So I couldn't make you wait that long, sue meh. Hope you enjoy!


Derek smirked and sucked on Spencer's lower lip. "Of course, Pretty Boy. Bring yourself up here." He turned the younger around and put him on the counter. Unbuckling his and Reid's pants, he pulled Spencer's sweater up and kissed a trail from his belly button to his collar bone. He took the shirt off completely and tossed it onto the toilet cover. Reid licked a line from Morgan's neck to his ear.

"You feel so hot, Derek. It makes me hotter."

"Yeah, baby. I'm hot cuz you are." Morgan thrust up against Reid's hard member.

"More, Derek." Spencer wrapped his arm left arm around Derek's head and fastened his legs to his lower back. He squeezed and threw his head back as their cocks rubbed together. "Nngh. Yeah, Derek."

Morgan bit into the right side of Reid's neck. "I don't think I can hold it in, Pretty Boy. Think we could go bare back, no prep?"

Spencer's eyes widened and he whimpered. "You want him inside of me with no prep?" He asked, indicating Morgan's hard package.

"Baby, please. I need you right now. We need to get out of here quick too. I promise I'll make it up to you later. Maybe I can," he gripped Reid and fingered his head agonizingly slow. "Put my hand and mouth to good use, right?"

Reid closed his eyes and gasped. A tear formed on his lash and he nodded reluctantly. "Be… as gentle… as you can, Derek. Please."

Morgan grinned. This was unhealthy, risky, dangerous. It would hurt Spencer, so badly he probably wouldn't be able to walk for the next two or three days. He could get sick. But Derek needed this. By hurting Spencer, he could hurt himself.

He pulled Spencer's pants down to his ankles and dropped his feet over his head. The brunette was now in tears again, drops slowly running down his cheeks. He was scared. So scared. The things that could happen, the pain he'll endure.

He kissed Reid on the forehead and reached behind him. "I have an idea," he said. He grabbed the lotion off of the sink and dangled it in front of the younger agent. "Wanna give it a try?"

Spencer nodded vigorously. "Anything," he pleaded.

Morgan squirted some into his hand and let it gloop instead of rubbing it in. He placed it over the puckered hole and let his thumb slip inside. The genius whined and his lips curled into an animals grin. "I'm slipping another one in," he growled.

"Already?" Spencer cried out and covered his mouth.

"Yes. I told you we have no time, baby."

He slipped another finger in and squirted more soap onto the hole. He scissored his fingers and listened to the keening of his lover. "I'm pulling out and putting him in, okay?"

Spencer shook his head. "Not like this. I won't be able to." Morgan grimaced and Spencer put his hand over his partners member. "I mean not from the front. I can't." His eyes watered and he took his legs from Morgan's neck, making room to turn around. "Take me from behind, Derek."

The older agent watched as his brunette made his moves and rested on the sink. He was quietly sulking and Morgan was actually enjoying it. He kissed Spencer from his lower back to his left shoulder blade and bit the ridge where the bone juts out. The younger agent moaned and was thrust into seconds later. Derek had stuffed his hand inside Spencer's mouth. His fingers were being bitten so hard he actually winced. He withdrew, back in, out, in, out, in.

Spencer's face was red, full of tears, his mouth was full, saliva falling from the corners of his lips. He whimpered and cried, making weird, strangled noises. His vision was getting blurry, his knees had already given out, Morgan and the fact that he was curled over the sink the only things holding him up. His arms were wobbly, barely hanging on the edge of the counter.

Derek fell back onto the toilet seat as quietly as he could. The sweater fell onto the floor and he braced himself by placing his legs on the cupboards under the counter. He spread wider and lifted Spencer up and down, up and down. The brunette's head drooped and he lulled back into Morgan. His consciousness was slowly fading and Morgan tried to hurry. He quickened his pace and finally released, extracting himself from the too tight channel just in time. The white, viscous fluid landed on Spencer's cheek and the back of his thigh.

The genius fell forward, his arms landing on the sides of them both and his head between his knees. He and Morgan sat for a few minutes, catching their breath and trying to unwind. He gingerly stood Spencer up and grabbed the sweater off the floor. There were about six hickies on the younger agent's body, two on his neck alone. The sweater was pulled over his head. He almost keeled over but was caught by his lover.

"Baby boy, you good?" Morgan was done, but Spencer's pants were still pooled around his ankles, only the mess on his body cleaned and his shirt in place.

"I'm in so much pain, Derek." His red eyes and face were impossible to resist. Morgan kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his nose. Finally his mouth and he stayed there for a minute.

"I know. I'm sorry. It was a one time thing, and I'll make it up to you when you're feeling better."

Spencer leaned against the sink as his lover pulled his pants up. "We did something utterly disgusting and wrong, Derek."

Morgan froze, then realized what he was talking about. "We're in the guest bedroom for one, and two, everyone is outside or investigating the master room. Most everybody is out of the house, baby boy. They won't search in here for evidence, alright?"

The brunette nodded when Derek finally came up to buckle his slacks. The darker man looked down and pulled Spencer into a hug. "I love you, Pretty Boy. So much."

"I love you too," the genius replied hugging his lover tightly.

Morgan laughed and pulled away. "I especially love you in Converse. Or in my bed with nothing but your shoes on."

Spencer blushed and closed his eyes. He pointed to the door with his chin. "You go first. I'll come later when my eyes clear a little and I can stand for more than five minutes."

Derek kissed the younger agent on the cheek and opened the door. He paused. "I'm sorry, baby. I don't know what came over me."

Spencer smiled, one that reached his eyes, and nodded. "I know, Derek. And I forgive you. Just put your mouth and hands to good use tomorrow night, right?"

Derek chuckled. "Right," he said, closing the door behind him.


There might be a chapter three? But I'm not counting on it. It would be on a whim. After all, this is in my 'completed' folder on my flash-drive.