Title: Relaxation Techniques
By: theimpressionis
Pairing: Hotch/Reid/Gideon
Rating: R
Series: 1) Conducive to Sleep
Summary: PWP. This fic is brought to you by the letters P for plotless and S for smut.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: bondage, very mild D/s, delayed gratification and a wee bit of voyeurism.

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It seemed strange to think of the BAU having an office party. The often grisly nature of their work seemed at odds with celebration. Or maybe that was the point. It was a small, understandably mellow affair, given the personalities involved. Most of the people hanging out came from different departments, and Spencer felt awkward trying to approach them. Instead he leaned againts a table and listened to Elle and Morgan gossip and crack jokes. They were drinking beer, a taste Spencer had never managaged to acquire so he stuck to drinking pop. Having never worked in an office before, Spencer wasn't exactly sure what was supposed to occur. He was beginning to think office parties were supposed to be slightly awkward affairs where people stared at strangers from other departments yet stubbornly clung to their own small cliques. Elle and Morgan were flirting- in that effortless, meaningless way that Spencer had never been able to master- when Garcia showed up and the Spencer tuned in to listen to the quips turn salacious.

". . .the hat girl?" His confusion cracked Elle and Morgan up. But Garcia smiled and tried to explain the "true deviant nature of office parties"; how they were supposed to be ripe with illicit drunken goings on, but usually just involved people standing around talking about how there was supposed to be drunken illicit goings on. While Garcia was dressed the way she did everyday, it was strange to see Morgan and Elle in casual clothes. The talk turned to their absentee supervisors; Hotch had dissapeared, presumably to his office, and no-one had seen if Gideon had arrived yet. They debated how to coax Hotch into the celebration, with suggestions ranging from power-shots to glowbowling.

"Guy needs to relax, he's probably wearing a tie," Morgan grinned.

He wasn't though; Spencer had seen Hotch on his way in, momentarily thrown by the sight of the man in jeans and navy T-shirt.

Garcia joked about playing Truth or Dare.

"Ooh, do we get to play Spin the Bottle too?" Elle was surprisingly sarcastic when she was tipsy. Cute in her blue tank top and faded Levi's.

Morgan caught him looking and smirked, "Hollywood wouldn't mind."

Spencer winced at Morgan's new nickname for him. Spencer had never played any of these games, but he knew what was involved. He managed to escape with the promise he would fetch Hotch and before any juvenile fun could begin.

Spencer strolled down the hall, stopping in front of Hotch's office. Gideon was probably here. If they truly were discussing a case, maybe he could warn them before Morgan caught them and tried to make them join in, or worse, try to get them to dance. Spence could imagine the two men, dark heads bent over a case file. Or maybe they weren't working at all. The image of Hotch, clad only in boxers, flashed in Spencer's mind. That image had been a happy component of Spencer's fantasies over the past week, and it wasn't hard to add Gideon to the scenerio. The door was ajar and Reid popped his head inside the office. And stilled.

Hotch and Gideon were standing toe-to-toe, staring at each other. It might have been a display of aggression, if Hotch hadn't reached out and stroked Gideon's cheek, brushed a thumb across his lower lip.

"This is a bad idea." Gideon's voice was hoarse.

"Yeah."

And they were kissing, tentatively, almost sweetly.

Hotch broke away suddenly. "I'm sorry-we shouldn't-" Hotch looked up and started at the sight of Spencer standing in the doorway.

The decision was already made; Spencer was closing and locking the door, and across the room and up in Hotch's personal space.

"You're different without a tie," he blurted and froze, wondered what the hell he was doing. But Hotch laughed, and it suddenly OK, it was good.

It got even better when Hotch pulled Spencer to him, kissed him lightly, teasing. A tongue flicked out to swipe at his lower lip and Spencer sighed, opening his mouth to let the dark-haired man in. Hotch deepened the kiss, caressing Spencer with his tongue and his hands. A hand slipped under his sweater, stroked up his spine. Spencer felt a body press againts his entire backside and had to moan; Gideon had joined in. Gasped when Gideon licked an ear, nipped gently. A hand around his waist, another cupping his ass. Spencer broke the kiss, breathing hard and turned his head to face Gideon. The man took his mouth in a deep kiss. God the man kissed like it was his god given right. "All that confidence had to come from somewhere," Spencer thought dimly. He was rapidly becoming unsatisfied with kissing, he had always admired Gideon's hands and wanted to feel them on his body. Hotch's dark eyes were black when Spencer turned back to his supervisor, licking and nipping at the older man's mouth. He slowly walked the man to his chair, never breaking the kiss. Had to nudge him againts the chair a few times before Hotch got the hint and sat, moaned when Spencer straddled him, using it as a chance to grind againts him. Hot mouth on his, another sucking and licking his neck, a hand stoking his thigh, another hand sneaking under his sweater, stroking his chest, pinching a nipple. Gideon's hand, Spencer realised, as the man helped him remove his sweater. He got distracted by the profilers mouth, and was dimly aware of Hotch's disapointed moan when he followed it, nearly rising, and somehow found himself sprawled on Hotch's desk. He wasn't complaining though, Gideon's solid heat over him, stroking a rib, licking his collarbone. Spencer was struggling to unbutton Gideon's shirt when the man reached down and undid Spencer's belt, unbuttoning his cords and peeling down his briefs. Spencer stilled when the man touched his cock, big hands stroking him, too light too slow, contrasted sharply with the hunger of the man's kiss.

They pulled back to breath and look up to see Hotch watching them, licking his lips.

"You want this, don't you?" Gideon asks Hotch, gesturing to Spencer with his head and it isn't really a question. Spencer wonders how he must look right now, mouth swollen from kissing, hard cock jutting out with his pants still mostly on. Whatever he sees, it makes Hotch move, because he's shucking off his pants and boxers. One man's heat replaces another and Hotch is kissing him, grinding into him. Spencer gasped at the feel of the other man's cock againts his hip. He's tempted to grind back, but grips Hotch's hips before it gets to be too much; he doesn't want this to end so quickly.

"I want to suck you" his own voice startles him and Hotch shudders.

Spencer scoots down a bit, and Hotch shifts to guide his cock to Spencer's willing mouth.

He licks the tip, swipes the beads of precome that have gathered there. Hotch moaned loud enough for Gideon to hush him.

"I'm trying to-Oh!" Hotch trailed off as Spencer took him inside his mouth, Hotch's throat working, biting back noises.

Spencer was just getting lost in the feel and taste of Hotch when the shallow thrusts stuttered and Hotch jerked, nearly choking Spencer. "Jesus that's cold!" Hotch turned his head and tried to glare at Gideon.

"Sorry." Gideon didn't sound very sorry. He is slowly preparing Hotch, just tracing a blunt slick finger over the tight pucker. Spencer pulls back, and after a seconds hesitation, lets Hotch's cock slide out of his mouth. He wants to watch and doesn't want Hotch to come before the real fun starts.

"I don't how well this will work- I mean, hand lotion?"

"It's fine, it's good," for once Hotch sounds impatient, greedy. The feel of Gideon's slick fingers over such a sensitive spot must be maddening.

"Just because it's called Lubriderm doesn't make it good lube." Spencer suspects Gideon is smirking.

"Just do it!"

The impatient tone gets results; and it's a damn good thing that Spencer is a certified genius because the sight of Hotch struggling to stay quiet as Gideon prepares him is killing brain cells.

"God-c'mon" Gideon is obeying, climbing up to join them on the desk, kneeling precariously behind Hotch.

Hotch's hiss signals that the older man is slowly sliding in, giving Spencer time to take Hotch's cock in his mouth again. Spencer wrapped his long legs around around Gideon's hips and the older man allowed him to control the pace, mindful of choking the young man. They are moving in tandem and it's incredible; Gideon is panting, Hotch is making low sounds, struggling to be quiet. Hotch jerks suddenly, teeth clenched and eyes shut and Spencer is swallowing sharp salty fluid. Hotch's spasms must have set Gideon off because when Spencer looks up he is draped over Hotch's back, panting. Spencer is desperately stroking his own cock, he needs to come, now. Spencer is dimly aware of Gideon guiding a limp Hotch to his chair but he's too preoccupied with his own needs to really pay attention. It takes him a moment to register Gideon's hand on his wrist, growling out "wait, wait."

Spencer reluctantly removed his hand from his leaking cock even as he anticipated the long fingers around his cock. But Gideon ducked his head, and to Spencer's amazement, swallowed most of his cock in one smooth motion. That was a sight he never thought he would see; his cock sliding in and out of Jason Gideon's mouth. Spencer looked up to see Hotch watching them; eyes wide and dark. Hotch opened his mouth and said "Dr. Reid?"

Spencer blinked. "Reid?" Spencer turned to stare mutely at Aaron Hotchner, standing at his office door. "Spencer?" Hotch is frowning now, concerned. Spencer stared at the office door, it was closed. It had always been closed, he had been standing out here fantasizing and the entire the time the room had been empty! Gideon strolled up to join them, curious. Spencer cleared his throat.

"They're waiting for you guys. I just came to make sure you weren't actually trying to work."

Hotch seemed amused. "No, I just had to take a call in Jason's office. Spencer nodded eagerly, don't look down, please don't look down.

"I guess we should go mingle," Hotch didn't sound entirely thrilled with the prospect.

"Right. I'm just going to visit the bathroom and I'll join you" Spencer hoped his smile looked genuine and he turned to walk carefully down the hall in the direction of the washrooms. Spencer had not so little problem to take care of before he could appear in polite company. The two men had looked perfectly innocent, but his aching cock reminded Spencer's brain that Hotch had his own phone. Spencer grinned. And he had thought the party wouldn't be any fun.

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Next story in series - Potentially Subjective.