Spencer Reid was standing in the middle of the squad room, he had counted exactly eleven members of the precinct stopping to look into their chiefs window. The young man knew that they were waiting to see what happened next, for when FBI came into a precinct to talk to the chief nothing good was bound to happen. Spencer was watching Derek attempt to convince Chief Loughlin to allow Spencer and him access to all of the unsolved murders involving criteria that match that of the case they had been called into. However convincing Morgan usually was, he was having no affect on the older man across from him. Sighing Spencer strode forward, using his shoulder as a means to press open the heavy wooden door that blocked noise from the office from getting into the squad room.
Derek looked up when Spencer walked through the door, there was a look of tenderness that flashed across his face. Spencer missed this however, for his gaze was fixed on the angry man in front of him. Chief Loughlin was a big man. Nearly six and a half feet talk, his body was well muscled with the slight signs of softening with age. On the man's face was an impressive mustache specked with flecks of gray.
"chief," Spencer began his voice soft but commanding. "I understand you hesitance in letting the FBI encroach onto your territory. Bt you have to understand that we are here simply to bring closure to the families of the women that have been murdered. I know that you do not believe in profiling, believing it is a pile of garbage. However I can tell by looking at you a lot more information that one would think. The sooner that you cooperate, the sooner Special Agent Morgan and I will leave you in peace." Silence filled the room, the Chief seemed surprised that a geeky, juvenile, dweeb was talking to him in such a commanding voice. Derek on the other hand was looking at the younger man with pride, he understood what it had cost Spencer to intervene like that, men like Chief Loughlin reminding Spencer of the adult version of the high school boys that had made Spencer's childhood a nightmare. All Derek wanted to do was walk across the room and plant a soft kiss on Spencer's pink lips.
"I'll see what I can do." Loughlin's voice was flustered, flecks of latent hostility shining through. Spencer and Derek watched as the middle-aged man in front of them snatched up the phone on his desk and asked to be connected to the records department. Gesturing for the two agents to follow him, Loughlin strode out of the room.
"Pretty boy!" Derek called, his voice startling his younger lover from the reading induced trace that had possessed him upon their arrival back to their hotel room. Looking up from the case files that he was reading, Spencer was jolted out of his reverie to find that Derek had moved closer to him while he was reading. Derek leaned forward those last couple of inches, pressing his lips against the unsuspecting lips of his lover. "have you found anything?" Derek asked when he pulled back from the kiss, his lips brushing against Spencer's lips as he spoke. Shaking his head sharply, Spencer leaned forward the last couple of millimeters that separated him from Derek's lips. Spencer could feel the other agent's lips curve into a smile, understanding what the younger man wanted.
"make me forget." Spencer asked when they separated for air. The crime scene pictures of the cases that Chief Loughlin had passed onto them were burned into his head. He didn't understand what drove a person such extremes that they dismembered innocent women. "I can't get these pictures out of my head and all I want to do is forget. Make me forget!" Derek understood what Spencer needed, Spencer's eidetic memory preventing him from forgetting a single image.
Derek drew Spencer back onto the bed, pushing the case folders to the side and drawing Spencer back onto his body, his hands fixed behind the younger man's head, his lips pressed against the other man's lips. Overcome by a sense of urgency Spencer latched his hands behind Derek's head and let his lips devour the other man. All Spencer wanted was to forget the images that were burned into his brain. Falling onto his back Spencer let his legs fall open, allowing Derek to slid in-between them. Locking his heels around Derek's lower back, the young genius ground his erection against that of the other man's.
"god pretty boy!" Derek found himself crying out, the feeling of Spencer moving underneath him to much. Overcome by lust and desire, Derek found himself struggling to undo his lovers belt, slipping it from the loops and tossing it to the side. Hooking his thumbs through the belt loops located on the side of Spencer's pants, Derek tugged the pants down, managing to grab the younger man's boxers in the process. Once he had discarded the young mans pants he slid his hand down cupping Spencer's erection, enjoying the sounds that the younger man made when Derek began stroking his hand up and down. The sound of Spencer crying out beneath him was enough to destroy any of Derek's remaining self control. Yanking down his pants just enough to allow his cock to spring free. Grasping Spencer's thighs he hoisted his ankles up to his shoulders.
"oh fuck!" Spencer found himself crying out, the feeling of Derek shoving his ridged cock against his opening driving him to new heights. Spencer whimpered when he felt his lover pull away, missing the solid feel of him. Knowing what Derek was looking for, he reached up and forced the older man to meet his eyes. "just make me forget! I don't want to wait." Morgan's eyes widened when he realized that Spencer was asking him to take him without any preparation. Looking at the man underneath him, Derek checked for any signs of hesitation.