Title: Three Ways, Maybe More
Author: Rhysenn
Rating: FRAO or NC-17
Pairing(s): Gideon/Reid/Hotch
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Word Count: 3,600+
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Threesomes, bareback sex.
Summary: Hotch is right – you can take many paths to get to the same place.
A/N: I'm not sure how I wrote ten pages of smut, but apparently Gideon, Reid and Hotch need this kind of mileage. ;)

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"How in the world," Reid says, "did you get them to give you the suite?"

He leans against the wall and watches Gideon swipe the key card. After an entire day of sitting through conferences and presentations, they’re finally alone.

"Video conferencing," Gideon replies. "Only the suites are equipped with that. We don’t have our tech equipment and there may be a chance we need to set up a video conference."

"A very small chance," Reid adds with a grin. "But yes, always best to be prepared."

The door to the hotel suite beeps green and unlocks; Gideon holds it open for Reid, and they’re barely inside when Reid puts his arms around Gideon’s neck, pulling him close. Their mouths meet and Gideon slides his hands around Reid’s waist, walking him backwards into the room as they kiss slowly, deeply – then Gideon opens his eyes and looks over Reid’s shoulder, and he smiles against Reid’s lips.

"Spencer," he murmurs.

"Want you so much," Reid whispers back, his fingers already unbuttoning Gideon’s shirt. "Been thinking about you, Jason, all day –"

"Spencer," Gideon says again. "We have company."

Reid stops, bewildered – then he spins around to find Hotch sitting in an armchair just next to the king-sized bed. Except for the slight curl on the edges of Hotch’s mouth, his expression is as solemn as the suit and tie he’s wearing.

Reid stares at Hotch; he instinctively lets go of Gideon and takes a step back.

"Hello, Reid," Hotch says, and in the dimness of the room Reid can’t quite see if Hotch’s smile reaches his eyes. "I’m sorry to interrupt."

And the thought that Hotch was there, watching him kiss Gideon, makes Reid’s face burn – and not just because of embarrassment.

"Hotch," Reid finally finds his voice, although it’s a pitch higher than usual. "What are you doing here?"

Hotch’s eyes are dark, inscrutable, and there’s something in his gaze, fixed calmly on Reid, that sends a warm shiver up Reid’s spine.

"Jason invited me," Hotch replies.

Reid blinks; he turns to Gideon, who has been standing quietly beside him.

"You," Reid can’t keep the disbelief out of his voice, "you asked him to come here?"

"I did," Gideon says plainly.

Reid stares at him, bewildered. "But – but why?"

Gideon gives him an enigmatic smile. "I think you know."

Suddenly it’s perfectly clear what Gideon intends – and the thought is so mind-blowing that Reid sucks in a sharp breath, even though he has fantasized about this long before he and Gideon started sleeping together. Reid knows that Hotch and his wife recently separated, but he never – never imagined Hotch would want this. Want him, the way Reid has wanted Hotch since they first met.

But now that he’s finally here, with Hotch undressing him with his eyes and Gideon watching him with an encouraging expression on his face, Reid feels... unsure. And being with Hotch and Gideon like this feels strange – not necessarily wrong, yet not quite right either.

"I... but I’m with you, Jason," Reid blurts out, briefly glancing at Hotch before looking at Gideon. "Whatever I said about him before, it doesn’t mean I’m not happy being with you –"

"I never said you weren’t happy, Spencer," Gideon replies calmly. "I never thought that. And this isn’t even about us. It doesn’t change anything."

Reid pauses. An IQ of 187 is obviously not helping him figure out exactly how this is not going to change things. He turns his attention to Hotch instead.

"Hotch," he begins, "is this – are you –"

Words fail him and Reid trails off. He glances at Gideon for help, but Gideon doesn’t respond; Reid reluctantly looks back at Hotch, whose expression hasn’t altered one bit.

Hotch speaks. "You want to know why."

Reid feels the heat burn on his face and he averts his gaze.

"For a long time," Hotch answers simply, "this is what I couldn’t have."

Reid turns to Gideon. "You – and you knew this?"

"Long before he told me," Gideon replies plainly.

"The truth is," Hotch continues, in that same calm, level voice, "I’ve always wanted this, wanted – you, Reid."

The way Hotch speaks his name sends Reid’s pulse racing, and the hum of anticipation that runs through every part of his body makes it impossible to deny that he – he does. Want this too.

"Are you," Reid says hesitantly, looking at Gideon, "Are you sure?"

Gideon shrugs. "We may have all come on different ships, but we’re in the same boat now."

"No offense, Jason," Hotch speaks up, although there’s a glint of a smile in his eyes, "I don’t think Martin Luther King Jr. meant it this way."

Gideon allows a grin, and that seems to be the cue for Hotch to stand up. He takes off his coat and neatly slings it over the back of the armchair. Then he starts walking towards Reid, and there’s something in Hotch’s eyes – deliberate, singular, focused, as if Reid is the only person in the room.

Hotch halts in front of Reid; then he glances at Gideon with a raised eyebrow, asking a silent question.

In response, a curl lifts the edges of Gideon’s mouth.

"Why don’t you ask him yourself," Gideon says in a low voice.

Hotch turns his gaze to Reid, and Reid has to remind himself that even at times like this breathing is not an optional activity.

"Reid," Hotch begins.

"Call him Spencer," Gideon instructs firmly.

"Spencer." The side of Hotch’s mouth twitches. "Can I kiss you?"

Reid’s eyes cut uncertainly towards Gideon, but Gideon shakes his head.

"He’s asking you," he says quietly. "Tell him the truth."

And in Gideon’s eyes Reid can see that Gideon already knows what he’s going to say; it’s as if he just wants to hear it from Reid’s lips. Reid takes a deep breath and looks back at Hotch, who’s watching him in that intense, irresistible way – and the answer feels like the most natural thing in the world.

"Yes," Reid whispers, and when Hotch kisses him there’s no hesitation at all.

Hotch’s lips are warm, dry, and his tongue pushes into Reid’s mouth, asking, and Reid answers, kissing him back. Hotch’s mouth is demanding yet tender at the same time; his hands tilt Reid’s face to deepen the kiss and Reid closes his eyes, but he can still feel Gideon watching them.

When Hotch finally pulls back, Reid opens his eyes and Hotch is still there, so close to him, his hands holding Reid’s face, watching his reaction. Then Reid feels the weight of firm hands on his waist, and he realizes that Gideon has moved to stand behind him.

"Take off his tie," Gideon prompts, pressing the length of his body against Reid.

Reid reaches out and tugs at the perfect knot around Hotch’s neck, loosening it – Hotch doesn’t move, but Reid can hear Hotch’s breathing quicken. The silk tie is cool and smooth as it unravels, and Reid drops it to the floor.

"Keep going," Gideon speaks in Reid’s ear.

Reid can barely control his fingers as he works open the top button on Hotch’s collar, then the next one – Hotch’s forehead is pressed against Reid’s and Hotch is looking down at Reid’s fingers, watching their movements. At the same time Gideon’s hands stroke down the sides of Reid’s body, then slide up under his shirt.

Something inside Reid’s brain tells him he could die happy just like this.

Reid manages to work open all the buttons, and he pushes Hotch’s shirt off his shoulders. Then Hotch takes hold of Reid’s hands, places them flat against his bare chest, and Reid sucks in a sharp breath and involuntarily presses back against Gideon.

Hotch moves forward and kisses Reid again, spontaneously this time, all tongue and teeth and Reid’s hands slide over Hotch’s chest, charting the firm planes of his body, lean and hard and muscled but not overly so. And when he scrapes his fingernails over Hotch’s skin he feels Hotch react, the muscles of his abdomen tightening under Reid’s fingers. Gideon’s arms slide around Reid, and he starts to undo the buttons of Reid’s shirt, his hands sliding over Reid’s chest.

Reid starts unbuckling Hotch’s belt, and the heavy strap of leather slithers through the belt loops, coiling smoothly like a black whip in his hands. He lets it fall to the floor, then starts to lower the zipper of Hotch’s pants; behind him, Gideon moves closer still, and Reid can feel the bulge in Gideon’s pants pressing up against him.

Hotch abruptly pulls away, startling Reid slightly – but before Reid can say anything, Hotch gracefully moves down onto his knees in front of him, and Reid stares as Hotch deftly unbuttons and pulls his pants and underwear down. Reid feels dizzy, and he can’t do anything but watch, mesmerized, as Hotch takes his hardening cock into his mouth.

Reid lets out a muffled gasp as the heat of Hotch’s mouth engulfs him; he arches back against Gideon and feels Gideon’s cock nudge against his ass, insulated by the fabric of Gideon’s pants.

Hotch takes him deep and Reid moans as Hotch’s tongue flickers wetly against his shaft. His fingers thread through Hotch’s short hair and his hips jerk forward involuntarily – the head of his cock nudges up against the back of Hotch’s throat, but he immediately feels Gideon's hands steady him, holding him still.

"You’re so beautiful like this," Gideon whispers in Reid’s ear. He rocks against him, slow and hard, and Reid shudders and he can feel himself close to coming, so close –

"Wait," Gideon commands, and the quiet intensity in his voice makes Reid bite down on his lip to control himself.

Hotch stops, pulls back with a questioning expression; he looks past Reid, at Gideon, and the two men seem to come to a common wordless understanding. Hotch gets to his feet and behind him, Reid feels Gideon release him and move back.

Reid groans.

"Come on, you guys," he says desperately. "You can’t just – just stop like this!"

"Actually," Gideon says in a low, husky voice that sends a tingle of anticipation up Reid’s spine, "We’re only just getting started."

Hotch is pulling off his pants, stepping out of them, and Reid does the same. Gideon undresses and gets onto the bed; when he beckons Reid to come to him, Reid moves forward eagerly.

Gideon sits back against the headboard as Reid climbs onto the bed. He straddles Gideon on all fours, then leans in and kisses him on the mouth. Gideon holds Reid’s face and kisses him back, deeply, and Reid is vaguely aware of the mattress dipping as Hotch gets on as well.

Reid keeps his position on his hands and knees, his ass invitingly raised – he feels Hotch move behind him, and when Hotch lays a hand on the small of his back Reid shivers against Gideon’s mouth. Gideon pulls away, and Reid feels slightly guilty but before he can apologize Gideon puts his hands on Reid’s shoulders and guides him downwards.

Reid lowers himself onto his elbows, shifts down slightly to Gideon’s cock – this inevitably pushes him backwards against Hotch, and he feel Hotch’s hands moving over his bare skin. When Hotch slides one lubricated finger down the cleft of his ass, Reid can’t suppress the moan that escapes from his lips.

He looks up at Gideon, finds Gideon watching him steadily – and in Gideon’s eyes he can see no reproach.

Reid opens his mouth and takes Gideon’s cock between his lips just as Hotch pushes a finger inside him. Reid shivers in pleasure, arches back against Hotch, inviting him deeper; in response he feels the fingers of Hotch’s other hand dig into his hip.

Reid fondles Gideon’s balls as he sucks harder, letting his tongue lave around Gideon’s cock the way that he knows drives Gideon crazy every time – it elicits the same reaction now, and the raw, guttural sound that Gideon makes is enough to make Reid smile briefly, just as Hotch inserts another finger and it’s his own turn to gasp.

Hotch flexes his fingers inside him carefully, and Reid moans around Gideon’s cock and shudders – the delicious onslaught of sensation nearly drives him out of his mind and he needs this, needs more, wants to feel Hotch inside him –

"Aaron," he hears Gideon speak, and it’s as if he’s reading Reid’s mind. "He’s ready."

Reid feels Hotch’s fingers withdrawing, and immediately he aches for more. As he straightens, he hears Hotch clear his throat.

"Do you – have a condom?" Hotch asks.

"We don’t use them," Gideon replies matter-of-factly; he looks at Reid. "And if it’s all right with Spencer, you don’t have to either."

Reid turns to look at Hotch, and the intense arousal in the other man’s eyes makes Reid harder than he’s ever been.

"I don’t mind," Reid replies breathlessly.

"Spencer," he hears Gideon’s voice again. "Have you ever fantasized about Aaron when we’re together?"

Reid spins around to face Gideon, appalled.

"Of – of course not!" he protests. "I know I told you that I’m attracted to him, but I can’t believe you would even think I would –"

"I don’t," Gideon cuts in simply; he looks directly at Reid. "And that’s why when he’s inside you, Spencer – I want you to think only of him. Let him give you what you need. All right?"

Reid stares at Gideon, speechless. Next to them Hotch doesn’t react either; a long moment passes before Reid feels Hotch shifting closer, and then Hotch’s lips brush against his shoulder.

"Spencer," Hotch murmurs, planting a kiss on the nape of Reid’s neck.

Reid turns automatically, and Hotch’s lips seek out his – they kiss, passionately, and Hotch’s hands firmly turn him around. At the same time Reid can feel Gideon’s hands maneuvering him, lowering him backwards so that he’s in a half-reclining position, his back leaning against Gideon’s chest, Hotch bending over him as they continue kissing deeply.

Hotch pulls back and Reid gazes up at him; he feels Gideon’s hands slide around his chest, holding him in place, and Reid spreads his legs to let Hotch move between them. Hotch grips his ankles and lifts them in the air, pushing Reid’s legs backwards and apart as he moves closer.

Reid adjusts himself so his calves are resting on Hotch’s shoulders – Hotch leans over him, spreading him open, and Reid swallows hard, anticipation and arousal mingling with a small twinge of fear. The warmth of Gideon’s body against his back is comforting, and he feels Gideon’s chin resting on his shoulder.

Above him, Hotch is positioning himself and Reid feels the head of Hotch’s cock nudge up against the slick entrance of his body. Reid wriggles slightly, aware of Gideon’s arms still around his chest.

Then Hotch pushes inside him in a single smooth stroke – Reid lets out a soft cry and presses back against Gideon, involuntarily lifting his hips, which lets Hotch drive even deeper. Reid moans and shudders, writhes in the pain-pleasure of Hotch’s cock sheathed inside him.

"You okay?" Hotch holds still; behind Reid, Gideon doesn't say anything, although the stroking movement of Gideon's thumb on his chest is wordlessly soothing.

"Yes," Reid says on a sharp exhalation, and arches his back. "Hotch, please..."

That's all the invitation Hotch needs.

He starts fucking Reid with slow, firm strokes – and Gideon is kissing his ear, whispering something which Reid can’t process except for the low, reassuring sound of Gideon’s voice. Gideon’s hand slides down over Reid’s stomach to grasp his cock; and when Reid looks up at Hotch he sees that Hotch’s eyes are closed and the expression on his face is a contortion of pleasure and something else, something raw and truthful and beyond words.

"Look at him," Gideon commands and Hotch opens his eyes, and they’re momentarily glazed before the calm focus returns – and Hotch looks down at Reid, pulls back and then thrusts in hard, deeper than before.

Reid throws his head back and cries out as Hotch is completely buried inside him for what feels like an eternity, before he starts moving again and Hotch is almost merciless, his swift strokes in counterpoint to the equally ruthless pumping of Gideon’s fist around Reid’s cock.

Reid slides his hands around Hotch's neck, and Hotch leans down and his mouth crushes against Reid’s in a bruising kiss – and the trinity of Hotch’s tongue in his mouth, Hotch’s cock driving in and out him and Gideon’s hand around his dick is more than Reid can take.

Reid comes with a choked cry and seconds later he feels Hotch thrust in, once more, all the way as he comes inside him. Reid bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut and it’s like snow blindness, so white it hurts, and he’s grounded only by the moist warmth of Gideon's body as he jerks helplessly against the waves upon waves of sensation rushing through him from Hotch.

When it eventually subsides, Reid’s eyelids flutter open and he finds himself gazing into Hotch’s dark eyes – they’re glazed over with an expression of such frank amazement that Reid can’t suppress a soft laugh, and any tension that might’ve frozen over immediately disappears as Hotch smiles and pulls back, giving Reid space to move.

Reid sits up – and when he turns around to look at Gideon, Reid is struck by the expression in Gideon’s eyes. It’s like... pride, almost, an emotion so honest and unfeigned that Reid can only think it must be real.

"Uh," Hotch says, shifting on the bed next to them – Reid looks at him, and it’s a rare occurrence to see Hotch unsure about what to do next. "Do you guys want me to leave, or…?"

Reid reaches out, strokes his hand over the side of Hotch’s face, pulls him closer.

"Go ahead," Reid whispers in Hotch’s left ear, letting his tongue flicker out lightly against his earlobe; Reid’s eyes lock with Gideon’s, never breaking contact. "Don’t worry about us."

Hotch glances at Gideon, who merely nods.

Hotch turns back to Reid – he takes Reid’s face in both hands, then leans in and plants a kiss on Reid’s forehead.

"Thank you," Hotch says quietly.

Reid feels the smile on his face radiate from deep within.

"You’re welcome," he answers, and spontaneously kisses Hotch back, on the lips.

Reid sits back on his heels on the bed as he watches Hotch swiftly get dressed – collar unbuttoned, for once, tie slung around his neck, pants more creased than usual.

Then Hotch glances back at them; and Reid doesn’t miss the wry smile on Hotch’s face and the brief, meaningful look exchanged between him and Gideon. And Reid feels a twinge, seeing the way Hotch and Gideon can communicate without having to say a word and yet still perfectly understand each other.

Hotch turns away and goes towards the door, barely making a sound as he lets himself out. The door clicks softly shut behind him, and Reid is alone with Gideon again.

Reid turns to Gideon, who has a vaguely satisfied expression on his face.

"Quite some night," Gideon says; there’s a twitch on the edge of his mouth and the grin shows in his eyes. "Wouldn’t you agree?"

Reid’s gaze drops towards Gideon’s erection; he shifts closer on the bed, watching Gideon’s face as he climbs on top of him.

"Yes," Reid replies with a teasing smile, "and it’s not over yet."

He mounts Gideon in a smooth movement, facing him; and Gideon inhales as his hard cock slides into Reid’s ass, the way already eased. Reid raises his chin and savors the full sensation of Gideon inside him.

"You’re right," Reid says, as he starts riding Gideon with quick, shallow strokes alternating with deep, hard ones. "It doesn’t change anything."

A smile flits across Gideon's face; his hands tighten on Reid’s buttocks and Reid feels Gideon thrusting upwards, hitting a deeper spot inside him each time.

"You didn’t," Gideon says, slightly breathless.

Reid tilts his head questioningly, bracing his hands on either side of Gideon.

"Hotch," Gideon continues. "You didn’t say his name."

Reid pauses briefly, and holds Gideon's gaze.

"No," he says, watching Gideon’s reaction. "I didn’t."

Gideon’s eyes lock with his and watching Gideon watching him as he fucks him after everything that has just happened is incredibly arousing – and he knows it is for Gideon as well because this time Gideon doesn’t last as long as usual, and when he senses Gideon is close to coming, Reid leans forward and kisses Gideon hard on the mouth.

Gideon grips Reid’s face with both hands, kisses him back fervently. And as he feels Gideon come inside him Reid whispers his name, Jason, over and over again, and in response he hears Gideon say hoarsely, just once – Spencer.

When it’s over and they’ve cleaned off the lingering traces of all they’ve shared, Reid plumps the pillows and wriggles under the sheets, pulling them up to his chest as he automatically curls up against Gideon. He feels a pleasant ache in his body, and now, comfortably settled in bed, he finally gives voice to a question that has been persisting in his mind.

"Jason," Reid says. "How were you so sure this was going to work out?"

Gideon gives him a sidelong glance.

"You mean, how was I so sure you wouldn’t freak out on us, or that Hotch wouldn’t report me for a completely inappropriate proposition," Gideon pauses, and then looks squarely at Reid, "or that I wouldn’t be so insanely jealous seeing you with him that I couldn't bear to go through with it?"

Reid halts. He never even considered the third angle.

"I can’t explain it," Gideon continues simply. "I just knew."

Reid smiles sleepily. He rests his head on Gideon’s chest, snuggling up against him; he feels Gideon’s arms go around him, holding him close. Reid closes his eyes, and before he drifts off to sleep the last thought that goes through his mind is, he’s just glad for all that Gideon knows.




- fin -

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