Derek carried Spencer by having one of his skinny arms looped around his shoulder, carefully dragging him back to his dorm room. He knew it would lead to consequences for all parties if he alerted security to get medical help, and he knew that Spencer would be okay. Pissed off, perhaps, but physically he would be okay. It was probably his first rodeo when it came to getting punched in the face, and he came back to life pretty quickly. He was eerily quiet though, as they went back.
Clearing his throat in front of their door, Derek nodded as Spencer released his grip on Derek and looked at him carefully. "Thank you, Der. I'll.. keep you updated, on the nose." He lightly chuckled, although it sent sharp pains throughout his face, causing him to wince.
"It'll be fine, man, just keep it iced and try not to sleep too much. You might have a concussion. I think that's how it works, at least." He reached over to gently rub Spencer's shoulder, looking down at him. "Listen, Spence, I…"
Spencer cut him off abruptly, clearing his throat. "You defended me. Why? It… you knew it would lead to an altercation. Your body language was prepared for it, your stance, your expression… I, why would you risk that just to defend me?" He tossed his gaze down to the floor, folding his hands down near his thighs. He was closing himself off from the other boy, which drew his attention quickly.
Derek used his hand to tilt Spencer's chin up, causing their eyes to make contact. He stayed silent for a moment, contemplating his choices. He could either say he just enjoyed a good fight as a joke, he could confess his feelings for the boy, or he could just say nothing at all. "You know why, Spence." He said softly, releasing his touch.
The younger boy tried to read his face but there was an emotion on it that Spence had never seen before. He had seen it in the movies he tried to watch, he had seen it on Emily's face when she looked at JJ at the party, he had seen it on… Derek liked him. His face instantly grew red as he stared up at Derek, conjuring up a response. He never expected anything like this to happen, he never expected the boy he liked to ever even think of him in such a way…. "Say it, Derek. Please." He stuttered, only slightly terrified of what he would say in response.
Instead of responding, Derek leaned forward to press his lips against the other boy's. Their lips stilled for a moment as Spencer recovered from the shock of it, until he looped his arms up around his neck and collided against him, ignoring the world around them. It was like there was nothing except for them, just their bodies pressed flush against one another, their lips mushing together as Derek slipped his tongue into his mouth.
Spencer was a bit alarmed at first, never having gone this far with anyone- considering Derek was his only kiss he had ever experienced. It almost brought tears to his closed eyes, but he thought that would be stupid as they stood in the middle of the hallway, making out. He never thought he would be the type to display such affection in public.
After a few moments of their world being just themselves, they were interrupted by a door opening down the hall and immediately broke apart, just looking at one another. "What does this mean, Spence?" Derek looked at him softly, reaching forward and looping his fingers through the others.
The brunette stared up at him, taking in the sight in front of him. Derek was perfect. His hair was slightly ruffled from Spencer running his fingers through it, his lips slightly swollen from their kissing, his eye bruised from a punch by Rossi. He was beautiful. Spencer let out a breath, biting down on his lower lip. He wasn't sure what to say. What does it mean?
Little did Derek know, he was thinking the exact same about the opposite. Spencer looked so calm, so pretty. His own shaggy hair was ruffled, tucked behind his ears as an action by Derek. He was slightly flushed all over his body, his eyes wide as ever, his lips slightly parted, he was perfect. He was his pretty boy. "I want to be with you, Spence. It's not.. It's not gonna be easy, and I'm fucking scared out of my mind, but I want to give this a chance. Can we… ?" He said softly, leaning in to ensure Spencer could hear him.
The brunette grinned as big as he possibly could, leaning forward and wrapping his arms tightly around the torso of Derek. "Yes." He said simply, laying his head down so he could listen to Derek's heartbeat.
The two stood there for a minute, taking in one another's company. "I have to… can we talk about this more later? I want to. I have.. Class, and I…" Derek stuttered, something rare for the seemingly alpha male. Spencer smiled slightly and pulled away from him, nodding up.
"Of course, um… bye, Derek." He said as he began to open the door to his room, but was soon stopped by Derek's lips being pressed against his own once again. He would love to be lost in Derek's world in every way, kiss him for the rest of his life, feel his touch forever. He knew that was unrealistic and they were sure to break up at some point, but for the time being, he would enjoy it.
The older boy released his boyfriend, and walked off, turning back just once to blow a kiss before exiting the building, a simple now built in on his face.
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Spencer walked into his room, grinning. He had completely forgotten about his painful nose, or the way his head pounded in his skull. He could only think about the way his lips tingle from Derek's touch, or the way his entire body felt on fire. It was an emotion he had yet to feel in his short life.
He slid his shoes off, walking further into his room to notice Emily laying on her bed, mascara smeared across her eyes. She was scrolling through her phone, but quickly noticed her roommate standing there. "Spence! Fuck, I ran into Elle today." She immediately sat up, setting her phone down beside herself. "I was walking down the fucking sidewalk, just waiting for class today," she rolled her eyes, pausing before she continued. "Then she yelled at me in public! She fucking yelled at me, bro! She called me a bad person. I didn't even do anything, all I was doing was apologizing and she freaked out, for no reason." She borrowed her face in her hands, not even bothering to ask Spence about his bright red nose or the way he couldn't stop smiling.
Realizing that she didn't notice, or she did notice and didn't care, the smile slowly slipped from Spencer's lips as he watched her. He listened as she rambled away, finally realizing her selfishness. He was tired of it. All he wanted was to shout out about Derek kissing him, asking to be with him, holding him, all he wanted was to tell his best friend about everything in his life but she didn't care. She never cared.
"Can you believe that, Spence?" She shook her head.Finally, she drew her head up to look at her best friend, who was staring at her in anger. His eyebrows were furrowed, his fists clenched at his sides, his posture straight as a board. "You… ok?"
"You know, Emily. It's funny. I love you, and you know that. However, I'm starting to see what these people mean." He began, shaking his head as he looked at his friend. "Have you ever noticed that I have a broken nose?" He pulled his hand up to gesture to his face. "Do you even care? Derek and I just made out in the hallway and then he asked me out, do you even care? No, you don't." He sighed, biting his lip to prevent tears from forming in his eyes. "You're selfish. You're really fucking selfish. I… I never realized it before. I don't know if it happened in a matter of days or I've just been oblivious because I needed friends, but fuck, Emily.." He paused, looking at her.
She stared at him, tears pouring down her face. Here was her best friend, the one person left, the only person who didn't hate her, pouring his heart out and telling her how selfish she was. She couldn't fathom the person she had become within a short period of time. She hadn't acted like this since highschool- she hadn't been like this since before she came out. She hadn't acted this selfish since the peak of her mother's abuse, since the last time she…
"I wish I could feel bad for you, Em. I really do. But I can't. You don't even know anything about me anymore. It's simple. "Hey, Spence, what happened to your face? Oh, Em, David Rossi and Derek got into a fight where Der was defending me and I got involved." "Hey, Spence, how are things going with you and Derek? They're great, Emily, thanks for asking!" It's that easy." He shook his head. "I don't care about Elle. I don't care about JJ. I don't care about how you are the victim, because Emily, you did a bad thing. You did. You have to face that. I love you, Emily, but you need to face what you did like a good person." He turned on his heel, going back to put his shoes on. "I'm done, Emily. Let me know when you care again." Emily closed her eyes, contemplating his words. She didn't respond, waiting to cry out until she heard the door slam shut. The moment it did, she fell apart.
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Emily rolled over in bed, looking at her alarm clock: 3 AM. Spencer still hadn't come back to their room, she assumed she went to Derek's for the night. His roommate wasn't normally there, he often bragged about how he basically lived by himself for less money than those who paid for a single room. She wasn't sure she could handle living by herself like that. She really liked having Spence as a roommate, but maybe she wouldn't anymore after this. She sighed, pulling the blanket off herself. She rolled off her bed, crawling to the floor and grabbing the box under her bed. She grabbed the half full bottle of tequila and took a swig, before noticing something in the corner of her eye. A pair of panties. Elle's. She bit her lip, grabbing them to look at them.
She took another drink, the alcohol instantly hitting her. It was most likely a mixture of fatigue, sadness, and a lack of food from the day. She hadn't eaten. It was her choice, she just hadn't gotten up to get food. She was only a bit tipsy as she took a big swig, contemplating what to do with the clothing item. She was hit with flashbacks of their hookup, and a smile was brought on her face. The way she felt touching another woman was like nothing before, but it wasn't Elle that she was so excited about. The entire time she was thinking of someone else.
She took another drink, almost done with the bottle in just a short period of time. She knew she would regret this later, drinking till she was drunk two days in a row. At this point, she no longer cared. She didn't care if she threw up all night, she didn't care if she was shivering with a hangover tomorrow, she just no longer wanted to feel. She didn't want to think about how Spence might never come back, or the way Elle looked at her, or fuck… JJ. She sighed softly, gripping the cloth tightly in her hand. She finished the bottle and shoved it back under her bed, climbing up from her position on the floor.
She walked over to a pile of clothes in the corner of her room, throwing on a random assortment of some sweatshirt with their college name on it as well as a pair of light grey sweatpants. She put on a pair of doc martens and grabbed the panties as well as her bag and walked out of the room, without a specific destination in mind.
She walked down the brightly lit road near the college, watching the city in the background. They weren't too far off, but it was far enough for the world around her to be lit up by the bright lights of billboards, 24 hour restaurants, apartments, and more. It was her home. Emily loved this city more than anyone would ever know, the way it made her feel, the way it got her away from her mother. She stopped by a corner store and bought another drink, just a simple beer now. She didn't want to be completely wasted as she walked.
She drank as she walked, watching the world around her. A few college students passed her on the sidewalk, laughing as they made their way back to their dorms. One girl even asked her if she was alright, but after a shrug she decided to avoid Emily. Some cars honked at her as she walked along, but she ignored it. She was used to it at this point.
At some point, she ended up in front of Elle and JJ's apartment complex. She pressed the button, speaking into the microphone. "Food-" she burped, laughing out loud. "Service. Um, I got a pantie supreme pizza." She laughed at her own joke, waiting for someone to respond. It took awhile, but eventually a voice popped up.
JJ's muffled voice came through, "Emily, is that you?" The brunette laughed and spoke into the microphone once again.
"Yes- Jayje, I have a delivery. Let me in," she laughed, turning to look behind her as she heard a car door close. Surprisingly, the door clicked open and Emily made her way inside, walking up to their apartment door. Before she could knock, it swung open and revealed JJ. The blonde's hair was pulled up into a loose ponytail, her eyes welled up with tears as well as her face being swollen from crying.
JJ shook her head, glaring up at the brunette. "If you're looking for Elle, she's not here." She set down the beer bottle in her own hand on a table nearby, looking back at Emily.
Emily looked at her curiously, raising an eyebrow. "Where is she?" Her voice sounded a bit more sober after noticing JJ's mood, concerned about lacing her tone. JJ bit her lip, her eyes softening slightly as she noticed Emily was worried. She was too drunk to feel her normal hatred towards the girl, too sad about her roommate to even care.
"She left. She no longer lives here. Welcome to Casa de Jennifer Jareau." She joked, moving out of the way to let Emily inside. The brunette looked at her in shock, surprised she was being allowed in and quickly shoved the cloth into her pocket. JJ didn't notice her hiding anything and closed the door behind them as wandered in. "You were here for her, weren't you?" She looked up at her, taking her bottle and taking a sip.
"No." Emily said softly, observing the bare walls around them. While JJ's stuff was still there, the artsy stuff once residing in their apartment no longer was. It was mostly empty except for some sports stuff, although she could only see a little bit of their apartment.
The blonde turned to her in surprise. "No? You're here for me? Why would you be here for me? I don't like you and you don't like me." The alcohol in Emily's veins had gotten to her head and she leaned into look closely at JJ's face. There wasn't much space between their lips, and JJ's eyes flickered down once to observe Emily's plump red lips, remembering the way they felt against her own.
"That's a lie." The brunette said simply, not moving to connect their lips nor move away from JJ. It was completely up to the blonde what happened. Slowly, JJ moved her face even closer, mere centimeters away from connecting their lips.
"What's a lie?"
"That you don't like me."
"How do you know?"
Emily took her hand and ran her hand up the blonde's arm, feeling as the goosebumps developed under her touch. JJ shivered slightly, looking at Emily with wide eyes. She couldn't believe the way she was melting under her touch, it had to be the alcohol. She hadn't been properly touched in months, Will never took.. Care for her. Instead, he just did what he had to to get off and left her hanging, leaving her to take care of it herself. She must just be sensitive, she would feel this way with anyone- right?
Emily took her pointer finger and gently grazed the side of JJ's neck, causing another shiver, before taking her hand and gently wrapping it around JJ's neck, which caused a soft groan to escape the lips of the blonde. Her face instantly flooded red, and she cleared her throat, trying to cover up the noise. Unfortunately, Emily had heard it before she attempted to cover it up, and a smirk grew on her own lips. "That's how I know, baby."
JJ's eyebrows furrowed at the pet name, and she shook her head. "Baby? I'm not your fucking-" Her words were cut off as she was shoved into a wall, Emily's hand leaving her neck to work with her other hand by gripping JJ's hips. JJ threw her head back at the contact, enjoying the touch of another human being without it being gentle. It was just what she needed. She was going to use Emily- it meant absolutely nothing.
"Don't be a fucking brat." Emily said softly, before releasing her and stepping back away from the blonde with a sly grin. JJ stared at her in shock, from the way her voice wavered slightly, but also from the way warmth flooded her core from the way she spoke. She whined slightly at the loss of contact, but refused to show the brunette that she wanted anything. She… she didn't want anything. Not from Emily, not from any… woman.
However, JJ couldn't ignore the way she felt when she watched Emily look her up and down, examining her body. She was toned from her daily workout as well as her work on the soccer team, a bit different than Emily. Emily was naturally perfect, with a slim waist, wide hips, and thin legs. With the way Emily looked at her, she almost felt like she herself was perfect. Emily looked almost… hungry, like she was eating her body with her eyes. "Fuck, Em." She said softly, which caused Emily to collide into her, smashing their lips together.
JJ groaned at the contact, which caused Emily to pick her up, the blonde instantly wrapping her legs around the waist of the brunette. Their lips molded together, their tongues wrestling as they fought for dominance, who would lead the night ahead of them. As they kissed, Emily carefully made her way to the living room, causing both of them to fall onto the couch, Emily nestled between JJ's thighs as their lips stayed connected. She released their connection, slowly dragging her lips down to JJ's neck, placing gentle kisses slowly down it, nibbling softly on her soft spot, gently sucking on it as she took it into her mouth. JJ sighed softly, taking her hand and placing it on the back of Emily's head, letting her work. Her normal, conscious mind would never let someone mark her like this,but with Emily… She didn't care. No, it was the alcohol. Obviously.
Emily continued moving down, using her fingers to fumble at the seam of JJ's shirt as she attempted to pull it off, looking at JJ for consent. The blonde nodded silently, sitting up to help her out. Emily's eyes scanned her body, biting her tongue to prevent herself from releasing a moan. She was fucking perfect. Her abs were slightly toned, her arms perfectly sculptured, she had the body of a goddess. "Jayje…" she whined softly, her hands slowly crawling to grab her breasts through her bra. The blonde flushed softly, no one had ever worshiped her body in such a way. No man, and obviously no woman. Except for that drunken hookup in the first year of college- but she preferred to not think about that. JJ threw her head back in a sinful moan as Emily pulled one of the cups of her bra down to wrap her lips around a small nipple, sucking softly. She sat there for a moment, absorbing all of JJ's reactions.
After a moment, she moved further down her body, trailing her tongue down her abs, her hands grabbing at her hips as she tried to slide the cloth shorts down her thighs. JJ helped her out a bit, revealing the fact she had nothing underneath. Emily's eyes rolled to the back of her head, trailing up to look at JJ. The blonde stared down with darkened eyes, waiting for some form of contact as she wriggled her hips, looking for friction. Emily grinned, slowly kissing down her abdomen, down to her thighs, and even traveling down to her knees. Her lips traveled everywhere except exactly where she needed it. "Em,... Emmy, em.. Please," JJ stuttered, looking at her. "I…" The soft nicknames made Emily melt, and she slipped her tongue between JJ's folds, her tongue lapping up the wet, flicking here and there over where she needed it most. The blonde moaned loudly, grabbing the back of her head and directing it to where she wanted it. Normally, Emily would have grabbed her wrist and demanded she stop forcing her but in this moment, it was all she wanted. She did what she was directed to and slowly sucked on JJ's clit, letting her tongue dance over it every once in a while.
Emily slipped her fingers down from her hips and slipped them between JJ's thighs, gently teasing her entrance. She looked up at the blonde for consent and JJ groaned in response, nodding slightly as her head fell back against the cushion. Emily slipped her fingers inside, matching the rhythm with her tongue as she slowly curled her fingers up right to the correct position, grinning as JJ cried out, gripping her raven locks tightly. "Oh, fuck! God!"
Soon after a quick paced rhythm between both Emily's mouth and fingers, JJ fell over the edge, grinding against Emily's mouth and crying out a slew of curse words and Emily's name repeatedly, even throwing in a couple "god's here and there. Emily lapped up the remains, slowly climbing up from her position to look at JJ who was flushed, staring up at the brunette. "Emily." "Jennifer." JJ's eyes rolled back from the use of her full name and she smiled, shaking her head. Emily climbed up from her position on the couch, staring down at the blonde. JJ smiled once again, looking at her. There was a calm silence over the two of them as they decided their next move. They could continue on throughout the night, or Emily could leave right now.
"Follow me." JJ said quietly, climbing off the couch, taking her hand and leading to her bedroom. Emily grinned as the two made their way to JJ's room, but was abruptly cut off by JJ shoving her into the wall. "So, you think you own me now? Maybe you're the brat." JJ growled softly in Emily's ear, causing her to look at her with wide brown eyes. "Just because I let you do that doesn't mean you're in charge. Get it straight, Prentiss, I'm in charge." The blonde took Emily and threw her onto the bed, straddling her waist. Emily bit back a moan as she felt JJ's wetness soak the crotch of her own sweatpants.
"Yes, ma'am. Whatever you want." JJ grinded slightly down on her, causing a soft moan to escape both of them. Something took over the blonde, and she ripped the sweatshirt off Emily, instantly going to work on Emily's breasts, gently sucking and nibbling. Emily bit her lip, trying not to cry out. She refused to let herself fall under the control of the blonde. With her other hand, JJ gripped the breast with no attention being paid to it, grabbing it tightly which caused Emily's back to arch and a sharp inhale. "JJ!" She said softly, looking down at her. The blonde didn't respond, crawling down her body, scratching her nails down Emily's back. This was just how the brunette had imagined it when she was with Elle. JJ taking charge over Emily, no matter how much she hated it.
The blonde grinned at her reaction, trailing her teeth down to Emily's pants. She ripped them down her thighs, as well as Emily's boxers. She was a bit alarmed at the sight of the boxers as it reminded her a bit too much of her ex, but she pushed it down as she threw them somewhere in her room. They would deal with finding it later that day. She gripped Emily's hips as she reciprocated what Emily had done to her earlier, slowly bringing Emily to her peak and once she did, she didn't stop. She removed her lips from her clit and brought her fingers, shoving them inside her. As the tension built up in Emily, as well as the cries, JJ added a third finger and curled them up, causing her to instantly fall over the edge. "Jennifer, oh my god," she cried out, but yet- JJ still didn't stop after her second orgasm. She couldn't contain herself as she gave the other pleasure, it was an unexplainable feeling.
After an hour or so of going back and forth between one another, the two finally flopped over in the bed, laying side by side as they breathed heavily. They stayed silent, absorbing what exactly they had just done. JJ was in shock, unable to contain her excitement at the way she finally felt sleeping with someone the way she just had. Emily, on the other hand, couldn't fight a smile as she realized where she had gone wrong this whole time. Spencer was right. Emily did have feelings for JJ. She couldn't let the blonde know that, of course, and pushed it down. She cleared her throat and sat up in the bed, throwing on her sweatshirt. "Well, thanks for that. I needed that release."
The blonde looked at her and swallowed her hurt. Of course they were just using one another, she was crazy. She didn't like Ehomemily, she didn't like women, she just needed a warm body to use. "Of course. Um… you can sleep on the couch if you don't wanna walk ." She shrugged slightly, pulling the blanket up her body. Emily nodded without replying, walking out of the room, shutting the door. She couldn't face her feelings right now.
JJ laid in the bed, staring at the ceiling. Why was she so hurt?