Moonlighting

Title: Moonlighting
Author: nebula99
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: FRAO
Type: Slash
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Summary: Well, satisfaction is always guaranteed, but if you want something more, you need to negotiate extras with me.
A/N: Written for the wtf27 crackfic challenge, prompt 15: Hookers. Warning: this is crack!

Driving home, he rubbed the back of his neck. His muscles felt knotty and tight and his jaw was aching. The familiar feeling of stress was making his skin feel tight. He could do with a massage, or sex. Actually, he could do with a massage and sex. But Haley was out of town, taking Jack to visit her cousin.

Hotch sighed as he turned his car onto his drive. He guessed he could always jerk off in the shower, but a massage would be helpful: someone to work their fingers into the tight knots of muscle and ease away the tension.

Inside the house, Hotch took off his jacket and pulled his tie loose. He switched on the oven and placed a frozen pizza inside. He undid his cuffs and rolled his sleeves up, then opened a much needed beer. Hotch rubbed the back of his neck again. It was aching. Damn, he needed to get this tension out.

Suddenly, he grabbed the phone book and opened it, flicking through to masseurs. There was a variety of listings, but one caught his eye: Man2Man Massage – let our hot young guys be a sight for sore eyes. He rolled his eyes at the cheesiness of it, but then picked up the phone. He really did need a massage.

Hotch had just finished the pizza when the doorbell rang. He took a large swig of his beer and headed to answer it.

"Can I help you Reid?" he said, a touch of annoyance in his voice. Zack was on his way and he could do without company. He wondered how he could get rid of him quickly.

Reid looked shocked. "Hotch?" he said. "Um, I didn't know you lived here. I think I must, um, have the wrong, er, house." He looked to the side of the door to read the house number.

"Sorry," he said, and checked his cell phone. Then he went pale. "Oh God," he said faintly, looking wide eyed at Hotch.

"What is it?" snapped Hotch. The last thing he needed right now was to have to babysit Reid. He had already paid for the massage by credit card and he didn't want to have wasted his money by sending the guy away again.

Hotch couldn't speak. He just stared at the young man on his doorstep. He had called for a massage from a hot young guy. Instead, he had got a nervous looking co-worker. Admittedly, it was a very attractive co-worker, but still – this wasn't what he ordered.

Reid gave a rueful smile. "Danny thought it sounded hotter than Spencer. And using my real name is a bit of a no-no anyway." He paused. "Let me call him and I'll see if he has someone else available." Reid turned away and started to punch numbers into his cell.

Hotch continued to stare at him. He wasn't sure what was more unsettling – the fact that Reid was moonlighting as a masseur or the fact that he now knew Hotch had called one.

Reid talked quietly into his cell and then turned back to Hotch apologetically. "I'm sorry. The other guys are all out so there's only me. Danny won't give a refund either – says it's not his problem you're my boss."

He closed the door behind the young man and gestured for him to go into the living room. "Would you like a drink?"

Reid shook his head. "Not while I'm working," he replied. Hotch nodded. He grabbed his beer and followed Reid into the living room.

Reid shrugged. "My mom's sanitarium costs a lot of money and my apartment isn't cheap either. I do my best – obviously I spend next to nothing on clothes, but I still struggle at the end of the month sometimes. I work a couple of evenings for Danny and it helps me out."

Reid smiled. "Lonely, tired, strung out. In need of some, um, relaxation. Talking of which, you may as well get what you paid for. Where's the bedroom?"

"Probably be more comfortable," said Reid. He prodded the couch. "This is going to be a bit too soft. Do you have quite a firm mattress somewhere?"

"Well, satisfaction is always guaranteed, but if you want something more, you need to negotiate extras with me. You've already paid for the basic, so anything else is extra."

"I see," said Hotch. Reid handed him a laminated card. He read through the list of extras and prices, feeling a blush creep across his face. He didn't know how he was going to ask Reid for any of these. He kept his head down, staring at the card.

After a few minutes, Reid cleared his throat. Hotch looked up, still blushing. Reid was smiling nervously at him.

"Um, normally we agree any extras and you pay me in cash, up front. But as it's you, would you be happier to see how it goes? I'm sure you're good for the money."

"Thank you," said Hotch, wondering what some of the extras actually involved. He didn't recognise some of the terms used and couldn't bring himself to ask Reid. He was still getting used to the fact that this shy, gawky young man, whom they were all convinced was still a virgin, was actually a hooker.

As if reading his mind, Reid spoke. "Hotch," he said, "I know this is a bit awkward – for both of us – but I am a professional and I want you to enjoy it.

Hotch nodded. He was uncomfortable, but also intrigued. "This is the first time," he said to Reid, "I haven't done this before."

"You'd be surprised at just how many guys tell me that!" Reid smiled at Hotch. "But I do actually believe you. Now where are we going?"

Hotch led the way upstairs to the spare room. It seemed inappropriate to use the marital bed. Reid looked around the room and nodded in approval. Then he opened the backpack he was carrying and took out a large towel. He spread it on the bed and then started to adjust the lighting in the room, switching on lamps and turning off the overhead light. He took out a couple of small scented candles, lit them and placed them on the window sill. Hotch watched him, amazed at how comfortable the young man seemed.

Facing Hotch, with a flirtatious smile on his face, Reid pulled off his sweater vest and then undid his shirt. Running his tongue along his bottom lip, he shrugged off his shirt and then pulled off his shoes and socks. Hotch's mouth fell slightly open as Reid undid his belt and pants and then, in a swift practised movement, took them off. He was wearing black silk boxer shorts and he ran his thumb around the waistband, all the while keeping eye contact with Hotch.

Then Reid walked over to him. "Shall I undress you?" he asked softly. Hotch could only nod as Reid began to unbutton his shirt. He slid the open shirt off Hotch's arms and then moved to undo his belt. Hotch felt his breathing quicken as the young man unzipped his pants and began to push them down. Reid's hands brushed down his thighs and Hotch shivered. He stepped out of his pants and pulled his socks off. Then Reid pushed his boxers down, making no comment on Hotch's slight erection.

Reid gestured to the bed. "Make yourself comfortable," he said. Hotch lay down on his front on the towel, propping his head on one hand as he watched Reid pour oil onto his hands and then rub them together.

The young man dropped to his knees next to the bed and Hotch let his head flop down. He closed his eyes as Reid placed both hands on his back and then asked in a quiet voice, "Where do you need it?"

"My neck," mumbled Hotch, letting out a small groan as he felt the slick hands spreading oil all over his back. The gentle hands stroked down his back, over and over, warming and caressing him.

Hotch could feel a new warmth creeping through his body. A smile played on his lips as Reid's touch urged his muscles to relax. He let out small sighs and moans of pleasure, the firm strokes soothing and also arousing him.

Then he felt the bed dip as Reid climbed on. The young man straddled him and moved his attention to Hotch's shoulder blades. Pressing his thumbs into the skin like footsteps, Reid worked his way around each shoulder blade and then returned to broad sweeping strokes. Hotch's cock was now hard. He had never had a massage like this before.

Hotch squirmed a little as the long fingers finally made their way to his neck and shoulders. They sought out the awkward knots of muscle and probed and released each one, bringing groans from the older man. Hotch felt a shudder run through his body as Reid pushed his fingers into the tight muscle at the back of his neck.

The massage continued and Hotch grunted as Reid worked into the tight sore muscles. He caressed the base of Hotch's skull and worked his fingers round to gently caress Hotch's jaw. Then he leaned down, and Hotch felt Reid's hair slide across his face as the young man spoke softly into his ear. "What else would you like?" he asked.

Hotch could barely speak. He certainly couldn't remember the list of extras. All he could think about was how good it felt to be naked between Spencer Reid's thighs and how, if he wasn't careful, he was going to end up humping the bed. He let out another moan.

Hotch made a noise that signalled agreement. It wasn't really a word, but Reid understood what he meant. He climbed off and turned Hotch over. Then he took hold of the older man's hands and pulled him gently to a sitting position.

With an intense look on his face, Reid hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer shorts and lowered them. Kicking them off, he knelt in front of Hotch, placing his hands on Hotch's thighs. Then he leaned his head forwards and took Hotch's aching cock in his mouth.

Hotch let out a guttural groan as Reid circled the head with his tongue. He moved backwards and then forwards, taking in more of Hotch's cock. It felt so good. Reid sucked and licked at his cock, drawing more and more of it into his mouth. He pulled back and then opened his mouth wide, deep throating Hotch's cock. When Reid moved one hand to lightly cup and caress Hotch's balls, Hotch found himself moaning. He reached for the young man and pushed his hands into his soft hair. "Oh God Spencer," he muttered, "Fuck me."

Reid pulled his mouth away, pausing before swooping and running his tongue around the head as Hotch groaned. "OK," he said, "Just a second." He reached for the back pack and rummaged for a moment, before producing a foil packet. Reid ripped it open with his teeth and then rolled the condom over his own stiff cock.

Hotch slumped back onto the bed as Reid climbed on. Hotch's eyes were dilated with lust as he drank in the sight of the naked Spencer Reid preparing to fuck him. It had been a few years since he had last done this and he was quivering with anticipation.

The older man gasped as an oil slicked finger slid into him, twisting and stretching. He fisted his hands into the towel he was lying on, spreading his legs as wide as he could, loving the feeling of Reid's finger – no, fingers – inside him. "Fuck me, please," groaned Hotch, canting his hips and rolling his head.

The fingers slithered out of his hole. Then Hotch hissed and gasped as Reid pushed his hard cock into him. Hotch lifted his legs and wrapped them round Reid's waist as the young man reached for his nipple and began to twist it gently.

Hotch looked at the young man kneeling between his legs. He grunted with each thrust, feeling Reid's hard cock pushing deeper and deeper into him. Reid's breathing was coming faster and a beautiful flush crept across his throat. He looked at Hotch. "Good?" he whispered.

Hotch could only nod. Reid had curled his hand around his cock and was pumping firmly, counter to his own thrusts. Hotch made a sound, close to a whimper and jerked his hips upwards. Reading him, the young man increased the pressure on Hotch's cock, whilst leaning down and swiping at Hotch's nipple with his tongue. This was all Hotch needed and he let out a cry as he found the release he had been needing.

Reid kept stroking Hotch's cock, his hand becoming covered in fluid. At the same time, he started to pant as he fucked Hotch, harder and harder. Still trembling from the force of his release, Hotch gazed at the young man. His hair fell over his face and his mouth was slightly open as he concentrated on the movements his hips were making. Reid gave a sudden gasp and then with a groan and a shudder he came.

A moment later, he pulled out and reached into the back pack for some baby wipes. He handed one to Hotch and they both cleaned up.

Hotch sat on the bed as Reid picked up his clothes and got dressed. He wasn't too sure what he should do now. Reid collected up the things he had brought and packed the back pack. Then he looked expectantly at Hotch.

Reid coughed. Hotch felt a little uncomfortable being naked, so he pulled on his boxer shorts. Reid was now scratching his neck and looking ill at ease.

"Oh God," said Hotch, bringing his hand to his mouth. He had completely forgotten this was a business arrangement. "Sorry. Er, how much?"

"It's fifty for the blow job and seventy-five for the fuck, so that's one hundred and twenty-five altogether."

Reid delved into his back pack and handed Hotch a flyer. "Before I forget," he said, "Man2Man have a special offer on at the moment. If you book two more massages before the end of next month, you get a twenty-five percent discount."

"Discount?" asked Hotch. He was still amazed that Reid could be so matter of fact and businesslike. He really was right about being a professional.

"It's quite a saving," said Reid, "Man2Man aren't cheap." He paused. "But I hope you thought I was worth it?"

Hotch had to smile at Reid's typical need for approval coming out. He was like an anxious puppy, waiting for a pat on the head or a bone. Hotch gave him a warm smile. "You were definitely worth every cent."

Hotch grabbed his wallet and was horrified to find he only had fifty dollars in there. He held the money out to Reid. "I'm sorry; I don't have any more cash on me. Can you take a cheque?"

"No," replied Hotch, "I can't take advantage of you. You wouldn't accept that from anybody else. Let me drive you home and I'll stop at the ATM on the way."

"Hotch, I'm not turning tricks in downtown DC," Reid reassured him. "I'm not a crack addict, I never let anybody tie me up and I always carry my gun."

"I don't want you to become another face on the board, Spencer," said Hotch earnestly. "Prostitutes are an easy target and you know that. The homicide rate . . ."

"For female prostitutes is 204 per 100 000 in the United States," interrupted Reid. "Over fifty times the rate for the next most dangerous job for women, which is working in a liquor store. I know the statistics, Hotch, and I have no intention of becoming one."

"Even so, "said Hotch, his tone serious, "It might be legal where you come from, but it isn't here. I would hate you to lose your job over this."

Hotch patted his leg. "Of course I wouldn't tell anybody. But I really think you need to be careful. Is there no other way of you earning some extra cash?"

Reid shook his head. "I used to make good money whenever I went back to Vegas. But last time I wasn't careful enough and managed to get myself banned from every casino in Nevada. I do have a trust fund, but I can't touch it for another five hundred and twelve days." He smiled. "Not that I'm counting or anything. And I have already checked to see if there are any loopholes. There aren't."

After he had dropped him off, Hotch watched the young man pocket the cash he had given him without counting it. He had slipped in another fifty dollars, feeling acutely uncomfortable that Reid was so short of money that he needed to do this. Reid hadn't seemed embarrassed, and he did provide a good service, but even so, it was hardly an ideal choice for a sideline. He pondered on it while he drove himself home.

The next day at work, Reid found an envelope on his desk. In it, was a cheque for five hundred dollars and a note, which read:

This should cover the next two months. I know you're not a charity case, so in return, you could come over and relieve some tension for me. Let me know what you think.

The cheque was signed Aaron Hotchner. Reid looked up and caught the eye of his boss. He smiled at him and nodded.

A few minutes later, Hotch walked through the bull pen, rubbing the back of his neck. Gideon passed him and said, "Stiff neck, Hotch? You need a massage."