geekystudmuffin | The Place You Least Expect (3/3), Reid/Rossi, NC-17

Title: The Place You Least Expect (3/3)
Authors:

severity_softly
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you." ~ William Arthur Ward
Word count: ~25,000
Warning/Kink: Highlight between stars to read: * rimming *
Notes: RP format. Self-betaed, so feel free to point out any errors we may have missed. We wrote this over the fall (so if it contradicts recent canon anywhere, that's why), and is the beginning of a series, the second part of which has already been posted because it was seasonal. :3 This is the first part, which explains how they got together. :) (See note in part 1/3 for universe info.)

PART ONE
PART TWO

Reid let them into his apartment and went to the kitchen. He didn't have a vase, so he wound up using a glass... Well, he started trying to use a glass, but it was too short, and the roses wanted to all fall over, so he wound up putting them in a much taller Star Wars memorabilia cup, then turned around and looked at Dave, who was wandering through his living room, looking at his models and crammed full shelves. He put the flowers in the center of his kitchen table, gave the mismatched chairs an appraising look for the first time in years, then leaned out of the kitchen to look at Dave again. "Mmm, do you want anything to drink?"

"Sure, anything's fine," Dave said, his voice absent as he inspected the Enterprise model hanging in front of a bookshelf. "This is the original series version." He liked Spencer's apartment. It reflected his interests and enthusiasms, and it felt very comfortable, if a little absent-minded.

Reid went back to the fridge and grabbed two cans of Coke, then headed back to the living room. "Of course it is," he said, handing the can over. "You're a fan?" he said, a little jolt of excitement going though him.

Dave glanced over at him. "I was ten when the series debuted," he pointed out. "I loved that show. James Kirk was my idol." He popped open the can and wondered why he didn't feel weird saying things like that to Spencer.

Reid grinned. "I was always a Spock person myself. I find his struggle between the logical and emotional, the alien and the human sides of himself, fascinating," he said, and then backed up a bit. "Your idol?"

"Of course you were," Dave said softly, then shrugged. "Well, come on, man of action, man of authority. Ladies man. Cut me some slack, I was ten."

Reid shrugged, looking amused. "Our childhood idols define a lot more of us than most people want to admit," he said, his eyes warm on Dave's.

"What happened to the moratorium on inter-team profiling?" Dave murmured. They were standing closer than he'd realized, and it felt strange that Spencer was taller than he was.

"I'm not profiling. Just stating fact." Reid's eyes wandered from Dave's, his gaze sifting through his lightly greying hair.

"Then you're calling me brash, arrogant, headstrong, and--oh, wait," Dave said, smiling crookedly. God, he wanted to kiss Spencer. He lifted a hand to brush Spencer's hair back and tuck it behind an ear.

Reid sucked in a little breath, not bothering to hide the little shiver that sent through him or the sudden desire the touch sent through him. And for all that he wanted to kiss Dave, he felt a little nervous now, but he traced his fingertips over Dave's shirt, along his collar bone.   "Morgan liked Indiana Jones. I, ah, liked Spock, Data, C3PO..." He trailed off, wondering why he was still talking.

"Shh," Dave said. He slid his fingers into Spencer's hair and stepped closer, lifting his head to press his mouth to Spencer's. The first light brush of their lips sent a spark of electricity through him. He pulled back just enough to break contact, then kissed him again.

Reid made a little whimpery noise, his breath going a little fast and shallow, and deepened the second kiss. His stomach was flipping in the best way possible. God, he was kissing Dave. He slid his hand around Dave's neck. "I'm guessing Hotch was a Bond fan," he breathed, but then just kissed Dave again, each new kiss growing in hunger.

Dave chuckled. "Somehow," he whispered between kisses, "that doesn't surprise me." He reached out without looking to set his Coke on a bookshelf, then slid his arm around Reid's waist, pulling him closer.

Reid hummed a pleased noise and put his Coke somewhere on the shelf too, sliding his free hand into Dave's hair, his fingers feeling cold against Dave's scalp. "Prentiss. Josie and the Pussycats," he breathed, and kissed Dave again with a little moan. "God, tell me to shut up or I'll keep going," he panted.

"I would have pegged her for a Daphne fan," Dave said, shivering. He pulled back just enough to look Spencer in the eyes. "Shut up, Spencer." He smiled and kissed him again, tightening his arms.

"Mmph," Reid replied into the kiss, letting the thought go that JJ was more of a Daphne. "Dave," he whispered against Dave's lips, and let his hand trail down Dave's back. If anyone had told him this would be happening six months ago, he would have never believed it. "You think I'm beautiful?" he whispered between kisses, letting his fingertips slip below the waist of Dave's pants just a little.

Dave hummed and pressed against him. "You are beautiful," he replied, feeling a funny little jolt in his chest. Spencer could be so vulnerable sometimes, and it was charming, but sort of sad. It always made Dave want to protect him.

That felt good to hear, and part of Reid wanted to question it. He wasn't sure what Dave really saw in him, but he somehow suspected that feeling might be mutual, especially after Dave seemed to think Reid's attraction wasn't real at first. He wanted to pull Dave to the bedroom, but he wondered if that was maybe too direct for right now. "Thank you," he breathed.

"You're welcome." Dave smiled and leaned his head back a little to look at Spencer. He brushed his fingertips along one fine cheekbone, then back along his jaw. "You are beautiful, and it makes me happy to be near you." He leaned in and trailed his lips along Spencer's jaw, shivering slightly at the faint rasp of stubble against his skin.

"God," Reid breathed, leaning into the touch of Dave's lips. It had been a very long time since he'd been kissed, and even longer since anyone had done anything more than just kiss him. His fingers curled into Dave's shirt, and then slipped through the button holes to touch Dave's chest. "Mm, the goatee is interesting," he murmured, smiling at the way the tickle of hair was sending little sparks of desire through him. "I like it."

Dave chuckled and kissed Spencer's ear. "I've never kissed someone taller than I am before." He ran a hand down Spencer's side and started moving them toward the one empty stretch of wall he could see. "Your body is maddeningly sexy, you know that, don't you? Tall and lanky and just begging to have someone press you against the wall and kiss you breathless." He demonstrated.

Those words sent an unexpected thrill through Reid and he groaned at the weight that shifted against him, curling his fingers into Dave's hair. God he was excited, and Dave was pressing against that too. He wondered if that should embarrass him, considering they were just kissing. "I'm glad you think so," he panted.

"Mmm, yes." Dave smiled, brushing his nose against Spencer's jaw. He closed his eyes. "God, Aaron's going to kill me," he murmured, sliding a hand down to rest against Spencer's stomach.

Reid breathed a shaky laugh. "Actually, I don't think he will," he murmured.

Dave pulled back enough to look up at Spencer with narrowed eyes. "Oh, you don't?"

Reid opened his mouth, but then didn't say anything for a moment, and somewhere in the back of his mind his was disappointed that Dave had stopped kissing him and touching him. "Mmm." He swallowed. "He doesn't care what we do as long as it doesn't affect how we work on the team," he said.

"He told you this?" Dave asked, his stomach jumping strangely. Just the idea that Aaron had been talking to Spencer about this was weird. Maybe he hadn't asked Dave because he'd figured Dave wouldn't talk about it. Dave slid his hand up to rest on Spencer's chest, watching his face.

Reid nodded, watching Dave and wondering if he should say more. He wondered if telling Dave to shut up would work.

"Huh." Dave wondered if he was relieved that Aaron had, apparently, given his blessing to this relationship. Mostly he thought it was nerve-wracking.

Reid's lips quirked to the side, and decided that might be as quiet as Dave was going to get on the subject. He brushed his fingertips along Dave's jaw and leaned in to kiss him again.

Dave returned the kiss, then pulled back, frowning. "When did you and Aaron talk about this?"

"Just before I insulted you at the elevator," Reid murmured, and then tried to get Dave to focus on kissing again. He hooked his hand around Dave's neck and kissed him again, pulling Dave's body against his again.

Dave smiled against Spencer's lips. "Mm, so he was giving you his blessing and you were telling him you wished I would fall off a cliff," he murmured. He slid his hand down to curl at Spencer's side.

Reid pulled back to look at Dave. "Basically," he murmured. He paused, then smiled just a little. "Now shut up about it." He threaded his fingers into Dave's hair.

Dave was surprised into a laugh that got cut off when Spencer kissed him again. Well, what did it matter, anyway? Dave could always retire again if he had to. He leaned into Spencer, tugging at the back of his shirt to slide his fingers along the small of Spencer's back.

Reid shivered at the touch. "Better," he whispered, going slightly breathless. For a moment he just looked at Dave, barely able to believe this was happening. "Begging to have someone press me against a wall?" he murmured.

"Yes," Dave confirmed, snugging his hips against Spencer's and kissing him again. "You're fucking gorgeous."

"You're fucking insane," Reid whispered, but slid his hands down to Dave's hips to press them closer, enjoying that he could feel Dave's desire for him. He gave a little whimper of excitement and kissed Dave again, nudging him a little in hopes of moving them toward the bedroom.

Just the sound of Spencer swearing sent a thrill of desire through Dave, and he groaned faintly. "God, Spencer," he breathed, nibbling and kissing his jaw.

"Dave," Reid murmured, nudging Dave again and walking them back a few steps toward the hallway. He dropped his head back a little anyway, his breath ragged, and closed his eyes. He could walk this route without looking. "Want you," he whispered. "So much."

Dave hummed and then resisted, looking up at Spencer. "I want you, too," he murmured. "But I'm not going to sleep with you tonight, Spencer." He kissed him gently.

Reid was almost surprised by the wash of disappointment that went through him. He hadn't been thinking sex specifically, at least he hadn't realized he had been, but he couldn't deny that Dave's words knocked some of the wind out of his sails. "Okay," he breathed against Dave's lips.

"This is worth taking our time," Dave said, smiling.  He stroked his hand up Spencer's back, further untucking his shirt. He wasn't sure how much self-control he was going to be able to have, though.

Reid sucked in a breath and curled his fingers into the top of Dave's pants. "We already know each other... so well."

"God," Dave breathed, shivering. He kissed Spencer's neck and worked one hand up to toy with the top button of his shirt. "Restraint," he murmured vaguely. "The wait makes it better."

"I've waited," Reid whispered and ducked his head to kiss Dave again, his desire evident. He toyed with the button of Dave's pants and then made himself stop before he worked it open.

"Behave," Dave said, undoing Spencer's shirt and pushing him gently back against the wall of the hallway. "Brat." He lowered his mouth to Spencer's neck and sucked lightly.

"Ungh," was all Reid managed to reply with at first, and he tugged up at Dave's shirt to splay his fingers over Dave's stomach. "More fun not to," he managed after a moment.

Dave hummed and licked Spencer's collarbone. This was not the way to have willpower. God knew, he wanted to give in, but he was a little old-fashioned; he thought it was better, for some undefined reason, not to sleep with someone on the first date. Which this might not even be, considering it had started out as an argument and an apology. Only the flowers made it remotely resemble a date. He nibbled lightly at Spencer's skin. "Where'd you put the flowers?" he murmured.

Reid might have been surprised at the question, except that his fingertips were trying to wander back into Dave's pants again. He groaned in frustration, then started to work open Dave's shirt from the bottom. "Kitchen table. God, why?"

"Just wondering." Dave sighed and lifted his head to rest lightly against Spencer's shoulder. He was panting. "We shouldn't," he whispered.

"We should," Reid countered, without so much as a second thought. He body was demanding more now, but he didn't push. He finished parting Dave's shirt and ran his hands over Dave's chest.

A shiver went through Dave and he sighed. He was going to lose this struggle, because he didn't really want to win in the first place. "God, Spencer," he gasped. He lifted his head and kissed Spencer hard.

Reid felt a little surge of triumph at that, then pressed back, pushing Dave against the opposite wall of the hallway. He pressed himself against Dave, thrilling at the way their chests felt together, and moved to push Dave's shirt off his shoulders.

Dave was suddenly very aware of his own middle-aged body when Spencer pushed his shirt off. He pulled Spencer tight against him, trying not to frown at the unaccustomed feeling of self-doubt. "Go get the roses," he murmured, determined to channel their passion in a way that wouldn't end up with them fucking mindlessly. Unthinking passion was exciting, but for Spencer, he wanted romance.

Reid's lips froze on Dave's jaw, and then he pulled back, panting hard. "What?" he asked, a little confused.

"Get the roses," Dave said breathlessly. "And bring them back with you."

"Why?" Reid panted, and leaned in to kissed Dave's jaw even as he was still frowning in thought.

"Because." Dave stroked a hand through Reid's hair and tilted his head away from Spencer's lips.

Reid made a disappointed noise, but sighed and pushed away, frowning at Dave before he headed down the hall for the kitchen. When he returned with the roses in hand, he gave Dave a look somewhere between confusions and expectation, and kissed Dave softly.

Dave raised an eyebrow and smiled, then took Spencer's free hand. "All right, where's the bedroom?"

Reid's eyebrows drew together and lifted, then he licked his lips and led the way. "Tell me again why we need the roses."

"They're pretty." Dave didn't intend to tell Spencer anything. He knew he was being a rotten bastard by teasing, but it was fun, after the way Spencer had so easily eroded his will-power.

"Pretty isn't a need," Reid said, turning once they were in his bedroom and leading Dave toward the bed backwards, holding his gaze.

Dave smirked. "Lie down," he ordered, taking the roses from Spencer. He set them on the bedside table and drew out one. He wavered about Spencer's pants, but decided not to say anything. He had a feeling they'd come off soon enough, anyway.

Reid swallowed and watched Dave for a moment, still slightly confused, but he obeyed Dave's request anyway and climbed onto the bed. He settled on his back, watching Dave. "You're being intentionally obtuse," he pointed out.

Dave's smirk widened. He sat on the edge of the bed and tapped Reid's nose lightly with the rose. "Yes, I am."

Reid frowned at Dave and pressed his lips into a thin line.

"So petulant," Dave said, brushing the rose over Spencer's mouth and down along his throat. "Do you just expect me to do everything the way you want it, Doctor Spencer Reid?" His voice was playful, though he was watching Spencer carefully to make sure he didn't cross the line into actually making Spencer angry.

Reid's frown weakened at that, and he swallowed at the tickle the soft touch sent through him. "Might be nice, Special Agent Rossi," he murmured.

"That's Senior Supervisory Special Agent Rossi," Dave said, smiling and trailing the rose down further, brushing it over Spencer's chest. "And we can't always get what we want."

Reid snorted a small laugh. "I thought you wanted to do nice things for me," he said, but his voice was going a little breathy. "And have I mentioned you have a big head lately?"

Dave's smirk fell apart and he laughed, gazing warmly at Reid. "Oh, I'm going to be nice to you," he promised, letting the petals slide teasingly across one nipple. "You just have to be a little patient."

Reid's breath hitched as the rose grazed the sensitive skin, and he bit his lip. "I'm twenty-seven," he argued, sliding his hand up Dave's thigh to hook it in the front of Dave's pants.

Dave's eyebrows went up. "What does that have to do with anything?" he asked, more breathlessly than he'd meant to thanks to Spencer's hand. "Though it's nice to know I'm not actually twice your age yet."

"I mean that while I might not exactly be at my sexual peak anymore, patience still isn't exactly easy," he managed, and he pulled open Dave's pants one handed, seeing as how Dave hadn't protested.

"God," Dave said, which wasn't what he'd meant to say. He stared at Spencer's hand for a moment, then jerked his gaze back up and trailed the rose down to tease around his belly button. "You are bossy and spoiled," he pronounced, his voice sounding altogether too warm for the words.

Reid jerked a little, the tickle becoming a little too much at first, but then he smiled and relaxed into it. "Not spoiled," he breathed, but his eyes fluttered shut and his hand stilled inside the waistband of Dave's boxers. "Mmm."

"Just bossy, then," Dave said. "We'll work on the spoiled part." He smiled slowly and stroked the rose back up to flutter over Spencer's face.

Reid sucked in a breath, but didn't open his eyes. "Told you I'm not," he murmured. He squirmed slightly, wanting more touch, and pushed his hand inside Dave's boxers all the way. "You are such a tease."

Dave let out a strangled noise and shifted to give Spencer better access. "Exactly. So we'll work on that. Someone should be spoiling you." He smiled and trailed the rose back down Spencer's chest. "And if I'm a tease, you're a minx."

Reid snorted and then laughed. He finally opened his eyes to smile at Dave, amused. "Do you mind that about me?" he asked, drawing his fingertips lightly along Dave's cock. God, he was touching David Rossi's cock!

Dave's breath caught in his chest. "If I did, I'd hardly tell you now, would I?" he managed. He shifted again. "I hope I'll be able to keep up with you."

Reid curled his fingers around Dave and stroked lightly, his eyes closing again at the little thrill that sent through him. He should be waiting for Dave to touch him--doing this to Dave was making him ache for more--but he couldn't make himself stop touching. "Kiss me," he murmured.

Dave let out a soft groan. "What if we do something about your pants first?" he suggested, tracing the skin just above Spencer's waistband with the rose.

Reid moaned softly at both the words and the feather-light touch. "Can we not do both?" he whispered.

Dave chuckled breathlessly. "Not if you're also touching me like this. I can only concentrate on so many things at one time, Spencer." He undid Spencer's belt, then his button, watching him hungrily.

Reid smiled and slipped his hand out of Dave's boxers, then reached down to pull open his own zipper. He wasn't much for putting himself on display. Regardless of what Dave said, he never felt all that sexy. But the expression on Dave's face was too good, so when he hooked his thumbs in his pants to push them down, he did it slowly, inching down over each hip and keeping his gaze on Dave's face.

Dave couldn't tear his eyes away from the teasing, inch-by-inch revelation of Spencer's body. Pale skin, lean hips, God he was gorgeous. And hard. It almost seemed unbelievable that the beautiful young genius could actually want Dave Rossi. Dave gripped the edge of the bed to keep from reaching out and hurrying Spencer up. "Now who's the tease?"

"I'm not used to being looked at like that," Reid murmured, and when he reached his knees, he kicked his pants and underwear to the floor and ran a hand over Dave's stomach. His other hand slid over his own erection, unable to get enough of the way Dave's gaze was devouring him.

"God," Dave murmured. "I can't imagine why." He slid down so he could press a soft kiss to Spencer's knee.

Reid laughed softly, the sound affectionate as he watched Dave. "Mm'not a Capricorn."

"Huh?" Dave ghosted his breath across Spencer's skin, shifting to lick teasingly.

"Erogenous zones in Capricorns include the knees," Reid said, reaching down to sift his fingers through Dave's hair. "I'm a Libra," he added, but sucked in a breath and the feel of Dave's tongue anyway.

Dave laughed softly and ran his nose down the inside of Spencer's calf. "What are the erogenous zones in Libras, then?" Dave asked.

"Small of the back, buttocks," Reid said. "Light pinching, and, ah, spanking... I've, never actually attempted that last one." He licked his lips. "That feels good, though." No one had ever touched Reid like this before, and he felt a little overwhelmed, but it was good. Very good.

Dave's eyes widened and he glanced up at Reid speculatively. "Spanking. Somehow I doubt I'd be comfortable with that. But the rest of it..." He kissed Spencer's ankle and drew back. "Roll over."

Reid made a little noise between excitement and frustration. "You're going to kill me."

Dave smiled. "I'm not trying to." He stroked a hand up Spencer's leg. "Roll over," he repeated.

Reid drew a long breath, then rolled over, groaning at the pressure against his cock once it was pressed against the mattress. "Dave," he murmured.

Dave's smile lingered as he touched the sole of one foot with his rose, then ran it up along the inside of Spencer's leg, circling a hip to reach the small of his back. "God, you are gorgeous. Look at those long legs." He stroked the rose down the other leg, watching to make sure he didn't get kicked.

This was torture. Reid shivered as the petals moved over him. "God," he moaned, and shifted against the mattress. "Dave," he whimpered.

"Hmm?" Dave shifted to kneel straddling Spencer's legs, then leaned down to place a slow, wet kiss over his spine. "Spencer."

"Oh, God," Reid moaned, the heat of Dave's tongue and lips sending jolts of desire through him, his hips jerking slightly against the bed. He reached up with both hands to grip the slats of his headboard.

Dave hummed. "So it's true." He moved lower, toward the base of Spencer's spine, taking his time.

"I don't know," Reid panted, having a hard time catching his breath. "No one's ever..." He swallowed hard, and then whimpered again.

"Really?" Dave smiled and nipped very gently at the gentle swell where Spencer's back met his ass.

Reid's breath hitched and he moaned again, then pressed back against Dave's lips. "Mmm, are you trying to make me beg?"

"No, Spencer, I'm trying to make you feel." Dave dropped the rose and stroked his palms up Spencer's legs until he reached his hips. "I want you to feel just how much I want you, how beautiful I find every part of you." He slid his tongue along Spencer's tailbone, then blew across the wet skin.

"I believe you," Reid whimpered, his tone going a little higher. He closed his fingers tighter around the headboard slats, hissing at the coolness of Dave's breath across his wet skin. "You're-- mmm."

"Mmm?" Dave moved lower, his tongue teasing into the valley of Spencer's ass, his hands stroking up to his ribs and then back down. He listened carefully to Spencer's breathing, hoping he would recognize if Spencer decided he didn't like this.

Reid breath went ragged as soon as he realized what Dave was doing. That was incredible... and a little weird, but the little taste of it Reid got was intoxicating, the feel of Dave's tongue there. "You're-- you--" Reid started, but he just made a strangled, lusty noise and stopped trying to talk.

Dave hummed a question but didn't stop. Instead he stroked one hand down Spencer's hip as his tongue circled Spencer's entrance. His hand worked between Spencer and the bed, then curled around his cock.

"Fuck," Reid panted, and then moaned the word a second time before burying his face against the pillow. He canted his hips up to give Dave's hand more room, which pushed him up against Dave's mouth a bit more. It wrenched another moan from him, muffled against the sheet. Dave was doing things to him that Reid didn't even know were possible, driving an intensity of pleasure through him Reid had never felt. "Dave!" he gasped.

That reaction sent a thrill of pleasure through Dave, knowing how much Spencer was enjoying this. He made a noise of acknowledgment and pressed his tongue flat against Spencer's hole in a broad stroke. His hand began to stroke slowly, barely more than teasing.

Reid could feel the heat creeping into his face at what Dave was doing to him, but it felt too good to care that it felt more than a little naughty. The heat was spreading through his entire body too, and it was almost embarrassing how quickly the need for release was building in him at this treatment. "So--good! Unnghh-- if you don't fuck me, I'm going to come like this," he said, his voice strained with pleasure.

Dave licked one more time, slowly, just to tease, then shifted up and kissed Spencer's back. "Do you want me inside you, Spencer?" he asked quietly, his hand still stroking.

"Yes, yes," Reid panted, and pushed back against Dave. He turned his head and pulled open the bedside table's drawer, his hand shaking from the rush of want. "Please!"

Dave took the lube from the drawer, his brows drawing together. "Condom," he murmured, when he didn't immediately see any.

"I'm-- I--" Reid made a little noise of frustration, because he knew Dave was right. "Somewhere. It's been a while," he murmured, and then shifted to dig through the drawer himself.

Dave set the lube down by his knee and rubbed his palm lightly on Spencer's back, wanting to maintain contact as well as reassure him.

"Uhm," Reid murmured, feeling suddenly a little flustered. He was going to scream if he couldn't find one. "I was expecting to still be hating you," he breathed.

Dave leaned down and kissed Reid's hip. "It didn't take me long to realize how much I missed you."

That settled Reid a little, and he blew out a little breath, his hand steadying as he looked through the drawer. "Where, ah, where exactly would you shoot me if I told people you're actually a nice guy?" he asked, and then found a condom buried in the back of the drawer and pulled it out. It wasn't in a box, but it wasn't expired either. Reid looked over his shoulder and held it out, smiling softly at Dave.

"I'm an asshole, and you won't ever tell anyone any different," Dave ordered him, but he leaned in and kissed Reid hungrily.

Reid's leaned back against Dave's chest, sitting back on his heels, and deepened the kiss. "Mmm, blackmail," he whispered. "I believe you were about to fuck me until I screamed," he added against Dave's lips.

"I don't think I promised any such thing," Dave said. He tore open the condom packet and rolled it on carefully. "You're being bossy again."

Reid tilted his head back and mouthed along Dave's jaw. "Do you not want that?" he said lightly, teasingly pushing.

Dave groaned quietly, looping an arm around Spencer's waist again. "Screaming is optional," he murmured, reaching for the lube with his free hand. He slicked a finger and slid it unerringly to Spencer's entrance, pressing just enough to make his presence known.

Reid gasped softly, and then let out a little moan. "Yes," he whispered.

"God, you're incredible," Dave whispered. "Do you know how enjoyable it is to touch you when you react like this?" He pressed his finger inside, lowering his lips to Spencer's neck.

Reid let out a little noise of want and pushed back. "Mm'glad you... God, Dave, you're incredible."

Dave laughed softly and sucked on Spencer's neck, working his finger carefully inside him. "Sexy," he murmured, adding a second finger after a while.

"I-- Mmm-- How--" Reid shook his head. Nothing he could think to say was very coherent, and he was having trouble breathing anyway. He licked his lips and dropped his head back against Dave's shoulder, his hand reaching back to grip Dave's hip. He rocked his hips slightly, enjoying the way Dave's fingers moved in him.

"I want you." Dave's fingers brushed Spencer's prostate lightly, then he pressed deliberately. He was achingly hard and getting impatient. "I want to be inside you."

Reid cried out softly and pressed back against Dave's hand, the warmth washing through him again. His fingers went tighter on Dave's hip, but all he could manage were little unintelligible noises of pleasure.

"I'll take that as a yes," Dave murmured, and slid his fingers out to slick his cock. "Spencer," he whispered. He nestled against him and positioned himself, but didn't actually move, waiting for a response.

"Yes, yes, yes," Reid panted finally, not even listening to himself. He nodded, mostly to himself, because he was a little nervous. He hadn't actually done this before, but he wanted Dave. "Mmm-hmm," he hummed, then added in a whisper, "Gentle. Please."

Dave brushed his lips against Spencer's ear. "Of course gentle," he breathed. He pressed slowly inside, fighting to keep his hips from jerking. He wanted to sink his length inside, seek out relief and pleasure in Spencer's body, but the most important thing right now was pleasing Spencer. Dave was without question a cranky bastard and an egotistical jerk, but one thing he had never been was an inattentive lover.

Reid's back tensed a little, his arm straightening to brace himself against Dave's hip, not letting this happen too fast. It was uncomfortable and it hurt just a little, but it would get better as he adjusted, he knew. "Talk to me," he whispered as he tried to ease himself down, wanting Dave's soothing, calm voice in his ear.

"What do you want me to say?" Dave murmured, his lips still against Spencer's ear. "Do you want me to tell you you're the most beautiful man I've ever fucked? Because that's true. You're the most intelligent, as well. You drew me in before I even realized I was in danger." His voice was warm, and he curled his fingers around Spencer's cock again, circling the head with his thumb as he spoke. "I can't imagine not having you around. I can't imagine wanting anyone but you. Spencer."

Dave's voice wasn't just calming, his words were exciting too, and then the hand circling him loosened Reid's body more. He continued sliding back, easing himself into Dave's lap, onto his cock. The hand not braced against Dave's hip moved to slide over the arm Dave still had around his waist, supporting him. "Is that... true?" he asked, his voice small and feeling suddenly more emotional than he had before, almost disbelieving.

"Of course it's true," Dave said, his brows drawing together and his voice hitching at the wave of pleasure Spencer's movements sent through him. "You make me smile. You teach me things. You excite me." He flicked his thumb across the head of Spencer's cock and shifted his hips just a little.

Reid moaned when Dave shifted, and suddenly realized with a jolt that he was sitting back against Dave, Dave fully inside him. He rolled his hips slightly, gasping at the feel of Dave inside him and Dave's fingers around him. "God, David. Mmm'not... hurting you, am I?" he panting, belatedly wondering if this was the best position on the knees of a more than middle-aged man.

Dave's eyebrows shot up and he swatted playfully at Spencer's ass. "I'm not that old," he complained, and bucked his hips to prove it.

Reid gasped, but was surprised at how good that felt now that his body was starting to adjust. "I thought you said you weren't going to spank me," he murmured, smiling a bit, his voice starting to sound a little more normal again, though it was laced with pleasure.

"Damn," Dave muttered, and nipped at Spencer's jaw. "See what you do to me? Drive me completely to distraction." He gave another, more deliberate thrust, though he was still gentle.

"Good," Reid murmured, dropping his head slightly as Dave moved, his hair spilling around his face. "Keep moving. God..."

"Nnh." Dave obeyed, trying to start a steady rhythm and match it with his hand. It wasn't easy. It had been a long time since he'd had sex of any kind, and longer since he'd been with someone as responsive and exciting as Spencer. "Spencer, you feel so good," he managed, his breathing going ragged.

"You too," Reid managed, and for a moment he let Dave move inside him, just trying to let his body relax a little more. It wasn't long before sensation started to overwhelm him and he shifted back, starting to move against Dave. "Dave," he bit out between gasps for breath. "Yes."

"God!" Dave could feel his control eroding as his pleasure built. He stroked faster, twisting his wrist with each movement. "So beautiful, so hot, God, Spencer--" His eloquence was obviously eroding along with his control, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Nnnnngh!" Reid sounded out, then pivoted his hips with each downward movement. "Fucking wonderful," he breathed, feeling his body start to peak, his previous stimulation catching up with him. Which reminded him... "Didn't know... I could feel... so..." He swallowed, his throat dry.

"So much?" Dave supplied breathlessly. His thrusts came harder as he felt himself nearing climax. He wouldn't last much longer, and at this point he was straining for release. "Gorgeous, wonderful."

"Yes... So much," Reid panted. "Didn't know... I could feel... like this." He wasn't sure he should be saying things like this, but he also seemed completely incapable of stopping his lips from forming the words. And then Dave was pushing into him harder, and a new jolt of pleasure sparked through his entire body. "Yes!" he cried out, arching against Dave and dropping his head back against Dave's shoulder. "M'so close!" he said, starting to feel weak from the sheer strength of sensations and emotions running through him.

"Beautiful, Spencer," Dave panted, his hand working faster. "Come for me. Come for me, Spencer!" He wanted Spencer to come first, wanted to know Spencer was satisfied.

Dave's words shot through Reid like electricity. "Dave, Dave," he panted, turning his head to press his face to Dave's neck, and then the sensation overwhelmed him all at once. He came hard, crying out and spilling over Dave's hand, spasming with pleasure against Dave's body.

"God, yes," Dave gasped, pleased. He slid his arm up around Spencer's waist and drove deeper into him, thrusting hard several times before pleasure overwhelmed him, too, and he came, groaning Spencer's name. He slumped back on his heels, breathless, holding Spencer close.

The little noises of pleasure were still slipping from Reid's lips with each heavy exhalation as Reid tried to catch his breath. He slumped back against Dave's chest, his skin damp against Dave's, and closed his eyes, his body humming.

"You are so beautiful," Dave whispered, stroking his fingers lazily over Spencer's skin. He turned his head to kiss him softly. "Thank you, Spencer."

"Me?" Reid managed to ask. Dave still inside him was strange, but Reid was reluctant to move. He swallowed hard and pressed kisses along Dave's jaw.

"For this. For everything." Dave smiled and sighed contentedly. "We should lie down."

"I don't think I can move," Reid murmured. "God, that was so worth yelling at you for."

Dave chuckled and shifted them both, sliding out of Reid. He wrapped the condom in a tissue and dropped it in the trash can under the nightstand, then wiped Spencer off. "I guess stamina comes with age," he teased, and kissed Spencer slowly.

"Or maybe you just fucked the life out of me," Reid whispered, and tugged Dave close.

"Right." Dave snorted and wrapped his arms around Spencer, settling down next to him. "That was fantastic, by the way," he murmured. He closed his eyes, enjoying this closeness. "Even if I did want to at least wait until our second date."

"Was this a date?" Reid murmured, kissing Dave slowly. He snuggled up close to Dave, hooking his leg between Dave's. "You're 0 for two, by the way."

"Mmm, I don't think this counts, no," Dave replied. "And what do you mean by that, exactly?"

"Arguments. I've won both." Reid grinned and kissed Dave's throat.

Dave scowled. "That's because I'm trying to argue with an evil genius," he muttered. "Stop being smug at me." He stroked his fingers lazily up Spencer's spine.

Reid laughed, and pulled Dave closer. "Maybe it's my turn."

"Well, you could use a little more ego," Dave agreed, brushing his lips across Spencer's forehead. He opened his eyes again, looking fondly at him.

Reid returned the gaze, even though his body was starting to ache a little from Dave being inside him. It wasn't a bad ache, just a strange one. "I'm not so sure we'd work if I had much more."

"Hmm. You should have figured out by now that I do better when I'm yelled at occasionally."  Dave's lips curled. "I'd tell you to ask Aaron, but he's never got these results from me." He lifted a hand to stroke over Spencer's cheek. "You realize what I want isn't something casual. I do tend a little to the jealous side, and at my age...well, I want something long-term, Spencer."

Reid looked at Dave for a moment, unsurprised, though a smile smile formed on his lips anyway. He sort of liked the idea of someone being jealous over him, and he wondered if that was selfish. "Good. I don't like the idea of being walked away from," he murmured.
"That is not going to happen," Dave promised. He shook his head faintly. "You really discussed this with Aaron."

Reid breathed a laugh, though he felt relieved. He wasn't sure he believed Dave wouldn't leave him. Dave did have three ex-wives, and Reid had been left before by people he cared about. But Reid really couldn't do anything but try to trust Dave's word. "He talked to me. I tried to dodge the subject, but..." He gave Dave a look, his mouth pulling to the side. "He's impossible to lie to when he looks at you like he does."

"Isn't that the truth?" Dave kissed Spencer's nose. "I'm glad he's okay with this. I wouldn't like retiring from the FBI again already, but if he asked us to end this relationship, I'd do it." He stroked his fingers through Spencer's hair, his eyelids lowering. "I've never known anyone I enjoyed as much as I enjoy you."

Reid snorted softly. "I haven't forgotten your three ex-wives," he said, but his voice and expression were warm.

"Sadly, I haven't either," Dave said, then made a face. "All right, that isn't fair. Kay and I were married twelve years, and our situation ended much like Aaron and Haley's. The FBI is hard on relationships. She and I still keep in touch, Christmas cards mostly, but we parted friends." He rolled onto his back, tugging Spencer with him. "Rita was a rebound relationship, and I shouldn't have married her, but I thought I could make it work. I couldn't."

Reid tilted his head at Dave, curious, but curled an arm around him. He couldn't help but feel a little relieved, even if he knew he shouldn't. "And the third?"

Dave sighed. "Debbie was..." Debbie still hurt, even though it was years ago. It wasn't that he missed her; it was hurt pride, plain and simple. "Debbie was a police detective who had read my books. She's intelligent and ambitious, and a good detective. And once we were married, I found out she expected me to get her a position with the FBI. God help me, I considered it. I quite frankly didn't want to fail at a third marriage. But in the end..." He shrugged. "She's a good detective. But she's not FBI material. And I'm apparently not husband material."

Reid's lips parted, and he wished that he hadn't asked, though he knew it would have gnawed at him if he hadn't. After a moment, he lifted his hand to brush his thumb over Dave's cheek and turn Dave's face to look at him. He wanted to say he was sorry, but he really didn't think Dave would appreciate feeling like Reid was pitying him. He smiled a little and kissed Dave gently. "If it makes you feel any better, I can get any job I want without your help, and I would really rather not have groupies of my own."

Dave hummed into the kiss. "It's not the only time something like that has happened, but it was the only time I actually let myself be fooled into thinking she wanted me, instead of what I could do for her. Oh well, it was years ago. I've been happily single since then, and had no idea that might change, until I met this brilliant, beautiful young creature who insisted he actually liked me for me." He smiled crookedly. "Poor boy."

"Mmm," Reid hummed, then climbed over Dave to straddle his hips and kiss him more fully. "Hope he survives it," he murmured. "On the plus side, I hear you're a pretty good lay. Or... are rumors of your prowess greatly exaggerated?"

Dave let out a surprised noise and ran both hands up Spencer's back. "I don't know, you'd have to ask him," he said, smirking.

Reid hummed a little laugh, and then kissed Dave again. "I've never actually had a relationship before," he whispered, and kissed Dave again.

"I noticed you didn't answer that question," Dave pointed out. He slid his arms around Spencer, holding him down against his chest. "I'm not sure I'm really the best person for you to learn from, in that regard," he murmured. "But I'm sure as hell not letting you get away."

Reid smiled. "I like you," he whispered. "I think you're good for me."

"I hope I am," Dave said. He stroked his fingers through Spencer's hair. "You said you hadn't been with a man before," he ventured after a while, thinking about the comment about not having had a relationship, either.

"Nnn-mmm, I haven't," Reid hummed, suddenly far more interested in continuing to kiss Dave than following this line of logic.

"Mm." Dave broke the kiss gently. "Have you been with anyone before?" he asked.

Reid gave Dave a slightly uncomfortable look. "Sort of. Yeah. I have." He kissed Dave again.

Dave raised his eyebrows. "Sort of? Did I just deflower you?" He kept running his hands over Spencer's skin, hoping Spencer wouldn't take clarification as rejection or criticism.

Reid breathed a nervous laugh. "Not exactly." He gave a little shrug. "Ah, things were... sort of hazy for me... for a little while."

"Spencer, can you be a little more specific?" Dave asked quietly. "I'm not trying to be judgmental, but I really don't want to push you beyond your comfort level or blunder into a sensitive area somehow."

Reid relaxed against Dave and pressed his face against Dave's neck. "Did you hear about what happened in Georgia? Tobias Hankel?" He waited for Dave to nod. "I was really, ah, sort of messed up after that. I don't... remember much of it."

Dave frowned and started running his fingers through Spencer's hair. "I heard about some of it--that an FBI agent was kidnapped.  I found out later it was you. I didn't hear..." Dave turned his head to kiss Spencer's temple. "Did he assault you, or was it the post-traumatic stress?"

Reid tried to let Dave's fingers sifting through his hair relax him, but it wasn't working very well. "Both," he whispered. "I died, actually, for a minute or so. But he, ah, gave me CPR." It struck Reid a moment later what Dave was actually asking. He pulled back to look at Dave. "I mean, he didn't... touch me. Not like that. None of them would have done that," he whispered.

"God," Dave said, stroking his palm down Spencer's back. "None of them..." He shook his head, remembering what he'd heard about Hankel's three personalities. "God." It was easier to deal with victims when they weren't someone you cared about personally.

Reid breathed a soft, sad laugh, and managed a smile that wasn't much happier. "Religious nutbag, a junkie and an archangel. Would have been an interesting tea party, if it wasn't for everything else about it."

Dave laughed, but he held Spencer more tightly. "Thank God you're strong enough to come through something like that."

"I guess I was," Reid said, relaxing back down against Dave.

"You are," Dave assured him. He smiled faintly and rolled them to their sides so he could curl himself around Spencer's body. "You'll tell me if there are ever things you don't want, or that you don't like." It wasn't really a question so much as an order. "I want to make you happy."

"I like everything you do to me," Reid murmured, and stroked his hand along Dave's side. "Are we still talking about sex?" he asked after a moment, his lips quirking to the side.

Dave snorted. "Well, communication improves every aspect of a relationship, I've been told." He traced a fingertip along Reid's lower lip, watching him warmly.

"Okay," Reid murmured, then caught Dave's fingertip between his teeth and swirled his tongue around the tip.

Dave laughed. "God, if you're ready for another round, you're on your own," he said. "I'm too old for that." He hooked his leg around Spencer's.

Reid pulled away a moment, curling his fingers around Dave's wrist to keep his hand where it was, to ask, "No amount of convincing will work?" He sucked Dave's finger back into his mouth, holding Dave's gaze.

"Mmm, well, you've got to give me more time to recover, anyway," Dave said, his eyelids lowering. "Insatiable creature."

"We're going to have to work on this turn around time. It's been fifteen minutes," Reid teased, scraping his teeth along Dave's fingers.

Dave took a long breath and narrowed his eyes, though he was amused. "Age happens to everyone," he said. "Be nice. In fact, why don't you get an old man something to drink?"

Reid grinned and leaned in to kiss Dave, a slow, but hungry kiss. "What do you want?" he whispered, then kissed Dave again and slid off the bed, dragging the blanket that was folded at the bottom off and up around his shoulders to wrap around himself.

Dave tried to snag the blanket so he could look at Spencer, and made a disappointed noise when he missed. "My Coke is probably still out on the bookcase."

"You've already seen it," Reid said. "I'm not walking around my apartment naked." He headed down the hallway and found their Cokes, which were warm. He stuck those back in the fridge and came back down the hall with two cold ones, then settled in bed, wrapping the blanket over both of them.

"Why not?" Dave asked as soon as he got back.  He slid a hand down to rest on Spencer's hip and kissed him. "I like looking at you."

"You'll get to look plenty," Reid breathed. "I'm just not. Civilized people shouldn't just walk around naked."

Dave shook his head, mock frowning at him. "Beautiful people can do whatever the hell they want and call it civilized," he said, and took a sip of Coke.

Reid made a grumpy noise and put his Coke on the nightstand unopened in favor of licking at Dave's throat.

"You're cute when you're being petulant," Dave said, and tilted his head back to give him better access.

Reid stopped and moved away, glaring playfully for a moment and then closing his eyes, drawing a deep, content breath.

Dave smiled and pulled Spencer close. "Will you have dinner with me Friday night?" he asked.

Reid wrapped his arms around Dave and pressed his cheek to Dave's collar bone. "Like a date?" he murmured, knowing he sounded a little too pleased, but not caring.

"Yes, exactly like a date," Dave said, his smile widening.

"Yeah," Reid breathed, lifting he head to kiss Dave, smiling too.

"Good. Think about where you'd like to go."

"I get to pick?" Reid asked, settling again. "Mm'okay. But if you're not going to do wicked things to me again, I'm going to sleep first."

Dave hummed and stroked his hand down Reid's back. "You've got a few days to figure it out."

*****

The week went quickly after they flew out for a case on the west coast. Dave felt better now that he and Spencer could work together again, though he ended up spending most of the case assisting Emily. Still, he was warmed by the approving look he occasionally caught on Hotch's face, and in general things felt normal again. Of course, the stolen kisses in elevators and evenings together in the hotel were new, but even they felt normal, easy. All the same, Dave was glad they managed to wrap up the case and fly home again Friday morning.

He didn't know if Spencer had decided where they were going, so he'd made reservations at a nice restaurant just in case. He was more than willing to change their plans if Spencer had picked somewhere, but he wanted to be prepared.

At six o'clock he was knocking on Spencer's apartment door, feeling an odd anticipation.

Reid had nearly forgotten about his date with Dave after the case, and he certainly had forgotten that he was supposed to pick somewhere. When he got home, he walked in to find the orange roses slumping in the cup where he'd left it on his nightstand and frowned in disappointment. And then immediately smiled again when he remembered what tonight was.

He wondered if he needed to wear a tie or not, then opted to wear one, mostly because he always felt a little awkward without one on rare occasions that he didn't, and padded out to answer the door in a button up shirt, tie, and y-fronts when he heard the knock, knowing it would be Dave.

Dave smiled in greeting as the door swung open. Then his eyes widened as he registered that Spencer wasn't exactly dressed. "You, uh...wow." His gaze slowly drifted back up to Spencer's face. "Usually I wouldn't expect to see your underwear until after the date," he teased.

Reid stepped aside and let Dave in so he could shut the door before someone walked by, then grinned and kissed Dave. "You told me I should learn to walk around my apartment naked. I'm taking baby steps," he said, which wasn't true in the least. He just hadn't wanted to make Dave wait.

Dave grinned back, sliding an arm around his waist. "Works for me," he murmured, and kissed Spencer slowly. "Should I have worn a tie?" he asked when he pulled back.

Reid's eyebrows lifted, and he tried to swallow the small surge of apprehension. "Should I have not?"

"You look good," Dave assured him. "I just didn't know if I should have dressed up more for wherever we're going."

"Where are we go-- Oh! I... I forgot." He leaned in and kissed Dave again, then pulled away to walk down the hall to get dressed now that he was starting to feel weird in his underwear while Dave was fully dressed. "Where should we go?"

Dave chuckled. "We can go anywhere you want," he said. "Do you have anything in mind?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I did," Reid said, tugging on a pair of pants and then shoving his shirt tails inside. As much as he appreciated the idea that Dave wanted to "spoil him", he felt silly suggesting someplace too romantic. "Mm, Italian?" he asked, poking his head out the door of his bedroom top give Dave a questioning look.

"Italian is always good, in my opinion," Dave said, smiling. "I know a good place, if you don't have one in mind." He even had reservations.

Reid pulled on his shoes and went back down the hall, kissing Dave hungrily once he reached him. David Rossi, Reid had realized, was incredibly addictive. He'd known that before they were together, but being allowed to kiss and touch Dave had made Reid crave it more and more. "No, you pick," he breathed.

That was highly convenient. "Letting the Italian-American pick? You are a genius," Dave said, brushing his fingers through Spencer's hair. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured between kisses.

"You're sexy," Reid returned. "I like more than just Italian food," he murmured, and pressed Dave against the wall. God, he wasn't going to care if they ate anything at all if they kept doing this.

Dave snickered and kissed Spencer one last time, then pushed him gently away. "Occasionally I wonder what Morgan or JJ would say if they knew just how wanton you are," he teased. He slid his arm around Spencer's waist and guided him to the apartment door.

Reid brushed his hand over Dave's shoulder, his fingers going into Dave's hair as they walked. "It could upset the delicate balance of the team." He paused a moment, then frowned at Dave thoughtfully. "Why just Morgan and JJ?"

"Mmm, they just seem like they'd be the most surprised," Dave said, smiling. He opened the door and glanced over at Spencer. "You'll drive, won't you? I want to ride in your car."

"Where is it?" Reid asked, still stuck on the statement before it, but wanting to find out if he should consider driving before he went back to that.

"Here in town, the south part of downtown." Dave looked imploringly at him.

Reid looked at Dave for a long moment, but Dave didn't usually give him that look. "Fine," he murmured, and locked up the apartment, heading for his car. "You don't think Hotch would be surprised?"

"Well, you did say he gave you the okay to continue seeing me," Dave said, glancing sideways at him. "Which would imply that he realizes you're more than capable of keeping a hot-blooded Italian interested."

Reid considered that for a moment, then inclined his head to concede the point, shrugging. "Prentiss?"

"Hmm. Emily has hidden depths. I imagine she expects everyone else on this team does, too."

Reid snorted and got in the car, reaching over to pop Dave's door open from inside. "Everyone on the team does," Reid said. It wasn't always a good thing, actually, but Reid didn't want to think about that.

"Well, true," Dave agreed, getting in and inspecting the car with admiration. "This is gorgeous. Where on earth did you find it?"

"I, ah, I inherited it. In a sense." Reid shrugged. He started the car, taking a moment to mess with the clutch the way he had to to get it moving. The transmission was touchy on the best of days. "It was my mom's. It wasn't actually running. It hadn't been running for years when I got it."

"You do the work yourself?" Dave asked, running his fingers along the dash. "That's a nice image, you bent over the hood with a smear of grease on your cheek." He gave Spencer a slightly wicked look.

Reid turned to give Dave a mock glare, then turned his eyes back to the road. "I actually did," he said. Looking back, it had been a bit like doing penance for locking his mother away. "I'm, ah, not the handiest, though, which might be why the clutch is still screwed up and it idles weird, but it hasn't died on me in a few months, so I consider that a minor victory."

Dave gave him an impressed look, ignoring the self-deprecation in Spencer's tone. "I'd call it a major victory. I wouldn't know the first thing about fixing up a classic beauty like this. Hell, I haven't even changed my own oil in a couple of decades. But." He smiled. "I do have a cousin who's a mechanic, and he drives a '74 Plymouth Barracuda. So, you know, he might know something about old cars."

"Ooh, sweet car," Reid said. Sometimes, he still couldn't believe he'd somehow managed to actually get into cars of all things, but he'd done it by 'necessity' and discovered he actually liked it. "Coup or convertible?"

"Convertible. Had it since we were in college. He's a year younger than I am, one of my best friends growing up." Dave smiled, getting a little nostalgic. "He married a Jersey girl and dropped out of college, learned mechanic skills from her dad." He glanced over at Spencer. "He'd like you. Of course, he judges everyone by the car they drive, but still."

Reid listened, turning when Dave pointed. It was sometimes almost painfully apparent how different his childhood and family had been from most people's, and he found himself a little jealous as Dave spoke, but when Dave finished he laughed. "That might be the only way a mechanic from Jersey might ever like me."

Dave's smile widened. "Hey, Georgie isn't so bad. He was majoring in computer programming, actually. Back when computers, you know, filled entire buildings. He used to carry these boxes of punch cards around campus, got really out of sorts if someone happened to, say, knock the box out of his hands and get the cards out of order..." He gestured toward a road that was so small it almost looked like an alley. "Parking's in back there."

Reid made a face, but then squinted where Dave pointed before he could reply, and carefully pulled down the little road. "Is he as technically illiterate as you are now?" he asked, not managing the teasing tone he was aiming for as he drove.

Dave's eyebrows rose. "I beg your pardon? I have a cell phone." He tried to look offended. "And word processing software on my computer."

Reid snorted and pulled into an open spot that was as far away from the other cars as he could find. "Hey, you are using an operating system more recent than MS-DOS, right?" he asked, failing to hide his grin.

"Windows 3.1 is perfectly adequate," Dave said, glaring at him. He was running Vista, actually, and hating it with a passion, but he might as well play along. "Did you want me to take you out for dinner or bicker with you?" He climbed out of the car and went around to open Spencer's door for him.

Reid was jiggling the keys to get them out, but his eyebrows shot up when his door opened without any effort on his part. He ducked his head out to look at Dave, a slow smile crossing his face, and then ducked back in to get the keys out. When he slipped out of the car, he slid his hand down Dave's arm to his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Can't we do both?" he asked, but he sounded a little overwhelmed by the gesture.

Dave smiled. "Right answer. You've dated an Italian before, haven't you?" He leaned up to kiss Spencer quickly. "Come on, let's see if Louis can get us a table."

"I've never dated before," Reid said, letting Dave lead the way. "So far, so good," he added with a little self-deprecating smile. He squeezed Dave's hand and then let it fall loose enough that Dave could drop it without guilt if he wanted to.

Dave studied him for a moment, then tugged at Spencer's hand. "Well, come on. Louis probably has a very good red for special occasions like first dates."

Reid was inordinately pleased when Dave didn't let go, but he moved a little closer to Dave as they walked. "Do you know these people?"

"Sure, it's the best Italian in town." Dave looked up at him. "Why?"

Reid looked at Dave for a moment as they walked, his lips pulling to the side. He wasn't quite sure how to explain, so after a moment, he just gave Dave a questioning look and squeezed Dave's hand again, not loosening his grip right away this time.

After a moment it struck Dave what Spencer was trying not to say. He opened his mouth, studying Spencer's face. "What, you think I'd want to hide this? Us? Spencer, you're beautiful. You make me happy. I'm proud to be here with you."

Reid stared at Dave for a moment, and he couldn't stop how happy those words made him, or the smile that grew on his lips. "You don't think it's..." weird? He swallowed the last word. There were a lot of weird things about their relationship and about them as a couple, and as much as he knew not a single one of those things mattered, he was still awkward enough in social situations without the added weirdness. Still, he liked it that Dave was proud to be with him, that Dave wanted to be seen with him. Reid more than liked it. He turned his hand and laced his fingers with Dave's, then leaned in to kiss him. He'd get used to this. Eventually. And he might as well start working on it. "Okay," he whispered.

"I think life is too damn short to throw away happiness," Dave said. He curled his free hand around the back of Spencer's neck, pulling him down for another kiss. "Now come on, we have a first date to go on.”

The Place You Least Expect (3/3), Reid/Rossi, NC-17

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