Spencer wakes up in the morning and snuggles against his pillow. He'd been up half of the night trying his hardest not to think. He sits down to write to his mother before he eats a light breakfast. He tells her nothing about work. He already knows she will see through it.
He dresses in a button-down shirt- required even for his position. He adjusts his tie before grabbing his bag and heading for the bus. When he shows up at work and goes directly to the break room for coffee. "Are you supposed to be in here?" Thatcher asks. "Yes. I work here." He answers. The sheriff knocks the cup out of his hand. "Clean it and get your coffee somewhere else. This is for people," he tells Spencer.
Spencer bites his lip and grabs paper towels. Derek Morgan walks in at that moment. "Hey pretty boy. Had an accident?" He questions. Spencer nods without looking up and Thatcher begins to walk out of the room.
Derek gets down on Spencer's level and helps to clean the coffee up. "I'll make you a new cup. How do you take it?" Spencer looks around to see that Thatcher is gone. "I like it very sweet, if you please." Derek begins to stir coffee and creamer into the cup. He makes his own cup with much less sugar. "Do you want to sit down? Looks like you're having a rough day."
Spencer sits down and sips his coffee. Perfect. "What happened?" Derek asks, sounding more serious. He'd watched Spencer the whole time he'd been with him yesterday. He was a very careful, slow to act and quick to think kind of person. "I guess I'm just not awake, " Spencer answers. "That's okay. Some alright coffee might do the trick. I'll see you in a few," he says as he rises to move to his office.
Spencer gulps his coffee and walks to Aaron Hotchner's office. "Spencer, come in." Spencer shuffles into the office trying not to raise suspicion. "Spencer, sit down." Spencer sits in the chair across from him. "How much do you owe for your degree?" He asks. He'd spent the night plagued in guilt. "I owe a little over a hundred thousand, sir." Aaron raises an eyebrow. That is quite a bit to work up to. "Have you got any other help?" Spencer shakes his head. "My mother is in a sanitarium. I'm also paying for that."
Hotch mumbles his understanding. "Sir, I don't want you to feel awkward for this. I don't want there to be tension between us when I start working here as an agent. This is a job for me, and a service for you. I understand that and I don't think anything less of you." Hotch lets out a breath.
Spencer walks up to his desk and looks underneath and then back to him. Hotch scoots his chair out but stops Spencer from kneeling. "I want you to ride me," he says without blinking. His eye contact is too much for Spencer and Spencer looks down. He walks to Hotch and begins to unbuckle his pants. Hotch undoes his pants and watches Spencer. He puts a condom on and lubes his member. Spencer puts his knees on the chair and sits on Aaron's lap. Slowly he fills his self with the other man.
Aaron grips his hips and ruts them together. Instead of pulling out almost all of the way he's massaging the same spot inside of Spencer. He'd tried to be quiet and can't help the little mewls and whimpers that come out of his mouth. Aaron doesn't seem to mind. "More," Spencer gasps. He bounces as fast as he is allowed and whines until he finds completion. Aaron is only moments behind.
He pulls out and Spencer gets up on wobbling legs. He pulls his pants up and falls into the chair beside him. "I just need a minute," he tells Hotch. Hotch has tied the condom up and begun to clean his self off. "I don't mind. If you need anything, Reid. I'm here," he says. Spencer gets up and makes his way to the bathroom to wash up.
He gets a cup of coffee and drinks it quickly. He would next be seeing Derek Morgan. Derek Morgan was easily the most attractive man he'd ever seen. He knocks on the door to his office and enters silently. Derek is on the phone and puts a single finger up to tell Spencer to be silent.
He puts the phone down and smiles. "Hello Spencer. I'm happy to see you..." Spencer blushes and waves back at Morgan. The larger man stands with a flirty smile and pushes Spencer again the door. "How is my little piece of sweet cream feeling today?" He asks. His lips are caressing Spencer's face. He undoes Spencer's shirt and runs his hands along his smooth chest.
Spencer stutters a response of "fine". Morgan kisses his lips with an intensity that Spencer would almost call passion. He holds onto his because he knows if he doesn't, he'll end up on the floor.
Morgan pulls him by his belt to his desk and pushes him to bend over it. "Do you see Rossi, too?" He questions. He's already pulled Spencer's pants off and is putting a condom on and wasting no time. "I can't answer that," Spencer tells him. Derek pushes inside with a growl. Spencer groans and spreads his legs further.
"I bet you do. And I bet he makes you call him daddy. I wonder if Hotch does, too," he says aloud. He's pounding Spencer's hip bones into the border of his desk. "Do you call him daddy or papi? I prefer papi. Let me hear you say it," he demands. Spencer accepts the hand Morgan slips into his. "Papi! God, Derek, papi..." he moans incoherently. Derek drills into him and Spencer cries out.
Derek's hands take his hips and stop them from bashing into the desk. He pulls Spencer close and erupts. Spencer is still pushing back onto him so Derek reaches a hand around and finishes him. Spencer melts in his lap and Derek holds him there until their breathing settles. He pulls Spencer close to him. "I still have twenty minutes. Are you alright with cuddling?"
Spencer nods and puts his arms around Morgan's neck.
He's exhausted when he makes it to J.J.'s office. She's sitting with Garcia, his second to last appointment. "Spencer!" Garcia smiles. J.J. smiles at them. "You see him too?" Garcia blushes a little. "I have him help me with geo profiles. I heard he was a genius. What about you, Preggy-Lou?" J.J. smiles. "Paperwork. We really are terrible people, aren't we?"
Spencer sits down and waits for a portion of paperwork. "Spencer, you're looking a little tired," J.J. mentions. Garcia hums her agreement. "I didn't sleep well. I think it will take a while to get used to this." J.J. smiles. "When is your next appointment?" She asks, sounding every bit like a concerned mother. "Two hours from now," he tells her. Garcia seems to know where this is going and smiles as she stands.
"Spence, why don't you be a doll and take a nap while Garcia shows me some stuff in her cave? I promise we will come get you in an hour and a half, alright?" Spencer blinks at her. "Your paperwork," he argues. "It's almost finished anyways. You really helped me to catch up. Take a nap. We will see you soon," she promises.
They turn the lights out as they leave, but the window is open so there's still light inside the office. He settles onto the couch in the corner of her office and wraps up in the afghan on top of it for a nap.
"I almost don't want to wake him," he hears Garcia say. J.J. is rubbing his shoulder. "It's time for you to wake up. Come on," she coos.
Spencer thanks J.J. and Garcia and heads for the restroom. He washes his face and hands and arranges his hair. He goes into the breakroom carefully and fills a cup of coffee. Morgan chuckles at him as he fills the cup with sugar and cream. "Is that how you're getting all of that energy, pretty boy?" He jokes. Spencer smiles slightly and downs his drink.
Morgan has left the breakroom by the time he's steeled his nerves. He exits the BAU and walks through a different department to Thatcher's door. He knocks for a moment before letting his self inside. Thatcher is sitting at his desk typing something in. He looks at Spencer and smiles. He shuts his computer off and waves him over.
Spencer walks to the man he already fears and stands beside him. "You know, I was talking with Strauss earlier and I asked her what all I could do with you. It seems you left yourself pretty open to everything," he says. Spencer had left his self open. he wasn't sure what he was supposed to put for his hard limits and his soft limits because he wasn't experienced in this matter.
Thatcher backhands him and he snaps his attention to the man. "You will look at me when I'm speaking to you. Do you understand?" He growls. Spencer nods. "The best part about that is that even if you to go her and say anything about what happens in here, even if I hurt you, I won't get in trouble because you never specified that it wasn't okay."
Spencer can feel his legs shaking. "If it's not okay, I'll say that it's not okay and ask you to stop," he says in a small voice. Thatcher stands quickly and grabs him by the hair so he can slam his head down on the desk. "You will not speak unless spoken to! I don't care if what I'm doing to you is killing you. You keep that mouth shut unless I tell you otherwise."
Spencer whimpers. "I am your God now. Get on your knees," he commands. Spencer slides down to be on his knees and looks up at the tall man. Thatcher unzips his pants and Spencer is once again forced to try and swallow him down. "I want you to choke on me," the man says in a husky voice. He pulls Spencer so that he can fully enter his throat.
Spencer gags and tries to move away but Thatcher won't release him. He uses his hands to push the other man away and gasps for air. Thatcher kicks Spencer so that he smashes his head again the desk again. His vision fades in and out. He can feel the carpet burning into his skin while the man atop him fucks him into it.
He tries to rise but he's held down. He cries into the carpet until the pain ends. Thatcher turns him over with a kick to the ribs. "Hurry up and get dressed. You're pathetic," he sneers. Spencer in slurred motion redresses and limps out of the office. He doesn't notice the eyes watching him.
Spencer limps to the tech girl's office and quickly shuts the door behind him. Garcia looks up at him with a gaps. "Baby bunny! What happened to you?" She asks. He sits in her spare chair and puts his face in his hands. "Not everyone here is very nice," he answers. Garcia's face goes all storms. "Is it someone from the BAU?" She asks in such a serious tone that Spencer can't fathom telling her he can't say and just answers that it's someone from a different group.
"I'll bandage you up and then you can rest on the chair, okay? Do you have any other appointments today?" She asks. "I have one more after this. I'm not worried about him," he says softly. She cleans the wounds on his face and gives him some cutsie bandaids. "Do you have any more maps?" He asks, desperately needing to do something mental.
She passes him some papers before returning to her computer screen. He spends the next hour blissfully unaware of the gossip on the outside or the pain coming from his own body.
When the hour is up he hugs the bubbly techie and thanks her for all of her kindness. She offers to spend time with him after work, even going so far as to offer him a ride home but he refuses. No use being a burden on everyone, he figures.
When he enters David Rossi's office the man smiles a smile that would normally creep Spencer out a little. At this moment, it's better than it could be. "Hello pumpkin. What happened to your face?" He asks as he waves Spencer over. Spencer sits on the desk, still embarrassed about playing a part. He understands that Rossi has a strong daddy kink and that the best way to fulfill him is to play along. Hotch was a straight-forward type but he liked the noises Spencer made. He likes to be encouraged that he's doing everything right and well. Derek Morgan is a romantic. Thatcher is just a sadist.
He makes a show of swinging his legs and looks shyly at his hands. "I fell down and got hurt," he answers. He chances a glance at the older man and finds that his pupils are dilated. "Did anyone kiss them better yet?" Rossi asks. Spencer shakes his head. Rossi pulls him close and kisses around the bandaids before going for his mouth.
"Daddy," Spencer whimpers. Rossi pulls him off the desk and to the couch. "You fell down hard, didn't you?" He asks, looking genuinely concerned. Spencer nods. "Lets just cuddle today. My baby," he coos, petting Spencer. "You need rest with wounds like that. Now hush. let daddy make you feel better.
Spencer goes home feeling dizzy. Maybe the head wound was worse than he thought. Everyone has seemed stunned by it. He thought maybe it was the slowly forming black eye, but in their line of work, head wounds probably tended to have more severe cause for alarm.
He takes a cold shower and then a warm bath when he gets home. He tries to eat beans on toast but can't keep it down. He settles on plain toast and curls up to sleep for the night.