Title: Fantasy
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Spencer really should focus, despite how sexy his lover looks.
Spencer Reid considered himself a man with a strong sense of priorities. He may not always act within the social bounds but he never felt he crossed the line of propriety.
Which was why he was so dismayed by the fact that, in light of Emily returning, Hotch and JJ lying to the team and a small boys life in danger, he couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from Hotch.
He couldn't stop thinking about the potential feeling of the scratchy stubble across his cheek, his neck, his thighs. He couldn't resist fantasizing about biting along his lover's jaw and feeling the coarse hairs scrape beneath his teeth.
And he could not stop staring.
He was in the process of wondering what the short beard would feel like wet, in the shower, when he felt a small but sharp jab to his side. Turning a questioning frown back, he saw that is was Rossi who'd poke him.
"What?" He mouthed silently.
Rossi stepped closer under the guise of passing him, and whispered, "You're not being subtle kid. Tone it down and for god sake, grab a folder or something. You're tenting."
Reid's eyes widened and a blush marred his cheeks.
'Oh god.' He thought, moving to stand behind a high backed chair. Looking around to make sure nobody else had seen what Rossi had seen, he was glad to see that none of them seemed to be paying attention to him. Everyone was completely focused on the case.
'As you should be' his mind provided.
However, when he turned his eyes to Hotch, he saw his lover was looking at him. He wasn't smiling but Reid knew him well enough by now to see the sparkle in his eyes. The promise.
Reid had to fight a smirk when he realized what that promise meant. He was able to get back to business then, comfortable in the knowledge that, later tonight, he'd no longer have to imagine what that scruff would feel like against his skin.
He'd know.