DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS
A/N: This is a series of connected one shots taking us up to the Christmas season. Expect some slash and some whump and not many roaches or maggots.
Plus One Frankenstein.
The pre Christmas office party.
And I'm dreading it.
I promised last year when once again I went alone that this year I would bring someone with me.
I promised myself.
I promised that other person.
I promised my colleagues and so now am pretty much stuffed.
"What is this?"
And the invite is waved under my nose.
"Did you take that from my bag?" I frown and try to snatch it back again.
"Yes I took it from your bag. You can't keep secrets from me by stuffing them at the bottom of your bag. You should know that by now. Well? When were you going to tell me?"
I turn and walk to the kitchen. "I don't know. But I would have."
"You made a promise to me Spence."
And I know what promises mean to Floyd. I won't be able to back out of it.
"I know I did. I know." And I grab a couple of mugs and set them on the counter.
"Dr Spencer Reid plus one." His voice says in a low whispered tone. "Do you know how much I want to be your plus one?"
I pour coffee into each mug and add sugar to one of them. "We talked about this last year." I remind him.
"And you made me a promise." He slides his mug off the counter and places the invite next to the bread bin.
"Well then I know how much you want to be my plus one. You showed me last year. I remember every lick and nibble."
He sips his coffee and looks at me with those deep dark eyes. "You don't need reminding then?"
Right now what I need is a coffee and a sit down in my chair and so I give him a quick shake of my head, but he is watching me. Closely. "What?" I know he is after something.
"You don't want to be reminded?"
I shrug and glance at the invitation and then back at Floyd. "Can this wait?" And I walk by him and out into the hall and down the passage way to the lounge. He is right behind me. I can sense his eyes on my rear. Sometimes I find his constant watching disconcerting. Today however I am enjoying it. I slide into my chair and lean back pulling my feet up onto the leather seat. "You can read to me if you want." I say.
I am now watching him. I see the little flick of the eyebrows and I see the glance back down the hallway and I see his eyes wander over the books and then he looks back at me. "Read to you?" And I smile over the lip of my hot sweet drink.
"Please."
Now this might seem strange, and probably in a lot of relationships it would be totally out of place but Floyd and I both have the same problem – if you can call it a problem…a gift maybe. We can both read at an alarming speed compared to most people. This means that actually enjoying a book is really difficult and is why I enjoy graphic novels so much. I can force myself to look at each panel and allow my mind to sink into each picture and become part of it. I can't do that with words. However being read to and reading aloud is different and so this is something we both do. I read to Floyd and he reads to me. We lay with our eyes shut and permit the words to slowly sink in. We paint our own pictures and enjoy the story as it should be read. Today it is his turn to read to me.
I watch him pull a coaster over and place his mug down and then get up and move to the books on the shelves. Now it is my turn to watch him. I love the way he stands when he is thinking. Feet together…hands by his side but not touching his body and his head tipped slightly to one side. I don't know if this is purposeful posture but I find it quite beautiful. As I slide silently from my chair I watch him lift a hand and run a finger along the spine of the books on the shelf. Some ancient leather bound volumes and some small paperback novels. I know he is concentrating. This is the only time I can ever sneak up on Floyd.
When my finger touches the back of his neck he releases a funny little sound…almost like a sigh, but carries on with the book search.
"I thought you wanted me to read to you."
I lean forward. "I do." I say into his ear.
"Well Spence I am going to find it quite distracting if you have your tongue in my ear." He says as I kiss him gently on the side of the neck. My arms move around so I have a hand resting on each of his hips and slowly he drops his hand from touching the books and turns to face me. His face is so close to mine that his lips are touching mine and as he licks his lips he runs his tongue in the gap between my slightly open mouth. "I think you need to relax before I read to you." He says. And I feel his hot breath over my skin as he pushes my hands away from him and places his on that soft bit of flesh just above my hip bones.
"Relax." He says breathing onto my collar bone and then running his tongue over my skin which is tingling with anticipation. "I like you best when you smell of soap." And that mouth of his is exploring and moving over me in greedy licks and gentle bites.
"We can easily fix that." And my hands have moved up and my fingers are laced at the back of his head twisting in his thick dark hair.
"It might be easier in the bathroom." He moves his hand up to my chest and pushes me away. "Fancy a shower babes?"
We stood in the middle of the bathroom floor and firstly I undid his shirt buttons and kissed his front from navel to neck and then he did the same to me. I know I let out little gasps of pleasure as his lips moved over my skin…as his teeth played with my nipple...and as a hand started to pull at my belt. I listened to the way his breathing changed and the deep controlled breaths became quicker and harder….
-o-o-o-
I tugged at the belt and pulled it away from Spencer and then with quick practiced fingers I undid the buttons on the waist band. He's lost weight again. Not that I mind. It makes undressing him easier and his clothes become looser. "You've lost weight." I tell him anyway. So he knows I've noticed. He likes me to notice these things. It's an illusion that I give a shit. Which maybe I do…maybe I don't. He doesn't need to know really as long as I keep the illusion that I care up. He doesn't answer me though – not really…not in words…his answer comes in his hands moving down my back and pulling my shirt off me down my arms and to the floor. Then those hands move up my bare back. Just his fingertips…moving slowly. Moving quickly. Drawing circles and patterns. Spelling out words, but all the time barely touching me…
As he slowly pulled my clothes away from me I placed my hands on his shoulders and turned him so his back was to me. I can then pull off his shirt and play my tongue over his back. Moving over his shoulder blades and down the knobbles of his spine. I can feel him tremble in my arms as he steps out of his pants and lets my mouth explore further down…my hands moving over his thighs. "Shower." I whisper…and my voice is deep and lust filled and I feel his skin quivering under my touch as he moves forwards my hand moving now up his sides and onto his shoulders, pushing him forwards and under the warm water.
I reach around and pluck the bottle of soap off of the small shower tray and quickly squirt some into my hand…for about five minutes we stand in relative silence. I soap his back and shoulders and then turn him around and he stands and lets me soap his chest.
"Turn around." I say onto his wet skin and he does. "Hands on the wall" I watch as he does what he is asked and I can see a slight shake or shiver as he does it and it excites me all the more. "This is why I need to be your plus one Spencer." My hand moving over him and my fingers start to explore and probe….and I feel him tense then relax and his muscles twitching and jumping as I feel him and love him with my hands.
Slowly with my guidance he moves down so he is kneeling I love this…I love this game…I move in now…hard and with no more preparation and he loves it…I know that the squeals and moans are because he loves every damned bite and punch and thrust and movement. I can hold him with one hand and work him in time to my body….and I can use my other hand to scratch and pinch slide over his shaking back.
-o-o-o-
We spend the rest of that evening just lying on the bed. I read Frankenstein to him lying on my back…and he is on his front propped up on his elbows kissing my chest and nibbling at my skin…but he won't be able to put me off……
"Spence!"
"yuhu?"
"I thought….babes…Spencer!" I put the book down and stroke the back of his head and gently push him downward feeling those lovely lips coming in contact with my skin. "I'm trying to read." I attempt to sound pissed off with him.
"I'm not stopping you." And he licks me.
"You….babes….you….I cant!"
He turns his head slowly and looks at me. "Floyd. I've been thinking."
"That's nice….just do though…no thinking…." I try to manoeuvre him back again.
"No, no wait…I was thinking. Do you want to be my date at the office party?"
"Show me how much you want me first…"