Hey guys! This one I think is only going to be a two-chapter fic because I wanted to try my hand at a cliché short story for the fun of it :P Still there will be sex because sex at it's worst and best is still awesome when it comes to these two, so keep that in mind for the next chapter haha

So are you ready for a drunken Spencer and a flirty Derek? Cause I am!

Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable characters, they belong to CBS.

Warning: This fic is rated M for language and sexual content.

Chapter One:

Spencer watched from across the bar while Derek flirted with some chick whose skirt was too high and shirt was too low. These women (if you could call them that) were much too bold. Always whisking Derek away so that they could grope and grind. Now they stood next to the dance floor, both holding drinks, laughing like a couple of hyenas.

Spencer downed the vodka shot in one hand before taking a swig of his beer in the other. He hated the burn that went down his throat, but it was a lot better than dealing with this sober.

Derek was bisexual, which speaking in terms of chances for Spencer, was great. Spencer had only found out about it a week ago, and even in that amount of time had forgotten the one thing about being a bisexual male…

They can still like girls.

It was even more frustrating because Spencer had been the one who invited Derek out for drinks. But apparently that didn't come with any sort of etiquette attached to it.

It wasn't that Spencer was lonely. Four girls and two guys had already tried picking him up. But he politely declined. He didn't want to be talking to anyone other than Derek.

The girl Derek was talking to stretched a hand out and grabbed his arm lightly, laughing at something he said. Spencer made a mock laughing face and chugged a good half of his beer, signaling to the bartender for another shot. He was sure that if he got shit-faced Derek would let him stay over at his place. He always did if he was concerned for Spencer's well being.

Unless he was bringing other company home tonight.

Spencer pushed the thought from his mind and downed the next shot as soon as it hit the counter. No point in not trying. He thought grimly.

Spencer sat, sipping the rest of his beer slowly. He knew that his body didn't handle alcohol very well so the two shots one right after the other and the one beer before this would be more than fine.

He was startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder but relieved when he saw it was Derek. No girl accompanying him. Good sign.

Derek sat down beside him.

"Where's your friend?" Spencer asked. He could feel the alcohol hitting his system and suddenly the music was too loud.

"I told her I wanted to come talk with you." He said, flashing a smile.

"And she was just okay with that? Weren't you going to take her home?"

Derek shook his head. "I wasn't interested. I'd rather hang out with you."

Spencer snorted. "You didn't seem to have an issue with it an hour ago."

"Sorry, man." Derek said, reaching out and ruffling Spencer's hair. "I wanted to get my groove thing on and you didn't." He laughed.

Spencer mumbled something that couldn't be heard over the music.

"What?" Derek half-shouted.

"I said you looked really good out there. Dancing I mean." Spencer made a little awkward motion with his torso to signify dancing.

Derek laughed again. "You should've come! Plenty of girls out there would've danced with you."

Spencer shrugged. "I can't dance, and I don't like girls so neither of those things are very appealing to me." He laughed.

Derek cracked up. "Touche, man. But seriously, I'm sure you can dance."

"Hell no." Spencer giggled.

"What do you mean 'hell no'? Everyone can dance!"

"Not this guy." Spencer pointed to himself.

"I'm gonna make you dance." Derek grabbed for Spencer's wrist.

"No!" Spencer squealed and pulled away. Oh god, here it was. He hated this part of being drunk. Hearing all the stupid things that come out of your mouth and not being able to stop them.

"Come on, pretty boy! You're gonna dance weather you want to or not."

Derek somehow successfully managed to get a squirming Spencer off the barstool.

"Derek, this really isn't a good idea. I can't even feel my feet." What? Yes you can! Why did you say that?

Derek just laughed. "Yeah, you look pretty haggard."

"Haggard?"

"Drunk, sloshed, hammered. Take your pick. You look it." Derek laughed, but still coaxed a stumbling Spencer onto a spot near the middle of the dance floor.

"Deeeerreeek, everyone's hitting me!" It was true. There were a mass amount of people bumping into him, but Spencer just wished he hadn't whined like that.

"Just relax." He said and turned Spencer so that his back was pressed against Derek's chest.

Derek's hips started moving back and forth and Spencer just giggled.

"I-I can't! I told you I can't dance!" He laughed.

"Just stop squirming and let me move you." Derek laughed too.

"You've already moved me! All the way from the barstool that I was happily inhabiting!"

Derek laughed again and put his hands on Spencer's hips, moving them in time with his own.

Spencer relaxed some and let his motions be guided by Derek's hips and hands. He couldn't deny it felt good, Derek pressed up against him, lining every part of himself up to Spencer. It was warm and it was comfortable

It was also a shameless turn on.

By the end of the song Spencer thought he had a pretty good idea of how to do it. How to move his hips in time to the music.

He started to pull away but Derek held on. "You're not going anywhere." He laughed in Spencer's ear.

"But Derek, I really don't think-"

"Stop thinking and dance."

The next song that came on had a faster beat. It took Spencer a couple seconds to get back into the rhythm of it, but eventually he stared moving of his own accord, letting himself be guided but not needing it. He pushed back harder against Derek and he heard the other man laugh quietly.

After a little while Spencer really got into it, dipping and bending and blatantly grinding his ass into Derek's groin. Hell, if he was going to dance like this with Derek he was going to milk it for all it was worth.

Derek's hands began to move. Spencer felt them go from the top of his hipbones to the side of his ass. They moved inward, his fingers stretching down between Spencer's thighs as he pulled Spencer closer and ground his hips up.

Holy shit did that feel good!

Too good.

Spencer pulled away quickly. He wasn't going to let himself get hard while Derek's hands were so close to his…

He gulped, turning back to Derek and giving him an apologetic look before practically running off the dance floor back to the barstool he was sitting at. His half-drunk beer was still sitting there and he took a hefty swig.

At least, he hoped it was his beer.

He jumped when he felt the hand at his back, though he knew whom it belonged to.

"Are you okay, pretty boy?"

Spencer swallowed. "Yeah, fine. I told you I couldn't dance."

Derek laughed. "You seemed to be doing just fine. You should dance more often."

Spencer laughed too. A little hysterically.

"Are you sure you're okay? Cause if I was going too far out there-"

"No. No, it's not you. I think I'm just… tired."

"That's what you get for drinking yourself silly."

Spencer laughed again, but this one was forced.

"Here I'll take you home."

Spencer didn't want to go home, he wanted to go to Derek's house.

Okay, just make an idiot of yourself and he'll invite you over.

Standing quickly, Spencer made sure to wobble just the right amount before practically falling on his face.

Derek laughed and helped pick an embarrassed Spencer up.

"Okay, buddy. Let's just try to make it to the car."

Spencer stumbled his way out the door and through the parking lot, clutching onto Derek's shirt for balance.

The sad part is that I'm not making it that much worse… Spencer thought and then proceeded to laugh at himself.

"What's so funny?"

Spencer continued laughing. "Nothing! It's not even anything!" He kept laughing all the way to Derek's car. Derek joined in with him a bit, more than likely because Spencer was making high pitched squeals in between every laugh.

Spencer leaned his back up against the side of the car while Derek fumbled with the keys, trying to get Spencer's side open first.

"You're like, my best friend!" Spencer laid his head back on the roof of the car. "Did you know that?"

Derek laughed. "You're mine too, buddy."

"Really?" Spencer pushed himself up off the car and stared wide eyed at Derek.

"Yeah, man." Derek smiled and opened the door waving Spencer to get in.

Spencer made to get in, but after one step his legs gave out. Derek caught his elbow and gently guided him into the car, laughing.

"Whoa, pretty boy. You really are drunk."

Spencer's face flushed and he mumbled a soft 'thank you'.

Derek got in on the other side and looked over at Spencer while starting his car up.

"Maybe you should come stay at my place, so I can keep an eye on you."

"Okay, sure." Spencer shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, trying not to show that he was really excited.

Derek started to pull out. "Sorry about leaving for a while with that girl." He said.

Spencer shrugged. "Really, it's no big deal."

"I just feel bad that you were by yourself." Derek pulled out of the bar's small back parking lot.

Spencer shrugged again. "I had people come up to me and try to talk to me or pick me up, but I wasn't really interested."

"Really?" Derek looked over at him briefly before turning back to the road. "So, you could be having sex right now, but you decided to hang with me?" The question was phrased more like a statement.

Spencer laughed. "Yeah, I really don't need sex to be happy, you know."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well," Spencer fidgeted a bit. "I don't really like having sex with strangers, you never know if they have diseases or anything. Plus, most of the people who tried to actually bed me were women, and they don't interest me. And it's not like I had a lot to begin with, and I guess it's been long enough that I don't really require it as a stress release anymore. I don't really have a use for it."

There was a long silence that followed and Spencer was really wishing he hadn't said anything.

"You don't require it as a stress release? Spencer, in our job, stress release is something we all need."

"I didn't say I didn't have any other form of stress release. I just said I don't use sex for that purpose… anymore."

"What do you use then?"

Spencer shifted his weight and looked out the window. "I read."

"You read? Spencer that's not enough! You're going to explode if that's all you do to get rid of the tension this job brings."

"I am not. That's a ridiculous notion."

Derek sighed and shook his head. The car was silent for a few minutes more before Derek spoke up again.

"What did you mean by 'it's been long enough I that I don't really need it anymore'?"

"What do you think that means?"

"I'm just curious."

Spencer sighed. "I just… It's been awhile okay?"

"How long is 'awhile'?" They came to red light and Derek looked over at Spencer who was trying to avoid his eyes.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Come on, man. You can trust me."

Spencer laughed. "It's not a matter of trust, Derek." He was starting to feel less and less drunk now that he was sitting. The world still seemed a little distorted, but he wasn't having urges to say stupid things.

"What is it then?"

"It's just… It's just embarrassing, okay? It's a long enough period of time that I don't like talking about it."

"You know I wouldn't judge you." The look Derek was giving Spencer seemed sincere.

"I know that. But you can wink at practically anyone and have them falling into your lap. I can't. So it's more difficult for me to find sexual partners."

"Oh, yeah?" Derek winked and then sat back smiling.

It took Spencer a second to realize that he was referring to the first part of what Spencer said and that the wink was just to mess with Spencer's head, even though at that particular moment Spencer could have very easily fallen into Derek's lap.

The car ride was silent for another few minutes while both of the inhabitants thought over what had been said.

Spencer sighed. "One year, seven months, twenty-one days."

Derek didn't answer right away and Spencer thought maybe he hadn't heard him.

Just as well. Maybe it's better he doesn't know.

That hope was dashed when Derek spoke. It was soft and Spencer wasn't sure if he was supposed to have heard it.

"Jesus."

Spencer snorted. "It's not that bad."

"That's an awfully long time."

"I know." Spencer sighed. "What was I supposed to do though? Go to a gay bar and throw myself at the most willing man? I'm not like that."

"No, I know." Derek said. "But still, that had to be tough for the first while at least."

Spencer shook his head. "Not really. Like I said, I didn't have much sex before anyways."

Derek shrugged. "Still,"

Spencer just nodded. It didn't bother him so much that he hadn't had sex in that long. How was he supposed to keep up a healthy sex life when the team was traveling so much? He didn't have a partner like JJ, or a son to keep him occupied like Hotch, and he couldn't have detached sex with strangers like Derek and Emily, and Rossi, well, Spencer wasn't sure what Rossi did with his 'stress' but Spencer would really prefer not to know, because Spencer, of all people, couldn't un-know.

They pulled into Derek driveway and the car was shut off but neither moved, both lost in thought.

"Thanks for letting me stay tonight." Spencer mumbled after a few minutes.

"Sure. Anything for you, pretty boy." He winked again before getting out.

Spencer didn't like the idea of swooning, but as he unsuccessfully tried to make it to Derek's door without falling, he was pretty sure his wobbly legs weren't from alcohol.

Alright, there you go! I'm hoping I'll have the next chapter up within 30 hours or so :P

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