Title: Student Does Teacher

Rating: M

Warning(s): Slight sexual situation at the end. Story is just smut for smut purposes.

Pairing(s): None at the moment

Summary: Spencer Reid teaches a yoga class and martial arts teacher, Derek Morgan, decides to relax and take Spencer's class.

"Limited space sir." A woman with glasses at a reception desk spoke. Her fingers fluidly went across the black keyboard, hitting numbers,symbols, and letters like a pro. She pulled up a list and turned it around to show the dark skin man in front of her.

"Oh come on. I'm pretty sure you can fit one more person in the class." He complained.

"No can do." She asserted.

"Oh come on sweet thing," He said, using his charm. "Just use those beautiful fingers of yours and type "Derek Morgan" on that list." He flashed a brilliant smile, causing the woman to laugh.

"You may be one hot chocolate Adonis, but there's no way I can do that for you, Derek Morgan." She answered. "Unless someone leaves the list, I can't add anymore new members to this yoga class. The list is locked."

Grumbling in discontent, Derek proceeded to leave the building. He was hoping to use his one week vacation with something that won't tire him and actually relax him other than stay home and eat buckets of ice cream while watching the next best thing on TV. He also didn't feel like flying all the way to Hawaii or Jamaica even if the idea of women in bikinis did interest him.

So a friend of his recommended this incredible yoga class that, apparently, was visited even by local celebrities and wasn't even much money. And it was relaxing, not to mention, in Virginia too.

Teaching a martial arts class was the opposite of that and he was longing for a break. Sadly, he wouldn't be able to try out this oh-so-wonderful yoga class.

"Garcia?"

Derek turned to see a tall, slender man walking down the steps of the two floored yoga place. The yoga area and the owner's office were both upstairs so this brunette must be the owner.

"Yes Spencer?" The lady behind the desk answered.

"Mike just called and said he'd be gone for the week. Leave that space open until he's back." Spencer said.

"Oh really? Well, Mr. Flirt here actually wanted a space to join your terrific and sexual class, sir." Garcia giggled, typing up his name.

"Well...what a coincidence..." Spencer said, staring at Derek. Derek stared back. The yoga teacher looked more like a high school student. Thin, tall, big brown eyes, soft face...

Derek closed his eyes to get out of his trance and just remembered what the girl named Garcia had just said.

"Sexual?" Derek said, raising an eyebrow at Spencer. He looked shock for a moment before shaking his head.

Spencer blushed and looked at Garcia as he spoke. "It's far from that. It's just something she says."

"Because it's true. Hell, if I could get into those positions, my boyfriend would be-"

"Garcia..." Spencer interrupted and the woman returned to her work even if she was really watching them. "Anyway, my name is Spencer Reid and I'll be your yoga teacher for the time being. How long would you like to stay?" He said, going back to his business tone.

"Actually, a week." Derek replied, "Oh, I'm Derek Morgan." He shook Spencer's hand

"Great. Class starts in about an hour and a half. You should freshen up and get ready. It's not as easy as it looks. And Penelope Garcia here will give you your bill for the week and some papers." Spencer smiled.

"Harder than martial arts? I doubt it." Derek said as he collected three handouts from Garcia. She began typing in some numbers, saying something about his bill would be sent to him by tomorrow.

"Well, we'll see about that." Spencer said, walking away. Derek couldn't help but let his eyes fall down to his teacher for a week's ass. Round, perfect, hip bones slightly visible, sculpted legs... They say people who do yoga have great bodies. They weren't lying about that.

"Why do I feel gay tendencies in this room?" Garcia said behind her desk. She stared at Derek while playing with her fuzzy pen.

Realizing what she was referring to, Derek began denying whatever she was thinking. Her smile only got wider, like a Cheshire cat.

"Don't worry. Even straight men would wanna have a number with his ass." She smirked.

Deciding the best thing to do was leave, Derek did just that. He headed to his home and collected the things he'd need for his new yoga class. Throughout the whole time, he kept thinking of Spencer and how soft his lips looked, his pale, clear skin, those big brown eyes, the smooth looking hair, but mostly, that impossibly round ass. How can a man have an ass that looked better than any females he had seen?

Thinking a shower will cool him down, he did just that but the thoughts kept coming back and sooner or later, he found himself jerking off his surprisingly hard member to the image that kept replaying in his mind. When the white fluid ran down the drain, he finally woken from his dreamy stupor and cleaned himself off.

He was known for being a flirt and one sexual man. The way he danced with WOMEN, spoke to WOMEN, felt around WOMEN, and what he did to WOMEN.

The fact that a man made him hard itself was a shocker. The fact that he wanted to do more with him made it all more real.

This was going to be an interesting break.