Suits and silk ties

Hotch clicked the door shut to his hotel room and stared at his room mate for the night. Spencer Reid lay sprawled on the double bed, his shirt gently riding up to reveal a hint of abs and miles of cream coloured skin. Hotch had dreamed of Spencer lay back on the bed, his body naked with flawless creamy skin. His lips gently parted moaning in content as his stroked his dick, chanting Hotch's name as he came. In Hotch's dreams Spencer would crawl over the bed and undo his belt, slide his trousers and boxers down then suck on his cock. The feeling of his subordantes tongue fluttering and swirling around the mushroom like head almost making him come. Yes Aaron Hotchner had dreamt of Spencer Reid but tonight he wanted the reality.

Reid sighed as he stretched his long limbs out. Tonight he would be sharing a bed with his boss, the boss who for the last year had been part of every fantasy and erotic dream he had. "Do you mind if i shower first?" asked Spencer. Hotch looked up from his case and smiled "As long as you dont take as long as Rossi" he joked. Reid gathered his things and left to shower as hotch spoke with jack on the phone. Twenty minutes later a dishevelled looking Reid appeared and Hotch took his place in the bathroom. As he gently towel dried himself spencer let his mind wander to Hotch in the shower, the broad muscular shoulders and chest covered in foamy suds. The foamy suds running down across the flat planes of his stomach down to his cock. Spencer felt himself hardening as he imagined more, he didn't hear the door open or see hotch stood behind him instead it was the scent of burgamot and spices that shook him from his daydream.