Growing Up Again

Nineteen Years Old

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Reid was the first to awake in the morning.  He woke with a smile, feeling warm, strong arms around him.  He opened his eyes and stared at the sleeping face of Aaron Hotchner, then leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to his lips.  Hotch sucked in a breath and cracked his eyes open.

 

“Mmmm…  hey.”  He murmured.

 

“Good morning.”  Reid whispered.  Hotch blinked a couple of times, and then chuckled.  “What?”  Reid asked, smiling.

 

“Your hair is getting so long…”  Hotch said, fingering a long strand that fell halfway down Reid’s back by now.  “You look adorable.”  Reid grinned, leaning in and kissing the man again.  “So…  what do you want to do today?”  Hotch asked, curling an arm around Reid.

 

Reid grinned, slipping out of bed and tugging Hotch with him by the hand.  “I want…  to stay in and be lazy…  I wanna have potato chips for breakfast, and I want you wearing slacks and your necktie, and that’s it.”

 

“Oh really now?”  Hotch chuckled, grinning.

 

“Be glad I’m not asking you to wear a little silky nightie.” 

 

“…  What?!”

 

“Teenage fantasy, what can I say.”  Reid shrugged innocently, giving the man a sultry wink and sashaying away, heading out of the bedroom.  Hotch watched him go, eyes wide, then shook his head and followed.  Reid scampered down the stairs and into the kitchen calling “See what’s on TV!” over his shoulder.  Hotch smiled and shook his head, going to the living room and flipping on the television.  ‘Dirty Dancing’ was playing on the screen.  Hotch flopped down and began channel surfing.  A moment later, Reid plopped down next to him.  Hotch glanced over, and made a double take.

 

“Spencer?!  Are you pregnant?!”  He blurted, eyed wide.  Reid gave him a look.

 

“Um…  okay, first, I only achieved sexual maturity a few days ago, and we haven’t had sex.  And second…  I kind of have the wrong parts for that, Aaron.  Why?”

 

“…  Potato chips, Nutella and popsicles for BREAKFAST?!”

 

“What?!”  Reid whined, licking his popsicle and offering Hotch the potato chips.  The man made a face and shook his head.

 

“Uh…  no thanks.”  He mumbled.  Reid just shrugged and continued enjoying his popsicle.  “But I WILL have some of that.”  Hotch chuckled, seizing Reid’s hand and pulling it over to his face, sucking the popsicle into his mouth.  Reid let out a shriek of anger, jerking his hand back as soon as Hotch let go.

 

“WHAT THE HELL?!?”  Reid howled.  “NO!”

 

“Why not?”  Hotch asked, grinning.

 

“…  You didn’t say ‘Please’!!!”  Reid blurted, making Hotch laugh again.  Reid scuttled to the other side of the sofa, glaring at the man.  Hotch just stood and headed to the kitchen, still chuckling to himself.  He made himself some cereal and ate it quietly on the sofa, listening to Reid munching on his chips and watching television.

 

It was noon and the pair were thinking about lunch when the doorbell rang.  Reid blinked, then stood and headed for the door, Hotch at his heels.  Reid looked through the peep hole.

 

“…  Uh oh.”

 

“Uh oh?”  Hotch asked, and Reid opened the door.  “Oh.”

 

“Hey boys!”  Garcia sang, grinning and waving.  Morgan and Emily were with her, grinning in anticipation.

 

“Hey.”  Reid said.

 

“Nice PJ’s, Pretty Boy.”  Morgan chuckled, eyeing Reid’s Star Wars pajama pants and a black T shirt with the Batman logo.

 

“What do you want?”  Reid asked, giving the man a look.

 

“We’re taking you shopping!”  Garcia announced, and Reid and Hotch both immediately looked like deer in headlights.  “We need to get you a sexy outfit for tonight.”

 

“And get that hair cut.”  Morgan chuckled again.

 

“Screw you.”  Reid snorted, then looked at Garcia.  “I can just wear what I usually wear.  I’m only going to grow another few inches.”

 

“Nuh-uh.”  Garcia grinned, shaking her head.  “You’re gonna be a hot little thing and you will catch the eye of everyone looking for a hookup.”

 

“Uh, no he won’t.”  Hotch immediately said, looking slightly unnerved.

 

“He’s not ACTUALLY going to hook up with anyone!”  Garcia sighed, exasperated.  “Do you really think we’d let anyone other than the team take him home?”

 

“No.  But I don’t want to risk something happening to him.”

 

“Aaron, I’ll be FINE!”  Reid groaned, sounding annoyed.  He whirled and looked up at the man.  “And besides…  I’ve never been clubbing at this age.  I’d kind of…  like to.”  Hotch frowned.  “And…  it would be nice to feel…  attractive…  you know…  for kids my own age to find me…  appealing.”  Hotch’s frown darkened.  “I wanna go!”

 

“I don’t know…”  Hotch grumbled, crossing his arms.  “I don’t like it.”

 

“Just last night,” Reid said firmly, “You said ‘you’re eighteen.  You’re still a kid.  The next couple of days are your LAST DAYS as a kid.  For the rest of your life.  At this age, you had to be a man.  You had your mother committed.  And you had to support yourself, AND her.  I want you to enjoy your last day as a teenager tomorrow’.  YOUR words, Hotch!”

 

“I…  I didn’t mean for you to—“

 

“To go to a club like a normal teenager?!”  Reid demanded to know.  Hotch’s mouth snapped shut, and he glared.  Then, Reid rolled his eyes.  “Stop being over protective, Hotch!  I wanna go and I’m going!”  He whirled and looked at Garcia.  “I’ll go get dressed.”  And then he turned and headed up the stairs.  Hotch stared after him, then looked at the three agents on his door step.  Morgan was rocking back and forth from toe to heel and back, biting BOTH of his lips between his teeth in a pathetic attempt to hide his grin.  He met eyes with Hotch for a moment before lowering them to the ground, now fighting not to laugh.  Emily gave Hotch a shrug, and Garcia looked at Hotch.

 

“He’ll be fine, mon capitan!”  She announced.  “You know I wouldn’t ever let anything happen to him.”

 

“I know you wouldn’t, Penelope.”  Hotch finally admitted.  “But there are things out of our control.”

 

“Come with us.”  Emily said.  “To the club tonight.  He would want you there.  And besides…  You ARE supposed to be the man who will take him home tonight.”  And she gave Hotch a suggestive wink.  Hotch gave her a look that clearly expressed that he was not amused.  But he said nothing, hearing Reid coming down the stairs.  He was in jeans and a button up shirt.

 

“Ready!”  The nineteen year old announced.  His three teammates stared at their boss, and finally, Hotch sighed and shook his head. 

 

“Fine.  Just…  don’t dress him up TOO provocatively.”  Hotch surrendered, a pleading tone in his voice.

 

“Oh God, no.”  Reid blurted, now looking slightly disconcerted.  Morgan and Emily chuckled as Garcia just grinned.

 

“Come on, Butter Cream.”  She said, taking Reid’s hand.  “Let’s get you all gorgeous for a night on the town!”

 

“You bring him home for dinner before heading out!”  Hotch called after them, frowning.

 

“Yeah yeah!”  Morgan galled, waving a hand back over his shoulder.

 

“I mean it!”  Hotch shouted as the group got into the car.  “By six!”

 

“Bye, Hotch!”  Garcia sang.

 

“I’m serious!”  Hotch roared.

 

“Bye, Aaron!”  Reid giggled.

 

“I MEAN IT!!!”

 

“Byyyyyeeee!!!”  They all sang out the windows.

 

“THAT’S AN ORDER, AGENTS!!!!”  Hotch bellowed, nearly beside himself.  But his only answer was the infuriating laughter of the four in Garcia’s old orange convertible as its engine roared as it carried them away.  Hotch glared after them, fuming.

 

The car drove around the corner and their laughter died down.

 

“He’s gonna get us back for this, you know that, right?”  Emily called over her shoulder at Morgan, who was in the back seat with Reid. 

 

“It was worth it.”  Reid laughed, and Morgan grinned, looking at the teenager beside him.

 

“So!  First order of business?”  Garcia called to the others over the wind as she drove down the street.

 

“Get the kid’s hair cut!”  Morgan laughed.  “It’s halfway down his back!  He looks like one of the Hanson Brothers!”

 

“…  Who?”  Reid asked, and the others burst into hysterical laughter.  Reid blinked, then scowled and slouched down in his seat, crossing his arms and pouting.

 

They headed to the mall, and as soon as they arrived, Reid announced that he was hungry.  His three adult companions laughed and groaned, and then assured him that they would get lunch right after he got his haircut.  And Garcia assured him that she knew just the man to do it.

 

“Oh Dustiiiin!”  Garcia called as they entered the salon.

 

Reid froze in his tracks when they entered and a very happy voice called back “Penny!!!” and a man in his twenties sashayed towards them with a very long and bouncy stride, swinging his hips and looking very much like a model walking the cat walk in his tight sparkly purple vinyl pants and lime green tank top.  His bleach blonde hair was spiked and gelled, his eyes heavily lined and skin lightly powdered in glitter. 

 

Morgan had stopped next to Reid in an echo of Reid’s reaction upon seeing this man, who was now kissing cheeks with Garcia.  Then he turned.  “Well, hel-LO Chocolate Thunder!”  Morgan was now a deer in headlights.

 

“Dustin, this is Derek Morgan.”  Garcia said.

 

“Oh.”  Dustin said, drooping for a moment.  But he walked over and extended his hand.  “Heard a lot about you.”  He offered politely.  “Nice to put a face to the name, Agent Morgan.”  Morgan paused, but then shook the young man’s hand.

 

“Just Morgan, man.”  He nodded, smiling politely. 

 

“Aaaand…  Who is the fourth Hanson Brother?”  Dustin asked, turning and eyeing Reid up and down.  Morgan and Emily immediately collapsed into gales of laughter while Reid fixed a pathetic look on Garcia.

 

“Who the hell are the Hanson Brothers?!”  He whined.  Dustin quirked a neatly plucked eye brow.

 

“Seriously, honey?”  He asked, thrusting a hip out to the side.  Reid eyed him, wrapping his arms around his abdomen and chewing his lower lip.  Dustin just sighed and shook his head, waving his hands to figuratively dismiss the conversation.  Then he approached and reached out, lifting a long, wavy bunch of locks off of Reid’s shoulder and eyeing them critically.  Reid froze, eyes wide.

 

“I’m guessing that THIS monstrosity is what brought you to see me today, Penely-bean…?”

 

“You got it.”  Garcia nodded.

 

“…  Penely-bean?”  Emily asked, and Morgan also raised his eyebrows in confusion.

 

“Honey, how long has it been since your last haircut?”  Dustin asked.

 

“Don’t answer that.”  Garcia ordered, sharply.  Reid snapped his mouth shut and flushed.

 

“That long, huh?”  Dustin sighed, completing his slow circle of inspection around Reid.  “Well…  Let’s get you taken care of so you don’t look like Cousin It’s bad hair day.”

 

“…  Cousin It?”  Reid asked.  Morgan and Emily were laughing even harder now, while Dustin just stared.

 

“Did you crawl out from under a rock?”  He asked.  Reid flushed and frowned, opening his mouth.

 

“Just be silent and follow Dustin.”  Garcia said, placing a finger to Reid’s lips.  Reid huffed and drooped, then let out a little ‘eep!’ as Dustin placed hands on his shoulders and pushed him further into the salon.  Garcia, Morgan and Emily all sat down and waited, and about fifteen minutes later Dustin appeared with Reid again, who had soaking wet, freshly washed hair.  Reid was looking slightly freaked out, and shot a pleading look to Garcia, who simply assured him that Dustin would be professional, and then the scissors and hair were flying.

 

“We’re gonna go short.”  Dustin said. 

 

“Define ‘short’!”  Reid demanded.

 

“Just trust me.”

 

“NO!  GARCIAAAAA!!!”  Morgan and Emily coughed and snorted as they tried not to laugh.  Garcia sighed, set down her magazine and went to calm the wailing teenager and guide Dustin in the styling to make sure it was something Reid would be okay with…

 

Emily and Morgan’s laughter was set off again at a howl of “Who the hell is Justin Bieber?!”  Then Reid began to babble on rapidly in that high pitched tone that let them know that he was about to freak out.  Then they heard Garcia say “Just…  give him what he wants before he runs.”

 

“…  What the hell is that?!  I need a translator for this kid!”  Dustin cried, frustrated.

 

“Do like…  Orlando Bloom hair.  From ‘Pirates of the Carribean’.”  Garcia specified.

 

“What does that look like?!”  Reid shrieked.

 

“It looks like what you want, honey, just hush, chill, and stop upsetting Dustin or he’ll completely destroy my hair next time I come in to see him.”

 

“No, I’ll just destroy HIS!”

 

“GARCIA!”

 

“He’s not serious, but shut up and let him work before he makes good on the threat.”

 

“But—“

 

“Spencer Reid, I will post some pictures of you on the internet that you would NEVER want ANYONE to see.”

 

“What pictures?!”

 

“The ones of you running around the front yard naked.”

 

“When was that?!”

 

“You don’t remember?”  Garcia asked.  “Exactly sixteen days ago?”

 

“…  I did?”

 

“Uh huh.  Now shush or Strauss will see more of you than you would EVER want.”

 

There was a long silence, and then Dustin said, “Alright sweetie.  Hold still, I promise I’ll be nice…”  And then Garcia rejoined Morgan and Emily, who were giving her curious looks. 

 

“He’ll be done soon.”  Was all she gave them. 

 

And finally, they looked up at the clicking of boot heels.  Dustin was striding over to them.  “Penely-bean, I had my doubts…  but you were right!  He looks FAB-ulous with that hair!”  He exclaimed, and Morgan quirked a brow at the jazz hands that accompanied the “FAB”. 

 

“Wow!  Reid, you DO look good!”  Emily announced, standing and smiling as the traumatized teenager scuttled over for comfort.  She hugged him.

 

“But you have GOT to do something about his clothes.”

 

“Our next stop, Dustin.”  Garcia grinned.  “Care to join us?”

 

“…  I’m supposed to be here for another hour…  but I don’t have any appointments, and this is a fashion DISASTER zone that should be declared a State of Emergency.  I definitely think that FEMA should be deployed.”

 

“FEMA?”  Emily asked, amused.

 

“Fashion Emergency Mandates Assistance.”  Dustin said cheekily.  Emily and Garcia laughed in appreciation, and Morgan fixed a sympathetic look on Reid while Garcia paid for his haircut, and then followed the whining teenager out as he was dragged by Dustin and Garcia holding on to each of his hands. 

 

An hour later and even Emily was starting to feel sorry for Reid.  Dustin had put Reid in a pair of very tight pants, and when Reid squeaked in protest, Dustin had then turned Reid around, told him to look at his hind end in the mirror and then smacked him on the ass before GRABBING his butt and telling Reid that it was one of his greatest assets, pun intended, and he should flaunt it.  Morgan had nearly been in tears he was laughing so hard, and Reid had made a wide-eyed, red-faced retreat to the dressing room, clutching his bottom protectively.

 

Prentiss had been snapping photos and sent them to Hotch, who immediately vetoed the outfit, though he DID say that the look on Reid’s face was priceless…  but then he told Prentiss not to tell Reid that.  She promised.

 

“Try these on!”  Dustin sang, flinging a new pair of pants over the door to the dressing room.

 

“HEY!”  Reid yelped from inside as the pants landed on his head, then once he had pulled them off and looked at them, “NO!  NO SPARKLY VINYL!!!”

 

“Just do it!”  Dustin ordered as he strode over.  He opened the door to the dressing room and stepped in with a few shirts, making Reid howl in protest.

 

“Just put the pants on.”  Morgan, Garcia and Emily heard Dustin say. 

 

“AH!!!  Don’t TOUCH me!”  Reid yelped.

 

“Calm down honey.  You’re cute, but you’re WAY too young for me.”  They heard Dustin drawl. 

 

“These pants are too small!”

 

“No they’re not, they’re supposed to be tight.  They show off your ass and those long, luscious legs.”

 

“…  You’re verbally molesting me.”

 

“I am not, now put this on, and this goes over it.  Okay, now tuck it in like this…  There!  Now step back, let me look at you…  Oh, honey, you are smokin’ in THAT.”

 

“…  I don’t like the pants!”

 

“Stop whining, they look GREAT on you!  I wish I had your figure, sweetcheeks.”

 

“Don’t call me that.”

 

“You’re BLU-shing!”

 

“I am not!”

 

“Honey, you’re turning purple.”

 

“I AM NOT!!!”

 

“Let’s show the others.”

 

“No!”

 

“Well fine, keep taking the pants off, but then they’ll only see more of you than you want them to, ‘cuz I’m opening the door!”

 

“What?!  AAAAH!!”  Reid screamed as Dustin flung the dressing room door open.  Reid hastily buttoned the pants back up again, staring at the team like a deer in headlights.  Again.

 

“Oooooh…”  Garcia and Emily chorused, standing and grinning at Reid’s outfit.  Morgan just shook his head, chuckling.

 

“You look good, Reid!”  Emily announced, offering her hand.  Reid just frowned and wrapped his arms around his belly again.  Emily sighed and shook her head, reaching out and taking his hand and tugging him out of the little space.  Reid stumbled after her reluctantly.

 

“Now.”  Dustin said professionally.  “We’ve got the vinyl pants.  Black, but they have this iridescent purple sheen when the light hits them.  Nice and tight to show off his—“  Reid immediately clapped his hands over his bottom and turned it AWAY from Dustin, who grinned, “—butt and legs.  Then we have the tight black tank top,” he gestured to the teenager’s chest, “And then the purple button up shirt over it.  This one is nice and loose, kept unbuttoned but tucked in slightly so that you have the nice flare at his waistline.  Get him some black boots and a good belt with a couple of bracelets or something, and a black cord necklace that loops around a couple of times and he’ll be ready to hit the clubs!”

 

And by the time they left the mall, Reid was.  Garcia dropped him off at home at five thirty, and told him that she would pick him up at nine.

 

When Reid got home, the first thing he did was hug Hotch tightly and kiss him.

 

“Hey.  So?  Can I see your clothes?”  The startled SAC asked.

 

“Not until tonight.”  Reid grinned, enjoying the feel of being wrapped up in the man’s arms.

 

“Well, at LEAST let me see your hair.”  Hotch chuckled, and Reid stepped back.  Hotch’s smile widened.  “I like it!  You look GREAT!”  He said, reaching out and running his fingers through the boy’s hair.  “And you’re looking…  happy.”

 

“I am.”  Reid nodded.  “Despite Garcia’s freaky friend, Dustin.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“Don’t ask.”  Reid laughed.

 

“…  alright?”  Hotch offered.

 

“I’m hungry!”  Reid announced.

 

“Alright, what would you like?”  Hotch asked.

 

“Ummm…  you pick!”  Reid said.

 

“Alright.”  Hotch chuckled.  “Let’s go.

 

They headed out to a little Tai restaurant not far away, returned at eight, and when Garcia arrived at nine, they were ready.  Sort of…

 

“No no no!  You change those pants NOW!!!”  Hotch was howling when Reid opened the front door.  Garcia’s eyes widened.

 

“Reid!  Did you buy a bigger size of pants?!”  Emily blurted.

 

“What?”  Hotch asked, and Morgan shook his head.

 

“Those aren’t the pants we had him try on.  They’re not tight enough.”

 

“Not tight ENOUGH?!?”  Hotch blurted.

 

“Of course I got a bigger size.”  Reid announced, then gave them a mischievous look.  “I bought them for the size I wear at twenty five.  So I can grow into them.”

 

“…  Ohhhhhhh…”  the girls chorused, looking delighted.  Hotch quirked a brow.

 

“Let’s get going.  Rossi’s going to meet us there.”  JJ said, linking arms with Reid and kissing him on the cheek.  Reid grinned at that, winked at Hotch, and walked out of the house with JJ on one arm and Emily on the other, a grinning Morgan and Garcia following.  Hotch groaned and followed, locking the door.  Morgan got into his truck with Hotch and Emily and JJ and Reid went with Garcia.

 

“Why is Dave coming?”  Hotch asked as they headed out.

 

“He said he wanted to witness you freaking out when people started hitting on Reid.”  Morgan chuckled, and Hotch scowled at that.

 

They arrived at the club about fifteen minutes later.  They had never been to this one before as far as Hotch knew, and Morgan explained that Garcia had picked this one because they allowed in kids who were eighteen.  And to Hotch’s annoyance, Garcia had managed to get a couple of fake ID’s made for Reid for ages nineteen, and twenty one.  He was even MORE dismayed to learn that the team had every intention of throwing Reid the 21^st birthday party he had never had growing up…  when he was twenty one, he had been in the FBI Academy with no friends…  he had been completely alone.

 

As Hotch and Morgan approached the door, Reid and Garcia were already entering.

 

‘Moves Like Jagger’ was blasting from the speakers, and people from eighteen to forty were dancing wildly.  Emily immediately grabbed Reid’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor, where she began to guide him with his hands on her hips and her with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip, guiding him.  They were both grinning and laughing.

 

“I have never seen the kid that relaxed.”  Morgan and Hotch turned to watch Rossi walking over with a couple of beers, handing them to the two younger profilers.

 

“I think the fact that he’s a kid has a lot to do with it.”  Hotch said, watching JJ and Garcia hurry over to Reid and Emily, and soon they were a group of four.  The laughter was multiplying as they did an odd little four person tango, Reid with his arms around Emily and JJ’s waists, them with their arms around his and Garcia’s shoulders, and Garcia with her hands on Reid’s hips trying to guide him into some moves that she had apparently seen Shakira do.

 

The three men headed over to a table that several women suddenly abandoned and took their seats.   A few minutes later, Emily was dancing with a random guy, JJ and Garcia were doing some swing dancing and—

 

“HEY!”  Hotch blurted, nearly spewing his beer when he noticed a young man closing in on Reid, smiling and talking to him, and then taking his hand and kissing it!  Reid was smiling and blushing, and then the dark haired young man wrapped an arm around the teenager’s waist and pulled him close, beginning to sway side to side with him as “Bailamos” began to play.

 

“Easy, Hotch.”  Rossi laughed, catching Hotch by the back of the shirt when the man leapt to his feet to go “rescue” Reid.  “Let him have his fun.  If that guy starts groping him, THEN you can go punch him!”

 

Meanwhile, on the dance floor, the young man was introducing himself.  “I’m Hector…”  He said, pressing his body up against Reid’s.  “And you are?”

 

“I’m uh…  I’m Spencer.”  Reid said, staring into the dark eyes framed by long lashes in a tanned face.

 

“VERY pleased to meet you…”  Hector purred, beginning to dramatize his hip movements and holding Reid tightly against him to get him to mimic the movements.  Reid squeaked and glanced down, flushing slightly.

 

“Don’t dance much, do you?”  Hector asked.

 

“Not really, no.  This isn’t my usual scene.”

 

“What is?”  Hector asked.

 

“…  the library.”  Reid admitted, shrugging.  Hector grinned and chuckled.

 

“Time to live a little, Spencer.”  He said.  “Like your friends there.”  Reid turned and looked at Garcia and JJ, and burst out laughing at their more than goofy swing dancing, and then Morgan burst in, catching Garcia and taking up the swing dancing.  JJ spun away, flung an arm around Reid and kissed his cheek.

 

“You boys behave.”  She said to Reid and Hector, and then to Hector, “and you watch yourself and where you put your hands.  We will be watching you, and we are VERY protective of Spence, here…”  And she ruffled Reid’s hair and headed off of the dance floor.  Hector blinked at Reid, who just grinned and shrugged.  A dance mix of “Toxic” came on, and once again Rossi had to catch Hotch to stop him from charging onto the dance floor when another young man approached Reid, who was soon sandwiched between the new blonde and Hector, who eyed the blonde up and down, and then smiled in welcome and approval.  Reid looked over his shoulder and pale gray eyes met his.  He flushed, but returned the sensual smile with a shy smile of his own.

 

And in ten minutes, as Ricky Martin’s “She Bangs” blared over the speakers, Hotch was nearly beside himself as he watched Reid dancing in a group of nearly a dozen boys from ages eighteen to twenty six.  JJ and Emily were sitting with Hotch and Rossi, eyeing the group of boys and discussing them and rating them on some hotness scale.  They were certainly earning looks from Rossi, who finally blurted “Aren’t they a bit YOUNG for you?!”  and he got withering glares in return.

 

“Aaron!”  Hotch looked up, standing when he saw Reid squeezing his way between some people and heading over to the table.  And Hotch STARED.  Reid’s hair was tousled, his skin glistened with sweat, his chest rose and fell as he fought to catch his breath, his face was flushed and his eyes were bright.  He flung his arms around the man’s neck, and Hotch turned and buried his face into the sweat dampened curls, inhaling.  Then, he snarled.

 

“You smell like those other men…”  He growled.  Reid backed up and stared at him, eyes wide.  The others watched as Reid slowly grinned.

 

“Are you getting territorial?”  He asked.  Hotch glared.  “You ARE!!!”

 

“You smell like them!”  Hotch snapped, grumpily. 

 

“Whatever.”  Reid giggled, shaking his head and sitting down beside the man.  “Just don’t mark me as your territory be it bite mark, hickey, and DEFINITELY don’t pee on me.”

 

Rossi choked on his drink and then spewed it across the table, making Emily shriek and jerk back, cursing. 

 

Hotch gave Reid a look.  “Lovely, Spencer,” he said, and Reid grinned.  Lady GaGa’s “Lovegame” was now playing, and the dancing on the dance floor suddenly got much more…  sexual in appearance.  Reid and Hotch both were glad that Reid had gotten off of the dance floor when he did.  Reid soon found himself sipping on a soda and laughing at Garcia’s ridiculous dance moves while Morgan was now in a group of scantily clad women.  The next song was a slow song, and so Garcia and JJ hooked up to dance while a grinning Prentiss dragged a stubborn and bitching David Rossi out onto the dance floor.  Hotch and Reid just sat side by side, watching Rossi relax and smile and dance with Prentiss, both laughing at Garcia and JJ’s overly dramatic moves, such as Garcia dipping JJ WAY far back.

 

“…  You look gorgeous tonight.”  Hotch finally murmured, and Reid turned and looked up at him.  “I’ve never seen you so…  care free and…  ALIVE around other people.”

 

“I guess…”  Reid said carefully, “I feel like I can let go because this is temporary.  I’m still just a kid.  In a few days I’ll be back to my normal self and there won’t be any expectation for me to…  continue to be like this.  This is fun, but…  I’ll be glad to just…  be regular boring homebody me again.”  Reid confessed, and Hotch smiled and nodded.

 

“I’m looking forward to have you back, too, baby.”

 

The slow song died away, and the opening notes of “Livin’ la Vida Loca” were heard, and almost immediately several boys appeared.

 

“Come on, Spencer!”  Cried a little five foot tall red headed thing with glimmering green eyes.  He offered a pale hand and a bright happy grin.  Reid blinked, surprised, but then with a smile at Hotch, he accepted the hand and the other boys cheered and dragged him off to the dance floor, Reid winking over his shoulder at Hotch just before he disappeared into the crowd. 

 

Every now and then, Hotch would get a glimpse of his lover on the dance floor, moving in unison within a group of young men who were singing along with the music.  Bon Jovi’s “It’s My Life” came on next, which had the dancers bouncing up and down, and then “Footloose”, “Paralyzer”, and then Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie” which resulted in a lot of movement of the body part featured in the title of the song.

 

Hotch’s hackles raised when he caught sight of Reid, and a dark haired young man before him moved in as if to kiss him.  But Reid turned his head aside.  The dark haired boy smiled slightly, then moved in and kissed Reid’s neck.  Hotch stood sharply, but Reid pulled away and shook his head up at the other boy, saying something.  The other boy blinked, then smiled and nodded, saying something back.  Whatever he said made Reid smile, and the other boy took Reid’s hand, kissed it, and then backed off.  The other boys closed in around Reid, but Hotch watched them all respectfully not try anything.  And slowly, he relaxed.

 

Before he knew it, it was eleven at night and Reid was stumbling over to him, sweaty and tired.  Hotch just smiled at him.

 

“Hey, sweetheart.”  He said, hugging the boy as he reached him.

 

“I’m tired.”  Reid called over the music. 

 

“You wanna go home?”  Hotch asked.

 

“…  Yes.”  Reid nodded, and Hotch smiled.

 

“Okay.”  He said with a nod.  “Dave?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“You drove yourself, right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Can we get a ride home?”

 

“FINALLY!”  Rossi blurted, and Reid grinned.  The three men stood and headed to the door, Reid waving to JJ who nodded in a silent message assuring him that she would let the others know that they had left together.

 

The quiet of the night outside of the club was stunning compared to the loud thrumming of music that had been inside.  Hotch put an arm around Reid and smiled down at the youth as he leaned into him, resting his head on his shoulder. 

 

When they reached the car, Reid slid into the backseat and Hotch took shotgun.  The drive was quiet.  Rossi and Hotch shared an amused look when they heard Reid snoring softly in the back seat.  When they arrived at Hotch and Reid’s home, Rossi bid Hotch a soft “G’night” and watched Hotch crawl into the back seat and shake Reid awake just enough to help him from the car and to the front door.  Hotch waved to Rossi, then closed the front door, and Rossi left.

 

Inside, Hotch guided a very sleepy nineteen year old Reid up the stairs and into the bathroom.  There, Reid sat on the counter and slowly pulled off his shirts while Hotch knelt and untied his shoes.  As he pulled them off, Reid was unbuckling his belt, and finally Hotch tossed Reid’s shoes and socks aside, and then Reid stood and allowed his pants to fall down around his ankles.  Yawning, he stepped out of them and walked across the bathroom and turned on the shower.

 

Hotch just quirked a brow and smiled, undressing himself.  “No underwear, Spencer?”

 

“Nuh-uh.”  Reid mumbled, adjusting the temperature of the water.  Hotch grinned, finally naked.  He walked over to Reid and placed his hands on the boy’s bare shoulders, gently pressing a kiss to his spine between his shoulder blades.

 

“Hmmm…”  Reid sighed, smiling.

 

“You’re so sleepy.”  Hotch chuckled in affectionate amusement.  “Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”

 

“Mmm.”  Reid hummed in approval, and the pair stepped into the large shower together.  “I’m so achy…”

 

“You did a lot of dancing.  You’ll probably be sore tomorrow.”  Hotch agreed, guiding Reid to stand under the water while he ran his hands through the teen’s locks, thoroughly wetting them.  Then he began to massage shampoo into his lover’s hair.  Reid just sighed and hummed in pleasure, eyes closed as he enjoyed the loving touches.  Hotch bathed Reid from head to toe, smiling the entire time, and all out grinning when he realized that he had soothed his lover into a light doze, standing up.

 

Reid blinked his eyes open at the gentle kiss pressed onto his lips, and he smiled in response.

 

“Brush your teeth.”  Hotch told him with a smile.  “I’m gonna finish showering.” 

 

“Mm-kay.”  Reid mumbled, and stepped out of the shower to dry off.  Hotch rushed through his shower and dried off quickly, brushed his teeth, and then headed out into the bedroom.  Reid was lying on his side in the bed, naked.  He gave Hotch a sleepy smile.

 

“…  I love you.”  He mumbled.

 

“Where do you hurt the most, baby?”  Hotch asked, gently caressing his lover’s damp and tangled curls.

 

“Mmm…  my feet.”  Reid mumbled, yawning.  Artemis leapt onto the bed a moment later and sauntered over to him, touching her nose to his.  He grinned and giggled, reaching up and scratching her chin as he rolled onto his belly.  She hooded her eyes and purred, then slowly relaxed and lay down beside him, purring loudly as he slowly began to stroke down her spine. 

 

And then Reid let out a groan as lotion covered hands began to rub and massage his feet.  The touches were firm and wonderful on his aching feet, and soon he was purring just as the cat.  Artemis curled into his side on the left, and Apollo soon did the same on the left.  Reid could feel the vibrations of the cats’ purring against his sides, and that combined with the exhaustion and the pleasure of the massage soon had him dozing off right where he was. 

 

Hotch spent nearly fifteen minutes on Reid’s feet, then gradually moved up the boy’s calves and thighs, over his buttocks and then up his back and shoulders.  Every now and then there would be a little noise of contentment from the sleeping adolescent, but he didn’t move until Hotch finally stopped.  And even then it was only to open his eyes a crack and lift his head just enough to accept a chaste kiss to his lips, and then his head dropped back onto the pillow, and just like that, Spencer Reid was down for the count.

 

Smiling, Hotch finally turned off the lights and slipped into the bed, drawing the blankets up over Reid and himself, and he rested a hand in the small of the boy’s back and allowed sleep to claim him, briefly smiling in amusement…  Poor Reid had been too tired to get to Second Base…