Chapter 51

David Rossi sat in the theatre watching Spencer watching the play. Reid was fully engrossed, his facial expressions reflecting the dialogue, his mouth silently reciting the passages along with the actors. Rossi was totally entranced by Reid, he couldn't have torn his eyes away from him if he tried. 'Thank God', he thought for the umpteenth time, 'she is not sitting near us.' Rossi knew if his ex-wife could see his face, all would be revealed. Rossi started chuckling quietly to himself, imagining his wife's reaction when it was Bill, not Dave, who joined her in the washroom. Rossi had caught a glimpse of them in the foyer before they were seated, and his ex-wife did not look happy, she certainly did not look like she had just had a 'sweaty session' in the stall with her date. Rossi, being a man, had felt his chest puff out a bit with pride; his ex-wife had always been fully satisfied with Rossi's washroom prowess. Remembering this, Rossi chuckled again; he just realized he was still getting a lot of his sexual release done in washrooms. For a few seconds, Dave let himself imagine getting Reid into a washroom stall for some 'action', and then spent the next few minutes relaxing himself down.

Spencer needed a beverage during intermission, so he and Dave made their way out to the lobby. The crush of people was immense, and Reid was pushed up against Rossi's back continually. This, of course, meant that Rossi was having to concentrate on relaxing down, and could only manage to get down to semi-erect; this was enough to prevent a pant bulge, so it had to do. Unfortunately, this meant he wasn't paying much attention to where they were going, and when they reached the drinks counter, his ex-wife was standing only a few people over. Rossi felt someone glaring at him, and when he looked over at her, he saw she was pissed off. Reid, of course, was oblivious as he was rambling on about the first half of the play. When Rossi saw his ex-wife start to make her way in their direction, he grabbed Reid's arm to pull him away. Reid, holding his orange juice he'd just bought in his other hand, turned quickly, and sloshed a bit of juice onto Dave's pants. Reid froze, his eyes went wide, he started to stammer out an apology, and the fear on his face was plain to see. "No worries kid, I'll just rinse it off in the washroom." Relief flooded Reid's face, and he looked so sweet that Rossi felt his semi-erection growing. As he started to the washroom, glad to escape before his ex-wife made it over, Reid looked into Rossi's eyes, his own shining with gratitude and said shyly "Thanks Rossi, for not being mad." Now Rossi really had to get to the washroom, or he was going to embarrass himself in front of the whole theatre crowd. Thankfully there was an empty stall. The urinals and other stalls were occupied; Rossi knew he was going to be heard, he only had his hand to put in his mouth to muffle his groans, but sometimes 'a man's got to do what a man's got to do', so he put his hand in his mouth, released his rock-hard erection, thought of Reid's facial expressions he'd made watching the play, and stroked himself to release. Then, ignoring the stares and whispered remarks, he calmly rinsed the juice out of his pants, stood under the hand dryer to dry them and walked out, head held high. Spencer, who had seen Rossi's ex-wife coming over, had scampered back to his seat, and the worried look on his face when Rossi came back was almost comical. Finally the second half started; Reid resumed silently reciting the dialogue, and Rossi resumed silently drinking in the gorgeousness of Reid.

On the drive home, Spencer rambled on about the second half of the play, interspersing the commentary here and there with grateful thank you's to Rossi for inviting him to go. Rossi acknowledged the thanks with his own gratitude that Spencer had joined him; both men agreeing that it had been an enjoyable evening. Dave had been trying to think of an excuse to walk Spencer to the door of his building, but when they got there he decided to just get out and do it. Reid looked a bit surprised when Rossi got out of the car, but kept up his discussion of the play. When they reached the door, Reid turned towards Rossi, "Thanks again Dave, that was so much fun. I had a great time." "Me too kid, thanks again for coming." Dave stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Spencer's shoulders; Spencer, expecting this, wrapped his arms around Dave. Then Dave splayed his hands on Spencer's back and pressed slightly. This time Reid didn't stiffen up, so Dave slightly increased the pressure of his hands against Reid's back and also tightened his arms, which brought Reid even closer against him from chest to stomach (carefully keeping his lower body angled out), then turned his head inwards slightly, and again rested his forehead against Reid's ear, holding it a bit longer. Rossi breathed in Reid's scent, and even through Reid's jacket, could feel the muscles on Reid's back twitching slightly. Dave was in heaven. And then, to Rossi's astonishment and absolute delight, he felt Reid's hands slightly splay against his back, and he felt Reid's arms tighten a bit. Rossi held his breath, praying he wouldn't cum in his pants, then reluctantly stepped back, glad his jacket hid his pant bulge. "Good night Reid. See you on Monday." As Rossi turned to go, he noticed a confused look on Reid's face, unfortunately he was in no shape to stay and question it. He had barely sat down when his orgasm hit, and he cried out Spencer's name as he climaxed.

Monday morning, Spencer Reid asked Morgan if he knew anything about stomach twinges.