Chapter 52
Spencer Reid sat on his couch, sipping a coffee, feeling too restless to go to bed. He reflected on the evening, and smiled. It had been a wonderful night. The dinner had been delicious, and Rossi was always good company. Reid thought about Rossi's ex-wife showing up, that had been really weird. Even Reid could tell her date was very uncomfortable sitting at a table with Rossi, the ex-husband. Spencer realized he had never seen them leave; he had been eating his dessert, and the next thing he knew he and Dave were leaving and the others had disappeared. Very strange. Reid remembered the play, and felt excited all over again. He had loved it. He had known every line, of course, and had imagined being on stage with the actors. Reid knew, for a definite fact, that he was going to be attending the theatre a lot from now on. He wondered if Rossi would like to come to some plays with him. Thinking about Rossi made him recall the end of the evening hug they had shared. That had been nice, very nice. Although Spencer had been expecting it, it had seemed sort of special this time. Reid had at first been surprised when Rossi had tightened his arms, and pressed his hands a little harder into his back. But, for some reason, he'd kind of liked it. Rossi's strong arms around him had felt kind of good, and he had had an overwhelming feeling of being safe. Reid had surprised himself, when he too tightened his arms, and splayed his hands. Recalling this memory, suddenly Reid remembered how Rossi's back had felt under his hands, it had been strange to feel the muscles moving a bit under Rossi's blazer. Reid had never really hugged someone like that before, he wondered if it was normal. Then the oddest thing had happened; he had gotten a twinge in his stomach again, stronger this time. Reid had considered asking Rossi about it, but Dave had rushed back to his car before he had a chance. Reid knew he was missing something, his brain was missing a piece of the puzzle concerning these twitches, and he was getting very frustrated with himself. It was at times like these, when something was happening that he couldn't explain, that he most resented the life he had been forced to have because of being a genius, and having a mentally ill mother. Reid knew if he had had a normal childhood and adolescence he might know by now what these odd twinges were. Oh well, he thought, Monday I'll speak to Morgan, he'll probably know what they are and what's causing them. Reid yawned, and decided to call it a night. As he changed, he thought again about the wonderful evening he'd had with Rossi, how nice the hug had felt, and he suddenly felt like having a little 'personal pleasure' before he went to bed. Spencer again recalled how he had felt when Rossi's hands were splayed across his back, and he began to slowly stroke.
Spencer Reid could feel someone running their fingers through his hair, it felt very relaxing. Spencer felt another hand softly stroking down his bare back, and he trembled slightly with pleasure; the hand stopped at the waistband of his briefs, and Spencer heard himself whisper 'Yes...'
