Title: Foretold
Author: nebula99
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Type: Slash
Pairing: Hotch/Reid/Morgan
Summary: "I was twelve years old when I started college," said Reid quietly. "Not many students want to be arrested for having sex with a minor."
Prompt: "Prophecy Girl" for dooooooom
Taboos: Voyeurism, Threesome, setting up a co-worker
Warning: Season 3 spoilers. Not big ones though.
A/N: Beta read by slash_girl who gave not only good grammar, but suggestions and cheerleading also. Thank you. Any further mistakes are mine.

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It is one of the superstitions of the human mind to have imagined that virginity could be a virtue.
Voltaire

It had started off as such an innocuous conversation about the disastrous effect the BAU could have on your social life.

"Anyway, Reid," chuckled Morgan. "Someone must have found you hot. It's not like you're still a virgin is it?"

Reid glanced at Morgan and then quickly looked away. He didn't answer the question.

Morgan frowned at him. "C'mon, you're not - are you?"

"Just drop it," muttered Reid, his face turning red. He bowed his head and let his hair hang over his face, curtaining his embarrassment.

"Seriously?" asked Morgan, incredulity in his voice. "You haven't done it?"

Reid's silence cloaked the room.

Unable to stop himself, Morgan continued. Like a truck with no brakes careering down a hill, he asked the question again. "Reid - are you really a virgin?"

"Just what part of drop it don't you understand?" snapped Reid, turning so that his whole body was away from Morgan.

"But you went to college," said Morgan. "Every one has sex at college."

"I was twelve years old when I started college," said Reid quietly. "Not many students want to be arrested for having sex with a minor."

Morgan finally understood. "Oh," he replied, crestfallen. "I didn't think."

Pulling the strap of his messenger bag over his head, Reid stood up. "Well maybe you should," he said sharply. "Now, can we please drop it?"

Morgan nodded as Reid hurried out of the room.

But he just couldn't drop it.

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"No," replied Garcia, not glancing round from her screen. She kept on scrolling, fluffy pen tapping on the desk as she searched the files.

"Baby girl, you don't even know what I'm asking!" replied Morgan with a grin.

"Sure I do and the answer is no," said Garcia. She continued with her work.

Morgan folded his arms and leaned back against the closed door. "C'mon, sweet thing," he said, "Just hear me out."

Slamming her pen onto the desk, Garcia spun round on her chair to face him, folding her arms across her chest and glaring. "Fire away then, Mister Man. Let me hear you pitch Spencer Reid's virginity to me."

"What?" said Morgan, his hand flying to his chest in fake outrage.

"Sweetheart, don't give up the day job," she replied, "Your acting sucks." She frowned at him. "Go on then, try and convince me to pop his cherry for you."

Pulling the other chair over, Morgan sat down with a sigh. "Mama, it sounds so bad when you say it like that."

"Well, duh!" said Garcia. "It is bad. Does Reid even know you are pimping him out to the rest of the BAU?"

Morgan shook his head. "I'm not," he muttered, "I just asked -"

"Emily, who turned you down," interrupted Garcia, "And now me. If JJ wasn't pregnant, you'd have asked her too. Hell, you probably have!"

"How did you know?" started Morgan, and then he shook his head. "Never mind, you always do."

Garcia gave a snort. "Why don't you just send a memo? Doctor Spencer Reid is still virgo intacta at the shockingly mature age of twenty seven. Potential deflowerers should apply to SSA Derek 'Mrs Robinson' Morgan."

"Darlin', I'm only trying to help him. He's nearly thirty!"

Garcia narrowed her eyes. "One, he doesn't need your help. Two, I'm guessing he doesn't actually want your help. Three, not everyone wants to have sex and four - you are asking all the wrong sort of people. Spencer Reid likes boys."

"What?" said Morgan in surprise. "Reid isn't gay!"

Rolling her eyes, Garcia swatted him with her hand. "Honeypie," she said, "Firstly, my gaydar is never wrong and secondly, he has a crush on a certain strong silent unit chief. Believe me, the mild mannered Doctor Reid is indeed friends with Dorothy."

She giggled at Morgan's puzzled expression. "I don't know why you're acting all surprised. I know about you and Hotch."

"What about me and Hotch?"

Garcia's eyes twinkled. "I know that sometimes you two, you know, dance the horizontal cha-cha-cha. It's no biggie, dreamboy, everyone needs to release a little tension now and again."

Morgan put his head in his hands and groaned. "Do you miss anything?" he asked.

Garcia spun her chair around to face her computer screens once again. "Not much, no," she said with a smile. "So leave Reid alone and stop trying to supersize his sex life, cos I'll know if you've been making trouble again. He's real sensitive about the subject - so drop it."

Morgan nodded as he walked out of the room.

But he just couldn't drop it.

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Two days later, he found himself in Hotch's office, explaining his plan to Hotch.

Who was looking at him as though he had just suggested an annual naked day at the BAU.

Ignoring the looks of incredulity and disdain that swept over Hotch's features, Morgan carried on.

"So we make it casual. I'm guessing your place would do. We have a couple of beers, maybe watch a movie and then we can make out and the kid can watch."

"He can watch?" asked Hotch, his voice sharp.

"Yeah," replied Morgan. "Then, if he wants to, he can, you know, join in."

"Join in?" repeated Hotch. His eyebrows rose ever higher.

Morgan scratched awkwardly at his neck. "He's only ever gotten to first base, man. And Reid's not exactly what you call outgoing. He needs someone he can trust."

Hotch took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. "In that case, why are you asking me to be involved? You're his friend - I'm his boss."

Morgan swallowed. He didn't really believe in this crush Garcia had mentioned but he needed to find a way to get Hotch to be involved. He decided to be more candid.

"Losing your virginity - it should be special, right?"

Hotch nodded. "Ideally."

"Reid doesn't exactly have a lot of friends. We are probably the closest people he has. He feels safe with us." Morgan paused and cleared his throat. "It's going to mean a lot to him and if there's just one person there, he might wind up falling for them." Morgan sighed and looked at Hotch.

"Go on," said Hotch, his voice gentle.

"I can't be what he needs," said Morgan earnestly. "I'm not the right person for him to settle down with and get a dog. If it's both of us, then he gets to have a good time with the two people he feels closest to, but . . ."

Hotch finished the sentence for him. "But without the risk of him forming too close an emotional attachment."

"Yeah," muttered Morgan. Hotch was staring at him with the intensity that he usually reserved for suspects and Morgan had to look away. No wonder so many of them cracked.

There was a short period of silence, during which Morgan kept his gaze on the floor. He could almost hear Hotch considering, weighing up the pros and cons and making a decision.

"Okay," he said, eventually. "I can see the logic of it being both of us. Do you want to invite him? If he is really sensitive about the subject, just keep it casual."

Morgan looked up and shrugged. "Of course." He grinned at Hotch. "Friday night?"

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Morgan squatted by Reid's desk and spoke in a soft voice. "Reid, have you got a minute?"

Reid turned to him and sighed. "Please - I asked you to drop it. I don't want to talk about my 'special gift', okay?"

Morgan looked affronted. "I wasn't talking about it! Why are you so damn touchy?"

"I'm not touchy," hissed Reid. "I just don't want to talk about it. My private life is just that - private."

Morgan held his hands up. "Okay, okay. I get it. I was just going to ask you to come over to Hotch's place for a movie on Friday night."

Reid narrowed his eyes, looking at Morgan suspiciously. "Why?"

"Because you're a friend and because Hotch could use some company. Are you busy or what?"

Reid glared at him and then turned back to his work. "You know damn well that I'm not busy."

There was a pause, during which Reid huffed and Morgan waited and then Reid spoke. "What time?" he muttered.

Morgan grinned.

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Although he might not have approved of Morgan's plan for the evening if he had known it in advance, Hotch had to concede that it did work. He would have vetoed the movie choice of Brokeback Mountain as far too obvious, but it did have a positive effect. Reid's reaction to the ending led to him leaving the room quite without prompting, sniffling and muttering about allergies.

As the lock slid noisily across on the bathroom door, Morgan ushered Hotch into the bedroom and, making sure that the door was propped open, pulled of his t-shirt. Then, with one eye on the bathroom opposite, they began to kiss.

When he emerged, still red-eyed and sniffing, Reid was as shocked as both of them had predicted. Instead of running away, however, he stood and watched open-mouthed until Hotch told him to come in and make himself comfortable. The young man obeyed as if it was a direct order, and then Hotch and Morgan continued to make out in front of him.

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A faint whimper made both men turn towards their audience. Reid was sitting with his legs apart, gripping the chair with both hands. His face was flushed and his pupils dilated with desire. The bulge in his jeans confirmed just how turned on he was.

"You okay, Reid?" asked Morgan in a husky voice. "Enjoying the show?"

Wide-eyed, Reid didn't speak but just nodded, his head moving slowly up and down. He shifted in his seat and swallowed hard, his knuckles turning white as he clung to the chair.

Morgan licked his way up Hotch's neck and then whispered in his ear. "The kid's gonna come in his pants real soon."

Groaning Hotch nodded, sliding his hand up Morgan's chest. "So do we let him?" he asked quietly, rubbing at Morgan's nipple.

Morgan's response was a feline grin, followed by him disentangling himself from Hotch and moving off the bed. Hotch watched as his partner walked the few steps to where Reid was sitting and then dropped to his knees in front of the young man.

Morgan reached out and began to unbuckle Reid's belt.

"Wh . . . wh . . . what are you d . . . d . . . doing?" gasped Reid, looking with shock at his colleague.

Morgan finished undoing the belt and then continued, slowly unbuttoning Reid's fly. "I'm getting your dick out so I can suck you off," he said.

Hotch slid off the bed and padded over to where Reid was sitting. He moved behind the young man's chair and started to gently massage his shoulders.

"S . . . suck?" asked Reid. "Are you going to put - ohmigod!" Reid squeaked as Morgan freed his hard cock and then bent his head and began to lick.

Reid's expression moved from surprise to terror. "You're licking me!" He tensed up and turned his head. "Hotch, he's licking me."

Biting back a grin, Hotch stooped to speak quietly into Reid's ear. "Just relax, Spencer, he's not going to hurt you. Enjoy it."

Hotch kept his hands on Reid's shoulders, massaging and caressing him as Morgan continued with the blow job. Reid began to moan and twist in the chair, his breathing becoming faster. Hotch moved one hand to stroke Reid's hair away from his face, letting the other one glide down his chest in an embrace.

"Hotch, he has to stop," choked Reid. "I can't . . . I'm gonna . . ."

Hotch saw Morgan's head bob faster and planted a gentle kiss on Reid's forehead. "It's okay," he said. "Just let go."

Reid turned to look at Hotch, panic written on his face. Hotch moved around the chair and took the young man's face in both hands. "It's okay, Spencer," he said, reassuring him.

Reid kept eye contact with him as his hips began to jerk. He moaned over and over, his voice becoming louder and deeper as the pleasure built. Then, suddenly, Reid moved his hands to grab hold of Hotch's arms, sinking his fingers into the flesh and closing his eyes, shouting out as he came.

Hotch looked tenderly at the young man as his expression softened in the aftermath of orgasm. He watched Reid's chest heaving and heard the soft groans from the back of his throat. Leaning closer, Hotch kissed him chastely on the lips and then said, "Are you okay?"

Reid opened his eyes and gave him a faint smile. "Y . . . yeah," he managed. "I'm good." He glanced at Morgan who was rocking back on the balls of his feet and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Um, thank you," he said.

"My pleasure, kiddo," replied Morgan. "See, it didn't hurt, did it?"

Reid's smile grew a little wider and he shook his head. "No, it didn't." Then he sighed. "But it's all over now," he said, a little sadly.

Morgan chuckled. "Nah, that's just round one," he said.

"I don't understand," said Reid with a frown.

"When guys haven't got a lot of experience, the chances are they'll come pretty quickly," explained Hotch. "You're young and you'll be able to get another erection soon enough - but this time, you'll get a chance to enjoy it for a little longer."

Hotch watched as Reid processed this information. "Refractory time," he said, his voice slightly croaky.

Hotch nodded and then brushed the back of his hand down Reid's cheek. "Do you need a minute?"

"Um, I, um, er, bathroom," mumbled Reid before stuffing his cock back into his pants. He gave both men a nervous smile and then hurried out of the room.

Morgan grinned at Hotch and began to take off his jeans. "So far, so good," he said. "He hasn't jumped out the window yet." He paused. "Hotch - I think our boy's kind of sweet on you."

Hotch was standing next to the bed, fiddling with his wristwatch. At Morgan's observation, his back stiffened and his head snapped up. "I'm sure he isn't," he said quickly, dismissively. "I'm too old for him."

Morgan frowned and then shrugged. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, he slid them down and then kicked them off, smirking at Hotch's quickly covered expression of exasperation. "I'll pick "˜em up later," he laughed.

"Slob," muttered Hotch, folding his undershirt neatly and placing it on the chair.

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When Reid came back into the room his mouth dropped open at the sight of Morgan and Hotch sprawled naked on the bed, exchanging lazy tongue-filled kisses.

Hotch spotted him standing there nervously, wringing his hands and blushing. He patted the bed next to him and said, "You can join us, Spencer."

"Um, okay," said Reid hesitant. "Do I have to, um, be naked?"

Morgan snorted and shook his head. "Not if you don't want to." He sat up and looked Reid up and down. "How about you take your jeans off and unbutton your shirt? You can leave that and your underwear on for now."

Reid's shoulders dropped with relief. He bowed his head and slowly took his jeans off. "I'm not very, um, I don't look like you guys," he said quietly.

Hotch's voice was soothing. "You look beautiful," he said. "Now come here."

The bed dipped as the young man crawled on. Morgan shuffled out of the way, creating a cocoon like space between him and Hotch that Reid moved into. He then sat up primly, smiling at both of them nervously.

Placing a firm hand on his chest, Morgan urged the tense body backwards. "Lie back," he said, "Relax."

Reid obeyed, settling onto the soft pillows. "I don't know what to do," he said, sheepishly. "I've never even got past the awkward kissing part. I don't even know what second base is - there doesn't seem to be any definite consensus and the lists I've read only refer to heterosexual activities anyway. I guess it would -"

He stopped talking abruptly when Hotch placed a finger against his lips. "Shhh."

Then Hotch leaned forwards and kissed him. For a moment the soft lips were still, accepting Hotch's kiss but not returning it. Undeterred, Hotch continued, opening his mouth and letting his tongue moisten Reid's lips. And then, eventually, the young man parted his lips and the kiss deepened.

Hotch took Reid in his arms, holding him close and kissing him. He felt Reid tentatively return the embrace and pulled him nearer, feeling the soft cotton shirt against his naked chest.

He had almost forgotten Morgan was there when he felt the pressure on the bed change and Morgan moved closer. Hotch pulled back from the kiss and gently turned Reid's head towards Morgan.

"May I?" grinned Morgan, before moving in for a deep tongue-filled kiss. Reid responded eagerly and Hotch smiled at his enthusiasm. He watched them both kising for a moment and then pushed Reid's shirt open, exposing the pale skin underneath. Hotch stroked a lazy hand across Reid's chest before caressing his nipple. The skin beneath his fingers hardened and Reid arched his back, pushing up into Hotch's touch.

Hotch could see the flush of arousal spreading across the young man's chest. Morgan had moved to kiss his way down Reid's neck, licking and sucking at the tender skin there. Reid closed his eyes and let his head fall back, stretching to allow Morgan to explore further.

Hotch placed a gentle hand on Reid's crotch, feeling his cock swell and stiffen underneath the thin material of his boxers. He exchanged a smile with Morgan as Reid made soft moaning sounds, eyes still closed as though he was lost in their touch.

Bending his head, Hotch brought his mouth down to Reid's nipple. He ran his tongue around the hardened flesh before sucking. He heard a gasp and then long fingers were pushing through his hair as he sucked again and again. He pressed his stiff cock against Reid's thigh, enjoying the slight squeak of surprise this brought from him.

Reid's eyes fluttered open and he glanced at Hotch. "Can I touch . . . you?" he asked.

In response, Hotch took Reid's hand and pressed it against his cock. Reid stared at him as his fingers curled around the hard flesh and Hotch groaned.

Reid moved his hand up and down, slowly jerking him off and Hotch had to fight to control himself. Reid's touch was tentative, timid, but it just felt so good to be touched by another. Hotch could feel the pressure building and took hold of Reid's wrist, stilling his movements.

"Stop," he gasped, adding, "It's too good," at Reid's sudden look of confusion.

Reid swallowed and nodded before turning to Morgan. "Can I?" he asked.

Morgan looked bemused but replied, "Sure thing, kid. You can touch. In fact, I want you to."

Hotch brought Reid's hand up to his mouth and kissed the palm, circling the rounded flesh with his tongue. He watched as Reid moved to caress Morgan's erection, exploring and examining him with almost scientific detachment.

"How's it feel," asked Morgan.

"Hard," replied Reid with a small grin. "And warm . . . and nice."

Morgan raised one eyebrow. "Nice?"

Reid considered for a moment and then said, "Powerful."

Morgan chuckled. "I like that," he said, "Now, what do you want to do?"

Reid shrugged. "I don't know," he said, biting his lip. "What should I do?"

"Whatever you want," murmured Hotch, "This is all for you. We can do anything - blow jobs, mutual masturbation - anything."

"What about . . . um . . . sex?" asked Reid, his face going red with embarrassment.

Morgan slipped a hand into Reid's boxers. "Do you want to be fucked?" he asked quietly.

Reid stared at them both, looking so scared and unsure that Hotch wanted to call a halt to the entire thing. Morgan seemed to be thinking the same and withdrew his hand.

"Reid - we can stop," said Morgan kindly. "Just say the word - we won't do anything you don't want to do. You can go back to watching if you like."

Reid swallowed hard. "No, no," he said. "I want to, I just . . . does it hurt?"

"It might be uncomfortable at first," explained Hotch, "But we'll do our best to get you ready and relaxed. It can also feel really good."

"Oh, okay," said Reid in a small voice. "Can we do it?"

"Sure thing," replied Morgan, moving to straddle him. "But we need to get these off first." He pulled Reid's boxers down, swooping to plant a kiss on the young man's erection.

As Hotch grabbed the lube from the nightstand, Reid looked up at Morgan. "Derek?" he asked, "Did you enjoy it when you, um, had my . . . in your mouth?"

Morgan's smile was gentle. "Yeah, I did. And hearing you getting all turned on by it makes it even better. Why - you wanna try?"

Reid nodded. "Is that okay?"

Morgan clambered off him and moved to kneel next to the pillow, holding his cock out to Reid's mouth. "Kid, ain't no guy ever gonna say no to a blow job."

Reid reached out a hand to take hold of Morgan's dick and opened his mouth.

"Just keep your teeth to yourself and try not to choke," advised Morgan cheerfully. "Suck it, lick it - have fun."

Hotch spooned up behind Reid and began to circle the puckered skin between his legs with a lubricated finger. He watched Reid close his lips around Morgan's cock and murmured, "I'm going to move my finger inside you now - so don't get surprised and bite down!"

"Amen to that," muttered Morgan before reaching down and caressing Reid's cheek. "That feels good, kiddo, now try with your tongue."

Hotch pushed his finger inside and at the same time moved his other hand to caress Reid's cock. "Relax," he soothed, smiling as Reid closed his eyes and continued to suck Morgan's cock.

"Mmm, keep going, you're doing so good," said Morgan, continuing the gentle encouragement. "Ohhh, yeah, that's nice - do that again - yeah, like that."

Hotch kept his finger moving steadily in and out, feeling rewarded as Reid's cock jerked in his hand. "Ready for more?" he asked softly, licking and nibbling at the young man's earlobe.

Reid let Morgan's cock fall out of his mouth and turned to look at Hotch. "Uh," he grunted, "More." Then he turned his attention back to Morgan's dick, causing his partner to groan loudly.

Hotch allowed himself an indulgent smirk at the way Reid had been reduced to monosyllables. The young man was definitely enjoying himself and Hotch paused to admire how beautiful he looked with his hair mussed and tangled across his cheeks. Then he added a second finger, twisting and thrusting into the tight heat of Reid's ass, causing him to still as he adjusted to the stretch. Then he began to squirm and push slightly back, responding to the sensation.

Morgan kept up his steady tutoring. "See if you can take it a little deeper - whoa, not that deep!" He chuckled as Reid gagged slightly but continued to suck. "Keep your tongue moving . . . ohhh baby, that's good - you're good."

The bed jolted as Morgan began to move his hips. He flashed a questioning glance at Hotch who nodded at him. He may as well go for it. Hotch opened his fingers slightly, increasing the stretch and occasionally hooking his fingers to brush against Reid's prostate, enjoying the faint whimpers this action caused.

Morgan had stopped giving Reid instructions and was instead moaning loudly as he held on to the headboard and thrust in and out of Reid's mouth. Hotch inserted a third finger into Reid's ass and leaned in close, whispering, "He's gonna come, Spencer. You are doing so well - listen to how good you're making Derek feel."

Reid squirmed against Hotch's fingers, pressing his body back against Hotch and letting Morgan fuck his mouth. Suddenly Morgan yelled out, slamming his fist against the headboard and gasping, "Fuck! Yeah!"

The shock of Morgan's orgasm registered on Reid's face. Startled, he pulled back, letting Morgan's cock fall out of his mouth. He coughed and swallowed reflexively and Hotch had to hold back a chuckle. He reached for a condom and waited until Morgan had opened his eyes before handing the foil packet to him.

Reid coughed again and then looked nervously at his lovers. "Did . . . was it okay?"

Morgan grinned at him and caressed his face. "It was more than okay - it was great. You were great." He opened the packet and held up the condom. "Are you ready?"

Reid nodded and then gasped as Hotch withdrew his fingers. Hotch gave his own cock a stroke and then said, "Do you want to put it on?"

"Uh, not really," replied Reid, shaking his head. "I'm a klutz at the best of times and right now I'm so nervous . . . " His voice trailed off and he looked wide-eyed at Hotch.

"Okay, kid, you watch," smiled Morgan, reaching down to smooth the rubber down Hotch's dick. He smirked at Hotch's groan of anticipation.

Then Morgan moved to sit behind Reid on the bed, spreading his legs around the young man's body. He hooked an arm around Reid's chest and pulled him to recline against him. "Just lean on me," he said in a gruff voice, "I'll be here with you."

In the meantime, Hotch had moved to kneel between Reid's parted thighs. He kissed him and then pulled back and said, "This might feel weird to start with and anytime you want me to stop, just say so. Okay?"

At Reid's shaky nod of acquiescence, Hotch took hold of his cock and began to push into the young man's body. He was so horny that he would have loved to have pounded his dick into the beautiful body in front of him, but somehow he was able to hold back.

Reid caught his breath and whimpered slightly as Hotch pushed his way in. He was so tight and the hitching breaths sent shockwaves through Hotch's cock. The room had seemed to shrink to just the two of them, with Morgan's presence reduced to comforting murmurs that Hotch could barely hear.

When he had slowly thrust all the way in, Hotch stilled and let Reid's body get used to the invasion. He planted reassuring kisses around the young man's face and whispered, "You're so gorgeous, you feel so good, I want you to enjoy this."

As the tension on the young man's face eased, Hotch looked at him quizzically. "Can I move now?" he asked, feeling the sweat building on his brow.

Reid nodded, speechless, and placed damp palms on Hotch's shoulders. Then Hotch began to thrust, gently and rhythmically. He saw Morgan's hand snake around Reid's waist to start to jerk him off and Hotch relaxed and, for the first time, concentrated on his pleasure.

He wasn't going to last long - not with the close heat around his cock and not with Spencer Reid looking wide eyed at him. He'd never realised before how attractive he was, how captivating his vulnerability made him.

Hotch's movements became faster and more disjointed. He was aware of Morgan increasing the speed of his movements on Reid's cock and he heard the young man moaning. Then there were groans and gasps and endearments falling from his own lips and he could barely be gentle anymore. His balls were tight and he was urging his thrusts deeper and deeper into Reid's body.

Reid's expression changed and his moans grew louder. "Oh, god, Hotch," he gasped, "More, please - please."

Then Reid gave a loud strangled cry and his body arched as he came violently all over Morgan's hand and his own stomach. This was all Hotch needed and he thrust deep and hard, a low rumbling groan signifying his own release.

He let his head drop into Reid's sweat soaked chest for a moment and someone, one of his lovers, stroked his hair as his breathing returned to normal. Then, at last, he looked up and smiled in response to Reid's shy grin.

"Enjoy?" asked Hotch and Reid nodded. Then Hotch warned him, "This might hurt a little," before easing his softened cock out of the young man's body.

When they had all cleaned up, Reid yawned, covering his mouth and apologised.

"No need," smiled Hotch, "It's tiring. You can sleep here if you like."

Reid gave them a bashful smile. "Thanks," he said softly, "And thanks to both of you - for everything."

"You're welcome," grinned Morgan, reaching for his clothes and dressing quickly.

Leaving Reid snuggled under the bedclothes; Hotch got up and followed Morgan out of the room. "You don't have to leave," he said.

"Three's a crowd," replied Morgan with a wink. "I'm not the person he wants to wake up with."

Hotch shook his head. "I'm not sure - it's all so new for him-"

"Shhh," smiled Morgan, placing a finger on his lips. "Go back to bed and enjoy your lover. You are allowed to be happy, you know."

Hotch nodded and then returned to bed, smiling at the way Reid cuddled into him. He hadn't dared allow himself to feel anything for his co-workers, other than professional concern, but he could see himself wanting more than that with Reid.

"I could fall for you," he thought to himself, stroking his partner's hair and kissing the top of his head.

"How do you feel now?" Hotch asked as Reid looked up at him.

"Devirginated," replied Reid with a grin. "And relieved."

Hotch was curious. "Why relieved? Were you that worried about this?"

Reid took a deep breath and exhaled loudly before shaking his head. "Not really - I just thought it would never happen - or that I wouldn't live through it."

"I don't understand," frowned Hotch.

Looking away and fiddling with the bed covers, Reid spoke softly. "A few years ago, just after Garcia started, she made me go to a fair with her. There was a fortune teller and Garcia pretty much insisted we both get our futures read."

"You know that's all - " started Hotch but Reid continued.

"Yeah, I know it's all educated guesswork and getting lucky, but she said some stuff - about me and my mom - that hit pretty close to home. And then at the end, she looked really sad and told me that I would still be an innocent when I died. I must have looked pretty horrified because she gave me my money back and closed up the stall after that."

"Spencer," said Hotch, "Did you tell anyone?"

Reid shook his head. "Garcia was still laughing at what the woman had said to her and I just told her it was a load of nonsense. But I've had this worry at the back of my mind that I was going to die a virgin ever since."

Hotch pulled him close and turned Reid's face to look at him. "Well, you're not," he said, kissing him tenderly on the lips.

Reid nodded and then suddenly went pale. "Oh my God," he said, "She was right! I did die a virgin. Shit!"

Hotch looked at him with concern and then confusion as Reid began to laugh. "Hankel," he said, by way of explanation, "I was a virgin then and I guess I did die - technically." He shook his head. "I've been worrying about it and it happened and I didn't even realise."

"Don't think about him," urged Hotch, but Reid was already starting to smile.

"It's over - all that worry and it's actually over. And I guess I can ignore anything else that she said," he said happily.

"Anything else?" asked Hotch.

"Well," said Reid slyly, "There was the tall, dark and handsome man - do you know anyone like that?"

Prophecy, however honest, is generally a poor substitute for experience
Benjamin Cardozo

The End

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