Ok, I'm really nervous about this. I've never written a full on M story before, and this chapter is my first. I hope it's not too terrible. I think I'll go hide under the bed for a while...

Chapter 4

Morgan awoke the next morning with a slight throbbing in his ankle, but the warmth he felt over ruled any discomfort he was feeling. He looked down at the mess of brown hair on his chest and smiled. Last night was real. He hadn't been dreaming. Reid was actually here with him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, breathing in the young geniuses scent. It was intoxicating.

He brought one of his hands up and gently ran his fingers through the chestnut curls, letting them slide through his fingers. He wanted to enjoy this time before Spencer woke up, because he was worried about how he would react. Knowing his best friend, he would freak out, waking up in Morgan's arms. He assumed his big brain would come up with all reasons to question his actions last night.

Morgan knew the moment Reid woke up. He didn't move, or raise his head right away, but his breathing changed. Morgan lay as still as possible, not wanting to spook the younger man, the hand in his hair stilling. After a moment, he felt a shift, and was ready to hold tight, in case Reid started to bolt. But, then he realized it wasn't a shift, as much as a nuzzle. Pretty Boy just nuzzled into his chest. He slowly began running his fingers through the soft hair again, when he heard a distinct "hmmmmmm."

He relaxed then and moved his hand and from the boys hair to his back, caressing him with long, gently strokes. It was then, he felt it. Small, gentle kisses, starting on his chest, and continuing up toward his neck. Now it was his turn to moan. "Uh, Pretty Boy." His breath caught as he felt his soon to be lover suck, hard, on the spot between his neck and collar bone.

Within seconds, Morgan had Reid on his back and was attacking his mouth like a starving man. Reid's mouth opened right away, his tongue battling with Morgan's, as his hands slid around the older mans back. Even though he had never been in a situation like this, Spencer somehow knew exactly what to do. His body was on fire! He felt every inch of this body that was touching Derek's, and wanted the older man to consume him.

Within seconds, their shirts were on the floor, and the feeling of skin on skin was overwhelming. Spencer's mind was always full of thoughts, ideas and statistics, but the moment his bare skin came in contact with Morgan's, his brain ceased all thought. All he could do was feel. He felt Derek's muscled chest rub against his, his tongue, lips and teeth running up and down his neck, and most of all, he felt Morgan's arousal, hard and hot against his.

Spencer was a virgin, and other than Lila, he had no real experience with intimacy, but somehow, with Derek, it was like his body knew what to do. He pulled his soon to be lover back in for a heated kiss, then let his hands slide down underneath Morgan's sleep pants and briefs, pushing them off, needing to feel total skin to skin.

Feeling a sudden breeze on his ass, Derek pulled back and grinned. "Want something, Pretty Boy?" He asked, his voice low and sexy.

"You. Now. Please." Came the breathless reply.

Morgan groaned at the heated reply, and attacked the younger mans mouth once again, showing him with his tongue what he planned to do to him. He pulled back, resting their foreheads together and looked into the young geniuses eyes, then asked, "Have you ever..."

Reid bit his bottom lip and shifted his eyes away, answering Morgan without words.

"We don't have to go any further, babe." Morgan said softly.

Spencer's eyes darted back to Derek's and he answered quickly, "Please, Derek, I want to. I, I want you to be my first."

"And only," Derek added.

"Yes," Spencer chuckled, "First and last. God, Derek, I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed about this. I want you so bad." He lifted his hips up with that last declaration, showing the older man how serious he was.

"Oh, Pretty Boy, I have wanted you for so long. I can't wait to show you just how much I love you."

"Then get your pants off and show me, Derek."

With that, the older man had their pants off and was reaching into his nightstand for the lube, before catching his lovers lips in another heated kiss. He then began a trail of kisses, moving down his pale chest, pausing to suck on each nipple, before continuing downward. Spencer was a moaning mess, as Derek kissed, licked, and sucked his way down his body.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth on hardness, as Derek placed a kiss to the tip of his cock, before fully engulfing him in his mouth. Spencer gasped, and bucked is hips forward out of reflex. Derek reached a hand down to place on his stomach, keeping him from bucking again, while his other hand, already wet from the lube (when did that happen), began to slide back and forth over his pucker.

"Oh, Derek." His body still burned from the trail of kisses Derek rained down on him, and his cock was surrounded by the warm, wet mouth of one Derek Morgan. If that wasn't enough, he felt a burning, as one finger breached his hole, slowly sliding in and out. He could tell Derek was going slow, and it did hurt, but the pain was manageable, as long as Derek continued to suck his cock.

Suddenly, the pain increased and Spencer whimpered. Derek slowed down, but didn't stop, knowing the pain would decrease after a moment. He let go of his lovers cock with a pop, and looked up.

"You ok, Pretty Boy?"

"Yea," he said, his voice betraying him.

"Babe, I know it hurts," he said, while scissoring his fingers inside his lover.

"Yes, it does. But I'm ok. I know it will be better in a...OH! GOD!" Derek had located his geniuses prostate! "Fuck, that was good. Do that again."

Hearing Spencer swear made Derek even harder, if that was possible, and he quickly added a third finger to finish stretching is lover. He then coated his own hardness, and removed his fingers, making his pretty boy whine at the loss.

He lined himself up at the puckered hole, but before pushing in, he leaned down and placed a long, passionate kiss on Spencer's lips. Looking into his eyes, he slowly eased in. He could see his lovers face clench in pain, but continued until he was fully seated. He moaned then, feeling the heat surround his manhood. He wanted to move, but waited until he saw the pain on his lovers face lessen.

He pulled back slowly and slid back in, using small strokes, allowing Spencer to adjust to him. On the third stroke, he hit the geniuses prostrate again, causing him to scream again.

"Yes! Derek! Oh, God! Hmmmm, so good, Derek."

"Oh, Spence, you are so tight. You feel so good, baby."

Derek's strokes got harder and faster, and he was hitting his lovers sweet spot with every thrust, making him cry out with each movement. "Yes! Yes! Derek! Oh, fuck! Love. You. So. Much! So. Good."

He had never pictured Spencer as a screamer, but it made it so much more hot, hearing his pretty boy scream because of him. He knew he was close, but before he could warn his lover, he felt warm spurts of cum all over his stomach, and felt Spencer's hole tighten, milking his cock, pulling his orgasm out as he screamed, "Spencer!"

His vision narrowed, and he saw spots for a moment before collapsing on his lover. He quickly rolled off, but rolled Spencer with him, so he was on top. Feeling no resistance, he started to worry, until he felt warm kisses on his neck again. Lifting his lovers head, he claimed his lips in another kiss.

"Damn, Pretty Boy," he said, pulling back from the kiss. "That was amazing."

"I don't think amazing covers it. I'd go with incredible, wonderful, unbelievable, prodigious..."

"I get it genius." He cut him off, chuckling. "It was all of those things. YOU are all of those things. Seriously, Spence. I feel like the luckiest person in the world right now." He lifted his lovers chin up, so he was looking right into his eyes, before adding. "I love you so much, Pretty Boy. And, even though I didn't mean to get hurt, I'm glad I did, because it brought us together."

Spencer reached up and kissed his best friend-turned lover softly, running a finger down his cheek. "Oh Derek. I have loved you for so long," he paused, and took a shaky breath. "I never thought you could feel this way about me. All those girls..."

"That was me in denial. I did everything I could to get you off my mind. Why do you think I never stayed with one person for more than a night?" He paused, not expecting an answer, before continuing, "Because none of them were you."

"About that. Is this, I mean, are we serious?"

"Oh, Pretty Boy. I meant it when I said I wanted to be your first and last. You are mine now, and I'm never letting you go!"

"It goes both ways, then. There will be no more girls hanging on you in the clubs. You are mine too, and I don't share!"

"Hmmmmm, I like me some possessive Spencer!"

"Seriously, Derek. If this is real..."

"It is. I promise. I love you so much, and I will spend every day showing you."

"That sounds good. How about we start right now..." He said, sliding his body up over his new lovers, allowing him to feel his hardening cock.

"Anything for you, Pretty Boy. Anything for you!"