geekystudmuffin | Nerds Do It Better (Even if They're Not Always User Friendly), part 3/3; Reid/Kevin; NC-17

Title: Nerds Do It Better (Even if They're Not Always User Friendly), part 3/3
Authors:

severity_softly
Pairings: Reid/Kevin, Garcia/Kevin
Rating: NC-17 (explicit slash, non-graphic het)
Word count: ~20,000
Kinks: Voyeurism
Summary: Garcia loves Kevin; Kevin loves Garcia. Kevin likes Reid; Garcia likes to watch ... And Garcia always gets her way, even if sometimes it takes a little work to achieve her goals.
Notes: Self beta'd, so feel free to point out any missed errors. :)

PART ONE
PART TWO

Penelope's plan had succeeded. She had gleefully made Kevin recount the encounter for her, stopping him whenever he tried to gloss over details like if Reid was a good kisser or how big his cock was. She knew just how much Kevin had wanted to take things further, but the fact that he'd obeyed the rules she'd set for them just made her adore him even more. She also found herself wondering just how gay Reid actually was, and if he might ever be persuaded to do more than let her watch.

But that was a project for after. First she had to bring this one completely to fruition.

"Is that enough?" Kevin asked, and she noticed he wasn't looking quite so sheepish as he used to when talking about this. She was getting her way, and he was starting to come around, getting as excited about it as she was after he'd had a taste of the beautiful Doctor.

"Did he cuddle afterwards, or was he one of those guys that just rolls over?" she asked, grinning.

"Yeah, okay, he cuddled a little. You know, you won. I don't know why you're making me do all this, you're going to get to watch."

"Because, my dear love muffin, this way I get to be a part of it." She fluffed her hair. "Besides, it's just nice to hear that I was right."

"You're always right," he said, leaning in to kiss her. God, he had a talented tongue, and he wondered just how much he'd had Reid whimpering and moaning under it, longing for it to be other places. She was pretty well familiar with that desire.

"You're the smartest man I've ever met. Or, well, been in love with, considering your little geek boy crush." She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. "When are you inviting him over? Do I need alcohol, or will you two jump each other without a dose or two of liquid courage?"

"I thought that was sort of up to you, about the timing," Kevin said, nuzzling her throat. "We're doing this for you, after all. Wouldn't be doing it at all if it weren't for you." He licked a teasing stripe down towards her chest, but she refused to let him distract her.

She twined her fingers in his hair and tugged his head up, ignoring his yelp, to meet his gaze. "Oh, no, sugar, this is not all for me. This is for the two of you, just as much as it is for me. I'm just benefiting from it."

He stared at her for a moment, and though his gaze was hungry, an appreciative smile crept through. "I don't understand you sometimes, but I love you so much." Instead of pulling up against her hold on his hair, he pulled her down for another kiss. "So good to me," he whispered.

She hummed happily. He'd figured out the secret. He didn't have to understand her in order to love her. She spent a few minutes showing him just how good she could be to him, then dragged the conversation back to the topic at hand. "So when are you inviting him over? Are we going to have a sweet dinner together, or should I just get the bedroom ready for a workout?"

"Mmm, maybe that's a question for Spencer," Kevin murmured, nosing along her jaw. His hand slid up to cup her breast and she batted it away.

"You're trying to distract me."

"I'm trying to thank you," he replied, a smile in his voice as he kissed her neck.

"Thank me later. First we need to get some details straightened out. Maybe you should call Spencer and see what he wants to do," she said. She stroked her fingers through his hair, smiling at the way the curls sprang back into place.

"Maybe you should call Spencer," he countered, nibbling at her throat.

"I think I scare him sometimes," she admitted. That wasn't always true, but when it came to embarrassing subject, she made Reid blush and stammer more than anyone else. "You're more subtle."

"I'm just more like him than you are," Kevin said. He kissed the corner of her lips, stroking her cheek. "It doesn't mean he doesn't adore you in his own way." He grinned. "Not as much as I do, though."

She sighed and dug in her pocket for her phone. "Fine," she grumbled, and hit Reid's speed dial number. "Hey, handsome!" she said when he picked up, then continued without letting him respond, "So when do I get to see you get naked and doing the horizontal mambo with my man?"

"Thank God I didn't have you on speaker," Reid said, sounding strangled. "This isn't really the best time."

"Are you still at work, Reid? You need to get a life. Oh, wait, I'm helping you with that." She grinned, ignoring the way Kevin was wrinkling his nose at her.

"I have a life. And...hang on." She heard muffled noises like he'd covered the mouthpiece with his hand, then a few moments later he came back. "I don't know, what about Friday night?"

"Perfect, my pet, my poppet! Though it is a shame I'll have to wait another two days to get to see you play doctor for real." He made a funny noise, but she ignored him. "So! Romantic dinner for three, or do you want to just jump in bed with a tube of lube?"

Spencer coughed, and she could tell he was trying not to sputter into the phone.

"Hey, man, you okay?" she heard--Morgan's distant voice. She couldn't fight the smirk. He still had no idea.

"Yeah. Fine. Fine," Reid replied, and then lowered his voice into the receiver. "Um, something in between? This really isn't the best time--"

"Oh, come on, handsome, you know you've got Morgan dying of curiosity there. If you've ever been interested in him, this would be a good way to get him interested back." She waggled here eyebrows, turning away from the wounded look Kevin gave her.

"I'm not-- I've never been. He's not my-- Is there something more, or can I go?"

"He's not your type, I know, I know. Still, he's ridiculously hot, isn't he? You can't say you've never considered it."

Kevin made an injured squeaky noise behind her and she turned and kissed him sloppily while listening to Reid sputter at the other end of the line.

When he finished sputtering, she heard him draw a deep breath. "I'm going. Goodbye, Garcia."

"I think that went well," Penelope said brightly. She kissed Kevin hungrily. He was panting when she drew back. "Friday. So now you can focus all your attention on me for the next two days."

*****

The next two days seemed to pass at warp speed, which was both good and bad. The closer Friday came, the more excited Spencer got. He was about to have all of Kevin, and Kevin was going to have all of him. But he also got more and more nervous as The Big Day drew closer. He'd felt his cheeks go steaming hot the first time he saw Garcia after his encounter with Kevin. Not only had she heard him whimpering under her boyfriend's ministrations over the phone, but he knew Kevin had told her everything they did. And she was going to be seeing everything soon.

He really had no idea what to expect when he left the BAU on Friday night either. He certainly didn't expect Morgan to corner him in the elevator and accuse him of things that would have been comical under any other circumstances. By the time he got to Garcia's apartment, he had almost forgotten his nerves about having sex in front of Garcia after that encounter.

When she pulled the door open, her grin slid off at his glower. "I'm mad at you," he announced, and then walked into the apartment.

"Um, care to explain?"

Kevin was watching them, but Spencer just turned around to look at Garcia again. "Morgan thinks I'm sleeping with you behind Kevin's back!" he exclaimed.

Garcia stared, and then she looked like she was fighting a smile. About three seconds later, she and Kevin were both laughing.

Spencer crossed his arms over himself and looked between them. "That's not funny."

"Oh, honey, it so is."

"He told me if I messed up the best thing that ever happened to you, I'd be sorry, Garcia!" Spencer exclaimed, giving her a serious look.

She was still laughing, which was annoying. And even more annoying was that she walked over and hugged him, rolling up onto her toes until she could easily kiss his cheek.

"I'm mad at you," he repeated.

She just pulled his arms around her and made him return the hug, rocking them back and forth in a circle. He didn't protest. He had already realized that was futile. He just rested his chin on the top of her head and glared at everything that came into his field of vision as she turned them. Until Kevin came into his sight, and his scowl slipped mostly off because Kevin's own smile as he watched them was brilliant.

"You love me," she said, and Spencer sighed, but didn't deny it. He did love Garcia. He didn't understand her, but he loved her.

"I'm really glad my girlfriend likes you," Kevin said. He grinned at Spencer. "I'm glad my girlfriend lets me like you."

"Get your butt over here. Our Reid is pouty," Garcia said, which made Spencer frown, firstly because he wasn't pouty, but also because he wasn't expecting to be called 'our Reid'.

Still, when Kevin came over and pressed himself up against Spencer's back so that Spencer was sandwiched in a hug between Kevin and Garcia, Spencer couldn't deny it felt good. Kevin kissed Spencer's ear, which caused a shiver... which resulted in a low, devious chuckle from Garcia. Then Kevin kissed what he could reach of the top of Garcia's head. One of Kevin's hands was on Spencer's hip, while the other reached beyond to touch Garcia.

"I'm not pouting," Spencer said finally, and Garcia snorted. Her hand was stroking his back, but Spencer suspected she was really just trying to stroke Kevin's chest, and she pulled back to look up at him.

"Not one's hurting anyone, and no one is ruining anything, so you don't need to worry about Morgan's threats," she said. "Anyway, we should probably just tell him. He can be just as relentless as I am."

Spencer nearly choked at the suggestion. "He-- he'd-- he'd start calling my your sex toy!" he argued, and both of them laughed again, but Kevin kissed the back of Spencer's neck as he chuckled, his breath against Spencer's neck sending another wave of shivers through Spencer.

Garcia glanced between the two of them, grinning. "Oh, you two are pretty together."
"You know," Spencer started, then gasped at the feel of Kevin's tongue against his skin. "Ah...you ought to be...nnh, annoyed that Morgan would believe you'd--Mm!" Someone (and he dearly hoped it was Kevin) had just grabbed his ass.

Garcia laughed. "What was that, handsome?"

"Believe you'd cheat on Kevin," Spencer managed, then turned around and kissed Kevin hungrily.

"Hmmm, you're right. All the more reason to tell him. I think he needs to be yelled at now," Garcia replied, though she sounded distracted.

Kevin fisted his fingers into Spencer's hair, and made wanting noise in the back of his throat. When he pulled back, Spencer was breathless, but managed to say, "I thought were were doing something in between a romantic dinner and jumping straight to sex."

Kevin grinned at him. "Well, we have whipped cream and strawberries and champagne..."

Garcia started giggling. "And an assortment of dirty movies," she said.

"Or Star Wars, which is every bit as exciting, without the mess and clean up," Kevin added, and Spencer expelled an exasperated breath.

"God, why am I doing this?"

"Because you wanted to jump my boyfriend's bones," Garcia informed him.

"Because her boyfriend wanted to jump your bones," Kevin said, leaning in to lick at Spencer's earlobe. "I forgot to ask if she's allowed to touch. Are you gay, or bi, or... you know, something in between?"

"Um," Spencer said, and swallowed, leaning back against Kevin. "I'm... something in between? I prefer men, but I like girls too."

"So that means you should do all the touching, lover," Garcia told Kevin. Something in Spencer's shoulders relaxed when she didn't seem to be upset about that. "Trust me, I'll get my kicks watching you two get yours."

"Mmm," Spencer hummed, in both agreement and acknowledgement that he appreciated that. Kevin tugged up the bottom of his shirt and slid a hand under, across Spencer's stomach, and Spencer sucked in a breath, but managed to say, "What-- what are we doing? Really skipping to the sex?"

Garcia was grinning.

"Whatever you want, Spencer," Kevin murmured. The tone of Kevin's voice was soothing and incredibly arousing... and this felt good, not uncomfortable at all, but he had a feeling actually undressing in front of Garcia would still be a little difficult to do comfortably this first time.
"I...um." He wasn't sure what he wanted. He liked the way Kevin was touching him, but it felt strange to just come over and get right to it. Then again, maybe it was better that way. Maybe Kevin could make him forget Garcia was watching. Maybe.

Kevin nibbled at the nape of Spencer's neck, flicking his tongue across the skin. Spencer sucked in a breath. That was a good start. He let out a little noise of pleasure and felt Kevin's lips curl against his skin.
"Honestly, do I have to make all the decisions?" Garcia said, but her voice was lower than it usually was, breathier. Spencer felt her guide Kevin's shoulder, and then give them a little push toward the bedroom.

Kevin's tongue worked against Spencer's skin as he walked them there, and when they reached the bed, Spencer turned in Kevin's arms and kissed him, his kisses wanting but soft. Kevin's arms were around Spencer's waist, offering calm support, but movement caught Spencer's eye, and he saw Garcia go sit in a chair adjacent to the bed. He wondered if it had always been there, or if it was there just for this.

"You, um..." He trailed off, feeling awkward.

"What?" Kevin asked, stroking his hand up Spencer's back.

"It's very close to the bed. The chair." Spencer whispered, not wanting to hurt Garcia's feelings.

"Oh, honey, I need to get a good view."

"Could you... just a little," Spencer breathed. "This time."

Garcia hesitated, then shifted back about a foot, which wasn't really enough, but it was better than nothing.

"You're beautiful," Kevin murmured, catching and holding Spencer's gaze. "We both think so." He kissed Spencer, sliding a hand into Spencer's hair to trace little shapes against his scalp. "Sexy," he whispered, and offered Spencer a kiss that was just teasing enough to keep Spencer's focus on Kevin. For the moment.

Spencer whimpered faintly, pressing against Kevin and sliding a hand up the back of his shirt. "So are you," he breathed, and kissed Kevin again demandingly. Then he wondered if Garcia would rather he let Kevin take the lead, and he faltered.

Kevin must have noticed; his arms tightened around Spencer, and then he whispered into Spencer's ear, "What?"

"Um..." Spencer glanced back at Garcia again, another little thrill of nerves washing over him when he saw she was watching them, which shouldn't have been any surprise--and it wasn't--but it was still a little too strange. "What do you want?"

Garcia snorted and rolled her eyes. "I want you two to have what you want, however you want it. I'm just a spectator."

"That makes this sound like a sporting event," he countered, frowning a little.

"Well, honey, it is." She beamed at him. "It's like the Olympics, the way the Greeks did them. Nude."

Kevin snickered and pulled Spencer closer. "Actually, sex is good for your health. It's good exercise, and it releases endorphins, and--"

Spencer's eyebrows went up as he listened for a moment. He wondered if he did this during sex, too. "Less talk, more action," he suggested, and shut Kevin up with a kiss.

Kevin groaned into the kiss, sounding surprised, but pleased, and slid his hands down to Spencer ass. Spencer gasped and started to tug Kevin's shirt up. Kevin complied right away, and tossed his shirt to the floor, and started to pull Spencer's shirt the rest of the way out of his pants. He thankfully seemed to realize that undressing might be another hurdle, and didn't try to pull it off. He just slid his hands up inside it, his hands roaming Spencer's body as Spencer's hands traced the planes of Kevin's chest.

Spencer thought he heard a sigh from behind him, but he didn't look. He leaned in and kissed Kevin again, circling one nipple with his fingers. Kevin was doing that tongue-flicking thing again, and it made Spencer's breath hitch with want.

"Mmm," he hummed into the kiss. There was another sound behind him, and Reid couldn't make it out, so he just curled his fingers into the top of Kevin's pants, his thumbs dipping inside of them. "God," he breathed, and then Kevin started to tug on his shirt.

"S'okay," Kevin murmured, his voice gentle.

It's just my chest and back, he told himself, and he knew that his shirt was the least of his worries, but he still hesitated for a moment before letting Kevin take it off, his breath going a little shuddery.

"Kevin," Spencer mumbled, but Kevin kissed him again, effectively shutting him up. Spencer melted into the kiss, letting Kevin distract him. Kevin was the best kisser he'd been with, he decided, and slid his arms around Kevin's shoulders, pulling him close. The slide of skin on skin was delicious, and Spencer found himself fumbling with Kevin's zipper.

He could feel Kevin's arousal matched his own, and once he had Kevin's pants open, he pressed his palm against the hardness inside through Kevin's underwear. He wasn't quite ready to get out of his own pants just yet, so he didn't push Kevin's down yet, knowing when he did he'd be expected to reciprocate.

Kevin slipped out of his pants anyway, though, kicking his shoes and socks off. He started to open Spencer's pants. Spencer made a little uncertain noise into the kiss, and Kevin understood, because he just slid his hands inside Spencer pants, moving them around to grope Spencer's ass. Spencer's pants were slipping a little, but not coming off, and Kevin dipped his hand into Spencer's underwear to close his fingers on Spencer's cock after a moment.

God, that was amazing. Spencer arched into Kevin's touch, whimpering a little at the pleasure that sent through him. Kevin made a quiet noise against Spencer's mouth, then pulled back and started trailing kisses down his neck until he could take a nipple between his lips. That made Spencer's toes curl in his shoes, and he bit his lower lip, staring down at Kevin.

He barely noticed that Kevin's fingers were sliding along the waist of his pants, working them down inch by inch. He didn't really notice until they'd slipped past his ass, and then he sucked in a breath and tensed. That was when Kevin bit down against the little nub between his lips, causing a strangled cry to force its way out of Spencer's mouth. He slid his fingers into Kevin's hair, breathing hard, and his pants slipped to the floor. Oh, Kevin was very good at this distraction thing.

"Oh, God," Spencer panted, both from disbelief he was standing in front of Garcia in his underwear, and out of sheer lust.

He pushed his shoes and socks off after he kicked his pants off his ankles, and Kevin started to nudge them both towards the bed. "Spencer," he whispered. "I want you."

"Yes, yes," Spencer gasped, his fingers tightening in Kevin's hair. "Nnh, feels so good. Kevin." He climbed backwards onto the bed and slid his hands down to Kevin's waist, tugging him along.

"Spencer," Kevin returned, kissing up Spencer's body as he followed. Spencer felt him turn to look at Garcia as he did, and heard a breathy noise from that direction, but he tried to ignore it. Then Kevin was settling his weight on top of Spencer, their arousals pressed together, and thrust against Spencer, causing Spencer to arch and moan.

Spencer twined a leg around Kevin's, pulling them closer together. He scratched his nails lightly against Kevin's back, liking the whimper that drew from Kevin. Kevin's lips closed around Spencer's earlobe again, sucking hard, then tracing the shell with his tongue. Spencer couldn't catch his breath.

"God," he moaned, his fingers sliding into Kevin's dark, curly hair.

Kevin's breath was hot in Spencer's ear when he whispered, "Want to suck you," then demonstrated the talents of his tongue along Spencer's ear and jaw.

"Yes," Spencer gasped, and they were pulling underwear off. Spencer was almost too turned on to care he was now fully exposed to Garcia. Almost. But he still felt his shoulders tighten, until Kevin swooped down without preamble and took Spencer into his mouth. "God!" he panted, and thrashed against the mattress once before he could stop himself. There was a sound that could have only been a little noise of pleasure from Garcia's direction, but Spencer was too wrapped up in the slide of Kevin's tongue to care.

Spencer had thought earlier that kissing Kevin was wonderful, but having Kevin's mouth on his cock was even more incredible. Kevin swirled his tongue around, then flicked it across the tip, then sucked...it was overwhelming. Spencer found himself arching up from the bed, his fingers buried in Kevin's hair. He realized dimly that he was making noises.

"Fuck!" His fingers might have been tugging a little on Kevin's hair, but he didn't seem to mind because he snaked his tongue up the underside of Spencer's shaft and then moaned around the head. The vibrations sent thrills all though Spencer's body. God, best kisser and best blow job, too. Spencer momentarily wanted to thank Garcia, but Kevin moaned again and it undid Spencer even more.

God, he was already tensing with the force of the pleasure flooding him. He hadn't realized how quickly Kevin would be able to undo him, but he'd been so tightly wound about the evening that it was a relief to be able to lose himself to sensation. "Nnh, yes, ah, Kevin--" he gasped, writhing while still trying not to interrupt what Kevin was doing.

Both hands were in Kevin's hair now, and Kevin slid a hand up to cup Spencer's balls, squeezing gently. God, he was going to come. It felt ridiculously fast, but on top of the relief of losing himself in this, he hadn't had this in quite some time. His nerves were firing faster than they should have been and he felt the pleasure begin to overtake whatever reason he still had left.

"Going-- to come without you!" he managed. "Kevin-- Kevin--" he gasped, trying to tug Kevin up so he didn't come before they even got to the sex. Kevin didn't seem to want to stop, though, and he caught the wrist of the hand that was trying to get him to budge, and pressed it to the mattress. Spencer made a high-pitched whimpery noise. "Please-- I want to-- have you--" His orgasm hit him before he finished begging Kevin to stop.

Kevin kept sucking until he was finished, milking the last of his orgasm. Then he pulled back, licking Spencer clean and giving him a huge Cheshire-cat grin. "God, you are so hot when you come," he said, and leaned up to kiss Spencer. Spencer could taste himself on Kevin's tongue, which was also hot. He just moaned faintly into Kevin's mouth.

"Was amazing," Spencer murmured when the kiss broke, his eyes still closed and his body humming. He didn't feel like he could move. "I wanted to come with you inside me," he added.

"You will," Kevin murmured, and Spencer opened his eyes, his gaze lazy, to see Kevin was still grinning at him.

Spencer breathed a laugh and chanced a glance at Garcia, who was draped over the chair, looking completely enthralled. When their gazes met, she gave him a mischievous grin, and he dropped his gaze but found he couldn't help the wanton smile that crossed his own lips, too sated to care.

"Once just isn't enough," Kevin teased, brushing his lips against Spencer's throat.

"You have the most talented mouth," Spencer said, his eyes drifting shut again. "I don't think I even compare, but I want to return the favor. As soon as I can move."

Kevin chuckled and licked along his collarbone. "Don't forget, we're going to do this again," he said. "I want you to fuck me, after all."

"Oh, yes," Spencer whispered, stroking his fingers over Kevin's hair and enjoying the heat of his tongue over his skin, his whole body tingling. "You're so sexy. Love your glasses," he babbled. "Everything." He told himself to shut up, and then enforced the idea by biting his lower lip.

"Wait, did you just say you love me?" Kevin asked, leaning closer to grin at him.

Spencer sucked in a breath, waking a little more at the question, and then looked at Kevin, a little too startled by the question to return the smile. "Um. No," he breathed--of course that didn't mean there wasn't a part of him that worried he might get hurt getting involved with a man who was in love with someone else. You could almost never control emotions like that.

Kevin nodded and kissed him. "I don't love you either," he said, in a tone of voice that was nonetheless incredibly affectionate. He beamed at Spencer, then glanced up warmly over Spencer's head, where Garcia was making cooing noises. Spencer was sort of afraid to look. He wrapped his arms around Kevin and yanked him down for another kiss, then rolled them over so he was on top.

He scraped his teeth over Kevin's lower lip and Kevin gasped, the smile being replaced with a lusty look pretty quickly. Satisfied, Spencer kissed him and slid lower, licking Kevin's jaw, enjoying the faint stubble that scraped his lips and tongue. God, it really had been far too long. Spencer hummed a pleased noise when Kevin groaned, and licked over Kevin's Adam's apple.

"Mmm." Kevin's hands slid over Spencer's skin, stroking up his sides and down his back, sliding into his hair, curving against his shoulders. "Spencer," he murmured, shifting in a lazy, restless way under Spencer.

"You're sexy," Spencer said, and circled a nipple with his tongue, then bit lightly, enjoying the way Kevin's breath hitched and he body tensed just slightly before relaxing again. Spencer trailed his tongue down lower, dipping it into Kevin's navel to watch him squirm.

"Nnnnno--nonono," Kevin whimpered, his fingers closing rather too tightly in Spencer's hair. "No tickling."

Spencer's eyebrows went up in amusement, but he just sucked lightly at Kevin's belly button, then shifted over towards one hip, letting his breath gust hot against Kevin's skin.

Kevin was bigger than him, but his hip bone was still easily traceable with Spencer's tongue. He drew the flat of his tongue over it, then shifted back slightly to blow over the skin, cooling the dampness. Spencer was still smiling faintly from Kevin's previous reaction, but it went wider when Kevin hissed and squirmed at the cold. Spencer wasn't certain he was as good at the actual act as Kevin was, but he knew how to tease.

He drew his nose along Kevin's cock, watching Kevin hungrily, then slid his tongue out just to taste the precome glistening on the tip before he shifted down farther, planting open mouthed kisses along Kevin's inner thigh.

"Oh God!" Kevin whimpered, one hand clutching at Spencer's shoulder. "Tease! You're going to make me insane." He squirmed a little, but Spencer noticed he wasn't actually trying to get Spencer's mouth to his cock.

"You like it," Spencer realized, glancing up heatedly at Kevin.

"Mmmph," Kevin hummed, and it sounded like a grudging agreement.

Spencer nipped at Kevin's inner thigh, liking how Kevin hissed and arched, and then slid up again to place a soft kiss against Kevin's balls, then the base of his cock. He drew the tip of tongue along the crease of Kevin's thigh, noticing how his own cock was starting to twitch to life again, feeling strange from having just come, but good too.

He lifted his hands to massage against Kevin's perineum, and then nipped across his stomach, wondering how long Kevin could hold out.

"Oh God, oh God, oh--Spencer, nnnnh!" Kevin babbled. He had his head pressed back into the pillow, and Spencer could hear Garcia breathing hard, though he very carefully didn't look up at her.

"Sexy," Spencer whispered against Kevin's skin. "So fucking hot." He heard Garcia whimper when he said 'fuck'.

Spencer knew he wasn't going to hold out much longer, but the reaction Kevin was having was too good to stop right now. He allowed himself to suck the new precome off Kevin's cock, his lips not quite covering the head, and he pulled back when Kevin tried to rock up against his mouth with a moan.

Spencer blew across the wetness again, and Kevin made a noise that was like wordless begging as Spencer moved again to bite down the top of one thigh. "Tell me what you want," he whispered.

"You!" Kevin burst out. "Suck me, oh my God, please!" Spencer could see one hand clenching in the blanket. The other hand was tangled in Spencer's hair, but Kevin was obviously trying very hard not to pull. "Suck me!"

Spencer nipped just above Kevin's knee, then moved up to draw a stripe up Kevin's cock with his tongue. Kevin arched and moaned.

"No more teasing," he panted, so Spencer obliged him and slid his lips down over Kevin's cock.

God it was good, tasting Kevin, feeling the evidence of Kevin's desire for him between his lips. He sucked hard, but slowly, listening to every little hitch of Kevin's breath and every whimper that escaped him. Kevin arched his back when the tip of Spencer's tongue found his slit. He made a strangled yelp when Spencer swirled his tongue around him. He tensed and shuddered at the tiniest hint of teeth. Spencer hadn't really stopped teasing, he'd just changed how he was teasing.

When he took Kevin as deep as possible and sucked hard, he actually made Kevin shout.

Spencer was vaguely aware that Kevin was fumbling over to the side for the nightstand, where he tugged it open and pulled out a fresh tube of lubrication. Spencer moaned around Kevin at that, Kevin's cock still buried deeply inside his mouth, and Kevin made a funny noise and nearly dropped the tube.

"Up!" Kevin gasped. "Up! Want to fuck you."

Spencer was tempted to keep going like Kevin had to him, but he wanted Kevin inside him just as much as Kevin seemed to want it.

"Up!" Kevin gasped again, and Spencer obeyed, shifting back onto his heels and watching Kevin hungrily. Garcia sucked in a loud breath and Spencer chanced a quick look at her, then away. He was getting used to the idea of his coworker watching him have sex, but he really didn't want to think about where she was touching herself right now.

Kevin tugged a little at Spencer, wanting him to climb on top, but Spencer wasn't about to bottom like that for Garcia to see. At least not this time. So he tugged Kevin back, and Kevin sat up, leaning over to kiss him. "How do you want me?" he whispered.

"Any way but that," Spencer answered, and kissed Kevin again. "Just fuck me."

Kevin's lips curled, his expression devious. "Sit in my lap," he murmured.

It sent a shock of lust through Spencer, but he countered, "Get me ready."

Kevin's lips curled further and he kissed Spencer. After a moment, without breaking their kiss, he skated his hand down Spencer's back to cup his ass. He massaged gently, then trailed one finger into the crease, his tongue flicking against the roof of Spencer's mouth.

Spencer whimpered and pressed back against Kevin's finger, then swirled his tongue with Kevin's. Kevin's finger wasn't slick yet, but the brush and press of his finger still felt good, a taste of what was to come. After a moment, Kevin reached for the forgotten lube, and shifted forward, climbing into Spencer's lap, facing him. It would have been easier for him to turn around, but Spencer wasn't inclined to lose the kisses, and if he'd laid back, they would have just fucked like that, considering how much they were both wanting.

Kevin kissed him again, their cocks brushing, and pressed a slicked finger to Spencer's entrance. Spencer whimpered and pressed down, not wanting anymore teasing. Kevin's finger slipped inside, and Spencer gasped, tensing slightly before he relaxed into it.

Kevin actually groaned at that, and Spencer grinned, thinking how he would react when it was his cock. "More," he whispered, his chest heaving as he watched Kevin's face.

"God," Kevin gasped, staring back at him hungrily. He pressed his finger further in, turning it until he found the spot that made Spencer jerk and whine. "You like having me in you," he said, and Spencer could only nod breathlessly.

As Kevin's finger circled the spot inside him, his finger was stretching Spencer too. Spencer slumped, dropping his head to head to Kevin's shoulder. "Yes," he breathed. "More!" Kevin didn't hesitate, and slid another finger in, and then another when Spencer begged again, and then Spencer's cock was throbbing with need and Kevin was fucking him with his fingers, hard and fast. Spencer's fingers had curled against Kevin's hips, and he could barely find the breath to gasp, "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

"Wanton," Kevin murmured, but he clearly liked it, as he slid his fingers out and shifted back to slick his cock. Then he leaned forward again. "Turn around," he breathed in Spencer's ear, and grinned at him.

Kevin shifted back a little so Spencer could turn around, and then he guided himself back so he could easily sit back in Kevin's lap, his calves pressed along the outsides of Kevin's. He was infinitely glad that they weren't directly facing Garcia, though she was to their side, and if Spencer turned his head much, she'd be hard to miss.

He sat back, letting Kevin thrust against him for a moment as he draped himself back against Kevin's chest. The feeling of Kevin's cock rocking against the valley of Spencer's ass was good, but not enough, so Spencer sat back up again and waited for Kevin to align them, then slid back, his back arching as he slid down, burying Kevin inside him until they were seated together, breathless, neither of them moving so that Spencer could adjust.

Kevin was panting too, mouthing at Spencer's jaw and neck, his hands sliding up to play with Spencer's nipples. "You feel so good. So tight," he whispered, and Garcia whimpered.

"Oh, God," Spencer gasped, and lifted an arm over his head to wrap around Kevin's neck. "Yes, Kevin, big," he panted. He would feel more embarrassed about his incoherence if he thought Garcia had any chance of really paying attention to what he was saying. He sort of wanted to wrap an arm around himself, to hide himself--he was completely exposed in this position--but he knew that wasn't in the bargain. So his other hand reached down to clutch at Kevin's ass, pulling him deeper.

They both groaned as one, and Spencer slid up a bit, then back down, testing whether his body was relaxed enough or not. Kevin pressed up to meet him gently, then let one of his hands pinch Spencer's nipple. He mumbled something that came out incoherent, and ground his hips down in a circular motion, gasping at the way it felt to have Kevin inside him as he did. "Yes," he whispered.

Kevin groaned and bucked up against him, just once, then settled back down and panted into Spencer's ear. "Spencer," he breathed, and then started again, with more coordination. The hand that wasn't circling Spencer's nipple stroked down his stomach to curl around his cock, not stroking, just letting it slide through his grip as they moved together. He closed his lips on Spencer's neck, his teeth worrying at the skin.

"Oh," Spencer moaned, turning his head to give Kevin more access to his skin. He body was quickly settling into the rhythm, and when he was ready, he started to move with Kevin, working his thighs to move up and down over Kevin in time with Kevin's gentle thrusts. The slow movements were amazing, but Spencer wasn't sure if it was intensifying the way it felt, or teasing him more each time he shifted down an met Kevin's hips again. "More," he murmured eventually. "Ready."

"God, you're gorgeous," Kevin murmured, and Spencer heard Garcia whimper. He craned his neck to kiss Kevin hungrily, pleased at the way Kevin pulled back just a little, just enough that they were licking at each other without actually kissing. Finally Spencer tugged hard at Kevin's hair.

"If you don't fuck me hard now--"

He didn't get around to finishing the threat, which was good, because he had no idea what to threaten with. It didn't matter, because as soon as the words broke from his mouth, Kevin surged up hard against him, driving his words into a long, strangled moan.

"Fuck!" he gasped finally. "It's about time!" The rhythm faltered as both of them started laughing in choked gasps. Even Garcia gave a winded sort of laugh, and then Kevin rescued it all by grasping Spencer's hips and surging up hard enough to make Spencer cry out, and everyone to forget their amusement.

"Ah, God!" Spencer clenched around Kevin, arching his back. And Kevin thrust again almost immediately, driving up into Spencer as Spencer moved to meet him, and then they were rocking together in a blur of gasping pleasure.

Kevin's fingers tightened around Spencer's cock harder, stroking with each thrust. Spencer could hear Garcia's little whimpers growing more frequent, but he could hardly care. In a funny sort of way, it was almost exciting that someone was getting pleasure from just watching him with someone else, which meant that Spencer's mind really was fogging over, because he was certain he wouldn't think that if pleasure wasn't building in his body.

"Spencer," Kevin breathed, his voice low, almost a hoarse growl and he continued to thrust, increasing how hard he was moving against Spencer in increments. Spencer had never heard him sound that way before, and it sent a thrill of lust straight to his cock.

He clutched at Kevin's ass, his fingers digging in, and turned his head for a clumsy kiss. Then he bit at Kevin's jaw, drawing another hoarse noise from him and getting an especially forceful thrust for his efforts. His entire body felt like it was crackling with electricity, his toes curling and his calves cramping with the tension. Each of Kevin's thrusts drove a quiet noise from Spencer's throat.

Spencer was dimly aware of the noises Garcia was making and the way they were growing less and less controlled, but he laced his hand with Kevin's as Kevin drove into him. "God, God!" he gasped. "So good!" And then Garcia had gone quiet except for her ragged breath.

"Fuck!" Kevin gasped, his thrusts becoming shorter and more urgent. "Spencer!" Spencer clenched around him again, feeling himself drawn closer to the edge of climax. He arched his head back, mouth dropping open as he panted, straining for release.

Kevin bit down against his shoulder, his own thrusts starting to lose the rhythm he'd had. He was making little noises that might have been words, and then suddenly he stilled against Spencer, groaning Spencer's name as Spencer felt him come.

"God," Spencer whispered, his hand stilling with Kevin's on his cock as Kevin spasmed under him.

Kevin was panting against Spencer's neck, his body shuddering in aftershock against Spencer's. After a time, his hand started moving on Spencer's cock again, and Kevin sucked at his neck.

"Oh, God," Spencer moaned, dropping his head back against Kevin's shoulder. He curled his hands at Kevin's hips, gasping as Kevin's hand squeezed tighter, and then Kevin was working his lips back up to Spencer's ear.

"You're so fucking sexy," Kevin whispered, his breath hot in Spencer's ear, sending new thrills straight to his cock. "Sexiest guy I've ever fucked."

"Gah--" Spencer panted hard. "Keep talking," he whispered; Kevin's words were undoing Spencer, his body racing with need.

"You're gorgeous," Kevin breathed. "Fucking hot, so lean and strong. Love your hair. Love kissing you. Can't wait for you to fuck me."

Spencer made a strangled noise, Kevin's voice in his ear sending his body into little shivers, the words thrilling through him and Spencer's body chasing his orgasm. His body tightened, and then he was shuddering with release, coming over Kevin's hand and his own stomach.

"God, yes, Spencer, you look so good like this," Kevin whispered, kissing Spencer's neck. He stroked his fingers through Spencer's come, then brought them up to lick clean. "Taste good," he added.

"Mmm," Spencer said, a lazy smile forming on his lips. "Already knew that," he murmured affectionately, turning his head to kiss Kevin's neck and watch him lick the pearly fluid off his skin.
"You're sexy when you're being all cocky, too," Kevin said, and licked another finger clean. He glanced over at Garcia, and Spencer followed his gaze without turning his head. Garcia was sprawled back in her chair, demurely covered and smiling contentedly at them.

Spencer really didn't feel like moving, but he was in the most exposed position of the three of them, so he forced himself to move. He leaned forward and let Kevin slip from him with a little wince. Kevin pulled him back for another kiss, but then let Spencer move to a more protected position as Kevin went for a tissue.

He cleaned himself up, and then dragged the blanket at the bottom of Garcia's bed up, still trying to catch his breath and thankful that his body was still loose enough that he wasn't uncomfortable about this. He wanted to push Kevin back to the bed and curl up at his side, but he wasn't sure snuggling with Kevin would be all right with Garcia right there. Sex was sex, but post-coital cuddling was different.

But Kevin settled down next to him, trailing his fingers over Spencer's chest. "That was incredible," he murmured. "We're going to have to admit that Penelope was right."

She laughed and came over to sit on the other side of Kevin, running her fingers through his hair. "Yes, you should admit that," she said, and kissed Kevin.

Spencer found himself wondering if Garcia could taste him on Kevin's lips. Oh, she had to be able to. Spencer felt himself go hot at the idea, but then Kevin grabbed Spencer's arm and tugged it over his chest. That solved the cuddling question, and Spencer pillowed his head against Kevin's shoulder and looked up at her.

She just grinned and tugged the corner of the blanket around his shoulders. "Oh, sugar, you ruined my view."

"Nnh," Spencer replied, unconcerned, and Kevin let out a breathy laugh.

"You got to see plenty already," Kevin pointed out, curling his arm over Spencer's.

"Mm, I did enjoy myself," she said, looking smug.

"Me too," Spencer murmured, his eyes fluttering shut, feeling the tug of sleep, now that he was settled against Kevin and warm. Still, he stuck a finger out from under the blanket to poke Garcia. "Thanks," he breathed, sounding sleepy.

He heard her laugh again, then felt her lips brush his forehead. "You're more than welcome, Doctor Reid," she said. And then sleep was overtaking him.

****

Being at work with Garcia ought to feel weird, Spencer thought. After all, she was answering his calls with "Hello, sexy," these days, and she was calling him instead of Morgan sometimes--a fact that definitely hadn't escaped Morgan's notice, if the jealous and confused looks Morgan was giving him were anything to judge by. And she'd sent him a text message while the team was out in Tulsa that read simply, "First nite UR back". It ought to feel weird.

It didn't.

It helped that Kevin had emailed him twice, once as a thank you, and once for no apparent reason. It also helped that he felt more relaxed and, well, sexier than he had in months. And, face facts, it was kind of fun, knowing something that Morgan didn't.

When the team got back from Tulsa, Spencer actually couldn't force the smile off his face. Garcia knew the team was home, so Kevin would know too. Spencer wasn't going to deny Garcia's 'orders', and it helped that Kevin was always especially affectionate when the case was long or hard. They'd been in Tulsa almost two weeks, and Spencer was more than looking forward to letting Kevin give him a little TLC.

"Hey. Pretty boy." Those words really didn't sound as affectionate as they used to, Spencer lamented, but he turned and smiled at Morgan as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Drinks. Auld Dubliner. I'm buying." Morgan's smile didn't look quite as affectionate as it used to, either. Spencer enjoyed knowing something Morgan didn't, but he didn't enjoy the way their relationship had grown somewhat strained since the confrontation about Spencer's supposed relationship with Garcia.

Spencer frowned. "Can we, ah, do it tomorrow? I have plans," he said.

"You have plans. How could you have plans? We just got home." Morgan's eyebrows drew together, and Spencer could see the suspicion again, which he'd hoped would fade.

"I'm not incapable of having made plans in advance," he said, but then he shrugged. "Got a text while I was out."

"You got a text," Morgan repeated, and Spencer nodded. "From Garcia."

Spencer swallowed and nodded again.

Morgan drew in a long breath. "Okay, pretty boy, we talked about this. Do not make me hurt you. You're one of my best friends, but Garcia is the other, and this just cannot happen."

Spencer though it was inappropriate to be fighting a smile, but he was. It was warring with an expression akin to fear, though, because Morgan might just actually hurt him if he thought Spencer was screwing things up royally.

He shook his head. "It's really not what you think."

"Fine, then tell me what it is," Morgan said, dropping his bag and folding his arms across his chest. He had to know how that made him look, biceps bulging as he shifted his stance to something more intimidating. Morgan was very good at looming.

"What, Morgan? No one would think it was weird if you started spending more time with Garcia," Spencer argued.

"Reid, I have seen the way Kevin looks at you when he thinks no one's looking, man."

Spencer's brows quirked up. Kevin was looking at him differently? Spencer had a feeling Morgan was completely misreading the heated gazes he was throwing Spencer's way. "Kevin and I are friends, too." Spencer barely contained a little laugh.

"Friends. Reid, if you think that man's your friend, I have a bridge to sell you. He wants to rip your guts outs. He's jealous. So tell me, what is going on that Kevin is jealous of you?"

Rip his guts out? This time Spencer really couldn't contain the laugh that sprung to the surface. "Morgan, have you talked to Garcia about this?"

"Hey, this is not about me and Garcia. This is about you and Garcia." Morgan glared at him. "And Kevin. Who is obviously the best man who has ever worshiped my goddess of knowledge, and if you fuck this up for them, I am going to have a problem."

"First of all, I resent that you don't think I'm good enough for Garcia," Spencer said, but the corners of his mouth was still turned up. He wished he could wipe the expression of his face, as he doubted Morgan appreciated it, but he just couldn't. "And secondly, I'm not attracted to Garcia."

Morgan's glower darkened. "What's wrong with my girl, huh? You trying to say she's not good enough for you?" He took a step closer to Spencer, and really this was almost funny enough to make Spencer laugh again. Almost, except for the anger that was actually beginning to catch fire in Morgan's eyes. Spencer was going to have to give him an answer or risk serious damage--to their friendship, if not to his person.

Spencer held up his hands, fingers spread, as if trying to show Morgan he was unarmed. Really, compared to Morgan physically, he sort of was. "Look, Kevin knows what's going on. He's okay with it, just like Garcia is."

"What the hell is going on, Spencer?" Morgan demanded, glaring at him.

Fortunately Spencer's cell phone shrilled just then, sparing him from having to think of an answer. He flipped it open and saw Kevin's number on the caller ID. His lips twisted to the side, wondering if it was better to answer or ignore it.

Then he wondered if maybe this was answer enough for Morgan, that Kevin was calling him. God, he hoped Kevin wasn't going to say anything embarrassing. In what may have either been one of the most brilliant or the most stupid decisions he could have made, he hit the speakerphone and answered. "Hi."

"Why is the sexiest Doctor in the BAU not naked in my bed yet?"

Fuck. Garcia wasn't supposed to be the one who answered.

Morgan's gaze was murderous now, and Spencer stepped back when Morgan stepped toward him.

"Maybe because he's busy at work at the moment," Morgan growled.

Spencer opened his mouth, trying desperately to think of something to say, but he just managed a squeak.

"Oh my God, are we on speaker?" Kevin blurted, and Spencer wasn't sure whether to relax or throw the phone at Morgan's head and run.

"Um, yeah," he said instead, watching Morgan carefully. He looked utterly confused now. "It's just me and Morgan though. Thank God."

"Shit, Pen, I told you he'd be over when he was over, that we shouldn't bug him."

"Your goddess was getting impatient," Garcia said, sounding put out. "Hello, my chocolate stallion," she added, and somehow her tone changed to flirty in an instant. "You're not threatening Doctor Reid again are you?"

"Baby girl, I am confused as hell," Morgan said, staring at Spencer. He was rubbing the back of his neck, eyes wide, and looked about one heartbeat away from walking away. Spencer almost wished he would.

"Oh, well, if you want to get unconfused, I suppose Sexy Spencer could bring you along," Garcia purred.

"No," Kevin and Spencer said in unison, and Morgan scowled. It was sort of funny because Spencer didn't think he'd figured out just what he was scowling at yet.

"What the hell?" he asked, sounding offended.

"Honey, don't worry," Garcia said. "Kevin's taken up sculpture, and Reid's been doing some nude modeling for him. No biggie."

"Bullshit," Morgan retorted.

"You know what? You really don't need to know," Spencer said, and flipped the phone shut, turning to go.

"Hey!" Morgan snapped, grabbing Spencer by the shoulder.

Spencer jumped, in spite of Morgan's touch being gentle, and turned to look at him. "What?" he asked, but Morgan was just staring at him. "Look, can't you just be satisfied that both of them are expecting me, and I'm not screwing up anything for anyone?" he asked, unsure if that would work. He was certain Morgan would eventually figure it out, but that didn't mean Spencer wanted to tell him.

Morgan blinked at him for what felt like a painfully long time, not letting go of his shoulder. Finally he opened his mouth, paused, and closed it again.

After another moment, he nodded, looking as if Spencer had just punched him between the eyes.

Spencer nodded too, and then reached up to gently pull Morgan's fingers off his shoulder. "Ah, I should go," he said. "Garcia really does get pouty if I'm late."