The Essentials of Sociology

Chapter Fifteen: V=D/T

A/N: Hey, hey, hey. Chapter fifteen, enjoy. Warnings for bow-chicka-wow-wow.

-Bloobity Bloobity Blue

Spencer walked into the bullpen a little later than usual, having taken time to get dressed once more. He chose a blue shirt and a tan tie with corduroys, feeling the need to spice it up. In Spencer's mind, the more colorful he looks, the easier others will come to the conclusion that he had partook in sleep than he actually had. Derek, after much protest, left Spencer's apartment last night and went home around one thirty. That left Spencer five hours of sleep; talk about cranky.

His morning Starbucks cup was nearly empty, and sloshing around as he strode soundlessly into the large office, awaiting the usual greeting from three of his coworkers. There was nothing. Spencer looked up and saw Rossi's empty desk. So, he paused and glanced over at Derek and Prentiss's desks to engage in casual morning conversation. They were also empty. The other desks, usually bustling with interns held a few lazy morning workers and were free of his team. Something was up.

He tossed his satchel down and headed for the break room. As his hand wrapped around the doorknob, he heard a faint whisper from inside of it. It sounded like Prentiss. He glanced through the crack in the door and saw her standing beside Derek. She whispered to him beside the coffee machine, "Derek, are you sure you're alright?"

Derek's voice rang out, "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

Prentiss replied casually, "You've been acting strange lately and… I'm worried."

"Stop beating around the bush and come out with what you really want to ask," Derek said smoothly, lifting the cup to his lips and taking a sip, "I swear to God, if you profile me, I will profile you back ten times harder. Soon it will be the damned profiling Olympics in here, and I know you don't want that."

Prentiss let out a quiet laugh, "No, I don't."

Derek's voice sounded as if he were smiling, "Go on. Ask. I promise I won't get mad."

"Fine. You want it, you got it." Prentiss clapped her hands together and said quickly, "Do you have a crush on Reid?"

Derek chuckled, "Do I have a crush on Reid? No."

"Repeating the question is the first sign of a lie," Prentiss replied instantly.

Derek retorted with a dark laugh, "Okay first of all, Miss Priss, Derek Morgan doesn't crush."

Prentiss teased, "Oh, would you rather me say you're in love with him?"

"I never said that." Derek growled back.

Prentiss said deprecatingly, "Come on, you give him free coffee, tease him mercilessly, and protect him to the point where it's freaking territorial. Soon enough, Hotch will notice."

"I've always been like that with him," Derek shrugged it off and began to list, "Number one: it's a BOGO at the new place I go for coffee. Number two: teasing him is so simple it's sad, and number three: that kid needs protection out there. He's young, and passionate about saving people, and that makes him incredibly vulnerable sometimes. Your profile is so invalid that I don't even know where to begin with the errors."

Prentiss murmured, "So, you're not in love with him?"

Derek took another sip, "You know what? For the sake of argument, let's pretend I am."

Prentiss shook her head and patted Derek's shoulder, "Usually, I would say go for it, but it's so against policy that it's not even funny. I'm talking 'termination on the spot' not even funny. I don't want to be the one to say this, but I have to. Forget about him, Morgan. For your own good."

Derek set his cup down and folded his arms, "What if I don't give a shit about my own good?"

"Morgan…" Prentiss started.

He stopped her with simple raise of his hand, "Hypothetically, of course."

Prentiss shrugged casually, "God, I don't know. Just pick what feels right and do that."

"What if saving people and loving him both feel right? Am I supposed to choose what I love over who I love?" Derek asked, "Or do I choose who I love over what I love?"

Prentiss paused, "Wow, Morgan… I guess, that's the million dollar question, huh?"

Spencer backed up from the corner slowly, processing their conversation. Derek wasn't actually considering leaving his job to pursue him was he? Either that, or he was considering leaving Spencer to continue his work. He'd have to choose the lesser of two evils there, and to put hundreds of lives over Spencer's seems beyond stupid. There's no way Derek would stop helping people just to be able to out their relationship—to out Spencer.

Great, now he was worried. He wasn't ready for this. He hadn't thought about this. Not in depth any way. It wasn't just Derek and himself that will see that his sexuality teetered and tottered like a child's first steps. If Derek quits his job and announces their status as a couple, everyone will know that he's in a sexual relationship with a guy. Everyone. Fuck. If he thought he had a lot to deal with before, this had to be the icing on the shit cake. Why didn't Spencer acknowledge that he would be freaking OUTED at work?! He's not even gay, but the entire Bureau will assume so. He needs a minute. He needs a second. He needs a fucking moment to figure this all out. Spencer accepts that he's in love with Derek, but will everyone else?

Several things are bothering him at the same time. How will the team treat their relationship? How will Strauss approach them all when she finds out that there are not only one, but two gay men in the Behavioral Analysis Unit? Christ. One of them will have to transfer, and soon before people find out. Oh, God. If that happens, they'll be working cases separately. The thought of Derek running after an armed unsub without him there is terrifying to him. If Derek gets killed, Spencer will never get the chance to save his life, or say a proper goodbye on that fateful day when he can't. Somehow, even scarier is the thought of how Derek will feel when he realizes that he threw away his entire life for an open relationship with a man (that isn't even promised to last)?

Spencer has to stop thinking like this.

What he had with Derek was still small, fragile, and infantile. It needed to be given time to mature into something strong and tangible. He may have had time to admit to himself that the way he feels for Derek surpasses casual attraction, but he hadn't prepared himself for it to be full, undisclosed information for anyone to access. He's spent years pining for the elder agent, and holding it close to himself, shielding it from everyone else's sight. There was nothing he feared more than the team discovering his feelings for Derek. Spencer craved their approval more than anything, and liked to maintain it while he had it. At least he now understands why Derek is so wary to come out to his mother. He feels the same way about the team.

Spencer spent most of his time at the BAU pretending that he wasn't madly in love with his superior, while Derek whom is more guided by his emotions hid his attraction because he felt it was intangible. Once Spencer had revealed that the idea of their relationship wasn't imperceptible, Derek let his guard down. That motion opened him up to the greedy eyes of whichever profiler noticed the change in him first. At least Spencer knows who to blame.

While JJ and Garcia both know of their relationship, they were both immediately supportive. But if they weren't… it would break him. JJ was one of his closest friends within the team, even closer than Derek was at first. She had known without him telling her, which saved him the embarrassment and awkwardness of announcing his newly born gay relationship with his friend and teammate of nine years. Then, there was Garcia—the motherly, eccentric, loving Garcia—who proclaimed that the news of his and Derek's relationship was one of the most beautiful and harmonious of occasions. But, Prentiss seemed more than wary about them when she had to profile it out of Derek.

He pressed his eye into the door again, listening harder to the conversation that seemed to have escalated into an argument.

Derek's voice rang out, "Well, if you're so sure that it's an 'unwise' idea to be in love with him, why don't I just accommodate to your perception of wisdom and feel differently about someone I've harbored feelings for for three years. Oh. Right. I can't!"

Prentiss replied angrily, "I never said that you being in love with him was unwise! I'm just saying that you should think before you do something stupid!"

"Okay, so getting in a relationship with him is stupid?!" Derek growled heatedly.

Prentiss folded her arms and leaned toward Derek, hissing, "Yes. I do think it's stupid. You'd be putting your job on the line to play kissy face with a guy that doesn't even love you!"

Derek paused, "Wait, what?"

Prentiss shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah, I guess 'kissy face' wasn't the best term…"

Derek held up a hand to stop her flow of speech, "What makes you think he doesn't love me?"

"Same thing that 'makes me think' the sky isn't green," Prentiss replied, "I just look up and I see that it's not."

"So, you don't think he loves me?" Derek asked.

Prentiss scoffed, "Maybe he loves you in a brotherly, familial, platonic way, but not romantically. No. Reid's straight."

Derek hissed, "Are you so sure about that?"

"Um, yes. I wondered about him a couple of years ago, and did a little experiment on him to check." Prentiss shrugged.

Spencer almost coughed in surprise, thinking to himself, 'She did an experiment on me? When was that?'

Derek raised his eyebrow, his stance changing from upset to intrigued, "What did you do?"

"I asked him to help me look clothes for a date, and made sure we walked past the lingerie section. He peeked and then blushed." Prentiss said with a nod of her head, "Straight."

"That doesn't prove anything," Derek said, folding his arms indignantly, "Ladies' underwear is a mystery to all, Wonder Boy included."

Prentiss began to laugh, "If a man sees a woman and a rack of bras in the same room, he pictures her in them. At least if he's straight, he does."

Spencer shrugged quietly, 'Prentiss would look rather nice in a lace corset…'

Derek snickered quietly at the thought, "So, you mean to say, you're okay with Reid thinking about you in a bra?"

She shrugged and walked past him, carrying his coffee, "Me in a bra, or you in a Speedo. Which sounds more probable?"

Derek let out a small smile, "Me. Obviously."

"You would say that about yourself." Prentiss replied, opening the cabinet underneath the coffee machine and taking out a few sugar packets, "So… are we okay?"

He asked, "Okay about the fact that you disapprove of my entirely hypothetical, so-called crush on Reid? Yeah. I think I can handle that. But when you see us hand in hand with two point five kids and a white picket fence in a couple of years, remember that I told you so."

Prentiss poured the packets into her coffee and stood, murmuring, "Pipe dream…"

Derek walked past her with his coffee cup, stopping to flip her hair over her face, "Wet dream…"

She laughed, "Gross, Morgan. God."

He joked with feigned enthusiasm, "Ooh, Reid. I love the way you touch me on Prentiss's desk."

Prentiss stopped twirling her spoon through her mug to press a playful smack on Derek's arm, "If you ever drug Reid into sleeping with you, you'd better not even think of doing that."

"You see, now I have it listed as a fantasy location," Derek strode toward the door and Spencer scampered off to his desk so that Prentiss or Derek wouldn't catch him eavesdropping. As he sat down at his desk, he noticed the steaming cup of coffee on it from Derek's usual morning coffee run that must have been placed there before he had initially arrived. He smiled. Tossing his old coffee into the trashcan beside his desk, he took a sip from the warm cup. Mmm. Perfect.

A few moments later, he heard a soft voice in his ear and felt a pair of large, warm hands cover his eyes, "Guess who."

Spencer grinned, "My idiot coworker who gives me free coffee each morning, trying fruitlessly to seduce me."

"Good guess, but Rossi's over there," Derek replied with a chuckle as he removed his hands from Spencer's eyes to sit on the edge of his desk to grab and fiddle with a paper weight, "Word on the street is we may not have a case for the next week."

Spencer asked, "The street?"

"Okay, well, word on JJ's desk." Derek smiled back, "If all goes well, there just may be a six pack of Mike's with our name on 'em Friday."

Prentiss walked by and mumbled, "Pipe dream…"

Spencer said quickly, to spite her, "Sounds like fun. Count me in!"

Derek whispered loudly over his shoulder, "Keep your desk clean, Prentiss. You never know when someone's gonna need it."

She flipped him off without turning to watch.

"Your mission, should you choose to accept," Derek leaned closer to Spencer and winked, lowering his voice considerably, "Third floor men's bathroom. Two o'clock. Handicapped stall."

Spencer whispered back worriedly, "What's wrong with the stall? Whatever it is, I don't think we're at liberty to fix it! I'm useless with tools!"

"There's nothing wrong with it," Derek chuckled, "You're going to meet me there, and we're going to make out. Is that cool with you?"

"Way cool," Spencer blinked and breathed, "I've always wanted to mess around at work…"

Derek patted his back before walking away, "Now you've got your chance, kid. I'd take it."

Spencer watched after Derek, letting his eyes travel down that broad shouldered back, smothered into a tee shirt and dipping into some very flattering slacks. Before his eyes could travel past the Bible Belt, he turned and started working furiously on his work. Spencer sighed hopelessly to himself. He's not going to lie; he really wants to hit that. Hell, he almost did yesterday. But if they were out at work, they wouldn't have to sneak around and code their words. Sure, the sexual tension created in keeping their relationship a secret is the directly proportional offset of their passionate sessions, but sooner rather than later, they'll get tired of all of the secrecy.

Truthfully, Spencer wanted everyone to see him the way Derek does. Not gay, straight, bi, animal, vegetable, mineral. None of that! He just wants to be Spencer. Everyone at work sees what he's shown them: a hard-working, unnecessarily brilliant, asexual talking computer. No goals, no urges, no wants or desires. He simply existed. Somehow, they had adopted him into this large, colorful family that he barely understood, yet he comprehends them as easily as if their emotions were written on their foreheads. Spencer feels love for every single member of the team, and he knows that he has their love as well. What he really wants, is to know if their love would waver if they found out about Derek and him.

At one fifty five, Spencer looked up from his desk to see Derek walking out of the bullpen, pushing a wheeled shelf of books from JJ's office into the hallway. No one paid him much mind, and continued on with their work, writing and typing and chatting on task. Spencer finished the file he was currently working on, signed it, and closed it at one fifty seven. He stood and grabbed his satchel and a couple of files, heading out of the bullpen as well. As he passed JJ's office, she called out to him. Spencer strode in and asked, "Yeah?"

JJ smiled and plopped a box filled with papers onto her desk, "Morgan told me to stall you for two minutes, give you this box, and if anyone asks, you're heading to the copy room."

Spencer stared back at her, "…what?"

"I don't know what you two have planned, but it seems a little '007. Don't you think?" JJ asked him with earnest eyes.

Spencer replied, "Personally, I don't know anything about this intricately planned storyline. Morgan just told me to meet him in the bathroom at two o'clock. This is turning into a Nancy Drew plot."

"Shut! Up! He told you to what?!" JJ gasped, "Close the door and sit down."

Spencer obliged and plundered down into a seat, "If you get all James Patterson on me, I'm going to change Nancy Drew to Alex Cross."

JJ leaned forward with a big grin, "Morgan asked you to meet him?! Oh. My. God."

Spencer paused, "What's so awe inspiring?"

"You know, he probably wants to mess around, right?" she asked.

Spencer nodded and replied, "Yeah. I know."

JJ raised an eyebrow, "You are way too casual about this… wait. Have you and Morgan done this before?"

"What? Messed around?"

JJ sighed, "Yeah."

Shrugging, Spencer replied, "Loads of times."

"Are you kidding me?! Reid, you don't tell me anything anymore! Here I thought you were just the blushing bishounen, running into Morgan's arms, yet calling him 'baka' as he shoves you into the throes of firey passion!"

Spencer let a moment pass and stared at JJ in shock before asking, "Exactly how much yaoi do you read?"

JJ groaned, "Enough to get me through the day. Now answer me, Reid-san!"

Spencer said with a tint to his ears, "We went to the movies yesterday, and—"

Her watch beeped quickly. JJ stopped it and sighed, "Ah, so close. Your knight in shining armor awaits. Tell me tomorrow, okay? Or call me, for God's sake. You never do."

Spencer stood and grabbed the box, "We see each other every day. I don't see why we would need to…"

"Get out. Make man-babies. Take pictures," JJ replied with a laugh, "Fax 'em to me."

Spencer blushed furiously as he opened the door, "There is no way I'm doing that!"

JJ giggled, "If you don't get out of my office, I will push you. Copy room. Now."

Spencer rolled his eyes at her and strode past Prentiss's desk on his way out of the bullpen. As he walked by, she raised a pencil and made a whipping noise before flicking it through the air. Spencer looked back at her with a growl. She began to laugh and said, "Copy room. Now! She's got you earning your paycheck, doesn't she?"

Spencer groaned, turning to push the door open with his back, "Don't they all?"

She replied, "Whistle while you work, Sneezy. Whistle while you work."

Spencer let out a chuckle, whistling a small tune while exiting the office.

Dropping the box off at the third floor copy room, Spencer glanced around to see if anyone was near before walking to the end of the hallway to the underused bathroom. It was a bit cold in there. The tiles were blue, and the light above the fifth urinal flickered occasionally. Spencer could see why it wasn't often vacated. Not even the third floor resident agents use this bathroom. He called out warily, "…hello…"

There was no answer. Hmm, Derek must not be here yet. Spencer walked hesitantly over to the handicapped stall, his hand barely brushing the handle before it flew open. A hand grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in. Spencer let out a squeaked, "Holy shit!" Derek let him go and began laughing, bent over at the knee. It must have been real funny to Derek to scare the pants off of him. It usually is. Payback for the sneak-ups Spencer does every Halloween, probably.

Spencer folded his arms and glared bullets into Derek's eyes, "Not funny."

"Too funny," Derek gasped, "Your face. So priceless."

Spencer growled, "Yeah, well. Fuck you very much for the heart attack."

Derek stood and wiped a fake tear from underneath his eye, "Anytime, baby boy."

Spencer folded his arms and sighed, "Aren't we here for something?"

Derek shrugged, "Yeah, but I like your angry face. The look you give is kind of like a drenched kitten."

"You and Garcia need to stop coordinating insults," Spencer sighed, grabbing Derek by the shoulder and pressing him against the wall to stare him down at eye level, "Aren't. We. Here. For something."

Spencer watched as Derek looked back at him in shock, "Uh… yeah."

"Then let's get it done. I don't have all day, Agent Morgan," Spencer replied with a sneer, running his hands down Derek's stable chest and leaning in to whisper into his ear, "We're doing this at work. So dangerous… we could get caught."

Derek nodded with a shallow, mesmerized shake of his head, "We could."

Spencer pressed a kiss to Derek's jaw, "What if we do, huh? What if someone walks in and sees us together…sees me touching you…sees you liking it?"

Derek breathed, "We'd be fired."

"So fired," Spencer snickered huskily into Derek's ear, "It might even make the papers. I can almost read the headlines now: FBI Agents SSA Derek Morgan and Dr. Spencer Reid of the Behavioral Analysis Unit caught in a secret relationship. Sources say they've been suppressing their lust for each other until they exploded into a torrent of passion in a bathroom stall. Their love noises could be heard two... floors... up…"

Derek panted, pressing his hands lightly to Spencer's chest, "Spencer…"

Spencer continued, nibbling on Derek's ear lobe, "Agent Morgan was found leaning against the wall, pants around his ankles, drowned in desire at the hands of one… Dr. Spencer Reid."

He let out a gasp, "Fuck, Spencer…"

Spencer murmured lowly, sliding his hands up underneath Derek's shirt, "You like it when I talk dirty? You like that?"

Derek nodded quickly against Spencer's hands, "Shit yeah."

The young doctor chuckled and breathed into his ear, "Do you think I've gained too much confidence in myself after you've professed how much you want me? Or do you just like the air of dominance?"

"Can I say both?" Derek replied.

Spencer shrugged and stopped the motion of his hands, "Sure. Why not? This isn't a midterm."

Derek frowned, "What if it was?"

Spencer raised an eyebrow, "Please don't tell me you're into that creepy kinky shit."

Derek let out a shallow smile, "What if I was."

"Maybe later. For now, I just want to seduce you until you're leaning against the wall panting for release. Am I asking too much?" Spencer said with a wink.

Derek chuckled, "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it. I like it a lot."

Spencer let his hands trail up Derek's bare chest, "Something tells me that we're talking too much."

Derek wiggled his eyebrows, "Touché."

Spencer let out a laugh as Derek pulled him forward into a kiss. The two breathed out a long sigh as their lips touched. They'd been waiting for this all day. The comfort they felt in each other's arms almost surpassed the heightened feeling of danger they would have if caught together. To Spencer, Derek was safety. He was honesty. He was love. Derek yanked at Spencer's tie as their tongues met and caressed in a warm embrace. Lust was getting replaced with familiarity and passion was getting replaced with love. Spencer was beginning to think he could get used to this. Being with Derek, kissing him, and feeling his arms wrap around him. This was amazing. He was drowning, over his head with affection for Derek. Spencer didn't ever want to be resuscitated.

After a few moments, Spencer locked eyes with Derek and slid his hands down his arms. Derek asked, "What's wrong?" Spencer didn't answer. He felt himself slowly lowering himself to his knees in front of Derek. Derek shook his head quickly, "Spencer, come on. You don't have to. I didn't ask you here for this."

With an indignant sigh, Spencer smiled up at him, "I want to."

Derek leaned against the wall and whispered, "You are seriously going to send me to an early grave. Do you know that, Spence?"

"I sure hope not," Spencer replied, his hands sliding around a belt, yanking at it before gazing up at Derek, "I want you to see every second of this."

Derek sighed, "Oh, God."

Spencer paused and chuckled, breaking his sexy talk to say, "I've never done this before, so prepare for it to be horrible."

Derek shrugged, "A blow job can only be but so bad. I mean, you know what you're doing right?"

"In a sense," Spencer replied casually, unzipping Derek's slacks and tugging down a plain black pair of boxers. Glancing at the half mast length, Spencer gently pulled at it and before a moment's hesitation, he ran his tongue around the side of it, feeling more confidence in himself as Derek groaned quietly at the touch. Spencer swallowed down his own panic and replaced it with cool, calm thoughts like, 'You know you want to do this. You've dreamt about this over and over again. You even did research on it. This is going to be awesome. You give that blow job, Spencer. You blow his fucking brains out. He's going to love it—"

Derek let out a quick hiss, "Teeth."

Spencer growled, "Fuck," before nuzzling his face into Derek's stomach.

Derek chuckled and placed his hand into Spencer's hair, tousling more than it already was before replying, "You're doing great. Really."

Spencer pouted and looked up at him, "You're not just saying that, are you?"

Derek shook his head and Spencer smiled back up at him, "Thanks."

"Any time, bro," Derek shrugged.

Spencer nodded seriously, "I'm going to suck your dick now, if you don't mind."

Derek chuckled, "Oh, God, Spencer."

Spencer let out a laugh before quietly returning to what he was trying to do. He relaxed his jaw and pushed the head into his lips, teasing with warm licks and sucks before sinking down as far as he could. Spencer let himself get used to the new, heavy weight in his mouth before he realized that he rather liked it. He felt like he was in control, and really enjoyed the idea of having sexual influence. Spencer slipped his tongue around the end of it, beginning to bob his head like he saw done in some of the so-called "research" he'd done a few nights ago when his mind began to wander. He almost chuckled aloud when he thought of what was actually going on. Spencer never in his life thought he'd be in the bathroom of an FBI quarterly giving head to his best friend like a street hooker. As the great Woody Allen says, "If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans."

Spencer felt Derek's hands tighten in his hair as he strained against the wall. His lower lip was trapped in between his teeth and Spencer smiled around a thrust of his head. He's doing a good job. Awesome! With that reassurance, Spencer decided to go all out. He relaxed the back of his throat and wrapped his hand against what he couldn't take in, guiding his movements with vigor. Derek gasped and swore which turned him on like a light powered by chemical reaction. Spencer's lips turned up at the corners and he shoved faster and faster, his hand moving in coordination with his head. Wow. He was shocked how much of this was simple mathematics. Velocity equals distance divided by time, so if he moves his head three inches twenty times per minute, his velocity should accelerate with the pressure he's going to add right… about… now! Derek let out a sharp hiss, "Oh, my God, Spencer! Fuck!" Spencer smiled to himself. Who ever said a Physics PhD wouldn't come in handy? Spencer quickened his hand and kept going with the steady equation he had created until Derek's breath picked up underneath him, pushing Spencer closer and closer to the brink. He changed the formula to 26 times per minute and Derek hips flexed as he began to thrust. Unable to stop himself any longer, Spencer pressed his free hand to the heavy crotch of his pants and unzipped it, beginning to work on himself while he worked Derek. He already had his own equation for himself. V= 6in/13mps. He applied that to his left hand and moaned around his full mouth. Derek growled in response to the moan. Spencer let more and more sharp whimpers escape his throat as he pushed himself and Derek to maximum velocity. Derek whispered quickly, "Get up. Get up!"

Spencer emptied his mouth and stood up, pressing himself against Derek's chest and pushing their lips together. Derek groaned and grabbed a wad of toilet tissue in one hand and the two of their lengths in the other. Derek began stroking the two of them quicker and quicker as their lips and erections mashed and shoved against each other. Spencer pressed his hand against the back of Derek's head and grabbed Derek's bicep with the other hand, feeling more pleasure coming from Derek's erratic, quick changing formulas then his own equation. The two breathed heavily into each other's mouths as they rode out an orgasm, Spencer came first into the tissue, hips stuttering against Derek's palm as his back arched and his lips slipped from Derek's for a moment in a quiet moan. Upon feeling that, Derek fell close behind, bringing their lips together for a few lazy kisses. Stroking that out for a few more moments, Spencer collapsed against Derek's chest. His arms wrapped around Spencer and the two took a few minutes to catch their breaths and think about just how awesome that was.

Looking back at Derek, Spencer said, "Tell Garcia we did this and I'm going to kill you."

Derek laughed tiredly, "I'd like to see you try."

"Derek, please," Spencer pleaded, "She's already holding North Philly above my head."

Derek shrugged, "Alright. Fine. I won't give details."

Spencer replied folding back into Derek's arms, "I'll take what I can get."

Chest rumbling with laughter, Derek breathed, "Spencer."

"Yes, Derek?"

Derek shook his head in disbelief, "How did you do all that? I thought you were new to this."

Spencer chuckled and held tighter onto him, "I am. You'd be shocked how much of sex is simplified Physics."

Derek poked Spencer in the ribs, "You would use Physics to give head."

"I would," Spencer held back a smile and rolled his eyes, checking his watch to find that fourteen minutes has passed since he'd stepped into the bathroom, "Hey, it's only been like fifteen minutes."

"Seriously?" Derek asked.

"Legit," Spencer shrugged, "I guess you were right. You do work fast."

Sending a grimace Spencer's way, Derek replied, "Hey, I could make it last if I wanted to."

Spencer smiled quietly, "I never said you couldn't."

Derek glanced into Spencer's eyes, "We're not saying much these days."

"Yeah, that's true, isn't it?" Spencer shrugged.

"It is," Derek said casually, "Because… I kind of think I'm in love with you, and I'm not sure if you've profiled it out of me yet."

Spencer nodded, "Hmm."

Derek pressed a kiss to Spencer's forehead, "Really, I think I am. In love with you, I mean."

Spencer scratched behind his neck and replied slowly, "Oh….."

"What do you mean, 'oh'?" Derek asked with a worried expression.

Spencer replied calmly, "Thing is, I kind of think I'm in love with you too, so we'd better figure this out. I'm not used to not knowing stuff."

Derek gave a hopeful smile, "You're in love with me?"

Spencer said quickly, "I said 'I kind of think'!"

Derek sent back a grin, "Me too. Awesome. No commitment!"

"It's good to be male," Spencer snickered, letting out a laugh as Derek pinned him to the wall and kissed down his neck.

Derek said above Spencer's skin, "Fuck yeah it is."

Spencer let Derek trail calm kisses to his sex heated skin and sighed into the touch. He loves being this way with Derek. He absolutely loves it. Zipping up his pants and fixing his belt, he let Derek continue to press kisses down his neck. Spencer fixed Derek's pants for him as well. As long as Derek kept kissing his neck like this, Spencer would do whatever he wants him to do. A peaceful smile slid across his lips as Derek pressed loving pecks to Spencer's skin.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a door opening and Derek froze on top of Spencer. Spencer looked at him, eyes saying, 'Oh, shit'. Derek leaned forward, whispering quietly, "Maybe he just has to pee." The door opened once more. The two agents heard the sound of a woman giggling and leaning onto a surface. The woman snickered, "Well, hello Agent Rossi." Derek's eyes snapped toward Spencer's. Shit. The woman's voice belonged to Erin Strauss.

A/N: Cliffhanger! Abhtdnulktrfdhrewbfrkjgjhjul sdsjbvkfdvk?! I know, I suck.

-Blue Ivy