Title: Student Does Teacher

Rating: M

Warning(s): Language

Pairing(s): Some Mike and Spencer.

Summary: Spencer Reid teaches a yoga class and martial arts teacher, Derek Morgan, decides to relax and take Spencer's class.

"Wrong. Try again." Spencer said to Derek as he tried to do the yoga pose. It was thirty past eight and class ended fifteen minutes ago. Derek did every move wrong and Spencer tried to help him since it was what teachers did. He also felt how teachers did when their students just didn't get it.

"Ugh! I give up." Derek collapsed on the floor. Yoga was a lot harder than he expected but when you got it right, it was relaxing. The first few moves were easy but once Spencer got into the more complicated ones, Derek found it hard to remain in that pose for ten seconds.

Spencer sat beside him, giving Derek a bottle of water. Thanking him, he drank half of the water in only a few gulps.

"It's normal for you to struggle at this moment. You're new to this." Spencer explained. "In fact, this class is a level 3 class. We do a few stretches and some easy moves and jump right into the difficult ones."

"Level 3? Why am I in level 3?" Derek said in confusion.

"Because Mike was in Level 3. He has a four year subscription to this place so I decided to keep it free for others for only a week. This place is in high demand after all." Spencer said.

Derek nodded and got up. Throughout the whole class, Derek watched Spencer closely. Every lean, stretch, bend, all of it he practically absorbed through his eyes and was now photo copies in his mind. Because of all that, he ended up moving with a hard on that was still visible at the moment. The sad part of watching him so closely was that he didn't learn one thing right.

"I'll demonstrate one more time for you. Watch closely." Spencer said,

'No problem there.' Derek thought as he sat down. Spencer effortlessly did the yoga position Derek was so desperately trying to do. He held it for 10 seconds before bending over and doing another.

'Oh god...' Derek thought. He stared at the round ass that was nearly pointing in his direction, his friend stirring in his pants. What made it worse was that Spencer turned to look over his shoulder at Derek.

"Try it now. Try to get it exactly like mine." He said.

Derek gulped and nodded as he got up and went next to Spencer, trying it out again. He got it but was only able to hold the position for so long. Spencer laughed and stood.

"It's pointless. I can't be in this class. I need to start from the beginning." Derek groaned as he sat down and looked up to Spencer. Boy was he beautiful. A man with such flawless beauty…was that even possible?

"Well, I can't add you to any of my other classes but we can take private lessons. I usually don't do this but seeing how you really want to learn yoga, I'll make this an exception." Spencer smiled.

"Really? How much?" Derek said as he stood.

"No. You already paid me enough." Spencer said as he placed a palm on Derek's chest.

Derek stared at him as he felt the hand on his chest. "Are you sure?" He asked and soon found his hand moving up to cover Spencer's smaller one.

Spencer nodded and tried to hide the blush that slowly crept on his face. "Yes, I'm positive."

They stood there for seconds that felt like eternity – Derek's hand covering Spencer's, brown eyes staring at each other,

'This is my chance…' Derek thought. He never asked a man out before but there was no way he'd let this one get away from him.

"Spencer-"

"Well well well, I didn't think it would have happened this quickly." A familiar voice said, interrupting Derek. Spencer pulled away to see his employee Garcia walking to them in her usual bright and crazy fashion. She held her fuzzy pen and a stack of papers as she made her way across the floor, her purple snazzy heels clicking the floor with each step.

"Garcia, we were just talking." Spencer reasoned. She rolled her eyes at this statement.

"Hmph! Even though my intelligence level does not compare with yours, I know what is talking and what isn't talking, Sir." Garcia replied as she handed the papers to Spencer with a big smile on her face.

Spencer thanked her for the papers and began reading through them. Once he caught glimpse of one, he excused himself, said goodbye to Derek with a smile and went up to his office.

Derek watched him leave, a bit saddened that he didn't get the chance to say what he wanted to.

"Can you feel the love tonight…" Garcia began singing and walked away.

Derek only laughed. He collected his belongings and was about to head out the main entrance. "Wait!" Garcia yelled to his attention.

"What's wrong?" He turned to look at her.

"Can you bring this to Spencer? I'm busy right now and I want to finish soon." She said, handing him a few sheets that were just faxed to her.

"Sure." Derek said, realizing he was just given another chance to ask Spencer out.

Garcia smiled and continued to her work.

Derek marched up the stairs, conjuring thousands of ways he could ask him. Each suggestion his dirty mind would come up with he'd reject. He didn't really want Spencer to think he just wanted a one night stand. But if he could just have that ass once, he'd be sated for eternity. His goal was to actually have it for eternity. Or more like when he couldn't get it up anymore.

Derek laughed at the thought and proceeded to knock on the mahogany door. It had a golden plat near the top center that read "Spencer Reid". The door was opened a crack and Derek heard Spencer's voice speaking to someone on the phone. Instead, he decided it would be better if he allowed Spencer to finish his conversation and then come in so he stood by the door quietly, unintentionally listening to the possible argument going on.

"Mike, listen for a moment! I left that spot open just for a week- yes…another guy took your spot but-Oh gosh, no! I'm not sleeping with him!"

Derek pondered for a moment. Mike was the same guy that left for a week and Spencer said 'Mike' and he said he wasn't sleeping with another man…which means Spencer was seeing one of his students? That was the only conclusion he could come up with. Unless the guy was some unruly, homophobic, controlling older brother, there was no other possible explanation. Daddy? Hell no.

"Please Mike…it really isn't like that…yeah, bye." Spencer finished and ended the call. He sighed out loud and ran his hand through his chocolate locks.

Derek wondered if it was still a good idea to give the papers to Spencer after such a stressful call but Garcia asked him to so he had to.

He pushed the door opened and greeted him. "Hey, Spencer, Garcia told me to give these to you. I hope I'm not intruding…" Derek said cautiously.

Spencer sat up and smiled as if his previous conversation never happened. "Oh, thank you very much. You should get some rest though. Just because you're a level one doesn't mean I'll allow you to slack off."

Derek tried his best to smile and nodded. He could see Spencer wasn't happy behind that mask, behind those beautiful brown eyes….

"Yeah, see ya tomorrow." Derek placed the papers on Spencer's desk and turned to leave.

"Derek?"

Hearing Spencer say his name sent shivers down his spine but it surprised him as well. "Yes?"

Spencer hesitated before changing his mind. "Nothing. I'll see you tomorrow."

Derek was confused and disappointed at the same time but decided to leave the subject be. He still had to ask Spencer about that conversation. It was bugging him even though he didn't show it. That guy sounded rude and who would be rude to that sweet face? Not him.

"Alright then." Derek said and left the building after getting glomped by Garcia.

Spencer sat at his desk and stared down. He was looking at nothing in particular. He was just deep in thought. Mike called him after receiving a note that his spot would be taken up for a week. He called, cussing up and down and throwing and claiming that Spencer had "never told him about this shit" as quoted. But Spencer told him two weeks before and reminded him every day.

Mike regarded him as a nice fuck and cock sucker but nothing more. He didn't love him and Spencer already tried running away. Nothing worked. He just came back with even more bruises. When his students began asking him questions, Mike stopped abusing him physically but sexually, it never stopped - sodomizing him until he couldn't move, making his lips sore, whipping him, tying him up, making him defenseless. That's all Mike wanted...but Spencer wanted more.

And then, that day when a stubborn, bald, chocolate Adonis of a man came in, requesting a spot that he would never have gotten if he didn't catch Spencer's eye, things changed a bit. Spencer wasn't sure if he was gay or straight or even bisexual but he liked the man already. Everything attracted him. His muscles, his laughter and smile, the way he moved, his moods…

All of Derek was perfect and that is what Spencer wanted…