AN: When inspiration strikes, right? More smut this chapter, promise, but wayyyy more fluff. Anyway, enjoy!
Spencer, after an icy shower and grabbing his duvet from the living room, decided that JJ was right. He was a hermit. And he proved so by staying in his room until morning. His mom and Daniel didn't come home until around eleven and by the universe's good grace, they did not check on either teen. Spencer turned his music up high on his headphones and played virtual chess on his computer until two AM. Then he decided to sulk in his bed the remainder of the night.
It never happened, he reassured himself. It was all a fever dream and nothing will be weird at school.Texting Kevin to pick him up a whole twenty minutes earlier than usual for school was not a way to chicken out of seeing JJ at the breakfast table. He just... needed to go to the library first thing. Yeah. Luckily for him, Kevin already had two Redbulls and wanted to play the new Borderlands game.
The sound of his thumping heart lulled Spencer to sleep for an hour or two then he woke up just before his alarm. He tactfully shut off the alarm and stalked around his room to get dressed. Why the hell was he so anxious? There's no way she'd be up right now anyway.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped his dresser. Inhale 123, exhale 456. Nothing was going to happen. They'd get to school and she and all her Barbie doll friends wouldn't even send a glance his way. No one knew what happened. No one will.
With a final breath, he stepped away from his dresser and tripped over his computer chair, catching himself on his bed. He was simultaneously enraged and relieved at the distracting pain.
He picked himself up, grabbed two different socks, and slipped on his converses. He stood in front of his door, backpack in hand. This mission requires stealth, he could almost hear Kevin say. He gripped the doorknob and swung it open, his purple flannel billowing behind him.
There stood his arch-nemesis, a soft golden sundress flowing around her curves and stopping around mid-thigh. That, with her cerulean scrunchie, accentuated her lightly tanned skin and made her positively glow.
"Earth to Dweeb," JJ teased, clearly annoyed. She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed against her chest.
Spencer cleared his throat, "What was that?"
JJ rolled her eyes, "I said, what are you doing? You don't get up until the last minute usually."
"What do you care?" he muttered and lunged for the bathroom. He shut the door behind him. He realized he was shaking when he grabbed his toothbrush. He sighed, put some paste on the brush and stuck it in his mouth. He went over every tooth once, twice, almost three before spitting. He racked his hands through his hair a few times for good measure and smoothed down his faded Green Day shirt. Second day of hell, here I come.
Kevin Lynch pulled up to the Jareau Residence to pick up the only Reid in Quantico, Virginia. Instead of the twenty minutes he promised it was more like fifteen since he grabbed a couple of breakfast sandwiches and a coffee for Spencer. He had the windows down and Breakbot playing, still half asleep and eating his breakfast, when Spencer stormed out of the sidedoor.
"Aye, it's the main man himself," Kevin said around a mouth full of food. Spencer plopped himself and his bag in the seat and grabbed his coffee from the cupholder.
"You're an angel sent from heaven," Spencer said as he took off the lid and nearly downed the caffeinated liquid.
"Woah, dude, what the hell happened last night?"
"Don't ask questions you're not prepared to know the answers to." Spencer replaced the lid and rubbed his face roughly.
Kevin couldn't help but laugh at the ominous reply, "okay."
By the second stop light on the way to Quantico High, Spencer sighed loudly. Kevin turned down the music.
"What's up, man?" Kevin glanced at his friend in concern before turning back to the road.
"I... you wouldn't believe me if I told you," he replied while looking out the window.
"Try me," Kevin said resolutely. Spencer turned to his best friend of five years and weighed his next statement carefully.
"I slept with JJ," when his voice cracked he cleared his throat. Kevin glanced at him again, his eyebrows furrowing.
"What?" he asked simply.
"I slept with JJ," Spencer said again, more clear. He looked down at his lap and felt the panic seep in. "Oh my God." He looked up to see Kevin's look of complete awe.
"You... you freaking slept with... are you sure it wasn't a wet dream, man? It happens to the best of us, it's okay." Suddenly they were already at school and pulling into their usual parking spot.
"Okay, regardless if you believe me or not, do not tell a living soul. Not even Willow." Spencer held out his pinkie.
"You're serious," Kevin whispered. Willow was Kevin's lovely black Labrador who he told everything to. He wrapped his pinkie around his friend's. "But how did..." he let go, "You have to tell me everything."
"Not happening," Spencer said defensively as he opened the car door and stepped out.
"That's not healthy, Spencer," Kevin called after him. He stepped out himself and grabbed his bag. "You can't bottle something like this up, and I think I'm the perfect person to talk to about this." Spencer couldn't help the small grin that crossed his lips.
"You're only saying that because you're perverted," he said quietly. They marched up the steps side by side.
"What, me? Perverted? Don't be ridiculous." Just as they reached the double doors, a couple girls from the volleyball team giggled past them inside. "Good morning, ladies." They stopped laughing and shot Kevin "as if" glares. They took the stairs. As soon as they were out of earshot, he turned to the other teen, "You know they have a game tonight, how 'bout it?"
Spencer stared at him for a moment, then he shook his head and started walking down the hallway towards the cafeteria. "You're terrible."
"What? I'm only thinking of you. That hot step-sis of yours is on the team." Spencer smacked him on the arm. "Ow. No one's in the comp-sci wing 'cept us, numbnuts."
"Don't call her that. It's creepy. And another thing, I wanted you to pick me up early to avoid Regina George this morning, ca va?" He ducked into the last computer room before the cafeteria.
Ms. Montenegro and Penelope Garcia were chatting by the teacher's desk and pointing at the monitor.
"What did you just call me?" a young man with black hair and glasses asked his counterpart, somewhat offended. The other teen's brow furrowed.
"I said 'ca va'"
"I don't speak Italian."
Spencer's hands clenched like he wanted to strangle the man. "It's French. I've taken French for the past five years."
"Hey guys," Penelope greeted, sensing the tension. Spencer pinched the bridge of his nose briefly before looking up.
"Hey, Pen, Ms. M. What are y'all up to?"
"Y'all?" Ms. Montenegro smiled. It put him at ease, as she always did.
"Hey, I didn't know if you had breakfast yet but," Kevin pulled the other sandwich out of his bag and handed it to Penelope. "Bacon, not sausage, right?"
"Awww, o.m.g. thank you," the fashionable blonde gave him a side hug.
Spencer looked back to the monitor and saw a picture of a ginger man holding a baby swaddled in a blue blanket. "Is this your son?" he pointed at the screen. She flashed that bright smile.
"Yep, that's my little Michael. And that's my husband, Jack."
"He's beautiful," Spencer said honestly.
"The baby, too," Kevin snickered. Ms. Montenegro raised an eyebrow.
"Yknow, you two are here weirdly early. Were you two planning something?" she mock-glared at the boys.
Spencer was completely prepared to use his library card (pun intended) again before Kevin spoke up.
"We just missed you so much while you were away on maternity leave that we just had to spend the morning with you. To catch up," Kevin awkwardly leaned on a desk and flashed his most charming smile. "We missed you."
She raised her eyebrows but only hummed, "Mhm."
A thought came to Spencer's mind, "Speaking of seeing teachers, I need to talk to Gideon."
"Forensics guy? You want me to come with you?" Kevin asked as Spencer was already halfway out the door.
"Nah, that's alright. You can stay and 'catch up'," he smirked before turning down the hallway. Kevin had mentioned on numerous occasions how attractive Ms. Montenegro was and how he was her favorite student even though it was clearly Penelope. Kevin and Penelope both were excellent with computers, and had the ambition to pursue computer science as their future majors, but Penelope was always one step ahead of everyone. She was a real protégé to Ms. M. Ms. M even made Penelope hot cocoa in the teacher's lounge after midterms last winter and talked about drama between both teachers and students. Luckily for Spencer, he had a teacher like that too.
After the trek up to the science wing, he went to an old wooden door and knocked four times. It was dark except for the large rectangular windows in the white brick walls. Spencer pressed closer to the thin door window and cupped his hand from the hallway's light. A figure suddenly blocked his view and he jumped back a bit. The door swung open.
"Reid! Just who I wanted to see," the man said, a smile wrinkling his face. The man wore his usual white dress shirt and black slacks but he had his thick reading glasses at the end of his nose. "Let me show you something," he stepped back and led the way to his teaching table at the front of the room.
Jason Gideon was one of the more enthusiastic teachers of Quantico High. Unfortunately, the fact that he was the main forensics teacher made his enthusiasm a bit disturbing for the average student. He talked about the best ways to dispose of the body and about what each motive of the murder would mean to the killer, like to convey extreme hatred or sexual gratification. Where this would unnerve a majority of his class, Spencer was absolutely fascinated.
"Here," Gideon set a file down in front of him, the only reading light coming from a lamp directed towards them. Spencer smiled despite himself and opened the file. "What can you tell me?"
Spencer took a moment to spread the documents out in front of him. There were pictures of three women, all white brunettes that looked to be in their late thirties to forties. They were all stabbed over twenty times each and were found in Hopewell Culture National Park in Ross County, Ohio. They weren't buried or dumped per se but laid out on blankets with their eyes shut.
"Off the top of my head, I'd say these women represent something to the unsub. A mother, a wife, someone who hurt him or left him. And the location must mean something to him as well considering there's hardly any dense vegetation to hide the body. That, or he wants people to find the bodies but there isn't a real message besides the victim laying to rest. The amount of stab wounds would suggest overkill but then he shows remorse in the staging of the body." Spencer looked up to meet Gideon's watchful eye. "What?"
"You're quite the remarkable young man, you know that? All I gave you were the crime scene photos and details and you almost have a profile. Have you been practicing?"
Usually Spencer felt really awkward about compliments, but when Gideon praised him he always felt a surge of pride. "I have been actually. I like looking into well-known cases and studying the patterns. I even memorized the Zodiac's secret codes he used in his letters to send to the police. Been a slow summer," he offered a tight-lipped smile as he considered how weird that sounded out loud. Gideon didn't seem to notice.
"That's great, kid. Your photographic memory will be a very valuable asset in whatever career you choose, although if you pick this," he tapped on the file, "it will also be the most painful," he said seriously.
Spencer was taken aback by that. He hadn't really thought about what he wanted to be yet. The concept of college seemed so far away, although he realized then he would be filling out applications after New Years. A hand waved him out of his thoughts.
"Don't tell me you're worried about college. I bet you coulda skipped several grades and have had a PhD. by now."
Spencer's eyes widened, "You give me way too much credit. I just do my work."
"Uh huh, and how many college level courses are you taking this year, you're final year, when you could take all electives?"
He scrunched his nose at the thought of only having electives and end up learning nothing, "like five."
"Five. Five whole college classes on top of a senior project, your other two classes, figuring out who you wanna be, and having a social life? It's too much, I can't even fathom," Gideon dramatized while shuffling the files together and putting them away.
"Well, you know I can't do it without coffee," he almost sang. Gideon paused and stared at the young man for a moment.
"That's why you're in here. Shoulda known it wasn't to visit, but to use me," he exasperated as he made his way to the back where he kept his Keurig, Spencer hot on his trail. Gideon popped Spencer's favorite flavored cup into the machine and set the teen's opaque water bottle under it. "Kids these days," he grumbled to himself.
"Just so you know, I love and appreciate you with everything I have."
When it was finished Gideon handed the drink back to the owner, "Yeah, yeah, now get to class before I call Principal Strauss in here." Spencer chuckled and left to start his day.
Spencer had a much better day than he had anticipated. Although he didn't talk as much as he had wanted to with Gideon that morning, it was still refreshing and comforting to see him. Gideon had become one of his favorite teachers and he considered him somewhat of a mentor. He looked up to him and he made Spencer believe that there were in fact good men in the world, even if they were a little weird. Yet again people found him weird.
After revising for the final time and printing out his essay due Monday, it was around 9:30. Spencer debated whether or not he wanted tacos enough to borrow his mom's car or wait until "his" car had gotten home. Daniel had the wonderful idea of buying his children a car. That's right: a singular car. That was basically given to JJ with an added, "oh, and you can share it with Spencer." That rarely happened.
He settled for wandering around the kitchen, looking for something to throw together. He found tortilla chips and a bowl of guac in the fridge from one of Dan's many summer barbeques. It looked fine so he decided to take his chances. Just as he was about to pass through the living room, his mother spotted him from the couch.
"Spencer, what are you sneaking now?" his mother teased, looking up from her book. He couldn't stop his smile from forming.
"Some guac," he held up the bowl.
"You're having chips and guac without me? What kind of son does that?"
Spencer laughed and sat next to his mother, "Totally not me."
"That's what I thought." She scooped some on a chip and popped it in her mouth. "Mm, Daniel makes the best dips."
"Where is Dan the man?" he asked as he mirrored his mom.
"He went to watch your sister's game. First one of the season. I couldn't go because I have work," she looked at the time and her eyes went slightly wide, "in ten minutes."
"Better get your scrubs on then."
"Don't you sass me," she said while rushing out of the room.
He laughed again, "What?" But she was already in her room getting ready for an eight-hour night shift at the hospital. Now that he thought about it, shouldn't Dan and JJ be back from the game by now? And just like that he heard the front door open.
"Diana, darling, are you home?" Dan called throughout the house. Spencer then took this as his que and all but booked it to his room.
It wasn't until an hour after his mother had said her goodbyes, that there was a knock on his door.
He took a calming breath, anxiety suddenly rushing through his system, "Who is it?"
A pause, "It's me. We need to talk." And there went his heart palpitations again.
"No, we don't," he blurted, mentally slapping himself afterward. His door creaked open. He stared steadfastly at the novel in his hands. The door shut and he felt her weight on the side of his bed.
She sighed deeply, "Look, Spence, I get that it's like, weird now or whatever, but you can't just avoid my existence forever."
He realized that he must seem pretty childish at this point and looked up to meet her eye. Her hair was still wet from her shower. She had a camisole on and short pajama shorts that matched. She looked adorable.
She arched an eyebrow, "Hi." He realized he was staring and cleared his throat.
"What did you wanna..." he gestured vaguely, "talk about?"
"Yesterday, duh. We can't just act like it didn't happen."
"We can't?" Spencer was expecting the complete opposite and that's what he was trying to do for her. Give her a second chance to be little Ms. Perfect.
"Obviously not. Especially with the way you look at me now."
"I...," heat flooded his cheeks at the call-out. "You came onto me, remember?"
"No shit, Sherlock. Just," JJ paused and closed her eyes for a moment. "Just... don't tell anyone, alright? That's all I'm asking."
"Why would I? Everyone thinks I'm a freak anyway; they'd think I was a perverted crazy person," he mumbled as he set his book aside.
Her brow furrowed, "No one thinks you're a freak, Spence. A try-hard, maybe, but I've never heard anyone say you're a freak. And you talk about really obscure stuff sometimes and you get all weird when you're in a crowd of people. And you're the biggest geek ever," she smiled softly. "But the smartest guy I know."
The heat in Spencer's cheeks grew and spread to the tips of his ears.
"Which reminds me," JJ slid her hand into his, "do you think you could help me out on my lab report due this Tuesday? I'm just super busy with v.b. right now, you know since I'm varsity co-captain, and I've got work tomorrow and the girls wanna go to brunch on Sunday," she counted off. "I just know you really like science and I suck at it." She squeezed his hand and smiled.
He should've known this heart to heart had underlying intentions. He sighed, "Yeah, whatever, what class is this?"
"Chem," she said as if the mention of it put a sour taste in her mouth. Spencer couldn't stop the small smile.
"Just give me your notes and I'll be all set." He was about to return to the book he was reading when she launched herself on him, crushing him in a hug.
"Thanks, Spence. You're the best little brother ever." Spencer scoffed. She was only three months older than he was.
She pulled back, smiling and still laying on top of him. She kissed his cheek briefly and both of them realized the position they were in. Spencer had a soft t-shirt on and checkered boxers. He held her gently, looking up into vibrant blue eyes and feeling a familiar fire ignite in his lower abdomen.
JJ recognized the look in his eyes. Usual chocolate brown almost turned black, mouth slightly ajar. She hid her smirk well. "Is there anything I could do to repay you?" He grabbed the hand that was caressing his cheek. He nodded. "And what would that be?" she purred.
"Let me use the car comic con weekend?" he asked quietly. JJ's playful façade dropped.
"Are you serious?"
"Well, you know I wouldn't ask unless I had a ride. Kevin's going to Disney with his family that week and Penelope doesn't know how to drive yet. And it'd just be awkward to have either of our parents drop us off and pick us up, especially in that area," he rambled.
She sighed and sat up, "Yeah, whatever, Spence. Take the car." She felt his erection under her when she rubbed her face with the heel of her palm. "Anything else?"
"Um, for favors? No. But if you were implying that you wanted to engage in...," he cleared his throat at her expectant look, "other activities th-that involve two consenting parties-" JJ's laugh cut him off. His brow furrowed.
"You are such a dork," she said between laughs. When she composed herself, she poked him in the stomach. "What happened to the bad boy from yesterday? I miss him." She leaned down and pressed herself to him, slowly moving against him. "I love a man who takes what he wants."
Before he could reply she kissed him deeply. Her tongue slipped through his lips and met his own, setting off fireworks between them. Being the overthinker that he was, Spencer couldn't help but replay her words in his head. A wave of guilt washed over him as he remembered the way he had treated her the day before. Although she seemed to like it, he wanted it to be clear that he wished this all started out a better way. Her soft lips made it difficult but he pulled back.
"Listen, JJ," he began. She groaned and rolled her eyes.
"Are you gonna be talking the whole time?" she snapped as she pulled off her camisole. Suddenly it all made sense. The anger, the manipulation. But he'd be damned if he'd let her get her way this time. He reached over and grabbed his novel from before. He felt the annoyance radiate off her body. "What are you doing?"
He finished the page before looking up, "Hm? Oh, well I just thought I'd be quiet and leave you alone while you ride me, considering that's all you came in here for." He continued reading, containing the smirk threatening to surface. He was fully expecting her to leave or to throw a fit, but she stayed.
After a few agonizing seconds, she replied, "Fine." She didn't leave the bed. He felt her shuffle around a bit and eventually pull down his boxers past his thighs. His brain short-circuited.
One thing dear ol' Spence didn't take into account was the fact that Jennifer Jareau loved a challenge. She straddled his lap again after taking off her shorts and panties. She stroked him a few times before angling herself above him and let out a breathy moan as she slid all the way down. Spencer gripped his book tighter, using it more as a shield than reading material.
She leaned back, supporting herself on his thighs, and slowly rocked her hips back and forth. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her.
"God, you've got a good dick, Spence." She slowed her pace even more and tilted her head back. "So good," she moaned.
It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. How did this woman sleep at night? Surely, he couldn't be the only guy she's tortured like this. This whole ordeal was just getting ridiculous. There's no way she could keep this up.
Yet again, did he really want her to stop?
He chanced a look past his shield. Her eyes were screwed shut, her mouth gasping for air, her still-damp hair swaying with every motion. She was an angel and a demon wrapped in one beautiful, fit body. Damnit, JJ, his mind cried not for the first time in the past 48 hours.
He marked his place in his book and set it aside again, glaring when they finally made eye contact.
She grinned, "Oh, please don't let me interrupt." She leaned forward then and snaked her hand under his tee, moving herself up and down.
"You're an evil temptress from the black lagoon sent to ruin my life."
JJ laughed, "I love it when you talk nerdy to me." She picked up the pace a bit, her body bouncing perfectly above him. Before he could stop himself his hands reached up and caressed her soft curves, cupping her breasts and trailing past her waist and down to her tight little ass. He grabbed her hips then, deciding to help after all, and guided her in her movements. He matched the tempo with his own thrusts, causing her to slip. She fisted his shirt tightly, barely able to hold herself up as he took control. She shook and whined and pleaded, "Oh, God, Spence."
He reached up with one hand and entwined his fingers in her hair, pulling her down and kissing her sloppily. He held her close against him and thrusted up into her until she squeaked and dug her nails into his chest. He felt her contract around him and let out a moan of his own as he came. Both panted as she collapsed on top of him and snuggled into his neck. He slowly lifted up her rear, pulled out, and held her against him again. Her hair smelled like light lavender and fresh honey. A different kind of warmth invaded his chest and forced him to smile.
"Are you alright?" he asked against her temple, tracing patterns on her back. She only nodded. "Are you sure? I've never heard you squeak before," he spoke just above a whisper.
She sniffled, "I'm fine." His entire body tensed at her shaky voice. Her own body hugged him tighter when she felt him go rigid. Why was she crying? She pulled back, fresh tears threatening to fall from red eyes. "That was my first real orgasm," she croaked, looking anywhere but his face. An emotion Spencer couldn't quite name washed over him then and it made him want to cry too.
"I'm sorry," he offered genuinely. Her strong façade broke and she crawled off the bed, grabbing her discarded clothes and slipping them back on. He pulled up his boxers and sat up. "JJ-"
"I really think you've said enough," she scoffed and left the room without looking back.
Spencer sat there for a while, staring at his bedroom door. He reached up absentmindedly and traced the small crescent moons on his chest. He felt an overwhelming pain in his chest and a batch of his own tears made it past his defenses.
JJ sank into her own bed and held her pillow for dear life. Her sobs wracked her body until she finally fell asleep.
AN: You know, this went in a totally different direction than I was expecting. Regardless I am honestly proud. You all have saku hyuuga to thank for the continuation. You're right; it wasn't a very civil ending, but who said it was the end? :p oh, well I guess I did. Silly me. Plus I understand the feelings of wanting more stories with this ship. I love it sm.
And for those of you wondering: Yes I based Ms. Montenegro on Angela from Bones. Yes Kevin is wayyyy more like Xander from Buffy the Vampire Slayer than Kevin from CM. That was on purpose. I'm also planning on having side plots around other characters eventually if that sounds good. Guess my brain just isn't made for oneshots.
Questions, reviews, comments, concerns are very welcome and much appreciated!