Chapter 13

As the two men walked into their hotel room they paused, they had been informed upon their check in that the hotel had had a mix up and given their original room to someone else. The two men were now stuck in a room with a single queen sized bed. And while in a normal situation Reid wouldn't mind sharing the bed with the older man, however the increase of his shaking stopped him from desiring prolonged human contact.

As Reid looked around he saw that the walls were plastered with cheery wallpaper covered in flowers. There was a small kitchenette off to the side that was stocked with numerous small bags of coffee. Surprised but pleased, Spencer practically ran over to the counter, and instantly put on a pot of coffee.

Derek smiled to himself, he was pretty sure that the younger man had no idea how cute he was when he was downing the endless supply of coffee that kept him going. Startling himself, Derek found himself quickly striding across the room, and wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist.

Spencer squeaked slightly when he felt Derek's arms slip around his waist, pulling Spencer's thin body against the older man's hard, muscled body. As if of his own accord Spencer felt his body turning around in place, pressing the front of his trembling body against that of Morgan's.

Responding to the younger man's touch, Morgan felt his arms move to wrap around the young doctor's neck and in the silky hair. Leaning in he pressed his lips against the other man's, using his hands to draw the other man closer to him.

The kiss was soft and gentle, more a caress than anything else. In response, Spencer opened his mouth and little wider, allowing the other agent easier access to his mouth. Drawing back, Spencer moved his head so that his forehead rested against that of the older profiler.

"I love you, Derek Morgan." Spencer whispered, his lips barely moving.

In the silence that followed Reid's confession Morgan found himself muttering the same words in response.

Spencer smiled, sliding his hands up to Derek's face to cup them in between his hands. Showing no signs of hesitance, Spencer pulled Morgan's lips back to his. Groaning, the genius felt himself being backed up against the small counter that lined one wall of the hotel room.

The feelings that were coursing through the younger man's body overwhelmed him, it was like nothing he had experienced before. The only other times Spencer had been with someone it hadn't felt even have this amazing. The feeling of Morgan running his hands up and down his sides, sending his body into a frenzy. All Spencer wanted to do was let the man in front of him consume him until all he could feel was their two bodies pressing together.

Both the thoughts running through the younger man's head and the sensation of (what Spencer considered the most talented set of hands) running up and down his body caused Spencer to feel his member rise to attention. Spencer gasped as he felt Derek grind up against him, pressing his equally erect penis up against the front of his jeans.

"Derek…" Spencer gasped, the air from his lungs catching in his throat. In response he felt his body being lifted and gently placed on the marble counter top.

Positioning himself in between the other man's legs Derek was lost for words. This man in front of him never ceased to amaze him. The sight and feel of him rutting up against the front of Derek's was enough to almost make the older man lose what little control he had left. However Derek badly wanted to show Spencer how much he cared about him, and losing any of his remaining self-control might jeopardize that.

Taking a deep breath, Morgan moved himself so that he was standing in the space between the doctors legs, reaching behind the younger man, and gripping his ass in his hands, Morgan pulled Spencer flush against him, so that Reid could feel the growing erection that was straining against the rough fabric of the jeans that enclosed Derek Morgan's lower half. Leaning forward slightly, Morgan whispered into the younger agents ear that he needed the younger man.

As though in compliance, Spencer's legs openly slightly wider, allowing Morgan to snake his hands into the space between their bodies, and unfasten the button on Reid's pants.

Derek was able to gently tug down Reid's pants, when the younger man raised himself slightly on his hands, leaving enough space for the older man to tug them down around his ankles. Desperate for the human contact that Morgan offered, Spencer clumsily managed to unbutton the top of Morgan's jeans, hands still shaking Spencer tore down the zipper located beneath the single button. Hooking his thumps into two of the belt loops that ringed Derek's waist, Spencer yanked, pulling the black jeans away from his body.

Whether the older man was wearing underwear Spencer never found out, for the moment his jeans passed his ass, Morgan was once again devouring the younger man. Adjusting the younger profiler so that Morgan had easier access to his hole, Derek reached down and stroked himself, only to find that the mere sensation of Spencer rubbing up against him had left him achingly hard, and dripping precum.

Leaning forward to capture Spencer's sweet lips with his own, Derek used his hand to align himself with the younger agent's hole. Upon looking up into his partner's eyes, he found that they were filling with such a strong sight of trust and love.

Ever so gently Derek pushed forward, feeling Spencer's muscles squeeze him tightly, the sound of Spencer's cry of pleasure ringing in his ears.

Spencer and Derek were lying on the queen sized bed, both covered in beads of sweat. The sheets along with the blankets were tangled around their ankles at the foot of the bed and both men were gasping for breath. Spencer wasn't really sure what had happened, one minute they were making out like teenagers in the kitchenette, the next Derek was thrusting in and out of him, Spencer's ankles around the back of the older man's neck. Both of their stomachs were covered in the remnants of Spencer's orgasm and Reid could still feel the sensation of Derek ramming himself into the younger man over and over again. Gasping for air Spencer reached his hand out to grasp Derek's hand, wrapping their fingers around each other's.

"That was amazing…" Derek's voice trailed off at the end, lost for words on how to describe the events that had taken place over the last couple hours in the small hotel room. Grinning Spencer scooted up a little in order to capture the larger man's lips with his own. Just as spencer felt that he was about to lose himself once again in the feeling of Derek's lips on his own, the shrill sound of a cell phone ringing cut through the room. Groaning Derek once again kissed his young lover before hoisting himself out of the bed he was currently sprawled across and heading across the room towards the kitchenette where Derek had last seen his pants. Bending down Morgan fished around in the pocket of his black jeans, trying to locate the source of the incessant buzzing.

"Morgan." Derek's voice was deep and heavy; Spencer could tell he was struggling not to sound too breathy. "Hi Hotch. We checked into the hotel a couple hours ago, Reid wasn't feeling well so we stayed in." Morgan paused, listening to Hotch talk on the other end of the phone. Nodding all of a sudden Derek brought the phone away from his ear and pressed the end button. Looking up from the bed Spencer shot Derek a questioning look. Grinning to himself Derek smiled at the younger man. "Hotch wants us to liaise with the local LEOs. He wants to see whether there are any similar crimes in the area." Spencer nodded, letting his body flop back down onto the queen sized mattress.