Title: Helping Hand
By: Foxfeather
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: R
Warnings: Anal, M/M, Oneshot, Oral, PWP, Rim
Disclaimer: I make no profit whatsoever from this and all the characters belong to whoever owns Criminal Minds… which is not me….
Summary: Reid helps Hotch coping with the aftereffects of a case...

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It had been a hard case. They had found the unsub in time, but Hotch had been in a tight spot when they went in, having been held at gun point for a long hour until they managed to find and free him. "Are you okay?" Reid watched Hotch worriedly as the older agent left the warehouse.

"I'm fine... or I will be, once I get home and get some sleep", Hotch replied warily. He stopped and looked up at Reid. "My car's still back at the bureau, do you mind giving me a lift, Reid?"

"Of course not! Come on, then, my car's right over there."

Reid watched Hotch as he walked over to his car. The older man held himself as if he had a stomach ache, bend over and stiff.

They drove back into town in silence, Reid throwing worried glances towards his passenger every now and then. He noticed that Hotch had started to sweat.

"You're clearly not alright", he stated. "Do you want me to get you to a hospital?"

"No!" Hotch shouted. His voice was hoarse and he wrapped his arms around his frame, bending over in his seat. With an apologetic softer voice he added: "Just.... get me home... and hurry..."

Now Reid was truly worried. "Hotch..."

"I said no, Reid!"

"Okay, okay, no hospital. But, please, tell me what happened... maybe I can help?"

Hotch leaned even further forward and groaned slightly.

"They... injected me with something, I don't know, what... They said that it would bring out my dark side." Hotch pressed out. He was now rocking slightly in his seat.

"Injected... oh, shit." Reid paled. "Hotch, we found out that one of the guys was a drug dealer. He mostly dealt with something called OGM." Reid looked at Hotch's sweaty face. "It's a date rape drug... They say OGM stands for orgasm or for orgy mate. It drives whoever takes the drug to stay aroused for a long time and to lose all inhibitions to get what they need. They will even consider rape. If they don't find a willing... mate..."

He sped up and turned left with screeching tires.

"Shit... Reid... that's not the way home", Hotch protested.

"My apartment's closer than yours."

Hotch looked up at Reid. The young man had a look of determination on his face, staring straight ahead, driving as fast as the city limits allowed.

"What..."

"You'll need... help... with that, Hotch. And I don't think Hayley will let you come near her. The others don't know, and they don't need to know. That leaves me. We're here."

Hotch stared at his coworker. Had Reid just offered to have sex with him? The shy young man, whom everybody believed to be still a virgin?

"Hotch, do you think you can make it inside alone? Or do you need help?"

"I... I think I can manage... but Reid, you can't mean to..."

"Come on, Hotch. And yes, I can mean to." Reid jogged up to the entrance to the building and opened the front door with a key he had fished out of his messenger bag. He held the door open for Hotch, careful not to touch the other man to not arouse him any further. He pointed to the elevator and they rode up to the loft on the upper floor. Hotch tried to walk normally, thankful for the wide pants he was wearing. Reid was right. Whatever that drug was, it had made him painfully hard. His cock throbbed inside his too-confining boxers and the material rubbing against him made him want to tear it all off. He longed to move, to thrust into something, his lust getting harder and harder to control. He still tried to keep his thoughts away from what Reid had obviously offered, from the body of the young man standing next to him inside the small cabin of the elevator. He suddenly could understand how a person with a less strong will might have picked up somebody from the streets to fuck them into the wall, not caring of that person's consent.

The elevator pinged and the door opened. Reid moved out to open the only door at the end of a short corridor. Hotch caught a glimpse of Reid's backside as he moved and suddenly felt very scared. He had vowed to himself to protect the kid, to keep him safe. And now he couldn't help the strong urge to grab that body, to slam Reid against a wall and to pound into that slim ass, to bury himself in that tight heat, no matter if he hurt his protégé or not.

"Reid... I can't... no... control... Close the door before..."

Reid turned around in the now open door. "It's okay, Hotch. I know what I'm doing. Come in."

Hotch groaned. His body moved forward as if it was no longer him controlling it.

Reid closed the door behind Hotch, then suddenly grabbed his arm and slammed the surprised man against the door. With one swift move, he got rid of his bag, popped open the buttons of Hotch's pants and along with his boxers, slid them down to the floor. Before Hotch could react, the young profiler had taken Hotch's cock deep into his mouth and sucked.

Hotch hit his head hard against the door and felt his knees buckle. Reid held his hips against the door while bobbing his head up and down Hotch's shaft and sucking hard.

Hotch felt his climax curl up in his spine, it felt as if Reid was sucking his very soul out of his cock.

"God!" Hotch grabbed Reid's hair in a desperate try to hold on to something when his climax hit him with full force. Reid managed to swallow his come, still sucking, his tongue somehow vibrating against the sensitive underside of Hotch's cock. Only when Reid softly pried his fingers off of his hair, Hotch found back to his senses. Without Reid's hands holding his hips to the door, Hotch slowly slid down to the floor, his legs no longer holding his weight.

He stared wide-eyed at the young man kneeling in front of him, still swallowing the taste of his come.

"I told you I knew what I was doing, Hotch. You won't hurt me. Not if you let me take care of your... problem…" Reid gestured with his head at Hotch's reawakening erection. "It will not be done with one orgasm. It'll take time to get the drug out of your system. Do you trust me to take care of you and that I can keep you from hurting me?"

Hotch swallowed and nodded slowly.

Reid smiled shyly and held out his hand. "Then let's take this to the bedroom."

He pulled Hotch back up to his feet and the older man carefully stepped out of his pants, feeling a bit silly, pantless, but still in his dress shoes. Reid shrugged out of his thin coat and hung it up on a peg next to the door. He turned to Hotch and held out his hand again. Hotch took it tentatively and followed Reid into his bedroom. He watched Reid's movements, surprised at how he had never noticed before how the young man moved with an elegance that belied his outward appearance with the nerdy clothes and hair. Given the right clothes – or no clothes at all, his mind suggested – Reid would be very sexy, Hotch guessed.

Inside the bedroom, Reid turned on a lamp in one corner and dimmed it down to a soft, warm glow, then turned back to Hotch.

"Time to get rid of all this", he pointed at Hotch's jacket and shirt. His nimble fingers slowly loosed his tie, took it off and started to unbutton Hotch's dress shirt, without bothering to get rid of his suit jacket first. Hotch let him, too busy wondering where all that clumsiness and shyness Reid normally showed had vanished to. He shivered as Reid's hands slid up his torso and over his shoulders to slide both shirt and jacked off of him to land with a soft whoosh on the floor. Hotch started to pick at the hem of Reid's sweater vest, but the young man batted his hands away. Reid slid his hands with feathered touches up Hotch's arms, then back down, grazing his nipples though he thin white t-shirt he still wore and making him jump with the touch. Reid then gripped the hem of the t-shirt and lifted it slowly, with Hotch lifting his arms to help him getting rid of it.

Hotch's cock was again fully hard and he could not wait to see Reid's body, which was still hidden underneath all those nerdy clothes.

"Please...", he whispered, but Reid shifted away from Hotch's searching hands.

Instead, he captured those hands and led Hotch over to the bed, where he shoved the older man slightly to make him lie down. Reid then leisurely opened Hotch's shoes and removed them along with the socks.

"You're overdressed, Reid."

"Do you think so? Well, then I have to change that, don't I?" Reid answered playfully.

Slowly, he lifted the hem of his vest, pulling it over his head. The static electricity whispered though the air and Hotch could have sworn that he saw the tiny flashes of lightning as the fabric slid over Reid's dress shirt and made his hair stand on end. Reid flipped the vest away with an almost disgusted jerk and smoothed his hair back down. Hotch chuckled breathlessly. His chuckle turned into an aroused gasp when Reid moved his hands down his chest, flattening the bunched up fabric of his dress shirt to mold it to his body. His hands moved further down and Hotch's eyes widened as he became aware of the shape of Reid's cock, a hard ridge barely visible through the corduroy pants.

Hotch's hand almost involuntarily crept towards his own cock, but was stopped by a quiet "uh-hu" of Reid. Still stretching the fabric of his pants across his lap, Reid kicked off his shoes, then slid his hands slowly back up, starting to unbutton his dress shirt. He made sure the fabric stayed closed until he had undone all the buttons, then his hands slowly slid back down, parting the shirt in their way and revealing his smooth, hairless chest.

Hotch felt his breath quicken.

Reid slid the shirt off and moved his hands over his torso, playing briefly with his nipples, which made Hotch's cock jump, then further down to the button of his pants. He opened the button and slowly pulled apart the two flaps of his pants, the zipper sliding down almost as if by magic. Underneath, he wore black boxers, riding low on his narrow hips. Letting the pants slide down to the floor, Reid slowly stepped out of them, using his thumbs to get rid of his socks in the process. One was striped in brown and beige, Hotch noticed amused, the other was bright pink with a Hello Kitty motif.

Hotch's eyes moved back up to Reid's middle, eyeing the ridge beneath the black fabric hungrily. "Reid...stop teasing me..." he begged.

Reid chuckled. " You haven't had me teasing you, Hotch." But he stripped out of his boxers and Hotch gasped when Reid's cock sprang free of its confinement.

"Like it?"

Hotch could only nod, his mouth had gone dry at the sight of Reid, standing confidently completely nude beside the bed, his gaze taking in everything Hotch had to offer himself.

"Remember, Hotch, I will take care of you, so no touching me until I say so. Trust me?" Reid reminded his friend.

Hotch nodded again, grabbing the bed sheet beneath him to keep from reaching out to pull Reid close.

Reid didn't wait any longer and used the benefit of his long legs to kneel over Hotch's torso without touching anything but his sides, then he leant down and licked Hotch's nipple languidly. Hotch moaned loudly, finally getting some of the touch he craved so much. He tried to move his hips to brush up against Reid's cock, but whenever they brushed against each other, Reid would shift his mouth and tongue away from Hotch's chest. When Hotch finally stilled, he had to use all his willpower to do so. As a reward, Reid started to kiss, lick, and nibble his way down Hotch's body, miraculously finding all the hot spots that made Hotch gasp and tremble and moan until he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Reid, please... I want to..."

Reid stopped nuzzling Hotch's hip and looked up. "Want to what?"

"Kiss you..." Hotch panted, watching Reid freeze.

"Kiss...?" On Reid's face Hotch could see conflicting emotions battle against each other. First shock, than bewilderment, brief pain, and after a look up into Hotch's face, a slight flash of hope. Hotch wondered briefly what that might mean, then closed his eyes and lost the thought when Reid finally let his body rest against Hotch's, then slid his way up against him until they were face to face and, to Hotch's delight, cock to cock.

"Then... kiss me", Reid ordered and Hotch did just that. He captured Reid's head with his hands and tilted it to the side and then not just kissed the younger man, but ravished his mouth with all the hunger and lust he felt inside. Reid opened up to him like a starving man, thrusting his tongue into Hotch's mouth, battling him for dominance. In time with the thrusts of his tongue inside Hotch's mouth he started to grind his cock into Hotch's, making them both groan aloud. Both their kissing and thrusting became more and more frenzied, with Hotch reaching his second climax without any prior warning. With a shout, he thrust up against Reid, nearly bucking him off and shot his load all over his stomach. Reid stopped moving immediately, panting heavily but not doing anything to reach his own climax. He watched Hotch slowly regaining his breath and coming back to his senses. When the older man opened his eyes to glace up at him, Reid smiled and leaned down to leisurely lick off the come from Hotch's sticky body.

"You didn't..."

"I'll get my chance", Reid replied and leaned back. "The drug isn't out of your system yet." Reid continued to watch Hotch thoughtfully.

"What?"

"Hmm. Hotch...?"

"Yes, Reid?" Hotch watched the young man's face and finally found traces of the shyness that was such a trademark of Reid. "What do you want to know?"

"Um... have you ever slept with a man before?"

Hotch wondered where this thought had suddenly come from. It seemed not to have mattered before. Then it dawned on him what Reid might mean.

"I... had some encounters when I was a teenager, but that were just hand- and blowjobs."

"Oh." Reid sat back and looked down.

"What do you want, Reid?" Hotch sat up and touched Reid's arm.

"I wondered... if you would let me take you." The last part came rushed and whispered.

Hotch felt a new surge of arousal shoot though him. His cock began to fill again, thanks to the drug. He had though that Reid would ask him if he would take him, not the other way around, but the thought of submitting to the young profiler made him harder that he'd have thought.

He grabbed Reid's hand and dragged it down to his cock. "Does this answer your question?"

Reid looked up and watched as Hotch's cock twitched eagerly. "That means yes, Reid."

Reid let out a breath and closed his eyes. "Oh God..."

"I haven't done this before, but I trust you, Reid. The thought of your cock inside of me makes me so hard I can't stand it..." Hotch whispered into the young man's ear. Reid started to pant, then opened his eyes. His face had taken on an almost feverish look.

"I won't hurt you, I promise. Turn onto your stomach", he ordered, grabbing a pillow and shoving it beneath Hotch's hips as the older man complied.

Reid slowly slid his hands down Hotch's back to his ass and started to massage him, spreading his cheeks, then pressing them back together.

"You never had sex with a man like this?" Reid stated huskily. "Then you might not know this, either." And with that he moved down and started to lick Hotch's opening, using his tongue to loosen and stretch the tight ring of muscles.

Hotch had to bite into the pillow beneath his face not to howl at the sudden sensation. He couldn't help but thrust into the pillow beneath his hips, and he didn't know if he was trying to escape the too-much-sensation or if he couldn't get enough of it, pressing back against Reid's eager mouth. He gave a frustrated howl when Reid stopped rimming him and moved away from his body.

"Wait, we'll need lube for this, and a condom..." Hotch heard Reid rummage around in his bedside drawer, and used the time to get his breath back. He heard the younger man flip open the cap of a bottle of lube, then he jumped at the feeling of a finger against his ass.

"Relax", he heard Reid whisper and he tried, but he couldn't help tensing when the other slowly pressed in.

"Try to push out against me, it'll help." Helplessly trying to adjust to the foreign sensation Hotch complied and finally let out a breath he hadn't noticed he had held. He could hear Reid panting behind him, keeping still to help him to adjust.

"Okay..."

Slowly, Reid began to move his finger in and out of Hotch's ass.

"You okay, Hotch?"

"Hmm... feels weird."

Red chuckled. "This is what's about to happen, Hotch..." he warned, then crooked his finger at the next way in. With a shocked howl, Hotch thrust down into the pillow. Reid began to move faster, hitting Hotch's prostrate again and again. Then he slowed down again.

"Oh God, don't... don't stop..." Hotch panted.

"I'm going to add another finger, Hotch, push against me", Reid told him.

He removed his finger, added more lube and slowly pushed in again. Hotch gasped at the burning sensation but eagerly wriggled against the intruder. "God... more.... move, Reid, please.... more...."

Reid complied and took up his fast rhythm again. After a few thrusts he started to scissor his fingers to prepare Hotch further.

"Hotch.... I can't wait.... are you ready?"

"Yes, oh please, yes!"

Again, Hotch tried to follow the retreating fingers, not wanting to lose the sensation, even if he knew that Reid needed both hands to prepare himself.

He heard the condom being ripped open, Reid gasping quietly as he touched his cock, then the noise of the lube bottle being used again.

Then he felt the hot bluntness of Reid's tip against his ass.

"I'm pushing out, Reid, please... do it!" he urged the young man on. He couldn't wait.

Even if Reid pushed in as slowly as he could, this time it hurt. Hotch had to use all his willpower not to let Reid know that he was a big boy, much bigger than two fingers could stretch. But even if it hurt, Hotch knew that in the end it would be worth it. Finally, Reid settled against his ass. Hotch could feel the young man tremble behind him, trying not to move, trying to give him time to adjust. Finally, Hotch managed to let go of the tension of anticipating the pain. Reid must have felt him relax his iron grip around his cock because he began to rock, tiny movements that kept him lodged firmly in Hotch's ass, no friction, just the odd sensation of movement with something big, and hot, and hard stuck up his ass. Hotch felt his head swim with the sensation and with Reid's next move back, he moved forward, letting Reid's cock slide halfway out, then slammed back into the younger man. Reid stopped dead in his movements, gasping loudly, then gripped Hotch's hips and started to thrust desperately into him. Pain forgotten, Hotch soaked up the feeling of Reid hitting his prostrate over and over and over again until he could feel Reid lose his rhythm. Knowing that the young man was about to come was the last thing he needed to climax himself. He could feel his insides clench around Reid's cock and with a hoarse cry the young man jerked against him, then slid out of him and crumpled next to him on the bed.

Hotch rode out the last waves of his own orgasm, then slowly turned around to face the young man. He winced when the movement showed that he would be sore in the morning, but it didn't matter now.

Reid's face and hair were soaked with sweat and he was still panting. With a smile, Hotch ignored Reid's command and finally touched him and carefully removed the condom from Reid's now soft cock, knotted it and wrapped it in a tissue from a box on the bedside table. Then he moved back to Reid and slowly pushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

"Hey..." Reid opened his eyes and smiled shyly up at Hotch.

"Hey yourself", Hotch answered and kissed Reid lightly on the forehead.

"Are you okay?" Reid tried to sit up, but Hotch pushed him back down.

"Asks the man who's visibly exhausted", Hotch chided playfully. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sore, but fine."

"I'm sorry..." Reid began to apologize, but Hotch interrupted him.

"Nothing to be sorry for. That was an amazing experience! I must admit, I had no idea this could feel so good."

Reid smirked at that, but said nothing. Hotch leaned down to kiss him languidly and Reid sighed happily. Then suddenly Hotch stopped and looked down. "Oh, darn it. Look who's back. I can't believe this drug's still working. I should be out like a light by now!"

Reid stared at Hotch's reawakening erection with exhaustion and frustration. "I'm sorry Hotch, but I'm beat... I could try..."

"You do nothing. You already did so much for me tonight, this time it's my turn. You just lie there and let me do the work. I think I'm though the drug enough to keep control of myself." Hotch looked Reid sternly in the eye.

"Yes, sir," Reid joked.

Hotch snorted. "So... what do you like? Or do you want me to find out by myself?"

He saw Reid's eyes light up with an idea, but then the young man turned his head away shyly.

"What is it, Reid?" Hotch wanted to know.

"Would you... take me?" Reid asked tentatively.

Hotch closed his eyes. He had hoped that Reid would ask him this. Now that he knew what being on the receiving hand could feel like he wanted to bury himself in the young man's slender body even more than he had before. He couldn't help jerking his hips at the thought.

"Oh God, yes! I'd like that. But I don't want to hurt you."

Reid turned his face back to Hotch and glanced up at him. "Just prepare me as I prepared you, I'll tell you when it's enough." Then a thought came to him. "Oh, I can understand when you don't want to do it with your mouth... that would be a bit too much to ask..." He blushed.

Hotch laughed. "I'll see what I can do. Now lay back and relax."

He helped Reid to arrange his long limbs comfortably on the rumpled bed sheets and leaned up to place another kiss on the younger mans soft lips. Hotch slowly moved his mouth away from Reid's face and started to slowly explore his neck and ears, his shoulders and chest with languid kisses, licks and nibbles. A look up showed him that Reid had closed his eyes and thrown his head back in submission. Hotch watched Reid's face as he started to mouth his nipple, saw the silent gasp and felt Reid melt into the mattress. After giving both nipples a thorough tongue bath, Hotch moved further down. Reid opened his legs as wide as he could to give the older man all the access he needed to prepare him for what was to come. Hotch started to lick Reid's half hardened shaft and encountered the traces of come still sticking to the velvety skin. He heard Reid's breath hitch with every lick and kiss. Turning his head, Hotch fished for the bottle of lube half hidden beneath the sheets, all without stopping to lightly suck on Reid's reawakening cock.

"I'll start to prep you now, Reid. Talk to me, tell me if you like what I'm doing", Hotch ordered quietly.

"O... okay", Reid managed to get out.

Moving away from Reid's cock, Hotch slid hit lubed up finger down Reid's perineum and spread more of the slick substance around his hole. Slowly, he started to push in. Reid tensed up for a moment, then Hotch could feel him push against his finger and he could slide in. The grip of Reid's muscles against his finger made Hotch gasp. If Reid was this tight, he would never fit in without hurting the younger man. At the same time, he could feel his cock harden further with anticipation of the pressure and heat, the friction, the pleasure of fucking something so hot and tight, consequences be damned. Hotch shuddered mentally at that thought, locking it away and concentrating again on Reid panting underneath him.

"Okay... Hotch... feels good... move it around... doesn't hurt..." Reid stuttered between pants.

Hotch nodded and started to finger-fuck his friend. He could feel Reid relax further around his finger and then he brushed against something spongy inside and Reid's hips shot up from the bed.

"Oh God! Hotch! There, please... again... please...."

Remembering what Reid's touch to his own prostrate had felt like, Hotch concentrated on hitting that spot again and again, slightly massaging it, rubbing it and watching Reid's reactions. The young man had started to writhe against the sheets, gripping the edges of the pillow beneath the small of his back with both hands, his breath coming in shallow gasps through his open mouth, his eyes tightly closed against the onslaught. Hotch thought he had never seen the young man look this beautiful before. Hotch started to try to get another finger in with the first, never stopping his thrusts entirely, keeping Reid on edge with random touches to his prostrate. When he had two fingers inside Reid's ass, he needed all his willpower to keep going slow, to not just stretch the man and slam into that tightness and fuck him hard.

Reid seemed to feel him slowly losing his control of himself. "It's enough, Hotch... need you... now... please...!"

Hotch almost reluctantly removed his fingers and slid up Reid's body to reach into the bedside table's drawer and rummage for another condom. Reid rubbed up against him, seeking the friction.

With shaking fingers, Hotch slid on the condom, then prepared himself to enter the young man, who had finally opened his eyes again to watch Hotch's movements.

With the first touch of Hotch's cock against his entrance, Reid seemed to go completely limp, relaxing as far as possible, taking deep breaths. Hotch watched in fascination as his thick cock started to spread that tight hole and slipped slowly inside. The sensation was incredible. He glanced up at Reid's low moan and saw his eyes go wide, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure-pain, never taking his eyes off of their union.

Finally buried deeply inside Reid's body, Hotch willed himself to stay still, to focus on that heat, the tightness, the feeling of completeness that suddenly overtook him. The traces of the drug burned inside him, tried to force him to move, to pound relentlessly into the body beneath him, but for the sake of the young man who had offered himself to him, he gritted his teeth and willed himself to go as slow as possible.

When he slowly started to move in and out of Reid's slender body, he was rewarded with Reid finally starting to get real vocal, meeting every thrust with a soft moan, voiced gasp or groan. Hotch sped up. Now that he was sure that he wasn't hurting his friend, the drug finally took over and Hotch's thrusts became harder and faster with every movement. Reid had closed his eyes against the onslaught, his brows furrowed with lust. Hotch found that he couldn't take his eyes off that expressive face, Reid's expressions urging him on to find out what else he could do to make the elegant features reflect the lust and pleasure he was causing. The drugs gave Hotch more stamina than he had thought he had and he felt as if he could go on for ages, giving Reid all the pleasure the young man to desperately needed, to make him feel accepted and welcome and wanted, and beautiful and _loved_. Hotch bent over and captured Reid's lips in an openmouthed kiss, both men gasping for air.

Reid started to chant Hotch's name, moving more and more needy beneath him, his hips rising up to meet every thrust, trying to set their rhythm to an even faster pace. Hotch complied, feeling that Reid was close, and the thought as well as the movement made him move closer to the edge himself.

Reid lost his rhythm, his breathing stopping in what almost seemed like a muscle cramp, then he came hard, his head pressed back into the mattress, his body arching up, forcing Hotch to thrust into him at a new angle, causing a new kind of friction and Hotch felt himself falling over the edge himself. This time, his orgasm seemed to come almost from the back of his skull, setting his whole body on fire, burning up the last traces of the drug. He just barely managed to land next to Reid and not on top of him when his strength left him. With a sense of loss he felt his cock soften and slip out of Reid's body. With his last willpower, he disposed of his condom then turned back to Reid.

The young man was lying there, eyes still closed, obviously concentrating on getting back the control over his breath. His body was covered in sweat and his own come and Hotch lazily swirled a finger through the nearest puddle. Not really thinking about what he was doing he slipped the finger into his mouth and sucked off the taste that he had encountered earlier, but this time it was much more intense, more real, more Reid somehow.

Wanting more of that taste, he rolled over and began to lick Reid's body clean, starting with a soft lick against Reid's soft cock, with made the young man jump slightly, then moving up until he reached Reid's mouth, kissing him softly, waiting for Reid to find back to his senses far enough to kiss him back.

"Thank you...", the young man whispered, opening his eyes just a crack, too tired to do more than that.

"I have to thank you, Reid", Hotch replied. "I don't know what would have happened, if..." He left the end of the sentence open, his jack cracking open in a huge yawn. "Whoa."

Reid chuckled softly. "I know the feeling..."

Hotch made himself comfortable next to Reid and felt the young man cuddle against him. He was drifting off, when he thought he heard a soft "love you" mumbled against his chest, but before he could get a hold of that thought, he fell asleep.

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