A/N: Well, here it is. I don't own anything, I don't like flamers, this is a slash, blah ble blah. This chapter will be pretty sensual. c; Reviews would be amazing if you have any feedback! I'd also like to know if you think I should continue. I could stop at this spot, but I could also see this story continuing for a while. Whichever you guys request! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy.
"I'm proud of you," Derek said in a low voice to Spencer. "You did the right thing."
Taking a shaky breath, Spencer replied, "It doesn't feel all that great." The trial in court was over, and the man that attacked Spencer was sentenced to 20 years in prison. Spencer was an emotional wreck through the whole thing, and the only way he really got through it was with the support of Derek.
"I know, but you'll start to feel better as the days go by. Plus, you'll have me here to help you out." Derek said, smiling, and kissed his neck. They were both at Derek's house, sitting on a couch and watching movies.
Spencer cleared his throat. "You really still... want me?"
"We've gone over this. Absolutely. And I'm glad you decided to take a week off from work to decide what you want to do. You really need it, Spencer."
"I guess. Uh, Derek? It's almost 8 in the morning. Shouldn't you be at work?"
"I took a few days off. You know, to make sure you're okay for a while." Derek replied, and wrapped his arms around Spencer, pulling him close.
"What? No, Derek, I'm not a charity case. I'll be fine." Spencer said, and quickly stood up, out of Derek's arms. "You need to go back to work." He chewed on his lip and backed away from the couch that they'd been sitting on together.
"It wasn't just to make sure you're okay. I wanted to spend some time with you, as a couple. Was that really so wrong? C'mon, genius, what do you want to do? We can do anything. Do you want to go to a museum? Or maybe a library? Or how about a-" Spencer pushed his lips onto Derek's, and smiled as he pulled away.
"We could just, you know, stay here." Spencer murmured, and pushed Derek down on the couch so that he was straddling his waist. He seemed to have forgotten about being angry.
"Spen- mm." Derek moaned as Spencer began sucking on his neck. "Are you sure about this?"
"Nn," Spencer grunted, and began trying to get Derek's shirt off of him.
"Wait." Derek held Spencer's hands. "If you're doing this to try and escape what happened..."
"Derek." Spencer sighed. "I've been literally dreaming about this since nearly the day I met you." Derek's eyebrows raised.
"You've been dreaming about me for that long? I mean, I heard one dream, but..."
"You... you heard one?" Spencer exclaimed, his cheeks bright pink.
"Yeah. You were moaning and said my name. You also mentioned that I'm... so big." Morgan whisper/moaned the last part, and smiled as Reid hit his shoulder.
"That's not funny! Those dreams tormented me for years! Plus, you were always calling me pretty boy and discretely touching me... it wasn't fair." Spencer mumbled and looked down, an involuntary pout on his lips.
"I'm sorry, baby, let's just spend the day doing exactly what you want," He suggested, and pulled Spencer back down into a passionate kiss, his hands roaming all over the genius' body. Spencer, once again, tried to pull Derek's shirt off, to no avail. Derek sat up and pulled his shirt off, then motioned for Spencer to do the same. Suddenly, Derek was growing more and more excited. His thoughts roamed to the night when he saw Spencer half-naked, and suddenly couldn't wait to do all the things he had imagined doing to him.
With shaking hands, Spencer tried feebly to unbutton his shirt. When he seemed too frustrated to, Derek smiled and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, savoring each inch of skin that was revealed. With hungry eyes, he pulled Spencer's shirt off, and then licked his lips, his eyes roaming all over the delicate, lean body before him. Then, his eyes wandered down to Spencer's pants. With a smirk on his face, Derek flipped them around, so Derek was on top of Spencer.
"Wait!" Spencer gasped as Derek started attacking his neck. "Let's go... to the bed." He managed to get out. Derek picked him up bridal style, then carried him to his bedroom and laid him down on the bed, biting and sucking his lips the entire time. "Mm... you really want to?" Spencer groaned. Derek couldn't seem to help himself, he attacked Spencer's body hungrily, his lust growing with each passing second.
"Honestly?" Derek asked, a bit out of breath, and Spencer nodded. Then, he leaned in close to Spencer's ear, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I want to strip you completely naked, then fuck you until there are scratches imbedded in my back and the sheets are soaked. Now, please, let's stop talking, and start moaning."
"A-ah!" Spencer cried out as Derek rubbed their equally hard members against each other. The friction of the fabric caused Spencer to throw his head back, his lips parted in a silent moan. Derek, with a growl, undid Spencer's pants and pulled them off, then soaked in the long legs, the frail hands, the uneven breaths and perfectly pink lips, which also matched his perfectly pink nipples. And, oh god, it was all his. With lust he didn't even know he was capable of, Derek pulled Spencer's boxers off and, without even realizing it, he let out a low moan, and lightly ran his hands along Spencer's creamy thighs. Suddenly snapping back to reality, Derek pulled his pants and boxers off, then his breath caught as Spencer immediately grasped Morgan's hard member.
"So big," Spencer said with a sly smile as he propped himself up on his elbows and flicked his tongue along the tip Derek's cock.
"Jesus Spencer!" Derek moaned as Spencer played with Derek's member using his skilled, hot tongue. Using all the willpower he could muster, Derek gently pushed Spencer's head down, and then began sending small kisses down the younger man's stomach until he reached his throbbing cock. Then, he lightly trailed his fingers down the length, sending shivers down Spencer's spine. Suddenly, Derek stopped, and brought his lips to Spencer's once more.
"What exactly do you want to do today?" Derek asked, rubbing their cocks together.
"Nnh, please," Spencer gasped.
"Hmm?" Derek began moving faster.
"God damn it, Derek, fuck me," He breathed out, his mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut as a moan escaped his moist lips. Derek let out a shuddering breath. The way Spencer said that nearly sent him over the edge.
Derek grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom package out of the nightstand next to his bed, then laid them on a pillow. With lustful eyes, he slowly slid a finger into Spencer, and relished at how the genius scrunched up his nose at the unfamiliar feeling. As he slid in another a finger and began scissoring, he searched for that special spot that would send Spencer begging. Once he found it, he took his fingers out, then began to spread Spencer's legs apart slowly. Once he rolled on the condom and fully lubed himself up, he interlocked eyes with Spencer and slowly began sliding himself in.
"Oh, baby, so tight." Derek groaned. Spencer smiled, and then threw his head back, an erotic moan erupting from his parted lips as Derek pumped his cock inside of him more quickly, first brushing against his prostate, then pounding into it. Quickly, Spencer wrapped his long, pale legs around Derek's back. Once Derek realized how neglected Spencer's cock was, he began to pump it in time with his thrusts.
With lust clouded vision, Spencer clutched Derek's back tightly, leaving light scratches down his back, then arched his own back, unable to stop himself from moaning as Derek went more quickly. "Derek, god, Derek. So big..." Spencer panted, his head turned to the side.
"Mm... pretty boy," Derek moaned, and buried his face in Spencer's neck. Then, with a cry and a shudder, Spencer came in Derek's hand. Soon after, Derek came inside Spencer, all the while saying Spencer's name. Derek collapsed beside Spencer, both of them panting. Once he pulled out, they interlaced their fingers and laid there for a while, just savoring each others warmth.
Derek couldn't believe how quickly Spencer made him hard. He had no idea how much desire he'd had for Spencer, and had no idea how he'd been able to control himself around the younger man for so many years. Then, he realized that all those times he "accidentally" touched Spencer were the only things keeping him sane.
"You're beautiful," Derek mumbled as he stared at Spencer's delicate body spread out beside him. Spencer smiled, and rested his head on Derek's chest.
"I think the next couple of days are going to be fun." He whispered, and ran a hand along Derek's chest.