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Tonight, I'm Gonna Be A Little Selfish - an interlude

Spencer looked up from flirting with one of the new interns, Brad, to see Morgan staring intently. Internally, he was smirking as he intentionally licked his lips and turned his attention back towards Brad. He can't even see Morgan out of the corner of his eye, but knowing Morgan was watching him made him feel powerful, in control, and incredibly turned on.

It felt similar to when he "accidentally" woke Morgan up in the hotel room and he wondered if Morgan felt the same all the times he did it or if it's different somehow.


It's more lube than was strictly necessary, but...

...he looked down and saw Reid's tongue sneak out to wet his lips. Then that tongue was licking delicate stripes on his cock...

...it felt closer to what he really wants when he traced his finger from base to tip, swirling around the head...

...before taking him in his mouth.

Derek's slick hand moved messily up and down his own length, trying his best to make this little fantasy the best approximation to reality as possible.

Reid's lips are stretched wide across his considerable girth and Derek...

...groaned as he tightened his grip, wanting to feel the suction that Reid's surely capable of.

...gripped his hair, signaling him to pull off. Reid followed his non-verbal instruction, smirking a bit as he used just his hand, speeding up his strokes until...

The cum was warm and thick on his stomach and all Derek wanted was to watch Reid lick it off his abs.


While going to a bar after work wasn't his favorite thing in the world, especially without Anderson and Gina, Spencer still went on occasion when it seemed necessary for the team to unwind together. Like tonight.

And he's kind of wishing he hadn't.

Because first it was some possibly lewd comments when the others were distracted. And then it was "hey pretty boy, come help me carry the pitchers" and watching Morgan flirt with the male bartender. And after it was down to Morgan, Prentiss, and Garcia, there was Morgan shameless grinding against another man's ass on the dancefloor that added some quite dizzying mental pictures to Spencer's very vivid memory bank.

But Morgan was his ride home, unless he wanted to pay out the ears for a cab. He was considering his options when Morgan came off the dancefloor and asked if he's ready to leave. He's afraid if he opened his mouth, he'll just say something embarrassing like, "you are such a tease" or "did you mean to flirt with every man in this bar except me" or "please fuck me on this table."

So instead, he just nodded and followed Morgan out to his car.