This chapter is rated NC17, in all its slashy goodness

By the time Spencer walked into Lagniappe that night with his two friends, his nerves had returned and were swirling around inside of his stomach. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Penelope and Derek had picked him up from his apartment not long ago, giving him just enough time after work to shower and change. When he'd come out to the car, Penelope had exclaimed over him, seeming surprised that he'd managed to dress himself without her input. Spencer still wasn't quite sure if he should be insulted by that surprise or not. Didn't she realize he'd been dressing himself for a long, long time? Or was she implying with her surprise that the way he usually dressed was not okay? He knew people tended to pick on his 'professor clothes'. Remy didn't seem to mind them, though. Plus, what he was wearing wasn't that different from normal. He didn't have his usual vest or tie, true, and his button up shirt fit him a little better than some of his others. It was a dark purple one that JJ had bought for him once.

The first thing Spencer noticed before he was even fully through the doors was the noise. Music was pumping and there was laughter and clapping. His friends were right with him as he made his way inside. Tables and chairs had been rearranged, leaving the same amount of seating just in different places and opening up a wide spot in the floor. There was a crowd ringed around that open spot, all of them clapping along with the lively music that was playing on the machine. In the middle of the floor were two people dancing what looked to be a quick two-step. Spencer stopped at the bar, finding a place to lean and watch through the crowd. When he realized who was out there, he couldn't help but grin.

He saw Remy's smiling face when the man twisted and turned with his partner, who happened to be a woman that looked like she wasn't a day less than sixty, yet her feet were moving just as fast as his and she never missed a beat. Her skirt twirled around her as she moved and her cheeks were bright with color. The both of them looked like they were laughing.

"Would you look at that?" Penelope took a stool beside him, her eyes on the couple on the floor. "Look at them move!"

Yes, look at him move Spencer thought. A little hum built in the back of his throat. His eyes traveled over Remy's body, enjoying the way he twisted and moved so gracefully with the beat, never faltering in a single step. That infectious smile of his was lighting up his face and his eyes were sparkling. There was a flush to his cheeks from the exercise that put Spencer to mind of other things that put that flush there. How on earth did I get so lucky? That amazing, sexy man out there wanted him. Him. He had no idea what he'd done to earn something like that but he definitely wasn't going to sit and question it. He'd be a fool to do so. No, he'd enjoy every minute of it.

The song came to an end and the two spun in a final flourish. Remy twirled the woman in and dipped her low. The whole bar lit up with applause. Remy straightened the woman back up and stepped back, bringing her hands up with his and pressing a kiss to the back of each of her hands. "Merci for the dance, Penny-Lee."

"Oh, thank you!" The woman, Penny-Lee, spoke with a warm southern drawl that spoke of Texas in her background. She gave Remy's hands a squeeze. "You make this ol' lady feel almost like a young thing again."

"Old lady? Where?"

His teasing comment brought a laugh from her. She let go of his hands and smacked his arm. "Get on with you, scoundrel. Go charm someone else."

With the start of the next song, a new couple took to the floor, starting what Spencer thought might be a jitterbug. He didn't pay much attention. Most of his attention was focused on the bright eyed man that was making his way through the crowd, shaking hands and laughing with people along the way, even exchanging a hug here or there. About halfway through, Remy's eyes lifted and seemed to unerringly go straight to Spencer. It did wonders for his ego, not to mention the way it made his stomach flip-flop, to see how Remy's entire face lit up. "Spencer!" With a grin and a laugh, Remy quickly slid around the last few people between them and stepped right up to Spencer. He didn't give Spencer a chance to stand up off his stool even before wrapping the younger man in his arms and hugging him. Spencer could only hug him back.

Remy pulled back and smiled down at him, one hand coming up to smooth some of Spencer's hair back from his face, murmuring something low in Cajun.

The moment was broken by a barely muted squeal. Remy's eyebrows went up with surprise, his head turning to where Penelope and Derek both stood grinning at them. Spencer closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, he lifted his chin and turned a little on his seat. It gave him a nice thrill that Remy stayed at his side, one arm staying around his shoulders. "Remy, I'd like you to meet my friends and coworkers Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia. Guys, this is Remy."

All smiles, Remy stuck his hand out and shook each of theirs. "It's nice to meet you both." Then, with a charming smile and a bluntness Spencer was coming to realize was pure Remy, the man added on "I imagine y'all are here to check me out, make sure I aint some lowlife coming after your boy here. And being who you are and doing what you do, I bet you got a whole list of questions for me. So why don't we find somewhere to go grab a bite to eat and talk proper like, oui? I'm more liable to answer your question with a full stomach. You hungry, cher?" The last part he directed toward Spencer. "There's a cozy little Mexican place about a block and a half away that's open till midnight."

"That sounds wonderful."

When Derek and Penelope both agreed, Remy smiled happily. He stretched around Spencer to lean over the bar, calling out to the bartender. "Oy, Lenny! I'm out for the night. You need anything, you call, got it?"

"Got it, Rems!" Lenny shouted back to him.

Straightening back up, Remy slid his arm off Spencer and held a hand out to him. "May I, monsieur?"

Humor brightened Spencer's eyes. "Indeed." With his friends watching on, he put his hand in Remy's and rose from the stool. Penelope was watching them with wide eyes and a giggle and Derek was shaking his head and grinning. He slung his arm around her shoulders and the two followed behind Remy and Spencer. The young couple kept their hands in one another's as they walked in the crisp night air. Spencer found he liked that feeling. He liked the fact that Remy did it so naturally as well, as if it were a simple thing. Paul had never wanted to hold hands in public for fear of how people might react and Spencer hadn't ever argued it.

Remy let his shoulder bump Spencer's, drawing his eyes. "Merci for warning me you was bringing some friends." He murmured in a low voice, trying to keep the two behind them from hearing. It wouldn't be much of a problem. Spencer could here Derek and Penelope whispering behind them and Penelope's soft chuckles.

"But I didn't…oh." Spencer bit his lip and looked down at his feet as they walked. Duh, he was being sarcastic, Spencer. His brain taunted him. "I'm sorry. I didn't think about it."

"I can tell." The sarcasm was gone from his words and there was just a hint of humor to them now. He squeezed Spencer's hand reassuringly. "It's fine, mon chéri. Just, a little warning next time, s'il tu plait? I'd like to make sure I'm prepared. I'd like to make a good impression on them."

The idea of next time, of introducing Remy to more people in his life, brightened Spencer. That meant that Remy would be around for that 'next time' and that was something he found himself immensely pleased with. "Of course."

They came up to the restaurant then and a few minutes later the four were seated in a booth in the back corner, away from the other patrons. It didn't escape Spencer's notice, or Derek's, that Remy took the inside of the booth on the side by the wall, effectively putting himself into a corner and allowing himself a view of the whole restaurant. Remy's smile said he'd caught there looks and was amused by it.

A woman brought them menus and offered to take their drink orders. When Spencer picked coffee, Penelope scolded him. "It's a little late at night for coffee, Reid."

"It's not late." Spencer protested, furrowing his eyebrows. "It's not even nine thirty yet!"

Remy leaned in to Spencer's side, lowering his voice so the waitress couldn't hear him as he murmured "Trust me, you don't want their coffee."

Spencer's lips twitched at the obvious disgust in Remy's low words. He fought back the smile and changed his drink order to a soda instead. Once the waitress had their drink orders, she left to go fill them while they perused the menus. Spencer slanted a look over to Remy. "So, what's good here?"

"Honestly, the best way to do things is order the sampler platter. That's what I usually get. It's too big for one so I usually take the leftovers home. You wanna share one with me?"

"That sounds good to me."

Derek and Penelope looked at one another and agreed to do the same thing. They had good timing as their waitress was back with their drinks. She took the order for two large sampler platters and then she was off once more.

Now that they had their drinks and were waiting for their food, Spencer knew the quiet that had settled over his friends was going to end. The two of them had been surprisingly close mouthed ever since they'd arrived at Lagniappe and Spencer just knew they were saving up all their questions. Remy's expression said that he knew it too. He very deliberately settled into his corner of the booth, his hand casually coming to rest on Spencer's thigh beside him. Amusement was bright on his face. "All right, I'm ready for you. What would you like to know? Ask me anything."

"Not anything." Spencer interjected quickly. There was no way he was giving them that much freedom. His cheeks turned just slightly pink and his eyes darted towards Penelope. "There are some topics I will draw the line at."

Penelope laughed and reached over to pat his hand. "Calm down, sweetie. I'll get those details out of you later. For now, why don't you tell us a little about yourself, Remy?"

He nodded his head politely at her. "Okay. I'm Remy LeBeau, I'm twenty nine years old, and I was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana. I did the group home, foster system thing for the first ten years of my life until Jean-Luc LeBeau adopted me."

Now that was something Spencer hadn't known. He held in his surprise and decided to just sit back against the booth and listen. If at any point things got out of hand, he'd step in. But for now he knew it was better to just let them go. Plus, he was interested to learn a little more about the man beside him.

"Let's see, what else? I've owned Lagniappe for five years now and business is steady, so you know I got a steady job and income. I aint a money-grubber. I'm divorced, but my ex-wife is my best friend. We have a five year old boy together that I see every other weekend and days between."

"You have a child?" Derek asked with surprise.

"Oui. And I told Spencer that from the start." As if that closed the matter, Remy took a drink off his soda and then continued on talking. "Let's see. I'm not an alcoholic, though I like a drink now and again. I don't do drugs. Quit smoking when Belle got pregnant. I aint never hit a partner in my life. Merde, if I did, Tante Mattie and Papa both would fly up here and remind me of the manners they raised me with. I don't have any diseases. Did I cover everything?"

Penelope laughed outright at him. "I think I like you already."

"That's bon, cause I think I like you too, and I definitely like Spencer." Remy smiled brightly.

"So, I've got to ask, how does someone with a Master's degree in Fine Arts end up owning a bar?" She asked curiously.

Spencer's mouth dropped open and his gaze snapped to his friend. Oh, man. Seriously? Had she seriously done it? "Garcia! You ran a background check on him?"

She didn't look embarrassed in the least bit by her actions. If anything, she looked amused by his surprise. Rolling her eyes at him, she patted his hand once more. "Of course I did, Reid. You think I'm not going to check out someone you're seeing? If work's taught me anything, it's that you can't be too careful! Especially with you. I'm not letting anyone get near any one of my babies without being checked out."

He couldn't believe this! Well, okay, yes he could believe she'd done it. That was a very Garcia-like thing to do. But did she have to so openly admit to it as if it were perfectly acceptable? Embarrassed, Spencer looked at Remy. "I am so sorry about this. Garcia's our technical analyst and overprotective mother-hen. I should've figured that she'd run a background check on you."

Remy rubbed soothingly at his thigh. To Spencer's immense enjoyment, the older man leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, the both of them ignoring Penelope's 'awww!' "Don't worry about it. There aint nothing in there I'm ashamed of." He kissed him one last time and then settled back against the seat again. "As for your question, I was tending bar to save money for Paris when Belle came up pregnant. I ended up buying the bar with my savings cause owning a bar is a safer income to support a wife and child than running off to paint in Paris, non? Aint regretted the choice even once."

Their conversation was cut off by the arrival of their food. A long platter was laid on either side of the table. Spencer eyed the different foods on it and felt his mouth water. It all looked delicious. Beside him, Remy made an appreciative sound. "I've had an envie for this for the past few days."

"A what?" Derek asked.

"Envie." Remy repeated. He furrowed his brows, gesturing with the fork in his hand. "It means, well, it's like a craving. Something you want or something you want to do." He picked up a taquito and bit off one end of it. "And this is definitely something I've had an envie for. They're delicious."

For a few minutes the table was quite but for appreciative sounds as everyone started into their meal. It was actually Remy who finally broke that silence. When he paused in eating to take a drink, he asked "Can I ask a question, too?"

"Of course." Penelope said.

"Why do y'all call one another by your last names? You got perfectly fine first names."

Derek was the one to field that question. "It's a hazard of the job, really. We spend most all of our time together at work. When you're traveling all over, or dealing with others in the Bureau you don't really know, you're always introduced by your title and last name. After a while, you just get used to hearing your last name all the time. It doesn't feel professional or right to be visiting some station and having the people there call you agent or by your last name while your team around you calls you by your first. It would confuse people."

"So it just becomes easier to use last names." Spencer said next. "And since we do it all the time at work and that's where the majority of our time is spent, it became natural to do it outside of work as well. After all the years we've been together it's automatic now. The only one that's different I think is Hotch. None of us call him Hotchner. He's just Hotch."

"And JJ." Penelope reminded him. For Remy, she added "She's the liaison for the team. She coordinates between the team and the departments they go to and she deals with the media. She also sorts through all the cases that come in. She's going to love you. Her partner's from New Orleans too. Reid and I are Godparents to their son, Henry."

Now it was Remy's turn to look over with surprise. "You're a parrain? That's quite an honor. You really must be close."

Spencer nodded at him. "We are. Henry's a wonderful little boy."

"Godparents are a big part of the southern culture. I remember once, my frère Henri, his parrain passed by to pick us up for the afternoon…" And Remy launched into a story that soon had the whole table laughing. That seemed to brighten the atmosphere around the table and conversation flowed much easier from there on out funny stories being exchanged through the whole meal that kept them laughing. When the food was done and the plates were cleared, they were still laughing, only this time it was at Spencer's expense as Derek told a story about one of Spencer's many mishaps while working. "It really wasn't his fault." The man said with a chuckle and an affectionate look for his best friend. "I mean, we all know Reid goes somewhere else when he's thinking. We just didn't think to warn Prentiss. She was still getting used to us all. But Reid was pacing back and forth, trying to crack this code that just looked like gibberish to the rest of us, muttering away in that way he gets. A bomb could've gone off and he wouldn't have noticed."

"I would too have noticed!" Spencer argued. Still, he had a tiny little smile on his lips.

"Right." Scoffing, Derek rolled his eyes and ignored him. "Anyways, all of a sudden he just froze and his head snapped up like someone decked him. Next thing we know he's flying for the board and Prentiss just came around it with a bunch of folders for us and the two ran right into one another. Bam! Papers went flying everywhere!"

Spencer buried his face in his hands while everyone laughed around him. It was mortifying! What was worse was that he knew the story wasn't done yet.

Smothering his laughter, Derek grinned at Spencer. "The two tried to get up and Reid here slipped on a paper and they managed to not only fall again, but slam their heads together at the same time. Hotch and I had to help them up so they wouldn't cause any more accidents. Reid was apologizing and stuttering the whole time and what was it Prentiss told you, kid?"

"She told me 'for the sake of my headache, I seriously hope you have some important answer, or I may have to hurt you, doctor'." Spencer parroted. He was saved from even more laughter when the waitress brought their check over to them. Before anyone had a chance to react, Derek reached out and snagged it from her. He ignored all of their protests. "It's my treat, guys. We can go out again sometime and we'll split it up then but tonight's on me." And in that, he was discreetly letting Spencer know that Remy had passed his test, at least for now. He was giving his approval of the man.

Spencer told Remy that once they were in the Cajun's car and on their way to Remy's house. He was curled up in the passenger's seat, watching Remy's face in the lights from outside. It was a handsome face; one that was easy to watch. "You know, paying for dinner was Morgan's subtle way of saying he approved of you." Spencer murmured. The darkness of the car seemed to call for low voices. "And Garcia obviously liked you."

"I'm glad. I was nervous as all get out."

"Really? I never would've guessed. You were so calm and cool." Impulsively, Spencer let his hand reach over, curling it lightly around Remy's thigh. "I really am sorry I didn't think to call and warn you."

"Je sais. I know." He translated his words when he saw Spencer didn't understand them. "I know it wasn't an intentional thing. It's fine, cher. Don't worry about it." In the light from a passing car, Spencer saw Remy's grin stretched wide and he could even hear it in his voice. "You can make it up to me if you really want to."

There was no mistaking that meaning, even for Spencer. He knew he didn't catch on to some of the subtle things people said but he caught this one. Lust sparked down low in his stomach. Deliberately he squeezed lightly at Remy's thigh. "I think that can be arranged." It amused him to see Remy increase their speed just the slightest bit.

Not much later, the two arrived at Remy's house. It was Spencer's first time there and he stood for a second outside the car with his go-bag in hand, just looking at the place. The house was a single story with a short front porch. It was a three bedroom, two bath, Remy had told him. He'd converted one bedroom into a library/office, though. The other room was for Andrei and the last was the master bedroom. An arm slipped around Spencer's waist, making him startle slightly before relaxing into it. "C'mon, let me give you the tour." Remy said.

Spencer let himself be led up the walk and, after a pause to unlock the door, inside the home. The very first thought he had when he walked into the living room was that this place just screamed Remy. The entryway itself was gorgeous. The whole floor was hardwood, but right as you stepped in there was a pattern of tiles made to look like an area rug. The outer ring was a dark blue/gray set of tiles. They were shaped like bricks, layered twice in a rectangular shape. Inside of that rectangle were reddish brown tiles in a Spanish style. Then into the living room was a large couch, a love seat, a recliner, a coffee table, and of course a flat screen TV; all the typical furniture for a living room. There was also a fireplace tucked into the corner.

The lights came on and everywhere he looked, there were warm colors and comfortable looking furniture and art. Artwork was everywhere. Pictures on the walls, a sculpture over in the corner of the living room, on the shelves of a bookcase. There was no doubt that the person who lived here appreciated art. More than the art, there were pictures. Almost all of the pictures contained a boy with curly auburn hair and stunningly bright blue eyes. They showed a progression from infancy to some that had to be recent. The pictures either showed him alone, or with Remy, or with a pretty blond haired woman, or with both of them.

"I know it's a bit much for just me." Remy said, drawing him further in. "When Andrei's here, though, the house just seems fuller. I wanted space where he could come to see me and we wouldn't be cramped down in something small. Plus, I like my space. I like that I've got a fully fenced backyard, sheltered by trees and such too that makes it feel more private. Over here, there's my dining room and my kitchen."

Those two rooms were open to one another, one bleeding into the other, with the kitchen counters turning to make a partial divider between the two that doubled as bar seating, three stools set at it. A large oak table and chairs took up the dining room, situated close, but not too close, to the sliding glass doors that led to the back porch. The kitchen itself was warm woods and granite and shining stainless steel appliances. Here it was obvious was a well-used room. It made Spencer smile a little to see the stereo on the counter, the multiple spice racks, the little planter in the window box above the sink, and then all the colored pictures hung up by magnets all over the fridge. The profiler in him could see that this room was used frequently and was most likely the hub of the house. That seemed to be how it was for families. Over the years Spencer had seen that in many houses he and the team had profiled. The kitchen was a center for families. It was where they cooked, ate, talked, laughed, cried.

The arm around him pulled a little and Spencer was led down the hallway. The first door on the left was a bathroom that Remy told him was Andrei's bathroom. Directly across from it was Andrei's room. Next door on the right was the office and across from that was a linen closet. Then, at the end of the hall, the last door was to the master bedroom.

The hardwood floors from the living room ran down the hallway and back to the bedrooms. Spencer took just a second to sweep his gaze over the room, drawing in the important details. The enormous king sized bed that dominated the room, the nightstands on either side, the large mahogany dresser against the far wall, the picture window with the window seat full of pillows, an enormous bookshelf on another wall, more art everywhere, a door that most likely led to a master bath, and a door that had to be a closet. All of that Spencer took in with a look. Then he turned to what actually held his attention; the man who still had an arm around him.

Spencer let his bag drop down to the ground by the wall before he turned himself in towards Remy. It was an easy move to bring his arms up and slip his hands under Remy's jacket and around his waist. He splayed his hands over the man's back, enjoying the way Remy's hands moved to his hips and gave a little squeeze. "You have a beautiful home." Spencer complimented him.

"Merci." A twinkle came into Remy's eyes. "I think you got more than my house on your mind, though."

"Hmm." Tipping his head up just slightly, Spencer met Remy's eyes, smiling at him. "Am I that obvious?" His voice was a low murmur, a slightly husky edge to it. How did Remy manage to do this to him? How did he make him feel so comfortable and bold all at once? He didn't know but he loved it. With more confidence than someone would picture from the usually shy and nervous Dr. Reid, he slipped his hands over Remy's sides, coming back to the front to slip up to his shoulders so that he could push at his jacket. Remy obliged him by letting go long enough to let the jacket fall to the floor. When Spencer's hands went straight to the hem of Remy's shirt, the Cajun chuckled. "Oui, I think you might be." He joked in response to Spencer's question. However, he reached down and took hold of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before letting it drop down right beside his jacket.

Spencer made a soft sound of pleasure. He could look at Remy all day. The man had to work out; he had to. There was no way he kept in that good of shape just running a bar. Spencer reached out, tracing a hand over Remy's stomach, running his finger along the muscles there. He heard Remy suck in a breath. Just when Remy started to reach for him, Spencer let his hand drop down and he hooked his fingers in the front of his partner's jeans. Taking a step backwards in the general direction of the bed, he tugged Remy with him. There was humor and lust both in Remy's eyes now. "Just what're you doing, mon chéri?"

"I'm making it up to you. Remember?"

It pleased him to see Remy's eyes flash with heat. Spencer kept going back until he found the bed. Then, still trying to hold on to that boldness, using the lust he could read off of Remy to help bolster his courage, he gave the man a crooked smile. "Why don't you lie down and let me make it up to you properly? Though, I'd recommend removing your shoes, first. I doubt you want those on your bedding."

The two removed their shoes at the same time, setting them off to the side. Then Remy climbed right into the center of his bed and lay down on his back, folding his hands behind his head. There was a cocky sort of grin on his face that was absolutely sexy. Spencer couldn't believe that the vision stretched out there in front of him was there for him. He felt nervous for just a moment, not quite sure if he was going to be able to do what he wanted to do. What if the past couple times they'd been together had been a fluke? What if he did something wrong? What if he wasn't good enough? But his eyes met Remy's and the man seemed to understand those nerves. His smile never wavered and his voice was husky as he spoke in a low voice. "I'm all yours, Spencer. Do with me what you will."

There was a subtle dare there that Spencer couldn't help but respond to. He found the courage to climb onto the bed as well. He didn't stop until he was stretched out right beside him, propped up on one arm so he could look down at his face. Spencer smiled down at him and bent for a kiss. He left his reservations and insecurities behind and just let himself feel. Tonight, he was going to indulge himself a little.

When he broke the kiss, Remy was breathing just a little heavier. Tipping his head, Spencer slid his lips to Remy's jawline, nibbling along the skin there. "I just want you to lie there and enjoy, Remy. Just lay back and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me?"

"Merde." The word shuddered out as Remy tipped his chin up, giving Spencer access to his neck. Spencer happily took the invitation. He nipped and kissed his way across the wide expanse of skin, loving the reaction he was getting. He catalogued every sound that Remy made in response to each action. When he bit that spot between neck and shoulder, Remy gave a hoarse little cry, his hips jerking up in response. Smirking, Spencer did it again, sucking on the skin until a little bruise formed, loving the way that Remy writhed. Tonight, he blessed his eidetic memory. It allowed him to draw on any bit of information he'd ever come across concerning human anatomy. He was going to put that knowledge to good use tonight to make this man fly.

One hand braced on the bed while the other started tracing over Remy's skin with a feather light touch, counting along his ribs, smoothing over his tight stomach, teasing at the tiny bit of hair that led to the waistband of his jeans. He explored every inch of exposed skin. Tonight, he was going to map out all of that golden skin and commit every inch of it to memory. While his hand moved, Spencer kissed over Remy's chest, moving until he could reach one of his nipples. He bit the hard nub, making Remy cry out, before sucking it in and soothing it with his tongue. A hand threaded lightly in his hair and Spencer let it stay there, not minding its presence.

Spencer switched sides, going to Remy's other nipple and giving it the same treatment while he curled his hand over his side and lightly scratched at the skin there, enjoying how the Cajun was writhing once more. The fact that Remy was just lying there, letting him do what he wanted, it was staggering. No one had ever let Spencer explore like this. And the responses he was getting! He knew how to read body language enough to tell when someone was faking. He had experience in reading that. None of this was fake. He was really causing this kind of reaction! Emboldened, he trailed kisses downward until he reached the man's belly button, flicking his tongue over the sensitive area. Remy moaned and his hips moved, trying to get more sensation. Spencer moved his hands to grip Remy's hips and keep him still. He looked up, his eyes finding Remy's face, and Spencer found himself moaning softly against his skin. God, the man looked gorgeous!

Remy's one hand was still in Spencer's hair while the other one was gripping the pillow beside his head. From this angle, Spencer could see the flush in his cheeks and the way his eyes were heavy lidded, staring down at him. Their eyes locked while Spencer moved further down, unhooking his lover's jeans. Curling his fingers, Spencer caught the waistband of his jeans and underwear, slowly starting to slide them down. He had to break eye contact with Remy as more skin was revealed. A soft hum of satisfaction came to him when he got them low enough to reveal Remy's erection, letting it jut out proudly right in front of him. Lost in the moment, Spencer didn't bother pulling Remy's clothes completely off before leaning in. He looked back up at Remy once more at the same time that his tongue came out, tracing the vein on the underside of the man's cock. Remy sobbed out a breath, his legs moving now to try and help Spencer get him out of his clothes. Spencer chuckled and pulled back just enough to finally yank Remy's jeans completely off and toss them to the side. He put his hands at Remy's knees, sliding them up over his thighs, thrilled at the little tremors that were there and at the way that Remy let his legs fall open wantonly, absolutely unashamed of himself.

"You are utterly beautiful." Spencer dipped his head to kiss one thigh and then the other. "Gorgeous."

"Spencer….s'il tu plait, s'il tu plait."

He kissed up, his breath teasing over his skin, tongue flicking out to taste and tease. "Please what, baby?" He teased him. He nipped at the inside of Remy's thigh, making him jump and gasp.

Remy's answer was a breathless plea above him. "Anything."

"I don't know." Amused, he nuzzled at the base of Remy's cock, rising up to suck off the drop of precum that had built there, chuckling once more when Remy's hips jerked hard at that. "I kind of like you like this. So flushed and pretty. You're so very responsive, did you know? A person could get addicted to those sounds you make." To prove his point, he gave in to what they both wanted and took the head into his mouth, moaning a little at the flavor of the man and at how hot it was to hear the keening sound that Remy made. He didn't bother holding down Remy's hips for this. When the man thrust up, Spencer let him, pushing down at the same time so that he took him in as deep as he could go. Remy thankfully wasn't too thick, but he was long and it took Spencer a second to adjust to the length of him. He slid his mouth back up, adding just a scrape of teeth.

When Spencer took Remy in deep, his nose nestling in the thatch of curls, Remy half moaned, half keened, and both his hands were suddenly in Spencer's hair. Having already put the man on edge, Spencer knew it probably wouldn't take much to finish him off. Not that this was the end of Spencer's plans. Oh, no. He'd barely made it halfway down Remy's body and this was only the front side. He wanted to explore all of it. But first…Spencer threw himself into his task, putting all his knowledge and skill to use until Remy's hips were bucking and the room was filled with moans and pleas in Cajun that Spencer barely even understood. He felt the hands in his hair try to tug him away and he chuckled, the vibrations from his throat making Remy moan loudly. The man couldn't hold out much longer. Spencer felt it coming and he deep-throated him one last time while rolling his sack in his hand and scraping his thumbnail over his perineum. The combination of sensations set Remy off. The cry he gave echoed off the walls as his hips jerked spasmodically. Spencer locked on and rode his orgasm out, swallowing down the bitter liquid as it hit the back of his throat.

He didn't move his mouth until he felt Remy start to soften. With a last trace of his tongue, he let Remy slip from his mouth. The hands in his hair had limply dropped away to rest by Remy's sides. For a second, Spencer sat back, admiring the picture his lover made. Remy's eyes were closed and his chest was still heaving as he panted, obviously trying to catch his breath. Little bite marks showed from collarbone down to hip; just a few here and there. Pleased, Spencer shifted, dropping his head back down. He took advantage of Remy's relaxed state to shift his legs a little. Then he bent once more to his task, starting at the inside of Remy's left thigh and working his way down.

He heard the surprised sound Remy made, followed by a hoarse "Spencer?" that turned to a soft sort of moan when Spencer nipped down his calf. Amused, the young genius switched to the other leg, starting at the ankle and working up. "I'm not done with you yet, LeBeau." He murmured against his skin. The words that came past Remy's lips were in Cajun but Spencer had a feeling they were curses.

When he finished that leg, he got Remy to roll over. And then he went back to indulging himself. Remy's skin called to him and he touched and tasted it all, working his way up his body, finding all the little spots that made Remy gasp, or moan, or that would make his muscles jump. He catalogued all those sights and sounds, every scar he came across, every little bit of him. The way he gasped when Spencer licked at the back of his knee, or how he shuddered when Spencer traced his tongue over the base of his spine and up a few inches. When Spencer came to the scars on Remy's back, he felt him tense at first as if afraid of what Spencer would do. Spencer understood insecurity. To reassure, he tasted them all, showing Remy with his actions that he found him beautiful, scars and all.

By the time he reached the back of his neck, Remy was quivering from head to toe, a light sheen of sweat on his skin. He was moaning once more and babbling in that sexy mix of English and Cajun. Suddenly one of Remy's hands shot out to the side and he was stretching, reaching for the nightstand. Spencer moved over, reaching for him. In the drawer there he found what he'd expected; lube and condoms. What he hadn't expected was the way Remy drew his knees up under him, lifting his ass up in the air like an offering while he breathlessly begged "S'il tu plait, please. Spencer…"

Remy wanted him to top? Holy shit. Spencer had almost always been on the receiving end in relationships. The people he had been with hadn't wanted to be topped. The only time he'd really been able to had been with the two women he'd been with in his life. Otherwise, he'd only topped one time with a man. None had ever wanted him to. Yet here was this beautiful, sweaty, moaning, needy man, just begging to be taken. A shiver ran down Spencer's body and he realized that he wanted this, desperately. With slightly shaking hands he divested himself of his clothes. He hadn't even stripped yet. When he was as naked as Remy was, he moved back toward him, kneeling behind him.

That damp skin was too much to resist. Spencer ran his hand down Remy's thigh and leaned in to flick his tongue over his hip before biting lightly there, having already discovered how much Remy liked that. It earned him another deep, throaty moan. While he did that, Spencer opened the lube with his free hand and put some on his fingers. He bit at the older man's hip again, seeking to distract him when he started to slide that first finger in.

Oh, sweet heavens. Spencer's stomach clenched and his cock throbbed when he felt Remy's tight heat clench around him. It took almost all of his control to carefully prepare him. One finger to two and the sounds Remy was making were sending Spencer's need higher. He curled his fingers, seeking out that one place, and…Remy's hands gripped the sheets by his head and he sobbed. Yes, he'd found it. He stroked it again, making Remy's whole body jump. Now, from two to three, and he could hear the hiss of pain but he quickly stroked that spot again, and oh it was almost too much for the both of them.

Finally Spencer couldn't take it anymore. He slid his fingers out and hurried to open a condom and prepare himself. Teasing Remy had been teasing him as well and he was aching now. Aching and needy. Spencer got onto his knees, positioning himself behind him, taking his cock and lining it up. He stroked one hand over Remy's trembling back, soothing them both a little when he started that first push.

It was heaven and hell. Remy was tighter than anything that Spencer had ever felt! He ached to thrust, to bury himself to the hilt. But he kept his pace slow, listening carefully to the sounds Remy made. He may not have topped but once with a man, but he knew what it was to be the bottom and he knew what felt good and didn't. So he took it carefully, inch by inch, until sweet God he was finally in, buried deep in him and that velvet heat was clenching around him so that Spencer had to grit his teeth. Remy's hands were twisted in the sheets. He was panting, hot and open mouthed, these needy little whimpers slipping out every now and again. After Spencer felt him start to relax, he put his hands on his hips, bracing him. Then he started to move.

He had wanted to take his time with this as well. To savor the sensation. Neither of their bodies wanted to take this slowly, though. They were too far gone in their need to be sweet about this. Remy's knees slipped a little further apart and Spencer reached down, wrapping an arm around his chest to pull him up while bending down to meet him, bracing with one hand on the bed and burying his face against Remy's shoulder. He thrust in and the new angle had Remy crying out and throwing his head back, telling Spencer he'd found just the right spot. Trembling, panting, he tightened his hold on his lover and thrust harder, faster, hitting that same spot over and over until once more the room was full of moans. Spencer felt his own skin start to get slick with sweat. The room felt so hot! Like the fires in them were heating the room around them. "Oh, God, Remy."

"Spen-cer!" Remy was shuddering in his hold and Spencer knew he was so close. He could feel it. He slipped his hand down, wrapping it around Remy's erection, fisting it only a few times before he felt Remy's whole body tense. His cry this time was low and hoarse, a strangled sound, and he emptied over Spencer's fist.

The clench of those muscles made things impossibly tighter. Spencer groaned and pressed his forehead against Remy's shoulder, his hair sticking to his sweat soaked face. The clench of Remy's orgasm gripped him and dragged him over the edge as well with a guttural cry.

The two collapsed down onto the bed. Spencer barely had enough energy to carefully separate them and pull the condom off and tie it off. Luckily there was a small wastebasket beside the bed that he dropped it down into. Then he let himself flop down onto his stomach and just lay there, sweaty and panting. It took a good five minutes before either one of them could breathe normally again. When Spencer opened his eyes once more, he found Remy's face right there in front of his. Heavy-lidded eyes were locked on him. Mustering up a smile, Spencer murmured "I hope I made it up to you."

Remy let out a weak chuckle. "I think I owe you now, mon chéri. Soon as I can feel my body again, we'll see about that."

"Mm." Pleased, Spencer let his eyes slip shut again.