Title: S'Mores
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Warnings: Slash; Established Relationship
Summary: Reid goes with Morgan on a camping trip.
Disclaimer: The only thing of Criminal Minds that I own is the first four seasons on DVD.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to Daisyangel who gave me the prompt for this fic, which is "chocolate" I hope you enjoy the result, it's a little longer than my normal drabble fics. As always, Reviews are welcome and appreciated.
"Why did you make me come again?"
"Because it will do you good to get out in the fresh air."
Spencer and Derek were driving in Derek's SUV towards the Appalachian Mountains for a weekend of deep wood camping and Spencer was not happy about it.
"I can't believe you didn't let me bring a single book." Spencer crossed his arms in the passenger's seat and pouted.
Derek glanced over at him. "If I let you bring a book, you would have finished it within the first five minutes of the trip and then you would have complained about still not having anything to read. There was no way for me to win."
"You could have let me bring more than one." Spencer said while looking out the window.
"Then we wouldn't have had any room for the camping gear." Derek's voice changed to one of almost pleading. "Please try and have a good time, Spence. For me?"
Spencer looked over at him but said nothing.
"Come on Spencer; it'll be fun, we'll sleep in a tent, cook our own food, go hiking in the woods." Spencer's face remained blank as he continued to stare at Derek letting him know he wasn't helping his case. A smirk slowly crept on Derek's face. "We can tell ghost stories around a camp fire."
A glint of excitement sparked in Spencer's eyes. Derek knew he loved anything to do with ghosts. Like the one time they had visited Will in New Orleans with JJ, before he had moved to Quantico, and they had taken a historic ghost tour. Spencer had been absolutely fascinated.
"And for dessert was can cook s'mores," Derek continued. At the mention of the word s'mores a confused look clouded Spencer's face.
"Derek," Spencer said with all sincerity, clearly perplexed. "What's a s'more?"
Derek nearly stomped on the break and stopped the car. "Spencer, you don't know what a s'more is?"
Spencer still looked confused. "Uh, should I?"
Derek shook his head and spoke mostly to himself. "Well I did have to explain the 'sitting in a tree' song."
Spencer blushed. He had felt so dumb after Derek had explained it was a grade school song about people dating.
"It's not a big deal Spence," Derek said not wanting to make Spencer feel bad or upset just because he'd never heard of s'mores. "I was just shocked. I would have thought you'd have come across then in a book or something." Spencer shook his head no, still blushing.
Derek glanced and smiled at him. He reached down and took one of Spencer's hand into his own into an apologetic gesture. "I think you'll like s'mores. It's two graham crackers, a few pieces of melted chocolate, and a marshmallow you've toasted yourself, all made into a little sandwich."
Spencer thought about the concept for a few moments. "Isn't that messy?" he asked.
"Extremely," Derek answered, his smile growing wider. "Spence, just trust me, they are delicious and a lot of fun to make."
Spencer finally cracked a small smile. "Just don't make fun of me when I make them, okay?"
--
Spencer realized by the time he and Derek were ready to cook dinner that the woods weren't quite as bad as he had been lead to believe. Derek had made him put on bug repellent and sunscreen, which were both working. Derek had insisted on putting up the tent by himself, even though Spencer had said it looked like a two man operation. Spencer had then found it very hard not to giggle as Derek spent 20 minutes wrestling with the poles and canvas. Derek had finally given up and asked Spencer to help him. Spencer had then picked the instructions up out of the carrying bag and read through them, suddenly understanding why men never read direction; they didn't make any sense and involved a lot of diagrams that even Spencer with his genius mind couldn't figure out. He'd then tossed them aside and an hour later he and Derek had finally assembled something that resembled a tent.
Derek had shown Spencer how to set up their canvas lawn chairs and how to properly light a campfire. Something he, of course, knew the theory behind but lacked practical knowledge of. By the time they had done all that Spencer was starving.
"So what are we eating? I hope it's not something we have to catch."
Derek laughed and went to the cooler. "Nah, that's for our next excursion. Didn't want to overload that big ole brain." He opened the lid and Spencer peered over his shoulder. There were a couple of liters of soda, some beer, a jar of mayonnaise, and some frozen steaks in ziplock bags. Derek grabbed the jar of mayonnaise, some disposable plates, a bowl, bread, a couple of small cans, and the can opener.
"What are we having?" Spencer asked as Derek handed him the bread and mayo to carry.
"Tuna fish sandwiches. Easy to make and delicious. I figure we'll save the steaks for tomorrow."
Spencer sat quietly as Derek made the sandwiches and was surprised at how tasty they were. He was starting to get excited about making s'mores and telling ghost stories.
Derek suppressed a grin as he got up to throw away the trash. Spencer always got very fidgety when he was excited and at that moment he could barely keep still.
Derek went over to the car and pulled out the graham crackers and marshmallows, but he couldn't seem to find the chocolate. "Hey Spence," he called.
"Yeah?"
"Did you see where we out the chocolate when we packed the car?"
"No."
"Damn," he muttered to himself. You couldn't have s'mores without the chocolate. He started riffling through everything in the car. This was a disaster, Spencer had his hopes set on s'mores and Derek couldn't find the chocolate. How was he going to tell him?
"Did you find everything?" Spencer asked as he came back over to the campfire.
It was Derek's turn to fidget. "I couldn't find the chocolate," he looked away avoiding eye contact.
Spencer wasn't quick enough to hide the look of disappointment that crossed his face and Derek felt awful. It was rare he convinced Spencer to try new thing, especially things he'd never heard of before.
"It's okay Derek," Spencer said trying to hide his disappointment. "We can still roast marshmallows. I've never done that before."
Derek shook his head. "It's not the same. I can't believe I forgot the chocolate." Derek suddenly tensed. "I'm gonna go get some," he said with resolve.
"What? Derek we're out in the middle of nowhere!" Spencer said gesturing around them. "It's not that big of a deal."
"It is a big deal," Derek said. "And I'll go to the convenient store attached to the check-in desk. It should still be open."
Spencer could see there was no point arguing with Derek. It would just turn into a pointless fight that would ruin the whole weekend. "Do you want me to go with you?"
Derek relaxed slightly, glad that Spencer wasn't going to fight him on this. "No, you stay here. I'll be right back. You can use the time to think of a good ghost story to tell me when I get back," Derek teased.
"Ha!" Spencer smiled. "I don't need time to think. I've got a least a hundred of them already in here." He tapped at his temple.
Derek bent over and pressed his lips to the spot Spencer has just been tapping. "See you soon Spence," he said grinning and walking to the car.
--
It had taken Derek longer than either of them had expected for him to run to the campground's general store. The night was pitch black by the time he pulled the SUV up to their campsite.
Spencer who was huddled on his chair, as close to the fire as he could get with being burned, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Derek. Spencer hated the dark and all he could think about was JJ's story about the woods. Spencer didn't really need a vivid imagination to think about the ways people could be tortured, killed, or kidnapped when alone, he saw it in person everyday at work.
"Bought out everything they had." Derek said coming over and holding up a very full plastic bag. "Ready to tell ghost stories and make s'mores now?"
Spencer looked up at Derek like he was crazy. "Uh, can we just make s'mores? I don't think I'm in the mood to tell ghost stories anymore,"
Derek opened his mouth to tease him but abruptly closed it when he noticed the look on Spencer's face. He dropped the bag and knelt next to Spencer's chair. "Are you okay?" He placed his hand on Spencer's knee. "Did something happen?"
"I'm fine. I just don't feel like telling ghost stories anymore." He looked at the bag on the ground and his face lit up again. "Can you teach me how to make s'mores?"
Derek smiled, as he hauled himself to his feet, he rarely got to see childlike excitement light his face, which was ashamed, it was a good look for Spencer. "Come on." He held out his hand for Spencer to take and pulled him to his up. Derek popped open the box of graham crackers and tossed the bag of marshmallows to Spencer who caught them, fumbling.
"Here," Derek hand Spencer a metal rod with two prongs. "I didn't think you'd want a stick."
Spencer placed one marshmallow on each of the prongs and held them over the fire; while Derek assembled the graham crackers, one, of course, with a piece of chocolate resting on it.
"Am I doing this right?" Spencer called over his shoulder. "I feel stupid and nothing is happening."
"Patience," Derek said coming up behind him and slipping his arms around Spencer's waist. "They look fine." He pressed a kiss to Spencer's neck then turned back and continued to place chocolate on graham cracker squares.
"Uh, Derek." Derek turned towards the fire once again. Spencer was standing, wide eyed, staring at two flaming balls of molten sugar.
"Blow it out." He reached and pulled Spencer's hand and the metal prongs away from the fire.
"They were browning—I only looked away for a second—I turned back and they were on fire." Spencer explained as Derek blew out the flaming marshmallows.
"It's okay, Pretty Boy. They're still edible," Derek, said as he picked up two graham crackers off the table and squeezed the marshmallow in between them, leaving a sticky stringy residue behind. "Some people prefer them burnt. Here try it." He held the treat up to Spencer's lips and watched his face intently as he took a bite. The change on Spencer's face was immediate, his eyes closed in pleasure as the flavors hit his taste buds, a lone sound of pleasure escaping his lips.
"See, I told you they were good," Derek said smugly as Spencer ate the rest of the treat from his fingers.
"Mhmm," Spencer mumbled through a mouthful of marshmallow fluff.
Derek made himself one from the other marshmallow as Spencer pulled two fresh ones from the bag and speared them on the pronged fork.
Right after Derek's third s'more, Spencer grabbed his hand and proceeded to lick the sugar and left over melted chocolate from his partner's fingers. All the while looking at Derek with a hungry look in his eyes. As Derek's last digit fell from Spencer's lips, Derek grabbed Spencer and pulled him in for a soul searing kiss, tasting the mixture of chocolate, sugar, and honey, in his mouth.
When they broke for breath, Derek's eyes were dark with lust, his pupils dilated. "I think it's time to go to bed don't you?" he whispered huskily in Spencer's ear making him shiver.
Spencer nodded, somewhat speechless of his own actions that had started this. Derek quickly doused the fire as Spencer grabbed another of the pre-made s'mores and put the unused ingredients back in the car.
"Hey Derek?" Spencer asked as Derek unzipped the tent.
"Yeah?"
"Can we make s'mores every night?" Spencer asked innocently even though his eyes said otherwise.
Derek just laughed as he pulled Spencer into the tent and zipped the flap behind them.