Chapter 11: "Dame." "Nani?" "Ikimasu."
He was surprised at how many orgasms he could have in just one weekend.
It wasn't as if they'd stayed in bed the entire time either. Not only had he successfully dealt with Garcia over coffee, but Derek took him out to a new Mediterranean restaurant afterwards and the next morning, Spencer had convinced him to go to a neuroscience lecture at George Mason.
'He didn't complain a bit or even act particularly bored,' he grinned, as they entered Derek's house. 'Definitely deserves a reward...'
Derek cocked his head. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"
"Oh, nothing," he innocently replied before licking his lips and gripping Derek's belt, pulling the other man closer.
Derek chuckled. "I think I might like your definition of 'nothing.'"
After the weekend they'd had, Derek felt a little queasy when he heard about the new case.
A 19 year old girl, Kate, had left a club Friday night with two boys she didn't know and had been missing ever since. It was Monday and the boys had been in custody since Saturday, but they'd easily repeated the same story multiple times and the police were running out of time - it was two and a half days since anyone had even seen Kate and no one knew if she was even alive at this point.
'...while I spent my weekend practically drowning in happiness, someone else was spending the same time in pure hell...' he grimly thought.
He knew it was strange to dread the end of a case, but that knowledge didn't stop the feelings from drifting to the surface.
Before the case, JJ and Hotch had been stuck discussing something with Strauss. For twenty minutes. With the blinds closed. When he suggested that perhaps JJ was asking for a raise, it wasn't because he believed it, though it was obvious some of his teammates didn't get that. It was what he needed - a stupidly optimistic statement to use as a mantra to keep any distracting worries at bay while they were working the case. There was no way he was going to risk a case, potentially risk someone's life, because of fears he had regarding non-work related issues, even if it meant sounding embarrassingly naïve. The mantra appeared to be effective – they'd found Kate alive and ensured that the unsubs would be punished – but it left him dreading the moment that reality would rear its ugly head.
After they arrived back to the office, they'd all watched as Hotch walked out of the conference room and it became obvious that JJ had not "asked for a raise." They tried not to stare as she stayed there, filling out paperwork alone, before joining them in the bullpen.
"They can't just take you away," he mumbled, breathless.
But they could and they were. He knew there were words, but he didn't quite hear them, his mind reeling. Instead, he felt the emotions: Emily – pissed at the politics, defeated, already compartmentalizing; Derek – barely controlled frustration with a hint of betrayal; Rossi – calm and logical, trying give it a positive spin. And himself?
"They can't just take you away," he repeated, his lip quivering as he struggled to keep his composure. '...breaking, abandoned, lost, scared...numb...' JJ patted his shoulder, a knowing look of concern on her face causing him to shift uncomfortably and avert his eyes. Once she'd gone to see Garcia, he caught Derek staring at him. Derek nodded, probably imperceptible to everyone else, a silent answer to a question he didn't even have to ask.
They'd barely made it into his house when Spencer ambushed him, harsh lips crashing against his. Not that he particularly minded – he'd quickly learned that Spencer taking charge was a definite turn on and he figured it probably helped the kid feel secure enough to stay focused on feeling rather than thinking.
In a matter of minutes, Spencer had roughly tugged off their shirts, shoved him against a wall, then another before pulling him to the bedroom. "Fuck you're sexy," he crooned as Spencer bit his neck hard enough to leave bruises. Fingernails dug into his back and ass, one hand moving to grope his half-hard erection through his pants. Spencer's pace became increasingly frantic – there was no overthinking, no seconding guessing, just movement and action. It was undoubtedly hot, so fucking hot, but he was having trouble ignoring the underlying implications.
As Spencer began to remove Derek's pants, he pinned Spencer against the edge of the bed, gripping his hands above his head. "Spencer..." he whispered.
"Fuck me," Spencer lustfully demanded while rolling his hips harshly against Derek's body.
He bit back a groan and fought to keep his own hips still against the movement. He'd never heard Spencer use the word "fuck," much less be so direct about what he wanted, and it made restraining himself all the more difficult.
"Spencer, you've got to..." he tried before he was interrupted.
"Please. Need this. Need you."
"Me too," he reassured, "but slow down a bit...I'm not going anywhere."
Spencer calmed beneath him, so he released his hands, stepped out of the rest of his clothing, and climbed onto the bed. "C'mon Pretty Boy," he prompted and though it took a moment, Spencer joined him. Helping Spencer out of his pants and underwear, their eyes locked as he lowered his mouth to Spencer's erection, teasing it with tiny swipes of tongue. He continued slowly torturing Spencer until he was writhing, pleading, begging for more. His mouth easily slid onto Spencer's cock, his cheeks hollowing before setting a steady pace.
"Mmm...Derek," Spencer breathed, rocking into the touch. With a finger, he circled the edges of Spencer's entrance, earning a pleased whimper. Spencer swiftly produced the bottle of lube from the nightstand and he stilled his mouth for a moment to spread some on his fingers before continuing his ministrations and pushing one finger, then the next, inside. "More," Spencer panted, "I need more." Derek hummed in response and added a third finger. Spencer's back arched from a combination of the vibrations and the fingers brushing his prostate. "Derek...not what I...fuck me."
Derek's cock twitched beneath him. "Are you sure? It's your..."
"First time, I know," Spencer finished. "And I also know what I want."
For a moment, he felt conflicted. He was still worried that Spencer was pushing himself to avoid dealing with JJ's departure, but he was also starting to realize that maybe forgetting for awhile wasn't such a bad thing. "Condoms are in the top drawer," he stated. When Spencer handed one to him, he'd rolled it on and slicked himself with plenty of lube. "It's gonna feel different than my fingers. Lemme know if it's too much, okay?" Spencer only nodded in response.
He pushed against the tight resistance as gently as he could, pausing when Spencer's face contorted with pain and only pushing farther when Spencer raggedly urged him to continue. Once he was fully sheathed in Spencer's hot, tight channel, he stilled to taste his neck and murmur reassurances into his skin, letting Spencer fully adjust to the new sensations. Spencer tentatively thrust his hips up, panting and mewling in pleasure, giving the permission Derek needed to move again. He thrust, steady and slow, changing the angle until he found the sweet spot. "R-right there...harder, please harder," Spencer cried out, knuckles turning white from fisting the sheets. "You like that?" he growled low in his throat as his thrusts became faster and deeper. Eyes half-lidded with lust and sin stared up at him and he knew they were both close to coming undone. Gripping Spencer's hip with one hand, he stroked his cock with the other, causing Spencer to buck harder beneath him.
"Derek, I-I'm..." was all Spencer could manage before his orgasm hit, cum spurting onto their chests, muscles tightening around Derek's cock. A few more rough thrusts were all it took for him to come, collapsing next to his lover.
"Did you mean it?" he asked when Derek laid back down after letting Clooney inside.
"That you're sexy? Hell yeah," Derek replied, cocky as ever.
"No," he bit his lower lip. "You won't leave?"
Derek paused and for a second, Spencer panicked. '...shit, shouldn't have asked, should have just let it be...why can't you leave things be? shit, shit, shit...'
"Spencer, I know I don't have the best record when it comes to relationships," Derek started, "but I was never friends with any of them for 8 years before hooking up. You mean a lot more to me than anyone I've ever been with."
"Oh," he breathed, ashamed of his fear.
"Besides, I've seen you at your worst and I didn't walk away, not even when you tried to push everyone away. You know all my faults and dark secrets and you've stuck around too. I'm pretty sure we're going to be stuck with each other for life, even if we do break up," Derek stated, winking.
"Yeah, being friends before a relationship as well as receiving more resources such as emotional support are significant predictors of whether or not people...wait...break up?" He stared for a second, processing the connotations of Derek's statement before grinning. "You never asked if we could go steady in the first place," he teased, sticking out his tongue.
"Spencer Reid, would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?"
He could hardly contain his laughter and a smile spread across Derek's face. "Of course I will, Derek Morgan."
Stupidly long A/N -
1) I've posted the kink!meme prompts I filled. Go check them out if you haven't already. :-)
2) Sorry about the long time between updates! I've had major writer's block. I had 90% of this chapter done in the first two days. Then the part between Derek asking Reid to chill out and Reid asking if Derek isn't going to leave him (so...most of the sex...and then I didn't even write very much) took me a month. Ugh. I do have some new stuff written out right now. I was thinking about using it later, but it's probably going to be the next chapter, thanks in part to some ideas that the ever lovely SugaKane01 put in my head. Also, episodes 3-6 have virtually no M/R scenes, but I don't think that's a problem.
3) This is the only chapter where the title isn't song lyrics. The full title translates to "Don't." "What?" "Go." The shortened title (because the scrolly thing has a character limit) translates to "Don't go." The full title holds a tremendous amount of meaning for me that I can't even begin to explain, so I'll just thank my lil roja for permission to use it and leave it at that.
4) CM writers fucked up their own timeline in this episode. It started with me wanting to know if their case started on a Monday or a Tuesday and I could give you a detailed analysis of their fuck up, but here's the short version – when you do the math, the police would have picked up the unsubs at 2:30 am on Saturday, at the latest. Which is around the time that the unsubs left the club/were with Kate at the inlet. At first, I thought Joe had botched a line in the first scene or there was too much sunlight in Hotch's office, but later they mention the number of hours in custody (65) AND give us an actual time to work with two scenes later (7:30 pm). *sigh* You don't even want to know how many times I watched this episode/how many pages of notes there are of me trying to figure out this time paradox. But yeah, the episode does start on Monday, around 2:30 pm. And that's the SHORT explanation...lol.
5) Speaking of timelines, I was trying to figure out when Morgan and Reid joined the BAU/met and that was confusing and harder than expected. In "LDSK," Hotch mentions that Reid has been making his life lousy for 3 years (2002), but then in "Tabula Rosa," everyone treats Reid like it's one of his first cases (2004). Then I couldn't find anything about when Morgan joined, except one website that said 2002 but gave no reason/proof. "Tabula Rosa" and "Profiler, Profiled" didn't turn up clues and I couldn't think of any other episode that might help. So unless anyone can tell me otherwise, I'm gonna believe they both joined the BAU and met in 2002, hence knowing each other for 8 years.
6) I'm probably rivaling Rossi in cockblocking abilities with the end of the last chapter and the beginning of this one. Almost cockblocked you in the middle too, hahahaha. I'm such a jerk.
7) Editing to add: WTF CBS. I love Prentiss and I have not been the biggest Seaver fan, but CBS executives can suck my imaginary cock for tossing Rachel Nichols just because Paget is coming back. Don't get me wrong, I am very happy about Paget's return (even if I'm sure it's gonna be one huge mindfuck for the team), but getting rid of Rachel is such a load of bullshit.