The Essentials of Sociology

Chapter Ten: I Don't Fucking Get You

A/N: I'm not gonna lie, this chapter is dirtier than a dog in mud. And just in case FF tries to kick my ass… I strode along the line, but didn't cross it.

- Ms. Oleandar

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The team's first stop was a hotel on Moyamensing Avenue which happened to be an old looking building where the bricks were still visible on the outside. That was what Spencer really liked about coming to Philadelphia. Sure, there are lots of skyscrapers, busy streets, and bustling cabs, but underneath it all, this city has quite the firm grip on its roots. There are historical buildings everywhere, and precious sites, and ooh! The actual Liberty Bell was a couple miles from where the BAU was staying. If it was the last thing he does, he's checking it out before he leaves. As Spencer stashed his go bag under his bed and walked to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water, he did so with a smile. Even getting Derek back with a prank was put on the backburner. They had a simple case down here that will only take like five days tops, and in his down time, he could probably take a tour or two.

As he dried his face on a towel, he heard a faint knock at his door. Spencer put the towel back on the rack and paced over to the door, expecting a stern-faced Hotch and receiving a smirking Derek. He raised an eyebrow and opened the door further to let his coworker rush in past him, "Hey. Does Hotch need us all in the lobby soon?" The sound of the bed accepting Derek's weight perked Spencer's ears as he locked the door and turned to see the man sprawled out on his back with his hands behind his head. Derek replied with a pleasant sigh, "Yeah,we have to be downstairs in a half hour. He asked me to tell you to bring your vest 'just in case', keep careful in the alley ways 'because we know how you are when it comes to attracting danger', and to not prank me back."

Spencer chuckled and sat beside Derek quietly, "He told you to tell me not to prank you back?"

"His words, not mine," Derek shrugged, his eyes closing softly, "These sheets smell much fresher than mine, you know that? It's like they didn't even wash the ones in my room." Derek opened his left eye and peeked at Spencer, "You think it's because I'm black?"

Spencer rolled his eyes and replied, "You think everything happens because you're black."

Derek replied with a laugh, "That's because it does. The universe is picking on me because of my melanin count."

That made Spencer laugh as well, "Oh, please. No doubt racism still exists, but we're in North Philadelphia. If anyone is a target, it's little, old, defenseless me."

Derek brought one of his hands up to tickle Spencer's stomach, "You've always been a target though. Seriously, how many times have you been kidnapped?"

Spencer tried not to laugh and failed as Derek's hands became more and more assaulting along his ribs, "Too—ah haha!—too many times—ah, Derek, please—haha!"

"Say Uncle!" Derek demanded with a goofy grin as he pulled Spencer underneath him and began tickling him harder.

Pushing at him feebly, Spencer's arms felt like Jello. There wasn't much he could do except laugh and surrender. He raised his arms up, "Okay—haha!—Uncle! Uncle! I—oh, haha!—I give up! Stop, please, Der! Please!"

Derek stopped and ran his hands down Spencer's sides to calm the skin he had recently tickled into renunciation through his shirt. He smiled down at Spencer, watching the smaller man catch his breath and get a few more laughs out before hitting Derek gently on the arm.

While Spencer's breath returned to a normal pace, Derek ran a hand down the side of his coworker's face and leaned down to close his lips over Spencer's. Spencer smiled under his lips and brought his hands up to Derek's broad shoulders. Spencer doesn't think kissing Derek will ever get old. If it does, the sex might not… he thought to himself, oh, man, why are you even thinking about the sex? You haven't had sex with him yet! You have no clue what it'll feel like! Though it'd probably be amazing… No! This is not the time. They're due downstairs soon with the rest of the team. Derek's hand slid up his chest and yanked teasingly at his tie as he pulled his lips from Spencer's to whisper, "Oh, Dr. Reid…" softly into his ear. Against his will, Spencer felt a small, breathy moan escape before pulling Derek's face back up to his. He used that moment of surprise to slip his tongue into Derek's open mouth, challenging the kiss to harder and more excited levels. Spencer felt his tie pulling away and his shirt's buttons sliding free from their place as Derek slowly, teasingly pulled free the skin of his chest so that his hands could leave paths of caresses further and further down Spencer's lithe body. Spencer ran his fingers hastily underneath Derek's shirt and pulled up frantically, nodding as Derek broke the kiss to take it off. Derek looked down at Spencer and winked as he started to blush before ravish his neck in kisses.

Derek's large, strong hands gripped his waist and ran up and down his chest as he pulled his lips from Spencer's sensitive throat and moved on to press boiling hot kisses onto his collarbone. The flame of Derek's mouth licked further and further down, closing over a sensitive pink nipple with a warm, wet tongue. Spencer's back arched into Derek's mouth and Derek held him closer, fingers digging into his back with a heat and a passion that rivals anything he's ever felt before. This is what it feels like to be held and never let go. Derek began to suck and bite, drawing more unexpected moans out of Spencer whose soft, thin hands were running across Derek's shoulders and neck. Derek moved on to the other one, feeling Spencer jump a bit underneath him as he did so. He whispered around the soft kisses he plundered across his chest, "Speak to me, baby. Say something, please."

"Please don't tell me you get turned on by my voice," Spencer gasped under Derek's loving assault.

Derek groaned and replied, "I do, I do—oh, God—I do."

"Seriously?" Spencer asked before Derek bit particularly hard, sending foreign, arousing feelings to him, "Ahh—fuck! Oh…"

Derek smiled around another bite, "You like that?"

Spencer moaned a little louder, "Mmm… yeah!"

Clearly satisfied with himself, Derek did it once more to elicit Spencer's pleasing reaction before Derek pulled his lips from Spencer's chest and brought his head down to nuzzle his thin neck. God, that felt good. Mmm, his strong hands running down his body. Derek's lips at his throat. Derek's tongue on his neck. He wasn't even trying to keep his guard down. There aren't enough random thoughts in the world to keep him from getting—

"Oh? What do we have here..." Derek said with a husky whisper into his ear as he ground his hips into Spencer's, showing him that they were in the same stiff, needy predicament, "You want me to take care of this?"

"Oh, yeah…" Spencer breathed out before stopping himself with a quick shake of his head, "Wait, no! No. You can't 'take care of this'. When do we have to be downstairs?"

Derek continued kissing his jawbone and glanced at the bedside clock with a casual shrug, "Seventeen minutes."

"Seventeen minutes?" Spencer gasped as Derek nibbled on his ear, "That's not enough time!"

Derek smiled, "You don't know me, Pretty Boy. I can finish you off that quickly with time to spare."

Spencer fought a blush, "I am trying so hard not to take you up on that."

Derek chuckled and held Spencer closer, hand trailing down his chest, "What did you say about being 'so hard'?"

Spencer pushed his thin hands against Derek's compact chest (which did nothing for the current state of his pants), and begged with a soft, stuttering voice, "I... I just can't control myself around you, I want... I want us to... please, Derek, just... stop."

"Why?" Derek asked with worry in his tone, "Am I pushing you too far? Are you uncomfortable? Am I forcing you to-"

"No, Derek, it's not that..."

Derek paused, "...then why?"

"Because we're on a case so we have to be professional, and there's too much going on right now, and..." Spencer whispered hastily, "I don't want our first time to be within the span of five to twelve minutes especially since we're in some sort of undefined relationship!"

Derek raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"

Spencer took a shallow breath as the pleasure of Derek's hands and mouth ceased, "I'm sorry, Derek."

"Don't be. Actually… I'm the one that should be sorry," he said, standing and brushing off his pants, "We are on a case, and we should be professional, and… I've been rushing you since this whole thing started. I'm sorry, man. I feel like shit."

Spencer leaned up and grabbed onto Derek's wrist before he could walk away, "… Derek, please, don't feel like shit! I mean, wow that was amazing…"

"Fuck yeah, that was amazing, but how can I not feel bad? I've been thinking about you like crazy since the Cavaliers' game, you know? You're like crack! I took one hit and now I just… I can't get you out of my head! It's gotten worse and worse every day, and it's like you can't even feel it!" Derek exclaimed, shaking his head and taking a breath, "I like you, Spencer. I really, really like you. I want to start a relationship with you, and I want to fall in love with you. I just… I want to do everything with you, and you still call me by my last name in your head. Don't you?"

Spencer paused, "… not until recently."

"See?" Derek sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not even sure if you like me the way I like you."

Spencer held up both of his palms in honesty, "No, you've got it all wrong! I like you so much it scares me, and now I'm crazy insecure. Don't you want someone who's… I don't know, female? We can't have a lasting relationship because it's against policy, we can't get married, we can't have kids, I mean, why are we even courting each other? Plus, we can't have a conversation without fighting! Anything other than platonic friendship seems like it would just crash and burn. Don't you think?"

Derek paused, "Uh… no?"

"Wait, wait, wait. 'No'? That's all you have is 'no'?" Spencer asked.

Derek shrugged, "Uh, yeah. I like you, you like me. Why can't we just be together if we want to be?"

Spencer frowned, "Oh, I don't know, because we could lose our jobs!"

"So?" Derek asked.

Spencer growled, "So? I don't want to be stuck working in a backwoods Burger King asking pimply teenagers if they want fries with that? That's what's 'so'!"

Derek chuckled, "You're nervous about being in a relationship."

Spencer scoffed and folded his arms, "Like hell."

"Oh, please. You're scared shitless."

Spencer growled, "Okay, well, fuck you. I've never been in an actual relationship before. Doesn't mean I'm scared."

"Wait, you've never been in a relationship before?" Derek asked.

"Not a real one, no." Spencer revealed, looking down at himself and buttoning up his shirt.

Derek folded his arms, "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, in grammar school, Clara Masterson told me I was her boyfriend. Then a week later, she broke up with me."

"How old were you?" Derek asked, tossing Spencer his tan tie.

Spencer shrugged, catching it with ease, "Six."

"Wow."

"Then, there was this girl, Maggie Saunders who skipped the fourth grade with me. She thought we were on the same reading level and asked me out once. We didn't get three days in before they chucked me into Jr. High," he straightened the tie on his neck and flipped down his collar, "After that I didn't have a date until college because, well, I was six years younger than everyone in my classes and played as the football team's punching bag until graduation."

Derek paused, "… oh."

"Yeah, I know right? I just stayed out of everyone's way until I got my PhD and met people my own age. I asked a girl named Louisa Clark out in Law School. She laughed at me. So, I asked Kelly Henderson out a few months later. She said yes and stood me up. Oh! And I lived in dorms when I was working on my Chem PhD and my roommate Kenneth and I had a 'friends with benefits' agreement. He taught me some pretty cool stuff, but it was more of a… 'you do my homework, I give you a hand job' type thing."

Derek raised an eyebrow, "Kenneth, huh?"

"Yeah, but he was a little strange and worshipped the Devil, so I had to back out of that one..."

"Oh, God."

Spencer paused, "… then there was Ethan."

"Ethan?"

Spencer replied with a shrug, "Yeah, Ethan was… well, he was no big deal. He was a mistake."

Derek raised an eyebrow and nodded, "If you say so."

"Then, I joined the Bureau and you know the rest," Spencer replied.

Derek shoved his hands in his pockets, "That… that's horrible. I'm sorry you had to go through that."

Spencer shrugged his shoulders again, "Needless to say, me and Kenneth… we didn't get as far as I could have hoped… I'm a virgin. Just thought I'd put it out there into the universe as well."

Derek sighed, "It's no big deal. All I can say is that you're missing out on some dirty, nasty fun. Other than that, I don't judge."

"Oh, please. You have to have something to say," Spencer said, "What? No thirty-year-old virgin jokes? No 'if you don't use it, it'll fall off' quips? I've heard it all. Come on. Please. Say something."

"I've got nothing." Derek shrugged.

"You're kidding me."

"I'm not kidding you."

Spencer took a deep breath, "You're not upset that I keep pushing you away and stuff?"

"No. the virgin thing makes a boatload of sense, so I'm not mad. If I hadn't hopped in the sack before and some big guy was practically jumping my bones, I'd be hesitant too."

Spencer stood up in front of Derek and took his hands, "You're not just some big guy jumping my bones, honest. I'd be crazy not to like you. You're the best friend I've ever had, and the shift from friend to more than friend is… confusing to me. God, I'm sorry. I'm not the best at relaying my feelings. I've… well, I've never had to before."

Derek smiled quietly, "It's okay, Spencer. We'll take our time. I promise. Just let me know when you're uncomfortable and I'll listen. You are so important to me... I don't really want to mess that up."

Spencer blushed and looked up at Derek, "I know a way we can patch this up."

Derek asked, "How? I mean, the whole Kenneth story pretty much killed my boner, so…"

"Mine too," Spencer laughed.

Derek grimaced, "Guy sounds like an asshole."

"Well, it's a good think I'm standing here with you," Spencer smiled, "Now, here comes the patch-up. Close your eyes."

"Whatever you say," Derek replied, closing his eyes, "This seems a bit familiar…"

"That's because it is," Spencer leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to Derek's lips, "And for now, I think we're on our way to being late."

Derek pulled Spencer into a close hug and kissed the top of his head. Spencer bit his lip and pressed his face into Derek's chest, breathing into it and enjoying the closeness.

~KNOCK KNOCK.

Spencer joked under his breath, "Who's there?"

"Wow, Spencer," Derek chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Wow, Spencer, who?" he asked with a knowing smirk.

Derek snickered quietly, "Wow, Spencer I can't believe you're cornier now than you were five minutes ago."

JJ's voice called out from the hallway, "Hey, Reid, you in there? We've got places to go, people to see. Plus," she added in a sing song-y voice, "You-Know-Who will be there."

"What do you mean, You-Know-Who?" Spencer called back, and then said with disbelief, "Wait, do you mean Lord Voldemort will be there? Fucking sick! Let me get my Gryffindor tie!"

She snickered and whispered through the door, "No, silly, I meant Morgan."

Derek raised his eyebrows in amusement, "Have you two been gossiping about me behind my back?"

"No. Shut up," Spencer covered his face with his hands and pulled himself out of Derek's embrace before walking over to the door to open it, "Hi, Jayje."

JJ waltzed in and turned to face the doorway, eyes locked on Spencer as she giggled, "And did you see the way he looked at you when we got off the plane? I think he really likes you."

Spencer turned toward her and ran his hand back and forth before his neck, "Jay. Ssh."

"Oh, please. No one can hear me," she scoffed, "Plus, if we take the second car, you can tell me all about his—"

"JJ!" Spencer croaked, pointing behind her while clearly beyond words to acknowledge the full lengths of his embarrassment, "There."

She turned and upon sight of a shirtless Derek quieted quickly. JJ's voice went up an octave, "Oh, hi, Morgan."

Derek snickered, "How's it going, JJ?"

JJ nodded and ducked out of the door, "See you guys down stairs, kay thanks bye."

It was raining heavily by the time that they'd made it back into the hotels. There was water everywhere, and since Spencer barely even thought to bring a jacket, he was soaked to the bone along with being colder than ever. He shook and chattered up to his room with one of Prentiss's blankets wrapped around his shoulders, his wet hair falling into his eyes. The case had gone pretty far while in the PD office. With the help of divorce papers, adoption records, and crime reports, they had their suspects narrowed down to three men: Lawrence Harrison, Gerald Kent, and Christopher Hugh. All of which were professors at the college these women attended. Temple University. While Temple wasn't necessarily in North Philadelphia, it was a connection with all three of the girls whom were all failing the same class: Marine Biology which was taught by the same three men. One was the professor (Christopher Hugh), one was a TA (Lawrence Harrison), and the final one was the Dean of Biology (Gerald Kent). There was no saying who taught the classes, because in most large universities, more than one teacher can oversee the same class. It was all a rush of possibilities until they had interviewed one male student who had seen the TA, whom taught the most classes, give all three of the girls a certain look before handing out tests in which they'd all failed over and over again. The first murdered girl, Natasha Lee, had spoken to the student they'd interviewed after receiving a test back. She had apparently studied for weeks. What it looks like? That's usually what it is.

They had all said their goodnights and Spencer walked straight into his room for a hot shower. He stripped out of the cold, wet clothes quickly and walked under the warm current. God, that felt good. After all that time in the wind and the cold and the gross, he just needed to feel warm and wash the day off of him. There was so much he needed to clean out of his hair including the thoughts of death, grief, and heartless bastards. There was more to think about. There was Derek. Derek and his kind eyes, and warm heart. Derek and his strong hands and loving soul. Spencer felt himself falling more and more in love with him every day. He can remember to this moment the day he began to take an interest in Derek. It's seared into his brain.

They had been writing out files. Prentiss had finished hers, and Rossi wasn't working with the Bureau at the time, so it was just them. Morgan had this look on his face like he'd rather be anywhere but in the office on a Saturday night, writing about some guy who gutted and skinned six women. To tell the truth, Reid felt the same way, but he rather liked the paper work. He didn't have plans or anything. He just wanted to let the work take the place of all the shit going through his head. He had just recently stopped seeing Lila on the side and he knew that he had way too big of a broad attraction to Agent Mulder on the X Files which he recently began re-watching. Yeah, he's thought about men before. He's thought about Kenneth before. To tell the truth, he's been thinking a lot about Kenneth as of then. Maybe he should call him up, and have some meaningless sex just to get it over with. Reid was nearing twenty eight and he felt it appropriate to lose his virginity before he turned thirty. I mean, come on. Thirty-year-old virgins don't actually exist, do they?

Morgan looked up and shook his head, "I can hear you thinking, kid. It's getting loud."

Reid said casually, "If one had sex with a Devil worshipper, what are the odds they'd get sacrificed?"

Morgan sighed, "I know it's late, Reid, but you can't seriously be asking me that."

"What? I was just curious."

"Reid," Morgan rolled his eyes and closed a file, "For the love of God, don't fuck a Satanist."

Reid quieted, "I wasn't planning on it."

Morgan nodded and yawned, "Awesome, because I've been there, done that. They are some crazy bitches."

Reid glanced across the desk at him and he shrugged, deciding to continue on with his paperwork. Maybe it was because the lights were low. Maybe it was because they were so close that he could almost taste that smooth scent of soap and Dior. Maybe it was because he was just now realizing, for some strange moment that if he added up all of the times he worried about Morgan, ran after Morgan, put his life of the line for Morgan, and subtracted them all, he may not be able to have this stupid little conversation. That made him sad. But, it also made him smile. Morgan was here now. He was tired, and grumpy, and complaining. He was grimacing, and groaning, and mumbling. But he was here to work another day, and save another life. While Reid spends more time working as the group brain rather than saving lives in person, he knows that Morgan is actually somebody's Superman. He's pulled little girls out of burning buildings, he's saved people from their last breath under so many occasions. Morgan was one of the bravest people he knew. Yet, he has no Lois Lane. There was no one for him to go home to. There was no one for him to share his life with. I mean, yeah, Reid felt the same way, but, he wasn't as kind, and loving, and handsome! Morgan was amazing, he was brilliant, he was—

"Reid," Morgan said, looking up, "Turn your mind up a couple decibels. I don't think China can quite hear your inner dialogue yet."

Reid smiled quietly, "…sorry."

"It's fine," he smiled back, "I know you can't help it."

Morgan continued working on his files, and so did Reid. But this time, Reid had something else on his mind. What if he could be the person Morgan comes home to? Telling him he was great, cheering him on, and making his day. What if he could be that for Morgan? I mean, it's a long shot, but… why not? Reid would do anything for Morgan. He really would. He'd even… he'd even make him feel good in ways he hasn't made anyone feel good. He'd even sleep with Morgan if he wanted it. Wow. If Morgan wanted him. What a thought! Reid took a deep breath and bit his lip, trying to keep away that little twist of arousal that was growing fast and deep in the pit of his stomach. He was suddenly plagued with thought after thought of Morgan kissing him, Morgan touching him, Morgan moaning for him… oh, no. The thoughts became more vivid and descriptive; Morgan's lips traveling along his outstretched neck, Morgan wrapping his strong hands around him and jacking him hard, Morgan licking down his body and sucking his—nnh!—until he—fuck! Reid's pencil snapped in his fingers and he shoved his free hand against his mouth as he glanced down at his slacks. Shit. Shit, shit, fuck, shit. He looked up at Morgan whom was shockingly none the wiser, his pen moving as he wrote quickly across a sheet of paper. Reid looked back down at his pants, the rise in his corduroys was, of course, obvious as it strained against the material. Great. You know, shit like this only happens to him. He let his head fall and connect lightly with his desk as he swore.

"You alright, kid?" Morgan replied, "…are you blushing?"

Reid looked up, "You know what, Morgan? I'm great."

"It's ten at night and we're stuck in the bullpen. Nothing's great." Morgan scoffed, "I don't fucking get you."

"And… and, you know what else?" Reid asked, "You—you do a really good job. Every day. I don't know if anyone says that to you or not, but… you're awesome. Keep it up, really."

Morgan looked back at him with confusion in his eyes, "…okay?"

There was another quiet knock on his door just as he got out of the shower. Spencer wrapped a towel around his waist and walked barefoot over to the door. As he opened it, he saw Derek with a large grin on his face, "Before you yell at me, I brought over a copy of Freddy vs. Jason, and it's gonna be so much fun—" he paused as his eyes raked over Spencer's bare body, "…and you're naked because…"

"I just got out of the shower." Spencer replied with a serene look on his face, "I was kind of hoping you were Rossi, so you'd get freaked out and leave. I haven't scared him properly in a while."

"How could you scare him with uh…" Derek paused as his eyes raked slowly over Spencer's bare torso, "…that?"

"Rossi's crazy straight, all I have to do is look at him funny and he backs off like he's scared of me," Spencer snickered, "It's really quite hilarious."

"I don't fucking get you." Derek shook his head with a laugh.

Spencer smiled with reminiscence, "That's what you said when I first found out I had a crush on you."

A/N: D'aww, Spencer be so cute! Tell me whatcha think, my lovely babies! See ya next week!

-Bloopers