Wow, a lot of people seem interested in this already. I got quite a few story alerts and one nice review (And one not so nice one. I did say up front the first chapter was more of a teaser). Sorry if I make anyone angry. I usually don't give a damn what people say, but I have been sick all day and I had to attend a funeral, so I'm a bit stressed out and on edge.

But, moving on. Yes, the rest of the chapters will be longer. Prolly not as long as this one, but for sure longer than the first. And since the other one was so short, I decided to post this chapter right away.

I'll shut up now so you can read some more.

"Come on, man, you know the rules. You lost the bet, now we get to find your date for the evening."

"Fine, whatever, just pick someone nice," said Derek Morgan.

His friends got identical nerve-wracking grins on their faces, and turned to scan the crowd of party goers.

Derek groaned, running his hand across his face. He had lost a stupid bet about the outcome of a football game, and now his three best friends got to choose one person who Derek had to spend the rest of the night with, or they would get to come up with even worse things for him to do. It was rather immature for college students, senior college students at that. But it was something the four had been doing since high school, and they couldn't bring themselves to stop.

After they graduated.

Maybe.

Chad burst out laughing, nudging the other two and pointing across the room. Steve and Tony nodded quickly, and the three turned back to Derek.

"Him," they all said at the same time, pointing across the room.

Derek followed their gaze, a strange feeling entering the pit of the stomach. Staring back at him was a tall, scrawny kid with honey brown eyes and hair to match. He saw the other gulp and nervously look away. Derek gave him a once-over. The kid wouldn't look too bad, if he ditched the nerd glasses and haircut. Glancing around, Derek saw there were many worse people his friends could have chosen.

He wasn't going to let them know that though, or they might change their minds.

"Seriously?" asked Derek, raising one eyebrow. "Him?"

The guys nodded, smug expressions on their faces.

Derek sighed, handing his drink to Tony and pushing away from the wall.

"Have fun!" called Chad.

Derek pushed his way through the crowd, keeping his eyes trained on the brunette. The kid moved down the wall slightly, glancing around like he was searching for someone. Bursting through the other side of the mass of people, Derek grabbed the kid's elbow before he could move away again.

The kid spun around with a cross look, seeming as if he was going to say something. But his mouth snapped shut as his eyes widened, staring.

"Hey there, pretty boy," grinned Derek.

A furious blush tinted the boy's cheeks, and Derek couldn't help but chuckle.

"Can I get you a drink, kid?" he asked.

"I uh… I'm just l-looking for my friend."

"Oh, well, I'll help you," said Derek, draping an arm around the kid's bony shoulders. "I'm Derek, by the way."

"S-Spencer," stuttered the kid.

"Okay, Spencer. Well, it's pretty crowded down here. Let's check upstairs first. That should be easier." He led the way to the stairs.

"W-Why would he be upstairs?" asked Spencer, tripping a little over his feet.

Derek couldn't hold back his laugh. "Oh, come on, pretty boy, you know why people go upstairs," he said suggestively.

He missed the look of confusion on Spencer's face.

He knocked on the first door, receiving a strained response of, "occupied."

"Sound like your friend?"

Spencer shook his head no.

The second door he knocked on was opened by a flustered looking blond guy. "Can I help you?"

Derek turned to Spencer, who shook his head. "Sorry, looking for someone else."

The blond ducked back into the room without further response.

The third door he knocked on had no answer. Derek cautiously opened the door, peaking into a dark and empty bedroom. He walked in, looking around, and Spencer pushed in past him.

"There's no one in here," said Spencer. He jumped slightly as the door was snapped shut behind him, a slight squeak escaping him as he was pushed up against the back of it.

He looked up as he heard the lock click, finding Derek staring at him, a slight grin on his face.

"D-Derek?"

He gasped as a large, dark hand cupped his cheek, the thumb running across his bottom lip.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"Can I kiss you?" asked Derek.

Spencer thought his eyes might pop out of his head. "K-Kiss me?"

Derek nodded.

Spencer's brain, with its IQ of 187, quickly analyzed the situation. He had only met Derek approximately four minutes and thirty-nine seconds ago. The guy was a well built, very handsome, and extremely charming. Spencer was… well, the opposite of those. Why would this guy possibly want to kiss him?

And how should he respond? It could be a trick. Derek could be playing a joke on him, waiting for him to agree so he could laugh in Spencer's face. It wouldn't be the first time someone had pulled that sort of thing on him. But on the other hand, if he really did want to kiss Spencer, then what did he have to lose? It could be years, if ever, before another opportunity like this came around.

And Derek was really good looking.

As he reached his decision, Spencer slowly nodded.

Derek grinned, leaning down and gently pressing his lips to Spencer's. The brunette responded slowly, unsurely, and Derek had no trouble taking control of the kiss. He brought his other hand to Spencer's hip, leaning against him as the kiss intensified. Derek could feel tentative fingers clutch the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

Derek ran his tongue along Spencer's bottom lip, before forcing his way into his mouth, eliciting a moan that lit a familiar heat in his stomach. He was getting turned on by this scrawny kid. He ran his hand up under Spencer's shirt, feeling him shiver slightly in response.

As his fingers brushed across his side, Spencer broke off from the kiss and leaned into Derek with a giggle. "That tickles," he cried.

A grin crossed Derek's face and he repeated the motion, loving the kid's laugh and how he moved closer into Derek's chest as he tried to escape the hand on his side. He stopped when Spencer's laughs became breathless, running his hand up and down the kid's back, enjoying the warmth of his skin.

Unable to resist, he swooped down and claimed Spencer's lips once more. The kiss was more heated this time, and he allowed his hands to wander over every part of the skinny body he could reach, savoring each moan it created. When Spencer's own hands began to explore his chest, Derek thought his knees might give way, and he hurriedly dragged the kid along to the bed, spinning them around and pushing him down on it.

Spencer couldn't contain the slight squeak that escaped him as he found himself falling backwards onto the bed. Before he could even beginning to process what was going on, Derek had pulled his glasses off, dropping them onto the bedside table, and was on top of him, kissing him fiercely. He rolled his hips and Spencer felt something hard press against his thigh.

It was then Spencer realized his own pants were beginning to feel rather tight. He had a sudden moment of panic as Derek pushed his shirt up, but all coherent thought went out the window as Derek began to plant kisses along his slim chest. Spencer gasped and arched his back as one of his nipples was suddenly engulfed in a wet heat. Derek chuckled, and the vibrations sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Spencer's groin.

The dark man sat back and pulled Spencer up, ridding him of his shirt, before returning to his attack on the pale flesh. Spencer arched into the touches, losing himself to the moment. He tugged at Derek's shirt, wanting to feel his skin, and he watched in fascination as the muscles of Derek's chest rippled as he pulled his own shirt off.

Derek kissed him hungrily, and Spencer allowed his hands to roam Derek's broad back. He felt a flutter of nerves as a hand ran down his stomach, but he groaned when the hand began to rub the bulge forming in his khakis. He pushed his hips up into the contact, whining when the hand was pulled away.

A chuckle rumbled across Derek's lips as he tugged at the button of Spencer's pants. "Is this alright, pretty boy?"

Spencer nodded, feeling deft fingers flick the button open and pulling down the zipper. He gulped nervously as he lifted his narrow hips and Derek yanked the pants down his skinny legs. A light blush tinted his cheeks as Derek sat back and stared at him.

"Don't."

Derek looked up to meet his gaze. "What?"

"Don't stare at me."

"Why not?" asked Derek, eyes roving Spencer's body.

Spencer squirmed, drawing his knees up and wrapping his arms around his chest. "It makes me feel uncomfortable," he whined.

Derek chuckled, pushing Spencer's legs down and straddling his hips. "Sorry, pretty boy," he said, leaning down until they were face to face. "But you're just so… pretty."

Spencer's blush deepened and Derek chuckled again, pushing his hips down into Spencer's. The friction caused them both to moan and Spencer yanked Derek back down for another kiss. It was hot and messy, a clashing of lips and teeth, and somehow during the duration of it the rest of their clothing seemed to have disappeared.

Spencer gulped nervously as a very naked and a very aroused Derek Morgan hovered over him on the bed. "Derek, I-I'm not very… e-experienced at this sort of thing," he stuttered awkwardly. Actually, Spencer had no experience in this sort of thing. But he was afraid if he told Derek he was a virgin, Derek would laugh at him, or worse, stop.

A large, dark hand cupped his cheek as Derek smile reassuringly. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."

Taking a deep breath, Spencer nodded. Derek's smile grew and he began to look around the room. What he was searching for, Spencer didn't know. Derek leaned over and pulled open a few drawers on the bedside table before laughing in triumph, pulling out a bottle.

Spencer's eyes widened and he gave a nervous giggle as he realized it was a container of lube.

Derek sat back between his parted legs, popping open the cap and squirting some on his fingers. "Ready?" he asked gently, glancing up at Spencer.

His mind was screaming at him NO, but Spencer felt himself nod. "Yes," he croaked.

He gasped as a finger pushed its way inside of him. He shifted his hips a little at the sensation. It didn't hurt, it just felt weird.

Derek ran his free hand up and down Spencer's pale inner thigh. "You okay?"

"Yeah."

Derek began to move his finger around, pulling it out and pushing it back in. When he felt Spencer began to push back on it slightly, he added a second finger. He paused as Spencer winced slightly.

"Stings," he whined.

Derek stroked his thigh again. "Take some deep breaths."

Spencer nodded, sucking in great lungful's of air. As his body began to relax, Derek began to move his fingers, twisting and scissoring them, stretching Spencer.

As he twisted them again, curling them slightly, Spencer suddenly arched off the bed with a cry.

Derek grinned triumphantly. "Found it."

"Shut up and do that again," pleaded Spencer, his voice breathless and full of lust.

Derek found himself hardening more at that voice. He alternated between scissoring his fingers and brushing that spot, adding a third finger eventually, until Spencer was a writhing, moaning mess beneath him. He couldn't wait any longer, and he pulled out his fingers, smiling at Spencer's whine.

He grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a liberal amount on his length. Spencer watched him, his eyes a bit apprehensive. Derek gently grabbed Spencer's legs, hooking them over his shoulders and lining up with his entrance. "Ready?"

Spencer nodded, not trusting his voice.

Derek began to push in, slowly, groaning as the tight heat engulfed him. He paused when he heard Spencer's stifled sob. "It's alright, pretty boy," he soothed, rubbing Spencer's legs gently. "Deep breaths."

Spencer quickly complied, tears misting his eyes. It hurt.

Derek had to bite his lip to keep from just thrusting in in one motion. The kid felt amazing. So tight. He pushed in at an agonizingly slow pace, pausing once he was fully sheathed.

He placed gentle kisses on Spencer's legs, hands still stroking his thighs. "You okay?"

Spencer's eyes were screwed shut, his chest heaving with deep breathes. "G-Give me a minute?" he panted.

"As long as you need," said Derek, reaching a hand down and slowly stroking Spencer's flagging erection.

Spencer moaned, the pain of being stretched mixing with the pleasure of being touched. Slowly, his hips began to thrust up into Derek's hand, and he groaned as he felt Derek's length shift slightly within him. "Move, please," he begged, pushing back with his hips.

Derek didn't need to be told twice. He began a gentle pace, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in. He readjusted Spencer's legs, folding them slightly and pushing in at a new angle that caused Spencer to cry out in pleasure.

"Oh god, please, there! Harder!"

Holding that position, Derek pounded into the lithe body below him. Spencer's high pitched keens filled the room, drowning out the thrum of music drifting up from downstairs. Grabbing Spencer's length again, Derek began stroking it in time with his thrusts. He could tell he wasn't going to last much longer. It had been way too long since the last time he'd had sex to keep it going.

"Derek," whined Spencer, thrusting his hips up for every Derek's down. "Derek, I'm close."

"Me too, pretty boy," grunted Derek, increasing his speed.

Spencer's mouth dropped open in a silent scream as his muscles clenched almost painfully around Derek. He watched in fascination as rope after rope of Spencer's release splashed out on his pale stomach. He thrust a few more times before spilling his own seed deep within the brunette.

Derek collapsed, twisting at the last second so he wouldn't crush Spencer. Spencer mewled as Derek's softening length slid from his body. Derek pulled him to his side, running a hand through sweat dampened brown locks.

"That was…" Spencer paused, searching for the appropriate word.

"Fucking amazing?" provided Derek with a grin.

Spencer laughed, nuzzling into the muscular chest. "That seems to be a rather accurate description," he agreed.

Derek chuckled, stroking the soft hair for a few minutes longer. "Well, come on, pretty boy. I'll help you keep looking for your friend," he said with a sigh.

I hope you enjoyed it. I promise the next time I update, I'll be nicer. If I haven't chased everyone off and people are still interested. Again, I apologize, it's been a long day.