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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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Chapter 8
A/N: Thanks to everyone who took the time to drop me a line and tell me what you thought of the last chapter! I seem to have given a lot of you quite a significant amount of stress, haha. So, my apologies! But, It's always so very nice to hear from you guys, and I always appreciate it. As always, special shout out to my beta, A_WarriorZ_Haven!
Well, where we pick up is the 'aftermath' of Derek & Spencer's little spat. I'm not going to be too cruel to you guys, so I intend to give you loads of fan-service in this chapter. There's some warm and fluffies, some fun times with the BAU girls (:3), and then a bucket of smut.. A bucket of unapologetic, somewhat kinky (?), smut. The Author Regrets Nothing. Haha.
Anyway, please enjoy and let me know what you think!
xoxo

When Derek awoke the next morning, he felt like he hadn't slept at all. But, glancing at the glowing display of his alarm clock, he could see that it was already a little past 8:30a.m. Sighing, he was immediately reminded about the events that had transpired the night before and why, exactly, he felt so drained. Seeing Spencer that way—teary-eyed and heartbroken—had killed Derek. He had felt completely unsure of what to do, and that was something that happened so rarely to him. Derek was a man of action and purpose. He really hadn't felt 'helpless' since he was a kid. But helpless was exactly what he had felt when Spencer had walked away from.
As he had lain in his bed last night, following the conversation with Garcia, Derek had let his thoughts bounce around inside his over-taxed mind. He thought about what he wanted to say to Spencer. And he thought about what he should say to Spencer. And he even thought about whether or not Spencer would even give him the time of day and listen to anything he had to say. All those thoughts had caused Derek's stomach to twist and turn. He hadn't realized it at the beginning, but the fact that he could barely sleep all throughout the night made it clear to him that the anxiety he felt regarding whether or not Spencer would forgive him was what was causing him such distress. It was, really, the only thing that mattered.
Derek couldn't even really say he was annoyed anymore at Spencer's somewhat irrational reaction to having seen the text. Originally, Derek had felt like the victim. Why was it that Spencer felt like he could drop into his life all of a sudden—confuse the hell out of him—and then start demanding Derek 'answer' for people in his past? And when Spencer had stormed out without giving Derek a sliver of a chance to explain, all Derek could think was that the younger man was being immature. He had wanted to say those things, and more, to Spencer. But, when Spencer had accused Derek of using him, well, Derek had admittedly felt guilty. He knew that 'using' Spencer wasn't what he was doing, but what he was doing was purposefully leaving things undefined. And that had been dishonest of him. It made sense that Spencer was confused. And so Derek had been made to feel contrite, and instead of owning up to that, he had lashed out.
But, now, all he felt was remorse. Remorse for having said something that hurt Spencer. And remorse for having caused the boy to look at him like he had last night. As if Derek had slapped him in the face. Derek hadn't meant the things that he had said. And he needed Spencer to know that.
Sitting up with a sigh, Derek ran a weary hand over his face. As he pushed his legs over the edge of the bed, he tried to think of what he would do to convince Spencer to talk to him if the boy refused to come out of his room this morning. Frowning as he imagined that scenario, Derek got to his feet and walked into the bathroom. He quickly splashed cold water on his face and proceeded to brush his teeth. He probably could have really used a cup of strong coffee, but the gnawing feeling in his stomach made it pretty clear to him that he probably wouldn't be able to get anything down until he made things right with Spencer. First thing's first.
Drying his face with a towel, Derek turned away from the bathroom mirror and took a deep breath. Having calmed himself, he walked to his door and out into the hallway. Feeling as if he already knew what would happen, Derek tried the handle of Spencer's door and was surprised to find that the handle actually turned under his hand. It wasn't locked. Although grateful, Derek wasn't so conceited that he'd think Spencer left the door unlocked for him. The most-likely scenario was that Spencer had probably gotten up during the night and had forgotten to relock the door upon his return to his room. In any case, Derek was going to take advantage of the oversight. At least he wouldn't have to spend half the day sitting outside the door pleading with Spencer to open it.
Pushing the door open slowly, to make as little noise as possible, Derek peeked around the door and paused when his eyes landed on Spencer. The room was still mostly dark, with slivers of bright morning light peeking in through the curtains and falling on the bed. And Spencer was lying there, curled up on his side, looking small in the bed. Feeling a familiar pang of guilt upon seeing Spencer's furrowed brow and puffy eyes, Derek stepped further into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He watched the gentle rise and fall of Spencer's chest for a moment, and debated whether the younger man would appreciate him waking him up. But, Derek knew he couldn't wait. He didn't know what he would do if he had to stew in his own guilt for very much longer.
Reaching out, Derek gently shook Spencer's shoulder. Spencer let out a soft sound, something akin to a whimper, as he fidgeted under Derek's touch. Frowning, Derek shook him again, wondering if maybe he was having a nightmare. Even with the persistent jostling, Spencer continued to resist waking again, his brows furrowing in displeasure. But then, with one more shake from Derek, Spencer's eyes shot open and he looked up at Derek with wide eyes. For a moment, something like relief, or even happiness, flitted across his large, hazel eyes. But then, as if Spencer suddenly remembered what had transpired the night before, he flinched and shook Derek's hand off.
Derek didn't want to admit to himself how much that reaction had stung, but he also realized that he really wasn't owed anything but Spencer's contempt at the current moment. Derek pulled his hand back, which had been left awkwardly suspended after Spencer had shaken him off, and looked at the younger man apologetically.
"Hey, kid…" Derek began, as he forced a smile. "Think we can talk now?"
Spencer scooted up into a sitting position, back pressed against the pillows and headboard, and continued to stare at Derek with a look of distrust and confusion. As Derek studied the boy's features, he could only imagine Spencer was looking at him like that because he was still upset with him. But there was more to Spencer's look than just that.
In Spencer's mind, all he could think about was how he was surprised that Derek was even there at that moment. Spencer had had a rough night, going from white-hot anger, to an all-consuming achy, sense of hurt, and lastly settling on downright despair. It had been like an emotional rollercoaster. And when he had finally exhausted himself from crying enough to fall asleep, he had woken up in the middle of the night, haunted by yet another nightmare. When he had realized what had caused him to wake up so suddenly last night, he had cried tears of frustration. One reason was because he had thought he was done with those nightmares after having talked out his fears with Derek. But, the second reason was because of what he had dreamed.
The dream had started out quite familiarly—with Moore tying Spencer up and whispering to him all the things he would do to him in his underground prison It had been less terrifying this time because Spencer felt grounded in knowing the extent of what Moore could actually do to him. But, then the dream had shifted. It turned into another dream Spencer had had often. One in which he was being held and tortured, but at the last minute—before Moore could end his life—he heard the voices of the BAU bursting into the dark room and yelling for Moore to 'freeze.' Derek's voice had always been the one leading that charge. But, last night, for the first time ever, Spencer had dreamed about Derek not coming to rescue him. At the last moment—the moment where Spencer knew he could always look toward the door and see it splintering, as Derek kicked his way through, followed by Emily and JJ, and Agents Hotchner and Rossi—no one had come. Derek had left him. He had abandoned him to Moore. It was the first time where there wasn't a 'happy ending' to that dream. And Spencer had woken up thinking the reason why Derek hadn't saved him was because Derek didn't want him. Derek didn't care.
Shaking his head to rid it of those painful thoughts, Spencer brought his hands up to run them over his face, across his sleep-laden eyes, and through his tousled hair. He couldn't understand what Derek wanted. Hadn't he said all he needed to last night? Frowning at Derek, as he tried his best not to give in to the tears that started to prickle behind his eyes again, Spencer levelled a cold stare on the older man.
"How'd you get in here?" Spencer asked.
"You left the door unlocked," Derek responded simply.
"I know it's your house and all, but didn't you think it might have been a little presumptuous to just let yourself in?" Spencer asked, undisguised anger bleeding into his voice. But, Spencer was okay with that. He'd take anger any day over the tremble he knew would've been immediately obvious if he had given in to his feelings of hurt.
Derek let out a sound of frustration as he leaned over and flicked the bedside table lamp on. Spencer blinked in surprise as his eyes were suddenly accosted by the brighter light.
"Kid… I couldn't just let things lie the way they were. The way things ended last night… that… well, it should never have gone down that way. And I need to apologize. So, whether you want to hear me or not—whether you want to acknowledge me or not—I'm gonna say what I have to say," Derek said seriously.
Spencer crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to glare at him. But he remained silent, and Derek realized that this was all he would be getting from Spencer for the moment.
"Spencer… Listen to me very carefully: I would never 'use' you. What we've been doing… This was never about that. I wouldn't do that to you. Do you hear me? I wouldn't have done any of what we did together if I didn't care about you," Derek said as he tried to catch Spencer's eyes.
Spencer looked away, as he felt his face start to burn and his chest tighten.
"You can 'care' about me, and still not want anything to do with me. I know you're not some monster, Derek. I don't think you'd make a habit of stringing people along, but…" Spencer trailed off, afraid that his voice would break, giving away how emotionally vulnerable this conversation was making him.
"Spencer… I hope… I hope you don't really think I was 'stringing you along,'" Derek said, as his brows furrowed, and he felt that pang of remorse return. It hurt to think that Spencer thought that was what he had wanted from him. But more than anything, it hurt Derek to think that Spencer had been made to feel that way about himself.
"Well, you said it yourself. You… you can't be expected to 'change' in one week. You only do 'temporary.' And that…that's okay. I mean, if that was really what you wanted, I would've… I would've been okay with it," Spencer forced himself to say, as he tried to hold back his tears—tried to make himself believe the words he was saying. "I just… I wish you wouldn't have been so nice. You know? So I wouldn't have gotten my hopes up."
Derek looked at Spencer silently as he watched fat tears start to form in Spencer's eyes, and then, even though it was obvious the younger man was trying to fight them, the tears sprang free and began to roll down Spencer's red cheeks. Having had enough, Derek scooted closer to Spencer and enveloped him in his arms.
"Spencer, Spencer," Derek said in a soothing voice as he began to rub Spencer's back. "Why do you think that? Kid, I said I wouldn't use you. I would never want to do that to you. And don't say you would've been okay with that kind of a set up. It's obvious you wouldn't be. And you shouldn't have to be. Why do you seriously think that's what I want from you? That I would treat you that way?"
"Well, what am I supposed to think?" Spencer asked as he continued to sob, not even bothering to try to break out of Derek's strong embrace. "I… I told you I liked you. That I've liked you for more than half a year. And you… you never said anything back."
Derek froze, stunned by the trembling boy's words. Spencer was right. In the whirlwind of everything that had passed between them during the time Spencer had been in D.C., Derek had never fully acknowledged Spencer's feelings. He knew of them; that was for sure. And, oh, was he ever more aware of them now that Spencer had let the 'L-word' slip out on more than one occasion. And while Derek would never say he was anywhere near saying something like that (and he wasn't even quite sure Spencer had meant it when he had said it), he now knew he had made the mistake of thinking that Spencer would understand that Derek had feelings too. But, Spencer was new to this. Spencer was someone who needed reassurance and he needed validation. He needed to hear it, or he would always be uncertain.
"Look, Spencer, I like you, ok? I'm sorry if I wasn't clear. Of course I like you… Kid, I never would've let things with us get so… intimate if I didn't have feelings for you," Derek said as he felt Spencer's body go still in his arms, tense with anticipation. Spencer's head was still bowed, tucked against Derek's chest, but Derek knew he was listening.
"I felt that way back in Vegas, and I tried to fight against it. I hated that it got me so fucked up in the head that I felt like I could barely do my job because I was worrying about you all the time. And when I got back, all I could do was think about you. Every day, for weeks. It got to the point where one of my more obnoxiously astute colleagues even called me out on it. So, yeah, I have some pretty strong 'feelings.' And… Shit, I'm sorry for not admitting that to you before. I'm sorry that I left you so confused," Derek said softly.
Derek sighed as he pulled back from Spencer so he could see his face. Spencer was looking up at him with wide, wet eyes, as if he could barely believe the words he was hearing. Derek gave him a sad smile and wiped a few stray tears from Spencer's cheek with his thumb.
"Do you get what I'm saying, kid? Do you believe me?" Derek asked as he held Spencer's gaze.
Spencer nodded silently, unable to speak because if felt like his chest was going to burst. Derek could tell that what he had said had made Spencer happy. The kid was looking at him like there were stars floating around his head. But, Derek also knew that he had to give Spencer a dose of reality. Derek knew that he still had some things he needed to figure out before he took any big steps (or bigger steps) with Spencer. And Spencer might not necessarily like hearing that. But, Derek knew he had to continue to be honest—because being afraid to say the difficult things was what had gotten them here in the first place—and be prepared for whether or not Spencer would be frustrated with him after hearing what he had to say next.
Derek closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He rubbed Spencer's shoulders, before opening his eyes and looking at him seriously.
"But, Spencer… Whether or not that means that we can… that this can be a 'relationship'…I can't make any promise to you like that, ok? I… I wasn't prepared for this… for any of this to happen. It's like you just fell in my lap, and it brought back all the same feelings and issues I was struggling with back in Vegas. Yes, Spencer, I like you a lot. But, there're still lots of things I need to work out when it comes to what I think you need and what I can give you. And, I think you need to think about some things too. I don't want us to jump into anything too fast, just because we've been having such a good time together. The reason we got into it last night like we did is because we need to trust each other more, you know? And trust comes with time," Derek said.
Spencer looked at him with a mixture of uncertainty and hope. It was clear that Spencer wanted to believe him, but seemed hesitant to do so. He was probably afraid to get hurt again.
"I know it might be hard, but can you give me that, kid? A little more time? Trust that I care about you—that right now there's no one else but you—but give me time to figure out if I can be everything you want and need me to be, okay?" Derek asked.
Taking a deep breath, Spencer nodded as he felt tears coming to his eyes again. What Derek had said hadn't been a promise, per se, but it had been enough to assuage many of his concerns. Although it had been hard for Spencer to come right out and admit that he had felt insecure because Derek had never acknowledged his feelings toward him, it had made him happy to hear Derek finally speak so frankly about his own feelings. And, although Derek seemed anxious about the idea of having a 'relationship,' it sounded like he would give it some serious thought. Spencer had no guarantees about what that would mean for 'them,' or the outcome of their last few days together, but it helped Spencer believe that he wasn't an 'afterthought'—that he wasn't something Derek would just toss to the side when he grew tired of him.
Spencer knew that these fears weren't necessarily because of Derek. He hated that he projected on to Derek all the insecurities he had been carrying on his shoulders for the past few years. But Spencer had a hard time trusting people. He had learned to be wary; to protect his heart by not opening it up to anyone. And it was hard to shake such a deeply-ingrained mindset. What he was doing now, with Derek, was one of the most reckless and impulsive things he had ever done in his short life.
And Spencer was taking a huge gamble on Derek, hoping that the older man would prove him wrong—that some people really could be trusted. Spencer wanted to believe that Derek could help rewrite—maybe even erase—all the pain and darkness from his past. But, Spencer was starting to learn that with trust came the unavoidable risk of opening oneself up to the possibility of being hurt more. He had had a first-hand experience of that last night. But Spencer believed Derek when he said he cared about him—had deep feelings for him—and Spencer was going to try put his faith in the belief that Derek would never make him feel like that ever again.
"Kid, you gotta say something," Derek said, sounding concerned as he looked over Spencer's teary eyes.
"I'm fine, Derek. A-And I'm okay with that. I… I can try that. And… um… thank you for telling me how you feel," Spencer said as he finally gifted Derek with a smile, blushing prettily.
Derek let out a sigh of relief when he realized that Spencer wasn't upset anymore, and that he seemed to be amenable to giving Derek some time to get his thoughts in order.
"But… um… while you're 'figuring' things out, does that mean that we can't…well, 'you know' anymore?" Spencer asked with an even deeper blush.
Derek's eyebrows shot up and he couldn't contain his laugh.
"Well, no, we don't have to stop doing that," Derek said as he smiled. "And, you know what? You can just move all your stuff over into my room. I don't think you'll be needing to use this room any more for the rest of your stay, right?"
Spencer smiled and nodded his head, happy to know he'd be spending tonight sleeping in Derek's arms.

Following the morning's events, which had started out tense but ultimately ended on a positive note (to Derek's immense relief), Derek had decided it would be good for them to spend the day out of the house. He hadn't brought the topic back up with Spencer, but Derek still felt guilty about their fight and hoped to use their outing to continue to stay in the younger man's good graces. Although Spencer seemed satisfied with the way things had resolved earlier that morning, Derek still felt badly for having caused him to have been so upset last night. So, he resolved to do whatever he could to see Spencer's bright smile. And maybe it was also a way to push the images of a teary-eyed, distraught-looking Spencer out of his mind's eye.
They had started off the day with a huge breakfast at Derek's favorite downtown diner. Spencer helped himself to a short stack of pancakes topped with raspberries and peaches, alongside bacon, eggs and hash browns. He had enthusiastically taken advantage of the 'unlimited' coffee, and had grinned at Derek almost nonstop throughout their meal. Derek hadn't neglected the many opportunities to flirt and had loved it every time Spencer's face blossomed into a blush. At Spencer's request, they had then taken a stroll around the shops downtown, which consisted of a mix of chain and independently-owned stores. Derek discovered that Spencer had an affinity for old things and was touched by how he fawned over antiques. Derek had also had to sit through more than one lengthy explanation about the origin of a given item—he particularly remembered Spencer's ramble about the history of Faberge eggs—but, all in all, he found Spencer's excitement sweet.
On their way back home, they stopped into the Barnes & Noble when Spencer noted a poster advertising a book-signing by an author he liked. When they walked through the entrance, Spencer coincidentally ran into an old man he recognized who was on his way out. When he explained who the man was, Derek remembered Spencer telling him that he had met that man early on in his stay. When Spencer made the introductions between him and the elderly man—Leonard as Derek had learned was his name—Derek noted that Spencer blushed as he explained that Derek was a friend he was visiting. Derek politely shook Leonard's hand, although he thought it was strange that the man was looking back and forth between him and Spencer and smiling. And when Leonard finally left, he winked at Derek, which left Derek feeling completely confused. Chalking it up to the man being just as eccentric as Spencer could sometimes be, Derek had brushed the strange encounter off.
When they returned back to Derek's house, after a light lunch, they were both ready to collapse on the couch. Stepping through the doorway, Derek began pulling off his coat and scarf. As he hung them up on the hooks behind the door, he heard a distinct dinging from his phone and let out a sound of frustration.
"You've been doing that all day," Spencer noted with a laugh as he also hung up his coat.
Derek couldn't help but laugh back, but his smile seemed a bit tighter.
"Yeah," Derek admitted, with a drawn-out sigh, as he retrieved his phone from his pocket. "It's just that I think I already know what this text is going to say."
Spencer gave him a confused look as he toed off his Converses. Derek sighed again and slung an arm around Spencer's shoulder leading him into the living room and depositing him on the couch.
"So… I've been fielding texts from Prentiss left and right. She was able to wring it out of me that you're visiting. And, then she told JJ so… I kind of had to agree to dinner plans with them," Derek said as he rubbed his head sheepishly.
Spencer looked at him in surprise but there was a smile on his face.
"Really?" he asked excitedly. "I would love to see them. I didn't really get to properly thank anybody for what you all did for me."
Derek smiled at hearing that.
"Okay, great," he said. "I didn't think you'd actually be up for it, but if you are, they want to know if tonight's good. Well… actually, I don't think they're giving us much choice, but I figured I'd ask anyway."
Spencer laughed upon hearing that.
"Sure," he said. "Whether we had a choice or not, I'd still say yes."
Derek smiled back, poised to —finally—respond to Emily with an answer, but he then remembered something and his smile faltered slightly.
"Ah… but, there's going to be another person there that you haven't met before: my girl Garcia. She was the technical analyst helping us during the case. You two have never spoken, but she was very involved and she'd really like to meet you too," Derek said, hoping that Spencer wouldn't ask too many questions.
Derek had no idea when Garcia had had a chance to exchange 'intel' (as she liked to call it) with JJ and Emily, but apparently the BAU's resident 'Queen of All Knowledge' hadn't even needed a full 24 hours before she had been filled in on the plans. The first text of the day from Emily had specified dinner with only herself and JJ, but by the third text, Emily had thrown in 'Oh, and Garcia's coming too, but she says you probably shouldn't be surprised.' Obviously the team wasn't working on a case. If not for that, Derek had no idea how the girls had found the time to talk to each other about this. And harass him via text. Coupled with the six prior texts from Emily, he had received two texts from JJ (mostly concerned with what kind of restaurant Spencer would like) and one from Garcia (asking what Spencer's favorite color was). It had been somewhat exhausting.
"Your technical analyst wants to meet me?" Spencer asked, sounding a bit confused.
"Yeah," Derek said flushing a bit, and not wanting to tell the boy exactly why Garcia wanted to meet him.
"She's like my best friend," he offered as explanation instead.
Derek watched as Spencer's eyes widened and his cheeks reddened slightly.
"Oh… okay. W-well sure, that'd be fine too," Spencer murmured.
Derek wondered to himself why Spencer seemed so shy all of a sudden.
What was going through Spencer's mind, however, was that he was being introduced to someone from Derek's 'life.' Granted, she was a coworker, and had technically been working on the case when they were in Vegas, but it just felt nice that he was being introduced to someone Derek considered his 'best friend.' It made something squeeze pleasantly inside Spencer's chest. But, he was also nervous. What if she didn't like him? Or didn't think he was good enough for Derek? Spencer knew that there was no way he was being introduced as someone… 'special' to Derek, this early on, but it still made him feel good that he could meet other people in Derek's life. It made this… whatever 'this' was that they were doing, feel more real.
Derek was looking at him with concern and Spencer gave him a small smile to reassure him.
"Really, I'm excited to go. Don't worry about me," Spencer said.
"Okay, kid. But if you want to back out last minute, just let me know," Derek said.
"It kind of sounds like you want an excuse to back out," Spencer said, teasingly.
Derek shook his head and laughed.
"You got me there. I love those girls, but I don't necessarily want to spend a whole night with them picking on me. I'd rather let you do that," he said with a grin.
Spencer rolled his eyes.
"I'm not going to enable you in hiding from your friends," Spencer said.
"Kid, believe me, you might think they're sweet now, but when they get their claws in you, you better watch out. Those girls can be vicious," Derek teased.
"Well maybe you give them reasons to be that way," Spencer said back, a teasing glint in his eye. "I'm sure I won't run into any of that kind of trouble."
"Oh, we'll see, kid, we'll see. You might be eating those words when 7:00 rolls around," Derek said with a wink.

It was minutes to seven when Derek and Spencer arrived at the agreed-upon address. Almost immediately after they walked through the doors of the chic restaurant, they were descended upon by two blondes and a brunette. Spencer could barely get a word in edgewise as JJ and Emily started to usher him towards the table, while exclaiming how happy they were to see him. As Spencer glanced over his shoulder to make sure Derek was still with them, it didn't go unnoticed by him how the curvy, bespectacled blonde in impressive heels linked her arm through Derek's and leaned in close as she started to walk with them. But before Spencer could think too much about it, he was being pulled into a booth with JJ and Emily on either side of him. Across from them, Derek, and, who Spencer could only imagine was 'Garcia,' slid into the opposite side of the booth.
There was a bustle of commotion as further greetings and introductions were exchanged. The only people who didn't know each other were Spencer and Garcia, and when the bubbly blonde reached across the table to shake his hand after saying 'But feel free to call me Pen, Penny, or Goddess of All Things Knowable,' Spencer had felt at a loss for what to say. Seeing that he was flabbergasted, Garcia happily hummed to herself as she reached into her brightly colored purse and pulled out a small purple teddy bear, with a silver ribbon tied into a bow on its neck. The three women at the table had exclaimed to themselves how coincidental it was that the bear was dressed in almost the same colors as Spencer—who was wearing a dark plum button-down and silver tie. Garcia had then smiled and winked at him as he accepted the gift, while saying, 'Welcome to the BAU family, young sir!' Spencer had blushed and stuttered out a surprised 'Thank you.'
Soon after that, the waitress came and handed out the menus as she described the specials. Drinks and appetizers were ordered and once the waitress came back with them, conversation picked up at the table.
"So, Spencer, you've been here for a couple of days already without us knowing," Emily said as she threw a pointed, albeit playful, look in Derek's direction. "What've you been up to so far?"
Spencer looked up from his glass of water to see that Garcia was practically leaning on Derek's shoulder, as Derek nodded along to whatever she was saying as he sipped on his wine. That had been what the atmosphere had been like for the past fifteen minutes or so. JJ and Emily had been absorbed with talking to Spencer and getting updates on his new life, while Garcia and Derek had been across the table playfully whispering in each other's ears.
Spencer felt a tick of annoyance. He didn't know if it was merely because it seemed like Garcia and Derek were in their own little world, tuning out the rest of the conversation. Or, if it was because Garcia was just so damn close. Whatever it was, it bugged him. So Spencer decided to give Derek a little reason to pay him more attention.
"Oh, well… You, know. The usual. Seeing the sights of the city, eating good food, and...doing a lot of different things for the first time," Spencer said, innocently.
Spencer was pleased as he saw Derek flinch and choke on the sip he had just taken, as the man's dark eyes flashed up to give Spencer a warning look. Apparently Derek had been paying the conversation more attention than Spencer had first thought. And as Derek began to cough, Emily and JJ worriedly asked him if he was ok, as Spencer was forced to drop his eyes back down to the table to stop himself from laughing. But then a question from across the table caused Spencer to stiffen.
"Oh, is that so? Things like what?" Garcia asked, in an equally innocent-sounding voice.
And when Spencer looked up at her, she was giving him what seemed to be a mischievous look, red lips spread wide in a smirk, as she played with her straw. Spencer immediately felt his face heat up. It was like Garcia was looking at him like she knew exactly what he had been saying when he had been trying to tease Derek. But, there's no way she could know that, right? They had talked about it before they left for dinner, and Derek had said he wasn't going to tell his coworkers about their relationship at the moment. And, besides, even if he had (which, he wouldn't, Spencer told himself), why would he tell her that?
Feeling JJ and Emily looking at him with interest, now that Derek's coughs had died down, Spencer felt even his ears start to burn under all the attention.
"Um… well, I tried ice-skating. I'd never done that before," Spencer muttered as he looked down at his napkin.
That seemed to get JJ and Emily excited again, as they started to coo over how much they wished they had had a chance to see that. Emily started to ask Derek what rink he had taken Spencer to, and JJ started to tell Spencer about how she used to skate, somewhat competitively, back in her hometown during the winters when soccer-season was over. Listening somewhat distractedly, Spencer chanced looking up to see if Garcia was still looking at him and he had to force himself not to react when he saw that she was.
Garcia's brown eyes were still focused on him, twinkling behind her glasses, as she smiled at him. The smile was kind. Not teasing, or mocking, in any way. Spencer didn't quite know what to make of it. He could tell that Garcia was a boisterous, warm-hearted person. But he also could tell that she knew things about Derek that Spencer just didn't. They had a level of closeness that Spencer wondered if he would ever have with the older man. But Spencer told himself that, just like Derek said, those things would take time.
Dropping his eyes back down, Spencer tried to pay attention to what JJ and Emily were saying to him. Suddenly, he felt a soft caress against his shin that felt like it came from directly across from him, and he looked up quickly, surprised. His eyes met with Derek's twinkling dark brown ones as Derek smiled at him and winked covertly. Spencer flushed and gave a shy smile back, feeling the tension drain from his body. Derek always seemed to be able to make him relax.
The food came quickly after that, and Spencer found himself settling comfortably into the ease of the company around him and the pleasant atmosphere. It felt nice to be out with these people, surrounded by big smiles, warm eyes and lots of laughter. He was more convinced than ever that he had made the right choice by deciding to take a leap of faith and visit Derek. Everything was falling into place, and Spencer couldn't be happier.

When they returned from dinner, Spencer was stretching tiredly. The dinner had been nice and he had been happy to see the girls (and to meet Derek's eccentric friend 'Penelope,'), but all the talking had been somewhat exhausting. Spencer had always been quiet and kept to himself. Even with having returned back to college, he had few people he actually talked to. Unlike someone who was entering as a freshman, he had come in just to finish up a degree and thus it was even more unlikely to meet people at this stage. So he tended to spend most of his time on his own, studying.
Being with Derek now—and sharing his day-to-day experiences with him—was refreshing, and it didn't feel stifling. While he really liked the girls, he didn't quite know how to navigate their excited, and often rapid-paced, conversations. On more than one occasion during the dinner, one of the women would say something and the other two would start speaking excitedly, going off on a tangent that Spencer just couldn't follow. But those moments were also nice because, once the girls were distracted, Spencer would feel Derek take his hand under the table, and they would hold hands like that, reveling in their little secret.
As Spencer followed Derek up the stairs to the bedroom, he blushed and smiled to himself as he remembered back to those clandestine moments in the restaurant. It was shocking to him how Derek could be an imposing, alpha-male type at the same time that he could just be downright sweet and attentive. And whenever Derek's warm eyes landed on him, it always made Spencer's stomach do flips. Lost in his thoughts, Spencer followed Derek into the room. Smiling to himself, he looked at his bag tucked in the corner. Derek had helped him move it over earlier in the afternoon, and Spencer couldn't quite put his finger on why it made him so happy to see it there.
Shaking his head to clear it of the silly thoughts, Spencer leaned down and began to rifle through his suitcase to find some comfortable clothes to change in to as he vaguely heard the sound of Derek stepping into the bathroom behind him. On the drive home, Derek had suggested they relax in front of the TV and watch a movie. Spencer had wholeheartedly agreed, realizing he could use some quiet time after feeling like his senses had been overloaded by the excited, yet well-meaning, ladies they had spent the evening with. Pulling out some lounge pants and a t-shirt, Spencer got back to his feet and began changing his clothes.
He wasn't aware of it when Derek stepped back out of the bathroom, nor was he aware of how Derek was watching him appreciatively as he began to disrobe. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, and behind the unaware boy, Derek grinned to himself as Spencer undid the buckle on his belt and slipped off his slacks. He bit his lip as Spencer bent over, watching the fabric of his tight black boxer-briefs stretch over his plump rear-end. His eyes trailed down from the enticing curves to Spencer's long, creamy legs, reminding him of how wonderful it felt to have those limbs wrapped around him. Even though they had been making love relatively frequently over the last couple of days, Derek knew Spencer was still very shy and generally didn't want too much attention on his naked body. So it was a pleasant change of pace for Derek to watch Spencer with his guard down and he found it extremely sexy.
Pausing briefly as he straightened up, and feeling eyes on him, Spencer glanced at Derek over his shoulder and could see the older man staring appreciatively at his ass He flushed slightly, but couldn't help but feel simultaneously flattered.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Spencer suggested with a raised eyebrow, causing Derek to glance up. The older man gave him a Cheshire Cat-like smile. He obviously didn't care that he had been caught.
"Well, I've always been one to appreciate fine art when I see it," Derek said with a purr causing Spencer's blush to darken.
"Stop being stupid," he said, brushing off the obvious flattery as he turned back around and started to loosen his tie.
"I'm not," Derek said as he got to his feet and came up behind Spencer, molding his body to the younger man's back.
"Seeing you like this reminds me of all those times I watched you in the club with those tiny scraps of clothing and all the dirty thoughts I had in my head," Derek said, running his hands down Spencer's front.
Spencer eyes widened in surprise at Derek's words and he turned to look at him over his shoulder.
"Really?" he asked softly, eyes showing his obvious disbelief.
"Of course," Derek breathed as he placed a kiss against Spencer's neck, causing the boy to sigh softly.
"I was always jealous that other people got to see you like that. I always kind of wondered how you'd look… you know, dancing," Derek admitted.
He felt Spencer stiffen in his arms, and he immediately wanted to kick himself for bringing up anything having to do with Mon Petit Chien. It wasn't like Spencer had liked what he had had to do while he was working there, and reminding him about that part of his life was probably painful and humiliating.
"Um… you wanted me to d-dance for you?" Spencer asked, eyes averted.
"Kid," Derek said as he stepped around to Spencer's front, to get a better look at him. "That was stupid of me. I'm sorry if I said something that made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to bring up anything bad…"
But just Spencer looked at him with a perplexed expression.
"But... you didn't bring up anything 'bad.' I'm just, um… kind of surprised. I didn't really think you liked anything about that… part of me," he said shyly.
Derek's eyes widened.
"I… I wouldn't mind dancing if, you know… that's something you'd like…" Spencer said.
"But… you hated the club so much," Derek said, a bit breathlessly. He wanted Spencer to be comfortable—that was always going to be his first priority—but he couldn't ignore the fact that he was starting to get turned on by where this conversation was heading.
Spencer rubbed his arm as he looked down at his feet, cheeks slightly pink.
"Um, it's true I hated it at the club but… it's ok to do it for you. It'd be different if I was doing it for a bunch of strangers. But I wouldn't feel bad putting on a 'show' just for you since… I only belong to you," Spencer said glancing up through his eyelashes.
Derek almost groaned as he felt a jolt of arousal rocket down to his groin. He couldn't believe he was going to get a private show… And hearing Spencer say that he belonged to him? Well, it was almost like that had triggered something primal within him.
"O-okay," Derek stuttered, feeling his mouth had gone dry. "That's great, Spencer. So good."
Spencer looked at him and laughed shyly.
"You're really excited, huh?" he said as he glanced down quickly to the front of Derek's pants.
Derek laughed.
"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been thinking about this for a long time," Derek said with a wink.
Spencer blushed.
"Well, you could've told me sooner," Spencer said, pouting.
"I think I would've felt like a creep if I had asked you any sooner. But it's good to know it doesn't make you uncomfortable," Derek said as he leaned in for a quick peck against Spencer's lips.
Spencer could only sigh in response at Derek's train of thought. It was sweet that Derek was that concerned for him, but he didn't have to be. Derek always told Spencer to ask for what he wanted, and Spencer wished Derek would take his own advice too.
"Ok… well, you wanna do it now?" Spencer asked as he glanced around the bedroom.
"Kid, I kinda don't think I could wait for another time," Derek said as he reached behind Spencer and grabbed at his ass.
Spencer blushed and his jaw dropped in surprise.
"Ugh! Don't do that when I'm dancing," he warned in a playful voice.
"No promises, baby," Derek said with a grin.
"Well, just as a disclaimer, I'm not sure how exciting it'll be for you… you know, I don't have those types of clothes or anything like that anymore," Spencer said with a slight frown.
"You think I got this hot and bothered thinking about that stuff? You're already doing it for me just in what you're wearing right now. This is what I want to see," Derek said seductively, as he let his hands trail teasingly over Spencer's hips and down the naked skin of his thighs.
Spencer blushed hotly and pushed his hands against Derek's chest, the older man's proximity making him a bit giddy.
"Fine, fine. I need to set up, so… just wait for me in the living room, ok?" Spencer asked.
Derek grinned at him and winked.
"My pleasure, Pretty Boy," he said as he made his way to the door, throwing another wink at Spencer over his shoulder.
Once the door closed behind him, Spencer shook his head fondly, smiling to himself. He was happy he could do something for Derek, and he was starting to get a little excited himself.

Fifteen minutes later, Derek's ears perked up as he heard the bedroom door creak open.
"O-ok!" Spencer's voice traveled down from upstairs. "You can come up!"
Derek almost shot to his feet, dropping the sports magazine he had been thumbing through, and hurried up the stairs to his room.
When Derek got to the door, he could see that the bright lights had been turned off in exchange for soft lamplight. Stepping through the doorway, his eyes fell on Spencer who was standing in the middle of the room, at the foot of the bed. He was still wearing what Derek had left him in—his dark-plum button down shirt, with a silver tie and his black boxer-briefs. The only difference was that he had straightened the tie and removed his mismatched socks. Derek couldn't help but appreciate the contrast of Spencer's completely clothed, and proper-looking, top half against the nakedness of his bottom half. He loved Spencer's long and toned legs. He also liked that Spencer's shirt was long enough to almost completely cover his bottom, so that he was teased by glimpses of the swell of Spencer's plump rear-end as the boy walked.
Derek grinned at Spencer, showing his clear appreciation.
Saying nothing else, but with an obvious tinge of color to his cheeks, Spencer took Derek by his hands and pulled him into the room, guiding him until he was sitting on the chair Spencer had positioned in front of the bed. Giving Derek one last shy look, Spencer walked over to Derek's sound system, where his iPod was docked, and began fidgeting with the device. Derek's ears perked up when he heard the chords to a familiar song start to play. 'Often,' by the Weeknd, he thought to himself as an excited grin spread across his lips. Obviously, he knew and appreciated the song. It was selected from his playlist.
Derek watched with fascination as the lilting and undulating tones, followed by a chorus of 'Ooh yeah's started to play and Spencer stood with his back still facing him. Slowly, however, Spencer started to rock his hips, and Derek could not pull his eyes away from the sway of the boy's round bottom. Spencer then turned, and Derek's breath caught in his throat as he saw the half-lidded eyes and seductively parted lips. Spencer looked like he was in the zone. And Derek could only lick his lips in anticipation as Spencer slowly walked towards him, each step and roll of his hips perfectly in time with the deep bass beats of the song.
As the chorus started and Spencer reached him, he leaned down, grabbing Derek's hands and lifting them until they were positioned on his waist, letting Derek hold on as he swayed to the sultry beat. He then placed his hands on Derek's shoulders and smoothly slid himself into his lap, placing his knees on either side of Derek's thighs and sitting up. Derek groaned as Spencer threw his head back and began to dance atop him, bottom only inches from his lap but not close enough to touch, and his hands tightened on the boy's narrow hips. Feeling the man's tight grip, Spencer smirked at him slyly and then leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against Derek's. When Derek tried to lean forward to capture Spencer's lips, the boy pulled back, opting instead to drop down into Derek's lap, grinding his bottom hard against Derek's already obvious erection. Derek hissed in appreciation, his head already cloudy from the sultry music and the tempting body in his arms.
Teasing him again, Spencer pushed himself back until he was sitting on Derek's thighs. He brought his slender fingers up to the knot of his silver tie and began to undo it as he continued to grind himself against Derek. From the flushed look on Spencer's face and the way the boy was rubbing against his thigh, Derek could tell that Spencer was already getting off on this, even though he was denying the same to Derek. It seemed like Spencer's form of a strip-tease included playing a game of keep-away. Derek's eyes watched carefully as Spencer slipped the tie off and, reached up, placing it around Derek's neck. As Spencer tugged on the tie around Derek's neck, while nibbling on his bottom lip and giving Derek a playful look, Derek almost growled at him. But when Derek tried to reach out and touch Spencer, the boy was already pulling back, a coy smile on his lips.
Still swaying his hips to the beat, Spencer slid himself off of Derek's lap. He then turned around, so that his back was facing Derek, and began rubbing his hands up his sides and chest, pulling his shirt up slightly and teasing Derek with the small strip of skin that was revealed above the waistband of his briefs. Spencer then slowly backed up, placing his hands on Derek's knees, pushing them apart. He then slid himself between Derek's legs, pushing his ass out and grinding his bottom up against the front of Derek's pants, feeling the man's hard cock pressing against him. Spencer couldn't help but let out a moan in response as he brought his hands up and locked them behind Derek's neck as he continued to sway, grinding himself against the older man.
Derek's hands shot out to Spencer's hips, to hold the boy's firm ass against him, giving him the much needed contact he had been denied.
"Oh God, Pretty Boy," Derek breathed into Spencer's ear.
But then Spencer was pulling away again, and Derek almost wanted to grab on to him and tell him to STOP teasing. He felt like he was going to go insane if he couldn't touch him. But he remembered he had asked for a show—and, oh, what a show it was. It was so arousing to watch Spencer seem so in control of his sexuality. The way he was moving gave off an air of confidence and boldness that Derek wasn't used to seeing in the younger man. And Spencer seemed to be enjoying it as well, as evidenced by the tenting in the front of his briefs. So Derek forced himself to be patient. But he hoped Spencer was prepared for what he was going to do to him once this little show was over.
With the deep beats of the music pulsing through the room, Derek almost growled as he watched Spencer dance in front of him, about a foot out of his reach, with his eyes closed and tossing his head sensually from side to side. He licked his lips as Spencer ran his palms up his chest and began to unbutton his dark-purple shirt. Slowly, slowly, being led by the music, Spencer undid each button, revealing more and more of his creamy chest to Derek's eyes. And once he reached his belly-button, having completed all the buttons, Spencer slowly slid the shirt off, one shoulder at a time, fingers trailing teasingly over the exposed skin. Spencer sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as his nails dragged over his nipples, and Derek found himself fisting his hands in the fabric of his trousers to hold himself back from just getting up and grabbing the boy.
Tossing the bundled-up shirt on to the bed, Spencer stalked towards Derek again. But Derek was surprised when the boy dropped to his knees, hands on Derek's thighs as he rocked his body between his legs for a moment. He was looking up at Derek through his eyelashes, face so close to his straining erection that Derek just wanted to grab Spencer's hair and pull his zipper down. But when he reached out to stroke Spencer's face, the boy licked his lips and smirked at him before pulling away.
All Derek could do was watch, with a tortured expression on his face, as Spencer backed away on his knees. He then sucked in a breath of shock as Spencer turned over on to his hands and knees, placing his elbows down and arching his back deliciously so that his thighs were spread and his plump bottom was high in the air. Timing his movements to the song's heavy beats, Spencer flexed his hips to the left and right, firm globes jiggling beneath the tight fabric of his briefs. As the chorus echoed the words 'Often, Often, Girl, I do this Often,' and Spencer began thrusting his hips quicker, Derek could just imagine himself behind the boy, fucking him.
Feeling at his limit, Derek ran his hand down the front of his pants and quickly unzipped, palming his cock through his underwear. Hearing the sound of the zipper, Spencer glanced over his shoulder. He held his bottom lip between his teeth and, then, as he swiveled his hips, he released it, licking his lips as he looked seductively at Derek. He was rewarded with a long groan from the older man. And turning so that Derek couldn't see him smiling, Spencer pushed himself up to a kneeling position, sitting with his thighs wide apart and his hands positioned on his knees. He arched, popping his back with each down-beat. He knew Derek liked his ass and he intended to make the man appreciate it even more.
As the song trailed off with the last refrain of "ooh yeah," and Spencer practically grinding against the floor, Derek had had enough.
"Come here, Pretty Boy," he said, voice sounding gruff, even to his own ears. "Now."
Spencer looked at Derek over his shoulder and his heart pounded within his chest, seeing the smoldering look Derek was giving him. Derek's eyes were so dark with lust he looked like an animal. Licking his lips, Spencer turned on his knees and began crawling to Derek.
When he reached Derek's thighs, he placed his hands on the man's knees, intending to rise to his feet, but Derek grabbed the wrist of the hand that was poised on his right knee. And Spencer watched with hooded eyes as, with his free hand, Derek reached into his open trousers and pulled out his cock.
Spencer couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips, and trembled as he felt Derek's thighs tensing underneath his hands in response to the sounds he was making. He licked his lips, and Derek groaned, pumping his cock a few times.
"You know what to do, Pretty Boy," Derek breathed.
Not needing to be told twice, Spencer immediately leaned forward, pressing his lips to the flushed head of Derek's cock in a soft kiss. Derek's hiss of pleasure was like music to Spencer's ears, and he smiled as he let his tongue peek out from between his lips, lightly teasing the tip of Derek's cock. Derek groaned loudly in appreciation, and then Spencer was opening his mouth, wide, as he let the thick flesh slide into his mouth. Words of praise spilled copiously from Derek's lips as he ran his hand through Spencer's soft, wavy hair watching with heavy-lidded eyes as Spencer sucked and licked at him like his life depended on it. And when Derek felt himself bump into the back of Spencer's throat, he couldn't help the reflexive jerk of his hips, wanting to bury himself into that tight, tight heat. Spencer pulled back slightly, moaning around the fullness in his mouth, and placed his hands on Derek's hips to steady him.
But, before he could envelope Derek in his mouth again, Spencer felt Derek's hand in his hair, pulling him back and off his cock.
"Get on the bed," Derek said, voice gruff and deep.
Spencer blinked up at him, wincing slightly at the tight hold in his hair, but feeling thrilled by it all the same. His heart was hammering against his chest and he felt like he could hear his blood rushing in his ears. He was so hard that he could barely think straight, so all he could do was nod in assent to Derek's instructions as he scrambled to his feet, knees feeling weak with anticipation.
Spencer stumbled as he crossed the short distance to the bed and as he let himself fall back on to the covers, he watched with hooded eyes as Derek stood from the chair, hands making quick work of his dress-shirt. He was then kicking off his pants and his underwear, and soon, Spencer was staring up at Derek in all his naked, finely-sculpted glory. Spencer's eyes unabashedly trailed down to the impressive length standing proudly between Derek's legs and he let out a whimper of anticipation.
"On your stomach," Derek said, as he climbed on the bed.
Spencer quickly rolled himself over and he felt Derek's hands on his hips, pulling him on to his hands and knees, almost immediately. And within seconds, Spencer's underwear was being tugged down and Derek was telling him to spread his legs. Spencer did so, restricted slightly by the underwear bunched around his knees, and let out a gasp when he felt Derek spread his cheeks. He heard the sound of something being squeezed out of a bottle, and didn't have much time to wonder about when Derek had retrieved the lube, before he felt slick fingers pressing up against his hole.
Spencer let out a gasp as he felt Derek's thick finger push smoothly inside of him, hard and deep. He moaned, pushing back against it, as Derek quickly began working him open.
"More?" Derek asked, voice close to Spencer's ear. And all Spencer could do was nod enthusiastically.
Derek chuckled, a low, deep sound that tickled the skin of Spencer's ear, before he pushed two fingers deep inside of him. As if Derek had memorized his body, his fingers teasingly brushed against the spot inside that made Spencer see stars. And then, just like that, Spencer was down on his elbows, trying to press his face into the pillows in an attempt to mask his cries. He was embarrassed by the needy sounds that were coming from his mouth, but he couldn't do anything to stop them.
Then Spencer felt Derek's hand running through his hair and he let out a small gasp as the grip on his locks tightened and his head was pulled up from the pillow.
"What'd I tell you about letting me hear you?" Derek asked, before letting go of his hair, the smirk evident in his voice even though Spencer couldn't see him.
Spencer let out a whine of protest, and Derek 'tsk'ed' as he slowly pulled his fingers from Spencer's clenching hole.
"I guess you'll have to learn, huh, Pretty Boy?" Derek asked.
"Come on, Derek," Spencer gasped out, hating the feeling of being left empty and wanting. "Just give it to me!"
"Alright, since you're asking for it," Derek said, chuckling. "Better hold on Pretty Boy."
And hold on Spencer did, as Derek proceeded to push in, in one long, hard thrust, filling him up completely.
"Shit," Spencer hissed, as his hands fisted in the sheets beneath him. Derek was going so deep.
Derek almost groaned as he held on tight to Spencer's hips and began to set a rough, fast pace. Moaning loudly, Spencer trembled beneath Derek's hands. This was the first time Derek had been so passionate; so… rough. Spencer felt a mix of apprehension and excitement, and it was sending blood rushing to his cock and causing his heart to hammer in his chest, making him dizzy. And then Derek hit that spot inside of him and Spencer groaned loudly, only for Derek to slam against it again.
"Oh my God! Oh God!" Spencer wailed into the pillow.
And as if wanting to hear more of Spencer's praise, Derek continued to hit that spot with such precision, and such force, that it was turning Spencer's mind to mush.
"You like that?" Derek asked, voice breathy with his exertion.
But instead of answering, Spencer pressed his face back into the pillow, trying to keep quiet. He could feel that he was almost on the edge of coming, and he was trying his best to hold on. Derek had never made him come this fast, but with his almost brutal pace and battering of his prostate, Spencer knew he would be done-for within a matter of minutes.
Then Derek grabbed his hair, pulling tightly, lifting his head up off the pillow again, and Spencer let out a throaty moan. The tension on his hair was slightly painful, but also arousing, sending little jolts of electricity down his spine that spread out like warm tremors along his body. It added to the onslaught of stimuli and Spencer couldn't help reaching down between his legs to stroke at his painfully-hard cock.
Derek felt Spencer's insides clamp down on him as soon as he fisted his hand in the boy's wavy brown locks, and he let out a groan of appreciation. Apparently somebody liked getting their hair pulled.
"Mmm, you like that Pretty Boy?" he asked, breathlessly, as he picked up the pace.
Derek had loved Spencer's reaction to the rough fucking, but his breathy moans and whimpers, the way his body flushed and trembled beneath him, and the clenching of the tight heat clamped down around him had Derek close to the edge as well.
Giving in to what his body wanted, with one hand still gripping Spencer's hair and the other taking a firm hold of the plump flesh of Spencer's backside, Derek continued to pump into him with long, deep strokes, angling his thrusts to hit Spencer just where he knew the boy wanted it. Spencer was almost unintelligible by that point, but Derek could tell by the gaspy breaths and deep moans, along with the vice-like tightness as Spencer's body convulsed around him, the exact moment that Spencer had come. Derek tried to fight against his body's need to climax as well, but Spencer's body was like some sweetly-calling Siren, and with one more thrust, and a loud grunt, Derek was spilling himself inside of Spencer.
Derek collapsed on top of him, sweaty bodies sliding atop the other. He allowed himself three deep breaths to get his breathing back on track before he forced himself to pull out and roll off of Spencer. Spencer moaned slightly as he forced himself to turn over on to his back. Both men's panted-breaths filled the quiet room.
"Kid... you ok?" Derek asked, voice still sounding slightly winded.
Derek glanced over to Spencer when he heard no response. Spencer was lying next to him, chest still rapidly rising and falling, as he stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes. Spencer had barely processed Derek's words. All he could think about was that he had never come that hard before and it literally felt like his mind had been blown. He was having trouble forming words.
"Spencer?" Derek asked as he rolled to his side and pushed himself up on to his elbow.
Looking down at Spencer, hair sticking to his sweaty, flushed face, he couldn't tell if the boy was satisfied or in shock.
"You… good?" Derek asked as he rubbed Spencer's shoulder gently, starting to feel a bit concerned.
Spencer finally got his bearings about him and turned his head in Derek's direction, giving him a wide, lazy-eyed smile. His breathing was still rapid, but he tried his best to formulate a logical sentence.
"I... whoa. I can't even… Just…. Wow," Spencer said, cheeks glowing with a blush.
Derek chuckled as he flopped back down to the mattress and threw an arm around Spencer, dragging the sweaty boy over to him until he was nestled against his chest.
"Well, that's a rave review if I ever heard one," Derek said.
Spencer laughed a bit as he nudged Derek's shoulder.
"No one likes a narcissist," Spencer teased.
"Well, it's a rave review for you too, Pretty Boy," Derek said as he rolled over and began to lick and nibble at Spencer's ear. "Seeing you like that… dancing for me, mmm, I almost couldn't control myself."
"Ah," Spencer moaned softly at Derek's attentions.
"Th-that's what you call 'control'?" he managed to ask.
He shivered as he heard Derek's throaty chuckle in his ear.
"Watch it, before I have to give you another example of what you do to me," Derek murmured into his ear, as his hand began to stroke up and down the heated skin of Spencer's side.
Spencer felt warmth pooling in his stomach at Derek's promising words.
"Sounds good, but how about a little nap first, huh?" he asked, with a laugh.

A/N: Hope you guys liked that! This chapter was… well, a lot of things. Derek and Spencer still have some things to sort out, but I feel like they're in a somewhat better place than they were at the beginning of the story. At least the boys are 'talking.' As for the smut (or the prelude to the smut, I guess), I usually steer very far away from writing something like this, but seeing as how in Version 1.0 Spencer was a 'dancer' but never once danced, I figured it'd be nice to pay homage to those 'skills' in a way that Spencer could enjoy (and not in a way that made him feel icky). With that said, it was a lot harder to write that strip-tease scene than I imagined. It was fun all in all and I think it came out rather sexy ;p. But please do let me know your thoughts!
Also, sorry for the lengthy time between updates. However, I have been a busy bee in the meantime, so I can now tell you all that I have officially finished the story (aka all the chapters are written)! They are currently with my beta for review, but I predict that updates will come a lot faster now :). Fingers crossed!
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