Fic: Bugsey Or Spidey? / Personal Ink (Criminal Minds, Reid / Morgan, Hotch / Chad)
Title: Bugsey Or Spidey?
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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“Bugs Bunny or Spiderman?”
“Morgan…” Reid tried to suppress a grin. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
“I’ve tried to analyse the pattern, but I can’t understand it, unless it’s merely a change in your personal preferences.”
“What preferences?”
“When we started, you preferred boxer briefs, and ninety-nine percent of them were black.”
“So?”
“It seems that the longer we are together, the more cartoon characters you add to your selection of underwear. And most of the time they are loose boxers, not boxer briefs.”
“They’re funny.” Morgan shrugged. “And you’ve seen everything I got, so I don’t need to wrap the boys into a pretty package for your viewing pleasure. You’ve already seen them behind the scenes.”
“I’ve seen the boys behind the scenes?” Reid repeated. “That’s a very interesting phrase, especially how you humanise your genitalia-”
“Pretty Boy, don’t talk about my boys, unless you’re talking dirty.”
“I’m just interested to know why you changed your habits.”
“You’re a guy.”
“And?”
“Guys can appreciate cartoons the way most women can’t.”
“That’s all?”
“And I like the extra space. My little guys like to hang around.”
“Morgan-”
“You know how liberating it is, when you go to the backyard and let the breeze-”
“Morgan. I have no interest to hear about the breeze cooling down your overheated flesh while you keep swinging your genitalia left and right.”
“I don’t do that!”
“You just did.”
“It’s instinctual! All guys do it!”
“Most guys don’t do it in a motel room few minutes before going to the police station.”
“Maybe not, but I’ve known couple guys who ended up in the police station because they did that in some back alley.”
“I don’t want to know.”
“So… Spiderman or Bugs Bunny?”
“Bugs.”
“And baby…?”
“What?”
“You should try free hanging, it will change your life.”
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Title: Personal Ink
Pair: Aaron Hotchner / Chad Christensen
Rating: PG
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“This is probably the most relaxing thing in this house…” Hotch mumbled against Chad’s neck. The warm water loosened his tight muscles and he lounged on top of the other man, straddling his hips and leaning against his chest. Chad’s arms circled him and held him like a sleepy child.
“Me or the tub?”
“Both.” Hotch sighed. “You never know how stressed you are till you have a minute to slow down.”
“True.” Chad’s hands wandered down Hotch`s back, sliding on the slippery skin. “We should get a bigger tub. Invite the whole team here for a group therapy session.”
“I will not get naked in front of my team.”
“Have you even taken your tie off in front of your team?”
“Couple times…”
“And how often do you sleep in the jet?”
“More often than I go without a tie.”
“I can feel that.” Chad’s fingers sunk gently into the muscles on Hotch`s back, rubbing them gently. “Keep going like that you’ll end up with a really bad back.”
“I know…” Hotch groaned. “I never had a bubble bath before you moved in.” He pulled back a bit and gave Chad a sharp glance. “What’s different about you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Something’s different about you, what is it?”
“You got back from Seattle two day ago and now you noticed?” Chad grinned. “I got some new ink done while you were away.”
“Did you change this?” Hotch let his finger slid along the lines of the stylised bear claw on the man’s deltoid. Twirling black figures curled around the claw. “What does it mean?”
“Read it.”
Hotch leaned closed. The letters were highly stylised and it took a while before he figured it out.
“Aaron?”
“Yeah. I got the other one done too.”
Hotch moved on to the other side. Identical claw was paired with similar stylised letters. A trail of smaller black-lined tattoos continued down his arm.
“Jack.” He took a deep breath. “You got my name tattooed.”
“Yeah.”
“And Jack’s.”
“I don’t know…” Hotch couldn’t pull his fingers off the black letters. “That’s…”
“Don’t worry, you don’t need to get my name done.”
“No, I mean… That’s…”
“If you say "sweet", I’ll let you soak here alone.”
“I wasn’t going to say sweet.”
“Scar called it sweet.”
“Who’s Scar?”
“The owner of the tattoo parlour. When a three hundred pound guy, covered in tattoos, piercings and black letter says something is sweet, it has to be.”
“It is, but… I honestly don’t know what to say.” Hotch planted a kiss on the inked skin. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“You should be flattered, I’ve never had anyone’s name on me before. If it doesn’t work, you can’t get rid of it.”
“That’s a big vote of confidence.” Hotch commented and gave the tattoo another light kiss. “You never told me what the other ones mean.”
“You never asked.” Chad lifted his leg above the water surface to show off the tattoo around his ankle. “That one says: Spectemur agendo.”
“Our actions… something. I’ve heard that, but I can’t remember.”
“Let us be judged by our actions.” Chad recited.
“What about the claws and tribal signs?”
“Academy. Our group had a deal: We all got the same claws when we graduated from the academy and said we`ll add something to them later when we reach important points in our lives. I got a tribal every time I got a promotion and the latest one when my mom died.”
“I like them.” Hotch admitted and caressed the black lines. “It’s weird, I don’t usually like tattoos.”
“That’s the thing about them: You gotta know what to add and when. If you put everything there, they don’t mean as much. And you’ll start looking like a roadmap.”
“What did the others add to their claws?”
“I saw Jake last year when he was in Quantico for training. He had his wife and their three kids inked.”
“Is the word "sweet" still banned?”
“Yep.”
“Too bad…”
“You know…” A crooked grin appeared on Chad’s face. “I think Jack wants one too. He’s always looking at my tats.”
“Don’t put any ideas in his head!” Hotch laughed. “And don’t tell him about the names.”
“Why not?”
“He’ll start asking why you have his name tattooed and daddy doesn’t.”