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Pretty Boy: Reprise	By : Wagamama_hime Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 5108 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Thanks to all those who took the time to read and leave me a review, with a special thanks to Mariah! Really wish I could respond to your reviews (:{), but I really appreciate you following this story and always letting me know your thoughts! :D And, as always, lots of thanks to A_WarriorZ_Haven for beta-ing and listening to me whine and whine throughout the writing process, haha.
First off, I can't believe it's been almost 3 weeks since I last updated! D: Eek! Sorry about that; won't happen again! I struggled with this chapter for a long time, and honestly something still feels a bit 'off' about it, but I hope you guys will like it in any case. So, where we pick up now is going to be the 'morning after.' For some reason this is another super long chapter. I have no idea why that keeps happening, haha. Anyway, this chapter kind of makes me laugh. I'm not necessarily saying it's 'comedic,' but I find really awkward situations to be… humorous. There's also quite a bit of 'fluff' in here, and my beta knows I struggle with fluff. But, I think you guys would like to see it every once in a while, and I'm not gonna be mean ;p. Oh, and there's more sex, haha. But… well, that's gonna be pretty much a constant from here on out. No more warnings!
Well, enjoy!
xoxo

As the sunlight streaming through the large windows fell upon Spencer's face, forcing him to relinquish his hold on the last vestiges of sleep, he became immediately aware of a number of things that were 'different' about this morning. First, he was extremely groggy. It felt like he had a hangover, but without any of the sickness. Instead, he felt like his mind was blanketed in a cottony fog. Then, there was the fact that his body thrummed. It felt like every limb and inch of skin was foreign to him. Shifting slightly, he noticed that his muscles twinged at the smallest movement. But he also was conscious of a putty-like looseness running throughout his whole body—the most relaxed and languid he had ever felt before. It caused him to sigh in contentment.
But Spencer realized, with a frown, that he was also very warm. Not uncomfortably so, but much warmer than he was used to feeling when he was sleeping. Oh, and there was a heaviness draped across his body. No… not 'heaviness,' in the abstract, Spencer realized as his thoughts became clearer, but a heavy body. A body that, he noted as he cracked open an eye and glanced behind him, belonged to one very naked, very close, Derek Morgan. The man's arm was slung around Spencer's waist, and his head was resting against Spencer's shoulder.
Spencer froze for a second, staring at the older man's sleeping face, as he tried to process the situation. Suddenly, every moment of last night flooded his consciousness. Derek's deep voice, his teasing lips, his searing-hot hands, and his large, muscular body pressing into Spencer's smaller one. The thoughts sent trembles throughout his body, and caused a blush to blossom over his face and chest. This was the first time he had ever woken up next to someone. The first time he had ever experienced this closeness and vulnerability. And, Spencer realized, he kind of liked it.
For years he had been guarded, refusing to let others get close to him. In all honesty, Spencer had never felt like he wanted anyone to get close to him in this way. But, Derek had changed that, and Spencer found himself both terrified by, and excited about, the possibility of this becoming something regular. He found that he was changing, so fast that he could barely recognize himself. Spencer suddenly wanted things that he never thought in his wildest dreams he would ever be interested in. And he wasn't sure that the person he wanted them from was willing to give them to him.
Nibbling his lip in consternation as he stared at Derek's peaceful face, Spencer tried to push down his feelings of anxiety. He didn't know how to tell Derek about how he felt… or, what he wanted. All he knew was that now was way too soon.
Suddenly, Spencer felt Derek stirring next to him and he tensed in anticipation.
"Are you finally up, Pretty Boy?" Derek asked, in a gravelly voice as his eyes slid open and he smiled at Spencer.
Spencer felt his heart stutter in his chest as he looked into Derek's dark-brown eyes. He could never get over the fact that Derek always took his breath away. Or that he was actually here with him, right now, wrapped in Derek's arms. When Derek raised a questioning eyebrow and smiled at him lazily, Spencer looked away, blushing.
"What do you mean by 'finally'…?" Spencer asked in confusion, his mind sticking on that particular part of Derek's question.
Derek laughed as he disentangled himself and leaned down to brush his lips over Spencer's forehead. Spencer couldn't help his sigh of contentment, and blushed even brighter. Derek pretended not to notice.
"Well… this is the third time I've woken up this morning, I think?" Derek said as he stretched and glanced over Spencer's head to the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table. "Every time I woke up, you were so soundly asleep that I didn't have the heart to disturb you. And, I figured you could… you know, use the rest."
Spencer felt his face heat up again and looked away from Derek as the older man grinned at him.
"What time is it now?" Spencer muttered.
"Um… almost 10," Derek said.
"What?" Spencer asked with shock as he moved to sit up, realizing that that meant he had been sleeping for almost ten hours. But, as soon as he did so, he bit back a hiss as his body protested his sudden movements. He definitely was feeling aches in muscles he never knew he had before.
"I mean, it's ok, kid," Derek was saying, as he also moved to sit up. "It's not like we have anywhere to be. Sometimes it's ok to just sleep in."
"I… I guess," Spencer mumbled, as he pulled the sheet further up his chest. He was shocked that he had slept that long. He definitely felt like he could sleep for another ten, if given the opportunity.
Then a loud rumbling sound erupted from Spencer's stomach and he blushed in mortification.
Derek simply laughed.
"But… I'm sure you're starving," Derek said in reference to the loud growling, and tossed back the side of the sheet that was still covering him. "So, maybe now's as good a time as any to finally get up, huh?"
Spencer looked away as Derek stood, naked as the day he was born, and slipped out of the bed. He listened as he heard Derek fumble with the clothes that had been tossed on the floor.
"How about I get some breakfast started? Sound like a good plan?" Derek asked, as he pulled on his underwear.
When Spencer looked back over to him, Derek was smiling at him, although he looked a bit uncertain. Spencer figured that Derek was probably worried. It wasn't surprising. Spencer hadn't said very many words since he had woken up, and everything he had said had been stilted and awkward. But Spencer didn't want Derek thinking that anything was wrong. Because there wasn't anything wrong. Spencer just simply felt awkward. Derek was being his usual charming, flirtatious self. And Spencer… Well, Spencer didn't know how to act. But that wasn't Derek's fault. So he forced himself to smile in Derek's direction.
"Y-yeah, breakfast sounds great," Spencer said quietly.
"Should I meet you downstairs…or, do you want breakfast in bed?" Derek asked, giving Spencer a teasing look.
Spencer's face was burning again, and he wished he could stop his body from showing such obvious reactions.
"Um… I'd like to… uh… come downstairs. You know, after a shower," he said as he looked down at his lap and gripped the sheet that was still covering most of his body.
Derek nodded in understanding. And, as if seeming to understand Spencer's sudden shyness, Derek leaned over and affectionately ruffled Spencer's hair.
"No problem, kid. You take your time. And I'll make you something nice in the meantime," Derek said with a wink.
Spencer looked up at Derek and nodded, smiling his thanks.
Spencer watched as Derek pulled on his jeans, and made his way over to the door. But when Derek stopped at the door and turned around, Spencer tilted his head in confusion.
"How's… you know, your body feeling?" Derek asked as he raised an eyebrow at Spencer. "Need me to carry you to the shower?"
This time, when Spencer's face flushed, it was from annoyance, and he glared at Derek who he could see trying to hold back a smile.
"I'm fine, thank you very much," Spencer said with a huff. "No need to 'carry' me."
Then Derek laughed.
"Ok, kid. Good to hear. I just needed to check, you know?" he said, and Spencer could see that he did look somewhat genuinely relieved.
"I'm fine, Derek," Spencer said again, this time smiling.
And, nodding, Derek gave him one more smile before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Spencer waited about five minutes before he wrapped the sheet around his waist and eased himself out of the bed. He groaned out loud as he felt the throbbing in his lower back as he pushed himself to his feet. He pointedly ignored the throbbing he could feel inside, as it caused him to blush heatedly as his mind strayed to memories of the feeling of being filled by Derek.
God, Spencer thought, with a blush. Is sex really all I can think about now? Is this what happens to people?
Shaking his head, Spencer gathered the sheet up so that he wouldn't trip on his way to the door, and frowned at the fact that he was practically waddling. He ruefully wondered if maybe Derek should have carried him to the shower, but he would be damned if he admitted that to the older man.
So, he slowly made his way over to the door. Popping his head out into the hallway, he glanced around for a second to make sure Derek had really gone downstairs. He could tell from the sound of pots and pans clanging downstairs that the older man was busy doing what he said he would be—preparing breakfast. Confident that Derek wouldn't be coming back upstairs anytime soon, Spencer crept over to the bathroom and rushed in. Once the door closed behind him, he sighed in relief.
Spencer didn't know why he felt so self-conscious. It wasn't that he was embarrassed about what they had done. Although he really hadn't had that much time to himself to actually process it, the few times his mind had strayed to the events of the night before, he found himself becoming almost giddy with happiness. It was more that he was embarrassed about the after. He had never woken up next to someone before, and he was self-conscious about what Derek would think of him first thing in the morning.
While Derek had looked gorgeous as he sleepily smiled at Spencer after he had awoken, Spencer had no idea what he looked like. He hadn't been lying to Derek when he said he was uncomfortable with his body. Now, to add to that, his body felt sticky and sweaty from the night before. And he could still taste Derek in his mouth after having sucked him off last night, Spencer realized with a blush. He didn't want Derek to see him when he wasn't at his best.
Sighing at himself, Spencer dropped the sheet and quickly reached his hand into the shower, turning the water on to hot. As he pulled his arm back, preparing to wait for the water to heat up, his eyes were caught by his image in the mirror. Staring at himself, he let out a small gasp. He was shocked to see the trail of light marks peppered across his body. His eyes were drawn to his collarbone and chest, and he remembered the feeling of Derek's mouth on him. Spencer bit his lower lip, as his eyes raked down his body, keeping a tally of the bruises on his pale skin.
Kiss marks, he thought to himself with a little giggle.
Glancing further down, Spencer twisted slightly as he saw small bruises encircling his hips. It reminded him of the feeling of Derek's hands on him as he was lying on his back and Derek was pushing into him. And then how Derek had flipped him on to his stomach, and pulled him on to his hands and knees. He remembered the feeling of Derek's hands pressing into the small of his back as he positioned him, until he got him where he wanted. And then, it had felt so good.
Spencer blushed as he pulled his eyes back to the mirror and looked at himself. Derek had left his mark all over him. Like he had claimed him. Smiling to himself, as he pulled back the curtain and stepped into the hot spray of the water, Spencer found that he kind of liked that.

Twenty minutes later, Spencer was walking down the stairs, in a much better mood than when he had first woken up. The hot water had done him a world of good, and almost all the aches in his muscles had relaxed. Not to mention the fact that he had had a good time rehashing last night's developments while he was in the shower. To Spencer, it had been an epic success.
Derek looked up as he heard Spencer enter the kitchen and he couldn't help but smile. Spencer was dressed in a purple and gray striped sweater and dark-wash jeans. His hair was still damp and curling from his shower.
"What're we having?" Spencer asked as he leaned over to look at what Derek had put together.
"Belgian waffles, bacon and eggs," Derek said with a grin.
Spencer's eyed widened in appreciation.
"Wow," he said with a laugh. "I'm starting to think you're seriously trying to fatten me up."
"I eat like this all the time, and I don't get fat," Derek said with a shrug as he started making the plates.
"You also obviously work out like you're training for a marathon, if your physique is any indicator," Spencer said with an eye roll.
"Oh, so you've been checking out my 'physique,' huh, Pretty Boy?" Derek asked as he waggled his eyebrows at Spencer.
Spencer rolled his eyes, but the pink tinge to his cheeks did not go unnoticed by Derek.
"I'm almost done here," Derek said lightly. "Wanna go wait for me in the living room? I figure we could veg out in front of the TV while we eat. Take it kinda slow today."
Spencer tilted his head to the side as he considered Derek's words. Although he was trying to mask it, Spencer could tell Derek was trying to be 'accommodating' to him. But, Spencer didn't need that. He wanted Derek to see him as someone who was desirable, not someone who needed babying. Sighing as he shook his head, Spencer knew he still had more work to do to change Derek's mind about him. But, Spencer could tell that Derek would be resistant if he knew it was coming.
"Sure, sounds good," Spencer said, instead.
Derek hummed happily as Spencer walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Spencer sat on the couch and turned on the TV, and soon found his mind wandering to the thoughts of what he could expect to happen between him and Derek going forward. They had had sex, so obviously things would be different. But, different how? Derek was flirtatious, and seemed to be in a good mood. He definitely seemed more relaxed than he had been yesterday. But, on the other hand, he also seemed a bit guarded, more than he had been when Spencer had first arrived.
Spencer knew that what he had accomplished—getting Derek to bite the bullet and actually act on the overflowing desires that had been bubbling up between them—was a major step in the right direction. Derek wanted him—that was pretty obvious by the man's actions last night. But, did he want anything more from him? Again, Spencer was stumped. And Spencer didn't like feeling stumped. He wished he had someone to talk to about this.
Hearing the sound of steps behind him, Spencer watched as Derek walked into the room carrying two heaping plates, and Spencer rolled his eyes with amusement, knowing he could never finish all of that. As Derek set them down he smiled over at Spencer before flopping down next to him on the couch. Before, Spencer could move to grab one of the plates, he felt Derek's arm coming around his shoulder, bringing him in close to his side. And then he felt Derek's large hand come up to card through his hair a few times, stroking his head.
"You good?" Derek asked again, and Spencer could only sigh dreamily as he nodded.
At least he's not afraid to touch me, Spencer thought to himself as he leaned in to the man's caress. But this still felt like babying to him. Spencer could tell that Derek seemed a bit apprehensive. Like maybe he felt guilty, or uncertain, about last night, and needed to constantly check to see if Spencer was 'okay' with what had happened. Spencer did not want to have to go through another heated argument, like the one they had last night, every time they wanted to… initiate something. He wanted Derek to know that, if he wanted it, he could just make a move. Spencer would be more than willing.
After a few more strokes, Spencer felt Derek's hand slide out of his hair as Derek pulled away from him, and then he heard him chuckle slightly.
"You're kinda like a cat, kid. I almost thought you were going to start purring," Derek said, smiling at him warmly as he reached forward and grabbed his plate.
"It's your fault. There are hundreds of nerve endings in the human scalp. It's only natural I'd react to something like that. No one told you to pet me," Spencer said with a feigned huff.
Derek laughed.
"Just say you liked it," Derek said as he winked.
Spencer felt a burst of heat spread in his chest, and fought down the almost knee-jerk urge to tease Derek back. The thought on the tip of his tongue would be to tell Derek that he liked a lot of things the older man did to him. But Derek didn't always respond positively to Spencer's overt flirtations. So, Spencer would bide his time. He had other ideas about how to get what he wanted from Derek.
They settled into a companionable silence, sitting next to each other on the couch, thighs pressed close against the other's, as they dug into the sizeable breakfast. As usual, what Derek cooked was delicious, but Spencer was right, there was no way he'd be able to finish the mammoth-sized portion. But, he also knew this was partially because he wanted to save a little room. He hoped Derek also had the ability to eat some more, but when he glanced to his left he almost laughed, as he saw that Derek's plate was practically clean. He hadn't seemed to have had any problem.
"Know what?" Spencer asked as he quickly got to his feet.
Derek just looked up at him with an eyebrow arched inquisitively.
"I actually did make a dessert last night," Spencer said with a small smile, a teasing glint in his eye.
It wasn't lost on him how Derek had stiffened slightly at the mention of 'dessert,' both of them knowing exactly where that had led to last night. But then Derek shook it off and smiled back at Spencer.
"Oh, yeah? You did, did you?" Derek said as he shook his head, trying not to laugh.
"Mm hmm, and I think you'll like it," Spencer said. "Let me go get us some."
Without even waiting for Derek's answer, Spencer was already grabbing the breakfast dishes and turning toward the kitchen. So, when Derek called after him, 'Make sure you really are bringing dessert this time,' Spencer could only laugh.
A few minutes later, Spencer was walking back into the living room, and when Derek looked up, he could only chuckle as he saw that Spencer had only one plate in his hands. From what he could see, it looked like a slice of French Silk pie.
"What? I don't get any?" Derek asked, feigning a pout.
"No, of course you do," Spencer said as he slid his way back onto the couch, sidling up close next to Derek and tucking himself in between the couch and the older man's side.
"I just thought we'd share," Spencer said as he held up the fork and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Derek could only laugh at that. Spencer was relentless, it seemed. But at least he was his 'normal,' playful self. That's all Derek really wanted. And it was definitely better than the reticent, unsure-looking boy he had woken up next to this morning. He wasn't sure if it was just shyness—and he really hoped it wasn't regret—but he had decided to give Spencer his space. Now, Derek was happy that Spencer had seemed to relax, and so he was willing to indulge the boy a bit.
"Yeah? Is that what you thought?" Derek asked him slyly as he allowed himself to relax into the couch, even throwing an arm around Spencer's back, pulling him closer. He figured there was no harm in sharing dessert and some flirting.
Spencer smiled at him sweetly, already slicing into the pie and picking up a piece with the fork. He held up the fork and looked at Derek expectantly. Derek stared at him for a second, and then laughed again when he realized what Spencer wanted. He intended to feed him. So, smiling, he opened his mouth, accepting Spencer's offering.
As his mouth closed over the tines of the fork and the deep chocolate flavor of the chilled dessert filled his mouth, Derek let out an appreciative moan, closing his eyes.
"You make me want to keep you around," Derek said with a laugh, as he leaned his head back against the couch.
Spencer flushed next to him, but his reaction was lost on Derek. He nibbled on his lip as he watched Derek's face, wondering if Derek's words were just playful banter or if there was any truth to them. But when Derek opened his eyes and looked at Spencer expectantly, Spencer flushed a deeper shade of red and busied himself with scooping another piece of pie on to the fork. Before Derek could open his mouth to speak, Spencer was pushing the fork towards his lips and, smiling, Derek accepted the second bite of the treat. Spencer laughed as Derek gave another enthusiastic moan, and continued to feed the older man, taking a bite for himself every now and again.
When the last bites were done, Derek watched as Spencer reached above his head to place the empty plate on the end table behind them. But as soon as Spencer returned to his side, the boy's lips were on his mouth and his hands were pressing against his chest. Derek couldn't really complain as Spencer licked at his mouth. Spencer tasted good, and he found himself enthusiastically sucking at the boy's lips.
They made out languidly for a few minutes, Spencer letting out soft sighs and moans, before Derek started to feel Spencer's fingers trailing downward until they began running lightly up and down his thigh. Pulling back slightly, Derek looked down at Spencer and raised a questioning eyebrow. Spencer just looked back up at him, swollen bottom lip tucked firmly between his teeth, and a playful expression on his face.
"Kid?" Derek asked.
But Spencer's only response was to move his hand up the length of Derek's thigh and rest it on Derek's jean-clad cock, causing Derek to jump at the unexpected contact.
"Do you want to… you know, go again?" Spencer asked, as he gave a tentative squeeze.
Derek had been watching Spencer closely all morning, and it hadn't been lost on him that Spencer had been walking a bit funny. He hadn't complained about it, but Derek was sure that the younger man must be sore. Derek would, of course, love to have another round with Spencer. He had been downright shocked about how good it had been with the kid last night. But, Derek knew this was all new to both of them, and he made sure that he had no 'expectations' about when their next time would be—if there even was going to be a next time. But he definitely hadn't imagined it'd be the morning after.
Derek groaned as he forced himself to remove Spencer's hand from his slowly-awakening cock.
"Kid, we can't just spend the whole day cooped up in the house, going at it," Derek said, with a strained laugh.
Spencer licked his lips as he looked at him.
"Why not? I wouldn't mind that," Spencer said, with a small shrug.
Derek's eyes widened and he felt his mouth go dry. Oh, how he'd love to do that. But he wasn't going to be that indulgent.
"I… have a better idea. How about you let me take you out, huh? I promised I'd show you around the city," Derek said as he slipped away from Spencer and stood up.
Spencer frowned and began to open his mouth in protest, when he felt Derek press his fingers against his lips.
"Come on, that's what you came here for, isn't it? I'd feel bad if I didn't hold up my end of the bargain. Let me take you out. I promise you'll have a good time," Derek said, flashing him a big grin.
The warmth of his voice was enough to quiet Spencer. He had had half a mind to tell Derek that, no, he really wasn't here to see D.C. While that was an added bonus, his real goal had been to see Derek. But, Spencer considered, going out with Derek… well, that sounded really nice too. Like a date. And Spencer really hadn't been on very many of those before.
"O-ok," Spencer finally said, once Derek had pulled his fingers away from his lips.
Derek smiled at him.
"Good. Trust me, you won't be disappointed. Now, come on, go get ready, so we can leave soon," he said, tilting his head in the direction of upstairs.
Nodding, Spencer ran upstairs to get his shoes and bag, and when he came back down, Derek was already standing by the door holding out Spencer's coat and scarf.
"Thanks," Spencer said as he quickly pulled on the items, remembering suddenly how cold it was outside. He had been blissfully ensconced in Derek's house and it was like he had forgotten everything else going on outside. He blushed and shook his head at himself. It wasn't like him to get so… sidetracked.
"And, here, don't forget these," Derek said, dragging him out of his thoughts, and tossing something in Spencer's direction.
Spencer's eyes widened as he instinctively reached out and caught the small bag. With brows furrowed, he looked down and opened the bag.
"Gloves?" he asked with a laugh, as he looked up at Derek.
"Yeah, I picked them up for you on the way home yesterday. I was going to give them to you last night but… well, we got a little distracted," Derek said with a smirk.
Spencer felt his cheeks heating as he shook his head, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face as he pulled out the soft, black gloves.
"Derek… you didn't have to get me these," Spencer said
"It's the least I could do," Derek said as he swung an arm around Spencer and led him to the door. "Can't have my Pretty Boy freezing his cute little butt off."
Spencer blushed but said nothing as he grinned and allowed Derek to lead him out the door.

An hour later found Derek and Spencer walking through the National Air & Space Museum. Derek had added this location to the top of his list of things he wanted to show Spencer during his visit. And, judging by the way that Spencer's eyes lit up as he peered into all the glass displays and read the descriptions of the items within, it had been a good choice.
Derek laughed as Spencer pointed to the words he was reading in front of a display depicting the propulsion engine in a rocket, explaining to Derek what he knew about the mechanism but, also, excitedly telling Derek how the diagram showed him the elements he hadn't known, or understood, about it before. Derek had been surprised by those instances. With the way the younger man's mouth had been running a mile a minute, spouting what seemed to be his entire knowledge of space exploration, Derek had been initially a bit worried that there would be nothing for Spencer to 'learn' at the museum. But, every couple of displays Spencer came across something he hadn't seen before and it was like he actually liked finding things he didn't know.
Derek chuckled to himself as Spencer grabbed his sleeve and started tugging him towards a large, life-size replica of a rocket thruster. He was almost like a kid in a candy store.
"Look at this!" Spencer said excitedly. "Isn't this insane, Derek?"
Derek nodded along as he watched Spencer walk around the circumference of the large metal structure.
Before Derek could respond, he felt his phone start to vibrate in his pocket, followed by a very familiar ringtone and he cursed. Spencer looked at him in confusion and Derek grimaced as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"Work call," Derek said in explanation.
He had a particular ringtone he had assigned for work calls—any call from his team, including his boss, would trigger that tone. So, when he heard that ring he always knew something was up. And work came first; it didn't matter that it was a Saturday. But when he finally was able to look at the glowing screen, he saw Garcia's name come up and relaxed somewhat. It could still be a work-related call, but usually if it was Garcia calling, instead of Hotch, it was likely that it was nothing urgent.
"Um… I gotta take this," Derek said apologetically as he held up the phone, while simultaneously pointing behind him with his thumb, telling Spencer he had to step away for a bit.
"Don't worry," Spencer said with a smile as he waved Derek off. "I can keep myself entertained."
Derek smiled before turning away and walking to the entryway of the exhibit they were currently browsing through. He wanted to keep Spencer in his sights, while also not inconveniencing the other patrons with his phone call. From where he stood, about 20 feet away from Spencer, he could achieve both. Settling himself against the wall, making sure he could see Spencer, Derek engaged the call.
"Hey Mama," he said as he put the phone to his ear.
"Mmm, tall, dark and handsome, it's always nice to hear that voice," Garcia said in an almost-purr.
Derek couldn't help the smile that found its way to his lips upon hearing her flirtation.
"So, where are we going for brunch today?' she asked in a song-song voice.
And Derek froze.
"Hello? Derek Morgan?" Garcia asked, after Derek failed to respond.
"Oh...damn, Baby Girl. Sorry, but I can't make it," Derek said, cringing slightly.
"We've had a standing date for Saturday brunch for as long as I can remember! Other than when you've been away on a case, you haven't missed a date in..." Garcia trailed off, trying to quantify the time.
"Almost 10 months!" She concluded with a gasp.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. Something came up," Derek muttered as his eyes trailed fondly across the room to the tall, leggy brunette staring in awe at the display in front of him.
"'Something came up,' my ass, Derek Morgan! There's only one thing that could make you stand me up. And even that one thing has been a rare reason for you to feel justified in skipping out on me, so now you don't get to dodge it anymore: who is this mystery lady?" Garcia demanded.
"Baby Girl, can we not do this right now?" He asked with a sigh.
"Nope," she said almost immediately. "You were lucky that you were able to slip past me yesterday because Hotch promised you all an early night. But don't think I've forgotten about it. So, now that you've committed a mortal sin by putting this girl ahead of me, I think I deserve at least some inkling as to who she is. I mean, she must be something to get the legendary Derek Morgan so caught up."
Derek scoffed.
"Legendary?" He asked with distaste.
"Do you really want me to stand here and list out to you the number of women you've slept with in the past year, let alone the past month, my dear?" Garcia asked, and Derek could hear the smirk in her words.
No. No he did not want Garcia to remind him of his less than...monogamous ways. Derek wasn't necessarily ashamed of his past actions. Most of the women he had been with recently were either comfortable with the 'no-strings attached' setup he usually required or they were the ones who suggested it themselves. It made sense for the busy lifestyle Derek had. And it was fun. But, now, glancing at Spencer, Derek suddenly felt like this was a part of himself he wanted to keep hidden from the younger man. Not because he wanted to be dishonest, but because he didn't want Spencer's opinion of him to be marred, or lessened, in any way.
"Earth to Morgan!" He heard Garcia's annoyed-sounding voice coming over the phone.
"Huh?" He asked.
"You better not be ignoring me, or I will flood your work computer with a porn virus. Don't test me, Derek Morgan," she threatened.
Derek cringed.
"No, no, Baby Girl. I'm not ignoring you, I just...got distracted..." he trailed off.
At that moment, Spencer spun around to grin excitedly at Derek, gesturing wildly to the display in front of him. Derek smiled back and waved, then pointed to his phone giving Spencer another apologetic look. Spencer just smiled warmly, waving away Derek's concern and turned back to the exhibit that had caught his attention.
"Wow...she's with you right now, huh?" Garcia asked, astutely.
Derek didn't even bother denying it.
"I gotta say I'm somewhat impressed, Derek. This must be something special if you're spending so much time with her. I just don't know why you're keeping her so hush-hush. Especially from me," Garcia said, and Derek could hear the slight sound of hurt in her voice.
"Penelope," he said, seriously. "It's...it's nothing like that. You know you'd be the first person I'd tell. It's just...right now things are really 'new,' and I just... I wanna just feel it out for a little bit. Ok, Baby Girl?"
He heard a soft 'hmm' over the phone, and couldn't tell if she was satisfied with his explanation or not, but then she sighed dramatically.
"Fine, fine," she conceded. "You can have your secrets for a little while longer. But, just tell me one thing: is she gorgeous?"
Derek glanced at Spencer, who was bending over a glass table display, eyes bright in wonder and lips slightly parted. Derek felt that strange 'something' swell in his chest yet again.
"Beyond compare," he answered, without hesitation.
"Whoa, you're making Mama jealous," Garcia said, feigning offense.
Derek smirked and couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, you are a goddess, Penelope Garcia. You can't expect anyone to be able to compare you to mere mortals," he said, voice sultry.
Garcia laughed.
"Smooth move, Chocolate Thunder. For that I'll forgive you standing me up and all the secrecy," she said.
Derek laughed in return.
"But seriously," she said, after a moment. "Good luck with this. She seems special to you, and I honestly hope everything works out. You need some good in your life."
"Thanks, Mama," Derek said softly.
"Well, I won't keep you from her any longer. Kisses, my love!" Garcia sang, before ending the call.
Once the line went dead, Derek held his phone in his hand for a while longer as he looked at Spencer. Garcia's words made his thoughts run amok and caused something to clench in his chest. He had no idea what this 'thing' between him and Spencer was. And that made him anxious. He knew it had been impulsive to let himself get caught up and act on his attraction to Spencer last night. It definitely had not been on his agenda of 'things for Spencer to do in D.C.,' that was for sure. And while everything about those moments was electrifying and mind-blowing in every possible way, Derek felt like he was, quite simply, out of his element. They hadn't hashed anything out. They hadn't made any rules or boundaries. This wasn't usually the way Derek operated. Things were always defined. He never had to feel… confused about what he wanted.
Watching Spencer's wide-eyed expression as he spoke with one of the museum docents, it reminded Derek again about how young Spencer was. How innocent. How much bad the kid had had to deal with in his few short years. Derek didn't want to add to any of that. He didn't want to make anything in Spencer's life harder than it had already been.
And, just like he had felt that night, over six months ago, when he had kneeled before Spencer, baring his heart and trying to tell the kid he was no good for him—that Spencer should want, and even needed, someone else—Derek felt like it was his job to convince Spencer to push him away. But, he had done a pretty shitty job of it so far, he thought to himself with a frown. It did not make sense for him to have slept with Spencer, knowing the consequences. The emotional attachment. Especially the feelings that would come along with the fact that he had been Spencer's first. The sudden thought made him heat up, and flooded his mind with the image of Spencer underneath him, flushed, panting, gripping him tight as he moaned.
Derek knew he should probably feel ashamed, or mad at himself that he had lost control. But he wasn't. He would never say it out loud, but he felt a semblance of pride. He was happy that Spencer hadn't fallen prey to some slimy asshole whose only goal would have been to hurt him. He was happy that he was the first, and only one, so far, to have seen Spencer that way. He already felt possessive of him. But, what sense did that make? The kid was only going to be here for another week. Derek had no idea what the hell he was doing.
"Derek!" Spencer called as he looked over at him with a wide grin, noticing that he had finished his phone call. "Come here! This guy says they have a special Physics Magic exhibit this month!"
Derek hesitated a moment, all his earlier musings still trying to force their way into his consciousness, before he pushed off the wall, dismissing them for the time being. He then returned Spencer's wide grin as he started walking back over to them.
"Well, I was hoping for it to be a surprise," Derek teased.

The day passed by quickly, and at the end of the night, Spencer and Derek settled down to an Italian dinner, chatting over their day. Spencer couldn't stop going on about the fun he had had, and, most importantly, how different everything was from what he was used to, back in Vegas.
Derek smiled at the younger man's excitement. He had had quite a good time himself, as well. After leaving the museum, he had actually been able to convince Spencer to go ice-skating at the Art Sculpture Garden ice rink. They had only spent about an hour out on the ice once Derek realized that 1) Spencer was all long legs and knobby knees (somewhat like a baby giraffe) and had no idea what he was doing; and 2) he just couldn't take the sight of Spencer's nose and lips getting red in the cold air. It also had made Derek very interested in kissing those lips. But he had resisted.
Instead, he had treated Spencer to hot chocolate, which the kid had been especially grateful for. Derek couldn't help but cringe, however, as he watched Spencer add two spoons of sugar to the already sweet drink. Afterwards, he had taken Spencer to a live jazz set at one of his favorite cafes. Spencer was enthralled, and knew a surprising number of facts about the history of jazz, but Derek had had to remind him to keep his voice down, as they had been hushed by other patrons more than once. It had been fun.
They had made it to the restaurant around when the sun was starting to set, and had thoroughly enjoyed everything they had eaten. But their meal had soon come to an end, and Derek watched on with amusement as Spencer let out a satisfied sigh, pushing himself slightly away from the table and his mostly-empty plate. It was moments like this that made Derek happy. The distrustful, closed-off boy he had first come across in Vegas six months ago seemed like just a figment compared to the bright-eyed young man sitting in front of him. It seemed that leaving the work at the Club, and re-enrolling in college, had been all around good for Spencer. And Derek was thankful for that.
As Derek continued in his musings, he was aware of Spencer looking up at him, catching his eyes. Derek smiled at Spencer once the younger man looked at him, and watched as he blushed slightly, as if feeling self-conscious with Derek's eyes on him. Although this was the same boy who could wantonly tease him with filthy promises, it was always endearing to him how shy Spencer could sometimes become when Derek flirted with him, or how easily the boy blushed if Derek winked at him. Derek found himself trying to resist the urge to reach over and stroke Spencer's hand.
But, then their waitress appeared at their sides. And Derek and Spencer smiled up at her as she offered them the dessert menus.
"You want dessert?" Derek asked, catching Spencer's eyes.
"I always want dessert," Spencer said happily as he picked up the small menu.
Smiling, Derek tugged it out of his hands before Spencer could get a good look at it.
"Hey!" Spencer said, giving Derek what the older man could only describe as a pout.
"We'll get you something sweet, trust me. I just have someplace different in mind," Derek said with a wink.
Spencer gave him a suspicious look, but Derek just laughed in response.
"Trust me, I know a great place," Derek said, smiling warmly.

Half an hour later, Derek and Spencer walked into the Downtown Holiday Market. It was an elaborate grid of outdoor vendors and stalls stretching out across two blocks in front of the Smithsonian American Art Museum. It was exciting and bright; music, sounds and smells coming from all directions. But it was also a bit overwhelming for Spencer, who, at some point as they strolled between the stalls and people, began to crowd in close to Derek's side.
Smiling down at the younger man, Derek couldn't help but throw an arm around his shoulder and pull him in closer.
"How do you like it?" Derek asked him, mouth close to his ear.
Spencer blushed and shivered as Derek's warm breath ran over the sensitive skin. Pretending that he was cold, he rubbed his gloved hands together.
"It's really nice! But there are so many people," Spencer said with a tight smile.
Derek laughed.
"Yeah, it's a popular spot. But, what I really wanted to bring you here for are the donuts," Derek said with a grin.
"Donuts?" Spencer asked, perking up a little.
"Yup. Freshly made, piping hot donuts, in any flavor you want. I figure we could pick some up and eat 'em out here, or head back if you're tired," Derek said.
"Sounds good," Spencer said smiling.
Glancing down the walkway, Derek could see that the stall he wanted to go to already had a long line in front of it. It would probably be a 15-20 minute wait. That wasn't surprising, though; it was a Saturday night and it wasn't as cold out as it had been the last couple of nights. A lot of people were out tonight.
"You wanna hang back while I go buy them? I doubt you'd want to have to stand in that crowd," Derek asked as he pointed towards the mass of people.
Spencer looked a bit embarrassed but nodded in agreement. Derek walked him over to a street lamp near the entrance of the aisle. There were fewer people there and the noises were diminished.
"Just wait here, alright? I'll try to be as fast as I can," Derek said.
"Okay," Spencer agreed as he settled himself against the post.
Derek made to turn and head towards the stall, but paused and glanced back at Spencer.
"Don't move, ok?" he said, giving Spencer a meaningful look.
Spencer rolled his eyes but smiled as he nodded at Derek.
Derek smiled back before winking at him and then turning to walk towards the stands.
Spencer couldn't help but smile to himself at Derek's actions as he watched the tall man walk away. He had had such a good time with Derek today. Derek had been attentive, playful, and flirtatious. Spencer had also noticed that Derek was very protective over him, but Spencer imagined that it was a subconscious habit. Derek seemed to always be putting an arm around his shoulder, pulling him close. When they walked on the street, it seemed like Derek always wanted to make sure that others didn't bump into him. Like he wanted to keep Spencer all to himself. It felt like they were together.
Spencer blushed to himself as he looked down at his feet, chest warming at that thought. But his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughing as a group walked past him. Glancing up, curiously, Spencer could see a raucous group of about five guys around his age, laughing and shoving each other playfully. He caught the eye of one—a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy who seemed to be the loudest one—and the stranger smiled at him, tapping the arm of one of his friends, getting the group to stop.
Spencer flinched when he realized he had drawn their attention, and immediately cast his eyes back to the ground. But his attempt to dissuade them went unheeded and in a few seconds he was surrounded by the group. None of them were standing close enough to be threatening, but Spencer couldn't help feeling slightly panicked.
"Hey, you're cute," the blonde one said, causing Spencer's head to snap up as he stared at them.
"Aww, really really cute," another voice came, from his right.
"What're you doing out here all alone?" the blonde asked, pouting playfully.
Spencer's eyebrows rose. He looked around the group of smiling faces and could see that they meant him no harm. But he felt his face flushing, nonetheless, not wanting all the attention.
"Um… I-I'm just waiting-" Spencer began, but he was cut off by the leader again.
"Hey, we're all heading out to a really great club down in Dupont Circle. A cutie like you shouldn't just be hanging out here on a Saturday night," blondie continued.
Spencer blushed again, quickly glancing around the group.
"You don't look like you're from the area. Do you go to school here? Or, if you're new in town, we can totally show you all the good spots. My friends and I know how to have a really good time," blondie said.
"Uh… No, I don't go to school here. I'm from Vegas, actually. I'm just… visiting," Spencer murmured.
"Oooh, Vegas," one of the boys said with a grin. He was shorter than the rest of them, with dark brown hair, dark eyes, and dimples. The other guys laughed and gave Spencer impressed looks.
"So, first things first, since I seem to have forgotten my manners. What's your name? My name's Justin. This is Ricky, T.J., Leo and Ryan," the blonde said as he pointed to himself and the other four faces.
"Uh… Spencer," Spencer responded, feeling pretty overwhelmed by Justin's rapid-pace conversation style.
"Oh, Spencer!" Justin said with a wide smile. "Even your name's adorable!"
The other boys laughed and smiled at him. Spencer smiled uncertainly, but he relaxed a bit.
"We're going out to cheer up our poor friend Ryan over here," Justin said as he motioned over to the boy he had pointed out a few moments before.
Glancing at 'Ryan,' Spencer could see that he was the most reticent of the group, but looked kind. He had sandy brown hair and what looked to be green eyes. He was a bit taller than Spencer and seemed to have an impressive musculature under his dark coat, like he probably played some type of contact-sport. He smiled at Spencer apologetically, as if he wanted to make up for his friends' behavior. Spencer could only smile shyly back.
"Yeah," responded a boy with dark, curly hair, who Spencer thought Justin had said was named 'T.J.' "Ryan's been going solo for too long. It's been like… 3 months since things ended between him and his last boyfriend. It's time this boy jumped back on the saddle."
"Hey!" Ryan said, face flushing in embarrassment. His friends just laughed.
Justin grinned as he stepped closer to Spencer, as if he wanted to tell him something in confidence. Justin was around Spencer's height, but Spencer still found himself feeling slightly cowed by his effusiveness and shrunk back a bit. Justin threw his arm over Spencer's shoulder and leaned down to 'whisper' in his ear, loud enough for the other four to hear.
"You're actually just Ryan's type. We thought it might be a bust tonight because Ryan's really so picky and kind of a stick-in-the-mud. But, it was like totally fate that we ran into you! And don't you think Ryan's totally gorgeous too? I'm sure you guys will really get along. So, come on. Why don't you come out with us, Spencer?" Justin asked in a mock-whine.
Spencer felt his face heat up again. They were genuinely asking him to hang out. Even though Spencer had no intention of going to any clubs with them—or really any interest, for that matter—it was still extremely flattering to have such a friendly group of guys his age showing interest in him for once.
"Guys, cut it out," Ryan said, face still red. "He doesn't look like he's interested."
"Well, maybe he doesn't know if he's interested, yet. I've been known to be able to recruit a boy or two over to our side," Leo, the shorter boy with dimples, said with a wink.
"Yeah, we could show him the ropes," T.J. said as he grinned and the rest of the boys laughed in agreement.
"So, what do you say, Spencer? Wanna come out and have some fun with us? You don't want to leave poor Ryan all alone tonight, do you? Just look at him. He obviously thinks you're cute," Justin said as he stepped back and nodded over in Ryan's direction. "How about adding a little extra excitement to your life?"
Glancing towards the taller boy in question, Spencer's face heated as well when he saw that Ryan was blushing and shyly looking at him. Spencer's lips parted to begin to explain that he was already 'seeing' someone, but he paused in mid-thought, wondering if that was even true.
He had had sex with Derek. So he knew that meant something. But, Spencer had been the one to confess his feelings. Derek hadn't confirmed, or denied, anything. And although Derek had seemed like he wanted Spencer, Spencer wasn't naïve enough not to know that having sex and being in a relationship were often not one in the same thing. He had spent four years of his life learning that sex could very often be meaningless.
And he didn't even know how one went about becoming a 'boyfriend.' Would Derek have to ask him? Would Spencer have to be the one to ask for it? He didn't know. He didn't even know if you could call yourself someone's 'boyfriend' after only having had sex once. But even though it had been only one time—and his first time, Spencer thought with a blush—having sex with Derek had stuck with him. He had found himself thinking about it all day. His body felt different, like he could still feel Derek on top of him, beside him, inside him. It made him hot just thinking about it.
Of course, he wanted something more with Derek. Ultimately, he wanted Derek to want to be with him—for him to feel as strongly about Spencer as Spencer did about him. But, for right now, he couldn't deny that he had very much enjoyed the closeness they had shared last night. He enjoyed being able to be with Derek so intimately. And, hell, he had enjoyed the sex because Derek Morgan was good at it. So, for right now he was content without being able to really 'define' what it was they were to each other. He hoped that he would be able to figure it out soon, though.
Looking at the boys who were staring at him expectantly, Spencer tried to will himself to stop blushing.
"Um… it's really nice of you guys to offer but… I… well, I'm kind of… sort of with someo-" he began, but his words were cut off as he felt a heavy arm fall down around his shoulder.
Jumping in surprise, he turned to see Derek standing next to him, a strange expression on his face.
"You ok, Pretty Boy?" Derek asked, but he wasn't looking at Spencer. He seemed to be sizing up the group of boys standing across from them. Derek didn't look angry, per se, but he seemed to be wary and Spencer could feel that his body was tense.
"Ah… yes, everything's fine, Derek," Spencer blurted out, for some reason feeling embarrassed by this show of… what was it? Bravado? Possessiveness?
"Well, it looks like he's got himself some 'excitement' in his life already," one of the boys said mischievously. Spencer had no idea who had spoken, because he was too busy looking at Derek's stern face.
Derek's eyebrow rose inquisitively, and Spencer could feel his grip around his shoulder tighten slightly.
"But, I gotta say, if this is your man then you sure know how to pick 'em. He is fine," T.J. said with a smile.
Out of the corner of his eye, Spencer noticed that Justin gave Ryan an apologetic look, and Spencer felt his face flush. He felt bad to see Ryan looking so dejected.
"Yes! I knew he was on our team!" Leo interjected with a laugh as he nudged his friends. He then turned and grinned lasciviously at Spencer and Derek.
"But, I see you like 'em a little older, though, huh? Is your Daddy taking good care of you?" Leo asked, eyebrows waggling suggestively.
Spencer face flushed hotly with mortification and he was sure that, this time, Derek's hold on him really did tighten. He hoped Derek wasn't offended. Spencer had, in such a short time, already learned that this was this group's way of harmless teasing. He hoped Derek understood that as well.
"Hey, Chocolate Beefcake, I see you staking your claim on this cutie-pie here, but, really, Spencer was having a good time with us. Won't you let your boy-toy come out and play? We're sure we can show him some fun things. You know, things more along the lines of what someone his age would enjoy?" Justin asked with a smirk.
Spencer could see that Derek hadn't liked hearing that, but the man slightly relaxed his grip around his shoulder as he looked to him. The expression in Derek's dark eyes was unreadable, and Spencer's brows furrowed in concern.
"You interested in hanging out with them?" Derek asked, in a flat tone that gave the impression that he would be fine either way.
Spencer frowned slightly, body tensing.
"No. I don't want to go with them. I want to stay with you," Spencer said pointedly.
Then Derek grinned at him, and Spencer thought for a second that he looked slightly relieved, before he turned back to stare at the group of guys.
"You heard him. Apparently the kid wants to stay with someone a little more mature. So you guys can step off," Derek said, smiling at them.
The boys laughed good-naturedly as some of them whistled and cat-called.
"Whoo, ok. Well, we don't want to get in between all this raw sexual tension we can sense going on here," Justin said playfully as he held his hands up and took a step back.
"Guys, let's get out of here before we all start getting jealous that we don't have what Spencer has," Justin then said to his friends as he winked at them. The other boys laughed and smiled, saying their goodbyes as they began to walk away.
"Um…thanks for offering, though!" Spencer called after them.
"Sure thing, sugar! We walk through here almost every night so if you ever change your mind, you know where to find us," Justin said as he spun on his heel and blew a kiss in Spencer's direction.
The other boys laughed their agreement and the group continued to cat-call as they walked away.
"That was… strange," Spencer said after a moment, laughing softly.
Derek seemed quiet, but he still had his arm around Spencer's shoulder.
"Come on," he said, as he held up the bag in his hand, "you want to head back and finish this at home?"
Spencer stared at the older man, wondering why he seemed so stand-offish, but Derek wasn't meeting his eyes.
"Uh huh," Spencer responded after a moment.
Nodding, Derek ushered Spencer away from the Market, arm still slung over his shoulder. They walked in silence for a few minutes as they headed back to the car, and Spencer found himself becoming more and more confused.
"Are you ok?" Spencer finally asked.
Derek glanced at him, eyebrow raised.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well… I dunno, you've been really quiet this whole time. Is something wrong?" Spencer asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Derek looked away.
"Nope," he said.
Spencer couldn't understand what was going on. Whatever was bothering Derek seemed to be more like something Derek was mad at himself for. And that was the only reason Spencer wasn't panicking. But he was still confused. Derek had seemed fine before he had left to go get the donuts, but ever since he came upon the scene with the boys asking him out, he had seemed really tense. And then a lightbulb went off in Spencer's head and his eyes widened.
"Oh!" Spencer exclaimed as he came to a stop, causing Derek to halt as well.
Derek turned to look at him, arm still slung over his shoulder, a curious expression on his face.
"Are you…perhaps jealous?" Spencer asked, disbelief in his voice.
He felt Derek tense up, and saw his eyebrows rise in shock, but the flustered look he held was not lost on Spencer.
"Kid, don't get ahead of yourself," Derek said, in a weak attempt to deflect.
Spencer blushed as he thought about it, and the more he did, it really seemed like Derek was jealous.
"You… Derek you don't have any reason to be jealous," Spencer continued.
"I'm not jealous!" Derek said as he pulled his arm away and began walking.
"Wait!" Spencer said as he trotted after him.
Derek wasn't really walking as if he intended to ditch Spencer, and the boy quickly overtook him, grabbing one of his hands to stop him in his place.
"You don't have to be jealous because it's obvious I'd never go with them," Spencer said shyly as he looked down at their hands. "I already told you I want to be with you. There's no one else who could get my attention like that. I'm all yours Derek. Whenever, and however, you want me."
Spencer chanced glancing up to see if Derek had been convinced and a shudder of desire ran through him when he saw the look in Derek's eyes. It was heated. Spencer's lips parted, opening to say he wasn't really sure what. But before he could give life to even a single word, Derek's hand was reaching up to wrap around the back of his neck and was pulling him forward to meet his lips. A soft gasp escaped Spencer's mouth as Derek backed him up against the building they had stopped next to.
Spencer felt the cold surface of the brick pressing into the backs of his hands as he allowed Derek to devour his mouth. He gasped again, shuddering when Derek pressed his body into him, feeling overwhelmed by the older man's size and heat.
"You keep saying things that are fucking with my head, kid," Derek breathed against Spencer's lips, one hand pressed against his cheek, the other fisted by his face, still clutching the bag of donuts.
Spencer wasn't sure how to respond to that. Or whether it was a good or bad thing. But then Derek's tongue was in his mouth again, and all semblance of coherent thought went out the window. Spencer was lost in the heat and the headiness, his nostrils bombarded by the woodsy scent of Derek's cologne and the sweet smell of the treats Derek held. When Derek finally pulled his mouth away from Spencer's, both men were breathing heavily.
"Come on, let's go home," Derek said as he ran his thumb over Spencer's moist bottom lip. Spencer shuddered and dazedly followed when Derek grabbed his wrist and pulled him away from the wall.
The car was only a few feet away and they quickly made it inside, buckling up and starting the car. As Derek pulled away, driving a bit faster than Spencer could remember ever seeing him drive, Spencer couldn't help but feel a little excited. Derek had been the one to initiate this time. And, apparently, Derek meant for them to have a repeat performance of last night.
Emboldened, Spencer bit his bottom lip and slid his hand off his lap and across the center console, resting his hand on Derek's inner thigh. He felt the older man stiffen under his touch, but Spencer allowed himself to squeeze Derek's thigh, hand dangerously close to what Spencer could see, even in the dim light of the car's interior, was an obvious erection.
But Derek grabbed his hand, stilling him, and Spencer's heart hammered, wondering if he had completely misread the situation. Derek only glanced at him briefly, barely taking his eyes off the road, and all Spencer could see was that Derek's eyes were dark. But then Derek squeezed his hand tightly, before gently moving it to place it on Spencer's own thigh.
"When we get home," was all Derek said, voice full of promise.
Spencer could only swallow thickly, insides already trembling in anticipation as he clasped his hands on his lap and forced himself to wait. They would be home soon.

Once the car was parked outside of Derek's townhouse, Derek and Spencer quickly exited the car with only one thing on either of their minds, the bag of donuts forgotten on the seat.
When they stepped inside, Derek wasted no time in pushing Spencer up against the closed front door. As his lips found purchase on Spencer's neck, sucking at his pulse, his hands moved quickly, unbuttoning Spencer's coat and pulling it off. Trembling slightly, Spencer's hands went up to his own neck to tug off his scarf. The items fell to the ground around their legs, and Derek toed them out of the way.
Moaning as Derek continued to kiss, lick and suck at his neck, Spencer's hands blindly reached for Derek's coat, wanting badly to feel the other man's skin, but he was having so much trouble focusing that his fingers felt clumsy and leaden. Sensing Spencer's frustration, Derek's hands made quick work of his own coat, unzipping it and tossing it on the ground. Sighing in contentment, Spencer let his hands sneak up under Derek's shirt, skirting over the hard planes of his stomach.
In return, Derek's hands skimmed along Spencer's back, making their way downwards, until they ran over the curve of Spencer's jean-clad rear. Squeezing at the firm globes, Derek couldn't help the groan that left his lips as he heard Spencer's breathy and encouraging moan. It sent a jolt of desire straight to Derek's already engorged cock. Cupping Spencer's ass in his hands and pulling Spencer hard against him, Derek almost growled as their bodies pressed up against each other.
"Up," Derek ordered as he began lifting him and, responding quickly, Spencer allowed Derek to lift him fully, wrapping his legs around Derek's trim waist once he was off the ground. It always blew Spencer's mind how Derek was capable of manhandling him like this. It was as if he weighed nothing. Spencer wrapped his arms around Derek's neck and held on as he felt Derek turning and moving, walking them through the dark living room. He hadn't put on any of the lights, but it seemed like Derek was fine to navigate by the light of the moon pouring in through the blinds.
As Spencer felt them going up the stairs, he squeezed his thighs against Derek's waist, rubbing himself against his stomach, and leaned down to nibble on Derek's earlobe. He was rewarded with a deep groan and a rough squeeze to his ass which was still cupped in Derek's palms. It only took a few more strides before they were walking into Derek's room and as Derek flicked the switch, casting the room in a soft, golden glow, Spencer couldn't stop himself from thrusting against Derek again. He was too excited.
"Shit, Pretty Boy," Derek growled out as he quickly strode over to the bed. "You're ready to go, aren't you?"
Spencer could only moan in response as Derek lowered himself and Spencer on to the bed. Without allowing Spencer to detangle himself, Derek pressed his body down on to Spencer's and Spencer immediately opened his legs wider to allow Derek's body to fit snug against him. Derek ground down against him, giving Spencer much needed relief but also showing the younger man just how turned on he was, as well. Spencer whimpered and brought his hands up to cup Derek's cheeks as he sought out his lips.
As Derek's mouth and tongue worshipped Spencer's, his hands were busy pulling at Spencer's belt. Once he was able to unbuckle it, he made quick work of the button and zipper and, soon, Spencer's jeans were pushed down around his knees. Derek's hand quickly slipped into the front of Spencer's boxer-briefs and began to palm at the boy's stiff cock. Gasping, Spencer bucked upwards, wanting to feel more of Derek's ministrations. Happy to oblige, Derek continued to bite and suck at Spencer's neck and chin as he rubbed harder. Spencer's moans and whines got louder as his hips thrusted upwards even quicker.
"W-wait," Spencer gasped. "Mm… Derek! Don't make me cum yet. I-I want you in me."
Giving Spencer one more teasing squeeze, before pulling his hand away, Derek captured Spencer's lips, moaning against them.
"Ok, just give me a second," Derek promised in a low growl as he pulled his lips away from Spencer's.
He quickly pushed himself off the bed, and jumped to his feet, walking over to where he had left the bottle of lube on the nightstand from the night before and grabbed it. As he turned back to the bed, he could see Spencer was hurriedly kicking off his jeans and pushing down his underwear before he tugged his sweater and shirt up over his head, mussing his wavy hair. Derek couldn't help but secretly be amused at the fact that Spencer had quickly gotten over his shyness at being seen naked. It also turned him on to no end to see Spencer sitting on the bed, lips kiss-swollen and cheeks flushed, completely bare and waiting for him.
Joining him on the bed, Derek pulled off his own t-shirt and tossed it haphazardly on the floor. Before his hands could make it to the waistband of his jeans, Spencer was crawling over to him, hands reaching out to stroke at his arms and chest. His lips soon followed the path of his hands, as he began to kiss, bite and tongue his way across Derek's collarbone and shoulders. Derek groaned and bucked his hips in appreciation, as one hand came up to cradle the back of Spencer's head, holding him close.
"Really really love your tattoos," Spencer panted out, as his tongue licked over the inked skin on Derek's shoulder.
"Yeah, I could pick up on that," Derek moaned, before he gently pushed Spencer back down on to the bed.
Spencer watched, chest rising up and down with his rapid breaths, and legs spread, as Derek squeezed a generous amount of lube on to his fingers.
"Need you to relax and open up for me, baby," Derek said as he pressed his slick fingers against Spencer's tight entrance.
Spencer moaned as he closed his eyes and nodded enthusiastically. Derek pressed one finger inside, and Spencer trembled., bucking his hips almost as soon as the digit breached him. He moaned breathily as Derek pumped the finger inside of him, in deep slow strokes. Soon, Derek was pushing two slick fingers inside and Spencer panted, loving the feeling of being filled and stretched. But he wanted more.
"Hurry, Derek. Hurry," Spencer whined.
"Not yet, baby boy," Derek breathed as his eyes trailed down to where his fingers were disappearing inside Spencer's welcoming body, still amazed about how tight Spencer was.
Frustrated, Spencer began to push down on Derek's fingers, trying to get what he wanted himself. Derek watched as Spencer's hand crept to his cock and squeezed, as if he was right on the precipice of coming and had to restrain himself.
"Derek, please," Spencer moaned, voice sending a jolt of arousal down Derek's spine and straight to his own rock-hard cock.
"Ok, ok. I don't have to be told twice," Derek panted as he slipped his fingers from the clenching hole.
Spencer's eyes fluttered open to watch Derek quickly shuck off his own jeans and underwear. Spencer's face flamed and his lips parted as he watched Derek grab the bottle of lube and slick himself up. Spencer couldn't help but to whine a little at the sight. And then, when Derek returned to the bed, he grinned as he leaned down, capturing Spencer's lips.
"How do you want it?" Derek breathed against his lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Spencer was confused for a split-second, before it dawned on him what Derek was asking. And he blushed as he looked into Derek's hungry eyes.
"I-I… liked it best from behind," Spencer admitted, feeling overcome with embarrassment, and quickly looking away.
"Good," Derek almost purred, as he sat back and grabbed Spencer's shoulders, attempting to turn him on to his front.
"B-but! Wait," Spencer said hurriedly, halting Derek's attempts.
Derek watched as the boy's red face flushed even more.
"What's wrong? You can tell me anything. Don't be embarrassed," Derek said as he leaned in and kissed Spencer softly on his forehead.
"I-I…" Spencer stammered. "Um… it felt best from b-behind, but… I just… I want to be able to see your face, and um… k-kiss you."
Spencer seemed extremely embarrassed, but Derek just grinned as he leaned away from him.
"Don't worry, I think I have a solution to that," Derek said as he scooted up and settled himself on the middle of the bed. "Come here."
Spencer crawled towards Derek and allowed the older man to fold him into his arms as they both lay on their sides and resumed kissing. Derek's hands smoothed down Spencer's back, squeezing playfully at his cheeks once they landed on his rounded bottom, causing Spencer to let out a small squeak.
"Turn around," Derek murmured as his warm hands moved to Spencer's hips.
Nodding, Spencer allowed Derek to position them so that Spencer was on his side and Derek was sidled up behind him, pressed flush against Spencer's back. Spencer trembled as he felt Derek's hard cock sliding along his ass, heavy, hot and slick. Derek's left arm was wrapped under Spencer's left side, warm palm sliding teasingly up and down Spencer's quivering chest and abdomen, while his other hand traced lazy patterns on Spencer's soft hip. Spencer sighed in his embrace, liking the feeling of being surrounded on all sides.
Derek then leaned down and began suckling on the space between Spencer's shoulder and neck, and Spencer could only squirm and whine in response. Wanting to touch Derek back, Spencer turned his head slightly, right arm reaching up behind him so he could hook it behind Derek's neck and pull the man closer to him, searching for his lips. Obliging, Derek moved his mouth to meet Spencer's. His tongue dipped into the boy's sweet mouth, gaining a sultry moan in response. Smiling against Spencer's lips, Derek slipped his hand to the inside of Spencer's thigh.
"Come on, raise your leg," Derek instructed in a breathy voice as his heavy hand squeezed at the pale flesh. And Spencer acquiesced, allowing Derek to grab his thigh, pulling his legs apart, and hooking the raised leg behind Derek's calf, leaving him open and exposed.
Spencer moaned softly against Derek's lips as he felt Derek moving behind him, canting his hips downwards until Spencer could feel his hard cock nudging against his entrance. But he didn't push in, as Spencer had anticipated. Instead, Derek only rocked his hips slightly, teasing Spencer's stretched and wanting hole with the tip of his cock, causing Spencer to twitch and squirm.
"Derek, come on," Spencer pleaded as he tried to move his hips backwards, hating the feeling of being denied.
"Shh," Derek whispered huskily against his ear before he pulled the lobe in between his teeth. "Be patient."
Derek leaned down to capture Spencer's lips again, as his thumb and forefinger pinched one of Spencer's nipples. Spencer bucked against him, trembling with want. His head was already heady, his senses feeling on high-alert, everything over-heightened with arousal.
"You ready for me, baby?" Derek asked as his hand slipped down to tease at Spencer's neglected cock.
But Spencer could only moan unintelligibly in response.
"I'm putting it in. Remember to relax," Derek breathed as he returned his hand to Spencer's trembling abdomen, holding him in place, and nudged against his opening.
Spencer nodded, biting his lip, and Derek rocked his hips forward.
He whimpered as Derek pushed into him, hand immediately shooting up to clasp over Derek's hand that was splayed across his stomach. Derek stilled, thinking Spencer's action was meant to stop him, but Spencer squeezed his hand, telling him he was fine. The sensations were, as always, overwhelming. He just needed an anchor; something to hold on to.
"It's okay, keep going," Spencer whined as he tried to push back against him. It still hurt, but Spencer had already grown to crave the feeling inside of him. He liked feeling Derek spread him open. Hearing Derek's appreciative sigh, Spencer gritted his teeth as he felt Derek slide deeper inside of him. He couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped his lips.
"Good?" Derek asked, mouthing along the line of Spencer's throat as the boy trembled in his arms.
"Nnn," Spencer moaned. "Yesss, so good."
That seemed to be all Derek needed to hear, as his grip on Spencer's thigh tightened, making sure that Spencer stayed open for him, and the arm around his waist pulled Spencer closer, so that their bodies remained flush. And then Derek was thrusting with hard, controlled strokes, sliding deep and drawing choppy gasps from Spencer's throat. Whining, Spencer turned his head again, telling Derek that he wanted to kiss him, and Derek's mouth latched on to his, swallowing his moans and whimpers.
"Pretty Boy, you're so tight," Derek breathed against his lips, causing Spencer's walls to involuntarily clench down around him.
"Shit," Derek groaned, as he increased the speed of his thrusts, grip tight on Spencer's hip. Spencer whined as Derek pounded into him, sometimes striking that place inside of him. Every time he rubbed up against it, it was like white bursts were going off behind Spencer's eyelids, wiping all sensible thought from his mind.
"Ungh….Right there! So good! I can't… I can't hold on," Spencer gasped, throwing his head back and hands grasping blindly at Derek's arm. Derek could feel Spencer's nails scratching at his skin, and let out a pleased hiss at the burning sensation.
"It's ok, baby. It's ok," Derek breathed into his hair as he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, concentrating on hitting the place inside Spencer he knew made the boy's body clench and tremble.
"Oh, God, Derek. Oh, God," Spencer panted, swollen pink lips parted and quivering. "So good… Mmm. I can't… I can't… Oh Derek. Love you…. Love you so much. Aaah!"
And then Spencer was coming, insides clenching and convulsing around Derek. Derek groaned as Spencer's body shook, the tight wet heat too much for him. And, arms locking around Spencer's waist, Derek found himself coming seconds behind him, blindly thrusting his hips hard and deep as his come spurted inside the warm cavern.
When they finally came down from their high, Derek was still holding Spencer tight in his arms, Spencer's arms crossed on top of his, both panting heavily. Giving Spencer another tight squeeze, Derek nuzzled his face into the damp hair at the base of Spencer's neck, kissing him. Spencer moaned happily.
"I came… without you even needing to touch me," Spencer said, dazed and somewhat in awe.
Derek chuckled against his skin, kissing him one more time before he slowly pulled his cock out of Spencer, causing the boy to whine. Spencer rolled on to his stomach, letting out a sigh of contentment as he laid his head on his folded arms, looking like he was about ready to drift off into a nice nap.
But then as Derek sat up, his eyes were drawn to the sticky white mess already staining Spencer's thighs and he cursed.
"Oh, fuck," Derek said.
"Hmm?" Spencer asked sleepily.
"Shit, kid. I forgot to use a condom—again —and I came inside," Derek said, sounding panicked.
"So?" Spencer asked disinterestedly, voice muffled against his arms.
"Spencer," Derek said firmly as he rubbed at the small of Spencer's back, trying to get his attention. "This… That's not okay."
"Why…? Who cares? We did it last time without a condom, too," Spencer murmured.
"Yeah, and that was a problem then too!" Derek said as he continued to prod at Spencer's back, but Spencer just groaned and tried to swat at his persistent hands.
"Hey, hey. Get up. You gotta talk to me," Derek said seriously, as he forced Spencer to roll on to his back.
Spencer opened his half-lidded eyes wider, looking somewhat annoyed to have been disturbed.
"Spencer… it's not okay that I didn't use a condom," Derek said, giving Spencer a stern look, but it was obvious that the only person he was really angry with was himself.
Spencer sat up slightly and gave Derek a discerning look, seeming relatively unperturbed.
"I…don't see the problem. I'm clean. It's not like… you know, I'd been with anybody before you. And even when I was at the Club, they made us get tested like every 3 months. No surprise I came up clean back then too," Spencer said with a little shrug.
"Aren't you clean, too?" he asked as he stared at Derek.
Derek fumbled for words.
"Yes… of course I am. But… Kid, it's not okay just to take someone else's word for it," Derek said, starting to get frustrated. "You can't just take risks like that with your body."
"I trust you," Spencer said simply.
"You're supposed to be a genius and that's just fucking stupid," Derek said, although there was no bite to his tone.
"Knowing how… 'chivalrous' you are, I doubt you'd do it without a condom if you thought it could hurt me in anyway. That's why I trust you, Derek," Spencer said flippantly.
"It's not like I thought about it," Derek explained. "I just well… I'm ashamed to say it, but I got a little too caught up and just forgot. We can't forget next time."
"Why? We don't have to use them. I'm fine like this…Besides… I liked being able to feel you inside me," Spencer said as he lowered his lashes. "I'm sure you liked it, too."
He then glanced back up at Derek and absentmindedly licked his lips.
"I… Shit…" Derek said, wanting to continue the conversation, but unable to deny how Spencer's words sent desire racing through his veins.
Spencer could only smile, seeing that Derek was at a loss for words.
"A condom would also help with the mess," Derek finally said, as an alternative, as he gestured pointedly down at Spencer's thighs.
Looking down, Spencer spread his legs a little bit to stare at the come sticking to his thighs, and Derek couldn't help but gulp at the display. Spencer could already feel it trickling out of him. He didn't necessarily mind it, and he had kind of liked being able to 'feel' Derek coming. It was like he could feel him pulsing inside of him. Looking back up at Derek, Spencer just shrugged and smiled shyly. Derek just shook his head in response.
"Come on… we need to get you cleaned up. Let's go take a shower," Derek said as he pushed himself to his feet.
"I'm tired," Spencer whined, as he flopped back down on the bed.
"Trust me… you're not gonna want to sleep like that," Derek said, as he walked into the bathroom.
Spencer laid on the bed and listened, eyes half-open, as Derek turned the shower on in the master bathroom. When Derek walked back into the room, Spencer felt himself blushing slightly as his eyes roved over Derek's naked form. He always felt himself becoming bashful once the post-orgasmic haze started to wear off.
"Come on," Derek said as he grabbed Spencer around the waist and lifted him, ignoring Spencer's whine of protest.
Spencer was embarrassed that Derek was actually carrying him to the bathroom, but he couldn't really complain. His limbs felt all loose and useless, and he was sure he wouldn't have had the energy to walk to the bathroom himself.
When they walked into the room, already steamy from the running shower, Spencer looked around in appreciation. Derek had one of those glass showers that looked like it could hold two people. And apparently that was exactly what it was going to be used for right now.
Placing Spencer down on his slightly wobbly feet, Derek instructed him to get in. Acquiescing, Spencer stepped in, letting the hot water cascade over him, as Derek followed him inside and shut the glass door. Then Derek told him to face the wall and lean against it, and Spencer gave him a confused look.
Derek seemed a bit embarrassed.
"It's gonna be uncomfortable for…um… my come to stay in you. We should get it out," Derek said as he held up his fingers.
Spencer's mouth opened in a surprised 'oh' and he felt his cheeks heat.
"You can't be serious…." Spencer said as he looked at Derek, but Derek just looked back at him.
He then made a signal with his hand telling Spencer to turn around and, begrudgingly, face aflame, Spencer did. Placing his hands against the wall, he turned and looked over his shoulder at Derek. Catching Derek's dark eyes, Spencer felt a small spark of heat go through his stomach, and tried to push it down.
Derek grabbed Spencer's hips, pulling them back and towards him a bit and causing Spencer to bend slightly. Derek then crouched down behind him and Spencer had to fight back a whimper of anticipation, hands fisted against the wall. Then he felt Derek's hands on his cheeks, spreading them apart. Blushing, Spencer closed his eyes, still not really believing this was happening. And then he gasped as he felt Derek's thick fingers sliding into him. They breached him so easily, aided by the slickness of Derek's come inside of him and the fact that he was still so stretched.
Spencer couldn't help it this time; he moaned.
"Kid," Derek said in a gruff voice, laced with lust. "This isn't supposed to be getting you off."
"Wh-what do you want from me?" Spencer whined, annoyed. "You can't do that to me, and expect me to just stand still!"
Derek said nothing in response, as he pushed his fingers inside, spreading them slightly, and watched as more of his come dribbled out of the swollen pink hole. He tried to ignore the fact that the sight was causing his own cock to rapidly fill and harden. It didn't help that Spencer's continuous moans and whimpers were echoing off the walls of the shower, as he rocked his hips slightly. Derek couldn't take it.
"Pretty Boy," he breathed as he pulled his fingers out and sidled up behind Spencer, pressing himself against Spencer's back and letting him feel the effect he was having on him.
"Yes, Derek," Spencer gasped as he thrust his ass back against him.
And then, without further ado, Derek was grasping Spencer's hips, pulling him back so that he was almost bent in half as his forearms supported him against the wall. Then he was sliding in.
Spencer squealed, shocked by the sudden feeling of fullness. But then he was pushing back, meeting Derek's firm thrusts. Derek's hand immediately shot down to grip Spencer's cock, which was already standing at attention, and he stroked him in time to the movement of his hips. His other hand squeezed Spencer's hip affectionately as the boy trembled beneath him.
Derek loved the sound of Spencer's whines as they bounced off the walls around him. The pounding sound of the water and the steam surrounding them making him feel like they were in their own little world. But Derek knew that neither one of them would last long. Spencer's cock was already rock-hard in his hand, and Derek couldn't fight the feeling of Spencer clenching and pulsing around him. Picking up his pace, he angled his hips, knowing already how to find the place that always reduced Spencer to a quivering mess. And as soon as he hit it, Spencer whined, bucking up into Derek's pumping fist, his walls clamping down around him. Three more hard thrusts and Spencer was crying out as he came, come splashing against the walls of the shower. Gritting his teeth, Derek continued to thrust until, soon, his climax was upon him, and with the last vestiges of his restraint, he pulled out, coming across Spencer's back.
Immediately, before either one of them could even catch their breaths, Derek spun Spencer around, pressing his back against the wall and devouring Spencer's lips. Spencer gasped and moaned, wrapping his arms around Derek's broad back, as the feeling of the older man's mouth made a mess of his already scrambled brain. And the only thing he could think was that the shower hadn't been such a bad idea.

They had stayed in the shower kissing and pretending to focus on getting clean, until the water started to get cool. Derek had had to drag a practically boneless Spencer out of the shower and, after struggling to dry him off, decided that they were going to have to just sleep in the nude. They had soon both tumbled into the bed, with Spencer on his side and Derek pressed up against his back. Spencer had fallen asleep almost immediately after Derek had slid his arms around his waist.
And as Derek started drifting off to sleep, fingers playing with the damp hairs sticking to Spencer's forehead, something pushed its way into his thoughts. Brows furrowing, he wondered idly if he should be concerned about the words he had heard Spencer utter earlier. Had Spencer really said he loved him? He knew people often unwittingly said things they didn't necessarily mean in the throes of orgasm. He could only imagine that that was what had happened to Spencer as well. It was nothing to worry about. It was nothing real. How could it be? This was all so new.
Pulling the sleeping boy close, Derek convinced himself that there was no way Spencer could have meant that. Absolutely no way.

A/N: That's all she wrote, folks! As always, please let me know your thoughts on the chapter! :D Although I didn't go into much detail re: Spencer and Derek's 'day out' (let's call it what it is: a date, lol), I actually had a lot of fun looking up 'things to do in D.C.' Now I want to visit D.C. in the winter D: haha. I also had fun writing the post-date shenanigans. These silly boys. Sexy boys, but silly nonetheless. I hope you enjoyed the sweetness (and gratuitous smuttiness ;3)! Because heavier things are coming in the next chapters.
Until then,
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