"Baby Faces"

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

Author's Note: This is the debut of that super long chapter I promised featuring Spencer's virginity crisis as first seen in the second chapter. :) Hope you enjoy the sexy sexy :)

Derek Morgan was growing progressively suspicious of Spencer Reid and Hotch. He was surprised to find out they were living together, puzzled by their minuscule argument over sleep, and now was astounded by the sudden aura of joy and released tension between the two. Spencer was smiling like a loon all day and Hotch had this spring in his step that was hard to ignore. The entire team had noticed it. Garcia was the first to suggest a homosexual relationship between the two, but it went ignored. No one could imagine such a scandal with their very own leader. All of them concluded with Morgan's information, that the pair had gotten a good nights sleep for the first time since they moved in together. Maybe Spencer started a new sleeping medication. Either way, they were relieved that the BAU could go back to normal.

While the rest of the team was gossiping, Spencer Reid was walking on air. He too felt relieved to finally get this weight off his chest. Spencer had discussed nightmares briefly with his friend Morgan, but had never discussed his night terrors or his fits with anybody. It was more than enough that Hotch accepted him as he was, he was overjoyed that Hotch was willing to take steps to nurture these terrors. Pondering on it now, the two had been together for nearly three months. Spencer thought it was time to start sharing something else. They were halfway there already for god's sake! They were sharing a bed, half naked and all they did was sleep! He pouted a little as he pondered on this sad fact. He tried his best to understand his boyfriend's mentality. Hotch was probably uncomfortable engaging in sexual activity since the death of his wife. It was enough that Spencer was sleeping in their bed, sex would be the final straw. The final platform in the process of moving on, maybe Hotch was genuinely not ready. Spencer refused to believe it was anything on his behalf, even though Hotch first refused him because he was still a virgin.

Spencer spent the whole day out of focus, fantasizing about he and Hotch's first time. He imagined it as this hot, steamy, romantic night. Thick humid bedroom air filled with the smell of flowers, sweat and deep moans eluding both of them. He imagined it soft and slow for the first time, someday it would pick up the pace. He imagined goosebumps forming on his legs as they did when Hotch kissed and nipped at his neck, not unlike the night of their first sexual encounter. He imagined lip tingling kisses filled with tongue. He could almost feel Hotch's strong, warm hands wandering the intricate geographical surface of his body. The vision was getting so intense, he got the urge to burst into his lover's office, tear off his clothes and throw him onto the desk...

"Reid you okay?" A familiar voice dragged Reid back into reality.

"Huh? Yeah," Spencer answered opening his eyes.

"Buddy you had this weird smile on your face, and your face is beet red." Morgan was visibly smiling, stifling back laughter. "What's up did you get laid last night?"

"No! No! I fell asleep, I think I'm coming down with something I should leave early," Spencer shuffled through his papers hoping to find an escape from this conversation.

"Really? You seemed pretty thrilled this morning. You were humming Reid. I think you got yourself a girlfriend and THAT'S what's been keeping Hotch up at night! She's loud isn't she?" Morgan teased.

Spencer got up to properly place his files in his bag. "You don't know what you're talking about Morgan," Spencer sighed closing the bag. He made a hasty exit, feeling thankful Hotch chose to stop car-pooling to work. He couldn't continue to be in the office! He couldn't get sex off his mind! The idea stuck with him, and it was becoming very apparent to the people around him. He needed to get away from his place of business, he needed to be alone with his thoughts. If anything he needed a shower. Dammit driving a car with an erection wasn't easy!

Spencer shivered as the cold water hit his skin, it was an unrewarding relief from the previous discomfort of lust. He ran his fingers through his sopping wet hair and took a deep breath. His skin paled and he could feel nothing but total relief. Despite this fact, it isn't uncommon for good ideas to strike in the shower. He continued to ponder his little situation with Hotch. How could he make his lover desire him? How could put his own desires out in the open? The cold water washed passed the scars all across his chest, it tingled in a good way. Spencer formulated a plan, hopping out of the shower as soon as possible. He couldn't waste any time, he had to get everything done before Hotch got home.

His lover would walk into the foyer and ask up the stairs, "Spencer are you okay?" Hotch was genuinely concerned that Spencer had left early without warning. It was unlike his boyfriend to just bail on work. Despite his desire to dignify his lover's worry with a response, Spencer bit his tongue to keep up the fantasy. He held back his snickers as he heard his lover walk up the steps. Upon entering the hallway he could see the master bedroom door wide open. Looking down at his feet, Hotch could see rose petals strewn across the floor leading into said master bedroom. He quickly grew suspicious of his lover, a strong floral scent was flying in. Odd, such a romantic gesture from someone who left home sick. He couldn't help but smile. He loosened his tie and stepped into the bedroom, kicking off his shoes he made his way onto the bed, with a note that read "Lay down." Naturally Hotch complied.

The door shut and Spencer stood in the doorway in familiar attire. "Are those mine?" Hotch asked cocking an eyebrow. Heart patterned boxers!

"Maybe," Spencer smirked inching towards the bed.

"I've been looking everywhere for those! How long ago did you take those?"

"Morning after I first slept here, but that's not what this is about Aaron," Spencer cooed as he straddled his boyfriend. He gripped his man by the tie and kissed him hard on the lips before working on unbuttoning his shirt.

"Then what is this about?" Hotch asked as if he didn't know. As if the rose petals, the candles, the boxers, and the erection pressing hard against his hips didn't tip him off. What kind of profiler was he?

"I want to go all the way tonight," Spencer purred in his lover's ear finally exposing his chest. He worked his kisses down Hotch's torso, reaching his oh so enticing, restricting belt.

"All the way? Like, all the way?" Hotch managed to sputter out.

"Aaron I am going crazy here. I need you, tonight!" Spencer continued as he unbuckled his lover's belt.

"Wait, wait, Spencer I can't," Hotch pushed the man off him.

"Well, why not?" Spencer asked looking his boyfriend straight in the eye, rather than the crotch now. He was blatantly frustrated.

"I just can't do this yet," Hotch assured.

"Is this about Haley?" Spencer whimpered.

"No! No! This isn't about her at all! I just can't take this step with you yet Reid! I'm not ready to take your virginity!" This made Spencer angry.

"Aaron, I'm a grown up now! I want to have a grown up relationship! I would like to have sex for the first time sometime before I'm thirty!" Spencer yelled. Strange, Hotch had never seen him angry before. Naturally Spencer got off the bed and proceeded to get dressed.

"What are you doing?" Hotch asked.

"What's it to you that I wear clothes?" Spencer snapped. Next he grabbed a bag and stuffed articles of clothing from drawers into it.

"What now?" Hotch asked.

"I think I'll stay with Morgan for awhile! Give you time to reconsider our relationship!" Spencer was fuming, it was plain to see on his face. Spencer slipped on some socks and rushed down the stairs. Nothing made him more furious than the fact that Hotch did not go after him. He didn't even ask for his boxers back! Spencer never drove so recklessly! He managed to make it to Morgan's place alive. He pulled into the driveway and pounded on the door.

"Reid, what are you doing here," Morgan asked answering the door.

"Hotch and I got into another argument, I was wondering if I could stay here tonight?" Spencer asked.

"Yeah, sure. Come in," Morgan greeted the fellow agent, slightly perplexed by this random visit. Spencer followed him into the foyer and admired his house. It had pleasant decor for a bachelor pad. It felt strangely vacant of furniture though. "Let me show you to the guest bedroom." The sun had set and Morgan was certain that Spencer just wanted to get some rest. Alas Spencer wanted so much more than rest.

"Sure, that sounds great," Spencer followed him up the stairs.

Hotch stayed up late that night thinking about what he'd said wrong to his boyfriend. He didn't understand what was so terrible about avoiding sex until both of them were emotionally ready for it. He was certain he wasn't making this about his deceased wife. He pondered on what was keeping him from making love to the man who'd been sleeping in his bed for over two weeks. The first time he rejected Spencer, was because he felt guilty about taking his virginity like that: in one night with a hazy point of view. That was no way to compose your first time. But tonight, Spencer set up a romantic environment and developed a steady relationship, a boyfriend figure to give his first time to. What was still so wrong about that? Could Hotch still be having trouble seeing passed that baby face, and into the stagnant blue eyes of a tortured genius inside? It was twelve thirty in the morning. Reid and he would be a sleep by this time. Blissfully asleep. If only, if only.

One in the morning was nearing and Spencer was drastically restless. He had been waiting for the right time to make his move, and now was better than never. Morgan was a trusted friend, Spencer could have high hopes in him. He turned off his bedside lamp and crawled out of the guest bed. He shivered as his toes hit the cold hardwood floor, and used his senses to guide him to the door. Spencer hadn't gone to bed alone in over two weeks, he didn't intend on going to bed alone tonight.

"Hey Morgan?" Spencer asked cracking the door open and stepping in.

"Oh hey Spencer."

"I'm not bothering you am I?" Spencer asked. He noticed the lamp was on and the book in his hand. It was a mystery novel, by now Spencer would have thought Morgan would consider those cheesy. He also took a mental note of the bottle and empty glass on the table.

"No, I usually don't get to sleep till late. Nice boxers by the way kid."

"Thanks, they're Hotch's," Spencer confessed.

Morgan put his book down on the bedside table after doggy-earing the page. He cocked an eyebrow. "Is that what your argument was about? Stealing is underwear? Man what's wrong with you?" Morgan laughed.

"You still don't get it huh?" Spencer smirked. Morgan shook his head. "So I have a favor to ask," Spencer began.

"What is it?"

"I had a nightmare, let me sleep with you?" Spencer asked walking to the side of Morgan's bed.

"That's a little inappropriate, we're adults now Reid," Morgan attempted to keep it friendly, still so naive. Spencer crawled in beside him anyway. "Pretty bad nightmare huh? What about?"

That's when Spencer straddled him, "That I didn't get what I want from you," he purred leaning in to breath on Morgan's neck. Morgan felt less than threatened, especially after treating himself to a couple glasses of bourbon before lights out.

"Reid, what are you doing?" He grinned trying to push Spencer's shoulders. The boy was feisty though.

"Come on, don't leave me wanting." Spencer kissed and sucked at the sensitive nape of his friend's neck, remembering his own weaknesses.

"Hey, easy there Reid! I'm straight, okay! Go to bed," Morgan pushed the other agent back looking him in those blue eyes.

"Oh Morgan, I don't want to have sex with you. I want you to have sex with me," Spencer explained pushing to return to Morgan's neck. He let his hands explore and wind all around his friend's body. To Morgan's surprise he didn't want to push him away. "I can be your lady. I never could resist this chocolate skin," Spencer moaned meeting Hotch's body groin to groin, their attractions apparent.

"Reid, I've never done this before," Morgan back-peddled a bit.

"It's just like with a woman, it starts with a kiss," Spencer smirked at the suddenly submissive man beneath him. He leaned in to meet his best friend's lips, the impact was incredible. Soft and kind of sweet, consensual for sure. Morgan pulled Spencer's head in to deepen the kiss. He was feeling it, he was tipsy, and he wanted it. Spencer's ego was lapping it up. Morgan lapped too, he swiped his tongue across Spencer's lips asking for permission. Spencer happily granted the french kiss, joining a beautiful dance between their tongues. Morgan's eyes rolled back...

"Spencer!" a familiar voice broke the two apart. Spencer looked up and dismounted Derek.

"Aaron, what the hell are you doing here?" Spencer asked.

"Well, what are you doing in here? Morgan this isn't something I expected of you!" Hotch pointed out.

"Not something I expected of myself," Morgan sighed, kind of relieved to have been interrupted. Something he had zero experience with had just been adverted.

"Did you..?" Hotch began.

"Well, no. You burst in!" Spencer answered. "Where did you get a key?"

"I didn't. I'll pay for your front door by the way Morgan, just for the replacement of the lock, it's not totally broken off the hinges." Hotch was getting off the point. Morgan just nodded with agreement.

"Why are you here?" Reid asked again.

"Because I need to explain to you. Spencer, I didn't want you to share your first time with me until you loved me. Your first time is always much more special with someone you really love okay? I didn't want it to be...you know, not special," Hotch explained.

"Wait, what?" Morgan intervened. It was finally coming together. The sleeplessness, the fights, the boxers. "Oh..." Morgan buried his face in his hands. "I can't believe I almost...I'm sorry Hotch."

"Just stay out of this Morgan. You're fine. Lay off the bourbon and go to sleep," Hotch ordered. Morgan simply nodded. "Spencer come home with me."

"You need me to love you first? Well, I need you to love me first Aaron! I can't love you if you don't love me. I can't handle that!" Spencer answered.

"Spencer, I've loved you. I've loved you, I love you." Not the way Spencer fantasized this confession but it felt good. It had never occurred to Reid as he attempted to seduce his lover, that the L word had never come up. No I love you's.

"I...I love you too Aaron. I was scared. I want to feel desired. I want to feel like you really want me," Spencer teared up a little. He pulled himself together. "Love made you rush over at one in the morning?"

"I guess you could say that, I know Morgan isn't the type to have nightlights. I didn't want you having any night terrors. Now come home please baby?" Hotch pleaded.

"Of course." In that night, Spencer cheated on his boyfriend, but also professed his love, achieved a secret wish, and informed his best friend of his relationship with Hotch. A productive night, with more to come in the morning. The virginity crisis would soon be over.