Seducing Pretty Boy

by KTT2123

Derek wants to be Spencer's Daddy the first moment he sees him and sets out to seduce the boy into his bed.

4. Daddy Lays Out the Rules

Chapter Four: Daddy Lays Out the Rules

Staring at Spencer's limp, satisfied form lying on the kitchen table, Derek can't help but feel smug. He strokes a possessive hand over Spencer's body. He belongs to me now. Spencer practically purrs in contentment at the touch, a goofy smile on his face. If a blow job makes him look like this, what is getting fucked going to do to him? A smile stretches over his lips. I can't wait to find out. But first, food.

"Do you want to help me finish supper, Baby Boy?"

Spencer lazily turns to look at him, blinking slowly without answering.

Derek chuckles. The intensity of his orgasm shorted out Spencer's brain and it needs more time to recover. He heads back to the stove and turns it on again to finish the meat by adding spices. Spencer is silent as he readies the rest of the fixings. Derek wants a variety for his Baby Boy to choose from. He hears Spencer climb off the table and watches from the corner of his eye as he tucks himself away and straightens his clothing. Derek gives him the illusion of privacy to become decent before looking over. Spencer blushes as their eyes catch; his hand tightens around the knife as he fights the desire to ravish his boy. Spencer watches him prepare everything with interest, almost as if he'd never watched someone prepare a meal before. "Your mama didn't cook?"

Spencer's lips turn down with bittersweet sorrow. "No. Mom wasn't the domestic type, even before she…" He looks away, a faraway look on his face.

"She what?" Derek prompts softly. Spencer's eyes dart to Derek's and away but not before he recognizes shame in them. "If you're not ready to talk about her, you don't have to. Just know, I'll be here when you are."

Hanging his head, Spencer hides behind his hair. "I don't want you to think less of me…"

Derek cups the side of Spencer's face and tips it up. Stroking his cheek lightly, he promises, "Nothing you say can make me think less of you, Baby Boy. You can trust me." Derek doesn't look away from Spencer's searching eyes. He knows Spencer has been hurt and trust is hard. Derek is prepared to be as patient as he needs to be in earning Spencer's complete trust.

"She has schizophrenia."

"Oh, Baby Boy. I'm sorry." Derek pulls him into a hug, rubbing his rigid back comfortingly. "That must be hard on you both. Is she getting help?" At the words, the tension in Spencer's body starts to ease.

"It's hard to see her on the bad days," Spencer confesses quietly. "I had to put her in a treatment center."

"My poor Baby Boy." Derek hugs him tighter. "You are getting her the help she needs; you shouldn't feel guilty."

"I never said—"

"You didn't have to. I could hear it in your voice."

Spence responds with a soft, surprised, "Oh."

"Tell me something."

"What?" Spencer mumbles into Derek's strong shoulder.

"Is there anything you could do that you aren't doing?"

Spencer meets the blunt question with silence. Finally, he answers in a whisper, "No."

"Then you have no reason to feel guilty. If your mama loves you, she wouldn't want you to feel guilty about doing what had to be done." Derek remains silent afterward, sensing Spencer needs time to organize his thoughts. "You are doing all you can and that is all she can ask of you."

"There are genetic factors to schizophrenia." When Derek says nothing, Spencer adds in a barely audible voice, "I have a ten percent risk of having schizophrenia."

The scared tone about breaks Derek's heart. "I know you're scared, Baby Boy, but no matter what happens, I'm going to be right here beside you."

"Even if…"

Spencer cannot finish his thought but Derek hears him loud and clear. "Even then."

"P-Promise?"

My poor boy. "I promise. No matter what happens, you won't be alone." Spencer fails to stifle his sob at the vow. Derek flicks off the burners, then picks his boy up and walks over to the couch. He settles him in his lap, holding and comforting him through the tears. Derek can only imagine what Spencer saw when his mother's mind devolved into schizophrenia. How scared he must have been, how terrified he must be to have it happen to him too. To have his own mind turn against him has to be Spencer's greatest fear especially after being forced to watch it happen to his mother. Far worse, Spencer has been alone. He may have family but the loner vibe Derek got from him made it clear he hasn't had anyone to lean on for a long time. Before him, Spencer likely didn't have anyone who would take care of him if he became schizophrenic. The prospect of facing his greatest fear come to life all alone must have terrified Spencer.

No more, Derek thinks, comforting his boy. "Daddy will always be here for you." He holds Spencer tight while he releases the fear and worry he's kept bottled up for too long.

Crying himself out, Spencer apologizes furiously for his breakdown.

"Hey, look at me." Spencer still looks beautiful to him, despite his face turning red and splotchy from all the sobbing. "I'm your Daddy, Baby. I'm here to take care of you. Whatever you need, I will give it to you. If you need to cry, I'll be here to hold you through it. Don't be ashamed or embarrassed." Derek wipes the tears from his cheeks, placing light kisses on his cheeks, lips, chin, and nose. "Okay?"

Subdued but looking lighter, Spencer nods slowly.

"Good." His boy is fading fast. "I know you're tired, Baby Boy, but you need to eat." Derek lifts him in his arms and carries him over to the table. "Wait here, I'll dish you up."

Too tired to protest, Spencer agrees, "Okay, Daddy."

Derek fills Spencer's taco with the ingredients he wants before filling his own. Getting a glass of ice water, he walks over to the table. He set down the plate in front of Spencer, then lifts his boy up and sits down with him in his lap. Spencer leans gratefully on him and obediently opens his mouth when Derek holds up food for him.

Looking at the almost finished food, Derek is satisfied Spencer has had enough and doesn't try to wake him as he quickly finishes his own taco. He carefully stands with Spencer in his arms and moves over to the couch, laying him down. Derek kisses his forehead and covers him with a blanket. The moment he moves away, Spencer's eye open sleepily.

"Don't leave."

Brushing a lock of hair from his eyes, Derek reassures his boy, "I won't be gone long. I just need to put the food away and then I'll be right back."

"M'kay." Spencer closes his eyes. Derek starts putting the food away, feeling Spencer's eyes on him from time to time, making sure he hasn't left.

Finished, Derek gathers Spencer into his arms again. His boy relaxes trustingly and is asleep again before he reaches the stairs. Passing Clooney, sleeping in his bed, Derek heads upstairs. He can hear Clooney climbing the stairs behind them. Derek lays Spencer on the king-sized bed and starts stripping him. Spencer shivers a bit but Derek isn't worried. He'll be plenty warm once they are under the covers together. He awakens again when Derek has to break contact to undress. Derek slips into the bed and Spencer immediately gravitates to his side, draping over him.

Not tired enough to sleep, Derek savors the trusting warmth of his boy. It's been an emotional day for Spencer but it's what he needed. He suspects there will be more crying jags in the future and he's going to be there for his boy for every one of them.

Spencer's skin is baby soft under his fingertips. Derek is proud of how much his boy has taken to his touch. He's eager to satisfy Spencer's craving for affection, to give him what he needs to be happy. Spencer already needs his touch to sleep and Derek admits to himself if separated, it's going to be difficult to sleep without his boy next to him.

Derek kisses Spencer's forehead, burying his fingers in his boy's soft locks. Spencer moves closer, making small, contented noises. "My perfect boy." Spencer sighs in his sleep. Smiling, Derek lets his eyes fall shut.

DaddyDerek*BabyBoy

Opening his eyes, Derek wonders what woke him. A sweet moan reaches his ears, making him notice his boy is clutching him tight in his sleep.

"Baby Boy."

"Daddy."

Derek smirks at how breathless Spencer sounds. He's dreaming about me. He maneuvers Spencer until he is straddling his leg. He's definitely dreaming about me. The hardness pressing against his thigh is a delicious way to wake up in the morning. Still asleep, Spencer's hips start awkwardly rocking against Derek's thigh. Closing his eyes, Derek reaches down and starts stroking himself. "Pretty Boy."

Spencer moans, "Daddy."

Derek releases his cock and slips his pre-cum slick hand under the waistband of Spencer's boxers. "God, you have no idea how many times I've fantasized about your delicious bottom, Baby Boy." He presses two fingers into the crease, stroking the length of it. Spencer whimpers at the intimate touch. Derek rubs against his boy's tiny, virgin hole and feels Spencer jerk awake. He looks up and the golden hazel eyes he loves are blown wide with lust.

"Daddy," Spencer whines with palpable need. His desperation for release overcomes any embarrassment. "Please." Spencer grinds against his thigh without restraint.

He rubs his boy's hole more insistently to Spencer's pleasure. God, the sounds he makes! Derek thrusts his other hand into his own boxers and pulls his cock out. Not ambidextrous by any standard, his strokes are awkward but Spencer rutting against him and the sounds coming from him are enough to make up for it.

Knowing Spencer is close by the frenzy in his movements, Derek sets to push him over the edge. He teases Spencer's hole. "Like that, Baby Boy? Daddy rubbing against your tiny virgin hole?"

"Yes!" Spencer pants out.

"Are you thinking about how Daddy's fingers are going to feel when they push inside you?"

Almost delirious, Spencer chants, "Yes, yes!"

"Daddy's gonna do more than that, Baby Boy. Daddy's gonna stretch your little hole. Spread you open with my fingers, get you ready for me." Spencer whines, his leaking cock has soaked his boxers, slickening Derek's thigh and making thrusting smoother. "You know what I'm gonna do next, Baby Boy?" He doesn't wait for Spencer to answer. "I'm going to push my fat cock into your tight heat. Your ass is gonna welcome me, ain't it? 'Cause it knows that's exactly where my cock belongs. Gonna make you mine, cum so deep inside you, Pretty Boy. You wanna feel that? Feel me stretching you wide. Feel my hot cum fill you up. Owning you." With every word, Derek can feel Spencer's hole flutter under his fingertips.

Spencer cums with a whimper.

Needing more, Derek moves his dominant hand to his cock and starts stroking. He imagines his boy's greedy hole squeezing around him. No one else will experience that. Just me. The eyes he didn't notice he closed pop open when he feels Spencer's hand join his. Derek looks into his boy's eyes, seeing need in them. He lets go and gives his pleasure over to Spencer. Remembering his instructions from before, Spencer strokes him firmly.

"I-I want that, Daddy," he says quietly.

Derek looks questioningly at his boy.

"I-I want to feel your f-fingers in-inside of m-me."

Spencer's timid dirty talk is hotter than Derek can comprehend and his cock throbs in his boy's hand.

"I want your p-penis to penetrate my anus."

How is that hot?

"I want to feel your penis deep inside of me, Daddy. I need it."

Derek arches and moans.

"I need you to ejaculate deep inside of me, Daddy. I need your semen inside me, claiming me like no one else can."

Imagining it, Derek spurts violently. His boy wants him and more than that, Spencer recognizes he will be no one else's, not now that Derek is his daddy. When he regains use of his brain, he stares at Spencer until he meets his gaze. " No one else is ever gonna be inside you. No one else is ever gonna feel you squeezing around their cock. And no one will ever cum inside you 'sides me." He needs Spencer to hear and understand he is his boy and his alone. Forever.

Spencer moves closer, offering himself up to the possessive kiss Derek's eyes promise. Derek doesn't stop until he has ravished Spencer's mouth.

"My boy," Derek growls, loving the debauched look on Spencer's innocent face.

"I'm yours, Daddy. No one else's."

Satisfied with how easily and eagerly Spencer agrees, Derek's possessive side relaxes. "That's right, Baby Boy." Seeing the mess they've made, Derek says, "Shower time."

"Yes, Daddy."

Following Spencer into the bathroom, Derek purrs, "You already know how much I love hearing you call me daddy, don't you, Baby Boy?"

Spencer looks at him from under his lashes, a sly smile touching his lips. "Yes, Daddy."

Derek laughs, suspecting Spencer has quite the mischievous side hiding under all his shy, virgin-ness. If his boy wants to tease him by calling him daddy, Derek is never, ever going to complain.

DaddyDerek*BabyBoy

Freshly showered and dressed, Derek knows it's time to start establishing a schedule. Boys need rules and Spencer is no exception.

Spencer heads straight for the coffee maker, no surprise there. Derek watches him doctor up a cup and start sipping like coffee is his lifeblood. He gets a cup of his own and drinks it with less desperation. When Spencer goes for his second cup, Derek stops him with a sharp, "No."

Spencer freezes, then turns to look at him questioningly.

"One cup."

"But—"

"One cup."

Spencer stares at the coffeemaker longingly. He turns back, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "Please, Daddy. I need it."

Derek stands firm, despite how much he wants to press Spencer against the counter and kiss him hard until all thoughts of coffee disappear from his boy's mind. "No. I decide what you need. You cannot live on coffee anymore, Baby Boy. It isn't healthy."

"But—"

"Are you questioning me?" Derek watches Spencer struggle wordlessly. His boy needs to decide whether to trust him or fight against what his daddy knows is best.

After a minute, Spencer sags in defeat. "No, Daddy."

Derek lifts his chin and kisses him lightly. "I know it isn't easy but I am proud of you for trusting me to know what is best. You may have another cup of coffee later. I don't want you to be plagued by withdrawals, Baby Boy, which means I'll be helping you wean off coffee."

"C-Completely?"

The horror in his voice makes Derek smile. "Not completely, just to a healthier amount." Spencer's relief is palpable and Derek can't help but laugh.

Clooney nudges his hand, drawing his attention. Derek pats his head and takes the leash from his mouth. Clooney is always raring to go for his morning run, having a new person around doesn't change that. He glances over at his boy; Derek has to fight against a smile at the look of dread on Spencer's face. His boy anticipates what he's going to say. Spencer turns one of his greatest weapons on him: his eyes. Like an adorable pleading puppy dog's, it tugs on the heartstrings. Despite how much his eyes are begging Derek to give in, he can't and won't. His boy needs to exercise regularly and it is his responsibility to ensure that he does.

"We are going for a run."

"You and Clooney?" Spencer asks hopefully.

"No. You and me and Clooney."

Spencer deflates. "Do I have to?"

He answers the mumbled question with a firm, "Yes."

Perking up, Spencer tries, "I don't have anything to wear."

"Nice try, Pretty Boy. Just means we need to go shopping."

"Oh."

Derek ruffles Spencer's hair. "You aren't getting out of this. This is going to be an everyday thing."

"Every day!" Spencer crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. "I can't do that."

"Yes, you can."

He hunches over. "I can't keep up with you."

Derek lifts Spencer's chin. "I am not asking you to. We'll go at a pace you can manage and work from there. I'm not asking you to become a sprinter or a marathon runner. I am asking you to do your best. Can you do that for Daddy?"

"I'll try," Spencer says grudgingly.

"That's all I ask, Baby Boy." Derek rewards him with a kiss. "I'm going to get changed, then we'll go out to get you some clothes."

"Okay, Daddy."

Derek hands Spencer the leash, leaving his boy with Clooney. He comes back to find Clooney leaning against Spencer's leg looking up at him adoringly. It seems Clooney's as smitten with Spencer as he is. "Let's go."

Spencer is no more excited to shop for jogging and exercise clothing than he was when picking out a swimsuit. "I can't possibly need all of these," he protests at the cart full of clothing.

Smiling, Derek explains easily, "Running isn't all you're going to be doing."

"More?" Spencer squeaks.

"More. You and I are going to train. Our job is dangerous, Baby Boy, and I'm going to make sure you have plenty of training to rely on when trouble comes your way. I have a feeling you're going to be a trouble magnet." Spencer blushes and keeps suspiciously quiet. His boy's time with the BAU thus far has not given Derek confidence. Spencer has a knack for attracting danger and being too reckless for Derek's liking. If Spencer is going to keep safe, and Derek aims to ensure he does, he needs every advantage he can get. "I want you to be safe."

Spencer ducks his head and smiles shyly, looking both surprised and pleased by Derek's care.

Heading toward the checkout, Spencer takes out his wallet.

Derek shakes his head. "Put that away."

"It's clothing for me and I have money," Spencer says stubbornly.

Stopping him with a hand on his arm, Derek says, "I am your daddy."

Spencer's expression scrunches in confusion and a bit of outrage. "You say that as if it's an explanation. I am perfectly able to pay for my purchases."

"Yes, you are. I am not denying you are able. However, as your daddy, it's my job to take care of you."

"Are you saying I can't buy anything myself now?"

Derek soothes his irate boy with his touch. "No, I am not saying that. However, you need these clothes because of me and I will pay for them. Okay?"

Spencer thinks about it. "Okay, Daddy."

My boy isn't used to being taken care of. Saddened, Derek vows to change that. He'll learn he's my special boy and I'll treat him accordingly. He grins to himself. I'm going to spoil Baby Boy rotten. He won't ever have to doubt his daddy loves him.

DaddyDerek*BabyBoy

"You did very well for your first morning, Baby Boy." Despite his reluctance to run, he gave his all. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, Daddy," Spencer says between bites.

"More?" Derek asks with amusement.

Spencer gives a sheepish smile.

Derek smiles back and fills Spencer's plate. If he keeps working as hard as he is and eating like this, he'll be gaining muscle in no time. He is looking forward to the training. Grappling with his boy is going to be fun and educational. But first…

"Come, let's sit on the couch together. I need to talk to you."

Spencer looks back with a worried look. Carefully putting his dishes in the dishwasher, he asks, "A-About what?"

"We need to lay down some rules, Pretty Boy." Derek's pleased most of the worry disappears at the explanation. "You need to know what I expect from you."

"Expect?"

Derek leads Spencer to the couch and sits down facing him. "All boys need rules, did you think you would be different?"

Spencer bristles, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not a little boy; I am an adult."

A bit of petulance leaks into his proclamation and Derek lifts an eyebrow in challenge.

"I don't need rules." The impact of his declaration is diminished by more petulance and Spencer's deliberate avoidance of his eyes.

Derek carefully suppresses his smile. Spencer was bound to test the boundaries and his authority sooner or later; he isn't surprised by any measure at Spencer being resistant to him laying out rules. However, Derek isn't about to fold at the first sign of trouble. Spencer needs him to be a strong, firm daddy. "I beg to differ. You do need rules and you will have them," Derek vows, his tone confident.

Spencer's lips curve down in a frown and a little wrinkle of annoyance forms between his brows. Derek doesn't need to be a profiler to read the frustration and stubbornness flooding through Spencer's tense body. Breaking through it requires finesse, arguing will only make Spencer dig his heels in. His boy is the stubborn sort. "Do you trust me?"

"What?"

As he hoped, the question surprises Spencer. Repeating the question, Derek asks in a deliberate, nonchalant manner, "Do you trust me?"

Like a fish, Spencer's mouth opens and closes. No words emerge.

"Do. You. Trust. Me?" Derek asks in a firm but quiet tone.

Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, Spencer at last finds his tongue. "I-I…" Closing his mouth, he closes his eyes and gathers himself. With a direct stare, Spencer answers, "Yes. Wi—with my life."

"As a fellow agent?"

"Yes."

"As your daddy?"

The confidence dwindles from Spencer like air leaving a balloon. "I-I," he stutters.

Derek presses his finger over Spencer's lips, quieting whatever he was about to say. "You cannot lie to me about this, Spencer. I want to be your daddy. I want it more than I've ever wanted anything else in my life but it has to be your choice. I know you've enjoyed what we've done in our time thus far but being your daddy is much more than sex. It means I take care of you, in all aspects." When Spencer opens his lips to speak, Derek stops him, "Wait. Think about it for a moment before you speak. I know you've said before you want me to be your daddy; however, this is your chance to back out if this isn't something you want and need."

Wide-eyed, Spencer nods.

Gentling his tone, Derek explains, "What I need is to be your daddy, Spencer, but I won't force you into this relationship if it isn't what you want and need as well."

Thinking about it, Spencer is quiet for a few minutes. "Why do I need rules?"

"For your protection."

Spencer tilts his head in confusion.

"Someone has to put your needs and your safety first, Spencer, and that person is never going to be you."

Catching what his words are implying, Spencer goes red with embarrassment.

"My purpose as your daddy is to always put you first."

Spencer picks at his clothes, nervous twitchiness surrounding him like a cloud.

Derek's eyes go soft with compassion. It's likely been a long while since anyone has put Spencer first; he doesn't know how to deal with it. "My rules are to keep you safe and healthy. You forget yourself too often, Spencer." With a gentle touch, Derek lifts his chin. "Say yes. I'll take good care of you."

"I-I don't know how to—I don't know if I can."

The frantic, panicked words stab Derek in the heart. He squeezes his eyes shut at the pain searing through him. Losing Spencer after just finding him would be devastating. No matter how painful, I need to know. Derek needs all of Spencer or none at all. He opens his eyes, promising, "I'll understand whatever you choose." And he will. Despite his happiness resting on how Spencer answers, Derek's focus remains on Spencer's happiness, not his own. "I want you to be happy."

"You mean that," Spencer says, awe in his voice as if he can't believe Derek does.

Unable to resist, Derek moves his thumb over Spencer's cheek and smiles with gentleness. "Of course I do."

Staring back, Spencer admits, sounding baffled, "No one ever puts me first, no one except my mom."

"I do."

"I want to say yes."

"But?" Something is holding him back. "Don't be embarrassed. Look me in the eyes and talk to me."

Anxious but determined, Spencer stops avoiding Derek's keen eyes. "I'm afraid you'll regret this."

"Being your daddy is one thing I know I won't ever regret." No matter what happens, no matter if this is all the time he gets with his boy, Derek is going to treasure every second.

"But what if I can't follow your rules?"

Derek gives a soft chuckle. "You're going to break the rules, Baby Boy. I'd be a fool if I expected anyone, even you, to be perfect all the time. The rules are there as a reminder of what I believe is best for you, to keep you healthy and safe. As your daddy, it's my duty to not only give you the rules but help you follow them, whether that means a reminder or a punishment, I'll do what I need to in order to help you remember the rules."

Spencer looks a little overwhelmed.

"Do you understand why I am giving you rules?"

Nodding, Spencer assures him he does.

"I'm only asking you do your best to follow the rules, Baby Boy. Provided you still want me to be your daddy, of course." Derek doesn't want to put words in Spencer's mouth. Despite being quite able to manipulate Spencer into saying yes, it has to be his decision. Being Spencer's daddy via manipulation makes it meaningless. Derek wants a boy to care for, not a slave.

Spencer doesn't answer right away. Instead, he studies Derek. Whatever he sees makes him contemplative.

Derek bites the inside of his cheek to keep from speaking. A confident glint shines in Spencer's eyes. He's made his decision. The make or break moment.

Spencer's thin chest rises as he sucks in air. "I don't trust easily."

He's known that since the moment he met him. Not bothering to comment, Derek waits for him to continue.

"I've learned not to."

Painfully. Derek curls into fists, picturing a much younger Spencer, pain and sorrow marring his beautiful eyes. He wants to hunt down every person who hurt Spencer and make them pay for every loss of innocence and betrayal.

"Meeting you was different. I thought you'd be like all the others."

It's all too easy to imagine how the other students saw Spencer when he started high school. A tiny, scrawny, brilliant kid, not even in his teens yet. Awkward and desperate to fit in with the other, older students. An easy target. Kids are cruel and Spencer knows that firsthand.

"I didn't want to like you."

"I know." He'd noticed how hard Spencer resisted his offers of camaraderie and friendship since Spencer joined the team.

"I wanted you," Spencer blushes, "from the first time I saw you."

A slow, seductive grin spreads over his lips.

"The way you look, you were the last person I wanted to desire."

Derek sobers, shoving his hands in his pockets to prevent him from reaching out to comfort him.

Spencer looks up, gaze direct. "You're nothing like they were."

The pressure in his chest eases, he never wants to remind Spencer of the people who hurt him. "I wasn't always a jock."

"No?" he asks, curious.

It's easy to look at him now and expect this is the way he has been his whole life. It's wrong though. "I was a short, skinny nerd at one time. Then I hit a growth spurt and started lifting weights. People, my peers, suddenly treated me differently but I never forgot what it felt like to be the short nerd." He'd been picked on, nothing truly traumatizing, but it stuck with him. No matter how popular he became, Derek made sure he never turned into one of the stereotypical jock bullies.

"You were one of the rare jocks, who were nice to everyone, weren't you?"

Derek shrugs. "I tried to be."

"You are a good man, Derek Morgan."

Speechless, he can only stare back.

"I trust you." Spencer lets out an audible sigh, then smiles. "It feels good to admit that."

Derek feels as if fireworks are bursting in his chest. Hearing Spencer trusts him means a great deal to him.

"I'm not saying I won't have doubts but that's on me, not you."

"Baby Boy." He softens with compassion. "Everyone has their issues, there's no shame in it. I know trust is hard for you and I will do my best not to be offended when you doubt me."

A pained smile curls over Spencer's lips. "You deserve better than someone broken."

Shaking his head, Derek retorts, "You aren't broken."

"I'm a two-twenty-year-old man who craves being taken care of! That's not normal." Spencer's laughter is harsh and bitter like strong tea. "I've never been normal for a second in my entire existence."

"Who said you have to be normal? Ain't no such thing as normal, Baby Boy, and anyone who says there is, is a fool."

"But—"

Seeing the flash of shame in Spencer's eyes, Derek shushes him. "Normal doesn't exist." He grips the back of Spencer's neck with a firm but not harsh hand. "You are a good man, Spencer Reid. Despite how others have made you feel, you have nothing to be ashamed of: not who you are nor what you need."

Spencer drops his eyes.

Trying another tactic, Derek asks, "Do you think I'm normal?"

Startled by the question, Spencer's eyes dart up. "Of course."

"If you're not normal, than neither am I. Being some special boy's daddy is what I need to be happy. Maybe it's not a typical lifestyle but why should that matter? I'm not ashamed of needing to care for my very own boy. It doesn't hurt anyone, it's consensual, and it's what makes me happy. The question you have to ask yourself is what is more important: giving yourself what you need or abiding to what other people think is acceptable?"

"Does your family know about your...lifestyle?"

Amused at Spencer's surprise, Derek chuckles. "Yeah, they do." He decided a long time ago, he wasn't going to be one of those people who make themselves a secret life or suppressing what they desire. "You thought I'd hide it from them?"

Mutely, Spencer nods.

"I told you I'm not ashamed of it. I see no reason to hide it." Derek isn't ignorant being unashamed does not always go hand in hand with openness. Connecting with others like him, he learned a good portion of them keep their lifestyle private. Derek does not fault them for their choice, however, he knew hiding who he is from his family wasn't something he was willing to do. Either they would accept him or they wouldn't. Derek had faith their love for him would overcome any misgivings they would have. "Mama took it the best. She understood on a level my sisters didn't. Mama wasn't as surprised by it as I expected, she said she knew I've always had this need inside me to take care of people. She said it made sense that need would translate into the romantic aspects of my life."

Spencer blinks in wonder.

"Can you not imagine sharing who you are with your mom?"

"I share everything with her," he admits in a whisper.

"That's who you are always writing to." Derek had wondered but with Spencer's private nature, he refrained from prying. "I'm glad you're close to her."

Spencer blushes, mumbling something indecipherable.

"What was that?" Spencer mumbles again but all Derek can make out is mama's boy. "Did someone tease you for being a mama's boy?"

Dejected, he nods. "The other recruits."

"Nothing wrong with being a mama's boy, I'm proud to be a mama's boy and you should too."

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Be confident about everything."

Derek lets out a disbelieving laugh. "I'm not."

Spencer shakes his head side to side with force. "Yes, you are! At work, you never show anything but confidence. And with this whole situation," his arms flail wildly, "you don't flinch. You told your family. You are certain about wanting to be m-my daddy, wanting me."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm older than you, Baby Boy; I've had more time to figure things out. All this is new to you. It'll take time to adjust, even for a genius like you, and that is okay. You don't need to be perfect." Derek pulls Spencer into a hug at the sight of tears shining in his eyes. "It's okay to be overwhelmed. You don't have to be strong all the time, you have me." Spencer melts in his arms; Derek's content to hold him until he feels steadier. "It's okay to lean on me."

Spencer lifts his head from his shoulder. Eyes locked with their faces almost touching, he says, "You're sincere, aren't you? About wanting to take care of me?"

Derek's lips twist into a bittersweet smile. It hurts, knowing Spencer has been hurt to the degree he feels compelled to doubt everyone's intentions. "I do."

"It would make you happy?"

Saddened by the question, Derek's shoulders slump. "It's not about me, Spencer," he says, sadness in his voice. "It's about you and what you want. You cannot do this for me."

"But you'll be sad if I say no."

"Yes." He can't deny he would be. "But it would destroy me if I found out you lied to me when you said you wanted me to be your daddy." The lie would taint their whole relationship, Derek doubts they'd be able to get past it. "I need you to be truthful."

Spencer rubs the fabric of his sleeve between his fingers, his eyes darting to the floor. "What if I say yes now, then decide later on it isn't what I want?"

"It's a risk I'm willing to take to have a chance to be your daddy."

"You wouldn't be mad at me?"

"Hey," Derek tips Spencer's face up. The fear on his face makes his heart ache. "Never. I'd never be mad about that. Sad? Damn right, I would be. But I promise, I will never be mad at you for being truthful with me about having a daddy not being what you want or need. I just want you to be happy, even if that isn't with me."

Spencer nods in short jerks.

"Do you need some time to think about everything?" Derek knows Spencer's had to take in a lot. "If you need some time and some space, I understand."

"I don't want to leave," Spencer protests, his voice weak with fear.

All he wants to do is scoop Spencer up and cuddle him until his fears disappear. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I know I don't want you to go." Sensing he needs time, Derek offers, "Why don't I take Clooney for a jog? Give you some time alone to think."

"You'll be back?"

Derek smooths the hair away from Spencer's face. He could joke it's his house, where would he go but Spencer looks too vulnerable. "I promise." Derek calls Clooney's name and tells him to go get the leash. Clooney hurries back, the leash in his mouth. "Good boy." Derek kisses Spencer slow and tender. "I'll be back soon."

"Okay."

He snaps the leash on. Closing his eyes for a brief second, Derek reminds himself, he needs to choose. He takes a breath and walks out of the house with Clooney by his side.

DaddyDerek*BabyBoy

The fresh air does nothing to distract his mind from worrying. A high pitched whine drags him out of his thoughts. The familiar coarse hair under his fingertips is like a soothing balm. "Sorry, boy." His thoughts are centered around what Spencer is going to say when he returns. What if he says he doesn't want me? I've never been drawn to anyone the way I am to him.

Finding partners has never been hard for him. While he at one time was happy to take advantage of that ease, Derek long ago grew tired of meaningless sex. He's ready for something real and he wants it with Spencer.

Needing to talk to someone, Derek pulls out his phone and dials.

"Hello, sir."

The quiet Scottish brogue brings a smile to his face. "Hello, Leo. Is your daddy around?"

"Daddy's in the garage."

"Of course, he is." Mack is a mechanic and a damn good one. He'd live in the garage if it wasn't for Leo. "Would he mind you interrupting him?" Derek does not want to step on Mack's toes if he had directed Leo not to disturb him.

"No, sir."

Mack is a lucky man to have a sweet boy like Leo. Will he think the same of me and Spencer someday? Derek swallows around the lump in throat, god, I hope so.

"Phone for you, Daddy. It's Derek."

In a deep voice, Mack says, "Thank you, Leopold." Mack's growly tone starkly contrasts Leo's soft, smooth brogue.

Hearing a stifled moan, Derek smiles as he easily imagines Leo melting into Mack's kiss.

"Go on inside, Little Lion. I'll be in once I'm done talking to Derek."

"Yes, Daddy." Leo calls out, "Bye, sir."

"Goodbye, Leo."

His boy gone, Mack greets, "Hey, Derek."

"Mack," Derek says, a tinge of amusement bleeding into his tone. "Sorry to interrupt your work." And time with Leo.

"Don't worry about it. Just tinkering. What's up?"

His head too filled with worry, he loses his filter and blurts out, "I had sex with Spencer." Derek slaps his forehead. Real smooth.

Mack chuckles but keeps his teasing comments to himself. "You finally made your move."

"Yeah." Lost in his memories of Spencer, Derek falls silent.

"How is the seduction of Dr. Reid going?" Mack prompts.

Derek clears his throat. "The seduction isn't the problem."

"It never is. Getting Leopold naked was the easy part. Earning his trust? That was hard. From what you've told me of Dr. Reid, he's a lot like my boy."

"Yeah, he is." Sweet, innocent genius boys with absent fathers and trust issues. Both need a daddy to take care of them. At least I hope so...

Mack hums. "It wasn't all smooth sailing for Leopold and me either. Life ain't a fairytale, man, rescuing the prince and living happily ever after ain't as easy as they make it out to be. Life is complicated and messy."

"I know."

"Do you?" Mack challenges. "If your eyes are covered by rose-colored glasses, you need to rip them off and step into reality. Dr. Reid isn't going to jump into your arms and start calling you daddy and everything is going to be perfect. He's going to fight you and your rules; it's what boys do. It going to get worse before it gets better."

"I know, Mack," Derek says, halting Mack's anxious venting.

Sighing, he explains, "I don't want you to get hurt."

"I know and I appreciate it. I want Spencer and me to have the kind of relationship you have with Leo but it will take time." Provided he gives us a chance. "I expect him to buck against my authority, to break the rules. I know he will, Spencer's stubborn and has been independent for too long. But he's worth it."

"Where is Dr. Reid now?"

"He's at my house making his decision on whether he wants me to be his daddy or not."

"If he needs a daddy as much as you said he does, he'd have to be a fool to say no."

"Thanks, Mack." It doesn't hurt to hear, although it doesn't alleviate his worries. "He reacted to me the way I hoped, you know," Derek says with absentmindedness. "Such a wonderfully needy boy."

"Irresistible, aren't they?" Mack says with shared amusement.

"Yeah." Having seen it first hand, Derek knows Leo is a very needy boy. The first time he discovered the shy, quiet Scottish boy is an exhibitionist, his jaw nearly dropped to the floor in shock. Derek does not regret saying yes when Mack asked him to participate.

"What led to him doubting it's what he wants?"

Derek sighs, rubbing a weary hand over his face. "I started talking about rules and he balked."

"Ah. It got real."

"Yeah." Calling him daddy during sex is one thing, it's easy to pretend it is only for fun. The introduction of rules makes it real. It's where most fakers and newbies balk because rules make it cross over from playing to a lifestyle. Accepting the rules means making a commitment. "I hope he's ready."

"What if he isn't?"

"Simple. I'll wait."

"What if he's never going to be ready? You can't spend your life waiting for someone who won't ever be yours in the way you need."

"He'll be ready," Derek barks back.

"Derek, I'm only—"

"I know." Derek bites his tongue until coppery blood floods his mouth. Getting angry at Mack for trying to keep his feet on the ground is futile.

"You're a great daddy, Derek. If Spencer says no, he's missing out."

"That doesn't make me feel any better, man."

"Yeah, I guess I'm not."

Unable to keep the desperation out of his voice, Derek says, "I want him so much, Mack. He's everything I want and need."

"I know, Derek."

He remembers how Mack looks at Leo sometimes, with love and gratitude in his eyes. People look at relationships like theirs and think it's all about what the boy needs. They can't comprehend a daddy has as much need as a boy does, it just manifests differently. Mack needs his little lion as much as Leo needs Mack. Each fulfills the other's needs; Derek wants that with Spencer. If Spencer says no… Derek shudders. "He's already burrowed himself into my heart." Thinking of Spencer, Derek smiles despite his anxiety. "I can't imagine another boy taking his place." He'd wait forever if it meant Spencer would come to him willingly.

"I get it. Once I saw Leopold, no one could compare. He's been it for me since the moment I saw him."

Derek completely understands. Seeing Spencer for the first time was like being struck by lightning. Shocking. Intense. Painful. I never saw him coming.

"Have faith, Derek. He needs you as much as you need him."

His need for Spencer is overwhelming, at times he feels as if he's only barely keeping his head above water. "I doubt it. I don't want to lose him, Mack."

"I know, man, I know."

"If he says no, I'm going to have to let him go. His happiness is more important than my own."

"I know exactly what you mean."

Derek closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. This is what I needed. To talk to someone who understands. Breathing in the scent of exhaust, grass, and flowers, he centers himself. "Thank you, Mack. For listening. I needed it."

"Anytime, Derek. I'm happy to return the favor; sometimes, you need to talk to another daddy."

"Yeah." Connecting with Mack, and with Leo, has been great. He can't wait for Spencer to meet them. Don't get ahead of yourself, Derek. Spencer might say no. Derek shakes his head. Possibility or not, it isn't something he is willing to think about. "I better get back. It's best not to give Spencer too much time to think."

With fondness, Mack agrees, "True. Walking the line between giving a genius enough time to think but not enough to get stuck inside his genius head is a delicate balancing act."

"One you have much practice at."

"Yeah, you'll have plenty of opportunities to hone your own skill at it."

Derek's smile is bittersweet. "I hope so."

"Go, Derek. Get your boy."

My boy. The words echo in his head, making his heart swell with pride. For now, Spencer is his. Hopefully, he'll always be mine. "I will. Later, Mack."

"Later, Derek. Call me if you need to talk, anytime."

"Thanks, I will."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Derek hangs up and put his phone away. The worry remains but he feels a bit better. "Come on, Clooney. Let's go home."

DaddyDerek*BabyBoy

Derek pauses at the front door, taking a moment to breathe and gather his courage. Whatever his decision, Spencer will likely be nervous. Derek appearing confident, at least outwardly, can't hurt.

Entering the house, he unclips Clooney's leash and tucks it back in its place. He pets Clooney, the coarse fur giving him comfort. "Time to do this, Clooney," Derek whispers. "No more stalling."

Derek straightens his spine and walks toward the living room. His gait hitches imperceptibly at the sight of Spencer sitting on the couch. Spencer's nerves bleed through. Needing to reassure him, Derek gives a small smile. "We're back."

"W-Welcome back," Spencer stutters in greeting, his long nimble fingers picking at his clothes.

Needing to be close to Spencer even if he can't crush the boy against him and hold him until he relaxes, Derek moves over to the couch and sits down. Taking Spencer's hand in his, Derek is struck by the soft and rough. The baby soft skin on the top and the calluses from voracious reading underneath. He brings the callused fingertips up to his lips and kisses them. Spencer's eyes go wide in surprise. Derek kisses every fingertip; by the end, Spencer is more focused on his lips than his nerves.

"Have you made a decision?"

Spencer jerks out of his daze as if he has been doused with cold water. "I…"

"If you need more time…"

"No!" He takes a breath, then denies more calmly, "No. I don't need more time."

With a patience he doesn't feel, Derek waits for Spencer to speak.

"I want…" Spencer glances away as if ashamed.

"Whatever you want," Derek reassures, "I'll accept." Spencer ducks his head down toward his chest and mumbles something Derek has no hope of deciphering. With tender care, he lifts Spencer's head by the chin. "I couldn't understand what you said."

"I want you."

Derek's heart surges in his chest, then it sinks. "Want me how?"

"I want—will you—I—" Flustered, Spencer cuts off to take a breath. "Will you be my daddy?"

The shy question is music to his ears. Derek crushes Spencer against him. "Yes, yes!" Tears in his eyes, he has never been happier. "Thank you, Baby Boy. Thank you, thank you!" Derek peppers Spencer's face with kisses. He pulls him into his lap, snuggling him close. It feels like an eternity since he last had Spencer in his arms.

For a long while, they say nothing. All they need is time to reaffirm their bond. Feeling Spencer limp and relaxed in his arms, Derek knows he can't put the conversation off any longer.

Burying his fingers in Spencer's hair, he kisses the top of his head. "I am honored to be your daddy, Baby Boy."

Spencer keeps silent but tightens his hold on Derek, the only indication he hears.

Derek brushes back the hair hiding Spencer's face from view. "You know what we have to talk about now, don't you?"

Without saying a word, Spencer nods.

"I don't expect your transition from full independence to being bound by my rules to be easy or smooth. Don't beat yourself up if you make a mistake. Most importantly, do not be afraid to come to me and confess what you've done." Derek brushes his thumb over Spencer's cheekbone. "Our relationship is about trust and honesty, as well as love and care. I don't want you to break the rules, Baby Boy, but it will happen. However, I want you to understand something. If I find out you deliberately broke the rules and then tried to hide it from me, I will be displeased."

Adam's apple bobbing, Spencer says, "I understand."

"Good." Derek tips his head back and rewards him with a light kiss. "Are you ready to discuss the rules?"

Spencer offers a meek yes.

"Some of the rules I've touched on before. Exercise." Derek gives Spencer a sharp, warning look. Spencer closes his mouth, swallowing any protests. "It will be a consistent part of your life from now on. It is not negotiable."

A plump pink lip juts out in a pout. Spencer is resistant to adding daily exercise to his life, however, he doesn't protest verbally. Derek will not budge on the exercise rule. Unhappy but resigned, Spencer gives a tiny nod.

"Every morning we are home, we will take Clooney out for exercise. I am more than willing to be flexible on the type of exercise. If you'd rather swim or bike than run, that is fine with me. The important thing is we all get out to do something physical. Your mind is no longer the only muscle you need to work on. Exercise during cases is adaptable; we won't always be able to sneak in exercise but when we can, we will." Before Spencer can get too excited, Derek adds, "I will decide." If he left it up to Spencer, they'd never exercise during a case.

"Yes, Daddy."

Derek chooses to ignore the grumpiness in Spencer's tone and focus on his acceptance instead. "The next issue is food and drink."

Disgruntled resignation turns into fearful pleading. Spencer's caramel eyes beg him for mercy but Derek isn't any more willing to bend on the food rule than he was for the exercise one.

Ignoring the puppy dog eyes, Derek warns, "You will start eating a healthy diet. No boy of mine is living off of junk food, take out, and coffee."

"But Daddy—"

With a sharp gesture, Derek silences Spencer's protests. "No." Spencer's eating and drinking habits are abhorrent and Derek will not, cannot, allow his poor diet to continue to wreak havoc on his body. "This is not a discussion or a negotiation. Your health is my priority. Sugar and coffee are not the basis for an acceptable diet, especially for a boy under my care."

Chin wobbling, Spencer whispers fearfully, "No more sweets?"

Hating to see his boy unhappy, Derek guides Spencer astride his lap. Face to face, he cups his cheek and rests his forehead against Spencer's. "I'm not saying none. Just...moderation. One dessert per day, of moderate size. That's not so much for Daddy to ask of his boy, is it?"

"I guess not."

The doubtful tone contradicts his answer but Derek expects no less from a boy who's lived on sugar for far too long. It isn't going to be easy for Spencer to change his diet. He's going to be craving sweets, resisting the temptation is going to a trial.

"As I said before, your coffee consumption will be weaned down. For now, you are allowed sixteen ounces per day. No more than that." Spencer's horrified reaction is not unexpected. He sucks down coffee like it's water and the restriction is a significant decrease from his normal consumption. But Derek cannot in good conscious allow Spencer to continue drinking several pots of coffee per day. "Daddy is being exceptionally generous in allowing you sixteen ounces to spread out over the course of a day." For now, at least. He sees no reason to overwhelm Spencer by telling him the sixteen ounces will be reduced to eight. His boy is struggling to accept sixteen, eight would seem impossible to him.

"What about extenuating circumstances?"

Amused by Spencer's wheedling, Derek decides to play along. "Such as?"

"Long cases? I need to be mentally sharp when we have to work late on a case."

The pride in Spencer's voice has a smile tugging at his lips, his boy thinks he's outwitted him. "One extra cup," before Spencer can get excited, Derek adds, "only if I give my permission and if I was you, I would not count on that permission being given often." Giving an intelligent boy like Spencer an inch and he'll use his genius brain to find the weak spot and exploit it. Staying ahead of Spencer is going to be a challenge, one Derek relishes.

Spencer bites his bottom lip to prevent it from pouting out. He'd hoped he could convince Derek to allow him more coffee on a regular basis. Cases involving long days are not rare in their line of work. If he can't count on extra coffee to help him through those long days, Spencer will have to learn to ration his coffee ruthlessly.

"Speaking of long cases, there's something else."

Still trying not to pout about his coffee restriction, Spencer wonders what is next.

"I've noticed something troubling."

Confused, Spencer wrinkles his brow. "What?"

"When you get caught up in a case, you forget to eat with frightening frequency." Being Spencer's Daddy, he, at last, has the power and authority to address Spencer's troubling habit.

Spencer shrugs, not seeing the big deal.

That's why he needs me; Spencer doesn't understand why missing meals is an issue. "You may not believe skipping a few meals here and there is a problem but I disagree. You need to keep your brain and body functioning in tip-top form and that means fueling them with food." Sensing Spencer still is not understanding why skipping meals concerns him, Derek explains further, "There are times the difference between life and death is a split second reaction. I am not willing to let you risk your life because you think eating is unimportant."

Comprehension floods into Spencer's wide eyes.

"Skipping meals will no longer happen." His tone makes it clear he'll tolerate no argument. Their job is dangerous and even the best, most prepared agents can be taken out. Derek intends to stack the deck in Spencer's favor in every manner he is able.

Spencer nods in agreement with a somberness Derek appreciates.

"Every time I catch you skipping a meal will mean a punishment." Derek knows Spencer will forget to eat, which is why he is determined to follow through with punishment. His boy needs an incentive not to forget.

Nibbling on his lip nervously, Spencer looks away. "When you say punishment, what does that mean?"

Derek can't answer with Spencer avoiding his eyes. He takes his chin in hand and compels his boy to look at him. "It means I will decide on a punishment fitting your crime."

"L-Like what?"

Derek's eyes hold a devious glint. "Do you enjoy physical pleasure?"

Going pink, no doubt remembering all he's experienced with Derek, Spencer admits with a whisper, "Yes."

"That pleasure? It belongs to me, Baby Boy." Derek grins as understanding comes into Spencer's eyes. "That's right. I meant it when I said your pleasure belongs to me. You do not orgasm without my permission and trust me, I am not above refusing you." The dread on Spencer's face makes him smile. My boy's already addicted to Daddy's pleasure. Smile turning feral, Derek promises, "You'll beg me to let you cum but bad little boys don't get rewarded. You don't want that now, do you, Baby Boy?"

Wide-eyed, Spencer shakes his head fervently. "No, Daddy."

"Be Daddy's good boy and follow my rules and you won't need to experience it." While Derek will get pleasure from refusing Spencer, he does not anticipate it. His boy will have to be very naughty to deserve being denied and Derek worries about what that will be. His boy means well but he draws trouble. For such an intelligent man, Spencer can act without thinking about the consequences. Derek is going to do his best to curb this recklessness. It's not going to be easy.

"I'll try."

Smiling with a touch of weariness, Derek affirms, "I know you will." And he will but Spencer has the mindset of a selfless martyr. He thinks others are more important than himself. "I want you to remember how precious you are to me."

Spencer cocks his head like a confused puppy.

"The last thing I want is for you to be hurt. You are my special boy; I need you to be safe. I admire how selfless you can be but your tendency toward being selflessly reckless? That needs to stop," Derek declares. "I need you to use that big brain of yours and think before you act. I need you to stop risking yourself unnecessarily. I need you, Baby Boy, alive and happy in my arms where you belong." His heart aches at the thought of losing his boy. Spencer is special and he is never going to find another boy like him. Derek will do everything he can to protect Spencer. "Promise me. This is my most important rule. I need you to mean it."

Spencer holds Derek's gaze for a long moment, taking in the seriousness of the order. Then answers, "I promise."

The earnest promise is reassuring. "Thank you, Baby Boy." This leads him right to his next rule. "Your safety is of the utmost importance to me." Spencer's blush makes his chest go warm. His special boy is the center of his world now and Derek's going to make sure he knows that. "Which is why we'll be training. Guns, weapons, martial arts, self-defense, anything and everything I can think of to give you an advantage."

Less than enthusiastic at the prospect of additional training, Spencer fights a sulk. Derek does his best to restrain a smile at how adorable his boy looks fighting the urge to pout.

Finally, Spencer consents with marked resignation, "Okay, Daddy."

"Thank you, Baby Boy. That means a lot to me." Derek brushes Spencer's long hair away from "You've made me very happy."

He isn't naive; he knows going from being completely independent since he was a child to following someone else's rules will not be a smooth or easy transition. Despite how much he needs the structure of having a daddy, Spencer resisting and bucking his authority is inevitable. With time, Derek has faith Spencer will embrace and find happiness in having rules and guidelines set to protect and care for him.

Cradling Spencer's face in his hands, Derek reassures, "I don't expect you to be perfect; I know you'll make mistakes. However, I will always be there to help you."

"H-How?"

Derek lifts a brow, challenging Spencer to figure it out without saying a word.

Timid, Spencer asks with a squeak, "With punishments?"

"Are you scared to be punished?"

With absentmindedness, Spencer picks at Derek's shirt. "Yes."

"Didn't your parents ever punish you?" Spencer rolls his shoulders in an awkward manner, appearing less than comfortable with the question. Not wanting to push, Derek promises, "You don't have to answer if you're not ready to talk about it."

Spencer lifts a shoulder as if what he's going to say doesn't matter. "My father left when I was young. He couldn't handle dealing with her illness, I guess. Mom did her best but she was struggling to keep herself together."

Derek hugs him tight, rubbing his back soothingly. "You raised yourself while taking care of your mom as best you could."

Spencer instinctively moves closer into Derek's warmth and nods against his shoulder.

"You're amazing, Spencer, and I couldn't be more proud to be your daddy."

"Really?" he mumbles, disbelief in his voice.

"Really, Baby Boy. I'm honored you've entrusted me to take care of you. I am going to give you every bit of love and care I have." Spencer squeezes him tighter at the promise and Derek holds him close, telling him without words he's always going to be there for him.

He gives Spencer all the time he needs, letting his desperation turn into relaxation naturally. Spencer wriggles a bit, making himself comfortable on Derek's lap. Derek wouldn't be human if he didn't start getting hard from having his boy wiggle around in his lap. The moment Spencer feels his growing hardness, he goes red and tries to scramble off his lap. Derek laughs and keeps him in place. "Where do you think you're going, Baby Boy?"

Spencer struggles, trying to get away. "Let me up."

"Why should I do that? I love having my special boy on my lap."

"But Daddy—you're," Spencer blushes furiously, "you know."

Amused by Spencer's inability to say the words, Derek says plainly, "I believe the word you are searching for is hard."

Spencer ducks his head shyly. "Aren't you...you know...uncomfortable?"

Chuckling, Derek responds, "Because I'm hard?" Spencer nods. He slowly grinds his erection against Spencer's bottom. "I'd take the uncomfortableness of my cock stuck in too tight pants any day if I have you on my lap. I love feeling your plump cheeks cradling my cock." Enjoying his boy sputtering, he smiles. Derek pets his side soothingly. "I know this is new to you but there's no need to be shy with me. If you're uncomfortable, if you want to stop, I will. But if you want more…" he lets his voice trail off. Spencer has the power to decide what comes next.

Spencer inhales deeply, letting the air out slowly after a few seconds. Then he moves his butt tentatively.

Derek grins. "That's good, Baby Boy." He grips his hips and helps Spencer grind onto his lap.

A moan slips from Spencer's lips, the back of his neck flushing red at the sound. Yet, his embarrassment doesn't stop him from moving.

Wanting to take it to the next level, Derek halts Spencer by holding his hips still. Spencer whines and tries to wriggle, wanting to tempt Derek into letting him continue but Derek holds firm.

Frustrated, Spencer begs, "Please, Daddy! I need you."

"I know, Baby Boy. I know an even better way to make you feel good. Do you want that?"

"Yes, Daddy, please!"

Derek can feel how hard Spencer is and guides him onto his feet, then stands up. Kissing Spencer until his nerves settle. He grabs the hem of Spencer's shirt and tugs it up. Spencer instinctively tries to stop him. "Don't be embarrassed about your body, I love every inch of you." Seeing his words aren't reassurance enough, he suggests, "How about you can undress me if I can undress you. Would that help? You can go first."

Thinking for a moment, Spencer nods.

"Okay, Baby Boy. Have at it," Derek says, spreading his arms wide as an invitation. He doesn't comment as Spencer's eyes dart over his body and then away. His boy's shyness is adorable. Derek stays completely still, not rushing Spencer into action but allowing him to move at his own pace.

Gathering his courage, Spencer reaches out with stuttering movements. He exhales audibly as his hands touch Derek's chest. Spencer chances a glance, searching for any signs of disapproval. Finding none, he shyly spreads his fingers to trace over Derek's muscles.

Derek holds back a groan at his boy's innocent exploration. Spencer looks like a single loud noise could send him scuttling back into his shell. His pants are feeling tighter by the second and Spencer hasn't started undressing him yet. He closes his eyes and concentrates his remaining senses on Spencer and his touch. Derek breathes Spencer's unique scent deep into his lungs. Damn, does he smell good. Will he smell different when I'm finally buried inside him?

Lost in his thoughts, it takes him a moment to realize Spencer's hands have disappeared. Derek opens his eyes slowly. Spencer's teeth are worrying his lip, a sure sign he's nervous. Watching him think, Derek wonders, should I say something? Before he can decide, Spencer reaches out with trembling fingers and grasps the hem of his shirt. Look at him stare at me. Derek savors the sight of Spencer's eyes sharpening in interest at the skin being revealed. He obediently lifts his arms and Spencer carelessly tosses his shirt aside.

"Oh," Spencer gasps. Eyes wide, he reaches out to touch. The instant he makes contact with naked skin, Spencer releases a shuddering breath. His shyness disappears, innocent curiosity taking its place and his long, graceful fingers begin to explore Derek's exposed skin in earnest.

Liking the more bold touch, he releases a soft moan.

Startled, Spencer looks up as if he'd forgotten about him.

"Feels good, Baby Boy."

"Yeah?"

Derek rests his hands on Spencer's hips and draws him closer. "Yeah." He smiles. "You can touch me all you want." Spencer's pleasure at the blanketed permission is beautiful. "What next, Baby Boy? Do you want me to remove your shirt or do you want to keep stripping me? Whatever you want."

"Maybe I could keep going?" Spencer asks uncertainly.

Giving him a quick peck, Derek says, "Whatever you want." Spencer seems to be a bit intimidated as he stares down at the bulge in Derek's pants. Derek tries to soothe his nervousness by stroking his thumbs over the skin above Spencer's hip bones.

Taking a deep breath, Spencer rests his fingers on the waistband of Derek's pants. Then he fumbles with the button for a few seconds before getting it open. The sound of the zipper dragging down seems deafeningly loud in the quiet room. Spencer stares at him hungrily and damn, Derek's breath hitches in his chest at the arousing sight. His boy looks like he wants to free his cock and swallow it whole, which makes his cock twitch hopefully.

"God, Pretty Boy, you see what you do to me," Derek groans.

Eyes not leaving Derek's erection, Spencer asks breathlessly, "I did that to you?"

"Damn right, you did. You make me so hot."

Spencer's smile is a mix of emotion: mostly pride with a tinge of surprise and simmering underneath is happiness.

Derek watches Spencer as he works his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Spencer stares, blushing but intent, at his revealed cock and damn if it doesn't get Derek harder. His boy gracefully sinks to his knees in front of him. Long fingers glide over his thighs, stopping to rest on his hips. Spencer looks up at him for reassurance; Derek smiles and brushes the hair away from his forehead. "Whatever you want."

"Anything?" Spencer asks shyly.

"Quench your curiosity, Baby Boy. Explore me," Derek invites. If his boy wants to explore his body, Derek isn't going to say no. Spencer's long, nimble fingers immediately move to his ass with an eagerness that makes Derek smile. "Been thinking about my ass in your hands, have you?"

Pink rises over Spencer's cheeks.

Laughing, Derek admits, "I've been staring at your ass since the day you got here, Baby Boy. And I definitely have been thinking of having my hands on it."

Spencer squeezes lightly, too curious and eager to let his shyness restrict him. "Me too," Spencer says quietly.

"Really?"

Standing, Spencer moves to stand behind Derek. He releases his breath in a hiss as he explores Derek's back. Distracted, Spencer answers with an approving hum. He traces his shoulder blades, then his thumb glides down his spine. Spencer widens his hands and strokes over the defined muscles. His touch moves from his back around his sides to rest on Derek's abs, Spencer pressing full-body against him.

Derek can feel his erection and he groans in encouragement. Spencer explores his chest and stomach.

"You were wearing black jeans the first day I met you," Spencer murmurs against his back as his fingers move down to rest on Derek's hips.

"Was I?" Derek asks. He reaches behind him and grabs Spencer's ass.

Spencer arches at the touch. "Y-Yes." Unconsciously, he grinds his hips against Derek's ass. "Tight ones. I dreamt of you that night."

Derek turns, pulling Spencer intimately close to him. "Tell me what you dreamed about."

Another blush forms on Spencer's pale cheeks, even as his eager fingers are drawn once again to Derek's ass.

"Tell me," Derek demands.

"You, um, found me in the break room and cornered me. You trapped me against the counter."

"Did dream Spencer like that?" Derek asks between teasing kisses.

"Y-Yes."

Moving to nibbling on Spencer's neck, Derek prompts, "What happened next?"

"You said you noticed me watching you. I tried to deny it but you ignored my stuttering excuse and kissed me instead and kept on kissing me until I stopped trying to protest."

Taking advantage of Spencer's distraction, Derek starts unbuttoning his shirt. "What did I do next?"

Shirt removed, Spencer shivers at the cold air hitting his bare skin. He gives a shuddering breath when Derek's warm hands begin to explore. "You lifted me onto the counter. You spread my legs, moved between them, and kissed me until I was breathless. I…" Derek working on his pants distracts Spencer from his thoughts.

"You, what?"

Spencer gulps. "I grabbed your ass; it felt so good in my dream."

Chuckling, Derek asks, "How does it compare to real life?"

Squeezing, he admits, "Real life is infinitely better."

Derek finishes stripping his boy bare, helping him step out of his pants and boxers. Then kicks away his own. They share kisses until Spencer forgets about being shy about his nudity.

"Gonna lay down for me?"

Spencer glances down at the couch, then back to Derek. "O-Okay, Daddy."

Admiring the delectable sight of Spencer sprawled out on the couch. Gorgeously naked and aroused. And mine. Derek grins ferally at the thought. Before Spencer can get too self-conscious, Derek quickly grabs some lube he stashed and eases down on top of him. "Am I too heavy?"

"No, Daddy. Feels good."

Spencer grabs his ass again, making Derek's eyes crinkle with laughter. "Is this going to be a thing, Baby Boy?"

"Maybe," Spencer admits softly. "Is—is that okay?"

"More than okay. I enjoy having your hands on my ass." Derek can't help but imagine fucking Spencer and his boy holding onto his ass for dear life. "My body is yours to touch." Derek flicks open the lube cap and drizzles it on Spencer's stomach. Coating his hand, he gets his boy's cock nice and slick, then does the same to his own. Derek rocks forward, the lube easing the slide.

"Daddy," Spencer moans, his hands instinctively pull Derek closer.

Deliberately setting an easy rhythm to not overwhelm Spencer with new sensations, Derek shows him how much pleasure can be given from frottage.

Spencer arches into Derek, a desperate sound spilling from his lips. "More, Daddy. Please!"

"How can I resist my boy's beautifully needy begging?" Derek doesn't wait for an answer. He manipulates Spencer leg up to hook over his shoulder and plants his foot on the floor to give him better leverage. The first hard thrust has Spencer throwing back his head.

Lost in pleasure, Spencer mindlessly chants, "Daddy," in the most delicious way.

Sensing his boy is close, he steals a messy, uncoordinated kiss. He rocks hard into Spencer, driving him closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for Daddy," Derek growls.

Spencer's fingers bite into Derek's skin, his cock exploding between them.

Derek's eyes devour the blissful, fucked-out expression on Spencer's face. He moves against him, letting the cum slick his way. Spencer opens his eyes and the lazy satisfaction in those beautifully innocent eyes tips Derek over the edge.

Resting his forehead on Spencer's shoulder, Derek waits for his heart to slow. "We better shower. Clean up the mess we've made." He kisses Spencer, then drags himself off him. Feeling a twinge, he twists to glance at his ass. "You marked me up good, Baby Boy."

Spencer hides his head under his arm and mumbles, "Sorry."

"I'm not complaining." Derek grins. "Besides, it's about time I marked you as mine, Baby Boy." Way past time. Derek's going to have lots of fun with it. "Stay here a moment." He finds his phone and turns it on Spencer. Unaware of the camera pointed in his direction, he's relaxed and comfortable. His limp cock rests on his stomach, covered in cum from them both. Beautiful. Derek carefully frames his gorgeous boy and snaps a picture.

Spencer hears the sound and his head jerks up.

Derek takes another shot, the innocent shock on his face makes his nudity and the evidence of their lovemaking more arousing. "Beautiful."

"Daddy!" Spencer blushes and covers himself.

He shows Spencer the picture. "Look at yourself. Do you see how gorgeous you are?" Spencer stares at himself in the photograph.

"I'll delete it if you want me to."

Spencer searches Derek's face critically. "This is your...thing."

Grinning, Derek catches what his boy means. "Like your thing for my ass? Yeah, it is." He can't help looking at the picture again. "I definitely have a thing for pictures of you covered in my cum, Baby Boy."

"Okay, Daddy. You can keep it," Spencer says. "But don't show them to anyone."

Derek snorts. "As if I'd let anyone see how arousing my Baby Boy is with his innocence sullied. These are for me." All for me. Derek flicks over and admires the photograph he took earlier of Spencer's face covered in his cum. Definitely all for me.

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I would have had this out earlier but I decided I needed to rewrite one scene. Nearly 5k words later...well, I finished the 'little' rewrite.