Chapter 7: Baby Is A Bad Boy

He was enjoying yet another silent car ride with Spencer, but at least this time he was driving. In its own way, it was a comfortable silence, as if they both knew there was no need for them to get into an accident because one of them brought up the current state of...whatever was happening between them. When they finally arrived at Spencer's apartment, he headed to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee, leaving Derek alone in the living room. He sat in an armchair, trying his best to figure out what the hell he was going to say and he was coming up with nothing. Spencer finally entered the room with two mugs of the hot liquid and handed one to Derek before sitting on the couch. The silence engulfed them, becoming far more uncomfortable as each second passed. Derek feared being the first to talk, but he knew he needed an answer to a fairly simple question.

"Do you hate me?"

"What?" A puzzled look came across Spencer's face before he shook his head. "No."

He closed his eyes. "I'm sorry. I should have known better than to go that fast and then you looked so...afraid. I hurt you and that scared me because one in eig..."

"Individuals observe cues within interactions," Spencer interrupted, his voice gaining speed with each word, "and then interpret those cues through the lens of their existing knowledge and because people use impressions they have of a person to infer implications regarding the information they have received, they..."

"Spencer," he gently prompted, waiting for an explanation.

"Sorry, umm...you saw the look on my face and assumed the worst because of your own experiences and especially because you view me as young and vulnerable. Derek, I might be...nervous about some things, but I'm not weak and you aren't a terrible person for getting caught up in the moment. I know you didn't mean to startle me...the look on your face told me so. Besides, I was far more scared that you'd never speak to me again."

He just hung his head. "It really is my worst fear that I'll..."

"Don't. Don't do this to yourself. Stop beating yourself up like you obviously intended to do at the gym this weekend. You stopped when I asked. You aren't him, not even close. You're a good man," Spencer comforted. "Come here," he requested, patting the couch.

He followed Spencer's instruction, but sat on the opposite end of the couch. Spencer immediately closed the space between them and rested his head on Derek's chest. "I've never felt safer than when you hold me," Spencer revealed and Derek's guilt slowly began dissipating. They stayed that way for awhile with Spencer was nuzzling him and he knew it was supposed to be comforting, but he still couldn't quite relax. When it didn't have the desired effect, he felt Spencer take a few deep breaths, before sitting up, and looking him in the eye.

"Okay, turn around."

He instantly tensed. "Umm, what?"

"Derek, you're obviously stressed and sore and apparently, I have magical fingers."

He hesitated, weighing the options. "Well...I guess a back rub does sound nice," he shrugged, turning his back to Spencer.

"Ahhh...and t-take off your shirt too?" Spencer squeaked. "It's just...well, it's easier that way."

'...god, I wonder if he knows how adorable it is when he does that?'

"I suppose you know what's best," he chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head. He heard Spencer snap open a bottle and rub his hands together. The lotion was still cold when Spencer applied it, but it warmed with each stroke. 'Whoever told this kid he has magic fingers wasn't kidding,' he mused. His breathing slowed as Spencer worked out each knot. With all the physical and emotional stress he'd dealt with over the past few days, it felt good to unwind and being touched in such a caring way was a luxury. He hadn't realized how much he'd needed this.

Spencer's hands moved up across Derek's shoulders and over to his biceps, rubbing the aching muscles there too. Warm breath lit upon his neck, reminding him of how closer Spencer was. Graceful fingers drifted down to his sides and then around to his abs, stroking them lightly, careful of the bruises. He leaned back into the touch as Spencer planted kisses along his neck, lightly nipping at his jaw.

"May I?" Spencer murmured, reaching for Derek's belt.

"Oh god yeah...I mean..."

"Trust me, I want to," Spencer purred.

With his belt and pants undone, Spencer reached inside, brushing his hand against Derek's eager cock. Derek inhaled sharply.

"Pretty Boy, you are...amazing."

"Mmmm...you're pretty impressive yourself," Spencer muttered, nibbling his ear and making his cock twitch.

Spencer grasped his shoulders and gently turned him so his back was against the couch again. He looked at Spencer with curious eyes, but Spencer just knelt in front of him and gave a gentle tug on Derek's pants and underwear.

"Please?" Spencer asked, his voice a perfect mix of needy and innocent.

"I, uh...if you do, I think you'll be a little over-dressed," he teased.

A befuddled look stared up at him, so he caressed Spencer's shirt as an explanation. A nervous grin came across the boy's face and a faint blush spread to his ears, but even with his hands slightly shaking, he nimbly removed his tie, cardigan, and shirt. 'Did I got too far?' Derek worried. As quickly as the skittish behavior appeared, it evaporated when Spencer tugged at his pants again, so he lifted his hips and the rest of his clothing was swiftly removed.

A hand firmly gripped his cock, causing him to gasp slightly. He watched as Spencer bit his lower lip before he tentatively licked the entire length and gently sucked on the head. The sight of those licentious lips wrapped around his erection was almost more than he could bear and he groaned emphatically. Then those innocent brown eyes peered up at him from behind long lashes and he thought he might lose it right in that moment. Spencer started out cautiously taking in his length, almost timid in a way, and yet his tongue massaged the sensitive underside like an expert. He brought one hand up, carefully gripping Spencer's hair. Spencer hummed in delight and the vibrations shot waves of pleasure through him.

'I hope he knows I'm going to make him grow his hair out again.'

Spencer picked up the pace and out of nowhere, Spencer raked his fingernails from his knee to his inner thigh and he knew he was losing control.

"Oh god baby...don't stop, so close..."

Spencer pulled up, letting go of his cock with a loud, slick pop. "Did you know that the term 'blow job' comes from Victorian times when 'blow' was slang for ejaculation and 'blowsy' was..."

"Reid!" he hissed in his most authoritative voice.

Spencer just smirked and swirled his tongue around the tip before deep throating his cock. 'Wha...?' When he felt his balls being gently massaged, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Fuck, fuck, Spencer, I..." he cried, cumming hard against the back of Spencer's throat.

Spencer gazed at him with lustful eyes, swallowed seductively, and lapped up the cum he hadn't quite managed to swallow the first time.

'...if I hadn't just...holy shit...how the fuck is...?'

"How...I mean, you're..." his brain attempted.

"Good? Giving oral is one of the few things I've done before."

"C'mere," he requested.

There was a hint of hesitation, but then Spencer straddled Derek and leaned in, pressing his own erection against Derek's groin and teasing the edges of Derek's ear with his teeth. "Yes?"

"You're more than good."

A/N -

1) Because I feel wrong not citing sources, information on miscommunication within relationships was lifted from: Relational Uncertainty And Relational Information Processing (Knobloch/Solomon 2005)

2) Back when I was still writing chapter 2, I made vague notes about future story lines and other tidbits. One such tidbit was me trying to decide how sexually experienced Reid is and one of the things I decided was that he'd definitely given blowjobs and that he'd had...a lot of practice. Then someone on tumblr (justjasper?) posted that, in their head!canon, Reid would be really good at blow jobs (because of how much he licks his lips?) and I was just sitting there, thinking, "AGREED."

3) LOL at Morgan trying to quote statistics back at Reid. Nice try buddy. Also, while Reid didn't wear a sweater for all of The Longest Night, he did have one on at the beginning of Our Darkest Hour and only removed it once they were in California. I assume it was due to the heat wave and that he put one on once they were on the plane (so I could make him take it off? hahaha). Planes are cold! And so is DC after being in a Cali heat wave. XD ...I'm such a sucker for details.

4) The research I mentioned in my last author's note did not just mean finding something smart for Reid to nervously blurt out (heh)/interrupt the blowjob with, but also...somehow, despite definitely not being a virgin and dating mostly men over the past 6 years, I still haven't given a blowjob. Sadly, that meant I had to go watch a bunch of porn (LOL) and then read some "how to" articles and make inferences from there. Yep, crying some pretty big tears for having to do that research. :-P But if anything seems off with that, well, ya'll just let me know.

5) I added chapter titles! And switched chapters 4 and 5. And made extremely slight edits. I seriously cannot leave things alone.

6) I have a lot of the next chapter done, yet again, but I'm doubting if it's where I want to go. Bah, why can't I make up my mind?