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500 Days of Spencer.

Day (446)

Betraying The Butterflies

Spencer took another large gulp of his beer, the loud music in the bar striking his ears and vibrating in his chest. He wasn't sure what time it was...not even what day it was. Maybe a Thursday. Perhaps.

He was just so utterly lost in everything, he'd been on autopilot since the hospital. He and Derek hadn't spoken since, other than an awkward Hello, How was your weekend? And Sorry, didn't see you there.

He, truth be told, was jealous of Penelope, who had Morgan staying at her apartment for a while, in order to help him recover further. He'd argued about going back to work, versus not, but of course Hotch had won and he'd been ordered to take time off.

Reid couldn't help but wander through the memories of the night of the accident, his vision blurring at the edges.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his back, and jumped out of his skin. He turned to see an angrily familiar face grinning at him.

"Hey there Spencer." Chase said, and Reid blushed to the core.

The last time he'd seen the man was back when he and Derek were in a relationship, and visited a local gay bar. Chase had not stopped hitting on him for the entire night, and despite being attractive, had proven to be very annoying.

"Uh, hi Chase." He mumbled, absentmindedly, trying to avoid eye contact.

The man's dark hair was slightly longer than before, his eyes just as piercing blue. His frame had become more defined, and his outfit was very similar.

"Surprised you remember me. You seemed pretty attached to your boyfriend last time we saw each other." Chase said in an arrogant tone, and Reid sighed.

"Yeah, well I'm certainly not a cheater." He told the other man, gulping down more alcohol. He certainly hadn't wanted to run into anyone tonight.

"Is that why you're at a bar, by yourself?" Chase said, hopping onto a bar stool and raising a cocky eyebrow.

"Look, Chase, I don't need this right-"

"You're not together anymore, are you?" Chase guess correctly, and Reid choked on his beer.

"Uh, no. You give me run for my money." Spencer said, finishing his Corona with an irritated swallow.

"Pardon?"

"I'm a profiler for the FBI. We study behaviour and use it in order to catch serial killers and other criminals." Reid answered, giving the spiel that he'd given so many times before.

"Really?" Chase said, drawing out each syllable. He leaned against the bar counter and twirled the straw in his drink with a slightly appealing flick of his finger.

"Um, yes." He said, blushing uncomfortably. He was suddenly aware that Chase was hitting on him.

The bartender walked by, and gave him a questioning stare.

"Can I have another-" Reid tried to order, but got cut off by Chase, who was becoming more and more problematic.

"Two margaritas, hold the salt rim." The other man said, and the bartender nodded, albeit oddly, and left to retrieve them.

"Look...Chase...I came here to be alone, and I could use some space. I don't need you hitting on me right now." Reid grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh ho, flattering ourselves are we?" Chase said cockily, and leaned further against the table, accentuating his toned chest...

"Are you trying to tell me you didn't come over here with those intentions?" Reid raised an eyebrow, aware that he was somewhat flirting back.

"Okay, you got me. You really are a profiler." Chase winked, scooting closer to Spencer.

The bartender returned with the margaritas, and he avoided eye contact, worried the bar worker would come to certain conclusions.

"These are my favourite drink." Chase mentioned, taking a sip through the thin black straw.

"I know, you were drinking one when you were talking to us at Marshall's Bar." He said, taking a sip of his own, and liking the way it smoothed across his tongue.

"How the hell did you remember that?" The dark haired man asked, licking his lips.

"I have an eidetic memory." Reid said, and upon seeing the confused look that graced Chase's features, elaborated. "It means I remember pretty much everything, especially things I read or write. I could quote almost anything to you right now, including statistics."

"Seriously? Can I test you?" Chase asked, leaning his head on one hand attractively.

Reid pondered it, and figured he'd already thrown rationality out the window. "Why not?"

"Okay...how many relationships start from online dating sites?" Chase asked randomly, smirking.

Reid chuckled; the man thought he could beat him? Nope.

"1 in 5 relationships start from online, according to 2008 statistics, although that number has risen since." Spencer said somewhat arrogantly, and grinned.

"Wow, you're really smart."

"Certifiably a genius, with an IQ of 187 and multiple PHDs." Reid bragged, the alcohol beginning to flow through his system more freely.

"Well, you know Spencer, I find intelligence highly attractive." Chase flirted in a low tone, leaning close and putting a smooth hand on Reid's.

Surprisingly, he didn't pull back at first. Something inside him froze, having missed romantic contact for so long.

Finally, coming to his senses, he pulled his hand away in a rough motion.

"Uh, excuse me."

...

Reid dried the water off his face, glancing at his face in the bathroom mirror. What the hell was he doing? He still loved Morgan. He loved him so much, But honestly, he'd missed the contact...

"Spencer? You okay?" Chase's voice came from behind him, and Reid rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry Chase, but I can't do this. Derek and I only broke up a little while ago, and..." Reid trailed off, spinning to see the other man leaning against the wall, an angle that accentuated...no.

"Hey, babe, I know what it's like. But don't deprive yourself because of it." He said, and moved towards Spencer.

He wasn't sure why, but he didn't back away.

And then Chase leaned in and kissed him, his lips moving against Reid's with a well developed technique. And suddenly Reid was kissing back, the built up passion he'd been dealing with for so long overwhelming him into wrapping his arms around Chase's strong shoulder's.

He felt Chase's tongue push against his lips and opened them, allowing entrance. A moan escaped Chase's mouth, and Reid pushed him back against the wall, lust filling his stomach.

Then something changed, and Morgan's face popped into his mind. Suddenly everything was foreign, and wrong.

He pulled away, pushing Chase back roughly.

"I can't do this. I can't. I still love Derek." He said, tears brimming his eyes.

"That doesn't matter. This doesn't mean anything. Come on Spence." Chase said in a rough, lusty voice. He grabbed Reid's arm, and winked.

"Don't...don't call me Spence." He said, his voice hitched.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, before pulling away and running out the door, out the bar, and into the night air.

He hailed a taxi, jumped in, half-shouted his address, and leant his head against the cold window.

What the hell had he just done?

Soo? I needed to add some capital D-RAMA! :D

So sorry it's late, unfortunately I've had writers block and exams!

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