Let Us Show You
Title: Let Us Show You
Author: drabbles_by_v
Pairing: Hotch/Morgan/Reid
Rating: R
Word Count: 4501
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine and I'm making no profit by playing with their characters
Warnings: Slash, threesome
Summary: Hotch and Morgan realize what Reid thinks of himself and set out to prove him wrong.
Author's Note: This was written in response to a kink!meme prompt:
Hotch/Morgan/Reid
Hotch and Morgan invite Reid into their relationship and Reid being typical Reid asks to have a few days to think on it. Somehow he ends up writing a list of comparisons between Morgan, Hotch and himself (Like Morgan being all suave and buff while Hotch is collected and dedicated and he's just skinny and pale etc)
The two end up finding it, cause Reid has been staring at them a little more intently the past few days and no not in that good way thank you very much, and showing him exactly how wrong the comparisons are (like how he fits perfectly between them or how Hotch loves how Reid's paler skin looks against Morgan etc)
Can be as dirty as you want it or just slow and sweet :)
“So I guess, what we’re asking is…” Morgan said, trailing off and looking down into his coffee mug with a slight smile.
“…If you’ll join us,” Hotch finished for him. He reached out and lay his hand on Morgan’s arm, and they looked at each other with warm eyes for a moment before turning back to Reid.
Reid kept his head down and had to clear his throat several times and take a sip of 24-hour-restaurant coffee before he glanced up shyly through his bangs. “Do you mean…for just once?” he asked.
“Oh, no! Of course not, Pretty Boy,” Morgan said, and covered Reid’s hands with his own. He coaxed Reid’s gaze up with his own and smiled. “We both care about you, a lot. We want you with us. And…we thought you might want to be with us, too.”
“The frequency of open relationships succeeding…” Reid began, but Hotch reached out and touched his lips with the tip of his finger. Reid blushed and Hotch and Morgan both smiled fondly.
“This isn’t open,” Hotch said. “It’s just us.”
“I need to think about it,” Reid said.
“Of course,” Morgan said. “We expected that.”
“Would you like us to leave?” Hotch asked. “If we’ve made you uncomfortable…”
“Please stay,” Reid asked, offering a hesitant smile. “Just because I need to think doesn’t mean I don’t want to talk to you.”
Morgan and Hotch looked at each other and then both smiled at Reid and they easily turned the conversation to asking Reid how his latest paper was going.
As soon as Reid got into his apartment that night (Hotch had insisted on driving him and Reid had waved goodbye to both him and Morgan as they drove away together), he collapsed back against a wall and lifted his hand up to his forehead, finally letting his shock take hold. They wanted him to join them? The only thing that Reid could think of now was, Why? What could he possibly have that made either one of them interested in him? Of course they cared about him, the entire team cared about him, but only Hotch and Morgan (Hotch and Morgan, who had each other, two of the most desirable people on the planet) were asking Reid to enter into a relationship with them.
And what about him could have made their eyes stray from each other? Reid had to admit he was tempted-God knows he wanted both of them, but that was just it… They were perfect together. They were two amazing people who formed an amazing pair; why would they want to mess it up by pulling Reid into the mix?
Reid decided that the only way to handle this was through logical research. So he marched over to his desk, grabbed a pen and paper, and made three columns: Me Hotch Morgan
Then he leaned back and though for a few minutes, and began writing.
“Reid’s been staring at me,” Morgan said, leaning in the doorframe of Hotch’s office looking out over the bullpen. Reid was at his desk, chewing on a pen and considering a legal notepad that he was occasionally jotting notes on.
“Of course he’s been staring at you,” Hotch said, barely glancing up. “We asked him to into an established relationship.” Hotch smirked, and Morgan could hear it in his voice: “He’s considering what you look like naked.”
Morgan rolled his eyes with a smile. “No, that isn’t it,” he said. “I feel like I’m being inspected.”
“It’s Reid. He treats everything like some kind of growth in a Petri dish.”
“Yeah, I know, but…” Morgan looked away as Reid’s gaze flickered up towards him again, pretending he didn’t notice. As soon as Reid looked down, he scribbled something onto his notepad. “Hmm…”
Hotch looked up. “What?” he asked.
Morgan turned around. “Are you sure you haven’t noticed him staring at you, either?” he asked.
“Of course I have,” Hotch said. “And I agree entirely. But we shouldn’t pry, we kind of threw a lot at him.”
“Did you notice that every time he looks at you, he writes something on that notepad he’s been carrying around?”
That made Hotch pause. He looked up. “Really?”
Morgan nodded.
“I did notice the notepad, but I was trying to give him a bit of privacy and not profile. We should get a look at that thing.”
“I’m so glad you agree,” Morgan said.
Hotch started to turn back to his work, but paused. “I have an idea,” he said.
After a bit of planning and getting JJ in on the scheme, Hotch and Morgan managed to get Reid out of the bullpen for long enough to pull the notepad from his messenger bag and escape to Hotch’s office. They opened it to the first page.
“Is…” Hotch started, skimming the three columns.
“Pretty Boy,” Morgan moaned, covering his eyes with his hand. He shook his head. “He’s comparing himself to us.”
“Listen to this,” Hotch said. “He’s pale, I’m dignified, and you’re dark.”
Morgan looked at the list. “Inexperienced, experienced-expert?”
Hotch laughed. “Well, you do know what you’re doing,” he said.
“Well you’re apparently noble,” Morgan teased. Hotch rolled his eyes.
“And you’re debonair. He certainly knows his adjectives.”
“Gangly, pale, pubescent, awkward, inexperienced, geek, insecure, unconfident, young, follower,” Morgan read. He sighed and shook his head. “Insecure is right. No wonder he’s been staring at us.”
“Built, dark, smooth, independent, expert, suave, debonair, beautiful, positive, and graceful,” Hotch said, listing off Morgan’s words. He smiled. “I’d agree with all of those,” he said.
“Self-assured, dignified, confident, calm, experienced, worldly, strong, handsome, noble, leader,” Morgan finished. He turned to his lover. “Can’t argue with that.”
“But Reid’s…” Hotch said, shaking his head. He looked at Morgan. “We have to show him that he’s wrong, he isn’t like this at all.”
“Well, he kind of is,” Morgan said. “But none of them are bad things.”
Hotch nodded. “Help me copy this,” he said.
Once they’d finished, Morgan slipped the notepad back exactly where it had been before strolling on his way.
It was Friday night at the BAU and Reid had amassed quite the list of comparisons between himself, Morgan, and Hotch. He was the last person in the bullpen and he was chewing nervously on his lip. They didn’t have work tomorrow. It would be the perfect time to give Hotch and Morgan an answer. If he knew what his answer was.
“Reid!” came Morgan’s voice, echoing through the empty building.
“Yeah?” Reid called.
“Can you come help me? Garcia left and I can’t figure out how to get the file I need!”
Reid rolled his eyes, set the notepad down on his desk, and left to help Morgan.
As soon as he was gone, Hotch appeared out of the back of the room and stole the notepad. As quick as he’d come, he disappeared again.
“Thanks, man,” Morgan said, grinning at Reid, who just glanced down shyly and returned to the bullpen. He immediately noticed the missing notepad. Hadn’t he set it right here?
After a few minutes of fruitless searching, Morgan appeared. “Hey, Hotch is giving me a ride home,” he said. “Want to come?”
“I can’t find…” Reid started, and trailed off.
“Are you doing paperwork over the weekend?” Morgan teased. “Come on, Genius Man, let’s go.”
Against his better judgment, Reid gathered his things, gave one last look around his desk area, and followed Morgan outside.
It didn’t take Reid long to figure out that Hotch wasn’t going to take him home. “Um…that was my exit,” he said.
Hotch and Morgan exchanged a glance and a smirk in the front seat. “I know,” Hotch said.
“We’re kidnapping you,” Morgan said. “Don’t worry-no shenanigans unless you want them. We just want to talk to you, deal?”
Reid nodded. “Okay,” he said. He could barely hear himself think over the pounding of his heart.
They ended up at Hotch’s apartment and Hotch put on a kettle of water as soon as they got there and they invited Reid to sit and asked what kind of tea he’d like. After convincing him to take something (Reid finally decided on green tea), Hotch and Morgan sat down on either side of him on the couch. They kept the conversation easy, steered it away from any kind of relationship discussion, until Reid had finished his tea. That was when the atmosphere changed.
Morgan put a casual hand on Reid’s shoulder and Hotch reached out and touched his knee lightly. Reid tensed immediately.
“We wanted to talk to you about something,” Morgan said, and when Reid looked at him, Hotch reached over the side of the couch and pulled out Reid’s list and held it out for him to see.
Reid’s eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hands. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I didn’t think you’d ever see that, I’m so sorry…”
“Don’t apologize to us,” Hotch said, and put the list down on the coffee table. “We’re glad we found it. It’s given us a window into you.”
Reid blushed and lowered his head. “You already know I think you’re both amazing,” he said quietly.
“Not about us,” Morgan said. “About how you see yourself.”
Reid’s head shot up. “What?”
Morgan leaned over and tucked the wayward strand of hair in Reid’s face behind his ear, letting his fingers trail down the doctor’s neck as he did. Reid shivered.
“You see,” Hotch said. “This is a very inaccurate list, and we’re going to give you a lesson in profiling. I can’t have someone on my team misjudging himself so grievously.”
“Let’s start with number one,” Morgan said, leaning over and brushing his lips against Reid’s ear as he spoke. “Gangly.”
Together, Hotch and Morgan pulled Reid up to his feet and stood on either side of him. Hotch stood in front of Reid and wrapped his arms around Reid’s waist while Morgan hugged his shoulders from behind. They pressed their faces against Reid’s on either side of him, hugging him tightly. Reid’s breath caught and he tensed.
“You,” Morgan said, “Are not gangly.” As he spoke, he and Hotch both started to run their hands up and down Reid’s sides. “You are lithe, you are slender, you are elegant.”
“And you fit perfectly between us,” Hotch murmured, pressing his lips to Reid’s collar. Reid’s head fell back onto Morgan’s shoulder.
“You’re so warm,” Morgan said, stroking Reid’s hair. “And if you were much bigger, I wouldn’t be able to do this…” He reached out and wrapped his hands around the back of Hotch’s neck and pulled him into a deep kiss over Reid.
As they kissed, Morgan’s hand trailed down Hotch’s body and then over to Reid’s. He rested his hand on Reid’s hip, teasingly slipping his fingers up under the younger man’s shirt. Reid gasped in surprise.
Hotch released Morgan and turned his attention to Reid. He met his eyes. “You know you can tell us to stop at any time,” he said. He wanted to make sure Reid knew that.
Reid nodded. “I know,” he whispered, looking back into Hotch’s gaze.
Hotch waited a moment longer, and then leaned down and pressed his lips against Reid’s neck. He suckled and nipped at the skin. He felt Reid’s jump of surprise when Morgan pushed his hands further under his shirt and began caressing his chest.
“I want to see your skin, Pretty Boy,” Morgan said.
Reid nodded shortly, barely able to concentrate on anything but the line of kisses that Hotch was making up his neck.
Hotch leaned back to allow Morgan to lift Reid’s shirt up over his head. He unbuttoned his own and let it drop before pulling off his undershirt. He returned to kissing Reid’s neck and Morgan took the opportunity to unclothe himself.
Hotch pulled back as Morgan wrapped his arms around Reid’s chest and pulled him close. “I’d like to address the second item on your list,” he said. “‘Pale.’” He ran his fingers over Morgan’s arm and Reid’s chest. “I’d say…milky. Light. Soft. And you look so good against Morgan.” He kissed each of Reid’s eyes. “I want to see you beneath me on dark sheets, glowing in the night.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re anything but pale,” Morgan murmured, dropping his lips onto Reid’s exposed shoulder and kissing it reverentially. “You’re ethereal.”
“Morgan,” Reid breathed, reaching his arm up and back, curling it around Morgan’s head.
“And I’d like to see where you got the idea that you’re pubescent,” Hotch added. He pulled away enough for his eyes to wander over Reid’s chest. “I’ve never seen a schoolboy with a body like this.” He traced his fingers down Reid’s chest, pausing at each of his nipples to kiss them lightly. He moved his lips lower, touching every inch of skin as he went, until he reached the beginning of the trail of baby-fine hairs that disappeared into the younger man’s waistline. Hotch traced them with his finger for a moment and then blow gently on them. Reid gasped.
A smile curled onto Morgan’s lips. “As for awkward,” he said, “I also disagree. You’re endearing. No one knows what they’re doing all the time, Pretty Boy. You’re too hard on yourself.”
“But-I am-inexperienced,” Reid managed to say. He had already figured out they were following the list in order.
“We never said they were all false,” Hotch said. “But none of them are bad.”
“Everyone was inexperienced once,” Morgan said. He was slowly moving his hands around Reid’s body to his chest, rubbing his palms over his nipples. “Even me, genius,” he teased. Reid had to grin at that.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Well, believe it,” Morgan said. “But inexperienced does not mean undesirable.” He took in a shuddering breath. “God, I want you so bad…I want to teach you everything, see the wonder in your eyes.”
“We get to live everything over again through you,” Hotch said. “Hear the way you gasp the first time you’re touched…” He slid his fingers down Reid’s pants and pressed his face against the growing bulge.
Reid did gasp, and bucked his hips just slightly. Hotch cupped one hand around him from beneath while rubbing him gently with the other. “See the way you squirm the first time someone sucks you,” he breathed, lips brushing Reid through his clothing.
“I want to see you toss your head the first time you’re fucked,” Morgan murmured from behind him, grinding slowly against Reid’s body. “Hear you cry when you come in our hands…”
Reid whimpered softly and Hotch took that as his cue to start undoing his pants. Reid’s hands dropped down onto Hotch’s head and he bit his lip, holding his breath.
When Hotch had Reid completely naked before him, he took a moment to lean back and inspect the younger man’s body. He was beautiful, everything a man should be. Hotch wrapped his fingers around Reid’s cock and started to rub. Then he leaned forward and pulled the tip into his mouth and began to suck.
Reid let out a strangled cry and collapsed back against Morgan, who held him easily.
“There, Pretty Boy,” Morgan murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth. “God you’re so beautiful.” He looked down at the sight of his lover sucking Reid’s cock. Morgan could practically feel that warm mouth and he choked back a groan, pulling himself back to the list. “Reid, what’s the most sensitive area of a cock?”
“It-it varies from man to man,” Reid managed to say. “But for most-it’s the head-ah!”
At Reid’s words, Hotch had changed his sucking technique to focus solely on Reid’s head, circling it with his tongue and rubbing his thumb against the tip. “Like this?” he murmured.
“You wouldn’t know that if you were a geek,” Morgan teased gently.
Hotch hummed softly, pressing his tongue to the underside of Reid’s erection and flicking it quickly. He released the younger man from his mouth and licked his entire length up and down. Morgan continued to rub Reid’s chest, savoring every hitch of his breath, every jump he made as Hotch tried something new. He pressed his nose into Reid’s hair and inhaled deeply. “Beautiful, beautiful boy,” he murmured. “You don’t even know how gorgeous you are.”
“Insecure,” Reid breathed. That was the next item. He could obviously see where this was going.
“We can fix that,” Morgan said. “We’ll love you until you know how amazing you are.” He bit Reid’s earlobe and tugged. “Can you feel how hard you’ve made me?” he asked.
Reid could. He nodded.
“That’s all you, handsome,” Morgan said. “Not Hotch, not anyone else, just you. Right now, you’re all I want. We both want. Look.”
Reid looked down and Hotch let go of him and leaned back far enough for Reid to see his lap. Hotch had unzipped his pants and was rubbing himself slowly. Hotch met his eyes. “You,” he said.
“You never see it,” Morgan said, as Hotch returned to sucking him. Reid made a soft sound and his head fell back. Morgan traced his jaw. “So many people look at you,” Morgan said. “Every case we go on, eyes follow you down the street. Women, men, everyone. Aaron and I would be crazy not to want you. And we can teach you what to do.”
Hotch lifted his head up. He rubbed Reid languidly. “None of this is hard,” he said, then paused to smirk. “Well, the good parts are. But the doing, it’s easy. Even the most unconfident beginner knows how to rub and lick. Once you see what you can do to us, you’ll be anything but unconfident. You can have Derek moaning beneath you in seconds if you want.”
“Or Aaron gasping on top of you,” Morgan whispered. “With fingers like yours…”
Hotch stood up and let his pants slide off as he did. He pressed his body against Reid’s and hugged him tightly. Their erections pressed together and rubbed back and forth as Hotch slowly rocked his hips.
Reid felt Morgan step back and he heard the short slide of a zipper followed by the rustling of fabric. He felt Morgan press back up behind him, only this time, he was completely naked and his cock pressed up snugly against Reid’s ass. He rubbed slowly, letting his hands drift down to Reid’s hips. He pressed his mouth to Reid’s neck and sucked gently at the skin. Hotch mirrored Morgan’s actions and together they licked, kissed, and nipped their way up the young doctor’s pale skin, up to his jaw, his cheeks, his ears. They moved slowly the whole time, sliding their bodies together sweetly. When they were at eye level with each other, they exchanged a look, and then Hotch touched his fingers lightly under Reid’s chin and lifted his face.
Reid felt his breath stolen by the intensity in Hotch’s eyes. He reached up and touched Hotch’s face with a trembling hand, and then Hotch leaned in and captured his lips in a fiery kiss.
Reid returned it, hot and eager, but it was only a few moments before Hotch released him and Reid felt his head turned and this time, it was Morgan’s mouth pressing against his own. Hotch was passion and fire, Morgan was smooth and deep. They traded kisses back and forth until they were all slick with sweat and panting.
Finally Hotch and Morgan both leaned back to gaze at their young companion. Reid was breathing shallowly and his eyes had fluttered shut long ago. His lips were bruised and parted slightly and a flush had risen to his cheeks. He was trembling. Morgan reached up and stroked his hair. “There, pretty boy,” he murmured. “There’s nothing wrong with you at all.” He took a deep, steadying breath, then leaned in very closely so Reid could feel the breath from his low whisper: “I want to fuck you.”
Reid’s breath caught and his eyes shot open. He looked into Hotch’s eyes, steadying, assuring, strong, then turned his face up towards Morgan. Hotch and Morgan held their breath as they waited for his answer. Finally, Reid licked his lips and managed, “Please, yes.”
Morgan’s warmth disappeared from behind him and Reid shivered as he realized just how much the dark man had been surrounding his body. He took a deep breath and pressed his head into the crook of Hotch’s neck.
The next thing he felt was one of Morgan’s hands on his neck, rubbing and soothing. “Relax,” Morgan murmured. “Aaron will hold you.”
Reid wrapped his arms tightly around Hotch’s chest just as one of Morgan’s fingers, cold with lube, touched his ass and pressed gently. Morgan took his time rubbing in small circles, getting Reid used to the feeling, before pressing in. Reid jumped and held Hotch tighter. Hotch held him back, snug against his body.
Morgan knelt down and kissed Reid’s spine as he moved his hand in and out. He pressed another finger in and Reid jumped again.
“Okay, Pretty Boy?” Morgan asked.
“Yes,” Reid breathed. Hotch was kissing him, distracting him, and Reid barely noticed the pain from Morgan’s fingers. Then Morgan twisted his hand just slightly and Reid started in surprise. He felt Hotch’s deep chuckle, then the older man’s lips on his mouth.
“He’s good at this,” Hotch murmured against him. “Relax.”
Reid took a deep breath and tried to, but it was hard when every turn and thrust from Morgan’s hands was making him jump in pleasure.
“Does it hurt?” Hotch asked, stroking the side of his face.
Reid shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “God-Derek-”
Hotch smiled. “I think he wants you, babe,” he said.
Morgan pulled his hand out and pressed a single kiss to Reid’s backside before standing up. Reid felt Morgan’s erection brushing against him and he took a breath, telling himself to relax. He released the breath slowly and felt Hotch’s hand sliding down his side to his hip and then his thigh. Hotch wrapped his hand around Reid’s leg and gently pulled up. Reid let his leg side up Hotch’s body and rest on the other man’s waist, effectively spreading himself open for Morgan.
“Here we go,” Morgan murmured and Reid stilled. Hotch pet his face soothingly as Morgan pushed in, slowly. Reid couldn’t keep the groan from rising in the back of his throat. He couldn’t have imagined ever feeling this stretched, this full. He held his breath.
“Breathe,” Hotch whispered, immediately noticing. “You need to breathe.”
Reid nodded jerkily and let his breath out and then gulped down another one. The next moments seemed an eternity, until finally he heard Morgan moan softly.
“You’re so tight, Spence,” he breathed. “I’m in. Are you okay?”
Reid nodded. “Go,” he said.
Morgan pulled out very slowly, and then shoved back in, pushing Reid’s smaller body up into Hotch. They gasped together and Hotch smiled, reaching over Reid’s shoulder to grab Morgan’s neck and pull him in for a deep kiss as he broke in their new lover.
Hotch dropped his hand from Morgan’s neck and reached down between himself and Reid and gripped their erections together and moved his fist up and down in the same rhythm of Morgan’s thrusts. Reid’s head fell back onto Morgan’s shoulder and he panted and moaned.
“I believe,” Morgan gasped, gripping Reid’s hips so he could thrust into him, “That you called yourself young in that misleading little list. And I agree, you are young.” He paused to gasp for air for a moment before continuing, “But, Supervisory Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid, being young is a gift. It gives you energy and stamina, which you’re going to need if you stay with us.” He groaned. “I’m going to fuck you so much…”
Reid whimpered and strained against Hotch’s hand, overwhelmed. The two older men supported him easily as he gasped and moaned. “Let go,” Hotch murmured. Reid’s back arched and he cried out as he bucked, his nails sinking into Hotch’s back.
“Ah, yes, beautiful boy,” Morgan groaned. He reached up and gripped Reid’s hair and pulled. Reid whimpered Morgan’s name.
The three of them rocked and gasped in the darkening room. Morgan lasted longer than he’d thought he would, and Hotch was perfectly content to focus only on Reid so he could watch the beauty of his two lovers in front of him. But he could sense when Morgan was close and he pressed back into Reid, wrapping his hand around both of them and squeezing them together. Morgan’s thrusts became hard, desperate, and the pitch of Reid’s voice changed.
Hotch was watching Reid’s face when he came. The younger man froze for an instant and then bucked, letting out a choked wail, pushing into Hotch’s hand. It was too much for Hotch, who seized and leaned in and bit Reid’s neck as he came, spilling down between their pressed bodies. And from the sound of it, his dark-skinned lover was only seconds away.
Reid felt it when Morgan came. His grip became unyielding and he buried himself completely and gasped harshly, panting out Reid’s name, endless endearments falling from his lips.
They sunk down onto the floor together, Reid shuddering as Morgan pulled out. He felt himself enveloped by the two older men and they lay there, limbs entangled, until they could all open their eyes again.
“You’re so beautiful,” Morgan murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Reid’s head. Reid nuzzled his face against Hotch’s neck, and Hotch reached over to press his palm against Morgan’s cheek.
“You never…got to the last word,” Reid said.
Hotch and Morgan looked at each other. This was the most important one. “You called me a leader and Morgan independent,” Hotch said. “And yourself a follower. These are all true.”
“But they aren’t bad, baby boy,” Morgan said. “The world wouldn’t have leaders if there were no followers.”
“But more than that,” Hotch said, “We need you exactly because you’re a follower. I love Morgan and he loves me, but just the two of us…we would break.”
“We need you,” Morgan said.
“You complete us,” Hotch finished.
Reid had to stop and let that sink in for a moment. “I…” he finally said, then trailed off. He couldn’t think of the right words.
“You don’t need to talk,” Hotch said, and kissed him softly.
“I know,” Reid said. “But…that’s how I, I handle things. I talk.”
“Do you want to be with us?” Morgan asked. When Reid didn’t answer immediately, Morgan hugged him tightly. “Please…”
“Yes,” Reid whispered.
Morgan and Hotch both let out sighs of relief. “Thank you,” they whispered back in unison.
Reid smiled slightly, for the first time allowing himself to really realize the gift he had been given. “No,” he said, “Thank you. Both of you.”
Author: drabbles_by_v
Pairing: Hotch/Morgan/Reid
Rating: R
Word Count: 4501
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine and I'm making no profit by playing with their characters
Warnings: Slash, threesome
Summary: Hotch and Morgan realize what Reid thinks of himself and set out to prove him wrong.
Author's Note: This was written in response to a kink!meme prompt:
Hotch/Morgan/Reid
Hotch and Morgan invite Reid into their relationship and Reid being typical Reid asks to have a few days to think on it. Somehow he ends up writing a list of comparisons between Morgan, Hotch and himself (Like Morgan being all suave and buff while Hotch is collected and dedicated and he's just skinny and pale etc)
The two end up finding it, cause Reid has been staring at them a little more intently the past few days and no not in that good way thank you very much, and showing him exactly how wrong the comparisons are (like how he fits perfectly between them or how Hotch loves how Reid's paler skin looks against Morgan etc)
Can be as dirty as you want it or just slow and sweet :)
“So I guess, what we’re asking is…” Morgan said, trailing off and looking down into his coffee mug with a slight smile.
“…If you’ll join us,” Hotch finished for him. He reached out and lay his hand on Morgan’s arm, and they looked at each other with warm eyes for a moment before turning back to Reid.
Reid kept his head down and had to clear his throat several times and take a sip of 24-hour-restaurant coffee before he glanced up shyly through his bangs. “Do you mean…for just once?” he asked.
“Oh, no! Of course not, Pretty Boy,” Morgan said, and covered Reid’s hands with his own. He coaxed Reid’s gaze up with his own and smiled. “We both care about you, a lot. We want you with us. And…we thought you might want to be with us, too.”
“The frequency of open relationships succeeding…” Reid began, but Hotch reached out and touched his lips with the tip of his finger. Reid blushed and Hotch and Morgan both smiled fondly.
“This isn’t open,” Hotch said. “It’s just us.”
“I need to think about it,” Reid said.
“Of course,” Morgan said. “We expected that.”
“Would you like us to leave?” Hotch asked. “If we’ve made you uncomfortable…”
“Please stay,” Reid asked, offering a hesitant smile. “Just because I need to think doesn’t mean I don’t want to talk to you.”
Morgan and Hotch looked at each other and then both smiled at Reid and they easily turned the conversation to asking Reid how his latest paper was going.
As soon as Reid got into his apartment that night (Hotch had insisted on driving him and Reid had waved goodbye to both him and Morgan as they drove away together), he collapsed back against a wall and lifted his hand up to his forehead, finally letting his shock take hold. They wanted him to join them? The only thing that Reid could think of now was, Why? What could he possibly have that made either one of them interested in him? Of course they cared about him, the entire team cared about him, but only Hotch and Morgan (Hotch and Morgan, who had each other, two of the most desirable people on the planet) were asking Reid to enter into a relationship with them.
And what about him could have made their eyes stray from each other? Reid had to admit he was tempted-God knows he wanted both of them, but that was just it… They were perfect together. They were two amazing people who formed an amazing pair; why would they want to mess it up by pulling Reid into the mix?
Reid decided that the only way to handle this was through logical research. So he marched over to his desk, grabbed a pen and paper, and made three columns: Me Hotch Morgan
Then he leaned back and though for a few minutes, and began writing.
“Reid’s been staring at me,” Morgan said, leaning in the doorframe of Hotch’s office looking out over the bullpen. Reid was at his desk, chewing on a pen and considering a legal notepad that he was occasionally jotting notes on.
“Of course he’s been staring at you,” Hotch said, barely glancing up. “We asked him to into an established relationship.” Hotch smirked, and Morgan could hear it in his voice: “He’s considering what you look like naked.”
Morgan rolled his eyes with a smile. “No, that isn’t it,” he said. “I feel like I’m being inspected.”
“It’s Reid. He treats everything like some kind of growth in a Petri dish.”
“Yeah, I know, but…” Morgan looked away as Reid’s gaze flickered up towards him again, pretending he didn’t notice. As soon as Reid looked down, he scribbled something onto his notepad. “Hmm…”
Hotch looked up. “What?” he asked.
Morgan turned around. “Are you sure you haven’t noticed him staring at you, either?” he asked.
“Of course I have,” Hotch said. “And I agree entirely. But we shouldn’t pry, we kind of threw a lot at him.”
“Did you notice that every time he looks at you, he writes something on that notepad he’s been carrying around?”
That made Hotch pause. He looked up. “Really?”
Morgan nodded.
“I did notice the notepad, but I was trying to give him a bit of privacy and not profile. We should get a look at that thing.”
“I’m so glad you agree,” Morgan said.
Hotch started to turn back to his work, but paused. “I have an idea,” he said.
After a bit of planning and getting JJ in on the scheme, Hotch and Morgan managed to get Reid out of the bullpen for long enough to pull the notepad from his messenger bag and escape to Hotch’s office. They opened it to the first page.
“Is…” Hotch started, skimming the three columns.
“Pretty Boy,” Morgan moaned, covering his eyes with his hand. He shook his head. “He’s comparing himself to us.”
“Listen to this,” Hotch said. “He’s pale, I’m dignified, and you’re dark.”
Morgan looked at the list. “Inexperienced, experienced-expert?”
Hotch laughed. “Well, you do know what you’re doing,” he said.
“Well you’re apparently noble,” Morgan teased. Hotch rolled his eyes.
“And you’re debonair. He certainly knows his adjectives.”
“Gangly, pale, pubescent, awkward, inexperienced, geek, insecure, unconfident, young, follower,” Morgan read. He sighed and shook his head. “Insecure is right. No wonder he’s been staring at us.”
“Built, dark, smooth, independent, expert, suave, debonair, beautiful, positive, and graceful,” Hotch said, listing off Morgan’s words. He smiled. “I’d agree with all of those,” he said.
“Self-assured, dignified, confident, calm, experienced, worldly, strong, handsome, noble, leader,” Morgan finished. He turned to his lover. “Can’t argue with that.”
“But Reid’s…” Hotch said, shaking his head. He looked at Morgan. “We have to show him that he’s wrong, he isn’t like this at all.”
“Well, he kind of is,” Morgan said. “But none of them are bad things.”
Hotch nodded. “Help me copy this,” he said.
Once they’d finished, Morgan slipped the notepad back exactly where it had been before strolling on his way.
It was Friday night at the BAU and Reid had amassed quite the list of comparisons between himself, Morgan, and Hotch. He was the last person in the bullpen and he was chewing nervously on his lip. They didn’t have work tomorrow. It would be the perfect time to give Hotch and Morgan an answer. If he knew what his answer was.
“Reid!” came Morgan’s voice, echoing through the empty building.
“Yeah?” Reid called.
“Can you come help me? Garcia left and I can’t figure out how to get the file I need!”
Reid rolled his eyes, set the notepad down on his desk, and left to help Morgan.
As soon as he was gone, Hotch appeared out of the back of the room and stole the notepad. As quick as he’d come, he disappeared again.
“Thanks, man,” Morgan said, grinning at Reid, who just glanced down shyly and returned to the bullpen. He immediately noticed the missing notepad. Hadn’t he set it right here?
After a few minutes of fruitless searching, Morgan appeared. “Hey, Hotch is giving me a ride home,” he said. “Want to come?”
“I can’t find…” Reid started, and trailed off.
“Are you doing paperwork over the weekend?” Morgan teased. “Come on, Genius Man, let’s go.”
Against his better judgment, Reid gathered his things, gave one last look around his desk area, and followed Morgan outside.
It didn’t take Reid long to figure out that Hotch wasn’t going to take him home. “Um…that was my exit,” he said.
Hotch and Morgan exchanged a glance and a smirk in the front seat. “I know,” Hotch said.
“We’re kidnapping you,” Morgan said. “Don’t worry-no shenanigans unless you want them. We just want to talk to you, deal?”
Reid nodded. “Okay,” he said. He could barely hear himself think over the pounding of his heart.
They ended up at Hotch’s apartment and Hotch put on a kettle of water as soon as they got there and they invited Reid to sit and asked what kind of tea he’d like. After convincing him to take something (Reid finally decided on green tea), Hotch and Morgan sat down on either side of him on the couch. They kept the conversation easy, steered it away from any kind of relationship discussion, until Reid had finished his tea. That was when the atmosphere changed.
Morgan put a casual hand on Reid’s shoulder and Hotch reached out and touched his knee lightly. Reid tensed immediately.
“We wanted to talk to you about something,” Morgan said, and when Reid looked at him, Hotch reached over the side of the couch and pulled out Reid’s list and held it out for him to see.
Reid’s eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hands. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I didn’t think you’d ever see that, I’m so sorry…”
“Don’t apologize to us,” Hotch said, and put the list down on the coffee table. “We’re glad we found it. It’s given us a window into you.”
Reid blushed and lowered his head. “You already know I think you’re both amazing,” he said quietly.
“Not about us,” Morgan said. “About how you see yourself.”
Reid’s head shot up. “What?”
Morgan leaned over and tucked the wayward strand of hair in Reid’s face behind his ear, letting his fingers trail down the doctor’s neck as he did. Reid shivered.
“You see,” Hotch said. “This is a very inaccurate list, and we’re going to give you a lesson in profiling. I can’t have someone on my team misjudging himself so grievously.”
“Let’s start with number one,” Morgan said, leaning over and brushing his lips against Reid’s ear as he spoke. “Gangly.”
Together, Hotch and Morgan pulled Reid up to his feet and stood on either side of him. Hotch stood in front of Reid and wrapped his arms around Reid’s waist while Morgan hugged his shoulders from behind. They pressed their faces against Reid’s on either side of him, hugging him tightly. Reid’s breath caught and he tensed.
“You,” Morgan said, “Are not gangly.” As he spoke, he and Hotch both started to run their hands up and down Reid’s sides. “You are lithe, you are slender, you are elegant.”
“And you fit perfectly between us,” Hotch murmured, pressing his lips to Reid’s collar. Reid’s head fell back onto Morgan’s shoulder.
“You’re so warm,” Morgan said, stroking Reid’s hair. “And if you were much bigger, I wouldn’t be able to do this…” He reached out and wrapped his hands around the back of Hotch’s neck and pulled him into a deep kiss over Reid.
As they kissed, Morgan’s hand trailed down Hotch’s body and then over to Reid’s. He rested his hand on Reid’s hip, teasingly slipping his fingers up under the younger man’s shirt. Reid gasped in surprise.
Hotch released Morgan and turned his attention to Reid. He met his eyes. “You know you can tell us to stop at any time,” he said. He wanted to make sure Reid knew that.
Reid nodded. “I know,” he whispered, looking back into Hotch’s gaze.
Hotch waited a moment longer, and then leaned down and pressed his lips against Reid’s neck. He suckled and nipped at the skin. He felt Reid’s jump of surprise when Morgan pushed his hands further under his shirt and began caressing his chest.
“I want to see your skin, Pretty Boy,” Morgan said.
Reid nodded shortly, barely able to concentrate on anything but the line of kisses that Hotch was making up his neck.
Hotch leaned back to allow Morgan to lift Reid’s shirt up over his head. He unbuttoned his own and let it drop before pulling off his undershirt. He returned to kissing Reid’s neck and Morgan took the opportunity to unclothe himself.
Hotch pulled back as Morgan wrapped his arms around Reid’s chest and pulled him close. “I’d like to address the second item on your list,” he said. “‘Pale.’” He ran his fingers over Morgan’s arm and Reid’s chest. “I’d say…milky. Light. Soft. And you look so good against Morgan.” He kissed each of Reid’s eyes. “I want to see you beneath me on dark sheets, glowing in the night.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re anything but pale,” Morgan murmured, dropping his lips onto Reid’s exposed shoulder and kissing it reverentially. “You’re ethereal.”
“Morgan,” Reid breathed, reaching his arm up and back, curling it around Morgan’s head.
“And I’d like to see where you got the idea that you’re pubescent,” Hotch added. He pulled away enough for his eyes to wander over Reid’s chest. “I’ve never seen a schoolboy with a body like this.” He traced his fingers down Reid’s chest, pausing at each of his nipples to kiss them lightly. He moved his lips lower, touching every inch of skin as he went, until he reached the beginning of the trail of baby-fine hairs that disappeared into the younger man’s waistline. Hotch traced them with his finger for a moment and then blow gently on them. Reid gasped.
A smile curled onto Morgan’s lips. “As for awkward,” he said, “I also disagree. You’re endearing. No one knows what they’re doing all the time, Pretty Boy. You’re too hard on yourself.”
“But-I am-inexperienced,” Reid managed to say. He had already figured out they were following the list in order.
“We never said they were all false,” Hotch said. “But none of them are bad.”
“Everyone was inexperienced once,” Morgan said. He was slowly moving his hands around Reid’s body to his chest, rubbing his palms over his nipples. “Even me, genius,” he teased. Reid had to grin at that.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Well, believe it,” Morgan said. “But inexperienced does not mean undesirable.” He took in a shuddering breath. “God, I want you so bad…I want to teach you everything, see the wonder in your eyes.”
“We get to live everything over again through you,” Hotch said. “Hear the way you gasp the first time you’re touched…” He slid his fingers down Reid’s pants and pressed his face against the growing bulge.
Reid did gasp, and bucked his hips just slightly. Hotch cupped one hand around him from beneath while rubbing him gently with the other. “See the way you squirm the first time someone sucks you,” he breathed, lips brushing Reid through his clothing.
“I want to see you toss your head the first time you’re fucked,” Morgan murmured from behind him, grinding slowly against Reid’s body. “Hear you cry when you come in our hands…”
Reid whimpered softly and Hotch took that as his cue to start undoing his pants. Reid’s hands dropped down onto Hotch’s head and he bit his lip, holding his breath.
When Hotch had Reid completely naked before him, he took a moment to lean back and inspect the younger man’s body. He was beautiful, everything a man should be. Hotch wrapped his fingers around Reid’s cock and started to rub. Then he leaned forward and pulled the tip into his mouth and began to suck.
Reid let out a strangled cry and collapsed back against Morgan, who held him easily.
“There, Pretty Boy,” Morgan murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth. “God you’re so beautiful.” He looked down at the sight of his lover sucking Reid’s cock. Morgan could practically feel that warm mouth and he choked back a groan, pulling himself back to the list. “Reid, what’s the most sensitive area of a cock?”
“It-it varies from man to man,” Reid managed to say. “But for most-it’s the head-ah!”
At Reid’s words, Hotch had changed his sucking technique to focus solely on Reid’s head, circling it with his tongue and rubbing his thumb against the tip. “Like this?” he murmured.
“You wouldn’t know that if you were a geek,” Morgan teased gently.
Hotch hummed softly, pressing his tongue to the underside of Reid’s erection and flicking it quickly. He released the younger man from his mouth and licked his entire length up and down. Morgan continued to rub Reid’s chest, savoring every hitch of his breath, every jump he made as Hotch tried something new. He pressed his nose into Reid’s hair and inhaled deeply. “Beautiful, beautiful boy,” he murmured. “You don’t even know how gorgeous you are.”
“Insecure,” Reid breathed. That was the next item. He could obviously see where this was going.
“We can fix that,” Morgan said. “We’ll love you until you know how amazing you are.” He bit Reid’s earlobe and tugged. “Can you feel how hard you’ve made me?” he asked.
Reid could. He nodded.
“That’s all you, handsome,” Morgan said. “Not Hotch, not anyone else, just you. Right now, you’re all I want. We both want. Look.”
Reid looked down and Hotch let go of him and leaned back far enough for Reid to see his lap. Hotch had unzipped his pants and was rubbing himself slowly. Hotch met his eyes. “You,” he said.
“You never see it,” Morgan said, as Hotch returned to sucking him. Reid made a soft sound and his head fell back. Morgan traced his jaw. “So many people look at you,” Morgan said. “Every case we go on, eyes follow you down the street. Women, men, everyone. Aaron and I would be crazy not to want you. And we can teach you what to do.”
Hotch lifted his head up. He rubbed Reid languidly. “None of this is hard,” he said, then paused to smirk. “Well, the good parts are. But the doing, it’s easy. Even the most unconfident beginner knows how to rub and lick. Once you see what you can do to us, you’ll be anything but unconfident. You can have Derek moaning beneath you in seconds if you want.”
“Or Aaron gasping on top of you,” Morgan whispered. “With fingers like yours…”
Hotch stood up and let his pants slide off as he did. He pressed his body against Reid’s and hugged him tightly. Their erections pressed together and rubbed back and forth as Hotch slowly rocked his hips.
Reid felt Morgan step back and he heard the short slide of a zipper followed by the rustling of fabric. He felt Morgan press back up behind him, only this time, he was completely naked and his cock pressed up snugly against Reid’s ass. He rubbed slowly, letting his hands drift down to Reid’s hips. He pressed his mouth to Reid’s neck and sucked gently at the skin. Hotch mirrored Morgan’s actions and together they licked, kissed, and nipped their way up the young doctor’s pale skin, up to his jaw, his cheeks, his ears. They moved slowly the whole time, sliding their bodies together sweetly. When they were at eye level with each other, they exchanged a look, and then Hotch touched his fingers lightly under Reid’s chin and lifted his face.
Reid felt his breath stolen by the intensity in Hotch’s eyes. He reached up and touched Hotch’s face with a trembling hand, and then Hotch leaned in and captured his lips in a fiery kiss.
Reid returned it, hot and eager, but it was only a few moments before Hotch released him and Reid felt his head turned and this time, it was Morgan’s mouth pressing against his own. Hotch was passion and fire, Morgan was smooth and deep. They traded kisses back and forth until they were all slick with sweat and panting.
Finally Hotch and Morgan both leaned back to gaze at their young companion. Reid was breathing shallowly and his eyes had fluttered shut long ago. His lips were bruised and parted slightly and a flush had risen to his cheeks. He was trembling. Morgan reached up and stroked his hair. “There, pretty boy,” he murmured. “There’s nothing wrong with you at all.” He took a deep, steadying breath, then leaned in very closely so Reid could feel the breath from his low whisper: “I want to fuck you.”
Reid’s breath caught and his eyes shot open. He looked into Hotch’s eyes, steadying, assuring, strong, then turned his face up towards Morgan. Hotch and Morgan held their breath as they waited for his answer. Finally, Reid licked his lips and managed, “Please, yes.”
Morgan’s warmth disappeared from behind him and Reid shivered as he realized just how much the dark man had been surrounding his body. He took a deep breath and pressed his head into the crook of Hotch’s neck.
The next thing he felt was one of Morgan’s hands on his neck, rubbing and soothing. “Relax,” Morgan murmured. “Aaron will hold you.”
Reid wrapped his arms tightly around Hotch’s chest just as one of Morgan’s fingers, cold with lube, touched his ass and pressed gently. Morgan took his time rubbing in small circles, getting Reid used to the feeling, before pressing in. Reid jumped and held Hotch tighter. Hotch held him back, snug against his body.
Morgan knelt down and kissed Reid’s spine as he moved his hand in and out. He pressed another finger in and Reid jumped again.
“Okay, Pretty Boy?” Morgan asked.
“Yes,” Reid breathed. Hotch was kissing him, distracting him, and Reid barely noticed the pain from Morgan’s fingers. Then Morgan twisted his hand just slightly and Reid started in surprise. He felt Hotch’s deep chuckle, then the older man’s lips on his mouth.
“He’s good at this,” Hotch murmured against him. “Relax.”
Reid took a deep breath and tried to, but it was hard when every turn and thrust from Morgan’s hands was making him jump in pleasure.
“Does it hurt?” Hotch asked, stroking the side of his face.
Reid shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “God-Derek-”
Hotch smiled. “I think he wants you, babe,” he said.
Morgan pulled his hand out and pressed a single kiss to Reid’s backside before standing up. Reid felt Morgan’s erection brushing against him and he took a breath, telling himself to relax. He released the breath slowly and felt Hotch’s hand sliding down his side to his hip and then his thigh. Hotch wrapped his hand around Reid’s leg and gently pulled up. Reid let his leg side up Hotch’s body and rest on the other man’s waist, effectively spreading himself open for Morgan.
“Here we go,” Morgan murmured and Reid stilled. Hotch pet his face soothingly as Morgan pushed in, slowly. Reid couldn’t keep the groan from rising in the back of his throat. He couldn’t have imagined ever feeling this stretched, this full. He held his breath.
“Breathe,” Hotch whispered, immediately noticing. “You need to breathe.”
Reid nodded jerkily and let his breath out and then gulped down another one. The next moments seemed an eternity, until finally he heard Morgan moan softly.
“You’re so tight, Spence,” he breathed. “I’m in. Are you okay?”
Reid nodded. “Go,” he said.
Morgan pulled out very slowly, and then shoved back in, pushing Reid’s smaller body up into Hotch. They gasped together and Hotch smiled, reaching over Reid’s shoulder to grab Morgan’s neck and pull him in for a deep kiss as he broke in their new lover.
Hotch dropped his hand from Morgan’s neck and reached down between himself and Reid and gripped their erections together and moved his fist up and down in the same rhythm of Morgan’s thrusts. Reid’s head fell back onto Morgan’s shoulder and he panted and moaned.
“I believe,” Morgan gasped, gripping Reid’s hips so he could thrust into him, “That you called yourself young in that misleading little list. And I agree, you are young.” He paused to gasp for air for a moment before continuing, “But, Supervisory Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid, being young is a gift. It gives you energy and stamina, which you’re going to need if you stay with us.” He groaned. “I’m going to fuck you so much…”
Reid whimpered and strained against Hotch’s hand, overwhelmed. The two older men supported him easily as he gasped and moaned. “Let go,” Hotch murmured. Reid’s back arched and he cried out as he bucked, his nails sinking into Hotch’s back.
“Ah, yes, beautiful boy,” Morgan groaned. He reached up and gripped Reid’s hair and pulled. Reid whimpered Morgan’s name.
The three of them rocked and gasped in the darkening room. Morgan lasted longer than he’d thought he would, and Hotch was perfectly content to focus only on Reid so he could watch the beauty of his two lovers in front of him. But he could sense when Morgan was close and he pressed back into Reid, wrapping his hand around both of them and squeezing them together. Morgan’s thrusts became hard, desperate, and the pitch of Reid’s voice changed.
Hotch was watching Reid’s face when he came. The younger man froze for an instant and then bucked, letting out a choked wail, pushing into Hotch’s hand. It was too much for Hotch, who seized and leaned in and bit Reid’s neck as he came, spilling down between their pressed bodies. And from the sound of it, his dark-skinned lover was only seconds away.
Reid felt it when Morgan came. His grip became unyielding and he buried himself completely and gasped harshly, panting out Reid’s name, endless endearments falling from his lips.
They sunk down onto the floor together, Reid shuddering as Morgan pulled out. He felt himself enveloped by the two older men and they lay there, limbs entangled, until they could all open their eyes again.
“You’re so beautiful,” Morgan murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Reid’s head. Reid nuzzled his face against Hotch’s neck, and Hotch reached over to press his palm against Morgan’s cheek.
“You never…got to the last word,” Reid said.
Hotch and Morgan looked at each other. This was the most important one. “You called me a leader and Morgan independent,” Hotch said. “And yourself a follower. These are all true.”
“But they aren’t bad, baby boy,” Morgan said. “The world wouldn’t have leaders if there were no followers.”
“But more than that,” Hotch said, “We need you exactly because you’re a follower. I love Morgan and he loves me, but just the two of us…we would break.”
“We need you,” Morgan said.
“You complete us,” Hotch finished.
Reid had to stop and let that sink in for a moment. “I…” he finally said, then trailed off. He couldn’t think of the right words.
“You don’t need to talk,” Hotch said, and kissed him softly.
“I know,” Reid said. “But…that’s how I, I handle things. I talk.”
“Do you want to be with us?” Morgan asked. When Reid didn’t answer immediately, Morgan hugged him tightly. “Please…”
“Yes,” Reid whispered.
Morgan and Hotch both let out sighs of relief. “Thank you,” they whispered back in unison.
Reid smiled slightly, for the first time allowing himself to really realize the gift he had been given. “No,” he said, “Thank you. Both of you.”