So I actually do have an update within a week. An incredibly loooong update. I was thinking of splitting it up, but there was really no good place.
Haha, I included the frosting scene cuz it was too good of an oppurtunity to pass up. Plus this chapter needed at least one good thing. The rest is rather depressing. But, I shall say no more. :)
Spencer was undressing, waiting for Derek to finish cleaning up in the kitchen so that they could go to bed. He turned when I heard a chuckle from the doorway, Derek standing there holding a Tupperware bowl.
"What is that?" he asked.
Derek strode forward, showing him the fluffy, white contents. "Frosting."
Spencer laughed. "I thought we were waiting for your birthday."
"The frosting won't last that long," said Derek, staring down into the bowl.
Spencer shook his head bemusedly. "Neither would you."
Derek cocked a brow at him, dragging his fingers through the frosting a smearing it across Spencer's cheek.
"Hey!" Spencer moved to wipe it off, but Derek caught his hand, instead leaning forward and licking it from his face. Spencer shivered and his knees trembled.
Derek smirked at him, putting a dollop of frosting on the end of one finger and bringing it to Spencer's mouth. He groaned as Spencer sucked on the digit, pulling back to clean the last residue off with little kitten licks. Derek quickly set the bowl on the bedside table. "Finish undressing and get on the bed."
Spencer quickly complied. He watched as Derek practically tore his own clothes off and joined him, snagging another finger-full of frosting on the way. He kneeled over Spencer, smearing the frosting on one nipple and across his chest to the other. Spencer shuddered as the cold substance came in contact with his heated skin. He moaned loudly and Derek leaned down and licked away the sugar.
Derek grinned at the sound, this time grabbing a whole handful of frosting and spreading it across Spencer's torso. Spencer whimpered at the sensation, goosebumps covering his flesh. He laughed and squirmed as Derek started licking at his side.
"That tickles," he cried breathlessly.
Derek continued until all the frosting was gone and Spencer was moaning and panting, eyes closed and head thrown back. The weight above him shifted lower, and Spencer blinked his eyes open, squeaking as cold frosting was smeared down his awakening arousal. He cried out as Derek engulfed him, hands flying up to grasp his head.
"Oh god," he whimpered, the contrast of cold sugar and the wet heat of Derek's mouth sending pleasant shivers through him.
Derek pulled back, smacking his lips. "You taste good, pretty boy," he said, licking along Spencer's length to find any remaining frosting.
He watched through heavy lidded as Derek scooped up more frosting and repeated the action. The frosting was nearly gone by the time Spencer was pushed over the edge, Derek swallowing his release, licking him until he was clean. He slithered up his body and kissed him, Spencer tasting a mix of himself and the frosting, bitter and sweet.
"That was fun," said Derek.
Spencer nodded in agreement, still panting. "On your birthday, it's my turn."
Derek grinned at him. "Deal."
Spencer smiled happily, sated, ready to snuggle down and sleep.
"Oh no you don't, kid," said Derek, yanking him up off the bed, even as Spencer whined in displeasure. "We need to get you cleaned up." He dragged him out of the bedroom and to the bathroom. "Besides, I can give you another present in the shower."
That woke Spencer up.
….
Spencer sat in the window seat, huddled in one of Derek's large sweatshirts. Derek had gently helped him into it that morning. "To hide your bump," he'd said, knowing Spencer would be uncomfortable drawing attention to himself. His baby bump was starting to get too big to pass off as healthy weight gain. Spencer would soon need to decide whether he wanted to continue studying on campus or complete the year at home.
But that was something for him to worry about after they returned from Las Vegas. They had woken early that morning, finishing packing last minute items, dropping Clooney off at Liz's, and rushing to the airport. Derek had told him they had plenty of time, but Spencer had been nervous of missing the flight. They ended up sitting in the airport waiting for two hours before they could board.
Spencer jumped slightly as someone plopped down in the seat next to him, relaxing as he realized it was Derek, returned from the plane bathroom. Spencer pushed the arm rest up, scooting closer (if possible with airplane seating) and leaning into Derek's side, resting his head on his shoulder.
"People might stare," muttered Derek, even as he wrapped his arms around Spencer.
"I don't care," Spencer whispered back. "I don't want to feel alone right now."
Derek held him a little tighter in response.
….
Derek loaded their luggage into the back of their rental car. "I got us a room at a hotel, but if you want to stay at your house, we can."
Spencer hovered beside him, arms wrapped tightly around himself. "I-I… Uh. N-No, a hotel's fine."
Derek slammed the trunk closed and wrapped an arm around Spencer's waist. "Okay," he said, leading him to the passenger side.
They drove in silence, Derek holding Spencer's hand comfortingly as they neared Bennington. Spencer had decided he wanted to visit the facilities one more time. Derek continued to hold his hand as the staff greeted Spencer familiarly, glad no one seemed to question his presence or their apparent closeness. They were given a tour, Derek rather surprised about the homeyness of the place, how personal it seemed. He hadn't ever been to a state hospital, but he was sure it wasn't as pleasant as this private sanitorium. He understood why Spencer wanted his mom placed here.
After the tour, the doctor met with them, answering every question Spencer had. He was friendly and helpful, and his answers seemed to put Spencer at ease a bit, even though Derek was sure Spencer had asked him the questions before. By the time they left, the sun was about to set. Spencer was exhausted, physically, mentally, and emotionally. As Derek drove to the hotel, the silence in the car was even heavier than before.
They checked in, Derek carrying their luggage as he led a weary Spencer up to their room. He opened the door, motioning Spencer through and followed him in. Setting the bags down by the dresser, he turned, eyeing Spencer who stood near the bed, arms wrapped around his middle. Derek stepped forward, untangling Spencer arms. He slowly, gently pulled off the large sweatshirt, dropping it to the floor. Spencer looked up as dark fingers unbuttoned his shirt, breath catching at the soft, loving look in Derek's eyes.
As he finished the last button, he gently pushed the shirt from Spencer's shoulders and carefully sat him on the bed. He crouched down, untying and removing Spencer's shoes and slipping off his socks, one lime green and the other purple with blue polka dots. He stood, pulling Spencer up with him. Reaching down, he unfastened his khakis, the fabric falling from Spencer's narrow hips.
"Derek," breathed Spencer, but he silenced him with a finger pressed to his lips. He took Spencer's hand, bracing him as he stepped out of his pants, and lead him around the bed. Drawing back the covers, he helped Spencer into the bed.
Spencer smiled as Derek quickly shed his own clothing. His smile grew as Derek flicked on the bathroom light before turning off the bedroom one. He held up the covers as Derek slid into the bed, immediately pulling Spencer to his side.
"I love you," whispered Spencer as he wrapped his arms around him.
….
They stood before a cracked sidewalk which led to a two-story house that was in desperate need of a new coat of paint. Derek tried to take Spencer's hand, brow furrowing when Spencer jerked it away.
Spencer glanced at him apologetically. "I don't know what state she's in today, and I don't want her to…" He trailed off, shrugging sadly. "I just don't know how this is going to go."
Derek settled for giving him a comforting pat on the back. "No matter how it goes, I'm here for you," he said. "If she's having a bad day, we'll just come back tomorrow with the people from Bennington."
Spencer gave a small nod, taking a deep breath before leading the way up the sidewalk. They crossed the creaky porch and Spencer tried the door, unsurprised to find it unlocked. He knocked as he pushed it open, peering inside. "Mom?" he called, walking in.
A rustling was heard in the room to their right.
They walked into the living room, Spencer smiling slightly at the sight of his mother sitting on one couch, surrounded by books and papers.
"Mom?" he repeated.
Diana Reid slowly looked up, blinking at them. After a few seconds, a large grin lit her face.
"You must be new students," she said excitedly. "Sit. Sit." She motioned to the couch across from her.
Spencer glanced at Derek sadly, but Derek smiled at him. He gave a slight shrug, walking over and plopping down on the frayed couch, Spencer slowly following him.
"Welcome," said Diana brightly. "We were just about to start Chaucer. What are your names?"
"I'm Derek."
"Spencer," he said quietly.
Diana's smile softened. "I have a little boy named Spencer," she said happily. "He's wonderful; he's going to accomplish great things in his life. I'm so proud of him."
Spencer held back tears, his lower lip trembling, as he returned her smile. Derek laid a hand gently on his knee, giving a slight squeeze.
"Shall we begin?" Diana turned back to the book in her lap.
….
"Thank you," said Spencer quietly as they drove back to the hotel after a late dinner. Diana had read to them for hours, Derek smiling as Spencer listened intently to his mother's voice. It wasn't until she exclaimed that she'd kept the class for too long that the sad look returned to Spencer's face.
Derek glanced at him now, reaching out and taking his hand, glad that Spencer let him hold it this time. He pulled into the hotel parking lot and stopped the car, turning to look at Spencer.
"It'll all be okay," he said reassuringly.
Spencer stared at his lap, nodding shakily.
They went up to their room, where Derek gently undressed Spencer again. As soon as they were curled up in bed together, Spencer broke down, crying into Derek's chest. Derek silently held him, one hand rubbing up and down his back, the other tracing patterns lightly on his stomach.
After a while, Spencer pulled back, wiping his eyes as he stared down at the dark fingers moving over his baby bump. Derek smiled at him, splaying his hand across the rounded flesh.
"It's grown," said Derek with awe, running his hand over the bump.
Spencer's nose crinkled. "I know."
Derek glanced up at him, chuckling. "What?"
Spencer blushed. "I'm getting fat."
Derek burst out laughing, shaking his head. "No, pretty boy," he said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the warm skin of stomach. "You're getting even more beautiful."
Spencer's blush deepened. He gave a slight gasp.
"What?" asked Derek quickly, concerned.
"I felt the baby move," said Spencer, staring at him wide eyed.
"Really?" asked Derek excitedly, pressing his hand closer to his stomach.
Spencer smiled at him sadly. "You won't be able to feel it for a while," he said softly. "Sorry."
Derek grinned up at him nonetheless. "This is still wonderful," he said happily. "Our baby's getting bigger and stronger." Derek scooted down, resting his head on Spencer's hip, right below the bump. "Hello, baby," he said softly. "Your mommy and daddy are here."
"Hey!" cried Spencer, lightly smacking Derek's shoulder. "I'm not the 'mommy.'"
Derek grinned up at him. "Just teasing." He turned his attention back to his stomach. "Your daddies are here. We've been watching you grow and daddy can feel you moving. You keep getting bigger and strong so your dad can feel you moving too."
Spencer couldn't help but smile at Derek's enthusiasm as he spoke to their unborn child.
"I love you, little baby," whispered Derek, trailing butterfly kisses up Spencer's stomach and chest, until they were face to face. "I love you too, pretty boy." He kissed him deeply.
Spencer braced one hand on the back of Derek's head, the other rubbing over his belly where he could feel a slight fluttering.
….
Spencer slowly walked into the study, glad for Derek's comforting warmth at his side. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out and sliding his hand into Derek's. Diana looked up as they stepped closer.
"Spencer," she said, voice surprised. "My son, it's been so long."
Spencer shifted uncomfortably. "We were here yesterday, mom," he said sadly.
Diana simply stared at him before her gaze trailed over to Derek. "Who is this?"
Spencer glanced at him too. "This is Derek Morgan. He's my…" Spencer trailed off, unsure how much to tell his mother.
"He's your love," she said for him.
It was Spencer's turn to stare at her. "What?"
Diana motioned to their entwined hands, smiling. "Take care of my son or I'll tear you apart," she told Derek seriously.
"Mom!" cried Spencer.
Derek simply smiled at her. "I will," he promised.
Diana returned the smile. "Take care of my grandchild too."
Both of them stared in surprise.
"Mom, how did you-"
"A mother always knows, Spencer." She winked at him before turning back to the notebook on the table before her.
Spencer shifted again and Derek gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
"M-Mom."
Diana hummed a vague response.
Spencer took a deep breath. "There are some men here. F-From Bennington."
The pen fell from Diana's hand, clattering across the table. She slowly look up as two large men walked into the room. "You can't be here," she said, shaking her head. "Tell them, Spencer."
"I-I brought them h-here," said Spencer quietly.
Diana eyed him sadly. "Spencer?"
"You need help, mom."
"No, please," cried Diana as the men strode forward, gently helping her from her seat. "I want to stay here. These are my things, this is my home." She spun her head to look at Spencer as they led her from the room. "Please," she pleaded. "Spencer, don't do this. Please!"
Spencer buried his face in Derek's neck, sobbing as his mother's cried and pleas diminished as she was led from the house.
:( Poor Spencer and Diana. I wasn't trying to make the last scene the exact same as it was in the show. I just made it my own and used a few lines that I could remember and that fit with my version (although I tweaked a few).
Anyway, so far there is one vote for waiting to know the sex of the baby, one who can't decide either way, and many vote for finding out in the next chapter. I've started writing it with them finding out the sex, but if a few more people decide they'd rather wait, I will change it.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
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