Title: Fantasy
Authour: prettychemistry
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Criminal Minds and do not own its characters.
Type: Reid/Morgan/Hotch slash
Summary: This is a trial scene, to see if I can write a) Hotch and b) the dynamic between these three.

***

Spencer was late. He'd been delayed in Seattle, because the conference had gone long, and he was ready to be home. When he opened the door, the smell of something cooking warred with the smell of pizza.
 
Derek was sprawled on the couch, a slice in hand, Clooney looking up at him hopefully from the floor. "I don't think so, man. Go beg Aaron," he was telling the dog, but he looked up and smiled when Spencer entered the room.
 
"Why is Hotch cooking when you have pizza?" Reid asked, toeing off his shoes and setting his satchel on a chair, before eagerly settling onto the squishy couch, leaning against Morgan and accepting the pizza slice that was handed to him. Derek slipped an arm around the younger man's waist.
 
"He said it was my turn to cook. But he didn't like what I was cookin', so I told him to make his own," Morgan's eyes were bright with triumph as he took a big bite of his pizza. Spencer laughed.
 
"Ordering pizza is not cooking!" Hotch called from the kitchen. "It doesn't count, and you know it."
 
Derek grinned. "Bite me!" he called back.
 
"Don't think I won't." Aaron warned, a smile in his voice.
 
"What're you making?" Reid wanted to know.
 
"I know you're eating the pizza," the eldest agent accused.
 
Spencer grinned. "So?"
 
"So you're on his side!"
 
Morgan laughed and pulled Reid closer against him, calling back, "Damn right!"
 
"I'll still have some of yours." Spencer replied diplomatically, rearranging himself so he was sitting between Morgan's legs, leaning back against his chest comfortably. Derek set his pizza down, wiped his hand on his jeans, and slid both arms around Reid, holding him in a firm embrace. "But you'll have to bring it to me, 'cause I'm not getting up."
 
Hotch came out into the living room and shrugged. "Pasta is an excellent breakfast food," he stated authoritatively, going over to the other men and leaning down to kiss Reid quickly. But Spencer didn't want a quick kiss - he gripped Aaron's shirt in his fist and prolonged it, licking at Hotch's lips until he was granted access, eagerly engaging his boss's tongue with his own.
 
With a soft moan, Aaron climbed onto the couch, straddling Spencer's legs, kissing back quite happily.
 
Morgan scoffed. "Poacher."
 
Hotch smiled into the kiss, knowing it was Derek's hands that he could feel unbuttoning his shirt. 

***

Next story in series - Fantasy: In The Beginning.