Title: Birthday Boy
By: QueenSeance
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) Catamite, 2) I'm Already Gone
Summary: Hotch decides to give Reid something a little different for his birthday.
Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, any part of it. I do this for no profit. Do not bother suing me; I literally don't have a penny to my name. Thank God for sugar daddies… Kidding.

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"You were born an original, don't die a copy," - John Mason

Reid walked up to Hotch's door, quite curious to see what he was up to. His boss had called Reid into his office to talk to him after they had gotten back from a case. He'd followed Hotch inside and closed the door, Reid briefly wondering if he was in trouble for something. He couldn't think of anything he'd done wrong, but just because he couldn't didn't mean there was nothing.

"Sit down. You're not in trouble Spencer, so calm down," said Hotch, and Reid visibly relaxed. Reid knew that it must have to do with their relationship; otherwise Hotch wouldn't have called him Spencer. Hotch smiled a bit. "I want you to stay with me tonight. I think we both need to unwind."

Reid rubbed the back of his neck, saying, "Okay, I'm still sore though." Hotch had looked away and Reid was suddenly embarrassed. Most of their cases were anything but routine, but this one had been especially harrowing. When the UnSub had been cornered, he'd grabbed Reid and threatened to snap his neck unless the others put their guns down. The man ended up causing a slight twinge in Reid's neck but nothing more. Hotch had been cool as a cucumber, but on the plane he'd gone so far as to hold his hand while the others slept. Usually, he didn't even allow that.

"I know. Would you stay though?" Hotch queried.

Reid smiled. "Of course."

And now he was wondering if something was up. It seemed like this was strangely formal just for the two agents to be spending the night together. Reid gave up trying to figure out what was going on, and he knocked on the front door. Hotch answered, wearing a bathrobe, which made Reid do a double take. Reid stepped inside and asked, "What's going on Aaron?" Hotch closed the door and locked it.

"We missed an important day while we were working on this last case," said Hotch. Reid looked at him, not sure what he was talking about. "Your birthday, Spencer. We missed your birthday."

"Oh my God…" Reid slapped his hand to his forehead. "You're right! I forgot my own birthday!"

"It was a hard case. So I decided to surprise you. Come on, Spencer." Hotch lead Reid into the bedroom, then the en suite bathroom. Hotch hadn't done anything elaborate; he'd run a bath for Reid, along with a few other treats. There was Beethoven's Fur Elise playing, and that made Reid smile. It was one of his favorites.

Hotch quietly began to undress Reid, not needing to say a word. Reid was so touched by this he almost felt like he was going to cry. He didn't often like people to make grandiose gestures for any day, let alone his birthday. But this was sedate, private and most of all, just very Hotch. When he was naked, Hotch helped him into the tub. Reid sank into the water and he smiled. "This feels wonderful, thank you. But why do I smell food?"

"Because there is food," said Hotch, kissing the top of Reid's head. "I thought you would need something more substantial than chocolate or cake. So, I made grilled cheese." Reid wanted to laugh, but it was thoughtful and very Hotch. He wasn't one to put up a huge fuss or frills for any event. This set up alone was quite a surprise.

"This is better than cake," he replied, picking up a sandwich and nearly shoving it into his mouth. They shared the sandwiches while Reid soaked in the tub. He looked adorable as he nibbled on them, and Hotch smiled and wiped a few crumbs from the corner of Reid's mouth.

"Are you ready for the next part?" Hotch asked, and Reid raised an eyebrow. Rather than explaining, Hotch stood and slipped out of his robe. He sat behind Reid in the tub, the two awkwardly positioning themselves until they were comfortable.

"Very nice," said Reid, grinning.

Hotch began to rub Reid's shoulders, whispering to him, "I just want you to relax."

"I'm getting there, quite quickly," Reid said. His eyes closed as he relaxed further against his lover, Hotch gently working the knots out of the genius' shoulders and back. When his superior's fingers got to Reid's neck, the doctor winced. "That hurts."

"Hold still," Hotch replied. He had hold of Reid's head, and he twisted a bit, fixing the boy's neck.

"Ow! Oh Hotch… Actually that feels much better. Thank you," he turned a bit in the water so he could kiss his boss. Hotch kissed him back, suddenly affected by the feeling of Reid's slick body against his own. They were suddenly kissing hard, Reid's arms thrown around Hotch's shoulders while Hotch fisted his hands in the boy's hair.

This happened with Reid and Hotch sometimes. They could be performing the most mundane, ordinary tasks and suddenly a spark would flare between them. It was difficult to control whenever they were at work, sometimes they would even need to spend the rest of the day away from each other. But they were in the privacy of Hotch's home, and they didn't have to control anything. This was sudden, unintentional, and wonderful because after being wound up and stressed out so long, they could have each other. They broke apart, panting, and Hotch said, "Why don't we continue this in the bedroom?"

"Yes, yes please," Reid whined. It wasn't one of his sexier tendencies, but Hotch thought it was adorable. He stepped out of the tub, and then surprised Reid by picking him up and wrapping him in a large towel before setting him down. Their lips were crashing again as Hotch struggled to get Reid dry. The boy wasn't making it easy either. Reid had managed to reach down to let the water out of the tub, but once that task was finished he was laying teasing touches wherever he could lay his hands.

Hotch swept Reid into the bedroom, the two still devouring each other's mouths. He just barely managed to lay the younger agent on the bed, and Reid dragged Hotch down with him. He let the senior agent settled on top of him, groaning as Reid tried to grind their hips together.

"Spencer, look at me," Hotch commanded, and Reid did as he was told. Hotch was finding it difficult to focus enough to talk. "You're okay with this?" They didn't normally go this fast.

Reid kissed him, then grinned, "Yes, more than okay! I want you Aaron." Hotch spread Reid's legs, while Reid pulled him closer. Ever since they'd gotten back together, Hotch had encouraged him to voice his wants and desires more often. In this case, he just wanted to go hard, maybe even get Hotch to loosen up more.

He grabbed the lube, and then passed it to the older man. Hotch accepted it gratefully; he squirted it onto his fingers, then without warning he bit Reid. Another discovery they'd both delighted in. Hotch was a biter, and Reid liked to be bitten.

Hotch jammed a finger inside Reid's body, the boy crying out at the sudden invasion. But he didn't let Hotch stop; instead he pushed himself downwards. Hotch took the hint and pressed another finger inside. This would be quick because at the rate they were going, Hotch doubted that either of them would last. He scissor his fingers, then was surprised to feel a hand fix around his own cock.

Reid had grabbed the lube and decided to take matters into his own hands, so to speak. He was careful to make sure Hotch was slick before begging, "Please Aaron, fuck me! Please!" Hotch growled at him, but nodded. He removed his fingers, replacing them with his dick. The sudden, swift penetration made Reid scream.

There was no adjustment period. Hotch drilled into Reid, and for his part, Reid enthusiastically bucked under him. Their movements were awkward, but they found a familiar pace. Until Hotch had an idea, something he thought Reid would like very much. He grabbed the young genius' hips, rolling them so suddenly Reid was on top. It caused Hotch to sink farther in, and they cried out in unison.

There was a moment where they just stared at each other, breathing hard and savoring the feeling. But soon they were panting, and driving themselves ever closer towards the edge. Reid was lifting himself up then down, exercising muscles he hadn't used in ages. Hotch grabbed the boy's nearly non-existent hips, thrusting even harder. Neither could keep it up for long; without warning, Reid came onto Hotch's chest.

Having not quite finished, Hotch rolled them again. He was back on top. He lifted Reid's thigh as high as he could, laying into the doctor until finally Hotch achieved his own release.

Most of the night was spent in passionate embraces, and some time around four in the morning, they were enjoying yet another after glow. Reid was curled up against Hotch, his face against his chest. Hotch smiled to him, twirling his fingers in Reid's hair. "I have one more thing for you."

"Mmm… But I've already gotten so much from you," said Reid, looking up at Hotch.

"It's another gift. Stay here," Hotch got up for a moment, and returned to the bed quickly. He smiled, wrapping his arms around Reid as he handed him the present. He kissed his cheek and added, "Happy birthday Spencer."

Reid wasn't surprised to see it was a book. What did surprise him was that it wasn't a regular book. It was a brown, leather bound journal. Reid was a bit surprised and then he grinned. "Really?"

"Really. I know you write to your mother all the time. Why not try writing just for fun?" Hotch queried. "I know how you love to read. And I'm just as sure nearly everyone in the BAU has gotten you books this year. So don't just read, write."

Reid was still smiling, and he hugged Hotch tightly. "Thank you so much Aaron, I love you." Most wouldn't understand why this was such a big deal. Reid was constantly urged to develop his intellect. Hotch was now gently encouraging him to develop his creative side.

Hotch chuckled, and said, "I'm glad you like it. Now get some sleep, my sweet birthday boy. I know a certain someone who is going to have a surprise party waiting for him at work tomorrow."

"How is it a surprise if I know about it?" Asked Reid, laughing.

"I didn't tell you what kind of party it is," said Hotch, which made Reid's eyes widen a bit.

The End

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