Holy man balls! I a m so sorry for taking this long! I got my computer privileges (I guess you'd call them) taken away and I only got them back today. Jeeze I hate parents sometimes. I feel so bad! And I hope not too many of you stopped following because of it!
This chapter is basically fluffiness - there will be slash later not to worry - because my brain was feeling fluffy and so fluffy it will be. There's also a lot of dialogue, I know, so I'm sorry if it's not super descriptive, I just wanted to give you guys something and this is what my brain spider spun.
I really hope you enjoy and I will be getting another chapter out soon.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I only own the plot.
Warning: This fic is rated M for language, sexual content, and some gross puking times (they're not very bad though)
Chapter Two:
Spencer woke the next morning alone and freezing. At some point he had kicked the blankets to the bottom of the bed - probably during a hot spell – and hadn't brought them back up. Teeth chattering, he clambered across the bed and grabbed the comforter before tugging it up to his neck and bunching up as small as he could go.
After a few minutes, Spencer heard the door to the bedroom open. Peeking up over the covers he saw Derek walking into the room with a tray in his hands.
"Are you serious, Dewek?" Spencer asked and then made a funny face. "Why id my node plugged?"
Derek laughed and stood on the spot for a moment. "That has to be the cutest thing I've ever heard."
"Shaddup." Spencer sat upright and experimentally closed off one nostril at a time, trying to see if he could breathe out his nose.
Derek shook his head and put the tray on the side table. Spencer turned almost immediately. "Id dat coffee?" He asked making a grab for the cup, but Derek held his wrist.
"Slow down, kid. I don't want you to be intentionally making yourself sick."
Spencer gave him a give-me-a-break look.
"I'm serious, Spence. You're stomach is already unhappy. If you're going to drink the coffee you have to promise to take it slow."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
"And you have to eat the toast as well."
"Dewek, I don't eben like eading breakfast."
"I know you don't, crazy person. But I think it would be best if you did."
Spencer rolled his eyes. "I can'd believe you broughd me breakfast in bed."
"I wanted to look after you." Derek shrugged.
"Bud I can ged up and ged id myself."
Derek sighed. "How's your stomach feeling?"
"Bedder." Spencer said, taking a tiny bite of the toast.
"Let's just see if you can keep that down."
Spencer ate the whole piece of toast and then looked up at Derek. "I don'd wand adymore."
"That's fine." Derek said and sat on the bed next to him. "I hate to see you like this."
"Thad's why I wanded do go home."
Derek laughed. "I mean sick, Spence."
"Yeah, I know whad you meand." Spencer sat for a moment before giving Derek a shy look. "Could you ged me a Kleenex?"
Derek stood and went into the bathroom before emerging with a box of tissues and setting them on the side table.
"Thanks." Spencer said, but before he could take one, Derek leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't a fleeting peck at all, Derek's mouth fully assaulted Spencer's and after a few moment's, Spencer had to physically push Derek off of himself, coughing.
"Dewek, I can'd breathe!"
"Sorry," Derek grinned sheepishly.
"You're gonna ged whad I god."
"I'm not too worried."
Spencer grabbed a tissue and blew his nose a few times. "So much better." He said, and then smiled when his voice was relatively normal.
"Good." Derek smiled too and leaned in for another kiss but Spencer dodged it.
"I'm serious now, Derek. You're going to get sick."
"I don't mind." Derek said, trying again.
"That's ridiculous!" Spencer let himself be kissed but pulled away quickly. "Come on, Derek." He said as Derek moved forward again. "Not right now."
"But I wanna mess around." Derek said in a husky voice.
"Derek, I really don't feel good."
"Fine." He pouted, sticking his bottom lip out.
Spencer laughed and then reached for the coffee cup and took a sip. Immediately he sat it down and made a face. "Ew."
"Aw, come on. It's not that bad." Derek defended.
"No it's not the coffee." Spencer said. "I think it's my stomach."
"What do you mean?"
"I think I'm… I'm gonna-" Spencer eyes got suddenly wide and he threw himself towards the bathroom. "Don't follow me!" He called over his shoulder.
Of course Derek didn't listen and Spencer found him rubbing his back as he threw up into the toilet again.
"It'll be okay, baby." Derek said soothingly.
"I hate this." Spencer gasped.
"Well, I would consider it strange if you liked it." Derek laughed.
"I can't believe coffee upset my stomach."
"Is that a good example of irony?" Derek laughed again, trying to lighten Spencer's mood.
"Shut up, Derek." Spencer growled as he began dry heaving.
"We should get some water in you." Even though Spencer couldn't see Derek's face he could hear his voice lined with concern.
"I don't want water."
Derek sighed and evidently decided Spencer could have his way since he didn't protest or make to move away.
At that moment, Clooney pranced his way into the bathroom, tongue aloft and wagging his tail. He made a beeline for Spencer and began licking his exposed back.
"Clooney," Spencer said feebly. "Don't."
"Come on, boy. Leave Spencer alone." Derek tried to move Clooney away, but the dog moved to the other side of Spencer so Derek couldn't reach. He gave Derek a smug look before licking a stripe up Spencer's face.
"Ew! Clooney! Stop!" Spencer cried before wretching again. Clooney just whined and pawed at Spencer's leg.
Spencer stood and flushed the toilet, then moved into the bedroom.
"Are you done?" Derek asked, following him and thinking it was a very speedy recovery.
"I think. If I'm not, I'm only wretching anyways." He flopped on the bed and flicked the TV on.
"Can I get you something?" Derek asked.
Spencer hated asking things of Derek. He really did. Derek was always happy to do anything but it still filled Spencer with guilt. His mom used to tell him that that was his problem. He had such a guilty conscience and was so worried about inconveniencing someone else, he rarely asked for what he wanted.
Spencer pulled his knees to his chest and shyly tucked his face in them.
"Can you maybe grab me the first Star Wars movie from the living room?"
"Sure thing baby." Derek smiled and disappeared for less than a minute before returning and placing the disk in the DVD player. He than made his way to his side of the bed and snuggled up to Spencer, letting the kid throw his legs over Derek's lap and snuggling his head in Derek's neck.
Spencer had fallen asleep before the first half-hour was over, but Derek stayed put so as not to wake him. Derek really didn't mind the Star Wars movies. In fact, he found them kind of interesting. When Spencer had found that out, he remembered the huge grin that had spread across his face before he had asked, "How many people know that?"
It wasn't that Derek had been embarrassed about that fact, but he had made a big deal about teasing Spencer his fascination with it in front of the team so he had muttered a quick, "Don't tell."
Now, sitting here with his arms cradling a sleeping Spencer while Clooney lay beside him on the bed, Derek realized how happy he truly was. Not that he hadn't thought of himself as happy before, it was just that right now, in the midst of his boyfriend being sick, he was still happy.
No, Derek thought. Happy isn't exactly the word.
He decided content was more the feeling. The reason for this was that he was concerned for Spencer's health – even though he hadn't been using dilaudid for a few years now the drug still affected his overall wellness sometimes, Derek had seen it at work over the years – and he spent his work days catching awful people, so happy seemed somehow wrong. But content was exactly what this was. He was content with his world.
When the movie ended Spencer was still zonked out, so Derek slowly repositioned Spencer so that he was lying on his side and then carefully removed himself from the bed. He really didn't want to wake Spencer. He knew that if Spencer took a nap or slept at anytime during the day that meant he needed it, especially when he was sick. Spencer had once come into work when he had a cold and fallen asleep at his desk for nearly three hours. No one had wanted to wake him because they had just come home from a hard case the day before. That, and the fact he looked so peaceful and cute. Garcia had taken a ton of photos.
Derek remembered it so clearly and now, as he walked to the kitchen for something to eat, it seemed odd that they had only been dating for such a short period of time because they already knew so much about each other.
That's what comes from working with profilers. Derek thought as he grabbed a handful of nuts and contemplated the kitchen. Especially one you've worked with for so long.
Spencer and Derek had liked each other much longer than this month, and they'd both known it. They had hung out and talked and laughed before, like they were in a relationship without the physical aspect. The only reason it had taken so long to advance to this stage was that neither of them felt like it was the right time.
Derek smiled as he recalled that night at Spencer's house when he had first kissed the younger man. He remembered Spencer's eyes growing wide and his soft, "What are you doing?" He'd asked before correcting himself and saying, "What are we doing?"
Derek had smiled and simply said, "Will you be my boyfriend?"
Now that Derek really thought back, Spencer had never actually said he would be Derek's boyfriend. He had thrown his arms around Derek's neck and welded their lips together.
Derek remembered whisking Spencer up and carrying him to the bedroom. Derek had imagined sex with Spencer a million times before that, but it had been so much better. Spencer had known exactly what he was doing and had basically blown Derek's head off while simultaneously ridding Derek of the ability to compare it to others. Derek had very seriously told Spencer that it had been the best sex he'd ever had and Spencer had laughed before agreeing.
Derek shook his head, smiling at the memory, and then moved to the computer room. He had some things he should probably do while Spencer was sleeping so that he could be fully attentive when he woke.
It was around five when Derek heard the small clearing of a throat behind him. He turned to see a dark eyed Spencer in a pair of Derek's boxers and one of his shirts. The shirt was huge on him and Spencer was tugging at it a little nervously.
"Hey, baby boy. You have a good sleep?"
Spencer nodded and then moved to sit on Derek's lap, snuggling his face into the older man's neck.
"Thanks for watching with me." He mumbled.
Derek laughed. "Anytime, babe."
Spencer snuggled closer. "I love you, you know that right?"
Derek smiled into Spencer's hair. "I love you more." He mumbled.
"Don't turn this into a competition Derek." He paused. "Cause I'd win."
"You think so, do you?" Derek laughed.
"I know so." Spencer kissed Derek's neck, reveling in the taste. "I slept a long time." He murmured.
"You needed it."
"Yeah," Spencer lifted his head to look in Derek's eyes. "But you must've been lonely."
"I was fine, Spence." Derek leaned in and was happy when Spencer returned his kiss enthusiastically. Spencer was the world's best kisser. His mouth would form an 'O' shape and he made little sucking motions and noises. Derek knew that if he'd ever be given a chance, he could probably get off just on kissing Spencer.
When Spencer pulled away he had a deep flush in his face. Derek gently swiped a finger on the darkness under his eyes.
"You're so pretty."
"You're better." Spencer said, ducking his head into Derek's chest.
Derek saw the blush extend down his back and he smiled. "That would be impossible." He said and promptly felt Spencer shake his head.
"You're nuts, Derek Morgan."
"And you're gorgeous." He wrapped his arms around Spencer and held him tight. Even though not every moment was perfect, this moment was.
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Just as a heads up, I'm going away for about a week in a few days (I think three) so I will not be able to post at that time. However I have plenty of fic ideas and will write as soon as I get back. I will also put a message on the final fic I post before going so that I don't just disappear in a haze of nothingness. I'll also post it on my profile.
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