Title: Trust Me
By: TheLovethief
Pairing: Reid/Hotch
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.
Summary: Reid finds it hard to trust people. Hotch thinks he should do something about that.

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The journey home was quiet but not peaceful at all. Reid sat in the passenger seat of Hotch's black Sedan, trying not to glance at the driver too often. The young agent could tell that his boss was pissed off. Hotch hadn't said a word since they'd left the plane. And Reid knew why. He had screwed up.

They'd been working a rather disturbing case in Chicago. A killer who had loved to torture his victims to death - slowly and painfully. The profilers had gotten a lead and had been able to find the Unsub. Before they could arrest the man, however, Reid had put himself in danger by trying to negotiate with him - despite Hotch's warning that no words could ever get through to a person like that. His superior had made it very clear that talking would be pointless in this case. Nonetheless, Reid had tried to convince the killer verbally...and had almost gotten himself shot.

The young doctor glanced warily at Hotch who was staring straight ahead, his jaw set and his fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel.

Reid felt an overwhelming urge to say something, to break the tension in the car.

"Hotch...," he started slowly.

The older man cut him short. "Not now."

Reid bit his lip and nodded, waiting for the awful drive to come to an end. It seemed to last an eternity but finally they arrived at Hotch's place. Silently the agents stepped into the house.

Looking a little lost, Reid stood in the middle of the living room as Hotch disappeared into the bedroom.

A minute later the older man returned, still wearing a grim expression on his face. He took off his jacket and placed it neatly over the back of the armchair.

"You have trust issues," the senior profiler said out of the blue.

Reid looked at his superior, unsure of how to respond to this.

He tried nonetheless. "Uhm, I..."

"Don't say a word," Hotch warned with a quiet yet dangerous tone in his voice. "I'm talking now."

Reid swallowed.

"You ignored my orders today and put your life at risk," his boss continued. "I don't want people in my team who don't trust me and disregard my instructions."

Once again, the younger man wanted to interrupt but Hotch lifted his hand to quiet him.

"We need to work on this," the unit chief stated matter-of-factly and threw his youngest team member a scrutinizing stare. "Don't you agree?"

Not knowing where this would lead, Reid gave a very slight nod.

"Good," Hotch said curtly. "You will do what I say without questioning my orders and you will keep your mouth shut unless I tell you speak. Understood?"

A slight hint of panic crossed Reid's face.

"Understood?" Hotch asked again, more forcefully this time.

Utterly mesmerized by the black eyes staring at him, the younger man nodded.

"Get undressed," the older man ordered firmly, knowing full well that Reid didn't like to strip in a brightly lit room while his lover remained clad.

Feeling more than a bit intimidated, the young doctor started to slowly take off his clothes.

Hotch watched his subordinate for a while, getting more and more impatient. "Get a move on."

Reid didn't want to upset his boss further. He quickly got rid of his yellow shirt before removing his pants and finally his plain white boxers.

The younger agent stood completely naked in front of his superior. He kept his head down to allow long strands of hair to fall into his face. They provided at least a tiny shield to hide behind as the rest of his body was exposed to the intense stare of the older man.

Hotch took his time to take in the view that presented itself. He adored Reid's slender figure, the soft paleness of the boy's skin and the way too prominent hip bones waiting for strong hands to grip them.

For a brief moment Hotch wondered how someone so beautiful could feel so very uncomfortable in his skin. It was a shame that Reid couldn't see his own gracefulness and preferred to disguise his true self with hideous clothes and withdrawn behavior.

But Hotch could look through the wall the young man had build around himself. And he wanted to help him tear it down and get rid of all those fears and inhibitions that kept him from having a real life with real experiences. Today he would go a step further in order to reach that goal. The senior profiler knew that it was going to be painful, but the prize would be worth the effort.

"On your knees," he said in a smooth, piercing voice.

Reid obeyed. As in slow motioned he fell down on his knees, waiting for whatever Hotch wanted to do. He didn't dare to look up but he saw the shadow moving on the floor and he could hear foot steps as the older man walked around him. Then the sound of something metallic behind his back.

"Don't move," the same hypnotizing voice ordered.

Strong hands grabbed hold of Reid's arms and brought them together behind his back. Suddenly the young agent knew what was about to happen and he couldn't help but squirm under the firm grip of his boss.

"I told you to keep still," Hotch repeated. In a well-rehearsed motion he fastened the handcuffs around Reid's wrists.

As the familiar "click" sounded, the older man could actually see how his subordinate tensed up. He had a pretty good idea how hard it was for Reid to kneel on the floor - naked, restrained and helpless.

Hotch brought his mouth close to the younger man's ear. "Relax," he murmured and tucked the strands of light brown hair behind Reid's ear. The senior agent wasn't done yet.

He took the thin black scarf he'd brought from the bedroom and began to blindfold the boy.

Immediately, the young doctor started to panic. "Oh God, please don't do this," he whimpered.

From behind Hotch put both arms around the trembling man's upper body and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Trust me," the older man whispered in Reid's ear. The stayed in this position for several minutes until Hotch could feel his subordinate calm down a bit.

His left arm remained around Reid's chest while his right hand started to stroke firmly down the boy's spine. By the time the fingers reached the bottom end of the younger profiler's back, the whimpers had started again. This time, however, there was no fear in these pleading sounds.

"Please...," Reid said and tried to push back against Hotch's hand.

"Don't talk," the older man growled and pressed his own muscular body roughly against Reid's thinner frame. He could feel the blood rushing through his veins and heat spreading in his body.

Abandoning his lover's inviting backside for a moment, Hotch's right hand started to unbuckle his own belt. He pushed his trouser and boxers down as far as his kneeling posture allowed it, and focused on his blindfolded and cuffed subordinate again.

Hotch tightened his grip around the younger man's chest and started to prepare Reid.

The reaction at the sudden intrusion came instantly. Reid let himself fall back in an attempt to intensify the contact with Hotch as much as possible.

Encouraged by the younger man's gesture of need, the older man continued to ease his way in.

Reid was panting heavily, apparently struggling to keep quiet as his boss had demanded. He'd experienced this feeling of total closeness so many times already. With Hotch and before with...

"Oh God," he moaned as the stronger man did that special thing with his fingers...

Even though Reid had been through that pleasant procedure so often before – now, immobilized by the cuffs and blindfolded with the scarf it became even more intense. There were no distractions, nowhere to look, nowhere to move. Only strong arms holding him and experienced hands taking care of him and the feeling of Hotch's hot breath at the back of his neck.

Out of the sudden the fingers were gone. Reid couldn't quite suppress a whining noise at the unexpected loss.

He couldn't see the older man behind him getting ready for the next step. All the young doctor could hear was the small promising sound of foil being torn apart and then...nothing.

"Hotch?"

Reid knew he wasn't supposed to speak and was already bracing himself for another scolding.

What followed, however, was not a verbal attack.

With one fast movement Hotch buried himself in Reid, still holding his left arm around his lover's thin torso to keep him from falling forward.

The senior profiler stilled for a moment. "Do you trust me?" he asked in a very low voice.

Overpowered by the feeling of Hotch inside him, Reid nodded weakly.

"Say it," the older man ordered, forcing himself not to move until he got the reply he wanted.

The younger man exhaled audibly. He thought he couldn't take it any longer and he knew what he had to do to get what he needed. "Yes. I...I trust you." And he almost meant it.

Hotch smiled. He then gripped Reid's bony hips with both hands and started to push in relentlessly.

When the older man felt himself getting close to the edge he reached around his lover and began to stroke him steadily. Hotch felt how Reid's body started to tremble under the double stimulation and he knew that it wouldn't take much longer.

Hotch changed the angle and hit a very sensitive spot. The younger man tensed up immediately and screamed at the overwhelming sensation.

At this the older man felt couldn't contain himself any longer. Hotch groaned loudly, drowning the weaker sounds that were still escaping from Reid's lips.

Finally, when the shock of release had subsided, Hotch pulled away, giving Reid space to sink down onto his heels. The senior profiler removed the blindfold and the cuffs.

Reid winced as Hotch touched his tender wrists. He'd been pulling too hard at the restraints during their encounter, causing his skin to break. Until now he hadn't even noticed the damage – too many hormones had obviously clouded his perception of pain.

"I hurt you," Hotch stated the obvious, lightly caressing the broken skin with his thumb. There was no regret in his voice, but perhaps a slight hint of guilt.

Reid looked down at his torn wrists. "Yes," he simply said.

The older man looked inquiringly at the younger man's face, looking for any signs of resentment.

There were none.

Reid put his hands on his superior's shoulders and placed a gentle kiss on the older man's lips.

He then brought his mouth to Hotch's ear and whispered: "Thank you."