The sound of the shower running drew Spencer up out of his sleep. Though he would have been perfectly content to stay there and laze around just a little bit longer, the smell of coffee brought his head up from the blankets. Sometimes he swore Morgan liked to ruin any sleeping-in plans. That man was always up early for his morning run and then back at the house, making coffee before taking a shower. He knew Spencer would wake up hearing the shower and he knew the smell of that coffee would wake him up even more. It had to be some evil little plan on his part to deprive Spencer of the ability to sleep in.
Scrunching up his face and glaring at the blankets, Spencer burrowed further down into them. Well, the hell if he was going to let him win this! He wanted to sleep in, dammit! Blinking his eyes, Spencer stared the blankets over himself for just a moment before finally giving in and laughing softly to himself. Now he sounded like he was losing his mind. Seriously? Conspiracies over coffee?
Still chuckling at himself, he pushed the blankets off and worked his way to the edge of the bed. After grabbing a pair of Morgan's sweats, he yanked them on and tied them off so they wouldn't slide off of his smaller frame. Then he took off towards the kitchen the same as he did every morning. Yawning, he ran a hand through his hair, trying to wake up slightly. Not that it ever works. At least, not until after that first cup of coffee.
There were sounds coming from the kitchen that didn't quite register in Spencer's brain. He barely paid any attention until he stepped in the kitchen and found two women standing at the stove, making breakfast. For just an instant he stared at them with confusion. When one of them turned to smile at him, it slowly clicked in his brain who they were and why they were there. Sara and Desiree—Derek's sisters. Duh. Idiot! Vaguely he thought to himself that Sara must have returned in the middle of the night.
"Morning, Spencer." Desiree said cheerfully. He barely resisted wincing at her bright and chipper greeting. No one should be pleasant before coffee. No one. From beside her Sara offered a slightly strained smile and greeting. "Morning."
He tried to dredge up some form of manners. "Morning, ladies." There, that was good, right? Good enough for someone who hadn't had their cup of coffee yet. Proud of himself, he started to move toward the coffee. He was stopped once again when Desiree moved to open the cupboard above the coffee pot. He had to resist the urge to growl a little. Patiently he waited as she got whatever the hell it was she wanted and then moved back toward the stove.
"You sleep well?" Desiree asked.
Finally reaching his goal, Spencer grabbed his mug from the wooden mug tree by the pot and set it down. "Yes, thank you." Again, he was rather proud. He wasn't grunting or growling at them and was actually speaking coherently! His eyes zeroed in on the pot as he finally pulled it out. His eyes grew wide when he looked in and saw there wasn't even a quarter of a cup in there. Where was the coffee?
They must have seen something on his face because Sara suddenly spoke up "Oh, sorry about that. Forgot to make a fresh pot."
There…there was no coffee? Spencer just stared at the pot in his hand with a feeling akin to horror. He was up, out of bed, and the coffee was gone? That couldn't be right. He looked in once again just to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him. Off to the side, he heard slightly muffled snickers. At the moment he didn't care if he was amusing them. They'd drank all the coffee!
A feminine hand took the pot from him and set it on the counter. "Here, Spencer." Desiree spoke soothingly as she took hold of his arm. "Come sit at the table. I'll get another pot going."
"You guys drank all the coffee?" Morgan's voice echoed in the dining room with just enough horror in it to make Spencer nod his head in agreement. Here was someone who would understand! He turned to look at Morgan, who was looking fresh from his shower in just a pair of plaid pajama pants, and he nodded again. "No coffee." He told him plainly. Morgan would understand exactly how bad this was.
Morgan grimaced and moved hurriedly toward the coffee pot to start another pot of coffee. From where Desiree sat him down, Spencer watched the two girls grin at Morgan with amusement. "Geeze, Derek. In the mood for coffee?" Sara teased him lightly.
He shot her a look as he poured the water into the machine. "You've never had to deal with a Spencer who doesn't get his morning coffee. I'd rather be unarmed against an Unsub, alone, than have to deal with a Spencer who doesn't get his morning coffee."
"Hey!" Spencer shot him a glare. "I'm not that bad!"
"Spencer, you've thrown things at me."
"You stole the last cup right as I came out! And you laughed!"
Morgan turned the pot on and leaned against the counter to look at his lover. "You stomped on my foot one time when you thought I was going to get to the last cup in the pot!"
"Well, it was the last cup! What was I supposed to do, let you drink it?" Confusion had Spencer wrinkling his brow. What else was he supposed to have done?
Throwing his hands up in the air in defeat, Morgan moved over and stole a kiss. When he broke apart, he rested their foreheads together. "You're a coffee freak, baby boy. But I love you anyways."
Spencer couldn't resist giving him a grin. "Good. Because I don't particularly see that changing anytime soon." He leaned in and took another kiss. "I love you too, Derek."
"Ok, ok." Desiree interrupted them with a laugh. "Enough of this mushy stuff! Come on, what's the plans for the week? Anything exciting you guys got planned to entertain us ladies?"
The grin Morgan gave his sister as he straightened was mischievous. "Ladies? I'd have to go find me a couple, first." He teased. Spencer had to laugh as Sara hit the back of Morgan's head and Desiree punched his arm. Even without coffee, this morning was looking like it had the potential to be very entertaining.
After breakfast had been eaten and the dishes put away, the girls brought the topic back around to what they were going to do with the day. Morgan rolled his eyes as he sat on the end of the couch. "Hey, you two are the ones that showed up early. The biggest plans Spencer and I had were to clean the house before you guys were supposed to arrive. This is our vacation, remember? The last thing I want to do is trek around the mall with you two."
"Who said we wanted to go to the mall?" Sara joked as she sat in one of the recliners. Desiree had taken her coffee with her to sit in the other one.
The dry look Morgan gave her had the two women chuckling. Shaking his head at the group, Spencer held his cup a little tighter before curling up on his end of the couch, bending his knees to the side and lifting up his feet. He caught sight of the look Morgan was now turning toward him and smirked into his mug. "No." He told his lover with a shake of his head.
"Spencer." Morgan whined. "Please?"
A snicker slid out. Spencer shook his head again. "Uh-uh." This was an argument they'd had many times, much to both of their amusement. "Not this time. I did it last time!" Abruptly Spencer realized how that sounded and his cheeks turned red. Desiree almost choked on her coffee as she started to laugh. Even Sara was snickering, though she tried to smother hers behind her hand. Still blushing, Spencer hurried to explain. "We need a new couch. The middle of this one, the springs are broken or something, so it's extremely uncomfortable to sit on." He turned a little, slanting a mock glare at Morgan. "And I got stuck sitting there last time. Either you sit there this time or we're staying on opposite ends."
Morgan rolled his eyes and heaved a huge sigh as he moved himself toward the center of the couch. He grumbled the whole way over, but there was a small smile on his lips when he curled up against Spencer's side, letting his young lover wrap an arm around him. The sight kind of surprised the two women. They would have thought that Spencer would be the cuddle-up-to-you type, not Morgan. He realized that and grinned at them before adjusting to get a little more comfortable.
Watching his lover squirm to try and find the best way to sit on that spring made Spencer smile. "My hand's better. We can go over and get my couch this week. How's that sound?"
"Thank God." Now that it was settled, Morgan smiled back at his sisters again. "Ok, there are our plans for the week. Apparently we're going to go get more stuff from Spencer's apartment."
Desiree curled her legs up in her chair and took another drink from her coffee. "You still have your apartment, Spencer?"
He nodded as he traced a finger up and down Morgan's arm, enjoying the feel of his skin. "Yes. I haven't quite finished gathering all of my things and bringing them over." Honestly, he'd put it off quite a few times, though not for the reasons some might think. The last thing he really wanted to do was go inside of that apartment at all. He didn't want to look around him and have to deal with the memories that lurked in there. Too many things in his apartment just reminded him of what he'd lived through while there.
A warm hand curled over his thigh, not stroking or trying to draw his attention, but a soothing weight. Spencer smiled and turned a little to kiss the top of Morgan's head.
"Well, I still want to get some shopping done today." Sara decided. There was a small flash on her face that Spencer just barely caught. It was enough to tell him that she may be back at the house but she wasn't entirely comfortable with them. For a split second that made him want to squirm slightly until he told himself to knock it off. She's his family, yes, but this isn't her home. This is your and Derek's home. He's not changing how he acts while they're here and you won't either. Quit being weird about this!
Shrugging his shoulder, Morgan said "You two are free to go. I don't intend on doing a whole hell of a lot. This is my first quiet day off in a while that doesn't involve anyone being injured. I'm making the most of it."
"Shopping sounds fun." Desiree unfolded herself from the chair and stretched before she gave the couple a grin that was so like Morgan's it made Spencer want to blush and chuckle at the same time. He just knew she was going to say something that would make him blush. Sure enough… "We'll just head on out and let you two make the most of your alone time." She winked before going to take her cup to the dining room, Sara on her heels.
Spencer rested his cup on his knee and laid his forehead on the top of Morgan's head. "Your sisters are just like you." He grumbled to his lover.
He felt Morgan's chuckle more than he heard it. "You'll get used to it, pretty boy."
"God help me."
He didn't notice Morgan moving until the coffee cup was stolen from his hand. Spencer looked up in time to see Morgan set the cup on the table and turn to him with a grin. He knew that grin. It was too late for him to escape, though. Morgan's hands were on his sides and tickling before Spencer could even think of getting off the couch.
Unable to help it, he dissolved into a fit of helpless laughter as he tried to break free. "Derek, Derek! S-Stop it!" he laughed.
"Not until you say the Morgan's are the greatest!" Morgan taunted him.
Tears built in Spencer's eyes as he tried to find a way to get away. "N-Never!" He laughed harder and brought his legs up, trying to use them to leverage Morgan off of him while grabbing for his hands. But Morgan just used his body weight to pin Spencer's legs down.
He grabbed Spencer's wrists with one hand and pinned them over his head, his other hand still moving over Spencer's extremely ticklish sides. "Admit it, Spencer! Come on, just say it. The Morgan's are the greatest!"
Spencer could barely choke out his 'no!' between laughs. He bucked his body, almost managing to dislodge Morgan from him.
The sound of someone clearing their throat drew the two men's attention. They both looked up to see Sara and Desiree standing there, grinning at them. "Couldn't even wait till we left, Derek?" Desiree taunted him. "For shame."
Sara snickered and picked up her purse. "We'll be back in a couple hours. Try not to kill one another."
"Yes, Mom." Morgan taunted. The two women gave him the finger in answer before heading out the door.
Once the door shut, Spencer looked back and Morgan and he couldn't stop himself from grinning. While Morgan had been distracted with his sisters, Spencer had shifted his legs just enough to do what he wanted. Quickly he pulled them out, locking his knees on either side of Morgan's hips. Then he pushed his body weight up and over, rolling them just right that their positions flipped over, Spencer's body pinning Morgan to the couch. He heard a car start outside and couldn't help but smirk a little. They were alone now.
Eyebrows raised with amusement, Morgan shifted his grip on Spencer's wrists, letting their hands thread together. "Well good morning, baby boy."
"Mm." Spencer dipped his head down enough that he could press his lips to Morgan's. Instead of the quick kiss he'd intended, he found himself sinking into the kiss, his tongue coming out to trace Morgan's lips. When they broke apart, the both of them were just a little breathless. "Morning, Derek."
"Someone's in a mood this morning." To add to his words, Morgan pushed his hips up a little, pushing their obvious erections against one another, making Spencer moan slightly.
The younger man dipped his head down to run his tongue along the side of Morgan's jaw. "Maybe." He murmured against his skin. Morgan still smelled like his body wash from the shower. It was a smell that Spencer absolutely loved. "That a problem?"
Morgan tipped his head up to allow Spencer access to his neck. He gasped a little when the younger man bit him. "Oh…fuck. No, not a problem at all. Want to take this back to the bedroom?"
He shook his head, never lifting his lips from Morgan's skin. "Uh-uh. Right here. Now." He didn't want to make his way back to the bedroom. That would require separating from Morgan for a moment in time and that was the last thing that he wanted to do. Spencer nipped at Morgan's neck again, enjoying the moan his lover gave. He unlaced their fingers, bracing one hand on the arm of the couch near Morgan's head and letting the other hand slip down to rub over Morgan's chest, tracing over one of his nipples.
The older man arched up into him, his hands moving to Spencer's hips now that they were free. "Fuck, Spencer." He groaned out. His hands held Spencer's hips in place as he rubbed his upwards. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I love it."
Spencer moved his mouth back up, pressing their lips together once more. As he did he felt Morgan's hands slide under his sweats, cupping him and pulling them even closer so that they were moaning into one another's mouths. Morgan took advantage of the moan to slide his tongue into Spencer's mouth, twisting and tasting and driving them both mad.
God, he didn't want to take this slow. He didn't want to wait. Ever since their first time together, neither one of them had been shy in bed together. When together like this, it was the one time that nothing came between them. Nothing at all. There was just one another and the passion that always seemed to ignite when they touched. Spencer broke their kiss to drop his forehead down to Morgan's shoulder. "God, Derek." He groaned out.
The older man brought one of his hands up to take hold of Spencer's hair, making him hiss slightly and his hips jerk. He didn't understand why, but he loved it when Morgan pulled on his hair. Loved it. Morgan brought his head up for another kiss that only fueled their passion higher. When they broke apart, Morgan's hand slid to Spencer's cheek. With a little smirk, Spencer turned his head, nipping at Morgan's fingers before taking two of them into his mouth. He heard Morgan's groan and it only spurred him on. His tongue swirled around the fingers in his mouth as he sucked them in, scraping his teeth over them. As he did that, he brought his free hand down, tugging at the ties of his sweats. Morgan felt was he was doing and helped him to push the pants down until Spencer could move his legs just right and kick them off.
He let Morgan's fingers slide from his mouth with a satisfying pop. Almost instantly he was being kissed once more, hard and deep. Never breaking their kiss, Morgan brought his wet fingers down, tracing them around Spencer's entrance. With Spencer straddling Morgan's waist, it put him in just the perfect position. He shuddered when he felt the first finger slide in with only a slight burn. He couldn't stop his hips from rocking, pushing his erection against Morgan at the same time as riding on that finger.
One finger turned to two, scissoring him and stretching him until Spencer thought he'd go insane from the sensations in his body. When Morgan tapped against his prostate, Spencer bucked and almost screamed, his head moving to drop by Morgan's shoulder once more. "Derek, please. Please!"
"What do you want, baby? Huh? You want this?" Morgan curled his fingers, pressing against that spot once more, making Spencer's whole body shudder. "That what you want, baby boy?"
Spencer bit down on the curve between Morgan's shoulder and neck. "I want you." He gasped out against his skin. "Now, Derek. I want you now."
When Morgan's fingers left him, Spencer lifted his body a little, reaching over the edge of the couch to the table that sat there. He yanked the drawer open and slid his hand around until he found what he was looking for. He felt Morgan moving under him, pulling his own pants out of the way. When Spencer sat back, Morgan was naked under him. The younger man wasted no time in opening the condom in his hands and reaching behind him to slide it down over his lover. He watched Morgan's face, loving the way his eyes drifted shut and his mouth dropped open on a moan. Tossing the wrapper on the ground, Spencer opened the other item he'd grabbed, putting a little bit of lube on his hand. Then he reached behind him once more and wrapped his hand around Morgan's cock, stroking it with slow, sure movements. He couldn't resist bending once more to taste the long expanse of Morgan's neck.
He felt Morgan almost vibrating underneath him. "Dammit, Spencer. Quit teasing me!" The words were a low growl that thrummed through Spencer's system. He let go of him and sat up, allowing Morgan's hand between them so that his lover could hold himself steady as Spencer lifted his hips. He kept his eyes locked on Morgan's face, one hand bracing himself on the back of the couch as he slowly lowered himself.
There was the usual burn, but it was only a distant thought at the back of Spencer's mind. His eyes drank in the sight before him. The way that Morgan threw his head back on a deep moan. The way his pupils were blown wide with his arousal in the pair of eyes that stared right back at him. Spencer loved to watch Morgan's face when they joined together like this. There was nothing more beautiful to him.
As soon as his body had adjusted, Spencer started to move. He tipped his head back and rolled his hips, moans filling the living room. Morgan's hands had settled onto his hips and he was pushing up with each downward roll from Spencer. Though the pace started out slow, it quickly picked up speed. The sound of skin against skin, moans that held so much passion, was pushing Spencer's arousal higher and higher.
He moaned loudly when Morgan murmured to him. "You look so fucking hot like this, Spencer. God, love to see you like this. Love to be in you, watching you ride me. Love the sounds you make. You're so sexy, baby boy. Love that you're mine."
"Oh God, Derek." Spencer could feel his orgasm coming closer and closer. His hips picked up pace, angling until he found just the right spot. When Morgan slammed into his prostate, Spencer let out a hoarse scream.
One of Morgan's hands moved from Spencer's hip to wrap around his aching cock, matching his movements so that they were synchronized with their bodies. It was too much. Spencer rocked a few more times before his orgasm ripped him apart. His body bowed back and he gripped his hand tightly to the back of the couch, screaming out his pleasure as he emptied himself onto his lover's chest. He heard Morgan's answer groan and felt as the strong body under him pushed up one last time before he too was shouting, emptying himself deep inside Spencer.
With a gasp, Spencer's body dropped down. His head fell alongside Morgan's once more, their panting breaths echoing in their ears. For a long moment neither one of them could move. It was Spencer who finally rose up. He gasped a little as Morgan slid from him. Somehow he managed to brace a foot on the floor, although it shook a little as he pulled his other leg over and stood up. "I think you might need another shower." Spencer teased him breathlessly.
Chuckling, Morgan pulled the condom off, tying it and tossing it into the waste basket under the table, telling himself he'd empty that wastebasket before the girls came home. He allowed Spencer to take his hand and pull him up. When he was on his feet, he wrapped Spencer in a tight embrace and kissed him one more time. "I think I've made a monster outta you." He murmured against Spencer's lips.
A smile curved Spencer's lips. He knew Morgan meant that in a good way. "You wouldn't have me any other way." Breaking free, he started to head out of the living room, feeling much more lighthearted than he had earlier. He looked back over his shoulder when he stopped at the entrance of the hallway. "Join me?" he asked innocently. The look Morgan gave him had him smirking. With a chuckle, Spencer took off down the hall, racing toward the bathroom with Morgan on his heels.
Ok, hope you guys are still enjoying this. :) I'm debating a few things which is what keeps taking me a while to post my chapters now. I'm getting more time to write again (yay!) but I'm debating exactly how I want this story to go. I don't want you all to think I'm a soap opera writer by making too much drama in my stories. I mean, I put them through hell in the last one. So I'm debating how to treat them in this one. What do you think? Would more drama be fun for you, or would you like something not as strong as the last story? :) Sara's kind of up in the air too. She seems to be trying to be good, but obviously she isn't happy. Wonder how she's going to be?
I have to address a review here, as the person has PM's disabled. :)
lorsha – I'm so glad you love my stories! I really appreciate hearing things like that, they help me keep writing, lol. And to hear that you think they're well written makes me feel good. :) As for what you said, I'm not going to disregard you. I don't think it's rude or insulting either! Don't worry. I don't get that upset when people critique me. ;) On that note, I don't intend for it to look like a daddy kink lol! Actually, the way Morgan and Reid interact on a relationship level is loosely based off of two of my best friends (Who are gay men lol) I never really thought of it as making Reid seem like a toddler, though I can totally see how you look at it that way. Honestly, my friends are like that with one another. One of them has a tendency to fall asleep at the drop of a hat and his partner is constantly having to tuck him in. I always looked at as more of a caretaking kind of thing. I hope I haven't made anyone uncomfortable by portraying them this way! I really don't mean to make Spencer seem like a kid. He's a perfectly capable, intelligent adult. So, I hope it hasn't bothered you. And if it has anyone, I'm sorry! :) But thank you for taking the time to review and for being totally honest about how you feel. Those are my fav kind of reviews
To the rest of my reviewers, thank you so much! As always you guys are just great! I'm glad I made some of you laugh :D lol hot4booth you quoted some of my fav lines :D Glad you liked them!