AN: CM is pretty much the only series that didn't break my heart with its finale so merry christmas to the followers of this story. Happy birthday Yugi. Thanks should be directed to you on this early update (and complaints regarding the late one for my story criminal minds). It's three thirty in South Africa and no freakin way I'm proof reading this.
Reid was walking on sunshine. He'd been seeing Derek for nine days and it was enough to convince him that artists were spot on, having a muse made the wheels turn faster, laughter was indeed the best medicine and heavy petting was seriously underrated. There was a change in him no one could miss.
"Stop," Reid laughed.
"Say that like you mean it," Morgan nipped at his neck again.
"People will see," the young doctor gave him better access despite his words.
"No one comes to campus this early," Derek snaked a hand up the back of Reid's leg and caressed gently.
"I do, Gideon's expecting me," Spencer whined, "We need to... work," he moaned as Morgan slid his tongue along his collar bone. They were standing right outside Gideon's lab.
"He'll get you in five minutes," Derek moved his hand to Reid's ass and squeezed.
"No," the genius said in the sudden high pitch Derek had come to love.
"Two," he put his hand under Spencer's shirt, running the back of it up his front.
"Okay," Reid gave in, "Two minutes," he put a hand on either side of Morgan's face and kissed him on the mouth, rubbing up against him as Morgan pushed him further up the wall. Just as things were getting interesting Hotch poked his head through the door and cleared his throat.
"Hotch," Reid pushed Derek back.
"If I hadn't come Gideon would have," the professor shrugged, "You two have a proposal you can't show up to with a fresh hickey."
"You didn't tell me about that," Morgan rubbed the red spot under Reid's jaw, "Uh, Garcia can probably cover that with concealer for you," he rubbed again like the mark might disappear.
"Now you're just gonna give him a bruise," Hotch rolled his eyes.
"Bring your make up artist to the party," Reid kissed Derek softly on the mouth and started to walk away.
"The one you're having here, in this lab," Morgan cut his eyes like he did the first time he got this bit of information.
"Hey snarky, why don't you ever come inside?" Hotch asked.
"Busy, in a hurry, gotta run," Morgan kissed Spencer's cheek and walked away briskly. Reid just laughed. Morgan was not comfortable around Gideon, with good reason. The man was like a father to Spencer.
"So he's avoiding Gideon, huh?" Hotch guessed.
"Yep," Reid walked inside.
"Tiny bit of unsolicited advise," Hotch put his hand on Reid's shoulder, stopping him from moving forward into the lab, "Go home and change your pants. The skinny cut is fun to look at but near impossible to get off."
"What?" Reid twitched, blushing beet red.
"You remember I caught you two dry humping five seconds ago, right? I'm old enough to know it doesn't stay dry very long," Hotch looked around the room for Gideon, all clear, "I'm not even going to go into the purple spots that pepper your body because I don't think I want to know how you ended up with a hickey on your ankle and today you're legal so... I'm not going to give you a speech on being safe because, as the cautious genius I've come to love, if you throw all that out of the window you deserve whatever you get," he patted Reid on the shoulder.
"I suppose," Reid laughed.
"You're here," Gideon seemed to rise up out of the ground. You couldn't tell by looking at the place but there was another lab in the basement.
"What were you doing down there?" Spencer asked. It was his lab in all but name.
"Today you can be held liable by a court of law," he smiled, "People can finally trust you with with their money."
"When you put it like that it's a little scary," Spencer chuckled nervously.
"Screw your courage to the sticking place," Gideon slapped his arm, "You put your blood into this."
"I was hoping the terror wouldn't hit me till tomorrow but thanks," Reid nodded.
"Right, day of relaxation," the professor changed his tune, "We're putting down our tools and picking up a cake," he looked around for his car keys.
"And decorations," Spencer tacked on.
"We decorate now?"Gideon looked somewhat perplexed.
"His boyfriend is coming, remember?" Hotch got up, "I'm coming along to help you hopeless idiots." Reid and Gideon gave him insulted looks. "Hey, I have a wife," he reminded them, "If anyone here is at least semi-literate in making things pretty, it is me."
"Let's just go," Gideon rolled his eyes. Hotch was going to lord Haley over him for the rest of their natural lives.
"Bring her," Reid all but ordered, "And you bring the artist," he pointed at Gideon.
"Sure," Gideon nodded, "I'll bring the woman I can't possibly sleep to what is fast becoming a couples party."
"Don't sulk," Hotch fished his keys out of his pocket, "We're taking my car."
"Can you perhaps call Mrs Hotchner to come help?" Spencer bit his lip nervously, "Maybe Jack can come too?"
"He's four," Hotch pressed the exit button, "His idea of fun mostly involves breaking things. And no, I don't have an older child tucked away in my back pocket."
"Your brother Shaun," the light bulb came on in Spencer's mind.
"It sounds like we're going to throw an actual party," Gideon said as they stepped outside.
"What's wrong with that?" Reid mumbled.
"I'm gonna call Haley," Hotch threw his phone to Gideon and pulled out his phone. His wife was actually excited about the idea. She sometimes felt like her husband's job was a rift between them. This was like getting invited to one of those office parties spouses were never allowed to go to and being made a central part. She bought the decorations, and vetoed a few, and the guys loaded them into the car. "Isn't confetti going to far?" her husband asked.
"No," she shook her head, "You haven't given this boy a proper birthday party from what I hear," she touched Spencer's cheek, inspiring a blush. So they spent the rest of the day moving equipment and putting decorations and violating just about every code ever written down and dodging calls from the department.
"I have to run out for a bit," Spencer said as he literally ran out. He had to change of his flattering pants (and he discovered just what Hotch was talking about) and he did the requisite prep work for another activity he was planning to part take in later that night. Haley put the confetti at the beginning of the night. Everyone threw it at Spencer as he walked through the door. Some got in his mouth but he just laughed it off. He was so relieved to see Derek there. He hadn't even realised he was nervous about the possibility of him not showing up.
First came the very badly sung happy birthday, then the ridiculous hat he had to wear, then he cut the cake and finally he got to the presents. Gideon gave him a gold watch. Hotch gave him one with leather straps. And to think these two people spent most of their time in the same building. Garcia gave him a year's subscription to an internet service she wouldn't specify and Derek, Derek gave him eighteen present.
"Seventeen of them are booby prizes," he warned.
"Explosive dye?" Reid guessed.
"Explosive humour," Penelope pulled up a seat. Everyone followed suit and looked on with interest as Spencer began to open his presents. The first one was in a small box. "You're not allowed to shake it," Garcia said when Spencer brought it to his ear.
"Just open the thing," Gideon rolled his eyes. Reid opened the small box.
"A cherry?" he shook his head at the fruit. Just about everyone else in the lab burst into laughter. "What am I missing?"
"Think action figures," Hotch hinted.
"Well 'cherry' in action figures speaks of mint condition. When it's still unused and oh my God," he dropped it.
Derek gave Reid a sly smile. The other guy blushed. "Move on to the next one," Shaun encouraged. Reid opened the next little box and closed it.
"Let us see," Garcia instructed the blushing Spencer Reid.
"It's a twinkie," Spencer giggled. He couldn't help it, even he got that one right off the bed. And good thing too. Gideon was about to stop the fun and games thinking they were at Reid's expense and he wasn't enjoying them. There were handcuffs, a whip, a sub collar, a rape whistle, a pair of jokers, some hot sauce, a leather thong.
"That one's for a demonstration," Morgan told Reid when he pulled out a condom and a banana.
"Derek," Spencer gave him a shocked look.
"Hey, you didn't tell me you'd have middle aged people at your party," he shrugged.
"Hey," Haley threw some confetti at Morgan.
"I wasn't referring to you. You're twenty one, right?" he charmed her.
"I like him," she told Hotch. She had been giggling herself silly for the past half hour. Then Reid gave the safe sex lecture and put the condom on the banana only to have the thing pop off with a loud noise and catch Shaun right on the nose.
"You're vile," the brown haired man said as he pulled mouth wash out of a box.
"I'm lecherous," Morgan corrected, "There's a line."
"You are very close to crossing it," Gideon warned.
"Give the kid a break, Reid's enjoying himself," Hotch said under his breath. The next box produced a stamp that had to be placed on Reid's body by a volunteer (ie Derek Morgan) who placed it on his cheek because he did not want to lift the kid's shirt in front of this crowd. Wings, a wand and a tiara in the same box and they had to be warned to grant a single wish. Gideon wished they would get this over with. The crowd was opposed and the wish was denied. A cigarette came out of the next box and Shaun yelled, "Can I bum a fag?"
"You're disgusting," his older brother laughed. Spencer pulled out a garter, which Penelope said was hers and earned Spencer's first genuine look of disapproval.
"Joking," she put up her hands.
"Stop joking," Derek whispered. The last boobie prize before the actual present was a permanent marker.
"I am just not getting this one," Reid shook his head.
"Since you've been such a great sport," Derek got up and approached Spencer, "You get to sign whatever you like on me," he took off his shirt.
"Mercy," Haley fanned herself. Garcia just sat there with her mouth open and Shaun was just the tiniest bit envious.
"Concentrate on the metaphorical cradle," Hotch told his wife. Reid stood there blinking rapidly for a few seconds. He just could not get over the site of Derek like this. After two more minutes of gaping he finally decided to sign Morgan's left peck 'Property of Spencer Reid'. People got up and actually applauded. Garcia took this opportunity to steal Morgan's shirt and knew nothing about it ever again.
The real present: a waterproof, glow in the dark wrist watch inspired riotous laughter. "Maybe next year you guys could have a meeting or something before you go shopping," Garcia suggested. Morgan packed all his jokes back into the big box they came out of and left with Reid and Garcia. The two had talked but Reid hadn't completely forgiven Penelope for how she went about things. Hotch left with his wife and his brother, feeling closer to them after all this ridiculousness.
"This place is a mess," Gideon pointed out to him.
"This place is your mess," Hotch specified as he made his exit.
"You're no longer welcome in my lab," he threw after his old friend.
"Maybe we should go back and help him," Haley started to turn around.
"No," Hotch shook his head, "He needs the excuse to stay out of his empty house a little longer."
"We should set him up," Haley was already going through people in her mind.
"You say that like it's a suggestion," Hotch kissed her. His wife was not one easily dissuaded.
"So," Reid stood awkwardly when he and Morgan got to their room.
"No pressure," Derek shrugged.
"I want to," Reid sat down on the bed and tried to look comfortable. Morgan climbed on next to him and started kissing him. Reid fell back and pulled Derek with him. The dark chocolate man pulled Spencer's shirt apart and started kissing down his body. Spencer started writhing in pleasure, made hard by just knowing how skilled Derek was.
"I like the purple sock if you're taking votes," he pulled Spencer's pants off and made the young genius laugh, relaxing him a little more. Reid took on Derek's pants with the skill of a pro then toed them off. With them both down to their underwear Morgan flipped them over so Reid was on top. Boldly the younger man took off Morgan's underwear, dragging it slowly down his body and appreciating every delicious part of the man. Then he stood and took off his own as Morgan watched him and Derek knew Spencer was completely comfortable with what they were doing.
The lube had been set out on the bedside cabinet. Reid squeezed some onto Morgan's fingers then laid down and made a visible effort to relax. Derek climbed between his legs and started spreading him gently and first then more vigorously till Spencer started backing onto his hand.
"Do it now," the genius instructed. Morgan put on a condom and entered Reid slowly, giving him time to adjust.
"God Reid," he groaned as Spencer's tight channel gripped him tight.
"Morgan," Spencer whined as Derek started moving.
"You're so tight," Morgan almost sounded like he was in pain.
"...so big," Spencer could barely get out.
"Touch yourself for me," Derek looked to appease Spencer's neglected hard on. Reid tugged on his leaking erection, his climax fast approaching. "Hold on baby," Derek started to move a little faster, fucking in earnest. Spencer shuddered like he'd just taken bitter medicine just as Derek emptied his seed inside his body. "You're incredible," he kissed Reid's swollen lips. Reid kissed back, at a loss for words for the first time in his life. Morgan grabbed a towel and wiped Spencer's chest. Then he took off the condom and threw it in the trash. This part didn't need words. Morgan held Reid tightly to his chest. A tear slid out of his eye.