Derek wasn't particularly proud of what he was going to do but his family needed the money. It made him feel even more ashamed because it made his college experience that much easier. He was a senior year athlete and not only the star but also the captain of the college football team. He stood at the door of his first dorm room in years dressed in dark jeans that managed to hug his muscles without being tight and a white vest that clung to every contour of his upper body. If you stood close enough you could see a thin sliver of chocolate skin. So he was laying it on thick. Subtlety was not a useful tool when dealing with the shy and repressed.
The ripped man tried to open the door but found it locked. He fished his key out of his pocket and opened it. Spencer looked up and stopped breathing. He had never seen such a... man in his entire life. He was clean shaven and bald and his body made the young genius swallow audibly.
"Where can we put these?" James asked Derek.
"In that general area," Derek pointed to his side of the room. Spencer had already taken up camp on the other side. He watched as a group of young men brought in suitcases and trophies and proceeded to pack away clothes and put up posters. He was developing an instant dislike for this sculptured man.
"Derek Morgan," he crossed the room and extended his hand.
"Spencer Reid," the younger man answered, turning a page in his book (and his concentration).
"Can I get some warmth with that?" Morgan kept his hand extended. Reid took Morgan's hand and shook it. He was never one for outright hostility. Reid's eyes widened as Morgan swiped a thumb across the back of his hand. "It's nice to meet you Spencer Reid," Derek smiled.
"It's uh nice to meet you too," Spencer pulled his hand back like Morgan had burned him. Hell he looked down to check if that wasn't in fact what had happened. Nope, the heat he felt had no physical cause other than the touch of Derek Morgan.
"I hear you're the resident genius," Morgan sat on Reid's bed.
"That explains a lot," Reid mumbled.
"Excuse me?" Derek leaned closer.
"Nothing," Spencer said in a quiet tone. He saw now why Derek Morgan would leave the fraternity where he was worshipped to live in a dorm room. He'd heard of a lonely kid who could do his work for him.
"Not much of a conversationalist, are you?" Derek mumbled after a stretch of silence.
"What do you want us to do with this?" James held up some bound papers.
"What is it?" Derek squinted at the document.
"It's our roommate agreement," Spencer answered.
"What?" Derek asked with a surprised chuckle.
"Laying down the ground rules for living together now limits future misunderstandings," Reid explained the logic.
"Read that," Derek instructed James. After thirty seconds of boring legal terminology Derek instructed James to skip to the good part.
"No roommate may have an overnight guest without notifying the other roommate of such intentions at least six hours prior to allow for accomodation arrangements to be made," was the last sentence James read before Morgan stopped him.
"That is insane," he said plainly.
"It's perfectly reasonable," Reid argued, "If we stick to it we won't have any of the problems other residents have with their roommates."
"And if we don't?" Morgan asked, visibly more curios than antagonistic.
"Section C lays out the punishment levels one to four for a breach of the rules corresponding with each level," Spencer looked to James.
"What's the punishment for a level one breach?" Morgan wanted to know the worst thing he would be signing up for.
"The transgressor would have to move out of the room within thirty one days," James read.
"If I sign that you'll have the power to kick me to the curb," Morgan widened his eyes.
"That works both ways," Reid pointed out. Morgan knew deep down he would regret this but waved James over and signed the papers anyway. He thanked the boys for sorting out his room and sent them on their way.
"Tell me Dr Reid," Morgan sat on Spencer's chair, pressing his chest against the back of it causing his legs to open wider and his crotch to be centred in the open gap below the support, "How else are you planning on restraining me?"
Spencer's heart fell to his stomach and his cheeks turned pink as he pictured the scenario: cuffing the strong man to his bed. His eyes fell to the bulge between Derek's legs and his face heated up even more when he pictured the other man's cock. Morgan made a show of putting his hand on his crotch, mortifying Reid like he'd never been before. "I'm sorry, I, uh," the young doctor let his hair fall to hide his face, "I'm going down to the physics lab," he jumped off the bed and headed for the door without looking at Morgan again, "I work on the mathematical aspects of Dr Gideon's projects," Spencer explained. Why? Because he couldn't shut his mouth when his pulse was two hundred beats per minute.
Derek watched the younger man leave the room hastily with a smile on his face. It was just so cute. Spencer didn't go to Dr Gideon. In his hurry he'd left his satchel and any notes he had for the man. And there was just no way he was going back in there while his roommate was still awake. Derek knew his roommate would be gone for a good long while so he started going through his things, mostly a mountain of books. He looked for the most worn and made mental notes to read them. There was a picture of Spencer and his mom. The young doctor looked no more than ten in it. Derek estimated ten years without updating a family photo, interesting. His wardrobe didn't have a single primary colour. There was a box of magazines behind the shoes (which were either sneakers or some type of durable leather shoe). Knowing there was no reason to hide The Annals of Medicine in a box in the closet Derek dug deeper. At the bottom of the pile he found skin mags, male skin mags.
"Guess I know who you like to play doctor with," he smiled, "Your right hand."
Reid's posters were of supernovas and universal ratios and all the other stuff you don't expect to see hanging on a dorm room wall. There was a bottle of lube in his bedside cabinet and a sealed box of condoms that contained three rubbers. Reid also had every colour pen under the sun, a box of yellow pencils but no erasers other than those that came attached. There was a pile of detailed notebooks on the broadest category of subjects Derek had ever seen anyone have specialised knowledge in. "Fuckin' A," he replaced them. Spencer's bedding was navy and beige, just a couple of shades from the black and white of old prison uniforms. Derek stripped down to his tight black underwear and lay on his side in bed with Reid's copy of The Illustrated Man.
Spencer spent the day at the library reading about tax law. He needed something to slow his heartbeat to a crawl. At ten he thought it would be safe to go back to his room. Morgan would probably be out with his friends by then. That was a miscalculation on his part. He walked into the room to find Morgan on his back in close fitting underwear. His face was buried in a book and Reid took the opportunity to look at his exposed body. He didn't know which part to concentrate on: his legs with their taught muscles or the tight rippling abdomen, the pectoral muscles Adonis would envy or big strong arms. The substantial bulge between his legs arrested the young man's attention. Heat pooled in Spencer's abdomen. A gust of wind slammed the door shut, pulling Derek's attention from the book and returning Spencer to his previous state of mortification.
"I'm so sorry," Spencer felt like such a dick, "I don't usually do this. In fact I never do this."
"It's okay," Morgan said casually, "I'm on the football team so I get it. Guys get curios about other guys' junk," he pretended not to know why Reid was looking, "I'll show you mine and you'll show me yours. Get the testosterone out of the way."
Reid was embarrassed that he actually considered that. His conscience reminded him that he didn't want to see Morgan's penis to compare and then he wanted to kick himself for considering taking advantage of the other man's ignorance. When he looked up to lie about why he couldn't participate in such an exercise his jaw fell to the ground. Derek was kneeling on his bed with his briefs mid-thigh. His cock was soft and resting against his balls but it was still a solid five inches.
"Fuck," Spencer felt himself harden. The curse falling from the doctor's lips caused blood to rush to Morgan's dick. He pulled his boxers up and covered what was happening. "I don't feel comfortable with this," Reid fiddled with his belt buckle.
"I'd be a little worried if you did," Derek smiled. Spencer took a breath and undid his belt. He'd never done this with the other boys. He took another breath as he pulled his zip down.
"I can't do this," he put his hand on his crotch like it was already exposed.
"Verbal agreements are binding you know," Derek smirked. He enjoyed seeing Reid flustered.
"I didn't agree! You didn't give me a chance to respond," Reid protested.
"When you didn't avert your eyes from my exposed cock agreement was implied," Morgan said coolly. Spencer couldn't argue with that one. Heat flooded his face as he thought of Derek seeing him as he stared openly at his shaft. Spencer closed his eyes. He pulled down the front of his underwear, exposing himself. Morgan looked at the plump, pale member. "That is a pretty one," he commented. Reid's penis had the perfect colouring, the girth was even all over and it looked like he'd never had foreskin. It was around four inches and growing before Derek's very eyes. As soon as he'd heard Derek's words Reid quickly tucked himself back into his pants, where his erection continued to grow and embarrass him as it pressed against his slacks. Derek's erection was well on its way to being obvious even to the distracted Dr Reid. They were both breathing heavily.
"Are you into guys?" Morgan asked.
"Yes," the answer left Reid's mouth without his permission. Derek stepped off the bed and put his hands on Spencer's narrow hips. Reid looked up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, such innocence. One of Derek's hands circled Spencer's neck, the other palmed his dick through his underwear causing Spencer to let go of his pants. As Spencer's slacks pooled around his ankles Derek reached into the pale man's underwear. Reid grabbed his hand before it could make contact.
"Kiss me," he looked at Derek with those eyes again, "I want you to kiss me first."
Morgan pulled his fingers from Reid's underwear and put that hand around his back. He pulled the slight frame to him and kissed the pink lips softly. Reid's kiss was warm and shy. How had Morgan not known he liked pretty young shy things till now? He deepened the kiss, pressing into Reid with measured force. Spencer was delicate. Morgan's hand slid to cup Reid's ass. The young man moaned into his mouth when he squeezed causing Morgan to grind his hard member into Reid's. Slowly, giving Spencer time to stop it should he want to, Morgan's hand made its way into Reid's underwear again.
Spencer's head fell back when Morgan gripped his cock. He stroked and twisted with a firm hand.
"Oh God," Spencer cried out the name of a deity he didn't believe in as Morgan sucked on his pulse. He wrapped his hands around Morgan's neck but they became limp as he was lost in the sensations caused by Derek's skilled hand. Reid's every nerve was a live wire, his heartbeat was hammering in his ears, there was a fire in his belly, indescribable pleasure from the friction on his dick and a heavy tightness in his balls. Derek rotated his hand so he could touch Spencer's balls then work his way up his shaft.
"Derek," Reid mewled as his dick jumped erratically. Morgan pumped harder and faster, squeezing the head. Reid made a garbled sound as he shot hot, ropey white strings onto Derek's stomach. His head dropped forward and he moaned into the dark, broad shoulder almost like he was in pain. "What did I just do?" Reid asked himself out loud when his head stopped swimming.
"Thank you, my self esteem needed that," Morgan threw Reid a look out of the corner of his eye as he pulled a towel from his closet and wiped his stomach.
"I'm sorry but I hardly know you," Spencer dressed in a hurry, making his way to his side of the room, "It wasn't supposed to happen like this," he pulled his go-bag out of the closet.
"You can't plan every detail of your life," Morgan went to stand in front of the door.
"I only ever meant to plan the important ones," Spencer sighed.
"You like doing things in the right order," Derek surmised, "I never meant to disrespect that. Guess I should have known you were a by the book kind of guy," he scratched his bald head.
"It's not that," Spencer threw his hands up in frustration, "No one's ever... touched me... intimately before," Reid fiddled with his shirt buttons, his voice managing to sound both embarrassed and sad.
"Oh man," the towel fell out of Derek's hand, "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise, you didn't know," Spencer shook his head, "I'm gonna spend the night with a friend, get some perspective."
Morgan just nodded and got out of the way. He wanted to say something but what could he possibly say right now? He watched Reid leave then sat on the floor with his head in his hands. He thought he was going to distract a college kid and lets face it most of them are just looking for an excuse but this Spencer Reid was something else. Derek was no longer sure about what he was going to do because now he knew that whatever he chose would hurt good people who didn't deserve it. How had his easy payday turned into blood money in less than half a day?
