Nerds Do It Better (Even if They're Not Always User Friendly), part 2/3; Kevin/Reid; NC-17

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Title: Nerds Do It Better (Even if They're Not Always User Friendly), part 2/3
Authors: innerslytherin and 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


He shouldn't do it.  He really shouldn't do it.  But when Spencer opened his email at home, he hadn't been able to look away, his eyes tracing Kevin's body, glued to that tattoo.  He could have Kevin if he wanted, assuming Kevin wouldn't panic.  And Kevin might panic.  Still, Spencer pressed his hand to his fly, pressing and rubbing until he was hard, and then pulled his pants open and stroked himself off right there at his computer, imagining nibbling that pert, perfect upper lip, licking that tattoo.

God, Garcia is making me crazy.  Literally crazy, he thought, panting and slumped in his seat when he was done.  He clicked out of the email left-handed to keep from getting his mouse sticky, and went to clean himself up, thinking he just needed to put a stop to this.  But he sort of didn't want to either.

Every time he thought it might be a good idea, though, he reminded himself that Garcia would see him naked and having sex, and that cooled him off a bit.  But not enough.  Damn it.

And it didn't help that Kevin kept showing up in the BAU bullpen, despite the fact that he worked several floors away from the BAU.  Spencer knew he was just visiting Penelope, but it didn't make him feel any more comfortable with having him around.

Or at least, he thought Kevin was just visiting Penelope, until the day Penelope had called in sick.  To Spencer's surprise, Kevin still showed up in the bullpen just after six that evening, like he did sometimes when he and Penelope had plans.

"She isn't here," Spencer told Kevin.  "She's home sick."

"Oh!"  Kevin pushed his glasses up and glanced around, obviously trying to look surprised.  "Okay, sorry, I'll..."  He turned to go, then paused and turned back.  "Um.  Unless you want to, maybe, get some coffee?  Or something stronger?  To be honest I could use it."

Something stronger.  Spencer thought that was both a phenomenal idea and stupidest idea he'd ever heard.  "Sure," he said before he even looked at his watch.  He did so belatedly, and realized it was almost quitting time, so he could get away with leaving now.

Kevin's smile went less nervous, and it looked far too good on him.  Garcia was going to win this, wasn't she?

"Is that a sure to coffee or something stronger?" Kevin asked as they walked to the elevator.

"Um," Spencer started, then continued when they were out in the more private hallway.  "Which do you think?"

"God, I really need a drink," Kevin blurted.  Then he shoved his hands in his pockets.  "I'm sorry, I mean, maybe...no, I need a drink."

Spencer actually smiled, huffing a little laugh.  "Yeah, me too."  The elevator doors opened and both of them got in.  Spencer found himself standing closer than he really needed to stand, considering the elevator was empty.

"So, do you know any good place to go?" Kevin asked, looking up at him.  Spencer had never actually noticed that they were only a couple of inches apart in height.  He probably shouldn't be noticing now.  "I mean, I could suggest someplace, but I live in Stafford, you might know somewhere closer."

"Um."  Spencer cleared his throat and rocked on his heels.  "I don't really go out much.  Not like that.  I'm, ah... I'm the guy you only bring to a bar on trivia night," he said, giving Kevin a self-deprecating smile.  "I have a bottle of rum at my apartment, though," he added.  Oh, God, I'm flirting with him now!

"Rum?  Let me guess, Johnny Depp, right?  Orlando Bloom's a little too pretty."  Kevin grinned at him, then seemed to realize what he was saying, because the amusement slid off his face and he looked up at the numbers over the door.  "Um.  Where do you live?"

"Stafford, actually," he said, still smiling at Kevin. 

"Hey, we're neighbors," Kevin said, grinning faintly again but not looking at him.

Spencer pressed his lips together after a moment, and then followed Kevin's gaze to the numbers.  "You don't think Johnny Depp is pretty?"

"Johnny Depp's pretty in, you know, a scruffy sort of way.  Orlando Bloom's just all...I don't know.  He looks too innocent."

"Good point," Spencer said, nodding.  "Plus, Depp's got tattoos."  As soon as he said it, he thought he might choke on his own audacity.

Kevin's grin widened.  "You know, actually, Orlando Bloom has two--the Elvish script for 'nine' from Lord of the Rings, and I think there's a sun or something down low on his stomach..."  He trailed off after a moment, then glanced at Spencer.  Maybe he wasn't used to people listening to him when he 'waxed geeky', as Garcia put it.  "Um.  So do you have tattoos?  I didn't realize you, you know, would like them."

"Oh, no.  No.  I'd rather not let anyone stab me with ink-filled needles repeatedly.  I'd like to avoid that particular form of self-torture," Spencer said, then cleared his throat.  "I like them, though.  They're, ah... sexy," he said, shrugging as if it was the most casual thing in the world.  As if he didn't know Kevin had one.  At least one.  He found himself wondering if there were more hidden in other places.

He found himself leaning towards the answer being yes, as he watched Kevin's cheeks turn red.  Oh, God, he was flirting with Garcia's boyfriend.  This was a stupendously bad idea.

But Kevin was turning his smile on Spencer again.  "Actually it's a good sort of pain, you know?  I have a pretty extensive piece on my arm.  If I didn't have long sleeves I could show you.  It's got a cross and angels with swords and..."  He faltered, then shrugged.  "Anyway.  It feels good, in a weird way.  Not to mention enduring all that pain makes you feel macho."

Spencer laughed, and looked down at himself.  "Let's not fool ourselves into believing I could ever be macho... or even feel that way."  He smiled at Kevin again, and then lead their way out of the building.

"Hey, you carry a gun," Kevin pointed out, keeping up with him.  "That's pretty macho.  And, you know.  Kevlar."

"I've been told I look like a pipe cleaner with eyes, and called 'the skinny kid' on more than one occasion," Spencer said.  He paused for a moment in the parking lot.  "I took the VRE.  Do you mind driving?"

"You're gorgeous," Kevin blurted, then turned the approximate color of a tomato.  "Um, yeah, I can drive.  That's fine.  Great.  Here, blue Honda.  Here."  He took off at a pace that was a lot faster than they'd originally been keeping.

Spencer stared after him a moment, his mouth hanging open.  God, Garcia was going to win.  Spencer was ready to be home and tipsy and touching Kevin now, except that he doubted Garcia wanted any of this to happen without her.  Spencer got a weird pang of jealousy that Kevin was taken, which he squashed, then followed after Kevin.

Kevin's Honda was old and a little battered, but his tape deck was playing Violent Femmes and the heater worked great.  Spencer and Kevin ended up comparing musical taste all the way to Stafford, and except for Kevin's bizarrely passionate love for ska, they actually shared a lot of the same favorites.  Spencer gave directions to his apartment by pointing instead of interrupting the conversation.  He realized as he did that they hadn't really agreed to go to his apartment, but drinking rum at his place was cheaper than going out to a bar, anyway.

They'd been on a roll until Kevin parked and turned the car off, then followed Spencer up the stairs to his apartment.  That was when things suddenly felt awkward again, and Spencer had to wonder what they thought they were doing.

Spencer's lips pulled to the side, watching as Kevin inspected one of the various models hanging from Spencer's ceiling.  He wondered if they would recover from this halt, but he wanted to think they could.  "Ah, it's-- Rum and Coke... or shots?"  Spencer didn't drink often, but he found himself hoping Kevin would say shots.  Awkward or not, he still wanted to touch Kevin, and maybe that's why they they were awkward again.  They were alone now, and could if they dared to.

Kevin shrugged.  "Both?" he suggested, grinning.  "These are great.  I always wanted to build models, but all those little fiddly bits...I'm too clumsy for them.  And too impatient."  His laugh sounded a little self-conscious.  "My dad did all these military models, you know, B-52s, battleships, aircraft carriers..."

"Yeah?" Spencer said, getting the rum out of the freezer, and setting it out on the coffee table with two Cokes and two shot glasses.  "I, ah... I'm just detail oriented.  That one you're looking at was nine-hundred and thirty-eight pieces," he said, settling on the couch and wishing he could alleviate some of the anxiety he was feeling.  Kevin would, hopefully, be sitting right next to him soon... on the comfort of his couch where they could so easily touch, drinking.  Spencer hoped he wasn't going to do anything inappropriate, except he wasn't sure where that line was anymore.  He leaned over and filled their shot glasses.

He saw it in his peripheral vision when Kevin turned to watch him, but he didn't look up.  Maybe Kevin needed to get more comfortable.  After a minute, Spencer was rewarded for his patience when Kevin came and sat awkwardly on the couch next to him.  "I don't usually do shots," he confessed.

"Garcia bought me these two years ago when I told her I'd never done shots before.  This might be the second time I've used them," Spencer said, giving Kevin a smile that felt a little funny.  "Do you not want to?  I don't mind... just... I mean, we can just talk."

"No, I really want to," Kevin said.  He gave Spencer an embarrassed look.  "I wasn't kidding when I said I needed a drink.  I just...heh, I probably look stupid doing shots, that's all."  He grinned tentatively, but it slid off his face before it was fully formed.

"The first time I did shots, Morgan said he thought it was sacrilege to do shots while wearing tweed."  Spencer cleared his throat, then opened his coke, picking up his shot glass and waiting for Kevin to do the same.

Kevin laughed.  "It's probably sacrilege to do shots while wearing paisley, too," he said, glancing down at his shirt, which was, typically, half untucked and clashed with his tie.  He picked up the shot glass, though, and glanced at Spencer.  Then he shrugged and did the shot.  He only coughed a little afterwards.

"I like paisley," Spencer said.  He did the shot too and made a face, then quickly followed with the Coke.  "I used to have a paisley tie, but Morgan stole it and hid it," he said, filling their glasses again.

Kevin looked sideways at him.  "Does Morgan undress you often?" he said.  Spencer thought there might be a hint of jealousy in his tone.  But then Kevin smacked himself in the forehead.  "Sorry, sorry, that's none of my business."

Spencer couldn't help but laugh, then he did the second shot before he answered.  "No.  No, really.  It's fine.  No one is currently undressing me on any sort of regular basis."

"Huh."  Kevin did another shot, then picked up his Coke and leaned back against the couch back.  "I feel like I should be singing pirate songs," he admitted.

"I have yet to do enough shots to get me to sing."  Spencer drew in a deep breath, then slouched back next to Kevin, raking his fingers through his hair when it fell into his face, then turning his head to look at Kevin, his gaze tracing Kevin's profile before he realized he was doing it.

Kevin laughed and took a sip of his Coke.  Then he seemed to notice Spencer was watching him.  He fidgeted for a moment, then shifted, turning his whole body slightly to look at Spencer.  "I like tweed," he offered.

Spencer huffed a little laugh, but his gaze didn't leave Kevin's.  He bit his lips together for a moment, then said, "Garcia won, didn't she?"

Kevin gave him a speculative look.  "She's not here right now," he said.  Spencer didn't think he was imagining the sly note to Kevin's voice, and when Kevin's lips quirked up, he knew he wasn't.

Spencer's lips parted as he stared at Kevin.  Kevin couldn't possibly mean he wanted to be with Spencer without Garcia here. God, that was enticing, but that was a little too much like cheating... so what did Kevin want?  "Go on," Spencer breathed, his gaze going hungry.

"Well, you know.  She may get what she wants in the end, but...you're still not sure about letting her watch, are you?"  Kevin's gaze was shrewder than Spencer would have expected.  "So maybe you just need a little...hm.  Practice."

Spencer sucked in a breath as a little thrill went through his entire body.  "You... you want to watch me?" he whispered.

Kevin's eyes widened, then a grin curled his lips.  "That, ah, wasn't actually what I meant...but if you're offering, I'd like that," he said.  He turned to face Spencer more, leaning closer.  "I thought you could, you know, practice touching me without anyone watching."

Spencer turned around too.  "I want to do whatever you're okay with doing," he breathed, shifting closer.  "Um... whatever she's okay with.  I mean...  you know."

"Penelope always gets what she wants," Kevin murmured.  "So she won't begrudge this."  Then he faltered.  "I don't think.  Um."  He bit his lip.  "I could ask her."

"Yeah, maybe you should," Spencer said quickly, almost before Kevin even finished.

Kevin nodded and then fumbled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed.  "Hey," he said.  "Feeling any better?"  He nodded at her even thought she couldn't see him.  "I have a question.  Um... I'm about to kiss Spencer, and I wondered--"  Kevin winced and jerked the phone away from his ear, and Spencer could hear excited squealing coming from his phone.  When it stopped, Kevin put the phone back to his ear.  "Um, could you repeat that in a register not quite so supersonic?"

He was silent for a minute, then nodded.  "Okay, bye."  He hung up and looked at Spencer.  "We can't have sex until she's feeling better."

Spencer felt a stab of disappointment.  "Okay," he breathed.  "Okay."  He nodded and sat back, pressing his hand to his forehead.

"But anything else is fine," Kevin added, and leaned closer.  "If you're interested."

The disappointment was quickly replaced with want.  "Anything?" he repeated, dropping his hand to look at Kevin.  He turned back again and pressed the back of his hand to Kevin's arm, a tentative touch.  "I want to see your tattoo," he whispered, then leaned in and closed the gap between them, his nose brushing Kevin's, even if he didn't kiss him yet.

"Is that all?" Kevin asked, but he didn't wait for Spencer to answer before he pressed their lips together.  A hand buried itself in Spencer's hair, holding him close.  Kevin's lips parted against his, inviting more.

Spencer allowed Kevin's tongue to dip into his mouth, and let out a little noise, one that was part pleasure and part relief that he was finally able to do this.  The first slide of tongue against tongue sent little sparks through Spencer's body, and he slid closer to wrap and arm around Kevin's waist, sliding his hand up under his shirt to touch the small of his back.  "No, not all," he whispered.

"Oh, good," Kevin breathed, and kissed him again.  It was hard to believe this was actually happening.  He was kissing Garcia's boyfriend.  With her enthusiastic approval.  Kevin's hand stroked through his hair and down to curve against the back of his neck.

"This is... surreal," he murmured, then gave Kevin another hungry kiss.  He shifted after a moment, and then moved to straddle Kevin's lap, hoping that was okay.  "You think I'm gorgeous," he whispered, not sure if it was a question of not, then nibbled at Kevin's jaw.

"God, yes," Kevin gasped, sliding his arms around Spencer and tilting his head a little.  "I've thought that since I met you.  Tall and lean and..."  He trailed off into a whimper when Spencer licked his throat.

Spencer's entire body went hot, and he wasn't sure if it was a result of the noise he just pulled from Kevin or the knowledge that Kevin had found him attractive for that long.  Spencer scraped his teeth against Kevin's Adam's apple and started to tug his tie off.  "God, I want you."

Kevin whimpered again and slid his hands around to tug Spencer's shirt out of his pants.  He splayed his palms against Spencer's stomach, brushing his thumb against Spencer's skin.  "Yes," he murmured, letting his head drop back against the couch.

Spencer's fingers were pulling open Kevin's buttons and brushing against every new inch of skin he could touch as he bared Kevin's chest.  His mouth followed, and he dipped his tongue into the hollow between Kevin's collar bones before lifting his head to kiss Kevin again.

"Oh, God," Kevin whispered.  "Oh, yes, do that," he managed between kisses.  He slid a thumb across Spencer's nipple, sending a jolt of desire through him.

He gasped softly, but couldn't help but smile.  God, Kevin was adorable.  And sexy.  Spencer was already impossibly hard, and he explored his mouth thoroughly until they were breathless, then leaned back to tug at Kevin's shirt, wanting it off.

Kevin helped Spencer get his shirt off.  He started working on Spencer's buttons, though Spencer made it difficult by kissing him again.

Spencer moaned into Kevin's mouth, then pulled back, partly to help Kevin with getting him undressed, but also because he wanted to look at Kevin.  He didn't bother to brush his hair out of his face as he gazed at Kevin, lifting a hand to trace of the colorful design on one shoulder.  "Anything but sex?" he panted.  "All forms of sex?  Or just no penetrative sex?"

Kevin blinked, seeming like he had to kickstart his brain again.  "Um.  I think we'd get in trouble for anything beyond a hand job," he said after a moment.  "She definitely counts oral sex as sex."  He lifted a hand to push Spencer's hair back behind one ear, his lips parted as he stared at Spencer.

Spencer let his eyes flutter shut at the touch, which sent a little shiver through him, an he didn't open them as he spoke again.  "Do you know if, when we do this, really do this... is it just a one time thing?"  He wasn't sure why he was asking now, but it suddenly seemed important.

"Um...I don't really know," Kevin admitted.  "I've been trying so hard to make her drop it that I didn't really get the details."  His fingers were light against Spencer's hair; they almost felt like they might be shaking.  "I suppose we could ask."  His lips brushed Spencer's.  "I...um...I hope it's not a one time thing."

Spencer nodded, then opened his eyes again to look at Kevin.  "I hope not either.  I don't really do the one night stand thing."  He kissed Kevin again, his lips undemanding, trying to savor the kiss.  "I want you.  I will.  But it's not ideal... for me."

"You'd do it if we could only have one time?" Kevin asked, his voice quiet.  It was strange to see him uncertain.  He was socially awkward, but usually pretty confident in himself, anyway.  Just from this reaction, Spencer could see how much Kevin wanted this.  Wanted him.

Spencer sucked in a breath, considering the question thoroughly.  Finally, he answered, "I hope so."  He wanted to, but the longer he thought about it, he couldn't deny it would be weird, and somehow even a little painful, to have Kevin once, and never again.

"I love Penelope," Kevin said abruptly.  "I mean, I do.  But she's the one who pushed this, and I'm going to tell her it's not fair if we only get to do this once."

Spencer gave Kevin an uncertain look.  "Maybe it's not, but if that's what she wants, neither one of us are going to push it, and you know it.  Because you... and her," he said, and God it was hard to sit here like this with Kevin and hear him say he loved someone else, or say it himself.  It was ridiculous, considering he'd gone into this fully aware of the situation.  "And I have to work with her.  And, and I can't do anything that's going to hurt your relationship with her."

Kevin swallowed and nodded.  "Yeah," he admitted.  "You should call her this time.  Just ask her.  We shouldn't take this any further if she's going to say it's only once."  He fumbled around on the couch, then lifted his hand between them, holding his cell phone out to Spencer.

Spencer nodded.  They really should just put their shirts back on a try to pretend this never happened if it was going to wind up being painful for anyone involved.  He hit Garcia's speed dial, and held the phone to his ear.

Garcia must have looked at her caller ID, because she didn't say hello when she answered.  She just said, "Kevin, why are you calling me and not dry humping Reid by now?!"

Spencer cleared his throat.  "Ah, Garcia," he said, feeling his face heat.  "I--"

"Spencer, why are you calling me and not dry humping my boyfriend yet?!"

"There, um, we had some confusion as to...ah...what we're--"

"How is it confusing to say anything but sex?" she demanded.  "Get back to it!"

"I, um... well, there's more than just--"

"No you can't suck each other!  That's sex.  Now if you don't hang up, I'm going to--"

"Wait!" Spencer said.  "That's not it.  We um... If we do this with you... watching... is that it?  Just once?"

There was a long pause over the line, and when Garcia spoke again, Spencer could hear the warm affection in her voice.  "Oh my God, you're both the most adorable cuddlebunnies."

"Um...what does that mean?" Spencer asked.

"She called us snuggly hugmuffins, didn't she?" Kevin asked, leaning in.  Spencer thought he was trying to hear what Garcia was saying, but then Kevin licked his jaw, which made him suck in a breath.

"Oooh, Kevin's misbehaving, isn't he?" Garcia said.  She sounded like she was barely suppressing giggles.

"Um... a little bit," Spencer managed, his voice not quite as steady as he meant it to be as Kevin bit lightly at his neck.

"Can I listen since I'm not there?" she asked, and Spencer suddenly wondered if Kevin was trying to give her a taste, maybe to up their odds of being able to repeat this more than once.

"What's she saying?" Kevin mumbled, nibbling at Spencer's shoulder.  He sucked lightly, then lifted his head to press his ear against the phone.

"She called us adorable cuddlebunnies, said blow jobs were a no-go, and that she wants to listen," Spencer breathed, running his finger up into Kevin's hair.

"Come on, give a sick girl her jollies," Garcia argued.

"I'm starting to wonder if you're really sick," Spencer said.

Garcia spluttered indignantly in his ear, but Kevin's words caught his attention.  "She said she was last night, but maybe she thought withholding sex last night would make me more likely to come see you."  Kevin shivered lightly and kissed Spencer's neck.  "What did she say about doing this more than once?"

"She hasn't answered yet, but that's what she seemed to think was so cute," Spencer breathed, making the same motion against Kevin's scalp with his fingers that had just made Kevin react like he did.  He sucked in another breath then and tightened his fingers in Kevin's hair, inviting more of what he was doing.  "Garcia, answer, please?  Now?"

"I didn't think I would have to answer that question," Garcia said.  "Mmm, what's he doing, Reid?  I ought to make you narrate the whole thing for me."

"He's licking my neck," Spencer murmured, closing his eyes.  "I can take that as a yes, we can do this more than once?"

"Mmmm.  Yes, Reid, you can do this more than once.  You just can't ever leave me out of it again after this."  Her voice was pouty, but he thought she was teasing.  "Not the sex, at least."

"Yeah, but we're not having sex," Spencer managed, and wondered why he was even still talking to her.  He whimpered when Kevin pinched a nipple, trying in vein to hold it in.  "Garcia, I-- I should-- need to go."

"I know you're not tonight, you handsome genius, and it's obvious your mind is on something besides this conversation, or you would know I know that.  But that's my ground rule.  If the two of you have sex, I get to be part of it.  Everything else can be done unchaperoned."

Kevin laughed, though Spencer wasn't quite sure why until Kevin leaned down and licked a nipple.

Spencer gasped, and then moaned, "Oh, God," softly into the receiver.  "You're both evil."  Kevin laughed again and slid his hand down to cup Spencer's ass.  "Goodbye, Garcia," Spencer panted, and flipped the phone shut.

"Did she say yes?" Kevin asked, sounding breathless.  He closed his lips on Spencer's nipple and sucked.

"Nngh, yes," Spencer managed, dropping his head to kiss the top of Kevin's, then pant softly into his hair.  After a moment, he leaned back in Kevin's arms a bit to make what Kevin was doing a little easier.  "God, good," he whispered.

"You are so incredibly sexy," Kevin said, lifting his head to kiss Spencer's mouth eagerly.  When they pulled away, Kevin just stared at him for a minute, then lowered his head to mouth at Spencer's chest again.

"So're you," Spencer breathed, sifting his fingers through dark curls that were much tighter than his own.  "Bed?" he suggested, though he was fine with just pulling Kevin down on top of him here.

Kevin grunted.  "We're more apt to misbehave in bed," he said, his lips brushing against Spencer's chest.  "God, I wish I could suck you."  He licked Spencer's chest, then sucked hard at the nipple he'd been neglecting.

Those words sent a wave of lust through Spencer, and he moaned, shivering against Kevin's lips.  "More apt to misbehave if you keep talking like that."  He slid his hands down Kevin's back, dragging his nails lightly against the skin.  "I want to suck you too.  Want to taste you against my tongue," he whispered, and shifted, turning on the couch and pulling Kevin on top of him.

Kevin shivered and stroked his hand down Spencer's chest to rest on his stomach.  He worked a leg between Spencer's, settling their bodies together so Spencer could feel his erection against his thigh.  "This is incredible," he breathed.

"Mmm," Spencer agreed smiling up at Kevin.  He was so adorable, and his eyes were hungry.  Spencer had never seen Kevin look this way before, and it was almost breathtaking.  He reached up to, stroke his fingers into Kevin's hair, drawing two long fingers over the side of Kevin's glasses before forking them into the hair at Kevin's temple. 

He was tempted to ask if Kevin topped or bottomed--Garcia hadn't mentioned it--but he wasn't sure now was the time to bring it up, so he just rocked up against Kevin with a groan, his eyes fluttering shut at the wash of pleasure that swept through him.

"God, God," Kevin groaned, sliding his hand over Spencer's skin to curl at his side.  "Want...I want..."  He didn't actually get the words out, but he traced his fingers along Spencer's waist to the button of his pants.  "Touch."  He lifted his head to kiss Spencer hungrily, his lips demanding, but somehow still gentle.
"Mm-hmm," Spencer hummed into the kiss, but he slid his arms around Kevin and pulled him close, trapping Kevin's arm between them a moment as he enjoyed those kisses.  God, Kevin very well may have been the best kisser Spencer had ever been with.  Once he'd gotten his fill (for the moment), he let go, and started fumbling with Kevin to get himself out of his pants and underwear, then started to pull at Kevin's button.

"Spencer," Kevin murmured, breathing hard as he fumbled his way out of his pants and underwear.  "Oh, you are gorgeous."  He rested his palms on Spencer's thighs, then stroked them up to curl at his hips.  "Penelope will kill us if we get carried away," he reminded them both.  Then he settled back down against Spencer, snugging their erections alongside each other with a groan.

"I know," Spencer whispered, ignoring the tiny, evil little voice in his head that told him that Garcia would never know.  God, that was not the way to be thinking, but he wanted Kevin's mouth on him, and his cock inside him, and it was messing with his reason.  "God," he panted, sliding his hand down to squeezed Kevin's ass and pull them tighter against him.  "Okay," he murmured.  "Tell me what you want to do."  He slid his hand between them and curled his fingers around both of their cocks.

Kevin moaned.  "Can't.  Pen would kill us."  He laughed breathlessly and kissed Spencer again.  "This is weird.  Let's just do this...Your hand...Kissing..."  He kissed Spencer again, flicking his tongue against Spencer's in a way that really had Spencer wishing that tongue was on his cock.

"Fuck," Spencer gasped when they pulled apart, his hands stroking them slowly.  "She'd kill us for talking?" he asked, licking Kevin's jaw and then nipping at his lower lip, wanting another kiss like the one he'd just gotten.

"She'd kill me for what I want to do right now," Kevin said, laughing again.  "Oh, God, this is so good."  He kissed Spencer again, his hips grinding down against Spencer.  "Kissing you..."  He demonstrated just how good he thought it was.

Spencer moaned, his hand speeding on their cocks.  "Yes," he panted.  "Can't wait for that tongue to be on me," he said, and then tried again, "And I think Garcia's smart enough to know what you want to do, considering."  He licked his lips and slid his thumb over the heads of their cocks, spreading slick precome across them.

"Considering she...said not to...without her," Kevin agreed between kisses.  He slid one hand down Spencer's body, cupping his ass and pulling them together.

Spencer whimpered and lifted a leg to wrap it around one of Kevin's.  "I never heard her say not to talk about it."  He was pushing now, and he knew it, and he was going to stop if Kevin was still resisting after this, but he wanted to try once more.  He leaned up a bit to whisper in Kevin's ear.  "I wish you could pin me to this couch and fuck me right now."  And that solved the question of who would bottom without Spencer really even giving it much thought, unless Kevin preferred not to top.

Kevin groaned, his hips jerking against Spencer's.  "Oh, I want to," he breathed, lowering his head to nibble at Spencer's jaw.  "Your long legs wrapped around me..."  He panted against Spencer's neck for a moment, then bit gently.  "But I want you in me, too.  Could switch."  He sucked on Spencer's neck, rocking his hips.

"God, yes," Spencer moaned, bucking up against Kevin, his hand squeezing harder, causing both of them to gasp.  "Want that.  Want you.  Everything."  He pulled his hand away to bring it to his lips, licking their mixed precome off his thumb and keeping his gaze on Kevin's.

Kevin let out a shuddery breath and darted his head down to catch Spencer's thumb in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.  Spencer could almost imagine how that would feel on his cock, and he whimpered.  Kevin sucked hard, then scraped his teeth against the pad of his thumb.  Then he pulled back and kissed Spencer demandingly.

"You are such a tease," Spencer murmured between kisses, returning them with all the hunger Kevin was putting into them.  He stroked his fingertips lightly over Kevin's skin and then closed his hand around their arousals again.  God, he needed release before he started to beg Kevin to break the rules, so he started stroking in earnest, arching under Kevin.

"You like it, don't you?" Kevin managed breathlessly.  "God, you're amazing."  He bucked into Spencer's hand, panting, then caught his mouth in another kiss.

"Mmm," Spencer moaned.  "Yes!  God, this is torture," he managed, but he let out a shaky, breathy laugh and stroked them harder, his body racing.

Kevin started whimpering against Spencer's mouth, arching against him.  "Close--" he gasped, sliding his hands over Spencer's skin.  "Close!"

"Yes," Spencer breathed, thrusting up into his hand, against Kevin's erection.  Those noises Kevin was making were going straight to Spencer's cock.  "Come," he murmured, moving his mouth away to kiss Kevin's cheek, wanting to hear those noises without his mouth muffling them.

Kevin whimpered again, then made a strangled high-pitched noise as he came, pressing his forehead against Spencer's shoulder.  "Oh, God, God, Spencer," he panted.

God, that was amazing, the feel of Kevin's release over Spencer's hand.  When Kevin was spent, Spencer let Kevin slip out of his grasp and stroked himself harder, his cock slick with Kevin's come.  "God, you're sexy," he panted, feeling his own release racing toward him.

Still breathing hard, Kevin worked his hand down to join Spencer's, matching his pace.  He lifted his head and kissed Spencer hard.  "So're you.  Spencer."

Their fingers laced over his cock and Kevin's lips on his own were enough to send Spencer over the edge.  He arched against the bed, coming with a groan.  He caught Kevin's mouth in another kiss that he drew out until he was spent, and then slumped back into the cushions, panting hard.

"Nnnh," Kevin said, slumping down against him.  "Spencer."  He rested his head down against Spencer's shoulder and lifted his hand to lick his fingers clean.  "That was amazing," he whispered.

"God," Spencer murmured breathlessly, watching Kevin's tongue run over the pearly fluid on his hand.  When he was done, Spencer smiled as lustily as he could manage after the haze of orgasm, and lifted his own hand to press his fingertip to Kevin's lips.  "Help," he suggested.

Kevin's gaze heated a little as he looked up at Spencer and closed his lips around the offered finger.  He swirled his tongue around it, then sucked it clean, his gaze never leaving Spencer's.

Spencer watched, and if he hadn't just come, he would have been hard in an instant watching Kevin.  His eyes only left Kevin when he finished one finger, and then he glance down to offer the second finger before looking back up, biting his lip as Kevin took it between his lips too.

When Kevin had cleaned all of his fingers, he shifted so his weight wasn't resting entirely on Spencer.  Then he snuggled against him and pressed a series of soft kisses against Spencer's neck.  "You're beautiful," he murmured.  "That was so much fun."

"Mmm, yes," Spencer breathed.  he couldn't slop smiling, and he shifted to drape his arm over Kevin's waist, pressing his lips to Kevin's forehead.  He wondered a second later if he should have done that, but he was too relaxed to worry.  "Can't wait for more."

"I know."  Kevin reached up to cup Spencer's cheek, brushing his thumb against his jaw.  "I'm glad Penelope said we could.  Once I started letting myself want you, I'd never be able to stop."

Spencer slid down and turned to face Kevin more, hoping he wouldn't slip off the couch.  That was something that would have been embarrassing any day, but Spencer imagined falling off the couch naked would be mortifying.  A second later, Kevin's arm was around him, holding him tightly.  Spencer gave him a slow, sated smile.  "Me too.  She, ah... emailed me pictures of you," he whispered.  "I knew you had a tattoo," he confessed sheepishly.

Kevin grunted.  "Were they naked pictures?  She didn't have any naked pictures of you, so she emailed me pictures of you in your Kevlar vest.  And carrying a gun."  He was smiling.  "My girlfriend is a manipulative minx," Kevin said proudly.

Spencer grinned, shaking with silent laughter.  "Yes, she is.  Well, I don't know about the minx bit, but... yeah."  He drew a deep breath and let his eyes flutter shut.  "I'm glad... even if I did want to shoot her a couple times."

Kevin snickered.  "I know the feeling," he admitted.  "But she always ends up being right.  I ought to know better than to resist, by now."  He kissed Spencer's jaw.  "She was definitely right about you."  He sighed contentedly, then brushed his nose along Spencer's jaw and cheek.  "You know she's going to make me tell her everything we did, right?" he murmured.

"Really?"  Spencer opened his eyes again.  "God.  I know I--"  He knew he should started getting used to the idea that Garcia was going to be very aware of his sex life very soon, but that didn't erase the nerves.  He licked his lips and kissed Kevin absently, then repeated, "God."

"Mmm.  Don't worry, I have only good things to report," Kevin joked.  He kissed Spencer, then settled down against him again.  "I really don't want to move," he said.

"Me either," Spencer agreed.  He closed his eyes again, and stroked his fingers over Kevin's skin.  "I could definitely use a nap," he added, smiling.

Kevin laughed.  "We're both guys.  We can totally get away with that," he said, and tightened his arm around Spencer.


PART THREE

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