Time didn't really pass in the taxi, he just stared out the window. Hotch sat close to him, that much he processed. Soon he was in the elevator heading to the eighth floor, Reid giggled.

"What?" Asked Hotch with a slight smile, another child cured.

"Its like we're flying. Then again I don't think this elevator has the four fifty-nine knots cruise speed the G280 jet does."

"Great, he's high and still telling me facts." Hotch muttered to himself. "Anyway," He looked back up at the drugged agent. "how do you think that guy got the Ketamine?"

"Its easy enough to get. It's mainly veterinarians that use it."

When the silver-grey elevator doors opened Hotch helped Reid along the corridor to his room and took the key from Reid's back pocket, now that made him shiver with want. Hotch kicked the door shut behind himself and the drugged doctor as they went to the bed. Reid slipped from his arms down onto the soft bed covers and slid back to look up at the ceiling. Before Reid could take in what was happening Hotch was on his knees taking off Reid's shoes, it kind of tickled. Spencer's legs dangled off the end of the bed but Hotch soon pulled him up so he could rest comfortably.

He didn't see Hotch wander into the bathroom, yet he did notice his return with a glass of water. The older man slipped his hand under Reid's head and held the glass to his lips.

"Drink this, it will help with your headache." Reid obeyed and drank down the cool water, though his body shook slightly he was on fire.

In seconds Reid was pulling off clothes, odd socks everywhere, shirt and waistcoat gone. Soon he was left in just his pale purple boxers, sprawled out on the bed before the older man.

"Too hot." Reid mumbled and he was sure he saw Hotch raise an eyebrow.

Reid watched as Hotch wandered around the room picking up the doctor's discard clothes, folding them and setting them down on the light wood dresser. Hotch hadn't actually meant to pick up Reid's clothes it was just a habit he had gotten into since having Jack. He looked down at the younger agent, he had one leg dangling off the left side of the bed and his arms spread the width of the mattress, Hotch couldn't help but think he looked so adorable. Reid was sweating, yet it all seemed to be located on his forehead and clavicle, his hair was soaked.

"Dizzy." Reid said more mumbled than the last time he spoke.

"Its okay Reid, just stay there and shut your eyes." Suddenly Reid held his arm up as if asking Hotch to hold his hand. "What?" He asked softly.

"Hold me?" Reid's voice was timid and somewhat drowsy. "Need you."

If the doctor hadn't have been hopped up on Ketamine he never would have uttered those words. They were true, he wanted Hotch to hold him, needed it, hell he craved it. Hotch was like an addiction, one worse than the drugs had ever been, then again he couldn't go to a meeting and say hi, my name is Spencer and I am an addict. I want my boss to call me into his office and bend me over his desk, make me scream his name so loudly that all of Quantico hears it. Somehow he didn't think that would go down too well. Since he was drugged up though Reid couldn't bring himself to care, his judgement was impaired, a one eighty-seven IQ slashed to fifty.

Hotch thought for a moment, it wasn't really appropriate since he was Reid's boss but they were off the clock and so Hotch relented crawling onto the bed and wrapping his arms around Reid's naked shoulders. The younger man was warm in his arms, soft and gentle. He nestled his head in Hotch's chest and breathed him in, before Hotch could say anything the drugged agent spoke.

"I think I'm gay. I don't really like girls anymore, I like men."

In that moment Hotch's body language changed but not to something negative, the older man took a deep breath and then began.

"You want to know a secret?" Reid nodded into Hotch's shirt clad chest. "So do I."

Reid didn't respond and Hocth didn't know if he was thankful or disappointed by that. He didn't have time to figure it out, his mind was pulled back by Reid's long fingers swiftly opening his shirt buttons. Reid was giddy as a schoolboy, Hotch liked men, he had a chance.

"Reid, what are you doing?"

"I just want to look." He said opening the final button. "I've never seen your scars."

"You don't want to see them."

"You're not ugly, Hotch. They don't make you ugly, they show you survived." Reid pulled Hotch's shirt open and started trailing his hand over the raised scars. "I think they're beautiful. You're beautiful."

How is Reid on Ketamine and yet still so sweet and kind? Hotch asked himself, then he remembered that there wasn't an evil or cruel bone in the whole of Reid's body. Hotch found himself letting Reid pull his blue shirt off completely and cuddle his head back into the scared chest.

"I love you." Reid said abruptly, he really had no control over what he was saying.

"I know. I've always known. I'm a profiler Reid, of course I know."

"Then why did you say nothing?"

Hotch sighed. "I thought it would pass at first, and I was married. Later I knew what the FBI would say and I didn't want to string you along."

"Do you like me back?"

All was quiet for a moment, it had been a long time since Hotch had been able to freely admit he had feelings for any man, his father had hurt him for it and it made Haley uncomfortable, like she had to fight not only other women for her husbands affections but men as well. He had always liked Reid, yet pushed it down, kept it hidden where it couldn't hurt him or Reid. Maybe it was time to admit it.

"Yes." He said simply, he could feel Reid smiling into his chest.

"Good."

With that Reid pushed himself up on unstable arms and pressed his lips to Hotch's own, they were warm and coated in sweet brandy. Before Hotch could understand what had happened Reid was on top of him, straddling his hips, kissing him and running pattens over his exposed chest, Hotch was in heaven. There was a moan but they couldn't tell who it came from, maybe both of them, maybe someone in a nearby room. Reid didn't have the mental capacity to think thanks to the Ketamine and Hotch couldn't bring himself to care. The kisses deepened, grew more passionate, needy and soon Hotch's tongue lapped across Reid's bottom lip, begging entrance. The older agent's whole body craved the younger man. Soon Reid's lips parted and Hotch wasted no time in mapping the warm wetness that was Spencer Reid's mouth, he tasted sweet and sour at the same time, like an angel gifted to him by God.

"Reid! Reid stop!" Hotch's mind suddenly came back to him. "Reid you have to stop."

Reid let out a disgruntled sigh and leaned back to look at Hotch, his face pulled in a frown.

"Why?" He dragged the word out and let his shoulders drop. "Why can't we just..."

"Because a man just drugged you and tried to rape you." Hotch interrupted quickly, jet calmly. "You, you're not in your right mind Spencer, I don't want you to do something you'll regret."

"Hotch I love you. I always have, I may have been drugged but I know what I feel."

"Still, I don't..." Hotch fell silent when he felt Reid's long fingers suddenly on his belt opening it quickly. "Reid."

"Hotch, I love you." He said again, his voice filled with emotion. "Let me show you it's not the drugs. Please?"

The younger man didn't wait for a response he just slid down between Hotch's legs and pulled his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, Hotchner couldn't believe his eyes and for a moment thought he was dreaming. I love you Reid mumbled one last time before taking Hotch's length into his mouth. Reid pressed feather light kisses along his length pulling pleasure filled moans from Hotch's parted lips. The younger agent swirled his tongue around the tip sucking ever so lightly.

"Oh God." Panted Hotch, thoughts of protest lost, walled up behind pleasure and lust were they could never be seen again.

Reid continued his torment alternating between fast and slow movements. Hotch couldn't help it he started thrusting gently into the younger man's mouth, hands carding through Reid's chestnut locks. A sense of euphoria pulsed through Hotch's entire body, delectation filling his form. Agent Hotchner could feel himself reaching his climax, nearing the peak. Hotch was man enough to admit that he had indulged in a few fantasies about the young man, his father had beaten him but he couldn't change Aaron's DNA. Normally reality was never as good as the fantasy, but Reid was ninety-nine percent there, the only way it could get better was...

"Spencer!" And there was the last one percent.

Hotch came full force, he could feel Reid smile around him. His hands gripped a little harder on Reid's hair, tugging ever so slightly as Spencer cleaned every inch of the older agent. When he was done Reid slid up Hotch's still panting body and pressed a kiss to his delicate neck. Soon the panting slowed and Hotch was able to breathe normally again, silence rang out.

Just as Hotch was about to speak Reid jumped in but his voice was slurred and mumbled.

"Reid, are you okay? You're slurring your words."

"Am I? So-wy. I'm 'leepy too."

"Okay, here settle down and I'll let you get some sleep." Hotch pulled up his pants and attempted to shuffle off the bed but a shaky hand stopped him. "What is it?"

"Stay? Hol- me."

It was such a simple request, so tiny and quietly uttered. Hotch knew it wasn't wise but then again after what had just happened holding the younger man was the most innocent part of the evening.

"Sure."

With that Hotch slid an arm around Reid let him bury his head in the warmth that was Aaron Hotchner's chest. It only took moment for Reid to fall asleep, breathing softly, Hotch was thankful for that he had been so worried that the Ketamine would do something terrible to the young agent. Hotch watched for a while, just looking at the sleeping form with a delicate smile on his face. Hotch watched until his chocolate eyes grew heavy and they began to slip shut, until his strength failed him and he could no longer hold them open, only the did he finally give in and let the slumber take him.