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

Finally finding Reid, Morgan stops his truck next to him. “Get in, Reid. We need to talk.”
Spencer yelps in surprise. He shakes his head before responding, his voice strong and firm despite his obviously tear-stained face, “No, we don’t. I’m transferring. You won’t ever have to see me anymore.” Reid voice abruptly loses its steadiness. “We never h-have to talk a-about it,” he stutters haltingly.
“Get in the truck,” Morgan demands through clenched teeth, his tone adamant and the emotions running just under the surface are barely contained. He can’t even look at him because it breaks his heart to see Spencer look utterly crushed. Derek wants to wrap his arms around him and never let him go. But he can’t, not yet. Not until they talk.
Reid hesitates.
“Get in the fucking truck!” His fear at losing his best friend, the man he just realized he loves, breaks self-control. Morgan is panicking. He can’t lose him, can’t let him go. He just can’t because now that Derek knows, losing him would mean losing part of his very soul. He simply can’t bear to live without him.
Spencer grudgingly complies, a bit astounded by Derek’s lack of composure.
Morgan drives to his house, as it is closer than Spencer’s apartment. Neither man says a word the whole trip. And the silence hangs heavy in the air, filled with tension. Reid is fidgeting with uncertainty and dread, and Derek is flexing his fingers and jaw with ever increasing desperation and fear.
“Get in the house,” Morgan demands. His voice leaves no option but to obey.
Slightly afraid at the intense vibes coming off Morgan’s body, as if he is close to snapping. Spencer has seen him lose it before and it is a scary sight. Reid reluctantly goes into the house.
Spencer knows how much Derek can hurt him, emotionally. More anyone else ever has. More than Gideon, more than his father. And he is so afraid…afraid that he’ll reject him. Terrified that Derek will shatter his heart into a million tiny pieces and he will never be whole again. Reid doesn’t know how he’ll survive if the only person he has ever loved looks him in the eye and tells him he doesn’t feel the same or worse look at him with pity, that Spencer could ever possibly think that a man like Derek would ever look at him, that Spencer could ever be good enough to catch a man like Derek.
A brown and white Staffordshire Terrier stands in the doorway of Morgan’s house, his mouth open wide in a happy grin. Clooney greets the two familiar men at the door, furiously wiggling his body with unrepentant joy. The supposed ‘Reid Effect’ never happened with Clooney. Typical of his breed, the dog had been all love and happiness when he first met Spencer, despite the genius’ obvious apprehension at their meeting.
Sensing Spencer’s troubled mood, Clooney nudges the man with his big broad head in an effort to comfort him. The two men ignore him. A sharp look from Morgan makes the dog go lay down in his bed in the hallway, where he watches the two tense males closely.
“You can’t just tell me you love me and then run away!”
Spencer is silent, hanging his head in shame. His shoulders are slumped inward, an obvious attempt at making himself a smaller target.
“You’re in love with me; this is what has been going on? This is what you couldn’t tell me? How long have you felt this way?”
Reid hugs himself, trying to pretend this isn’t happening.   Pretend that he is anywhere but here.
Morgan grabs the younger man’s chin and forces him to meet his eyes. “How long?” he demands.
Resigned, Reid answers “A long time.”
Derek simply stares at the miserable man, his eyes silently asking Spencer exactly how long.
“Four years, nine months, twenty-six days, one hour, fifty-three minutes, and forty seconds,” Reid answers nonchalantly with a quick check of his watch. His eidetic memory makes it easy to remember when he figured it out, down to the second.
Derek stares at him shocked, *Reid’s been in love with me for almost five years!* “Why didn’t you just tell me?”
Reid feels his anger build up. His shoulders straighten, his stance widens, and his chin juts out, as his irritation provokes him to assume a more aggressive bearing. He stares at the man he loves and answers defiantly, “What would have been the point, Morgan? YOU. ARE. STRAIGHT. The straightest fucking guy I know. You’re like a zero on the Kinsey Scale. If it was possible, you’d be a negative number you’re so straight! You love women and they love you. You aren’t attracted to men. Even if you were…you wouldn’t be attracted to me,” he finishes sadly, his eyes moving from Derek’s face to the floor. With that, his aggressive posture collapses and it again reflects his hopelessness and despair.
Derek shakes his head. He asks softly, “Do you believe you’re not good enough for me?” Easily reading the genius’ bleak body language, he can see that Reid does believe that. If anything, Morgan thinks he isn’t good enough for Spencer. He is so jaded and broken…Reid is so pure and unblemished. No matter what happened or what he sees, somehow Spencer always seems so innocent.
“I’m tall and gangly…and awkward. I ramble. Social situations confuse me. Compared to you I’m basically socially inept! You’re charming and muscular and confident…and perfect,” his voice gets quieter with every word until the last word comes out as barely a whisper.
Morgan realizes that words aren’t going to be able to convince the man of his worth. “Look at me, Pretty Boy.” Derek firmly grasps Reid’s chin and stares intently into his eyes, while deliberately inching closer. Spencer eyes him warily but doesn’t retreat. Morgan lightly presses his lips against Reid’s. The younger profiler’s eyes widen in shock, as he gapes at the older man. Derek ends the brief kiss, recognizing that he finally has Spencer’s complete attention.
Morgan quickly hides his own astonishment at just how much that simple kiss affected him. Derek feels as if a bolt of lightning is coursing through his body. One touch of Spencer’s soft lips is like a wildfire running through his veins. He has never felt anything as intensely before, ever. Derek is stunned that such a brief touch could incite such a powerful reaction in him. It’s something he’ll have to consider later.
“Wh—What?” Reid asks in disbelief.
“You’re right. I am not attracted to men.”
Looking baffled, he questions, “Then why did you just kiss me?”
“I wasn’t finished.”
Spencer’s mouth snaps shut.
“I am not attracted to men but I am attracted to you. It took you screaming at me that you were in love with me and a conversation with my mama for me to wake up and realize that. I spent the last hour looking for you. And do you know what I was doing all that time?”
Reid shakes his head.
“I talked to my mama—”
“You told your mom?”
“She already knew.”
“WHAT?!” Reid shouts.
“Yeah, I was actually as surprised as you…”
“Wait, you knew before I told you?!” Spencer cries, sounding betrayed.
“Pretty Boy, no! I didn’t know! She said she knew why you were upset, why you were acting so strangely but she refused to tell me. Mama didn’t admit what she knew until after you told me. She—she told me I had feelings for you and made it perfectly clear exactly how she knew that.” Morgan sees Reid wants to interrupt, “Let me finish.” At Spencer’s reluctant nod, he continues. “Mama gave me a lot to think about. And that’s what I did for most of that hour. Do you want to know what I found out?”
Again, Reid bobs his head, a little more hopeful but fear still clear in his beautiful eyes.
“You are special, Pretty Boy. You’ve always been special to me. I just didn’t realize how special. I couldn’t see what was right in front of my face this whole time. How much you really mean to me. You are my best friend but today…today I realized what I feel for you is so much deeper than that. My mama is right. I do have feelings for you, strong feelings. We may not be much alike but we’re two pieces to the same puzzle, we fit Spencer. It doesn’t matter to me that you’re a guy. All that matters is that I found you, the perfect person for me. I maybe had to be hit over the head to realize it but Spencer, I love you!” Derek chest is heaving with just how much he means those words, how very important it is that Spencer believes him. Because with every fiber of his being, Derek believes what he said…he loves his Pretty Boy as he has no other and he suspects that no one will ever make him feel quite what this man does.
Spencer is hesitant to believe Morgan is telling the truth, even if he can see and hear his sincerity. It’s overwhelming and simply too good to be true. Good things like this don’t happen to him. Never in his wildest dreams did he think Derek would be attracted to him, much less love him. “Do…do you really mean that? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” he asks quietly. Reid’s doubts and fear are clearly heard in his voice.
Morgan is a little hurt that Reid could think that of him but knowing how insecure Spencer can be, understands why he does. “Pretty Boy, of course I mean it! I wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true. I would never lie to you like that. I’ve never felt this way before, ever. No one else has ever made me feel the way you do. The mere thought of you not being in my life is more than I can bear. Spencer, God, I love you so much.” Without hesitation, Derek presses his lips to Reid’s, letting his passion reaffirm his words.
When Spencer finally believes him, he responds to his kiss, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. This is what he had always hoped for, dreamed of but never believed he would ever have. Love. Pure, unrestrained love. Derek slowly traces the seam of Reid’s mouth with his tongue and the genius moans before opening his mouth, silently letting the other man inside. Eagerly, Morgan melds his tongue with Reid’s, who tastes of coffee and honey and it’s awesome. Spencer devours the strong, bold, dark chocolate flavor that completely matches who Derek is. The older man crowds his Pretty Boy, impatiently pressing him against the wall before grinding his hips into Reid’s, their growing erections rubbing together. The two men groan at the delicious friction. Spencer suddenly pushes against Derek, taking him by surprise, skillfully switching their positions. Morgan’s back is against the wall of the entryway, with Reid standing in front of him. Looking deeply into his eyes, Spencer vows “If you want to stop, if anything makes you uncomfortable, just tell me, okay? And I’ll stop.” The older agent, who is already breathing hard in anticipation, nods eagerly. He has no intention of stopping Spencer.
Reid reaches up to cup Derek’s face, placing a slow, deliberate kiss on his lips. He retreats and Derek strains forward trying to follow those delicious, luscious pink lips because Spencer is an amazing kisser. A quick, happy grin flashes on Spencer’s face at the other man’s eagerness, which widens at Derek’s whine of protest, which he will adamantly deny he ever made.
Still grinning broadly, he plants his hands on Morgan’s muscular chest to keep him immobile. Once he's sure the other man won’t move he starts kissing down his dark, muscular neck. Spencer drags his tongue along his skin, enjoying the salty flavor. Derek’s breathing speeds up and he gives a low purr before arching his throat to give Reid better access. Unexpectedly, the younger man quickly bites hard on a pulse point and receives a surprised yelp in response. Soothing that spot with an open mouth kiss, Spencer can feel the rumbled groan and sigh under his lips that are escapes Derek’s throat. Reid slips his hands under the other man’s sweater, before slowly pulling it up and off. His long fingers graze down the older man’s chest to his stomach, marveling at the feeling of Morgan’s muscles rippling in response. Derek has his eyes closed with his head slumped back against the wall, and is panting. Goosebumps appear on the darker man’s skin as Spencer’s nimble fingers caress him and Derek lets out another pleasured sigh. At that sound of approval, the younger man trails his fingers across his muscled chest, circling his nipples before allowing his lips and tongue to trace that same path. Touching and tasting the man he loves feels better than Reid could have ever imagined. He is thankful for his eidetic memory, for if he never gets another chance, he wants be able to remember every, single detail.
Spencer tentatively allows his fingers to dip beneath the waistband of other man’s pants. Derek’s eyes pop open and he gasps but does not ask him to stop. The genius drops to his knees. Their eyes meet as he searches the man slumped against the wall for any signs of resistance or revulsion. He finds nothing but lust gracing the beautiful face of his dark skinned love, Derek’s soulful brown orbs blown wide silently begging him to continue.
Reid starts unbuttoning and unzipping, gently tugging the pants down his legs. The older man eagerly kicks off his shoes, socks, and pants before leaning back against the wall. Spencer hovers over Derek’s hips, his hot breath causing Morgan’s cock to visibly twitch. It quickly hardens and he unconsciously thrusts his hips toward Reid. The growing bulge in his tight black boxer briefs makes it very clear that Derek wants this, wants Spencer. Reid quickly strips the revealing boxers off. Wasting no time, he immediately engulfs Derek in the warm heat of his mouth. “Ho-LEE fuck!” Morgan shouts as his back arches off the wall. Smiling around his mouthful at the outburst, the younger man allows his tongue to trace the vein underneath Derek’s length, from base to tip. A choking, pleasured sound erupts from Derek and his breathing hitches again as Reid takes him back into his mouth. The brush of the soft chestnut hair against his bare thighs and Spencer’s hot, sweet, wet mouth are quickly driving the darker man crazy. “Oh my God. Pretty Boy, so hot, feels so fucking good!”
If he had any real capacity to think beyond ‘hot and wet and good and dear God don’t stop,’ he would be in awe of how sexy Spencer is and how his touch makes Derek feel like he’s ablaze. No one else has ever gotten him this hot, this fast. It is positively sinful and would be a bit embarrassing if it didn’t feel so damn good. The genius’s pink tongue traces the slit, again and again, eagerly lapping up the leaking pre-cum. Derek instinctively grasps the kneeling man’s head, tangling his fingers in those short, chestnut curls. Spencer begins bobbing up and down Morgan’s cock with enthusiasm, his hands gently squeezing and tugging his balls. Derek locks his knees, almost trembling as wave after wave of pleasure runs through his body. Spencer hollows out his cheeks, before taking all he can into his mouth and swallowing. It’s about the hottest thing Derek has ever seen. None of the many women he has been with can compare. None have ever looked as sexy or given him the same intense pleasure that Spencer is giving him.
Morgan is rapidly losing control: alternating between cursing, moaning, and shouting Spencer’s name. In the back of his mind he wonders *Where the fuck has Spencer been hiding this?! His magic mouth is going to make me explode in a very embarrassingly short amount of time! How the hell can this fricken sex god be hidden under my Pretty Boy’s normally shy, insecure self?* Derek suddenly decides he doesn’t care how, as long as Reid doesn’t stop, as long as he never does this for anyone else. For the first time in his life Morgan feels possessive and the level of it is quite astonishing. Like a toddler with a toy all he can think is *Mine, mine, mine! No one else’s!*
The older man realizes at this moment that Spencer is the one in control. He wouldn’t be able to keep himself from rather pathetically begging if the kneeling man stopped his movements. But it is not only in sex but this relationship that Reid has the power. Morgan is willing to do anything, absolutely anything to keep Spencer. His tenuous control finally snaps when his Pretty Boy starts happily humming around him. All the frustration, lust, and emotions he has built up make it impossible to hold back. Derek holds Reid’s head in place and frantically fucks his mouth like a horny teenager. Positively gleeful that Spencer gives no resistance but actively encourages it. Feeling his balls tighten, he screams “Pretty Boy!” before exploding in the younger man’s mouth. Morgan’s vision flashes white. He feels like he is going to passing out from the intensity. Derek comes harder than he ever has in his entire life. Spencer immediately swallows his mouthful, his very talented mouth coaxing out and lapping up every last drop.
The older man is understandably shaken, considering he has just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life….and Reid is the one who caused it. His shy, innocent Pretty Boy…who is evidently not so innocent and he fucking loves it.
A few moments later, Derek reluctantly opens his eyes to gaze at the man kneeling before him. As their eyes meet, a smug smirk forms on his pale face and he licks his swollen lips. Spencer is obviously quite pleased with himself for causing Morgan to lose all restraint, something Reid rightly assumes doesn’t ever happen. He is too much of gentleman to be rough with a woman. Thankfully, Reid is not a woman. Spencer’s brown eyes have darkened noticeably with passion and the bulge in his pants stands out proudly. Derek isn’t the only one who has been enjoying himself. Looking at him, all the darker man can think is how satisfied his Pretty Boy looks and how incredibly gorgeous. He wants to strip him naked and take him here and now.
Derek helps him stand, barking out a single word through his hoarse throat “Bedroom.” Grabbing Spencer’s hand, the naked man quickly pulls him toward the bedroom. Halfway there Derek slams the taller man into a nearby wall and immediately attacks his mouth. Reid gasps and shudders at the force of the other man’s passion, thoroughly enjoying the imbalance of power. He hums contently when he feels Morgan’s tongue brush against his own. Spencer fervently sucks on his tongue, feeling his love shiver in response. Derek breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth along Reid’s long alabaster neck, nipping and soothing. He chuckles hoarsely as Spencer starts babbling nonsensically in what he thinks is Russian. It makes Derek feel a strange bit of satisfaction to make his Pretty Boy feel as overwhelmed with passion as he is. When he reaches his collarbone, Morgan pushes Spencer’s shirt aside to gain better access. Derek sucks hard on his skin and Spencer purrs in response. Morgan grins in possessive satisfaction at the purple bruises he makes that mark his lover’s pale skin. *Mine! Mine! Only mine!* Those marks allowing him to gain his control back, Derek releases the firm hold that is pinning Spencer to the wall. He drags his Pretty Boy the rest of the way into the bedroom.
Once they enter, the younger man merely stands facing Morgan and waits, willing to let the other man take the lead. He knows Derek would feel more comfortable being in control, especially for his first time with another man. The genius is perfectly content to relinquish control. There’ll be time for him to take the lead later…he hopes. Grabbing his slim hips, Derek determinedly walks Spencer backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed, pushing him lightly onto the bed. Reid scrambles up, getting comfortable while eying his love. Morgan crawls over the younger man, straddling his hips. He rubs his bare, already hard length against Spencer’s cloth covered erection. The genius moans loudly and Morgan growls at the contact. Derek leans forward, his dark lips meeting Reid’s. He nibbles on those delectable pink lips, sucking the younger man’s plumb bottom lip into his mouth. Spencer sighs and Morgan’ tongue darts inside, thoroughly exploring the genius’ sweet mouth. Tasting himself and the same sweet, coffee flavor that is his Pretty Boy. Their tongues fight for dominance, with Reid soon relenting, again quite comfortable with allowing Morgan to take control.
Derek runs his hands under the slender man’s shirt, briefly caressing the skin underneath. “You’ve got entirely too many clothes on, Pretty Boy,” he murmurs against those pink lips. Spencer smiles, before asking slyly “What are you going to do about that?” Morgan grins, and hastily fumbles the first few buttons of the shirt before losing patience and ripping the rest open, causing Spencer to gasp in surprise. The two men can hear the soft ping of the buttons hitting the hardwood floor. Derek tosses the ruined shirt carelessly behind him. He lets his eyes roam the expanse of Spencer’s newly bared chest. The genius has surprisingly sinewy, toned muscles that has been hidden quite effectively under his usual multiple layers of clothing. “Damn, Pretty Boy. How long have you been hiding those muscles under all those sweater vests?!” The younger man chuckles, which soon turns into a whimper as Derek open-mouth kisses his way down that unexpectedly muscled chest to the flat, toned abdomen and back up. He grazes his teeth across Spencer’s nipple, causing him to cry out. Derek swirls his tongue around one nipple and then the other. Thoroughly distracted by the older man’s mouth, Reid doesn’t even notice the man’s hands confidently unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. In a matter of seconds, Morgan has slid both the pants and star trek boxers down Reid’s legs, tugging off his adorably eccentric mixed matched socks as well.
Derek nudges Spencer’s legs apart, so he can kneel between them. The genius’ cock is fully erect, leaking pre-cum. Morgan experimentally runs a finger down the length. Reid automatically thrusts his hips forward, trying to prolong the contact. “Oh, Derek, please! Touch me,” he pleads, sounding as if he would die if Derek doesn’t touch him again. The older man curls his fingers around Spencer. Their eyes meet and hold as he begins slowly sliding his hand up and down. At his first desperate whimper, Reid closes his eyes, shutting everything out but what his body is feeling. The pale man trembles at the pleasure running through his body, gasping and mumbling incoherently, this time in what sounds like a combination of French and Italian. For once, Reid lets his body do the talking, as his brilliant mind is too overloaded with pleasure to speak coherently. Gaining confidence at Reid’s intense reaction to his touch, Morgan quickens his pace as the genius’ hips begin to rock into his hand. He watches Spencer, whose expressive face flickers from lust and need and want and love, his lean body squirming and bucking. It is pure pleasure to watch every expression cross his face, to know that he is the one causing Spencer to look and feel this way. “Mmm! Derek, please! I’m so close,” Reid cries. Morgan’s mouth hovers hotly over Spencer’s ear, “Cum for me, Pretty Boy. Let me see what I do to you,” his deep, husky voice whispers seductively. That is all it takes to push Spencer over the edge and he screams Derek’s name, shooting his load all over his hand. It stands out starkly, like a neon sign, against his dark skin.
The older man smiles down at his new lover. Spencer is limp and glowing, a blissful smile gracing his pretty face. Curious, Derek lifts his hand to his mouth, flicking out his tongue to taste his Pretty Boy’s seed. Spencer opens his eyes just as he tastes it. Morgan is surprised, he actually likes the taste. Reid’s caramel orbs widen and darken again as he watches his lover eagerly lap up every bit of it off his hand. “Holy Circe!” the genius cries. Looking up from his hand, the older man meets his eyes and grins arrogantly. Morgan can easily see how much that has affected Spencer. The younger man is already semi-hard. “Enjoying the show, Baby?” he asks provocatively. “Do you know how hot that is?” Reid asks before pulling him down on top of him, impatiently melding his lips with Derek’s, happily chasing the taste of himself in his love’s mouth. Morgan rubs himself against Spencer. The older man enjoys the feel of contrast of their naked bodies, sliding against each other. Derek’s compact and heavily muscular form against Spencer’s long, lean and lightly muscled one.
Derek is surprised that he doesn’t miss the softness of a woman’s body against him. Spencer’s skin is soft but he has no curves. He is thin and toned with a sprinkling of body hair. Nor does he does he smell like a woman, of flowers or sweetness. He smells of books, leather, and something uniquely him. Morgan loves it all: his Pretty Boy’s musk and the feeling of slick, toned muscle sliding against his own.
The heat between them builds rapidly, until they both feel like they’ll be consumed by the fire. When the two break apart, they are panting. Resting his forehead against Spencer’s, the darker man declares “I need you, Pretty Boy. I need you so badly! I need to be inside you.” Reid whimpers loudly in response. “Oh, Derek! I need you! I’ve waited for you for so long! Fuck me, Derek!” he demands. Hearing those shockingly dirty words come out of Spencer’s mouth, Morgan growls with passionate hunger. He wants to be inside of him right now.
He grabs lube and a condom from his nightstand. Spencer’s arm shoots out to stop him, “I’m clean. Are you?” At his nod, the genius proclaims “I don’t want any barriers between us. I want to feel all of you. I trust you, Derek. I want to feel you cum inside me. I need to feel you fill me up.” Derek closes his eyes and shudders, letting out a long, deep groan of pleasure. He wants that too. A brief fantasy flashes in his mind, of Spencer at work wearing a butt plug, his ass filled to the brim with Morgan’s seed. He can’t wait to fulfill that fantasy.
The older man is glad he’s done this with a few more adventurous women before and knows just how to prepare his Pretty Boy to take him. Placing a pillow under Reid’s hips, he lubes his fingers, rubbing them together to warm up the cold lube. Morgan kisses Spencer, distracting him by biting softly on his kiss-swollen bottom lip, as his first finger gently circles Reid’s entrance before pressing inside. The muscle gives way almost immediately. After a few thrusts, he replaces his finger with two. Spencer keens at the delicious burn, thrusting his hips down, eagerly fucking himself on Derek’s fingers. The older man inserts another finger, scissoring his fingers, stretching him further. Reid howls and his back bows off the bed when Morgan’s fingers brush his prostrate. The older man teases him, ghosting his fingers over that sensitive spot several times, with those barely there touches slowly driving Spencer mad. Derek removes his fingers, feeling smug when he hears his lover mewl softly at the loss. Quickly lubing his length, he grasps Pretty Boy’s hips and feels Spencer’s hand guiding him to his entrance. The two men groan loudly when Derek slowly sinks all the way inside. “Pretty Boy, you are so fucking tight! So beautiful, so perfect!” Spencer wraps his long legs around Morgan’s strong hips, holding him close. Reid is silent but a look of pure bliss is upon his face at being filled by his love. Morgan pauses, absorbing the feeling of completion he experiences being inside of Spencer.
At Reid’s nod, Derek gradually pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back in. He sets a slow, deliberate rhythm. Moaning at the feeling of the man he loves inside of him, Spencer sucks hard on Morgan’s shoulder, leaving his own distinctive bruise, marking him even if he’s the only one who will see it. Derek purrs, placing soft bites and licks on Reid’s beautiful, pale neck. His stubble rubs the delicate pale skin red. Morgan’s hips continue to rock into Spencer, who rolls his hips into every thrust. When the younger man can’t take the slow pace anymore and he desperately demands “Harder! Faster!” Adjusting the angle, Morgan slams roughly into Reid, finding the bundle of nerves inside him. Spencer keens as he hits that spot over and over, his relentless thrusts so powerful the headboard repeatedly hits the wall. “DEREK!” Reid screams as he comes all over their bellies. The clenching of Spencer’s inner muscles around Morgan is too much for him. With a roar, he empties himself deep inside his lover. Exhausted, Derek collapses on top of Spencer, crushing the slender man into the bed.
A few minutes later, Morgan finds the energy to move off him and gently pulling out. Lying on his side, he pulls Reid to him and throws an arm snugly around the other man. “I love you, Spencer,” Morgan declares tiredly into the genius’ ear. Reid pries open his heavy eyes and mumbles “Love you, too.” The two quickly fall asleep, bodies intertwined.
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