Inspiration is lacking and stress his high. Enjoy this piece of F/R fiction ;) Takes place about 'Omnivore'
Touch Me, Darling.
When Spencer Reid walked into his apartment with a long frown and an even longer stride, Foyet knew it had been a bad day 'at work', and he knew exactly what that meant.
"Com here," Foyet sighed softly. Spencer obediently did so, even if he would have ended up his those warm arms anyways. Foyet's hand traveled down to Spencer's hips as he rested his head against his bare chest. Closing his eyes and blinking back imaginary tears, he let Foyet's hands travel up and down his sides, gently caressing his thin, pale body. Once again, he found himself thinking of how disgusted his team would be with him if they knew what he was doing outside of work, but at the same time, he honestly couldn't find it in him to give a damn. No, not when….
Oh.
"Damn it!" Foyet hissed. Reaching for the phone sitting on the opposing nightstand, he viciously pounded on the 'end' button and threw it against the well. "Sorry," he grumbled.
"It's fine," Spencer breathed, his eyes closing again. He snuggled closer to him as he said, "I ignore work calls with you, and I'm glad that you do the same with me." He allowed himself to be warmed by Foyet's embrace, relishing in the small touches Foyet provided before they momentarily paused back on Spencer's sides. "Hmm, I love your curves," he murmured as he buried his face in Spencer's sides. Spencer gasped as Foyet's lips grazed across his skin, leading in a messy trail up Spencer's midsection until they mercifully reached his lips. Smacking them fiercely against Spencer's earned him a deep, lustful moan from his eager lover.
When Spencer started reaching for his shirt buttons, though, Foyet let go of Spencer. "Not now, Spencer," he whispered. "We'll both regret it."
"I know," Spencer sighed, "but god…" His breath was exasperated, shaky even.
"Slow down," Foyet warned. "I don't know what happened to your team- to you, even- and I know we both agreed not to talk about work at home, but it's obviously got your head wrapped around it," he started. "I don't want to know, because I refuse to break the promise, but please, don't force your body into this now. It's exhausted, and to be frank, I'm sure you are emotionally, too." Foyet breathed in Spencer's matted curls, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the seriousness of the situation. He felt Spencer strategically placed his hands back on his body and replaced the air around him with Foyet's lips. He kissed him long and passionately as his body trembled. Foyet immediately caught hold of Spencer's hand and forced him back down on the bed.
"Spencer, please," Foyet begged. "You need to sleep-"
"I need to be touched," Spencer groaned, desire dripping from his voice.
"How about we compromise?" Foyet sighed. "I keep touching you until you fall to sleep, alright?"
Spencer hesitated before Foyet could feel his head nodding. "Fine," he agreed.
Spencer relaxed as Foyet lowered both of them onto the bed. Making sure Reid had his head rested on the soft pillow and his body was covered by the blanket, Foyet crawled underneath it and started running his hands up and down his boyfriend's slim sides. They would wander off-coarse every once in a while and hit his stomach or thigh, but those moments seemed to only cause his lover more pleasure. Finally, Foyet felt Spencer go limp in his arms, and only then did he allow himself to close his own eyes.
~* Touch Me *~
Just a little something I wrote while trying to get inspiration. If you liked this, I do suggest my F/R multi-chap, because it will explore more of...um…that side of their relationship *Smirks. Thnx for reading!