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Growing Up Again	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 21443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Re-Birth
- 2-Age 1
- 3-Age 2
- 4-Age 3
- 5-Age 4
- 6-Age 5 & 6
- 7-Age 7
- 8-Age 8
- 9-Age 9
- 10-Age 10
- 11-Age 11
- 12-Age 12
- 13-Age 13
- 14-Age 14
- 15-Age 15
- 16-Age 16
- 17-Age 17
- 18-Age 18
- 19-Age 19
- 20-Age 20
- 21-Age 21
- 22-Age 22
- 23-Age 23
- 24-Age 24
- 25-All Grown Up
- 14
- 15
- 16
Fifteen Years Old

The kiss was what woke him… soft, sweet lips against his own… a shy tongue flicking… a soft, wanton sigh… then a body pressed up against him… two legs straddling his thigh, and then a firmness pressed into his hip... Hotch smiled slightly, and blinked his eyes open.

“… AAAH!!! NO NO NO!!!” He howled, jerking away and staring in horror.

“AH!” Reid yelped, jumping. “Jeeze, Aaron! Warn a guy!” The boy (BOY!!! FIFTEEN YEAR OLD BOY!!!) cried, clutching his chest over his heart.

“You did NOT just do that!” Hotch all but shouted. Reid blinked.

“What?” He whined.

“You are fifteen!”

“I’m twenty five!”

“FIFTEEN!” Hotch roared, looking horrified. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, then stood from the bed, staring at the boy (BOY!!! FIFTEEN YEAR OLD BOY, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!!! GAAH!). Reid blinked back at him and… oh God… now he was pouting… those large eyes, the full lip, the soft cheeks…

“Stop that.” Hotch snapped.

“But Aaron…” Reid purred, sitting back on his heels with his knees splayed out… the shirt that he had gone to bed in (where the HELL were his pants?!) was riding up, showing the man his soft, creamy thighs, and… oh dear God… he could see the beginnings of an erection under the shirt that was just BARELY hiding Reid’s manhood (BOYhood!!! FIFTEEN YEAR OLD BOY!!! WHY ME!?).

“Jesus, Spencer, you’ve made me feel like a pedophile!!!” Hotch cried in dismay, and practically did a squirmy dance on spot, trying to brush away the invisible nasties that covered him. “I am taking a shower. YOU are going to get dressed… COMPLETELY dressed… and NOT try anything like that again!!!”

“But Aaron…” Reid purred, crawling across the bed towards him. “We’re lovers… and I’m feeling… needy.”

“… FIFTEEN!!!” Hotch howled, and retreated into the bathroom, locking the door.

“I’m twenty five!” Reid shouted after him. “And it wouldn’t be pedophilia, it would be ephebophilia!”

“I don’t care WHAT it is, it is NOT HAPPENING!!! Now get dressed!”

Reid huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of his face, scowling. He wasn’t USED to his lover turning him down… He would just have to try harder…

He lay back on the bed with a languid stretch, his shirt riding up enough to expose his genitals to the cool air of the room, which made him shiver and wriggle with delight, and then he reached down and fondled himself with a soft moan. He pouted slightly and wished that he had grown down THERE overnight as much as the rest of his body had, but if he remembered his own development ten years or so ago, that would come over the next few days.

Reid knew that he had been a late bloomer…

Generally, between twelve and thirteen, the testicles grow and pubic hair begins to appear too. The penis begins to grow as well, while becoming more sensitive and a boy begins to get erections and starts masturbating. At around fourteen, the limbs begin to grow longer and at fifteen the torso develops. And with it, would come breast development, with the nipples becoming larger and sensitive. The rest of the torso would catch up with the breast development quickly to take on a more masculine appearance. Body hair begins to grow.

At fifeen through seventeen, the voice begins to change and the scrotum and penis are almost done growing, with the head of the penis developed.

Reid sighed as he thought this over. His genitals began to show the first signs of puberty yesterday, probably why he was so cranky, with all those hormones running rampant through him… And today… well, (he smiled slightly as he massaged himself between his legs) today was obviously when he began to feel sexual arousal. He knew that his genitalia would achieve most of their full development by the time he was nineteen, though as he recalled his penis grew an inch or so, while the rest of him gained another couple of inches, between twenty and twenty one. And then between twenty three and twenty four, he gained one more inch in height. He knew it was possible that he might gain as much as one more inch in his full height… it was later than other guys, but not unheard of. Some boys really did grow until they were in their mid twenties. And he was one of them.

But the point was, he was going through puberty now, starting yesterday, and would be going through it for the next four days or so. And he was REALLY hoping that he would start to appeal to his lover AS a lover again…

His thoughts came to an end as he heard Hotch fumbling with the door latch of the bathroom. He moved to sit on the very edge of the bed, propping one foot on the bed and letting the other leg hang off, effectively spreading his thighs in an obscene manner. He leaned back on his hands and shook his head, letting his longish hair falling around his head and shoulders and obscure one of his eyes. He noted briefly that his hair was beginning to lighten in color from its dark chocolate brown, beginning the transformation to the golden-brown chestnut coloring. He knew his eyes were doing the same, changing from chocolate brown to honey colored.

The door to the bathroom opened and Hotch stepped out in jeans and a polo shirt. And then his eyes fell on Spencer. Hotch froze. His eyes nearly popped out of his head and his jaw dropped. Reid gave him a little smile, biting his lower lip.

“… W-Whah?” Was all Hotch managed to get out, his face turning red.

“I want you, Aaron…” Reid purred, his chest rising and falling as his breathing deepened. “Touch me…”

Hotch stepped back and closed the door, disappearing into the bathroom again without a word. Reid blinked, and then let out a whine.

“AARONNNNNUH!!!” He heard the sink running and he flopped back onto the bed with a frustrated groan, stroking himself consolingly. The sink stopped after a good while, and the door to the bathroom opened again. Reid sat up hopefully, smiling at Hotch. But then his eyes saw what was in the man’s hands, and they widened.

“What is—“ was all he got out before Hotch heaved the bucket and doused Reid with cold water. The teenage boy let out a shriek, thrashing and tumbling off of the bed before scrambling to his feet.

“WHAT THE HELL, HOTCH?!” He shouted, dripping wet and shivering.

“What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?!” Hotch snapped back, holding up his hand in front of himself like a censor bar, to prevent himself from seeing Reid’s private parts.

“What did it LOOK like I was doing?!”

“Trying to get me arrested for inappropriate relations with a MINOR!!!”

“I’m twenty five!”

“YOU’RE FIFTEEN!!!”

Reid glared. But Hotch overpowered him with a glare of his own. As soon as Reid lowered his eyes and started fidgeting, Hotch ordered “Dress. NOW.”

Reid scowled and looked up, opening his mouth to protest, but as soon as he did, Hotch launched the rest of the bucket’s contents over him. Reid shrieked and bolted, running from the room and thundering down the stairs and into Jack’s room, where all the clothes for him had been set up.

Hotch sighed and dropped the bucket, rubbing his face with a groan. Then he turned and headed into the bathroom, gathering up some towels to clean up all the water before it ruined the hardwood floors of the bedroom, and to soak up the water on the bed. As he cleaned up the water, he also made a phone call.

“Mornin, Aaron.” Rossi greeted.

“Dave. I can’t stay here alone with Spencer.”

“… Everything okay?” Rossi asked, frowning at the tone in his friend’s voice.

“He’s fifteen.”

“Yeah? Surely you can handle a—“

“Dave, he’s developed a sex drive and he’s trying to get me to into bed with him.”

“… Oh.” Rossi said after a pregnant pause, and then after a second one he said, “… Really? Reid?”

“Dave, I walked out of the bathroom and he was in my bed buck naked.”

“Damn. What did you do?!”

“I threw a bucket of cold water over him and sent him to get dressed!!!” Hotch cried. “But He’s not going to give up! I know that look in his eye!!!”

“… Wow.” Rossi stated, and then chuckled.

“Dave, this isn’t funny!” Hotch cried, sounding slightly panicked. Rossi frowned.

“Are you okay?”

“…”

“What is it?”

“Dave… when I saw him… sitting there like that… I…” Hotch trialed of, but Rossi remained silent, waiting patiently. Hotch’s next words came out as a whisper. “… I wanted him.”

Rossi closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair with a sigh, rubbing his hand over his beard.

“Part of me wants it, and the other half is just… so beyond disgusted! He’s a fifteen year old boy, Rossi!”

“He’s Spencer, Aaron. You and he are a couple. Of course you want him. He’s a hot young thing and he wants you. That would appeal to your alpha male, knowing that despite the age difference, he wants you. But you’re disgusted that you want him too. And that tells me that you’re fine. You know that. You want him because he’s Spencer, but you’re horrified because you know that at this age, it’s wrong. It’s your primitive instinct at war with your morals.”

Hotch let out a deep sigh.

“Listen…” Rossi said with a slight smile. “Why don’t you come up to the office today? There’s a lot of paperwork piled up on your desk. Bring Reid with you. We can keep him occupied and give you a break so you don’t have to fight him off all day.”

“… Alright.”

“Aaron.”

“Yes?”

“I know it’s pointless saying this, because you’re you, but… You’re not a sexual predator. You’re a normal human male. But you’re a good man, because you’re not going to give in to this. And that’s something to respect.”

“Thanks, Dave.”

“Alright. See you in a bit.”

And they hung up. Hotch sighed and shook his head, then went to change into slacks, a tie and button up, but decided to forego the overcoat. Then he headed downstairs.

“Spencer?” He called.

“What.” Reid snapped from in Jack’s room, plainly still annoyed.

“Come on, we need to go in to the BAU for a bit today. Apparently my paperwork is really starting to pile up.”

“… Alright.” Reid said, and walked out of the bedroom. Hotch froze, staring. Reid blinked, looked down at himself, then looked up with a pleased smile. “Do I… look okay?” He asked, coquettishly.

“Uh… Yeah. Sorry.” Hotch said, looking away. “Not used to seeing you dressed like that.” And he hurried into the kitchen. His cheeks were colored a slight pink. Reid’s eyes widened and his smile widened in delight. He ran back into the Jack’s room and looked over himself in the mirror again, heart swelling. Aaron thought he looked hot! He could tell! He looked over himself happily, admiring the way the jeans and black t shirt hugged his slender figure and accentuated his long, slender legs and thin torso. He ran his hands down his abdomen, admiring his own flat belly, slid them around his hips and then twisted to inspect his rear end, running his hands down his buttocks, too.

Hm… a little thin… But not bad. He looked himself in the eyes and grinned, then tousled his hair with his fingers a bit. His hair was starting to get a bit of a curl in the ends. He put on his glasses and cocked his head. They were the glasses he had worn at fifteen, and back then, they were a fashion nightmare. And yet now, today, they were stylish! Still grinning widely, Reid left the bathroom. He felt almost giddy! Back when he was fifteen, he had never known his own potential to be physically attractive. But now he was! He knew it! Aaron’s stare and flush had confirmed it!

“If you got it, flaunt it!” He said to himself, thinking of how he had heard the girls say it before. And he sure as hell had it, so this time around, dammit, he was going to flaunt it!!! As silly and as immature (and wrong) as it was, he wanted to turn heads and make full grown adults feel like sickos for recognizing the sexual attraction of a teenage boy. He had never felt this BOLD… and he liked it!

“Ready?” Hotch asked, coming out of the kitchen with two coffees. Reid smiled and accepted the one Hotch handed to him.

“Thanks. Yeah.” He said. Hotch stared at him. Reid blinked slowly, sensually, and then asked “what?”

“… You put on several inches.” Hotch observed. Reid, who had only reached his chest yesterday, was now level with his shoulder.

“I had my final growth spurt between twenty and twenty one.” Reid announced, following Hotch out to the car and sliding into the passenger seat.

“I was starting to wonder. I guess I expected you to look like this yesterday.”

“I was a late bloomer. But I started puberty yesterday.” Reid said, then chuckled to himself. “God, that sounds so ridiculous.” Hotch grinned at that, and Reid turned on the radio. About halfway to the BAU, Hotch felt fingers slide over his thigh.

“Stop that.” He ordered, slapping the back of Reid’s hand sharply.

“Ow.”

“Hands to yourself, Spencer.” Hotch said sternly. Reid huffed and pouted, slouching down in his seat. When they arrived at the BAU, Reid followed Hotch into the building, secretly basking in the satisfaction he was feeling as he noticed people turning to stare. The first reaction was “What’s that kid doing here?” and the seconds reaction was to… well, eye his body. In the elevator he stood innocent against the wall, leaning back and resting his hands on the railing while crossing one ankle over the other, subtly striking a pose that he knew would show off his body. Hotch made a double-take, then just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, especially when he realized that the other agents in the elevator were trying not to stare at Reid… and he somehow just KNEW that the boy was doing this on purpose.

When the elevator was empty, Hotch turned and glared at Reid, hissing “Your body language is just SCREAMING that you’re looking to be a victim of sexual assault!!!”

“Oh, it is not.” Reid snorted, tossing his hair. “Calm down.” Hotch bit his tongue as the elevator doors opened onto the BAU, and the pair stepped out. They headed over to the bullpen and stepped through the glass doors.

“… Oh my God.” Prentiss blurted. “REID?!” Morgan looked up from his desk and his jaw dropped. Then, he grinned.

“Oh my God.” He announced, looking stunned and delighted. “Look at YOU!”

“Hi.” Reid grinned.

“Damn… talk about Pretty Boy!”

“You comin’ on to me?” Reid asked, mischief in his eyes. Morgan froze, eyes wide, and then they darkened and he turned away. Reid blinked, and then his stomach dropped. “Oh… Oh, God. Morgan, I… I’m sorry.” His cocky body language immediately shifted, and he became the Reid they all were familiar with. He moved over to Morgan, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Morgan… I… I didn’t mean it. I know that you wouldn’t… I’m sorry.”

Morgan slowly looked up at him, and after a moment, he sighed. “I know you didn’t kid. I’m sorry.” Reid looked pained, and curled his arms around himself, suddenly ashamed of how he had presented himself. “Don’t do that, Reid.” Morgan said, shaking his head. “You look good. You do. But half of that was the confidence you were showing when you walked through those doors. I’m sorry if I hurt that.”

“… I… I didn’t think, I—“

“Oh my gosh.” Came a gasp, and Reid and Morgan looked up. “Is that my Butter Cream?” Reid blinked, and then gave a little smile.

“Hi, Garcia.”

“Oh, Reid, you look ADORABLE!!!” And she ran over and hugged him. Reid grinned, hugging her back.

“Thank you.”

“Oh, I just KNEW those would look hot on you!” Reid winced and glanced at Morgan, but the man was grinning, and he nodded at Reid.

“They do.” He confirmed, and Reid brightened up a bit.

“Really?” He asked.

“Really.” Morgan said. “You walk your young self down to the local High School and the girls will be all over you.” Reid grinned at that. Then Garcia spun him around, announcing “And lookit that cute BUTT!!!” Reid’s eyes widened and he turned bright red. Morgan and Prentiss burst out laughing at the look on his face.

“Uh… Garcia?” JJ asked, pausing as she walked into the room. Reid looked at her. “Oh! SPENCE?!” She blurted, then laughed. “I thought Garcia was commenting on the hind end of some random teenage boy!” Reid grinned. “Look at you! You look fantastic!”

“… I’m hot!” Reid blurted, eyes wide in wonder at this. “I never knew I was hot at this age!!!”

“I didn’t need to hear that…” Rossi groaned as he walked out of his office, and the team broke into laughter again. “Spencer… can I talk to you?” Reid blinked.

“Uh… sure.” Reid said, and walked up the stairs and stepped into Rossi’s office. The man closed the door behind them, and at a gesture from him, Reid sat down, blinking at the man.

“Look Reid… I know this is… exciting for you. And I know that you’re maturing very quickly, and you’re at the age where your libido is in overdrive.” Reid blinked, wondering why in God’s name he was talking about his sex drive with David Rossi. “But… please keep in mind that when people see you, they see a fifteen year old boy. And this includes Aaron.” Reid bit his lower lip, now getting an inkling of where this was headed. “He loves you. But when he looks at you, he doesn’t see his twenty-something aged partner… he is seeing a FIFTEEN year old BOY. And he is not comfortable with you making sexual advances towards him.”

“… But…” Reid weakly squeaked in protest, but no words followed.

“It makes him feel like he’s one of the predators we hunt.” Rossi stated, bluntly. Reid winced and looked away.

“Is this why we came here? So you could talk to me?”

“No. You came here because he was afraid that if he were alone with you all day, you would keep trying to get him to engage in sexual activities with you, and I think that he’s afraid that he might give in. He’s here, because here, he’s safe from that possibility, and that possibility, quite frankly, disturbs him.” Rossi said simply. He watched Reid shrink before his eyes. “And you need to think… when you’re back to normal, when you’re intimate with him, how do you think you’ll feel about the knowledge that the man making love to you made love to a fifteen year old?” Reid squirmed, obviously uncomfortable. “Even if that fifteen year old was you…? And what about what he’ll think of HIMSELF? He told me that when he came out of the bathroom and saw you… He wanted you.” Reid looked up, eyes wide. Dear God, had Aaron told Rossi that Reid had been naked, legs wantonly spread open with erection on full display?! Wait… did he say that Aaron had… wanted him? “He saw you and he felt desire… for a fifteen year old. And that scared the hell out of him. Do you understand, Spencer?”

“… Yes.” Reid whispered in a small voice, bowing his head in shame.

“You’re a hot young thing, and you know it.” Rossi said, and Reid looked at the man, startled. “Enjoy it!” Rossi said with a smile, but then pointed a finger at him. “But be responsible with this temporary thing. Remember that in ten days, you’ll be twenty five again. Don’t do something you’ll regret. Either one of you.” Reid nodded, and Rossi nodded back. “Alright. You are excused. Behave yourself.”

“Yessir.” Reid mumbled, and skittered out of the office. Rossi shook his head and chuckled, and got back to work. Reid headed down into the bullpen and sank into his chair, hugging his legs to his chest and resting his chin on his knees, frowning slightly as he thought. Morgan and Prentiss looked at him, then glanced at each other. Reid was chewing his lip, and then, suddenly, he stood and marched out of the bullpen, purpose in his step.

“… Now where is HE going?” Morgan asked no one in particular.

“I dunno, but whatever it is, he means business.” Emily observed.

Reid strode down the hall, taking long strides with his long coltish legs, making several people stop and stare as he passed. But this time, he didn’t notice. He reached his destination quickly, and knocked.

“… Come in.” Reid did so. Erin Strauss looked up. Sam Cooper was standing before her desk, looking annoyed. Reid guessed that he had just received a good tongue lashing. But when he saw Reid, he blinked in confusion. So did Strauss. Then, in unison, their eyes widened in surprised realization.

“… Dr. Reid.” She half-stated and half-questioned, as if to make sure she had identified him correctly.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” Reid stated. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s alright. I was just leaving.” Cooper said, and Reid smiled and stepped aside to allow the man to leave the room.

“Come in.” Strauss said, and Reid closed the door and did so. At her gesture, Reid seated himself in front of her desk, and she took her seat behind it. “What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to discuss the possibility of my returning to work.” Reid said calmly, getting straight to the point. She blinked and leaned back, not expecting this.

“I see.” She said with a nod. “And… how old are you now?”

“… Fifteen today, Ma’am.” Reid said. She nodded and sighed, removing her reading glasses.

“Dr. Reid… I understand that you have all of your memories—“

“I do.”

“—and I understand that you want to get back to work again, but… I don’t think that I could allow that.” Strauss said, folding her hands on her desk. “Regardless of your memories… Your physical state… I don’t think it would be responsible. I don’t want to get into anything personal, but… I am assuming that you’re going through puberty right now?”

“… Yes.” Reid nodded.

“I just… There are SO many things… And legally, this is such a…”

“Anomaly?” Reid offered.

“Yes. Twenty five, fifteen, there’s just… too much liability and legal issues, and with the hormonal changes you’re going through over a few days instead of years… I don’t think that it’s a… reasonable option. I’m sorry.” Reid sighed, and nodded.

“I understand, ma’am.” He said, and she offered him a sympathetic smile. “But I had to try. Perhaps we can… revisit this issue in three days?”

“… Three days. When you’re eighteen?” She asked, and Reid nodded. “Perhaps. You, Agent Hotchner and I can certainly discuss the possibilities. On that note, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” Strauss said suddenly, and Reid blinked. “How has it been going with Agent Hotchner? Has he been… sufficient in his duties of… seeing to your… proper care?” She asked hesitantly, as if unsure of how to word her question.

Reid stared at her for a long time, and then bowed his head slightly. She waited a moment, then frowned when he sniffled. “Agent Reid?” She asked. Reid looked up. His eyes were watery and red.

“I can’t tell you how much I wish that my father had been… HALF of what Hotch has been for me over these past two weeks.” Reid said, his voice thick with emotion. Struass looked stunned. “Agent Hotchner has been beyond exceptional, ma’am. He’s the kind of father that every child deserves, but so few get. I can never thank him enough for all he has done for me.”

After a moment, Strauss nodded. “I’m glad to hear that.” She said. “I… know a little bit of your history from your file. And I know that you were… neglected.” Reid frowned. “I know your mother didn’t purposely neglect you.”

“She loves me.” Reid said firmly.

“Of course she does.” Strauss said firmly. “She’s your MOTHER.”

“… I miss her.”

“She’s your mother.” Strauss said again, smiling. Then her smile faded. “I know it’s… none of my business… and you don’t have to answer, but… why did your father leave?” Reid looked at her for a moment, then sighed and shook his head.

“To this day, I… really couldn’t tell you. He gave me his reasons but… He…”

“They weren’t satisfactory?”

“Yes. Not like he was winning father of the year awards when he WAS there.” Reid suddenly blurted, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. Strauss could feel the bitterness coming off of the teenage boy in waves. Reid abruptly stood and began to pace. “He could never accept me. Accept who I was. I wasn’t like the other kids! He just wanted me to be NORMAL. But I WASN’T!!!” Reid whirled, staring at Strauss. “How many five year olds read Jack London, Mark Twain, Charles Dickens and Edgar Allen Poe?! How many five year olds sit on the playground reading ‘Treasure Island’ and ‘Robinson Crusoe’, or playing chess with adults, and WINNING?! How many six year olds were reading the full works of Tolkien and C.S. Lewis?!” Reid shook his head, letting out and incredulous laugh, turning to stare into the Section chief’s wide eyes.

“He didn’t CARE about all of that!” Reid shouted. “He was just mad that I didn’t want to play T Ball!” He shook his head again. “He coached my little league team, you know… And when I stopped playing… he kept coaching it. He spend more time with the neighborhood kids than with me… because he liked them better.”

“I’m that’s not—“

“It IS true.” Reid said, firmly. “He loved me. I know that. He’s my father. But he didn’t LIKE me. I wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted more kids, you know… hoping that at some point, he’d get a NORMAL one… But… Mom wouldn’t do it. Sometimes I think it was because… NOT because of her illness, but because she was angry that he wasn’t satisfied with the kid they already had. If they had another kid, and that one was normal… he probably would have…” Reid trailed off, then dropped into a chair. “He probably would have left anyway. He would have TAKEN the NORMAL kid with him, and left me behind with mom. I can see why he left us… He’s a lawyer… a successful one. How far would he have gotten with a crazy wife and a weird kid? But dammit, he didn’t even have the DECENCY to check up on us ever once and a while!!! He was RIGHT there, only a few miles away, and he never bothered to see if we were alright!!! I mean, mom was SICK!!! She couldn’t work to support us! The only damn thing he did was to keep paying the mortgage on the house!!! If he hadn’t done that, me and mom would have been on the streets… and then she would have been locked up and I would have been in Foster Care and…

“Being here, in the Bureau, with my team… It’s the first time I’ve felt like I was… GOOD enough.” Reid confessed. “How… How is it that one’s co-workers can love someone more than their own FATHER did?!”

“Oh, honey…” Reid and Strauss looked up, not having noticed the door opening. Garcia stood there, tears in her eyes.

“… How long have you been there?” Reid asked softly.

Garcia didn’t answer. She just hurried across the room, tossed some folder onto Strauss’ desk and enveloped Reid in her arms. Reid turned, burying himself in the embrace.

“Thank you, Miss Garcia.” Strauss said, picking up the folders and putting them in her desk before standing. “Come on… Let’s take you back to Agent Hotchner and have him take you home. He can come in and work on his files again tomorrow.”

Garcia nodded her agreement, saying “Come on, cupcake.” And she put and arm around Reid and guided him out of the room, Strauss beside them with a hand on Reid’s back. When they entered the bullpen, Emily made a double take, then leapt to her feet.

“Reid?!” She called, alarmed and concerned at his red rimmed eyes, puffy and still watering. Morgan looked up and he too stood, looking concerned.

“Hey kid? You alright?”

Reid sniffled and nodded, offering them a watery smile and a soft “Yeah, I’m okay…” Strauss strode up to Hotch’s office and poked her head in.

Meanwhile, Hotch and Rossi had been talking.

“I hope he wasn’t embarrassed.” Hotch said, when Rossi filled him in on the heart to heart the veteran profiler had had with Reid.

“A bit, but I think he understands and will withhold his… uhm… more inappropriate affections for now.” Rossi said, and Hotch sighed, sitting back in his chair and rubbing his face with his hands. “But… at the same time, I think you need to think about how he may handle rejection.” Hotch lowered his hands and looked at the man. “We all know he has very shaky confidence in his self worth. And keep in mind that he’s never found himself to be attractive until now… You don’t want to damage that…” Hotch frowned in thought, nodding at the wisdom in his old friend’s words. “If he pulls something again, let him down gently. I think it is crucial for him to know that you DO find him attractive and you DO love him, but you will not do him the… disservice of doing anything with him that is not age appropriate.”

Hotch nodded. “But Aaron?” He looked up at Rossi again. “If Reid asks you if you think he’s hot… tell him the truth!” Hotch blinked, and Rossi gave him a crooked grin, holding up his hands in a half-shrug, half-proclamation. “It will make him smile, and boost his confidence, and remind him that you really do love him.” Hotch blinked, again, then slowly smiled and nodded as he absorbed his friend’s advice.

“… For a man with three failed marriages, you do really well in giving advice about amorous teenage boys…” Hotch stated, suddenly. Rossi pointed a finger at him.

“Don’t make me shoot you, Hotch.”

“Agent Hotchner?” Both men looked up as Strauss poked her head into the room. “It think I would be best if you came in to catch up on work tomorrow. I think that Dr. Reid should go home.”

“Is everything okay?” Hotch asked with a concerned frown.

“I’m afraid that I… upset him…” Strauss said slowly, and Hotch stood.

“How?! What did you do?!”

“I’m honestly not sure. I asked him a simple question and he started talking and the next thing I know he was shouting about his father and got rather… distraught.” Hotch winced and pinched the bridge of his nose then nodded and walked out of his office, Rossi behind him.

“Spencer?” He called, anxious about how the boy looked as though he had been crying. Reid slipped past Emily and Morgan and ran to the man, throwing his arms around his neck. Hotch blinked, rocking back slightly at the impact, then curled his arms around the boy’s slender torso. “Spencer, what is it?” He asked, looking up at Strauss for an answer.

“He’s fine. But why don’t you take him home for the rest of the day.” She said. “If you need to catch up, you can come in again tomorrow.” Hotch just silently nodded.

“Come on, Spencer.” He said gently. “Let’s go home.” Reid shook his head.

“I’m okay.” He mumbled. “I… I’d like to stay a bit longer…”

“… Alright. I’m going to go finish this file, and then we’ll leave.”

“Okay.” Reid said, and Hotch paused, then headed back to his office.

“Here, kid.” Rossi said, and Reid turned. The man handed him his laptop. “Why don’t you look over the manuscript for my new book?”

“… Okay!” Reid gasped, brightening almost immediately. And for the next eleven minutes, he was silently absorbed at his desk. But then, he hit a key and froze. His eyes widned. He blinked and hit another key. He hit it again. Then again. And then again and again and again.

“No… Oh No… no no no no… Oh, God, no…”

“What’s wrong?” Emily asked, looking up at him. “Is it that bad?”

“… Worse…”

“Worse?” Morgan asked, grinning.

“Rossi’s gonna kill me!” Reid squeaked, looking petrified.

“why?” Morgan asked, getting up and walking over. He looked down at the screen. A blank document stared back, the cursor blinking at the top of the page.

“Reid?”

“Yeah?”

“… Where’s the manuscript?” Morgan asked.

“I dunno!”

“What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’?” Came the last voice Reid wanted to hear. Slowly, he turned and looked up at Rossi with wide eyes.

“… I… I…”

“Reid… What did you do?” Rossi asked, walking over.

“I… I… I dunno! I was reading and it was there and then it was gone and it won’t come back and—“

“Move!” Rossi snapped, shoving Reid aside and beginning to frantically tap away at the keys. “… WHAT DID YOU DO, REID?!?” He shouted, making Reid jump.

“I don’t KNOW!!!” Reid cried, his voice high and shrill. Everyone was watching now.

“It’s GONE!!!”

“I’m sorry!” Reid cried, tears filling his eyes. “I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what I did, I—“

“You just destroyed a three hundred page book I’d been working on for the last TWO YEARS!!!” Rossi roared, his face red and eyes blazing.

“Hey!” Morgan barked, stepping between Rossi and Reid and putting a firm hand on Rossi’s chest to stop him as the man moved to go around him. “Ease up, Rossi! He didn’t mean to do it. Calm down. After all… he’s just a kid.”

“Just a kid my—“

“What’s going on?!” Eveyrone stopped at the frightening demand. And slowly, Rossi turned and stared into the hard eyes glaring at him, blazing in a protective fury… “Why is my Butter Cream crying?”

“… Uhh… It’s nothing, Kitten, he just—“

“I deleted his novel, Garcia!” Reid cried. “I deleted it and I can’t fix it and Rossi’s been working on it for two years and—“

“That’s it?” Garcia asked, blinking at Reid and then glaring at Rossi. “You yelled at him and made him cry over THAT?!”

“It’s a three hundred page—“

“I don’t CARE!!! Instead of yelling at him for an honest mistake, you could have just told him it was okay, brought it to me and I could have done THIS!!!” And she leaned over the computer, hit a few keys and…

“YOU FOUND IT!!!” Reid cried in relief. Garcia straightened and pat him on the head, then turned on Rossi.

“But instead you yelled at him?!”

“… I…”

“OUT!!!” Garcia shouted, pointing up towards his office. “Go! Now!”

“… Are you seriously trying to send me to my room?” Rossi asked, giving her a look.

“NOW!!!” She shouted. “Or I’ll delete the novel for good!” Rossi’s eyes widened, he took the laptop and fled to the safety of his office. Garcia turned and hugged Reid, cooing softly to him. Reid closed his eyes for a moment, then looked up at Hotch standing in the door to his own office, having seen the whole thing.

“I… I think I’d like to go home now…” Reid whimpered. Hotch blinked, then nodded.

“Okay.” He said, and without another word he gathered his things, put an arm around Reid and guided him out of the bullpen. Reid turned and gave the team a little smile and a wave as they left, just as JJ walked in with a file and announcing a new case.

Halfway through the drive home, Reid suddenly spoke up. “I’m sorry.” Hotch blinked and glanced at him. “For this morning.” Hotch was silent for a moment, then sighed.

“I’m sorry about the bucket.” He said. Reid crossed his arms over his then chest and scowled.

“That was cold.”

“Sorry.” Hotch said, fighting a grin. “But it got you to stop.” Reid glared, making Hotch chuckle. Then, he reached over and caught Reid’s hand, lifting it to his lips and gently kissing the back of it. “I love you.” Reid blinked and smiled, flushing.

“I love you too.” He said, softly.

“What do you want for lunch?” Hotch asked.

“Anything is fine.” Reid said with a shrug. Hotch nodded. The rest of the drive was spent in a comfortable silence, and when they got home they had some sandwiches for lunch, and then Reid spent the rest of the day reading while Hotch worked the new case with the team over the webcam. As the sun set, Reid went to take a shower.

Hotch sighed and shut down the computer, stretching his arms. He stood and headed out to the living to see what Reid wanted for dinner. Reid wasn’t there, and a moment later Hotch picked up the sound of the shower from the guest bathroom. He headed into the guestroom and went over to the bathroom. The door was wide open and… Spencer was crying? Worried, Hotch stepped in, opening his mouth to ask the boy what was wrong… but his words failed him.

He stood there, stunned. Reid wasn’t crying… He was standing in the shower stall behind the glass door that was just beginning to fog up. His back was to Hotch and he was leaning forward slightly, one hand braced on the wall… The other was working steadily between his legs…

“Nnnmmm…” Reid groaned. “Uhhnnn… Ohhh… Oh God…” Hotch swallowed the thick lump in his throat as his eyes (WITHOUT his permission!!!) slid down over Reid’s back to caress his thighs and buttocks with his gaze… His mouth began to water and heat pooled in his loins as—

NO!!! NO NO NO NO NO!!!

Hotch turned and headed out of the room, but Reid’s voice followed him…

“Ahh… God… GOD!!! AARON!!!” Hotch froze, eyes wide, then hurried away, striding into the kitchen and snatching a casserole from the freezer, tossing it into the oven without even bothering to preheat. Then he fled up the stairs and into his own bathroom, turning on his shower and stripped out of his clothes. He stepped under and warm stream and closed his eyes.

Big mistake. Immediately, the scene he had witnessed in the shower downstairs was playing before his mind’s eye, and he could hear the echoes of the boy crying out his name as he—

NO!!! NO NO NO!!! BOY!!! BOY!!! FIFTEEN YEAR OLD BOY!!! AAAHG!!!

—painted the wall with his release, limbs trembling as he gently fingered his spent—

HOLY GOD, FIFTEEN YEAR OLD BOY!!! NO!!! THIS IS WRONG!!! SO WRONG!!!

Hotch let out a whimper of both disgust, desire and surrender as he looked down to take in the sight of his own awakening erection… His mind was then consumed by the image of Spencer flat on his back in their bed, legs spread wide as he pants in his arousal, begging his lover to overtake him and—

AAAAAAAHHHG!!! FIFTEEN YEAR OLD BOY, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!!! NO!!! NO NO NO!!! GOD!!!

Hotch shook his head, trying to shake the image out of his mind, and quickly replaced it with an image of his lover as he was two and a half weeks ago, fully grown and ready to receive his elder lover… He pictured the delectable movements of the young man’s body as he arched his back, moaning as he was penetrated. And Hotch groaned and began to stroke himself…

When Reid emerged from the shower, he plopped down on the sofa to play some video games. The oven timer went off. Hearing Hotch in the shower, Reid paused his game and shuffled into the kitchen, opening the oven. There was a stouffer’s casserole sitting on the middle rack. Reid reached in and deftly flicked off the plastic cover, then reset the timer for another 30 minutes before returning to his game. Hotch came down a few minutes later, and Reid said, “I took care of it. Only has another twenty minutes.”

“Oh. Okay. Thank you.” Hotch said with a nod, and went to toss up a quick salad. When the timer went off, Reid shuffled into the kitchen. The pair quietly sat down to eat.

“So…” Hotch said after a bit, and Reid looked up at him. “Want to tell me what got you so upset this afternoon?”

“… I dunno.” Reid shrugged. “I was just talking to Strauss, and somehow my dad came up and… I just got really mad and… I think I gave a bit more insight into my childhood than I had ever wanted to, but…”

“What did she ask you that led to all of that?” Hotch asked, still bristling at the idea that something Strauss had said had led to his young charge’s distress.

Reid frowned and thought, chewing slowly. When he swallowed, he said “She asked if you were caring for me properly.”

“And?”

“I told her that I wished that my father had been half of what you have been for me over these past two weeks.” Reid said. Hotch blinked, then sighed and gave Reid a sad smile. “And then I exploded about my dad…”

“I see.” Hotch said.

“… this hasn’t been the most eventful day… but I’m exhausted…” Reid admitted, picking at his food. Hotch smiled at him.

“You look exhausted. Why don’t you head to bed?”

“… I think I will.” Reid mumbled, picking up his plate and walking over to the counter, shoveling his casserole into a tupperware with the rest of the casserole from the container. Hotch stood and walked over to Reid, pulling him into his arms and hugging him. Reid sighed and relaxed against the man, resting his head on his shoulder.

“I love you, Spencer.”

“I know…” Reid mumbled, and smiled as Hotch kissed the top of his head and smoothed down damp curls.

“Sleep well.” And Reid smiled and nodded, then padded out of the room.

Hotch finished eating and cleaned the kitchen, then fed the cats and changed their litter box, then put some laundry into the washing machine. Then he stopped at the guest room and peered in. Reid was curled up in the bed, sleeping quietly. Hotch smiled and walked over to the bed, drawing the blankets up to Reid’s chin and tucking him in. Reid sighed and stretched out a bit, then fell still and quiet once more. Hotch just smiled, then slipped out of the room and headed to bed himself, glad that there was no fight as to where Spencer was sleeping this time…

And yet, as he lay in his own bed, he found himself missing his little mate curled into his side…

But he sighed and closed his eyes, allowing sleep to claim him.

It had been a relatively easy day, and he was grateful… little did he know, it was the calm before the storm…
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