Not me having thots about Hotch having super detailed and intricate tattoos that cover both of his arms and connect to each over over his shoulder blades/back. They stop a little below his elbows, so they're super easy to hide under his suits (even when he rolls his sleeves up a little).
But then the team are called in for an emergency case. There's no time to change into proper clothes--they have to grab their go-bags and meet at the jet. And he's walking on in a dark blue button-up, the top two buttons open, the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and black jeans. And everyone is staring at him.
For a moment he's puzzled, setting his bag down under his seat before his eyes widen in realization. He let's out an exasperated sigh before sitting down, already feeling the headache coming on from the questions that are sure to bombard him. And, of course, they do. Mostly from Derek and Penelope, actually.
Derek is shocked. "Hotch, man, I didn't know you had ink! How long have we known each other?"
Penelope is practically vibrating in her seat (she's coming with, her own outfit a bit eccentric for a case), "Oh my goodness! What do they mean? How many do you have? Wait, can I have a closer look?"
The only people who are silent throughout the whole ride are Rossi and Reid. Rossi because he already knew about the tattoos, and he's mostly just shooting Hotch an amused look from over his file.
Reid, however... Reid is speechless. Eyes tracing over every bit of exposed skin, trying to map what might be hidden underneath the shirt. Trying to piece together the puzzle of black ink that permanently marks Hotch's skin, wondering what it all means. He doesn't notice that Hotch catches him staring (more than once), nor does he realize how his face has flushed a pretty rosy red the longer he imagines how far those tattoos go along Hotch's back. Do they curl over his ribs? Do they go down his hips, his thighs?
His fingers twitch. The urge to trace along those thick lines, to feel every inch of skin that is marked forever by an artist who spent hours (days? weeks?) laboring over their work, perfecting every little detail--it makes his skin tingle.
And then they're landing in Colorado, and Reid has no clue what their case is about, blinking back his embarrassment for having not paid any attention to his team whatsoever. He swallows, adjusting his satchel over his crotch as he walks out after Emily. Thankfully he can read over the case on the way to the precinct. Unless he ends up riding with Hotch--because he isn't too sure his imagination will let him focus otherwise.
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okay but what about hotchreid boyfriends during elephants memory and how spencer understands on a personal level everything that happened to owen, and aaron understands spencer in ways deeper than in canon. aaron who dropped him off at the meeting at the top of the episode, proud of how well spencer is doing, who hates how intensely the case is affecting spencer and he can't do anything but find owen and stop him.
hotchreid boyfriends and the micro arguments they have during the case. the personal edge in aarons voice when he says 'reid' after spencer said a sharp comment to one of the leos
hotchreid boyfriends and the 'oh, you're punishing me? 'no, im using you' and how this argument hurts them both, how aaron understands spencer's anger, how he still has to be professional and keep things together, and be hard on spencer too. how spencer feels unheard and frustrated with the one person who's supposed to be in his corner, how he still, under his anger, understands why aaron can't be.
hotchreid boyfriends during the standoff and how aaron's heart stops when spencer walks up to owen, no vest and gun holstered, how fear takes over all of his senses but he still has to be in the situation, the love of his life directly in the line of fire.
hotchreid boyfriends during the standoff and how spencer knows that aaron is right behind him but how he can't think about that, how he can't think of the risk he's put everyone in because he has to believe that he can do this, that he can get through owen, how he'll never forgive himself if this backfires and aaron and everyone on the team end up hurt.
hotchreid boyfriends on the jet home and how they're the first ones on board and aaron immediately pulls spencer into a bone crushing hug, holding him so close he can't take a breath, how he whispers 'don't do that again' and spencer promises not to, how he explains that he didn't want to see a child die in front of him again and aaron tell him that he's keeping count, that he isn't like owen, that he's good at the job.
hotchreid boyfriends who go to sleep that night in each other's arms, aaron staying over at spencers place, how he tucks him against his chest, heartbeat steady under his hand.
“No,” Tony shakes his head, “We’re not doing this.”
“Doing what!?” Peter demands, exasperated, “What is it that we cannot do?”
“This, us,” Tony sighs, “Kid, you have to understand. I’m not made for you. You’re meant to go out and find someone your own age, who doesn’t have drinking problems and isn’t mentally unstable. You deserve better than me, Pete.”
“I don’t want anything better, Tony,” Peter narrows his eyes, his chin jutting up, “There isn’t anyone better out there for me. I want you.”
“Kid–”
“Stop calling me that,” Peter growls, “I’m twenty-five fucking years old. I’m not that sixteen year old you met all those years ago. I’ve grown up and I know what I want. And I know what you want, too.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want, Peter,” Tony tells him sadly, “And you being twenty-five now doesn’t lessen our age gap.”
“Damn our age gap, then!” Peter cries. He reaches out for the older man’s hands and pulls him closer so that their faces are only inches apart. “Damn what anyone else has to say about us and damn what you think I want. Because I want you. How many times do I have to say it?”
“Until you realize what a mistake that is,” Tony whispers. He grazes his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone and down to the corner of his lip. Peter shudders and closes his eyes, leaning into the touch, “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”
“I think I do,” Peter smiles lightly, he takes a few steps closer and backs Tony into the wall. And then it all comes stumbling out, “You think I’m adorable when I’m mad. You want me but falsely believe you cannot have me. You feel overwhelmed that I exist.”
Tony blinks, his eyes searching Peter’s face, “What, are you reading my non-existent diary or something?”
Peter laughs breathily. “I know you don’t remember telling me those things. But drunk words <i>are</i> sober thoughts.”
With a deep swallow, Tony sighs, “You got me there, kid.”
“Tony, I said to stop calling me kid,” Peter practically whines.
“Force of habit,” Tony shrugs.
“Okay, then for now on you’ll be Mr. Stark again. I’ll add in a few sirs here and there, too. You know what, maybe I’ll even call you da–”
He’s cut off by an abrupt but welcome crash of the lips. Peter hums and instantly melts into it, his hands finding Tony’s defined biceps. He takes it one step further by pressing Tony closer to the wall and opening his mouth, welcoming the older man’s tongue. Tony seems hesitant at first but doesn’t take too long to start exploring Peter’s mouth as if it’s his last day on earth.
Heat races up and down Peter’s body and everything within him buzzes for more. More of Tony, more of them, together, as one. Involuntarily, his hips thrust into Tony’s, but the pleasure that follows isn’t anything he’d give up.
Tony pulls back just slightly, their foreheads pressed together, “Peter–”
“Shut up,” Peter demands through gritted teeth. He pulls Tony back into the kiss, and Tony lets him. Peter feels Tony’s hands travel down to the back of his thighs before he's suddenly hoisted up so that his legs are wrapped around Tony’s torso.
“Couch,” Peter pants between kisses. Tony obliges and walks him over to the couch, not breaking the kiss even as he sets Peter down onto his back.
Peter uses his legs to squeeze Tony in closer and his hands on the older man’s hips to guide them into steady thrusts. Tony and Peter’s moans are twisted together in a sort of harmony.
“God, kid, you’re perfect,” Tony gasps, “So beautiful. Breathtaking.”
Peter flips them over and Tony is sitting up with Peter on his lap. “Just for you, sir,” Peters smirks, satisfied when Tony’s entire body jerks in pleasure at the title, and dives in for more.
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