They don't make it through the video. They make it almost half way before the heat on Derek's body from the places where Spencer's body are against him become too much. He pulls him into a kiss and begs. "I need you. I need you so fucking bad," Derek says to him. Spencer gets up and pulls Derek up before leading him to his room.
Spencer takes his clothes off as quickly as he can. Derek is already naked by the time his shirt and vest are off. Derek grabs him by the belt and pulls him close. Their mouths meet and Spencer doesn't even notice his pants being undone. Derek pulls the pants down and all but tackles Spencer onto the bed. They're all lips and tongues and teeth and hands and legs.
Derek holds him so close while they make love that he's hardly moving out of him at all, and yet it is the most intense feeling Spencer's ever had. "Derek, Derek!" Spencer cries out. Derek kisses his lips again. Spencer feels overwhelmed and hot and crushed under this man, but doesn't think it will ever be enough.
"Don't stop," Spencer begs. Derek bites down on his collar bone and ruts him roughly. Spencer grabs his head and holds him while he cums. Derek pounds his way to finishing and when they meet lips again they taste blood. Derek holds him tight on the hips and finishes deep inside.
Spencer lays out, spread on the bed for a moment before turning to his side. His legs feel restless. Derek wraps an arm around him and lets him settle on his shoulder. "Are we an item?" Spencer asks. Derek chuckles in his deep post-coital voice. "I'd say so, baby. I certainly hope so," Spencer kisses his chest and then closes his eyes.
"When I'm finished paying my debts off and I become an agent, are we going to be monogamous?" Derek runs a hand through his hair. "We already are. Work doesn't count." Spencer smiles.
He wakes in the morning late. It's Saturday and neither of them have to be at work unless they're specifically called in. Spencer runs a hand over Derek's chest. Why in the world would this man want him? Why would he be interested in any way? Derek Morgan could have any woman he wants. Any man, probably. So why would he pick someone as ugly and awkward and morally degraded as he is?
Spencer wishes they were at Derek's house now so that he could leave and not have to think about this, but they're not and he must. He makes coffee and paces around his kitchen. What if this is a plot? Or a scheme? Or some kind of gag? But who would be playing t on on him?
Surely the BAU is not evil enough to lead him on like this for fun... Are they? They had all seemed nice enough. They'd all defended him when Thatcher refused to leave him alone. Derek rolls over and pulls Spencer to be on top of him. Spencer blushes. "What's my pretty boy thinking about? Why do you look all worried? Come down here," Derek says pulling Spencer's face down to kiss him on the temples. "You're okay Spencer," he promises.
Spencer puts his hands on Derek's chest. "Why are you here with me when you could be with anyone else?" He asks. Derek smiles. "Because I don't want anyone else, genius," he responds. He flips them and kisses Spencer's lips. "Do you want me to go to home now? Or do you want to spend some time together?' Derek asks. Spencer relishes in the gentle touch of his lover.
"If you're not busy, we could spend time together. We could... We could get to know each other better," Spencer says. He chuckles sadly. "I really am a whore. I've already had sex with you but I don't know a lot about you." Derek frowns. "Baby, you're not a whore. There's nothing wrong with this. As long as we're happy, we should just be happy."
Spencer smiles. "What should we do?" Derek pets up and down Spencer's naked side. "Have you ever had a picnic in the park?" Spencer shakes his head. "I think it's about time that you do. Let's stay in bed a little longer and then we can get ready to go."
Spencer flops into bed that night. He'd learned a lot about his partner. Derek is eleven years older than he is. He has two sisters and a mom. His father was a cop and was killed in front of him. He isn't a big fan of sweets. He has a dog named Clooney. He works out a lot and teaches a self-defense class at the academy.
Spencer had told him about his academic years and his mother. The story of his father leaving them and that dogs and children don't care for him. If he's honest, he's a little scared of them, too. They'd stayed at the park until Spencer felt too bothered by the sunlight. "My little vampire," Derek had joked. Spencer pouted playful and had pointed out that Derek was the one that had bit him until he'd bled.
He hadn't brought it up, and he won't yet, but he has a feeling that Hotch and maybe Rossi might have a thing for him as well. He has half-collected memories of being drunk and dancing with the men. Spencer curls up on his side. He doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. They'd all been so good to him that it would kill him to upset them.
He falls asleep with his window wide open and his room icy cold.
He wakes to his phone going on. He grabs it quickly. "M'lo. S' Reid," he says. There's a small chuckle. "Reid, this is Hotch. We're about to leave on a case. We've been given permission from Strauss to bring you along with us. Get a bag ready with essentials and enough clothing for about a week. I'll brief you on the case when you arrive. We're taking off in thirty-five minutes."
Reid gets up and blearily fills a suitcase with clothes and essentials. He brings a couple of books for good measure. There's knocking on his door and he sneaks over to answer it. It's Derek. "Hey pretty boy. I'm here to pick you up," he says. Spencer grabs his stuff and tells Derek he's ready. "Why am I going along?" Spencer asks and stifles a yawn.
"Stress release," Derek answers vaguely. Spencer leans back against the seat and closes his eyes. "Pretty boy, we're here. Come on. You can sleep on the jet," Derek says softly. Spencer gets up and stretches. "Sorry," he mumbles. Derek pushes him against the car for a moment and locks their lips together. "Thank you for coming," he says with a sad smile.
Spencer follows him to the plane and watches the other members board. Hotch watches them walk up and greets them before turning specifically to Spencer. "Let's sit down in the back. I'll update you on how this works."
Spencer follows Hotch onto the jet and they sit together away from the front where the other members seem to congregate. "When a precinct has a series of events that lead them to think serial suspect they call up. We sort through requests and decide if any take priority. Sometimes we can give profiles and stay out of it. This case is in Lee, Florida. WE're going to meet up at the precinct and set up in a conference room."
Spencer nods. "So, I get to be part of the investigation?" He asks. Hotch frowns. "I'm sorry Reid. You're not an agent yet. I can unofficially leave paperwork behind in your room for you to go through but you'll have to stay out of crime-scene areas for now. We're going to be staying in a hotel. We share rooms most time. It's Dave and I, the girls, and Morgan. We all alternate who gets the individual room. If Garcia joins us, she rooms with Morgan."
Spencer nods sadly. He wanted to be a part of the investigation. "You'll have your own room for obvious reasons. We should be there in a few hours. Try and get some more rest," he says. Spencer nods and curls up tight. He's only going so that they have someone to have sex with. Would he ever have use as an agent? Would anyone be able to take him honestly when he gave his opinion if all they could see was him sucking their dicks?