Title: Five a Day
Author: nebula99
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: FRAO
Type: Slash
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Summary: "You can't do that here!" hisses Hotch. "Spencer, get up."
A/N: Written as a birthday present for slash_girl .***
Hotch walks over the window of his office and opens a crack in the blinds. He can see Reid sitting at his desk. The young man reaches into his satchel and brings out a banana. He peels it slowly, gently pulling down the soft yellow skin in a delicate motion. Then he dips his head slightly and closes his lips around the top of the fruit. Reid shuts his eyes and his lips press against the creamy flesh, holding it firm for a moment. Hotch watches him closely and shudders briefly as Reid pulls away from the banana with a jerk of his head. The bite he has taken is tiny and he swallows quickly, opening his eyes and looking up at Hotch's office as he does so.With a slight smile playing on his lips, Reid returns his attention to his snack. Hotch holds his breath as the young man's tongue darts out, quickly licking the sweet fruit. Then he slides his mouth down the length of the banana, his eyelids fluttering closed as he holds it captive in the circle of his lips. No-one else has noticed him. Hotch, however, can look at nothing else. His cock is rock hard and it is all he can do not to thrust against the low office wall. Reid gives a light toss of his hair, tearing the banana flesh and again looking up at Hotch's window. He chews slowly, his cheeks bulging slightly and Hotch places a hand over his erection, feeling its heat through the cloth of his pants.Morgan turns to Reid and asks him something. Reid returns to eating the banana in a normal, non-sluttish way and Hotch lets out a small groan of disappointment. He turns away from the window and goes back to his desk and the report waiting for him.A short while later, there is a knock at his door and Reid enters. He closes the door firmly behind him and sits down opposite Hotch. He has a devilish smile on his face."Can I help you Spencer?" asks Hotch, starting to smile back. "Did you enjoy your banana?""You know how important it is to get your five portions of fruit and vegetables a day," smirks Reid. "But I'm still a little hungry."Hotch looks down at his watch. "I have to finish these files," he says, sifting through them, "And then I guess we could go. Do you want to get pizza?"He looks up and then frowns in surprise. Reid isn't there. "Spencer?"Hotch hears a rustle and looks down to see Reid sliding on his belly under Hotch's desk. It is an old fashioned office desk, with drawers on either side and a gap in the middle to sit in. Reid wriggles and squirms into the gap and kneels between Hotch's legs. He looks up at Hotch with an impish grin.Hotch lets out a sigh. "What are you doing, Spencer?""I said I was hungry," says Reid, "So I want something to suck." He runs his long fingers up Hotch's thigh and then walks them to the now bulging crotch."You can't do that here!" hisses Hotch. "Spencer, get up.""Relax, Aaron," grins Reid, "This desk has a back, remember? Nobody can see and it's kind of cosy in here."Hotch glances into the dark space Reid is kneeling in. He is amazed that the young man has managed to fold his long limbs into such a small area. His eyes are shining and despite Hotch's misgivings, Reid's grin is infectious and he finds himself smiling back. "It would be nice, Spence, but we can't," he says regretfully. "But we could do something similar at your place "“ your desk would work."Reid responds by leaning forward and pressing his open mouth against Hotch's zipper. He looks up. "I'm not moving," he says defiantly, "You'll have to manhandle me out and I'll scream. So sit back, Aaron, and enjoy."Hotch groans softly, half from desire and half from exasperation. Reid can be amazingly stubborn and he doesn't doubt that trying to extract him from underneath the desk could be almost impossible. It was the same when Reid developed a desire for outdoor sex; he had worn Hotch down with constant pleading and finally just stripped off on a walk in the woods. Of course Hotch couldn't say no to him and Reid took full advantage.Hotch is passive as Reid undoes his belt and opens his pants. The young man leans over and plants a kiss on Hotch's exposed skin. Then he grasps the waistband of Hotch's boxers between his teeth and expertly lifts it over his cock. Hotch's erection springs free and he gasps."Mmm, tasty," whispers Reid. He looks so cute at that moment, so thrilled with the naughtiness of what they are doing and so pleased with himself, that Hotch relaxes a little. After all, it can't hurt to indulge your lover once in a while. Hotch strokes Reid's hair away from his face and caresses the back of his neck.Reid places one hand around the base of Hotch's cock and dips his head. He licks at the head and Hotch shudders. Reid plants a gentle kiss on the end of Hotch's cock and then slides his lips down, taking just the head into his mouth. He begins to suck softly, running his tongue up and down and Hotch lets out a needy moan. He closes his eyes and lifts his hips slightly, pushing his cock deeper into Reid's welcoming mouth. He has one hand pushed into Reid's hair and the other hand is gripping the edge of his desk. He is getting a blow job at work and it feels great. Hotch relaxes and gives himself up to the pleasure of it all.A knock and the sound of his door handle twisting startles him. Hotch's eyes snap open to see his office door moving inwards. For a moment he wonders how and then realises that Reid didn't lock the door. The door opens further and Prentiss comes into the room. In a panic, Hotch tries to move back, but Reid has curled one hand around his calf and he cannot go anywhere. Besides, any attempts to stand up will reveal that he is, in fact, getting off in his office."Most people wait to be told to come in," says Hotch, his voice a little higher than normal.After his initial instinct to pull away from Reid's mouth, Hotch realises that the best thing he can do is to actually push his crotch further under the desk to completely cover what is going on. He already dislikes Prentiss "“ and now he detests her."Sorry," she says, looking particularly unapologetic. "Do you have a second, Sir?"Hotch has no other choice. "Yes," he sighs. After all, he can hardly say "Actually, I'm being fellated at the moment "“ can you come back in ten minutes?"As he pushes his cock further into Reid's mouth, he feels a silent chuckle reverberate along the shaft. He daren't glance down but he feels sure that the young man will be delighted at the sheer naughtiness of what he is doing.Prentiss hands him a document. Reluctantly, Hotch moves his hand out from under the desk to take it as sitting there with one hand under the desk just looks odd. The wet warmth on his cock is tantalising and he has to force himself to look at the paper in front of him."As you can see," says Prentiss, her voice grating, "The profile circulated by the LAPD has glaring inconsistencies."Hotch tries to read the words in front of him, but at that moment, Reid moves his head forwards and deep throats Hotch's cock. Hotch feels his face flush and he lets out an involuntary gasp.Prentiss gives him a smile. "Shocking, isn't it?" she nods."Ahh, um, yes," replies Hotch, his voice quivering as he feels Reid's lips touching the base of his cock. The sensation of Reid's tongue lapping steadily on the underside of his cock causes him to clench his fist to avoid crying out.Hotch continues to stare blankly at the document as Prentiss prattles. He isn't listening. Instead he is concentrating on the pressure growing in his balls and wondering how on earth Reid is managing to keep on sucking his cock so deeply. He really hopes he doesn't get a cramp in his jaw and be forced to bite down.A rummaging movement near his leg suggests that Reid might be undoing his pants. The sucking and licking never falters and Hotch is amazed at Reid's ability to suck cock like this. He feels Reid's arm moving and wonders if Reid is jacking off under the desk. He would like to see that. He needs to get rid of Prentiss.Feeling the juddering sensations building in his cock and knowing he won't last much longer, Hotch concentrates on speaking very quickly to woman in his office."Thank you Prentiss, I'll take a good look at this when I've finished these reports. I'll speak to you about it later."She nods at him. "Yes, sir," and then walks out of his office. As the door closes behind her with an audible click, Reid slips his fingers behind Hotch's balls. He presses on the sensitive area, whilst at the same time swallowing, sending sparks of sensation down Hotch's cock.The stimulation is all too much and he cannot hold on any longer. Throwing his head back, Hotch grasps the edge of his desk with both hands. Closing his eyes, he jerks his hips and comes in a series of shudders and gasps, hissing "Spencer," as he pumps salty fluid into his mouth.Hotch pants heavily, relishing the gentle movements of Reid's tongue over his still heavy cock. That is definitely the best blow job he has ever had. His whole body is glowing.Hotch jumps as the door opens again."Sir?" says a far too familiar voice."Yes, Prentiss?" he snaps, turning his head to look at her. His eyes are dilated and he is still breathless and flushed.Prentiss gives him a strange look. "I can't find Dr. Reid," she says.Hotch's brain is still drifting in a post-orgasmic haze. "Who?""Dr. Spencer Reid, Sir," frowns Prentiss, "I wanted to ask him about something.""Why should I know where he is?" asks Hotch sharply, as a frantic shuddering movement and then a sudden pinching grip on his inside thigh reminds him that Dr. Spencer Reid is in fact under his desk and has undoubtedly just come. "He's probably gone home.""Oh," says Prentiss, looking disappointed. "Maybe I'll ask him tomorrow.""You do that," nods Hotch curtly. "Close the door behind you."After she has gone, Hotch sighs and rolls his chair backwards. His soft cock slips out of Reid's mouth and he looks down to see his lover licking semen off his hand. He smirks at Hotch and looks very pleased with himself, his hazel eyes twinkling. Hotch feels his stomach somersault and he bends to kiss him on the forehead."You, Spence, are a liability," Hotch says with a smile."But that's why you love me," grins Reid, tilting his face so Hotch can kiss his lips."Come out before your knees seize up," says Hotch, gently helping Reid climb out from under the desk. Reid perches on his desk and strokes Hotch's cheek."That was amazing, sweetheart," says Hotch, "How did you keep that up?"Reid beams at him. "I used a banana," he replies."What?" frowns Hotch. "What are you talking about?""I did some research," replies Reid, tucking his shirt into his pants. "I needed to learn how to flatten my tongue properly and to desensitise my pharyngeal reflex." He smiles at Hotch's confused expression. "It means overcoming the urge to gag. I read a lot, but like any physical skill, it needs to be learned by repeated practical application.""You've been practising?" gasps Hotch."Hence the banana," replies Reid with a wink.Hotch shakes his head. "You're unbelievable," he says. "No wonder you've been buying so many.""They're good for you as well," smiles Reid. "Bananas are an excellent source of potassium, although not, incidentally, as good as avocados. Actually . . ."Hotch silences Reid by standing up and kissing him. "Time to go, Spencer," he says, "You might have had a snack, but I haven't had anything."Hotch checks that the bull pen is empty and then ushers Reid out of his office. "Take out it is then, you choose."A cheeky smile dances across Reid's lips. "We could get pizza," he says, "It's not exactly high in nutritional value but there's always dessert at my place."Hotch lets out a soft groan. "Does it involve bananas?" he says, pressing the button on the elevator."Nah, I've used them all," replies Reid with a chuckle. He thinks for a moment. "I do have some avocados though . . ."