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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 7676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

Hatochiisai

Lots of Hotch/Reid Fluff and Slash

Disclaimer: I don’t own Criminal Minds. I do not make any money off of writing this. But I can dream… *sigh*

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December 25^th

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Hotch blinked his eyes open, surprised. Huh… he had fallen asleep. Blinking, he lifted his head and looked at the clock. It was almost 5 am on Christmas Morning. He looked down. Reid was still sprawled out on the bed, his head in the man’s lap. His now dry hair was fanned out over Hotch’s pants and across the boy’s pale cheek. Hotch smiled, reaching down and gently brushing the wayward chestnut strands away, then stroking the skin of his agent’s face. He traced the soft pink lips, then ran his hand down Reid’s neck, feeling the soft flutter of the boy’s pulse under his fingertips.

He sighed and smiled, gently running his fingers back and forth over the sleeping youth’s prominent collar bones. After a few minutes of doing this, he moved the tender stroking of his fingers lower. He ran his hands over the skin of his lover’s chest, just barely grazing over his nipples. Reid’s brow furrowed slightly and he twitched, sighing.

Hotch ran his hand up and down Reid’s abdomen, tracing his navel with a finger, and then tracing the towel that was still wrapped around the boy’s hips. His other hand moved to gently run through Reid’s hair as he continued rubbing the soft flesh of his subordinate’s chest and belly, occasionally flicking his fingers over the sensitive nipples.

Eventually however, he moved his hand lower again… Reid mewed softly as a hand slid beneath the towel wrapped about his hips and began to lightly rub his trembling abdomen just above the base of his shaft.

“Aaron…” Reid gasped and opened his eyes, staring up at the man. Hotch smirked.

“Awake, are you?” He asked, and brushed the folds of the towel aside, wrapping cool fingers around Reid’s awakening arousal. Reid gasped and bucked his hips at the attention… the strokes began slow and smooth, but it gradually increased to a firm pumping as his length swelled and hardened.

“Ah… Ah!” Reid gasped, eyes fluttering as his hands gripped the sheets of the bed tightly. “Aaron!”

“Shhhh… don’t say anything…” Hotch whispered, lightly caressing Reid’s mouth with his own.

Reid sighed as the elder kissed and sucked at his lips. Hotch then probed the slit at the head of Reid’s erection with his thumb. Reid tried to cry out, but was met with a seeking tongue, pressing into his mouth. He moaned slightly and Hotch moved back a bit, then slid down Reid’s body.

“Ah! Hotch!” Reid squeaked as that hot tongue lavished his sensitive nipples with attention. He twisted about on the bed, moaning in appreciation at the sensations running through his body. He groaned as the man sucked and bit at the hardened nubs on his chest, sending tingling bolts of pleasure shooting through him.

“A-Aaron… God… I’m so close…” Reid moaned.

“Then let go.” Hotch murmured. “Come on, Spencer…” And he slid down and took the boy’s swollen manhood into his mouth. Reid cried out into the room, arching his back and thrashing slightly. He gasped and groaned loudly, mumbling unintelligible things and rolling his head from side to side while bucking his hips frequently. Hands on his thighs pressed them outwards, forcing him to spread his legs wide open. Reid shivered and moaned, especially when Hotch’s hands ran up his body and began to massage his chest. But the shivering didn’t stop. Hotch could feel it spread through Reid’s body as the boy gasped for breath, whimpering and whining with every strained exhale. The boy arched his back, the trembling muscles in his thighs and abdomen tightening. Hotch smiled. He had learned quickly to recognize the signs that Reid was about to fall into to his orgasm…

There would be erratic breathing coming in strained, uneven gasps, almost labored… these were accompanied by desperate strangled moans and cries. His entire body quivered and his eyelashes fluttered on his cheeks… Slowly, he would curl in on himself as his muscles tightened and contracted, especially in his abdomen and thighs. It was almost like pulling on a rubber band… you knew it was going to snap… the question was when. Hotch had learned that just before, Reid would struggle to fill his lungs and then hold his breath.

His toes would curl, his fingers would tightly grip whatever they could and his face would be contorted in a pained grimace. Sometimes there would be a soft, strangled whine, sometimes just another short gasp. But then the pressure would be too much and his body would explode into an orgasm. He would throw his head back with a cry, or with an all out scream, depending on how powerful his release was. He would arch his back up off of the bed, almost the point that it seemed it would snap. He would lift his hips, pressing into whatever stimulation was being given as he came in thick strands…

Hotch could see all of the signs playing out before him. He grinned. It didn’t take a profiler to read the young man and know he was teetering on the brink. Hotch slid down the agent’s erection, taking it as far as he could, then massaged what hung beneath in his palm. Reid gasped and twitched. Hotch gave him a firm squeeze and grated his teeth over the sensitive skin of the youth’s manhood. And the boy snapped. He threw his head back with a hoarse cry, thrusting up into the elder’s mouth as he found his release.

Hotch hummed his approval when he tasted his lover’s essence on his tongue. Slowly he lifted his head and slid up Reid’s trembling body, gently pressing a kiss to quivering lips. Reid moaned softly, turning into the kiss and closing his eyes. Hotch smiled and sat up, smoothing Reid’s sweat dampened hair away from his face. Reid sighed and rolled onto his side, cuddling up into the pillows and blankets with a soft coo.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hotch asked, smiling.

“… Going back to sleep.” Reid mumbled. Hotch blinked, surprised, then grinned.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” He chuckled, stripping his pajamas off. “I’m not finished with you.”

“It’s too early, Hotch. Go back to sleep.”

“… Too early!? My ass it is!”

“Shhh…” Reid hissed, pulling the blankets up over himself.

“I don’t THINK so!” Hotch cried, seizing the blankets and whipping them off of his subordinate.

“No no no no no!!!” Reid squeaked, wiggling away from Hotch’s seeking hands.

“Agent Reid, don’t MAKE me get the handcuffs!”

“… You brought handcuffs on VACATION?” Reid asked, raising his eyebrows.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Hotch said, smirking. Reid snorted and buried his face into the pillows again.

“Reid. I swear to God…” Hotch groaned, grabbing the boy’s ankles as he tried to get away, and jerked him back into the middle of the bed. Reid shrieked.

“NO! I’m going to sleep!”

“Like hell you are…” Hotch growled, trying to flip Reid onto his back. “Your ass is MINE.” Reid just giggled, blushing and hugging his pillow, curling up around it. Hotch grinned and shook his head. “Oh come on…” The man practically whined, prying Reid’s legs apart. “Let me in.” He breathed, and pressed two fingers into Reid’s body. Reid mewled into the pillow clutched about his head, then threw it aside with a gasp as he shoved his hips down.

“Ah ah!” Hotch scolded, pulling his fingers away. Reid whined loudly. Chuckling, Hotch snatched the bottle of lubrication from the bedside, liberally applied some and then pushed his fingers back into Reid, slipping them deeper into the boy’s warm recesses, then drew them out again. Reid gave a low moan. Hotch smiled slightly and wiggled his fingers a bit, trying to get the boy to loosen up. Instead, Reid gasped and clenched down. Hotch grinned as he felt the boy’s inner muscles quivering in anticipation. And now he was beginning to feel his own body shiver in longing as well. Encouraged by his own burning desire, he slipped a third finger in the body, bowing his head and nuzzling Reid when it slid in without any resistance.

The boy moaned, tossing his head back and clenching around Hotch’s fingers, pressing his thighs tightly together, trapping Hotch’s arm between his legs.

“Hey now…” Hotch chuckled, curling his fingers and teasing Reid’s prostate. The youth jerked and cried out, bucking his hips. Hotch grinned and withdrew his fingers almost completely before plunging them back into the velvety heat.

“AH!” Reid cried, his face contorted in pleasure. “Aaron, please!!! God!” The fingers left, then thrust in again. But Reid’s cry was one of frustration as Hotch slid his other hand down and gripped the base of Reid’s erection, preventing him from reaching his climax. “Ah!” Reid cried, writhing. “No! Dammit, Aaron!”

“Not yet…” Hotch hissed. “When you orgasm, I want to do more than see it… I want to feel it from the inside…” Reid moaned again. Hotch leaned over him and whispered into his ear. “Do you want it?” He hissed. “Do you want me?”

“Y-Yes…” Reid whimpered.

“How much?”

“All of you.” Reid panted, writhing beneath the man before grabbing the bottle of lube and squirting some into his hands. Hotch blinked when Reid kissed him, then gasped when he felt the young man’s hands massaging his erection, smearing the lube over every inch.

“I thought you wanted to go back to sleep.” Hotch teased.

“I do. AFTER.” Reid said, firmly. Hoch chuckled.

“Really now?” He asked. He then blinked as Reid’s hands fell to his hips and guided him to kneel between the boy’s legs.

“Please… Aaron…” The boy gasped, squirming. Hotch leveled an intense stare on his agent. “I want you inside of me… please… take me…”

“Well…” Hotch growled, his voice thick and husky. “Since you asked so nicely…” He leaned over Reid, moving into position. “And since you’ve been a good boy all year long…” Reid snorted and rolled his eyes. Hotch smirked. “For the most part.” He amended. Reid smiled up at him, and sighed when their lips embraced.

“I love you…” Reid whispered.

“I love you too.” Hotch responded.

Hotch kissed him as the head of his erection gently pressed against the muscles that were trying to keep him out. “Come on, baby… let me in…” He felt Reid force himself to relax, and he managed to push his swollen head into the hot passage. Reid cried out as he was pierced by his superior’s hot, throbbing erection. The tight flesh stretched to accommodate the intruding phallus and Reid cringed at the burning pain that so greatly enhanced the pleasure. Hotch gasped when Reid thrust his hips slightly, taking him in another inch. Hotch continued what Reid started, easing his swollen length further into the boy’s body, relishing the feeling of Reid’s hot, slick passage hugging and caressing his length, as if in welcome.

Reid let out a ragged gasp just before Hotch covered his mouth with his own again, the elder leaning over the willing body beneath him, slowly pushing in deeper until he could go no further. Between gasps, he comforted Reid with gentle, soothing words whispered into his ear and Reid spread his legs wider to better accommodate the elder.

Hotch groaned slightly as Reid’s body clenched around him. It was as though his body was trying to grip him and pull him in further, waiting to devour his release greedily. Reid cried out softly and ground into Hotch's hips, trying to encourage him to move. He arched his back and moaned as Hotch humored him a bit, grinding against him, and he bucked against his lover. Hotch gasped at this and instinctively thrust forwards, though he could go no further into Reid. The boy groaned.

“You alright?”

“Oh God… I’m great.” Reid breathed, smiling slightly. His eyes fluttered as he was having a hard time keeping them open, and he squirmed. "Oh God... Nnnnmmmhh…"

Hotch let out a moan of his own as he began to work, slowly sliding out and then pressing back in. Reid was so perfect, tight and moaning beneath him. Nothing could have made this moment better. And at that moment, neither could have been more content.

"Aaron... Oh God... I love you...” Reid gasped, pulling the man’s face down and kissing him, before beginning to gently lick and nip over his throat. Hotch moaned once more, thrusting into Reid faster before bending and grazing his teeth over his agent’s neck.

Reid shuddered and whimpered, curling a leg around Hotch's hips and pressing against him, trying to draw him deeper into his body. "Aaron... please...” He begged.

Hotch groaned and thrust deeper into Reid, doing all he could to pleasure the youth below him, with all he had. He ran his hands over the boy’s body, touching and caressing every place he knew that would send shivers down the kid’s spine… He tilted his head to allow Reid better access to his neck while giving him access to Reid’s.

The feeling of euphoria spread through the pair as they were overcome by the all consuming flames of passion.

“A-Aaron… God… I’m… I’m gonna…”

“Shhh….” Hotch hissed. “Not yet.” And he slowed his thrusts. Reid whined loudly at that, throwing his arms around Hotch and digging his nails into the man’s shoulders. But Hotch wanted to draw this out…

Reid whimpered as his lover continued the gentle thrusts. He dug his fingernails into his superior’s back and dragged them down as Hotch curled an arm around Reid’s left thigh, using his grip to give him more leverage to his thrusts. Reid mewled at the fingers that were trailing up and down his thighs, before gently massaging his buttocks and lifting them slightly, giving Hotch a new angle to work with. Reid’s lower lip began to tremble as he cried out his pleasure for his lover to hear.

“Mmmm… Aaron...” Reid moaned, and Hotch smiled. He had been lost in Reid’s arousing vocalizing for so long that he didn’t notice how far along the boy was, and realized with a start how close he was himself. Reid had begun to pant and sweat, and the trembling in his body let his lover know how close he was to reaching his orgasm.

Hotch kissed Reid and made his thrusts a bit more forceful, then curled his hand around Reid’s erection, firmly pumping it. The youth began to gasp and he curled in on himself, whimpering. Hotch growled, taking his lover into his arms and bucking forwards. Then, fingers dug into his shoulders and Reid’s breath hitched in his chest before he threw his head back with a triumphant scream of ecstasy. He arched up off of the bed and Hotch felt the hot fluids coat his hand. Reid held Hotch to him as the elder thrust a few more times before burying himself deep and holding, filling Reid with his molten passion.

Both moaned and then rolled over onto their sides. Still embedded deep in Reid, Hotch cradled his lover to his chest and nuzzled his face into his hair, wiping his hand off on the towel that had been around Reid’s waist until a few minutes past. He smiled and pressed his lips to Reid’s forehead, watching as the boy gasped for breath, his entire body still trembling and his mind still enshrouded in a pleasurable fog. He was exhausted…

Hotch was too… He pulled the blankets over them. The sun wasn’t even up yet. They could sleep a while longer…

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Reid slowly drew in a deep breath, then arched his back and stretched his limbs as he let it out again. A series of pleasant pops ran down his spine and also came from his shoulders as he rolled them, loosening him up. The hand on his back began to gently rub up and down his spine. Reid lifted his head off of the chest it was resting on, and he stared at Hotch. Hotch stared back.

“Good morning.” The man murmured. Reid smiled at him and slid up to kiss him. Hotch smiled, accepting the tender gesture. “Merry Christmas, Spencer.” Reid blinked, then grinned, his eyes sparkling.

“Merry Christmas.” The boy sighed, cuddling up to the elder agent. Hotch wrapped his arms around him and held him close. They lay there for a while, then blinked at the knock on their door.

“That would be our breakfast.” Hotch said with a smile, kissing Reid’s forehead and standing, pulling on a robe. Reid sighed and stretched again with a groan, then stood, pulling on his own robe. He stepped out into the living room as the man who brought breakfast left. Hotch smiled over at him. Reid crossed the room and the pair embraced again.

“I love you…” Reid sighed.

“I know.” Hotch said, smiling. He gently stroked Reid’s hair, kissed the top of his head, then guided the boy across the room and over to where their breakfast was waiting. The pair sat down. Scrambled eggs had been delivered with sausage, bacon, fresh fruit and crepes. Hotch flicked on the stereo which played classical Christmas music. The pair curled up on the sofa together and ate their breakfast while watching ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’.

“So…” Reid said, finishing his meal and laying his head on Hotch’s shoulder. “What are we going to do today?”

“Well…” Hotch said, slowly. “I was thinking that we could bundle up, drive out into the mountains and take a walk in the woods. In the snow. Have you ever done that before?” Reid blinked and shook his head.

“No. I haven’t.”

“Would you like to?”

“… Maybe…” Reid said, and trailed his fingers over Hotch’s chest and nibbling at his neck. Hotch chuckled.

“What’s your idea, then?” The man asked, smiling at the feeling of Reid’s lips trailing along his jaw.

“Maybe… we just…” He pressed a kiss to the corner of Hotch’s mouth. “Stay here…” Another kiss. “All day…” Hotch smiled at another kiss to his lips. “In bed…”

“Oh really?” Hotch asked, smiling as Reid slid over to sit in his lap, straddling his legs. He lifted his hands, laying them on the youth’s cheeks and drawing his face down, caressing the boy’s mouth with his own. Reid gave a soft, breathy moan, leaning into his superior’s strong chest. Hotch smiled, leaning back and catching Reid’s hands in his own. “Oh, come on.” Hotch said with a smile. “Have you ever walked in the woods in the winter? It’s peaceful.”

“Sounds cold.” Reid snorted. Hotch raised an eyebrow and Reid sighed. “… Okay.”

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“It’s cold!” Reid gasped as he and Hotch walked along the snow covered trail in the woods. Hotch chuckled and wrapped an arm around Reid; the boy was not only in two sweaters and his coat, but also had wrapped himself in a blanket that Hotch had brought along.

“I keep forgetting…” Hotch grinned. “Skinny kids get cold easily.”

“Oh, you suck, Aaron.” Reid snorted, but he was smiling. Hotch chuckled, and the pair continued their walk along the snow covered trail. The woods were quiet. There was a soft hiss as the snow fell, and the water in the creek nearby tumbled over stones that impeded its progress.

“… It is peaceful.” Reid admitted after a while. Hotch smiled, glancing over at Reid and admiring the white flakes settling on his chestnut hair. The boy blinked as a large cluster of flakes landed on his eyelashes, then dropped to his cheek. Hotch smiled and kissed them away, feeling them melt under his lips, and he lapped up the tiny droplets. Reid flushed slightly.

“Aaron?”

“I love you, Spencer.” Hotch murmured and pressed his lips to Reid’s forehead, then to his other cheek, and finally his lips. Reid smiled, shuffling closer and curling his arms around Hotch’s waist.

“I love you, too…” Reid sighed, purring as he was cuddled close, but tensed when he was suddenly lowered to the ground. They were soon snuggled up together on the blanket that Reid had been wrapped up in, staring up at the snow falling down through the trees. Hotch smiled, resting his cheek against his lover’s brown hair as the boy relaxed in his arms. After a bit, Reid looked up and the pair kissed.

“Don’t go getting any ideas…” Reid murmured. Hotch blinked.

“Oh?”

“I am NOT doing anything involving cold hands or my pants moving ANY where.” Reid said firmly. Hotch blinked again, then laughed.

“Okay.” He said with a nod, and Reid relaxed. “… How about some grinding action?”

“NO!”

Hotch chuckled, pleased with himself.

“… Oh, you suck Hotch.” Reid snorted. Hotch opened his mouth to speak, but froze when a scream echoed through the woods. Reid and Hotch both sat up straight, eyes alert. A moment later, they heard someone gasping and struggling through the snow.

“Oh God, oh God…” A woman pleaded to the frozen air. “Oh no… No no no no no…” And she appeared over a hill in the snow.

“HAH!!!” A man shouted, and tackled her. She screamed and they tumbled down the hill. Hotch and Reid leapt to their feet, pulling their side arms.

“FBI!!!! FREEZE!!!” Hotch shouted, voice hard and cold as ice. The pair froze and stared at the two men aiming their guns at the man. A moment later, a pair of dogs charged over the hill. They were both massive and extremely furry. They were mostly black with a bit of brown and white on their legs and faces. The Bernese Mountain Dogs skidded to a halt between the man and woman, and the Agents and began barking. Reid jumped, eyes going wide at the barking, and he backed away. The dogs seemed to focus on him, too, dammit!

“Put your hands in the air!!!” Hotch ordered over the barking dogs. The man stared and slowly obeyed. The woman flopped over and did the same, putting her hands up. Hotch blinked.

“This… this is my husband!” She gasped. Hotch blinked again, then slowly lowered his gun.

“Hotch!” Reid yelped, and Hotch turned. Reid was backing away, the dogs following.

“Call them off!” Hotch ordered the man and woman.

“They won’t hurt him! They’re protecting us!” The man gasped.

“Reid! Put the gun away!” Hotch ordered. Reid blinked and nodded, then slowly lowered the gun. The moment he did, the dogs lunged. Reid let out a shriek as they brought him down to the snow. Hotch raised an eyebrow as Reid screamed and flailed as the dogs covered him with excited licks, tails wagging.

“… You… you’re really FBI?” The man asked, slowly getting to his feet and helping his wife up as well. Hotch nodded. “… What are you doing out HERE?” Hotch froze, caught off guard by this. He felt his face heat up.

“I’m not on the job, if that’s what you’re asking.” Hotch said. The woman frowned at him, thoughtfully, then looked at the blanket on the snow, and then at Reid’s thrashing legs, protruding out from under her massive furry dogs.

“You’re… on vacation for the holiday?” She asked.

“Yes.” Hotch said, simply. He stared at her. She stared at him. Her husband shifted nervously, then turned.

“Okay okay, Suvi! Toa! Get off of him!” And he walked over, grabbed the dogs by their collars and heaved them off of Reid. Hotch looked over and grinned as Reid sat up, wiping his face on his sleeve.

“Eugh!”

“You’ll get over it.” Hotch chuckled.

“Sorry.” The man said, offering Reid his hand. Reid accepted his assistance and got to his feet. Reid eyed the dogs who were dancing around the woman, now. Then he realized that the man had not let go of his hand.

“… Mark.” The man said with a sheepish smile.

“Oh.” Reid said, blinking, and they shook their clasped hands. “Uh, Dr. Reid. Or, uh, Reid. I mean… Uh… Well… Spencer.” He smiled. “I’m Spencer.” Mark grinned, amused.

“Nice to meet you.”

“That’s Aaron Hotchner.” Reid said, letting go of Mark’s had and pointing to the former prosecutor.

“Hotch.” Hotch said, taking Mark’s hand.

“I’m Rebekah.” The woman said, walking over and shaking hands too. “And that’s Suvi and Toa.” She pointed at the dogs who were wrestling in the snow.

“Interesting names.” Hotch said.

“My parents used to live in Hawaii.” Rebekah said. “They named their dogs Kilauea and Mauna Loa. We decided to stick with the volcano names.” She said with a shrug.

“Volcanos?” Hotch asked.

“Toa and Suvi.” Reid said automatically. “Short for Krakatoa and Vesuvius.” Mark blinked in surprise, but Rebekah grinned.

“… Yeah!” She gasped, looking delighted.

“So, are you from the area?” Reid asked.

“Yeah. I take it you’re not.”

“Nope.” Reid said. “We’re here on vacation.”

“Where from?”

“Quantico, Virginia.” Reid said, then shrugged when she blinked. “D.C.”

“Oh, wow. Really? And you’re REALLY FBI?”

“Yeah.”

“… Can I see your badge?”

Mark chuckled as Reid grinned and pulled out his badge and credentials. He looked at Hotch.

“Sorry about startling you.” Mark said.

“YOU startle US?” Hotch asked, looking at Mark, amused. “YOU were the one staring down a couple of guns. We should be apologizing. We know better than to shoot first and ask questions later.”

“I’m just glad you didn’t LITERALLY do that.” Mark snorted. Hotch blinked, then gave a wry grin.

“Sorry…” Hotch mumbled.

“So…” Mark said slowly. “You and Spencer are… umm…” He glanced pointedly at the blanket on the snow. Hotch sighed and walked over, picking the blanket up and folding it.

“… Yeah.”

“… Does the FBI know?”

“… No.” Hotch sighed. “Not at all. I mean, a couple of our team mates, but… It’s not exactly… um…”

“Acceptable for FBI Agents to have relationships with fellow agents? Especially of the same gender?” Mark finished.

“… Yeah.”

“Ah, well.” Mark shrugged. “the world is changing.”

“That it is.” Hotch said, and they walked over to their significant others. Mark put his arm around Rebekah, and Hotch draped an arm around Reid’s shoulders. Reid pressed closer, frowning nervously as the dogs danced around them. Eventually, Reid was dancing around too, trying to keep Hotch between himself and the dogs. Hotch chuckled.

“Seriously, Spencer?”

“… I don’t like dogs.” Reid gasped when he suddenly found himself trapped between the pair.

“That’s probably why they act the way they do around you. They can sense it.”

“Smell it.”

“Whatever.” Hotch snorted, pulling Reid close and kissing the top of his head. The group trooped back through the snow, the dogs running around them, every now and then barking at Reid, making the boy jump. On the occasions when they managed to get him away from Hotch, they would chase him down and tackle him into the snow. Hotch found it terribly amusing, while Rebekah and Mark apologized each and every time. By the time they got to their cars, Reid’s nerves were shot, and he was wet and cold. Hotch was terribly amused with the whole situation, but could see that he would have to pamper Spencer when they got back to the hotel.

“Suvi! Toa!” Rebekah called to the dogs, and they charged over to her and leapt into the back of the car. She closed the hatch behind them. “It was nice meeting you.” She said, shaking Hotch’s hand while Mark helped Reid out of the snow drift he had been tackled into.

“Sorry about the… less than proper greeting.” Hotch said, smiling.

“It’s cool.” Mark chuckled, taking Hotch’s hand. “Sorry about the um… well…” And they looked at Reid, shivering. Hotch grinned.

“He’ll live.” The man said.

“… I’m cold.” Reid grumbled. One of the dogs barked and Reid jumped almost a foot into the air, his eyes wide.

“Reid.” Hotch laughed. “You face down serial killers and psychopaths. And you’re scared of dogs?”

“… Shut up.” Reid grumbled. Hotch grinned and Mark and Rebekah laughed.

“Wait til I tell mom that we met FBI Agents.” She announced.

“Have a Merry Christmas.” Mark said, and Reid nodded.

“You too.” Reid said, and Hotch nodded to the pair. Then he and Reid hopped into their rental car.

“Well… Thy were nice. Sweet dogs, too.” Hotch said, casually. A moment later, he could FEEL the glare. Slowly, he turned and grinned at Reid.

“… I’m wet. And cold. I have SNOW in my PANTS. And I’m COVERED in dog drool.”

“… I know.” Hotch said. “Why do you think I’m not kissing you right now?” And that was how Hotch found himself in the dog house on Christmas Day. At least for the ride back to the hotel. They stopped off on the way to a restaurant that Rebekah and Mark had recommended that was actually open on Christmas Day. As soon as they got back, Reid got out of the car and stalked back to their room. Hotch followed, smiling to himself, despite being in trouble. He opened the door and let Reid in, watching the boy strip on his way to the bathroom. Hotch smiled and shook his head. He waited a few minutes, then opened the door. Reid was already in the tub, warming up. Hotch walked over and sat on the edge.

“Spencer?”

“… What.” Reid growled. Hotch chuckled.

“Come on, baby…” He purred, reaching out and running his fingers through Reid’s damp hair. Reid opened his eyes and leveled a look on the man. And it wasn’t a happy look either. Hotch grinned. “Are you really that pissed?” He asked. Reid snorted and closed his eyes again. Hotch smiled and slid around behind Reid, laying his hands on the youth’s shoulders. Reid snarled slightly.

“Oh, hush.” Hotch snickered, and began to give Reid a slow massage. The boy’s snarl faded and after a bit, he sighed. Hotch continued, kneading Reid’s neck, shoulders and back, then down his arms a bit.

“… I love you…” Hotch breathed into Reid’s ear. Reid moaned softly, as a hand trailed down his chest, coming to rest on his flat stomach. Then, there was another hand sliding up his neck to his face. He tilted his head back and soft lips covered his own.

“Mmmmm…” Reid sighed.

“Am I forgiven?”

“No.” Reid snorted, and Hotch raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

“… Spencer…”

“Aaron.”

“Are you giving me attitude?”

“You’re not my boss HERE. I can give you attitude if I want.”

“… You sure you wanna go there, Spencer?” Hotch hissed.

“Maybe you deserve it.” Reid snorted, then closed his eyes and sunk under the warm water of the tub. Hotch narrowed his eyes and stood, quickly stripping. When Reid emerged from the water, he gasped as his arms were gripped tightly and he was literally dragged out of the bathtub.

“HOTCH!” Reid yelped as he was lifted into the man’s arms. Hotch carried Reid into the bedroom, the boy struggling the entire way. He was thrown down onto the bed, and Hotch moved over him, pinning his wrists down by his head. Reid stared up at him, eyes wide. Hotch stared down at the youth, panting, then leaned forwards, swallowing Reid’s gasp as he kissed him. Reid’s eyes fluttered, and he moaned as Hotch slid his tongue into the boy’s mouth. Reid arched his back and lifted his hips, pressing them against his lover’s. Both profilers moaned as their erections touched. Hotch moved one leg between Reid’s legs and the pair began to rub up against each other, gasping in pleasure at the friction.

As they moved, Hotch reached out and snatched the lotion from the bedside table. He squirted some into his palm, then took his length into his hand, giving it a few strokes.

“Aaron…” Reid breathed.

“Am I forgiven?”

“Yes! God, please…”

“Good.” Hotch said, chuckling to himself.

“Shut up!”

“Be nice.”

“Dammit, Aaron… please… need you NOW!”

“Alright, alright… keep your pants on.” Hotch snorted. Reid blinked and leaned back, quirking an eyebrow at the man. “… Okay, scratch that… Keep them off…” The man hissed, and moved between Reid’s thighs, sliding his hands up the boy’s long, ungainly legs. He gripped Reid’s hips tightly, tilting them to give himself better access. Reid blinked, confused when he felt the head of the man’s penis pressing against him, instead of the usual preparatory fingers… But before he could say anything, the man seized his wrists, pinned them down and thrust forward.

“AAHHN!!! AH! A-Aaron… Nnng… God…” Reid cried, arching beneath the man at the searing pain that came with the rough penetration. It was hot and sharp and sweet… Reid whined in pain, mewled in pleasure, and moaned in desire. It was so intense… so… utterly sublime.

“Spencer?” Hotch asked, concerned.

“Aaron… please…” Reid panted, gyrating his hips against the man, clenching around him. Hotch gasped and bucked forwards. “AH! Yes… Hotch… Oh God, yes…” Hotch smiled, covering Reid’s mouth with his own as he took up a blistering pace. Reid clawed down Hotch’s chest, craning his head back and moaning as the man trailed his lips down the youth’s throat.

“Come on, Spencer…” Hotch hissed, seizing Reid’s wrists and pressing them down into the mattress again. The younger profiler writhed, lifting his hips and meeting every thrust. He cried out as his lover’s length rubbed over his prostate over and over, sending jolts of pleasure searing through him. Hotch stared down at his lover, watching his face contort in pleasure… his lips formed heated words as he begged and pleaded for Hotch to finish it… His eyes fluttered and rolled back into his head as he sucked in a shallow, sharp breath, then held it. His body quivered and tightened and a strained whine passed his clenched teeth. Hotch pressed his wrists harder to the bed and gasped when Reid suddenly tightened around him, throwing his head back with a strangled scream.

Hotch gasped and shuddered, bucking frantically into the youth with shallow, frenzied thrusts.

“Spencer… God… AHHN!!!” And he found his release, groaning as Reid’s pulsing channel milked him for all he was worth.

Reid lay gasping for breath, taking in the warmth of the heavier body bearing down on his own. After a bit, he felt the man back off and leave the room for a moment. He returned quickly and then Reid was wrapped in a blanket and lifted into loving arms.

“Aaron?” He mumbled, turning and burying his face in the man’s neck. Hotch carried him out into the living room where he had tossed several pillows and cushions over the floor by their little Christmas tree and the fire place. He had a fire already going, and gently lay Reid down in the middle of the little nest he had prepared. Reid blinked up at him. Hotch lay beside him, smiling and brushing his damp hair out of his face.

“… I love you.” Hotch murmured.

“… Love you, too.” Reid sighed, smiling softly as Hotch brushed his fingers over the boy’s milky chest. Hotch lowered his head, pressing a chaste kiss to the boy’s forehead. Then he reached over Reid and picked up a small box under the tree.

“Merry Christmas, Spencer.”

“… Aaron… You… But…” Reid gasped, a faint pink creeping over his cheeks. Hotch smiled and cocked his head inquisitively. “You… you’ve already done all of this… It… It’s more than I ever—“

“I wanted to.” Hotch interrupted, laying a finger on Reid’s lips. Reid blinked at him, then slowly unwrapped the small gift. He lifted the lid off of the box, and stared. An elegant face stared back; perfectly round, roman numerals around the border, delicate hands ticking away. Reid slowly smiled as a strong arm slid around his shoulders.

“… Aaron…”

“I thought it was time you had a new one.” Hotch said with a smile. “And I figured this was one thing I could get you that you could wear in plain sight and not attract… unwanted attention, or suspicion. I had it engraved.” Reid blinked and turned it over. On the back of the watch was simply December 25^th, Santa Fe. Reid smiled.

“… Thank you…” He whispered, and the pair shared another kiss as Hotch slid the thing onto Reid’s wrist. Hotch smiled and curled an arm around Reid’s back, his hand resting on the back of Reid’s head, fingers gently threading through his hair. Reid rested his head on Hotch’s shoulder. They lay there like that for a long time. Then, Hotch frowned. Reid’s shoulder’s heaved slightly, and he gave a shaky gasp. Hotch blinked, then felt a warm drop fall onto his skin. He looked down and watched it run down his chest.

“Spencer?” Hotch asked, pulling Reid away from his chest so he could see his face. Reid gave a soft hiccup, and another tear trailed down his cheek. “Spencer, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Reid answered, giving Hotch a very soggy smile. “I just… I… I’ve never been… I dunno…”

“What?”

“… Loved.” Reid gasped, shaking his head. Hotch reached up and laid his hands on either side of the young man’s face.

“Spencer. Look at me.” He said, firmly. Reid blinked and fixed watery eyes on the elder. “You have ALWAYS been loved. By your mother… by the team… all of us… always. This is just a… different kind of love.” Hotch smiled, running his hands through Reid’s hair. “But believe me. You have always been loved. You’re just alone so often, it’s easy to forget that, isn’t it?”

“… Don’t profile me, Hotch.” Reid pouted, refusing to make eye contact. Hotch turned Reid’s face towards him again.

“Am I wrong?” He asked, gently. Slowly, Reid looked up and met his gaze.

“… No.” He whispered. Hotch stared at the desperate look in Reid’s eyes… They were the eyes of a neglected child, emotionally starving… Hotch smiled, and those desperate eyes lit up in hope.

“I love you.” The man said, gently. Reid smiled and cuddled close for a moment before turning and snatching a messily wrapped parcel from under the tree.

“I wasn’t sure what to get you… I’m lousy at getting presents for people…” Reid said, handing the thing to his lover, and Hotch chuckled. He knew before the gift was even in his hands that it was a book. But when he unwrapped it, he sat there in surprise, staring.

Reid stared at him, chewing his lower lip nervously, waiting for a reaction. Hotch opened the scrapbook and began to flip through. “… I uh… Rossi helped me find them.” Reid mumbled.

“Spencer… I… You… God! Look at Jason’s HAIR!!!” Hotch blurted, staring at the photo of Jason Gideon from years ago… It was an album of the FBI profilers, ever since the beginning. David Rossi, Jason Gideon, Max Ryan and so many others. Many of them Reid didn’t know, but knew of. Reid perked up when a smile crossed his lover’s face when he reached a page where the photo was of himself at a bar with Max Ryan, David Rossi, Jason Gideon, and several others, all holding up drinks and wearing party hats.

“That was my first birthday with the Bureau.” Hotch said. Reid leaned in close, staring at the picture. Gideon was laughing, his eyes almost closed the grin was so wide. Max Ryan was holding up his beer in a toast with Rossi over Hotch’s head. Rossi had what looked like a scotch. Hotch was grinning and laughing with Gideon, who had his arm around the younger man. Hotch continued to flip through the scrap book. There were photos… news articles… And then, he stopped.

“… Max’s retirement party. And Dave’s party…” He grinned, shaking his head. “Hnh… never would have guessed that Dave would come back…” He kept turning pages, a small smile on his face. Reid grinned, watching Hotch’s face. Hocth paused. “God… Morgan!” He laughed, staring at the picture of Derek Morgan right after joining the BAU. And Derek Morgan was flirting with a female Agent. Reid snickered to himself. Hotch flipped the page and his grin softened.

“God… Look at JJ…” He gasped, staring at the petite blonde. “She looks like she’s fresh out of high school!” Reid grinned and Hotch chuckled. Then, Reid scooted closer as Hotch turned the page again. And he stopped. And his smile widened to a broad grin.

“Oh my God, Spencer! LOOK at YOU!” Hotch laughed, and Reid smiled sheepishly. It was his first day at the BAU. He was sitting at his desk, looking awed. Gideon stood behind him and was pointing at something on Reid’s computer screen, his hand on the boy’s shoulder. Reid’s hair hung down almost to his chin, and was tucked behind his ears. Hotch flipped the page, grinning at young twenty two year old Reid in a head lock, courtesy of Agent Derek Morgan, who was giving the boy a noogie. The next page was when Garcia joined the team, and then Elle, then Emily, and then the return of Rossi. A couple of shots of Jordan Todd. Then just a couple pictures of the team, a few on the job, a few of them relaxing after the job. Hotch turned the page, and found that the rest of the book was blank.

“We can… add things if you want.” Reid mumbled. Hotch slowly closed the book and looked at Reid. Reid looked back, hopefully.

“… Thank you, Spencer.” The man said, softly. Reid smiled and slid into the man’s embrace, resting his head on the elder’s chest. “This is very thoughtful. It must have taken you a long time to make.” Reid nodded.

“Like I said… Rossi helped me a bit. A lot of the pictures were from him. Garcia found some of them. And Max Ryan sent some.”

“You talked to Max?”

“Rossi did on my behalf.” Reid said.

“How’d you get the idea?” Hotch asked.

“I asked Garcia what I should get a loved one. She said I should make something special. It was more personal.” Reid said with a shrug. Hotch blinked. He had a feeling that Garcia thought Reid had meant his mother… Of course, she had probably figured out by now that Reid had meant his lover.

“… I love it, Spencer.” Hotch said, kissing Reid’s cheek. “Thank you.”

“… I love you, Aaron.”

“Love you too, Spencer.”

“… Aaron?”

“Yes?”

“… Thank you.”

“For what?”

“… For being with me. Here. Today. It… means a lot to me.”

“I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” Hotch murmured, pulling Reid close. “I never would have let you spend Christmas alone.”

“I love you…” Reid sighed, curling up and closing his eyes. Hotch just smiled and watched the young man as he slipped into sleep. And finally, he allowed himself to drift away as well.

And thus ended their first Christmas together.
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