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geekystudmuffin2009-05-31 06:25 pm
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The Triangular Theory of Love (2/3), Morgan/Reid/Hotch, NC-17
Title: The Triangular Theory of Love (2/3)
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innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Morgan/Reid, eventual Morgan/Reid/Hotch
Rating: NC-17
WC: ~21,300
Warnings: Threesome
Summary: Morgan and Reid are happy in their relationship...but they've both been watching someone else.
Part One
Things weren't necessarily better the next day, but at least they weren't worse, Derek thought. He woke earlier than usual and stared up at the ceiling, wondering if Aaron would still be on the couch. He'd had a lot to drink last night. Derek hoped he was still there. After a while he extracted himself from Spencer's arms, smiling at the way his lover always tangled himself around him like a clinging vine. He smoothed Spencer's hair back and kissed his temple softly, then climbed out of bed. Spencer had gotten used to Derek getting up ahead of him to go for his morning run, so he didn't usually wake.
After a side trip to the bathroom, Derek went out to the kitchen, clad only in his boxers. He started coffee brewing and then stuck his head out to the living room. Aaron was asleep on his back, his mouth open, looking more vulnerable than Derek could ever remember seeing him. Derek sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, wondering how they could have done things differently last night.
When he had enough coffee brewed for a cup, he poured one for Aaron and carried it out to the living room. He placed a hand on Aaron's shoulder and shook him lightly, watching his face. Aaron woke quickly, though he was obviously slower to register what he was doing with a mostly-naked Derek leaning over him.
"I made coffee. I thought you could use some," Derek said.
Aaron frowned, but sat up and scooted back against the arm of the couch. "Thanks," he murmured. He'd slept in his undershirt; sleepy and tousled was a good look on him. Derek licked his lips, watching him. After a couple of sips, Aaron sighed. "Go ahead, I know you have something to say."
Derek sat on the edge of the couch, looking earnestly at him. "I think your saying no last night was a good idea," he said, and watched the surprise on Aaron's face edge into the beginnings of an I-told-you-so. "Not for the reasons you think," Derek said then. "But because we were all drunk, and I think that we'd be far better off sober when we do this for the first time."
"We're not going to do it," Aaron said. He looked down at the blankets.
"Aaron, I want you. I wasn't lying about that. Spencer wants you, too. Spencer and I are in love, and we're committed to each other, but we've both agreed that...if you wanted to be a part of our relationship, we'd both like that. We love each other, but we both care a lot about you. Admire and respect you. And we want to see you happy."
"And you're so sure that being a third wheel would make me happy?" Aaron countered.
"Not a third wheel," Derek said. "Maybe Spencer and I got started ahead of you. But he's had feelings for you since he joined the BAU, and I...well, I'm pretty much the same. We can't deny those feelings, and we can't make them go away. If you really want nothing to do with this, fine. We'll walk away and on Monday things go back to usual between us at work. But I wish you'd think about this more before giving us a final answer."
Greatly daring, he lifted a hand to cup Aaron's cheek. "And I personally would appreciate it if you could make it clear to Spencer that he hasn't lost your respect." He wouldn't mind hearing it himself, for that matter. He let his hand fall back to his lap.
Aaron sighed and met his gaze. "Neither of you have lost my respect," he said quietly. "I'm...very confused about this, Derek. And there is the unavoidable fact that I'm the SAC, and this really is inappropriate, in terms of working together. I don't think it's a good idea. But...I'll think about it some more."
Derek nodded. "That's all I can ask." He smiled at Aaron and was encouraged when he got a faint smile in return. "I'm going for a run. There's more coffee in the kitchen. Spencer's still asleep, but he'll wake up if you take him coffee. Feel free to use the shower if you want."
He headed to the laundry room, where he dressed in his running clothes, then grabbed a bottle of water and gulped down half of it before heading out into the morning.
Aaron sat on the couch for a while, the feeling of Derek's fingers lingering on his face. It was sort of ridiculous, but for the longest time, the only thing he could think was that Derek knew exactly how he took his coffee. Eventually though, his mind wandered to the way it had felt to kiss Spencer. He'd lost himself in that kiss drunkenly, and then panicked when Derek had reminded him there was a third person involved.
It had been good though. Very good, and it had been a long time since Aaron felt like he was truly wanted. He'd never allowed himself to consider his team as anything more than friends and colleagues, but Spencer and Derek were attractive. Aaron liked and respected them both very much, as well, and if Spencer and Derek could keep their working relationship stable and be together, then maybe...
Aaron slumped further into the couch and rubbed his fingers over his forehead. "This is a mistake," he muttered, but he pushed off the couch and went to fill another cup of coffee anyway. He knew how Spencer took his coffee just as well as Derek knew his.
He tapped his knuckles lightly on the mostly open door when he reached Morgan's bedroom, but Spencer didn't stir, so after a moment, Aaron sighed and crossed the room. He put the cup down on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. Spencer drew in a deep breath and rolled toward him without opening his eyes.
"Y'r sweet," he mumbled, then fumbled a hand blindly out of the blankets to grip Aaron's arm and pull. Spencer's chin was tilted up as if he expected a kiss, his hair tangled around his face, and for a split second Aaron debated giving him the kiss Spencer was asking for.
But it was intended for Derek, and Aaron knew it. "Thanks," he replied, and Spencer's eyes opened.
A brilliant, sleepy smile crossed Spencer's face. "You're still here," he murmured, and then seemed to remember how things had ended last night, and the smile started to fade.
"Derek bribed me with coffee," Aaron said, smiling faintly. "And I didn't want to leave without making it clear to both of you that...regardless of what happened last night, I will always consider you and Derek two of the finest men I know. Nothing changes that." The tousled hair in Spencer's face made Aaron want to brush it back, just for an excuse to touch him. It caused a little ache in his chest. Now that that door had been opened, he wasn't sure if he would be able to make himself close and lock it again, the way it had been for years.
Spencer nodded slowly, then dropped his hand off Aaron's arm, which only made the ache a little worse.
"That's the point," Spencer mumbled. He pushed up clumsily in the covers to lean back against the headboard. He'd, apparently, gone to sleep in his clothes the night before.
"I don't follow," Aaron prompted.
"You're the finest man we know," Spencer said, rubbing his eyes. He dragged his fingers through his hair to brush it out of his face, but it didn't look any more tidy than it had when Aaron first walked in. "And nothing could change that." Spencer shrugged, and picked up his coffee. "And that's why we..." Spencer trailed off. "I'm sorry. You've probably made up your mind."
He blew across the top of the mug, then took a sip, and Aaron watched him for a long moment. Spencer was avoiding his gaze now, and Aaron knew that in the light of day, without alcohol in his system, Spencer couldn't bear to watch Aaron just leave after what had happened.
"Enough sugar?" Aaron found himself asking.
"Perfect," Spencer whispered.
"Derek asked me to give the matter more thought," Aaron said softly. He looked down at the blanket. "I'm not promising that my answer will be any different from last night. I have to wonder if you've both thought out all the possible complications, or how this would destroy the Behavioral Analysis team if things went wrong. It's quite possible I could lose my job over it, and the two of you might be severely reprimanded and quite possibly end up reassigned to opposite ends of the country." He rubbed a hand over his face and then through his hair, thinking he ought to get it cut again. "I can't deny that the idea is tempting. In the sober light of morning, I'd expected it to sound like a worse idea. Instead I want to think of a way I could make it work."
He glanced up and found Spencer watching him, lips parted, with a hopeful expression that made Aaron's heart thump painfully.
"I'm not giving a final answer either way yet," Aaron said finally. "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't make any more attempts to persuade me. Just...give me some time to think it over."
Spencer opened his mouth wider, looking like he had something to say, but then just closed it. "Okay," he said after a long pause, and took a sip of his coffee. "And we thought about all of that before we ever started dating, by the way. It would just be a little more complicated with three people." He lifted his hand as if he were about to touch Aaron, then aborted the gesture awkwardly before they actually touched.
Aaron smiled before he could help himself. "I can't really imagine you throwing yourself into something impulsively," he admitted. "Morgan would, of course, because no matter what he pretends, he's motivated more by his heart than his mind." He shifted, wondering how long would be outstaying his welcome. "Do you mind if I ask...how the two of you got together?"
"Um..." Spencer looked up and gave Aaron a wry smile. "I, ah, drunkenly pushed him into the laundry room of Prentiss' apartment at the Christmas party last year." He snorted, and took another sip of his coffee, then lifted a finger to make a point. "And that wasn't impulsive, either, no matter how it sounds; I'd been trying to get his attention in more traditional ways for a year before that. Sometimes, with Derek, you have to remember that subtlety is not always the winning route."
"At the Christmas party?" Aaron repeated, laughing. "I thought you two had left. Has Prentiss known all this time, then, or were you more discreet than that?" Trying to remember the Christmas party, he thought he'd asked Dave where the other two men had gone, but when Dave shrugged, he hadn't made an issue of it. Spencer had been rather drunk; Aaron had simply assumed Derek had taken him home.
Spencer laughed, and looked at Aaron, his gaze warm. "Oh, no, she knew. Well, she figured it out pretty quickly when she walked on me trying to get Derek's shirt off." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I will never, ever drink Schnapps again. That stuff is from the ninth circle of hell; it has to be. Right there with Judas in Satan's mouth."
Aaron shook his head, grinning at both the image and the joke; Spencer didn't joke enough, in his opinion. "She did a good job keeping your secret. I didn't suspect anything until this autumn." He should have, but it hadn't exactly been a good year for him, either personally or professionally. He'd been off his game, and he knew it. He'd never appreciated his team more than he did these days, knowing they'd held together while he was trying not to come apart at the seams. After a moment he sighed. "I should probably get going," he said quietly.
The smile faded off Spencer's face then, and he put his coffee down. "I sort of wish you wouldn't, but..." He sighed, then shifted under the covers to get out, nudging Aaron's thigh with his foot until Aaron moved enough to let him.
"I really need some time and space to think this over," Aaron said, standing up. It was true. He didn't want to leave. He wanted more than anything to climb in bed with Spencer and be waiting when Morgan got back from his run. But that desire was exactly what told him he needed to go. It wouldn't do any of them any good if he gave in to temptation without fully thinking this through.
You're insane to be thinking about it at all, said a voice in the back of his head, but he ignored it.
Spencer stood too, and started to walk Aaron to the front door. "I know," he said. "Somehow, I have a feeling you're not going to let me kiss you goodbye, either." There was something funny about Spencer's tone, like he was trying to joke but not quite getting it out that way. "If I never get to do it again, I'd rather the one I have to remember not have such a disastrous ending as the one last night."
Aaron felt a jumpy fluttering in his stomach. He took a long breath. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," he temporized, wanting desperately to say yes and knowing he should say no. "And it's quite possibly against the rules for us to kiss without Derek here."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed. "I know that you wanted to kiss me last night, and I know that that wasn't how you likely wanted that to end. I also think I could drag you back to bed with me, and as long as we didn't do more than kiss, Derek would be more than happy to find us there together when he got back."
Aaron felt Spencer's fingers curl around his hand, and he wondered when Spencer had gotten so close. Aaron licked his lips and drew in a long breath. It was uncommon to see Spencer so confident in himself outside of work. It was incredibly sexy. "Spencer..." He shook his head. "I shouldn't. I...This is...Damn it." He gave in and leaned in to press his lips to Spencer's.
Instantly, he knew he'd made the wrong choice. Kissing Spencer the night before had been amazing, but kissing him now nearly undid Aaron. His nerves weren't comfortably numb with drink, and when Spencer drew his tongue along Aaron's lip, it sent thrills of lust through Aaron.
"Aaron," Spencer whispered, then parted his lips against Aaron's, pulling him close as he deepened the kiss, taking Aaron's breath away. God, he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't wrap his arms around Spencer, relishing the feel of the slender body against his. He shouldn't let his tongue slide against Spencer's. He definitely shouldn't be burying his fingers in Spencer's hair. A shiver of pure desire went through Aaron and he finally pulled away, breathing hard.
"I..." He licked his lips, still tasting Spencer's sweet coffee. "I should go," he said raggedly.
Spencer was panting softly too, his eyelids lowered as he looked at Aaron. His lips were pink and glistening, and he looked every bit like he could easily shove Aaron against the wall and ravage him right here. Which was a shocking look on Spencer, and one that made Aaron want to give in right now.
Spencer's expression didn't change, but he did nod breathlessly after a few long moments. Then he leaned in for another brief kiss, this one almost too teasing after the last. "Okay," he whispered belatedly.
God, you're sexy, Aaron thought, but just managed to bite the words back. His chest was still heaving as he tried to catch his breath. This was confusing and difficult...and giving in seemed like such an easy option. Instead he managed a faint smile and lifted a hand to brush Spencer's hair back behind his ear. "I'll see you Monday," he promised, and let himself out of the house.
Spencer stood there and stared at the inside of the door for a long moment, until he heard Aaron's car start and pull out of the driveway, then he slumped against it. "God," he moaned, telling his body to calm down, unable to wipe the grin off his face. That had been promising. More than promising. Spencer didn't think he was wrong that Aaron hadn't wanted to leave.
Spencer just had to trust that that kiss would be good enough.
He was fairly confident it was, though, and by the time Derek got back from his run, Spencer was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, smiling stupidly and humming under his breath.
Clooney always burst into the house first on the days when Derek took him along. The dog had more energy than a toddler. He barked as he raced once around Spencer, then over to his water dish. Derek came in a little more slowly and did some stretches against the bar. "You look pretty damn pleased with yourself," he observed after a while. "Did you tie Hotch up and stick him in our bed?"
"For all intents and purposes," Spencer answered, beaming at Derek. "In the sense that the actions that I took on this very morning should effect change that will lead to that end result." He turned back and flipped the eggs in the pan a little more. "Probably without the bondage, though."
Derek sighed and came up behind Spencer to give him a sweaty kiss. "Talk English. It's early." His voice was affectionate, though, and Spencer knew Derek was just teasing. "So what did you do that's going to effect change?"
Spencer kissed Derek again before his answered. "I talked him into a goodbye kiss that I don't expect he's going to forget anytime soon." He grinned at Morgan. "You know that look I give you that you always tell me could melt steel?"
Derek's brows went up. "Uh-huh."
"I put it to good use."
"So while I was out running, you and Hotch were making out," Derek said, watching him. His expression was flat enough that for a moment Spencer's excitement faltered...but then Derek lost control of his expression and a slow grin spread across his face. "Damn, I wish I could have seen that."
Spencer grinned again and kissed him. "I think Garcia would rate it as 'smokin'," he whispered. "Now go take a shower. You stink."
"Oh, that's nice," Derek grumbled, but he headed down the hall. "You'd better have breakfast ready when I get back, pretty boy!"
"You'd better hurry up, or there'll be none left when you get back," Spencer called back, then turned back to the stove, grinning from ear to ear.
Part Three
Authors:
innerslytherin and severity_softlyPairing: Morgan/Reid, eventual Morgan/Reid/Hotch
Rating: NC-17
WC: ~21,300
Warnings: Threesome
Summary: Morgan and Reid are happy in their relationship...but they've both been watching someone else.
Part One
Things weren't necessarily better the next day, but at least they weren't worse, Derek thought. He woke earlier than usual and stared up at the ceiling, wondering if Aaron would still be on the couch. He'd had a lot to drink last night. Derek hoped he was still there. After a while he extracted himself from Spencer's arms, smiling at the way his lover always tangled himself around him like a clinging vine. He smoothed Spencer's hair back and kissed his temple softly, then climbed out of bed. Spencer had gotten used to Derek getting up ahead of him to go for his morning run, so he didn't usually wake.
After a side trip to the bathroom, Derek went out to the kitchen, clad only in his boxers. He started coffee brewing and then stuck his head out to the living room. Aaron was asleep on his back, his mouth open, looking more vulnerable than Derek could ever remember seeing him. Derek sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, wondering how they could have done things differently last night.
When he had enough coffee brewed for a cup, he poured one for Aaron and carried it out to the living room. He placed a hand on Aaron's shoulder and shook him lightly, watching his face. Aaron woke quickly, though he was obviously slower to register what he was doing with a mostly-naked Derek leaning over him.
"I made coffee. I thought you could use some," Derek said.
Aaron frowned, but sat up and scooted back against the arm of the couch. "Thanks," he murmured. He'd slept in his undershirt; sleepy and tousled was a good look on him. Derek licked his lips, watching him. After a couple of sips, Aaron sighed. "Go ahead, I know you have something to say."
Derek sat on the edge of the couch, looking earnestly at him. "I think your saying no last night was a good idea," he said, and watched the surprise on Aaron's face edge into the beginnings of an I-told-you-so. "Not for the reasons you think," Derek said then. "But because we were all drunk, and I think that we'd be far better off sober when we do this for the first time."
"We're not going to do it," Aaron said. He looked down at the blankets.
"Aaron, I want you. I wasn't lying about that. Spencer wants you, too. Spencer and I are in love, and we're committed to each other, but we've both agreed that...if you wanted to be a part of our relationship, we'd both like that. We love each other, but we both care a lot about you. Admire and respect you. And we want to see you happy."
"And you're so sure that being a third wheel would make me happy?" Aaron countered.
"Not a third wheel," Derek said. "Maybe Spencer and I got started ahead of you. But he's had feelings for you since he joined the BAU, and I...well, I'm pretty much the same. We can't deny those feelings, and we can't make them go away. If you really want nothing to do with this, fine. We'll walk away and on Monday things go back to usual between us at work. But I wish you'd think about this more before giving us a final answer."
Greatly daring, he lifted a hand to cup Aaron's cheek. "And I personally would appreciate it if you could make it clear to Spencer that he hasn't lost your respect." He wouldn't mind hearing it himself, for that matter. He let his hand fall back to his lap.
Aaron sighed and met his gaze. "Neither of you have lost my respect," he said quietly. "I'm...very confused about this, Derek. And there is the unavoidable fact that I'm the SAC, and this really is inappropriate, in terms of working together. I don't think it's a good idea. But...I'll think about it some more."
Derek nodded. "That's all I can ask." He smiled at Aaron and was encouraged when he got a faint smile in return. "I'm going for a run. There's more coffee in the kitchen. Spencer's still asleep, but he'll wake up if you take him coffee. Feel free to use the shower if you want."
He headed to the laundry room, where he dressed in his running clothes, then grabbed a bottle of water and gulped down half of it before heading out into the morning.
Aaron sat on the couch for a while, the feeling of Derek's fingers lingering on his face. It was sort of ridiculous, but for the longest time, the only thing he could think was that Derek knew exactly how he took his coffee. Eventually though, his mind wandered to the way it had felt to kiss Spencer. He'd lost himself in that kiss drunkenly, and then panicked when Derek had reminded him there was a third person involved.
It had been good though. Very good, and it had been a long time since Aaron felt like he was truly wanted. He'd never allowed himself to consider his team as anything more than friends and colleagues, but Spencer and Derek were attractive. Aaron liked and respected them both very much, as well, and if Spencer and Derek could keep their working relationship stable and be together, then maybe...
Aaron slumped further into the couch and rubbed his fingers over his forehead. "This is a mistake," he muttered, but he pushed off the couch and went to fill another cup of coffee anyway. He knew how Spencer took his coffee just as well as Derek knew his.
He tapped his knuckles lightly on the mostly open door when he reached Morgan's bedroom, but Spencer didn't stir, so after a moment, Aaron sighed and crossed the room. He put the cup down on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. Spencer drew in a deep breath and rolled toward him without opening his eyes.
"Y'r sweet," he mumbled, then fumbled a hand blindly out of the blankets to grip Aaron's arm and pull. Spencer's chin was tilted up as if he expected a kiss, his hair tangled around his face, and for a split second Aaron debated giving him the kiss Spencer was asking for.
But it was intended for Derek, and Aaron knew it. "Thanks," he replied, and Spencer's eyes opened.
A brilliant, sleepy smile crossed Spencer's face. "You're still here," he murmured, and then seemed to remember how things had ended last night, and the smile started to fade.
"Derek bribed me with coffee," Aaron said, smiling faintly. "And I didn't want to leave without making it clear to both of you that...regardless of what happened last night, I will always consider you and Derek two of the finest men I know. Nothing changes that." The tousled hair in Spencer's face made Aaron want to brush it back, just for an excuse to touch him. It caused a little ache in his chest. Now that that door had been opened, he wasn't sure if he would be able to make himself close and lock it again, the way it had been for years.
Spencer nodded slowly, then dropped his hand off Aaron's arm, which only made the ache a little worse.
"That's the point," Spencer mumbled. He pushed up clumsily in the covers to lean back against the headboard. He'd, apparently, gone to sleep in his clothes the night before.
"I don't follow," Aaron prompted.
"You're the finest man we know," Spencer said, rubbing his eyes. He dragged his fingers through his hair to brush it out of his face, but it didn't look any more tidy than it had when Aaron first walked in. "And nothing could change that." Spencer shrugged, and picked up his coffee. "And that's why we..." Spencer trailed off. "I'm sorry. You've probably made up your mind."
He blew across the top of the mug, then took a sip, and Aaron watched him for a long moment. Spencer was avoiding his gaze now, and Aaron knew that in the light of day, without alcohol in his system, Spencer couldn't bear to watch Aaron just leave after what had happened.
"Enough sugar?" Aaron found himself asking.
"Perfect," Spencer whispered.
"Derek asked me to give the matter more thought," Aaron said softly. He looked down at the blanket. "I'm not promising that my answer will be any different from last night. I have to wonder if you've both thought out all the possible complications, or how this would destroy the Behavioral Analysis team if things went wrong. It's quite possible I could lose my job over it, and the two of you might be severely reprimanded and quite possibly end up reassigned to opposite ends of the country." He rubbed a hand over his face and then through his hair, thinking he ought to get it cut again. "I can't deny that the idea is tempting. In the sober light of morning, I'd expected it to sound like a worse idea. Instead I want to think of a way I could make it work."
He glanced up and found Spencer watching him, lips parted, with a hopeful expression that made Aaron's heart thump painfully.
"I'm not giving a final answer either way yet," Aaron said finally. "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't make any more attempts to persuade me. Just...give me some time to think it over."
Spencer opened his mouth wider, looking like he had something to say, but then just closed it. "Okay," he said after a long pause, and took a sip of his coffee. "And we thought about all of that before we ever started dating, by the way. It would just be a little more complicated with three people." He lifted his hand as if he were about to touch Aaron, then aborted the gesture awkwardly before they actually touched.
Aaron smiled before he could help himself. "I can't really imagine you throwing yourself into something impulsively," he admitted. "Morgan would, of course, because no matter what he pretends, he's motivated more by his heart than his mind." He shifted, wondering how long would be outstaying his welcome. "Do you mind if I ask...how the two of you got together?"
"Um..." Spencer looked up and gave Aaron a wry smile. "I, ah, drunkenly pushed him into the laundry room of Prentiss' apartment at the Christmas party last year." He snorted, and took another sip of his coffee, then lifted a finger to make a point. "And that wasn't impulsive, either, no matter how it sounds; I'd been trying to get his attention in more traditional ways for a year before that. Sometimes, with Derek, you have to remember that subtlety is not always the winning route."
"At the Christmas party?" Aaron repeated, laughing. "I thought you two had left. Has Prentiss known all this time, then, or were you more discreet than that?" Trying to remember the Christmas party, he thought he'd asked Dave where the other two men had gone, but when Dave shrugged, he hadn't made an issue of it. Spencer had been rather drunk; Aaron had simply assumed Derek had taken him home.
Spencer laughed, and looked at Aaron, his gaze warm. "Oh, no, she knew. Well, she figured it out pretty quickly when she walked on me trying to get Derek's shirt off." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I will never, ever drink Schnapps again. That stuff is from the ninth circle of hell; it has to be. Right there with Judas in Satan's mouth."
Aaron shook his head, grinning at both the image and the joke; Spencer didn't joke enough, in his opinion. "She did a good job keeping your secret. I didn't suspect anything until this autumn." He should have, but it hadn't exactly been a good year for him, either personally or professionally. He'd been off his game, and he knew it. He'd never appreciated his team more than he did these days, knowing they'd held together while he was trying not to come apart at the seams. After a moment he sighed. "I should probably get going," he said quietly.
The smile faded off Spencer's face then, and he put his coffee down. "I sort of wish you wouldn't, but..." He sighed, then shifted under the covers to get out, nudging Aaron's thigh with his foot until Aaron moved enough to let him.
"I really need some time and space to think this over," Aaron said, standing up. It was true. He didn't want to leave. He wanted more than anything to climb in bed with Spencer and be waiting when Morgan got back from his run. But that desire was exactly what told him he needed to go. It wouldn't do any of them any good if he gave in to temptation without fully thinking this through.
You're insane to be thinking about it at all, said a voice in the back of his head, but he ignored it.
Spencer stood too, and started to walk Aaron to the front door. "I know," he said. "Somehow, I have a feeling you're not going to let me kiss you goodbye, either." There was something funny about Spencer's tone, like he was trying to joke but not quite getting it out that way. "If I never get to do it again, I'd rather the one I have to remember not have such a disastrous ending as the one last night."
Aaron felt a jumpy fluttering in his stomach. He took a long breath. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," he temporized, wanting desperately to say yes and knowing he should say no. "And it's quite possibly against the rules for us to kiss without Derek here."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed. "I know that you wanted to kiss me last night, and I know that that wasn't how you likely wanted that to end. I also think I could drag you back to bed with me, and as long as we didn't do more than kiss, Derek would be more than happy to find us there together when he got back."
Aaron felt Spencer's fingers curl around his hand, and he wondered when Spencer had gotten so close. Aaron licked his lips and drew in a long breath. It was uncommon to see Spencer so confident in himself outside of work. It was incredibly sexy. "Spencer..." He shook his head. "I shouldn't. I...This is...Damn it." He gave in and leaned in to press his lips to Spencer's.
Instantly, he knew he'd made the wrong choice. Kissing Spencer the night before had been amazing, but kissing him now nearly undid Aaron. His nerves weren't comfortably numb with drink, and when Spencer drew his tongue along Aaron's lip, it sent thrills of lust through Aaron.
"Aaron," Spencer whispered, then parted his lips against Aaron's, pulling him close as he deepened the kiss, taking Aaron's breath away. God, he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't wrap his arms around Spencer, relishing the feel of the slender body against his. He shouldn't let his tongue slide against Spencer's. He definitely shouldn't be burying his fingers in Spencer's hair. A shiver of pure desire went through Aaron and he finally pulled away, breathing hard.
"I..." He licked his lips, still tasting Spencer's sweet coffee. "I should go," he said raggedly.
Spencer was panting softly too, his eyelids lowered as he looked at Aaron. His lips were pink and glistening, and he looked every bit like he could easily shove Aaron against the wall and ravage him right here. Which was a shocking look on Spencer, and one that made Aaron want to give in right now.
Spencer's expression didn't change, but he did nod breathlessly after a few long moments. Then he leaned in for another brief kiss, this one almost too teasing after the last. "Okay," he whispered belatedly.
God, you're sexy, Aaron thought, but just managed to bite the words back. His chest was still heaving as he tried to catch his breath. This was confusing and difficult...and giving in seemed like such an easy option. Instead he managed a faint smile and lifted a hand to brush Spencer's hair back behind his ear. "I'll see you Monday," he promised, and let himself out of the house.
Spencer stood there and stared at the inside of the door for a long moment, until he heard Aaron's car start and pull out of the driveway, then he slumped against it. "God," he moaned, telling his body to calm down, unable to wipe the grin off his face. That had been promising. More than promising. Spencer didn't think he was wrong that Aaron hadn't wanted to leave.
Spencer just had to trust that that kiss would be good enough.
He was fairly confident it was, though, and by the time Derek got back from his run, Spencer was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, smiling stupidly and humming under his breath.
Clooney always burst into the house first on the days when Derek took him along. The dog had more energy than a toddler. He barked as he raced once around Spencer, then over to his water dish. Derek came in a little more slowly and did some stretches against the bar. "You look pretty damn pleased with yourself," he observed after a while. "Did you tie Hotch up and stick him in our bed?"
"For all intents and purposes," Spencer answered, beaming at Derek. "In the sense that the actions that I took on this very morning should effect change that will lead to that end result." He turned back and flipped the eggs in the pan a little more. "Probably without the bondage, though."
Derek sighed and came up behind Spencer to give him a sweaty kiss. "Talk English. It's early." His voice was affectionate, though, and Spencer knew Derek was just teasing. "So what did you do that's going to effect change?"
Spencer kissed Derek again before his answered. "I talked him into a goodbye kiss that I don't expect he's going to forget anytime soon." He grinned at Morgan. "You know that look I give you that you always tell me could melt steel?"
Derek's brows went up. "Uh-huh."
"I put it to good use."
"So while I was out running, you and Hotch were making out," Derek said, watching him. His expression was flat enough that for a moment Spencer's excitement faltered...but then Derek lost control of his expression and a slow grin spread across his face. "Damn, I wish I could have seen that."
Spencer grinned again and kissed him. "I think Garcia would rate it as 'smokin'," he whispered. "Now go take a shower. You stink."
"Oh, that's nice," Derek grumbled, but he headed down the hall. "You'd better have breakfast ready when I get back, pretty boy!"
"You'd better hurry up, or there'll be none left when you get back," Spencer called back, then turned back to the stove, grinning from ear to ear.
Part Three
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Laura.
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Anyway, I'm glad you like this! Thanks!
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But I'm glad you enjoyed this. :)
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