"Hold Me Closer Tiny Dancer."

Rating: M

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR THE CHARACTERS

Author's note: managed to get the second chapter out in the same day. time for some intervention from a certain ex lover. Remember to review.


Spencer Reid was feeling confident. He sat at his desk reminiscing on the night before. His date didn't resent him for the results of their evening frivolities, but assured him, he would chose the location for their next date. There was to be a second date, and Spencer couldn't be more giddy. He thought back on the drive home, it seemed insignificant to what followed. To put it simply he invited Hotch in, and they had a night that was just as steamy as the first. What was more interesting was the pillow-talk. Hotch's late night confession,

They lay together in a sweaty heap after a session of passionate sex, Hotch was holding his date in his arms, stroking his hair. Reid was smiling, thankful and satisfied. Hotch sighed, both exhausted and conflicted. Spencer asked him what was on his mind. "You see," he began, "When I took you back to my place that night, I was acting the way I was because I wanted you to think I was drunk. I wanted to think I was drunk. It's difficult to let myself believe that I could have these kind of urges for a man, I guess I've never really considered gender when it came to my partners. I've just never really had any relationships with men. Spencer you were my first...and I don't want that to just go away. I realize I don't want that to be a drunken one night stand. I wasn't drunk, and I really want you...and I'm rambling." Hotch found he could stop, so Spencer shut him up with a kiss. They fell asleep.

He swooned in his chair. This giddy feeling wouldn't last very long though. His door opened, it was Morgan. He closed Spencer's office door behind him and locked it.

"Reid, we need to talk."

"What is it, Derek?" Spencer asked cocking an eyebrow at his ex. He was taken aback when Morgan strode quickly passed his desk and to his side. He bent down and gave Spencer a long, passionate kiss.

Spencer pulled away quickly. "Morgan what the hell do you think your doing?"

"I can't take it anymore baby. I need you."

"What ever happened to seeing other people?"

"I said let's see other people. We can still see each other baby."

"I'm not so sure we can!"

"Why not?" Morgan pouted.

"I think Hotch wants to go steady," Spencer remarked indignantly.

"Oh really?" Derek raised an eyebrow. He simply smiled at the man. "Has he actually said he wants to go steady?"

"He said he wanted to be more than a drunken one night stand! He held me after we.."

"But he didn't say anything about not being allowed to see other people? Reid that's something I tend to establish. Something important." Morgan smirked, he slowly moved lower, kissing Reid's neck.

"Morgan I cant!"

Derek found himself on his knees, huddled under Spencer's desk. "Come on, pretty boy. What can he do that I can't?" He started unbuckling Spencer's belt. "Remember how I pleasured you for hours?" Derek's voice dripped with sexual tension. He unzipped Spencer's fly and attempted to pull his jeans down. Spencer was resisting.

"Yeah, I remember. Look I can't! Not here, I'm working!" Morgan tugged hard on the jeans, managing to rip them out of Spencer's resistant clutches and bring them down to his ankles.

"So you want me?" Derek smiled at Spencer's all too obvious erection.

"Don't do this Derek." Spencer whined as Derek stroked Spencer softly.

"Let me pleasure you baby." Those were Morgan's final words. Spencer also ceased his arguing as the man beneath his desk worked his magic. He felt himself melting in Derek's mouth. He tilted his head back and let out a soft moan. Derek was lapping it up, he loved watching his lover's body submit to the pleasure.

"Oh, Derek," Spencer sighed feeling the man's warm wet mouth from tip to base. Derek Morgan had talent, that was for let out a couple moans on occasion as he sucked his lover off, to really amp up the ambiance. Derek was a competitive man after all, he plays the game, he plays it hard. It was amazingly affective. "Mm, faster Derek, please!" Spencer gasped. The man in his groin complied, picking up the pace. Spencer's toes began to curl in his shoes, he scratched the table as his back arched in his chair. "Aah!"

"Shh..shh..shh," Derek stroked Spencer's thigh. "You have to be quiet." He resumed suckling the tip making this difficult for Dr. Reid to uphold. He put a hand through his hair brushing it back from his face, that was beginning to drip with sweat. The heat was intense.

"Derek!" Spencer hissed his name as his eyes pinched shut. he couldn't take anymore and he released, amazingly turned on by Derek swallowing it all he gripped his lover's shoulder's tightly. He was done. Derek pulled away and kissed Spencer's thighs gently.

"Oh baby that was so hot," Derek smiled resting his head against Spencer's leg. There was a sudden knock at Spencer's door.

"Oh shit!" Spencer hissed pushing the other agent off his lap to quickly pull up his pants. The impatient person behind the door knocked a second time. Spencer didn't have a chance to buckle his belt.

Derek unlocked the door and waved to Agent Emily Prentiss then looked back at Spencer before exiting. Emily looked on at the agent at his desk. He was looking down wiping away sweat from his forehead.

"So the door was locked..." Emily began.

"Morgan and I were having a serious talk. He didn't want to be interrupted," Spencer quickly assured.

"Really?" Emily raised an eyebrow taking a seat in the chair across from his desk.

"So, what do you need?" Spencer asked.

"I just came to check on you, see what was going on between you and Hotch," the nosy co-worker prodded.

"Well, went to the IcePlex last night, and got kicked out for holding hands. We went home..."

"and?" Emily pushed.

"Why does it matter?"

"Well are you guys like, a couple or something?"

"I don't know, why do you ask?"

"Cause you guys went on a date, you're sweaty, your ex walked out of here after my third knock, and your belt is undone. That's kind of cheating."

"What's it to you?" Spencer asked angrily.

"I just don't want to see Hotch get hurt again," Emily lied. Truth was, she needed some material for her little fantasy.

"I won't hurt him. Look we haven't established anything," Spencer defended himself.

"So I'm in competition with agent Morgan?" a familiar voice asked.

"Sir!" Emily blushed looking back at her boss in the doorway.

"It's not what you think," Spencer began.

"It's okay. I'm not going to ask you to leave him Spencer. I'm just going to try really hard to get you on my side. A little healthy competition is always fun." Hotch smiled. He left the two alone.