Title: Conducive to Sleep
By: theimpressionis
Pairing: Hotch/Reid/Gideon
Rating: R
Summary: PWP. This is for slashgirl for making me a fantastic icon. She requested Hotch/Gideon/Reid and Hotch tied up. Somehow that lead to: bondage, very mild D/s, delayed gratification and a wee bit of voyeurism. Goodness. Totally gratuitous smut.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: bondage, very mild D/s, delayed gratification and a wee bit of voyeurism.

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A quick shower and a distracted glance around his hotel room; Spencer was always amazed at how, no matter what part of the country the team went to, the hotel rooms managed to look identical. The same blandly tasteful decor, meant to resemble home, despite being furnished with furniture that appeared exclusively in hotel rooms. Relishing the feel of being clean, Reid padded around in a thin hotel towel.

He absently opened a nearby door- blinked at finding Gideon on the other side. Gideon looked just as surprised to see him.

"Sorry! I-thinking it was the closet!" Spencer was about to close the door but the look on Gideon's face stopped him. Lidded liquid eyes, the softness the face requires for the sensuality of desire. Spencer had suspected- unexpectedly confirmed, he wasn't going to wait for an invitation that would never come.

Spencer stepped forward and kissed the older man. Yes, of course, you only had to ask.

Pulled back to watch Gideon's eyes go from stunned to dark and hungry. Gideon kissed him this time, pulling Spencer to him. Hands slid everywhere as the kiss turned hungry. Spencer pulled back to breath.

"Gideon, I-"

"Jason."

"Jason." Warmth flashed in the dark eyes. A smile.

"We should. . ."

Something caught Gideon's eye, Spencer felt him stiffen.

Aaron Hotchner stood gaping at them from the other side of the room. How many doors did this room have?!

"Um. I was just going to say." Hotch swallowed. "Elle said. We should tell you that the side doors are connected. You might want to lock them. I. sorry," already spinning to flee.

"Aaron." Jason's voice, quiet, calm.

Aaron turned.

"Shut the door."

Aaron stared, stunned.

"Lock it."

Aaron wasn't sure what was crazier- that it was *Jason* telling him this, or that he was obeying.

"Sit down, Aaron." Jason gestured to a nearby chair. Aaron found himself obeying once more, leaning forward into Jason's palm on his cheek, arching at the thumb stroking down his throat. Had to close his eyes, opening himself to Jason's kiss. Sighing at the hand smoothing over his chest, Jason's fingers pulling off his tie.

Sitting stunned as Jason ties him to the chair; quick firm knots, his own tie binding one wrist, Reid's blue and gold tie trapping his other arm to the chair's armrests.

Oh, god. He's already hard.

Another demanding kiss and Jason is abandoning him to join Reid by the bed. Trying to kiss and strip at the same time; Reid's hands in the way of Jason's elegant fingers, fumbling at buttons and zippers.

Finally they are naked and the sight makes Aaron moan. Reid's hazel eyes are black with pupil when he looks up at him, lips swollen from kissing. Aaron wonders if they're only going to let him watch, wonders how he got so lucky. He may not be able to join in but he can look his fill. They looked incredible together; the contrast between the two men. Jason's spark-plug frame, muscular legs and strong, long-fingered hands. Dark hair on his chest trails into a dark promise that leads to a thick hard cock. Reid's long ascetic frame, the concise bones of a saint. So different from the mysteries of women but Reid's body has its own low hidden places; a hip to rest a palm on, prominent ribs for whispered secrets to hide. Watching them kiss was incredibly hot; Reid's soft hungry noises, Jason's long fingers running through Reid's fine hair.

The two men quickly retired to Jason's bed, barely breaking the kiss. Aaron was having a bit of trouble thinking of Dr. Reid as Spencer. He quickly changed his mind at the sight of the young man sucking on Jason's fingers.

The men returned to kissing, licking and biting at each others mouth. Reid, no Spencer panting, hands moving restlessly over Jason's broad back. Spencer kept glancing at him but Jason seemed to have forgotten his presence. Aaron wanted to see Jason's face, wanted Jason to kiss him again, like he owned the inside of Aaron's mouth.

From the sound of it, Jason was preparing Spencer, though Aaron couldn't quite see. The thought of those fingers disappearing into the thin body. . .

It isn't long before they are fucking; Spencer's legs over the older man's shoulders as the man thrusts into him, Spencer's eyes on him. Jason's low grunts and Spencer's moans. This may be the hottest thing Aaron has ever seen. Jason stills suddenly, shuddering and letting out a hoarse cry as he comes.

Spencer's head is thrown back, throat exposed mouth open to let out his own release.

They are both panting as Jason's pulls out, lies beside Spencer. For a horrible moment Aaron thought they might leave him there, while they drifted off into post-coital bliss. But Jason looked up and grinned wickedly: Aaron hadn't been forgotten.

But it is Spencer who comes to him. The sharp safety of his ribcage, bruises flowering on thin hips, the narrow line of pubic bone leading to his spent cock. Aaron wondered what it would be like to take it into his mouth- how long it would take the young man to get it up again.

His own cock is hard as a rock. Straining, desperate for contact.

"You want him to fuck you, don't you?" Reid's voice was distractingly husky. "Take you and fuck you- you'd love it."

He would, of course he would.

Hotch moaned.

"God- please, I." Touch me please, just.

Reid leaned over him, not quite touching.

"Now," came the rough whisper, and Aaron was coming, uncaring of the noises he was making, jerking from his body's ruthless pursuit of its own pleasure.

Aaron Hotchner sighed, content. He stretched out in his hotel bed, wondered idly if he should get up and clean himself off, reach out and turn the bedside lamp off. After a long day it felt good to relax in bed, even better after coming so hard he had lost track of time. It was too bad he had to do it alone, but he wasn't about to invite the men staying in the rooms next to him, even if he had been thinking of them as he touched himself.

The strange architecture of the room had lead to his fantasy. Presumably the original rooms had been much larger; they had an absurd number of doors leading to adjacent rooms. The doors had slim metal bolts over them for privacy; it was unlikely anyone could walk in accidentally or otherwise. Aaron blinked at a rap on one the doors, coming from Reid's side.

"Just a sec."

Aaron hastily wiped himself off and pulled on a pair of boxers.

When he opens the door, Aaron wonders if he looks at all like a faintly guilty man who just got off thinking about his coworkers. But Reid, peering at him from his side of the room- strange to see him in sweats and a faded t-shirt- seemed oblivious, flustered for some reason.

"Um, I saw your light on-I just wanted to say goodnight."

"Oh. Goodnight, Spencer."

Flicker of surprise at the use of his first name.

"Yes, goodnight," a shy smile and Reid was gently closing the door.

Aaron stretched and got back in bed, letting sleep take him.

Jason Gideon turned over, restless. He had heard Aaron's side door open, voices. It was probably just Spencer asking if he had an extra toothbrush or something about the case. His mind was interested in far more interesting scenarios, invented chances for the two men to do more than talk. How beautiful they would look together. His very married protege and the young Dr. Reid, young enough to be his son. Well, a little fantasy never hurt anyone, and Jason slid a hand inside his boxers.

Hardly conducive to sleep.

The phrase repeated itself in Spencer Reid's mind. He had wanted to talk with someone and Hotch's light had been on. Spencer hadn't been prepared, however, for his supervisor to be wearing nothing but boxers when he answered the door, and Spencer had to say goodnight before he said or did something he would regret in the morning. But the image of a shirtless Hotch was burned into his mind. He wondered if anything had ever happened between Hotch and Gideon; desperate sex in hotel rooms, stolen kisses in Gideon's office. The very idea sent a slim hand southwards.

End

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Next story in series - Relaxation Techniques.