The Photo Ploy
Title: The Photo Ploy
Author: drabbles_by_v
Characters/Pairings: Hotch/Reid, Rossi
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Word Count: 4653
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine and I'm making no profit by playing with their characters
Warnings: Slash, light bondage-ish image
Summary: Hotch receives a very interesting picture in his mail one morning...
Author's Note: This was written in response to a kink!meme prompt: "Someone sends Hotch a picture of Reid in this pose: http://i858.photobucket.com/albums/ab143/cmkinkmeme /kinkmemereid.jpg - NSFW It can be Reid who sent it, or someone else. Hotch confronts Reid with the picture, and hijinks ensue. Hot sweaty hijinks."
Hotch grabbed the stack of papers in his inbox in the morning on his way to his office. As he made another detour to the coffee machine, he flipped through the papers and files. Something dropped out from the pile and slid off the counter. Hotch knelt down to grab it and placed it on top of the other messages so he could keep his thumb on it. It was a plain blue envelope with his name on it, no branch or office number. Strange.
He got to his office and sat down. He started with the pressing issues, like Strauss’s angry little memo and a call that JJ had flagged as high priority, then moved onto the rest of the mail while he waited for the team to get in. He came across the envelope, deftly opened it with a letter opener, and took out the contents.
The first thing he saw was the blank white back of a photo. Hotch took a sip of his coffee, flipped the photo over, and immediately regretted having liquid in his mouth. He choked, held his wrist up to press against his lips, and somehow managed to swallow before staring open-mouthed at the picture.
It was a naked man, wearing black knee-high leather boots with silver buckles, matching wrist bands, and a collar that was fit tightly around his neck. One leg was lifted up onto the couch, which left his semi-hard erection prominently on display. Hotch looked for long enough to notice a cock ring before his eyes flickered back up. The man was resting his elbow on the raised knee, holding a cigarette in that hand. Smoke was drifting from his mouth and his eyes were narrowed seductively at the cam-and oh my god it was Reid.
Hotch’s eyes widened as he stared at the face of SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. He put the photo face down on his desk, took a few deep breaths, and looked at it again. He really hoped the face would be someone he didn’t know this time.
It wasn’t. Still Reid. Still staring Hotch down from the photograph in a way that was begging to be flipped over onto his stomach and fucked like there was no tomorrow.
As that thought made it through his mind, Hotch pushed away from his desk and put the picture back in the envelope. He needed to try to think about this without those eyes and that cock making his blood rush.
Hotch knew just the thing. He went to Strauss’s office, knocked on the door, entered, gave her his response to her memo, and then walked out. Seeing her face had done the trick.
Hotch sat back down at his desk and rested his fingers together in front of him. Why had someone sent him this picture? Obviously they were on an intimate level with Reid, but Hotch couldn’t see Reid getting involved with someone who would betray him like this. Of course, he realized, he also couldn’t see Reid having that picture taken, but, his colleague’s personal lives were none of his business.
Except for when they were, like right now. This could actually be conceived as a threat, certainly against Reid’s career, but maybe even his safety.
Hotch realized with a sinking feeling in his gut what he had to do. He had to ask Reid who had taken the picture and why they had sent it to him.
But even as he bemoaned the circumstances and wished fervently that his life didn’t have to be his own responsibility right now, his eyes drifted back to the envelope. Against his better judgment, he took the photo out again and looked at it. Holy fucking hell was Spencer Reid hot.
And then Hotch shoved the picture away again and quickly exited his office for the bathroom. He needed cold water on his face and a proper mental slap immediately.
Reid came into work about an hour later and Hotch watched anxiously in his office before shooting him an inner-office memo via their network. He saw Reid get the memo, frown slightly, and rise from his desk. Hotch really, really wished he had thought more about what he was going to say, because Reid was walking up those stairs a lot faster than Hotch had planned.
And then he was standing in the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet and looking, in Hotch’s opinion, all-too-eager. “You wanted to talk to me?”
Hotch tried to answer, couldn’t, cleared his throat, and tried again: “Yes. Close the door, please, Reid,” he said, rising from his desk. He went over to the blinds and rolled them all down.
Reid watched him with a puzzled frown.
Hotch returned to his desk and gestured to the chair in front of it. “Have a seat.”
Reid sat down, gripping the arms as he did and looking wary. Hotch could tell that he was frightening the kid, but he was almost glad for it, the way Reid’s eyes had made burn with desire. He deserved it.
“I received some…material today, concerning you,” Hotch said, trying to put it delicately. “And as much as I’d like to never bring it up, it could constitute a threat against your career or even your life, and I need you to answer some questions.” He slid the photo, face-down on his desk, towards Reid.
Reid’s look of confusion was genuine as he reached forward and slowly turned the photo over and looked at it. Hotch watched his reaction very carefully.
Immediately his eyes widened and he froze. His gaze flickered back and forth over the picture for a moment while the blood drained fro his face as he realized exactly how much Hotch could discern from just one photo. Then he swallowed, set the photo face-down on the table, and brought his hand up to his eyes. “I’m going to kill him,” he muttered.
Him , Hotch realized. A him had taken this picture. A him had seen Spencer Reid like that, and very likely set the camera down to ravage him shortly thereafter. Hotch certainly would have.
“I need a name,” Hotch said.
“No,” Reid said quickly, looking up.
“Reid, I’m not asking. Someone is willing to distribute blackmail-worthy photos of a federal agent, and I need to know who.”
“No!” Reid said again, straightening. “Hotch, I promise you, he isn’t a danger. I’m begging you to just let it go.”
“Reid,” Hotch said, reaching out and flipping the photo over. “This appeared in my personal mail today. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a threat. Unless you can give me a damn good reason, I need the name.”
“I…can’t,” Reid said, his voice small.
Hotch shoved his chair back and stood up and stalked around to Reid, who cringed and sank down. “Then tell me why I’m looking at this,” he said, picking the photo up and holding it in Reid’s face. Reid looked away.
Hotch waited a moment, then grabbed the younger agent’s shoulder and forced him to look back. The Reid from the photo flickered through Hotch’s mind and he felt an overwhelming desire surge through him to take Reid and bend him over his desk-
“He-he wanted to do something,” came Reid’s whisper.
“To you?”
Reid shook his head and looked down. “You promise he won’t get in trouble?”
“If I can feel assured that he isn’t a threat to this bureau,” Hotch said.
“He was-um-he was trying to do something to you,” Reid said.
Hotch hadn’t expected that response and it took him a moment to react. He frowned in confusion. “To me?”
Reid nodded. He was looking everywhere in the office except for at Hotch and his voice grew smaller and smaller as he spoke: “He-ah-he knows that you’re…um…an aggressive alpha male…and…he hoped that the picture…would-um-arouse that…and…” Reid trailed off, blushing furiously.
Hotch was stunned for a moment. He looked at the picture, then back at Reid. “He hoped seeing this would make me go aggressive alpha male,” he repeated.
Reid nodded.
“Why?”
Reid buried his face in his hands. “He’s trying to help me,” he said, voice muffled.
“Help-you?”
Reid nodded again. “He’s-he’s the person I go to because-I can’t go to-”
Realization dawned on Hotch. And not so much dawned as pummeled. “He knows you want me so he sent the photo to try and make me want to react aggressively towards you,” he said.
When Reid didn’t reply, Hotch knew that was the right answer. He carefully set the photo face down and crossed his arms. Reid shifted nervously and Hotch could tell that he thought his punishment was being decided.
Quite the contrary. Hotch was trying to steel himself against the absolute want that had overtaken him. The curiosity of what Reid’s skin would feel like under his fingers, of what that lithe body might look like squirming beneath him on the floor.
Hotch felt a flush rise to his cheeks and he quickly walked away.
Reid looked over his shoulder, more than a little worried about his future at the BAU but also slightly confused now.
Hotch reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t thinking clearly and he knew that he shouldn’t be making any decisions right now, let alone life-changingly important ones. But those eyes and that mouth and that skin and that-
Hotch swallowed hard, reached out, and locked the office door.
Reid’s eyes widened slightly and he turned his body more around to watch as Hotch walked slowly back towards him.
“You really….want me?” Hotch asked, voice husky.
Reid swallowed, all innocent eyes and child-like face that Hotch now knew were a blatant lie. “Since the first time I saw you,” he whispered.
Hotch almost groaned at the effect those words had on him. How long had it been since anyone had wanted him…? The lackluster final years of his marriage had barely even counted.
“You should probably leave right now,” Hotch said, voice tight. “I’m not sure what I…”
Reid hesitated, then reached over and picked up the picture and flipped it over and held it carefully. After a moment, he handed it to Hotch. “Did it work?” he asked quietly.
Hotch, against his better judgment, reached out and took the photo. His fingertips brushed Reid’s. He looked at it again, and then up at Reid.
A nervous smile flashed across Reid’s face. “I think it did,” the doctor said.
Hotch nodded.
“Then…” Reid said.
The picture fell from Hotch’s fingers and in an instant he was pressing his hand against Reid’s face and leaning over him and kissing him heatedly.
Reid made a surprise sound but he recovered immediately and reached up and grabbed Hotch’s forearm as he twisted his body and tilted his head to the side so their noses weren’t hitting each other. His lips parted to better receive Hotch’s kiss and very quickly their tongues were dancing a playful back and forth game with each other.
Reid rose from the chair, awkwardly, trying to maintain the kiss while he did. When he was full on his feet he pushed Hotch back around his desk and into his chair and climbed on top of him, resting in his lap and grabbing his hair and pressing their mouths together. They sought each other hungrily, pulses quickening and breath gasping.
Hotch wrapped his arms around Reid’s body and was struck by just how thin the younger man was. He spread his hands over Reid’s back and rubbed up and down, loving the way the fabric moved over his skin.
But not as much as he knew he would love the skin itself. Hotch tugged the shirt free from Reid’s waistband and slid his hands under and traced up his spine to his shoulders. Hotch leaned his head back as Reid’s mouth moved down to his jaw and his neck. As the doctor bit his skin lightly, Hotch shuddered and pulled his hands down Reid’s back, pressing just hard enough that he knew there would be lingering marks.
Reid gave a shuddering gasp and arched his back, pressing his body into Hotch. “Do that again, harder,” he whispered against Hotch’s mouth.
Hotch obeyed and Reid shivered deliciously and hugged Hotch so tightly that it almost hurt. Hotch could feel that they were both erect and Reid was very purposefully rubbing their hips together. Hotch didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to take that friction and he tried to distract himself by the way Reid’s skin felt under his fingertips, smooth and warm. His lips were the most exquisite thing Hotch had ever kissed, as soft as Reid’s effeminate appearance would suggest but still entirely male and tasting of coffee and sugar. Reid had a hint of shadow around his mouth that Hotch could feel scratching against his jaw when they rubbed their faces together. He reached up and grabbed Reid’s hair in one hand and put the other on his waist, grinding up against him.
Reid panted with his mouth open, eyes closed, and pressed his forehead to Hotch’s and also shifted his focus from kissing him to moving in rhythm with Hotch’s thrusts. They were short and forceful, desperate and needing. Hotch found himself gasping and moving his hand to Reid’s pants.
Reid, who had seemingly been waiting for such a cue, was immediately unbuttoning Hotch’s pants and fumbling with the zipper before shoving the fabric open and reaching through his boxers to pull his erection out.
Hotch froze and gasped harshly. “Fuck-Reid-”
Reid wrapped his long, slender fingers around Hotch’s cock and moving his fist up and down very slowly for just a few seconds before slipping off of Hotch’s lap and kneeling down in front of him. Hotch could hardly believe what he was seeing, but he had no doubt it was happening when the heat of Reid’s mouth engulfed him.
He sucked teasingly for a few seconds before he lifted his head up and licked the underside from base to tip and kissed the head almost reverently before sucking the top half into his mouth and bobbing his head.
Hotch was shocked by how good it felt. He rested his hand on top of Reid’s head and encouraged the back and forth movement. He could feel Reid’s tongue pressing up against the underside of his cock and each downward dip of the young man’s head seemed to pull Hotch further down his throat. Hotch let out a slow breath when Reid’s nose hit his belly and the doctor stayed there, working his throat around him, swallowing over and over.
Reid pulled back and released Hotch with a gasp for breath and wrapped his long fingers around his length and slid his hand up and down. He twisted his wrist back and forth and used his free hand to slowly trace around the tip and rub his thumb over the top. He dipped his head and rubbed Hotch’s cock against his cheek, almost in a reverential way.
“Can you-can you do that again?” Hotch whispered.
Reid obeyed immediately. Hotch choked back a groan. He was dimly aware that there were offices around his own, there were people down in the bullpen, and for the life of him he couldn’t bring himself to tell Reid that they should stop and make as dignified as escape as possible, at least to his car, but for a moment he thought he was going to try.
But then Reid swirled his tongue around his head and that was furthest thing from his mind.
Hotch was getting more and more flushed as Reid worked and he finally reached up and pulled his tie loose with shaking fingers and started unbuttoning his shirt. Reid noticed the movement and looked up, then smiled. “Here,” he said, “Let me help.”
Hotch stifled his noise of disappointment as Reid snaked his way back up into his lap and gently pulled the tie over his head and tossed it on the ground. Then he started working on Hotch’s buttons, pressing his mouth to Hotch’s chest and leaving a small nip every time he got one more open. By the end, Hotch was collapsed back in his chair, jacket and shirt lying wide open with a small trail of bites leading down his chest to his crotch. The last thing Reid did was carefully pull Hotch’s boxers down off his hips and let them slide down his legs. Hotch’s breath hitched as Reid’s lips brushed against his erection oh-so-teasingly for just a moment before Reid stood up and started undressing himself.
Hotch watched with rapt attention as first the shoes and mismatched socks came off and then the jacket slipped off the slender shoulders and dropped to the ground. Reid reached up and undid the knot on his tie with fingers that were trying very carefully to remain steady, but Hotch noticed the slight tremor, which grew even more pronounced as Reid moved to his shirt.
Hotch rose to his feet and stepped out of his pants and grabbed Reid’s hands and brought them up to his mouth and kissed each knuckle before kissing Reid’s lips, taking the shirt, and ripping it open.
Reid made a gasp of surprise and Hotch silenced it quickly. “I’ll get you a new one,” he promised, and moved his attention to undoing Reid’s pants and shoving them down.
Reid stood completely naked in front of him and Hotch had to take a step back for a moment to admire the younger man’s body before grabbing him tightly and kissing him again. Reid pushed him back into the desk and they clove together, hands running over each other’s bodies. Reid had lifted one knee and was resting his leg on Hotch’s waist while his other thigh pressed between Hotch’s legs and rubbed him wonderfully.
Hotch was getting more and more aroused with each moment and he was torn between the desire to keep kissing Reid, to keep touching his bared body, to keep feeling his warm skin in his arms, and the desire to turn him around and bend him over and delve into that thin frame.
Reid seemed to sense Hotch’s dilemma and he chuckled deeply, tilting his head to the side to bite Hotch’s neck. “Do you have any kind of lube in here?” he asked.
Hotch’s mind raced and came back empty. “No,” he said in a throaty, disappointed whisper.
“Time for that later anyway,” Reid murmured, and for a moment Hotch wondered if he was going to be crazy enough after this was all over to even try for a later, and then was promptly torn away from that thought as he felt Reid’s hand wrap around his cock and he looked down to see the doctor gripping both of their erections together, rubbing them slowly.
“Fuck, Reid,” Hotch whispered, and shifted his hips slowly back and forth with the movement of Reid’s hand. Reid laughed breathlessly and rocked his hips in the same rhythm.
“I thought you’d like this,” he said.
Hotch nodded and reached up and gripped Reid’s hair and tugged gently. Reid immediately tensed and hissed and Hotch let go, worried that he had hurt him.
“No no,” Reid said, shaking his head quickly. He squeezed them tighter. “Do that again, harder.”
“You like it?” Hotch murmured, getting a firm grip on Reid’s hair and pulling very lightly.
“Hotch, please,” Reid whimpered, biting his lip and tilting his head back, exposing his neck.
“Is that a little better?” Hotch teased, barely increasing the strength of his grip.
“Hotch-”
Hotch leaned forward and bit Reid’s collar at the same moment as he yanked as hard as he could on the younger man’s hair. He heard Reid give a strangled, “Yes!”
There was a pounding on the door. They froze.
Aaron cleared his throat as quietly as he could, and then called, “Yes?”
“I have that file JJ wanted us to go over,” came Rossi’s voice.
“Five minutes,” Hotch managed to say in a steady voice. He was amazed he was speaking at all: Reid was still stroking him, moving quicker now.
“You okay?” Rossi asked.
“Five minutes!” Hotch practically growled. “Or I swear to God…”
“Okay, okay, five minutes!”
Hotch watched Rossi’s shadow pass by his windows and disappear.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “How do we…”
Reid let go of their cocks and was suddenly on his knees swallowing Hotch’s erection into his mouth. Hotch had to fight to keep back a groan but when Reid started bobbing his head like that…. He gripped Reid’s hair and started thrusting into his face. He was close.
Reid’s hand was in his lap, working quickly. They had only minutes to work with and he seemed determined to finish this as properly as possible.
“Reid,” Hotch said in as dignified of a whisper as he could, “I’m gonna-”
Hotch froze, doubling over and pulling Reid’s head as close to his body as he could. He heard Reid choke and he gasped, fighting down the groan that arose in his throat as he came.
Hotch slumped, breathing heavily, and released his grip on Reid’s hair. The doctor pulled back, lifting the back of his hand up to his mouth and bowing his head, swallowing.
“Fuck,” Hotch whispered. “Did you…”
In response, Reid lifted his head up and Hotch could see his lap. Reid grinned sheepishly. “Um…do you have Kleenex?”
“Oh, right, yeah,” Hotch said, and handed Reid a box. While Reid cleaned up, Hotch got dressed as quickly as he could. He thanked whatever powers there were that Reid had worn a jacket and a tie that day, which he could use to cover up the mostly torn buttons of his shirt. Right as Reid zipped up his pants, Rossi knocked.
“Here,” Hotch whispered, and combed through Reid’s hair with his fingers for a few seconds before pushing him towards the chair. “Sit down.”
“Hello?” Rossi called, sounding very confused.
Hotch unlocked the door. “Dave,” he said, and then had to clear his throat because his voice sounded like a little girl. “Dave. Sorry. I was finishing up a meeting with Reid. Come in.”
Rossi raised an eyebrow as he looked at Reid, who waved in that way that practically screamed “guilty” to Hotch. He wished he could sink into the floor and disappear.
“I think that’s everything you need to know,” Hotch said to Reid, trying to sound as official as he could. “Let me know if you have any questions.”
“Sure,” Reid said, and stood up and left the office. Hopefully to go get his go-bag and put on a new shirt.
As he walked back to his desk, Hotch spotted something on the floor. To his horror, he realized it was the picture of Reid, face up near the table leg. Rossi was getting closer and closer to the chair, and when he sat down there was no way he was going to miss it.
“Actually!” Hotch said, and put his hands on Rossi’s shoulders, turning him around. “Let’s meet in your office, we never do any work in there. Change of pace, right?”
Rossi looked at Hotch like he was batshit crazy, but couldn’t disagree, and they walked out of Hotch’s office. Hotch spared a moment to send one more glare at the troublesome photo before pulling the door shut behind them.
Author: drabbles_by_v
Characters/Pairings: Hotch/Reid, Rossi
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Word Count: 4653
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine and I'm making no profit by playing with their characters
Warnings: Slash, light bondage-ish image
Summary: Hotch receives a very interesting picture in his mail one morning...
Author's Note: This was written in response to a kink!meme prompt: "Someone sends Hotch a picture of Reid in this pose: http://i858.photobucket.com/albums/ab143/cmkinkmeme /kinkmemereid.jpg - NSFW It can be Reid who sent it, or someone else. Hotch confronts Reid with the picture, and hijinks ensue. Hot sweaty hijinks."
Hotch grabbed the stack of papers in his inbox in the morning on his way to his office. As he made another detour to the coffee machine, he flipped through the papers and files. Something dropped out from the pile and slid off the counter. Hotch knelt down to grab it and placed it on top of the other messages so he could keep his thumb on it. It was a plain blue envelope with his name on it, no branch or office number. Strange.
He got to his office and sat down. He started with the pressing issues, like Strauss’s angry little memo and a call that JJ had flagged as high priority, then moved onto the rest of the mail while he waited for the team to get in. He came across the envelope, deftly opened it with a letter opener, and took out the contents.
The first thing he saw was the blank white back of a photo. Hotch took a sip of his coffee, flipped the photo over, and immediately regretted having liquid in his mouth. He choked, held his wrist up to press against his lips, and somehow managed to swallow before staring open-mouthed at the picture.
It was a naked man, wearing black knee-high leather boots with silver buckles, matching wrist bands, and a collar that was fit tightly around his neck. One leg was lifted up onto the couch, which left his semi-hard erection prominently on display. Hotch looked for long enough to notice a cock ring before his eyes flickered back up. The man was resting his elbow on the raised knee, holding a cigarette in that hand. Smoke was drifting from his mouth and his eyes were narrowed seductively at the cam-and oh my god it was Reid.
Hotch’s eyes widened as he stared at the face of SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. He put the photo face down on his desk, took a few deep breaths, and looked at it again. He really hoped the face would be someone he didn’t know this time.
It wasn’t. Still Reid. Still staring Hotch down from the photograph in a way that was begging to be flipped over onto his stomach and fucked like there was no tomorrow.
As that thought made it through his mind, Hotch pushed away from his desk and put the picture back in the envelope. He needed to try to think about this without those eyes and that cock making his blood rush.
Hotch knew just the thing. He went to Strauss’s office, knocked on the door, entered, gave her his response to her memo, and then walked out. Seeing her face had done the trick.
Hotch sat back down at his desk and rested his fingers together in front of him. Why had someone sent him this picture? Obviously they were on an intimate level with Reid, but Hotch couldn’t see Reid getting involved with someone who would betray him like this. Of course, he realized, he also couldn’t see Reid having that picture taken, but, his colleague’s personal lives were none of his business.
Except for when they were, like right now. This could actually be conceived as a threat, certainly against Reid’s career, but maybe even his safety.
Hotch realized with a sinking feeling in his gut what he had to do. He had to ask Reid who had taken the picture and why they had sent it to him.
But even as he bemoaned the circumstances and wished fervently that his life didn’t have to be his own responsibility right now, his eyes drifted back to the envelope. Against his better judgment, he took the photo out again and looked at it. Holy fucking hell was Spencer Reid hot.
And then Hotch shoved the picture away again and quickly exited his office for the bathroom. He needed cold water on his face and a proper mental slap immediately.
Reid came into work about an hour later and Hotch watched anxiously in his office before shooting him an inner-office memo via their network. He saw Reid get the memo, frown slightly, and rise from his desk. Hotch really, really wished he had thought more about what he was going to say, because Reid was walking up those stairs a lot faster than Hotch had planned.
And then he was standing in the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet and looking, in Hotch’s opinion, all-too-eager. “You wanted to talk to me?”
Hotch tried to answer, couldn’t, cleared his throat, and tried again: “Yes. Close the door, please, Reid,” he said, rising from his desk. He went over to the blinds and rolled them all down.
Reid watched him with a puzzled frown.
Hotch returned to his desk and gestured to the chair in front of it. “Have a seat.”
Reid sat down, gripping the arms as he did and looking wary. Hotch could tell that he was frightening the kid, but he was almost glad for it, the way Reid’s eyes had made burn with desire. He deserved it.
“I received some…material today, concerning you,” Hotch said, trying to put it delicately. “And as much as I’d like to never bring it up, it could constitute a threat against your career or even your life, and I need you to answer some questions.” He slid the photo, face-down on his desk, towards Reid.
Reid’s look of confusion was genuine as he reached forward and slowly turned the photo over and looked at it. Hotch watched his reaction very carefully.
Immediately his eyes widened and he froze. His gaze flickered back and forth over the picture for a moment while the blood drained fro his face as he realized exactly how much Hotch could discern from just one photo. Then he swallowed, set the photo face-down on the table, and brought his hand up to his eyes. “I’m going to kill him,” he muttered.
Him , Hotch realized. A him had taken this picture. A him had seen Spencer Reid like that, and very likely set the camera down to ravage him shortly thereafter. Hotch certainly would have.
“I need a name,” Hotch said.
“No,” Reid said quickly, looking up.
“Reid, I’m not asking. Someone is willing to distribute blackmail-worthy photos of a federal agent, and I need to know who.”
“No!” Reid said again, straightening. “Hotch, I promise you, he isn’t a danger. I’m begging you to just let it go.”
“Reid,” Hotch said, reaching out and flipping the photo over. “This appeared in my personal mail today. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a threat. Unless you can give me a damn good reason, I need the name.”
“I…can’t,” Reid said, his voice small.
Hotch shoved his chair back and stood up and stalked around to Reid, who cringed and sank down. “Then tell me why I’m looking at this,” he said, picking the photo up and holding it in Reid’s face. Reid looked away.
Hotch waited a moment, then grabbed the younger agent’s shoulder and forced him to look back. The Reid from the photo flickered through Hotch’s mind and he felt an overwhelming desire surge through him to take Reid and bend him over his desk-
“He-he wanted to do something,” came Reid’s whisper.
“To you?”
Reid shook his head and looked down. “You promise he won’t get in trouble?”
“If I can feel assured that he isn’t a threat to this bureau,” Hotch said.
“He was-um-he was trying to do something to you,” Reid said.
Hotch hadn’t expected that response and it took him a moment to react. He frowned in confusion. “To me?”
Reid nodded. He was looking everywhere in the office except for at Hotch and his voice grew smaller and smaller as he spoke: “He-ah-he knows that you’re…um…an aggressive alpha male…and…he hoped that the picture…would-um-arouse that…and…” Reid trailed off, blushing furiously.
Hotch was stunned for a moment. He looked at the picture, then back at Reid. “He hoped seeing this would make me go aggressive alpha male,” he repeated.
Reid nodded.
“Why?”
Reid buried his face in his hands. “He’s trying to help me,” he said, voice muffled.
“Help-you?”
Reid nodded again. “He’s-he’s the person I go to because-I can’t go to-”
Realization dawned on Hotch. And not so much dawned as pummeled. “He knows you want me so he sent the photo to try and make me want to react aggressively towards you,” he said.
When Reid didn’t reply, Hotch knew that was the right answer. He carefully set the photo face down and crossed his arms. Reid shifted nervously and Hotch could tell that he thought his punishment was being decided.
Quite the contrary. Hotch was trying to steel himself against the absolute want that had overtaken him. The curiosity of what Reid’s skin would feel like under his fingers, of what that lithe body might look like squirming beneath him on the floor.
Hotch felt a flush rise to his cheeks and he quickly walked away.
Reid looked over his shoulder, more than a little worried about his future at the BAU but also slightly confused now.
Hotch reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t thinking clearly and he knew that he shouldn’t be making any decisions right now, let alone life-changingly important ones. But those eyes and that mouth and that skin and that-
Hotch swallowed hard, reached out, and locked the office door.
Reid’s eyes widened slightly and he turned his body more around to watch as Hotch walked slowly back towards him.
“You really….want me?” Hotch asked, voice husky.
Reid swallowed, all innocent eyes and child-like face that Hotch now knew were a blatant lie. “Since the first time I saw you,” he whispered.
Hotch almost groaned at the effect those words had on him. How long had it been since anyone had wanted him…? The lackluster final years of his marriage had barely even counted.
“You should probably leave right now,” Hotch said, voice tight. “I’m not sure what I…”
Reid hesitated, then reached over and picked up the picture and flipped it over and held it carefully. After a moment, he handed it to Hotch. “Did it work?” he asked quietly.
Hotch, against his better judgment, reached out and took the photo. His fingertips brushed Reid’s. He looked at it again, and then up at Reid.
A nervous smile flashed across Reid’s face. “I think it did,” the doctor said.
Hotch nodded.
“Then…” Reid said.
The picture fell from Hotch’s fingers and in an instant he was pressing his hand against Reid’s face and leaning over him and kissing him heatedly.
Reid made a surprise sound but he recovered immediately and reached up and grabbed Hotch’s forearm as he twisted his body and tilted his head to the side so their noses weren’t hitting each other. His lips parted to better receive Hotch’s kiss and very quickly their tongues were dancing a playful back and forth game with each other.
Reid rose from the chair, awkwardly, trying to maintain the kiss while he did. When he was full on his feet he pushed Hotch back around his desk and into his chair and climbed on top of him, resting in his lap and grabbing his hair and pressing their mouths together. They sought each other hungrily, pulses quickening and breath gasping.
Hotch wrapped his arms around Reid’s body and was struck by just how thin the younger man was. He spread his hands over Reid’s back and rubbed up and down, loving the way the fabric moved over his skin.
But not as much as he knew he would love the skin itself. Hotch tugged the shirt free from Reid’s waistband and slid his hands under and traced up his spine to his shoulders. Hotch leaned his head back as Reid’s mouth moved down to his jaw and his neck. As the doctor bit his skin lightly, Hotch shuddered and pulled his hands down Reid’s back, pressing just hard enough that he knew there would be lingering marks.
Reid gave a shuddering gasp and arched his back, pressing his body into Hotch. “Do that again, harder,” he whispered against Hotch’s mouth.
Hotch obeyed and Reid shivered deliciously and hugged Hotch so tightly that it almost hurt. Hotch could feel that they were both erect and Reid was very purposefully rubbing their hips together. Hotch didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to take that friction and he tried to distract himself by the way Reid’s skin felt under his fingertips, smooth and warm. His lips were the most exquisite thing Hotch had ever kissed, as soft as Reid’s effeminate appearance would suggest but still entirely male and tasting of coffee and sugar. Reid had a hint of shadow around his mouth that Hotch could feel scratching against his jaw when they rubbed their faces together. He reached up and grabbed Reid’s hair in one hand and put the other on his waist, grinding up against him.
Reid panted with his mouth open, eyes closed, and pressed his forehead to Hotch’s and also shifted his focus from kissing him to moving in rhythm with Hotch’s thrusts. They were short and forceful, desperate and needing. Hotch found himself gasping and moving his hand to Reid’s pants.
Reid, who had seemingly been waiting for such a cue, was immediately unbuttoning Hotch’s pants and fumbling with the zipper before shoving the fabric open and reaching through his boxers to pull his erection out.
Hotch froze and gasped harshly. “Fuck-Reid-”
Reid wrapped his long, slender fingers around Hotch’s cock and moving his fist up and down very slowly for just a few seconds before slipping off of Hotch’s lap and kneeling down in front of him. Hotch could hardly believe what he was seeing, but he had no doubt it was happening when the heat of Reid’s mouth engulfed him.
He sucked teasingly for a few seconds before he lifted his head up and licked the underside from base to tip and kissed the head almost reverently before sucking the top half into his mouth and bobbing his head.
Hotch was shocked by how good it felt. He rested his hand on top of Reid’s head and encouraged the back and forth movement. He could feel Reid’s tongue pressing up against the underside of his cock and each downward dip of the young man’s head seemed to pull Hotch further down his throat. Hotch let out a slow breath when Reid’s nose hit his belly and the doctor stayed there, working his throat around him, swallowing over and over.
Reid pulled back and released Hotch with a gasp for breath and wrapped his long fingers around his length and slid his hand up and down. He twisted his wrist back and forth and used his free hand to slowly trace around the tip and rub his thumb over the top. He dipped his head and rubbed Hotch’s cock against his cheek, almost in a reverential way.
“Can you-can you do that again?” Hotch whispered.
Reid obeyed immediately. Hotch choked back a groan. He was dimly aware that there were offices around his own, there were people down in the bullpen, and for the life of him he couldn’t bring himself to tell Reid that they should stop and make as dignified as escape as possible, at least to his car, but for a moment he thought he was going to try.
But then Reid swirled his tongue around his head and that was furthest thing from his mind.
Hotch was getting more and more flushed as Reid worked and he finally reached up and pulled his tie loose with shaking fingers and started unbuttoning his shirt. Reid noticed the movement and looked up, then smiled. “Here,” he said, “Let me help.”
Hotch stifled his noise of disappointment as Reid snaked his way back up into his lap and gently pulled the tie over his head and tossed it on the ground. Then he started working on Hotch’s buttons, pressing his mouth to Hotch’s chest and leaving a small nip every time he got one more open. By the end, Hotch was collapsed back in his chair, jacket and shirt lying wide open with a small trail of bites leading down his chest to his crotch. The last thing Reid did was carefully pull Hotch’s boxers down off his hips and let them slide down his legs. Hotch’s breath hitched as Reid’s lips brushed against his erection oh-so-teasingly for just a moment before Reid stood up and started undressing himself.
Hotch watched with rapt attention as first the shoes and mismatched socks came off and then the jacket slipped off the slender shoulders and dropped to the ground. Reid reached up and undid the knot on his tie with fingers that were trying very carefully to remain steady, but Hotch noticed the slight tremor, which grew even more pronounced as Reid moved to his shirt.
Hotch rose to his feet and stepped out of his pants and grabbed Reid’s hands and brought them up to his mouth and kissed each knuckle before kissing Reid’s lips, taking the shirt, and ripping it open.
Reid made a gasp of surprise and Hotch silenced it quickly. “I’ll get you a new one,” he promised, and moved his attention to undoing Reid’s pants and shoving them down.
Reid stood completely naked in front of him and Hotch had to take a step back for a moment to admire the younger man’s body before grabbing him tightly and kissing him again. Reid pushed him back into the desk and they clove together, hands running over each other’s bodies. Reid had lifted one knee and was resting his leg on Hotch’s waist while his other thigh pressed between Hotch’s legs and rubbed him wonderfully.
Hotch was getting more and more aroused with each moment and he was torn between the desire to keep kissing Reid, to keep touching his bared body, to keep feeling his warm skin in his arms, and the desire to turn him around and bend him over and delve into that thin frame.
Reid seemed to sense Hotch’s dilemma and he chuckled deeply, tilting his head to the side to bite Hotch’s neck. “Do you have any kind of lube in here?” he asked.
Hotch’s mind raced and came back empty. “No,” he said in a throaty, disappointed whisper.
“Time for that later anyway,” Reid murmured, and for a moment Hotch wondered if he was going to be crazy enough after this was all over to even try for a later, and then was promptly torn away from that thought as he felt Reid’s hand wrap around his cock and he looked down to see the doctor gripping both of their erections together, rubbing them slowly.
“Fuck, Reid,” Hotch whispered, and shifted his hips slowly back and forth with the movement of Reid’s hand. Reid laughed breathlessly and rocked his hips in the same rhythm.
“I thought you’d like this,” he said.
Hotch nodded and reached up and gripped Reid’s hair and tugged gently. Reid immediately tensed and hissed and Hotch let go, worried that he had hurt him.
“No no,” Reid said, shaking his head quickly. He squeezed them tighter. “Do that again, harder.”
“You like it?” Hotch murmured, getting a firm grip on Reid’s hair and pulling very lightly.
“Hotch, please,” Reid whimpered, biting his lip and tilting his head back, exposing his neck.
“Is that a little better?” Hotch teased, barely increasing the strength of his grip.
“Hotch-”
Hotch leaned forward and bit Reid’s collar at the same moment as he yanked as hard as he could on the younger man’s hair. He heard Reid give a strangled, “Yes!”
There was a pounding on the door. They froze.
Aaron cleared his throat as quietly as he could, and then called, “Yes?”
“I have that file JJ wanted us to go over,” came Rossi’s voice.
“Five minutes,” Hotch managed to say in a steady voice. He was amazed he was speaking at all: Reid was still stroking him, moving quicker now.
“You okay?” Rossi asked.
“Five minutes!” Hotch practically growled. “Or I swear to God…”
“Okay, okay, five minutes!”
Hotch watched Rossi’s shadow pass by his windows and disappear.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “How do we…”
Reid let go of their cocks and was suddenly on his knees swallowing Hotch’s erection into his mouth. Hotch had to fight to keep back a groan but when Reid started bobbing his head like that…. He gripped Reid’s hair and started thrusting into his face. He was close.
Reid’s hand was in his lap, working quickly. They had only minutes to work with and he seemed determined to finish this as properly as possible.
“Reid,” Hotch said in as dignified of a whisper as he could, “I’m gonna-”
Hotch froze, doubling over and pulling Reid’s head as close to his body as he could. He heard Reid choke and he gasped, fighting down the groan that arose in his throat as he came.
Hotch slumped, breathing heavily, and released his grip on Reid’s hair. The doctor pulled back, lifting the back of his hand up to his mouth and bowing his head, swallowing.
“Fuck,” Hotch whispered. “Did you…”
In response, Reid lifted his head up and Hotch could see his lap. Reid grinned sheepishly. “Um…do you have Kleenex?”
“Oh, right, yeah,” Hotch said, and handed Reid a box. While Reid cleaned up, Hotch got dressed as quickly as he could. He thanked whatever powers there were that Reid had worn a jacket and a tie that day, which he could use to cover up the mostly torn buttons of his shirt. Right as Reid zipped up his pants, Rossi knocked.
“Here,” Hotch whispered, and combed through Reid’s hair with his fingers for a few seconds before pushing him towards the chair. “Sit down.”
“Hello?” Rossi called, sounding very confused.
Hotch unlocked the door. “Dave,” he said, and then had to clear his throat because his voice sounded like a little girl. “Dave. Sorry. I was finishing up a meeting with Reid. Come in.”
Rossi raised an eyebrow as he looked at Reid, who waved in that way that practically screamed “guilty” to Hotch. He wished he could sink into the floor and disappear.
“I think that’s everything you need to know,” Hotch said to Reid, trying to sound as official as he could. “Let me know if you have any questions.”
“Sure,” Reid said, and stood up and left the office. Hopefully to go get his go-bag and put on a new shirt.
As he walked back to his desk, Hotch spotted something on the floor. To his horror, he realized it was the picture of Reid, face up near the table leg. Rossi was getting closer and closer to the chair, and when he sat down there was no way he was going to miss it.
“Actually!” Hotch said, and put his hands on Rossi’s shoulders, turning him around. “Let’s meet in your office, we never do any work in there. Change of pace, right?”
Rossi looked at Hotch like he was batshit crazy, but couldn’t disagree, and they walked out of Hotch’s office. Hotch spared a moment to send one more glare at the troublesome photo before pulling the door shut behind them.