Derek froze while Spencer searched for his shirt, buttoning it on the way to go answer the door. After a moment to calm himself he opened his front door. Desiree dropped a bag, rushed forward and hugged him.

"You have no idea how happy I am." Spencer smirked. "Well my mom's almost done but she wanted me to come and give Derek his bag. Where is he?" A door slams.

"Uhm, I'm guessing he's in the bathroom. So you're sleeping at your house tonight?" Spencer said leading them to his living room.

"Yeah, but ma said you could sleep over if you don't mind the couch. She doesn't want you to be home alone."

"Yeah of course I don't mind the couch." Spencer said excitedly, he'd never slept over Desiree's house before.

"Great! Oh yeah, ma said that we could go see a movie tomorrow and maybe go to the mall but we're going out for dinner tonight, so get dressed. And-maybe take a shower you look sweaty."

"Yeah, the electricity went out and the AC was off for a while, didn't it go off at your house?"

"Mhmm, but you remember last week when the electricity went off?"

"Yeah."

"Well Sarah was cooking and she sliced open her thumb when the lights went off. So ma got a generator."

"Oh that explains that big ass wrap on her hand." Desiree laughed and picked up the bag she had brought and handed it to Spencer.

"Give this to Derek."

"Will do. When are we leaving?"

"In about an hour, I'm gonna go get ready and meet you guys here in half an hour so we can chill before we go."

"You have everything figured out, don't you?"

"No not everything, ask Derek where he wants to eat."

"Sure, now go take a shower you look a hot mess," Spencer tousled her hair.

"Hey", she slapped his hand away," Do you know how much dust can accumulate over two years, it's ridiculous."

"Oh yeah, then bring your dusty self over here and let me give you a hug. You really do look terrible."

"Wow, you're so nice," Desiree said with a light touch of sarcasm but hugged him anyways.

"Okay, I'm gonna go give this to Derek. I'll see you in a little bit."

"Bye!", she yelled as she showed herself out.

Spencer picked up the navy duffle bag and walked purposefully towards the bathroom. He took a deep calming breath and knocked.

"Yeah?" Spencer flinched at how deep and rough Derek's voice sounded.

"I uh-Desiree brought your bag over so you could-." The door ripped open.

"So I could what." He looked terrible, his shirt was carelessly hanging off his body, wrinkled beyond compare, and his eyes had a glazed look that made Spencer's heart flutter and sink at the same time. And he stared into those eyes with his own.

"She wants us to get ready for dinner. We're-uh, going out tonight." Derek breathed in deep and let out a shuddering breath.

"Where?"

"She said that you could decide." Derek stepped forward and took the duffle from Spencer's hand, ghosting over his fingers and walked back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Spencer trudged to his room realizing how messed up today was. He opened his door and saw how messed up his bed was. The covers and sheets just thrown around carelessly, the pillows looked like there were trampled and everything looked moist. He threw everything in the laundry and got some bed stuff from the hallway closet and started putting his bed back together. When he finished he took a step back and looked at his work.

"I did a great job."

"Yeah." Spencer almost broke his neck turning around so fast. "Uh, sorry, I'm done in the bathroom," Derek motioned with his thumb.

"Oh thanks." He scrounged through his drawers and picked out a simple yet elegant outfit. He turned and saw that Derek was still standing near the door way, duffle in hand.

"You can sit if you want, I won't be too long." Derek placed his bag near the door.

"Alright." Spencer couldn't help but see how sad he looked, but he didn't want to pry so left the room and walked to the bathroom and twenty five minutes later walked out and into his room.

Derek was flipping through the channels but turned when he heard Spencer's footsteps.

"Desiree gonna come by later to chill."

"I thought you said we were going out to eat?"

"We are but she wants to sit around-you know- before."

"She's so weird."

"I know right." Spencer plopped down on the bed next to Derek and he didn't move over when he realized he was a little close. But Derek noticed.

"Look Spencer, about earlier-" Spencer stiffened.

"No. We don't have to talk about it. Ever." Derek didn't answer and Spencer relaxed thinking that meant he agreed.

They sat in silence, staring at the T.V. screen but not absorbing any of the useless information. A quiet settled on the room, the kind that suffocates. Their minds were racing but not a word was said. It was a fucking back breaking silence.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Spencer jumped up and ran out of his room, down the hall screaming, "I'll get it!" Although Derek hadn't even flinched. But he did when he heard Desiree's joyful voice floating towards the room. He hadn't seen her in years and yet she was still happy. He put his family through so much and yet they were still so happy. For a second he thought that his family was better off without him and that he should leave when every one was asleep until Desiree walked in and looked at him as if nothing else in the world mattered as long as her big bro was here. But he missed the look on Spencer's face, a look of pure content.

Desiree plopped down next to Derek, she smelled just like her mom. Welcoming. Comforting. With a hint of innocence that would be missed by anyone who wasn't family.

"What are you looking at?" Desiree asked with a smile.

"I can't believe how much you've grown up. It's incredible, I wish I could've been here." Derek's voice trailed off at the end of the sentence but collected himself and placed a smile on his face. " but I'm here now and I'll never leave you again."

Desiree's eyes began to water despite the smile on her face and the delighted twinkle in her eyes.

"Don't worry about it Der, you're here now." Spencer interjected, clearing his throat.

"Well I'm glad you guys are happy but I do believe that I heard your mom honk."

"Already?" Derek asked.

"Yeah you took too long to decide so she got reservations for Pomplemousse."

"Wait, that's a fancy ass restaurant. How did she get reservations on such short notice?" Spencer questioned.

"Well ma pulled a couple strings, dropped a couple names and voila. We got the best seats in the place."

"Wow. She really didn't have to." Derek said looking down, feeling as though too much was being done for someone like him.

"Don't be ridiculous, we love you Derek and nothing's too good for you. But we better go before ma comes in and gets us."

Spence and Derek laughed and followed Desiree out of the house, Spencer stopped to lock the door and had to walk briskly to catch up to them.

The car ride was filled with reminiscing. Desiree and Sarah couldn't have been more happy than they were now, but nothing could compare to how elated Fran felt. She had her son back and her girls were ecstatic. Even the smile on Spencer's face made her heart leap, she loved him as part of the family and wouldn't have it any other way.

Although Pomplemousse was across town the ride only felt like it took a few minutes. Everyone exited the vehicle and walked in and to their seats encountering no problems. Although Spencer got a few looks he was too occupied to notice. Dinner was incredible and the company, for everyone, was even better.

At one point Sarah laughed so hard the wine she was drinking came out of her nose. Everyone exploded into laughter not caring who commented because they were in a world of their own. One that was incredible and appealing. And after everyone was full and the hefty bill was payed they exited and headed home.

Fran parked her car in the driveway and groggily opened the door. She headed straight for her room and fell asleep. Sarah came in next and put the leftovers in the refrigerator. Then got a pile of blankets and pillows for Spencer and placed them in the living room that was just as accepting as the family it belonged to.

Derek, Desiree, and Spencer came in last still laughing about the wine incident.

"Hey Spencer, you know what. We should camp out in the living room." Suggested Desiree

"Alright, but only if you help me build a blanket fort." Spencer joked in a medieval king's voice.

"Why of course." Desiree said just as regally.

Derek closed and locked the door behind them.

"Umm' where's-" Derek started.

"Ooh I forgot to tell you that we set up you room, here let me show you." Desiree pulled him in the general direction of his room, leaving Spencer to get comfortable in the living room. He saw Sarah placing an enormous pillow on top of the pile of blankets and thanked her. She said no problem and headed to bed, she had class tomorrow.

Spencer spread out the blankets and arranged the pillows to make a nest and he made himself comfortable. He went to the bathroom and changed into the pajamas he had brought with him. Then he felt the need to put on a horror movie. He dug through the vast DVD collection that the Morgan's had and pulled out Paranormal Activity 2 and popped in into the player. Just as he sat down, Desiree came gallivanting towards him, looking laid back in a giant shirt and pajama shorts.

"What movie did you put in?" Desiree said placing her weight on her arms as she leaned over the couch.

"Paranormal Activity."

"One or two?"

"The second one. Come sit down." Spencer patted the spot next to him.

"Hold on let me get some snacks, I swore ma baked yesterday."

"Okie dokie." Spencer said pausing the movie, just as it started.

Desiree came back in with a plate of chocolate chunk cookies, a single glass of milk balanced in the middle, something she saw at the restaurant. And in the other hand she had a bottle of water for herself. She couldn't stand the taste of milk.

Spencer chuckled when she sat and placed the plate between them. "I swear you spoil me."

"Just turn on the movie."

"Someone's cranky."

"Sorry I just crushed my toe on a chair. Stupid chairs."

"Alright then." Spencer pushed play and dove into the cookies.

Because they had seen this movie at least twenty times they spent the entire movie making commentary. Halfway through they nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard the refrigerator door open. It was just Derek. After they calmed down they invited him to watch the movie with him.

Unlike Desiree and Spencer, Derek had never seen the movie and got scared a few times, making Desiree and Spencer laugh discreetly. But Derek noticed and politely excused himself. Desiree didn't think much if it and went back to watching the movie but Spencer felt a little bit guilty. When the movie ended they put in Hangover 2 and tried not to laugh too loud.

Sadly Desiree knocked out twenty minutes in and Spencer put away the dishes, washing and drying them like he did at his house. He carefully pulled a blanket over Desiree and left the T.V. on.

He crept through the various hallways, looking for a door that looked like it held Derek. He found Derek's room because it was the only one that wasn't silent. Derek was listening to music and when Spencer opened the door it creaked and the music stopped.

"What do you want?" Spencer felt intimidated but regained his composure, closed the door and walked over to the bedside. Derek had changed into his pajamas and yet he still looked painfully attractive.

"I, uh," Spencer cleared his throat," came to apologize."

"You don't have to. It doesn't matter."

"Well I just thought-"

"I said, it doesn't matter." Derek ground out.

"Fine, excuse me for trying to be nice." Spencer said bitterly. He turned to leave but was stopped by a creak and a warm hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, it's just that...never mind. It's really not a big deal, I never liked horror movies."

Spencer turned around and looked Derek in the eyes. That look, that innocent look made Derek shiver.

"Yeah, it's no big deal. We don't have to talk about it."

Those words. Derek didn't know why but those words hurt, but not as bad as the first time Spencer said them.

"Why can't we talk about it?" Derek's voice got slightly deeper because of the frustration.

"Well I guess we could talk about your fear of horror movies but I don't see how it could help, I mean I'm not a therapist."

"No I mean why can't we talk about what happened earlier." Spencer's throat tightened. Derek stepped closer almost touching Spencer, backing him into a wall. "Do you know how much it scared me?"

Spencer gulped. "How much what scared you?"

"How bad I wanted you. You're just so appealing I couldn't help myself." Spencer couldn't respond, he didn't trust his voice. " I just wanted you under me, but you're so young, and, I- I'm sorry."

Spencer blinked a few times and tentatively kissed Derek on the cheek. And Derek kissed him on the lips. He closed the space in between them and deepened the kiss holding Spencer's slim hips as the other put his arms around his neck. The air seemed to thicken and their lips moved more passionately and Derek wanted to be closer.

He picked up Spencer, with one leg on either side of his torso with his hands gripping the other's thighs. Spencer's lips parted in an inaudible gasp. Derek kissed his bottom lip and trailed kisses down to his neck. Placing kisses and nipping at his left ear. Spencer let out an impatient whine and ground against Derek.

Derek shoved Spencer's body into the wall with his hips and started to sharply grind into him. A shiver ripped though Spencer's body and he gripped Derek's shoulders hard enough to leave bruises.

The friction was amazing and Derek groaned, thankful that his room was far from the other sleeping members of the house.

He slowed his thrusts and relished the soft moans Spencer let out. He tilted Spencer's hips so he pushed against his entrance with each thrust. Spencer's heart almost stopped, their pajama bottoms were pretty thin so he felt that with each thrust he was about to be penetrated. It was almost too much for him. But it felt good, too good.

He let his hands slide down to Derek's chest, then around his waist and started to pull Derek so he went faster, harder and when Derek was moving at the pace he wanted he replaced his arms around his neck and placed his head on his shoulders, bringing them so close they felt each other's heartbeats.

Derek gritted his teeth, when he realized how close he was to being inside Spencer, just the thought of being in him, the tightness, the heat. He came.

His cum soaked his and Spencer's pants. Spencer couldn't believe this was happening, he groaned and threw his head back as he felt that warm liquid seep throat his pants and touch his skin. He wanted it inside him, he wanted Derek to fill him, then mark his insides as his own. He came on Derek's chest and shuddered.

They held each other and waited for the high to subside. They looked into each other's eyes and shared one last kiss. Derek placed Spencer on the floor and smiled when he saw the blush covering his cheeks.

They didn't speak as they cleaned up, nor did they say anything when then changed into new pajamas, because they were in separate rooms. But when Spencer came out of the bathroom in one of Derek's old sweats, with it slightly hanging off his hips, he sighed and whispered, "you're so cute." Spencer's cheeks burned from all the blood rushing to them. He snuck back into the living room to find that the credits to Hangover 2 were on the screen. He turned off the T.V. and slowly laid next to Desiree, not wanting to wake her. As soon as his head hit that fuzzy blue pillow he fell into a deep slumber.

Derek took their dirty clothes and put them in the laundry and laid in bed. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.