Okay, next chap. Again, let me know if I missed anything! It's very strange reading/writing Remy without his accent :P
Spencer had thought that maybe his nerves would come back once they got to his apartment. He thought for sure that he'd start to get awkward and shy and mess this whole thing up. But, miraculously, it wasn't happening. Whether it was the alcohol he'd had tonight, or how strongly attracted he was to Remy, or the fact that he was alone and needing, he just didn't know. It could've been one or all of those. Did it really matter? What mattered was that he felt not a single ounce of nerves even when Remy took his hand again. He felt none as he led the man upstairs and to his apartment or as he opened the door or even as he let him inside.
It helped that Remy didn't seem nervous either. When Spencer shut and locked his door, he turned around and found that no, Remy didn't look nervous in the least bit. If Spencer had to choose a word to describe the look on the Cajun's face, it would've been hungry. He couldn't believe a look so full of lust was directed at him! Spencer felt like an entirely different person right then and he found it was a feeling he liked. He felt confident. Desirable. His lips curved and he tipped his head just slightly. "Would you like something to drink?" He offered, manners kicking in slightly.
The heat in Remy's eyes flashed a little. "Oui."
Together the two moved, closing the distance between them. They stopped when they were just a breath apart from one another. In that moment, Spencer could honestly appreciate the difference a couple inches could make. He had to tip his head up just the slightest bit. Not much; just a bit. It surprised him that it gave him a little thrill. Very rarely in life did he come across men taller than him. One of Remy's hands came up and the first brush of fingers over his cheek had Spencer shivering slightly. "I think I'll take my drink now." Remy murmured. Then he lowered his head those few inches and Spencer's eyes slipped closed to better savor the sensation of this first kiss.
That first kiss was always important. It was your chance to set the standard for yourself in the future and to kind of give a preview of what was to come. His first kiss, Bianca Sutherland, had taught him that when he was at Caltech. She'd taught him the importance of a first kiss and how to do it just right. She taught him to put as much as he could into a first kiss to entice the other's interest while at the same time leave them wanting to come back for more. Ever since she'd taught him, that was what he tried to do. Up until today. This time, this kiss, he could barely even think, let alone try to use any type of skill.
They broke for air and he felt Remy's lips move against his as the man said "You taste so sweet, mon chéri." Then he was pressing back in, a little more heat in this kiss and Spencer couldn't help but gasp a little. The instant his lips parted, Remy's tongue was there, tracing over his lips before darting inside. The low heat in Spencer's stomach was now spreading, warming his entire body. He brought his hands up, putting them on Remy's waist. He needed something to hold onto. Something to keep him upright underneath this skillful assault.
When they broke apart again, both of them were breathing raggedly. The hand on Spencer's face stroked lightly before slipping back to run through his hair. He found himself lost in Remy's eyes; in the way the green seemed to have darkened and the pupils were blown wide. This time he was the one to lean in and initiate the next kiss. A little harder, a little more heat, and he was rewarded with a low moan that he felt more than heard. He couldn't hold himself back anymore and he moved his hands on Remy's hips, slipping them underneath the hem of his shirt. He let out a low moan that Remy swallowed down when he found the Cajun's smooth skin.
Spencer pulled back, letting out a little gasp when their lips separated. He hooked the bottom of Remy's shirt and gave a tug that got Remy's attention. The man understood. He brought both his hands down and grabbed his own shirts, pulling them up and over his head, and Spencer was rewarded with his first look at Remy's chest. Despite the fact that he wasn't a religious man, the first thing he thought of was Good God. The man was beautiful. As he'd suspected, there was muscle underneath the clothes. Plus all that golden skin, smooth and just begging to be touched. Spencer let his hands trace over Remy's abs, fingers outlining the muscles, then slipping up and to his shoulders, his neck. God!
He'd been so focused on touching him that he barely paid any attention to Remy's hands on his shirt, undoing his buttons one by one, until suddenly he felt the material open and Remy was pushing it off his shoulders. Spencer dropped his arms to let the shirt slip off and pool on the floor. For just a second a flash of his typical nerves came back, shyness trying to creep in, only to be chased away by the bright flash of lust that lit Remy's face. "Dieu, mon chéri. You're beautiful."
Spencer couldn't take it anymore. He took one of Remy's hands and started to move, leading him back toward the bedroom. They were barely in the door when Spencer spun around and surprised the Cajun completely by wrapping his arms around his neck and taking another kiss, this one much more demanding. The heat took away any shyness. Spencer was caught up in the wave of it. He moved backwards, their lips locked together, until he felt his bed bump against the back of his legs. Then the two were tumbling and Spencer landed on his back, Remy's body pressed over his, and they both groaned. Their kisses grew hotter, more demanding.
With a sigh of pleasure, Spencer did something that he wouldn't typically dare to do, something that was so out of character for him. He stopped thinking, stopped analyzing, and simply gave himself over to the sensations. Later he could think this to death all he wanted. Right now, everything felt so good and he didn't want it to stop. There was only him and Remy and that heat that was growing between them with each kiss, each touch, each glide of hand over skin. Spencer couldn't keep from moaning at the feel of that hot, hard body over his. His hands came up of their own accord, tracing over Remy's hips almost hesitantly. He felt Remy's shiver and it made him bolder, long nimble fingers tracing over his ribs, indulging in feeling all that skin he'd been admiring. There were scars on the man's back, some bunched together, some random. Spencer traced them all, growing bolder with each shiver and shudder that Remy gave.
Remy's mouth broke free, traveling over Spencer's neck and down to nip at his collarbone, wringing a small gasp from the young genius that had Remy doing it again just to get that reaction once more. His mouth went lower and Spencer couldn't help how he moaned when that wet heat closed over his nipple. His hands clutched for a moment at Remy's back.
Spencer could barely breathe as Remy mapped his way down his body with tongue and teeth. Everything felt so good, so wonderful, and he wanted more, more, more! He brought his hands to Remy's hair, pulling out the ponytail there so that he could thread his fingers in the soft locks, needing to touch yet barely able to gather enough brainpower to even think beyond the hot, wet mouth on his skin.
It wasn't until Remy started unhooking Spencer's slacks, his tongue tracing over a prominent hipbone, that Spencer felt the flash of nerves try to rear up. He looked down at Remy, their eyes locking while Remy unhooked his lover's slacks and slowly, carefully, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of them and the boxers underneath. Their eyes stayed locked as Remy drew them both slowly down his hips.
Spencer shivered under the heat in Remy's eyes. He used that look to anchor on as Remy stripped him of the last of his clothes, pausing to pull his shoes off as well and drop them to the floor. And when they were gone, when he was lying there with nothing to cover him, he kept staring at those eyes, watching Remy's face, watching as the man drew back just enough to look him over. The heat there, the way that Remy's eyes flashed, they took his nerves and shoved them back once more until he didn't feel anything but lust, heating him inside and outside. Those sensations gave him courage so that he moved his hands, cupping Remy's face and drawing him back up for a kiss that was just a little more urgent, a little hotter. Need was filling him to the brim.
He felt Remy's hands brace on either side of him as Spencer poured himself into the kiss. He slid his hands back into Remy's hair, drawing him in closer, letting his body arch up. When Remy moaned, hips reflexively jerking at the friction Spencer was creating, the young genius took advantage of that moan to let his tongue come out, tracing the contours of Remy's mouth. Remy met him heat for heat, the two of them almost dueling for dominance in that kiss, their bodies pushing against one another in a way that had them both panting slightly when they finally broke their kiss.
"Remy." He ran his hands down the man's back, letting his nails scrape gently over Remy's spine. "I need you."
Those three words sent an arrow of heat straight through Remy. He sucked in a breath and his eyes widened for a second and then he was kissing Spencer once more. Spencer let his hands slide around and down, snapping the button on Remy's jeans. When he slid the zipper and found only warm flesh under his hand, he couldn't help moaning. Remy wasn't wearing anything underneath his jeans. Jesus. It was more than Spencer could resist to slide those jeans down just enough that he could lift his hand and wrap it around that hard flesh, wringing a gasp from the older man. A soft hum of pleasure came from Spencer; the man was well built. Remy broke their kiss, his forehead dropping to press against Spencer's. "Dieu." He breathed out as Spencer stroked him. A shudder ran down him and his hips twitched, pushing into Spencer's hand. Then, to Spencer's surprise, Remy was pulling his hand away. "You keep that up, this is gonna be over before we even start." He lifted his head, eyes locking with Spencer's. "Tell me you got supplies in here, Spencer."
Supplies? It took Spencer's overcharged brain a moment to realize what he meant. Oh! "In the nightstand."
To get to it, Remy had to move his body off of Spencer's, something that made them both moan a little at the loss of heat. Yet Spencer had to admit, it was worth the view as he watched Remy stretch over toward the nightstand. As he did, he also took advantage of the moment and shimmed the rest of the way out of his jeans, giving Spencer one hell of a view that the young man most definitely enjoyed. His breath caught at all that skin revealed. It only took a second and then Remy was back, lips locking on Spencer's once more for a hard, fast kiss. Remy broke the kiss to murmur against his lips once more, his words unintelligible.
Spencer's hands were on Remy's back, sliding down to cup his backside, pulling their bodies flush and making them moan loudly as they pressed together intimately, hard flesh against hard flesh. Spencer kissed him, passion taking away anything else and leaving behind nothing but that burning, aching need. That need for more. Unashamed, Spencer let his legs fall open a little more, letting Remy slip down between them, their bodies pressing together even more intimately. Spencer couldn't help how he moaned at that. It had been too long since he'd felt this kind of heat. Too long since he'd been touched like this. His body was on fire! "Remy, I need you. Please. Please." His skin felt hot, stretched too tight over him. Every touch, every kiss, was building that fire more and more. The sweetness they'd started with was morphing into a need so strong it was all they could think of. Spencer surrendered himself to it, letting it blaze inside of him, this fire that was stronger than anything he'd ever felt all because of this man he'd never met before tonight.
Vaguely he heard the small pop as Remy opened the bottle of lube and then the man shifted, a hand reaching down between them, and something cool was against his skin, tracing around his entrance. At the same time that he pushed a finger in, Remy took Spencer's lips once more, swallowing down the throaty moan that Spencer let out. God! It had been so long since Spencer had done this that it took a second for that first finger to slide in. He pushed down against it, welcoming that feeling of fullness, using the kiss to distract himself from the burn. The initial pain faded after just a moment as his body adjusted.
One finger turned to two and Spencer broke their kiss to drop his head back against the bed. The burn was there, making him shudder. He felt Remy stop and then those fingers were moving, sliding in and out of him, scissoring to stretch his body until Spencer started to push against them and it was all he could focus on. Then those fingers twisted and curled and rubbed against that place inside that had Spencer's whole body bowing. Remy had propped himself up on one arm and was watching him. "You are so beautiful, Spencer." He added another finger, instantly moving them to Spencer's prostate, stroking across it and making him moan and writhe, unable to focus on the burn beyond the pleasure.
"Please." The word came out as both a plea and a moan. "More, more, more."
The fingers disappeared and Spencer moaned at the loss. That feeling didn't last for a long. There was the sound of the condom wrapper and then a moment later his lover settled between his legs and was pressing against him, their eyes locking together as Remy pushed forward, sliding in that still tight passage, making them both groan. Spencer's body shuddered and his hands gripped tightly to the sheets as that burn flared bright and painful at first. Inch by inch the man slid in, the both of them panting. One of Remy's hands stroked Spencer's side, soothing him as Spencer whimpered slightly. When he was fully seated, Remy dropped his head down, their cheeks pressing together and bodies shuddering. He was holding still to give Spencer's body time to adjust. Finally, with a needy whimper, Spencer moved his hips, begging for movement. Remy easily caught the hint.
Hands braced on either side of Spencer as Remy adjusted. In response, Spencer lifted his legs, wrapping them around Remy's waist. And as Remy started to move, that burn went away and the pleasure was raging in him, consuming him. It was so much more than he'd ever known. He was on fire, burning from the inside out, the both of them burning. He moaned, not caring what he sounded like. His hips lifted to meet Remy's thrust, twisting just a little, and he drank in the sound of Remy's groan. It started out slow, with long, deep thrusts that had Spencer's body quivering and his legs trembling. Sweat built on their skin as Spencer tried to roll his hips, tried to get more, oh please more, and Remy was intent on drawing it out, savoring the tightness and heat and the absolute beauty of the writhing being beneath him. But then they shifted just right and Remy hit that place inside of him that had his whole body shuddering and a half moan, half scream came out before he could stop it and suddenly neither one of them could handle slow anymore.
Spencer couldn't think. He could barely remember to breathe as Remy's hands gripped his hips and he thrust, over and over, right into the same spot, slamming into Spencer's prostate. He felt his orgasm building, a white hot heat that seared every inch of him until he felt like he was made up only of pleasure, mindlessly pushing up against Remy's thrusts, begging without even realizing he was doing it. He was babbling, begging, his body rolling, hands coming up to clutch at Remy's sweat soaked skin, his short nails dragging down and leaving welts behind. Everything in Spencer built and built, the pleasure blinding him until he saw nothing but those bright eyes above him, staring straight down into his. Then came that final thrust, that last hard push, and Spencer's body bowed up and he screamed, his orgasm ripping him apart without Remy having ever had to even stroke his cock. He felt more than heard Remy groan, his hips jerking as he too was flung over the edge, carried away by the pleasure.
As the last of it faded, Remy's body collapsed on him, pinning him to the bed. Spencer didn't care in the least. He couldn't even find the energy to lift his arms. He just lay there, content to have Remy's weight on him, enjoying the after feelings still tingling in him. Without realizing it, he was smiling, turning his face to bury it against Remy's hair. Though they both knew they should rise and clean up, they stayed where they were, content to simply lie there for the moment.
It was just shy of eight when Spencer stood in front of his coffee pot wearing just a pair of sweats, pouring his first cup of coffee. He heard almost silent footsteps come up behind him before a pair of arms slipped around his waist. A smile curved his lips as Remy's bare chest pressed against his back and the man nuzzled at his neck. "Morning, mon chéri."
Spencer couldn't help but chuckle. "Didn't we already say good morning?" He teased, referring to about an hour ago when he'd woken up to Remy's body stretched over his. The man had told him he was simply saying 'good morning' before he slid down Spencer's body and proceeded to show him just how good a morning it was.
Chuckling, Remy kissed the side of his neck. "You complaining?"
"Not in the least bit. Coffee?"
It was both easy and comfortable for them to take their cups of coffee and settle down on Spencer's couch together. They took separate ends, turning in to face one another, their legs tangling together slightly. It felt, nice. The nice didn't last long. No sooner had they settled in and both taken their first drinks than the phone rang. Spencer rolled his eyes but turned to answer it. He couldn't bring himself to just ignore it when it was on the coffee table beside him. Plus, there was always the chance it could be important. With one hand he cradled his cup while reaching out with the other and scooping the phone up. He pressed the button before putting it to his ear. "Dr. Reid."
"Hey, kid." Derek said in way of greeting. Before he even said the next part, Spencer knew what was coming just by the tone of his voice. "I just got a call from Jayje and I told her I'd call you. Sorry to ruin your day off but we've got a bad one. I'm getting ready right now. You want me to swing by and pick you up?"
Spencer was sighing even as he started to rise off the couch. "That would be great. Are we heading to the Bureau or straight to the jet?"
"She said they'll brief us on the jet. This one sounds rough already."
"Just great. I'll meet you in the parking lot in…twenty minutes?"
"Sounds good. See you then."
He was in the kitchen when he hung the phone up. From the cupboard he pulled out a travel mug, setting it down on the counter by the pot. He'd have enough time to finish his cup and the next cup could go in his travel mug. He turned around and found Remy standing in the kitchen as well, leaning against the counter. Spencer looked at him and battled back the regretful little sigh that wanted to build up. He'd been looking forward to what could happen today. Just his luck that the first time he has plans on his day off, a case had to come up. "I'm sorry, Remy." He apologized. "I have to go. A case just came in and Morgan's on his way to pick me up."
"It's okay, Spencer. You warned me it could happen."
The nerves that he'd somehow been lacking all night long suddenly made an appearance, curling in his stomach and making his eyes drop to the floor. He'd been so brave, so confident all night long! Why did the blasted nerves have to come back now? He tried to push them down and screw up what remained of his courage to say something that was, to him, very important. "I uh…I'd like to see you again. You know, when I'm home once more."
"I'm glad."
The two simple words had Spencer's eyes snapping up once more. Seeing that his answer surprised Spencer, the other man smiled in a sweet sort of way. "I don't do the one night stand thing really, Spencer. I like you and I'd really like to get to know you more."
"Oh." Spencer felt his lips curve. Those nerves faded away again. "I'd like that, too."
It was almost twenty minutes later on the dot when the two strolled out together into the parking lot of Spencer's apartment building. Derek wasn't there yet, so Spencer walked with Remy over to his bike, not quite ready to say goodbye yet but knowing that they had to. When they were standing beside it, Spencer felt slightly shy again. Remy lifted a hand, brushing his knuckles over Spencer's cheek. "I had a great time." His voice was low and husky, his accent just a little thicker.
"I did too." He bit his lip and looked up to Remy's eyes. "I don't…last night wasn't something I typically do."
"Well, I'm glad you made an exception."
"So am I." And he was. It was one of the most out of character decisions he'd ever made and one that he didn't regret in the least bit. Once more he bit his lip, this time in contemplation. Then he gave in to his urge and he stretched up those few inches to press his lips against Remy's. He felt the man's hand close over his cheek, cupping his face, and Remy was returning the gentle kiss. When they broke apart, they were both smiling. Remy tipped in a little, brushing his nose against Spencer's. "Come to Lagniappe when you get back. I'm there most every night, cept for when I have Andrei. But that aint till next weekend."
"I will."
One last kiss, just as gentle and just as sweet, and then he was stepping back to watch as Remy pulled his helmet on and climbed onto the bike. Remy flashed him one last grin before starting his bike. He was pulling out of the parking lot right as Derek's car came pulling in. Spencer waited for the car to come to a stop before going up and opening the passenger's door. He was barely inside before Derek started to tease him. "Look at you! Someone had a good night."
How on earth could he tell? Spencer buckled his belt and cast a quick look up at Derek's face. "What do you mean?" He stalled.
Derek snorted and put the car into drive. "Don't even try it, kid. You've got that grin that means only one thing." When the car stopped at the exit of the parking lot, Derek took advantage of the pause to flash a knowing grin toward him. "Plus, JJ said you were getting a ride home from the guy at the bar. Doesn't take a profiler to pair those two together."
"What did she have to say about it?" Honestly curious, Spencer shifted to better watch his friend's face. He was a little concerned about what JJ might've said. While his friends all knew that Spencer had recently come out of a bad relationship, Derek was the only one that Spencer had told that his partner had been male. While he wasn't ashamed of his sexuality, he didn't openly advertise it either. Somehow he'd just never really been able to bring himself to tell his other friends that he was interested in men as much as women. No, that's an incorrect way to describe it. More accurate would be to say that gender does not matter to me. It's the person I'm attracted to, not their gender. The only reason Derek knew was because he'd stopped by Spencer's apartment once to pick him up and Paul had been there. He'd taken it very well, surprisingly. Spencer had always privately worried about Derek's reaction the most, considering the man's history. But finding out had changed nothing between them. Their friendship was still just as strong. Spencer just wasn't eager to test that with the rest of his friends too.
Derek gave him a knowing look. "Don't worry, man. They all just think you made a friend. Though," His voice changed, laced with humor now. "if you don't want them figuring it out, you might wanna do something about the huge grin you got going on." He started to laugh when Spencer blushed, that smile still on his face. "Man, kid. I can't believe it! I didn't think you'd really take someone home with you. That aint really your style."
"Remy's different." It sounded so cheesy when he said it out loud. Nervously Spencer reached up and tucked some hair behind his ear. He didn't know how to put something like this into words. Derek was right; this wasn't like him. This wasn't really his style. But it had just felt different and right with Remy. "It was just…I don't know. It was easy. I didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable. It was easy to relax around him."
"Well, good for you, Reid. I told you, you just needed to get outta that apartment. Aren't you glad you came out with us?"
That brought to mind why he'd been hiding out in his apartment, which reminded him of what had happened. Spencer's grin wiped away and he battled back a grimace. When Paul had started calling incessantly, Derek had been the one that Spencer had gone to for help in getting his number changed and new locks on his door—the locks were just to be cautious. Ever since he'd found out what was going on, the older man had made Spencer promise that he would tell him if anything else happened. He really didn't want to. He knew his friend wasn't going to be happy about it. But a promise was a promise and, if he was honest with himself, he could admit that it would make him feel a little better to know that there was someone who knew what was going on and would be looking out for him. That sensation was so strange for him yet it was one he was steadily growing used to, at least with Derek. His best friend didn't exactly give him a choice in the matter. Whether he liked it or not, Derek looked out for him.
He didn't realize that his smile had faded away. Uncomfortable, he shifted some in his seat, fiddling with the strap on his bag. "Paul was at the bar last night." He blurted out.
"What?" Derek's voice instantly turned serious. "Did he do anything?"
Spencer shrugged one shoulder. "He wanted to talk. To explain, he said. Apparently he and Sandy aren't together anymore."
"Too damn bad for him. I hope you sent the bastard packing."
"Remy came up, actually. That's how I met him. He asked if there was a problem. Then he made Paul leave and took me to the bar to give me a drink to settle my nerves." With a deep breath, Spencer made his nerves settle. "I was very clear with Paul. I let him know that them separating has nothing to do with me and that he needs to leave me alone. I think he got the message. But I did promise I'd tell you when things like this happened."
"Kid," Derek paused, sighed, and when he continued, his voice was a little cautious. "Maybe it's time you take this to Hotch…"
"No!" Spencer interjected quickly. Was Derek serious? There was no way he was taking this to Aaron! "There's no reason to tell anyone else what's going on."
"Reid, he's stalking you. You know that as well as I do. All the phone calls and now this. If he's following you places, he's escalating."
"I also know Paul. Just…trust me on this. I can handle him. I'm being cautious about this, Morgan. I'm not taking chances with myself. I just know him. When it becomes obvious that I'm not going to provide him with the attention to he desires, he'll go back to his wife. Men like him follow a pattern."
"You're right, they do." Derek took hold of that statement and turned it back around against him. "He's a 'Rejected Stalker', Reid. What's the profile on a rejected stalker?"
He couldn't help but grimace. Derek had neatly turned that around against him. Spencer looked out the window, trying to look anywhere but at his friend while he answered. "Rejected stalking arises in the context of the breakdown of a close relationship. Victims are usually former sexual partners. The initial motivation of a Rejected stalker is to either attempt to reconcile the relationship, or to exact revenge for a perceived rejection. In many cases Rejected stalkers present as ambivalent about the victim and sometimes appear to want the relationship back, while at other times they are clearly angry and want revenge on the victim. This type of stalker may have high levels of narcissism and jealousy. They may also have feelings of humiliation, over-dependence, and/or poor social skills and a resulting poor social network. They're often the most persistent and intrusive type of stalker and are more likely to employ intimidation and assault in pursuit of their intended victim. A history of violence in the relationship with the partner is not uncommon."
"And how much of that profile does Paul fit?"
Too much. Way, way too much. He's attempting to reconcile the relationship one moment and the next he's furious that I've broken it off. He has always been the jealous type and ever since we've separated, he's shown signs of classic narcissism that I'm amazed I didn't see before. He has poor social skills—that was one thing that we bonded over. There was no real history of violence, not until the end. Not until that last fight. "I know how it looks. I just, well, I just need to handle this on my own, Morgan. I promise, at the first sign of serious trouble, I'll call you. But for now I need you to leave this alone and let me handle it. Please."
It was obvious that Derek didn't like what he had to say. It was equally obvious that Spencer wasn't going to budge on this. The sigh that his friend let out was one of both resignation and annoyance. "Fine. But if I find out you're hiding shit, I'll kick your ass myself, got it?"
Amusement warmed Spencer. "Got it."