Title: Catamite
By: QueenSeance
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Reid goes into detail about the precise dictionary definition of a word, Hotch decides to show him what it really means.
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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In America, the young are always ready to give to those who are older than themselves the full benefit of their inexperience. - Oscar Wilde

They were up late. The lack of sleep had nothing to do with stress or fear. They'd just wrapped a case in San Francisco where a man was once again using misguided interpretations of the Bible to justify killing others. Mostly he had been murdering men in their early twenties, saying they had been corrupted by pederasty. Normally they would have been talking on the plane by now, but the fog in the city had been too thick, and they were stuck in their hotel for one more night.

Originally the entire team had gathered in Hotch's room. To eat pizza, drink beer and congratulate each other on a job well done. This wasn't something they did often, but it was treasured by them all when it occurred. One by one they'd gone to bed, until it was just Reid left with Hotch. He was still in full babble mode and Hotch didn't have the heart to try and stop him. It was, frankly, too cute. Hotch chided himself for thinking that, but it was no use.

"It's still confusing too that he used the word catamite," said Reid as he paced. "That would refer to a boy or youth in a homosexual relationship with his mentor. None of the men killed were in relationships with older men, if they were even gay or in a relationship at all, with anyone." He glanced over and noticed that Hotch was watching him like a hawk. His eyebrows drew together in confusion for a moment. Why was his boss looking at him like that? He continued on his ramble.

"So the youth in order to be a catamite would need to fit those criteria, and be in the age range of about twelve to seventeen according to modern estimates. Though it has been accepted the term also applied to men in their late teens and early twenties as it seemed to depend more on a state of mind. And according to Socrates, pederasty was supposed to be more of a mentor teaching a boy about life rather than anything sexual."

The doctor sat on the end of his bed, running his fingers through his hair. It looked as though Reid would start up again, so Hotch put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Reid, stop." The younger agent nodded. Hotch was always kind enough to remind him when he was going too far with his ramble. It wasn't that his superior was being rude; usually it was Reid himself who was being unintentionally rude when he did such things.

"You're missing the point of what that means, anyway," said Hotch, and Reid looked at him curiously.

"What do you mean?"

Hotch slipped closer to Reid on the bed, so close that their thighs were touching. Reid tensed a bit, but he didn't try to put any distance between them. The older man pushed some of the young agent's hair out of his face. "A mentor in such a relationship doesn't just teach about academics or philosophy, or life. They can also teach about love… All forms of it."

Hotch was so close now, with a deep breath their lips would be touching. Reid was a bit confused, but he had a sudden impulse and wanted to follow through with it. He bravely gave his boss a peck on the lips. It was quick, and quite chaste, like a kiss you would give to your father. Hotch smiled at him and cupped the side of Reid's face, making the boy look at him.

He was searching the doctor's eyes, sensing nervousness but there was also an eager edge to it. Hotch risked it, and brought Reid in for another kiss. This one was more sensual than the last.

Hotch kissed him slowly, tongues delicately tangled with each other. He grazed his teeth along Reid's lower lip and the boy gasped. He pulled away, tilting Reid's chin so that golden brown eyes met black."Do you want me to teach you, Spencer?" He asked; his tone husky but quiet.

"Please," he whimpered. Reid wasn't sure why he was agreeing to this, but he was inflamed and intrigued now. Curiosity was getting the better of him. Hotch lay him down on the bed, kissing him again. He wanted to show the younger agent, who was more like a boy than a man in some ways, how amazing making love or having sex could be. There was a distinct difference between the two, and this would be making love. They did love each other in their way, perhaps not in a romantic sense, or at least not yet. But it wouldn't be just random sex, that wasn't what either needed.

Reid needed to feel loved. He'd spent so much of his life alone. He was stronger than he looked, much stronger, inside and out. But having a mother who was hardly aware of him due to her mental illness, his high intellect isolating him from his peers throughout school into his adult life, and his awkwardness forming even the most casual of friendships, he didn't know what that was like.

Hotch needed to feel loved. Ever since Haley had left and taken Jack with her, it was almost as though there was a void in his life, one that was growing larger all of the time. It wasn't just their absence that caused this, but his work. He loved his work, but in the same breath it was causing him to be more and more distant with everyone. This included his team.

Hotch deftly tugged on Reid's tie, the knot coming loose easily. Once it was gone, Hotch unbuttoned the collar of Reid's shirt, and proceeded to suck on his neck. Reid moaned at that, a gentle sigh leaving him when Hotch broke contact. When he was suitably distracted with kisses, Hotch went to work on the rest of Reid's clothing.

He laid small butterfly kisses along the skin he exposed, showing affection and stimulating him at the same time. He undid Reid's pants and pushed them down his skinny legs. Hotch reveled in touching the youth's smooth skin, and Reid enjoyed being touched by him.

Hotch got off the bed and stood. He undressed for the other man, sort of putting on a show for him. He put his body on display for Reid, including his stiff cock. He crawled back into the bed. They were kissing again, and Hotch took hold of Reid's member. He stroked the boy, eliciting moans from him. He was still nervous, but he looked up at his superior and said, "Aaron… I trust you. Please?"

"Shhh… Let me show you Spencer, let me please you." Hotch kissed his way down the svelte body, but this time he took Reid's shaft into his mouth. The older agent drew hard on his cock, fingers grasping the boy's thighs.

Reid was panting, hardly able too believe it let alone form words. He bit his lip, hips bucking forward. Hotch pulled away, giving Reid a rare smile. The doctor whined; he'd been so close he wanted to cry in frustration. Hotch put a finger to Reid's lips, effectively silencing him. "Don't gripe; it will get much better. Be patient."

He left the bed again and Reid couldn't see what he was doing, it appeared as though Hotch were fiddling with his go bag. He practically slithered back onto the bed, using movements that were surprisingly graceful. He had a small tube of lube along with a condom. That made Reid raise a surprised eyebrow and Hotch answered the silent question. "You know what they say. Better to have them and not need them… I am glad I need them this time."

They kissed, and Hotch began to prepare Reid. He spread his legs, and coated two of his fingers in the lube. He took it slow with the younger agent, as he had a suspicion that this was Reid's first time. It was confirmed by Reid himself a moment later when he muttered, "I've never done this before."

"At all?" Hotch asked and Reid nodded. Hotch pressed their lips together once again, He wasn't above using a good diversion twice, and he pushed a finger inside the boy.

"Oh my God!" Reid whispered harshly. He didn't talk after that unless it was in guttural moans or contented sighs. Hotch tried to keep going slow, but this was something he wanted too. Badly. Things were moving in a whirlwind of kisses and hurried motions. By that time, he had not one but three fingers inside of Reid, and the profiler was writhing.

Hotch removed his fingers. He tore open the condom with his teeth, and rolled it onto his own erection. This, by then, was weeping from being denied any kind of touch. He spread Reid's legs a bit wider, and slicked himself up as much as he could. Hotch kissed Reid, and pushed into him. He gasped.

Reid seized at the sudden intrsion, he was so close to coming already but now he hurt so much! Hotch held still, caressing Reid's face and cooing, "It's all right, it hurts at first but it will get better." Reid was so tight, it took nearly all of Hotch's strength to hold still and give the boy a chance to adjust. He waited, then when he felt they were both ready, commenced movement.

It was all a blur to Reid now. He felt such intense thrills in his body. They were working through his nerves and blood. Reid was overpowered by them. He whimpered, he moaned, he gasped for air while Hotch impaled him repeatedly. But he wasn't loud about it until his superior grasped his sex again.

That did it for Reid. With a few strokes of Hotch's hand coupled with the incessant pounding inside of him, that sweet spot was hit. The doctor had no way to describe it or anything to compare it to; he wasn't even completely sure what had happened. He came harder than he had in his entire life. The orgasm was so forceful his vision exploded into white and he thought he was blind, and his seed came in thick strands, splashing between them.

Hotch wasn't immune to this either. When his climax had struck, Reid's inner muscles had tightened in a vice-like grip around his cock. The younger agent had drawn Hotch down into his orgasm with him; with a few final thrusts to ride out the orgasm, Hotch came as well. He painted Reid's insides in his own seed, and then all was still and quiet. There hadn't been any sound from either party when that wave had rolled over them. Reid had held his breath and Hotch had bitten his lip.

For a few minutes, neither one spoke. They panted, trying to catch their breath without much success. They were covered in a light sheen of sweat; sticky from the perspiration and Reid's come. Finally though, and it seemed to take ages, Hotch withdrew from the slim body beneath him. He brushed the damp curls away from Reid's face and smiled tenderly at him.

"And what did you learn, Spencer?" Hotch asked, teasing him.

The boy curled up with him and said sleepily, "That I have more to learn."

Hotch laughed, a rich laugh, and tugged Reid out of the bed. "Come on, we both need a shower."

The End

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Next story in series - I'm Already Gone.