Chapter Seven

Author's Notes: Thanks to all who are enjoying this as much as I did writing it. Just one more chapter to go! Warnings for major sexy times in this chapter.

This time, as Derek jolted awake, he remembered part of the dream he'd been having. It involved a delightfully naked Spencer and a tub of yoghurt.

Ah… so my dreams change every night… or do they? Maybe I've been having the same recurring dream as well.

Reid peered down at him.

"It's actually beneficial to the body to be up early in the morning, did you know?"

"Really?" Derek grinned.

"Studies have confirmed that people who wake earlier live later, are generally more healthier and less prone to illness and disease."

"That is interesting. Do you know what the best thing about getting up early today is?" He jumped out of bed.

"What's that?"

"I get to spend more time with you."

Spencer blinked. "Ah… ok."

Derek walked over to the window and looked out. "A little overcast. But I still predict a beautiful day." He turned back to the young doctor. "I like that tie." He indicated the red tie that he had tucked into his vest. "Brings out those beautiful big brown eyes."

Said eyes widened a little and a blush reddened the pretty face.

"Ah… thanks, I guess."

"No problem." He rummaged around in his suitcase for some clothes. "You're not used to compliments, are you? That's so strange."

"Why's that?"

Derek straightened up, puzzlement creasing his handsome face. "Because I would think that someone with as many amazing qualities as you would be complimented often."

Spencer snorted.

"It's true, Spence. You're incredibly beautiful, talented, smart, funny and quirky. Most people would be happy to have just two of those qualities."

The young man gave him a hopeful yet perplexed glance he couldn't read. He added it to the list. Unknown emotion 16.

"I'm going to get changed. Today is already looking to be a fantastic day, I can tell already."

He meant it, with every fibre of his being.

Today is the day I stop being such a selfish asshole.

"Oh, the hot water isn't working." Spencer called out, as he entered the bathroom.

Derek pretended to turn it on. "So it isn't. No matter. I'll tell the receptionist downstairs. We'll have a nice warm shower for tonight."

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"It's really the principal of Schroedinger's Cat, isn't it? Two parallel universes are possible, but once a decision is made, then both are folded to one. Though I argue that the very act of creating the possibility for a parallel universe, in effect makes it be created, even after the decision is made." Morgan wanted to show his brilliant friend that he did know a little layman quantum physics.

"I agree!" Reid's voice rose with excitement. "I think that's what the film was trying to say. Who knows the effects of every decision of ours? Maybe we're creating untold dimensions just by walking down these stairs now instead of later or before."

Derek thought about this. Maybe every day, he was in a different parallel universes, the initial starting point being him waking up. He felt himself already starting to get a headache and eased off that line of thought as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Spence just hold up a sec." He turned to the plumpish woman behind the front counter. "Hey doll, we've run out of cold water. Room 42."

"I'm very sorry to hear that, sir." She looked very tired. "I can get it fixed by tonight for you."

"Sure thing." He winked.

Derek then walked over to a candy machine across the foyer and put some money into the slot.

"Hungry?" Spencer asked.

"This isn't for me."

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"Spencer stop!" As he was about to step out of the motel, Morgan gently put a hand on his chest, halting him. The little boy on the tricycle zoomed past.

"Thanks, man. I would have gone straight into him."

"No problem." Morgan stepped up to the kid and knelt down. "How you going, kid?"

The boy looked up with big blue eyes.

"Here." He pulled out the chocolate bar he'd taken out of the machine. "I thought I was hungry but it turns out that I'm not. Do you want this?"

The kid took the bar off him. "Thanks, mister."

Morgan stood up and started to walk up the street, as the mother stepped towards the child.

"Why did you do that?" Spencer asked.

Morgan shrugged.

"How did you know that boy would even be there?"

"Lucky guess." He turned back to Spencer. "Listen, there is someone I need to visit. There's a café just up the road. You don't mind ordering ahead? I'll have a croissant and a black coffee."

"I thought you said you've never been here before."

"Did I say that? I have been here, (dozens of mornings, he thought) only a few times though. There's an old friend I really should visit."

"Right now, at seven in the morning?"

"He also believes in the benefits of getting up early."

Baffled expression 6.

"Ah ok. I guess I'll see you soon."

Morgan recalled how at one point in the prison Craig Whettler had told him that he lived 'in that big mansion at the end of Laurence Street'.

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"Mr. Whettler?"

"Yes?" The man peered out from behind the front door.

"You don't know me but I'm a good friend of Doris. There's something I need to tell you."

The door opened. "What? Is something wrong with Doris?"

"No, quite the opposite, in fact. May I come in?"

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"You see your friend?" Spencer asked, as he joined him under the usual alfresco table. Doris saw him and instantly ambled over with the pancakes.

"Just had a quick coffee."

Derek recalled the conversation. He had told Craig that Doris was up for courting, she just needed a little push.

"And they say someone's been poisoning chemists."

Ah yes, the case.

With everything that had gone on, Derek had almost forgotten about it.

. "Someone's been tampering with aspirin bottles, from four different pharmacies."

A little someone called Annie Richards.

"Different aspirin brands and different pharmacies?"

Morgan nodded.

"So we can rule out extortion and revenge." Spencer looked thoughtful.

"Isn't it great to be alive?" He said with such enthusiasm at the doctor that he was blessed to receive a smile back.

"You're in a really good mood today." Spencer turned the sugar upside down into his coffee.

"I'm with great company. I'm eating great food. What not to like?"

In that instance, a classic MG pulled up and Craig stepped out, a bunch of red roses clutched in his hand.

"Doris…" He sounded oddly nervous. "I need to talk to you."

The woman stepped out from the behind the counter.

"Mr. Whettler." She looked at the roses and giggled. "Right this way."

Spencer watched them step behind the counter with amused eyes.

"Well, that was something."

Morgan couldn't help but laugh.

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"You don't mind if I meet you at the station? There are a few more things I need to do." Morgan said, on the way back to the motel.

"Ah… ok. More friends to visit? Have you got a girl here?" There was a slight edge to his voice.

"No. To be honest Spence, it's… it's my friend John. Him and his wife have been having problems I thought if I talked to her…"

"You said he was the sheriff, right?"

"Yes and he's a bit… let's just say he'll come onto everything that moves. A beautiful boy like you will undoubtedly be subject to a lot of attention. Just ignore him."

Spencer said nothing.

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"Excuse me." The salesman moved away from Derek. "What can I do you for, Vince?"

"Don't, don't sell. I have…" The young man panted, clutching at his chest. "I can give you 500 now." He fumbled around his wallet. "And if we go into your office, we can arrange-"

"Now, now Vince. I'm talking to this fine gentleman, now."

"How short are you, kid?" Derek asked.

"Now, sir, I must-"

"How much?"

Vince looked to the ground. "I'm short a grand. But I can get it by tomorrow, I promise."

Morgan took out his wallet.

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"I don't know what to say, Derek." Sue sat pale and wraithlike on the living room couch, kneading one hand within the other. "I know he loves me. But I also know what he's like."

"I don't have the answers for you two. But I think a start would be some kind of professional help."

The woman bit her lip. "I do love him. God this is so tough." She put her head in her hands.

Derek walked over and started to rub her back. "I'm here for you as well as John. You know that."

"I know. I guess I have some decisions to make."

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"Derek!" John grabbed him and squashed him into a bear hug, not seeming to care that they were standing in the middle of a crowded police station. "Great to see you!"

Morgan happily received the hug.

"Great to see you too, man. Where's Reid?" He looked around the busy station.

"I'm not sure… must have gone to use the can. Kid's quite a whiz. Sorry to say, Derek but he solved the case. A woman named Annie Richards poisoned the cafes to get her husband's body exhumed. Turns out she'd killed him too, two years ago with cyanide. But she figured she'd get more out of his insurance if his death was ruled suspicious. Dr. Reid figured it out when she called the station about half an hour ago."

Morgan smiled to himself.

John gestured him into his office. "Beauty and brains," he said as he opened the door.

"Hell I'm totally aware of that."

His friend peered at him intently a minute, then grinned. "You been getting a little side action there, Derek?"

"It's not like that. I'm crazy in love with him."

"Good for you." John looked to be genuinely pleased. At that point, the sharp ring of a mobile phone sounded from his pocket.

"It's Sue! Do you-?"

"Sure."

Morgan stepped out of the office to see Reid chatting intently with a red-haired man.

"Spencer."

Reid turned and smiled at him in a way that did strange things to his stomach.

"There's an astronomy museum in town. I figured seeing as we have the rest of the afternoon free…"

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As awe-inspiring as the cosmos is, Derek was less enamoured of it, than of the excited man beside him dragging him to the various exhibitions and talking about them with a rising voice.

"I've got to say, Morgan. I've had a really good day." Both stood before a projection of a star going supernova. "Thanks for taking me here. I know it's more my kind of thing…"

"No it's interesting. I like the black hole projection. It's fascinating, the concept that in the centre, the laws of physics don't apply."

Maybe that's it. I'm somehow stuck in the centre of a black hole.

"You could have a purple, two headed Derek Morgan in there."

"You could. And he'd be even more sexy."

Reid laughed.

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"Wow! When I was a kid, they had one of these in playground across the road. Get on a swing. I wanna show you something."

"Ok, whatever you say. I am under your command." Derek only just fitted his hips between the narrow bars.

The young doctor took the other swing and wrapped it around his hand.

"Ready?" He said, gripping the pole in the centre. His face was flushed, eyes sparkling. Morgan nodded, his heart rate going faster.

Spencer yanked at the swing in his hand hard, then started to walk, then run around the pole, dragging the swing with him. Morgan felt himself being lifted into the air, higher and higher, the swing going around faster and faster.

"WEEE HEEEW!" He cried out.

Spencer let the swing go. It flung out into a giant arc, then slammed back in, narrowly missing the doctor by inches. He threw himself to one side and collapsed onto his back, laughing. Derek jumped off the swing and joined him on the grass

"I never thought I'd see Derek Morgan riding around on a swing yelling at the top of his lungs."

Derek reached over and tousled his hair. Spencer rolled over to his side, facing him, scooting forward. He was now so close that Derek could feel his body heat.

"It's been a great day. Surreal, but great."

"As all days-" Derek began.

Suddenly, Spencer's lips were on his. The kiss was soft and chaste. Both pulled back naturally.

"Spencer, I-"

The young man waited.

I'm painfully, crazily in love with you.

"Do you want to get some dinner?"

A brief flash of something in the eyes.

"Sure."

As soon as they stepped into the Italian restaurant, the blue eyed boy ran, screaming past them. Reid put his hands over his ears, momentarily. Morgan couldn't help but laugh. The boy suddenly stopped, saw Derek and, obviously recognising him as the chocolate giving man that morning, gave him a megawatt smile that allowed the young man to forgive every tricycle tripping.

Kids…

"Derek! How are you going?" Vince patted him on the back.

"You know this man?" Spencer asked him.

"This is the best man in the entire world! I'm going to give you the best table we have." Vince said.

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The best table turned out to be on a balcony overlooking the street. Overhead heaters and protective coverings kept the majority of the outside chill out.

"May I recommend the lobster. It's particularly delicious tonight." Vince said, as he handed out the menus. He hovered over them.

"Ah could you give us a few minutes?"

"Sure."

"Look." Spencer whispered, indicating behind them. Morgan quickly turned around. Doris and Craig looked to be in very intimate conversation on the other side of the room.

"I must say I've seen a side I've never seen of you, today." Spencer said.

"And?"

"And I like it."

Get used to it, pretty boy.

Both were interrupted by Vince, waiting to take their orders. Derek deliberately didn't order any alcohol, wanting to go through at least this night with a clear head. Spencer, who rarely drank anyway, also didn't order alcohol.

"I'll ask the cook to make yours extra special." Vince winked as he walked off.

"What's with that waiter?"

Derek shrugged. "No idea."

Spencer shook his head. "You have a way of making people feel good about themselves."

Prentiss had once said something similar to him.

"That's not true. I've hurt you. Badly, in the past. And for that I'm sorry."

"No, Derek, it's-"

"I'm truly sorry. I want to spend every day making it up to you."

"I'm glad we're here. Alone." Spencer suddenly found the tablecloth interesting. Finding his shyness endearing, Derek had to resist the urge to grab his tie and pull him across for another kiss.

Not the right time. Don't push him.

"I hope the others get snowed in." Reid continued. "About this afternoon, when we…?"

"Kissed?" He felt a sour taste creep into his throat. "You don't regret it?"

"No! I just thought that you… might."

"The only thing that I will regret is if there isn't a follow up."

Spencer looked up, a genuine smile crossing his face.

Last night, he told me he thought he was in love with me, Derek reminded himself. That doesn't happen over one day. He suddenly felt even more of an asshole for all the times he deliberately hurt him.

"What's wrong?"

"I was thinking about how hard it is for me to express emotions…"

Spencer didn't say a word, simply waited until Derek was able to speak again.

"It's so much easier to play the tough guy, than to admit vulnerability. I think some of it comes from what happened to me as a kid. The frustrating thing is that I understand everything about how a paedophile works, but I still can't sort through my own difficulties in regards to it."

Spencer's eyes were unnaturally bright. "I feel so helpless. I can't say or do anything to make you feel better."

"Just you being here. That's enough. You make me vulnerable. I gotta say, Spence. Sometimes, when I'm with you I feel like I'm going crazy. But crazy in a good way. I admit I've always been rather intimidated by you."

"The genius thing." The young man scowled.

"Not just that. Your so damned pretty… beautiful. You don't see it, but other people notice as well."

"Look at you, man! I've seen women literally walk into walls when they see you."

Derek reached across and grabbed his hand, feeling it tremble slightly. "You're cold."

"I'm nervous." Spencer admitted.

"Why?"

"Because I've wanted this for so long."

"So have I."

Happy expression number 15.

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As they walked out of the restaurant, Derek briefly saw John and Sue moving quickly up the other side of the road. He opened his mouth to call out, then decided against it.

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Derek noted the way the snow flakes settled on Spencer's light hair. The young man turned and smiled at him. He smiled back, stepped forward, into his body space. The wide-eyed face looked angelic under the sodium glare of the street lamp. Derek reached up and ran a finger over Spencer's chin, leaning in. This time the kiss had more heat to it.

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I'm gonna tell him. As soon as we close that door, I'm going to-

They stepped into the hotel room. Spencer closed the hotel room door and turned to face him.

"Sp-"
"Derek I'm in love with you."

The older man felt his heart rate suddenly zoom. Damned if he didn't feel like he would have a heart attack if it didn't slow down.

"I'm sorry to tell you this now. But I thought if I didn't tell you I'd go mad. I've been in love with you for a long time."
"Well, there's something I've got to tell you."

Spencer looked at him with a hopeful, open expression.

"I'm crazy in love with you. I've been denying it for so long that frankly it's exhausting me."

A beatific smile lit up the young man's face.

"Come here." Derek couldn't resist any more. He grabbed Spencer by his shirt and pulled him forward, claiming his mouth, his hands reaching up to plunge the silky hair. The younger man moaned and leant further into Derek, forcing him to step back.

"Bed." Spencer panted, as both released.

Morgan wasn't going to argue. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and enacted a running dive onto the mattress, rolling headfirst onto the covers. He then turned back to Spencer, grinning.

The young man laughed and shook his head. "You loon."

"How very unpc of you, doctor." Morgan unzipped his pants and pulled them down then flung them at Spencer, who was undoing the buttons of his shirt. They hit him in the stomach.

"Taken out by Derek Morgan's trousers!" He pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor, then walked over to the bed.

"Oh I've got a lot more that can take you out, pretty boy." Derek grinned.

Spencer crawled onto the bed and kissed him on the neck, hands tugging at his boxers. Derek helped him by sliding them down his thighs and kicking them off.

"I think I'd prefer if you just take me, beautiful beautiful man."

"With all your intellectual posturing, you're really just shallow, aren't you?" He teased.

Spencer pulled back and gave Morgan's now naked body a lingering, lustful gaze.

"Yep."

Derek laughed and grabbed his arms, gently flinging him onto his back. He kissed Spencer deeply, unzipping the cumbersome trousers and hastily pulling them down.

"What do you need?" He asked, kissing along his jaw, his hands rubbing and stroking every bit of exposed flesh he could find. Spencer took care of his own underwear by shoving them down and kicking them off.

Morgan pulled up, almost embarrassingly erect. Spencer leant up and gently cupped his jaw.

"I want you to… Do you have?"

"What?"

The vulnerable look in the beautiful face gave it away.

"It's ok." He tenderly kissed his lips. "We don't have to do everything tonight."

He meant it. Even though he would undoubtedly wake up tomorrow morning, with Spencer having no knowledge of this perfect day, he wanted it to stay just as that-perfect.

"I've been waiting too damned long. I want to own you. For you to own me."

Derek felt the words as a jolt to his groin.

Then again…

"Two secs." He jumped off the bed and rummaged around his suitcase.

"A good boy scout." Reid said, smirking.

The older man came back with the required items. For a moment, anxiety crept into the other's face.

"Spencer…"
"I want to. It's just. It's been a while…"

At least he's not a virgin, Morgan thought. He placed the condoms and lube on the drawer next to the bed, as the other man turned around and leant over, bracing his hands against the headboard. Seeing him in such a position made Morgan's already overstimulated senses go into overdrive.

Relax, Derek.

He deliberately pictured Rossi on the toilet. That worked a little.

Grabbing the lube first, he positioned himself behind the young man, kissing his neck then moving up to suck on his earlobe. Spencer started to moan. Undoing the jar, he twirled his fingers inside, then gently prodded at the opening before him. The young doctor started to pant and heave. Encouraged, he slid his finger further in, then slowly added another, tenderly moving back and forth.

"You ok?" He said, as he added a third. He kissed the side of Spencer's face.

"Oh that's good."

Derek kissed his face again and started to scissor his fingers, concentrating on his neck and ear once more.

"Do it. Now, now."

I can't believe I'm about to…

He could barely get the condom on; his hands were trembling that much. He scooped up more of the lube and piled it liberally on top.

"Ok?" He positioned himself behind Spencer, leaning on his back.

"Please…"

Painfully slowly, he pushed himself in. Even so, Spencer's face started to crinkle with pain.

"Do you want me to-?"

"It's ok. It's just… it's been a while."

Morgan continued pushing forward, perturbed that he was hurting his lover. This time he knew the pants weren't entirely because of lust. He reached around and started to stroke the fading erection. Finally, buried to the hilt, he rested on Spencer's back, not moving, concentrating on building the erection up again. After a few moments, Spencer started to moan, then pant.

"Oh yes... that's…yes…"

Derek moved, slowly at first, until his lover started to push back at him, then started to pick up speed. Soon both were moving in unison, groaning and panting.

"Pretty boy…" He sighed, thrusting forward to slam again and again into the spot that made Spencer groan and swear and sigh. His stroking hand picked up pace with his movements.

"Oh….Derek…oh, fuck! Fuck!"

Derek smiled, kissed his shoulder and concentrated on making him scream louder.

"Fuck that's…Derek!"

He felt Reid's insides constrict around him, the arching flesh in his hand pulsating and covering him with mess. He moved the hand up to his mouth and licked it clean.

Spencer sighed. "That was…" For once he seemed out of words.

Content that his lover was now sated, Derek grabbed his hips and started to thrust wildly, now fully concentrating on his own pleasure.

"That's it, Derek, come for me."

Morgan moaned, grabbed Spencer by the chest and pulled him back, biting sharply into his neck.

"Mmm…so good." Spencer flung his head back.

"Oh! Oh! Spencer!" He shouted, pulling him hard to himself and rutting so far inside that it wasn't possible for him to go any further. He groaned and slowly pulled out. Spencer flinched, for which he was again sorry.

Both were quiet as he deposited the condom in the bin and walked over to turn off the light, then joined his lover in the bed. Spencer snuggled against him, head on his chest, arm draped around his waist. Morgan gently stroked his hair, his other hand on his stomach.

"I pray the people in the room next door are heavy sleepers." The young man said.

"Spencer…"

"Mmm…"
"I don't care what happens tomorrow. Even if I have to try make you fall in love with me all over again, then I'll do it. I'll do it forever, if need be."

"What are you talking about? I'm not going to fall out of love with you tomorrow!" He mock punched his stomach. "Silly man."

"I just wanted to say that you gave me a perfect moment. This one right now. And it's worth repeating a number of days to have it."

"Damn, Derek, I never knew you were a romantic."

He grinned. "You should see my Celine Dion collection."

"Mmm…"

Don't fall asleep, Morgan told himself. Don't fall asleep. Don't…

"Morgan, wake up!"

tbc…