Life's Done Waiting
They spent the rest of the morning and the afternoon wrapped around each other. Neither had said a word. It wasn't until their bladders and stomachs needed attention that they moved. They both went to the bathroom and Spencer was about to ask about food when it finally happened.
If Spencer Reid ever needed proof that heaven existed, this was it. Derek's lips were a lot softer than ever imagined as they kissed. He felt a tongue brush against his lower lip that sent a chill down his spine, which parted his lips and soon it was a heated battle of their tongues.
The need for air suddenly forced the two men to break apart with whimpers and trembling breaths.
"Derek…" He barely spoke the name he was being kissed again. Through the fog of endorphins, it registered in the back of his mind that he was being led backwards to his bedroom. The back of his knees suddenly buckled and he was falling back on to his bed.
Morgan looked down and couldn't think of anything more gorgeous. Spencer's hair was ruffled from his fingers, though he didn't remember how his fingers had gotten in those down feather like locks to make such a mess. His lips were swollen and face completely flushed. What really got the man's attention was the large bulge that was threating to break through Reid's pajama pants. They seemed unbelievably tight on the skinny man right now. He should fix that. Looking up back at Spencer's eyes, he saw nothing but trust, acceptance, and most of all, love.
He settled between Spencer's knees and the laying man moved further up the bed to make room, also spreading his legs some in doing so. God, he didn't know how much of a turn that was until now, any of this. His fingers reached and gripped the waistband before looking back up. With an approving nod, he slowly pushed down the pants and underwear down to the knees. Immediately, an eight inch uncircumcised dick with a slightly thicker than average girth sprang to attention that was nested in a fine nest of hair.
Jesus. Sure he had caught Spencer naked with a flaccid penis a few times but he had never expected this! "Damn, pretty boy, you've been holding out on me…" It took a moment for him to recognize his own voice as it was lower and huskier than usual. He then heard the sweetest whimper of need come out of the back of his lover's throat. There was pre-cum pooling at the head that threatened to drip. He couldn't have that.
He gently gripped the base with one hand, leaning his weight on the other arm, and ever so slowly licked the pre-cum off. After tasting Spencer's lips, he thought it couldn't get any better. Wrong. Quickly he moved to wrap his lips around the dick to taste more, what couldn't fit in his mouth, he rubbed with his hand. The need to milk it for all its worth grew with each new whimper, moan, and thrust upward the skinner man made. He needed more. Shifting, he reached with his other hand and began massaging the tight balls. Morgan realized then that some of those whimpers and moans he was hearing were coming from him as he felt a hand on the back of his head to push it down with each upward thrust of the hips. He stopped bobbing his head and let himself be fucked in the mouth, while still trying to suck as hard as possible without letting his teeth get in the way. Please… Spence… Come for me… Need to taste you so bad…
The body under him went stiff, and his head was jerked forward as cum spluttered down his throat with the sound of his name being screamed ringing in his ears. Not wanting to waste a drop, he quickly licked and drank all that the twitching and softening cock had to offer. Derek had been so focused on the most incredible thing he had tasted that he barely noticed his own come had soaked his jeans. He would be uncomfortable later but that didn't matter.