Title: 3 unrelated ficlets/drabbles
By: Stacy L.A. Stronach
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: G to NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, just letting them out to play for a while. No infringement, no profit, no sue.
A/N: I haven't been writing much at all lately and need to get back into things. So I went over to syrenslure's random prompt generator, which is cool. Here are three what I wrote.

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No. 1
Prompt: 250-300 words, male character, out of sync

He comes with a shout, cock jerking, hips thrusting shallowly. His lover is still fucking him and Reid watches with half-lidded eyes as Hotch comes, pushing deep inside of his ass.

Reid unwinds his legs from around Hotch's hips as his lover pulls his cock out of Reid's ass. Hotch collapses on the bed next to Reid, laying on his side and wrapping an arm around Reid's waist, holding him close.

Watching his lover as he falls asleep, Reid is amazed, as always, at how much he loves Hotch and how much Hotch loves him. They were colleagues and friends before they became lovers...and it amazes Reid, for all their differences, that they are so in sync. At work, each has, at one point in time, counted on the other knowing him well enough to save his life. Even as lovers, they're on the same wave-length; it's certainly not perfect all the time...but it's better than Reid has ever known.

Reid's always been an outsider-out of sync with his classmates, from elementary school through to college. He was always the youngest, the genius, the freak. Even at the Academy, he'd been the odd man out; there two years early with special permission.

When he'd first joined the BAU, it hadn't been much different, either. He was young, inexperienced, a klutz. Hotch had been the one to help him the most; Reid had quickly learned that if he had a question, he could ask for help-Hotch wouldn't mock him or tease him but would answer or help him as best he could.

Rolling over, Reid pulls Hotch closer to him, pressing a gentle kiss against the now sleeping man's lips. "I love you," he says and he is surprised when Hotch's eyes open and he smiles.

"I love you, too, Spencer."

(302 words)
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No. 2
Drabble; porn; beneath me

They're both hot, sweaty and panting. Hotch is slamming into his lover's ass, hard and fast, tempo increasing as he gets nearer to his climax. He's stroking Reid's dick, matching the pace of his thrusts. Heavy breathing and the slide of flesh against flesh are the only sounds in the room.

He watches Reid's face, fascinated by the play of emotions that pass over it. Then Reid is gasping Hotch's name, body arching as he nears orgasm. Reid's eyes open and they're staring at each other; their gazes are open, honest, raw and full of love; no words are necessary.

(100 words)
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No. 3
1st person POV; male character; chopsticks (yes, really!)

"I hate chopsticks," I say, trying not to pout. "Wooden torture instruments-that's all they are."

Hotch chuckles eating his supper, quite easily, with the chopsticks. "Like this," he says, lifting up his hand to show me how he's holding them. "It's really not that hard." And he smirks at me.

We're in a small conference room at the Cincinnati PD department, reviewing case files in a serial rapist case. Morgan and Prentiss are at the last crime scene looking for clues, while JJ and Rossi have gone to the hospital to see if the latest survivor is willing to talk to them. We're eating while we work on the files. Well, Hotch is eating, I'm attempting to eat.

I resist the urge to stick my tongue out at him. Instead, I attempt to copy his hold, but, as usual, the chopsticks slip and my food falls on the table. "I'm going to go and see if I can find a fork."

"Wait a second," Hotch says, moving to sit on my right side, sitting sideways on the chair. He picks up the chopsticks, then takes my hand and places them in the correct position.

I'm finding it hard to really pay attention-it's all I can do to keep my breathing even, having him so close to me. His knee is touching my thigh; that and his hand on mine, send a surge of heat through my body straight to my dick. Oh, fuck, I hope he doesn't notice.

He's contorted my fingers around the chopsticks, and smiling at me, he takes his hand off of mine and says, "C'mon, try it."

I do and still manage to mess it up; my fingers slip. "Damn it. I just can't-"

His resets my hold on the chopsticks, but this time, leaves his hand wrapped around mine-and I'm staring at his hand like an idiot. I notice, not for the first time, the dark hair on the back of his broad hand, the hair on his thick fingers. Oh, god, now he's helping me eat, picking up the noodles and then bringing my hand up so I can eat.

We do this several times, I'm hardly able to think let alone count. Finally, I turn my head and look at him only to find him staring at me with an intensity that gives me butterflies in my stomach. Hotch slides his hand down my arm, hand holding onto my forearm gently. The air is suddenly heavy-with expectation or merely my own desire, I don't quite know but whatever it is, Hotch seems to be feeling it too. If I'm reading him right.

"Spencer," he says in a whisper, leaning closer to me, "I want-"

Before he can finish telling me what he wants, the door bursts open and Morgan walks in, saying something about something they've found at the scene. I don't know and don't care what he's saying-all I know is that the moment is gone.

Hotch leans back slowly, taking his hand off my arm. "I think you've got it now, Reid," he says.

Morgan has noticed the food and started digging in. "Finally figured out how to use those things, genius boy?" he teases.

"Bite me," I say as I glower at him and then manage to use the chopsticks on my own. I glance at Hotch, who is standing up. Right now, I'm hating Morgan with the passion of at least a thousand fiery suns-I'm sure that I'll never get another chance with Hotch. For whatever might've happened.

But then Hotch leans in and whispers in my ear, "We'll finish this later," before moving back to his own chair. And, just like that, I'm filled with hope again and I smile as I finish eating my supper with the chopsticks.

(610 words)
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