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“What do you mean he failed the qualifications? How can someone fail and still be put on as a consultant? Is he that hot?” Emily grins.

Hotch shuts her up with a cold glare as he drops a large file on the table with a slap. “There will be no gossiping about the new consultant. This is the FBI. Be professional.”

Emily raises her eyebrows, looking over to JJ with a caught-in-the-act sorry expression.

“We’re in over our heads in this case. It’s been two days and the Unsub is becoming more impatient. We all know these types of killers thrive on law-enforcement interaction. If we don’t crack this code soon, he will become frustrated, and he will escalate.”

“We can’t afford to lose any more victims,” Rossi sighs.

JJ nods. “We haven’t seen this many in…”

The room is quiet. They haven’t seen this many victims lost in years. It’s a chilling reminder of the type of work they do and how every second counts.

How every decision they make can mean the difference between life and death.

How someone is depending on them.

“He’ll be here any minute. Everyone needs to be on their A-game. We don’t have any more time to waste.”

“The clock is ticking.” Emily nods. “You think he can crack the code? The certified code breaker from Harvard we brought in was stumped. I can’t imagine anyone more qualified.”

Just then, the door opens. A delicate young man walks through; shoulders slumped and face obscured by long, shoulder length curls.

The team, minus Aaron, gapes at the young man, practically still a boy. Surely this fragile looking college kid isn’t their new code breaker?

The young man makes his way over to the boards with all of the relevant case files attached and appears to be scanning them with his eyes. He hasn’t said one word to the team or even acknowledged their presence.

Derek is the first to make a move. “Hey kid, wanna tell me what you’re doing there?” Because this is certainly not who they’re waiting on.

The young man turns around only slightly; just enough that Derek can see the “Hello, My Name is…” sticker plastered on his chest as he taps on it twice with the rest of his attention still on the board.

“Dr. Reid?” Emily humms. She’s impressed, and her posture lets up slightly at the title. Derek, on the other hand, only clams further up and crosses his arms against his chest- there’s no way this kid is a doctor.

“Hello, Dr. Reid. I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner.” Aaron strides forward with his hand outstretched to shake Dr. Reid’s hand in greeting. Dr. Reid merely looks at his hand and shakes his head. He turns to face Aaron and gives a small wave instead.

Aaron adjusts without missing a beat; he won’t call attention to Dr. Reid’s eccentricities as much as he can help it and carries on as normal. He thinks he catches the hint of a smile. “Thank you for coming in on such short notice. This is my team, SSA’s Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, and David Rossi and finally our media liaison Agent Jennifer Jareau.” Hotch points to each agent as he names them.

Dr. Reid nods to each one before Aaron continues, “As you can see from our evidence, we can’t make heads or tails of this. We think the unsub is escalating though, so we only have hours to crack this and find the victim before it’s too late.”

Dr. Reid nods and moves back to the boards, turning his back to the team.

Morgan is looking at them both with steam coming out of his ears. “Hotch, you can’t be serious?” He’s outraged. “This kid? How is he supposed to solve this when even seasoned professionals haven’t been able to?” Morgan hisses in Hotch’s ear.

Hotch just frowns at his seething agent. “What other choice do we have? We’re running out of options. Give Dr. Reid a chance.”

“Yeah, and we’re running out of time. So we can’t waste any more on dead ends. C’mon, do you really think he’ll be able to figure this out? Be serious, Hotch.”

Behind them, Dr. Reid is tracing invisible things in the air as he stands in front of the evidence, completely absorbed in his own world.

“I look forward to working with you, Dr. Reid,” JJ says pointedly while glaring at Morgan. “Let me know if there’s anything you—”

Dr. Reid puts up his hand, effectively shushing her while he doesn’t miss a beat, still tracing out intricate patterns into the blank space in front of him.

“If you need a marker, we have plenty,” Prentiss offers.

This time, Dr. Reid stills and turns around, looking at them all head on for the first time. He licks his lips, opens his mouth, and looks around. His eyes land on Hotch but his brows only furrow.

“Hey, she was talking to you,” Morgan asserts, but Dr. Reid doesn’t answer. “Hello? Earth to Dr. Reid? Why is this kid ignoring everything?”

Morgan throws his hands in the air in exasperation and reaches forward to grab Dr. Reid’s shoulder, and he flinches and steps back, colliding with the evidence board behind him. The board falls to the floor with a loud crash- documents and crime scene photos fly everywhere. Dr. Reid is shaking, his arms crossed protectively over his chest as he leans forward into an almost a fetal position head down facing the floor. He’s breathing rapidly but no other sound comes from him. Hotch steps between the two men.

“Dr. Reid- Spencer, may I touch you?” Aaron asks the frightened young man. Spencer nods but doesn’t look up. Hotch places a calming hand on Spencer’s back and softly rubs his upper back and shoulders until he’s no longer shaking as badly.

“You aren’t ignoring us are you? You can’t speak, am I correct?” Aaron ignores the shocked gasps from the team, his eyes are focused on the scared Dr. Reid in front of him.

Dr. Reid is visibly shaking again when he locks eyes with Hotch, a look of abject terror gripping his features; Hotch can see it plain as day. But what he can also profile, just under the surface, is relief. So when Spencer gives the tiniest little nod, he doesn’t hesitate in grabbing his hand and pulling him up to his feet.

Spencer lunges forward and hugs him fiercely.

“Woah, looks like the kid likes you,” Morgan laughs awkwardly, trying to deflect the earlier tension.

Presntiss is grinning ear to ear and says, “Hotch has an admirer.” From her tone, however, it’s clear she’s uncomfortable as well.

JJ doesn’t say anything, just bends down and starts gathering all the scattered files. Rossi helps pick the board back up and together he and JJ start to pin everything back to the board how it was. As they are pinning the last photo to the board Dr. Reid makes a sudden move from Hotch’s embrace.

“Woah, kid, what is it?” Rossi exclaims.

“Dr. Reid?” Hotch whispers. At the same height, he’s just about level with Dr. Reid’s ear and speaks low enough that only he can hear him. “It’s okay- It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” He’s got no idea why those words came tumbling out of his mouth, he’s never been the consoling type, but with Dr. Reid shaking in his arms, it just feels right.

Dr. Reid unwraps the rest of his body from around him somewhat reluctantly and heads to the board. He starts rearranging the evidence into a completely new order than it had been. Before the team can question it though, the police station door slams open and another clearly younger looking kid runs in holding a cup of coffee and skids to a stop in front of them.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Dr. Reid! The line at Starbucks was soooo much longer than I expected!” The is breathing heavily, still winded from his run over to them.

Spencer frowns at him and holds his hand out for the coffee.

“Huh? No, oh-” he stalls. “Sorry, no this is for me.”

Spencer keeps his hand held out for it.

“C’mon, Dr. Reid…” he whines. It’s as if there’s a conversation going on that no one else can hear. “You can’t be serious! I said I was sorry!”

Dr. Reid reaches out and swipes it from his hand. A meaningful look flashes on his face that the kid seems to decide not to mess with.

“Ugh... fine.” He looks around the room for the first time. “Right, uh. Yeah, so, I’m Kyle. I’m Dr. Reid’s interpreter.”

“Great, another kid,” Morgan says with clear exasperation rolling out of him, but looks to Dr. Reid and has the decency to appear apologetic. “Sorry, Doc. I didn’t realize you're deaf.”

“I’m a junior!” Kyle scoffs. “And Dr. Reid is my Professor. He’s got, like, 4 pHDs or something.” Reid makes a movement and Kyle winces. “Right, 5, whatever. Well, actually he’s doing a philosophy BA right now too, so I guess he technically is a student, really. But... Yeah, I’m his TA, sorta.”

“But he looks so young, he can’t be more than 25!” JJ says to Kyle as if Dr. Reid wasn't right there.

“He’s 27, and actually most of his degrees he already had by the time he was 22. He’d have more but since he can’t talk anymore it takes longer to argue his dissertations,” Kyle says dismissively.

Morgan shoots an impressed look at Dr. Reid but he’s not met with any discernible response.

“Oh, and Dr. Reid isn’t deaf. He can hear just fine. He just doesn’t speak,” Kyle says, addressing Morgan. Hotch raises an eyebrow at Kyle. Something about this kid is rubbing him the wrong way. Hotch trusts his instincts after years of being in law enforcement and he can tell when someone isn’t a good person. Kyle is definitely not an interpreter out of the kindness of his heart.

“Oh,” JJ says reflexively, then blushes. Everyone could hear the dismissal in her voice. The disqualification. “No, I mean. Well, why?”

Kyle opens his mouth to respond and Dr. Reid’s soft, silent, angry intake of breath is enough for Hotch to take a protective step towards him and get his team back in order. “We’re on a timeline here,” he barks. “Enough of this. Dr. Reid is here to assist us, and you will show him his due respect.” He turns to Dr. Reid, now right by side. “Dr. Reid, let me know if there’s anything I can do to assist you.”

Spencer nods at Hotch and goes back to rearranging the board in a pattern none of the rest of them can see. When he’s finished with all the files he gestures impatiently at Kyle, who opens his messenger bag and brings out a large book. The team looks at it curiously, not recognizing it.

Spencer flips through the pages rapidly and points out random pages to Kyle. Kyle frowns for a moment before turning to the team.

“Dr. Reid knows where the bad guy is keeping his victims.” Kyle reaches back in his bag and pulls out a map of the area.

“How could he possibly know?” Morgan says skeptically.

Reid quickly pulls the map out of Kyle’s hands and smooths it down on the police station’s conference room table, completely ignoring Morgan. He looks back to Kyle impatiently, holding out his hand for which Kyle rummages in his bag and hands him a case of thumbtacks.

Forming a complex shape on the map, Spencer presses them in and calculates invisible equations in the empty space before him. The team is gaping at him.

Kyle is looking giddy beside him, and turns to Emily. “Sometimes I help with these. That’s why they picked me to interpret. I showed him where to put the last two pins, actually. I’m very smart.”

“Dr. Reid didn’t get to choose his own interpreter?” Emily asks curiously.

“Oh no, the head of the linguistics department chooses Dr. Reid’s TA and whoever gets the position also gets an extra credit towards their degree. It is a very sought after position, because unlike the other TA jobs there’s no class to deal with, you just have to relay Dr. Reid’s thoughts,” Kyle says, puffing out his chest proudly, clearly under the impression that he is impressing Emily.

Reid doesn’t pay any mind to him, just keeps pushing the pins in one after another until he yanks his hand back and cradles it to his chest.

Hotch steps forward to study the pins and turns in awe to the young genius. Dr. Reid- Spencer- just completed a geographic profile in under ten minutes.

Reid points at the last three pins looking in frustration and Hotch watches as Kyle has his back turned, hopelessly failing at trying to flirt with both Emily and JJ. When he looks back, Dr. Reid’s big, expressive eyes are looking at him and so he picks up a pin, looking for direction.

Clumsy as his movements have become, Spencer points to a place on the map and Hotch presses it in, then another, and another.

When he presses in the last one, Dr. Reid’s hand rests on top of his and he relocates the pin a centimeter to the right. Dr. Reid is standing so close he can smell the lavender scent of his shampoo.

Dr. Reid’s hand is shaking, struggling, and Hotch moves his overtop instead to steady him. Dr. Reid looks at him and he can see the relieved breath that leaves him.

Hotch starts massaging the hand beneath his, sees Dr. Reid’s hand twitch as he slowly works out the small kinks in his fingers. It doesn’t look like a pained wince so he keeps going and Dr. Reid doesn’t make a move to stop him. A moment passes, and Hotch clears his throat while he takes back his hand to get the team’s attention back on the map.

Everyone is trying to make sense of the pattern but he and Dr. Reid have their eyes locked on each other. There’s a still moment of staring before Dr. Reid thrusts out his hand and Hotch immediately understands what he wants.

Slow and firm, he works the pads of his thumbs into Dr. Reid’s palm, over his knuckles, and down each one of his fingers. The muscle inside is stiff. Gently, he applies hard pressure in the crook of his Thenar Group and Adductor Plexus muscles, and Dr. Reid’s eyes go wide.

Spencer looks at Hotch in shock and then he looks at his hands that are being held and massaged so gently by the other man. No one has ever understood his requests so fast. Agent Hotchner only just met him and already they were on the same wavelength. He wants to groan in pleasure as the agent applies pressure to his sore hand. Of course his groans would still be silent but he wonders if the agent would understand what he means anyway.

Spencer wants to thank Agent Hotchner for stepping in with Kyle earlier and again now for noticing his pain. Even Kyle never noticed when Spencer’s hands started aching. It was yet another reason he and Kyle were not compatible. He’s not sure what he’s feeling but it’s more than casual gratitude towards the handsome agent. Spencer reluctantly pulls his hand away and points to a small area on the map.

Once again Hotch immediately understands what the genius means. This one is a bit more obvious, but he doesn’t care.

“That’s where we’ll find our victims?” Hotch confirms out loud. At Spencer’s nod, he starts gearing up to head out. He calls for teams of SWAT and divides his agents among the local uniforms.

Hotch squashes down the sudden pang of sadness that he feels now that the consult is over.

He’s only just met Dr. Reid but the chemistry between them is nearly palpable. Not that he’s ever told the team, and frankly he’s done a superb job at hiding it, but he much prefers men over women. It’s just that finding someone he really clicks with is near impossible. Most people are put off by his brashness; the very qualities that make him such an effective leader tend to intimidate other men.

Spencer has been receptive to everything he’s done so far. At first he seemed to be a bit of a recluse, but once they locked eyes that first time… well, it’s like they’ve been moving in sync.

It’s a damn shame this case is about to wrap up, he thinks, then scolds himself at the thought. There are lives on the line. He needs to get it together and get moving.

The team hurries out of the conference room with the local PD on their heels. They hightail it out to Dr. Reid’s location and manage to catch the Unsub by surprise, saving the lives of the remaining women the Unsub kidnapped.

Hotch is satisfied with the result of the case- it went far better than he anticipated, but his stomach is left in a knot. He’s still thinking about Dr. Reid and how he couldn’t even manage a goodbye before he ran off.

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Spencer spent the last few days thinking of a certain BAU agent nonstop. He can’t get the feeling of how good Agent Hotchner’s hands felt on him out of his head. He hasn’t allowed another person to casually touch him in years. It’s not entirely clear to him yet why he feels so comfortable around Agent Hotchner, but he does.

Comfortable enough to allow him a liberty he’s been too scared to let anyone have in so long and he doesn’t regret it. If anything, he’s craving more.

He’s replaying the scene in his mind over and over again just for some relief. After he provided his information the team rushed off to catch their suspect, and since he wasn’t an active member of the FBI or the police force he had been politely escorted out of the station with Kyle. How rude it was to be grouped in the same category as Kyle

He still feels a pang of sorrow that he wasn’t been able to say goodbye to the handsome agent. His life has continued in the same monotonous routine as before his in person consultation; he spends his days trying to get his points across to people who don’t even attempt to make the effort of trying to understand him. The only time he feels like himself is when he plays chess in the park with the local prodigies.

He used to play chess with his mentor Gideon in the evenings but after the incident that left him unable to speak or have full function in his hands, Gideon abandoned him. It was gradual, Gideon leaving him, but it wasn’t until after Gideon learned he would never fully recover that he truly left for good.

In the early days when he was still learning how to communicate again it was Gideon who suggested he take on remote consults for the local police. “To keep your mind sharp kid,” Gideon told him as he laid in a hospital bed with his arms in bandages and unable to say a word, or even shake his head.

Gideon started training him to join the Bureau when he was seventeen years old but after the incident, once it was determined that he could no longer speak, the FBI lost interest in him no matter how high his IQ.

It took Gideon two more years before he too lost faith and moved on without a goodbye just leaving a note to find in his office. However, before he left, Gideon used his connections to get Spencer onto the local police station's radar. After he solved every case they sent him, word spread and stations across the country started sending Spencer their impossible cases.

It’s been nearly a decade now of Spencer solving cases. The normal procedure for him is detectives sending in files of cold cases they’re unable to crack, and Spencer taking his time to solve them. Once he has the cases solved he dictates his thoughts on them to his TA so they can send the responses back.

Because of the trauma of the incident Spencer is unable to write or type and the TA, who now unfortunately is Kyle, has to send the emails for him. It grates on him that his name is attached to the emails Kyle sends, because they contain so many spelling and grammatical errors, but he doesn’t have much choice if he wants to continue helping people.

Kyle is his only way of communicating with the outside world. Kyle is by far his worst interpreter, the latest in a string of bad TAs, all eager college kids looking to get an easy credit. None of them have ever actually wanted to help him, or cared about the accuracy of their interpretations. As a certified genius, it makes him want to rip his hair out.

When the file for this last case was sent to Spencer, a request was made that he come to the station in person. Because of how many victims had already been killed, and the time frame they were working with to save the new ones, they didn’t have time for him to dictate his answers and needed him to be there to crack the code in real time.

Spencer is glad he didn’t listen to his inner voice telling him not to go; he would go in person and deal with Kyle over and over if it meant he could be in the same room as Agent Hotchner.

Spencer wants to spend every second of every day with him and his rough hands massaging more than just his fingers next time. He wants Agent Hotchner’s hands on far more intimate places on his body.

The next file that ends up on his desk asking for in person assistance is a case in the midwest. The file says the BAU will be there and Spencer is holding it to his chest, thinking through every possible scenario, but ultimately knows he will end up going there in person. He can’t miss the opportunity to see Agent Hotchner again so soon.

Kyle walks in, eyeing him curiously—but not too curiously—Kyle has more passive thoughts than actual critical thinking skills. Spencer’s not too sure how he even ended up in the PhD program to begin with. Nepotism, most likely. Kyle has a rich dad.

Doesn’t matter; he’s not going to waste any more time thinking about him. Kyle is a big waste of time. Only problem is, he’s got to get his message across to him now.

He groans. Spencer is pointing to a picture of a plane and Kyle doesn’t seem to get it. First the file, then the plane.

It’s not that hard.

They’re going to fly to Kansas to work on the case. Why can’t Kyle understand? Waste of time.

Plane. File. Spencer.

He’s got a headache throbbing against his skull by the time Kyle lets out a big “Oooooh!” and another two hours before they’re boarding the plane for Kansas. He can’t wait to see Agent Hotchner again.

Aaron hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the young genius. The way the doctor fit so perfectly in his arms. How they seemed to understand each other’s thoughts. When Aaron thought about how hard it must be for Dr. Reid to go through life without basic human connection; he felt anger churning in his gut. That stupid brat assigned to him was more of a hinderence than a help. Aaron wonders if maybe he can use some of his influence to get Dr. Reid a better interpreter.

He has a file in his hand by the time afternoon rolls around and he makes his way to Erin’s office. He spent the better part of the morning searching for a case that he knows they can use Dr. Reid’s assistance on, or at least that’s what he’s going to explain to her. Another killer with a cryptic attention-seeking message, this time in Nowheresville Kansas. His team could probably decipher it within a day or two if they really put their minds to it, but he’s got the hint of an excuse to pull Dr. Reid in, and he’s going to take it.

Hotch is almost surprised at how fast he gets the approval to call in Dr. Reid. Erin barely listened before signing the forms to allow civilian consultation to be brought in. Erin only cares about numbers and if this Dr. Reid person will get the case solved in less time then she doesn't care. Hotch has to keep the smile off his face when he gets permission to send the file to Cal-tech.

Hotch tells JJ to gather the team to the briefing room- they have a case. After the team has been gathered and briefed, Hotch slips one final note to them.

“Due to the nature of this unsub’s cryptic message, I have asked Dr. Reid to join us again. He will be meeting us there.”

“Seriously? After the way the last case went down I’m surprised he’s willing to have anything to do with us,” Morgan states glumly, still slightly ashamed of how he acted when he first met the young doctor.

Reid proved him wrong, cracking the code instantly and successfully tracking the unsub’s location. Morgan had a grudging respect for the mute genius now and was frustrated that he didn’t have a chance to properly apologize for scaring him.

The way he had flinched so violently backwards at his touch told the experienced profiler that Reid had definitely been abused at some point in his past. He felt guilty for scaring a fellow abuse victim and wanted to make up for it somehow. At least now he’ll be able to express his regret for how he acted.

“Ha! Shows what kind of profiler you are.” Emily winks. “He was totally into Hotch, of course he’s willing to help us out again.”

Rossi laughs in agreement.

“Kid definitely didn’t seem to mind Aaron’s hands on him,” Rossi teases.

“That’s enough! Wheels up in thirty,” Hotch barks and if his face is slightly red, the team is smart enough not to mention it.

On the jet, Hotch feels a giddy anticipation he hasn’t experienced for quite some time. Possibly even since high school. Right before they exit he finds himself double checking his hair in the mirror, straightening his tie, and wondering what Dr. Reid will think about him.

When Dr. Reid finally arrives at the precinct, Hotch is sitting at a desk covered in evidence, and he stumbles on his feet the second they lock eyes.

Hotch’s chest flutters.

“Dr. Reid. I’m so glad you could join us,” Hotch tells him as he gets up from his temporary desk piled with evidence to greet him. “I apologize for running off so abruptly before.”

The way that Dr. Reid’s lips part, head tilts, and hands wrap around each other is enough of an answer, and Hotch delivers one of his private smiles just for Dr. Reid’s viewing. The two of them exist in their own world for just a moment.

“Hey, boss!”

Great, it’s Kyle.

Kyle has a mouthful of food which he sprays everywhere when giving his greeting, and coffee stains down his shirt. As soon as he notices Emily and JJ he brushes his hand down his front, trying to get crumbs off his clothes, but only succeeds in creating more of a mess.

Hotch’s dislike grows as he watches Kyle fail to tidy himself up. He is supposed to be an extension of Dr. Reid and how he presents himself is a terrible reflection of that. Hotch nearly growls at the disrespect he’s displaying.

A hand on his arm surprisingly steadies him. He looks over and Dr. Reid is touching him while frowning at Kyle. A subtle shake of his head and Hotch knows to drop it. Dr. Reid can fight his own battles.

Without thinking, Hotch is covering his hand with his own; it feels as natural as breathing. He’s not sure what’s gotten into him lately but he doesn’t care to stop it. He’s been thinking about Dr. Reid’s hands every waking moment since their last case together.

Dr. Reid’s scowling face twitches with a smile, soft and sweet, and it makes him look even younger than he already is. Not two seconds pass before Dr. Reid seems to remember himself and pulls his attention towards the mess of evidence.

He’s careful not to shake Hotch away and guides their hands to a magnified copy of the Unsub’s note. It’s not apparent at first what he’s trying to get across, but Hotch’s attention to detail is second to none and he quickly picks up on what Dr. Reid is saying to him.

Neither of the two exchange any words as Dr. Reid uses a series of insensible gestures and expressions, all of which Hotch manages to understand.

JJ is looking at them and says, “Is that ASL?”

“No, I’ve never seen that before.” Emily shakes her head.

Kyle is right beside them, and cuts in, “God, no, I wish. That’d make my life sooo much easier. Dr. Reid can’t manage the movements with his fingers. They're way too fucked up.”

Hotch twitches in anger at Kyle’s words that any part of Dr. Reid is ‘fucked up’.

“No, we use a system that’s completely unique to Dr. Reid,” Kyle continues, pulling a large familiar book out of his bag.

“Oh! That’s the book you used on our last case,” JJ exclaims.

“I was curious about that book, I don’t recognize it,” Rossi adds.

“Right, yeah, so basically like, some of the old professors got together and made this thing for Dr. Reid after his accident. It’s essentially a large picture book, where he can point to each page and it’s up to me to figure out what he’s trying to say!” Kyle once again looks so proud of himself. “Sorta like he’s a big toddler,” he says, almost as an afterthought.

“It’s not like a regular picture book, though. This book has a bunch of different science terms that Dr. Reid is an expert in so he can try and communicate what he’s talking about. That’s why usually only a science grad student can officially be his TA, but they chose me cause I’m really smart, even though I’m majoring in phys-ed.” Kyle looks so smug when he finishes his explanation.

Hotch knows Dr. Reid can fight his own battles, but he takes pleasure in fighting this one for him. “KYLE. Go. Go fetch some coffee. Now.”

“I’m not an assistant!” he scoffs. But it doesn't hold any weight, not under Hotch’s glare, and he scampers out of the room with his tail between his legs.

With Kyle gone from the room Hotch lets out a breath and feels some of his tension ease. Looking over at Dr. Reid, he’s surprised to see him staring at him with a look he can’t decipher. Suddenly Hotch feels an overwhelming amount of guilt- he just sent away Dr. Reid’s method of communication- and he did it without even asking if that was okay!

Spencer senses Agent Hotchner’s regret and squeezes tighter on his arm. He’s not upset with him for standing up for him. Spencer actually loved watching Kyle get taken down a peg. That boy thinks he’s so important and misses all the queues that Agent Hotchner picks up on in less than a day of knowing him. Kyle is an idiot, and more of a burden than anything else.

He’s not worried in the slightest that Kyle is gone, not with Agent Hotchner by his side. It’s a wonderful revelation. He goes through the rest of the message that the Unsub left for the Nowheresville County Police Dept, pointing out all of the inconsistencies in religious references and Hotch dictates it all down in neat, legible handwriting. Very professional, very FBI. Spencer is definitely not finding his handwriting attractive.

“Hotch! Come check this out,” Morgan yells from across the station. Hotch stands up to go see what his agent found. But before he leaves he faces Reid. “My friends all call me Hotch. You can refer to me that way too if you want.”

Hotch leaves a stunned Spencer to go examine the new evidence with Morgan. No one has ever given Spencer permission to refer to them privately by a nickname before, not since the incident. Once they find out he’s mute they stop introducing themselves to him; they forget that he needs a way to identify them in his head.

Hotch. Reid feels a warm tingle thinking the nickname opposed to the cold impersonal Agent Hotchner, and how he understands him in a way that no one else tries to anymore.

When Hotch makes his way back to him after finishing with Morgan, he brings his attention to his chest where his name badge hangs. He points at his name several times to the bafflement of the older agent.

“I know your na- oh! Spencer? You want me to call you Spencer? Is that it?” Hotch finally figures out what he means after a few minutes of him repeatedly beating at his chest. Spencer beams at him and nods.

Hotch smiles for the second time that morning.

It takes just over an hour for Spencer to really nail down what the Unsub is trying to say because there’s a heavy delusion behind it that throws all logic to the wind but he eventually forms an understanding in large part due to Hotch’s helpful profiling insights.

They make a great team. They don’t even have to open the book Kyle left behind, they are so in-sync.

Even when Kyle does show back up with cold coffees forty five minutes into it they hardly notice he’s there, and certainly don’t ask him for help.

This time when Hotch and his team leave to capture the Unsub, Spencer goes in for a hug. He feels like he’s floating on clouds when it’s returned.

When the case is closed, they fly back with the relief of a win.

Spencer is sitting next to Hotch who gracefully extended an invitation on the jet to him over the commercial airlines he knows that Spencer detests. The team has already been called to another case out west so it’s a perfect twist of fate.

For Kyle, not so much. Spencer hopes he’s still sitting in the terminal.

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Hotch requests Spencer’s help on six more cases over the next couple of months, with each case he solves he gets enveloped in Hotch’s warm embrace. It’s more hugs than he’s had in years squeezed into a tiny window, and yet he still wants more.

They continue like this with Spencer helping out seemingly every other case until Hotch finally video calls him and asks if he would like to come to Quantico for a sort of trial run. If it goes smoothly Hotch wants to invite him to join the team permanently as their private consultant.

Spencer is ecstatic; he’s got nothing holding him to California and the thought of getting to work with Hotch everyday makes his heart race.

Spencer has Kyle sort through the old cold case files he’s received from cities around the world, and flies to Quantico alone with a stack of cases connected to currently active serial murderers. Spencer grins as he remembers Kyle figuring out that he wasn’t invited.

“What do you mean I’m not going with you?” Kyle shrieked while Spencer finished packing all the files into his messenger bag. Spencer didn’t bother interacting more with Kyle; he'd made his position clear. Kyle is not coming.

With Hotch in Quantico, Spencer won’t need Kyle to butcher his thoughts. Hotch does a much better job figuring out what he’s trying to say with no one to interpret than when Kyle attempts to speak for Spencer. Kyle is only in the grad school at all because his rich father bought his way in.

As an afterthought, Spencer did grab his book of pictures. It might be useful just in case.

“They won’t be able to understand you! Only someone who’s studied that book can translate what you mean,” Kyle shouted from behind him. Spencer didn’t look back.

It’s not true. Hotch will understand.

Hotch meets him outside by the front entrance, big fond smile and everything. He feels his heart thump madly in his chest. What a gentleman.

On the sixth floor the team greets him, and he’s introduced to the final member, Penelope Garcia the computer analyst. She’s loud, bright, and goes in for a hug which he ducks behind Hotch to avoid.

“Garcia! We ask before we hug strangers,” Hotch scolds as he stands protectively in front of Spencer.

“I’m so sorry sweetie, I forgot we don’t really know each other with how much I’ve heard about you from my Chocolate Adonis. You helped my family come home so much sooner with each case you worked! I just wanted to thank you,” the bubbly girl rambles.

Spencer, who is still hiding behind Hotch, gives her a small wave to acknowledge her but doesn’t move. Garcia squeals with delight at Spencer’s wave and heads back to her cave not wanting to overwhelm the poor boy more than she already has.

Moving past the rough start, the team enthusiastically shows Spencer around the office but he’s only got eyes for Hotch, following him up into his private office and cataloging every bit of personal touch in there. He wants to understand him inside and out.

Spencer takes in each of the photos in Hotch’s office. Hotch with the team, Hotch receiving an award, Hotch with a young boy. It’s clearly his son from the picture of him holding a newborn in the next photo. Spencer happily notes no wife in any of the visible photos. Hotch appears to be available.

It’s not surprising, not to Spencer at least, that he's attracted to Hotch. He fits right in with his type: confident, older, and attentive. Not to mention tall, dark, and handsome, but that’s just a bonus.

Spencer has always been interested in older men, probably something to do with growing up without a father figure and all his peers being older than him since he graduated high school at twelve, but that’s neither here nor there.

Spencer craves Hotch’s attention in a way he hasn’t since Gideon, though in a slightly different way. He wants Hotch to be impressed with him, and he wants those small rare smiles that are just for him, but most of all he wants to hear “good boy” coming from those stern lips. He shivers at the thought.

As Hotch finishes the tour of his office and the bullpen, he shows him a desk near Morgan’s where he can work, and Spencer violently shakes his head no. He gathers all the files he can carry from the desk, pushes them into Hotch’s hands, and then marches back up to Hotch’s office. When Hotch follows Spencer he sees the genius sitting on his couch with his arms crossed and a pout on his face.

....Seems like the desk is a no.

Hotch puts all the files in his hand onto a corner of his desk and goes to the couch to sit beside Spencer.

He doesn't have the heart to tell Spencer no, and quite frankly he doesn’t want to. Sharing an office, well, he likes the idea. As long as it’s Spencer...

“Spence?”

He looks over, lips still pouty, and Hotch’s chest flutters.

“Fine, you can stay. We’ll share my office. How’s that sound?” He feels like the decision was already made if he’s being honest.

Spencer’s sad expression melts right off and there’s a dazzling smile in its place. Hotch has a face full of his hair before he knows it as Spencer wraps his arms around him in a hug.

His face burns red and he clears his throat awkwardly; he’s so gone for the new consultant. His heart won’t be able to take much more of this.

But it’ll have to, because as they get down to business and start pouring over an old case file, Spencer keeps shifting closer to him and stealing glances that he can feel burning into the side of his head. He doesn’t even stop moving closer when their thighs are pressed warmly together, or when he’s reading the file with his chin resting on his shoulder.

Even with all the distractions, Hotch and Spencer are able to close a record amount of cold cases in one day. Hotch is amazed as always to see Spencer’s mind in action as the genius silently words things out to himself and draws conclusions seemingly from nowhere. Hotch puts the last file aside and smiles at Spencer who is practically on his lap.

“Are we going to talk about this?” Hotch looks pointedly down at one of Spencer’s thighs overtop his own, and the other not too far behind, not to mention his own hand that’s made its way around Spencer’s waist.

Spencer licks his lips and softly shakes his head. It makes Hotch want to taste for himself.

“Oh, we’re not?” His tone is light, and Spencer is smirking mischievously. It’s nice to be understood. “I guess we should get to work on the next file then.”

Spencer huffs— Hotch finds it adorable. When he picks the last file back up, Spencer smacks it out of his hand and presses forward to kiss him, making all of his wildest dreams come true and sending fireworks shooting throughout his chest, boom, boom, boom.

When Spencer finally lets him go his lips are red and swollen with use; Spencer’s eyes are wide and shining, a devious little smile playing out on his lips, and he shifts the small distance up onto his lap.

Spencer brings his hands to Hotch’s chest and curls his head under Hotch’s chin. Hotch wraps both hands around him and hums softly. Spencer has always had to make the first moves in his sexual encounters otherwise people keep missing his signals, but Hotch is the first who got him. Spencer shifts his hips on Hotch’s lap and is pleased when he can feel the reaction beneath him.

Yeah, Hotch definitely gets him.

Spencer places a soft kiss on his neck and slides his fingers through the gap in his dress shirt to get a feel of his bare skin underneath and the chest hair covering it. He can feel his own body heat up in response, the sheer masculinity of Hotch making him crazy. The broad shoulders, the hairy chest, the hard muscles, God, Spencer is done for.

“Oh,” there’s a voice at the door and Spencer has half a mind to throw the file at it so it’ll go away. “So this is why you’ve been cooped up in your office, Aaron.”

“Dave,” Hotch groans. “Keep this to yourself, please.”

“Keep what? I didn’t see anything. But while I’m here, the team is going out for a celebratory dinner. You should come. You, too, lover boy.” Rossi grins.

Spencer is still contemplating the throwing file. Hotch looks at him in question, though and Spencer nods his head yes, because he would love to go out to dinner with Hotch, even with a bunch of leeches tagging along.

The dinner is delightful. Spencer enjoys hanging out with the team in a non professional setting. It’s nice to see them relax and make jokes. He is, of course, seated beside Hotch, with Derek and Emily across from him, and JJ and Rossi at either end of the table. The computer analyst girl he met earlier was expected to come for drinks later but was still working at the office so they were having dinner without her.

There was only one hiccup, JJ had chosen the restaurant, Chinese, and Spencer knew she probably didn’t do it on purpose but with his hands the way they are he can’t use chopsticks. Even a fork and knife is difficult. He didn’t protest her choice though not wanting to make a scene on his first night out with the team.

By the end of the dinner his plate is still full of food, having only managed to eat one bite of pork and his stomach is rumbling. Everything looks and smells mouth watering but it’s much too difficult to eat.

He feels like crying, and wishes he were alone with Hotch so he could lean into him and feel safe. Something about Hotch just puts him at ease, he just can’t put his finger on what.

It’s been well over an hour since Hotch touched him and he’s antsy for more, especially sitting right next to him. He’s in the middle of attempting to handle his chopsticks when one of his fingers locks up and a shooting pain makes him jump and drop everything.

It falls back onto his plate, another bite wasted, and he pouts his lips out to Hotch while nudging his sore hand against his thigh under the table. Hotch doesn’t even break conversation when he grabs it on his own and starts massaging it secretly.

Finally, Spencer relaxes.

Garcia texts Morgan that she’s finished with her work for the evening and the team agrees to meet at a nearby bar, as they will be driving separately they all leave the restaurant not paying attention to the fact that Hotch and Reid haven’t gotten up.

“You don’t like Chinese food? We could have gone somewhere else?” Hotch asks as soon as they are alone.

Spencer shakes his head and looks at Hotch with pouty eyes he’s perfected over the years; he knows they’re irresistible.

“No? Then you don’t like Sichuan pork? You should have told me, I would have given you mine or ordered you something else. I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood your order,” Hotch fretted.

Spencer shakes his head vehemently— Hotch did nothing wrong and he doesn’t want him to worry as much as he enjoys being worried over.

“Okay— oh.” Hotch is still holding his hands and he presses the pad of his thumb into his muscle. “It’s because your hands hurt. I’m so sorry, Baby, I should have put that together sooner.”

Spencer’s eyes go wide. He doesn’t care about the food or his hands anymore. Hotch just called him Baby. A smile erupts on his face and Hotch smiles right back.

Spencer leans in for a kiss and tastes the spiciness on his lips. He wants to hear it again. He wants to hear it a million times. Or just once will do.

“Let me help.” Hotch picks up a piece of pork and holds it up to Spencer’s lips but Spencer shakes his head.

“No?”

Spencer shakes his head.

Hotch stares at him for a moment with those dark eyes, inquisitive and earth shatteringly handsome. “Let me help, Baby,” he whispers.

And Spencer opens up with a blush hot on his face but the pork falls from the chopsticks— they weren’t made to be used like this. Spencer pouts at Hotch, lip puffed out and eyes shining, and he nudges his hand toward it instead.

Hotch has his hand raised with the next bite of food for Spencer when his phone ringing interrupts them from going further. Hotch looks at the caller ID and sighs.

“Morgan, it’s pretty late and Reid had a long day. The time difference is finally starting to catch up with him. I’m going to drop him off at his hotel and then head home myself.”

Hotch is still holding a piece of pork up so Spencer leans forward and closes his lips around Hotch’s fingers while he’s talking on the phone and licks the sauce that has dripped down. He takes the piece of food and chews slowly while looking at Hotch with desire that has nothing to do with food.

Hotch lied to the team so they could have alone time, Spencer isn’t tired at all, and arousal is coursing through his veins. Hotch snaps his phone shut and turns a heated gaze onto Spencer who has swallowed the food and is now licking Hotch’s fingers suggestively, sucking a little on the tips before moving his head down to lick the length of each finger.

He continues to feed him until the plate is nearly gone, absolutely reveling in the way Spencer uses his tongue and the look of his lips wrapped around his fingers. He’s rock hard in his pants and straining to keep a grip on himself, but this is the most sexy lewd thing that’s ever happened to him and he can’t will it away.

When it’s all gone, Spencer softly guides his fingers into the leftover sauce and looks him right in the eyes as he wraps his lips around them and sucks. His tongue runs along the underside then swirls around, and spit is starting to drop down his lips.

If this is any indication of how Spencer gives… what Hotch thinks he’s implying… then Hotch has gotten himself in way over his head.

Hotch shakes his head trying to clear his thoughts. They’re still in public though Spencer doesn’t appear to mind (or remember) he places his hand not covered in spit on Spencer’s head and waits till he has the genius’s full attention.

“Instead of going to the hotel you reserved, why don’t you come to my place? I have a guest room so nothing needs to happen right away but it will certainly be more comfortable than a hotel room.”

The nod of agreement is immediate- Spencer never planned on staying in a hotel, not with Hotch’s house nearby, and it has nothing to do with the amount of microorganisms that statistically cover those disgusting hotel beds. He just knows a good opportunity when he sees one, and Hotch has been nothing if not accommodating to his every wish so far.

Hotch leaves money on the table and holds out his hand for Spencer. They have a long night ahead of them.

He shows Spencer to his guest room— it’s actually Jack’s room but provides the same function as a guest room when Jack isn’t around, when they arrive back at his house, assuming he may appreciate some privacy after a long day, or perhaps have changed his mind once things started to cool down on the drive back, but Spencer has no intention of letting the momentum go.

Spencer looks him right in the eye with the same look from the restaurant when his lips were wrapped around him and pulls him by the tie in the direction of his bedroom. In retrospect, it should have occurred to him that trying to give Spencer his own room wouldn’t have worked out. He’s nothing if not persistent in what he wants, something Hotch isn’t used to.

Spencer doesn’t pause to notice the small personal details of Hotch’s bedroom, he’ll have time for that later. Right now he has one focus, and he means to achieve his goal as soon as humanly possible. Spencer pushes Hotch onto the bed and straddles his hips. He attempts to remove his shirt but his arms get caught in the sleeves in his haste. Hotch is watching Spencer with amusement from his position on the bed.

Before Spencer gets too frustrated though, Hotch sits up and starts to help him remove his clothes.

“Hey, hey.” Hotch grins. “Calm down. I’ve got you.” He untangles him with a calmness that Spencer never feels. He’s always keyed up to an eleven especially around Hotch.

Hotch pulls his face in, cupping with a calloused hand and presses their lips together, hard stubble on smooth skin as they work their mouths against each other . Hotch’s hand makes its way to his hip and finds a home there squeezing what little bit he’s got.

Hotch makes him feel like a twiggy little thing, tall but all skin and bones on top of his well trained body, muscles and flesh everywhere. It’s a body that’s well worn; it’s put in the work and it shows.

He picks him up like a feather, adjusts him how he wants him, and Spencer’s heart skips a beat because yes that is exactly what he wants. Pick him up, move him, bend him, fold him up like a pretzel: he wants to be manhandled and he means it when he says man.

And dear God, Hotch is a man.

His man. He will be, at any rate.

Spencer tilts his head back in invitation and Hotch kisses down his neck as he slips his hands up to feel his hairy, muscled chest again. He’s never been so turned on before. Never so early in knowing someone, and never so intensely as he is right now. He feels seen.

And he feels a rock solid cock pressing into his thigh from his seat in his lap.

Spencer reaches down to stroke Hotch through his pants. Hotch moans in encouragement, bucking his hips. Spencer fumbles with the zipper until Hotch moves his hands aside and removes his pants on his own. Spencer presses his lips to Hotch’s in thanks and holds Hotch’s thick member in his hand. Hotch is solid and huge, Spencer can’t get a tight grip but he starts to rub the length with one hand while he fondles Hotch’s balls with the other. Hotch’s coarse hair feels good on his fingers.

It’s a difficult thing to grip tightly around his cock, but he wants to show Hotch a good time, wants to make him feel amazing- the way Hotch has made him feel, so he tries as hard as he can to stoke tight. His fingers are cramping up but the look on Hotch's face is addictive.

Only a minute in, Spencer is about to be in tears and he has to stop stroking no matter how much he wants to power through it.

“Hey, hey, shh Spencer it’s okay, we don’t have to go further.” Hotch strokes Spencer’s face wiping his tears away. Spencer shakes his head in frustration. It’s not about not wanting to go further, it's about not being physically able to. Spencer has never felt sorry for himself in a lover's bedroom before and he’s not going to start now.

Determined to not disappoint Hotch Spencer gets down on his knees and takes Hotch in his mouth, swallowing down his cock in one go, he has long since gotten rid of his gag reflex. Hotch’s hands grip Spencer’s hair tightly as he bobs up and down, spit running down Spencer’s face as he drools over Hotch’s cock.

“Oh, god,” he groans. “Oh, Spencer.”

Spencer slips his tongue under the base and swirls it around the tip when he comes up for air, then sucking it back down deep in his throat not a moment later.

“Oh—fuck, Spencer, Baby. Good boy, feels amazing, holy shit-”

Time stops when he hears the praise fall from Hotch’s lips; it’s gratifying and everything he needs. Suddenly he’s working harder, sucking deeper, getting sloppy and excited, trying to deepthroat himself on Hotch’s cock.

“Spencer, Baby, Spencer…” Hotch is muttering above him.

Spencer can feel the thickness of his cock pulsing against his tongue. He’s about to cum down his throat, and he can’t wait to taste it.

He looks up and meets Hotch’s eyes the moment he tastes bitterness rush out and fill his mouth at the same time he feels Hotch try to tug him back and warn him that he’s cumming. Like hell he’s going to let it go to waste though, and he gulps it all down one spurt after another until he’s dizzy with lack of air.

His eyes are watery from keeping them open to watch Hotch stare at him in slack-jawed awe and when he finally shuts them tears roll down his cheeks. Messy, messy, there’s body fluids completely covering his face but he’s never felt better. Dirty, but satisfied and alive.

He pops off Hotch’s cock with a wet pop and licks the last bit of cum dripping from it before shooting him a sweet puppy dog pout like he wants more.

Like he didn’t just gobble down his cock with porn star quality.

Spencer is so hard, he’s aching, his cock is pressed so tightly against his pants he’d be surprised that his zipper has managed to stay closed with the extra pressure straining it, but his cock isn’t really big enough for him to ever worry about busting through and his pants can easily handle the extra pressure. Hotch reaches down to pull Spencer up from where he is still kneeling on the floor between his knees. With Spencer standing and Hotch sitting on the bed, Spencer’s still covered dick is practically at eye level.

“My turn.” Hotch growls and lowers Spencer’s pants and boxers in one go. Finally Spencer’s neglected cock springs free bouncing up against his stomach. Spencer’s cock is cute and adorable just like the rest of him, small enough that Hotch can cover it entirely with one hand. Spencer squirms in embarrassment, he doesn’t usually let his partners look at him but Hotch is different, he makes him feel safe. He still moves to close his thighs after a moment of Hotch just staring but Hotch presses a hand to each leg and keeps them open.

Hotch gazes intently for a moment drinking in the gorgeous sight before him. Spencer watches his face for a moment looking for any hint of judgement but finds nothing but heat and lust in Hotch’s eyes.

Hotch licks his lips and grasps Spencer firmly in his hand. Spencer’s eyes flutter shut, he’s so close already it won’t take long.

“So pretty, Spencer, Baby.” Hotch leans forward to get a taste when he hears it.

Goddamnit, that’s his work ringtone.

He looks from Spencer’s precious little cock which is centimeters away from him up to his desperate face. He can already see the range of emotions playing across it: hunger, want, desperation, surprise- he wants nothing more than to take Spencer in his mouth and make him feel amazing, just a single taste, but he made a promise to the United State Government, and he intends to uphold it.

Spencer grabs for him as he backs up saying, “That’s work. One minute.”

JJ is on the other end of the line with news of a kidnapping so time is of the essence. Hotch barely refrains from throwing his phone across the room. Spencer puts a hand on Hotch’s shoulder and Hotch looks into his eyes and he’s surprised to see understanding there, something he’s never seen in another partner's eyes when work interrupted their time together. He sighs and stands up already getting redressed.

“Let’s go, they need us.”

Chapter Text

The team is all gathered in the briefing room when Hotch and Spencer show up together. Spencer is impressed that he managed to make himself look presentable considering he wasn’t able to finish what he was doing with Hotch earlier. He was still half hard in the car, right up until he heard the details of the case; a kidnapping case was a sure fire way to kill an erection.

“Hotch I’m not sure this case is up Dr. Reid’s alley. Why did you bring him with you?” JJ asked, startled to see Spencer walking in with him.

“This isn’t a code breaking case and we can’t waste time flipping through a picture book. Everyone knows the first 24 hours are critical in an abduction case. We need to find this child and we have less than 18 hours left to do so.” She looks mildly apologetic as she turns to Spencer as if he wouldn’t mind the way she was speaking down about him. She wasn’t even speaking to him.

Spencer merely raises an eyebrow at her. He’s good for more than just code breaking, and he doesn’t need to prove his usefulness to this team, but he will. He isn’t planning on leaving Hotch’s side anytime soon. Not now, not ever. Especially not a kidnapping case. Especially not this kidnapping case. This one is personal, for both him and Hotch.

Spencer saw how tightly Hotch clenched his fists when he got the news. He knows Hotch must have been thinking about his own son, picturing his face on the victims. Spencer needn’t have worried about JJ’s comments though, as Hotch is quick to jump to his defense.

“Spencer will be very useful on cases like this. He sees patterns the rest of us don’t, and has more knowledge than all of us combined. With time being of the essence we can’t afford not to take full advantage of every asset we have available to us.” JJ opens her mouth to protest and Hotch pushes on, not willing to let her speak another bad word about Spencer.

“That’s enough, JJ. I’m the Unit Chief for this team. I decide who does or doesn’t go on the case and we’ve wasted enough time now. Get to the jet; you’ll brief us on the plane when we're up.”

JJ’s eyes shift from him to Spencer, a scowl almost perfectly hidden on her pretty features before she nods and walks out of the room.

“Thanks for coming, Pretty Boy. I bet you’ll be a huge help.” Morgan grins. He goes to pat Spencer on the shoulder and then remembers halfway through that he doesn’t like touch, he awkwardly puts his hand down, and follows Emily and Rossi out of the room.

“After you,” Hotch says just low enough for Spencer to hear.

On the jet JJ hands everyone but Spencer a case file. “Sorry, I didn’t make enough copies, I wasn’t aware we were bringing you along, so I guess you’ll need to share with someone.”

Derek raises an eyebrow at how overtly rude JJ is being but a glance from Rossi makes him keep his opinions to himself.

“Hey Pretty Boy, if you want you can read over my shoulder.”

Spencer flushes at being called Pretty Boy again but he knows Derek doesn’t mean anything by it. He shakes his head no and tugs on Hotch’s arm.

“Spencer will share with me.” Hotch doesn’t even need to look at Spencer to know he’s nodding in agreement.

Hotch lets Spencer pick where he wants to sit and takes the seat next to him, pulling out the case file. Spencer’s eyes race over the page when it’s in front of him and then he sits back waiting for Hotch to finish.

“Did you actually read all these details that fast?” Hotch doesn’t try to hide his awe as Spencer shyly nods. Spencer keeps getting more and more impressive.

After an afternoon baseball practice, six year old Ethan Holmann went missing on his walk home. Seven miles of winding country road, and no witnesses. This is the third abduction in a four month period. The police hadn’t linked it until now because the bodies of the first two boys were found in separate counties and they don’t always communicate like they ought to.

When they touch down, Hotch doles off assignments and everyone gets to work. Down at the baseball field, Morgan and Prentiss are going over the last few steps that Ethan took in search of any missed evidence.

JJ holds the hands of the missing boy’s parents as they mourn the potential loss of their child, trying to prepare them for their pleading debut on the local news.

Rossi is at the crime scene where they found the last body trying to see if there is anything left they can profile even though the scene has been disturbed.

Back at the station, Hotch and Spencer are pouring over the evidence of the past few cases in an attempt to find a pattern. Some way to trip the Unsub up- they all make mistakes; Spencer just has to find it.

Hotch didn’t even bother to assign Spencer to a role while handing them out. One look at him and there isn’t any doubt that he is planning on sticking by his side, and besides, who would translate without Kyle?

Hotch has plenty of work to do but he can make the time to make sure Spencer is being heard. He’s not only invaluable to what they’re trying to accomplish, but also… Hotch doesn’t want to be without him.

And honestly, Spencer doesn’t seem to want to either, the way he’s clinging to his side. He hasn’t so much as gone to the bathroom without Spencer breathing over his shoulder. It’s rather endearing, really.

Spencer taps insistently on Hotch’s arm; he’s found it! A pattern, something that links all three boys together. All three went missing during an after school sports practice. It wasn’t unusual for spectators to watch children’s sports so it wouldn’t have appeared off if the Unsub was in the crowd. Especially if he was someone who talked to each boy a little during the games so they weren’t uncomfortable with him and would willingly go with him when he asked.

But what Spencer noticed is that all three boys went missing on days when a certain coach was on the field. The coach had already been questioned and had alibis but the coach's younger brother… no one would have thought anything if he was talking to the players.

There’s six hours left on the clock so time is becoming an everpressing issue. If the Unsub hasn’t disposed of the child already, he will soon. There needs to be a search warrant out for the coach’s brother yesterday and now Spencer is practically thrumming with that knowledge.

Hotch turns around, expression open, his eyes searching Spencer’s movements easily. His features are hardened but that’s only because of the nature of the case; Spencer remembers the picture frames lining Hotch’s house and office and a small blonde boy not unlike Ethan Holmann was in every single one. The close resemblance makes the case that much harder on him.

“Did you find something?”

Reid nods fervently. Yes, he did! Hands pointing to the field, he realizes he connected everything in his head and isn’t sure what to point to.

“The field,” Hotch says.

Reid points to Ethan, points to a photo of Coach Flemings on the evidence board.

“No, we already checked his alibi. We have him on CCTV at the bank during the time of abduction.”

No, that’s not what he meant.

He points to Ethan, to Coach Flemmings… to… his picture book.

Shit, JJ was right. But the clock is ticking. Every second counts in the race to save Ethan.

He flips through the pages— they’re mostly scientific terms, useful lists of phrases in several different languages, examples of the most common ciphers— things that aid a genius.

Right now he needs a picture of a family, a brother, but he knows every page in there and there isn’t one, not in this book anyway. Instead, he settles on a Punnett square and taps on the lower left corner. Brother.

Taps on Coach Flemmings. Punnett square. Ethan.

Hotch looks confused, shit. They’ve never had a misunderstanding. Why now? This is less than ideal.

Maybe it’s because Spencer isn’t making much sense and he even knows it himself.

Ethan is somewhere alone and fighting for his life. A small child crying for his parents, crying for anyone to come rescue him, take him home, tuck him into bed and tell him everything is going to be okay.

Coach Flemmings. Punnett square. Ethan.

Kyle was right, too. This couldn’t be happening.

Spencer is frustrated now, upset even. Why does he have to be like this? His incompetence is going to get a child killed.

Worse it was going to get Ethan killed. Spencer can’t lose this Ethan, not when he had so badly failed the last Ethan that was relying on him.

(Spencer was waiting for Tobias to come back and fill him up with the happy drug that would make all this pain go away. He was tied to a chair from the dorms, barely coherent, when the barn door crashed open. Spencer glanced up praying the police finally found him.

“Spencer, thank god! When I saw the video I knew I recognized this place!” Ethan, his roommate, his best friend, his partner, his love, his Ethan, he was finally here. Everything was going to be okay. Spencer gratefully slipped into unconsciousness.)

Spencer knows he can get Hotch to understand this, and points slowly to punnett square, coach, and Ethan.

Hotch focuses, clearly Spencer knows something that he doesn’t. He focuses on the two pictures he could make sense of.

“The coach has Ethan, or the coach has something to do with Ethan?” Hotch questions. Spencer nods frantically.

(Spencer blinked awake; he was still tied to the chair. But this time Ethan was slumped against the wall of the decrepit barn, blood streaming down his face from a gash near the top of his skull. Spencer screamed.

“Ethan! No, Ethan! Please! Wake up, Ethan, wake up! Ethan!”)

It’s not enough, Hotch still doesn’t get it. Spencer is desperate. He yanks Hotch’s head down and does something neither of them expect, not in a million years. Brushing his lips against Hotch’s ear, he whispers the final word.

“Brother!”

Spencer sits back down in shock. He can’t believe that he just did that. Hotch, too, was looking completely astonished.

“What? Spencer, can you say that again?” Hotch asks just to clarify that he heard what he thought. Spencer’s voice had been so soft. Barely there.

Spencer shakes his head and trembles. He knows he won’t be able to speak again. Hotch is going to be mad. Hotch is going to leave him. Just like everyone else. They all leave him eventually. He keeps disappointing everyone he cares about.

Bad, bad, bad. He shouldn’t have opened his mouth. Hotch is on the phone talking loudly with someone, barking orders left and right.

(“No one wants to hear what a sinner has to say, boy.” Charles yanked back the whip and lashed at Spencer once again.

“Sinners don’t need their hands, you only use them for sinning. Touching that boy where you had no business touching.” Charles had a baseball bat and Spencer couldn't get away.

“Not another sound sinner.” Slap! Bang! Shattering bones. It hurt. It hurt so bad! He couldn’t bear it another second.

Screaming. Pain. Spencer couldn’t pinpoint the moment exactly when his screams became silent.)

Hotch is still on the phone but he gives Spencer a thumbs up before issuing orders to whoever is on the other line. He hangs up the phone and starts dividing the officers into groups. He snaps out orders leaving no room for argument.

Spencer’s whole body tingles at the power in Hotch’s voice. The command in his words makes Spencer want to fall onto his knees for him. Spencer feels something tight in his chest unfurl as he watches Hotch in control.

“Let’s go, officers. Ethan is counting on us.” Hotch turns to him. “Spencer, we’re heading out to Kevin Flemmings residence, the coach’s brother.” He leans in quickly, far too unprofessional for the setting and kisses him softly on the cheek. Thankfully, no one saw. “You’ll have to stay here because as a consultant; no field work. But I’m so proud of you, baby. We’re going to get Ethan back.”

Spencer looks up. There’s tears in his eyes and he tries to blink them away but they only manage to roll down his cheeks. He’s grateful and overwhelmed, happy and relieved. Ethan is going to be okay. Hotch will save him. Hotch can do anything.

“Stay safe, Spence. I’ll be back soon.”

Hotch strides out the door with the authority of a man on a mission, one who knows exactly what he’s doing. If he were in a better frame of mind, Spencer would tremble at the display.

Hotch and his team corner Kevin, the brother, in his backyard as he tries to flee. Morgan slams him to the ground while Prentiss kicks out the lock to the basement and finds Ethan hiding in the corner scared and shaken, but alive!

When the team finally arrives back at the station, it’s to an antsy looking Dr. Reid wringing his hands in the corner, staring at the clock.

“Spencer,” Hotch says the moment he sees him. It takes everything he has not to run over and scoop him up in his arms, but apparently Spencer has that covered as he springs up and launches himself into his arms for the entire precinct to see.

Somehow, Hotch can’t bring himself to care. He presses a kiss to Spencer’s hair and whispers low and intimate in his ear, “We got him. Ethan is okay, he’s with his parents getting checked out at the hospital.”

Spencer only tightens his grip around his neck, and he can feel the change in his breathing against his chest. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. Ethan is okay and all thanks to you. I’m so proud of you.”

Hotch watches as Spencer looks up, eyes shining, and he barely resists breaking the barrier of plausible deniability by leaning down and kissing him but he refrains. For now, it’s enough to just be close in his embrace. “So, so proud, baby. You saved a life. I know that wasn’t easy for you, and you still did it. You have such a big heart.”

Spencer’s lip quivers; he can feel the tears threatening to spill. Hotch is so assuring, so sweet. He wants to soak up his praise and lay in it like a cat in a sunbeam. The praise- it’s real, he can hear the conviction, the fullness of his words, the way he means them deep in his chest, and the feeling of being accepted, not balked at, even thanked for.. for… using his dirty, bad voice…

“And… I’m so honored,” he whispers. “That you chose me to speak to. That you let me hear your voice. I want you to know that I don’t take that lightly, Spencer. And…” Hotch pulls back just enough to study Spencer’s face—any signs of discomfort, unease, anything that would hint at what he wants to say next wouldn’t be received well—but it’s all calm acceptance. “And your voice… It was beautiful. Thank you.”

Spencer starts shaking and this time the tears do fall so he buries his head on Hotch’s shoulder. Hotch hugs him firmly, holding his head against him. Morgan comes up from behind the two of them, eyeing Spencer. “First kidnapping case is always the worst,” he says. “Poor kid.”

Spencer isn’t listening to anything Morgan is saying, though. He subtly kisses onto Hotch’s shoulder and then presses his lips against his ear, hot and low. “Safe.”

Hotch isn’t sure if he means him or Ethan, but either way it’s true, and he holds him silently until he lets go. If it takes everything he has, he’s going to make sure Spencer is always safe with him.

In lieu of patting Spencer on the back Rossi comes over and pats Hotch.

“Good work, Kid, we wouldn’t have put it together without you. Hotch is right, you add a valuable perspective to this team. Aaron, I'll talk to Erin when we get back and see if we can’t make this a permanent situation.” Rossi waggles his eyebrows suggestively at the last bit and Hotch has to bite back a groan. Looks like mild teasing is what they are going to have to put up with for Rossi to keep what he knows about the two of them to himself. But he thinks he can manage, especially if it means an extra recommendation to Erin for what he was already planning on pitching to her: making Spencer an official BAU member.

When Spencer finally pulls back, his tears are dried and a soft smile has taken their place. He looks from Hotch to Rossi and grabs Hotch’s hand to hold on their way back to the jet. No one says a word.

The flight runs halfway into the night so mostly everyone is alseep. Sitting right next to Hotch in Rossi’s old spot is Spencer, and he’s soundlessly asleep on his shoulder.

Hotch kisses his hair and leans his own head back, finally allowed to let down his guard and rest.

They touch down in DC with the sun only a few hours off from rising and Spencer refusing to get up from his seat. Morgan and Prentiss laugh on their way off the jet and Rossi is no better. They all make jokes about stoic bossman Hotch having to cater to their new team genius.

“Spencer, wake up. We’ve landed. It’s time to go home.”

Spencer swats at his hand and wriggles himself further into the chair.

“C’mon, baby,” he cooes. He’s glad to be alone now so he can convince him properly, but the pilot will be wanting them vacated within minutes. “C’mon, up. We’ll get you home and in bed and I’ll cuddle you all night.”

Spencer brings the little airline pillow up to cover his face and falls back asleep. Hotch can’t say he’s not impressed.

He takes it down and Spencer swats at him again, so he hooks an arm under his knees and behind his back and lifts him up out of the seat. “If you’re not going to come, then I’ll just have to carry you.”

And Spencer wraps his arms around his neck and snuggles into him; Hotch just barely glimpses the tiniest, most pleased little smile before he presses his face against his neck and falls back asleep.

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Hotch stays awake that night for hours just stroking the hair of the sleeping genius in his bed. Even in his sleep, Spencer hasn’t let go of him; he’s cuddled tightly against him. His entire body pushing as close as he can. Haley never cuddled with him like this, she said it was too clingy, but he loves the feeling of being all wrapped up in another person, and is amazed once again how compatible he and Spencer are.

The last case plays over and over in his head and he can’t stop thinking about the fact that Spencer not only spoke, but spoke to him. He’s so touched and honored. While he doesn’t know exactly what happened to make him mute he knows it must have been incredibly traumatic, he’d received some details while looking into Spencer’s background but to respect his privacy he hadn’t delved too deep. Spencer overcoming his fear of speaking in order to save a child’s life only cements Hotch’s feelings.

Hotch has fallen hard and fast; he can’t help but imagine their future together. He can picture Spencer looking gorgeous in a white suit, and Hotch shakes his head and quickly moves on from that line of thinking. He’s only known the shy genius for a couple of months, and only been intimate with him for a few days but he wants to introduce him to Jack already. He wants Spencer to become a permanent fixture not just with the team but in his personal life as well.

Which hasn’t been a thing as of late, his personal life. It’s been endless cases with short breaks in between that he uses to see Jack when it’s his week, or otherwise to catch up on paperwork. It’s sad, but he can’t remember the last time he truly took a day, hell, even a morning to himself.

Except, well, today he is; the clock is reading eight am on the nightstand and he’s running his hand gently through Spencer’s hair, so long and soft. He stayed up all night with feelings he hadn’t experienced since he was a teenager blossoming in his chest, nearly taking his breath away.

Spencer shuffles in his sleep, coming closer to him and nudging his head against his shoulder. Those pretty lashes of his flutter open, and Hotch is done for. Big brown eyes are looking at him, laced with so much adoration he could drown in it.

“Good morning, Spence,” Hotch whispers as he leans in for a kiss.

When he pulls back, Spencer is shaking his head with a frown. He furrows his brows because, “What?”

Spencer shakes his head again, this time it’s somehow more meaningful, and Hotch smiles; blushes, even. “Good morning, Baby,” he corrects.

This time, when he goes in for the kiss, Spencer slides his hand around the back of Hotch’s neck and deepens it, parting his lips and licking at Hotch’s until he gets the memo and kisses him without reserve. After a minute, Spencer lets go and Hotch peppers his lips in little kisses as they part.

Hotch runs a hand over Spencer’s smooth chest marveling at the soft bare skin. Spencer is completely hairless. Everywhere.

“Wax?” Hotch asks out of curiosity.

Spencer shakes his head no and makes a finger gun he mimes what Hotch can only assume is a pew pew noise.

Hotch laughs fondly and continues caressing Spencer’s skin.

“Laser treatment? Because shaving was too difficult to maintain.”

Spencer flushes and nods. Once he’d started the treatment on his face, he’d splurged and continued with the rest of his body. He likes how soft he is now, and hopes Hotch doesn’t mind. Hotch smiles.

“Mhm I like it Baby,” he cooes. He likes the way Spencer's face turns an even deeper shade of red at the endearment.

Spencer flings himself forward and wraps his arms around his neck, half on top of him, hugging him tight and burying his face in his chest. “Oh, you like that?” He already knows the answer, but it’s amusing nonetheless, and he hasn’t had an excuse to be this cheeky in ages.

“So sweet. My sweet, smart, gorgeous baby.” He wraps his arm around Spencer’s waist and pulls him impossibly closer. They stay like that for a few blissful minutes before Spencer starts wiggling and sits up, straddling him. He licks his lips.

Hotch takes a guess there’s only two things the genius could be asking for right now, and as they both still need a shower, they were too exhausted last night, he decides it’s probably not sex.

“Coffee?”

Spencer breaks out into a grin.

Hotch watches Spencer pouring obscene amounts of sugar into his mug and nearly says enough. He’s not sure how to feel about his boyfriends- woah, boyfriend? No- about Spencer’s health after that. Because he must do that every morning, but he’s not going to nitpick.

The coffee snob inside him wants to tell Spencer he’s ruining the coffee with all that sugar but he decides to hold off when he sees the happy smile on his face as he takes his first sip.

There’s a certain something either in the air, or in the way that Spencer moves- his mannerisms, his gestures, his tiny microexpressions- that Hotch just understands. It may be in large part due to his training as a profiler, but even his team isn’t able to pick up on what Spencer means as effortlessly as he can, and the thought makes him uncomfortably pleased. It’s selfish and egotistical, he knows it, but it feels good to have a certain understanding with this beautiful, delicate man that no one else has.

It makes him feel special.

Spencer is looking at him with those big brows eyes peeking out from behind his mug and he smiles warmly back, answering an unasked question. “I don’t know, I guess I’ll just catch up on housework or paperwork since I don’t have Jack this week.”

There’s a pause, and he blushes. “No, I don’t just work.” Hotch says in response to Spencer’s smirk, he rubs his forehead. “I know it sounds bad, but there’s just so much to do. If I had more time for a social life… I don’t know. I would, but with the bureau understaffed as it is, a lot of the paperwork finds its way onto my desk.”

Spencer raises an eyebrow.

“I know- it’s meant for the team, but they have lives too. If I can lighten the load for them, I will. It’s my job as team leader.”

Spencer smirks at that shaking his head in amusement, Hotch is such a mother hen to his team.

“Oh, stop. I am not,” he scoffs, but he’s smiling.

Spencer is over the moon. He still can’t quite believe that Hotch is actually having a discussion with him! There are no awkward pauses or moments where it feels like he’s being used as a sounding board. Hotch is actually talking to him and somehow understanding his replies. It’s bliss.

Spencer still isn’t used to being understood, Hotch keeps surprising him with just how much he gets him. He feels like a regular person having a morning coffee with his boyfr— lover? He’s not really sure yet what to classify them as but he knows this is not a one time thing; He will be locking Hotch down. This man is his. He shows his gratitude to Hotch the best way he can by sticking his tongue down Hotch’s throat for as long as Hotch allows it.

Spencer comes in close to him and he can smell the coffee on his breath as he kisses him on the lips, lazy and loving. It’s purposeless yet exploratory, and they stand there lip locked in the kitchen kissing like a pair of love sick idiots for the better part of- how long even was that? Hotch has no sense of time perception whenever Spencer is within kissing distance.

Hotch brews him another cup, and Spencer decides that yes it’s very nice to have someone making it for him, and he sits them down on the couch to relax. He’s surprised when Hotch doesn’t even move for the remote, but instead carries on with talking like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Every other relationship he’s had began and ended with the other man completely ignoring him any time he wasn’t begging for attention.

When he finishes his coffee he scoots back, half way up on Hotch’s lap, and rests his head on his shoulder. He closes his eyes, content and happy. Hotch kisses his head, and hums softly. They sit like this for a while till Hotch softly suggests they should get ready for the day. They go about finishing their morning routines, both pleasantly surprised that they don’t get in the other's way. Even their routines are compatible.

After they’ve showered and gotten dressed, they head back to the living room. Hotch is on the phone with someone, and Spencer gets an earful about Hotch's life- something private, he can tell- and feels honored. His hand is soothing against his strong chest, and he can feel the rumbling as he speaks.

A ring sounds from the hall and Spencer looks up with curiosity and concern rolling off his features. Hotch returns the sentiment. “Wait here,” he says. He’s not sure who it is, he wasn't expecting anyone.

Hotch finds Haley standing in the front entranceway encouraging Jack to take his shoes off. The little boy is dancing out of reach of his mother and takes off for Aaron as soon as he lays eyes on him with a delighted squeal.

“Daddy!” Jack launches himself into Hotch's arms and he instinctively catches him.

“Haley, I thought you weren’t dropping him off until the weekend?” Hotch addresses his ex-wife, phone still in hand.

“Surprise! JJ called me and told me you were getting a week off from traveling to catch up on paperwork. She also said the last case involved kids. From the sounds of it you can use some time with Jack, and to be honest I need a break. That’s why I called to make sure you were home.”

He’s about to reply when Jack starts pulling at his shirt to get his attention. “Heyyy, buddy!” Hotch squeezes him until he’s giggling like mad and trying to pry himself away. “I missed you. How’d your game go last week? Did you kick butt?”

Jack smiles wide for the hundredth time and starts bouncing on his heels. “Yes! I made a goal! Mommy took a picture!”

“Oh, did she?” Hotch feigns surprise. “I can’t wait to see it!” He looks up at Haley and finds her flashing her phone at him already.

Hotch grabs Jack and hoists him up as he fawns over his soccer skills and points out what good form he had. Just like any other bundle of energy his age, he squeals with delight but is immediately onto the next thing and begging to be let down.

“I didn’t know you and JJ still speak,” Hotch finally addresses her.

“Oh.” Haley blushes and swipes some hair behind her ear; he tries not to profile her, but it’s ingrained in his system. “Well, sometimes. She offered to keep me in the loop…”

He can’t blame her; he knows he doesn’t communicate as well as he should with her. It’s part of why their marriage fell apart. Plus Jack has been rowdy the last year and he’s exhausted after only a weekend most times, he knows how hard she has it. “I’m glad to have him,” he says.

“Thanks, Aaron. Just call me if work comes up, but if not I’ll be back Sunday evening to pick him up.”

“Will do. Thanks, Hales.” He smiles at her; it’s not hard to remember all the good years they shared, even if they’re no longer painted in a romantic light. Knowing a person from your late teens until now, well, that kind of history is hard to ignore. Even if she fell out of love with him, and then he with her, he thinks he’ll always appreciate what a good person, friend, and mother she can be. “Wait, before you go, there’s actually someone I want you to meet.”

She looks surprised but nods.

He turns around. “Spencer?” He’s not on the couch. Jack is climbing up the bookcase to get to something and Hotch scolds him, pries him off it, and plops him back on the ground. Where did he go? “One minute, Hales.”

Spencer’s in his home office leaning against his desk with his nose in a book, and Hotch’s heart just melts upon seeing him for no good reason. “There you are,” he says.

Spencer looks up, and Hotch’s heart does a weird fluttery thing that he’s starting to associate with looking into Spencer’s eyes. Spencer grins at Hotch but the smile drops when they hear Haley call out reminding them of her presence. He tilts his head silently asking who’s there.

“My ex wife dropped Jack off for the week. I was hoping… you’d like to meet my family?” It would mean everything to him to have his new boyfriend— fine, yes, boyfriend. He’ll have to ask about that later but he can say whatever he likes in the confines of his own mind— his boyfriend and his family get along. “I know it’s soon, like really soon, but they’re a big part of my life, and… well, I’d really like it if you did.”

Spencer’s frowning and he turns away; Hotch can’t profile him if he can’t see, and he moves to stand in front of him. Spencer is clenching his fists, opening and closing them rapidly and his posture is rigid.

“Spencer, what’s wrong?” He moves with a hand on his forearm. “Baby?”

But Spencer doesn’t look up; he’s frustrated and if he’s honest… he’s got a slew of bad emotions whirling around inside. He already doesn’t like Haley. He had caught a glimpse when he snuck from the living room to the office, trying to give Hotch some semblance of privacy. He doesn’t like her stupid blond hair, her thin frame, her blue eyes, her feminine curves, her high voice, her stylish clothes, her stupid smile, none of it.

Bad… this is bad. Hotch will leave him for her. He’s not a petite blonde woman. Hotch is probably just using Spencer for his gay experience and as soon as he gets tired of him he will leave… just like everyone does. No. No. NO! Spencer will not allow this bitch to take Hotch from him.

Spencer crosses his arms in front of his chest mentally and physically shielding himself. He curses his stupidity. He knew there was a son from the pictures and casual mentions, but he hadn’t assumed the ex wife was still in the picture. Somehow it hadn’t occurred to him that Hotch would be keeping in touch with her.

He wants to push her out the doorway and never see her ever again. Hotch is his, and she needs to back off. She’s ruining all his plans for how he wanted to spend the day with his man. He was going to make Hotch completely addicted to his touch. Hotch is never leaving him.

Hotch watches Spencer’s guard go up and his heart sinks. If Spencer won’t get along with Jack this relationship is over. Jack is non negotiable, his number one priority. He knew it was soon, hell he’d only kissed Spencer for the first time four days ago, but just this morning he’d been envisioning Spencer in his life permanently.

Just as both men are dealing with their uncomfortable thoughts, Jack comes racing in. His feet are finally bare; Haley apparently finally succeeded in getting his shoes off.

“Mommy wants to know what’s taking so long. Also she said she needs to get going so hurry up! Who are you?” He says all in a rush with the last part aimed at Spencer. Before Hotch has the chance to say anything Spencer smiles and waves at Jack, crouching down he beckons him closer. When Jack is within touching distance Spencer reaches behind his ear and pulls out a quarter. Jack laughs, clearly delighted with his new friend, takes the quarter and runs from the room yelling.

“Mommy, mommy, Daddy’s got a magic man in his office!” Jack dodges Haley’s outstretched arms but shows her his quarter with glee. Before she can reach for it he runs back towards Aaron barely missing the wall as he whizzes by.

Haley laughs at Jack’s antics and waits for Aaron to make his way back to her with his mystery guest. She wonders who this Spencer person is. Aaron isn’t the trusting type, and she knows all his childhood friends since they were all her childhood friends as well. Spencer must be important though, it wasn’t even ten in the morning and he was in Aaron’s house, plus Aaron was willing to introduce her and Jack to him.

Aaron appears back in the hallway coaxing a tall, thin young man to follow him. Haley is surprised just how young. She wonders if maybe Spencer is a witness in some case the team is working on, but JJ didn’t say anything about some random man staying with Aaron. Haley wonders if she should get Jack and leave but Aaron had said he was okay to watch Jack and she really needs time away from the energetic four year old.

“Hales, this is Spencer. He is a certified genius and is helping the team with consults. We’re working to get him permanently assigned to our unit.”

“Oh!” She exclaims; she’s relieved. “It’s great to meet you, Spencer. I’m Haley, Jack’s mother.”

Spencer turns to Hotch with a look, effectively shutting Haley out and 'Well that was obvious' wasn’t exactly the reply that Hotch was expecting to see from him.

Haley pauses unsure what’s happening, her hand hangs awkwardly in front of her where she had reached out to shake Spencer’s hand.

“Sorry, Hales, Spencer doesn’t like touching strangers.” Hotch awkwardly explains. Haley eyes the way Spencer is clinging to Aaron’s arm, he certainly doesn’t seem to have any problems touching him.

“Why isn’t Spencer explaining what he likes and doesn’t like?” Haley asks kindly. Spencer must be very shy, it makes sense to her what with him being so young and all.

Hotch looks to Spencer and he gives a disinterested shrug, so Hotch explains. “He prefers not to speak.” It’s leaving a great deal out, some of which Hotch himself doesn’t even know about yet, but it’s enough for polite conversation.

“Oh.” she looks a bit perplexed, not that Spencer can see, because he still isn’t looking at her. “Well, okay. It was really great to meet you, Spencer.”

She waves at Jack, and he comes bounding over. “Mommy’s got to go, so be good for your father. And give me a kiss.” She leans down and hugs and kisses her son before giving Aaron and Spencer a little wave. “Have a great week, I’ll see you first thing Monday, Aaron. Bye Jack-Jacks!”

As soon as she’s out the door, Spencer stalks away. “Spencer!” Hotch is confused, anxious, and worried. Maybe it was too soon. He’s so incredibly out of practice and it shows. The last thing he wants to do is mess up this relationship before it really gets going; he wants to hold onto it forever, watch it blossom and grow into something beautiful and full of meaning.

Hotch sets Jack up in front of the TV with some cartoons and then goes to find Spencer. Spencer is pacing in his bedroom back and forth wearing a path into the carpet. The genius’s face is marred with frown lines, and for the first time Hotch isn’t sure how to proceed with the man he’s falling for.

“Spence? Baby? What can I do?”

Spencer shakes his head and keeps pacing. He’s mouthing to himself the way he does on cases when he’s figuring something out. Suddenly he stops, and comes over to Hotch, he grabs him by the shoulders and crashes their lips together.

With the satisfied moans Hotch is making, Spencer knows he’s figured it out! His best asset is his body, he knows how to please Hotch in ways Haley can’t even dream of. Spencer can’t get the words Hotch said out of his mind, “I’d like you to meet my family.” Hotch still considers Haley his family, well Spencer will make sure her spot is more like a distant cousin than anything remotely resembling a wife or partner.

When they break apart for air, Hotch looks at Spencer with devotion on his face.

“I know this is soon, but what do you think of moving in? Here, I mean. With me?”

Spencer’s eyes go wide and his mouth hangs open, and Hotch feels his chest get warm with the impending acceptance. Spencer launches back at him, lips first, and it takes him several minutes to pry himself away.

“Hey, hey!” He laughs. “I take that as a yes?”

Spencer nods a hundred times and kisses his cheek. Take that Haley.

“I know it’s soon, but it feels right. Everything about you, Spence. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before.”

Spencer’s eyes dart to the door and back and Hotch bites back a sigh.

“What Haley and I had was complicated. We were high school sweethearts. Each other’s firsts. But it wasn’t right. Not like it is with you. Haley and I were just going through the motions for a long time. I still care about her, she’s the mother of my son and a good friend. But that’s all it is now.”

Spencer grips Hotch’s shirt loosely and nods unconvinced.

“I can see that you’re concerned about Haley, and we can talk about that, figure something out, but I promise there is nothing you need to worry about with her. I don’t want my past getting in the way of uh,” Hotch steadies himself with a breath and looks into Spencer’s eyes, vulnerable and honest as they always are. “Our future together.”

Again, Spencer is speechless. Or rather motionless, expressionless? He’s completely still, with no indication of what he’s thinking. Hotch can’t tell what’s running through his mind.

“If that’s something you want, I mean. A future with me.” He’s bumbling now, but he can’t help himself. “I’m a commitment type of person. You should know that now about me, because it isn’t going to change. I really like you, Spencer, and I want to do this for real. And even though it’s soon, I’d like you to live here with me.”

Spencer comes out of his stupor and nods breathlessly he’s in it for the long run too. Hotch makes him feel normal. He’s not going to give that up.

“I’ll double check with Dave and see if he got that paperwork started to make you an official member of the team. If we play our cards right you might be moving across the country on the BAU jet,” Hotch says with a grin.

“I don’t think anyone will mind if we list this as your new residence, especially since Dave will have signed off that I’m acting as your new interpreter. They’ll probably agree since it’s one less expense if they don’t need to accommodate housing for you. And this way we don’t need to bring Kyle along.” Hotch frowns in distaste when he thinks of Kyle.

Spencer is overjoyed. He gets to move in with Hotch AND be done with Kyle! This might be the best day of his life so far. He launches into Hotch again who stumbles back onto the bed to catch him, which Spencer doesn’t mind one bit. He leans down over him and starts pressing kisses all over his face like an overexcited puppy, but he just can’t help himself. The most handsome man he’s ever met has just asked him to move in and he wants to burst from the inside out.

“Spencer, Spencer!” Hotch is laughing through breathy gasps. “Baby! We can’t,” More laughter; Spencer adores it. He’s never seen Hotch this free before. “Jack is here, c’mon. We can’t right now.”

Spencer gives his nearly impossible to resist pout, and he’s so, so close to giving in but Jack is pounding on the door with the fury of his little fists and insisting that they all watch Jurassic Park together right now.

Which is exactly what they do, and how Hotch finds himself wedged in between his son and his new live-in boyfriend, getting greasy popcorn all over his shirt as they throw it back and forth at each other.

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Their week off of traveling passes much too quickly. Hotch is pleased at how close Spencer and Jack have become. Jack adores him almost as much as Aaron does. While Aaron is busy with paperwork the two of them play dinosaur games together and Spencer uses Jack’s picture books to talk to him. Jack picks up very quickly what Spencer means when he points things out and is also getting really good at guessing just by his facial expressions. Jack is very delighted with his new funny friend.

Aaron does, however, need to keep reminding Spencer what is appropriate to leave around a child. Spencer has a few books floating around about alternative lifestyles that he keeps finding on his coffee table. He’s not even sure why these books came with Spencer on his trip but every time he sees one he puts it back into his suitcase and gives him a short lecture about being more careful with his adult books around Jack.

Aaron’s only real complaint about the week is the fact that he and Spencer still haven’t managed to take their relationship to the next level. Sure, they spend lots of time making out and cuddling but every time they’re about to get anywhere Jack barges in. It’s like the kid has a sixth sense! (A cockblocking sense.)

Even when they think Jacks been asleep for a while, as soon as their hands start wandering south he’s up and running through the halls wanting to play midnight tag or asking for a glass of water.

One night Hotch has Spencer on his back and he’s trailing kisses down his chest when Jack starts banging on their door complaining of the nightmare he had full of flesh eating dinosaurs.

Sunday night rolls around, and Hotch just needs one quiet night alone with his new boyfriend or he’s going to scream. Rip out his hair, and scream.

Haley comes over first thing the next morning and he shuffles Jack right out the door with a kiss goodbye, and then locks it behind him.

Spencer is across the room and he’s already naked sans his short little boxers. There’s no doubt in his mind that he needs this just as much as him. They’re Aching for it.

He grabs Spencer’s hand and pulls him into the bedroom, watches the excited smile grow on his face, and shoves him down on the bed.

Biting his lip should be illegal, that’s how lewd it looks the way Spencer is doing it with his eyes pouting and his legs spread. Hotch comes up to the edge of the bed, kisses at his knee, leans down as trails his lips into his inner thigh, pushes them farther apart, and stops right above the warm little bulge in his boxers.

“Show me what you want, Baby,” he mouths against them.

Spencer’s lip trembles and falls open. Hotch presses a kiss to his small cock, still covered. He smells like sex, like Spencer, and Hotch could really get used to that. It’s already the most arousing thing he’s ever encountered, and it’s taking everything he has to stop himself from ripping those boxers down to his ankles and fucking him hard and fast right now.

He does take them off, though, and it’s slow and teasing, and he uses his teeth. When has he ever been this explaratory during sex? He’s not sure, but he’s never done anything like this with Haley.

Spencer is pushing his hips up and grabbing for him, but he stays down where he is and presses his tongue flat against his asshole like he’s tasting his prize. If he was capable of gasping, he suspects Spencer would have, but he just keeps going at forward because this is everything they’re been leading up to for days and it’s all right in front of him for the taking.

Spencer wraps his legs around him and he’s pushed forward; he tries to laugh but he’s too busy moaning. He’s more turned on than he’s ever been and he’s still having fun; it almost feels wrong to feel so fulfilled.

Hotch presses his tongue inside and moans, snaking a hand under his ass and squeezes. Spencer tightens his thighs and arches his back, squirming on the bed like a bug.

Hotch tongue fucks him wildly, pinching his nipples and squeezing his ass, feeling his five o’clock shadow scratch wet against his asscheeks.

Spencer’s small cock is straining against his stomach and leaking cum already; it’s pretty and pink and just the perfect size. He’s got half a mind to lick his way up and swallow it down-he can definitely fit the entire thing in his mouth-when Spencer fists his hands in his hair and presses his face even harder against him.

Hotch’s cock loves that, presses against his pants and cries to be let out. Giving his partner what he wants, what he needs, is the best feeling in the world to him, and he wants Spencer to fall apart on his tongue.

But the phone rings, and it’s that ringtone.

“What, JJ?” Hotch growls into his cell. How does she manage to call before Spencer cums every single time? At this point Hotch isn’t so concerned about himself but poor Spencer hasn’t gotten off in the entire time they have been together.

“Umm, I’m calling to let you know the paperwork has been approved. Dr. Reid is officially the BAU’s private consultant.” JJ’s voice is shaking, and Hotch feels a pang of regret for being harsh with her.

“Sorry this is so last minute, but Strauss told me to let you know the jet is free now. Only thing is you’d have to be down there in ten because one of the higher ups is taking it out west, so you’d just be tagging along. Strauss wants Dr. Reid all sorted before we’re back on duty tomorrow though, so you’d better get going.”

“Thank you, JJ,” Hotch says, apologetic, to both her and Spencer because he’s pressing one last kiss to his bottom before standing up and gathering their clothes. “Baby, I’m so sorry, but we have to go right now.”

Spencer looks like he’s just been told someone drowned his puppy.

“Spence,” he nearly pleads. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Spencer is biting his lip, looking down at his red, aching cock and possibly about to cry.

“Anything you want, all day. You name it, I’ll make it happen. I promise. But you need to get dressed so we don’t miss our flight.

Spencer groans internally and rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow for a second before resigning himself to getting up like Hotch wants. He might hump the bed for a split second, but he can’t help himself.

When Spencer sits up, Hotch is already in full suit trying to slide boxers up his legs, and then attempting to shimmy khakis on him. He can’t help but smile and stand up to make it easier for Hotch to dress him; they have to make the flight because there’s no way he’s missing out on the promise of anything he wants all day. It’s only seven in the morning- there’s a lot of wishes he can cram into the next sixteen hours.

He makes Hotch hold his hand all the way to the tarmac and it’s so wonderful he has butterflies.

Spencer is surprised to see Emily and Morgan waiting for them on the runway. Emily gives him a kind smile while Morgan raises a hand in greeting before he removes the sunglasses he’s wearing to address Hotch. “We heard you’re going to be moving Pretty Boy over here and thought you might need the extra hands.” Morgan turns to Spencer. “Is that alright with you, Doc?”

Spencer nods; he’s slightly flattered that Morgan is actually addressing him directly. After their rough first meeting he knows Morgan has been trying really hard to get along with him and he appreciates the effort.

“Rossi said he’s already done enough, and an old man like him won’t be useful carrying boxes, and JJ has Will and Henry so we didn’t bother asking her,” Emily too addresses Spencer directly. Spencer feels a rush of warmth. The team is so accepting of him and his eccentricities- he’s so happy to be a real part of their family now.

Back home at the University, they would just stick him in a back office to do research so no one would have to deal with him. This… Well, it’s nice.

“Alright, let’s do this. The faster we get going, the faster we come back, and Garcia is making brownies! Pretty boy, believe me when I say we want to be back here while they’re still fresh.”

Spencer knows it’s silly but as happy as he is to have the extra hands to help pack up his books, he’s also a little sad that he and Hotch won’t be able to finish their fun easily on the jet. He’s still half hard and had been hoping to join the mile high club this afternoon. Looks like he’ll need to be a little more patient before taking Hotch up on his promise.

He pouts the entire way to LA even while Morgan insists on playing round after round of poker that he gets his ass kicked in. If there’s one thing to say about Morgan, he’s a team player. It’s refreshing.

He’s also very capable in moving, and demonstrates it while carrying two full boxes packed to the brim with textbooks; they must weigh at least a hundred something pounds.

Himself, well, he’s supervising. Someone has to make sure nothing is broken or forgotten, and that the absolute treasure that is Hotch’s ass is kept an eye on. That man can rock a pair of jeans, that’s all he’s saying.

It’s a shame that he won’t get to experience any action with his new man on his bed that he loves, in the home that he’s had for years, but Morgan and Prentiss will not leave no matter how many directed looks he gives them.

A pounding on the front door of his apartment distracts Spencer from carefully arranging his photo albums into a box. The pounding doesn’t stop and eventually the door bursts open. Kyle is standing in the entrance red faced and disheveled as usual.

“The school just called me! They said you’re not coming back?! Professor Sinclair said I need to discuss with you if I’m staying on as your interpreter. Well let me tell you I’m not moving to Virginia, Dr. Reid. The hot babes are all here.” Kyle smirks, he thinks he’s just made a good argument that would get Spencer to stay.

“Besides, what would you even do in Virginia in your downtime, Dr. Reid? It’s not like any other school is going to be accommodating to your, umm, disability. Nowhere else will let you keep getting degrees when you can’t even talk.” Kyle doesn’t notice the increasing anger on Hotch’s face as he keeps talking.

“You know you can’t do anything without me. All the other TA’s don’t want to waste their time on you, the faculty had to beg me to take this job, you’re never going to find another interpreter.” Kyle may be stretching the truth, but it’s not like Dr. Reid can call him on it. No this is definitely a good way to remind Dr. Reid how much he needs him.

“You’re done here, Kyle. Your service is no longer required. Please see yourself out.” Hotch doesn’t have any patience left to deal with Kyle. He’s one word away from punching the snot out of the arrogant asshole.

Kyle’s face morphs from smug into a look of outrage. He watches Spencer who’s nodding in agreement with Hotch, and clenches his fist.

“The FBI isn’t going to keep you. No one wants to be around the mute freak for long! Though from what I hear being mute is an improvement for you! Do you know that the entire physics department told me they’re glad you can’t speak anymore cause they were never able to get you to shut up! This is an improvement! All the staff make fun of you, can’t even write one word legibly and you use picture books to communicate! God, you’re worse than a two year old! At least they can talk!”

“Get out, Kyle!” Hotch roars. Derek is physically holding Hotch back and Emily has a hand on her waist near her gun.

Kyle, sensing he’s in danger, flees but not before shouting one last parting shot. “This isn’t over Dr. Reid! You’re gonna regret firing me! Just wait until my father hears about this!” It takes everything Spencer has not to roll his eyes at the last comment, but his eyes are wet with unshed tears from all the other nasty things Kyle said about him.

Wanting to regain his composure, Spencer goes into his former bedroom and slams the door. He sits on his bed taking deep shaky breaths. He doesn’t want his new teammates to see how much Kyle’s words affected him.

Back in the living room Hotch wants to follow Spencer and offer him some comfort. With Kyle out of the apartment Morgan is able to let him go, and Hotch angrily straightens his clothes before marching to the front door and checking that Kyle has truly vacated the property, he sees the elevator closing and assumes Kyle is gone.

Morgan and Prentiss look torn, they aren’t sure what to do next. They want to help and reassure Reid that nothing Kyle said made them think any less of him but the only one on the team Spencer has really connected with is Hotch. Prentiss takes a step towards Spencer’s bedroom but Hotch beats her to it.

“Morgan, Prentiss, do you mind grabbing lunch? I think I saw a pizza place nearby.” Hotch thrusts a few twenties at them and ushers them out the door.

“Take however long you need. I’ll let you know when to come back.” Hotch waits for the two of them to exit and then knocks on the bedroom door.

“Spence, baby? Are you okay?” He hopes Spencer will let him in; he doesn’t want to talk through the door without being able to see his expressions. Just as he’s preparing to launch into a tirade against Kyle though he hears a shuffling inside and the door opens.

Hotch steps in and looks around the bedroom, they haven’t started packing it up so it’s still all Spencer. As a profiler there’s so much he can learn from someone’s bedroom but he tries to turn it off and focus on the beautiful genius in front of him who needs him right now.

He sits on the dark bedspread beside Spencer and definitely doesn’t focus on the extensive dildo collection on the bookshelf in the corner. Hotch has never seen so many outside of a sex shop. He wraps Spencer in his arms and encourages Spencer to let it out.

Spencer shakes his head and feels the tears come pouring out the second Hotch’s arms wrap around him. Kyle was so mean- the things he said. He’s always had a sneaking suspicion that the faculty doesn’t like him much, but he had no idea it was that bad.

He feels so ashamed for the way he is. At the very least, he thought he was getting by under the radar but if what Kyle said was true… that he’s just a big joke.

Hotch holds him tighter as he shakes violently in his arms, soothes a hand over his hair, and whispers sweet assurances in his ear. After what must be five full minutes of crying, Spencer pulls back and looks at him with his heart breaking puppy dog eyes, red and wet with tears.

“Oh, Baby,” Hotch cooes. “I’ve got you.”

Spencer glances over at the bookshelf (not the one covered in sex toys) and points at a stack of books, so Hotch gets up to grab it. When he gets to the right one, Spencer manages to smile and he brings it over to him.

It’s another strange looking book filled with pictures and phrases that he doesn’t quite understand. Science, mostly, but highlevel and confusing.

It’s time. Spencer is going to ask for what he needs. No more hints.

Spencer points to a picture. If there’s ever a time for their understanding to falter, this would be the worst, and it does. Hotch doesn’t get it.

“What, Baby?”

Spencer points to the picture and pouts. It’s an average picture of a man, but Spencer just wants him to get what he means.

Hotch is so protective, so comforting. He holds him close when he needs it, tells him how good and wonderful he is, licks him with the devil’s tongue like it’s nobody's business.

Spencer sees Hotch is confused. He turns to another page. This one has a man, a woman, and a child. He points to the man again.

“Man?”

Spencer is starting to get frustrated. Now is not the time for Hotch to not be getting him. He points at the child and back at the man.

“Father?”

Spencer nods, but motions for Hotch to keep going.

“Father, husband?”

Spencer shakes his head no.

“Father, okay. Your father?”

Spencer violently shakes his head no. The profiler in Hotch notes that as something to discuss later.

“Dad?” Spencer starts nodding his head excitedly. Yes! Yes! Yes! Hotch is so close!

“Dad?”

“Daddy?” Understanding dawns in Hotch’s eyes. He remembers the books lying around his house.

“You want me to be your Daddy, Spencer?”

Spencer leans forward and kisses him with tongue. He’s pretty sure that’s a good enough answer for Hotch, but he slows down and nods his head with their lips still pressed together. Yes, yes, yes, he wants him to be his Daddy.

Daddy makes him feel safe and loved. Nothing bad can happen to him when Daddy is around.

Somehow, he feels a weight lifted from his shoulders and the sting of Kyle's words don't seem so bad. He’s sure it’ll come back to haunt him later, but right now he just wants to climb in Daddy’s lap and have his little cock played with. Daddy promised that he would do anything Spencer wanted. Now is as good a time as any to take him up on that.

He kisses down Hotch’s- Daddy’s jaw, feels the five o’clock shadow and the things it’s doing to his pants. He’s never wanted anyone as badly as he wants his Daddy right now, and he’s not taking no for an answer. The tie comes off first, then the shirt. One day soon he’s going to have Daddy tie his wrists up in it, but it’s not the time for that. No frills, he needs it now.

They’re both shirtless and rubbing against each other chest to chest when Spencer grinds down on his cock and feels how incredibly hard it is. He stands up, gives Daddy the puppy dog eyes that scream help me with my pants and and hops back on his lap, straddling his hips with expertise.

He grabs Hotch’s hand and brings it to his mouth, gives him a look, and Hotch knows what he wants. He sticks two fingers in, and Spencer sucks. He’s in heaven. He closes his eyes and rocks his hips as he swipes his tongue around Daddy’s fingers, feels the weight of his other hand on the small of his back.

He softly opens his mouth and guides his wet fingers down… to just the right spot. And he sits on them.

He doesn’t need much prep; he can’t go two days without playing with himself and he’s already ready to take his cock, has been since they were interrupted this morning, but he makes a little show of it for Daddy by letting his mouth hang open while he rides them.

He wants to call out to claim him, call him Daddy and let him know just how secure he feels, but speaking out loud… too scary. He can’t.

But he tugs on his zipper instead- it’s too much for him to manage with his damaged hands, and he waits till Daddy shimmies his cock free, then nearly faints. He wants to feel the stretch of his cock right now. He’s at least as big as his biggest dildo, if not more. My God, Daddy is so thick.

He’s nearly drooling but he isn’t going to waste any more valuable time. This last week has taught him that if he spends too much time on foreplay then something will interrupt them and he won’t get to cum at all, and right now Spencer needs Daddy to make him cum. He positions himself over Daddy’s long, thick member and slides down mouth open in a silent moan.

Hotch groans when Spencer tightly encases him and he can barely stop himself from thrusting up. Spencer rolls his hips and starts riding Hotch in earnest. He buries his face in Hotch’s neck and continues moving up and down on his cock, going faster and faster looking for that sweet spot inside him. When he finally gets the right angle he bites Daddy’s shoulder to contain his little moan.

With Spencer pressed so close to his ear Hotch can hear every quiet gasp and hitched breath. He sounds so sexy and there’s something even more erotic knowing these are the only sounds that Spencer lets leave his mouth with no fear.

“Daddy’s got you, baby,” he praises. “So good, look at you move.” He feels every little angle that he pulls, every beat off rhythm, every clench of his body. It’s euphoric— he’s never had such an expressive lover before.

He wants to fill the silence with praise, let him know just how deeply in awe he is of him, but his words are failing him. They all feel too small, not enough. But he tries. “Oh, good boy.”

Hotch runs the palm of his hand down Spencer’s back and grabs a handful of ass as he moves. Spencer’s eyes shoot open, lock on his, and he launches forward kissing him with passion and they fall back on the bed.

Hotch laughs delightedly into it and rolls them over so he’s looming on top of a thoroughly debauched looking Spencer. He sits up on his knees, slips out his belt, and watches the fire in Spencer’s eyes blaze. He’s going to have fun profiling that later, but right now he needs to pull his pants the rest of the way down so he can fuck Spencer silly.

In seconds flat, he’s fully undressed and pressing his cock back into his hole. It’s so tight. His legs are so far back, Hotch wonders if he can put them behind his head and he fucks him all the more harder.

The bed is shaking, Spencer is using one hand to brace himself on the headboard, and Hotch feels like he can go for hours. The fast, steady thrusts he’s pounding into him are making him harder than he’s ever been, but the sweet look on Spencer’s face keeps him grounded— there’s no way he’s coming first. He wants to give Spencer the time of his life, wants him to see stars and taste rainbows, all of it.

He shimmies his thigh up and changes his angle, thrusts hard— Spencer's jaw drops. Hotch repeats it over and over, goes hard, goes fast, doesn’t stop, not even when there’s sweat dripping down his shoulders and hair sticking to his forehead.

Spencer's face is red and he’s looking at him every time he opens his eyes with a wrecked expression.

He doesn’t care that he's panting— it’s strenuous— and he grates out, “Good boy, take Daddy’s cock.” He’s never said anything like that before, but it’s worth it to watch the desire pour over Spencer’s face. “Mine.” And that one is all for himself.

Spencer’s head tips back and he tenses— Hotch can feel the spasms in his body— “Cum for Daddy,” he says. “C’mon, baby, cum for Daddy.” And Spencer explodes, cumming untouched between them as he leans down to kiss him.

“Perfect, you’re so perfect,” he murmurs into Spencer's lips. He’s gone, fucked out and tired, and Hotch wants to see this look on him every night for the rest of his life.

He pumps in just a few more times—slowly, softly— he loves the gentleness of feeling his lover around him, and cums deep inside. “Ohh, Spencer, Baby,” he groans.

Hotch looks fondly down at him. Spencer can’t keep his eyes open. He wipes them both down and helps slide Spencer into a pair of sweatpants, then texts Morgan and Emily that they can come back if they’re quiet. Spencer is napping.

Chapter Text

Hotch, Morgan, and Prentiss share a quick lunch and are about to tackle the kitchen when Hotch’s phone rings.

“Hey boss man, there’s been a string of sexual assaults in Southern California all connected to a local social media page. Strauss said she wants the rest of the team to meet you guys out there. It sounds like one of the victims was a senator’s daughter,” Garcia spoke fast as she always did. Hotch could hear JJ in the background complaining that it was her job to let him know.

Hotch sighs but he isn’t surprised, they just came off a week long break from cases, so of course a new case wouldn’t wait for him to have Spencer settled. At least this one is somewhat local to the apartment.

“We have a case,” he says to the room.

Morgan and Prentiss both share an exhausted look with one another; they sigh in exasperation that this is something they’re all too familiar with. There’s never enough time to finish what they start, and the packing will have to wait.

Prentiss sets a box full of pans on the counter. “Where at?”

“South of here. Daughter of a Congressman was attacked last night. It appears to be a string of sexual assaults, locals are bringing us in to deal with the politics, and the Unsub appears to be escalating. The latest victim was attacked less than 24 hours after the second victim came forward.”

“Ouch,” Morgan winces. “We’ll, we’d better get going. I’ll get the kid.”

Hotch nods and then remembers the wall full of dildos shamelessly displayed next to his boyfriend. “No! No, I’ll wake him,” he says. “I’ve got it. You two go ahead and pull the car around front. We’ll be down in a minute.”

When they leave, Hotch sits down on the bed next to Spencer and strokes his hair. “Spencer, baby, it’s time to wake up.”

As usual, Spencer is difficult to wake when he’s sleepy. He protests being told to get up by pulling the covers over his head.

Hotch smiles fondly at his antics. “I know baby, but we have a case and Morgan and Prentiss are downstairs waiting for us.”

Spencer snuggles deeper under the covers and Hotch realizes he needs a different tactic. “If you get up for me now, we can have some fun later tonight, maybe you can show me which toy is your favorite?”

Spencer bolts out of bed and starts throwing on clothes. Hotch has to keep his laugh to himself so he won’t think he’s making fun of him. Spencer is adorable.

When he’s all finished, Hotch grabs his hand and pulls him away because he’s standing in front of his toys with a serious contemplative look on his face, and he doesn’t think he’ll be done any time soon.

Down in the lobby of the apartment complex, Spencer is still pouting and Hotch sighs. “I said later tonight,” he reminds him. “And how are you still ready to go after what I just did to you?”

Spencer stops in his tracks looking scandalized. Hotch thinks for a second he doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into, and it’s confirmed right when Spencer drops down to his knees in the middle of the lobby and eyes his crotch.

“Spencer!” he barks.

Spencer shuffles closer and his parted lips aren’t doing anything to help the way Hotch’s hardening cock is betraying him.

“Spencer!” he hisses. “Baby!” Spencer looks up. “Baby, no. Get up. We’re in public.”

Spencer smirks. The longer he’s down on the floor on his knees the more Hotch worries that someone will come out of the elevator or one of the team will walk in the main doors.

He groans and gives him a stern look that he hopes will be effective. “Baby… be a good boy and stand up.”

Spencer’s pupils immediately dilate and Hotch knows he’s won. He puts out his hand, helps pull him up, and kisses his cheek because that’s what a good boy deserves. “You make Daddy so proud when you listen,” he says. He feels incredibly awkward about it, but Spencer practically melts in his arms, and he decides he can absolutely get used to it.

While waiting for the rest of the team to arrive from DC, Hotch gets his people set up at the local precinct and they work on getting caught up on the case. Rossi, Garcia, and JJ are conferenced into their brainstorming session and they have a solid picture by the time Hotch starts handing out assignments.

“Morgan, head to the first crime scene and see if there’s anything the initial sweep might have missed. Prentiss, you do the same on the second one. The two of you should meet up at the most recent crime scene and compare notes. Take a local officer with you and see what they say about the area.”

The two agents nod and leave the precinct each accompanied by a different detective.

“Garcia, continue pulling what you can from this social media site. I need you to keep working on shutting it down.” Hotch hoped Garcia would be able to shut the site down remotely but he was aware she would probably need access to the servers and that’s why she was coming along.

“JJ, I need you to set up a meeting with the Congressman. He’s not going to like the questions we have for his daughter and I want to get ahead of him standing in our way. Rossi, when you get here I’d like you to head straight to the Congressman’s house, he’s more likely to listen to a more seasoned agent.”

“You mean old, Aaron.” Rossi chuckled good naturedly and Hotch knew he wasn’t offended.

Spencer looks at Hotch expectantly, curious about what his assignment was going to be.

Hotch only smiles at him. It’s not professional but he can’t help himself. Spencer just looks so cute.

But, he has to be the boss, and the Unsub has to be found. “And your job,” he says, and pauses until the last of the team has left the room. “I want you to put that brilliant mind to work on the geographical profile. Everyone was extremely impressed last time. They have the maps set up in the main conference room for you already.”

Spencer’s face drops.

“It’s only down the hall, Spencer. I’ll walk you there.”

Spencer nods but he isn't leaving him. If he has to work on a map, it’s going to be by his side or not at all.

He grabs his hand and holds on tight.

“Okay, this is it. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll be right back there,” Hotch says.

Spencer shakes his head no.

Not that he doesn’t need anything, uh uh. No, don’t go. No, you’re not leaving. No, I won’t let you.

Spencer clings to his arm and gives him his best puppy eyes. Stay with me.

“Baby, I need you to be good now. Can you be good for Daddy?” Hotch feels ridiculous again saying the words but they do seem to have an effect as Spencer reluctantly removes his hands from Hotch’s arms. He pouts and nods sadly.

“You make Daddy so proud. I know you can do this. I’ll be just down the hall, Baby. I need to coordinate with the officers. I’ll come check on you in an hour, okay?”

Spencer pouts, and Hotch relents. “Fine, forty five minutes.” There’s a pause where Spencer’s lashes flutter and Hotch is sure he’s about to cry. Crocodile tears, he isn’t sure. “Half an hour.”

Spencer shuffles closer and leans his head on his shoulder, but he can’t make any more exceptions. “Half an hour, Baby. You can do it. Daddy will give you a big kiss if you’re good.”

Spencer peeks up.

“I promise,” he says. “Now be a good boy and work on your maps while Daddy works on the files.”

The first three kisses come exactly on the half hour mark each time. Hotch praises him and spends time checking to see how far he’s gotten. And every time he leaves he promises him he will be back in just a half hour for a progress report and a kiss.

But the next half hour however comes and goes and Hotch doesn’t check in on Spencer. Same with the forty-five minute mark. Roughly an hour and a half after the third kiss the door bursts open and in walks an apologetic Hotch.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. We had a lead and I couldn’t get away.”

Spencer glares at Hotch. He finished the preliminary geographic profile twenty five minutes after Hotch had left him and has been waiting impatiently to show off for him ever since. Plus, he wanted the kiss he was promised every half hour! Hotch owes him big time now.

“I know! I promised. Damn it,” Hotch sighs. “ Spencer, I’m so sorry, Baby.” He runs his hand over his face in defeat- he didn’t intend for his first promise to Spencer to be broken. He wants to be someone he can depend on. “Come here, sweetie?”

Spencer shoots him a look instead and turns away. He desperately wants to run smack dab into Hotch's arms but he had to wait forever and he missed him so much.

“Spencer…” Hotch comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist. “Baby, I’m sorry. I had to take care of the case.” He punctuates this with a kiss on his neck. “Let me make it up to you.”

Spencer’s interested now.

He grinds back on Hotch’s groin and lets his mouth fall open. Hotch stills. Spencer hasn’t even started, though.

He grabs back at Hotch’s tie and marches toward the supply closet paying no mind to the protests behind him. Then, he attacks.

Hotch can barely get a word in edgewise but Spencer doesn’t care, and besides, Hotch’s cock is very into it.

“Spencer!” he gasps. “I didn’t mean like this!”

Spencer shoves his tongue down Hotch’s throat and paws at his chest thinking about hard pecs and chest hair.

“I meant make it up to you by taking you out to dinner!” Spencer doesn’t want dinner. “We can’t do this here—” Spencer wants Daddy, and if Daddy wants to feed him so bad he can cum down his throat.

Which isn’t a half bad idea, actually, and Spencer drops to his knees.

The team is all gathered in the conference room, sans Hotch and Reid. They’re comparing notes about what they’ve found and waiting for their boss and the baby genius to join them when the door swings open and a random officer peeks in.

“We got a kid here who says he knows you. Claims he has something you want to see.”

The team looks at each other confused but then assume it’s either a witness or victim coming forward. This case has after all been all over the local news it’s very possible someone with information saw a report and decided to help the investigation.

“Alright send him in,” Morgan speaks for them. The door opens and someone shuffles in.

Fuck. It’s Kyle.

“Eugh,” Prentiss groans.

“Kyle, hi,” JJ says. She’s got on her trademark communications smile and going up to shake his hand. “We didn’t expect to see you here. I guess Dr. Reid needed your help after all?”

“Uh. Yeah, totally.” Kyle holds up a ziplock bag with a usb inside. “And I got something to show you guys.”

“What is it?” Morgan is leaning away from him, arms crossed. He remembers what Kyle said in Reid’s apartment and he doesn’t like him at all. He would rather be working on the case but Hotch still hasn’t shown up and they can’t proceed without him.

“Kyle, we're very busy. We don’t have time for games,” Prentiss says slowly. To her, speaking to Kyle is like stepping in dog shit while wearing her favorite shoes.

“I really think you guys should see this. You need to know about this ‘doctor’ you’re adding to your team. He’s a total joke, forreal. The entire campus knows he’s faking his disability. Probably thinks he can use the sympathy to get more PhDs without having to really work at it.”

Most of the team is unamused. Kyle is getting on their last nerves; they may not have known Dr. Reid for all that long but he is one of their own now, and no one gets to speak ill of their family.

Dave is growling Italian curses under his breath, Emily and Morgan are both visibly restraining themselves, and Garcia looks concerned, but JJ looks intrigued and she’s starting to suspect that something is off about Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Maybe we should hear him out, it doesn’t hurt to get a little more background on the new guy. You know those official background checks never turn up anything good,” she says.

Garcia makes a pained noise, “Jayje, we aren’t supposed to dig up dirt like that.”

“C’mon, Garcia. I know you of all people are dying of curiosity. You love gossip. Besides, with the way Hotch is around Dr. Reid, this might be our only chance to learn anything about him.”

“No,” Garcia says softly. “It wouldn’t be right. I really like Dr. Reid.”

“Well I want to see it,” JJ says. She’s made her decision and gives Kyle a pointed look, so he plugs his flash drive into the side of the television and clicks it to life.

“Just wait till you guys see this shit,” he murmurs. The screen flickers on and a young Dr. Reid is smiling bright, shining through his eyes and everything. The entire team can’t help but smile in response.

Dr. Reid is talking very fast, “—Actually, the human mind can withstand tremendous amounts of wear and tear, as neurons are continuously creating new synaptic connections in the brain, which produces an extremely stimulated electrical pathway for chemicals such as neurotrop—”

Holy shit, the kid can talk!” Morgan laughs.

“Yeah, wow,” Prentiss agrees. “So that’s what goes on up in that brain, huh?”

JJ frowns. “This is it?”

“No!” Kyle rushes to say. “No, there’s more. Keep watching.”

A drunk Dr. Reid is dancing on a table top when the scene switches. He’s giggling and in a very skimpy, very short, red sparkly dress. It barely comes to mid thigh, the neckline plunges low giving glimpses of his rosy nipples, and the straps hang loose off his shoulders. When he moves on the table the camera gets a glimpse of matching red lace panties.

“C’mon Ethan, dance with me,” he calls to a man sitting across the room who merely raises his beer towards him. Spencer pouts that familiar pout, and another man appears behind him.

“I’ll dance with you sweetheart.” The other man licks his lips and very obviously rakes his eyes over him, checking him out before he walks over and puts his hands on his hips and starts swaying.

“Tobias, I don’t wanna, I want to dance with Ethan,” Dr. Reid whines.

Ominous words flash on the screen of the clearly poorly edited video in comic sans.

‘This is what happens to know-it-all druggy faggots!!'

And then the scene changes. It’s a dark barn with a light beaming straight into the face of Dr. Reid, back in his regular clothes, bloodied and limp on a wooden chair, with his wrists and ankles tied to the sides.

“Please,” Reid begs softly to someone off screen. “Don’t do this.”

“Quiet, boy!” A harsh voice comes from the unseen man. “This is what sinners like you deserve.”

Reid whimpers and starts to shake. His heavy breathing is clearly audible to the camera. He’s whimpering and begging. “No more. I don’t want anymore. Please!”

The scene changes again. Reid’s clothes are torn. There’s a needle in his arm. His fly is down. His hair is mussed. He looks like he’s passed out still tied to the chair. His bare feet are bleeding. His fingers are all at unnatural angles.

“There’s one more scene,” Kyle says, hitting pause on the TV. “Maybe the ladies should step out. It’s difficult to watch.”

“No, how about you turn that shit off,” Emily hisses. “What are you trying to say with this?”

JJ put her hands on her hips, looking thoughtful. “I knew there was something off about him… It’s no wonder he’s so… weird, I mean look what happened to him...”

“He’s not weird, he’s hurt. Traumatized,” Morgan says. It’s soft, but full of conviction. “He needs support, not whatever this is.” He waves an angry hand at Kyle standing next to the TV, and at the image of Spencer mussed, bloodied, and crying frozen on the screen.

“I thought you guys were supposed to be elite FBI agents or something? How are you not getting it?” Kyle bursts out annoyed. “Dr. Reid is just some junkie! That was his junkie friend, Hankel, who took a bad trip. The two of them were basically inseparable before all this shit went down. When they caught them, Dr. Reid told the police officers not to hurt Hankel and helped get him into a psych ward instead of jail! The final clip is Dr. Reid and that freak having sex, and he clearly enjoyed it too cuz he came tons, and he was moaning like a cheap whore,” Kyle is ranting now. He doesn’t notice the conference room door opening again behind him.

“One time, just a few weeks after the hospital released him, Dr. Mackenzie from the English department had to stop Dr. Reid from buying heroin! Didn’t you wonder why they needed someone from the Phys-Ed department to watch him? It was so I could hold him down if he went on a drug rampage. The university wanted to make sure Dr. Reid was doing the research they paid him to do and not off getting high somewhere. He’s just some druggie fairy trying to worm his way into an elite FBI unit, and as a loyal American my duty is to inform you what he really is.”

There’s silence as the team processes what they heard, and then a crash sounds out from behind Kyle as Spencer runs out of the room he had just entered with Hotch.

Hotch looks furious. “Kyle, you have three seconds to vacate the premises or you will be arrested for trespassing and defamation of character. If you don’t leave this very second I will be writing in my report that you tried to resist arrest and I won’t be responsible for the bruises you receive during the takedown.”

Kyle pales when he sees how angry Agent Hotchner is and runs from the room, yelling from the hall, “I was just trying to be a good American! Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Garcia, destroy that USB,” Hotch orders, and turns on his heel to chase after Spencer.

Chapter Text

Spencer runs.

Runs from the conference room, from his new colleagues, from that evil bitch Kyle.

From himself, too, if that’s possible.

He finds the first empty closet and shuts himself in it, which happens to be the same one he was just on his knees in but that feels a world away now.

“Spencer?”

Go away, he wants to scream. Go away! Stay away! You’ll never like me like this. Not now that you know…

“Spencer, please, open the door. We need to talk.”

Talk? He doesn’t talk. He’s just a pathetic, useless boy. A laughing stock. A punching bag. A complete freak.

He doesn’t know why let himself be fooled into believing he could have a real relationship, especially with sometimes like Da— Hotch.

Because who is he kidding? Hotch would never love a broken boy like him. Never take care of him.

And now that he’s seen the video… God, he doesn’t know what Hotch is going to do.

He slides down to the floor and tucks his head between his knees, slides his hands up and down his calves, and cries.

“Spencer! Unlock this door!” A silence. “Baby, please,” Hotch begs. He can break the door down if he has to but he doesn’t want to spook Spencer anymore than he already has.

“Spencer, this changes nothing,” Hotch says through the door. He sees Morgan and the others poking their heads out of the conference room concerned but he shakes his head at them and gestures to them to go back inside. He will handle this.

Spencer can’t get up. He can’t even lift his head from his lap. He knew the video existed. Hell he’d been tormented by it for months after the Hankel incident until the university had finally banned it. He hadn’t imagined it was still being passed around years later.

“Spencer, I’m coming in,” he says. Spencer wonders if he’ll break down the door, and the answer is yes. The lock caves in as he slams his shoulder against it and soon Spencer is being scooped up into his arms. “Honey...”

He lets out a silent sob.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, Baby. I had no idea it was that bad. Let it out,” he whispers. Spencer is getting heavy in his arms; he’s holding him up in them, and he slowly sinks to the floor where he cradles Spencer in his lap. “Let it all out. I’m here. I’ve got you. I’m so sorry, I had no idea that idiot would be here, let alone do that. If I see his ugly face again, I’ll kill him. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again, I promise.”

Spencer stops crying and looks up at Hotch through wet eyelashes- he isn’t mad? Not disgusted, disappointed? Spencer’s expression is an open book as he does it, and Hotch softens even further.

“I would never think any less of you,” he whispers. It’s through a shaky voice and presses against Spencer's ear so the words are soft but powerful. “You’re more than what you went through. I only wish I could have known you then to protect you from it.”

Spencer’s shoulders shake as the crying is renewed, this time from the weight of Hotch's words in his mind.

“You are so brave. So incredibly brave and I’m lucky to have you in my life, have your affection and trust. I love every piece of you, Spencer, from your impressive mind and your pretty face down to your perfect fingers.” He traces his own calloused fingers over Spencer’s damaged and poorly healed hands, and finishes, “To your kind heart and quiet lips.” He presses a kiss against them. “Which I love to kiss.”

And then Spencer smiles a little; it’s small but Hotch takes it as a win and pulls him against his chest while he rubs his back. “I will kill Kyle for the pain he’s caused you,” he vows.

Spencer lets out a small watery laugh. It’s quiet and barely audible, but to Hotch it’s like a booming echo. He squeezes Spencer tighter to his chest.

“Not worth it,” Spencer whispers.

It takes Hotch a moment to respond; Spencer spoke to him again! Knowing what he knows now about Spencer’s trauma he’s even more amazed and flattered he's willing to speak to him.

“You are very much worth it, Spencer. I would do anything for you,” Hotch finally says with a shaky voice. It’s true, he realizes. He would do absolutely anything to protect this perfect, fragile young man in his lap. He would even kill for him. The intensity of his feelings should scare him but he just feels warmth and happiness. He feels strong knowing he has Spencer’s trust. He vows to himself he will never abuse that trust and Spencer will never have to fear anything again while he’s around.

Spencer squirms in his lap so he’s facing Hotch and presses small kisses into his neck and under his chin. He’s deflecting, as he so often does when things get tough, with sex. Hotch catches his hands before they drift down.

“Baby, it’s my turn to make you feel good. If you want me to, that is.”

Spencer still looks a little frightened and insecure but nods. He’s not afraid of Hotch, he’s afraid that if he can’t offer him the one thing he knows he’s good for, Hotch will leave him.

No one ever stays with him long term. They get sick of him and his weird behaviors and never contact him again. Or they go behind his back and make fun of him, some of them right to his face. They don’t care if he can hear them, he’s the mute freak to them, he can’t respond so he’s an easy punching bag for bullies and jerks.

Hotch softly runs his hands over Spencer’s groin. When they were in this closet earlier, Spencer had given all the pleasure to him and he hadn’t the time to return the favor. This time it is going to be all about Spencer. Hotch needs the genius to know he means more to him then just sex.

“Baby, sweetheart, stand up for me. Let me take care of you now.”

The supply closet makes things awkward and Spencer stands at an uncomfortable angle in front of Hotch who gets on his knees in front of him. Hotch lowers Spencer’s pants and underwear together so he’s bare before him. Spencer is only half hard, his little cock directly at eye level. Spencer moves to cover himself and Hotch pushes his hands away. Spencer never lets people see his tiny cock. It’s just one more thing that makes him a freak. The only person he has let see him in years is Hotch. Hotch who is gazing at him with so much adoration. Spencer feels his little cock twitching at all the attention.

Hotch stares unabashedly at Spencer’s dick which starts to fully harden from the intense focus of his gaze. He palms the pretty pink member and strokes it reverently, before leaning down and placing kisses along the shaft, he kisses the head of Spencer’s penis and licks softly for a moment before pulling back to look into Spencer’s eyes.

“You’re so perfect. So beautiful.”

Spencer has never been treated like this in his life. He puts his hands on Hotch’s shoulders and Hotch leans in again and licks a heavy stripe along the underside of Spencer’s cute pink cock. His cock twitches and Spencer jerks his hips forward. Hotch chuckles and leans forward to do it again. He grips Spencer’s ass and starts kneading the flesh, before he swallows Spencer’s entire cock down in one go. It’s small enough that it barely hits the back of his throat.

Hotch sucks for a moment before pulling back so only the tip is in his mouth. He swirls his tongue over the head, paying special attention to the sensitive slit. Spencer is silently moaning shamelessly now, his mouth open and soft noises escaping but Hotch understands. His hips are rocking and Hotch only encourages him to fuck his mouth as best he can. He swallows around the length in his mouth and Spencer moves his hands to pull at Hotch’s hair.

The men he’s been with have always preferred he go down on them. None have ever offered to return the favor. Not since Ethan.

Hotch swirls his tongue around him again and he tightens his hand in his hair, completely ready to buckle in at the knees.

Hotch snakes his free hand up and grabs for his, taking it and pressing it against his cheek. Intimacy blossoms in his chest, red and warm, and Spencer feels so overwhelmed with sex and love, and most surprisingly of all, acceptance.

Hotch is humming around his cock as he takes the whole thing in easily and swallows around it; Spencer begins to cry for the second time today, but this time it’s from the breathtaking pleasure, so much he can’t contain it inside. He’s so happy, so protected, so secure. He’s being comforted so sweetly by the man he adores who just promised to never let anyone hurt him ever again, and he believes him. Tears stream down his cheeks as Hotch keeps sucking his sensitive little cock. Daddy has him. Daddy will take care of him. And before he even realizes what’s happening, he’s moaning, “Daddy—” in the softest little voice imaginable.

Hotch pops off, looks up with those dark, smouldering eyes, glinting with a new understanding. He is Daddy, and hearing it in Spencer’s wrecked, wanting voice makes it click in his head. He gets it now and says, “Cum for, Daddy, Baby.”

And he’s toast.

Spencer cums right in Hotch’s mouth as he leans forward and swallows him again, sucks every last drop of cum out of him, takes such good care of him that he wants to curl up and die.

Spencer collapses seconds later, and he’s caught in Hotch's arms, who is whispering little praises in his ear. “I won’t let anything happen to you” and “you’re safe with me” and “that’s my good boy.”

He closes his eyes and lets the moment take him. Daddy is running his big fingers through his hair, and he focuses on this rise and fall of his chest as he leans against it. He feels so completely accepted and at home.

He’s never going to let Hotch go.

Hotch lets Spencer stay in his arms till he’s fully recovered. Eventually Spencer tugs on Hotch’s arm and indicates he’s ready to leave the closet. Hotch helps get Spencer’s clothes back into place and they exit together, Hotch grimacing at the broken lock, realizing anyone could have walked in on them.

They get back to the conference room and no one on the team wants to look Spencer in the eye.

“We’re so sorry, sugarplum.” Garcia is the first to speak. “I destroyed the USB and I’m running traces to make sure that video isn’t being distributed online anywhere.”

Spencer nods at Garcia, that was nice of her. It doesn’t protect him from all the physical copies that exist but it’s nice of her to do what she can.

He grabs his messenger bag from one of the seats where he’d placed it when they first came to the station hours ago, and reaches in to pull out another USB. The team's eyes widen at the implication. Spencer presses the USB into Hotch’s hand. Hotch looks at the small device in his hand unsure.

“I don’t need to watch this, Spencer. We can destroy it right now.”

Spencer gestures toward the team impatiently.

“It doesn’t matter that they saw and I didn’t, what matters is only what you choose to tell me when you’re ready.”

Spencer gives him a look.

“Okay, I get it, you're ready. Do you want the team to stay?”

Spencer shakes his head in the negative; he might be ready to share his past with Hotch but he still feels incredibly violated by what the team witnessed. The version he’s sharing with Hotch is unedited. It’s the copy the police received directly from Charles Hankel. Not whatever choppy photoshop some drunk college kids threw together.

How they got their hand on official police evidence, he’s still not sure, but thankfully the truly awful parts of his torture were never made public. What he’s showing Hotch now is private, he’s exposing his darkest secrets and he can only share them with the man he is coming to love.

The cheap badly edited video has tormented Spencer for too long. The undergrad frat guys used to love to play it when he walked past their dorms. They would shout all sorts of vile things as he passed, calling him a sissy, a faggot, a greedy tramp who would spread his legs for anyone just for a hit. The still closeted ones would often seek him out for sex assuming he was easy. Spencer had fun turning them down. It had gotten marginally better since the university banned the video but the whispers and looks never stopped. Spencer supposes they must have been sharing the video in private since the ban.

He’s glad Hotch didn’t see that version. Spencer doesn’t care what the team thinks of him but Hotch’s opinion matters. He flushes remembering the scene he’s not sharing with his lover. It was one of the last good nights he and Ethan had before... Before everything fell apart. When the time comes Spencer will definitely dress up for Hotch but right now he wants to preserve that memory as something special between him and Ethan.

Hotch clears his throat, decision made.

“Right, that works as we still have a case. Dave, you take the lead and share the profile you have from the data you’ve all gathered. Spencer completed the geographic profile before this and it’s still on the board down the hall. Spencer and I will join you when this is over.”

The team nods in understanding, JJ opens her mouth to protest but Emily tugs her out of the room.

The two of them are alone again.

“Baby, are you sure? I’ve never seen any video footage but I know some of what happened already.”

Spencer looks at Hotch in surprise. He narrows his eyes suspiciously.

“I’m the unit chief of the BAU Spencer, I had to do some kind of background check.” Hotch hurries to explain.

“I spoke to my old friend Jason Gideon. I know he was a mentor of sorts to you. He founded the BAU and was one of my teachers as well. He told me some of what happened. As much as he could without betraying your confidence. He seemed really pleased you managed to find your way to the BAU.”

Spencer feels a surge of resentment towards Gideon again that he still never bothered to reach out to him after leaving. But he is thankful the man gave Aaron some indication of Spencer’s past so he isn’t walking into this blind. Gideon knew what was on the USB, he had been the one the stream was intended for while Hankel had him.

“Spence, I know about the drugs too. I know he forced them on you. And I know you had a moment after being released from the hospital where you wanted to relapse. I get it. I don’t think any less of you. You’re so strong. You survived a horrific event and came out the other side still a sweet sensitive caring person who wants to do good. You are incredible.”

Spencer felt tears in his eyes again. He had been stuck in the hospital for weeks after he had been rescued. He had gone through the drug withdrawals while in recovery. But once he was out and knew he would never be the same again, never get to see Ethan again, he had tried to forget the only way he knew how. Dr. Mackenzie had been hiring a prostitute when he saw Spencer. He had called Gideon to come collect him and Gideon arrived with the most disappointed look on his face. He told him that Ethan wouldn’t want this for him.

But more than that Gideon urged, was that Spencer needed to make a choice; drugs or his ability to help make a difference. Spencer had never gone back to try and score. Gideon’s approval meant everything to him. Even when Gideon left him, abandoned him like he didn’t matter, he had controlled the urge. He wouldn’t be what they said he was. He found other ways to lose himself, mainly in the arms of strangers who played rough. One night stands and hookups from random bars helped him forget and feel good in ways the drugs never did.

Hotch puts his arm on Spencer’s shoulder. He looks deep into his eyes.

“Baby I also know you’re clean. The university passed along the drug tests they made you take and I know you haven’t touched the stuff in years. Even if you had, I would have understood. You are not weak for wanting to forget. I’m so proud of you Spencer. You didn’t let him win and because of that I got to meet you and I will make sure you are safe and cared for, for as long as you’ll let me.”

Spencer will let Hotch take care of him forever. He’s never letting him go. He takes Hotch’s hand and presses a kiss to his palm. He’s not strong, but he loves that Daddy thinks he is. Will he still think so after seeing the footage? Spencer almost wants to take back his permission but he remembers the team staring at him, in his mind they were laughing with Kyle. He needs to know Daddy isn’t like that. He gestures to the television nervously. Hotch squeezes his hand before walking over to it and plugging the USB in. The program opens and Hotch presses play.

The screen fills with a face that haunts Spencer’s nightmares. He chokes on air and Hotch is rubbing his back reminding him of his presence.

“This is what sinners get. Sinners who use their hands and mouths to sin do not get to keep them.” Charles' raspy voice narrates.

The camera is turned and Spencer is seen unconscious tied to a chair. His clothes are relatively clean and he appears untouched. Hotch’s heart breaks knowing what’s to come.

Chapter Text

Spencer and Hotch rejoin the team in the main room of the precinct. Dave is just finishing up the profile. He nods at Hotch and continues speaking.

“Remember this Unsub wants to be seen. He wants the world to know what he’s doing. That’s why he’s choosing high profile victims.”

Spencer is subdued behind Hotch. It’s been an emotionally draining day and he just wants to go home with Daddy but he can’t. He has to stay and work the case before the unsub kills yet another innocent person.

Spencer wishes that Hotch would be his Daddy 24/7 because he needs him, not Boyfriend and Boss mode because he doesn’t need that as much. Only thing is… Hotch is so new at being a Daddy that he doesn’t want to overwhelm him no matter how badly he wants it, and demanding that Hotch do so at work is crossing a line. Maybe when it becomes second nature to him he can, but for now it might be time to just start sending him some hints and leaving some more bdsm lifestyle books around- maybe this time he will put them in his office. Daddy will have to get the hints eventually.

That doesn’t mean he can’t be close to Daddy, though, and he spends every possible moment glued to his side. At one point Garcia compares him to a baby duck and he doesn’t hate the idea. Plus she pulls up tons of baby ducks on her computer, or ‘eye bleach’ as she calls it, and it really does help against all the awful things he’s seeing.

Plus she came to him, which means he can look at the ducks while sitting next to Daddy, and that alone makes him decide she’s a friend.

Prentiss and Morgan head out to another place of interest trying to hunt down clues while Rossi goes back to an old crime scene to keep watch for revisitation, and JJ stays in the precinct talking to the locals.

When late afternoon rolls around, Garcia gets a hit on a local suspect and Prentiss and Morgan hop in their car to race over to his last known whereabouts. Rossi meets them there and Daddy is clutching his phone, barking orders into it nonstop.

“I have to go,” he says. “Prentiss and Morgan have the unsub cornered inside of the warehouse where he works, and the hostage negotiation team is on their way.”
Spencer shakes his head violently.

“Baby, be good for Daddy, okay?” he whispers. “I need to be there for my— our team.”

Spencer understands why Daddy wants to go, and he’s not going to let him without a fight, but Garcia tugs him over to her temporary desk. “Sweet pea, you stay with me! Finally I have someone to keep me company while they go play hero and catch bad guys. I’m so glad I don’t have to worry alone this time.”

Hotch briefly wonders if he needs to have another talk with her about personal space but he’s glad she managed to distract Spencer, and runs out with JJ and some local officers to meet his other agents.

Spencer watches Daddy leave with a grumpy pout before focusing on Garcia who hasn’t stopped babbling since she grabbed him. Her face changes when she notices his expression and she stops talking for a moment before asking in a delicate tone, “Pumpkin, I know we weren’t supposed to see that video, but can I ask you something?”

Spencer eyes her warily. He’s done talking about that video. He doesn’t want to think about it anymore. He gives a halfhearted shrug.

“Ohmygoodness hon, we need to talk about that gorgeous dress! It looked amazing on you! Will you come shopping with me sometime? I bet we can find even more pieces that really flatter your figure!”

Spencer blinks in surprise; That’s not what he thought she was going to say at all and he’s really liking her more and more as he gets to know her. He shoots a small grin her way and shyly nods. It would be nice to go dress shopping with someone else for a change.

He’s right about to point out a date and time when the phone rings and Daddy is on speakerphone asking for this and that. Things start heating up, moving quickly, and soon the unsub is face to face with a wall full of officers, at least it seems that way from what they can piece together over the phone.

He hears Hotch shouting for the unsub to put his hands up. Then an unintelligible shout back. There’s a skuffle and a shout— a loud bang. Spencer gasps.

“Shit—” Hotch swears. “He shot a LEO. Garcia, get medical here STAT.”

Reid silently whimpers- Daddy is okay. He lets out a shaky breath that he didn't know he was holding. Daddy is okay, Daddy is fine. Daddy will be back soon and holding him close again.

Spencer points at the phone with doe eyes and Garica catches on fast.

“Uh, bossman? Can you tell Spencer you’re alright? He’s freaking out a little. I’ll take you off speakerphone.” Garcia clicks the machine and hands Spencer the headset. “For you, pumpkin.”

“Baby?” Hotch frets. “Everything is fine, I’m fine. I’ll be back to you soon, I promise.”

Spencer nods, not that he can see him. But he knows Daddy will understand.

“I can’t wait to see you. I have to go now, but be good for me, okay?”

Spencer nods. There’s a beat of silence.

“Good boy, Spence.” Hotch hangs up the phone with a shake of his head. Thankfully everyone around him is occupied and no one hears his exchange with his clingy adorable genius.

Things wrap up quickly after that and the team heads back to the station to process the Unsub and pick up their missing members.

“Good work, everyone. This case wrapped much faster than expected thanks to your efforts. Why don’t you head to the hotel and relax? I’ll head back to Spencer’s and we can finish packing up his house. We’ll reconvene in the morning. Don’t worry about the case notes, I’ll take care of them.”

The team cheers and gets ready to turn in for the night. All except JJ. She’s been sullen all evening. Hotch noticed when they were in the car together on their way to the raid but he’d been too preoccupied to bring it up.

He’s about to catch her before she goes, but Spencer comes up beside him with puppy dog eyes and he loses all train of logical thought. He just wants to see his face light up when he says they’re finally going home.

Home, or his old home. Which Hotch still wants to get a good look at before they’re set to pack it all up. He wants to look at it through the eyes of a boyfriend, not a profiler.

They go to the car together and Hotch isn’t surprised to see JJ waiting for him but he doesn’t want to hash out whatever is bothering her right now. “Why don’t you go back to the hotel and get some sleep, JJ?”

“Why is he on this team, Hotch?” She’s ignoring Spencer who is standing right there. “We don’t need him, and he distracted you from the case. He took time away from solving the case for personal issues. And an officer was shot Hotch! We might have been able to prevent that if you hadn’t been distracted by some man who wears dresses.” JJ’s face is red and she’s practically shouting by the end of her tirade.

“JJ, go back to the hotel. You’re tired and you're being extremely rude. Without Spencer’s geographic profile it would have taken days to track the Unsub down and he would have assaulted more victims. He was escalating fast and we have no way of knowing whether Officer Mulligan would have been shot if it had taken more time since he wasn’t following procedures tonight. Also I have no idea what you’re referring to about some man in a dress but if that is some sort of slur I will be forced to write you up.” It’s a testaments to Hotch’s leadership skills that he’s able to remain so calm while speaking to the agent insulting his boyfriend.

JJ gapes at Hotch, mouth opening and closing with no words coming out. She looks a little like a fish, Spencer thinks. He silently giggles to himself.

“You,” she suddenly shrieks, turning to face him. “I thought you showed Hotch that video! So you’re a liar as well as a pervert, then?”

“Agent Jareau! I am placing you on suspension starting now. Hand over your gun and badge. And you can find your own way back to Quantico. The bureau won't be paying for your flight. ”

JJ stamps her foot in anger but realizes Hotch won’t change his mind, just hands over her gun and throws her badge at him. She marches away angrily muttering to herself. This isn’t over. First thing in the morning she will be filing an official complaint with Strauss.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I don’t know what’s gotten into her. She isn’t usually like that,” Hotch murmurs to Spencer who is surprisingly calm about the whole thing. He shrugs nonchalantly. Nothing she said mattered to him. She’s unimportant, and because of her he got to watch Daddy defend him which was extremely attractive.

“What did she mean about the man who wears dresses though?” Hotch asks after placing JJ’s gun in the portable gun safe in the car. Shit. Spencer had hoped Hotch wouldn’t bring that up. He flushes red and looks down.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me. But I think you should know that the thought of you in a dress is very appealing to me.”

Spencer’s blush doesn’t fade the entire car ride home.

Hotch manages to cook dinner with what little ingredients are in Spencer’s cabinets and they wind down together after a long day among half packed boxes.

Inevitably, this leads to kissing, hot and heavy in the bedroom, and Spencer pulls back abruptly with a nervous look. Hotch isn’t sure what to expect. He never is, with Spencer. He’s full of surprises in the best way possible. Comfortable, yet exciting.

“What is it?” Hotch presses a kiss to his cheek.

Spencer gets up from the bed holding a finger up, wait here, and disappears into the closet.

“Spencer?” It’s been nearly ten minutes, and Hotch is beginning to wonder if something is wrong. “Baby?” He gets up from the bed and knocks softly on the door.

There’s a moment of silence, and Spencer peeks his head out. Hotch can read the nervousness plain as day on his face. Spencer makes a motion with his hand, he wants him to cover his eyes, and so he does. Of course he does, he’d do anything Spencer asked.

From the way he moves, Hotch can feel Spencer stepping out in front of him, and he grabs his hand, silent as always. Almost shaking, Spencer guides his hand forward, presses it against his waist, and slides it down his hip.

Hotch can hear his own heavy breathing as he traces the outline of Spencer's side and finds the smooth skin of his thigh where his- oh.

Where his dress ends.

He leans forward and kisses where he supposes Spencer’s cheek is and slips his hand up, squeezing his upper thigh and groaning with unexpected pleasure. He grabs Spencer's ass, feels the lace of his panties and pulls him closer with a rough tug.

“May I look?” Hotch says, almost begs.

Spencer slides his arms around his neck and buries his face into it.

“Please, baby? I want to see how pretty you look.”

Spencer wiggles against him but doesn’t give him any indication of a go-ahead, so Hotch keeps his eyes closed. He does, however, slip his fingers underneath the lacey waistband of Spencer’s panties and snaps them back, and Spencer gasps.

It’s barely audible, but it’s there.

Hotch rubs at Spencer’s crotch, feeling the thin lace. Spencer’s small bulge packaged in such delicate cloth. Hotch wants to open his eyes so badly to see where he's touching but he doesn’t want to spook the mute genius and follows his lead. Spencer presses his hips forward and Hotch squeezes gently, admiring the feel on his palm.

Spencer grabs his other hand and trails it up to his lips where he licks them slowly and sucks them into his mouth. Hotch can feel the affirming nod of his head, yes, while he swirls his tongue around them, and he finally opens his eyes and… wow.

It’s reverent, the way his voice comes out. “Oh, Baby, look at you.”

Spencer is the hottest thing he’s ever laid eyes on and the striking red of his dress is rivaling the blush on his cheeks.

Spencer stops sucking his fingers and ducks his head so his hair covers his face, trying to hide from Hotch’s gaze. That won’t do. Hotch yanks Spencer close and hugs him tight to his chest.

“Baby, you’re so gorgeous. Do you see what you do to me?”

Hotch takes Spencer’s hand and presses it to his pants where a wet spot has started forming. Spencer kneels down and licks at Hotch’s pants making quiet happy noises. He loves seeing how he makes his strong stoic Daddy come apart. Hotch moans and forces himself not to thrust his hips into Spencer’s face, instead he lifts him back up and sticks his tongue in his mouth. They kiss hot and heavy, while Hotch runs his hands over Spencer’s sides, feeling the fabric of the dress bunch up beneath his hands.

He grabs at Spencer's smooth bare thigh and hoists it up around his waist, feeling the way he leans into him for support, the heavy, warm pressure of his body pressing into him. Hotch slides his hand down to his ass, slaps it, leaves a loud clap in the room, and attacks his lips again.

Spencer looks so pretty in a dress that he wants to devour him whole. He lets Spencer’s lips go and moves down to neck, biting and sucking his skin without regard to any marks he’s making, and Spencer’s hands fist in his shirt. He lets Spencer’s leg go, and sits down on the edge of the bed, just taking his time to look.

Spencer is standing pretty, if not a little nervous, with his lip bitten beneath his teeth, arm behind his back, and ankles crossed. Hotch thinks he should be far more confident for someone that looks like that.

Spencer’s chewing on his lip so hard it’s practically a miracle it hasn’t started bleeding. He’s been craving an understanding Daddy like Hotch for years. Every time he went out to a club or bar to find someone who would properly Dom him, he left unsatisfied. They were never exactly what he was looking for. Hotch is everything and more. He’s the perfect amount of sweet and stern. Controlling and devoted. Spencer looks down at his perfect Daddy adoringly. His fear dissipates the longer he sees the arousal in Hotch’s gaze.

“Spin around for Daddy,” he whispers. “Let me see all of you.”

Spencer does as he’s told and Hotch catches his hand when he’s done, squeezes it, and turns him around again so he’s facing away. “Stay still, baby,” he instructs. He pushes Spencer’s dress up his thighs and over his ass so he can see his pretty lace panties. “Hold this.”

Hotch grabs Spencer’s ass cheeks and groans, loves the way they’re so small and cute, lean with just a hint of muscle. Just enough to jiggle in his hands. He pays Spencer’s ass softly just to watch the flesh move from the force of his hand, then he hooks his thumbs down low between his cheeks and pulls the panties to the side, and spreads them. Spencer is trembling.

Hotch leans forward and licks a stripe from his ass upwards and teasingly bites his cheek. “I don’t think you should ever wear anything but dresses and panties again,” Hotch says. “Or maybe just the panties.”

Spencer turns around and pushes him back on the bed. He’s going to ride his Daddy so hard.

His confidence is restored as he watches the lust in Daddy’s eyes. Today had left him shaken, but dressing up pretty for Daddy was the right call. He’s already feeling more like himself as he sways his hips letting the dress fall back down over his thighs. Daddy can’t take his eyes off him and Spencer feels his blood rushing south.

Daddy scoots back so he’s sitting against the headboard and licks his lips. He opens his legs and Spencer rushes to come sit between them. He drapes his own legs over Daddy’s lifting his dress as he sits and presses their lips together again, feeling Daddy’s thick cock in his suit pants pressed up against his panties.

“Good boy,” he murmurs, voice scratchy with lust. He runs his hands up Spencer’s thighs, and then tugs his own pants down just enough to free his cock and feel it run against Spencer’s ass. Who, almost definitely on purpose, is innocently rocking back and forth.

Hotch sticks his fingers in Spencer's mouth again and watches as his eyes flutter closed and he sucks, then watches the spit trail out as he snakes them around and slides Spencer’s panties to the side to press his fingers against his hole.

Spencer is already trembling, both hands on Hotch’s chest as he’s spread open. Hotch scissors him for a long time until he’s ready despite how much whining is had. Spencer wants to sit on Daddy's cock now.

He can take it! He’s so good at taking cock, and he wants Daddy to see it. He’s going to ride him so good! He’ll see once he starts and never ever think about leaving him.

Spencer lifts up his hips and as best he can, positions Daddys cock, and sits down on it. It sinks all the way in and Daddy groans. He feels full and happy and so horny- he starts riding him fast.

Hotch’s head falls back against the headboard as he lets Spencer take the lead. His boy is so good at this. A spark of jealousy curls in his gut as he thinks about how his boy got to be so good at this but it goes away fast when Spencer does that thing with his hips again and Hotch can’t really think much of anything aside from how amazing his cock feels inside Spencer’s tight heat.

Spencer looks so lewd with his dress hiked above his waist and his panties pushed to the side only exposing his hole to Hotch’s cock. Spencer’s small cock pressed tight against the lace, leaking precum all down the front of the pink fabric. Hotch touches the wet spot and feels Spencer shudder. He touches the spot again and then lowers the waistband on Spencer’s panties to allow his little cockhead to poke out. Hotch uses his finger and thumb to gather the precum gathered at the slit and brings it to his mouth for a taste.

Spencer tips his head back and moans, feels the blood rush to his cheeks and cock, and what little control he has left completely slips away. He sees Hotch’s fingers go inside his mouth and he cums on himself and his panties as he continues to ride him.

Hotch groans, feels the squeeze of Spencer’s ass as he cums and grabs both his thighs as he thrusts up and fucks him through his orgasm. Spencer is blushing so hard- Hotch knows he’s embarrassed but it’s so cute. “Don’t worry, baby,” he says. “It’s okay to cum fast. It’s so hot to see you lose control.”

Spencer leans forward burying his face, a pleased smile on his lips. Daddy thinks he looks hot! He didn’t get to show Daddy his favorite sex toy but he thinks the evening turned out very nice anyway.

Hotch continues to thrust chasing his own orgasm. It isn’t long before he feels it encroaching and he grips Spencer’s waist tightly as he explodes inside the beautiful genius. He taps Spencer who sits up to look at him and he gazes fondly before leaning in for a soft kiss.

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Spencer looks around his living room in dismay. He’s tired and grouchy having been woken early so he and Daddy can get a head start on packing before the rest of the team arrives, and now he can't find his most prized book. It was even signed by the author! He’s sure he left it with his other signed editions but it really belongs with his bedroom collection and now it’s missing!

Daddy insists they pack the bedroom themselves, not wanting to explain his special collection to the team. Spencer doesn’t really care one way or the other, but Daddy is a private man and there are some things his teammates just don’t need to know.

Spencer spends the morning playfully showing Daddy all his toys, but while going through his collection he can’t find his missing book and is getting more and more frustrated. The team arrives while Spencer is throwing things out of boxes in an effort to locate it.

“Umm, I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to pack, Pretty Boy.”

Spencer stomps his foot at Morgan but stops unpacking. He looks at the mess he’s made and pouts: this is going to take forever to organize.

Sensing the frustration pouring off him, Emily kneels down among all the messy piles he’s made. “Hey, how about we finish this room for you?” She starts organizing the mess as best she can. “If you let us know what you’re looking for, we can give a shout when we find it.”

Before Spencer can start miming what he’s looking for, however, Hotch herds him back to the bedroom. “Reid, let them handle this room and the kitchen, we need to get your bedroom done before the van arrives.”

Spencer reluctantly leaves his main rooms to the team and allows Hotch to drag him back to the bedroom.

Hotch watches the frazzled genius with some amusement, as Spencer pulls out wilder and wilder sex toys, many he doesn’t even know the functions to. Spencer stops in the middle of trying to mime the purpose of a thick double headed dildo with a detachable looking round thing when someone knocks on the bedroom door.

“Don’t come in,” Hotch barks. He’s looking concerned at all of the sex toys still scattered about.

“We’re almost finished with the kitchen, bossman!” Garcia calls through the door. “You sure I can't come in, Spence? I wanna see your room! I won’t profile, I don’t even know how to do that!”

Spencer has a big smile on his face and is heading for the door so Hotch rushes to stop him, giving him a you’d better not look that makes him shiver obediently.

“He doesn’t want you to see the mess,” Hotch says.

Spencer pouts and crosses his arms; he wants his new friend Garcia to see all his Dr. Who memorabilia. And his sex toys. Mostly the toys.

“But—”

“I said no, Garcia.”

She leaves, and Spencer refuses to look at him, going back to a shelf full of different sized plugs in all colors of the rainbow.

Hotch feels the start of a headache forming and raises a hand to his temple. Spencer is going to be the death of him he can already tell. He wouldn’t change a single thing though, the genius has already enriched his life so much in the short time they’ve known each other.

Hotch pulls out a box and starts putting objects in not paying close attention anymore. For every couple of toys he packs Reid takes one out and puts it in another box.

“Spencer, Baby, please, I’m trying to get this done so you can move in with me.”

Spencer looks at him wide eyed. He knows why they’re doing this but Hotch keeps putting things in the wrong order. Butt plugs don’t belong in the same box as floggers. Honestly, it’s like he’s never used sex toys before.

Spencer freezes. He looks at his lover appraisingly. Hotch has probably never used sex toys before. Most of Spencer’s sexcapades involved toys of some form or another.

He looks at Hotch, and Hotch looks up, and smiles at him. He’s so innocent, his Daddy.

He won’t be for long.

Daddy is standing at his dresser packing it up so Spencer heads for his closet and starts sorting his things into items he wants to keep and the items he can live without. His piles are pretty even and Hotch helps him contribute to both piles offering his opinions when Spencer asks.

The packing goes a little bit quicker when Spencer starts letting him pack everything haphazardly, and soon there’s only the BJ dildos left before they’ve put everything away.

He can hear the team talking louder in the living room, so apparently Rossi has arrived. Hotch squeezes through the door with the discard pile in a large garbage bag and goes to greet him while Spencer tapes up the last box.

Hotch labeled all the boxes from the bedroom, and Spencer just knows he’s going to have a hard time finding anything when he unpacks them all at their place. Spencer feels butterflies in his tummy. Their place.

By the time he emerges, Rossi is sitting on the couch not doing much of anything while the rest of the team is getting the last of his things into the van downstairs.

Rossi waves something at him to catch his attention— his book!

“Missing something, bocchino?”

Spencer gasps, sort of, and rushes forward to grab for his book, but Rossi is smirking with it pulled back out of his reach.

Spencer isn’t embarrassed, not at all, but Daddy is going to be upset!

“Big Cocks and Bigger Mouths, that’s quite a title,” Rossi says with a chuckle. “I think I’m starting to understand why Aaron fell so fast.”

Spencer never imagined one of his first private conversations with The David Rossi, the world renowned criminal fiction author would have played out like this, but all in all, he isn’t scowling with disgust, so it’s not the worst thing in the world.

“He’s my best friend, you know,” Rossi says slowly. “Don't corrupt him too hard.” He pauses, then says, “or at least not all at once.” Then, a wink. “I like you, kid.”

Rossi hands him the book and leaves to find Hotch in the next room; Spencer is still standing there shocked, chest full of unexpected acceptance, a warm feeling he didn’t know he was craving. He really likes being accepted by Hotch's friends.

The van heads to the airport to load all of Spencer’s things onto the jet, and the team has time before they need to go too. They decide to have a quick dinner in Spencer’s empty apartment, giving Spencer time to say one last goodbye to his place. Spencer has no real attachment to this apartment though, it was just close to campus. There are no memories here that make him nostalgic. He can’t wait to leave and start creating memories with Aaron.

Rossi raises a glass to toast their newest team member. “To Reid!”

The lack of JJ isn’t brought up by anyone.

The team is about to touch down in D.C. when Rossi’s voice cuts through Spencer’s hazy thoughts. He’s half dozed off, going through the digits of pi with his head on Hotch’s shoulder when he hears, “Wake up, kid. We’ve got something for you.”

Spencer hasn’t got a clue what they could have gotten for him, and he blinks away the numbers flashing in front of his face ...115956286388235378759375195778…

Rossi is holding up a book. It’s not one he’s seen before, and where is the author listed? He glances at Daddy who is still asleep, and quirks an eyebrow at Rossi.

“Right, yeah, no talking, this should help with that. It’s a book. We had some downtime earlier and thought it would be nice to assemble some of the linguistics we often use.” He opens it up to a glossy page. “Some common phrases, team member’s name, types of ubsubs, their methods, ect. You catch my drift, bambino.”

Spencer stares at it, and no, he’s not going to cry. But it is incredibly heartwarming to be accepted by his new team so readily. And he’s got a feeling that this book will come in really handy. No one has ever done anything like this for him before. At his last job, they dragged their feet when hiring him an interpreter, and even then it was always an under qualified grad student, like Kyle. After his initial book he always ended up having to make his own books to suit his needs, and now… now his new team has made him a unique one with specialized information pertaining to the field.

He’s not going to cry. He’s not.

Shit, he’s crying. But it’s just one tear, and only Rossi is close enough to see.

Daddy wakes up just then and he wipes his face for him stealthily so no one sees and quickly catches onto what’s happening, giving everyone Spencer's thanks, which he was just about to start floundering about, unable to stay anything to such a nice gesture.

The BAU is already starting to feel like home.

Because of the early hour when they arrive back, Hotch insists that everyone go home. He and Spencer can do the unpacking themselves in the morning. Or the afternoon, more likely. He reiterates that he’s grateful for all their help but he doesn’t want to see any of them for the next 24 hours.

Mostly, he doesn’t want to see them because he wants to bend Spencer over a stack of boxes and fuck him silly, and that’s exactly what he does. They end up tumbling over when the box bursts open and falling onto a pile of rainbow dildos; Hotch has never felt more alive.

Living with Spencer, he thinks, is going to be the best and wildest decision he’s ever made.

When they wake up just a few hours later, Hotch thanks his lucky stars once again to be able to do so next to someone so handsome, and he coaxes him awake with a fresh cup of coffee and a morning handjob.

Spencer easily perks up and goes to meticulously organize his belongings as he unpacks each box. Hotch finishes the kitchen boxes in record time; all Spencer brought was a French press, a Doctor Who mug, and an unused spatula.

He lets Spencer take care of the multiple boxes of sex toys becuase he doesn’t even know where to begin with those. Though he does wonder where he’ll end up putting the Dildo wall and runs to find him, making sure he knows it can’t be in plain view where a child could see.

Spencer pouts, but he eventually agrees.

They’re both in the bedroom around midday, Hotch unpacking Spencer's clothes, and Spencer tucking instrument after instrument into a chest— a paddle, flogger, belt, whip, cane, rope harness, and something else that Hotch isn’t sure what it is.

But he’s looking forward to using it nonetheless.

Hotch opens up a box that wasn’t sent over from Spencer’s place, but rather overnighted from an online order he placed yesterday, and starts to put away a bunch of different types of panties into Spencer’s section of the dresser.

Last night he spent over an hour scrolling on his phone while Spencer drooled on his shoulder, looking at thongs, lacy bikinis, bralettes— all of it. He spent more than he would like to admit, but after seeing Spencer in that red dress and the color panties, he couldn’t help himself.

Spencer finishes with his toy chest and comes over to help Hotch. He has a particular order to things and he wants to explain it to Daddy as they unpack. No matching socks, all vests folded just so, pajamas on the bottom, and his boxers on the left and panties on the right.

He reaches into the last box of clothes with a look of confusion on his face. Everything has been put away or hung up. He has no more clothing left aside from this box which is full of old university shirts he wears for sleeping. He sees Daddy watching him with a weird expression.

Hotch packed up his dresser back in California and he labeled all the boxes. Spencer looks around to make sure he hasn’t missed anything before finally shooting Hotch an accusatory stare. His boxers are not here. Not a single pair.

Knowing he’s been caught, Hotch remains calm and impassive while he answers the question he knows Spencer is asking.

“You don’t need boxers anymore. I’ve bought several new panties for you, including ones for everyday use.”

Spencer stares at Hotch incredulously. Hotch fidgets for a moment before strengthening his resolve. “We were throwing out all of the items you wouldn’t need now that you’re living with me.” He tries to sound firm and not defensive.

Spencer is still for a moment longer and Hotch is about to apologize and go out to buy Spencer all new boxers when suddenly Spencer is on his knees in front of him trying to get his zipper down.

His motions are jerky and desperate; fueled by an intense desire. He struggles with the fly several times before catching it in his teeth and pulling it down successfully.

Spencer is so aroused by Hotch taking charge over his wardrobe. He knows he should be a little bit annoyed that his lover did something like that without talking to him first, but the sheer dominance of the act has Spencer needing to get cock in his mouth ASAP.

He pulls out Hotch’s cock, so long and thick it makes his mouth water in anticipation, and swallows it down as far as he can just to see the look of amazement on Daddy's face. Which, he’s pleased to think, is very amazed, because he’s no stranger to a cock and ‘as far as he can’ is the whole damn thing.

Straight down his throat, and he chokes himself on it repeatedly until he goes red in the face and Daddy has to pull him off. Hotch is throbbing- he’s so hard that it’s pulsing on his tongue and about to burst.

He’s threading his fingers through Spencer’s hair and pulling just to ground himself. The sensation of Spencer's tongue working its magic is nearly unbearable, not to mention the way he uses his throat; Hotch isn’t even sure what’s happening there, but he never wants it to stop.

He looks down to see Spencer's needy, wrecked eyes looking up at him, and a wet spot between his legs, and that’s it. Hotch pulls his hair hader, thrusts his cock ever farther down his throat, and cums. His cock is pulsing hot, thick ropes of cum and Spencer swallows down every drop with a salacious moan.

Hotch is pretty sure he will never get used to Spencer’s blowjobs. They are always incredible and he’s convinced he’s the luckiest man on the planet.

“You aren’t upset then?”

Spencer blinks at him and grins. He nuzzles his head on Hotch’s thigh and attempts to get back to what he had just started.

“As much fun as this is, baby, we do actually have things we need to do today.”

Hotch pulls Spencer up from his knees. Spencer pouts and thrusts his wet hips from where he just came himself at him.

“You already came, Spence.”

He shakes his head no. He didn’t cum, he didn’t. Definitely not. Daddy doesn’t know what he's talking about. He needs more of Daddy's touch right now.

“No? Yes, you did. Look at the wet spot on your pants.”

Spencer shakes his head faster and covers his crotch with his hand as best as he can. Daddy doesn’t want more, but that doesn’t stop Spencer’s pouty lips or hardening cock from thrusting back into him.

“Baby,” he laughs. “How can you be hard again already? Take a breather.”

Spencer doesn’t- he’s already biting at Hotch’s neck.

“We need to get the house stocked and put everything away, Spence, c’mon. We could be pulled out on a case at any time. We need to be responsible.”

But Spencer thinks it’s very responsible to make sure his cock isn’t sad and fists his hand in Hotch’s shirt in protest, shoving himself closer and grinding his hips.

“Spencer,” Hotch warns. “Behave.”

Any other time and Spencer would be falling to his knees, hands behind his back and hoping that Daddy would think he’s a good boy still, but he’s so hard and he wants to cum again, he wants to cum now.

He reaches out and grabs Hotch’s cock through his boxers and massages it roughly with his stiff hand, and comes in for a kiss— Hotch can’t help but kiss back, but he pushes him away with a hand on his chest and a stern look. “Baby, I told you to behave.”

Spencer gulps.

“And did you?”

He shakes his head no.

“Actions have consequences, Spencer,” Hotch says, and grabs something from an open box neaby. “If this is the only way to make you behave, I have to do it.”

Spencer looks down to see Hotch locking his cock cage over his hard little member and he shoots his head back up to look at him with NO! written all over his expression.

Hotch feels a little awkward as he locks Spencer’s tiny dick in the plastic cage. Thankfully it’s an easy to use contraption, even for a beginner like himself. Spencer’s gorgeous little cock is even more stunning, all flushed with no way to find release. Spencer humps his hand a little as Hotch cages him. Hotch knows that even though Spencer said “No” it wasn’t a real “No.” Still, he’s a little uneasy about things like this without express consent. Spencer hasn’t been subtle about enjoying when he takes more control- and Hotch vows to spend more time looking into consensual-nonconsent and other bdsm play to see how he can better accommodate Spencer’s needs.

“I’ll take it off when we finish our chores, but only if you’ve been a good boy all day.”

Spencer’s stares back. He is a good boy. And he’s a good boy that wants to cum!

“Understood?”

Spencer pouts and nods miserably. Even though he’s getting punished, a part of him is really pleased at how easily Hotch is falling into the dom role that he craves. It proves to Spencer yet again that they’re really on the same wavelength. He loves that he doesn’t need to spell it all out for him. Hotch just gets him and knows exactly what he needs.

After Spencer changes his pants they rush through the rest of the unpacking. It’s early afternoon when Hotch notices Spencer getting antsy from being cooped up for so long.

“Let’s save these boxes for later. We’ve tackled the most important things. It’s mainly miscellaneous items left now, nothing urgent. We need to hit the grocery store, all I have here are Jack’s pop tarts. And no, we can’t live off pop tarts.”

Spencer opens his mouth in a faux gasp. He doesn’t know about Hotch but he can certainly live off pop tarts. And coffee. He definitely needs coffee. Okay maybe the grocery store isn’t a bad idea. It’ll be nice to get some of his favorite snacks and show Hotch his preferred brands, that way he can spoil him with them in the future.

Hotch gets his car keys and tells Spencer to get ready to leave. As Spencer bends down to tie his shoes he feels the hard plastic still encasing his little cock and squirms. He doesn’t want to leave the house with it on, but Daddy said when they finish their chores he will take it off and he’ll be allowed to cum!

“Let’s go, Baby,” Hotch calls from the doorway.

Spencer straightens up and obediently follows Hotch out the door. He is a good boy! He will make daddy proud!

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Spencer takes in the east coast grocery store with wide eyes. It’s somehow so different than what he was used to back in California. Some snacks are universal, but he realizes he won’t be able to get his favorite coffee anymore. With a pout Spencer starts to point at other treats he wants Daddy to buy for him.

“We travel for work all the time, Spence, next time we’re on the west coast we can stock up. Why don’t you go pick out a different brand for now?”

Hotch leaves Spencer to go grab some pasta and other items he knows Jack likes to have around the house.

Spencer takes his time deliberating what to get when he hears familiar whispers. He’s never heard the voices before but the tone is something he knows too well.

“Freaks like that shouldn’t be allowed outside,” the first person says.

“It’s not right letting them mingle with regular people. Did you see the way he just pointed? The other man was talking to him and he never said a word. Clearly he’s mentally incapacitated.”

Spencer wants to clench his fist but he can’t even do that without his hands aching. These nasty old ladies have a point. He is a freak. He wants Daddy, and he wants to leave. He hears the whispers coming closer and two older women huddled together walk into the aisle where he’s standing.

“Should we call the manager? That freak is making me uncomfortable.”

“That’s a great idea, Karen. I’ll go get him.”

Spencer turns his back to the lady and tries to ignore the blatant insults she’s muttering under her breath as if she’s never had human contact with anyone before in her life. Spencer feels the same shame he’s felt his entire life start bubbling up–it only got worse after his incident with Hankel–and his eyes are starting to get hot and prickly with tears. He doesn't want to cry in the middle of the food store!

...Where’s Daddy? He really needs a hug.

The plastic cage on his cock reminds him of Daddy’s strong presence. He puts the coffee he was looking at back on the shelf and decides to go find Aaron.

“Excuse me! Where are you going?” She scoffs. “Hey, don’t ignore me, you freak! Get back here!

Spencer stills- he feels caught between running away in fear and staying to defend himself, but he’s never been one for confrontation; his years upon years of bullying can attest for that, and he shuts his eyes and bolts.

“Hey!” she shouts.

Spencer nearly gasps as he runs right into someone, but oh! Thank god- it’s Daddy! He flings his arms around Hotch’s neck and buries his face in his chest, already letting the tears fall freely. Daddy will protect him.

“Baby, what is it? What’s wrong?”

The woman catches up to them and huffs, “There you are! Don’t move, the manager will be here any second!”

Spencer ignores her and tightens his grip on Daddy, trying to will her away. He’s scared and he wants her to leave him alone! He didn’t do anything wrong. He was just looking at coffee!

“The manager?” Hotch looks at her curiously. “What happened? Did someone hurt him?”

The woman looks at Hotch incredulously, and more than a little bit angry at the implication that Spencer may be the victim in this little altercation.

“Hurt him? Are you kidding me? He’s the one who we should be scared of! I mean, look at him! What’s wrong with his hand? They’re disgusting! He’s going around touching everything on the shelves and who knows what kind of nasty disease he has. Not to mention he hasn’t said one word this entire time, he probably doesn’t even understand English! He’s obviously unfit to be in public!”

Hotch quickly realizes that the woman has been antagonizing his boyfriend, and he subtly shifts his body language, turning Spencer away from her, shielding him from the danger. “That is incredibly ignorant,” he says calmly. He has more than enough experience dealing with unhinged individuals. “Please stay where you are. You’re right, it is best if we wait for the manager.”

He turns to Spencer and kisses his cheek while he slides an arm around his waist and pulls him in protectively to his chest. “Are you alright, Baby?”

Spencer shakes his head no into his suit.

He drops his voice to a whisper and says, “Daddy’s got you, Spence. I won’t let her say anything else about you. She has no idea what she’s talking about. You’re perfect. Daddy’s perfect boy.”

“What are you two talking ab–”

“Please, back up,” Hotch says with a calculated coldness in his voice. “He has nothing to say to you.”

“That’s ridiculous, I’m an American, I have rights.” She looks like she’s got steam coming out of her ears.

Hypocrite, Hotch thinks privately.

“There he is!” The other lady is back with the store manager in tow.

“Thank God! Took you long enough!”

“What seems to be the problem?” The manager, a middle aged woman with a short ponytail asks. She looks from Karen to Spencer to Hotch for an answer.

Karen pounces first. “That freak was touching everything! Picking up food and getting it all dirty! He did something to his hands! And who knows what else he touched? I’m scared to buy anything now, it’s all contaminated!”

“Sir, may I see your hands?” The manager is polite but stern.

Hotch whispers to Spencer that it’s okay and he turns around to show her his damaged hands, mangled fingers and all. They’re not pretty, but they’re battlescares that he’s on the way to coming to terms with.

Instances like these don’t help.

“I’m sorry, but what's the issue?” The manager looks at Karen.

“His- he–” Karen turns to her friend. “Susan, say something! His hands. They’re gross.”

Susan nods. “Can you tell them to leave?”

Hotch shares a look with the manager who’s easy enough to profile; empathy, apologetic, and a considerable amount of exasperation. She must deal with this sort of thing all the time.

“You know what?” The manager says. “I think you should leave.”

Karen rolls her eyes. “Thank you! Was that so hard?”

“I meant you two.”

Hotch quirks a smile. He can feel Spencer perk up against him and he squeezes his hand.

“You’re harassing paying customers. This store allows everyone to shop here, we don’t discriminate against the differently abled, and if you don’t leave I will have to call the police to escort you out.”

Karen and Susan gape at the manager. Clearly they’ve never had an employee stand up to them before. Hotch hugs Spencer from behind his presence, sturdy and reassuring, Spencer can’t resist and sticks his tongue out at the nasty ladies. They stutter and gasp some more but the manager reaching for her phone causes them to flee from the store.

“I’m so sorry, gentlemen. May I offer you two a 10% discount on your purchases today? That was ridiculous and I hope you know our store doesn’t tolerate harassment like that towards anyone.”

Hotch smiles at the kind manager. He thanks her for the discount which he doesn’t need, it wasn’t her fault that two ignorant customers verbally assaulted Spencer, but she insists they take it.

“My sister is mentally challenged too and I would never want her to be treated like that, please let me do this.”

Hotch goes to correct her about Spencer but his boyfriend taps his hand and shakes his head. He’s tired and doesn’t want to get into it. Let her think he’s slow; he doesn’t mind. She was nice to him.

He’s experienced so much intolerance since becoming mute and not being able to easily communicate that he’s learned to leave it be when a stranger offers kindness. It’s rare and he wants to savor it.

This is why Spencer stopped going out in public. He was clearly unwanted by the people, and he hated making a scene. He used to just send Kyle or whichever TA was ‘helping’ him to the stores with a list. He’d only gone today to show Hotch his favorite items and part of him had also hoped that shopping with Daddy would be different, maybe even fun. He should have known better… it was his own fault for pointing at things so exaggeratedly that people took notice.

Hotch frowns at Spencer. He knows Spencer wants to move on and let it go but he doesn’t want anyone to have misconceptions about his amazing genius lover. Even though the manager was kind, she still pushed her own wrong beliefs in a hurtful way and Hotch hates it.

Hotch sighs, he respects Spencer’s wishes more. It’s not about what would make him feel better, it’s about what would make Spencer feel better, and even though he wants to politely set the manager straight, that won’t be helping his Baby’s mental state. He needs a comforting hug and a Daddy who listens, not a controlling boyfriend.

They leave the store with their purchases and head back home. Hotch picks up easy to eat takeout that Spencer still makes him feed him. His baby is so needy but Hotch would be lying if he said he didn’t thoroughly enjoy it.

After their chores are done, Hotch keeps his promise to Spencer and takes off the cock cage. He swallows Spencer down in one go, and sucks and sucks until he explodes in his mouth. Hotch gives him a satisfied smirk; Spencer didnt even last five minutes.

The next few days pass in domestic bliss. Hotch is an amazing cook, and Spencer instantly wants to jump him when he puts on an apron. Eventually, though, it’s back to work.

With no JJ at the office, Garcia and Hotch split the role, choosing cases and communicating with the media. Things are relatively quiet and Spencer enjoys getting used to the BAU from the comfort of Hotch’s office. Their office now. They work on solving as many cold cases as they can and Hotch does multiple consults with agencies that have requested his help specifically.

Team members get called out individually for certain cases depending on their expertise, Hotch explains after he comes back from yet another Skype meeting. Morgan and Rossi just got back from a custodial interview and Hotch shows Spencer the paperwork and how the interrogation will help them profile future Unsubs.

Hotch is so grateful to have Spencer only inches from him at all times. It’s made the work that has always given him a certain edge a whole lot easier to handle. Before Spencer, the BAU was absolutely his passion and his calling, but now it feels like home.

There’s no place in the world that he’d rather be than next to the man he adores even while profiling violent criminals.

When Spencer stands up and stretches the top of his panties are visible and it takes all of Hotch’s willpower not to jump him in the office. Spencer knows what he’s doing too, and shakes his ass tantalizingly in Hotch’s face.

He does give Spencer a sneaky kiss to the cheek every now and again when the blinds are closed and holds his hand under the desk but that’s as far as he takes it. He’s never been one for PDA but with Spencer it’s different.

It’s around noon when Spencer gives Hotch a big kiss before running off to use the bathroom. He didn’t want to go alone, but Hotch already accompanied him three times today, and he said he couldn't any more.

Spencer thinks he should stop drinking so much coffee because then he won’t have to be away from Daddy but… coffee! But also, Daddy!

Ugh!

“Hey, Spencer!” Oh, it’s Prentiss.

He just came out of the restroom and suddenly he’s being ushered towards the bull pen. “So, how are you liking the BAU?” She smiles; it’s warm and genuine. He likes that. “You picked a good time to come on board, it’s been a slow few weeks. Lots of paperwork and only local consults.”

Spencer nods his head, looking up to Daddy’s office where he would rather be. He already misses the smell of it and the warming presence of Daddy in the same room as him.

“I noticed you two really get along,” she says. “Hotch isn’t usually that uh… friendly.” She scrunches up her eyebrows. “At all. Ever.”

Spencer looks to the side awkwardly. He’s not sure what she wants from him.

“And I know he really does like having you on the team, but you should consider giving him some space. He’s not the affectionate type and he might be a hard ass in the field but I know he’s too nice to tell you he needs some room to breathe. He must be swamped with paperwork.”

Spencer scoffs, well he scoffs in his head, because Prentiss has no idea what she’s talking about. Daddy doesn’t need space. Daddy doesn't want space either. He wants love and affection and hugs and kisses and he wants it all from his baby.

Prentiss must take his silence for agreement, because she continues, “I mean he’s letting you stay in the guest room at his house, you carpool together everyday back and forth. He probably wants a bit of alone time at the office, I’m sure. He’s a bit of a lone wolf.” She pulls out her chair and motions to it. “How about you stay down here in the bullpen for a while, see how you like it?”

Seeing that she has his attention, Prentiss gets more enthusiastic. “Honestly it’s a lot more fun down here with us. We don’t have the boss making sure we’re always focused on the work. We joke around and play games, plus you can bounce paper airplanes off Morgan’s head when he’s not looking.”

“Oy! I knew that wasn’t Anderson,” Morgan yells from his desk, but he’s smiling when Spencer turns to him.

Spencer looks back at Prentiss and then at his hands and then back at her. He can’t make paper airplanes. He doesn’t want to sit with the team. Sure he likes them fine but it isn’t the same. Working with Daddy is everything to him now. He has no idea how he managed before.

He’s not smothering Daddy. He glances up at the office window unsure. Daddy would say something if he was upset, wouldn’t he? Spencer bites his lip, and hesitates before going to Morgan’s desk to see what he’s working on.

Morgan is happy to have Reid’s input on his paperwork and is basically using the genius to get it all filled out when Hotch pokes his head out of his office.

“I was starting to wonder if you got lost,” he calls down to the bullpen. It takes everything Spencer has not to run directly into Daddy’s arms. He knew he wasn’t bothering him.

Spencer looks back at Prentiss and doesn’t know how to say Annoyed? Yeah right, so he doesn’t. Instead, he heads back up to his and Daddy’s office, even with her yelling after him to come visit them on breaks.

Spencer waves awkwardly as he heads up the stairs, smiling a little when Morgan jokes about slipping him all his paperwork from now on.

It’s a few days later when Prentiss sees Spencer leave Hotch’s office, he’s going to the break room for coffee, and he’s trailing behind Hotch not even an inch apart. What’s worse, though, is that he’s… holding Hotch’s belt?

The whole display reminds Prentiss of a baby duckling following its mother, and she wonders just how irritated Hotch must be, the most professional and distant of all of them. Over the decade that she’s known him, she’s never seen him spend this much time with someone this close together, and she decides it must be some sort of feeling of obligation or something that’s making him put up with such clingy behavior.

“Morgan, hey, Morgan,” she whispers. “Look at that.”

“What?” He looks up from his desk and follows her gaze to Hotch and Reid standing by the coffee maker, Spencer’s hand still holding his belt buckle, and the same stoic expression that’s always on Hotch’s face.

Morgan nods. “Oh. Huh.”

JJ, back from her suspension, comes up behind them. “What’re you two whispering about?”

“Nothing, it’s not important,” Prentiss hastily replies. She and JJ have been distant since the suspension and JJ blames Dr. Reid for that too.

JJ’s gaze immediately darts to the two men at the coffee maker and she narrows her eyes when she sees Spencer holding on to the back of Hotch’s pants like some overgrown child. She makes a note to call Haley and share her concerns.

She’s still furious that Strauss sided with Hotch about her suspension. Rossi pulled her aside when she got back and warned her that “the kid” was part of the team now and she should settle her beef with him fast. Well, this team is her family, she isn’t going to allow some weird stranger to tear it apart.

“Aww, look how adorable boss-man is with boy-genius,” Garcia coos; she’s hanging out with Morgan on her break and can’t take her eyes off them.

“I’ve never seen him like that with anyone except Jack,” Rossi chimes in.

“You don’t think Reid is driving Hotch up the wall?” Prentiss asks him.

“I think Aaron is an adult, and he can set his own boundaries. I’m sure if Dr. Reid was frustrating him, he would say something. Besides, haven't you noticed that Aaron is just as dependent on the kid?”

Morgan sits up straighter. It’s true, he realizes. Every time Reid is out of his sight for longer than twenty minutes Hotch comes out of his office looking for him. Hotch must be feeling protective of the young genius, the same as him. After seeing that horrible video Morgan knows he will do everything in his power to make sure Reid never suffers again.

As if sensing the team talking about them, Hotch strides forward, Reid still at his heel.

“I know this has been a slow couple of days but there’s still work to be done.” Somehow his boss voice is still intimidating even with puppy eyed Reid clinging to him.

Spencer clings even tighter when he hears the commanding tone. He wants Daddy to speak to him like that! Give him some orders and tell him what to do! Show him his place, and let him worship him. Spencer knows he’s going to need to bring that up with Daddy real soon.

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Hotch looks up from his paperwork when he realizes it’s been almost thirty minutes and Spencer still hasn’t come back from the restroom. Usually this means someone from the team has cornered him and is trying to get him to do their paperwork or convince him to stay in the bullpen.

He’s glad his team likes and accepts Spencer, well almost the whole team, but he’s frustrated that he needs to keep rescuing his boyfriend from their clutches. Not that they know about their relationship, but still. Of course Spencer can handle himself but he still feels obligated to go find him and maybe sneak in another make out session. Yes, he definitely enjoys having Spencer in his workspace.

Hotch walks out of his office and stands next to the railing looking over the bullpen. He doesn’t see Spencer but that doesn’t mean anything. Maybe he’s in the break room getting his sixth cup of coffee.

“Morgan, have you seen Reid?” he calls down.

Looking around, Morgan shakes his head. “Last I saw he was heading towards the bathroom,” he shrugs.

Hotch heads downstairs to see if he can find his wayward lover. He’s heading down the hallway towards the bathroom when he hears it.

“I know you’re new, so if you wanted someone to show you around I’d be happy to give you a tour.”

Agent Kearney. The notorious Agent Kearney. Agent Kearney, who will sleep with anything that breathes. Hotch hurries forward and sees Spencer leaning against the wall with Agent Kearney standing over him, crowding his space, leering at him. Spencer spots him and smiles. Truth be told, he doesn’t appear too bothered about his current predicament.

“C’mon sweetheart, don’t be shy, what do you say?” Kearney purrs.

Spencer looks right at Hotch and nods his head yes.

Hotch sees red, he doesn’t even think, just strides forward and grabs Spencer’s arm roughly, gripping him so tightly his fingers are white.

“He said no,” he tells Agent Kearney.

“Wha- who’re you?” the agent gasps.

“I’m his interpreter,” Hotch barks. “And that was him saying no. If you don’t leave him alone I will report you for sexual harassment.”

Spencer wants to be sexually harassed right now. Not by that random agent who’s name he doesn’t even know. No, he wants Daddy to claim him right here and right now in front of everyone. He’s having a hard time not laughing. The grip on his arm prevents him from smiling though.

Hotch glares at him and gives his arm a little shake.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hisses angrily.

Agent Kearney who is thoroughly spooked at the mention of HR slinks away while Spencer is left to Hotch's wrath all by himself.

I’m not doing anything is what he tries to say, but Hotch doesn’t buy it, not for a second. He knows he’s up to something.

Hotch glares at the genius and drags him down the hall to an empty conference room, barely refraining from slamming the door shut. He doesn’t want the team to see him so riled up.

“I told you I was the commitment type, Spencer. That means exclusive.” Hotch is shaking, he’s so angry. He’s angry they haven’t talked about this before, and he’s angry that Spencer said yes. He’s angry that Spencer made sure he saw him say yes.

They’re living together for goodness sake, he didn’t think they needed to have this discussion. He growls when he sees Spencer still grinning. He’s not taking this seriously at all.

“Tell me what’s so funny,” Hotch demands with ferocity behind his words.

Spencer gives him a salacious look and trails his eyes down the hall where Agent Kearney left only to see fire burn behind Hotch’s eyes. Hotch does not like his partner openly lusting over another man. Spencer is his boyfriend, his lover, his baby. And he will act like it.

Except the way that Spencer is currently acting tells him that he’s not exactly interested in agent Kearney, but perhaps something different… First and foremost Hotch is a profiler and he can tell that Spencer is pushing his buttons on purpose. He just needs to figure out why.

“What, you wanted to see what would happen?” he barks. “Don’t be a brat.”

Spencer bites his lip and looks down at the floor, grin wiped from his face. He’s feeling that sweet burn of submission deep in his chest and he wants to be good for Daddy, especially when Daddy is so mad he’s yelling.

Hotch leans in and lowers his voice when he sees the behavior change, trailing his hand down Spencer’s neck. “Go ahead and push my buttons, Baby. Daddy will make you sorry.”

Spencer tangles his hands in the lapels of Hotch’s suit and feels his knees go weak. He wants Daddy to make him sorry. Daddy is going to make him be a good boy. Perfect for daddy and no one else. Daddy doesn’t want him to talk to other men, and he can listen, right? He certainly can with Daddy’s body pinning him to the wall, making sure he doesn’t go anywhere.

“You’re Daddy’s boy, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Spencer nods his head just barely. Hotch sees it, but he wants Spencer to show that he means it. “No? You’re not Daddy’s boy? Maybe you don’t want to live with me, hm? You can get a hotel with Agent Kearney, and I’ll find someone else who will be loyal to his Daddy.”

Spencer throws himself forward into Hotch’s arms, visibly shaking, and chokes back a sob. He’s shaking his head no no no against Hotch’s shoulder, because NO Daddy will NOT find anyone else. He’ll be a good boy and listen, and he won’t flirt with anyone else, never ever ever, even if he does like how protective Daddy gets when he does it.

He pulls back and looks up at Hotch with his eyes shining with tears, and a puffy puppy dog lip.

“Oh, Baby. I know,” Hotch whispers. “Shh, come here.” He holds Spencer’s head against his shoulder and smooths his hand over his hair as he settles down. “You know I have to punish you now, Baby. Is that what you wanted? Such a naughty boy, riling me up on purpose. Plus you made me lie to a federal agent, that’s illegal, Spencer.”

Hotch puts two fingers under Spencer’s chin and tilts his head up so he’s looking him in the eye. Spencer’s eyes are still teary but he looks pleased beneath it all.

Spencer leans forward and presses a kiss to Daddy’s suit. This is exactly what he wanted.

Hotch shakes his head in exasperation and drags Reid by the wrist back to their office. No one on the team says a word as he’s dragged past them.

“Sit.”

He points to the chair behind his desk. Puzzled, Spencer sits in Daddy’s chair. He usually sits on the couch while he works, he doesn’t need a desk. Hotch pulls a second chair over and gets behind the desk. He brings up a page that he’d bookmarked on his computer.

“If we are going to do this; we’re doing it right,” Hotch tells him simply.

Spencer peers at the computer screen. In big bold letters on top of the page he sees it.

Spencer looks back at him with stars in his eyes. This is his dream come true, his Nobel prize, his Disneyland. He launches at Hotch and hugs him so tight that he stumbles back and struggles to breathe.

It looks like all his hinting and leaving bdsm books around for Daddy to find finally paid off.

“Shh, stop that.” Hotch chuckles, and places Spencer back in his chair.

“Be good. Read the print out. It’ll take you two minutes.”

Spencer pries himself off and nods vigorously, already making a motion with his hand for Hotch to give him the documents. It takes him less than a minute, actually, and then his head is full of fantasies about submitting fully to his Daddy.

He wants this so badly.

He adores that Hotch would be so anal retentive about this that he would want to conjure up a contract before punishing him for the first time. Once a lawyer, always a lawyer, Spencer giggles to himself, and starts making a mental list of everything he wants to add into it.

Hotch starts to go through the multiple page contract and crosses out multiple lines, and Spencer watches curiously as he makes multiple addendums.

The contract starts off with classic legal language. Spencer is familiar with bdsm contracts, but he’s never signed one this thorough before. Usually for him it’s just a single page of hard limits. This contract includes so much more than that. Hotch clearly has spent a lot of time on it. Spencer pulls the contract towards him and reads it again slowly.

The two parties signing this contract will adopt a 24/7 D/s relationship in the style of Daddy and submissive. This includes following all set rules and boundaries at all times. Serious discussion about the Contract will happen when both parties are of sound, calm mind and planned in advance.

1. The sub agrees that this is a long term monogamous relationship based on love and mutual respect.
2. The sub will always be loved and cherished, even when he is being punished; they are solely for the sub to learn from his mistakes
   a: Daddy will not touch his sub at all if he is angry or in a bad mood
   b: The sub is allowed to help Daddy out of a bad mood but he is not required to do so
3. At no point is the sub required to do anything he is uncomfortable with, see Kinks/Limits section, as well as Safe Words/Signals. The Contract may be terminated at any time by either party.
Spencer hugs Hotch hard. This is Hotch’s first time ever making a BDSM contract- he’s doing it just because he knows Spencer wants it! Spencer is willing to sign basically anything Hotch puts in front of him. Plus he loves how much thought he’s putting into the entire thing. Clearly it’s not just about kink for him, but a relationship filled with trust and care; something that he’s had on his mind and wants to make sure is done responsibly. Spencer can see himself five, ten years down the line still pledging himself to this amazing man. Hotch glances over at him for a nod of approval everytime he adds a section. Hotch has been working on this for days; he’s been able to profile his partner accurately and after the third time he found a bdsm lifestyle book lying around he understood what Spencer wanted from him. He’s been waiting for the right time to bring it up but seeing Spencer with that agent has forced his hand. Spencer acting out in that manner is unacceptable. Before he goes any further with Spencer however he is going to make sure they are on the same page.
4. Safe words/signals - if at any point the sub is uncomfortable with anything Daddy asks of him he can use the prearranged signals to end a scene. See section below for designated safe words/signals that will end any activity either party is uncomfortable with.
Hotch adds a line clearly meant for just the two of them which sparks butterflies in Spencer’s chest, he’s not just copying any contract off the internet, he’s creating something specific for their relationship—
5. Daddy will speak for the submissive. Daddy will act as interpreter however the sub needs, including relaying information that Daddy feels important to share. The sub’s private thoughts and feelings will not be shared without his explicit consent, for which reasonable assumptions can be made.
Spencer sports a small, funny smile at the idea that Hotch is taking his comfort and privacy into account. None of the translators he’s ever had before have ever done this. Everytime they thought they understood, they blurted it out no matter what it was, embarrassing, rude, or otherwise. As a private person it always irked him. And the part about Daddy deciding what’s going to be important enough to share… Well, he’s going to have to put his bag over his lap soon.
6. Daddy will take full responsibility for the sub’s physical and mental well being. Daddy will always make the sub’s health his top priority at all times, barring life or death work situations, and never request the sub participate in any activities involving the Limits listed in sections 2.1. Daddy will never put the sub in any situation that could cause serious bodily injury or risk to the sub’s life.
Spencer tries to protest this! He’s not some little kid- he's an adult consultant to the FBI! If Daddy is risking his life everyday, he should be able to as well, but Daddy won’t remove the line though no matter how much he pouts.
7. The submissive will maintain good health to the best of his ability, including, but not limited to proper sleep, nutrition, and exercise. He will seek medical attention if needed and inform his Daddy of any health issues that may arise, both mental and physical.
8. Daddy accepts the submissive as His to control, dominate, and discipline as he sees fit. He may use the submissive’s body at his discretion without hesitation or rejection by the submissive, whether the submissive is conscious or not, of sound mind or not.
“Spencer, baby, are you sure about that?” Hotch asks after adding the last line exactly how Spencer directed. Spencer nods his head firmly. He belongs to Daddy! He wants Daddy to be able to use him all the time even if he’s asleep or can’t give him immediate consent. This is his way of giving express consent in advance. Hotch smiles at him but still looks a little unsure… He doesn’t plan on exercising that clause until he himself is ready, if ever.
9. Daddy may spank or otherwise discipline the sub as he sees fit, be it for teaching purposes or for his own enjoyment, or for any other reason he deems necessary, of which he is not obliged to share with the submissive.
10. The submissive will serve his Daddy with his entire being; heart, body, mind, and soul. He will listen and obey, and shall aim to please his Daddy at all times.
Spencer stares straight ahead at the desk, after Hotch finishes writing out that line as instructed. He’s almost embarrassed about how much he already feels for Daddy and doesn’t want to see any possible rejection on his face. Hotch is still for a moment before he tugs Spencer’s hair so they are facing each other and crashes their lips together. It’s not a sweet kiss, it’s a possessive claim. Hotch is just as devoted to Spencer and needs him to know it. Spencer can feel the intensity in his movements and melts right into him. If this is any indication of what’s to come… he’s not sure he’ll recover if it ever goes south, if Daddy ever leaves him.
11. Daddy may control, delay, or deny the sub’s orgasms at his own discretion, and may restrict the sub from touching himself sexually without permission from Daddy.
Spencer whines a little, and Hotch is surprised that he’s vocal about it, all their communication thus far has been through Spencer pointing at the website or his books. Spencer looks like he regrets allowing Hotch to browse the punishment section of the website.
12. The submissive will always refer to Daddy as ‘Daddy’ or an otherwise approved title, even if referring to him in his own head. If the sub should choose to speak, he will adhere to “Daddy”. The sub is never under any pressure or expectation to speak at any time during this Contract.
13. The submissive will wear clothes approved by Daddy, and submit to inspection every morning, when feasible.
    a: The submissive will only wear panties under his permitted clothes.
    b: The submissive will go to bed naked or wearing approved lingerie - long t-shirts may be approved with permission
    c: The submissive will not be permitted shirts or pants after 5pm when home alone with Daddy.
    d: The submissive will ask Daddy’s permission to wear more clothing when cold.
    

Hotch feels himself blushing at the images in his head that Spencer is providing and quickly adds one more addendum.


14. Exceptions to the above will be made when having guests, or minors in the house.
15. The submissive will always walk beside or behind his Daddy, and wait for his Daddy to open doors for him, pull out his chairs, and allow Daddy to carry his books for him.
16. The submissive will be responsible for the chores he can reasonably complete without excessive strain and without pain to his hands, including laundry, dusting, and cleaning and putting away all bedroom toys after use. He will ask his Daddy for help when he needs it. Daddy will be responsible for cooking, washing dishes, and vacuuming.
17. Daddy will honor and love his submissive with the same fervor displayed by the submissive. He will make sure the submissive knows he is cherished and loved every single day.

Spencer shoves daddy playfully at that line. But the smile doesn’t leave his face. And there’s tears forming in his eyes… oh god. He’s crying!

Spencer hastily wipes his eyes hoping Hotch didn’t notice. They are up to the fun part of the contract, adding kinks and toys! Spencer can’t wait to get up to the section on vibrating butt plugs. Spencer pulls the list of various kinks Hotch pulled from the internet towards him and starts indicating which ones he’s comfortable with.

Hotch marks each line with a Y, N, or M depending on Spencer’s answers. He notices that almost every kink gets a Y. Only two have received an M and one an N. Spencer doesn’t want to have his hands hit, which Hotch fully understands.

Spencer frowns when he notices that some kinks aren’t even listed on this list. There’s so much he wants to explore with Daddy.

Hotch’s list has a lot more M and Ns listed than Spencer’s. Spencer looks it over with brows furrowed. Daddy doesn’t want to do choking. But it’s so much fun. Spencer isn’t sure if it’s because Daddy has never done it before or if he’s really against it.

He points to some of the others Hotch marked with N.

“I’m not saying no forever, Baby, but until we’ve explored our limits more I’m unwilling to try these.” Hotch explains.

“I need to make sure you’re safe. First and foremost.”

Spencer pouts, he’d rather be having fun then be safe.

“And to be clear, we need to go over the safe words and signals,” Hotch says. “For myself, I’ll use the stoplight system which I think you’re familiar with?” He’s almost certain Spencer could school him on bdsm protocol any day of the week, but Spencer just nods his head eagerly and kisses his cheek. “And for you, do you have a preference? Blinking, tapping, a hand signal?”

Spencer furrows his brow and taps the desk twice. Hotch nods and writes it onto the contract.

“Perfect. You tap twice and I’ll stop what I’m doing no matter what.” Hotch leans in for a kiss and lingers on his lips, then whispers against them. “Daddy is so excited to be with you. I always want you to feel safe with me. I promise I will never do anything to harm you.”

Spencer melts into him, heart beating fast and face flushed and it wasn’t even something dirty. He nods and kisses Daddy, trying to convey that he’s never felt safer in his entire life.

“I think that settles it then. Are you okay with the contract as it stands?” Hotch asks. Spencer nods eagerly watching as Daddy signs his own name. Hotch hovers over the line that Spencer would sign and looks at him in silent question, how does Spencer want to proceed?

Spencer takes the pen in a shaky hand. He holds it loosely in his fist, the pen wobbles as he makes a messy X over his name. Hotch kisses his temple and takes the pen back from him. “I’m so proud of you baby.” Then he lifts Spencer’s hand to his lips and kisses that too.

“Love you,” Spencer replies softly out loud, surprising them both.

Hotch gasps.

He definitely hadn’t thought Spencer would be the first to say it. Especially not out loud.

“I love you too, baby. I love you so much.”

Hotch presses his lips to Spencer’s in an eager kiss. They make out for a bit before Hotch pulls back and gazes into Spencer’s shining adoring eyes.

“But you’re still getting punished.”

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The car ride home is quieter than usual. Hotch usually fills the silence with meaningless chatter while Spencer nods along, but today is a different story. Spencer has been a bad boy and he knows it. Daddy is mad and disappointed and it’s all his fault. He shouldn’t have flirted with that agent right in front of him, and he definitely shouldn’t have accepted his advances either.

Daddy owns him now- every last part of him, body, mind, and soul. When they get home he’s going to teach him a lesson on what it means to be a good boy, his good boy. He’s going to make him feel the consequences of what it means to flirt with another man like that.

Spencer is positively vibrating with nerves and excitement. Part of him wants to curl up and hide his face so Daddy won’t know how utterly ashamed he is, and part of him wants to bend over and pull down his pants, ass up in the air. As much as he wants to feel Daddy’s hands all over him… he kind of wishes that he didn’t make Daddy so upset or make him think that he would be unfaithful because there’s no way in hell he would ever even think about touching another man now that he has him. Hotch is everything he’s ever wanted and more. He’s brains and brawn with an unwavering authority that makes him melt every time. Plus he’s gorgeous; the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome.

“Get inside, Baby,” Hotch says. Right. Spencer is lost in thought. Bad boy.

He’s got his head hanging low as he scurries inside and he waits by the door for Daddy’s instructions.

“Be in the bedroom in thirty minutes. I want you showered and changed.”

Spencer nods and takes off for the bathroom. He cleans up quickly and dries his hair, managing to be in their bedroom ten minutes early. He lets the towel around his waist drop to the floor and opens up his underwear drawer- oh. Right. Daddy took away his boxers. His little cock stirs and he bites his lip as he picks up a pair of delicate lace panties, complete with pretty little floral designs.

As he pulls them on, he blushes and his cock grows harder. He feels cute in his little panties and picks out one of Daddy’s big tee shirts from the closet to pull on over them.

Daddy walks in while he’s standing by the bed waiting for him. “Good boy,” he draws out. “Are you ready to learn your lesson?”

Spencer nods his head and blushes; it’s hardly the worst to come. He’s so toast.

“Come lay over my lap, Baby.”

Spencer goes over to where he’s sitting on the bed and lays over his lap with his ass in the air. Daddy’s oversized shirt has ridden up and his panties are on full display. The see-through lace is making him feel terribly exposed in the best way.

Hotch admires Spencer’s ass as he rubs his hand over Spencer’s panty-clad bottom. He knows Spencer is expecting to be spanked- and he will be, but he’s going to take his time with it. He keeps rubbing Spencer’s ass. Massaging and kneading the soft flesh, he feels the muscles relaxing, and his tiny cock is rock hard against his thigh. He runs his fingers between Spencer’s cheeks and barely brushes Spencer’s hole.

His hole twitches and Hotch knows Spencer is expecting him to stick a finger inside so he changes direction and smacks his baby’s pert ass just once over his panties watching his flesh jiggle. Spencer jerks in his lap at the sudden impact and looks over his shoulder at Daddy trying to guess what he’s going to do next.

“You were very naughty today baby. You made Daddy very angry, and you probably broke that poor agent’s heart toying with his feelings like that.” Never mind that Agent Kearney has no feelings.

“Our relationship is not a game. You belong to me. Only me.”

Spencer winces at the harshness in Daddy’s voice. He had been trying to make Daddy jealous so he would take control but he hadn’t thought about how it would hurt Daddy’s feelings. He really was a bad boy. He wants to climb up in Daddy’s lap for cuddles but first he knows he needs to be punished or this ache in his chest will never go away.

Daddy gestures for Spencer to lie back on the bed and Spencer quickly scrambles up and lays down on his back, his legs parted slightly for Daddy to sit between and his shirt ridden up on his tummy so his pretty panties are exposed to his gaze. Hotch comes forward and puts a knee between Spencer’s spread thighs. He arranges him so he’s sitting up slightly against the headboard and he can see everything Hotch is going to do to him clearly.

He uses both hands to slide Spencer’s panties down to his knees. Spencer wiggles a little while Daddy stares hungrily at his little cock. He still can’t get used to Daddy staring at it, but he knows better than to try and cover up. He shifts his legs a little with the intention of removing his panties completely.

“Leave them on,” Hotch orders without taking his eyes off Spencer’s small hairless cock. He licks his lips predatorily. And Spencer’s cock twitches as it hardens fully under Daddy’s sharp gaze.

Spencer stops wiggling and goes completely still. He’s not embarrassed in the slightest that all it takes is Hotch staring for him to be completely erect.

“You’re very impulsive, and you do things without thinking about the consequences. That’s why this punishment is going to be slow, baby. Give you lots of time to think about what you did and why it was wrong.”

Spencer shakes his head no. He thought Daddy was going to spank him, then fuck him roughly, he didn’t think Daddy would consider edge play.

Hotch holds Spencer’s hard leaking little cock in one hand. His other hand softly strokes Spencer’s smooth balls. Spencer wants to arch up into Hotch’s barely there grip to try and get more friction. Daddy is teasing him by alternating the pressure of his strokes. He runs his fingers over Spencer’s shaft and leans down to kiss the tip.

Spencer bucks his hips hoping Daddy will swallow his cock but Hotch just moves his head back and continues with his teasing.

“Since you moved in we haven’t really explored your toy collection baby, I was thinking we try a few tonight.”

Spencer watches with morbid anticipation as Hotch gets off the bed and goes to the closet. He comes back with one of his many toy chests- Spencer isn’t sure what is in that particular chest since Hotch was the one who packed it back in California.

Hotch opens it but doesn’t let Spencer see inside. He smirks down at his curious lover and pulls out a small powerful bullet vibrator, and a medium pleasure wand. He places both on the bed along with a large bottle of lube, before pulling out a set of fluffy pink handcuffs that Spencer kept mainly as a joke.

“You aren’t doing any touching tonight, baby,” he says. “Show Daddy your wrists.”

Spencer feels Hotch tighten the fluffy cuffs around him and pouts because he’d much rather be touching Daddy’s chest or touching his own little cock. Daddy spreads his legs far apart though and feels around his hole with a warm, wet finger, and presses in. He throws his head back against the headboard and squirms as Daddy scissors him open and then he feels him press the cold plastic of the lubed up vibrator into his ass.

When Daddy turns it on he jerks back and kicks out against the overpowering sensation. He hasn’t played with this vibe in a while and forgot just how powerful it is. He’s already hard enough to be throbbing against his belly and it’s only been seconds.

Bzzzzzzzzz. Then Daddy turns on the wand and he pleads with his eyes, wait! But Daddy doesn’t wait because Daddy doesn’t take orders from him. Hotch presses the wand up against his little cocklet and he gasps as he leaks precum automatically. His entire cock is buzzing and sensitive to the touch, feeling like he could explode any second. The vibe in his ass is hitting every single nerve and tears are leaking from his eyes- he can’t take it.

Daddy puts his hand over his when he starts to shake them in protest; he’s overstimulated and letting out his frustration by squirming around on the bed the best he can, but with Daddy keeping his thighs wide open there’s nowhere to go. Everything feels so good, too much, soooo good. He’s going to cum any second and he’s pleading with his big brown eyes at Daddy, but Daddy keeps saying NO so he holds it in but- but - he can’t anyone- oh- ah! Daddy takes off the wand and clicks off the vibe and his orgasm that was fast approaching, just about to tip over the edge recedes and vanishes.

DADDY! He whines. Daddy, wait, Daddy please!

Hotch laughs at Spencer’s body language. His small cocklet is still flushed red and sticking up towards his belly but the intense need is gone. Hotch gives him a few minutes to catch his breath and then with no warning turns the vibrator that’s still inside him back on.
He fondles Spencer’s swollen little cock for a few seconds before grabbing the wand again.

Spencer tries to back away from the toy. It’s too much, he can’t take it. But his back is to the headboard and Daddy keeps advancing.

He struggles against the fuzzy cuffs which are a lot more secure than he remembers them being— or maybe it’s just Daddy’s eyes pinning him in place. The vibrations are coursing through his body, making his cock pulse and twitch and feel like it’s ready to explode with cum when daddy pulls the bullet vibe halfway out and slides it back in over and over and over again. Oh- oh—

And then it stops. He whimpers. He wants to cry. He wants daddy to hold him to his chest while he slides his dick in and gives him the orgasm he’s aching for.

He settles down in a minute while Daddy strokes his hair and when he’s about to beg for cuddles Daddy punches his nipple and the buzzing starts again. No, he pleads helplessly with his eyes. Daddy, no!

But Daddy says yes. Daddy rubs the wand on his cock and pulls the vibe in and out of his tender, achy ass, making him shiver like it’s the first time he’s ever felt something slide up there. He pushes back on the vibe just to feel it buzzing faster, buzzing harder, to feel the bullet go deeper, to feel daddy’s fingers brush against his skin. He bites his lips and feels tears brimming at his eyelids as the flushed, full feeling builds up inside and he’s ready to spill over the edge. It’s all pleasure and tingling and wonderful, amazing, agonizing, breathtaking, heart-stopping pleasure, and he’s—

It’s gone.

Dadddddddy!? NO! Daddy, no! Daddy, please! Daddy, daddy, daddy!

He’s learned his lesson. He’s going to be good. He needs to cum. Needs a strong, calloused hand working at his little cock, just a few quick strokes, maybe a finger up inside- he doesn’t even need the vibrator, doesn’t need the toys, just a little tiny bit of something. Anything. Just needs Daddy.

PLEASE.

“No, Baby,” Hotch says softly. Soft, but stern. “You have to learn your lesson.”

Spencer thrusts his hips in the air desperately trying to get friction on his aching cock. Hotch watches his attempts impassively and places his hands on Spencer’s small frame.

“Stop that baby.”

Spencer ignores Daddy and thrusts his hips again, earning a smack directly on his cock.

“You’re asking for it baby, you want to be touched so badly? I’ll touch you.”

Hotch smacks Spencer lightly on his balls and shaft but not enough for Spencer to lose his erection, just enough that the sting adds to the torment he’s already feeling.

The vibrator is turned back on and Hotch spends his time working the wand on the head of Spencer’s penis paying special attention to his sensitive slit.

Spencer is straining against the cuffs, his back arching and chest heaving with exertion. He can feel the sweat dripping from his forehead. He spreads his legs wider and hears the rip of the panties as they are torn in two. Hotch’s shirt is bunched all the way up under his chin, he can’t continue. He can’t. He needs to cum.

Daddy moves away from his cocklet but instead of a respite, he starts attacking Spencer’s nipples with the wand. His poor little buds are soon flushed and raised up on his chest making them easier targets for Daddy to play with.

His arms shake as he continues to strain against the cuffs. With a loud SNAP, the cuffs are broken and his hands are free. Immediately, his hands are on his cock stroking. Oh, he needs it so badly, only one second and-

-And Daddy pries his hands off. “I said no, Baby.”

Spencer kicks his legs in frustration and Daddy laughs softly. “I guess we need a stronger pair next time.” He leans down and kisses Spencer’s sweaty forehead and whispers against his skin, “You know what, princess? If you can cum right now, you can. Go ahead.”

Spencer looks at him bewildered; there’s no way he can cum on command when nothing is being touched and Daddy knows that. He needs something. But Daddy is watching him intently with a hint of a smirk and he tries desperately to hump the empty air and feel something, but he can’t there’s nothing, he needs something, he wants to cum and he wants it so bad. Daddy said he can cum and he’s wanted to cum so bad, so so so bad for the last hour, and please, god, he needs it-

“I guess you don’t want it that bad, do you?” Hotch smirks but he kisses him again and Spencer squirms desperately. “That’s enough, sweetheart.” He puts his hands on his stomach and stills him.

Tears are streaming down his face from the sheer need, and he whispers, “please?” in the tiniest hint of a voice.

Hotch stills. Spencer’s quiet plea is the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He really shouldn’t, but he can’t help but indulge him when he uses his voice.

“Of course baby.”

Hotch strokes Spencer’s cock fast and rough. Once, twice, and Spencer is cumming all over his stomach. Hotch strokes his little dick through the orgasm and doesn’t let go until the last few spurts of cum weakly escape Spencer’s cock.

Hotch scoops the warm cum in his hand and brings it to Spencer’s lips. Spencer dutifully licks his own release from Daddy’s fingers. He’s exhausted but he wants to show Daddy how good he can be. Daddy continues to feed Spencer his cum until there is not a drop left on his belly.

When Daddy’s fingers are also clean Spencer flops down on the bed.

“We aren’t done yet, baby.”

Spencer raises his head and looks at Daddy with a hint of fear, Daddy sounds a little too eager for what comes next.

“Over my lap again, Spence, come here.”

Spencer hesitates but Daddy gives him a harsh glance and he is on all fours immediately crawling over to Hotch’s lap. He positions himself so his bare ass is up in the air completely exposed and vulnerable. His flaccid little cock hangs down between Daddy's open legs.

“You will be getting spanked twenty times now, I will count them for you. The first ten are for earlier today when you flirted with the agent in front of me, you get five for breaking out of the cuffs and touching yourself when I said no, and five for tearing the panties I told you to leave on.”

Spencer waits in Daddy’s lap for the first strike. He keeps his eyes down on the floor but he can picture Daddy’s big strong hands perfectly in his mind's eye. He knows Daddy is capable of hurting him very badly but he trusts him completely not to abuse his power.

SMACK! Spencer jolts at the force and lets out a little whimper. How is he going to get through twenty of these?

“One,” Hotch says calmly before bringing his hand back down.

“Two.”

On and on it goes. Hotch smacks each cheek, leaving no part of his upper thighs and buttocks untouched. Spencer tries desperately to stay in place and be good. He knows he’s earned this but the stinging on his bottom is getting to be too much to bear. He wiggles a little in Daddy’s lap till he gets a warning smack that Daddy doesn’t count telling him he needs to stop moving. He grits his teeth and holds himself still.

“Eight. It’s okay to cry Spencer, let it out.”

Tears flow freely from Spencer’s eyes, the pain of each slap helps center him, with each smack he’s closer and closer to Daddy’s forgiveness.

“Fifteen. You’re doing so good baby, only five left.”

Hotch pats Spencer’s red cheeks a little before he finishes up the last five.

“Twenty. Such a good boy for Daddy. I’m so proud of you. You took your punishment so well, I’m going to fuck you now as a reward.”

Spencer is hard again, little cock dripping precum all over daddy’s lap. He’s exhausted but he wants Daddy to fuck him, wants to feel Daddy inside him. He needs it.

Hotch flips Spencer over onto his side and slides his cock into him in one swift motion, filling him up full. Stretching him. Spencer’s mouth is gaping from the shock and his eyes have rolled back in his head, he’s nearly drooling from the rocking motion of Hotch’s cock sliding in and out of him. “Good boys get to suck Daddy's cock but you didn’t earn that today, right now this is about my release” he whispers in his ear.

“How about we use the vibe again?”

Spencer shakes his head no and Hotch says, “Yes, I think it’s a good idea.” He’s not entirely sure it is a good idea, but Spencer hasn’t safe-worded or safe-motioned out yet, so he keeps going with the play.

He switches on the vibe, presses it against Spencer’s little cock, and feels the squeezing of his muscles in the way that Spencer clenches on his cock, and jesus, it’s good. He fucks in steady and deep, trying to hit Spencer’s prostate and when he finds it he doesn’t relent. Spencer is quivering, shaking, crying, and Hotch has never, never had a lover this responsive to him before. Never. He can hardly believe it took him 38 years to find this beautiful man in his arms, but now that he has him, he’s never letting him go.

“Let’s cum together baby.” He hugs him tighter against his chest, fucks in deeper, and presses the vibe harder, and Spencer lets his head fall back on his shoulder as he gives into him and cums over his own belly untouched, with Hotch filling him up seconds later. “Oh, good boy,” Hotch praises. He means it. What a good boy he has. “So good for Daddy.”

Spencer lies on the bed shivering, all the different sensations from tonight completely overwhelming him. He’s floating, letting Daddy take the reins. He hears Daddy go to the bathroom but doesn’t lift his head to see what he’s doing. His mind is too foggy for that.

Hotch comes back with a wet towel and softly cleans Spencer up while murmuring praises to his precious good boy.

He tells him how beautiful he looked, how sweet he is. He traces his fingers over every inch of skin and whispers how soft and smooth he feels, and how he wants to run his hands over his body every single day.

Spencer nuzzles his head into the pillow and Hotch softly pulls him forward to cradle his head against his chest, and Spencer melts into him; he’s so warm and soft and Daddy.

Hotch's arms wrap around him and rubs his neck and lower back. His eyelids flutter closed and he rests on Daddy and focuses on his massage.

“Good boy, Spencer. Daddy’s good boy,” he whispers. “My princess.”

Spencer whimpers into his chest and squirms happily with a hot blush on his cheeks. It’s rare that anyone can fluster him with everything that’s he’s seen and done, but Daddy calling him princess sets him off every time.

As for Hotch… well, he’s nearly out of breath from how complete he feels. It’s like he’s finally come home. Spencer has quickly become his everything, his entire world, and turning him into a happy, subby, mush on his chest makes him want to shed tears he’s so happy.

He’s ready to get down on one knee right now if it means he can give Spencer that cute little smile for the rest of his life.

The next day at the station, Spencer disappears for an hour. After checking the conference room twice in one half hour, Hotch is teeming with anger. Where is Spencer? After yesterday Hotch thought Spencer knew better than to just leave without letting him know where he was going. If he is with Agent Kearney again so help him, Hotch will spank him till he can’t walk.

As his fist starts to clench, Hotch sees his boyfriend walk into the bullpen holding a small shopping bag. Spencer catches sight of him and beams brightly. All of Hotch’s anger is gone in an instant. Spencer’s happy expression makes Hotch’s stomach flutter, he wants his boy to smile like that all the time.

Hotch waits for Spencer to come over to him greeting every team member he passes with a bright smile, even JJ. When Spencer gets to the staircase he can’t contain the bounce in his step and he practically skips to Hotch. The two of them head into the office, and Hotch shuts the door, giving them some privacy.

“You’re in a good mood, where’d you go?”

Spencer holds up his shopping bag in answer. It hadn’t been easy for him to obtain on his own but he’d wanted to surprise Daddy with it. The effort of doing it on his own was worth it to see the look on Daddy’s face when he opens the bag.

Hotch takes the bag and opens it curiously. He doesn't know what he was expecting but a small black leather collar certainly wasn’t it. He pulls it out and inspects it. It doesn’t look like a pet collar, but he remembers the websites he’s been browsing lately.

“Is this for me?”

Spencer nearly gasps at the ridiculous notion- of course it’s not for Daddy.

He points to himself as best as his hand will allow and frowns. HE is the good boy. NOT Daddy. He wears the collar because he is the one that’s owned. Daddy can be so stupid.

“Sorry, Sweetheart,” Hotch says once it clicks. He leans down and kisses Spencer’s pouty lips. “Of course this is for you. You’re going to look so beautiful in it.”

Spencer blushes and pushes it at him again. He wants to feel it around his neck now. He wants to sit naked in Daddy’s lap with only his collar on and feel his cock filling him up feel like he completely belongs to him.

“Baby, we’re at the office,” he says. “I’ll put it on you when we go home.”

Spencer stomps his foot on the ground and pouts. He wants it now!

“Behave, Spencer,” Hotch warns.

Spencer shakes his head no and swats at his chest. Why won’t Daddy let him wear his pretty collar?! Daddy obviously doesn’t want to see him in it as much as he thought- maybe he doesn’t really want to own him at all! He’s not even Daddy’s boy at all, he’s-

“Baby, Calm down.” Hotch’s hands are on his shoulders. “Take a deep breath, that’s it. Good boy. Kneel on the carpet for me, love.”

Spencer takes a deep breath and does as he’s told when he feels Hotch step behind him and then the leather of his collar side around his neck. It clicks as Daddy locks it in place. He feels a weight lifted from his shoulders and wants to cry tears of joy his hands are shaking and butterflies and going crazy in his stomach.

“Look at me, Baby,” Hotch instructs.

Spencer looks up. Daddy’s eyes are so warm and strong.

“I love you. You wear this as a symbol of that, understood?”

Spencer nods his head with tears on his cheeks. “Love you,” he whispers, into Hotch’s lap. Hotch strokes Spencer’s hair and feels a tightness in his chest begin to unfurl.

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Hotch spends the rest of the afternoon replaying the collar incident in his mind. He feels like he failed some sort of test with Spencer and the collar. As the Dom, shouldn't he have provided it, or thought about it first? He also wants to make the collar more personal to their relationship. He spends a little bit of time online before he comes up with the perfect solution.

On their drive home from work, Hotch pulls up to Petco and stops the car and Spencer looks at him in confusion. Hotch doesn’t have a pet. What are they doing here? Hotch tells him to wait in the car and that he will only be a few minutes, finds a sales clerk, and describes what he’s looking for. The perky young girl is happy to help him and shows him exactly what he needs.

Hotch returns to the car with a small bag, smaller even than the one Spencer’s collar came in. Spencer eyes him curiously but he just grins and drives them home. When they get home Spencer strips off all his clothes except his panties and his collar and kneels next to the couch.

“We’re going to need to buy some cushions so you don’t hurt your knees, baby,” Hotch says. “Stay there for a minute. Daddy will be right back.”

When Hotch returns he pulls Spencer to sit next to him and the clingy boy immediately settles happily in his lap. “Do you want your present?” he whispers.

Spencer is taken aback; he didn't know that Daddy got him a present!

“Because you deserve it,” Hotch answers the question on his face. “And I want to spoil you.” He pulls out a little pink box wrapped in a bow that he spent the last five minutes perfecting. “And because I want to show you how much you mean to me with a little gesture. Open it.”

Grabbing the box from his hand before he’s even finished talking and clumsily prying off the top of the box, Spencer gasps. Then there’s tears, big fat ones rolling down his cheeks. He brings his gift up to his lips and kisses it while he cries. He loves it so much.

Hotch is watching him softly with affection bursting in his chest and takes it out of Spencer’s hands. “Do you like it, Baby?”

Spencer nods his head as he continues to cry.

“Lift your chin, Daddy is going to put it on.”

Spencer does as he’s told and stays still as Daddy attaches the tag to his collar. It’s pink and shiny and beautiful, with little crystals around the edges, and best of all it lets the world know exactly who he belongs to.

Daddy’s Princess is engraved in delicate letters and Spencer feels honored to have that attached to his collar, given to him by the best Daddy in the entire world. He’s so overwhelmed by emotion that he can’t stop crying, even when Hotch cradles him against his chest and rubs his back, whispering soothing things in his ear.

For once, he’s not even horny. His heart is too full and he wants to burst. Hotch lifts him up and brings him to their bedroom where he snuggles him under the covers and plays with his hair. He sings his praises and tells him over and over again that he’s Daddy’s princess and he’s loved more than anyone has ever loved anyone before.

They fall into routine pretty quickly. At home Spencer is Hotch’s sweet sub, naked except for his collar and panties. At work Hotch makes him hide his collar under scarves or shirts that button all the way up, making him look even more like a dorky college kid than he already does.

Hotch loves that he’s the only one who knows what’s hidden below Spencer’s sweater vests. Sometimes he has Spencer bend over in his office just to catch a glimpse of the outline of the panties he’s wearing that day. On cases Spencer doesn’t have time to get approval for his clothing choices so it’s a fun game for Hotch on breaks to try and guess which pair Spencer is wearing that day.

No one on the team blinks an eye anymore that Hotch and Spencer share a hotel room on cases. Prentiss thought Hotch might want a break from Spencer but it was Hotch who insisted they stay together. Morgan laughs that he finally gets a break from Hotch’s snoring and Spencer glares at him. Daddy doesn’t snore. Daddy is perfect.

The team also gets used to another new development, it’s not often but it happens frequently enough that they don’t question it, on cases when even Hotch can’t figure out what Spencer means, Spencer will whisper a single word to Hotch that ends up with them solving the case. They are so used to it that they don’t even notice Spencer crawling into Hotch’s lap to get to his ear. More often than not Spencer is clinging to Hotch and hanging off him.

It’s endearing, really, the team thinks. Having this sweet younger academic type kid come in and make their boss uncomfortable and flustered. He’s smart as a whip and wouldn’t hurt a fly; they all adore him.

Spencer loves them all right back, and he’s started to spend more time with each of them. Though ‘he’ is really him and Hotch, because he drags him along by the tie wherever he wants to go. But, it’s progress from hiding in his office and ignoring everyone else.

Garcia pulls Daddy into her office one morning and leaves him all alone in the hallway, and if he’s honest, he’s very close to tears.

Morgan happens by and wrangles him into a game of How Long Can They Annoy Prentiss Without Her Noticing, which he only complies with because it’s close enough to keep watch on Garcia’s door for when Daddy returns to him.

Tossing a paper ball at the back of her head and making her twitch, Morgan whispers, “Duck!” and they both look down, pretending to be working.

Spencer is begrudgingly having fun with Morgan; he’s actually really nice and not at all the type of guy he would have thought with all his muscles and extroversion. Spencer thinks he may have been a little judgey.

Still, he’s looked at Garcia’s door over 50 times in the past five minutes and he’s starting to shake with separation anxiety. He needs his Daddy.

Daddy is very distracted, though. The minute Garcia pulled him in, he could feel an eerie mood in the room. No rainbows, no pop music, just silence and humming monitors.

Spencer would be tapping his fingers against Morgan’s desk if he was capable. A sharp laugh from the breakroom distracts him from his musings. He tunes it out in favor of glancing at Garcia’s door again, when he hears more laughter. Curiosity gets the better of him and he makes his way towards the noise ignoring Morgan’s call of Pretty Boy where are you going?

Spencer makes his way to the breakroom where the local news is playing. He doesn’t see what’s so funny about that. He notices a bunch of unfamiliar agents and that one Agent Kearny they are all clutching their sides laughing. Kearny notices him first.

“Hey, it’s dancer boy. Why don’t you do a nice dance for us? Get up on the table here, put on a show.”

What? Spencer hopes he’s wrong. He looks at the television where it’s repeating the story. There he is. Red dress and all.

Morgan, chasing him, slams into his back from his sudden stop, he doesn’t even feel it. Ice fills Spencer’s veins. This can’t be happening. Not again. Not here. Suddenly Garcia’s earlier call makes so much more sense. Spencer needs Daddy, he needs him now!

Hotch is with Spencer in the bullpen planning what they're going to do for lunch. He knows when he sees Garcia that his lunch plans will have to wait. He hasn’t seen her so flustered and nervous in a while. Whatever this is, it's serious.

At first he assumes it's about a case until he notices how she keeps glancing at Spencer. As soon as he notices her eyes darting to Spencer he runs into her office leaving his baby behind. He needs to protect Spencer from whatever it is that made the tech analyst look that unhappy.

“Boassman, uh, Hotch, uh. There’s something you need to see…”

“What is it, Garcia?”

“I told you I put out an alert if that creep tried to upload the video to the internet right? Well I never thought he’d go this far to get it out there. I mean it’s the 21st century. Who even watches local news anymore?”

Garcia is rambling as she tends to do when she gets nervous.

“Garcia. Slow down. Explain.” Hotch doesn’t mean to be stern but it does the trick and the rambly tech analyst starts at the beginning.

“Kyle leaked that nasty edited video of Baby Geniuses’s torture and.. and..” she breaks into a sob, shaking hands covering her mouth. “It’s on the news, Hotch.”

Hotch turns his attention to the screen playing behind him and gasps in horror as the beautiful, wrecked face of his lover screams in pain, the choppy edit switching from him dancing tabletop in a red dress to him sprawled out on a barn floor, clothes torn and fingers twisted. He stands in horror watching the entire video, when it starts to loop to the beginning he turns away.

His heart rate spikes as the realization sets in that Spencer is down in the bullpen surrounded by televisions and he sprints from the room. He needs to be by his side now. He needs to hold him close and tell him everything will be okay, shield his eyes and drown out the sound.

“Spencer!” he shouts above the commotion. “Spencer!”

He moves fast with determined steps through the bullpen, weaving in between a swarm of gathered people, hopefully not because of the tape, but Hotch suspects that’s exactly the case. “Spencer!”

He hears Morgan shouting in the break room and pushes several people out his way. Spencer is curled up in a ball on the floor with his hands over his ears, tears running down his face, and that ass Kearney is laughing, pointing at a screen.

“Damn, looks like you had fun, you little slut!”

Spencer can’t breathe. He’s back in the barn. The laughter has morphed to Charles’s cruel cackle. He is a little slut, a sinner. He deserves to be punished and he deserves all the torment. Talking is for regular people, not freaks like Spencer. His tongue burns inside his mouth and he wants to cut it out. His fingers ache and throb. His heart is pounding fast, he’s in pain and it won’t stop.

“Spencer.” He knows that voice. That voice means something to him. He tries to clear the fog in his brain.

“Spencer!” That’s Daddy! Why does he sound so worried? Spencer wants to go to him but he can’t move.

He’s on the floor but he can’t remember how he got there. It doesn’t make sense, Spencer never forgets, but his thoughts are tangled and messy. Random flashes from the barn, from his high school bullies, from the mean frat boys, and the laughing agents all jumbled together making it hard for him to focus.

Morgan finally gets them to turn off the TV and yells at all the agents laughing. He has them all leave and go back to work. Hotch is cradling Spencer and whispering reassurances to him. Morgan hesitates before he leaves the break room too, Hotch has this handled, Spencer wouldn’t want more witnesses right now. Morgan goes to find Garcia to see if he can help her.

The quiet room makes Hotch look up, he and Spencer are alone. Spencer is still shaking in his lap, crying silently. He soothes a hand over his hair and presses his head into his chest, letting him let go of everything. Spencer fists the lapels of his suit while he sobs, silent but heartbreaking. Minutes tick by where his tears slowly start to dry and his breathing becomes easier, and soon he’s motionless. Hotch tips up his chin and kisses his forehead, then each cheek, his nose, and finally his lips until there’s a tiny little smile tugging at them.

“Daddy’s here for you. Daddy’s got you,” he whispers. “Whatever happens, just know I’m right here.”

Spencer nods and melts against him, totally spent. Daddy picks him up like a princess, and he’s too upset to even appreciate it which makes him even more upset, and he’s carried off to their office.

Daddy starts packing up his satchel, putting in his papers and books and all his scattered work. Spencer stops him with a hand on his chest. He removes his satchel from Daddy’s hands and places it on the floor. Hotch watches him with a curious expression as Spencer goes to the bottom drawer at the desk and pulls out various toys.

“When did you even have time to bring these to the office?!” Hotch asks bewildered at the assortment of sex objects in front of him. It’s extremely unprofessional but he won’t deny he’s also impressed that Spencer managed to sneak the toys past him and security.

“Baby, we can’t do this now? What if someone hears?”

Spencer pouts at Hotch and the old tears still on his face increase his vulnerability. His lower lip trembles and Hotch knows he can’t deny Spencer anything he wants.

“Morgan, have Garcia gather the evidence against Kyle. I’ve started the paperwork against him for a defamation lawsuit.” Morgan nods, Hotch seems even more stressed than usual. His hair is all mussed and he’s removed his tie. Spencer isn’t behind him, and the office door is closed with the blinds down.

“Reid is getting some rest.” Hotch answers the unasked question, noticing where Morgan is staring. “How can we help, sir?” Prentiss says standing from her desk. Hotch appreciates how much his team cares for Reid, they see how special the vulnerable genius is too.

“There’s not much we can do right now but wait on the legal system to make sure Kyle gets everything he deserves.”

“What about Reid? Is there anything we can do?” Hotch sighs, he’s not sure he’s handling Spencer’s trauma correctly and maybe the young doctor needs therapy but without the ability to speak he knows finding a good therapist will be challenging. “I’m taking care of him, he asked to be alone, so let’s focus on making this suit airtight so if he wants to proceed there is a solid case.”

The team rushes off to assist however they can, except JJ who files a report to send to Strauss about the team missing a work day to focus on personal problems of a civilian consultant. She is determined to get the incompetent problem boy off her team. It’s for their own good, they need someone to look after them and save them from their bleeding hearts.

Hotch himself heads back to his office where Spencer has worked himself free of the tie Hotch had left him in. His tie now on the floor instead of around Spencer’s wrists, and Spencer is bent over his desk fingering himself, an assortment of toys splayed around him. He locks the door behind him and takes in the sight, a stark comparison to his usual, boring and monotonous life that he's enjoyed up until now, up until he met Spencer.

“Spencer, I think we should talk,” he says, because as much as he loves it, Spencer was just sobbing on the floor while his worst nightmare played out and countless people watched the broadcast.

He shakes his head, but Hotch doesn’t let up. “Baby, you should rest. Let’s cuddle for a bit.”

Spencer shoves in three fingers and bits his lip, spreads them open and rolls his eyes back. He doesn’t want to talk, or cuddle, or think about it. He wants Daddy to fuck his brains out so he can forget.

Hotch comes up behind him, his work slacks pressing against his bare ass. “How about you show me your favorite toy like I promised?”

Spence grabs for a drawer, but he can’t reach, and Hotch opens it to find another little stash of toys and lubes.

“This one?” He holds up a pink bullet vibe and clicks it on so it buzzes in his fingers, but Spencer shakes his head no. “This?” Hotch takes out a plug made of a sparkly crystal, but that’s not it either. On a hunch, he pulls out the biggest toy, a large ribbed purple dildo with a vibration switch and Spencer nods, looking wrecked just at the thought of it. Hotch laughs because of course Spencer brought his favorite toy to work.

“Let’s play a game, Baby. We’re gonna talk about what happened today and any time you feel overwhelmed we’ll use one of these toys to make you feel better. If it gets to be too much we’ll focus only on making you feel good with your favorite toy. How does that sound?”

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The barn was freezing, Spencer couldn’t stop his teeth chattering. He tried, he knew how much Charles hated when he made noise, even involuntary noises warranted punishment. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since Tobias tricked him and caught him unaware. He couldn’t feel his hands anymore; at least the pain was gone.

“Spencer, it’s okay. You’re doing so good, baby.” Hotch strokes Spencer’s shoulders and Spencer glares at him. “Right, time for your reward.” He eases in the purple ribbed dildo, Spencer’s favorite, inch by inch. “There you go, Baby.”

He watches Spencer's toes curl, his eyes roll back, and his hips rock with the movement, seeking more. “Focus, Spencer. Be a good boy and open your eyes. You want the rest of this, don’t you?” He punctuated his point with a deep pulse of the dildo before pulling it halfway out.

Spencer nods, feeling a moan rumbling in his chest, and he points to a picture in the book open in front of him on the desk he’s bent over. He really wants to share with Daddy, but it’s hard, and even with the dildo it still feels like he loses his breath every time he admits something painful. He points at the blue face that’s cold, then the face with an ‘x’ for a mouth, and Daddy understands.

“Keep going, you can do this. You’re so strong, Spencer. I’m right here if you want to stop,” Daddy coaxes as he strokes a big hand up his inner thigh and squeezes.

Spencer is a good boy, he really is. He points at the picture of a happy couple and bites his lip. Tears fill his eyes and he lets out a small sob.

Ethan came for him. Part of Spencer was relieved, he knew Ethan wouldn’t give up on him no matter what Raphael said about sinners not truly having love for one another. Spencer knew his feelings for Ethan were real, and Ethan clearly returned them. However it would have been better for both of them if Ethan had stayed away. Spencer sobbed but didn’t call out for his boyfriend as Tobias fucked him. Ethan needed medical attention after being slammed in the head during his rescue attempt, and Spencer hoped that if he ignored Ethan, Tobias would too and a rescue team would get to them on time. Each shuddering breath could be Ethan’s last, being raped was nothing if only Ethan would survive.

“Good boy,” Hotch murmurs. He sees the tears falling down Spencer’s face and he’s not sure he should keep going with this. It’s not exactly the healthiest approach. “We can stop anytime, baby.” Spencer shakes his head, now that he’s started to explain he wants to finish. Plus he wants to cum for daddy.

“Whore!” Spencer hadn’t been able to stifle his last scream and Charles emerged while Tobias was still inside him. “You think you can seduce me like you did my faggot son?” Spencer whimpered as Charles pulled him by the hair next to Ethan. “This is what happens to faggot whores.” Spencer screamed in horror as Charles slammed Ethan’s head against the concrete floor. Over and over, the blood poured from Ethan. He didn’t move at all. He wasn’t breathing. Spencer knew Ethan was dead but he couldn’t stop screaming his name. Ethan would never respond again and Spencer would be forever alone.

“Okay, Baby we’re done. No more. Let’s just make you feel good.” Hotch moves Spencer so he’s in his chair behind the desk. “Feet up, you don’t worry about anything. Daddy’s got you.” Hotch lifts Spencer’s bare legs over the arms exposing him completely to his gaze. He smirks at Spencer and picks his tie up from the floor. Spencer expects his wrists to be tied back up and is surprised when Hotch does something different and wraps it tight over his little cock. Daddy’s tie will get dirty!

“Don’t want this to end too quickly, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you forget everything bad. You’ll never be alone again. I promise.” Daddy tugs on his tie to make sure it’s tight, and it is- it’s throbbing- and he lets out a helpless whimper.

Whimpers are the only noises Spencer makes now and even those are punished. “No one wants to hear your disgusting voice.” Charles' face blurred before Spencer’s eyes and suddenly he was looking at Robbie, the teenager who made him feel worthless and weak when he was still just a child in high school. “Freak! No one cares what you have to say! Just shut up!” Spencer can see Robbie, Alexa, and Harper laughing at him. The other children are pointing and whispering, he hears them say freak over and over. “Just be quiet!” He doesn’t know who that is but they’re right, freaks like him shouldn’t speak.

The faces blur together again and he sees Kyle with his friends laughing at him. Kyle doesn’t know Spencer is at the bar listening to him make fun of his ‘retarded boss.’ Spencer can’t believe he’s going to be stuck with this kind of interpreter for the rest of his life- all because he’s so pathetic and a freak. Kyle and his friends are right.

Daddy wipes his tears away. “I’ve got you baby, you’re so perfect.” Spencer shakes his head, he’s not. Daddy is wrong, he’s so far from perfect. He’s damaged and broken.

“Look at me baby. You. Are. Perfect!” Daddy punctuates each word with a kiss. And doesn’t let Spencer turn away until he gets a reluctant nod of acquiescence. Daddy is so smart, even though Spencer is pretty sure he doesn’t know what he’s talking about right now he decides he’ll let Daddy believe he does.

Daddy leans over him and kisses his cheek as his fingers brush over his nipples, the pads of his fingers running over them and making them perk up with pleasure. Spencer throws back his head and Spreads his legs as wide as he can in a needy invitation. The big, purple dildo is still stuffed inside him, but he wants it out now, with Daddy's big cock replacing it. There’s nothing better than the hot, throbbing feel of Daddy inside him. He likes the ribbed dildo, the size of it, the vibrations, but it doesn’t feel real.

Daddy kisses down his jaw, his neck, his chest. His hands are roaming all around, but he can’t cum from Daddy squeezing the insides of his thighs, he just can’t. His arms tremble and he wraps his hands around Daddy’s neck. Hotch gently removes them and picks up his work cuffs. “Trust me?” He asks and his eyes are serious. He won’t proceed if Spencer is uncomfortable.

Spencer nods frantically he trusts Daddy with his life. Hotch cuffs Spencer’s hands behind his back. With his hands cuffed and his legs spread open he feels vulnerable sitting in Daddy’s office where anyone could come in. They won’t, it’s gotten pretty late and Spencer is sure most people have gone home but the possibility is still there. He shivers as he watches Hotch pick another toy up from the desk. It’s one of his bullet vibrators. Daddy smirks at him and picks up the scotch tape on his desk. Spencer’s little cock twitches and precum is drooling from the tip.

Daddy stops what he’s doing as he smirks and wipes his precum onto his thumb and makes him open his mouth for it. Spencer has never found the taste of his own cum so… hot. He feels a part of his control slip away and loves it– It feels like a surrender.

Daddy takes the vibrator out and slips the bullet vibe inside his ass one at a time. He pushes the far inside and tapes the wires to his inner thigh.

“How is my baby feeling?” Daddy whispers against his ear. He shivers.

Spencer presses a kiss against the part of his neck that he can reach, then again and again and again until Daddy grabs softly around his neck and pushes him back, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “You’re so needy, Daddy loves how desperate you are.” His eyes are shining dark and back with passion, so much so that Spencer feels goosebumps run up his arms.

He’s slipping fast into his submissive mindset; he knows Daddy is there to take care of him, and he wants to surrender to him fully. His legs are spread and his heart is open, everything there for Daddy to take as he wants it.

Spencer keeps looking into Daddy’s eyes as they hold him there, breath caught in his throat until there’s a tick in his smile, the smallest little smirk and BZZZZZ!

Spencer gasps, jerks back, heart leaping. He groans, moans, feels his face flush hot. His ass is buzzing so intensely that he can’t think straight. His little cock is throbbing, his prostate is aching with pleasure, it’s almost unbearable.

Daddy’s hand grips tighter around his neck and forces his head up again. It’s so much harder to hold eye contact when all his eyes really want to do is roll back in his head, but he forces himself to look back.

“Good boy, Spencer,” Daddys praises him. Daddy pulls one last vibrator out and instead of inserting it anywhere he runs it softly up and down Spencer’s flushed cock. He pays special attention to the head enjoying how Spencer trembles beneath his hands. Spencer is moaning silently, his mouth moving as the pleasure becomes too much for him. Hotch waits hopeful that he is bringing Spencer to that place where he completely forgets all his pain.

“Daddy,” Spencer cries. He can’t cum yet, though he wants to. The tie is still tight around his little cock and the pressure is almost unbearable. He can’t think about anything other than the want— no need to cum. His moans aren’t silent anymore but he doesn’t feel any embarrassment about the noises he’s making. He just wants Daddy to remove the tie. The vibrators are torturing him, and Spencer knows torture.

Hotch enjoys his victory. Any small noise from Spencer feels special but eliciting moans and full words feels euphoric. He almost doesn’t need to cum at all, he derives so much pleasure watching Spencer feel good. Spencer shudders and Hotch swears he hears a soft plea so he decides to stop torturing his boy and bring on the main course. He tugs on the strings and the small vibrators burst free. Spencer’s empty hole clenches around nothing and Hotch sticks a finger inside enjoying the tight heat. No matter how much they play Spencer is still so tight.

Hotch reaches for the lube he keeps with him at all times now and starts to prep Spencer to take his enormous girth. The satisfaction of Spencer begging to take his cock hits Hotch somewhere primal. It makes no sense but there’s a part of Hotch jealous of Spencer’s past. He can’t help but remember how Spencer teared up when they talked about Ethan. Their talk was mostly Hotch talking and Spencer nodding or shaking his head as Hotch accurately guessed his past with occasional pointing at the books. Hotch knew it was ridiculous but when he said he wanted to erase Spencer’s past he was including past boyfriends. Spencer belongs to him now.

He slicks up his cock and slides inside his boyfriend, the last person that will ever get to touch him, if he has anything to say about it. No one is ever going to lay a finger on him again. Spencer is clenching around him and he groans at the sensation; he loves stretching him open, and from the faces that Spencer is making, he loves it even more. He looks absolutely wrecked.

Hotch wraps an arm behind his waist and holds him steady as he bottoms out and starts thrusting at a brutal pace. Spencer is moaning and digging his fingers into his shoulders as he falls apart on his cock; it’s the most arousing thing Hotch has ever seen.

“Hold on tightly,” Hotch says. “Good boy, Spence. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” Spencer nods frantically, yes Daddy please take care of me, he thinks. Take care of me so good.

Hotch hoists him up as he keeps fucking fucking him, a feat he didn’t know he was capable of at his, uh, age, and lifts him right up off the desk, walks him to the wall, and presses it him against it as he gives it to him good. “My baby,” he coos into his neck. “God, you feel amazing.”

Spencer is trembling; his thighs are about to give out and his cock is pulsing. He wants Daddy to tell him it’s okay to cum, and he looks up into his eyes silently pleading for it. The tie is so tight around his little cock and if it wasn’t for holding him back, he would have cum three times over already. The pressure is nearly to the point past endurable.

But Daddy always seems to know what he wants, and leans in, pulls the knot loose on the tie, and whispers, “Cum for Daddy,” right against his lips, so he explodes right there, spurting cum all over Daddy’s nice suit jacket.

“Atta boy, Spence.”

Spencer watches curiously as Daddy sets him down and pulls out a snug pink silicone cockcage. Daddy closes it around his soft spent little cock and locks it, he leans down and kisses the tip of the cage and then continues kissing all over it. He sits up and grabs Spencer’s head pulling him into a messy wet kiss full of adoration and love.

“I want you to always feel my presence. Know that you are never alone and this cage is here to help you remember how good I make you feel. This isn’t a punishment, it’s an extension of my love. Come to me whenever you want it off and I will help you feel good.”

Spencer looks a little unsure but nods at Hotch’s words.

“Think of it as Daddy constantly touching your cute little cock, baby. I’m alway with you.”

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Spencer wakes up in the morning with an ache deep inside that’s both satisfying and arousing. Daddy laid into him so hard last night that his thighs went numb and he could barely think. He looks down at his cock in his new cage and smiles. It’s like a special secret collar that only the two of them know about and he loves it. He loves being completely under Daddy’s control. He can’t even masturbate now without asking permission.

He moans softly to himself thinking about how nice it might be to have Daddy watching him as he plays with himself. Because he can’t use his hands for long, Spencer’s always had to get creative about how he touches himself and he thinks it might be fun to put on a show for Daddy.

Daddy also left for work early apparently, because when he reaches over to hug him he catches only air, and what the heck. A note on his pillow says that a meeting came up and that he's really sorry. It also says he looked really cute sleeping, but that’s neither here nor there.

He skips breakfast and stops at Starbucks on his way to the metro because like hell he’s going to use Hotch’s car. Speedy metal death machine, no thank you. The lady at Starbucks ends up writing ‘Guy’ on his cup after a ten minute struggle of ordering the right drink. He should really change to a simpler order, one that doesn’t include 5 packs of sugar and half a dozen creamers but just because he doesn’t speak it doesn’t mean he shouldn’t enjoy tasty coffee. Besides 5 is the easiest for him to gesture with his broken fingers.

After that he bumps into a guy on the subway and the guy almost decks him, but he dips and runs fast enough that he loses him, both of which could’ve been avoided with a simple excuse me or sorry, but he’s used to seeming like an ass by now.

The metal detector at Quantico is annoying too, because the guards still don’t remember him after three months, since he always comes in with Daddy, and make him go into the back room for questioning after he ‘ignores’ them, and surprise surprise he doesn’t answer any questions, so someone from HR has to come down to collect him.

It’s infuriating. By the time he gets up to the seventh floor he’s exhausted by the sheer stupidity of people and makes a mad dash for his and Daddy’s office.

Daddy is pouring over paperwork looking so stern and businessy, it absolutely melts his heart and he climbs onto his lap immediately. Covering him with kisses, Spencer wraps his arms around his neck and doesn’t let go, not for anything. He already feels so much lighter being in Daddy's arms.

“I missed you too, baby,” he says. His paperwork is pushed aside and he’s stroking his arm softly. “Did you have a good morning without me?”

Spencer shakes his head no, because he did not have a good morning without him, and how dare he insinuate that’s possible. “Missed you,” he whispers, just barely.

“I missed you too.” Hotch swipes the hair from his eyes and ticks it behind his ear, then leans in and kisses his lips, humming against them. “No more being apart, hm? Daddy wants you by his side all the time.”

And that’s the most sensible thing he thinks Daddy has ever said.

They spend the entire morning cuddled up together, Spencer barely getting anything done, until Hotch hears soft snoring coming from next to him. Spencer’s head is tipped back on his shoulder and he’s sound asleep which means it’s time for his third cup of coffee.

“Sweetheart,” Hotch whispers. He shakes his shoulder gently and kisses his cheek. “Wake up, Spence. We’re at work. You want Daddy to make you some coffee?”

He stretches out like a cat and yawns, then stands up and works out the kinks in his muscles from being all scrunched up in a chair meant for one. He smiles and kisses Hotch’s cheek, gives him a little shake of his head that means no thank you, he wants to stretch his legs and get it himself. Hotch nods and Spencer is about to leave when he shucks off his jacket that was still on and, oh, holy hell, what is his boyfriend wearing?

Spencer’s looking stunning in a black lace corset squeezed over a sheer button down and the tightest leather pants Hotch has ever seen. The coat had hidden Spencer’s outfit and how tight the pants were. Spencer moves towards the door and faster than he thought possible Hotch moves from behind his desk and slams into his boyfriend sending them both tumbling to the floor. Spencer blinks innocently up at Hotch from the office floor, he’d known he was going to get a reaction but being full body tackled hadn’t really crossed his mind.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Daddy growls at him. “You know you can’t wear things like that at the office. I know you remember the rules of the contract, Spencer. ” Hotch gets off of Spencer and grabs his go bag, he pulls out a white button down shirt and throws it towards Spencer. Then he picks the coat up and for good measure throws that at him too. Spencer doesn’t catch the clothes and instead gets smacked in the face by them. “Put those on. I expect you to be in layers at work at all times.”

Spencer blinks again, then grins and licks his lips. Hotch blushes and looks away before stammering, “At all times when you’re in public.” He can’t believe how much he’s willing to let Spencer get away with. Hotch barely held Haley’s hand in public when they were together, maybe a kiss on the cheek now and then, but with Spencer they were practically having sex in public. For goodness sake they were already having actual sex in their office.

“You wore this to get back at me for leaving this morning, didn’t you?”

Spencer feigns outrage, he would never act so childish. He is an adult. He is not petty like that. How dare Daddy accuse him of such a thing.

Hotch snorts at Spencer’s dramatic display. “It was 6 am baby, you would have been grumpy. I thought I was doing you a favor letting you sleep in.”

Spencer shakes his head against the carpet where he’s still lying from when Daddy pushed him down. He can sleep at the office. He would rather be with Daddy always than navigate on his own like this morning.

“Get dressed baby, cover up.”

Spencer sits up and does as he’s told, loving how daddy’s shirt engulfs him. He brings the sleeves to his nose and inhales, he loves being covered in Daddy’s scent like this. Maybe he should come to work in bedroom outfits more often.

Hotch can see Spencer’s train of thoughts immediately. “Don’t you dare. There will be consequences, Spencer I mean it.” Spencer laughs but nods his understanding which appeases Daddy. Spencer scoots closer to Daddy asking for help with the buttons, he can’t close them by himself. Hotch kisses him and helps him get dressed in appropriate work attire so he can get his coffee.

Right before he walks inside the break room, he stops short. Was that Prentiss? Someone said his name and dread immediately overtakes ihm. People talking about him behind his back is the worst.

“What do you mean, ask Spencer? Why would he know anything about that?” Derek scoffs.

Spencer knows lots of things, actually, so he’s not really sure why Morgan would doubt him. He called him a genius just yesterday. He gets closer to the wall and peeks inside to see Prentiss leaning against the counter with a coffee and a huge shit eating grin.

“Oh, come on. Just because he’s a nerd doesn’t mean he’s not getting freaky on the weekends, Derek,” she says. “Not everyone puts their love life on display like you.”

“Yeah, okay, nice try. Don’t you dare go corrupting that kid, he’s as innocent as they come.”

“I’m just saying, he probably knows what a rim job is.”

“Woman, if you ask him that, so help you God.”

A rim job? Spencer has to duck back and stifle his giggles, does Morgan actually consider that risque? That’s only the tip of the iceberg. Vanilla, even.

“I’m serious, woman, that boy has been traumatized enough, he doesn’t need you adding to it.” Morgan’s voice leaves no room for argument. Spencer is surprised Morgan cares so much about a nobody like him. It’s kind of nice, he won’t burst his bubble so soon, he likes having a big strong guy like Morgan looking out for him.

Morgan reminds him of the big frat boys on the college campus who actually looked out for him and helped keep him safe when he first started out. He was small and not a threat to their status and he reminded a few of kid siblings they left at home. Spencer hasn’t thought about those guys in a long time.

“Alright, alright, no dirty talk around him. It’s not me you really need to worry about though, you should have a talk with a certain tech goddess.” Prentiss backs down easily enough, and laughs at the look on Morgan’s face when he realizes he might need to be stern with Garcia.

Spencer decides it’s safe to come out of hiding and saunters into the break room with a grin. Morgan shoots Prentiss a look before smiling at Spencer.

“Hey kid. Aren’t you a little behind? You’re normally on your seventh cup by now,” Morgan teases.

Spencer sticks out his tongue and heads straight for his third cup of coffee, thank you very much. He’s having a very hard time containing his giddy amusement the way Morgan is looking at him like an innocent little faun. If only he knew the things he’s seen, the things he’s done.

Daddy pokes his head in the break room seconds later, and Spencer feels relief flood over him just at the sight of his handsome face.

“Reid,” he says. Spencer hates that Morgan is in the room. “Would you like to get lunch with me?”

Spencer nods with a big grin even if he’s not really that hungry. Morgan grumbles something about not being invited as he follows Daddy out but he doesn’t really care, even if he is starting to become really fond of him.

Hotch and Spencer head down to the parking lot and Hotch sighs when he sees his car isn’t there. “Baby, I left my car at the house so you wouldn’t need to take public transport.”

Spencer vehemently shakes his head no. Public transportation sucks, but driving is worse!

“We’ll have to go somewhere within walking distance then. I can’t believe you took the metro here without me. It’s dangerous, Spencer.” He looks over at Spencer’s pouting face and sighs. “Oh, don’t give me that. I just worry about you.”

Spencer suppresses a happy little grin because Daddy is worried about him and grabs his hand to hold on the way to lunch. The waitress sits them in the back and he hops into the same side of the booth as Daddy so he can press up against him and keep holding his hand. She gives them both a weird look but doesn’t say anything. Daddy is feeding him. His hands hurt after a while, who is she to judge someone helping out their loved one?

“Excuse me, Sir, this is a family establishment. Management is asking that you stop, uhm, that…” She gestures at the two of them. In her defense, Spencer has scooted up so he’s sitting on one of Hotch’s thighs, practically riding it at the table, and Hotch gently pushes him back onto the seat. “And that.” She eyes the fork, and turns around, satisfied, and mutters, “Jesus, so gross” under her breath.

Spencer scoots back into Daddy’s lap. Screw that bitch! Nothing about what the two of them are doing is gross. Hotch kisses his temple and nudges him gently back into his own spot. He doesn’t want to cause a scene and he can admit they were being a little inappropriate for a family establishment.

“Be good, sweetheart, if you can behave I’ll let you get a dessert before we have to go back.”

Spencer pouts but doesn’t try to get back into Hotch’s lap. They finish their meal, Hotch feeding Spencer every bite till the plate is clean. Spencer grabs the dessert menu with excitement. He knows exactly what he wants and points several times to make sure Daddy orders the right thing, he can’t wait to try that molten chocolate lava cake with extra chocolate! He's been a very good boy and it’s time for his reward. Daddy laughs, finding Spencer’s sweet tooth amusing.

The waitress comes back and eyes them with distaste. She offers them the check, but Spencer shakes his head no and gestures wildly at the menu trying to get her attention.

“Sir, please calm down or I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Hotch glares at the waitress. “He isn’t doing anything wrong, he’s trying to show you what he’d like for dessert.”

“He’s causing a scene sir. I have to ask that you pay your bill and leave. We’ve had several complaints. The manager is ready to call the authorities if you don’t leave.”

Hotch pulls a couple twenties from his wallet instead of his credit card and stands up from the booth. If anyone were to hear about the way the new hire consultant and FBI chief are hanging off of eachother like lovesick teens in the middle of a cafe, he thinks he would die of embarrassment. He’s Aaron Hotchner; he doesn’t do things like this. He eats oat bran for breakfast and a ham and cheese at his desk everyday with the door closed. “Spencer, baby, let's go.” He’s also pretty sure he could get put on leave for some sort of sexual harrasment allegation or fired if the cops are called.

Spencer’s pouting, looking at the picture of the lava cake still and he levels his voice so there’s no room for question. “Now, Spencer.” And if that doesn’t send shivers down his spine, nothing will.

Spencer takes his hand and follows him obediently out of the cafe, but once they’re out he’s got another plan in mind. Daddy said he could have a reward if he was a good boy, and he was a very good boy, so he deserves a little something. He stops in his tracks and starts breathing heavily like he’s having a panic attack; he’s had plenty of experience and Daddy gets concerned really fast just like he was hoping.

Hotch reminds himself to stay calm as he watches his boyfriend have a panic attack. He lifts Spencer up and carries him bridal style to an alley off the street. The restaurant dumpsters are back here but it’s quiet and secluded. The perfect place to calm an anxious Spencer.

Only Spencer doesn’t seem so anxious now. He’s wiggling around so Hotch is forced to drop him and the moment he’s free he dives towards Hotch’s crotch.

Hotch stumbles back as Spencer yanks down his zipper in a desperate search for his cock, and he grabs him by the shoulders, holding him back. “What on earth are you doing?”

Spencer is wiggling in his grasp trying to inch closer, but he’s no match for Hotch’s strength and can’t reach a thing.

“Did you fake that, Spencer?” he shouts, because now he’s upset. Having a panic attack is not something to cry wolf about, and it’s rubbing him the wrong way that he would try to trick him into sex. Spencer isn’t the one in control here, afterall, the cage around his cock should be reminder enough. Hotch is angry at whoever taught Spencer that he could only get sex by seeming weak and vulnerable and not by just asking for it.

“Baby, if you don’t stop right now, you’re going to be in huge trouble,” he says. It’s not any use, because Spencer is still making grabby hands at his crotch like an insane, sex crazed horndog.

Hotch squats down so he’s eyelevel with Spencer, and Spencer suddenly starts to realize that Daddy isn’t playing around. Hotch grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks his head back so he’s looking him in the eyes, and he says, “When I tell you to stop, you stop.”

Spencer swallows nervously. Daddy’s aftershave smells so heavenly, it’s making him dizzy, but he feels like a bad boy being reprimanded like this.

“Do you understand me, Spencer?” His voice is dark.

Spencer nods and looks away, suddenly so nervous and embarrassed. He shouldn’t have been such a bad boy, Daddy is so mad.

“Look at me,” he orders.

Spencer peels his eyes away from the ground and he’s met with a soft slap to the face. It’s more humiliating than it is painful, and his cheeks burn red hot.

“Bad boy.”

Spencer cowers in shame. Daddy’s right. He is bad.

“You do not get to play with your mental health like that, Spencer. It is my job to take care of you. How can I do that when I don’t know if you’re really having a panic attack or you’re just horny?”

Spencer feels so small. He could have just asked Daddy if he could blow him but instead he made it into a huge production like he always does with sex. He’s just so used to needing to take the lead to get what he wants.

“Come. We’re going back to the office. I’m going to use the whole walk back to think up a suitable punishment.”

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“Mhh-” 

Hotch aims for the red patch on Spencer’s bare bottom and strikes it. “Sixteen… seventeen… eighteen…” 

Spencer is nearly brought to hysterics- crying and whining and everything in between, but not because it hurts. Exactly the opposite, actually. Daddy isn’t hitting hard enough for what he deserves. He’s been such a bad boy and he should be whimpering in pain. 

He uses what little strength he has in his hands to squeeze Daddy’s thighs and whimper, sending his ass wiggling in the air, and then he peeks up with a pleading look trying to convey what he’s feeling. 

“Honey, I can’t go any harder. We’re at the office,” Hotch says. “We can’t have anyone hearing the slapping.”

Spencer wants everyone to hear it. They should all know what a manipulative little brat he is and how he takes his punishment like a good boy. 

“Spencer, no,” Hotch sighs. How does he manage to brat even during punishment? It’s like breathing to him, being such a high maintenance handful.  

Hotch moves his hand lower down to the soft part of Spencer’s inner thigh and pinches it hard, making him jump unexpectedly. Spencer’s head falls limp, mouth open, eyes rolled back and Hotch goes again. Then again, and again. He doesn’t stop until Spencer is brimming with tears and looking at him with an expression that genuinely says ‘I’m sorry, Daddy’.

Hotch knows Spencer understands what he did was wrong but he isn’t sure he gets it and he isn’t done punishing him yet. Faking a panic attack for attention is not okay. Spencer didn’t realize how much he scared him with that, how can he know when Spencer is being serious? How can he protect his baby when he lies to him about something so important?!

He tells Spencer to get down under the desk on his hands and knees. He takes the coat Spencer is wearing over his corset and leather, and places it under his desk to cushion Spencer’s knees.

“Open your mouth,” Hotch says. Pulling down his zipper, he strokes his cock until it’s half hard and finds Spencer’s wet lips under the desk. He pushes inside and feels Spencer start sucking him down, lips wrapped tightly around him. It feels amazing, but he gives Spencer’s cheek a little warning slap. “No sucking. Relax your mouth and stay still. You’re going to stay down there all day doing nothing, and if you start licking, there will be more punishment when we get home.”

Spencer can’t even nod to show he understands with Daddy’s big thick cock in his mouth. He can totally do this. All he needs to do is stay still and keep Daddy’s cock warm in his mouth so he closes his eyes and just lets himself feel the weight on his tongue. He breathes deeply through his nose and swallows gently, being careful not to move. He shuffles on his knees a little trying to make himself comfortable and lets his head fall to the side so he’s resting against Daddy’s thighs.

His mind starts to empty and his entire focus is just on the cock in his mouth. He feels himself beginning to drift into that wonderful place in his mind where nothing matters at all except being a good boy for Daddy. A comfortable fog dulls his usual racing thoughts. He doesn’t have any purpose except to make Daddy feel good, spit forms at the corner of his mouth and he begins to drool as he forgets to swallow. Daddy taps his head and Spencer swallows reflexively and swirls his tongue a little in apology before relaxing his throat to take Daddy all the way in. Daddy is only half hard making it easy for him. Hotch pushes him back so he’s only halfway down his cock and it’s easier to breathe. He goes still again and lets Daddy work in peace. 

After only an hour Spencer’s jaw is aching. He isn’t even taking Daddy’s entire length in his mouth but being in the same position for so long leaves him with a sharp pain. His front is covered in spit and drool, Daddy is soft in his mouth now and has been for a while. He’s given Spencer no signal to stop though so Spencer continues to stay under the desk with his mouth open. It’s harder and harder to stay in that dream like fog, especially with no praise or acknowledgment from Daddy. 

Other than the first tap to remind Spencer to swallow, Hotch ignores him completely. He fills out case reports and works on the team's budget and starts the employee reviews. He gets so into his work it’s almost easy to forget that Spencer is under his desk with his cock down his throat. An occasional swallow has his cock twitching in the warm wet heat every now and again but nothing to distract him from his work and his own thoughts. 

When he’s finished everything he can, and he goes through the entire backlog of paperwork that he’s been meaning to catch up on, he pulls out his laptop and looks up ways to create trust between you and your partner. It’s rather cheesy, but he’s willing to go the extra mile for his new lover. He wants to build the foundation of their special relationship on a strong basis of trust, and that can only be fostered with constant practice. He knows from experience that love and trust is a conscious decision you make every day, something that’s worth the struggle of it all. 

Another swallow has his cock twitching and growing hard again now that he’s no longer focused on his paperwork, and he has to grip the edge of the seat while taking long, deep breaths so he doesn’t get any harder. Cockwarming is a practice of patience, something Spencer desperately needs to learn. Cumming down his throat now would be counterproductive. 

His lesson for the day is clearly learned when Hotch rolls his chair back and finds Spencer mindlessly inching forward to keep him deep down his throat like a good boy. Running his fingers through his hair, Hotch praises him softly and runs his thumb on his pretty cheekbone. “Such a good boy, baby,” he whispers. “And a good boy tells his Daddy everything, doesn’t he? Even when it’s embarrassing or inconvenient, or when he thinks Daddy won’t like it.” Hotch keeps petting his hair. “Because it’s not his decision to make. Daddy makes all the decisions. A good boy lets Daddy know everything he’s thinking so Daddy can take care of him.” 

Spencer hums softly on his cock, and his eyes finally open, big and brown, staring at him with attention. 

“And Daddy wouldn’t have let you cum outside on the street, but you need to respect that call and obey. Are we clear?” 

Spencer nods his head, full of Daddy’s cock, and conveys yes, Daddy— he’s not going to fake a panic attack ever again or use any tricks for sex. He doesn’t need to anymore. Daddy will fill all his needs.

“Okay, sweetheart, lean back. You’re all done cockwarming for the day.” 

Spencer scoots back and watches in disappointment as Hotch tucks his cock back into his pants. He licks his lips pointedly but Daddy ignores him. He zips his pants and buckles his belt back up, then he holds a hand out to Spencer to help him up. Spencer accepts the helping hand and stands stretching his back to work out the knots he’s gotten over the last few hours of staying in the same position. 

Hotch glances at the clock and seeing how late it’s gotten tells Spencer to get ready to go back home. Spencer picks up his wrinkled coat with a frown. 

“I’ll get another cushion like the one we have at home so you can kneel at the office too. But you are putting on that coat Spencer. You aren’t walking around in public wearing that.” 

Spencer sighs but he’s already been bad enough today, no need to agitate Daddy again when he’s only just gotten back into his good graces. Besides, when they get home he can ask Daddy for something fun and Daddy will probably even say yes. 

Hotch turns out the light in his office and the two make their way downstairs, unsurprisingly everyone else had already gone home so no one comments on Spencer's disheveled state. When they get to the train station they look like any other harried businessmen heading home after a long day. 

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The next few days pass in a blur, and then Morgan is knocking on their office a few minutes before day’s end one Friday asking if they’d like to join the team for a round of drinks. The team has a rare blackout weekend so they can let loose and have fun, he explains. 

He’s smiling at Spencer and even though Spencer doesn’t drink very often, he and Morgan have been becoming close friends lately and it’s giving him warm feelings thinking about the days he used to go out drinking with Ethan and their friends without a care in the world. 

Daddy is harder to convince. Apparently, he’s not usually invited to these things, and Spencer isn’t quite sure he’s invited now either, but he’ll be sad if he’s going there without him, and the puppy dog eyes work like a charm. 

Hours later, Spencer is snuggled up to Daddy’s side with three cocktails inside his belly and the room is pleasantly roaring with sounds and lights and the familiar laughs of his new team. It feels cozy, for once. 

Prentiss, JJ, and Garcia crowd into the booth from the dance floor and call over another round of shots. Daddy slides his shot away but he wants it, so he grabs for it and shoots him a glare; he’s had far more liquor than this before. He wants to have fun! 

Dexterity is hard though with his hands, and he can’t pick up the shot glass— it doesn’t help that he’s tipsy as anything— and he takes the straw out of his last empty glass to sip down this one. No one bats an eye when he gulps the entire shot in one go like a champ. He’s had so much practicing at swallowing, after all. 

Spencer is too drunk to notice the warning glares coming from Daddy. He doesn’t notice the frown or the harsh glances. Morgan grabs Spencer’s hand and drags him to the dance floor laughing about how maybe they will find him a nice guy or girl to spend the night with. Hotch feels his fists clench but he can’t say anything without the team noticing.

Rossi reaches over and puts his hand on top of Hotch’s fist. He orders another scotch and looks at his friend calmly and with too much knowledge in his gaze. 

“You know the team would accept you, Aaron.” 

Hotch doesn’t say anything. The team finding out he’s bi is the tip of the iceberg about his relationship with Spencer. Looking at how Morgan and Prentiss are dancing protectively around his boyfriend cements his decision to keep his private life private.

The three of them come back to the table laughing, well Morgan and Prentiss are laughing, and Spencer is smiling broadly.

“Kyle really set you up with a tinder?! You need to let us see what he wrote about you. Did you ever get any matches?” 

Derek grabs the phone Spencer never uses from his pocket. He asks Spencer to unlock it and quickly searches his apps. He sets the phone back on the table roaring with laughter.

“Aww kid, she’s cute. Give her a chance.” The phone is open to a dating site and the picture Derek is flashing is an older looking librarian. Hotch feels anger churning in his gut. 

“Spencer, come on, we're leaving.” 

Spencer opens his mouth to argue, forgetting where he is and his surroundings but of course no words come out. 

If he were more sober, he wouldn’t have yanked back his arm and ran behind Derek, but he’s plastered now. Peeping from behind his shoulder, Spencer shoots Daddy a pleading look of—please, please, pleaseeee!

With a little bit of— of course I didn’t date the librarian, I don’t even like women!—Thrown in. Why would daddy think anything Kyle did was serious? He didn’t even want tinder on his phone to begin with! It’s just that he didn’t have the skills to delete it from his phone so it sat there collecting matches. From women. Ugh, Kyle. 

“Spencer, you’ve had more than enough to drink,” Hotch says. Looking at Morgan and Prentiss who are trying to get him in on a game of flip cup, he says, “He asked me to cut him off.” It’s not true, but he can’t reasonably set boundaries on someone that’s supposed to be just his coworker turned roommate.

“I think that’s your cue, pretty boy,” Morgan laughs. “Woah, be careful!”

“I’ll take him.” Hotch lifts Spencer’s arm around his shoulders as he tries to stumble over and Spencer clings to him like a baby koala. It’s not enough to make Hotch forget his anger but it does calm the tidal wave of rage. Spencer burrows deeper into Hotch’s neck and to Hotch’s surprise starts muttering softly into his ear. It’s mostly nonsense but Spencer speaking is still so rare. 

“We will be talking about your behavior when we get home, Spencer,” Hotch says when he drags his drunk boyfriend to the car. 

“K, love you, Daddy,” he slurs.

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Hotch is honestly surprised Spencer hadn’t just passed out when they got home. But, instead of falling asleep Spencer just strips off all his clothes and gestures for Hotch to take him. When Hotch doesn’t come over to the bed right away, Spencer rolls over and spreads his cheeks exposing his hole and waving his ass in the air.

Daddy still isn’t paying attention to him. Spencer sits up confused. He’s being very obvious about what he wants. Why isn’t daddy listening? Spencer decides to take matters into his own hand and grabs one of his many dildos from the side of the bed. 

“Fuck me,” he says, and he’s finding it so much easier to speak while drunk off his head. He thrusts the dildo forward while he points and it flops side to side. 

“Baby, you’re in no state to consent,” Hotch addresses him from across the room. “Put on your pajamas, I’m going to get you a glass of water and you’re going to sleep.” 

“No!” 

“Spencer, I’m warning you.”

Spencer pouts and huffs; he’s distracted and horny and daddy’s big cock is right there waiting for him under those pants and why won’t he just give it to him?

He’s such a good boy! He deserves it!

Spencer whines while he watches Daddy come back with a glass in his hand. Daddy stares at him expectantly across the room, arms folded, waiting for him to get up and get dressed for bed, and he can’t take it anymore. He’s kicking his legs out and hitting the dildo on the mattress in a full on tantrum. He wants to be fucked now! Daddy comes over and places the glass of water on the nightstand.

“Behave, Sweetheart,” Hotch says. 

Spencer doesn’t want to behave! He throws the dildo at Daddy’s head and misses, clipping him on the shoulder, and then he grabs another one, rainbow this time, and throws it. Then the purple glitter one, the pink glow in the dark one and—

“Enough!” Daddy barks. He pins his wrists above his head and leans over top of him, breath hot on his face and suddenly Spencer thinks maybe he shouldn’t have hit Daddy in the cheek with his dildo

“I decide when we have sex, Spencer. Not you! I make the rules here,” he shouts. 

Hotch’s eyes are blazing with anger. His grip tightens on Spencer’s wrists and Spencer flinches. Hotch immediately lets go and takes a deep breath. He runs a hand through his hair and stands up. 

“Drink your water,” he orders, before leaving the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. Spencer sits on the bed stunned, the door slam ringing in his ears and sobering him up pretty quickly. 

Daddy- no, Aaron, is really pissed off at him: Spencer tries to replay the night and see what he did that made Aaron lose his temper like that, it’s difficult the alcohol making his memory hazy. He knows throwing the toys was too far, but Aaron was already angry before that. Spencer wishes he was more attentive to his partner's moods, it’s something he’s always had trouble with, Hotch didn’t usually seem to mind though. 

Spencer’s never been on the receiving end of Hotch’s actual anger before, though he’s seen it towards unsubs on cases at this point. It’s scary when it’s aimed at him. He takes a deep breath and reassesses, he still trusts Hotch with his life and body. Hotch wouldn’t ever hurt him outside of what he asked for. 

He gulps down the water and puts on one of Aaron’s long t-shirts. He’s got nothing underneath except the cockcage. He doesn’t think panties are appropriate right now so he just decides to go bare, the shirt covers his thighs anyway. 

Spencer pads out into the living room and hangs back from approaching. Hotch is sitting hunched over on the couch with his head in his hands. He’s breathing heavily and doesn’t move when Spencer enters the living room. Spencer knows he heard him come in, and when he doesn’t say anything takes a tentative step forward. 

“I’m sorry I scared you, Spence. I promised never to punish you when I was angry, I just needed a minute to get control of myself.” 

Spencer comes closer and kneels down putting his hands on Aaron’s knees. He gently tugs his hands away from his face so Hotch can see his expressions.

“Not afraid,” he whispers. 

Hotch stays frozen for a while, just stares into his eyes and sees he’s telling the truth. He finally breathes deeply when he realizes Spencer isn’t going anywhere. He rubs his face and his expression softens. He can’t forget the flash of fear that he put on his lover's face. He swore growing up that he would never hurt someone the way he’d watched his father hurt his mother. He’s not sure he can forgive himself, but Spencer is looking at him with love and adoration and he wants to try for him. Spencer, who’s gone through so much pain at the hands of others, and still trusts him even now. 

“I’m sorry that I almost lost control, baby. Your behavior tonight was unacceptable, but that’s not an excuse for me to take my anger out on you. I understand if you would like me to sleep in the guest room tonight.” 

Spencer keeps looking up at his lover and shakes his head no, he’s not going to sleep if it’s not by his side. He’s still holding Hotch’s hand and cradles it against his cheek, softly nuzzling into it, and kisses it slowly. 

More than anything, he needs Daddy to know that he doesn’t need to feel sorry for disciplining him. He was a bad boy, a bratty, insolent little sub and his Daddy was only doing what needed to be done. Hell, he threw a dildo at him… a guilty weight in the pit of his stomach sits solid as he regrets what he did. 

What he needs to say to Aaron can’t be conveyed through a look, especially when Aaron wouldn’t believe it in the first place, so he goes into the bedroom and grabs his Bdsm Lifestyle book and opens it up to a chapter about discipline. He brings it back to the living room where Aaron still hasn’t moved. 

He points to a section about Dom Drop and the side effects of being emotional in a scene, and more so when the couple is in a 24/7 TPE relationship like they are; the lines between play and reality can blur, and the dom can experience unpleasant self doubt or even self hate because of the way they’ve acted, even when the sub is fully consenting and enthusiastic.

“Spencer, no…” he begins, but is hushed. 

Spencer flips the page and taps on a big, bold line: The submissive will obey the Dominant.  He looks up, trying to convey how sorry he is, that he was the one that was wrong. He broke the rules in the contract and he kept pushing and pushing. Lip out and pouting, he gives Daddy the best sorry puppy dog eyes he can and leans his head against his thigh. 

“I know, Baby, you’re sorry,” Aaron sighs. “Let’s go to bed. We can talk in the morning.” 

Spencer obediently follows Daddy to the bedroom and cuddles up close, giving him warm kisses and running his hand over his chest softly until he falls asleep. He hopes Daddy understands that he did nothing wrong. 

The next morning Hotch wakes with his arms full of Spencer. Spencer is clinging to him tightly and their legs are intertwined. Hotch breathes in Spencer’s distinct scent, his lavender shampoo, mixed with the natural smell of Spencer. He feels better than he did the night before. Logically he knows dom drop is a real thing and he’s grateful Spencer has so much experience in this area. But he still feels a lingering sense of guilt for his own behavior. 

Spencer stirs in his arms and blinks sleepily at him before pressing a good morning kiss to his neck. He tries to get up to start his morning routine but Hotch holds him still. 

“We have Jack today so I want to get your punishment out of the way before he arrives.” 

Spencer is fully awake at the mention of his punishment. He pulls the sleepshirt up and moves to lay across Daddy’s lap when Hotch stops him by grabbing his wrist and letting the shirt fall back down. 

“No spanking, the punishment has to fit the crime, Baby. Last night you didn’t listen to me at the bar, didn’t listen when we got home and threw your toys at me.” 

Spencer nods, ashamed of his behavior. He wishes he could take it back. 

“You’ve lost your toy privileges for a month, sweetheart. If you can’t be responsible with your toys you don’t get to keep them.” 

Spencer looks at Hotch in horror. This is way worse than a spanking! How is he supposed to go an entire month without any toys?! 

“Yes, it’s supposed to be difficult,” Hotch says. “I hope you will learn from this.” 

Spencer casts his eyes down and throws himself across Daddy’s lap, crying. Chest heaving, he lets the tears stream down his face, and he knows he must look like an ugly mess with puffy red eyes, this is the worst thing he can possibly think of. 

He almost regrets showing Daddy those books, but some deep inside-deep, deep, deep, deep down inside-the burn of punishment is making his submissive side keen and show its soft underbelly. Daddy is taking control so naturally, so completely. He feels it in his bones. He belongs to Daddy. 

“One more thing sweetheart, while we aren’t using toys, the cage is staying on. I think you need a reminder about who is in charge of our sex life.” 

This is the worst!! Spencer resumes his tantrum, tucking his head into Hotch for comfort. He may be sad and angry but he still needs Daddy right now. Daddy’s big hands rubbing his arms and his soft cooing to let him know he’s still loved. 

Hotch lets Spencer have his small tantrum for a few minutes, he rubs his back and makes soft shushing noises like he would for Jack. He shakes his head at the mental image of comparing his son and Spencer, but when Spencer acts like a screaming toddler it’s hard not to see the comparison. Hotch knows that Spencer’s trauma probably comes into play for a lot of his behavior, he never felt safe most likely even as a child and now that he does feel comfortable he regresses. Something sparks in Hotch’s chest at the idea that he makes Spencer feel safe and comfortable even after his outburst last night. 

He picks up the still carrying on Spencer and kisses his face, “I love you, baby. But you need to get ready for the day. Jack has been asking to see your magic tricks again.” 

Spencer stops crying but remains pouting for the rest of the morning. When Haley shows up to drop off Jack, he glares at her. He hates the reminder that Hotch ever loved anyone that wasn’t him. 

It’s made even worse when she comes inside and has a private conversation with Daddy, and he can’t even eavesdrop because Jack pulls him away to play together with the new model rocket he got. 

Jack is actually pretty fun, for a kid, and they’re reenacting the moon landing with Spencer helping Jack take those big gravity defying leaps when Daddy comes in to break up their fun with boring lunch. 

Spencer and Jack make silly faces at one another all throughout the meal with Daddy rolling his eyes at their antics. Jack requests Spencer’s magic trick again after lunch but Spencer keeps dropping the quarters much to Jack’s endless delight. With his hands, it’s honestly pure luck that it worked the first time they met. Jack doesn’t mind though and continues to call Spencer the funny magic man. Especially once Spencer starts showing him fun physics tricks that don’t require dexterity.

Jack and Spencer pass the rest of the afternoon off making science rockets and trying to see who can get theirs to go further. Hotch leaves them to it after being hit in the head a few times, and Spencer feels honored that he’s trusted to watch Jack alone. Spencer finds that he really enjoys hanging out with Jack, he’s a great kid and easy to get along with. Spencer’s never been around kids before but Jack is easy. He asks Spencer yes or no questions and will guess anything else Spencer has to say, often with hilarious misinterpretations that make them both giggle. There’s no pressure with Jack, he doesn’t care if Spencer talks or not, he just wants to hang out with his new best friend.

When it’s finally time to put an exhausted Jack to bed, Spencer hopes he can entice Daddy to change his mind about his earlier punishment. He waits for Aaron to finish the bedtime routine and settles onto their bed in nothing but a too small red thong. He remembers what red does for Daddy. 

Daddy stalls when he comes into the room, eyes pouring over his body slowly, fire burning in his eyes, and then something cool falls over his face, and his expression steels, almost as if he’s walking into an interrogation. 

“What are you wearing, sweetheart?”

Spencer pulls a puppy dog pout and crawls toward him on the bed, hips swaying provocatively, hoping Daddy will forget all about being mad at him, but Daddy comes toward him and slides his hand around the back of his neck, leaning down and whispering, “Do you really want Daddy to play with you?”

Shivers running down his spine, Spencer nods yes and leans into Daddy's head feeling his breath hot against him. He wants Daddy to lay him back on the bed, unlock his cage, and touch his little cock.

“Should have thought about that before you misbehaved, Spencer,” Hotch says in a detached voice. It’s taking all of his willpower not to jump Spencer right there, but Spencer needs to learn who’s in control. When he makes a decision, Spencer needs to respect that. 

“That’s not coming off,” Hotch indicates the cage which is visible through the panties, “And no toys for a month. I can still use this though.”

Hotch strips off his pants and strokes his erect cock over Spencer’s prone body. Spencer watches jealously as Hotch ruts into his fist. He licks his lips in anticipation hoping Daddy will still play with him, honestly toys are just a bonus, he would be happy to have nothing but Daddy’s enormous cock for the rest of his life. Hotch’s strokes get faster and rougher and then he is cumming and he lets it drip all over Spencer’s chest. He pants for a moment and then falls face forward on the bed.

“Goodnight, baby.”

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The weekend with Jack passes quickly; soon they will be back in the office working on more cases, so Hotch makes sure to fully enjoy the time he gets with his son without work interrupting. He makes pancakes, and plays games with his son and his boyfriend, and they watch movies together, Spencer letting Jack know random details by pointing to a children's encyclopedia and having Hotch read the entries. Whenever Jack is not around though, Spencer complains about his punishment. He spends so much time whining about his toys that Hotch eventually has to scold him in front of Jack.

Jack takes toy privileges very seriously and informs Spencer if he can’t be responsible with toys and play nicely, daddy won’t let him play, and at that Spencer has to stop himself from falling over laughing at the serious expression on Jack’s face and agrees to be good and follow the rules. Jack looks so much like his father when he’s trying to be stern and Spencer finds it incredibly precious.

All too soon the doorbell is ringing and Spencer answers, the grin falling from his face.

It’s Haley.

Haley seems surprised Spencer answered the door and hangs on the doorstep unsure if she should come in. Spencer doesn’t give any indication she can, but Jack sees her and runs to her loudly exclaiming about his fun weekend.

“All weekend?” She asks him as she pulls him into a big hug.

“Uh huh! We did rockets, and magic tricks, and pancakes! Can I play with physics when we get home?”

“Wow, you guys were busy,” she says, but this time she’s more or less addressing the adults, and Hotch walks into the room.

“Hales, hi. We were. Did you have fun, buddy?”

Jack jumps all around flapping his arms and shouting his approval of the weekend so much so that Spencer has to distract him with magic before he’ll settle down enough to leave.

“Can I have a word with you, Aaron? In private?” She looks to Spencer, who is still amusing Jack with a deck of cards. “We’ll just be a moment.”

She can’t get a certain phone call out of her head. Initially, she didn’t pay it any mind; she never was one to pay attention to office drama – choosing instead to keep out of touch with Aaron’s team entirely, but now… seeing Dr. Reid with her son after a weekend together… it didn’t sit right.

Ever since the divorce JJ has been subtly keeping her up to date with cases in order to give her a heads up when they’ll be out of state, but this call wasn’t business. Apparently JJ also got bad vibes from Dr. Reid and warned her against letting him be around Jack. Having felt something strange the first time she met him, but being unable to place what it was, she’s now convinced that it was her intuition telling her that Dr. Reid is a bad seed.

Hotch steps outside with her and closes the door so Haley can say her piece. He stands with his arms crossed, already frowning. If she’s going to rehash her concerns about Spencer now, he’s not interested. He thought he’d made that perfectly clear when she dropped Jack off, he’d told her Spencer lived with him but not the nature of their relationship. He was about to tell her when she expressed concerns that Spencer wasn’t all there and maybe Aaron shouldn’t leave him alone with Jack. Hotch had closed the door on her and told her he’d never put his son in danger, and after an entire weekend of watching his lover and son interact so well together he has even less patience for this.

And Haley can tell Aaron is already annoyed with her but Jack is her son and she needs to look out for his best interests. She tried all weekend to come to terms that Aaron was letting Spencer live with him, but she didn’t understand why. Surely he could get an apartment by himself, he was an adult! JJ’s voice rang in her head that Aaron was becoming infatuated with this clingy young man who was clearly after him, the Unit Chief for some perverse reason. “Aaron, I told you I’d prefer it if on your weekend with your son he’s actually spending time with you, not some stranger.”

Hotch opens his mouth to reply but Haley steamrolls ahead, “JJ spoke to me about him, and I don’t know what he does for the FBI and I don’t care, but I don’t want Jack around a bad influence. He’s so impressionable at this age.”

“Are you done?”

Haley falls silent at the rage in Aaron’s voice. She never had his anger directed at her like this, even when she left him and took his son. “Please don’t make me take you to court, Aaron.”

“You’d lose,” Hotch says calmly. Haley starts to reply but she’s cut off. “Spencer is a world renowned genius and an autodidact, with degrees in psychology, criminal behavior, and engineering. He consults for the FBI and we have never had such an amazing close rate since he joined the team. He’s been through some horrific trauma but nothing that makes him unsuitable to be around children, and Jack adores him. I don’t care what JJ told you – she’s been biased towards him from the start, and I will be speaking with her again. But I’m not kicking Spencer out of my home, and I’m not giving up time with my son.”

Hotch decides not to tell Haley about Jack finding one of Spencer’s toys this weekend, he’d handled the situation pretty well by distracting Jack and throwing it in the bedroom, and was going to ensure all adult toys were locked away securely before Jack’s next visit. Aside from that incident, the weekend had been amazing and Hotch loved watching his two favorite people getting along.

“We’re not done discussing this, Aaron,” Haley scoffs. The door opens, and Spencer nudges Jack out the door. “Jack, honey? Come on, we’re leaving.”

Sure, Spencer was listening even when he shouldn’t have, because who cares if Haley wanted privacy – he leans forward and gives Daddy a hug.

“Thank you, Baby,” he sighs, just low enough that only Spencer can hear.

Spencer nods his head, happy to comfort Daddy when he needs it, and kisses his cheek, shooting him an entirely different look after.

Hotch runs his hand over his face. “No, Spencer. I said no toys, and I mean it.”

. . .

The month goes by agonizingly slow for Spencer, and even though the team has some interesting cases, he can’t be distracted from his punishment. A month has never been so long before. They still have sex but without any toys and not being able to cum, Spencer decides it doesn’t count.

Finally the day he’s been counting down to arrives, and he’s being so so good so Daddy has no reason not to take the lock off the second bedroom door where he’s hidden all of his things when they get home. He even bought a few new surprises he wants to show Daddy. He timed it so the package should be waiting for them when they get home.

Hotch laughs at Spencer’s eagerness to get home. Spencer nudges him out the door at five o’clock on the dot and bounces in his seat in the car the whole way home. Hotch barely has time to stop the car before Spencer is flinging his door open and shedding clothes. He stops to scoop up a small package and bangs through the door the instant Hotch turns the key.

“Buy something?” Hotch looks at the package that Spencer is grinning at. “Oh, god. Spencer, really?”

Spencer shakes his head yes.

“You’re going to put gray hair on my head,” he laughs, and turns around to see the grin on Spencer’s face. “...You’re insatiable.” But the fluff on his ego is delightful, and he suddenly feels attractive in a way he doesn’t usually get to feel – his chest warms with renewed affection.

Spencer, naked sans for his panties right there in the living room, gestures at Hotch to open the package. He can’t do it himself plus he wants to see Daddy’s reaction to the new toys. Daddy had marked this with an M for Maybe on the contract and is–was–one of Spencer’s favorite activities.

He hasn’t been able to do it since… well, since he had enough dexterity. He hasn’t trusted a partner enough to let them do it for him, but he feels ready now with Daddy.

“Oh, I thought you bought toys,” Hotch says. “Why chopsticks? I thought you couldn’t use chopsticks?”

Spencer stares at him blankly, unwilling to imagine that Hotch hasn’t even the slightest clue what they are. Daddy might be more innocent than most, but surely he’s heard of sounding rods before.

Hotch is holding two of the rods up, pinching them together like he’s trying to eat something. “Is it easier to hold metal chopsticks? Is it because of the weight?”

He pretends to pinch food and brings it up to his mouth. Spencer can’t hold it in anymore; he’s about to explode with laughter and falls to the floor in a fit of violent giggles.

“What? What did I do?”

Spencer wipes at his tearing eyes, unable to stop laughing.

“What do you mean they’re not…? Then what…? Huh? They are toys?”

Hotch stares at him in confusion. They are way too small to be dildos of any kind. He knows that much. Spencer stares pointedly at Hotch’s crotch and it suddenly occurs to him exactly what he’s holding and he almost drops the metal rods completely.

“These are way too big for that.” Hotch feels the urge to cover his crotch. “Won’t they hurt you?”

Spencer takes the sounding rods out of Daddy’s hand with a smile and shakes his head. They won’t hurt. In fact they are gonna feel really really good, as long as Daddy is careful and Spencer knows he will be.

“You really want me to stick these inside your little cock, baby?” Hotch asks incredulously. He’d watched one sounding video at Spencer’s request but he hadn’t seen the appeal. Spencer nods eagerly and Hotch feels his cock twitch at his excitement. Playing with Spencer is always fun. And it’s not like he’s putting anything inside his own cock, maybe fucking Spencer’s small dick with the metal rods will be entertaining. He mentally starts preparing what he needs to make sure the evening is enjoyable for both of them.

Since he’s only in his panties, Spencer slips them down his thighs and they fall to the floor at his ankles. He looks at Daddy, then down at his cage with a pout.

“I know, I promised. You’ve been very patient,” Daddy says. “A very good boy for taking your punishment. I know it was hard for you.”

Spencer nods his head, because yes it was very, very hard. Maybe the most difficult thing he’s ever done. Folding his hands together, he pleads at Daddy and wiggles his hips little so his cage jostles.

“Okay, baby. Be still and Daddy will take off the cage.'' Hotch deftly unlocks it and slides it off, watching as Spencer’s soft little cock immediately starts to fill out. Spencer looks a little light headed so he grabs his waist and hikes his thighs up over his waist, carrying him to the bedroom.

To Spencer’s disappointment, Daddy doesn’t immediately start touching and playing. Instead he drops him on the bed, then grabs the lube and places it next to him. He gets his laptop out and pulls up an instructional video.

“You can’t show me exactly what you like and I’m not doing this until I know for sure I won’t hurt you. There’s too much risk of damage.” Hotch leans down and presses a kiss to the head of Spencer’s hard weeping flushed little cock, “It’s not worth the risk.”

Spencer crosses his arms and pouts. He scoots back and lets Daddy come lay next to him so they can watch the video together. He nods or shakes his head while the Dom on the video is talking and he gets very excited when the Dom pulls out a beaded rod and starts twisting it inside his sub’s long penis.

Spencer only bought two rods to start with. Plain long with different thickness. He didn’t want to scare Daddy away after all. But he’s always wanted to try the ridged or vibrating sounds too.

Daddy swats his hands away several times while they watch the video. Spencer can’t help himself. He hasn’t cum in a month, and now that he’s finally hard it’s achingly painful. Finally, Daddy pushes him back on the bed and makes him spread his legs wide around his waist. He spread lubes over the tip of his cock, leaking already, and circles it with the sounding rod, also coated in a generous amount of lube.

“Are you green?” he asks.

Spencer nods even though he feels like he’s going to cry from frustration and pleasure. He’s not just green, he’s a neon green halogen light burning at 1000 kilowatts.

And then Daddy presses play on the video again to give him instructions. Dear God.

“Here we go, baby. Tap on my thigh if you have any pain. We’ll stop at any time.”

Daddy grips his shaft in one hand and swirls the metal rod around the head of Spencer’s little cock. He takes his time constantly checking in and making sure Spencer is okay before slowly inserting the metal rod down his slit. Spencer uses all his remaining willpower to keep his hips steady as Daddy slowly fucks him with the rod. Back and forth and never as deep as Spencer needs it when he finally plunges deep inside and Spencer feels like he’s about to explode.

He’s panting and sweating and trying not to squirm as Hotch pours even more lube down his cocklet and plays with the rod. Hotch brings his other hand to Spencer’s backside and presses a finger inside searching for the bundle of nerves. When he finds it Spencer sees white. His prostate is being played with on both ends and he feels amazing. He’s floating, he’s high, he needs to cum RIGHT NOW.

“Good boy,” Daddy whispers. “Look how pretty you are spread out for me, squirming in pleasure. You like when Daddy plays with your hole and your little dick at the same time?”

Spencer is near to screaming. If Daddy doesn’t give him permission soon he’s going to explode and cry. He gives Daddy the biggest pouty lip and pleading eyes he can, batting his lashes how he knows Daddy likes.

“Mmh, You want to cum, baby?”

Hotch sinks the rod in deeper while moving around his finger in Spencer’s ass. He works them both in and out slowly until he sees tears forming, then gives him mercy. “Go ahead, Spencer. Be a good boy and cum for Daddy.”

Hotch slowly removes the metal rod as Spencer explodes around him. Tears leaking out of his eyes, he makes grabby hands for Daddy. He needs him close right now. Hotch shuts the laptop and climbs over Spencer, he tugs on his own cock and spills all over Spencer’s stomach, watching his boy get pleasure from his hands will never fail to make him cum. He lays next to Spencer and grimaces at the mess they’ve made. He’ll need to clean it up but for now he’s content to lie there and bask in the warm afterglow.