Spencer wakes up and runs to the bathroom to throw up, but he's not in his room and he doesn't know where the bathroom is. He stumbles to his knees and dry heaves once before puking in the floor. "Ah, pretty boy. Did you just get sick in my floor?" Spencer groans and doubles over to rest his head on the carpet. Derek rubs his warm hands on Spencer's cold back.
"Come on. I'll run you a bath," he offers. Spencer follows Derek into his bathroom and sits on the edge of the bath before getting sick again. Derek begins the bath and rubs his back until he's stopped puking. He helps Spencer into the tub and says that he will be right back. Spencer rinses his mouth out and rubs water on his face. How much had he had to drink last night?
Derek comes back with a bottle of water and some pills. He tells Spencer to put his tongue out and deposits the pills and then hands him the bottle. "You're kind of a lightweight aren't you?" Derek asks. Spencer nods sadly. His head hurts. Derek kisses his temple and scrubs the smaller man's back. When Spencer's stop trembling he drains the tub and helps Spencer stand.
"Let's share a shower," Derek says. Spencer blinks, face a little more blushed, and agrees. He steps out of the way and Derek turns the water on and allows it to adjust. He undresses easily and gets in. Spencer looks his body over in a sense of awe. He's beautiful. He could easily have been a model if he'd not gone into law enforcement.
He pulls Spencer close and kisses him. "I just puked. You shouldn't kiss me." Derek does it again with a smile. "Let me wash your hair," he says. Spencer ducks his head a little to make it easier for him. Derek's fingers massaging his scalp are unlike anything he's ever felt. This might be his favorite sensation. When he's rinsed his hair he pulls Derek in for a deep kiss.
"Take me to bed. I want... I need you," he says, eyes so honest that Derek almost can't help but chuckle. He turns the water off and runs a towel through Spencer's hair. He takes Spencer's hand and leads him back to the bedroom. He lays the younger man down lovingly and joins him on the bed. He rests between his spread legs and ruts gently against him.
They're interrupted by Spencer's phone. He reaches over to the night stand and answers is hurriedly. "Reid," he says. "Reid, this is Hotch. Can you still make it in early? The sooner the papers are turned in the better." Spencer sits up a bit. "Of course sir. I'm on the way right now," he half lies. Hotch smiles. "Thank you. And please tell agent Morgan not to be late today." Spencer smiles at Derek and agrees.
"I need to go in so that Hotch can help me fill out paperwork," Spencer says. Derek sighs but is smiling. "And he says not to be late today." Derek gets up and pulls Spencer up next. "Man, I'm always on time... Almost," he complains. They get dressed in companionable silence and Derek drives them both to work.
Spencer knocks on the door to Hotch's office. He enters and closes the door. "How are you feeling?" Hotch asks. Spencer bites his lip. "I was a bit sick when I woke up. I'm kid of a lightweight. I feel a lot better now," he answers honestly. Hotch motions for him to sit and leaves to get them both a cup of coffee. He makes Spencer's too sweet- Just the way Spencer likes it.
"Alright. It was brought to my attention that one of the people you have appointments with is being overly physical," Hotch says in the kindest terms. Spencer nods. "He hits me... And when I ask him to stop he doesn't listen. He said he won't get in trouble so he doesn't care." Hotch grits his teeth. He knew who Spencer was seeing. Those were the perks of being his supervisor.
He begins to write on the paper. "I'm going to write down that anyone that books an appointment with you must wear protection, may not hit you unless specifically authorized and must obey oral or physical commands to stop or slow. Is there anything else?" Spencer closes his eyes and thinks of the things he had researched that he wanted no part of and begins to tell them to Hotch.
By the time he's done Hotch has an eyebrow raised at the list. "He hasn't tried this stuff, has he?" Spencer shakes his head. "I did research so that there wouldn't be any chance for loopholes. If anything else happens that I haven't thought of... I can add it to this right?" He asks in a small voice. "Of course. Your body belongs to you."
Spencer smiles and waits in the office for Hotch to file and bring the paperwork to Strauss. She will have to give each of his appointments a copy before the start of the workday. Hotch returns with his own copy and puts it in his filing cabinet. Spencer is still sitting in his chair. "It's a little earlier, sir... But do you want me to..." He motions to Hotch without finishing the sentence.
Hotch nods. He'd thought about Spencer for a better part of the night. "What do you want me to do?" Spencer asks softly. Hotch stands and pulls the boy close. He kisses him and Spencer kisses back and wraps his arms around Hotch's neck. Hotch hastily pulls Spencer's pants completely off and his own down partially. He pushes Spencer against a wall and slowly eases his way inside.
Spencer mewls and claws at his back. It's these sounds that haunt his dreams. He thrusts into his tiny love and listens to him whine. He doesn't slow. Spencer's vocal encouragement what really sets him off. He wonders what Spencer would sound like at home, where he doesn't have to worry about being too loud. "Oh God, sir," Spencer moans.
He bites down on Hotch's neck and cums hard. Hotch speeds up in his tight body and finishes. He slowly lets Spencer down and kisses along his neck. "Oh God, Spencer," he whispers. Spencer's legs feel weak and he holds onto Hotch. "Sir..." Spencer says. Hotch helps him to a chair. "You're so beautiful," he says. Spencer blushes.
He sits at his desk again. "It's only ten minutes after nine. If you want to lay down and rest until your next appointment, I'll be quiet." Spencer smiles and pulls his clothes back on before getting on Hotch's couch and covering up to nap.
Hotch wakes him up with a gentle rub and a smile. "It's time to get up. Would you like a cup of coffee?" He asks. Spencer nods and sits up. Hotch brings him a coffee and sits next to him. Spencer smiles and takes a large drink. "Spencer... Be safe, alright?" Spencer tilts his head. "He's going to have gotten your new rules by now. If he does anything... I want you to get me."
Spencer agrees and gets up to go to the restroom to prepare to see Derek Morgan.
Spencer enters Derek's office and closes the door. Derek has a soup expression on his face. "Are you alright?" Spencer asks. Derek nods but his face still looks tense. Spencer walks to him and bites his lip. "I'm really not in the mood right now," he admits. "I can help you with your paperwork," Spencer offers.
Derek hands him a large stack of paperwork and Spencer takes it to a corner of the office to work on it silently. When his fifty minutes is up he takes the paperwork back to Morgan. "This is the worked," he says laying most of the paper in one pile. "This is what I couldn't finish," he says laying much fewer papers to the other side.
Derek stands with a small smile on his face. He takes Spencer into his arms and pulls him close. "Thank you Spencer. I'm sorry if I was snapping." Spencer snuggles close to him. He'd been looking forward to seeing his... his crush... all day. It was a little disappointing that he'd not wanted to be close, but it doesn't matter. He needs to make sure he's still separating work with his personal feelings.
Derek kisses his mouth softly. "So gorgeous. You're absolutely perfection, Spencer. Did you know that?" Spencer smiles shyly at him. "Are you busy after work, Pretty Boy?" Spencer shakes his head. He shyly puts his hair behind his ear. "Do you want to, you know... Do a real date? We could go out to dinner and then see a movie."
Spencer looks down at his shoes. "I... I have social anxiety... Maybe, maybe we could go to my house and order something? We could watch a movie, too. There. If you want," he stutters awkwardly. Derek smiles. "That sounds good baby. Sounds nice," he smiles. "I'll head to your house at eight." Spencer walks out of his office with a bright smile on his face.
When he makes it to J.J.'s office she's sitting up and waiting for him. Garcia and the new woman, Prentiss, are there also. "We want all of the details!" They say. Spencer blushes bright. "I... I can't tell you about other appointments. I'm sorry," he answers. "
"Oh, we know that," Garcia says with a sly look. "But Derek took you home from the club, which means you can give us details about that." Spencer bites his lip and sits. "We didn't do anything. I was very drunk and he is a gentleman. He put me to bed and we cuddled. When I woke up I puked in his bedroom floor and he washed my hair. Uhm, he kissed me... That was really nice," he admits.
The girls are all smiling and giggling. "Are you going to see him outside of work? Like, date him?" J.J. asks. Spencer nods. "We're going on a date tonight," he says. The girls squeal and it causes Spencer to jump. "Alright, we'll let you have your turn with him," Garcia jokes. She and Prentiss leave the office and J.J. splits the paperwork up between them.
He walks to Thatcher's office and takes a deep breath before entering. Thatching is sitting at his desk, as usual. "Ah, Spencer. Come in. Sit down," he says. Spencer sits in the chair near the desk. "I received your paperwork earlier." Spencer bites his lip. "I was told that if I disobey your demands I will lose my privileges with you," he says.
Spencer doesn't know what to say to him. "So, if I ask, then I can hit you?" Spencer opens his mouth for a second and closes it. "Hit me... how?" Thatcher stands and walks behind Spencer's chair. He runs his rough hands around Spencer's neck. "I want to spank you. I promise I won't hit you as hard as last time." Spencer nods gently.
Thatcher helps him to stand and kisses the side of his neck. He runs his hands softly under Spencer's shirt. "Get undressed," Michael says. Spencer removes his top and sets it on the chair. He pulls his pants and boxers off next and fold them onto the chair. He feels embarrassed to be nude in front of this man. "Bend over my desk, dear," he says.
Spencer bends over the desk and keeps his peripheral vision on Thatcher. Thatcher rubs his hands on Spencer's backside. "Count them. I'm going to ten." Spencer tries to relax as he waits for the blows. The first one stings but it doesn't hurt. It comes again and again. He counts aloud and tries to make no other noise. He gets to ten and all but melts onto the desk.
Thatcher sits in the chair and tells Spencer to suck him. Once he's finished he's sent on his way.
Garcia is waiting for him. "Did that bastard hurt you?" Spencer blinks. "Nothing I didn't consent to," he answers honestly. "We did some digging and traced your schedule. I know you see him right before you see me. What did he do to you?" Spencer blushes. "Normal stuff. I promise," Spencer answers. Garcia doesn't believe him but stops pushing.
David Rossi smiles when he enters the office. "I got you some coffee," he says. Spencer smiles brightly. "Sit down... I think we should chat." Spencer sits nervously. "Spencer... Are you sure you're going to be able to separate this job from the job you're going to have?" Spencer nods. "I understand how it is now. I know what my job here is, and I'm not going to hold it against any of you."
Rossi blushes a little. "I read your paper... It mentioned that specific things could be... asked about," he says. Spencer nods. "I was wondering... If I were to bring clothes... Uhm, costumes, if you will, if you would consider wearing them for me?" Spencer smiles. "Of course. And I'll never say a word about it." Rossi smiles and beckons him closer.
Spencer sits in his lap and kisses the older man. "Figlio, dimmi che mi vuoi," he whispers to a whimpering Spencer. Spencer is gripping his back. "I like it daddy. I need you," Spencer moans. Rossi bites Spencer hard on the neck when he comes. Spencer follows and covers his hand with his spent.
When they're dressed Rossi frowns at him. "Spencer, mi tesoro," he says. Spencer stops and cocks his head. He rubs his thumb on Spencer's neck. "I left a mark." Spencer feels the indents in his neck. "It's alright. I'm not worried," he smiles. Rossi kisses him goodbye and he leaves the office. He gathers his things and heads to the bus station.
It's only five when Spencer gets home. He takes a shower and gets into bed to cat nap. He wakes to someone knocking on his door. He opens his eyes blearily and gropes for his glasses. He notices that it's much darker outside than it was when he fell asleep. his clock mocks him in saying that it's almost thirteen minutes after eight.
He jumps up and runs to the door. He unlocks it hurriedly and is face to face with a worried Derek Morgan. "You alright pretty boy?" Derek asks. He nods. "I fell asleep. I'm so sorry. I didn't even clean up..." he admits. Derek looks around and shrugs. I'm not the Queen. I can handle piles of books everywhere. I brought some Chinese food and beer. May I come in?"
Spencer moves out of the way and shuts the door suddenly full of excitement.