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cherryspence · 11 months
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why does spencer look like a frail victorian child in all hotchreid fanart??
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hankaka-myz · 3 months
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“Actually, do you know that…”
“Reid”
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foxy-eva · 3 months
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Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner Holiday Headcanons
for @coastalchutoy as part of my New Year's Celebration
After Spencer finished knitting the scarf for his Doctor Who cosplay he starts working on a Christmas sweater for Aaron. It takes him a long time since they spend a lot of time with each other and he wants to keep it a secret, but he finishes it right before the holidays.
Aaron is genuinely happy about the surprise and wears the sweater every chance he gets.
To everyone's surprise, Aaron actually wears the sweater to the holiday party at the BAU (even though it is hideous).
Aaron knows that Spencer didn't really celebrate Christmas as a child due to his mother's illness, so he really wants him to feel loved around the holidays. They spend as much quality time as possible.
The first time Aaron and Spencer go on a walk to look at all the decorated houses in the neighborhood, it warms both of their hearts to be able to spend this time of year together.
Spencer quickly becomes part of every holiday tradition Aaron has with his son. Spencer is there to decorate the tree with them, to go visit Santa in the mall and to bake cookies.
Even though Spencer helped packing all the present, he still displays a similar child-like wonder in his eyes as Jack when the whole family enters the living room on Christmas morning.
On New Year's Eve Spencer confesses to Aaron that he had never had a New Year's kiss before. Of course that would change that night.
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Author's Note: I made this post for my current celebration. Please note that I don't usually take requests for mlm ships!
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shroomje · 1 year
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Hotchreid Headcanons ♡ Spencer x Aaron
Warnings: mentions of children cases, mentions of dilauded, mentions of kinks, autistic spencer reid
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Hotch cooks for Spencer because spencer never had the chance to learn growing up
But sometimes hotch will tecah him recipes
Hotch knows cases with kids in them make spencer extra sensitive so he makes sure theres plenty of chances for spencer to be by himself and always makes sure they room together on those cases
Spencer has a cat that naps in Hotch's home office so hotch is always covered in cat hair
Hotch washes spences hair, especially when hes really upset
Spence has sensory issues and Hotch makes sure hes alway comfortable
Spence writes in the margins of books before lending them to hotch, annotating things, and writing hotch little notes
Puppy/master kink (pup Spence/mstr. Hotch)
Spence always bottoms
If Hotch is gone, Spence will use one of his t-shirts as a pillowcase
Hotch will watch some of Spencers nerdy shows just for him
I can't stress this enough: Hotch washes spences hair and gives him little scalp massages 💞
Spences cat is basically their second kid
Jack LOVES spence
They play pretend together
And spence teaches him magic tricks
Hotch got rlly nervois when meeting Diane as Spencers boyfriend for the first time
Sometimes, Spence goes nonverbal and Hotch needed to learn how to deal with that
Spence is more susceptible to "shutdowns" rather than "meltdowns" and its Hotchs job to help woth that
Idk but theyre real cute
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starzzyeyed · 2 months
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Hi! Are you still doing Hug Prompts?! If so, can I request HotchReid #36? I love all your HotchReid writings!
Hi! I most definitely am, thank you so much!
I actually have a much longer fic with this premise set during the Lo-Fi/Mayhem arc that I'll add a link to here for you too!
But here's your prompt fill, I hope you enjoy and thank you again for your kind words <3
36 - I thought you were dead hug.
Despite the clarity of the sound of the shot that rings through the air around them, Hotch can’t hear anything other than the thundering of his own heart in his ears.
He thinks Morgan shouts something, or maybe it’s Rossi, but the only thing he knows besides how fast his own heart is beating is how much adrenaline is currently being released into his body; flooding through his bloodstream, enabling him to flee the danger his mind subconsciously recognises is nearby.
Except, it’s not him who’s in danger.
bad enough, he was having to instruct his partner, who he knows is less physically capable of defending himself than himself or Morgan is, into danger on his own.
He’s terrified of what he might find as he keeps moving forwards towards where he thinks Spencer must have found Lindsey, and then a door opens in front of him and for the briefest of seconds, his heart stops altogether, because if someone is walking away from the scene, especially without screaming for help, the chances of there being a casualty inside is lowered.
But then-
Then he sees who it is, sees that it’s Jack.
Not only Jack, but Jack and Lindsey, which means there only people remaining inside the room are-
The fact that Jack had immediately raised his hands does nothing to ease Hotch’s fear.
Hotch feels as though he’s about to faint as he bursts through the room of the men’s bathroom, expecting to see his partner covered in blood and most likely on the floor, and the fact that Spencer isn’t either of these things surprises him so much that, for a moment, he’s unable to do anything other than stare straight ahead, his eyes on the body of the teenager on the floor but not really seeing the scene before him.
Slowly, he forces himself to take a few steps towards Ryan’s body, taking in what’s happened before his eyes catch with Spencer’s at the exact same time as Morgan speaks.
“You okay, Reid?”
Hotch only just barely manages to contain his desires until Morgan’s hand has left Spencer’s shoulder, until he and Rossi have filed out of the room, before he’s crossing the room again in three long strides and pulling his partner against his chest in a crushing hug.
He hears Spencer gasp slightly, clearly not expecting the action and really, Hotch can’t blame him. They’re almost never physically affectionate with each other in public, and especially not in a fresh crime scene that will still need to be processed, but he can’t help himself this time.
He’s been keeping it together this entire case, coming up against so many more unexpected developments and issues than usual, not to mention the fact that it’s a case involving children, and the thought that he’d lost Spencer, especially after he’d sent his partner into this situation alone… that had been the straw that broke his back.
Subsequently, the relief that he felt seeing Spencer not only alive, but alive and uninjured, had been too much to squash back down.
“I thought you were dead,” he breathes into his partner’s long hair before Spencer has the chance to question his unusual behaviour. “We heard the shot from outside and I thought-… I thought I’d sent you in here to your death.”
He both feels and hears Spencer inhale a sharp breath before his arms are wrapping around Hotch’s back, pulling him against his own chest as tightly as he can in return.
“Never,” the younger man whispers back, tucking his face into the side of Hotch’s neck and breathing out a shaky sigh. “Never, Aaron. Never.”
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lover-i-lover · 8 months
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Falling
Spencer's still getting use to the cane. He has nothing against it but, going from walking with crutches to using a cane is, difficult. So when he takes his fourth tumble of the day, he's just about had it. Luckily, or unluckily, Hotch is there.
Spencer's pushing himself op on his elbows, waiting for the whole office to brust into laugher. But there's almost nothing, only the sound of Hotch's shoes hurrying towards him.
"Are you alright Reid?" Hotch offers him a hand op and Spencer takes it, letting Hotch pull him op. "Yeah" Hotch help Spencer to his desk, the place he was trying to reach before his fall.
"Thank you" Spencer smiles, looking around to see where his cane lost it's footing. Hotch bends down and grabs it, it's all the way by Emily's desk. Aaron hands it to Spencer and it makes Spencer blush a little
"Thank you Sir" Spencer leans the cane against his desk before silently cursing himself. His bag. He had fallen off his shoulder. Spencer goes to get back op.
"What are you doing?" Hotch asks, laying a hand on his shoulder. "My bag, it fell over"
"Oh" And suddenly Aaron's on the ground, grabbing Spencer's bag and the items that fell out from it. Aaron sets it down on Spencer's desk. "Thank you"
Spencer felt his stomach flutter, he knows Hotch is just being nice. Anyone on the team would have done the same. But that doesn't explain why Aaron gently squeezes his shoulder before returning to his office.
It sends a shiver down his spine.
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bloodstainedcanary · 5 months
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Your honor, he fucked that old man
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spencerreidlove · 2 years
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We All Need A Little Love
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner
Word Count: 1.8K
Spencer Reid was no good at taking care of himself and after a long case, this was particularly evident.
Thankfully, Aaron Hotchner was there to assist.
Aaron Hotchner looked out through the blinds of his office window into the bullpen. They had just landed from a particularly hard case in Texas and the Unit Chief had told his team to finish off their paperwork and then go home, not wanting them to be there any longer than twenty minutes.
Morgan and Prentiss had placed their files on his desk in under fifteen minutes, not even bothering to stick around for his approval as they trudged out of his office. JJ and Rossi had been next and Garcia had already come in to say her usual goodnights a long time ago.
So that just left Spencer.
Aaron’s frown deepened as he watched Spencer continue to write furiously, his head only inches away from his papers. When he had emphasised to his team that he wanted them to get home quickly to rest, he had mainly been speaking to his partner but Spencer Reid had obviously not got the hint.
Or he had but he was just ignoring it.
It had been a particularly harsh case for the young doctor, with the team selfishly over-relying on his geo-profiling skills and his ability to solve infuriating riddles left by the unsub. It had led Spencer to work continuously for the full three days, hardly even stopping for sleep or food no matter how much the team had tried to convince him to.
Hotch sighed and realised that if Spencer wasn’t going to voluntarily leave, he would have to be forced out.
“C’mon, you must be finished by now. Even Morgan has beaten you to it.” Aaron said as he made his way over to Spencer’s desk, his briefcase and jacket in his arms.
“That’s because Morgan rushes through it too much.” Spencer replied as he continued to write.
“Even so, you know that you should go home. You can finish that tomorrow.” Aaron sighed.
“It would really be better if I could just finish it-“
“You don’t have the excuse that you need to do it whilst it’s still fresh in your mind so come on, you’re leaving. And that’s an order.” Aaron replied. He then gently placed a hand on Spencer’s wrist, halting him from writing.
Spencer let out an audible sigh as he realised that it was likely he wasn’t going to win this argument and closed his file.
“Are you coming over?” Aaron asked as he watched Spencer pack his bag up. He reached out and brushed his hand over Spencer’s hip.
“Maybe not tonight, tomorrow would be better.” Spencer said with an apologetic glance to his boyfriend.
Hotch inwardly sighed, he had wanted Spencer to come home with him so that he could guarantee he would actually get some rest and have some proper food. But not wanting to force Spencer into doing anything he didn’t want to do, he nodded.
“Sure, can I at least take you home? I’m not sure getting the train this late would be the best idea.”
Spencer put his bag over his shoulder and gave a tired nod. “I won’t say no to that. The amount of gang crime is increasing at an alarming rate andit’s getting more and more evident that they are using the train stations as a place to hang out at night.”
Aaron placed his hand on the base of Spencer’s back and led him to the lift, mentally noting that he would no longer let his partner get the train home anymore.
As they pulled up, Aaron glanced over to Spencer, the nearby street lamp lighting him up in a soft amber glow. He could see his boyfriend was still clearly wired up, his face still in a permanent frown as he continued to go through things in his head.
“I’ll pick you up in the morning. I’ve told Strauss that we’re not coming in til ten, everybody needs the rest.”
Spencer looked over at him as if he suddenly realised he wasn’t alone. He then shook his head but gave Aaron a fond smile. “Don’t worry about making such a detour, spend that extra time making breakfast with Jack-“
“He’s at a sleepover tonight, Jessica is picking up tomorrow lunchtime. I’m going to pick you up tomorrow, no questions about it.”
“Fine.” Spencer nodded. He leant over the console and gave Aaron a soft kiss. “Goodnight.“
“Goodnight. Please get some rest.”
“I will.”
Spencer gave him one last peck then vacated the car, his hand clenched around the strap of his bag. Hotch continued to watch him and even after he had entered his building, he remained parked outside.
It didn’t take a world-class profiler to know that there was no way Spencer would be looking after himself tonight. There was way too much on the genius’ mind to switch off that.
Not without a helping hand at least.
Aaron was very good at making quick decisions but this didn’t even take much consideration as he pulled away from the apartment building and towards Spencer’s favourite Thai place.
When there was no answer after a good few minutes, he pulled out his bunch of keys and located the one for Spencer’s place. He could see the lights were on on the other side of the door so he knew his boyfriend was awake.
“Spencer?” He called out softly.
He placed the pile of food on the kitchen table then made his way into Spencer’s small yet cozy living room. The lamp was on so Aaron could clearly see Spencer hunched over his desk, a large pile of books in front of him.
“Spencer?”
Spencer swivelled around in his chair so fast that he nearly fell off it. “Shit Aaron, when did you get here?”
Aaron frowned and held up his key. “Just now. You didn’t hear me knock on the door? Or me calling out for you?”
Spencer ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. “No…I must have been too absorbed in this. Sorry.”
“You know if you’ve brought case files home, as your Unit Chief, I really shouldn’t be seeing that.”
“It’s not BAU stuff, it’s…something else.”
Aaron stepped closer to Spencer and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. At his position, he was able to see the reports Spencer was working on.
“Experimental medications for schizophrenia? Spencer-“
“She’s getting worse. Her doctors rang me yesterday…she hasn’t had a good day in over ten days now.” Spencer murmured. “I just feel so helpless right now.”
“I’m sorry, honey.” Aaron pressed multiple soft kisses to the crown of Spencer’s head. “I know you want to be doing something but right now you really need to look after yourself. You’ve worked yourself too hard over these past few days-“
“Honestly, I’m fine.” Spencer made eye contact quickly and gave him a weak but unconvincing smile.
“Please. Just allow me to look after you tonight?” Hotch all but begged. “I have your favourite Thai in the kitchen.”
Spencer huffed, “Okay. But once we’ve eaten, you can go. You’re tired too.”
“Sure.” Hotch agreed. He was lying. He wouldn’t be leaving Spencer tonight.
Spencer and Aaron sat across from each other at the kitchen table, their ankles entwined under the table. Over the top of his pad thai, Spencer kept shooting his boyfriend soft glances.
“You don’t have to look after me you know, I know I can get absorbed by work stuff and books but I can take care of myself.” Spencer said softly.
“I understand that but I like to. There have also been many times when you’ve had to drag me away from my work. Looking out for each other is what being partners is all about.” Aaron grasped Spencer’s hand which wasn’t holding his chopsticks and gently rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand.
Spencer smiled back at him but then a flash of pain crossed his face. He dropped his chopsticks and rubbed a hand over his forehead.
“Spencer?”
“Sorry it’s just a headache. Probably strained my eyes too much.” Spencer mumbled as he scrunched his eyes up.
“Can I get you anything?” Aaron questioned, continuing to hold onto Spencer’s hand as a form of comfort.
“No…maybe just get my glasses from my go bag? I think I need to get these contact lenses out.”
“Of course, I’ll be right back.” Aaron said quickly. As he passed his boyfriend, he pressed another kiss to the top of his head.
Spencer realised that his boyfriend literally must have ran to his bag as he had returned within a minute, his glasses case being placed in front of him before he even had a chance to take his contact lenses out.
“I’m going to make you a herbal tea as well, okay? I know that helps you.”
Spencer gave a minute nod. He would have a chance to feel flattered that Aaron knew that once this headache had disappeared.
Within ten minutes, Spencer had been gently led into the bedroom and then gently pushed down onto the bed.
“Take a sip of your tea, you need some fluids in you.” Aaron told him from where he was crouching down in front of him.
Spencer obliged and took a sip of the chamomile tea, feeling its soothing effects almost instantly. “You don’t have to stay here if you want to go home.’
“I’m not going anywhere, love. Tonight is about you, you can make it up to me another time.”
Spencer cracked open his eyes to give Aaron one of the most loving looks Aaron had seen. He was so ridiculously grateful that he had this person in his life to look out for him so lovingly.
“Thank you. For everything.” Spencer managed to croak out. He wanted to say so much more, to tell Aaron that he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have him in his life and that he was happier than he had ever been before however the lingering headache prevented him from saying so many words.
“You don’t have to thank me. Now lay back, we are both going to sleep and if we happen to wake up after ten am, I will take Strauss’ wrath.”
Before either of them could even think about changing into some comfier clothes, they were fast asleep with Aaron’s arm firmly around Spencer’s waist.
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hotchxreid · 2 years
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are there any cmblrs who also play dragon age 👀 I have mage!reid x templar!hotch thoughts
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thatboisus · 2 months
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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.
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lovelyspooks · 9 months
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Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours
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l0caltiredgirl · 3 months
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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut
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the struggle is real
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hankaka-myz · 4 months
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This is how I see them going out on a mission together
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bucker3911 · 2 months
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stvrlitsky · 5 months
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Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333
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starzzyeyed · 5 months
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Take My Breath Away (And Make It Last Forever Babe)
This is for @andiebeaword 's 3k celebration contest!! I actually got this finished on time, which impressed even me despite the fact that it's so short. I also never post fics to tumblr so my apologies if there's formatting issues.
The prompt I chose was "Does the sight of me wanting you drive you crazy?"
Summary: Spencer finds himself a little bit distracted during a case wondering just how it would feel to be wrapped up in Hotch's strong arms and kissed by his lips.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None that I can think of. There's brief allusions to sex but it's not mentioned in any depth.
Word Count: 1.5k
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There’s nothing he wants more than the feel of Hotch’s lips on his.
He knows, should his thoughts ever somehow accidentally leak from his brain and become public knowledge, that Morgan would most likely snigger and tell him he’s sure Spencer would like the feel of those lips a few other places as well, but he’s not thinking about that right now.
All he’s capable of focusing on at this moment in time, is what it would feel like for Hotch to kiss him.
And that’s before he even begins to think about Hotch’s arms.
Strong, muscular biceps, thick and prominent veins responsible for carrying the blood that keeps him alive and fit running up and down his forearms, visible in what is a rare occasion of Hotch having chosen to have his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the heat of the Texas summer forcing him to forgo his usual full suit attire.
He knows he’s staring, and he’s been staring for the past four minutes and thirty- seven seconds and yet he can’t seem to bring himself to stop.
Hotch is leant over the table, photos and evidence spread across every square inch of the laminated surface in front of him with a hand planted either side of the journal that they know holds the final puzzle piece, if only they could figure it out.
Spencer’s glad he has the file cabinet to lean against because he’s not sure his legs could hold him up if he didn’t, and he doesn’t want to make his attraction any more obvious than it clearly already is to anyone with a pair of eyes in the same room as him.
“Earth to Reid.”
Spencer jumps, knocking over a stack of folders with his elbow that clatter to the hardwood floor underneath, making him jump again. He hears Morgan laughing in the background as he bends down to pick them up, his cheeks burning as he clears his throat and looks back over to the table, to where Hotch is now watching him with a small, barely there smile.
“Hmm?” he tries, aiming for casual even though he knows he can’t hide the way his pupils are undoubtedly dilated, and that’s without even mentioning his inexplicable clumsiness, which is extreme even by the normal Spencer Reid standards.
“Hotch asked you a question, genius,” Morgan teases, still laughing, and Spencer forces his gaze up from the floor to the very person he’s spent the past six minutes and forty-two seconds staring at. Not just staring at Hotch as a person, in fact; staring with all of his focus on Hotch’s arms.
“What did you say the link is between the victims hair?” Hotch asks, that small smile still playing on his lips, and Spencer feels as though his cheeks are on fire.
“They all purchased the same brand of rinse out box dye,” Spencer begins, finding his voice and rattling off the information he knows that’s actually relevant to the case, rather than the information his brain has spent the last seven minutes and fifty-one seconds hyper-focussing on.
Information like the way he just knows Hotch could pick him up in those strong and muscular arms, perhaps even just on one arm like a bodybuilder lifting a weight. The way he imagines himself far too often being carried bridal style in those arms, with Hotch looking down at him from above with that same small, barely there smile that he had on his face a moment ago. The way he knows without question the safety and security he would feel with those arms wrapped around him, holding him, carrying him; keeping him protected from all the criminals they come up against on a daily basis, all the lowlifes they take off the streets to protect others.
Spencer blinks himself back to the present moment, clearing his throat as he looks up at Hotch again, at Hotch’s face, forcing himself not to let his attention drift back to those well-muscled arms that he so desperately wants to feel wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly against the filing cabinet that’s by now supporting practically all of his weight as he struggles to keep his focus on what’s actually going on right now, as opposed to what’s happening in his imagination.
The problem with looking so directly at Hotch’s face, though, is that now he finds his gaze drifting back to Hotch’s lips again, once again imagining how those lips would feel pressed against his, how it would feel to kiss Hotch, how it would feel for Hotch to kiss him.
The thought alone is making him slightly breathless, and if he carries on like this he’s going to end up with his body outing him to the rest of his team, so he clears his throat again and mutters a quiet, “excuse me,” when it’s clear that no one in the room needs any more information from him for the moment, before he slips out of the office and down the hall.
He makes it two corridors away before he leans back against the wall and lets out a shaky sigh, willing his body to get itself back under control before he’s forced to do something he desperately doesn’t want to and take himself into the men’s bathrooms to take of himself.
He doesn’t get the chance to finish deciding what to do, though, because a moment later there’s the sound of footsteps and Spencer presses himself even further back into the wall behind him, hoping he’s at least somewhat hidden by the cabinets on either side of him. Apparently he’s not hidden enough though, because the footsteps stop right in front of the filing cabinet to his left and someone clears their throat.
Spencer’s in the process of deciding if he can come up with a sufficient lie for why he’s hiding behind a filing cabinet in a local police precinct, or whether he can turn around to this person and ask them why they’re questioning him, a highly trained and admired member of one of the most respected sections of the FBI, when it dawns on him that he knows that voice, even if the person hasn’t technically spoken.
“H-Hotch? What are you doing here?” he asks, stepping out of his hiding place and slowly lifting his gaze from the polished black shoes in front of him to the amused expression on his boss’s face.
Shit.
He doesn’t even need to hear Hotch’s response to know that he’s been caught out, and he’s already forming explanations and excuses and apologies in his mind, ready to spill the moment Hotch starts talking because he’s definitely going to lose his job over this, when the sound of Hotch’s laughter finally reaches his ears.
Great, now he’s laughing at me, Spencer thinks, his cheeks heating up as he begins stammering out apologies.
“I’m so, so sorry, Hotch, I don’t… I don’t know what got into me. Well, no, that’s not technically true, I mean… I do know, obviously, it’s you… no, it’s just, well, you got into my mind, that’s all, and I-”
He doesn’t get any further than that before Hotch leans forwards and shuts him up with a kiss, pressing him back against the wall behind him as his arms, oh, those arms, circle around his waist and keep him locked in position against the wall behind him, as those lips press against his and kiss him, and if Spencer could actually form a coherent thought it would be that he’s definitely died and gone to heaven, because there’s just no way that this is happening to him.
When Hotch finally pulls away, Spencer’s panting for breath and his head his spinning and if he didn’t have a tent in the front of his pants before he definitely does now. But, as he’s looking at Hotch, raking his eyes across the body of his boss as the other man smiles and raises an amused eyebrow at him, he sees a similar tent in the front of Hotch’s suit trousers, and he raises his own eyebrow back in shocked disbelief.
“What?” Hotch asks, chuckling at Spencer disbelieving expression, “did you really think I didn’t notice the way you were staring at me in there?”
Spencer’s still getting his breath back, but he manages to grin at Hotch, leaning forwards and wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck while he breathlessly asks, “does the sight of me wanting you drive you crazy?”
Hotch just laughs softly, kissing Spencer softly again before he nods.
“Evidently, yes,” he replies and Spencer grins wider, running a hand through his hair as he tries to come to terms with this development. Fortunately, Hotch is one step ahead of him, because when he looks back down from the ceiling Hotch is holding a hand out towards him that Spencer hesitantly takes.
“Are you free for dinner tomorrow night, assuming we solve this case? Say, 8pm?” he asks and Spencer nods shy smile.
“That sounds perfect,” he replies, walking hand in hand with Hotch back to the conference room.
He’s never been so happy for a case to be solved quickly.
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