Chapter 1 – Re/H
"Man, I am not rooming with Reid," Morgan said defiantly, purposely ignoring the chorus of silent glares from the rest of the team.
Reid sighed. It was just like riding the bus all over again. Ew, I don't want to sit with him! The only thing worse than finding seatmates on the bus was when they had to pick sides for teams. In his opinion, the entire system was barbaric, but that was a rant for another day.
He went up the stairs slowly. If he was going to be cast off to sleep by himself, he might as well get first dibs on a room.
. . .
Ten minutes later, he was surprised to hear a knock on the door.
"Come in!" He called out from where he was sitting on the only bed in the room.
It was Hotch. He was carrying his go bag with one hand, and had a sleeping bag in the other.
"Draw the short straw?" He asked a touch sourly.
"I volunteered," the other man explained in his customary deep voice.
"Oh." Now he felt like a real jerk. "Sorry."
"Don't be," Hotch said from the middle of the room, his stuff in a heap at his feet. "Morgan shouldn't have been such an ass."
He blinked, completely unused to Hotch cussing in front of him.
"You're not going to sleep on the floor, are you?" He asked, trying to regain some kind of normalcy in their conversation.
"It's horizontal. That's just about all I care about right now," the slightly older man answered wearily.
"Hotch," he gestured at himself and then the bed. "I'm what, half your size? There is more than enough room for both of us in this bed."
He watched his boss look at the floor and then back at him thoughtfully.
"You take the bed, I'll be okay," was the man's stubborn answer.
"Aaron," he said seriously, getting up and walking over to stand in front of him. "Don't be a fool. I know you have enough back problems just sleeping in regular beds." When Hotch seemed intent on arguing with him, Reid sighed and then abruptly grabbed the man's surprisingly warm hand.
"Reid," Hotch said in a warning voice. He ignored the implications within that simple word and proceeded to pull him over to the bed anyway.
"You are sleeping with me, and that's all there is to it." He stated firmly, pushing Hotch backwards onto his bed with a push.
"Sleeping with you, Reid?" His boss asked from where he had sat down in front of him.
He blushed as he realized what words he had used.
"I—," he stuttered out.
"It's okay Spencer," Hotch suddenly gave him a real, but extremely short lived grin. "I understood what you meant."
While he was thankful to find himself out of that potentially embarrassingly conversation, it did irk him somewhat that the other man had immediately assumed that he hadn't meant anything by it.
"I'm not a virgin," Reid declared suddenly, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to stare down at his now surprised boss.
"Reid, I'm not sure that I'm really the one you need to be talking to about this," Hotch said slowly, looking warily up at him.
"Maybe I was propositioning you just then Hotch," he continued on, ignoring the warning bells he could now hear blaring loudly in his head.
"Are you okay Spencer?" Hotch was peering at him worriedly.
"Well, why wouldn't I? You're fucking hot."
Hotch was the one left stuttering this time.
"Tall, dark and handsome isn't just a cliché, you know."
"Would you like to talk to someone else on the team? I could get Rossi if you like," Hotch gestured at the door and stood up slowly.
"Not unless you're particularly into threesomes, Hotch," he retorted hotly, grabbing the other man by the front of his shirt and pulling him in close.
"What are—," Hotch spluttered back at him, dark brown eyes widening in surprise.
He didn't let him finish his question, cutting him instead with a sudden possessive kiss to the man's still open mouth.
"Mpph," Hotch tried to speak through his kiss, but he ignored him. He seemed to be getting better at that. Maybe he could blame it all on fatigue when they court-martialed him for sexually assaulting his superior.
He wondered what Strauss would say if he told her that he'd do it all again if given the opportunity. Hotch's mouth was so hot and good; he'd gladly play tonsil hockey with the man every day of the week—provided he was somehow able to find a way around his hang up about being straight.
She probably would be jealous of me. Repressed sexual urges would certainly go a long way towards explaining what's up with that woman.
His need for oxygen finally overruled his body's joy at kissing Aaron Hotchner, and he broke the kiss with a gasp.
"Where on earth did you learn to kiss like that?"
It was his turn (again) to blink stupidly.
"I told you that I wasn't a virgin," he specified, staring back at the slightly breathless man in front of him.
"I'm not a virgin and I've never been kissed like that," Hotch responded, his expression still dazed.
"Ever kiss a man before?"
"Never," Hotch confirmed with a growl.
He nearly jumped as his heart started beating with a renewed vigor.
"Want to be again?" He asked hopefully, pushing his lips back down onto Hotch's again before he lost his nerve.
Nerve? Insanity is a far more accurate description at this point.
This time he successfully managed to push them both onto the bed; more because the other man was likely in shock, and not because he had somehow managed to physically overpower him.
He broke off the kiss with another gasp, but not one caused from lack of oxygen. Hotch's hands were on his belt buckle!
"What else do you know how to do?" Hotch asked him quietly, almost shyly, considering that the man's hands were almost finished unzipping his pants. His boss's hips bucked upwards and he was impressed to feel a hard length pressing up against him.
"When's the last time you were with someone?" Reid whispered, moving his hands down between their bodies as he reached for the top of Hotch's pants.
"Uh." He watched in fascination as the man's eyes rolled back in his head in response to Reid's questing fingers. He stroked him a little more through his clothes and got the same reaction.
"A long time," Hotch gritted out, his face nearly pained as he fought not to react to Reid's skillful hands.
Carefully he unzipped the man's pants and found what he was looking for. His cock was hard and dark with blood, and Reid couldn't help but smile as his hips jerked again.
"I've never done this before," Hotch looked up at him with an almost fearful expression, and he decided to show him some mercy.
"Shh," he whispered, pulling himself out the rest of the way and wrapping his hand around them both. With his left hand, he rummaged in his bag, which was thankfully still on the bed beside them. Moments later, he found something appropriate and pulled it out with a grin. He popped the lotion open with a thumb and then squirted some into his right hand.
"Gonna be a little cold at first," he warned, stroking upwards on his and Hotch's cock slowly. He heard a quiet hiss come from the other man, but otherwise his boss was completely silent as he worked them both.
The lotion heated up quickly, adding speed to his hand, and soon he was watching in amazement as Hotch began to unravel before him. The other man's eyes were closed tightly, breath catching on every stroke, while his hands remained balled up on the cover underneath them.
Reid stroked faster, getting off on Hotch's reactions as much as anything.
"Hold onto me, Hotch," he managed to say as the remains of his control slipped away into nothingness.
His hands grabbed Reid's arms hard, clearly hanging on for dear life as he stroked them off hard and fast.
"You're so hot, so sexy," he gasped out, getting a moan in response. "I'd like to fuck you into this mattress, did you know that? Mark you with my cum, cover every—every orifice," he felt Hotch's body stiffen under his.
The image of Hotch with his head thrown back, Adam's apple bobbing almost violently as he erupted in orgasm was enough to send Reid over with him.
"Oh Hotch," he whispered as he came hard, lights flashing in his corneas.
From under him, Hotch let out a soft cry as he pumped hard into Reid's hand, sounding for all the world as though the orgasm was breaking him in half.
He held onto their cocks until they were done and then he let go slowly, falling down beside Hotch with a soft sigh.
Were those tears he saw in the other man's eyes?
"Don't move Hotch, I'll get something to clean us up," he finally managed to say after the euphoria of their combined orgasm had died down.
"Reid—Spencer," Hotch grabbed his arm with a sweaty hand.
Definitely tears, he thought as he looked into the other man's face. The sight of his boss in tears covered in their combined cum was enough to give him chills.
"Thank you," Hotch whispered in a hitching voice.
"You don't have to thank me," he answered gently, touching his face and lightly wiping the tears away with his clean hand.
Hotch clearly wanted to argue the point, but after a moment he acceded with a shakily given nod.
"I'll be right back. I promise."
"Okay," Hotch whispered in response, voice still unsteady.
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A/N – Stay tuned for more! Re/Ro coming up next.