Spencer Reid

"Are you ready for a weekend filled with food and absolutely nothing?" Derek grinned as he jumped onto the couch next to me.

"Yes," I nodded eagerly. The week had gone by fairly relaxed without a case and so we were spending the entire weekend together at his apartment.

"Come here," Morgan opened his arms and I leaned into them without a second thought. Normally, I didn't really like to be touched or held or anything of that sort. But with Derek? It's like I craved his touch, I needed it. I couldn't go a longer than a few hours without some form of physical contact from him, even if it was as small as a brush of his arm against my own.

"Which one are we watching first?" I asked.

"Hocus Pocus?" he looked down at me.

"Yes," I nodded, smiling. Derek pressed play and brought me closer to his side and I snuggled my head onto his firm but comfortable chest.

Halfway through the movie, I couldn't keep from smiling. It took almost everything to keep the tears from streaming down on my face. I just couldn't help from thinking about how I had never been happier in my life. I was in the arms of someone who cared about me and we were watching a silly Halloween movie even though we were in the middle of November all because I liked it. I hadn't ever been so happy. A sniffle unwillingly escaped and I gulped, hoping Derek hadn't noticed it.

"Baby boy? What's wrong?" Derek immediately pulled me away from him to look down at me and I almost instantly, like a magnet, attached back towards him not wanting him to see how stupid and sensitive I was acting and I didn't want him to stop holding me.

"Nothing," I denied, looking back at the screen.

"Sweetheart, talk to me. I know something is up," he tried pushing me away again to look at me but I held onto him with a steel grip, afraid he was just a fissure of my imagination and he would disappear the minute I let go. "Spencer what's-"

"Just hold me, please? Really tightly," I murmured into his chest as I tightened my hold. I felt his grip become stronger and I sniffed his shirt lightly. Derek Morgan. Just the thought of his name made my stomach erupt in butterflies.

"Baby talk to me, you're scaring me a little," Derek pressed kisses to the top of my head.

"It's just," I pulled away slightly, just enough so we could be face to face. "I haven't ever been this happy, Derek. I know it might sound stupid but to me, even something like this, it means a lot to me. I never had anyone care for me the way you do. This makes me so happy. You make me so happy," I admitted, maintaining eye contact until I finished and I averted my gaze.

"Spencer, look at me," Derek's hands cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. "I don't think it's stupid. It makes me happy that I can make you happy. You're my entire world baby, I would get you a star if you wanted one even its physiologically impossible because they're just balls of gas that would implode in the atmosphere if you brought it down-" we both chuckled softly at the memory of the previous conversation, a single tear strolling down my face. "No tears baby," he wiped it away with his thumb.

"I just, I never thought I'd find someone like you," I sniffled "I don't ever want to lose you and I'm just so used to people leaving, I'm scared."

"Sweetheart," Derek brushed stray hairs out of my face, running his fingers along my hairline until he cupped my jaw once more. "You're the best that's ever happened to me. I would never ever leave you or do anything to make you leave me either. You've become a part of me, baby boy. You hold everything I stand for, you hold my heart baby doll. I love you, Spencer. So, so much and I promise I'll never leave you," my eyes widened and tears streamed non-stop down my face.

"I love you too, so much it's impossible for me to explain," I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I love you," I repeated as my hands came to caress his face.

"You'll always be my Pretty Boy, you know that? I wouldn't trade you for anything," he pressed a kiss to my temple.

"Even that hockey card you've never been able to collect because they stopped making it?" I perked a brow. He laughed loudly, shaking his head.

"Even that card, baby. You're completely one of a kind, better than some stupid little card," he slipped his arms around my waist, tugging me onto his lap. "Let me show you just how much you mean to me, baby boy," he whispered into my ear hotly. I shuddered, electricity sparking down my body all the way to the ends of my toes. I nodded mutely, not trusting my voice.

He pulled away from my ear and pressed his lips to mine. Our lips moved slowly and passionately like they had never moved before. It was gentle, it wasn't anything sloppy, no tongue, no tricks, just sweet kissing. When we couldn't breathe any longer, we pulled away. We breathed for a few seconds before locking lips again, this time more aggressively, hotter and messier. I moaned slightly into his lips and I felt Derek's smirk. He stood up abruptly, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He made his away to his bedroom, stopping once on the wall next to his door. He pulled away from my lips and he began kissing down my neck. I moaned loudly when he reached the spot behind my earlobe, hissing when his teeth sunk into the skin, pulling at it gently. My fingers grasped onto the collar of his shirt, tugging roughly.

"Getting impatient, are we?" he said lowly. I blushed and nodded my head sheepishly. He smirked and he pressed another open mouth kiss to the mark he had just made, soothing the sore feeling. He pushed into his bedroom, placing me down on his bed gently, climbing on top of me. I didn't wait for him to initiate the kiss, this time I grabbed the back of his neck and attacked his lips. He responded quickly, his hands immediately running up and down my body. Everywhere he touched it left a burning sensation that made me moan out loud. Wanting to feel his skin, I tugged at the ends of his shirt, attempting to pull it up. Getting the hint, he helped me remove it, pulling me right back into the kiss as soon as he had discarded the clothing item to the side. My hands immediately went to feel his hard chest, trailing down and tracing the outline of his defined stomach. He shivered underneath my touch, a low groan coming from the back of his throat, effectively turning me on even more so than before.

I began to feel the tightness in my lower body and I bucked my hips instinctively, coming in contact with Derek's hard member. We both let out a loud moan at the feeling. Derek began to grind down, our moans becoming one at the sensation. He pulled away entirely from my lips to let out the large growl when he had pressed down harder. Taking the opportunity of his distracted state, I pushed him roughly, pushing him to the side so I could climb on top. Taking the instinctive, I began kissing his neck, tracing small circles with my tongue everywhere I left a kiss.

"Goddamn, Pretty Boy," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he began to move them over his crotch, moans flying out left and right. Once I had gotten down the rhythm, his hands came up and slid my shirt over my head. I felt exposed, the cold air stinging my warm skin. I closed my eyes and moaned when Derek bucked his hips, taking the chance to flip us over so I was underneath once more. His hand began sliding down my bare stomach, fingering the waistband of my briefs. Our lips were moving sweetly against one another, our tongues slipping and feeling one another in a perfect motion like we had been practicing for years when it had really only been a couple of months.

When I didn't stop him, his hand dove underneath the two remaining clothing items. I moaned into his mouth when he took a hold of me, his hands warm.

"Like that, baby?" he teased as he began to stroke me slowly. I moaned loudly as his thumb flicked the tip. My eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure, another moan leaving my lips. "God you're so beautiful, baby," he pressed a kiss into the middle of my chest before moving over to my right nipple. His tongue tracing around it. My fingers dug into his back at pleasure when his teeth pulled at it.

"Oh God," I mumbled out in between a moan. I felt his smirk as he began sucking, his hand moving faster. "W-wait, I don't want to, to," I paused to catch my breath, "I don't want to finish yet," I admitted with a blush glazing my face. He bit his lower lip and I wanted nothing more than to suck on it, so I did. I captured his lower lip in between my lips, sucking on it before nibbling a little as he groaned. I let my own hand wander down below, tracing down the middle line of his abs and reaching into his sweat pants, my hand wrapping around his member. My eyes widened at what I was feeling, I knew it was bound to hurt. I began stroking him, awkwardly at first until I figured out a basic rhythm to follow that kept Derek's groans loud.

"Slow down there," he said, grabbing my own sweat pants and yanking them down my legs. I immediately felt the embarrassment as he slid my underwear off next. My hands instinctively coming to wrap around myself in a hug. "Hey, hey, no need for that. You're absolutely gorgeous, baby. I love everything about you. You're perfect," he pressed a passion-filled kiss to my lips that I couldn't help melt into. "Suck, Pretty Boy," he raised his fingers to my lips and I immediately engulfed them into my mouth, staring into Derek's eyes as I did so. They were filled with so much love and lust, I couldn't help but feel good knowing that it was because of me.

He pulled his fingers out and slid one in. My hips bucked in response, my mouth opening in an 'O' shape but no sound came out. His finger moved in and out of me a few as he left hickey after hickey on my body. He followed with a second, then a third, and finally a fourth, my moans increasing in both number and sound. When he was satisfied with how stretched out I was, he pushed the rest of his clothing off. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table.

"Let me," I told him, taking the bottle and pouring some of it into my hand, covering his large member in the substance.

"Are you ready, baby?" he asked as he positioned himself. I nodded my head. He smiled and brushed away the hairs that had stuck to my forehead from the sweat buildup. "I want you to know that you can tell me to stop at any time, don't feel pressured to continue something you aren't ready for, okay?"

"Okay," I answered knowing he liked verbal confirmation.

"I love you," he said as he began to enter me slowly.

"I love you too," I replied instantly. We both let out a pleasurable sound as he entered me completely. He searched in my eyes for something to let him know it was okay to move. When he found it, he pulled out almost entirely, causing me to whimper out at the empty feeling before making me cry out as he thrust back in.

"Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded feverishly.

"Yes just don't stop moving, God, don't stop," I spluttered out at the intense feeling. His thrusts were powerful but loving, sending the right message. We weren't just having sex, we were making love to each other.

"You're so tight, Pretty Boy," Derek growled out as he moved in and out of me at a steady pace.

"Oh God, Derek, faster," I cried out, feeling desperate to continue the feeling that was rushing through my veins. It felt so good, I felt so good, he felt so good. The pleasure was indescribable. He honored my request and picked up the pace, making me scream out his name in pleasure.

"Keep saying my name like that and I don't know how long I'll last," he grunted, my fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Not wanting the sensation to end so soon, I kept my mouth occupied, leaving a purplish bruise on Derek's chest. I gasped when Derek lifted my leg up higher, giving him better access. Derek hit my g-spot right on.

"Oh, Derek!" I screamed out, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

"Fuck, baby," he hissed as he continued moving in and out of me, his fingers tangled into my hair.

"I-I'm going to-" I stuttered out, my eyes rolling back.

"Come for me, Pretty Boy," at the mention of his low voice pronouncing the nickname I had secretly loved for years, I came instantly, Derek following a few minutes later. We were both panting, trying to regain oxygen. I was filled to the brim with his seed, and I loved the way it felt inside me, how he felt inside me. He moved to pull out but I stopped him.

"Don't," I shook my head. He simply nodded and pulled me closer by the waist, my back pressed against his front side.

"You're my angel sent from above, you know that?" he whispered into my ear, leaving a chaste kiss underneath my earlobe.

"Just like you're mine," I replied with a smile. I felt his grin as he tucked his chin into my neck.

"I love you, Spencer Reid."

"I love you, Derek Morgan."

stay sweet x