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He's the One That I Want	By : KTT2123 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 8526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I drew some inspiration on parts of this chapter from PinkHimeLacus’ story “Wanna be your victim, Ready for abduction” on fanfiction.net Great story!

The following morning, Derek is the first to wake. His body is still curled around his Pretty Boy, arm holding the slightly taller man securely against his chest. His morning erection slotting between Spencer’s plumb cheeks as if it belongs there. Morgan is genuinely surprised at how comfortable he feels. He is naked, pressed firmly against another naked man, with whom he had mind-blowing sex last night. Derek expects to feel at least a little uncomfortable; he’s never been with a man before, never even considered it before yesterday. Morgan should be having a big, gay freak out right about now. Yet, his arms around Spencer…it feels so natural, perfect even. He doesn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward, he just feels happy, deliriously happy. Derek has never been this happy in his whole life. Being with his Pretty Boy feels right, like they are made for each other. How can he freak out about something that makes him feel so good?
Morgan can feel his heart bursting with joy and warmth and love, watching Spencer sleeping. He realizes what his mama said is true. He has found someone who loves him; not just his gorgeous exterior or his muscles or his charm but him and all his flaws. Spencer knows him better than anyone else. His Pretty Boy sees behind his carefree mask and sees him, the somewhat flawed, jaded, fearful, repressed guy underneath. He knows Derek is emotionally scarred: from his father’s death, from Carl Buford, from the job, from life. Spencer knows that Morgan can be emotionally repressed, all too often hiding behind his charming façade, knows that he is usually more likely to pretend everything is fine than to talk about or deal with his problems. He knows Derek has avoided relationships in the past, never before taking the chance of risking his heart. Spencer knows all the broken and damaged parts of him, and loves him anyway. For the first time in his life, Derek doesn’t want to hide. He wants to let his emotions free and be open with another person. He trusts Reid enough to be able to face all his greatest fears. He feels free. Spencer has loved him for years with no expectation of receiving anything in return. How can he not be humbled by that?
Morgan is in awe to be so lucky. He studies Spencer, the man he loves, the man who is too good for him and doesn’t even realize it. He knows that some people would look at him and Spencer and think it’s the other way around, that Reid is the one who doesn’t deserve him. But Derek knows better and feels incredibly blessed that his Pretty Boy chose him. He is happy that Spencer finally cracked and confessed his love. Without that, Morgan would have continued on, his cocky façade unaware of all he is missing out on. He would still be oblivious of the treasure, the gift, of being with Spencer, of loving completely and truly being loved fully in return. Grinning at his uncharacteristic sappiness, he presses closer to the sleeping man. His nose nuzzled against the pale skin of Spencer’s nape. Giving out a contented sigh, which he would deny ever left his lips, Derek breathes in Spencer’s scent.
He wants to do this for the rest of their lives. To wake up slotted against the man he loves and bask in happiness and love. Because Morgan isn’t too stupid or too oblivious to realize that Spencer is it for him. There will be no one else that loves him more or fits as perfectly into his life as his Pretty Boy. They’ve been together one night and Derek practically hears wedding bells. It is completely ridiculous and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Soon enough, the pale man’s eyes flutter open, following the dark skinned arm around him to its gorgeous owner. Putting a little space between their bodies, he twists slightly to gaze uncertainly behind him at Derek, unsure how his new lover will to react after what happened the night before and the position they are in right now. Spencer’s insecurities making him doubt that the other man meant everything he said and did last night. He’s hoping that Derek isn’t regretting what they had done, regretting being with him.
Morgan stares intently into those beautiful uncertain eyes as he deliberately leans forward to give the other man a brief but passionate kiss. “Morning, Pretty Boy,” he says, smiling. It is exactly the reaction Reid had been too fearful to hope for. Flipping his body around to fully face him, pressing an answering kiss back, Spencer instantly brightens, beaming happily. The doubt is gone from his eyes as he chirps happily, “Good morning!” It is as if the sun burst forth on a cloudy day, he glows with pure joy.
Derek grins at how happy his Pretty Boy looks, especially considering he hasn’t even had his morning coffee yet. And Reid without his morning coffee is usually a very scary sight, having seen it a time or two. But Spencer looks like a kid that got exactly what he wanted on Christmas. He looks the happiest that Derek has ever seen him. Morgan can’t help but burst with pride that he has made him that happy, because he feels the same. Never before has Derek felt this content and that’s all because of his Pretty Boy. Who would have thought a skinny, white, eccentric, nerdy kid genius is all what he really needs to be truly happy?
Suddenly, a brown and white blur jumps onto the bed, breaking the moment. He puts his happy, wiggly body between the two men, licking their faces. “Good morning to you, too, Clooney,” Morgan says dryly. The dog clearly loves seeing his two favorite people happy again.
Noticing the dried semen on their bodies, Morgan wrinkles his nose, proposing “Shower?” Leaving the dog behind, the genius quickly follows him into the bathroom. Derek grabs his body wash and starts lathering up every inch of Spencer’s body. Once he’s clean, Reid returns the favor.
After they both are clean, the genius gets a delightfully devious expression on his face. Crowding close to Morgan, his long fingers grip their cocks together. “Oh, yeah, Spencer!” Closing his eyes, Reid sets a leisurely pace, stroking firmly up and down their lengths. Soon, Derek begins thrusting into Reid’s hand. Spencer quickens the pace, mewling at the enticing friction. It doesn’t take much for the two men cry out each other’s names. The rapidly cooling water washes them clean again.
After drying off, Spencer searches the bedroom for his clothes: bending down to find his red and white striped sock under the bed, his boxers on top of a lamp, his shirt somehow under the dresser, his pants behind the nightstand, and his purple sock hanging out of Clooney’s smiling mouth.
Morgan simply enjoys the show, marveling how uninhibited Reid is. The genius is seemingly oblivious that he’s completely naked while he searches. And for a guy who is as easily flustered as Spencer is, his utter lack of shyness being nude in front of him is quite astonishing. He’s a mix of contradictions. Once Reid finds everything, he turns around to see Morgan hasn’t moved from the bathroom doorway. He asks, confused “Derek? Shouldn’t you be getting dressed?”
The dark skinned man smirks, “Sorry, Pretty Boy. I got distracted. Do you have any idea what watching you unselfconsciously wave your tight naked ass around does to me?” Derek is in awe of Spencer’s perfect ass. How had he never noticed its perfection? Despite his slender frame, the globes are round and just begging to be squeezed. Morgan has to fight the urge to throw Reid onto the bed and get a taste, to take a bite out of those sinfully, luscious cheeks. *Later. Definitely.*
Spencer looks down at Derek’s awakening cock, “I think I can guess,” he replies slyly. “Unfortunately, we don’t have time to deal with that right now. Get dressed! We still have to stop by my apartment before work.”
Reid looks at his shirt, tattered with most of the buttons are torn off. “You owe me a new shirt.” Derek gives one of his lady killer grins, replying seductively “Maybe you shouldn’t wear clothing that takes so long to get off.” Spencer briefly leers back, before looking at his shirt again. “Derek, what am I supposed to wear?” He points at the mangled shirt, “I can’t wear this.”
A smirk flashes on the older man’s face as he imagines Reid walking outside without a shirt, his pale skin glowing in the sunlight, the vivid purple bruises Derek made visible for anyone to see. There’s that possessiveness again. He’s never been possessive with anyone before. However it’s quite apparent from the deep satisfaction he feels at imagining others seeing his marks on Spencer that Derek is very possessive of his new lover. Maybe it’s because he’s in love for the first time and it’s his best friend, who already meant so much to him before they were together. All he knows is that he has absolutely no desire to share, ever. Derek has to fight the irrational urge to declare to everyone that Spencer is his and his alone. To run down the street, yelling it at everyone like a crazy person. Morgan has a feeling his possessiveness of Spencer isn’t going to go away anytime soon.
The older man is brought back from his thoughts when Reid whines “No, I am not going outside without a shirt on!” Derek laughs as Spencer stamps his feet a little in frustration, wondering *He can stand here arguing with me with absolutely nothing on but can’t go outside without a shirt? Not that I’m complaining…* “Okay Pretty Boy. I’ll give you a shirt.” His possessive side jumps in glee to have his lover wearing something of his.
Reid tugs on pants, balling up his sticky boxers, before taking the black sweater Derek offers. The sweater that usually melds to Morgan’s body like a second skin is loose on Spencer, and too short for his longer torso. A wide strip of pale skin peaks out whenever he moves. The contrast of the dark fabric and the exposed pale skin entices Derek, who is fervently wishing they didn’t have to go to work today. The younger man tries to inconspicuously sniff the sweater. Morgan catches the movement in the corner of his eye, abruptly turning to watch Spencer intently, whose nose is buried against the soft fabric. When Reid realizes that Derek is staring at him, his face immediately flushes at being caught. Morgan raises an eyebrow in question, Spencer huffs, answering with exasperation, “It smells like you.”
Amused the dark skinned man asks, “You think I smell good?”
Reid gapes at him like he’s an idiot, “You smell delicious and you very well know that. Derek, you have no idea how much your smell drives me insane. Half the time I ramble is because I have to distract myself from wanting to devour you to see if you taste as good as you smell. Why do you think I avoid taking the elevator with you or riding in a car with you?”
Morgan’s face is smug, looking down Spencer’s own growing arousal, “Are you sure we don’t have time?”
Reid rolls his eyes, “Don’t you think if we had time I would be jumping on you right now?! Get dressed!” Spencer quickly dons the rest of his clothing.
Morgan sighs, a pout on his face, fighting the urge to kick something in frustration like a little boy who isn’t getting what he wants, before grudgingly getting dressed. *Stupid work, ruining all my fun.*
Reid feeds Clooney, letting him out afterward. Then, the two eat a quick breakfast. “You ready, Babe?”
Reid suddenly starts shifting from foot to foot uncertainly. His insecurities seem to have risen again.
“What’s up, Pretty Boy?” Morgan asks.
“Um…well…was this? Are we? I mean, uh…” Spencer stutters. At Derek’s questioning look, Reid shyly asks “What are we? This wasn’t….um…a one-time thing, was it? Or like a…uh…friends with benefits? Or are we…um…together? Like in a real relationship?”
Morgan barks out a laugh. *Friends with benefits? That is something I never thought I’d hear come out of Spencer’s mouth.*
Spencer cringes.
“No! No! Pretty Boy, I wasn’t laughing at the thought of us being together. I was laughing because after last night and this morning I thought it is fairly obvious that we’re together. This definitely isn’t a one-time thing. You are mine, and I am yours. For always. I have never been more serious. I meant what I said. I love you, Spencer.”
Spencer beams, “I love you too!” He pauses briefly, hesitating and stammering “Um…”
“Pretty Boy, what else is going on in that giant brain of yours?”
“Are we? Uh…a secret? I mean…are we telling the team?”
“Oh. Well…I want to tell the team eventually. But do you think we could keep this between us, just for a little while? Is that okay, Sweetheart?”
Spencer happily agrees, able to see that Morgan isn’t ashamed of him or them but simply wants to savor their brand new relationship before sharing it with the others. “So…sweetheart?” he asks shyly.
Derek smiles before hugging the man close. He loves how Spencer can be confident one moment and shy and uncertain the next. He’s full of inconsistencies. It is so adorably cute. “Yeah, you are my sweetheart, my baby, my incredibly sexy Pretty Boy. No one else’s. There is no way I’m ever letting you go now that I’ve found you. You are mine. You better get used to it.”
Spencer has never understood those types of endearments before but feels a warm glow at the names, enjoying the obvious possessiveness behind them. It makes him feel cherished like he never has before. Derek wants him and has no desire to share him. Reid is completely okay with that because he doesn’t want to share Morgan either. For once in his life Spencer is not the one rejected or left out, Derek chose to love him, chose him. Spencer is getting the one thing he has always wanted, to belong. To have someone want him and only him, to belong to someone not because they want to use him or trick him but because Derek loves him. Spencer feels like he is being wrapped completely in blanket of love, it is so warm and feels so good. He is protected, loved and safe in Derek’s arms. It is all he has ever hoped for but never believed he would ever have.
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