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Warning: Sexual situations ahead

Adam had come up to Reid's room to settle the details for their job that night. He was dressed in skinny dark jeans and a tight tee shirt. He had instructed Reid to wear something similar but told him that they would end up nude by the night's end.

"Strauss has the car ready. Do you have everything you need?"

Reid stretched, running a hand through his hair to tussle it a bit more, "Yeah, I'm ready."

They walked down to the main room where Morgan was waiting to see Reid off, casting a glance over at Adam.

"Stay safe tonight, ok?" Morgan pulled Reid into an open armed hug, rubbing the younger man's hair even more. "Call if you need anything, Pretty Boy."

Reid gently pushed Morgan back, "Oh, I doubt I could tear you away from Garcia."

Morgan only grinned in reply, shooing Reid out to the door. Reid waved a final goodbye and followed Adam to the waiting town car. Reid slid in silently, noting that Adam was eyeing him, making sure he was all ready to go.

The driver started down the road and Reid had to sit through Adam's stories of his previous visits to the estate they were headed for. He mentioned that the host was a lawyer, who often hired people like them to entertain his friends. He continued on about how everything was set up nicely and he often enjoyed the attention of the men. Reid could only nod, taking in the details as Adam delivered them.

The driver pulled the car into a long driveway, putting it into park and moving to open the door for the two.

"I'll be back to pick you two up later." He told them quietly, shutting the door behind Reid. Adam waved him off as he led Reid up to the main door, ringing the bell and waiting until the maid answered.

"Hello boys." She said simply, "Follow me please."

She led them down a series of hallways, her heels clicking against the marble, "Mr. Johnson and the others are still finishing up their meeting."

She stopped in front of a double door, opening and revealing a lounge with a large round table in the middle of an assortment of couches and chairs. The lighting was dark on the seating area but much brighter where the table was. There were already a few young, scantily dressed women, sitting around and watching Reid and Adam with interest.

"I thought we were the only entertainment for tonight, Adam."

Adam shrugged, pulling off his shirt, "He probably wants to hedge his bets." He handed the shirt to the maid, who waited for Reid to hand her his as well. The waiting women giggled at the sight and Adam sauntered over to speak with them, leaving Reid to sit at the edge of the table and wait for the party to begin.

Hotch listened to all of Johnson's bragging and ideas with a blank look on his face and a stiff drink in his hand. There were eight other men in the room and they all seemed to be waiting for something that Hotch was not in the loop for. Johnson checked his wristwatch and grinned. He walked over behind his desk and grabbed a box of cigars.

"Gentlemen, now that business is over, I have some entertainment waiting in the parlor. If you'll follow me."

Hotch wanted to leave right then but he had promised Rossi that he would at least humor Johnson in his friend's place. A maid was waiting to open the door to the parlor and when they all stepped in, Hotch realized this was a bit more than just some drinking, cigars, and poker. The other men quickly went for some seats while topless women walked around and offered them drinks and a chance to light the cigars handed out by Johnson. Hotch felt someone clap him on the back and turned to see Johnson's smug face, "Ready to finally unwind a bit, Hotchner?"

Hotch only gave him a short nod but that seemed to be enough for the other man as he waltzed into the room and took a front row seat to where two men were engaged in a make out session with each other. They were both thin and shirtless with their jeans unbuttoned and riding low. The mousey haired brunette was on the button and had his back towards Hotch while the other was straddling him, pulling him up into a deep kiss.

Hotch took a seat in a corner of the room and finished off his whiskey, giving a perky blonde cause to approach him.

"Refill sir?" She asked in a light voice. Hotch nodded and she filled his glass with more amber liquid, "Anything else I can get you?"

She leaned forward, purposely dropping her uncovered chest into his line of sight and forcing Hotch to stare straight ahead at the two men, as the more aggressive one started to remove the other's pants.

"Oh." The girl said simply with a faint grin, "Enjoy your night, sir."

She bounced off, knowing full well another of the men would want her attention soon enough.

Hotch swirled his drink a bit, watching as bottom brunette arched his back to let the other remove his pants. As he arched his back, his head fell back as well with a low moan and Hotch set his drink down in faint surprise.

It was Reid; there was little doubt about it. Reid's eyes went wide when he saw Hotch sitting there with nearly the same look on his face. It only distracted him for a minute before Adam began to bite on his neck. He had to look down, bringing Adam's mouth back up to his own, letting the other man grind heavily onto himself. He could hear Johnson muttering things for them to do and his words were getting more and more heated.

He could see Adam glance up at the clock and knew they were up for a break. Adam grabbed his hand and forced it into his pants, biting down on his ear as the grinding got more intense. Reid began to let out more moans, begging faintly for more from Adam. All the eyes in the room went on them and Adam came against Reid with a loud cry. Adam rolled off of him and leaned into his ear for a moment, "Clean up. Next show starts in twenty and more of his friends are going to show up."

Reid nodded and picked himself up and off the table. He walked through the room to one of the side rooms, ignoring the men who were asking him to come closer. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Adam was sitting on Johnson's lap, talking with the other man.

He shook his head and let himself into the other room, glancing around for the bathroom. When he found one he saw that the maid had left towels for them. He used them and some warm water to deal with the sweat and saliva that Adam had left when he heard the door open behind himself.

"Adam—"

He stopped short when he saw Hotch standing there with a dark look on his face.

"Hotch?"

The dark haired man reached out and before Reid realized what was happening, he had pulled him into a bruising kiss.