The smell of coffee was what woke Spencer. He didn't even bother opening his eyes. Shifting under the blankets, he lifted his head just enough to sniff the air. Oh yeah, that was definitely coffee. A second later he heard a soft laugh. "You are so predictable, Spencer." Morgan teased him. Who cared about being predictable? This involved coffee; it was a life or death matter. Spencer moved again, snaking an arm out from the blankets, reaching blindly for wherever the cup was. He heard movement and then Morgan saying "Ah, ah, not quite yet, baby boy."
Not quite yet? What?
Spencer burrowed into the blankets and kept his arm out, opening and closing his hand, hoping Morgan would get the picture. Instead his friend laughed at him again. "Nuh uh, not quite yet, I told you. You've got to get up first."
What? The idea was so ludicrous that Spencer actually opened one eye to try and see if Morgan was serious. He couldn't be, could he? Spencer rolled his eye until he found Morgan, who was standing about a foot away from the bed. In his hands was a large mug. A large, steaming mug. Coffee. That was all Spencer could focus on. "Coffee." He mumbled, pointing to the cup.
Humor lit Morgan's eyes in a way Spencer would normally appreciate. If he was more awake and had his usual caffeine. Right now it only irritated him.
"Come on, Spencer. I even brought you your robe cause I know how cold you get in the mornings. It's right there at the foot of the bed."
Who gave a damn about the robe? "Coffee." He repeated, a little firmer this time. Maybe Morgan was slow today. Or maybe he'd hit his head and suffered amnesia and therefore couldn't remember that Spencer did not function without coffee. Yes, he got up at home and made it on his own. But Morgan was standing right there with a cup of it, taunting him with its aroma. The bastard.
Morgan shook his head and grinned. "Nope. Gotta get up first. Come on, I'll even help you into your robe if you want. But we've got some plans today and they don't involve you sleeping the day away. So let's get you up and showered."
Oh, so now he had to get up and shower and Morgan was going to bribe him into it with a cup of coffee? "Derek. Coffee."
"I know you, pretty boy. You'll just lay there and drink the coffee and go back to sleep for a while. I aint falling for it." He moved the cup a little, trying to entice him. "It's the last cup right now. New pot will take a little bit to make. I can have more ready when you're out of the shower." When Spencer still didn't move, only opened his other eye to glare at him, Morgan grinned and lifted the cup like he was going to drink out of it.
Spencer's eyes widened with horror. "No!"
"Then get up."
There really was no way around this, was there? He glared at the man who was supposed to be his best friend. With a loud grumble, he grabbed the robe from the foot of the bed and pulled it up, at least having the presence of mind to put his arms into it and pull it on as best he could before he climbed out of the blankets. That way, the camera saw none of his exposed skin. He belted the robe as he rose up. Then he held his hand out again. "Coffee." He spat out.
Morgan grinned at him before turning and leaving the room. "I'll leave it on the bathroom counter!" he called back. Spencer couldn't stop himself from gaping after him in shock. Not only had Morgan manipulated him out of bed, but he'd then taken the coffee to the bathroom to force him to go there. "Son of a bitch." Spencer grumbled under his breath. There was no choice now, though. He grudgingly set off toward the bathroom.
At least Morgan was intelligent enough not to be in the bathroom when Spencer got there. The younger man practically pounced on the cup, picking it up and immediately taking a sip. When he lifted his head, sighing at that first taste, he noticed the shower was on, but empty. Morgan had turned the water on for him? How…odd. And nice.
Didn't mean he was forgiving him yet, though. Oh no. He'd get back at Morgan for this one. Number one rule in the world of Spencer Reid: don't mess with that first cup of coffee. Things will not be pretty.
He amused himself with revenge fantasies once he'd climbed into the shower. Taking another bracing drink of his coffee—and draining half the cup—Spencer leaned past the curtain to set the cup on the counter. About that time he realized that:
1. He hadn't closed the door
2. Morgan was coming in
Still annoyed with the older man, Spencer glared at him, freezing in place to look at his cup. Morgan chuckled and strolled right in and leaned against the bathroom counter. "I'm not here to take your coffee, baby boy. You're up and that's all I wanted."
Spencer thought about it a moment more before deciding it was safe. He set the cup down and leaned back inside the shower. On the other side of the curtain he heard the door shut and then Morgan move closer; it sounded like he was now leaning on the wall on the other side of the shower curtain. "I thought you'd be a little shy with me this morning."
That had Spencer peeking his face out to look at Morgan "Not enough coffee in me yet for that." Spencer told him simply. Half a smile curved his lips. "I'll get there. Just give me time yet."
He ducked back in and grabbed his shampoo. While he started to lather his hair, he looked down at his body. That was enough to start some of the embarrassment. There was still cum dried to his stomach. Holy crap. Had he really fallen asleep covered in his and Morgan's bodily fluids? Usually he couldn't wait to get out of bed and Michael off of him. But last night he hadn't wanted to do anything that would have taken him out of Morgan's embrace.
What he'd experienced with the older man was unlike anything. It had been wonderful and absolutely mind-blowing. He hadn't known that people could be made to feel that way.
"I can hear you thinking again, Spencer."
Furrowing his brow, Spencer paused in rinsing his hair to stick his head out again. "It is physically impossible to claim that you can…" He was cut off by Morgan pressing a kiss to his lips. When they pulled apart, Morgan grinned and flicked a finger over a strand of wet hair that was hanging in Spencer's face. "Look at that." He teased lightly. "I got you to stop in mid ramble. I'll have to remember that one."
"I…hmm." At a loss for words, Spencer's cheeks heated and he ducked his head back in, resuming rinsing his hair. He was kind of amazed with himself at the moment. Here he was, standing here with Morgan just on the other side of the curtain and he wasn't embarrassed. At least, not about being naked in the shower. "Is there a reason you're in here picking on me, Derek? Or just some early morning enjoyment?"
"Trust me, Spencer. My early morning enjoyment definitely wouldn't have me on this side of the curtain."
Heat flared to life low in Spencer's stomach. Tipping his head back and closing his eyes, he worked up his courage and asked "Then why are you over there while I'm in here?" He was rewarded by the sound of Morgan's sharp gasp followed by a low moan. "Ah, pretty boy. You'll be the death of me. We've got things to do today and I let you sleep late because you looked so tired. Otherwise I'd be in there right now, pressing you up against the wall."
This time it was Spencer's turn to moan. He was coming to realize that he really loved it when Morgan talked to him like that. Who would have known he'd be someone who got turned on by dirty talk?
"Don't you start making those noises over there, Spencer, or I'll lose my resolve and we're going to end up being late." Morgan chided him sternly. "You make the sexiest noises."
Spencer chewed on his lip while he started to wash his body. "You never said the reason you're in here, Derek." He reminded him. It was obvious he was trying to distract the both of them.
He heard Morgan sigh slightly. "Oh, yeah. I wanted to let you know that Timmy gave me his number before we left last night and asked us to meet up with them today. They offered to kind of show us around, take us down by the campus and show us all the spots to go to down there. Coffee shops, restaurants, different things like that. I figured it'll get us out socially, which is something we need to do."
"True. All the other victims were active in their social lives. Not to the extreme, but they did have friends they went out with. Thankfully they weren't the partying type, so we don't have to worry about attending college frat parties." The idea of that made Spencer shudder. No thank you. He'd been to one of those and that had been plenty enough for him.
The laugh Morgan gave showed that his frat party experience had been completely different. "I would've made sure you had a good time, babe."
Once again Spencer had to poke his head out. "Babe?" he questioned. Furrowing his brow, he shook his head. "I'm not a pig."
Laughing, Morgan leaned in to steal another kiss before Spencer ducked back inside. "Well, sugar works, but doesn't seem right all the time. What about sweetheart?"
"I don't think so, Derek."
"Pudding?"
"No."
"Love bug?"
Rinsing himself off, Spencer held in his laugh and ended up snorting. "No."
"I could ask Misty for ideas."
Horror widened Spencer's eyes. "No!" That was the last thing he needed Morgan doing. But hearing her code name reminded Spencer about his conversation with Garcia the night before. He also realized he'd never told Morgan about that. "I forgot to tell you about the call I had with her." He said. For the next five minutes he caught Morgan up on everything that Garcia had told him. When he was done, the bathroom was quiet for a minute.
"That means someone was watching last night." Morgan said slowly.
With as hard as he was blushing, Spencer felt like his face was on fire. "Yes." He said in a short, clipped tone. "Thanks for that reminder."
"Well, at least it was her. She'll enjoy the hell out of those images for a while. Don't worry too much, pretty boy. I bet she made sure no one but her was watching that part. She'd know how embarrassed you would be to have everyone watching it. All teasing aside, she's pretty protective of you."
That only made him feel marginally better. He shut the shower off, reaching a hand out to grab the towel that Morgan was holding out. Looking up, he met Morgan's gaze and blushed harder at the grin his friend was wearing. "Oh, shut up." He grumbled as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "I was the one that was the…visual one." He tried to watch his words, realizing that they could be heard now because the shower was off. Only if someone was in their home, true, but they couldn't be too cautious right now. The place still needed to be swept for listening devices.
Morgan snaked an arm out, pulling Spencer close when he stepped out of the tub. He didn't seem to mind the wetness of Spencer's skin soaking into his clothes. "You look absolutely fucking sexy when you cum, baby boy. Don't be ashamed of that." He purred at him. The sound went straight to Spencer's gut, a solid heat settling there. It didn't help that he and Morgan were pressed together and he could tell that Morgan's words were turning not just Spencer on, but the both of them.
"I'm not ashamed. I just, that's private." He muttered against Morgan's neck. Unconsciously he brought his hands to twine around Morgan's neck. One of his fingers idly traced patterns against Morgan's skin. "I've never felt that way before. I've never, well, you know. It kind of makes it a little weird that someone was watching when I did."
Morgan's hands stopped their gentle stroking of his back. They moved up to his shoulders, gripping him gently and pulling him back. "You've never what, Spencer?" He asked.
The wide eyed look Morgan was giving him made Spencer nervous. He chewed on his lip, unsure of his friend's expression. Had he said something wrong? Done something wrong? Oh, please don't let me have messed this up already. Please. Let me enjoy this a little while longer. "I, uh, I've never, you know…" HE couldn't bring himself to say it.
If anything, Morgan's eyes grew wider. "Are you trying to tell me you have never, in your entire life, cum before, Spencer?"
His cheeks heated once more. How many times was Morgan going to make him blush? "I never really experimented on my own and, well, Michael was my only point of reference and he didn't, well, I didn't, I mean." Frustrated and slightly ashamed, he looked away from Morgan for a minute. "I thought I just wasn't hardwired like normal people. That there was something wrong with me."
Suddenly he found his lips caught in a kiss that seared him straight down to his toes. He was grateful that his arms were on Morgan's neck to help hold him up. He couldn't help how his body instantly responded, leaning into him and pressing them together as his mouth was ravaged.
When they broke apart, both of them were breathing heavy. Morgan's hands moved up to cup his face. "Hell, Spencer. Do you have any idea how much of a turn on it is to know that no one has ever done to you what I did?"
"Probably as exciting as it is for me to know that somehow, something about me turns you on too." Spencer dared to say. "I've never been the attractive one in life."
"You're beyond simply attractive, baby boy. You're fucking gorgeous. And just so you know, you make me feel more than anyone ever has. No one has been able to turn me on as easily as you do. All I have to do is look at you, watch you, and I'm hard."
A thrill ran down Spencer's spine at Morgan's words. He knew they weren't a lie. The hardness pressed against him was testament to that. Looking into Morgan's eyes, Spencer felt the urge to do something he'd never willingly done before. It would be different with Morgan. You'd be doing it because you want to bring him pleasure, not because you're forced to. The idea of it made him shiver with excitement. For once, he wanted to do this.
Morgan was watching his face, smiling slightly. "Whatever it is you're thinking that's giving you that little smile, I think I'm going to like." He teased lightly. "Don't worry about being shy with me. I can see you're thinking about something. If you want to do something, pretty boy, then do it."
That was all the encouragement Spencer needed. He didn't know how Morgan read his mind so well and he didn't really care. Leaning in, he kissed him again, eagerly tracing Morgan's lips with his tongue. He wanted to see if he could make Morgan come apart the way that Morgan did to him. He wanted to touch and taste and tease and drive the older man crazy.
While Morgan was distracted by their kiss, Spencer dropped his hands down, running them over his shirt, tracing the muscles that were underneath. He was paying attention to every response his touch earned, enjoying the way Morgan moved under his fingers. When he felt brave enough, he let his hands go lower, undoing the front of Morgan's jeans. He felt the older man gasp into their kiss. Spencer didn't let up, though. He thrust his tongue into Morgan's mouth, tasting every inch of him while his hands pulled the zipper down and reached in to grab what he wanted.
When he wrapped Morgan in his long fingers, the older man arched into his touch and moaned. It served to spur Spencer on. He kissed him harder as he pulled the man's cock from his jeans, giving him more room to maneuver his fist. He broke the kiss, leaning back to look at Morgan's face. It gave him another thrill to see how Morgan's eyes closed and his body shivered. The look on his face was pure sex.
Biting his lip, Spencer thought about what he wanted to do. Was he brave enough? The other times he'd done this, he'd been forced. This wouldn't be like that. He wanted to do this; wanted to give Morgan this kind of pleasure. To return the favor, so to speak. Before he could change his mind, he slid down, ending in a squat in front of him. He heard Morgan's soft sound of surprise. "Spencer…? What-"
The word was cut off when Spencer leaned in and sucked the tip of Morgan's cock into his mouth, his tongue tracing over the slit to catch the little drop of precum that had built there. He heard Morgan's voice cut off and change to a deep moan.
With Michael, the taste had gagged him, making him want to empty his stomach. Morgan tasted…good. Surprised by this, Spencer moved his head, taking a little more of him in. He felt Morgan's body twitch and heard him moan once more, the sound echoing in the little bathroom. That was the only encouragement that Spencer needed. He dropped his hand and opened his throat, taking his lover in as deep as he could go until his nose was nestled in the little thatch of curls.
He hollowed his cheeks, drawing back and sliding back down. He felt himself harden even more as Morgan's hips jerked and he made a sound that was between a groan and a scream. It was easy to tell how hard Morgan was trying to keep from thrusting into his mouth. Humming in appreciation, Spencer braced his hands on the wall on either side of Morgan's hips, hoping the older man would understand the message. Hoping that he didn't hold back. Spencer didn't want him to.
Starting to bob his head, Spencer set about driving him crazy. He sucked and licked, swirling his tongue to add to the sensation, occasionally humming when he remembered how the vibrations of Morgan's chuckle had sent shockwaves through him. His own cock was throbbing with need, begging to be touched, but Spencer left it alone as he turned all his attention to Morgan.
When he took him all the way in again, deep throating him, he felt Morgan's control start to snap. The older man brought his hands down, lacing his fingers through Spencer's hair like he was going to hold him in place. Instead of scaring him, as it did when Michael did that, it made Spencer moan around the cock in his mouth.
He felt Morgan drop his hands; he'd misinterpreted the sound Spencer had made. Lifting his eyes, Spencer sucked hard as he sought out Morgan's gaze. Holy shit. His lover looked absolutely sexy, staring down at him through heavy lidded eyes, breathing heavily. Spencer moved his hands from the wall, never stopping his actions as he took hold of Morgan's hands and put them back on his hair, letting him know with his gesture and with his eyes that it was ok.
Putting his hands back on the wall, Spencer moaned again as Morgan got the message and his hands threaded into Spencer's hair again. His hips rocked forward when Spencer pulled back to suck on his tip for a moment. "Holy shit." The older man moaned out. Spencer could see that Morgan was close to completely losing all control. He wanted that. More than anything, he wanted to make Morgan forget his control. So when Morgan tried to control himself after jerking like that, Spencer looked up at him again and deliberately repeated his actions, making Morgan thrust once more. Keeping their eyes locked, Spencer took him in deep once more. That was all it took.
He actually saw the snap of control in Morgan's eyes. Saw when he gave himself over to sensation. With his hands tight in Spencer's hair, holding him in place, he started rolling his hips, fucking Spencer's mouth. The younger man moaned again and let himself enjoy the feeling. Each thrust, each pull to his hair, brought Spencer closer and closer to the edge. He could feel that fire coiling in his gut again, building and building inside.
Morgan's body started to tremble. Spencer saw it and recognized the look on his face from last night. He knew he was close. Both of them were. He couldn't tear his eyes away as Morgan threw his head back and let out a deep growl. "Shit, Spencer. So fucking good." He groaned out. "So close. So fucking close."
In response, Spencer sucked hard on the next thrust. That was all it took. Morgan practically screamed, his hips shooting forward one last time. The sensation of Morgan emptying himself down his throat, the taste of him, was enough to send Spencer over the edge as well. Without even having to touch himself, he came along with him.
When he'd swallowed everything that Morgan had to give, Spencer pulled back, letting the softening cock drop from his mouth. He shuddered with the leftover sensations of his own orgasm. Then the hands in his hair shifted, bracing on his arms and yanking him upright. Spencer found himself being thoroughly kissed.
The two broke apart to rest their foreheads together. They used each other and the wall to stay upright, which was a good thing, since Spencer didn't think he would have been able to stand on his own. His legs were trembling.
"Shit, Spencer." Morgan breathed out. "I think you sucked out part of my brain."
A weak smile curved Spencer's lips. "I was just returning last night's favor."
"That was the single hottest thing I've ever seen or felt."
The grin that stretched Spencer's lips, wide and slightly proud, made Morgan chuckle. He slid his hands down, pulling the towel off Spencer's body. "Come on, you little porn star. Now we've both got to shower again. I'm sweaty as hell. We're going to be late, now." But the look he gave Spencer said he didn't mind in the least bit.
So I have a question for you all. Which would you prefer? Updates that are about this size on a mostly daily basis, or updates that are a little longer but might be updated more like every other day? Because I was going to have their get together with Timmy and Trisha in this chapter as well, but it would have made it looong and probably wouldn't have been updated until tomorrow. So I decided to break it up and update this now and the rest either tonight or tomorrow. For future chapters, how would you guys prefer it? :) Hope you liked this one, it's a little bit of a filler chapter, I know. Not a lot happened except for Morgan finding out that Garcia hacked the cameras.
Next chapter is the get together with their friends as well as a phone call with the team to find out what Garcia's discovered about Timmy :D We also may find out something about the car that's been following them. Not sure yet, we'll see. Case facts should start to come out soon. After this next chapter, I'm going to do a bit of a time jump, getting them close to Spencer starting school. What do you think? Anyways, R&R! Let me know!