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Title: Flip
Author: Becky_H
Characters/Pairing: Reid/Hotch.
Genre: Slash.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Very mild D/s.
Word Count: 600
Spoilers: Vague for Nameless, Faceless and 100.
Beta: itinerant_vae
Summary: There's a power dynamic here, but it's not the one Reid expected.
Author’s Notes: This is a series of six, connected, drabbles that tell a story.
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To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved. --George MacDonald
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The first time they have sex, Hotch takes off his tie and uses it to bind Reid’s wrists together and to the headboard.
There’s something about it that doesn’t sit right with Reid. Maybe it’s that Hotch is risking damage to his tie. Maybe it’s because, no matter what romance novels say, silk is lousy for bondage. Maybe it’s something else entirely. Reid has no problem with being tied up, but something here just doesn’t fit.
He doesn’t get to think about it for long.
When Hotch swallows his cock, Reid can’t form a coherent thought, much less ask questions.
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Reid’s good at recognizing behavioural patterns: he’s a profiler. It doesn’t take long for him to see the pattern in Hotch’s behaviour.
When Hotch is clothed and there’s nothing overtly sexual happening, Reid’s free to touch Hotch - hugs, kisses, even full on cuddling are fine. As soon as they cross the line into ‘something meant to get them off’, Reid’s hands are bound either by Hotch’s tie or belt, and they stay that way until Hotch is dressed again. If Hotch ever gets undressed to begin with.
It stops looking like a bondage kink and starts looking like fear, fast.
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Every encounter they have confirms Reid’s hypothesis.
There’s absolutely no indication that Hotch wants to dominate or hurt him, or even that he’s getting off on Reid being tied up. Nothing ever hurts. There’s never anything that could be interpreted as an order, command, or demand. The bondage ‘gear’ is always improvised. If Reid ends up on his knees it’s a necessity of position, not a statement of power.
Hotch is afraid of being touched while he’s having sex.
Reid wants to ask why, but there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that says he already knows.
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With ‘what’ and ‘why’ answered, there’s only one question left that Reid needs to be answered. He’s sitting on the edge of Hotch’s bed, hands held out gamely, when he asks it. ”When?”
Hotch looks from the tie in his hand to Reid’s face, frowns and shakes his head. “When what?”
He takes a deep breath and forces himself to meet Hotch’s eyes. “When are you going to stop pretending this is something you want?”
“I don’t know.” Hotch drops his tie into Reid’s hand and leaves.
Reid’s left with a handful of silk and the desire to throw up.
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Hotch is better at avoidance than anyone Reid has ever known.
So good, in fact, that the only way he can get five minutes alone with Hotch is to corner him in his office, after everyone else has gone home to get whatever sleep they can. He makes sure the door’s closed behind him before he says anything, anyway. Privacy’s a good thing.
Hotch looks up from his paperwork and before the emotional shutters come down, Reid sees both fear and resignation. “Did you need something?”
“I’m not going to make you... talk about it. I just want to help.”
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There’s no quick fix.
It takes months of ‘honor bondage’, with his hands tied only by Hotch’s request, before they’ve built up enough trust for him to be able to do so much as touch Hotch’s shoulder while he’s giving Reid a blow job.
It’s easier from there - the trust and the touching- but that doesn’t make easy. It’s still hard and it’s still draining, for both of them.
It isn’t until the first time he’s able to slide his fingers into Aaron’s hair that he realizes there is a power dynamic, here.
It just isn’t the one he expected.
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When he rolls Hotch over onto his back and comes to rest with a knee on either side of Hotch’s hips, grabs Hotch’s wrists and pins them back against the bed, and sees Hotch’s eyes darken with arousal but not even a trace of fear, Reid laughs.
Hotch’s eyebrows lift a bit and he’s confused but he smiles a little, anyway. “What’s funny?”
Reid leans forward, letting his weight rests on Hotch’s pinned wrists and bites Hotch’s lower lip. Hotch gasps and arches up against Reid.
Reid sits back, still grinning. “This? This is what I call a win.”
Author: Becky_H
Characters/Pairing: Reid/Hotch.
Genre: Slash.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Very mild D/s.
Word Count: 600
Spoilers: Vague for Nameless, Faceless and 100.
Beta: itinerant_vae
Summary: There's a power dynamic here, but it's not the one Reid expected.
Author’s Notes: This is a series of six, connected, drabbles that tell a story.
______________________________________________________________
To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved. --George MacDonald
______________________________________________________________
The first time they have sex, Hotch takes off his tie and uses it to bind Reid’s wrists together and to the headboard.
There’s something about it that doesn’t sit right with Reid. Maybe it’s that Hotch is risking damage to his tie. Maybe it’s because, no matter what romance novels say, silk is lousy for bondage. Maybe it’s something else entirely. Reid has no problem with being tied up, but something here just doesn’t fit.
He doesn’t get to think about it for long.
When Hotch swallows his cock, Reid can’t form a coherent thought, much less ask questions.
______________________________________________________________
Reid’s good at recognizing behavioural patterns: he’s a profiler. It doesn’t take long for him to see the pattern in Hotch’s behaviour.
When Hotch is clothed and there’s nothing overtly sexual happening, Reid’s free to touch Hotch - hugs, kisses, even full on cuddling are fine. As soon as they cross the line into ‘something meant to get them off’, Reid’s hands are bound either by Hotch’s tie or belt, and they stay that way until Hotch is dressed again. If Hotch ever gets undressed to begin with.
It stops looking like a bondage kink and starts looking like fear, fast.
______________________________________________________________
Every encounter they have confirms Reid’s hypothesis.
There’s absolutely no indication that Hotch wants to dominate or hurt him, or even that he’s getting off on Reid being tied up. Nothing ever hurts. There’s never anything that could be interpreted as an order, command, or demand. The bondage ‘gear’ is always improvised. If Reid ends up on his knees it’s a necessity of position, not a statement of power.
Hotch is afraid of being touched while he’s having sex.
Reid wants to ask why, but there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that says he already knows.
______________________________________________________________
With ‘what’ and ‘why’ answered, there’s only one question left that Reid needs to be answered. He’s sitting on the edge of Hotch’s bed, hands held out gamely, when he asks it. ”When?”
Hotch looks from the tie in his hand to Reid’s face, frowns and shakes his head. “When what?”
He takes a deep breath and forces himself to meet Hotch’s eyes. “When are you going to stop pretending this is something you want?”
“I don’t know.” Hotch drops his tie into Reid’s hand and leaves.
Reid’s left with a handful of silk and the desire to throw up.
______________________________________________________________
Hotch is better at avoidance than anyone Reid has ever known.
So good, in fact, that the only way he can get five minutes alone with Hotch is to corner him in his office, after everyone else has gone home to get whatever sleep they can. He makes sure the door’s closed behind him before he says anything, anyway. Privacy’s a good thing.
Hotch looks up from his paperwork and before the emotional shutters come down, Reid sees both fear and resignation. “Did you need something?”
“I’m not going to make you... talk about it. I just want to help.”
______________________________________________________________
There’s no quick fix.
It takes months of ‘honor bondage’, with his hands tied only by Hotch’s request, before they’ve built up enough trust for him to be able to do so much as touch Hotch’s shoulder while he’s giving Reid a blow job.
It’s easier from there - the trust and the touching- but that doesn’t make easy. It’s still hard and it’s still draining, for both of them.
It isn’t until the first time he’s able to slide his fingers into Aaron’s hair that he realizes there is a power dynamic, here.
It just isn’t the one he expected.
______________________________________________________________
When he rolls Hotch over onto his back and comes to rest with a knee on either side of Hotch’s hips, grabs Hotch’s wrists and pins them back against the bed, and sees Hotch’s eyes darken with arousal but not even a trace of fear, Reid laughs.
Hotch’s eyebrows lift a bit and he’s confused but he smiles a little, anyway. “What’s funny?”
Reid leans forward, letting his weight rests on Hotch’s pinned wrists and bites Hotch’s lower lip. Hotch gasps and arches up against Reid.
Reid sits back, still grinning. “This? This is what I call a win.”