Hello there! Chapter two :D I'm on tumblr as torajune28!

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Chapter Two: Pretty Sure

DMSR

"This isn't weird, is it?" Derek questioned breathily, his lips against Spencer's neck and his fingers moving further inside of Spencer. "Maybe I should stop? You did say nothing kinky… Or was that extra?"

The brunette gasped and arched his back as Derek reached a nice spot. "Hahn, n-no-" he whined.

"Good," Derek said, digging deeper into the brunette. He licked a line down Spencer's neck and moaned as Spencer arched into him. "I wouldn't want to displease you."

"I thought…I was the one getting p-paid, hah, De-Derek, more!" The doctor pleaded, his hands holding Derek's shoulder blades with a death grip.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I was told at the beginning of our session that I can't do more than a little fingering." He punctuated the sentence with a curl of his fingers. "And if I recall, you were the one who told me that, weren't you?" He bit down on Spencer's neck.

Spencer groaned when that spot was hit again and a rope of white shot out of his tip. He was milked and milked until there was no more and then shot onto when Derek came a short while later and pulled his fingers out of him. Derek smiled down at Spencer before kissing his forehead and rolling off of him.

"You didn't stay in character," Derek murmured into Spencer's shoulder.

The brunette yawned and shook his head with a fond smile on his face. "I tried to. You didn't make it easy. I know you were holding back."

Derek nodded and pulled Spencer closer. "If I didn't we might have gone a little further than you're ready for."

Spencer hummed, snuggling into Derek's chest. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Spencer. You don't have to apologize for us taking things slow and taking precautions so you don't end up injured." Derek kissed Spencer's hair and rubbed up and down his back soothingly. "I'm capable of patience."

"Could have fooled me," Spencer joked, taking Derek's hand from his side and interlocking their fingers between them.

"Ha-ha," Derek rolled his eyes and listened carefully to Spencer's heartbeat. It took him a second to realize that it matched his and he smiled before closing his eyes. He couldn't have imagined this is where he'd be this time last year. In fact, he's a little ashamed to admit that last year late January he had two girlfriends and a few more sex friends.

"Probably not the right time," he told the sleeping brunette, "but I'm pretty sure I love you."

DMSR

"Any plans with the lady today, Casanova?" Emily was biting into an apple as she twirled in her seat and asked Derek.

"If I do I'm sure as hell not telling you three," he replied with a cutting smirk and a wink. JJ whined with a nudge at Garcia and the now dark headed computer whiz fake swooned.

"Chocolate bunny, you know that I'm missing this woman I don't know. And when I say missing I mean 'insanely jealous of'." She crossed her leg over the one that was resting on the edge of Emily's chair.

JJ turned towards Spencer and placed her hands together in a begging motion. "Spencey, you've had to have heard or seen something you're not telling us! You dudes always talk about the women you're seeing or messing with!" She walked towards him and leaned on the edge of his desk, looking directly into the eyes of the deer caught in head lights. "She's serious. You know something, don't you?"

"I-uh-"

"HE DOES!" Garcia screeched, jumping off the desk and honing in on the boy genius.

"I don't!" Spencer replied in a voice just as shrill, if not shriller.

"Oh! OH! His voice always gets higher when he lies!" Emily pointed her finger accusingly at him from her chair where she looked eerily similar to a villain.

"Tell us what you know, mortal." Garcia nudged her glasses higher onto her face and sniffed haughtily. "We do not agree with how ye has treated us. Doth bestow what thou knoweth."

Spencer chuckled at her broken Old English and shook his head. "I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to, guys. I'm sorry."

JJ narrowed her eyes at him and nodded. "Oh, I get it. It's the 'guy code'-" her fingers made the quotes motion mockingly, "-Will likes to use as an excuse on his poker nights."

Prentiss folded her arms and scooted her chair closer to the brunette. "Fine. I won't spill my juicy details to you. Ever again."

Morgan shook his head at the women's antics and smiled towards Spencer as he made his way down the slope. "I'm sure she really means 'gory details'. We all know you're a freak, Emily."

With JJ's sharp intake of breath and Garcia's snickering, Emily blushed before turning around and promptly ignoring the fact that she was now everyone's teasing victim.

Once their paperwork had finished, Emily and JJ snuck off to Garcia's lair, discreetly and hopefully completely undetected.

"Come in, ladies," Penelope said after two knocks sounded on her door.

"Hey, PG," Emily greeted, taking a seat on the desk that held her computers below.

"Has he done anything suspicious?" JJ immediately asked, taking the spare comfy chair and adjusting it so her feet touched the ground.

"Hey, hey, I just started picking through his things, give me a second."

Emily shrugged, a guilty look crossing her face. She tapped her fingers against the tabletop in shame. "Maybe we shouldn't be spying on him-"

"We technically aren't," Garcia concluded. She tapped on her keyboard before speaking again. "I'm just watching his car, it's not like we're following him. Maybe she's a coworker and that's why he's keeping it a secret! Think about it!" She turned in her chair and adjusted her glasses, the excitement filling her. "We could catch them going home together! Or maybe even a little impromptu romp in the backseat."

"Garcia!" JJ snickered, crossing her legs. "We're not stalking him or anything. We could be watching his accounts and phone records… but we're not!" She assured at Prentiss' incredulous glare. "I promise I'm not." JJ pointedly looked towards Garcia.

The dark haired woman gaped, holding her arms out in surrender. "I'm not either!"

"Oh, there he is," Emily said, feigning no interest but looking carefully.

"Aww, it's just him and Baby Genius," Penelope pouted. They saw both men walking together until they hit Morgan's SUV, then separating at the trunk and getting into the car on each respective side.

"Derek's been doting on Spencer lately," JJ pointed out.

Garcia nodded, her pinky in her mouth, her left hand holding her head up. "He has. Especially after Spencer got shot in the arm last year. His older brother instincts took over to the max."

Emily's eye twitched as the SUV pulled out of the parking lot, her brain working at a few hundred miles per hour. Could… uh, no no probably not. I mean, it's Morgan and Reid. They're not… are they? She bit her lip and turned towards the girls to join in the gossip. She couldn't say anything yet, she didn't have enough proof.

DMSR

Derek stared at the objects in Spencer's hand with poorly disguised wonder and reverence. He watched as the contents went from one side to the other as the brunette's hands worked their way up and down the first thing, the other threaded between long fingers. His throat was feeling a little dry and he cleared it before swallowing audibly.

Spencer smirked, licking his lips and knowing the effect it would have on the older man. He walked over to Derek and sat next to him on his couch, setting the bottle and the other object in his hands on the coffee table. As Derek watched them, Spencer watched him and moved closer to whisper in his ear.

"Lisa suggested it," he said.

Derek swallowed loudly again and nodded.

"I thought it was a good idea, and… I'm thinking you do, too."

Another nod.

"Should we go ahead and do it n-"

"Yes," Derek interrupted, his voice husky already. He wrapped an arm around Spencer's waist and the other around the bottle and thing, pulling both up with them.

They walked to the room with the flavored, edible lubricant and the dildo in hand. There wasn't even a warning for the doctor when his pants were dropped and he was plopped unceremoniously onto the bed. He let out a rush of heated breath and shook his head to clear it as Derek flipped open the lid of the lubricant and tossed the dildo onto the bed beside him.

A generous amount was squeezed into Derek's hands and Spencer watched in fascination as Derek rubbed them together to warm it. When the dark hands hit his cock he wasn't sure how to react. Of course, he wanted this, so bad. But Derek was always reluctant to give him head. He sat up to protest but the older man's stare shut him up fast.

"I'm fine, Spencer. I promise."

The doctor nodded and waited, closing his eyes so it would be completely unexpected. There were hesitant touches to it, his breath hitching at the sweet caresses, and then gasping when a tongue came out and darted across his head. He keened as the tip was taken into the hot mouth, then popped out again.

There was a minute or two of this and then he was taken in deeper. He almost brought his knees together but Derek's head was between his thighs and he didn't want to squeeze it too tightly. He failed when a lubed hand found its way to his balls and eventually his puckered hole. He tensed when a finger breached him and then relaxed when it wasn't uncomfortable. Another finger was added quickly and he arched his back as Derek took him deeper.

The fingers were pumping now and Derek was bobbing along his length. He couldn't keep his eyes closed anymore and opened them only to meet dark brown eyes that were blown wide with lust. They seemed to be staring at him, asking for permission and he nodded hesitantly. Derek grinned and pulled his fingers out, grabbing the thin, purple dildo lying next to Spencer on the bed. The lube was still uncapped and he squeezed more into his hands. He covered the top half in it then returned to Spencer's hole, slowly sliding in and out until it was dripping with the lubricant.

"Are you okay?" The brunette bit his lower lip and nodded with a small smile on his upper lip.

"I am."

Derek nodded and slowly sunk the object in, a whine coming from Spencer as he clenched and unclenched against the pressure. A low moan escaped as it was pulled back out and he licked his lips, almost sitting up to pull Derek on top of him. "K-kiss me?" He asked, and the darker man buried his face in his neck, licking a line from his chin to his apple. He gasped and felt his stomach tighten, letting out a "Coming-" before actually doing so. Derek managed to pull away in time, the dildo still going though and the brunette pushed back on it as he rode out his orgasm.

Derek's cock was suddenly in his hands and Spencer quickly brought him to completion while tasting himself on his lips. Their taste mingled and he reveled in the thought of that. Next time he'd have to let Derek suck him off, then suck Derek off, and have a nice make out session afterward.

No guarantee on the next chapter. I am having to individually type EVERYTHING down again... Ughhh