Hold on to your skivvies kiddies, we're about to do a 180! If you like this chapter, thank Budweiser. I wonder how much beer they would sell if they did a 30 second spot with these two making out on a crate of their product…perhaps getting creative with a bottle…

OKAY! On with the show!

Derek was pacing. He wasn't sure what the hell for other than the fact his entire life was on the line. He had to trust Garcia. He had to believe that she wouldn't say anything. What the fuck would he do if Reid found out what was going on inside of him? Damn the fucking ringtone and the day she found out. He didn't even invite her over. How was he to know that she would just show up while he was getting ready to go out? How was he to anticipate that while he was in his room, looking for his keys and belt, that Spencer would call and she would see the phone on the counter with his name on the screen playing that god-forsaken-song? He'd tried his best to detour her from the truth, but she knew him too well and fouled any attempt to hide it. So, why hadn't he changed it then? STUPID!

Derek decided to shower. He needed to wash away the feelings that were rushing over him…THROUGH him, in his undeniable frustration from the whole thing. A short while later, he came out in his black boxer briefs and his favorite, white, wool robe to get a beer. Opening it, he took a long swig that emptied half of the bottle. It wasn't enough. He finished off the bottle and went for something stronger. Three drinks in, he was sitting on the couch watching the discovery channel of all things. It was a documentary about 2012. He half wished the end were closer than that. Right then would have been ideal. He couldn't sit and wait for the inevitable fall out of questions and relentless teasing that would surely follow the scene at the office. At least he had the weekend. After twenty minutes of listening about solar flares and planet X, he jumped at the slight knock he heard reverberating from his door. He ignored it, thinking it was his imagination. He was deep in thought about another matter and it didn't seem likely that anyone was really knocking this late…until it came again. Louder. Derek got up reluctantly to investigate.

He pulled the door open half expecting no one to really be there. But of course there was. Tousled hair and all. Despite his undeniable attraction to the man before him, he often found himself annoyed. Derek knew he looked good, but he worked hard at it. And here, this kid could just roll out of bed and throw on shit the Salvation Army would reject and he always looked incredible. It didn't seem fair.

"Reid? What're you doing here?"

"I-I was about to leave. Do you have a minute?"

"Uh, yeah. Come on in." He answered, realizing suddenly that he was in nothing more than a giant towel and boxer briefs. But that matter was pushed aside when the worry that his brilliant crush would ask about earlier.

"Sorry. I know it's late but I couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning and…"

His voice trailed off as he eyed Derek and his current state.

"I'm sorry. You obviously have company." He said, turning to leave.

"No! I'm just watching tv." Derek said too quickly, voice tight. "Come in."

He nearly face palmed as he hesitantly led Spencer to the living area. *What the hell was I thinking? He gave me the perfect out and I just let him in!*

"Um, do you want a drink?"

*Shit. That was stupid. Reid doesn't drink.*

"Sure."

"Oh. Uh, I have beer or rum. Unless you want water or…"

"Rum is good."

Derek hid his surprise and retrieved a second glass, hands slightly shaking as he poured.

"Here ya go."

"Thanks." He said, and chugged the whole thing with a wince.

"Want another?" Derek offered, half chuckling as he produced the bottle.

"Yeah. One more please."

He chugged the replenished glass full and wiped his mouth with a sleeve.

"So…what brings the resident genius here so late? Just looking for free booze? Cuz, if you drink anymore I'm going to have to insist you to stay over tonight."

*WHAT THE FUCK? Did I really just SAY that?*

Spencer just looked at him wide-eyed.

"Do you need to talk?" Derek asked, trying to play it cool while visions of Spencer "sleeping over" danced through his fuzzy mind.

"No. I mean, yes, I just…"

His voice trailed as he walked further into the living room looking around.

"What is it Reid?"

"Was that for me?" He questioned, as he turned to meet the older agents gaze with an uncharacteristic intensity.

"What? Was what for you? I don't understand." Derek said, but he did. He knew exactly what he was asking thanks to the ever-loving loop hole queen that was Penelope Garcia. If she was lucky he would shrivel up and disappear before he could get his hands on her Monday.

"The ringtone Morgan. Was it mine?" He asked, eyes narrowed .

"Spencer…Reid…I didn't…"

Spencer surprised him when he suddenly approached Derek, backing him against his giant recliner, pushing him down. Derek looked up at him in question, half wanting to run and lock himself in the bathroom. When did he become a thirteen year old girl?

"I've been thinking about it…about how you touch me. All of the time."

Slender hands were pressed against the large chest holding him in place.

"Reid, man, I can explain…"

"Derek, do you like me?"

He didn't know what to say. He was shocked. Here Spencer Reid was, demanding and dominant as he peered down at Derek who just sat there looking up at the younger man, panic coursing through him. He felt like he was trapped in some rendition of Freaky Friday…

"I…" He trailed, losing his train of thought watching as that pink tongue shot out, licking the very set of lips he'd fantasized about a thousand times.

Spencer seemed to notice and… smirked.? He fucking smirked as he removed his tie….unbuttoned his shirt.* For God's sake!*

"Do you want me?" He asked, discarding said shirt completely.

*OH. MY…*

"Reid, I just…I want…"

With a flick of his wrist, Spencer dropped his pants and stepped out of them. *OH WOW!* Who would have known that the guy went commando? *My God, is Spencer fucking Reid really standing here in front of me naked asking me if I want him? This can't be real…*

*Hell yes I want you*He wanted to answer, but instead, sat dumfounded, eyes roving over the body he'd dreamed about for, well, forever…and those dreams had NOT done the man justice.

He knelt before Derek, his cock rock hard as he closed the distance. Their lips met in a searing kiss. It wasn't shy, or hesitant. It was amazing. Those lips, that passion, that goddamn body! What the fuck was happening? Derek wanted to thrust up as he sat there kissing those insistent, irresistible lips. Even as he kissed back, even as he allowed that delectable tongue to push into his mouth, Derek felt the tongues owner tug open his robe and automatically raised his hips as determined hands pulled at his underwear. Spencer was sliding them down his thighs. *Jesus Christ!* It was so good and he hadn't even really been touched yet. In answer to that thought, a cool hand wrapped expertly around his erection.

"Do you," He stroked hard, "WANT me?"

"Yes! Fuck, I want you!" Derek groaned, as if his obvious arousal weren't answer enough.

Spencer smiled and lowered his head between them. He grabbed the dark cock and sucked it in. His hot, wet mouth went to work, doing things the recipient could never imagine. Derek held on tight to the arm rests as he was deep throated, watching as his entire cock disappeared into that very talented mouth. *FUCK!* The sight of it made his balls ache for release. *Where the hell did he learn that thing he was doing with his tongue? Fuck me!*

When Spencer sensed the oncoming orgasm, he pulled back. Derek nearly lost it from the sight of his engorged member slowly slipping out from between those, swollen, sensual lips. Hazel eyes, peering up at him with an almost demure quality. *Sonofabitch!* Then, Spencer straddled him.

"You been tested?"

"Uh, y-yeah. Six months ago…a month after the last time I…I'm clean."

Spencer smiled wickedly as he positioned Derek's cock against his opening and carefully impaled himself on it. *OH MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS HOLY HOW COULD ANYTHING FEEL SO…*

"MMMM! Oh fuck…God, Spence…" He gasped, before Spencer claimed his mouth once more.

Derek grasped the curve of hip before him as the young doctor began to move. His grip tightened into a bruising hold as the strangling heat of Spencer's body stroked him into nothing more than a dizzy, moaning, mass of flesh and nerve endings. The kiss broke and Derek couldn't get enough air as his partner leaned back, placing his hands behind himself on Derek's knees for support before rocking his hips at a most favorable angle.

"Mnnnah! Yes!" Spencer cried, as the large phallus invading his body stroked his prostate.

He thrusted forward repeatedly while he rode the man beneath him. It was phenomenal. The hot, white heat and tight, constricting walls were making it so hard for Derek not to lose control, but nothing made that task more difficult than the view. Watching Spencer's abs work beneath taut flesh, his head thrown back, full, parted lips, perfect jawline, long, delicate neck, heaving chest and those unbelievable sounds he made, made Derek want to throw him down and fuck him into oblivion. It was all too beautiful. Searching for something else to focus on, he found himself watching his slick dick sliding in and out of that perfect ass… *JESUS!* He closed his eyes but opened them right away not wanting to miss this.

Spencer brought his head forward and Derek suddenly wished he hadn't because now Spencer was looking at him through messy tendrils with an animalistic glint in his eyes that would put any deviant to shame. Biting that lower lip like he does, a slow, hungry smile spread as he brought one slender hand around grasping the back of Derek's neck, rocking harder and faster with such force, his own cock bounced off his belly with a slap.

"AHH!" *Who was that? Who cares? Fucking shit!*

Not knowing how he was going to hold on any longer, he suddenly felt the grip on his neck tighten, watching in pure awe as Spencer Reid screamed, back bowing, hot cum shooting out between their sweaty bodies, coating both stomachs with every spurt. That was it. Derek was done. If he tried to hold back at this point, BOTH of his heads would explode. With a bellowing howl he released, pulling the slender hips in his hands down, burying himself deep inside as he emptied his seed within the scorching channel.

Derek's entire body was buzzing. He was surprised that he was still conscious, let alone capable of thought, no matter how incoherent. He now had a new understanding of the term mind-blowing. Before he could fully catch his breath, Spencer's lips were on his again. The kiss that should have been a gentle, post-coital wind down, was anything but. It was hungry and brutal. When the younger man pulled away a bit, he caught the dark gaze with his own.

"That was fucking amazing Pretty Boy." Derek panted.

"Best damn warm up I've ever had." Spencer grinned.

He got up, allowing the softening cock to slip from him.

"W-warm up?" Derek asked.

Spencer grabbed his arm and pulled him up, dragging him toward the bedroom.

"Yeah, now we can get to the really good stuff." He shot over his shoulder excitedly. "The next few rounds are going to be intense, I'm glad you work out. Where are your hand cuffs by the way? And would you happen to own any clothes pins?"

Warm up? Next few rounds? Clothes pins? Derek's mouth fell open and he suddenly feared for his life. This kid was going to kill him! Fuck it. What a way to go!

EPILOGUE:

Monday at work, Penelope came out of her office, distracted by her excitement about the plan she had devised over the weekend to get her boys together. As she made her way across the nearly empty bull pen, she noticed Derek and did a double take. He looked like shit. He was unshaven, his clothes were rumpled and his eyes glazed over.

"Derek?"

No answer.

"Honey, are you alright? Did something happen?" She asked, pulling him into the break room.

"Spencer…" Derek mumbled, eyes unfocused.

"Oh my God! Something happened to Spencer? Should I get…" She stopped as she registered the barely there shake of his head. "What is it? Is he okay?"

"He…animal."

"He was attacked by an animal?"

"No…me…I was…he is…"

"Love, you aren't making any sense…"

Suddenly Derek's haunted eyes met Garcia's.

"He…Friday night…came over…he…he…"

"Oh no! You didn't fight did you?"

"N-no…he…he…there was no stopping him…nothing left…"

"Derek Morgan, you're scaring me. What are you talking about honey?"

At that point Derek seemed to snap out of his daze, eyes growing huge.

"He devoured me! Like a box of doughnuts at a Jenny Craig convention! Rode me like a crazed outlaw after a bank heist! I haven't eaten! Haven't slept! All weekend he held me captive and… did things Pen. Dirty things. My God, he made me squeal Penelope! Do you know what that does to a man? He nearly killed me! All that came out of my gun by Sunday night was a little white flag with the word BANG on it! I swear I've lost ten pounds! He's a mad man! A sex fiend! He's…he's…"

"Here." Penelope giggled, bright-eyed, looking out into the bull pen.

Derek shot up and ran to the door to shut and lock it.

"Hide me! I can't! I need…I need…"

"To breathe." Garcia finished, grasping his shoulders. "Sugar plum, you can't hide from him. Besides, I doubt he'll jump you at work. Was it really that bad?"

"Yes! Don't get me wrong, the sex was fucking awesome, but, I need a break! I'm nearly ten years his senior! I don't have the reserves he does! I thought four times and a busted headboard the first night was enough to render us both unconscious for the weekend, then he woke me up after a few hours and by nightfall on Saturday, we'd well broke double digits! By last night…well, I lost count. Dehydration and starvation do things to you. Now I know why he's so skinny…"

"Wow. So Spencer Reid is a down and dirty sex machine! I knew it! It's always the quiet ones! Oh! This is so fantastic! Please tell me you got something on tape! Even my vivid imagination couldn't compare with the real deal!"

"I'm dying here Pen! And no, nothing documented. But I believe that was included in the plans for next…oh God…I'm going to die…you're looking at a dead man! I don't know if I can do another weekend like that! I can't believe it hasn't fallen off…"

"Calm down sweet cheeks. Just tell him to take it easy. He'll understand."

"But, I finally have him. I don't want to lose him. I always thought he would be inexperienced for some reason. Like we would fumble through it together. I didn't realize he could quit the Bureau and open up his own dungeon!"

"Oooh! He's into the rough stuff? Kinky!"

"He's into everything! If it hadn't been for the food portion of our sex-a-thon I wouldn't have eaten at all! And I don't think sex food is enough to sustain me!"

There's a knock at the door.

"It's him! Oh God! I'm toast! I love you Pen. Tell them I was a good man." Derek sobbed.

"Chill out drama queen. He won't pounce here. He's in work persona." Garcia laughed, opening the door.

"Hey." Spencer said with his signature, lopsided smile and little wave.

"Hello my little white chocolate stud muffin." She replied, pinching his cheek.

"Am I interrupting? The door was locked. I can come back…"

"Nonsense. I just needed to talk to Derek about Kevin's surprise party. He's agreed to bring something for the buffet." She snickered. "Are you still bringing the Champaign?"

"Yup. I found a great sale. Will six bottles do?" Spencer asked, pouring his coffee.

"More than enough!" Garcia assured him.

"Ooh! Fruit! I'm famished!" Spencer declared, having just discovered the bowl.

Penelope and Derek watched as the braniac plucked up a banana, Derek wincing as he peeled the skin back.

"So, what should I get him? Is a gift certificate too impersonal?" Spencer questioned, banana hovering near his lips.

"No. I think he'd prefer that actually. I'll send out a list of his favorite stores."

Spencer nodded and shoved the banana in his mouth while he finished preparing his drink. Derek shifted uncomfortably. Garcia barely stifled a laugh.

"So…did you have a good weekend Spence?" Garcia asked innocently.

Spencer turned around and slowly pulled the banana out of his mouth, licking his lips, thinking. Clearly not ready to answer, he opened his mouth for a bite but didn't get a chance as it fell from his hand and hit the floor. He was halfway to the storage closet before he realized that Derek was pulling him quickly and quite forcibly.

As they disappeared into the tiny room and the door slammed behind them, Penelope sighed to herself suddenly glad that, despite her wasted time making plans to hook her boys up, the fruit bowl portion of the plan had been quite successful. Drawing any attention to boy genius's mouth was good. It even cured Derek of his little problem, if the muffled grunts coming from the closet were any indication.

Time for a new plan. Cameras in every storage room and a new fruit bowl.

Man, with as much as I have them get it on in the office, I'm sure the maintenance crew has a mop bucket stowed away on their floor at all times. I just love aggressive, sex fiend Reid. So, I made a deal with Garcia. She's going to send me the live feed and I'll stream it to a special site to which you will all be receiving the URL. All I have to do is hijack some produce trucks. :D

Well, as always, thank you for your time. :)