In the BAU there was a golden truth that one did well to live by, Dr. Spencer Reid is a card-shark. As long as you were aware of his propensity to put a casino into the red until security caught onto his presence, and played your own budget accordingly, things usually went alright. After all, as a magician, he was a natural entertainer.

That charismatic zest and four glasses of aged scotch had brought Hotch to the current situation, and he was kicking himself in the ass for it. That was only partly true, actually. After all, he had been planning on surprising his lover of about nine months for a while now, sure he had hoped on waiting until at least the one-year mark, but since when did life go according to his personal plans?

"I see your visit with your brother and raise you a visit with my mother."

Aaron had been wanting Spencer to meet Sean for a while now, since it was apparent to him that this would relationship was the next chapter in his romantic life, and potentially the last chapter of it… dared he hope! He wanted Spencer to meet Sean and Jessica, but he was having a hard time bringing up that idea, even more difficult was the idea of actually doing it, in both scenarios he was sure he would be drinking. Never in his 44 years did he ever think he would come out of the closet. He thought his show wife and show life would be it…

"You must have a pretty good hand…" Spencer whispered, the erotic way he used his words drove Aaron's hard-on and own hubris to think he'd win the draw. He really did make a stupid drunk. With a proud smile he laid out his hand, three of a kind, aces. It was a good hand, hell, it was a great hand. That's when he saw Reid's smirk.

"You just couldn't pull that other ace, huh?" He started putting his cards down, first up was the Ace of clubs, then came a Jack of diamonds, Aaron gave him a funny look. Had he really won…? Then came the Queen of hearts, then the suicide-King of spades, and a ten of diamonds. Aaron's face faltered, apparently he'd be springing for a trip to Vegas. "My mom's really been looking forward to meet my lover. I already told her all about you, and on her lucid days, she's been really happy to hear about you."

That smug smile… Aaron glowered, or maybe he pouted, his brow furrowed as an idea struck him and as it did, he pounced Spencer. Pulling the gaggle of spidery limbs over the back of the couch and into the cushions on the front half, his lips made quick contact and they were making out within an awkward three seconds of Spencer adjusting to the sudden change in altitude.

Needy sounds of "Hnn" and "Ohh" and "Ahh, ohh, right there don't you dare stop…" filled Aaron's apartment that night as he mentally crunched the numbers to his paycheck into including tuition for Jack's private kindergarten classes, groceries, insurance, mortgage, and a round trip for two to Vegas. He had it figured out pretty quickly, it meant he'd have to put in three extra hours at work a week to meet it comfortably without pulling anything from his savings. Since he already tended to put in ten extra hours of overtime that he never banked on, he was certain he would be in the black for the month, as long as he didn't play cards with Spencer for money at least.

Spencer had been the one to insist on paying for the hotel room, which had surprised Aaron, he wanted to pay for the impromptu trip, but he understood that certain dynamics of their relationship left Spencer prone to feeling unequal if he just continued to take Aaron's kindness and never offer up any of his own. Spencer's adorable if uncharacteristic comment about him not wanting Aaron to be what Morgan called a sugar-daddy had practically sent Aaron to the floor in a giggle-fit. At 44 years of age, a seasoned FBI agent who faced serial killers down professionally was giggling like a little girl, barely keeping himself elevated off the floor at the mentions of being a "sugar daddy" which he was pretty sure was an archaic term even if Spencer didn't quite realize it.

He respected Spencer, and appreciated his offer to help lighten the load, so he had let Spencer pick and pay for the hotel. He had suspected it to be some off-the-strip place that Spencer would have known about from living in the area, a nice, but inexpensive budget motel or hotel, the kinds they stayed at when they travelled for work. What he expected and what he was greeted with when he entered the coordinates into the rental car GPS were quite different. Spencer had given him an address, not the name, but upon pulling up to the swank hotel he had to wonder just how much card sharking Spencer had been doing on the side, and if Morgan had had to sell any of his properties or if Spencer was targeting innocent civilians too. Then again, it was possible for the young doctor to just have that money on the side from his academic tours. Rossi did fairly well on the lecture circuit, even if he did focus more on writing books instead. Aaron had just always assumed Dave's big paycheck was because of the books, but looking at the hotel maybe the lecture-circuit was more lucrative than he thought.

"3131 Las Vegas Blvd S," Aaron had typed in, "I'm surprised you wanted to stay on the strip. You usually hate to."

"This place has a spa, it's pretty good for relaxing. Oh, plus, they have a sports bar." Spencer smiled as if he had made some rare find, when Aaron pulled to the left to greet a valet for the Wynn he looked at Spencer.

"This can't be the right…" Spencer was unrolling the window before Aaron could finish his thought.

"Reservation for two, should be under the last name Reid." Spencer over-spoke him to address the valet and smirked at Aaron successfully. "It isn't like you had to fly us in first-class, so don't pretend that this is show-boating. The rooms here are amazing." Spencer had leaned over Aaron to pop the trunk. A well-dressed bellhop gathered up the luggage as Spencer and Aaron slid out of the car.

Walking around to be closer to Aaron and the doors, Spencer threw his arm over Aaron's shoulder as he waltzed into the place, the confident air around him was uncanny. For a moment, Aaron revisited the idea of Morgan putting a second mortgage on one of his houses after all.

The Reid Party, as the two were called, were directed to a Panoramic Suite, "For the record, I have a running credit for the restaurants here and the room, so after we settle in want to get dinner?"

Inside the hotel room, Aaron just looked around in disbelief. The suite was nicer than his house and he had a nice house. "Spencer… what's this about…?"

Spencer started to blush, "You think it's too over-the-top…?"

"Well, it's nice… I just don't want you to think you had to go so overboard…"

"But I do!" Spencer was looking at Aaron, then looking away blushing, he buried himself into the couch, pulling a pillow to his chest to hide his blush, "I was hoping to have this discussion after dinner at soonest."

Aaron sat down next to him. "What conversation…?"

"…The one where I profess my undying love and proclaim this to kind of be my interpretation of a honey moon." He looked down, "I mean, I know I should technically propose first, but realistically, with our jobs we can't even fill out a domestic partnership form let alone get married in DC without raising 37 separate red flags."

"Wait… you mean this is your idea of a…"

"…Oh god, you don't want to, do you?" His voice was shrinking and he was up out of the couch making fast strides for the bathroom, Aaron luckily had a little more speed, he managed to wrap his arm around Spencer's waist.

"I never said that. What I want to say is that I'm glad you're on the same page. I want to come out to my family about us, do you think I'd do that if I wasn't dead serious about this? About us?"

Spencer looked up and into Aaron's eyes, the crashing tides of relief evidence in twin amber oceans before Spencer leaned in and stole a kiss to go along side Aaron's stolen heart and breathe.

"So when should we go visit your mom?"

"Let's have dinner, amazing sex, and contemplate that in the morning, we do have all week for you two to visit with each other, and I don't want this moment to end just yet." Spencer leaned back from his snare around Aaron's shoulders to contemplate, "On second thought, I don't need dinner if you don't. Want to skip it? That or we can order room service in a little bit… I think amazing sex fits in better right here."

"Sounds like a plan…"

End.