Whoa, long chapter. I thought about splitting it into two, but figured I'd have angry readers hunting me down if I put the Bet in the next one. *laugh*

I think I had way too much fun with the beginning part. XD I hope you like it. I know a lot of you have been asking and waiting for it. And the Bet. The chapter's long enough, so I'll keep this short and let you read.

"Derek?" asked Spencer quietly, breath puffing against the other man's neck as he spoke. "Can we… do something?"

Derek glanced down at the mop of curls tucked under his chin. "We are doing something. We're having movie night," he replied, pointing to The Empire Strikes Back playing on the screen. Spencer had been surprised Derek owned the Star Wars VHS tapes. Derek didn't tell him he had bought them from someone after Spencer had moved in.

Spencer sat up, but stared down at his lap. "No, I mean, can we do something more… you know."

"More what?" asked Derek, confused.

Spencer's ears and the back of his neck flushed scarlet. "You know, something… intimate."

Derek grinned. "Does my pretty boy want some lovin'?" he chuckled, tilting Spencer's chin up.

Spencer's blush deepened. "I-I've been waiting, hoping you would initiate something. I've been g-gratifying myself every day in the shower and when I'm waiting for you to come home from work, and the other day I-I was late for class because I saw you across campus and I went to the bathroom and…"

Derek's grin widened. "Spencer, you jacked off at school?"

Spencer buried his face in his hands.

Derek laughed, rubbing his back. "How long have you been waiting, and why didn't you say anything?"

"Since you gave me that scarf at Christmas," said Spencer, lowering his hands. "And I didn't know if you w-wanted to do anything with me. But these stupid hormones are driving me crazy a-and I just want… well, you."

Derek leaned forward, kissing Spencer deeply. "You got me," he whispered against his lips.

Spencer whimpered and quickly climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs, and hungrily kissing him. Derek was a bit surprised, but responded eagerly, untucking Spencer's shirt and running his hands up the warm skin of his back. Spencer arched into the touch, moaning into Derek's mouth. Derek gasped as Spencer ground his hips down and he broke from the kiss to suck on the pale neck before him, Spencer tilting his head to the side to grant him better access.

The slighter man grounding their hips together harshly had Derek panting and he yanked the shirt over Spencer's head, forgoing the buttons, before reaching down to hurriedly undo his khakis. Spencer quickly pulled Derek's shirt off and stood, shedding his pants and briefs as Derek shimmied out of the rest of his clothes. Spencer climbed back into his lap, back arching as Derek wrapped a dark hand around his slim length. He bucked his hips up into the contact, gasping as Derek grabbed his ass with his other hand, fingertips toying with his entrance.

"Spencer," said Derek hoarsely, placing a sloppy kiss to his thin chest. "Need to move this to the bedroom. No lube out here."

Spencer groaned, reaching under the couch pillow beside them and pulling out a bottle of lube.

Derek laughed as Spencer yanked his hand from behind him, spreading the gel on his long, dark fingers. "You had this planned."

Spencer snapped the bottle closed and tossed it beside them on the couch, returned Derek's fingers to his entrance. "You were taking too long making popcorn," he said, moaning as Derek slid a finger in.

Derek was gentle, remembering this was only Spencer's second time. "Maybe I should always take longer to make food," he said teasingly.

Spencer whimpered as he slid in another finger. Derek stilled them until Spencer relaxed and pushed back on them. Preparing him took less time this time, Spencer eagerly taking three fingers, pushing his hips back on them desperately.

"Please, Derek," he pleaded. "Need more." He snatched up the lube, suckling on Derek's neck as he slicked up his long, thick manhood. Derek groaned at the feel of those cool hands sliding against his heated flesh. "Please, Derek," repeated Spencer.

He didn't need any more incentive. He pulled his fingers from that tight heat, Spencer whining at the loss, before dark hands grasped narrow hips, lining his erection up. He held Spencer steady as he sank down on him, gasping as his warm heat engulfed him. He was about halfway in when Spencer whimpered, this time in pain. He tightened his grip on his hips, holding him in place even as Spencer tried to take him in further.

"Relax, baby," said Derek gently. "Don't push yourself. Take what time you need."

Spencer nodded, rocking his hips a bit, groaning as Derek's length brushed that spot within him, pushing his hips back a little and taking him in further. After a couple minutes, he was fully seated, head resting on Derek's shoulder, panting, enjoying the sensation of being so filled. He moaned as Derek thrust up gently.

Spencer sat up, bracing his hands on the back of the couch. He lifted his hips slightly and dropped back down, back arching. He started a steady rhythm, his skin feeling as if it were on fire from where Derek's hands held his hips, helping to steady his motions. He gazed at the other man through half-lidded eyes, licking his lips at the sight of Derek with his head thrown back over the couch, lips parted as he breathed heavily. Spencer clenched his inner muscles, watching in fascination as Derek's entire body shook. He cried out as Derek growled, holding his hips tight and thrusting up into him hard.

He clutched Derek's shoulders, nails breaking dark skin, head thrown back and mouth open in a silent scream. Derek's length seared over his prostate, and stars popped in Spencer's vision, his entire body tingling with pleasure. He reached down a shaky hand, stroking his straining erection, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. He couldn't believe he had waited so long to do this again. He forgot how much he loved the intimacy, the passion. He felt whole, complete, in this moment, and he wished it would never end. His entire body quivered, muscles tight, toes curled. He gasped as Derek's eyes snapped open, staring into his own. Derek reached up a hand, yanking Spencer down and engaging him in a fiery kiss. Spencer couldn't hold back anymore. He keened as his release splashed out between them, his voice mixing with the sounds of the lightsaber duel on the forgotten movie behind him.

Spencer collapsed against Derek, whimpering as the other man's hips thrust erratically up into him. He could feel Derek shaking, and mewled as he felt a splash of heat release inside of him. Derek wrapped his arms around him tight, holding their sweat-slick bodies together as they tremored with the aftershocks of pleasure, both panting softly. Spencer wiggled his hips, snuggling down, feeling Derek's softening length still inside him.

Derek's voice was hoarse as he spoke. "Anytime you want to do that is fine with me."

Spencer laughed breathlessly. "Good, 'cause we're doing that much more often."

"Agreed." Derek nuzzled his nose into Spencer's damp hair.

"I think we should go clean up," said Spencer.

Derek tightened his grip. "In a bit."

Spencer made no move to get up.

….

Spencer was true to his word. They did do it much more often. Derek joined him in the shower every morning, the water usually running cold before they actually got around to washing up. If they were both home in the middle of the day, they planned their activities accordingly with the amount of time they had. And of course, there was always the hours before they went to bed. Well, before they went to sleep, anyway.

Spencer had another doctor's appointment. He and Derek watched the monitor in fascination as they heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time. And, though he would deny it, Derek even squealed a little as the baby's tiny arms and legs moved. The doctor had been pleased with the baby's development and the amount of weight Spencer was gaining, with help of Derek's cooking. Spencer was a nervous when the doctor told him he may begin to feel the baby moving within the next month. He didn't want to feel something moving inside of him. It took many hours and a tub of chocolate ice cream for Derek to calm Spencer down that night. And he made sure to stock up on chocolate ice cream after that.

It was Saturday afternoon and Spencer was wandering around the kitchen, looking for something to snack on. He had finished his jar of pickles last night, and Derek was bringing more home after work. But Spencer was hungry now.

He had just discovered a half-full bag of chips when there was a knock at the door. "It's open," he called.

A few seconds later, Tony walked into the kitchen. "Hey, Spencer."

"Hello," mumbled Spencer around a mouthful of chips, blushing.

Tony laughed. "Cravings?" Spencer nodded. "My sister was like that when she was pregnant. She kept having her husband pick up strange combinations of food."

Spencer swallowed the chips. "Derek's bringing me pickles. And Bugles."

Tony chuckled. "So Derek's not here."

"No. He'll be back in-" Spencer glanced at the clock. "-about an hour."

"Okay," said Tony. "It alright if I wait here?"

Spencer nodded. "Of course." He wasn't close to Derek's friends, but over the last couple months, he had grown comfortable with them.

"Thanks." Tony pulled out on of the island stools and sat down. Spencer leaned against the counter, eating another handful of chips. He could feel Tony eyeing his stomach, which was beginning to be visible under his shirt.

"How far are you now?" asked Tony. "Four months?"

"Three and a half," said Spencer, digging into the bottom of the bag and discovering only crumbs left. He pouted as he peered into the empty bag.

"Are you and Derek gonna find out if it's a boy or girl?"

Spencer dropped the bag on the counter. "I don't know yet," he admitted. "I know Derek really wants to keep this baby, but I'm still not sure. "Spencer glanced at the floor. "That probably makes me sound like an awful person."

"No." Tony shook his head. "I think most people could understand where you're coming from. At least, others our age. Having a kid is a big decision. You're smart to be thinking about it." Tony smiled at him. "And I know Derek will go with any decision you make. I've never seen him like this with anyone."

Spencer smiled back. "Really?"

"Yeah, he's crazy about you."

Spencer blushed again. "I really like him too," he said softly.

Tony nodded. "We can all see it. You know, we were kind of surprised that you stayed with Derek even with the bet."

Spencer furrowed his brow. "What?" he asked, confused.

"I mean, it wasn't anything about you personally, we could tell you were a good person," continued Tony, misunderstanding his confusion. "We just thought when Derek told you about the bet and the party, that you would leave his ass in a heartbeat." Tony's chuckle trailed off as he noticed the look on Spencer's face. "Shit." He stood up quickly. "Spencer-"

"Derek was bet to sleep with me?" asked Spencer shakily, eyes watering with barely suppressed tears.

Tony quickly shook his head. "No, it wasn't like that," said Tony hurriedly, as Spencer pushed past him. "Wait, it wasn't like that!"

Spencer ignored him, rushing from the apartment.

….

"I'm home," called Derek, stepping into the apartment, setting the grocery bag down as he shrugged out of his coat. "Spencer?" He moved into the kitchen, hearing a movement. "Hey, Tony," he said happily. His smile faded as he saw the look his friend gave him. "Where's Spencer?" he asked nervously.

Tony stood. "I'm so sorry, man," he said, quietly. "I thought he knew."

Derek's chest tightened. "Knew what?"

"The bet, the party."

Derek felt like he couldn't breathe. "You told him?"

"I'm so sorry, man," repeated Tony.

"Where is he?" asked Derek, his voice hoarse.

"I don't know. He left the apartment, but he didn't put his shoes or coat on." Tony dug into his pocket, walking forward and handing something to Derek. He gave him a pat on the shoulder, apologizing one more time, and then left.

Derek stared down at the small, burgundy box. He quickly stuffed it in his own pocket and ran out the door and down the hall. He pounded on a familiar door. "Liz," he called. "Liz, let me in! I know he's in there." He stepped back as he heard the lock click and the door swung open. "Liz, I-"

Derek's head snapped to the side and his cheek stung. He gingerly touched the throbbing skin, staring down at the small, young, blonde woman, her face livid, her hand still raised.

"Derek Morgan," she hissed. "What have you done to that poor boy? He has been crying for an hour and he won't tell me what happened, just that it's all over."

Derek felt his stomach plummet and he had to grab the door frame to keep steady. "No," he breathed, staring past her into the apartment.

Liz's face softened a little and she lowered her hand. "Whatever you have done, you ought to be ashamed of yourself."

Derek nodded. "I am."

"That boy loves you dearly, and he deserves to be treated right."

"I know."

"Do you love him?"

"I do," answered Derek, no hesitation, no uncertainty. Just truth.

Liz nodded. "You had better fix this, Derek," she said, staring at him.

"I will," answered Derek with a firm nod, matching her stare.

"You better," she said lowly. "Or I will make it so you can never have kids again," she threatened.

Derek gulped, believing her.

Liz moved past him into the hall. "He's locked himself in the bedroom," she said. "I'll wait in your apartment. Fix this."

Derek nodded, rushing into the apartment and down the short hall, pausing at the door as he heard hoarse sobs on the other side. He knocked softly. "Spencer," he called.

The sobs became muffled, as if covered by hand or pillow.

"Spencer, please," pleaded Derek. "I need to talk to you. I need to explain."

There was quick footsteps and a click before the door was yanked open a bit, just enough for Spencer to look through. Derek's heart clenched at the sight of him; eyes red and irritated from crying, cheeks blotchy and puffy, tears still running down them.

"What is there is explain?" he said, voice raspy and weak. "You slept with me on a bet."

"No." Derek shood his head. "I lost a bet."

Spencer's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, before he slammed the door shut, locking it again.

Derek groaned, leaning his forehead on the door. "That came out wrong," he said. He held back tears of his own as he heard Spencer resume sobbing. "Please, Spencer. Please, just let me in. I need to explain. Please." His voice broke as a sob of his own escaped. "Please, let me in."

He held his breath as he heard a click. After a few seconds of nothing happening, he tried the handle, turning and opening the door. He stepped in, staring across the room.

Spencer was curled up at the head of the bed, body trembling, tears streaming down his face, arms cradling his stomach. Derek hurried forward, reaching out.

"Don't touch me," snarled Spencer, scooting back.

Derek's arms dropped to his sides as he stared at him sadly. He fell to his knees beside the bed, looking up at him.

"I thought you were different," said Spencer softly, shakily. "I thought you actually liked me. But you lied to me. You took advantage of me." His teary gaze fell on Derek. "I trusted you. I let my guard down and fell for you. But you're just like everyone else. You broke my heart, Derek."

Derek's shoulders shook and his own tears rolled down his face. "Spencer, I mess up," he said, voice hoarse. Spencer averted his gaze. "I lied to you, and there is no excuse for that. But I didn't sleep with you because of the bet. My friends and I do this immature thing. If one of us loses a bet, we go to a party or bar, and the others chose someone the loser has to spend the rest of the time with. We only have to talk to them, hang out with them. Yes, they picked you. But, when I looked over at you and you were looking at me, I felt… My stomach felt funny, and my heart beat faster, and, this may sound cheesy, but it was like you were the only other person in the room."

Derek glanced up, seeing Spencer watching out of the corner of his eye. "I should have taken things slowly. I should have just talked to you that night, asked you on a couple dates. But, damn, pretty boy, your just so tempting and addicting. I thought I could stop at kissing, but… I got carried away. And I'm sorry if you felt pressured. If promise, if you told me to stop, I would have. I always will. Never feel like you have to do something." Derek stressed that part, pushing down the inner demons it stirred up. "And afterword, I didn't know what to do. I had never felt that way about anyone. You can ask my friends, I was distracted and miserable, trying to think of a way to see you again and worrying that I never would. I only found out your name. I didn't even know if you were a student here or if you were just visiting. I couldn't remember seeing you on campus, and I tried looking you up in the phonebook, but obviously, you aren't local. And then you walked into that bar, I was so excited. But you looked so scared and uncertain, I just wanted to hold and protect you. And then you told me about the baby…"

Spencer was now turned toward him, staring him in the eye.

"I should have told you about the bet," said Derek softly. "But I was scared. I had gotten my pretty boy and I was scared I would lose you." His voice cracked at the thought he may have now really lost him. He took a shuddering breath, swiping at the tears clouding his vision. "And that thought hurt, so bad. I love you and to imagine I would never see you again... I just can't." Derek buried his face in the comforter, silently crying.

It was silent for a few minutes before Spencer spoke. "Did you mean it?" he asked quietly.

Derek glanced up, brow furrowed.

Spencer kept his face neutral, despite his racing heart. "You said you love me."

A smile crossed Derek's face, and Spencer had no doubt it was genuine. "Yeah, I mean it." Derek straightened up. "I didn't understand my feelings at first. But my mama knew, and she helped me understand."

Spencer blushed lightly. "Your mom knew?"

"She said she could tell from the way I look at you, care for you, and how I smile every time you're mentioned."

Spencer was losing the struggle to keep his expression blank. "Really?" he asked, a tone of hope leaking into his voice.

Derek nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the small box. "I had planned to take you out to a nice dinner and give you this tonight. I was so angry when they scheduled to me to work today, even though I requested it off. Tony offered to pick this up for me, so I would have it for tonight."

"Why?"

"'Cause I wanted tonight to be romantic and perfect."

Spencer just stared.

"It's Valentine's Day, pretty boy," said Derek with a grin.

Spencer blushed again. "Oh."

Derek held out the box. Spencer eyed him, before slowly reaching out and taking it. He pulled the lid off with trembling fingers. His eyes widened as he peered in and he pulled out a simple silver ring on a simple silver chain.

Derek shifted on his knees. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to wear a ring, so I put it on a chain. And this way you can read the inscription."

"Inscription?" Spencer glanced up at Derek, who nodded. Spencer turned the ring in his fingers until the light reflected off the engraved surface inside. His eyes watered at the words.

Love you, pretty boy.

Spencer's lower lip trembled as he clutched the ring to his chest. "I love you too, Derek," he said, a sob bursting from his lips.

Derek slowly reached out a hand, and when Spencer clasped it tightly and nodded, Derek clambered onto the bed and wrapped him in a tight embrace. Spencer sobbed into his shoulder and Derek's own tears fell into his soft, brown locks. They sat curled up together for a long time, until Spencer's harsh cried dwindled to hiccoughs and sniffles.

Spencer turned his head to speak. "I love you, Derek, I do. But I'm still hurt. And my trust in you has been shaken."

Derek nodded sadly. "I know. And I'm going to do everything in my power to make it up to you and earn your trust again."

"…Did you bring my pickles?" asked Spencer.

Derek gave a small laugh. "Yeah. Three jars."

Spencer hummed, snuggling closer to Derek. "That's a start."

"Would a romantic dinner, a hot bubble bath, and a massage help more?"

"It wouldn't hurt."

Derek pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "We better go back to our apartment and let Liz have hers."

"She wanted to castrate you, you know," said Spencer, sitting up and looking at him.

Derek winced. "I know, she threatened."

"She was going into great detail about how she would accomplish it."

Derek's wince deepened, his hand covering his groin.

Spencer leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Don't worry, as long as you behave, I'll keep her in check," he said.

Derek reached out, gently taking the chain and sliding it over Spencer's head, the ring softly falling to rest on his chest. "Deal," he agreed. He stood and helped Spencer from the bed. He pressed a deep kiss to Spencer's lips. "I love you, pretty boy," he whispered against his lips.

Spencer wrapped his arms around him. "I love you too."

Aww. So the Bet is revealed. Derek's gonna have to work extra hard to... ah, who am I kidding? They're made for eachother, nothing could ever tear them apart.

I almost stopped it at Spencer leaving their apartment, but I figured then you guys would want to castrate me... Other than, ya know, I'm a girl so that's not possible... You could cut my boobs off, but I'd have to thank you then. *shrug* Anyway, if I waited too much longer, the whole Valentine's thing would be really late. I wasn't planning that at first, or the ring thing. I came up with that because I needed a reason for Tony to come to the apartment. And then I was debating between making it Spencer's birthday or Valentine's day. But, having suffered through many an awful birthday, I couldn't do that to someone else, real or fictional. So I made it an awful Valentine's day instead. (Which ironically for me, if I have a bad day of one, it's also a bad day of the other).

Also, when I was originally planning this story out, in my mind it was Garcia who lived down the hall. But then the other week I had this fantastic scene for the end of the story pop into my head, but it required Garcia to have never met either of them. So that's how Liz came into existence.

Haven't typed the next chapter, but spring break starts tomorrow, and I have it written in my head, so I shall hopefully get it typed in the next week.

Since this was longer and had the things you've been waiting for, can I get lots of super lovely reviews? *Spencer puppy-dog eyes* Pwease?

Love ya!