Title:Student Does Teacher
Rating:M
Warning(s):This chapter is very…yeah lol
Summary: Spencer Reid teaches a yoga class and martial arts teacher, Derek Morgan, decides to relax and take Spencer's class.
Reid unlocked the door to his home that he shared with Mike and dropped his bag on the sofa. Collapsing on it as well, he removed his phone from his pocket to call Mike back like he told him he had to once he got home. Of course, Reid wasn't looking forward to having to call his "lover" but he knew he had to.
He tapped the numbers in slowly, each colored number another reminder of what he had to deal with.
He raised the phone to his right ear and heard the ringing that sounded louder than it should have. It only rang three times before Mike picked up.
"Get on your webcam now," he ordered. Spencer gulped and marched up the stairs to the bedroom they shared together. He had been sleeping in the guest bedroom when Mike left because this room was like a personally made prison. Toys, bondage, items made to cause pain for pleasure…he despised this room, so when Mike went for a trip, he stayed as far as he could from this area. The one thing that caused him to fail this each time was that Mike called him a few times so they can webcam chat. Sometimes he pretended he was busy and didn't get the call but that wouldn't work all the time so he had to give in.
He sat at the chair situated in front of the large, flat screen, apple computer that really belonged to Michael. He owned a comfortable sized laptop. He didn't need anything large. Michael was the one buying unnecessary things and putting them in their home like the large flat screen TV in the living room or the bed that could fit four people when there were only two of them or the extra large remodeled bathroom that included a shower, Jacuzzi, and large tub. Of course, Spencer didn't complain about that because who wouldn't mind a nice, hot Jacuzzi for relaxation? It was like a plus after doing yoga.
He waited for the computer to boot up which didn't take long and then opened up the webcam. Instantly, Mike invited him for a webcam chat. You had a choice to deny it and leave a message or accept it. Oh how Reid wanted to click the red words that would make Mike's face red as well.
He clicked the "Accept" in the green words and waited for it to load. Once it was done loading, he was staring at Mike's already hard, large cock.
"Mmm, babe, what took so long?" He heard the disgusting whisper coming from the computer's speakers.
"I'm sorry," Reid said. It was all he could say.
The camera shook and refocused on Mike's handsome face. He had a perfect complexion; jet black hair styled in an Adam Lambert way, blue piercing eyes, tan skin, visibly pink lips, and sculpted face. He also had a tattoo of a black rose on his neck. You could tell from his shoulder he worked out. How could a man so handsome repulse Spencer so much?
"No problem. Just show me what I taught you."
Spencer rose out of his chair and placed his phone on the bed where he would sit. He looked around the room for the items he'd need: butt plugs, cock ring, lube, nipple clamps, and a vibrator.
"Yes," Mike groaned as he watches Reid gather all the materials. He himself was in his office in another state. Being CEO of a company meant he'd have to travel but that didn't stop him from meeting this wonderful young man that he was now completely infatuated with. Spencer was so innocent when he first met him. Mike knew from the minute he saw Reid, the younger man was gay. He was pulled along with a friend to join some little yoga place near this martial arts place. Mike was skeptical of going into the yoga place because of its few customers. It only opened a while ago. The martial arts place had more than enough people and he would rather have gone there but that lean, beautiful boy was what attracted him to the new yoga building. Reid had no idea what sex with another man felt like. Mike wanted to teach him since he was a pro, being nearly 10 years older than Reid and a very sexually active man in his primer years. Of course, he was clean. He wouldn't do that to his lover.
Reid stripped himself in front of the camera slowly like Mike liked it. Once he discarded himself of his shirt, he rubbed his nipples and placed the nipple clamps on them. He winced at the feeling of his rose buds being pressed.
"Come on, Spencer," Mike breathed. Reid knew he was stroking himself furiously even though Reid barely did anything yet. Mike was just a sexual, predatory beast and for some odd reason that he didn't understand, Spencer fueled it more than anyone else.
He turned the computer's head so the camera could face him while he lay on the bed, ass up after removing his yoga pants but his female underwear remained on him. It was something he liked wearing and Mike helped him embrace his feminine side if you could call it that.
His own hands began rubbing his ass the way Mike liked it, spreading them and teasingly slipping his fingers in between the round globes.
"Oh, Spencer," Mike moaned. "Just remove that silly thing and fuck your ass for me already. I don't have much time left."
Spencer complied, removing the underwear. He went to a sitting position, widening his legs so Mike could get a better view. His face was red from embarrassment and frustration. He hated doing this but he had no choice.
"That's right," Mike said. "Now, put on the cock ring and use the vibrator. We'll leave the butt plugs for another time. You'll need help with that."
Spencer did what he was told and coated the vibrator with the KY Jelly lubricate. He did the same for his fingers and prepared himself.
"Fuck," Mike breathed as he picked up his strokes. Watching Spencer finger himself was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He heard the little gasps and moans coming from Spencer and that added fuel to the fire. He could also tell Spencer was getting harder. Even though he initially didn't like the idea of S&M and was uncomfortable with the idea of so many sex toys, Mike knew he liked it. All men were whores and begging for a cock to fuck them and he believed Spencer was the biggest whore he'd ever met.
"Use the vibrator," Mike commanded.
Spencer opened his teary eyes and shook his head. "I didn't prepare myself enough yet."
"I'm not giving you a choice."
Spencer sighed and removed the finger from his rectum only to replace it with something larger. He pushed it in slowly and gasped at the largeness of it. Mike must have bought a larger and longer one because this was hurting more than usual.
He pushed the thing in and out slowly, setting it on high vibration.
"Oh god," Reid gasped. His was rising and he was already squirming.
No! I can't enjoy this! I can't!
His thoughts were useless because even if he didn't want the pleasure, his body sure wanted it.
"You're such a fucking whore and I love it." Mike's groan echoed from the speakers and sounded out throughout the whole room.
And then, Reid's phone went off.
Reid stopped his actions to look at what time it was. It was nearly 12 in the morning. No one called him at this time.
"Who the fuck is that?" Mike growled.
"I don't know," Reid said in all honesty. The number was foreign. He picked up the phone with his free hand and answered.
"Hey, Reid," The familiar voice said. Reid's eyes widened slightly. How did Morgan get his number?
"Um, hi, is something wrong?" Reid asked. He had to make this quick.
"Keep fucking yourself, Spencer," Mike said angrily. "I don't care if that's the goddamn president on the phone."
Reid blushed, the red color taking over his cheeks and closed his eyes as he pushed in the vibrator again, going at a faster pace.
"No, just wanted to talk. Are you busy?"
Reid pondered for a moment before he said no.
"Touch yourself," Reid whispered into the phone. He made sure Mike couldn't hear.
"Huh?"
"Please," he whimpered.
Morgan gulped. He could hear panting coming from Reid. What the hell was going on?
"Spencer, are you ok?"
"Yes, I am," Reid groaned into the phone. He picked up his pace and his head fell back onto the bed. His cock was straining against the cock ring and he was tempted to take it off but he had to wait for permission first.
Reid could hear Morgan beginning to stroke himself and with that, Reid closed his eyes and imagined Morgan naked, muscles and all and him masturbating, his large cock exposed and dripping with pre-cum.
Reid picked up his pace. He was so close. "Talk dirty to me," he whispered.
Morgan chuckled. "What's up with you, pretty boy? That little ass wants my cock?"
Morgan had no idea what he was doing but Reid asked him and he obliged. He was already leaking with pre-cum and the idea of dirty talking wasn't something he hadn't done before. He just wondered why Reid wanted him to do it so badly.
"Yes, I do. I wish you could fuck me so hard, take me in every way you can," Reid gasped. He didn't even care if Mike could hear him now.
"I'd bend you over and fuck that tight ass so hard you'd beg me to stop but before that, I'd shove my cock down your throat and fuck your mouth."
Reid moaned loudly at the descriptions Morgan was giving him. He had a very vivid visual of the scene.
"I want you to slap my ass and pull my hair while you fuck me from behind," Reid groaned into the phone.
"Your ass would be all red, pretty boy. I'd make you ride me like a bitch in heat. I'd watch your ass slap against my balls and watch your face in pleasure."
"Yes, oh god." Reid's breathing became erratic as he was near his peak.
"I'd take your whole cock down my throat to the base and suck you off like a fucking whore," Reid hissed.
"You have such a dirty mouth. I love it."
Reid removed the cock ring with no permission and his eyes rolled back as his cum spurted on his chest and the bed sheets. He moaned Derek's name as he got off his high. He could hear Derek groaning too as he reached his own peak and it only sent blood to his groin.
He rolled over on his stomach and caught his breath before putting the phone back on his ear. "I'm sorry. Thank you," he said before he ended the call without a response back. This would come back to hurt him and he knew it. The fact that the video chat ended minutes before he even came was a confirmation.