All is well still. Just couldn't figure out the internet here. Hey, Texas is freezing over at the moment.

Ruined the Party

DMSR

Derek clasped Spencer's shirt from behind and let the brunette lead them to the bar. A woman grabbed his free arm and he groaned before shaking her off roughly. Spencer had taken him downtown to a club called 'Rant'. It had looked normal, you know, besides the people's outfits, but Derek was still unsure of whether or not he wanted to be there.

When they approached the club, Derek had attempted to get in line but Spencer tugged him to the front. "Hey Adam," he said before walking right into the club. The bouncer gave a friendly wave then turned back to the line with a stern expression. Derek almost gaped but managed to keep his mouth shut.

"Spencer!" A ringing voice called from behind the counter. A young woman with auburn, purple and red streaked hair leaned over the bar and tugged Spencer closer to her, apparently for a kiss. He shook his head and nodded towards Derek instead and brought the larger man next to him.

She gasped and squealed then clapped her hands before getting yelled at by another customer. "Oh my God!" She shouted, shoving a glass filled with green liquid to the disgruntled man. "I knew it would happen! I knew it! You're too pretty to be straight." She shook the silver tool in her hands before turning it over a glass. Her bright blue eyes were still watching Spencer and Derek though. "Randy is going to be so pissed!"

Spencer flinched and turned towards Derek. "Derek, this is Lisa," he screamed. "Lisa, this is Derek. Is Randy working tonight?" He questioned making Derek narrow his eyes at him.

"No! You usually call before you come, why not this time?" She stared past him into the crowd, groaning at the sight of more people pushing through the throng of bodies to the bar.

Spencer laughed as she placed napkins flat on the surface in front of them. "I forgot."

She joined in the laughter and Derek squinted in confusion. "She knows about my eidetic memory," Spencer clarified.

Derek nodded before leaning in to his ear. "Who is this Randy?" He was talking normally but it was so loud it sounded like a whisper.

Spencer grimaced before tugging Derek closer and putting his arms around his waist. "He hits on me whenever I come while he's working. Lisa helps me find times he's not here. We're lucky tonight." Spencer pulled away to look at Derek, whose eyes were storming something fierce. "I keep telling him that I don't like men but I can't really say that anymore. If he didn't stop while I was straight he definitely won't stop now."

"Then maybe you shouldn't come here-" He started reaching towards one of the peanut bowls on the bar and was promptly smacked on the back of the hand.

"Jeez, Derek, no. Do you have any idea how many people don't wash their hands when they go to the bathroom? Then they stick their germy, slimy, dirty fingers in the peanut bowl and bam. E. coli. Coughing, sneezing, scratching the nose, scratching other places, touching nasty surfaces- Just, just don't eat those. Ever. Or no kisses tonight."

Derek went to open his mouth but Spencer's lips on his sternocleidomastoid shut him up real quick. "Though I say that, this is the last time I plan on coming here. I just wanted to show you my favorite hang out… and display you."

Derek's arms, which were previously hanging on his side and still hovering the bowl, were now around Spencer's shoulders. "It was nice to meet you, Lisa," he said, tugging Spencer to the crowd.

"Hey! Where are you taking Spencey?! I haven't even taken your drink orders yet!"

"Give him his usual and I'll take a Bud!" She nodded at him and went to working on their drinks while he pulled Spencer away.

"So you dance while you're here?"

Spencer laughed into Derek's ear. "Not very well. Nathalie says I look like a galloping horse."

Derek joined him and stopped walking, swinging his hips against Spencer's. "That's alright. I'll teach you with hands-on experience." Once they joined in rhythm, Derek bent down to Spencer's ear. "So, who is this Nathalie?"

Spencer giggled into Derek's cheek. "Nathalie, Lisa, Brandy, Sasha, Kiara and Evaan are my usual… 'fuck buddies'." Derek could practically hear the blush in Dr. Reid's voice as he continued. "They're the ones I can always count on to be up… for it. They also get tested regularly and because of the fact that they have multiple people they sleep with, they carry their results in their purses."

Derek laughed at this. "Did you suggest that to them?"

Spencer nodded into Derek's neck, ignoring the fact that his body was starting to react to their positioning. "It only seems logical."

"And that's why you're okay, providing them with your 'oral talents'?" The last two words were spoken directly into his ear and he shivered, noticing that Derek was having the same reaction.

"Uh-huh," Spencer replied, his eyes closed now as he reveled in the friction. His tongue came out to moisten his lips and he smiled when Derek's hand started making patterns on his back, the other still on his hip.

Their movements slowed even though the beat stayed the same and Spencer soon found himself being full on ground against… from both sides. He jumped into Derek and turned them around so he could see who it was. Derek craned his neck too, having jolted out of his good mood by Spencer's sudden movements.

"Hey, Spencer," the dark haired man glared, his arms coming to cross over his chest. His hazel eyes roved over Spencer's arms around Derek's neck and Derek's holding Spencer to him tightly.

"What do you want, Randy?" It was rare for annoyance to slip into Spencer's voice but it did, clearly.

"You said you didn't like men." Of course the conversation was taking place in hollers but they could barely hear each other over the hypnotic tune playing in the background.

"Maybe we should go outside," Derek suggested in Spencer's ear. The younger nodded in agreement and motioned, involuntarily, for Randy to follow them. He stayed in front, not only because Derek might not remember where the entrance was, but because that put more space between him and Randy. Once they were outside, Derek's grip on his hand tightened and he smiled to himself before turning towards the current bane of his life.

"You said you didn't like men." They were standing next to Derek's car on the passenger's side. There were less people here than at the entrance so if Derek had to beat some ass, the cops wouldn't be called too soon.

"I did," Spencer agreed.

"And now you're clinging to one." Randy's voice was like nails on a chalkboard, it was so filled with anger. He was a tanned, white guy with dark mid-length hair and brown, green eyes.

"I am."

"But you won't go out with me," he folded his arms against his chest again as if this would intimidate.

Derek and Spencer were standing next to each other, their hands clasped securely. Spencer unconsciously leaned into Derek, which Randy caught and sneered at.

"No, I won't."

"Why not?!" Randy yelled, and since they were out of the club it echoed through the parking lot, causing some eyes to land on them.

Derek narrowed his eyes and held up their conjoined hands. "Because someone has that department covered for him."

Randy clicked his teeth. "No one was talking to you."

"No, but you were talking to Spencer about going out with you which is impossible since we are obviously in a relationship." Derek was cautiously avoiding raising his voice but it was getting harder not to do so.

"Yeah, I fucking see that. And what the hell is so special about this guy?" Randy waved an arm at Derek and tucked it back in his- precious little arm fold, Derek snarled mentally.

"I've known him for seven years," Spencer stated, trying to tug Derek back towards him. The darker man had inched forwards before either of them had realized. "And it took us that long to get to this phase. Unless you're willing to wait seven years, I don't think we'll be going out any time soon."

Randy dropped his arms and his head. It was silent for a while. "How long have you guys been going out?" He lifted his head and stared into Spencer's eyes.

"I don't think that is any of your business, Randy." Spencer sighed and took his free hand to his face, placing his thumb and pointer on the bridge of his nose. "Look, you and I barely know each other. Even though he's handsome, I really only fell for his personality and familiarity. Nothing will ever come to fruition between the two of us, Randy. I'm not coming to this club anymore so I don't think we'll ever meet again." Derek squeezed his hand and he returned the gesture. "Find someone nice who really likes you and go out with them, okay?"

Spencer knew that it was a little heart breaking and cruel but Randy would never leave him alone otherwise. He turned towards Derek and planted a nice, big, sloppy kiss on Derek's lips. The older man returned the favor, sucking Spencer's tongue into his mouth and caressing it with his own. A moan slipped up Spencer's throat and made its way out of his mouth when they pulled apart. He whispered breathlessly into Derek's ear so Randy couldn't hear. "I really, really, really like when you do that."

Derek felt the push of hips Spencer was discreetly giving him and grinned. "I think it's time we went home, don't you?"

"Yeah," the brunette said, which came out as more of an affirmation that would be given in bed. Derek groaned and shoved Spencer into the car. He turned to head to the driver's side and only then did he seem to remember Randy was there.

"Look, I don't mean to be an asshole about this but Spencer is mine. I don't think he plans on coming here again but if he does, or if we do, please don't bother us like this. If you can manage to do it in the capacity of a friend then that's great but if not, don't come in contact with him."

Randy flinched then nodded sadly, his voice coming out as little more than a whimper. "Okay."

The drive to Derek's place was agonizing. Spencer was practically bursting out of his jeans when they reached his bed and Derek was nearing the same state. Clooney was scratching on the bedroom door and Derek sighed before kissing Spencer quickly. "I have to take him out but I promise it'll be fast."

Spencer nodded with a glazed look in his eyes and watched as Derek ran out of the room. He sat up from the laying position Derek had placed him in and quickly tugged the too tight jeans off of himself. He sat at the edge of the bed and waited for Derek to get back. His promise to Derek about that thing he'd 'enjoy fantastically' was swirling in his head and he wasn't sure if he still wanted to go through with it.

His phone rang with his 'leisure ring tone' and he almost let it go. But he picked it up and opened it.

Lisa- Hey u! I had to pay for those drinks. U owe me!

Spencer- Of course. I'm sorry. Randy ruined the party.

L- When doesn't he?

S- Haha. I have a question, could you possibly answer?

L- Depends on the ? Gimme.

S- You use your teeth occasionally. Is that something a lot of guys like?

It was a few minutes before he got an answer and he set the phone down as soon as he finished reading all of the text bubbles.

L- Pump and swirl, Spencey! Use both ur hands, better at the base and ur tongue at the top. Play with the balls a lot, squishing and biting and pulling and squeezing and sucking and licking and rolling. U know, like dice. Tease him with that beautif

L- ul tongue of yours :P Work it like you do with me but concentrate on around his penis too. Don't neglect yourself, sexy! He'll probably get turned on watching u touch urself. Since ur a beginner, it'd probably be better if u kneel on the floor

L-and let him sit above u. I'll give u the good stuff once youve done it a bit more. Switch between going fast and slow, it'll keep things hot. I do use a little teeth, but usually only when I'm coming up. It's easier and the scrape is more sensual inste

L- ad of on the verge of painful. When he gets a little deeper in ur throat, moan and hum and try not to choke! Good luck, cutie pie! Have fun and tell me all about it!

Spencer closed his eyes and curled his toes. His tummy was fluttering and he shook his head a few times, reciting the information given to him at every head turn. With a deep inhale, he climbed off of the bed, on the side away from the door, and pulled all of his clothing off. He clutched a pillow from the bed and held it to him, standing naked in his boyfriend's room until he heard the front door open and close.

Derek came into the room a little out of breath, closing the door on Clooney. "Sorry about-" He stopped short at the sight of Spencer and licked his lips hungrily. The genius still had the pillow close to him, which covered up his groin, yet Derek could tell he was naked.

Spencer gestured towards the bench at the bottom of Derek's bed with a hand and red, red cheeks. "S-sit down, Derek."

The older man nodded and did as he was told, his slightly flaccid cock hardening again at the thought of what was going to happen. The lips he loved oh so very much were about to be on the one part of his body where he couldn't think there would be a better place for them. He watched Spencer walk towards him, watched his mouth really. How nervously it tugged on the lower lip, the way it was slowly turning red from being worked already, the way it parted slowly as if to say something then stopped, the way it lowered in front of him and the way his thumb looked when he rubbed harshly against those lips and brought Spencer's face to his to kiss him.

With their tongues tangled and rolling over each other like that, Spencer knew he was on the cusp. He pulled away and shook his head. "I want to do this," he said huskily. Derek let him go and watched as pale hands undid his zipper and pushed the slit in his boxers aside, before gently pulling the half hard penis out of his pants, along with his balls.

"Shit, Spencer, wait," Derek grunted, standing up and pulling his pants down to his calves. He settled back down and Spencer stared up at him with beautiful, chocolate brown orbs. He nodded down at them and threw his head back as an inexperienced tongue descended on him.

Shinji wanted to strangle me for this cliff hanger mwuhaha