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Morgan always feels his bravest when he has Reid and Hotch at his back. Together they are stronger; as a team they are quicker, smarter, better.

That’s not the reason that Morgan is glad to have them there when he comes home at night.

When it’s late (or when it’s early and they’ve been crossing state lines all night) there’s nothing that compares to stripping down to his boxers and crawling into bed with the pair of them. Reid sleeps in the middle, alternately curled into a tight ball or spread out long and gangly depending on what kind of day they’ve had. Morgan presses up tight against him on one side with Hotch loose and relaxed on the other. In the dim half-light of their bedroom, similar thoughts run through all their minds: blood and death, the ache of lost lives. Even the success stories in their line of work all start with at least one lost soul. Maybe there is no such thing as a happy ending.

Quiet and careful, Hotch hushes them as if someone had actually been speaking. He runs his fingers through Reid’s hair, but his gaze connects with Morgan: it’s easier to comfort Reid, because he’s able to take it, but it’s meant for them both. Morgan can sleep easy with that knowledge, lost in the heat of their skin and soothed by the gentle rhythm of their breathing. In the quiet of their bedroom, the real world seems a long distance away. Work can wait. Death can wait. The only thing that won’t is sleep.

(Source: futur31ove)

25 Ship Drabbles [x] | Bonus | Hotch x Morgan x Reid

[Warning: smut]

As he watched Morgan and Reid sleep in the bed next to him, curled around each other like there was nobody else in the world, he felt a pang of guilt for the way he’d underestimated the two of them. He’d known about them for months, believing they’d just been involved in a casual, albeit monogamous sexual relationship. When the three of them had tumbled into bed, he hadn’t been prepared for the way they interacted.

At first it had been the three of them; needy thrumming bodies helping each other and themselves extract pleasure. Although both were evidently experienced with men, even if it was only each other, they didn’t fault Hotch’s hesitant exploration. He hadn’t been with a man since the experiments in college Haley hadn’t just tolerated, but had orchestrated.

It was after they’d got Hotch off several times and he was lying back lazily that he got to truly witness the depth of their relationship. The kisses were tender and gentle, the touches familiar and sure. While Hotch had worn a condom when fucking Reid, Morgan didn’t, and without explanation Hotch understood how significant that was; it was clearly a deliberate decision they’d made as a couple.

A couple. That’s what they were, Hotch realised as he stretched out next to them under the sheets of the bed that was easily large enough for the three of them. He was almost certain he’d heard Reid whisper ‘I love you’ when he had his face pressed into Morgan’s neck. They hadn’t started off in an embrace, but as sleep took them it had seemed to be second nature to them to mould into each other’s shape.

He wasn’t sure if he was jealous. It certainly wasn’t that he was jealous of either of them specifically; this might add another layer to their friendship but a friendship was what it was. He considered that seeing them together really just compounded for him that he didn’t have what they had any longer, all he had were memories of holding Haley, of looking at her the way Morgan and Reid had looked at each other. He closed his eyes and fought the way the feeling pulled at his mouth, legs brushing Reid’s as he drew them up in his attempt to get comfortable. The sleeping genius snuffled and Hotch cracked open an eye in time to see Reid turning over into Morgan’s chest, felt him intertwining his legs with his lover’s.

Hotch exhaled slowly and tried to clear his head of thoughts of his team mates so he could sleep.