Chapter 12

Morgan's POV

Even after the toilet had calmed, the bathroom was still echoing with roars. Spencer was battling me. I held tight to my grip on his arms, pulling him into my chest. He was screaming profanities, thrashing his arms.

"Let me go!" He was already on his knees. Eventually, his body went limp, his forehead touching the ground, bursting into broken sobs. I bent over him, stroking his hair, and kissing the top of his head. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to my chest.

"Spencer, you don't need it. I know you think you do. You don't. All you need is me, and you have that." I kissed his cheek, trying to pull him to his feet. He resisted, intent on staying in the floor. I shifted myself so that I was between him and the toilet. I took his cheeks in my hands, lifting his head, forcing him to look at me. "Baby boy, come on, let's go in the bedroom."

"I...Der..." It was like he couldn't form a sentence. I lifted him to his feet. He fell against my chest. I desperately wanted to know what he was thinking. What should I say? What should I do? The fact remained I had Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to get him better. It was going to be a long, long weekend. Finally, he wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist, prompting my to carry him to the bed. I laid him gently on his back, climbing on top of him.

"I love you." I kissed him forehead. "I love you." His neck. "I love you." His chest. "I love you." His lips.

"I love you, too, Derek." The tears were slowing, not stopping, but not uncontrollable.

"You can do this, Spence."

"If you say so." He rubbed his eyes furiously.

"Well I do, and you just have to trust me." Our lips pressed together once again. "I love you." I felt like if I said it enough times it would replace the cravings he held inside.

"You-you're gonna be here, right. You're not going anywhere?" I kissed him again.

"Nope, not going anywhere." My cell phone started ringing that familiar tone. It seemed to always go off at the worst times. I didn't have to look, I knew it was Hotch.

"Yeah, not going anywhere." He rolled his body so that his face was squished into the pillow.

"Hotch?"

"Morgan, I know you just got back, but we're being called out ag..."

"Okay, Hotch, I know I never do this, but I can't I'm sorry. I can't. I have a lot going on right now, and I just really can't leave."

"Morgan...we have to go...I mean..." He was quiet for a minute. I was nervous. I couldn't leave Spencer, we were finally making progress with him. "We're already one man down..."

"And if you make me go then we're going to stay that way." I knew that Hotch would understand what I meant, he was a smart man. There was another moment's silence.

"We never talked. I'll tell them I couldn't reach you. You can't be penalized for something you didn't know about."

"I owe you, man." Spencer rolled slightly to his side, looking up at me.

"You're leaving, right?"

"Nope. I told you, not..." I kissed him. "going..." Another kiss. "anywhere." Another kiss. He moved so that he was on his back again.

"Derek, you should go to work, it's not..."

"Shut up. I'm not leaving. If I leave then you are just going to do the same thing you've done every time I've left."

"No...yeah, you're right. I want you to stay, I really really want you to stay."

"And that's what I'm doing." I consumed his lips, shoving my tongue into his mouth, enforcing my dominance. His legs spread, intertwining with mine, as his hands eagerly groped my body, flowing across my muscles. I bit down on his bottom lip, tugging slightly. He let out a deep groan, shifting his hips upward and pulling me down.

"Dere..."

"Shhh. Don't think about anything for a minute." He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath.

Reid's POV

"Don't think about anything for a minute." As he said I laughed to myself, that was all I had wanted all along was just to be able to not think. It was my gift, it was my curse, and sometimes I just wanted it to shut up. But now, how fast everything was blowing by, I thought maybe if I tried, Derek could actually free my mind. I had built up to these moments with him for so long in my head that to actually be laying here, underneath him, flying high, it was all so unreal. I closed my eyes, picturing only Derek, hovering over me. His God-like face. His chiseled muscles. His chocolate skin. His skilled fingers. His deep brown orbs that pierced my soul. Every nuance of his image. He drove me crazy. It was working. All of the bullshit was melting away, replaced by Derek. He consumed my very being. Took over. And it was welcomed. My thoughts shifted from him in my head to the real thing. He was pulling my shirt over my head, stripping my pants and boxers. He ran his rough hands from my chest to my hips, pausing before gliding over to my inner thighs. They slid between my bare flesh, prying my legs to the side. His head dipped, trailing his tongue over my cock, teasing me. He had a cocky smirk on his face. It made him that much more irresistible. He teased me a little longer, eliciting moans and screams that vibrated the walls. I grabbed at his head, begging him to do it. Finally, he did. He took the length of my cock into his mouth. I pressed down on the top of his head, pushing myself as far into his throat as possible. His head bobbed, tongue flicking over just the right spots. I gripped at the back of his head as I hit the edge, cumming into his mouth.

"Derek!" I cried out as he slithered back up me. He licked his lips, swallowing my juices, before roughly pulling me into a kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist, rubbing my exposed skin against his clothes. I began tearing at his shirt, determined to see every inch of him. He got the clue, helping me out with the disrobing process. Once he was completely bare I had to catch my breath, staring at the perfect image above me.

"Make love to me, Derek." I pleaded.

"Your wish is my command."