The car ride was silent between Derek and Spencer as they thought about what had just happened. They hadn't been in the room when the fight between Emily and the Ambassador occurred, but they quickly learned of it as they ran into Penelope, who was crying. While it hadn't happened to Penelope, it had happened to her friend and that hurt more than anything. Through the girl's sobs, they managed to make out what happened and their hearts hurt for Emily.

Derek knew that if he were to come out to his family, it wouldn't come out nearly as bad. His mother was the most loving creature he had ever encountered, his sisters equally as supportive. They helped him through absolutely everything in his youth, including supporting him through the tough times with his coach, the school, and going into the FBI. He adored his family, and he wished Emily had the opportunity to feel the same way about her own.

Spencer knew that her family certainly was not accepting. She had told him about when she came out and how terrible that was for her community, it came to the point where she ran away back to the United States without speaking to her mother. Emily's mother didn't officially disown her until a few weeks before her freshman year, and of course Spencer hadn't met her yet, but he knew every detail of that specific event. It was painful to even imagine.

"I can't believe the Ambassador acted like that," Derek finally spoke softly, taking his hand from the steering wheel and taking Spencer's hand in his own. "I feel so bad for her. I couldn't… I couldn't imagine that happening to me. I'm not sure I would survive."

Spencer nodded gently, looping their fingers together as he gazed out the window at the night sky, snow falling around the world he was in. "I knew she was a… bitch," he hesitated slightly. "I didn't know the extent of it, though. If I knew…" he stopped, sighing heavily. "I know my mom wouldn't react nearly as bad, and that makes me feel worse."

Derek looked at him for a moment. "Are you going to tell her?"

The younger boy turned to look at him in surprise, tilting his head. "I...she's in a sanatorium, it's probably not the best idea. She… doesn't need anything else on her plate, considering I rarely have time to even visit her." He stared down at his feet hidden by the dark.

His boyfriend nodded, staring ahead. "I mentioned to my mom I met someone. I.. didn't say who, but… she wants you to… um, for new years, she wants me to bring 'them'. How… Do you feel about that?" He briefly glanced at him, a bit fearful of his response.

The brunette pondered the request for a moment. "Go to Chicago? I'd… love to, Der, I'd like to meet your family." He flashed a grin at Derek, who immediately broke out into a smile as well. He couldn't wait.

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The two boys walked back to Derek's room, the older boy's arm looped heavily around his neck. They could barely keep their hands off one another- maybe it was the guilt for what happened to Emily, the raw idea of meeting one another's family, or perhaps just the Christmas spirit. Spencer couldn't stop his hands from running down Derek's abdomen as they walked, his other hand holding Derek's, grinning as he imagined what was in store for the night.

At one point, Derek's free hand slipped a little bit too low down Spencer's back and he let out a low moan, causing Derek to stop breathing. He stared at his boyfriend in shock, shoving him into the nearest wall, planting his lips on the others'. Spencer gasped softly, pulling him in even closer as he grinded softly on the surface. The older boy rolled his eyes to the back of his head as Spencer began trailing his kisses down his neck, gently sucking on the crease of his neck. "Fuck… Spence, let's get in the room," he groaned softly, causing Spencer to grin and pull away from him, trying to pull his pants as far down as he could, preventing anyone from seeing anything.

They reached his room and Derek unlocked his door, trying to ignore Spencer's hand on the back of his thigh, blushing heavily. The door clicked open and the two boys piled into the room, their lips meshing together once again. Derek picked him up gently, causing Spencer to wrap his legs around the strong waist of the other boy. Spencer wrapped his arms around his neck, shoving his hands into Derek's curly hair. Their lips worked together quickly, molding like puzzle pieces as they made their way over to Derek's bed, quickly falling against the mattress.

As they laid in the bed, Derek gently grinded his hips against Spencer as he wedged himself in between his thighs, causing Spencer to groan softly against Derek's mouth, causing a flush to break out all over his body. At some point, the two of them sat up and pulled each other's shirts off, Derek's lips attaching to Spencer's collarbone and slowly making their way down his body.

Spencer was freezing at this moment, thoughts of what if I do it wrong? What do I do? How do I do this right? His breath hitching in his chest as his hands were stuck to his side, watching as Derek slowly but surely made his way down to exactly where Spencer needed him. His legs trembled slightly, unsure if he could handle this for much longer. He just needed.. He… oh my god, he would need to do the same to Derek. What if he disappointed the boy? What if it caused Derek to break up with him?

"Pretty boy." The boy's deep voice broke through Spencer's thoughts, alerting his eyes to make contact with the other. "What are you thinking about?" He had sat up, his skin flushed slightly on his face, ears, his shoulders. He looked beautiful in a way that Spencer never expected, and it was even more overwhelming. Spencer wasn't exactly beautiful himself.

"You… know, I've never…" He bit down on his lip, looking up at Derek, hoping he would receive the message. His boyfriend grinned softly, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips, immediately pulling away.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to, but if you do want to.. We can take it as fast or as slow as you want, okay? Whatever you wanna do, baby," he said softly, his voice slurring from arousal. His hands lifted up to gently play with Spencer's hair, causing every slim muscle in his body to jump. Spencer smiled at him, realizing how truly safe he felt. He knew Derek wouldn't judge him for his flaws, could even possibly see it as perfections, and while that may scare him, he liked Derek. Instead of responding, he connected their lips once more.

The two kissed for a while, unsure of whether to move further. At one point, Spencer slowly slid his hands down Derek's body, making way with his belt and pants. He shimmied them down, leaving Derek in just a simple pair of boxers. "You're a little overdressed, pretty boy," the older boy grinned, sitting up so he could help take Spencer's off. The two of them took their sweet time making sure of one another's comfort, memorizing every part of one another's body. Spencer noted the small birthmark on Derek's hip, the way he reacted when Spencer kissed down his abs. "You're perfect," he mumbled against his skin, looking up to see how his boyfriend would react. Derek stared down at him with wide eyes, fighting a smile from breaking out against his lips. He failed, taking his hands and cupping Spencer's face. His face was perfect- it was angular in all the ways of a sculpted god, but also round in a way that sparked of his innocence and joy.

Spencer gently hooked his fingers around Derek's boxers, his breath hitching in his chest as his length was exposed and he had to fight the urge to moan at the sight. "Derek, I-'' he hesitated, looking up at his boyfriend as his hands slowly crawled up the thighs of the boy. The older boy pulled Spencer up to meet their lips, flipping them so they were in opposite positions now- Spencer resting below Derek. He let his feet dance as they were resting over the edge of the bed, doing it for a moment before his boyfriend chuckled. "Aw, baby, you're too cute." He did what Spencer had earlier, pulling off his briefs.

"Is this okay, pretty boy?" With the situation, the pet name did special things to him. At the sound of it, Spencer's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he nodded quickly, absolutely no hesitation this time around. He was ready to be connected with his boyfriend.

Derek slid down and gently slid his tongue up the shaft of the boy, Spencer biting his lip to fight a loud moan. "D-Derek," he gripped his hair tightly, letting his head fall back against the pillow. His boyfriend didn't respond and gently slipped his mouth around the head of his length, sliding it slowly down his throat. He took a deep breath, slowly bobbing his head up and down, looking up to watch Spencer's face. "Oh- oh fuck, oh, Derek," Spencer cried out, forcing his head down further, which Derek had absolutely no complaints about. The situation was purely erotic- Spencer with his head thrown back, spewing sinful words and noises, his hands in Derek's hand. He could come just at the sight and he almost did.

Within just a few moments, Spencer began bucking up into his mouth, briefly apologizing before continuing, sobbing Derek's name. He reached his peak, falling back against the mattress, breathing heavier than he ever had before. Derek grinned, cleaning up the mess, crawling back up his boyfriend's boyfriend to rest on his waist. "Derek, I- thank you," which caused Derek to laugh out loud and plant a kiss on his mouth. "I- do you want me to… I.." Spencer hesitated, still recovering from his high.

Derek shook his head gently, kissing his head before rolling off his body and pulling Spencer into his arms. "That was enough for me, you can next time, pretty boy. Assuming there's a next time?" He cocked his head, looking gently down at the younger boy. Spencer buried his face in his boyfriend's neck, mumbling softly.

"Of course, I.. I want there to be a lot more times," he blushed softly, grinning against his skin. The two boys pulled their boxers back on their bodies (more like Derek helped Spencer do it), and quickly dozed off into a deep, loving sleep.

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The door to Derek's room flew open, a group of boys rushing in. "Derek Morgan! Derek Morgan!" It was a group of jockish boys, all flaunting some type of football or hockey jersey, their voices loud in the quiet room. However, their yelling quickly died down as they examined the situation in front of them. Derek laid in the bed, having put on a shirt before he fell asleep so he was fully clothed, but Spencer was clad only in a pair of boxers. "Derek?" The main boy, Anthony spoke up.

Hearing their voices, the two boys instantly rose from their sleep, flying away from one another as they had been previously holding one another. "A...Anthony?" Derek questioned, sitting up quickly in the bed and making his way over to the group of boys. "What the fuck are you doing here? How'd you get in?" Spencer was sitting on the bed, his knees curled up to his chest as he watched the conversation break out between them.

The other boy looked between Derek and Spencer, confusion written all over his face. "What, are you a faggot now? Are you too good for Chicago?" He growled softly, grabbing Derek's arm and staring into his eyes, anger swelling deep inside.

Derek froze. This was the group of friends he had left behind 4 years ago, he hadn't seen them since. He knew who they were, but he.. He had forgotten at that time how they acted, and he was frozen. These were the kids that helped him survive in the place he grew up, had his back in the fights he got into, had his back when he found that body and was accused of.. Derek bit his lip, looking back at Spencer. The young boy was staring at him with wide eyes, scared and confused. He looked so young in the moment, so pure…. He had two options. Risk losing the friends he grew up with, or hurt Spencer. In the long run, they would both be unfair to all parties.

"You think I'm a faggot? What, you think I went to college and started fucking guys in the ass?" Spencer stared at his boyfriend, knowing exactly what was about to come and dread was bubbling in his chest. "I barely know this kid. I'm friends with his roommate and she needed the room to herself, if ya catch my meaning. I offered to let him stay, the little…" he hesitated, trying to prevent his voice from breaking. "The little freak must have crawled in my bed, he's gay. I ain't. Now get the fuck off me, and get out of here," He nodded his last statement at Spencer, who was barely trying to fight the tears pouring down his face. The boy shimied his pants and shirt on, running through the group of boys and out of the room, exiting Derek's sight. The group of boys cheered Derek on, calling after Spencer, calling him all sorts of names but the boy stood there numb, instead of laughing with them. He knew there was no coming back from what he had just done.