Spencer wakes up early the next morning. His stomach is gurgling and his head feels swimmy. He mechanically makes a pot of coffee before starting his day. His phone chirps and he reads it twice. Most of the BAU team is gone investigating a case. He doesn't need to show up for any of their meetings, except for Garcia. He still has to see Thatcher, though.
He dresses nicely and heads to the FBI. He visits Garcia. "There's still a couple of hours before you're required to be here, sugarpop," she says in greeting. Spencer smiles. "I know. The team is out of town, so I'm not meeting with any of them today. I have most of the day free. Do you want some company? I figured I could come by and do paperwork or maps for you."
Garcia shares cookies with him and hands him a pile of paperwork. They work for a couple of hours before they share lunch together. Once lunch is over Spencer gets up. "I'll see you in an hour," he promises. "If you want to go home after your appointment, you can. You've already given me more than an hour today." Spencer smiles and hugs her goodbye.
He makes his way to Thatcher's office and follows the same routine as the day previous. He knocks and then enters, shutting the door behind him. He walks to Thatcher's desk and waits to be noticed. "I'd tell you to suck me off, but I want something that I'll actually enjoy," he says. Spencer bites his lip. "Apologize for not worshiping my dick," he tells Spencer.
Spencer doesn't know what to say. "I... I'm sorry that I'm not proficient in fellatio. You deserve better," he stutters. Thatcher smiles. "We're going to try again. This time, if you don't please me, I'll have to punish you." Spencer is made to crawl under his desk. He unbuckles the mans pants and tentatively licks him. Thatcher grabs his hair and thrusts in his mouth.
"I'm not your girlfriend, faggot. Just suck and do it well." Spencer tries to incorporate all of the things he'd so far learned about fellatio. The man seems to be satisfied with it. He pulls Spencer too deep but Spencer ignores it. Finally he pulls Spencer close, gagging him, but doesn't release. Spencer feels the man finish in his throat and tears back. The rest splatters onto his face.
He leans back in his chair contentedly. "Better. Still not good. Stand up. Lean over in my lap," he tells Spencer. Spencer follows his orders and tries not to fall down when he tears his pants down. "I'm going to spank you. I don't want to hear a peep out of you, do you hear me?" He demands. Spencer nods. The man begins to spank his bare bottom with a startling intensity.
Spencer jerks up at the first hit. He can't help but cry out. Thatcher hits him again. He doesn't give Spencer any breaks between the harsh blows. Spencer is begging for him to stop. He's thrown into the floor. "I said not to make a peep. Do you not understand what I'm saying?" Spencer scampers back but Thatcher kicks him in the face.
Spencer curls up in his side. "Please," he begs. "I'm sorry. Please stop," he cries. Thatcher snorts. "You are all the same. You're weak. You're a stupid, little whore. Get out of my office. Your face is starting to repulse me," he says. Spencer pulls his pants up and wipes his face before leaving the office in a hurried fashion.
He takes Garcia up on her offer to take the day off. He goes home and takes a cool bath to soothe his body. He rests his face on his knees and sighs. He is not good at this. He doesn't know how much longer he can continue on this path. His phone chirps and he gets out of his bath to answer it.
It's a text from Agent Hotchner. "We have arrived back in town safely. The team is going to out celebrate. Would you care to join?" Spencer bites his lip. He's socially awkward and not really good at fun, but it beats sitting here feeling more suicidal every moment.
He responds that he would be honored and asked where he should meet them. He says that agent Morgan is already on the way to pick him up. Spencer runs to the bedroom to find clothing.
He hears knocking three minutes and twenty-seven seconds after he finishes getting ready. He opens the door when he confirms that it's agent Morgan. The agent whistles at his appearance. "Damn pretty boy. How am I supposed to function with you around looking like this?" He questions flirtily. Spencer blushes. Derek pushes him the last few inches into the wall behind him and kisses him softly.
Spencer wraps his arms around the larger man's neck and pulls him closer. Derek grabs his hips and holds him close. Spencer winces and Derek releases him. "Did I hurt you?" He asks. Spencer's face burns with shame and embarrassment. He doesn't know how to be sly and get through this. "I was spanked... I'm just... My skin is still tender," he admits.
Derek raises an eyebrow. "Turn around," he says. Spencer turns and allows Derek to pull his pants down. He grits his teeth and waits for a reaction. Smooth hands move up and down the abused skin before the pants come back up. "Baby, who did that to you?" He questions. Spencer turns. "I'm not allowed to say." Morgan kisses him again, careful this time of the aching skin on the skinny man.
"It wasn't one of my team, right?" He asks. Spencer shakes his head. Morgan kisses him again before leading him out the door.
They go to a club that is just loud enough to be filled with music but not so loud that, off of the dance floor, they can't talk. The girls take Rossi to the dance floor and leave Hotch and Derek with Spencer. Hotch clears his throat. "I'm sorry to bring up work, but I think it would be best if you can to my office early tomorrow morning," Hotch says. Spencer blushes and nods his head.
"I want you to fill out some paperwork stating that anyone that books appointments with you will not be allowed to harm you. Is that acceptable?" Spencer smiles softly and nods. Derek buys Spencer some drinks and they take their shots together quickly. Derek kisses the younger man's mouth and Hotch watches with a frown.
"Morgan, step away from the table," he says. Derek looks surprised but seems to understand as he walks to the bar to get more drinks. "Spencer, you are off duty, so to speak. If anyone does anything that you don't like, you need to report it. He doesn't have any right to touch you if you don't want it on a personal level." Spencer is blushing.
"I don't mind, sir. It's... I'm a little... Public things are a little embarrassing. That's all," he takes another sip of his girly drink. Hotch smiles a bit. He waves Morgan back over. "Everything dandy?" He questions setting drinks down for the three of them. "Everything is good," Hotch answers with a smile.
Morgan smiles at Spencer. Rossi comes to the table and extends a hand to Spencer. Spencer is taken to the dance floor to dance with Rossi. He holds Spencer close and pets his hair. "I see that you and Morgan are close," he says. Spencer blushes and leans against the older man. There was something comforting about him.
"He's a good guy. He will treat you well," Spencer looks at Rossi questioningly. "But he's a good friend of mine, so if you are serious, you need to be serious. Don't play him, because you'll break his heart." Spencer leans back against the man and dances. When the song ends Hotch takes Spencer in his arms.
"I'm jealous that Derek was the one to catch your affections first. I'm sure David feels the same way," he admits. Spencer giggles and holds on to the older man. "But you picked a good man, and I think he did too. If you ever need anything, you've got a family in us."
Derek takes him next. Spencer is loose with alcohol and hangs on the stronger man. "Do you like me?" Spencer asks. Derek kisses the smaller man's neck. "I might have a liking for you. I think this is a conversation better suited for when we're sober," he says. Spencer smiles up at him and lets his body sway completely out of rhythm with the music but in sync with Derek.