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Two days was all it took to solve their case. Two days in which the team hunted down a cannibalistic Unsub through the cold forests around a small town in Colorado. It was a difficult case for Spencer; not just because he was leaving someone at home for the first time, though that was proving harder than he had thought it would be, but because it was his first case back in two weeks. This was the ultimate test to see if he'd managed to repair his shields back to their former strength. The team knew part of the reason he'd taken that vacation was to get that part of him back to normal and so they watched him on this case, making sure that they could be there if he needed them. But he made it through. The emotions hit him just a little harder than normal, yet it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. If anything, it helped him finish that last little bit of strengthening to his shields that he'd needed to do. It also helped that he talked to Remy that night as he was lying in the empty hotel bed and the next day while he'd taken his lunch break. Something about knowing he had the man to call on made things just a little easier.

When they were on the jet and finally flying back home, Spencer was curled up in his seat, fiddling with the gift in his lap that he'd picked up for Remy. He'd gotten it from the gift shop at the hotel. It wasn't much and it wasn't the fanciest present. Still, he had a feeling it would make Remy smile and that was what he wanted.

"What've you got there?" JJ asked, slipping into the seat across from him.

Spencer hooked his finger on the cord on the top and held his hand up, showing her the small blown glass wind chime. The brightly colored pieces of glass caught even the low light from the jet and sent patterns dancing on the table by them. "Oh!" JJ exclaimed. "Spence, it's so pretty! Where'd you get that?"

He carefully set it back in the box it came in, making sure to arrange it the way the man had showed him. "I got this from the hotel gift shop. The man in there said it was made by a local artist and he likes to put the man's stuff in his shop to try and get them sold for him. There were some beautiful pieces. He gave me the artist's card just in case there was anything else I wanted." He looked back up at her, smiling shyly. "I don't know, it kind of made me think of Remy."

JJ grinned. "Aww. You're so sweet. I just knew you'd be the type to spoil your spouse."

"It's easy enough to do. He deserves it." Looking down at his lap, Spencer sighed a little. With JJ of all people, he could open up a little. "No one else ever has, really. He's so used to having nothing, to having no one, that he's easily pleased by the smallest things."

All of a sudden, Derek called out their names, catching their attention. The two turned toward the front of the jet where the others were sitting together. Derek flashed him a grin. "Hey, we're gonna get together at the bar when we land. You guys up for joining?"

"Not me." JJ smiled at them. "I've got two people I'm eager to get home to. No offense, guys."

"What about you, Reid? Call your old man up and see if he'll meet up with us. Give us a chance to visit with him a bit."

The idea held appeal. Not because he wanted to go out and drink. However, the idea of giving his friends and Remy a chance to start to get to know one another better, that was appealing. "I'll call and see what he's doing."

"Great. I'll give you a ride there and he can just meet us. Hey, if Alex is still around, tell him to come too. So long as you two can behave. I don't feel like being eighty-sixed or posting bail tonight."

The taunt from his best friend had Spencer shooting the man a glare before settling back in his seat and pulling out his phone. He dialed the number for Remy's cell and waited, not realizing he was already smiling. The others were watching him and they saw the way he softened, that little half grin in place. That smile grew when Remy answered. "Bonsoir, mon mari. Did somet'ing come up?" Earlier Spencer had called to let him know they were on their way home and that Derek had offered to drive him home from the airstrip.

"Nothing serious." Spencer reassured him. "I'm under orders to call and see if you and Alex would like to meet up with all of us at the bar once we land. Apparently most of the team is meeting up for a few drinks to unwind."

Laughter came over the line. "Sounds like fun to me. Gonna have to keep m' eye on y', though. De last time we went out drinking together, we came back married."

"Yes, well, I think that worked out rather splendidly." Spencer quipped.

It earned him another laugh. "Oui, it did, cher. Where at and when? I'll be dere."

After getting the location from Derek, he passed the information to Remy as well as the time he estimated they'd be there. No sooner had they hung up than his phone started to buzz. Not from a call this time; a text. Spencer furrowed his brows before seeing who it was from. Then he couldn't help but smile. He should have figured. Generally only one person text him – Scott. He quickly opened the message up.

You've been avoiding me – Scott.

Amusement sparked on Spencer's face. With everyone else talking—JJ had moved back with the others while Spencer was on the phone—he had no problems with taking a bit of time to text with his brother.

Would I do that? – Spencer

Yes – Scott

You're keeping something from me – Scott

That made Spencer snort a little to himself. He'd known Scott would know something was up. Usually Spencer called at least once a week unless busy with cases, just to check in with him. He hadn't called him since before the wedding because he knew that Scott would hear something in his voice and either pry it out of him or decide to make an impromptu trip up here. Spencer was going to work to keep his promise to Remy that they wouldn't have to tell anyone at the mansion before he was ready. Granted, Alex knew, and it was going to be amazing if Alex could keep this a secret, but Spencer wasn't going to push Remy into the rest of this. At the same time, he wasn't going to lie to his brother either. Not that it would do him any good.

I am. So? – Spencer

You're a shit. Are you in trouble? – Scott

Go figure that would be Scott's first concern. Then again, with all their lifestyles—and with his personal track record—it was a reasonable conclusion to jump to.

Not in the least. Are you? – Spencer

Not yet. But the day is young – Scott

If you're not in trouble why can't you tell me? – Scott

Spencer had to word this very, very carefully. He took a second to think about what he wanted to say before he typed his reply.

It's not mine to tell – Spencer

I promise, nothing bad is going on. Trust me? – Spencer

It warmed his heart when Scott's reply came back almost instantly. That meant there'd been no hesitation before he typed Always – Scott. To know that Scott had that much faith in him, well, it was a damn good feeling. Spencer knew that biologically, the Colonel was his father, and William was who the world considered his father. But in his heart? The man who had raised him was Scott. When Spencer thought of the paternal figure in his life, the person who had the most impact, the one whose respect and approval he had always sought out, it was always Scott.

Spencer was pulled from his thoughts by the announcement that they were coming in for a landing. Putting away his phone, he settled back and buckled in, eyes drifting toward the window. In just a short time he would see Remy again. They'd only been apart for two days yet Spencer had gotten used to him being there day and night. Especially night. The idea of being back in their bed, in Remy's arms, had Spencer's lips curving in a small, secret smile.


At a large table toward the back of the bar/club, Remy and Alex sat nursing their beers, munching of a platter of fries as they waited for the others to arrive. According to Spencer's estimation, they should be arriving in the next five to ten minutes. Alex tried to bet a twenty that they'd arrive in that five minute window. Remy just cocked a brow at him and shook his head. "Y' t'ink I'm stupid, huh? Dat homme knows his numbers. He probably figured de whole t'ing out in his head in bout five seconds. When it comes to somet'ing like dat, Remy aint dumb enough to bet against Spencer."

Alex took a swig off his beer, his head cocked as he looked at Remy. "Happy he's almost home?"

"Oui." Remy didn't even bother to deny it. His confirmation was heartfelt. "Got used to having him dere s' much. Felt kind of…empty, y' know?"

"I still can't believe it, Remy. I never thought I'd see the day where you'd settle down, get all domestic and shit." Shaking his head, Alex snagged a fry. "I mean, don't take it the wrong way, but you're practically playing the little housewife here. It's hard as hell to picture the Ragin' Cajun so domesticated. You used to live for the next thrill."

The words didn't offend Remy. He knew the truth of them. Hell, anyone who had known him would know the truth of those words. Or, anyone who knew him before Antarctica. "I still live fo' de next thrill." Remy said slowly. He was trying to think about his words as he said them, hoping to manage to say them right. "De thrills are just…different. I don't need de fights no more. B'fore, dey always made me feel so, so alive. Merde, dat rush y' get when y' jump in battle. When it's just y' and y'r wits and y' don't know if de next blow is gonna be de last. If mebbe dis time y' aint gonna move fast enough or think fast enough and y'r gonna be done. It's a rush. Dieu, it made me feel so alive. Sometimes dat was de only time Remy felt alive."

Pausing, Remy took a drink off his beer, looking down at it when he was done. He didn't know that his expression softened with his next words. "Now? Now I look at Spencer and he smiles at me with dat little shy half smile and m' heart speeds up. I say somet'ing and get dat laugh outta him, dat one dat has de almost childlike sound to it, and I smile. Y' know, I always been somet'ing else. Someone else. Le Diable Blanc, Jean-Luc's boy, a t'ief, Gambit, M. Essex's property, Scotty's t'ief, Rogue's toy. With Spencer, I may be Spencer's husband, but dat's not what he sees when he looks at me. He looks at me and he just seems Remy. And Remy's all I got to be."

Alex could only stare for a moment. His mind was processing everything Remy said while he stared at the man, amazed that he'd said so much. "I've never heard you be so open."

"Remy's learning not to care no more bout what everyone t'inks. Dis is me, like it or not. I lived a life of secrets, me. What'd it get me? Left alone on de ice." And anymore, he was realizing that there was only one person he felt the need to impress and that person already liked him for who he was. A sudden shrug and a cocky grin put Remy back to his usual amused, slightly smug look. "Plus, y'r family now, mon frère. Figure y'r stuck with dis Cajun, one way or another, non?"

Something tugged at the edges of Remy's mind and he tipped his head up, looking instinctively across the room. Even as he did, a familiar warmth caught him and he knew what he'd find. "Dey're here." He said just as the door to the bar opened and the BAU team walked in. Dave and Emily came first, chatting and laughing. Following directly behind them were Derek and Penelope, the two of them grinning at something Derek was saying. Last, but definitely not least, came Spencer. Remy's eyes locked on the man and his smile grew. Then he saw Spencer's face and his smile faded a little. There was just a hint of a pinched look at the edges of his eyes and a slight tenseness to his body. The eyes that sought him out and finally settled on him seemed just a tad over bright.

Instinctively Remy rose, not really paying attention as Alex stood as well and gestured everyone over to the table. Behind his sunglasses, Remy only had eyes for one. Even as he greeted the others, his attention was on Spencer. He didn't think about it, moving on instinct as he stepped back from his chair and held his hands out. Spencer surprised him by not taking his hands, but simply stepping right into his arms. Easily Remy adjusted and he wrapped Spencer in a hug, sighing at the feel of having this man in his arms again, at the feel of the arms that came around his waist. Everything just felt a little better. This close, Remy could also feel Spencer's emotions better and he could feel the edge of tiredness and a little pain that was almost completely overshadowed by a sensation of relief and contentment and happiness. Those last three had come the instant Remy's arms had closed around him. The idea that he could do that for the man had Remy's heart swelling a little. He turned his head in, brushing a kiss over Spencer's cheek. "Welcome home, cher."

"It's good to be home." Spencer murmured back to him.

Remy nuzzled at his cheek, getting Spencer's head to turn just enough that he could lean in and take his lips. Almost the instant he did, catcalls and gagging sounds came from the table. The two broke apart, Remy laughing and Spencer hiding his blushing face against Remy's neck.

"Don't let us stop you!" Penelope grinned at them. "You two are fueling my fantasies for at least a month."

For a moment Remy contemplated before deciding he couldn't resist. His grin grew a little and he tipped his shades down to wink at her. "Is dat all? T'ink we can do better'n dat. Let's go dance, Spencer! We'll give de femme at least another few months of fantasies."

Spencer lifted his face, cheeks still delightfully pink, and shook his head. "Oh, no. I've had nowhere near enough alcohol for that."

Below them, Alex scoffed. "Spence? Dance? Listen, we'd like to keep the injury list down to a minimum tonight."

That was the perfect motivation. Spencer shot an offended look down at his brother and Remy shamelessly took advantage of that. He started tugging on Spencer, pulling him out toward the floor where the others were dancing. "Come on, cher! Let's show y'r frère dat he don't know what he's talking about!"

Those at the table watched with amusement as Spencer struggled slightly against Remy's hold, losing completely. The Cajun dragged him right out into the mix and gave him no chance to try and escape. Penelope cheered for them when Spencer gave in and let Remy's hands guide him. Derek rolled his eyes but he couldn't keep from smiling. He had to admit, Remy sure as hell seemed to make Spencer happy. "I can't believe he got Reid out there to dance."

"And look at them move." Penelope said with a happy little sigh. Her eyes were locked on the two men that were completely ignoring the crowd around them. "Who knew Reid could actually dance?"

Emily stole one of the fries from Alex's basket, grinning at him when he gave a mock glare. Then she turned her eyes back to the couple on the floor. Spencer's arms were around Remy's neck and Remy had his hands on Spencer's hips, guiding him through the motions. Occasionally you could see Spencer stumble a little but Remy was always there to straighten him out. "I think it's all in who leads." She told her friend with a laugh. "But I can't believe he looks like he's actually having fun doing it!"

Leaning back in his seat, Alex took a pull off his beer, shaking his head a little. "He's not as boring as he comes off most the time. It takes a bit, but you can get him to let his hair down and have fun once in a while. He just typically…doesn't." A byproduct, Alex knew, of growing up in an environment where he'd had to be more adult than child and where staying silent and out of sight had been the code. But he was definitely 'letting his hair down' now. There was a wide grin on his face as he and Remy danced. Alex saw as Spencer leaned in, saying something in Remy's ear. Whatever Remy's response was, it had Spencer throwing his head back and laughing.

Dave came walking back over to the table then, having escaped to grab a round of drinks for everyone. He was just passing them around when the song ended and Spencer and Remy made their way back to the table, ignoring the new song that started up. There was a slight flush to Spencer's cheeks and he was smiling. Remy was smiling as well, happy with the results of his plan. He'd wanted to make Spencer smile and chase some of those shadows back and he'd managed just that. The two wound their way through the crowd and came back to
the table. Just to make the man laugh, Remy took his seat and gave Spencer no time to sit in a chair beside him, instead hooking a hand on his waist and toppling the man into his lap. It had the wonderful side effect of having Spencer's arms fling around Remy's neck to hold on so that he wouldn't fall.

Laughter was bright on Spencer's face when he gave Remy a mock glare. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all." Remy responded cheekily.

"There is a perfectly good seat right there next to you."

Penelope and Emily almost fell over one another to pull the chair away. "No there isn't!" Penelope told him.

Color rode high in Spencer's cheeks as he looked out at his team, trying to shift a little and gain some semblance of decorum despite being sprawled on Remy's lap. "You two are not helping matters."

"Sure we are." Emily countered. Her grin was wide and happy. "We've never seen you like this before, Dr. Reid. It's nice to see you letting go and having fun just like the rest of us. It's rare enough that we're going to encourage it while it happens."

"Though isn't it usually the wife that sits on the husband's lap?" Alex asked impishly. He took a drink off his beer before grinning at them. "I mean, you are Dr. and Mr. Reid, right? So it looks like you two have this backwards."

Instead of giving in to Alex's teasing, Remy rolled with it, flashing a grin of his own. In a move so fluid it startled the others, Remy twisted and deposited Spencer into the chair before sliding onto the man's lap. Spencer took it all with a laugh and a head shake, his cheeks still bright with his blush. However, he did let his arms wrap around Remy's waist, holding him loosely while Remy grinned cheekily at Alex. "Dat better fo' y', mon frère?"

"It's fine for me!" Penelope joked. Before either man could say a word, she had her phone out and snapped a picture of them. Spencer immediately tried to stretch out to take her phone from her. Remy grinned and put a hand on Spencer's chest, holding him back against the chair. "Let me see dat, cher." He asked the woman. When she spun it around, Remy slid his glasses down just enough to take a look. "Dat's a bon picture right dere. Y' send dat to Remy?"

"Sure. Here, just put your number in and send it." She handed her phone over and Remy took it one handed, still keeping Spencer back with his other hand as he typed in his number and saved it to her phone before sending the picture and handing her the phone back. "Dere y' go. And now y' got Remy's number too. We ought to get together some time. Spencer says y' like to shop and dis one here aint one fo' shopping dat much, so I gotta find me a new shopping partner."

As the two started to talk, Spencer resigned himself to their seating arrangement and sat back in his seat, leaving one arm loosely around Remy's waist while reaching out with his other hand for his drink. He took a sip, looking over to Alex. "So how long are you planning on staying around for?"

"Looking to get rid of me already, pidge?" Raising an eyebrow, Alex smirked at him, enjoying the way Spencer suddenly flushed and grew flustered. Before his baby brother could try to correct himself, Alex laughed and waved a hand. "Naw, I'm kidding. I actually have a plane to catch out tonight. Got a few things on the other coast to take care of. But I'll be back through this way in about a month. I've got another twenty minutes or so before I gotta get my bag outta your car and catch a cab."

"You want me to take you to the airport?"

"Naw, you stay here, enjoy yourself."

The two paused for a moment, listening as Remy started to talk with Derek about coming by and giving his opinion on putting in a skylight in the attic. Hearing that made Spencer smile. So Remy had decided to paint again. Each time it had been brought up there had been longing in him that had Spencer continuing to encourage it. He was glad to see Remy would give it a shot again. If it made him happy, Spencer was all for it. He smiled as Derek started getting into an in depth discussion on the structural aspect of putting the skylight in, looking just a little surprised at Remy's knowledge.

Alex was apparently a little surprised too. He scooted his chair just a little closer so he and Spencer could talk to one another without interrupting the conversation in front of them. "I didn't realize he knew that much about home renovation."

"Who? Morgan or Remy?"

"Remy."

Spencer smiled, absently rubbing his thumb against Remy's shirt, right over his stomach. "I didn't either, but I'm not surprised. He seems to absorb knowledge in any form."

"So he's as nerdy as you are. Who would've guessed?" In a flash, Alex leaned back, getting out of distance of Spencer's hand just in time to save him from having a small jolt of electricity run over his shirt. They may have been immune to one another's powers, but that was only directly. Spencer had long ago learned that he could turn an object into a Taser and still use it to shock his brother, though it was still nowhere near as strong as it was if he did it to someone else. He even knew how to do it discreetly, so no one would have seen anything. Smirking, Alex shook his head. "You'll have to be faster than that, pidge."

"Yes, well, it's rather difficult to lunge after you while being held in place." He gestured at Remy to make his point. In response, the Cajun shifted his hips just a little, never breaking stride in his conversation. It sounded like he'd moved on to discussing Italian art with Dave. That little wiggle of Remy's hips had Spencer tightening his grip against Remy's stomach for a moment, a warning to him to behave. They were in public after all. That didn't seem to deter the man. If anything, it encouraged him. Remy shifted again, making as if he were simply stretching for a napkin. Spencer knew better. He flattened his hand against Remy's stomach, pulling him back and forcing him to be still. "Be nice, you."

Remy turned his head enough that Spencer saw one eye from the side of Remy's shades. "Or what?"

For a second his mind blanked before he came up with a suitable threat. "Or I won't give you the present I brought."

That was even more effective than he'd planned. Remy completely abandoned any games, or any attention to anyone outside of Spencer, and he turned his body so that he could put his arms around Spencer's neck, his face lit up with excitement. "Y' brought me somet'ing? Where is it?"

Laughter tickled the back of Spencer's throat. The Cajun looked almost childlike in his excitement. "Yes, I brought you something. Be nice to me and I'll give it to you when we get home." Spencer teased him.

Remy leaned in, stealing a kiss. "I'll be bon, me."

Their conversation was interrupted just then by Alex speaking up and letting everyone know that he had to head out to catch his cab to the airport. Once more Spencer looked at him and offered "Just let me drive you, Alex. It's ridiculous to pay for a cab when my car is right outside."

"You're having a good time here, pidge." Alex started to say.

He was cut off by Remy waving a hand. "Spencer's right. Y' don't need to pay fo' a cab when it aint nothing fo' us to take y'. De others don't mind, do y'?" He looked at the team, all of whom agreed with him. Without giving Alex any more time to protest, Spencer and Remy both rose, saying their goodbyes to the team. Derek walked out with them so Spencer could get his go bag and messenger bag out of the car. He reminded Spencer while they were out there that technically they all still had the next day, Sunday, off before coming back on Monday and then set up with Remy to stop by late in the afternoon to see about the skylight. Moments later, Spencer was in the passenger's seat of the car, Alex in the back and Remy behind the wheel as they headed toward the airport.


Saying goodbye to family was always a little difficult for Spencer. A tiny part of him, that little bit leftover from the kid he'd once been, always worried about whether or not he would see them again when he said goodbye. Honestly, there was good reason too, knowing the kinds of things that could happen to them out there. After saying goodbye, he was a little quiet on the way home, sorting his thoughts back in order. Remy just drove the car, keeping quiet as well to allow him the time he needed to get his head on normal once more. They were almost home when Spencer finally sighed out a breath and smiled a little, turning some in his seat. He looked at the profile of Remy's face in the darkened car and felt his smile soften slightly. Without even thinking about it, he found himself blurting out what was in his mind. "I missed you."

He saw a slight blush on Remy's cheeks when oncoming headlights lit the car for a moment. Remy's hand reached out, stroking over Spencer's thigh for a moment. "I missed y' too, cher." The car went quiet for a moment before Remy spoke again. "What's bothering y', mon mari? When y' got to de bar, I could see it on y'r face, whatever it is. An it's been bugging at y' off an on all night."

Surprise filled Spencer. He had thought he'd been shielding that emotion pretty well. Apparently not. He chewed on his lip for a moment, one hand reaching out to rest on Remy's leg, tracing patterns there in a self-soothing way. If there was anyone who would understand what was going on, it would be Remy. He knew that. Reminding himself of it made it a little easier for him to answer the man. "Sometimes, not as often as it used to be, some cases are a little harder than others. Not just the case itself, but, well, the emotions I pick up on them. Some seem to sneak past my shields better than others. This was one of them. So I'm a little out of sorts. I just need to let them run their course and burn out, that's all."

"Je suis désolé, Spencer."

Spencer had learned enough of Remy's Cajun to remember that those words meant 'I'm sorry'. He smiled as they pulled into the driveway. "It's all right. Like I said, it doesn't happen as often as it used to. This one was probably because I've been gone for a while, so it was more of a shock to come back."

"Could be. How do y' usually burn it out? I know y' can wait it out but sometimes dat's not always dat easy." The two climbed out of the car, conversation pausing until they were out the doors shut. Then Remy picked it back up. "Y' got a routine y' do to help? Used to go to de Danger Room, me. Work out until I could barely breathe."

Spencer followed Remy up the walk, shrugging lightly at his question. "I generally end up waiting it out. Or finding some way to distract myself. When I was younger, I used to go running. Just run and run until I couldn't feel it all anymore."

"Mm." Remy slid the key in the lock, opening the door and stepping inside. Spencer came in and shut the door, flipping the lock out of habit before turning around to head inside. Just as he turned, he found Remy right there, stepping so close that Spencer instinctively stepped back against the door. The Cajun was grinning at him, a sensual little grin that almost instantly had Spencer's heart rate spiking a bit. "Y' know, dere are much more fun ways to burn dose kinds of t'ings out." Remy purred at him. He stepped right up to Spencer, letting their bodies press together, lips only scant inches apart. "Much more fun."

Spencer couldn't seem to think, let alone form sentences. The best he could get out was an "Oh?"

That smirk still in place, Remy gave his hips a little roll, making Spencer gasp. "Oui." His breath ghosted over Spencer's lips. Reaching up, Remy pulled off his sunglasses, his eyes on Spencer's face while he tossed them behind him. There was a devilish glint there that told Spencer that Remy had something planned; what, he didn't know. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy it, though. Remy's hips rolled against his again right as Remy finally, finally brushed his lips over Spencer's, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. "Let me show y'." And in a move that Spencer hadn't been expecting, Remy suddenly slid down his body. Spencer barely had a chance to try to stammer out a 'what' when Remy's hands were attacking his belt and Spencer lost all ability to put thoughts together at all when Remy pulled his clothes down just enough for his cock to spring free. He sucked in a breath, his question cutting off. Then the man was taking him into his mouth and Spencer could only groan. Holy shit!

His head thumped back against the door and one of his hands lifted of its own accord, threading in Remy's silky hair. Not holding him there, just adding that connection, that touch between them. Remy must have approved because he gave a little hum that had Spencer's hips jerking slightly. It took all his control to not tighten his grip in Remy's hair and thrust into the wet heat of his mouth. The man was bobbing his head, driving Spencer crazy, doing things with his tongue that should have been illegal and it all just felt so good, so damn good. He couldn't think, could only lean against the door and try to stay upright, not even caring about the sounds he made. It was wonderful. It was heaven. But he wanted more. Oh, he wanted more.

He let his hand tighten just lightly in Remy's hair, surprised at the moan the man let out. Later. He'd think about that later. Now, he used that grip to pull Remy off him, to encourage him to rise. As soon as the man did, Spencer moved them to the side, pressing his body against Remy's to pin him to the wall and kiss him, hot and hard and demanding. It thrilled him to feel Remy's moan, to hear it. Spencer pressed harder against him, kissing him for all he was worth. When he broke the kiss, it was a definite boost to the ego to see the dazed look on his partner's face. Spencer took advantage of the moment, bending to yank off first one shoe and then the other, allowing him to kick his pants and boxers off. Then he was back against Remy once more, biting his bottom lip and drawing it in, soothing it with his tongue. He felt Remy's hands on his hips and responded by bringing his own hands up and pushing at Remy's jacket, sliding it off his shoulders. Remy took the hint and moved away from the wall enough that his jacket could drop down.

Spencer traced his tongue over Remy's lips and Remy met his passion, their kiss turning into a duel for dominance. At the same time, their hands were moving almost frantically over one another, stripping each other out of their clothes, and Spencer didn't even care that they were still in the entryway. He didn't care that they'd barely made it into the house. Remy had started this and they were both caught up in the heat of it now, growing stronger and stronger with each touch.

Spencer won the battle of dominance in their kiss. He thrilled as Remy's body melted against him, giving in to his kiss and his touch, their clothes gone now so that skin pressed against skin. When Spencer broke the kiss to taste along his neck, Remy threw his head back, not caring about the thump it made against the wall. "Spencer." He choked out. "Merde, Spencer, encule moi, s'il tu plait!"

Heat arrowed through Spencer at those husky words. Lifting his head, he nipped at the bottom of Remy's ear, loving how it made him shudder. Emboldened by Remy's responses, Spencer didn't even think of his usual shyness. He pressed his hips forward, undulating just enough to drive them crazy. "English, honey. I don't know what those ones mean."

"Bon Dieu." Remy's hands tightened on his hips as he pushed against him. "Fuck me, Spencer. Encule moi. Need y'."

Oh holy shit. Hearing those words in that thick Cajun drawl turned Spencer on more than he had thought they could. He gave a full body shudder before biting down Remy's neck. He tried to pull back to move them toward the bedroom but Remy yanked him back in, kissing him hard. When they broke apart, they were both panting. "Bedroom." Spencer managed to say. Remy's arms twined around his neck, his body rolling against Spencer's and it was enough to keep them both moaning. "Here." Remy gasped out. "Now. Now, Spencer. Need y' now."

"We don't have any supplies." It was getting harder and harder to fight him. Remy was twining around him, clinging tightly and Spencer couldn't stop himself from running his hands over all that skin, tracing all that smoothness, running his nails over it so that Remy shivered against him. Then Remy was grabbing one of Spencer's hands and bringing it up to his mouth and Spencer groaned loudly as Remy's mouth closed over his fingers, his tongue swirling around them, moistening them well. Jesus. Still sucking on Spencer's fingers, Remy twisted his body, turning to face the wall in one smooth move, grinding his ass back as he did. The message was clear and there was no way in hell Spencer was going to be able to say no. He leaned in, nosing Remy's hair out of the way so that he could get to his neck. He pulled his fingers from Remy's mouth and brought them down, tracing one over Remy's entrance. He bit down on Remy's neck right as he slid his first finger in.

Spencer may not have had a lot of experience, but he had an eidetic memory and encyclopedic knowledge of human anatomy. He took everything he knew and used it in that moment to drive Remy as crazy as the man had driven him. With lips and teeth and tongue he mapped out hot spots on Remy's neck and shoulders and spine, hitting places the Cajun hadn't even known were erogenous spots, all the while moving his fingers, stretching and teasing Remy, preparing him. He catalogued every sigh, every gasp, every purr, every moan that his actions caused, storing them away in his mind, until finally Remy had enough and he was thrusting back against Spencer's hand, begging in a garbled mix of English and Cajun that was beyond erotic. Spencer couldn't hold himself back and he withdrew his fingers. He used his precum to lubricate his cock before lining himself up against Remy's entrance. Then he grasped those slender hips, holding him in place so that Remy couldn't shove back against him, allowing him to slowly press in. It was beyond heaven. A ragged groan tore free and his head dropped back as he slid in inch by inch, savoring the feel of it.

When he was fully seated, he stroked his hands over Remy's back, feeling the man trembling against him. He slid his hands up Remy's arms to where his hands were braced against the wall. Remy shifted, threading their fingers together and holding Spencer's hands tight at the same time that he rocked his hips back, making the both of them moan. Spencer started to move his hips slowly, setting a steady pace that was designed to drive them mad. The air around them filled with the sounds of harsh breathing and moans; random pleas from Remy which Spencer ignored. He continued at his steady pace, savoring in the feel, relishing the emotions that were filling him and the ones he could feel from Remy. Spencer slowly started to increase his pace, dropping his forehead down to rest against Remy's shoulder, his own breathing ragged. Their skin was soaked with sweat and they were both trembling, quivering, straining toward that last release. Adding a slight swivel to his hips, Spencer hit just the right angle, making Remy's whole body shake. If it hadn't been for their joined hands, the older man might've slid straight down to the floor. But Spencer kept his grip tight and held him there, thrusting harder and harder and Remy's body was bowing and his head threw back and his cries echoed around the room as his body found its release. Spencer clung on for a few more thrusts, riding out Remy's orgasm, groaning at the feel of that tight channel clenching so much tighter around him, and then he couldn't hold out anymore and his cries echoed after Remy's.

The two slid limply down to the floor, content to collapse there amongst their clothes in a heap of tangled limbs. Spencer lay on his back, the floor a cool contrast to the heat on his skin, with Remy curled up half over him. The both of them were panting and their bodies still gave the occasional twitch. It took almost five minutes before Spencer could find his voice again. "We should get up."

"Mm." Remy mumbled. He pressed an absent kiss against Spencer's chest. "Can't feel m' legs yet."

Spencer couldn't help but feel a little smug. He lifted a hand, brushing back sweat dampened hair from his face. His head rolled to the side and he saw his messenger bag. For a second he just looked at it before his brain started to work enough for him to remember something. "Shit!" He fought to make himself move, stretching sideways to grab the strap of his bag and yank it over. Remy half rose, propping himself up on his arms to look at him with concern. "Quoi?"

For a second Spencer ignored him, flipping open his bag and peeking inside at the little box in there. He cracked the box and looked in, giving a relieved sigh when he saw nothing had broken. He hadn't even thought of that when he'd shed the bag and dropped it. If he'd broken this, he would've been extremely upset. Thank heavens for small favors. "I was afraid I broke it."

"Broke what?"

Smiling, Spencer pulled the box out, setting it on his chest. "Your present." He brought his arms up, folding his hands behind his head to prop it up so he could watch as Remy's face lit up. The man shifted his position quickly, leaning on Spencer's stomach so that he could lift one hand and pull the box down closer to him. He looked up at Spencer as if checking to make sure it was okay. When Spencer nodded, Remy grinned and quickly opened the box up. Almost instantly his eyes lit and his smile grew. "Oh, cher." Reaching in, Remy grabbed the hook at the top, lifting the wind chime out of the box and holding it up so that it dangled from his hand. All the colored bits of blown glass tinkled against one another as he lifted it, the light in the room catching on them and making them shine. A little shake of Remy's hand had them moving, jingling against one another. "C'est si beau!"

"I found it at the gift shop of the hotel. The man there buys from a local artist and sells them. He put the card in there as well. I saw it in the window and it made me think of you."

Remy put it back into the box and carefully set the box aside before stretching up to press a kiss to Spencer's lips. "Merci beaucoup, mon mari. Merci."

"Mm. You're very welcome, Remy."

Suddenly Remy was shifting again, his body stretching over Spencer's, and an evil little grin was on his lips. "Let Remy t'ank y' properly." He purred out. And as the man's hands started to slide over his body and Spencer found himself caught in another kiss, he couldn't help but think that if this was the thanks he got, he was going to be bringing plenty of presents home for his Cajun.