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geekystudmuffinTitle: The Narcissist Vs. The Schizophrenic (2/2)
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innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
WC: ~12,300
Summary: Spencer takes Dave to Vegas to visit his mother.
Notes: Betaed by the fabulousresolucidity.
This is part of the "Conscious of Our Treasures" universe, all of which can be found at this tag. This is part SIX. :)
PART ONE
Spencer's favorite restaurant turned out to be noisier than Dave would have expected, but they played good music, and the food was excellent without being too pricey. Trust a born-and-bred Vegas boy to know places like this that were off-off-Strip and catered more to locals than tourists.
"Good choice," Dave told Spencer as they lingered over dessert.
"Thanks," Spencer said, pushing his ice cream around with his spoon. He'd been quiet and thoughtful since they'd left the sanitarium. "You know, I have put on a few pounds since we've been together."
Dave tilted his head, not following, until he remembered how Diana had kept telling Spencer he was too thin. Dave didn't bring up that following Spencer's last injury, Spencer had lost a lot of weight again when the painkillers had started to lead him back down the road of addiction. He was probably only back to the weight he'd been at before that.
Spencer shrugged. "You feed me better than I was feeding myself, and statistically most people gain weight when they're in a satisfying relationship."
"Is that because we spend so much time on dates eating out, or what?" Dave asked, grinning at him.
Spencer shook his head. "Most people, women especially, actually gain weight after marriage because the pressure to look good to attract a mate is gone." Dave snorted, and Spencer's lips quirked. "In my case, I think it's because you make sure I don't forget to eat."
Dave laughed. "Well, there is that," he said. "I love food too much to let you get wrapped up in your studies and theorizing." He curled his fingers loosely around Spencer's. It was funny, after as long as they'd been together, that he still found himself thanking God that he'd gotten this lucky at his age.
"I'm just thankful I don't have to live with Mama Rosa," Spencer said, squeezing Dave's hand.
The mental image that brought was too much. Dave shook his head. laughing. "You'd gain six sizes in the first month," he said, and grinned. "I think for your own safety, I'd better keep you."
Spencer laughed quietly, then his grin went a little mischievous, and he lowered his voice and leaned in. "I have to admit, I'd miss the sex."
Dave laughed. "Yeah, I definitely need to keep you."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, then gave Dave's hand a little tug.
*****
They paid, and Spencer started driving back to their hotel without asking where Dave wanted to go. Their dinner had eased their nerves a little, he knew, but not enough, and driving Dave around after leaving the sanitarium had been oddly draining.
As soon as the door was shut behind them, Spencer stripped off his shirt and tie. He wrapped his arms around Dave from behind when Dave reemerged from the bathroom. "Take me to bed," Spencer ordered, his voice low in Dave's ear.
Dave made a noise that sounded pleased. "That sounds like an order," he murmured, leaning back into Spencer's embrace, but not moving.
"Why aren't you doing it, then?" Spencer breathed, nipping lightly on Dave's earlobe.
He felt Dave's chuckle. "Wanted to make sure you know what you're getting into, trying to order me around." He pressed back against Spencer, his ass providing delicious pressure against Spencer's growing arousal.
Spencer slid a hand over Dave's hip and pressed against him more, holding in a little noise of satisfaction. "Whether I order you around or not, I usually win, so you might as well just give in and do what I tell you to."
Dave was silent for a moment, then grunted. "Not worth arguing about," he decided, and turned, wrapping his arms around Spencer. "Come to bed, then," he said, and guided Spencer in that direction.
"Good," Spencer said. "I really didn't want to have to use force, Agent Rossi," he added, but he couldn't manage to keep a straight face as he finished. He leaned in and kissed Dave hungrily before he could reply.
Dave laughed against Spencer's mouth, his arms tightening. "You're a disturbing young man," he teased, pressing Spencer down on the bed. "What else do you want?" he murmured, climbing on the bed and straddling Spencer's hips.
Dave's hands were already roaming Spencer's naked chest, brushing over his nipples. Spencer smiled. "First, I want you to get undressed."
Instead of speaking, Dave nodded and obeyed, his gaze staying on Spencer's the whole time he was unbuttoning his shirt. Then he backed off the bed, still watching Spencer. He undressed efficiently, but somehow he made it sexy, the way he never looked away, telling Spencer with his gaze that he was undressing for him.
Spencer was trying not to get too excited--he was supposed to be the one giving orders right now--but he was already achingly hard. "Now me," he said, his voice breathy.
"But you're half naked already," Dave complained, but he stroked his fingers down Spencer's chest and curled them into the waist of his pants. He made short work of the rest of Spencer's clothes, and then he climbed back over Spencer, watching him expectantly. "What now? Should I call you Sir? Master?" There was an ironic edge of his voice, but he was breathing fast. It made Spencer wonder.
Spencer grinned, and curled his fingers around Dave's cock, shrugging lightly. "Only if you want to." He ran his thumb over the head as he tried to decide what he should do. "Call me whatever you want to."
Dave shivered, his hips thrusting shallowly in an automatic response. "Just trying to figure out what you want," he said. "Sir." He raised his eyebrows, then shook his head. "But not 'sir', I hope. That's a little weird."
Spencer snorted. "Come up with something," he told Dave, then tilted his head. "Go get my tie."
Dave's eyebrows went up. "Your tie?" He didn't argue, though. He went over to where Spencer's tie was draped over a chair, then came back with it. "Why your tie?" he asked, teasing it across Spencer's thigh.
Spencer snatched it away and sat up. "Lie down," he said, "On your back." He waited for Dave to obey, then straddled him. "You haven't come up with something to call me yet?"
"Besides a delightful pain in the ass?" Dave murmured, bucking his hips a little. "I guess it'll have to be Sir, because nothing else is coming to mind."
"Mm," Spencer hummed. 'Sir' did sound weird, though, but it didn't really matter. Spencer shifted a little to align his cock with Dave's and wrapped his tie around them, tying them together lightly, then leaning down to kiss Dave hungrily.
Dave groaned into the kiss, his arms sliding around Spencer as their tongues stroked against each other. When the kiss broke, Dave was panting. "What is this?" he murmured.
Spencer frowned at him. "What do you mean?"
"What're you doing?" Dave asked. He didn't look upset as he glanced down at their erections, but he did look confused, perhaps.
"Nothing at the moment," Spencer said, his frown deepening.
Dave hummed, then lifted a hand to brush away the line between Spencer's eyebrows. He always did that when he thought Spencer needed to stop thinking too much. "Okay."
Spencer stopped frowning, but pursed his lips at Dave. "I can untie us," he suggested.
"No, it's okay," Dave assured him. He kissed Spencer slowly. "I'll stop asking questions."
Spencer smiled against his lips. "Okay," he murmured when he pulled away. He kissed down Dave's neck, thrusting lightly against Dave. The extra friction the tie created was interesting, and he sucked in a breath and did it again. "Do you trust me?" he breathed, biting Dave's skin lightly. "Completely. Like this." He knew the answer was yes, but he felt compelled to ask before he continued.
Dave's breath shuddered in and he nodded. "Of course I do. Completely." His words were quiet, but his gaze was unwavering on Spencer's.
Spencer nodded slowly, then slid his hands up Dave's sides. He reached Dave's arms and pushed up, nudging them over his head, and curled Dave's fingers around the headboard slats. "I thought you were calling me 'Sir'."
Dave shivered. "I'm sorry, Sir," he murmured. "I'll make it up to you." He lifted his hips a little, gasping.
Spencer couldn't help laughing softly. "Okay, that is weird. Nevermind." He grinned and untied the tie from their cocks and leaned up to wrap it around Dave's wrists. He thought he saw a little concern in Dave's eyes, so Spencer kissed him softly. "Give me a minute," he murmured, then sat up to finish what he was doing.
He wrapped it firmly around Dave's wrists after he stopped holding the slats, then around between them. If he were actually going to tie it, it would have been hard to get out of. Instead, Spencer pulled it around the headboard slats and put the loose ends in Dave's hands, closing Dave's fingers around them. "You can just let go if you want out."
Dave took a deep breath, but he nodded. After a moment he murmured, "What is it that makes this sexy to you? I'm not arguing. I'm curious."
Spencer tilted his head. "It's..." he said, weighing his words heavily, because he knew why Dave was asking. There was an entirely different set of people who derived a different kind of pleasure from this sort of thing, and Spencer and Dave chased those people most of the time. "I like it when you give me control. Except I don't really have it. You do... But it's the gesture of trust on your part that's sexy." He stroked a hand over Dave's jaw. "And it's supposed to be sexy for you, if you'll relax. Sensory deprivation, not being able to touch me, should heighten all your other senses. If you wore a tie, I'd blindfold you too."
Dave nodded again. "I think blindfolding me would be...a little too much right off," he admitted. "Maybe next time. If this goes okay." He gave Spencer a lopsided smile. "I like it when you take control," he said after a moment. "When you're assertive, it shows me how much you want me."
"Is there ever a question of that?" Spencer asked, feeling a tightness in his chest loosen. He hadn't even realized it was there, but he felt better knowing Dave was okay with this. He bent down and started nipping over Dave's jaw.
Dave hummed. "No, but the reassurance is nice." He arched into Spencer's mouth, clearly enjoying it. "Mmm, feels good."
"Mmm-hmm," Spencer agreed. He slid a hand down and gripped Dave's ass, pulling up against him as he thrust down with a groan. "You are so fucking sexy. Sometimes I just want to jump you in completely inappropriate places." He licked a stripe up Dave's neck, then went immediately to a nipple and sucked.
Dave groaned, his body tensing as he strained for a moment against the tie. Then he exhaled, writhing gently under Spencer. "God," he gasped. "Like where?"
"In the elevators at work. In the back of your truck." Spencer flicked his tongue at the hardening nub, pleased by the reaction he was getting, even if he'd already know that Dave would feel desperate sooner than normal if he couldn't touch. "Sometimes I imagine you taking me over tables in restaurants, everyone seeing how much you want me."
"Fuck," Dave hissed. "In restaurants?" He sounded more turned on than scandalized, though. He lifted one leg, sliding his foot along Spencer's calf, then let it fall again at a stern look from Spencer. "Sexy."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, sliding down a little to kiss Dave's stomach. "Bending me over and fucking me until the table's creaking and I've pulled the tablecloth nearly off, then coming on the small of my back." He lifted back up and kissed Dave again, then slid off the bed to go get lube.
Dave made a noise of complaint. "Where are you going? Hurry." He didn't release his grip on the tie, though, so Spencer decided he must be enjoying it more than he'd expected to. Spencer glanced over at Dave and realized he was being watched. "Do you want to fuck me?" Dave asked.
Spencer stared at him for a moment. "I wasn't planning on it," Spencer said. Apparently Dave was enjoying it, but maybe he was more apprehensive than usual. "Do you want me to?"
Dave wiggled. After a moment Spencer realized it was a shrug. "You said once that you wanted to, but it's never come up again. I just wondered."
"It's not anything I need," Spencer said. "I'd like to, but I'm satisfied with the way things are." He climbed back onto the bed. "I just thought that you seemed to like it when I massaged your prostate before." He kissed Dave. "And then I was planning to sit on your cock and ride you." He decided with Dave 'tied up', maybe it would be best to tell Dave what he was planning in advance from now on.
"God," Dave breathed, watching him hungrily. "I love it when you do that. You look so hot." He kissed Spencer back. "Your face is always so intense."
Spencer smiled and kissed Dave, pulling back enough that Dave could barely reach him so that the kisses were more a tease than anything. He slid back between Dave's legs, planting open mouthed kisses along Dave's inner thigh and purposely not touching his cock. "I love you," he murmured, because it was an important assurance with Dave like this, and circled a slicked finger around Dave's entrance.
Dave groaned, pressing his body down into Spencer's touch. "Fucking tease," he growled, but he sounded pleased by that fact. Dave always seemed to enjoy doing the teasing, so it made sense that he might like getting it in return. "God, I love you."
Spencer hummed an amused noise, then slid his finger inside of Dave slowly. Dave made a little noise and arched against the bed, but seemed comfortable. Spencer was glad at times like this that his fingers with thin. He pushed in and found Dave's prostate, pressing against it. "I haven't even started teasing yet."
That got a noise from Dave that sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Dave's eyes fell closed, then he pried them open to watch Spencer. His tongue flickered out to wet his lips. "Feels good," he murmured.
"Good," Spencer whispered, circling his finger a little. "This okay?" He kissed Dave's thigh, then nipped lightly at his knee.
"Mmnh," Dave replied. After a moment he coughed and then groaned again. "Yes, yes, Spence."
Spencer smiled and leaned in to press a kiss against Dave's balls, then he drew his nose along Dave's cock, nuzzling it. He wondered if he could get away with a second finger, since he wasn't preparing Dave to take his cock. He ran his lips along Dave's shaft without actually doing much, then ducked back down to lick at Dave's sack.
"Ah, yes," Dave gasped. He arched again, then pressed down. "God--don't you...mnnh, don't you want me to...to touch you?" He was panting, his eyes squeezed shut. Clearly he was getting comfortable with the situation, even if he was still asking questions.
"I want to watch you," Spencer told him. He wanted to watch Dave get desperate, actually, but he didn't think that saying that would help. "I want to see how much you want to touch me." He drew his tongue along the crease of Dave's thigh and pressed harder with his finger.
"Fuck," Dave bit out, his body jerking. He opened his eyes again, staring at Spencer. "I do. You're so sexy, knowing just how to touch me."
"I love your body," Spencer murmured. He licked at Dave's abdomen, then around his belly button. "I'd tell you I have it memorized, but I somehow don't think that would be as impressive coming from me as it sounds in movies," he added, grinning up at Dave.
Dave bit out a laugh, then twitched and sucked in his stomach, glaring at Spencer. "Didn't need to memorize the ticklish spots," he complained.
"Mmm." Spencer's eyes flicked up to the tie, and then he did it again.
"Dammit!" Dave growled, trying to pull away. "Cut that out, you little minx."
Spencer pressed his face to Dave's stomach and stifled a laugh badly, though he couldn't help but be excited that Dave seemed to have not even thought about letting go of the tie. "You're sexy," he breathed, and licked lightly at the ticklish spot again, just briefly, before sliding up to mouth at Dave's chest, his finger still circling steadily.
"God, you're mean," Dave complained. He tugged at his wrists, his expression a mixture of frustration and enjoyment. "Kiss me."
"You could ask nicely," Spencer told him gently.
"Kiss me, please," Dave said, his teeth gritted.
"I'm not sure you really want it," Spencer said, then bit at Dave's nipple. He was pushing his luck, but he had a feeling Dave sort of liked it.
"Ahh, Spencer, please," Dave managed, arching up against Spencer. "Please, kiss me."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, then slipped his finger out of Dave so he could lean up and kiss him. He pressed himself against Dave, sliding his fingers into his hair and letting Dave feel the entire length of his body for a moment after not being able to touch for so long.
Dave thrust up against him automatically, and both of them groaned as Spencer kissed Dave hard, making little hungry noises against Dave's mouth.
He felt Dave jerk against the tie again, but no touch was forthcoming. Dave whimpered into the kiss and twined a leg around Spencer's. "God, I want to touch you," Dave panted when the kiss broke. "Run my fingers through your hair and down your spine to that spot that makes you whimper. Kiss me again. Please."
Spencer made a wanting noise and kissed Dave again. God, that was tempting, and Spencer's cock was aching to be touched, but it was so good making Dave beg like this--well, as close to begging as Dave would probably get. He turned his head and kissed Dave's arm, moving up it to suck lightly at Dave's fingers. "Cheater," he muttered, when Dave lifted his head and licked at Spencer's chest, but he couldn't help the way his breath hitched.
"You like it," Dave said. "When I break the rules for you." He licked again, his tongue flickering against Spencer's nipple. "Want to curl my fingers around your cock and stroke you. Mmmm. Want to lick the backs of your knees."
Spencer sucked in a shaky breath. He should have seen this coming, but Dave had lasted so long before resorting to this unfair tactic that Spencer thought maybe it wasn't coming. Now Spencer just wanted to let Dave go. "Don't make me gag you," he whispered, and it was meant to be joking, but Dave bit him again and Spencer just wound up moaning. His fingers tightened in Dave's hair. "Fuck, this isn't part of the plan."
"You said you wanted to know how much I want to touch you," Dave countered. He was smirking faintly. "I'm just trying to tell you. I want to slide my fingertips across your balls and then smack your ass."
"God," Spencer groaned and sat back. Dave rarely brought up spanking first, and it was exciting, even if Spencer knew Dave was only saying it to get a rise out of him. "Not fair to tease about that," he said. "Do you want to be inside me or not?"
"Mmm, yes," Dave said immediately. "God, yes, I want to be inside you. I want you so much, Spence."
Spencer hummed a pleased noise, then reached for the lube. He slicked Dave's cock, then positioned himself and slid down Dave's cock slowly. It stung a little without preparation, and he bit his lip and dropped his head, his hair spilling in front of his face.
"Fuck!" Dave tensed under him, obviously trying hard not to thrust. "God, how do I do this without touching you?" He sounded plaintive but he was breathless and watching Spencer hungrily.
"Your hips still work," Spencer said breathlessly. "Mmph." He pressed his hands flat against Dave's chest and started making a little circular motion on Dave's cock. "You're not allowed to come until I say you can," he added, and met Dave's eyes.
"I what?" Dave asked, and this time he sounded horrified. "Oh fuck." He stared at Spencer, already breathing hard.
Spencer lifted an eyebrow, waiting for Dave to either agree of tell him to fuck off. Either way was fine, but he stilled and wasn't going to move again until he knew if Dave was on board.
"You're bossy," Dave grumbled finally, but he wriggled his hips under Spencer. "Fine. I'll try." He grunted. "If it's possible when I'm inside you and you're looking all wanton and sexy like that."
"Stop grouching. You love it," Spencer told him, a smile crossing his face. He lifted up and thrust himself back on Dave with a little groan, his smile dissolving in the resulting wave of pleasure.
"Love you," Dave said, but it came out sounding strangled. "Nnnh, you feel so good. So gorgeous like that. I just want to bury my hands in your hair and kiss you breathless."
Spencer slid a hand up and plucked at Dave's nipple as he continued to move over Dave. God, he wanted to be touched. He wondered if he should just touch himself, or if Dave would be up to getting him off after Spencer kept him on the edge of orgasm for as long as he hoped he could. "What else do you want?" Spencer whispered, sitting back and giving in to the desire to touch himself. He ran his fingers up the underside of his shaft, teasing himself.
Dave let out a long groan, his gaze fixed on Spencer's hand as it slid along his cock. "I want to be the one doing that right now. Circling my thumb around your head, teasing you. I want to rake my fingernails down your stomach in that way that always makes you bite your lip and whimper. God, Spence, you're so sexy."
Spencer smiled faintly and mimicked what Dave was describing, circling his thumb over the head of his cock when his other hand dragged over his stomach. He worked his thighs, lifting and lowering over Dave as he bit his lip and moaned Dave's name.
"Fuck," Dave panted, watching him with a hungry expression. "So good, yes, like that."
Spencer leaned over to pick up the lube, then slicked himself and started stroking in earnest, his fingers and hand glistening over his cock. He sat down on Dave and ground his hips in a slow, circular motion. The feel of Dave's cock moving inside him like that made him shiver and clench around Dave with a little moan.
Dave let out a long groan, his breath shuddering in his chest. "You're fucking killing me," he panted, looking at Spencer with an expression that was obviously meant to be a glare, but was too heated to be anything but pure lust. He jerked on the tie again, too. It seemed like an unconscious gesture.
"You want to touch me so bad," Spencer told him. He reached back behind him with his free hand and gave Dave's balls a gentle squeeze as he started to slide up and down Dave again.
"God, I do," Dave agreed. "Nnnh--so sexy. Ah, Spencer." His hips jerked, then he went still again, watching Spencer. "The sight of you riding me like that..." His tongue flickered out and wet his lips. "Kiss me, Spence."
Spencer shook his head, a slow smile crossing his lips. "Fuck me," he replied, stilling on Dave to let Dave thrust.
Dave groaned and closed his teeth on his lower lip, but he obeyed with obvious eagerness. His hips thrust up hard, drawing a low noise from him. He kept his gaze on Spencer's as he thrust again, setting a slow but hard rhythm that faltered every once in a while.
Each thrust sent a thrill through Spencer's body and pushed little noises of pleasure through him. He dropped his head down and bit his lip, his hand squeezing and pulling at his cock as his body clenched and responded to Dave. "Yes," he whimpered. "God, I wish you were sucking me," he added, wanting to drive Dave's need further along until Dave didn't think he could contain it anymore. "I'm imagining your lips on me right now."
Dave made an incoherent noise and thrust harder. His gaze was on Spencer's cock, watching his hand slide along his length. A trickle of sweat trailed down his chest, drawing Spencer's attention for a moment. He followed it with his gaze, then looked at the way Dave's biceps were straining. God, Dave was sexy.
"Fuck!" Dave bit out, drawing Spencer's gaze back to his face.
"You're gorgeous," Spencer panted, moving to meet Dave's thrusts. For a moment, the combined force rendered him speechless, and he just moaned loudly. "God, Dave," he gasped. "I like...." He had to take a moment to catch his breath. "I like the slide of your tongue. The way you flick it at my slit and squeeze my balls. The way you scrape your teeth just barely." He was clenching harder around Dave from his own growing excitement. "Mmph."
Dave made another wordless noise of pleasure and gasped, "Little bastard--on purpose." He didn't slow down, though his thrusts were going jerky and falling out of rhythm. He groaned and then each thrust began pulling a little grunt from his throat.
Spencer wondered how long Dave was going to hold out, and he squeezed his own cock and let go before his own body got too excited. When Dave groaned louder, a long, pleased noise, Spencer bore down and stopped his thrusting, then reached back to close his fingers around the base of Dave's cock. He squeezed firmly to block his orgasm.
He was staring at Dave's face, hardly able to breathe. "Not yet," he choked out, trembling.
"Fuck!" Dave gasped, staring at him with a mixture of frustration and wanting. "F...forgot," he said after a moment, in grudging apology. It surprised Spencer. Not that Dave forgot, but that he cared that he forgot. "Trying to kill me."
"Trying to make you desperate," Spencer corrected. He stroked his fingers over Dave's chest, then pressed them over Dave's breastbone, feeling the wild heartbeat under his hand.
"m'already fucking desperate," Dave informed him, his gaze hot on Spencer's face. "Kiss me." His voice had a pleading quality to it.
Spencer licked his lips and started moving over Dave again slowly. Dave clamped his eyes shut and groaned, and Spencer knew he had to be aching after getting that close. He reached up and trailed his fingertip over Dave's lips, and then realized with a thrill of discomfort that the control he was exerting was exciting. The sudden guilt made him stop moving, and he leaned down to give in and kiss Dave.
Dave kissed him hungrily, almost fiercely, moaning against Spencer's lips. He was taking everything he could get from this kiss, but he was also letting Spencer feel how turned on he was. He nipped at Spencer's lower lip, dragging it slowly through his teeth as he pulled back away. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice husky, as he looked up to meet Spencer's gaze again.
Spencer blinked at him for a moment, then smiled slowly, feeling a little better. Dave was obviously enjoying this. Spencer started to move against Dave again, but he didn't sit up, and his slick erection was sliding between their bodies. "You want this?" he whispered. "You like this?"
"Ah, fuck, yes," Dave groaned, watching him. "Yes, dammit, you win." He was breathless, though, and the warmth of his eyes made it obvious he didn't really mind being proved wrong about this. "God, you're sexy. Watching you fuck yourself on my cock like that was amazing." A glimmer of amusement joined the arousal in his expression. "Your body is so perfect, lean and graceful and that gorgeous long, slender cock bobbing while I thrust up into you."
Spencer's smile widened and he sat back so he was upright on Dave, doing that little grinding thing again as he curled his fingers around himself. God, he was so hard. He bit his lip and stroked, and his body had to be as near over stimulation as Dave's. "What do you want?" he asked, his eyes closed as he moved and rode Dave gently.
"God, I...anything, just..." Dave broke off with a groan, his hips rocking. "Fuck, I want to watch you come. Ride me hard and let me see you come." The muscles of his arms were straining again, the lines of his body eager.
"Mmph," Spencer moaned, and started to work his thighs to thrust himself onto Dave's cock again. The burst of need was almost instantaneous, and he bit out a sharp noise of lust. "God," he gasped, his cock sliding through his fingers. He'd wanted to keep Dave on the edge a few more times, but he wasn't sure he could do it now. Now he just wanted to give Dave what he needed.
Dave made a hungry noise, watching Spencer as he moved. He wet his lips again and let his hips jerk, jolting Spencer and sending a spasm of pleasure through him. "Ride me hard," he repeated breathlessly.
"Yes," Spencer gasped, and obliged, gasping as he moved faster and harder over Dave's cock. He glanced up at Dave through his hair, and Dave was staring at him, his body tight, his mouth open and breathing hard. Spencer made a choked noise, his hand flying over his cock faster than he could thrust now that his legs were getting tired.
"God, you're sexy," Dave panted. He began thrusting again, his movements almost harsh, but so good. All Spencer could hear was Dave's gasping breath and the slick slide of skin against skin. He could feel a trickle of sweat down his ribs. Dave whimpered. "Let me," he gasped. Spencer didn't understand at first, until Dave added, "Want to come."
Spencer's own breaths were coming in short gasps. He felt lightheaded, but he reached up and pulled hastily at the tie where it was wrapped between Dave's wrists. It didn't undo it, but Spencer growled, "Let go," and he meant it in more ways than one.
Dave cried out in relief and did. His hands flew forward to splay against Spencer's skin, the tie still dangling from one wrist. He gripped Spencer's hips, driving up into him with new desperation as he pulled their bodies closer. "God, yes, fuck," he panted, sliding one hand up to pinch sharply at a nipple, then soothing it with a thumb. Then his words stumbled into noises of pure lust as they kept moving.
Spencer gasped, almost surprised when he came first after Dave rolled his nipple between two fingers again. He cried out, his entire body quaking, his thighs clamping around Dave as Dave fucked him through his release. His hand slowed as he striped Dave's stomach with his come, and then he gasped again as he felt Dave flood him with his release, groaning Spencer's name.
Finally he slumped, breathless, against Dave's body. He felt like someone had liquefied his spine, in the best way possible. One of Dave's arms closed around him, but the other was flung straight out across the bed. Dave was panting so hard his breath gusted Spencer's hair across his face. For several minutes they just lay there, breathing together and making occasional noises that had no meaning.
Finally Dave muttered, "Haven't come that hard in years."
For a moment, all Spencer could manage in response was a whimper. Then he finally said, "Oh, God." Clearly, his brain was still recovering.
Dave made a noise that was distinctly amused, sliding his hand up into Spencer's hair and massaging with his fingertips at the base of Spencer's neck. "Thanks."
"Oh," Spencer said, kissing Dave's chest. Then he shook himself mentally. Or at least tried to. "Not sure I've ever come that hard."
"Mmm." Dave's chest rose and fell under Spencer's cheek as he took a deep breath. "C'd you get this off me." He twitched the arm that was stretched out, but didn't actually move it. "Nnh, can't move."
Spencer managed a breathy laugh, then reached out lazily. He tugged at the tie on Dave's wrists and made no progress. "'m good at that," he pointed out, then gave up for a moment.
"Obviously," Dave said, but his tone was too worn out to be sarcastic. "Should I ask where you learned it?"
"No," Spencer said, then started working the tie off. "'s wrinkled now."
Dave drew in a breath, then didn't say anything. Spencer kept working at the tie until the silence registered, then he looked up at Dave's face. which wasn't as relaxed as he'd been a moment earlier.
"What?" he asked, frowning. Shit. "Dave..." he started, but then wasn't sure what to say.
Dave met his gaze, then looked away. "Well now I want to know," he muttered.
Spencer closed his eyes and winced. He shouldn't have answered that question, but he'd been so relaxed. "No. You don't." Spencer slid off to Dave's side and rolled onto his back, sighing and suddenly feeling a lot less loose.
He could feel Dave tensing next to him. "What the fuck," Dave muttered, and Spencer couldn't exactly tell if it were a question or a general expression of annoyance. Dave didn't say anything else, but he wouldn't look at Spencer, either.
"Dave, where I learned it doesn't matter, does it?" Spencer stared at Dave's profile. "What matters is that you liked it, and I liked it, and it was totally consensual."
"Yeah, great, and I thought I was your first," Dave retorted. "And then after two years I find out...what? Where did you learn this, Spencer?" He turned his head to glare at him.
Spencer opened his mouth, staring at Dave. He wondered if Dave really wasn't following the logic, or if he was just trying to make Spencer feel bad. "You were my first," he said simply, not really wanting to have to come right out and say what he had thought they both understood a minute ago.
And then he had to watch Dave's face as it sank in, where he'd really learned it. The anger faded into bewilderment, and then he saw the spark of realization...and then there was anger again. For some reason it made him flinch, but then Dave rolled over and wrapped his arms around Spencer, pulling him close. Dave didn't speak, just held him tightly, and then let out a long sigh.
To say Spencer was confused by that reaction was an understatement. He really wasn't sure what it meant, but he held Dave back and pressed his face to Dave's neck. "Ah... should I be apologizing?"
"No," Dave said, his voice just a little husky. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have automatically assumed the worst. I guess I get pretty damn jealous about you."
Spencer wasn't sure the idea that he'd slept with someone before Dave really was worse than your lover using a knot on you he'd learned from serial killers, but he wasn't going to argue. "I like it that you're jealous," Spencer whispered.
"Sometimes it scares me how much I love you," Dave breathed. His gaze roamed over Spencer's face. "Sometimes I think if I lost you it would kill me. And that's pretty terrifying, considering our line of work." He traced a finger down Spencer's cheek.
"I know," Spencer said. Even talking about Dave's funeral had sent Spencer wanting to drink, to bury his emotions. He briefly wondered what would happen to him if Dave died. "I know."
Dave kissed him softly, almost reverently. "I don't plan on finding out," he said quietly.
Spencer smiled against Dave's lips. "Good."
***
Dave turned another page in his book and then scowled and closed his eyes. The pool area wasn't crowded, so there were no distractions, but he couldn't concentrate on his reading. He'd sent Spencer back to visit his mother alone today, despite knowing that Diana would call him a coward for not coming back. But now he was just feeling pathetic and useless, missing Spencer and wishing he'd gone, even though he and Diana obviously weren't going to get along.
He'd been trying all morning to tell himself that it didn't matter that his lover's mother disliked him. After all, most of his third wife's family had disliked him. But this was different. He supposed it was because she thought Reid was just looking for a father figure in him. He knew that wasn't the case, but he couldn't help wondering.
Oh, just quit thinking, he told himself crossly. The next time he saw a server go past, he ordered himself a tropical drink, and then he spent the next half hour sipping it before he closed his eyes and let himself drift.
He wasn't sure how long he slept, but he felt more relaxed when he woke up to the sound of his lover's voice. He shifted to roll up against Spencer, but the plastic lounge chair squeaked and he remembered they weren't in bed.
"I hope you're wearing sunblock. If I can't touch you for a week because you're burned, I might die."
Dave blinked his eyes open to see Spencer sitting on the chair next to him, facing him. He was smiling faintly and looking utterly out of place at the pool in his button up shirt and a tie.
Dave smiled and grabbed his tie to pull him in for a kiss. "Italians don't get sunburns," he said, glad Spencer was smiling. He was ridiculously cute, the way he came to the pool fully dressed. "I missed you."
Spencer laughed and kissed Dave again. "I wasn't gone very long," he murmured.
"Doesn't matter, I missed you anyway. How's your mom?" Dave really wanted to ask what she'd said about him in his absence, but he knew it was probably not very flattering, so he wasn't sure he should ask.
"She's good. She's a little off today, but nothing major." He took Dave's hand in one of his own, then took a sip of Dave's drink. He made a face and Dave laughed.
"You ought to take off some of those clothes and get your own drink," he said, grinning at Spencer. Just the thought of getting to ogle Spencer by the pool sent a lazy pulse of desire through him.
Spencer rolled his eyes. "Skinny white boys do burn."
Dave smirked. "I'll be happy to rub sunscreen all over you."
"I don't doubt that," Spencer said, pursing his lips.
"Mmm, come on, you know you want me to ogle you by the pool," Dave said, giving him a hopeful look. "Just imagine how eager I'll be to get my hands on you once you've been lounging mostly naked in front of me for a while."
Spencer sighed and glanced around. "Mostly naked in front of everyone, you mean." He sighed again and stood up. "I'll be back in a minute. Order me a drink."
Dave grinned and flagged down the server to get them both drinks, then strictly ordered his body to behave itself. He was still grinning vaguely at the world when Spencer returned in swim trunks and a t-shirt, looking adorably unsure of himself. Dave grabbed his hand when he tried to walk by, pulling him down to sit on the lounge chair with him.
"God, you're gorgeous," he murmured, kissing Spencer's neck. "I got you something appropriately alcoholic. Want me to put sunscreen on your back?"
Spencer suddenly seemed more aware that people were looking at them now too, but he sucked in a deep breath and handed over the sunblock he'd brought. "Fine," he grumbled. He was even adorable when he was pouty.
"Mmm, I love you," Dave said, his grin widening again. He tugged Spencer's shirt off over his head and drizzled a line of sunscreen across his boney shoulders. "I love having an excuse to get you naked in public." He worked the lotion in slowly, with sweeping motions. When he reached the small of Spencer's back, he slowed his motions even further, making little circles with his palms. "You are so handsome," he whispered.
Spencer made a quiet groan, and Dave kissed his shoulders, knowing exactly what he was doing by focusing on Spencer's lower back. Spencer did too. "You're sneaky and incorrigible."
"You didn't already know this?" Dave asked, smiling. "I thought that's why you like me." He scratched lightly at Spencer's skin, fighting to hide his amusement.
Spencer sucked in a breath and squirmed, then quickly switched seats. "I'm not as good at controlling my body as you are, and you know it," he chided, glaring faintly.
Dave laughed. "You're just not as old as me," he teased, but he relaxed back in his chair and sipped his drink. "Can I help it that I love touching you?"
"Apparently not," Spencer said, then started to rub sunblock over his chest and arms. "You like making me squirm too." He glanced up, his gaze almost mischievous.
"Mmm, well, yes," Dave admitted. "It's nice knowing just how to get your body going." He shifted in his chair, openly watching Spencer. "I could have offered to do that, but you might not have liked it. Or maybe you would have liked it too much." He winked.
"Quiet," Spencer told him, smiling now. He finished up with his face and then relaxed back on the lounge chair. "I feel like people are staring," he said a moment later, reaching for his drink. "And not in a good way."
"The only people who are staring are the ones who're thinking how lucky an old guy like me is to be with someone so young and hot," Dave said, making himself more comfortable.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, then reached over to flick a finger at Dave's arm.
Dave snorted. "And me. I'm staring. But you ought to be used to that."
"I actually like it when you stare."
Dave hummed and reached out to slide a finger along Spencer's stomach. "You're so handsome. This is actually testing my willpower as much as it is yours."
"Are you ready to go in yet?" Spencer asked, and Dave had to smile. Spencer hadn't been out of his shirt five minutes.
"Nice try, but no. I'm enjoying the way the sun feels, and just relaxing like this with a drink. Drinks like this aren't as good when you're not by the pool. Or the ocean. One of these days I'll take you to Italy and we can sit by the ocean and sip Bellini and make love on the beach."
Spencer covered Dave's hand with his own and left them on top of his abdomen. "How soon can we schedule another vacation?" he teased.
Dave laughed. "You ought to take that up with the SAC." It had been a bad year for Spencer, and God knew, they could use more annual leave together. He smiled warmly at his lover.
He knew Diana was right, in one sense--he had promised forever to people before Spencer. And he'd meant it, but he couldn't make them stay if they didn't want to. Maybe it was why he'd ended up, finally, with a man who had abandonment issues. Spencer would never leave Dave. Dave didn't even want to think about what it would take to make Spencer leave. And Dave knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that he would never leave Spencer. They'd already been through the worst he could imagine, and they'd gotten through that.
"You know, when I'm ready to retire again, I think you ought to take a year's sabbatical and travel around the world with me. We could see all the places neither of us has made it to yet."
Spencer watched him for a moment, smiling faintly. Then he shrugged. "I don't really know how to not work. Not for that long." His hand squeezed Dave's. "It took me this long to learn to relax for even a week at a time."
"You wouldn't be relaxing, you'd be seeing new places." Dave grinned. "You'd have to read up on all the locations ahead of time, and then you could be my tour guide. And if you were ever in need of relaxing, I could take care of that for you."
Spencer laughed. "You know what I mean."
"I know. But you're doing pretty good right now. By the time I'm ready to retire again, I'll have you up to a couple of months without getting antsy." Dave sipped his drink and closed his eyes, relaxing again and relishing the way Spencer was holding on to his hand.
"I'm not sure that's possible. It's a lot of years of habit to break," Spencer said. A moment later, Dave felt weight against the bottom of his chair, and then Spencer's foot was brushing Dave's.
Dave sucked in a breath at the tingle of desire that sent up his leg. "Hey, if I can break old habits, you can," he grumbled. "Mmm, you're adorable, you know that?"
Spencer hummed a noise, then shifted again. Both feet were on Dave's chair now, and Dave cracked his eyes open to look at Spencer. He was sprawled halfway between chairs with his eyes closed, and Dave didn't care if Spencer believed it or not, but he was adorable, and utterly gorgeous like this.
Dave relaxed, watching Spencer until he felt himself getting sleepy again. Then he carefully extricated himself from Spencer's grasp and swam a few laps in the pool before going over to wake Spencer up. They went upstairs and showered together, where Dave discovered that he was a little tender from being out in the sun, though the pink was barely noticeable.
They had a late lunch, then wandered the hotel casino, playing a few games. Dave enjoyed watching Spencer gamble, but Spencer generally got bored after a short time, so they eventually ended up sprawled together on the bed in their hotel room, waiting for dinner time.
Spencer's fingertips were trailing lazily over the buttons on Dave's shirt, not so much teasing as much as fiddling absently as Spencer stared at the TV. Dave didn't think Spencer was really paying attention--the volume was too low--but Dave didn't even know what was on.
"My mom wanted to know why you weren't there today," Spencer murmured after a long silence.
Dave grunted. "What did you tell her?"
"Mmm, that you wanted me to be able to spend time with her without you," Spencer said, and kissed Dave's jaw.
"True," Dave agreed. He stroked his fingers through Spencer's hair. "What did she say to that?"
Spencer didn't say anything for a moment, but when he did, he sounded like he was smiling. "That she was glad she scared you off." He lifted his head and looked at Dave. "I think she was kidding, but sometimes it's hard to tell."
Dave chuckled and kissed Spencer tenderly. "I'm too damn stubborn to scare off, but if she wants to think I'm scared of her, she's welcome to." He kept stroking Spencer's hair. "I absolutely believed her that she would come and hurt me if I broke your heart."
"That's probably a safe assumption," Spencer said, kissing Dave again. "You should come back with me tomorrow. Let her kill you in Scrabble. She'll see right through it, but it couldn't hurt." Spencer was grinning as he rolled on top of Dave.
"Mmm, that won't be such a stretch. You always beat me." Dave wrapped his arms around Spencer and twined one leg around his. "You are so damn sexy," he murmured, pulling him down for a long kiss.
Spencer hummed into the kiss, then pressed down on top of Dave. Dave wasn't surprised in the least that Spencer was already slightly hard. "That wasn't fair teasing me at the pool," Spencer said.
"You liked it," Dave murmured, sliding a hand down to squeeze his ass. "You know everyone could see how much I adore you. How sexy I think you are. How I couldn't keep my hands off you." He kissed Spencer again.
Spencer made a noise that Dave knew meant his words and the feel of his hands were going straight to Spencer's groin. "I know," he whispered, his kiss heating. His lips trailed over Dave's jaw hungrily, but in between kisses he said, "You don't think this is oedipal, do you?"
"No," Dave said automatically. "I think this is you wanting someone who appreciates you for who you are and everything you have to offer. And I just happen to be an older man because people your age aren't perceptive enough to realize that you're a fantastic catch." He stroked his hand up under Spencer's shirt to tease at his lower back. "I was thinking about that this morning, actually. I spent a lot of time after my third divorce not wanting to get involved with anyone again, because I've been cheated on. You have abandonment issues." He kissed Spencer's temple. "Maybe neither of us are exactly emotionally healthy people, but we have complementary issues."
Spencer stilled for a moment, then pulled back to stare at Dave. For a minute, Dave couldn't read Spencer's face and he wondered if he'd misspoke, but then Spencer just burst out laughing. A moment later, he kissed Dave. His fingers slid into Dave's hair, and then he rolled them so Dave was on top, still humming a sort of amused noise against Dave's mouth.
"I'm glad you find our combined relationship intelligence quotient to be so amusing," Dave said sourly, but he was relieved that Spencer had laughed instead of getting angry.
Spencer was still laughing. "That's just..." He trailed off. "Mmm." He pulled Dave in for another kiss.
Dave grunted and tightened his arms around Spencer. "Not to mention you're fucking sexy as hell, and I like listening to you talk."
Spencer pressed a kiss to Dave's ear and lowered his voice. "What do you want to hear me talk about right now?"
"Mmm, maybe you should talk about how much you like having me inside you," Dave murmured, sliding his hand down inside the back of Spencer's pants. "Or how perfect we are together..." He smiled and kissed Spencer's jaw.
Spencer groaned. "How about how perfect we fit together?" Spencer murmured, thrusting lightly against Dave. "That covers both those things, doesn't it?" He bit lightly at Dave's ear.
Dave let out a hungry groan, pulling Spencer closer. "God, you're fantastic," he breathed, and tangled his fingers in Spencer's hair just as his cell phone rang.
"Ignore it," Spencer whispered, and Dave almost did. But just after it went to voicemail, it started ringing again.
"Shit," Dave groaned, and nudged Spencer to get off him.
Spencer groaned, but rolled over. "Please tell me it's not Hotch."
Dave glanced at the caller ID screen, then glanced back at Spencer and flipped the phone open. "Aaron?"
"Dave, I hate having to do this..."
"Save the apologies and tell me what's up," Dave said, knowing Aaron would appreciate it.
"We have a case in Chicago. Four nurses, three pre-med students, and a female doctor have all been raped and stabbed to death. You can imagine how people are talking."
Dave frowned, nodding. "Richard Speck."
"There's been a lot of media coverage, and...Dave, I really need the two of you here."
"Don't say another word," Dave said. "We'll be on the next flight to Chicago. Have someone pick us up at O'Hare."
"Thanks, Dave." There was a pause, then Aaron added warmly, "Thank Spencer, too."
Dave closed the phone and glanced at Spencer. "Looks like we're going to Chicago."
Spencer sighed and rubbed his face. "I'll call mom and tell her we have to leave," he said, then looked at Dave and smiled faintly. "You call the airport, and tell me if we have time to finish up."
Dave returned the smile and kissed Spencer. "Sounds like a plan."
Authors:
innerslytherin and severity_softlyPairing: Reid/Rossi
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
WC: ~12,300
Summary: Spencer takes Dave to Vegas to visit his mother.
Notes: Betaed by the fabulous
resolucidity.This is part of the "Conscious of Our Treasures" universe, all of which can be found at this tag. This is part SIX. :)
PART ONE
Spencer's favorite restaurant turned out to be noisier than Dave would have expected, but they played good music, and the food was excellent without being too pricey. Trust a born-and-bred Vegas boy to know places like this that were off-off-Strip and catered more to locals than tourists.
"Good choice," Dave told Spencer as they lingered over dessert.
"Thanks," Spencer said, pushing his ice cream around with his spoon. He'd been quiet and thoughtful since they'd left the sanitarium. "You know, I have put on a few pounds since we've been together."
Dave tilted his head, not following, until he remembered how Diana had kept telling Spencer he was too thin. Dave didn't bring up that following Spencer's last injury, Spencer had lost a lot of weight again when the painkillers had started to lead him back down the road of addiction. He was probably only back to the weight he'd been at before that.
Spencer shrugged. "You feed me better than I was feeding myself, and statistically most people gain weight when they're in a satisfying relationship."
"Is that because we spend so much time on dates eating out, or what?" Dave asked, grinning at him.
Spencer shook his head. "Most people, women especially, actually gain weight after marriage because the pressure to look good to attract a mate is gone." Dave snorted, and Spencer's lips quirked. "In my case, I think it's because you make sure I don't forget to eat."
Dave laughed. "Well, there is that," he said. "I love food too much to let you get wrapped up in your studies and theorizing." He curled his fingers loosely around Spencer's. It was funny, after as long as they'd been together, that he still found himself thanking God that he'd gotten this lucky at his age.
"I'm just thankful I don't have to live with Mama Rosa," Spencer said, squeezing Dave's hand.
The mental image that brought was too much. Dave shook his head. laughing. "You'd gain six sizes in the first month," he said, and grinned. "I think for your own safety, I'd better keep you."
Spencer laughed quietly, then his grin went a little mischievous, and he lowered his voice and leaned in. "I have to admit, I'd miss the sex."
Dave laughed. "Yeah, I definitely need to keep you."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, then gave Dave's hand a little tug.
*****
They paid, and Spencer started driving back to their hotel without asking where Dave wanted to go. Their dinner had eased their nerves a little, he knew, but not enough, and driving Dave around after leaving the sanitarium had been oddly draining.
As soon as the door was shut behind them, Spencer stripped off his shirt and tie. He wrapped his arms around Dave from behind when Dave reemerged from the bathroom. "Take me to bed," Spencer ordered, his voice low in Dave's ear.
Dave made a noise that sounded pleased. "That sounds like an order," he murmured, leaning back into Spencer's embrace, but not moving.
"Why aren't you doing it, then?" Spencer breathed, nipping lightly on Dave's earlobe.
He felt Dave's chuckle. "Wanted to make sure you know what you're getting into, trying to order me around." He pressed back against Spencer, his ass providing delicious pressure against Spencer's growing arousal.
Spencer slid a hand over Dave's hip and pressed against him more, holding in a little noise of satisfaction. "Whether I order you around or not, I usually win, so you might as well just give in and do what I tell you to."
Dave was silent for a moment, then grunted. "Not worth arguing about," he decided, and turned, wrapping his arms around Spencer. "Come to bed, then," he said, and guided Spencer in that direction.
"Good," Spencer said. "I really didn't want to have to use force, Agent Rossi," he added, but he couldn't manage to keep a straight face as he finished. He leaned in and kissed Dave hungrily before he could reply.
Dave laughed against Spencer's mouth, his arms tightening. "You're a disturbing young man," he teased, pressing Spencer down on the bed. "What else do you want?" he murmured, climbing on the bed and straddling Spencer's hips.
Dave's hands were already roaming Spencer's naked chest, brushing over his nipples. Spencer smiled. "First, I want you to get undressed."
Instead of speaking, Dave nodded and obeyed, his gaze staying on Spencer's the whole time he was unbuttoning his shirt. Then he backed off the bed, still watching Spencer. He undressed efficiently, but somehow he made it sexy, the way he never looked away, telling Spencer with his gaze that he was undressing for him.
Spencer was trying not to get too excited--he was supposed to be the one giving orders right now--but he was already achingly hard. "Now me," he said, his voice breathy.
"But you're half naked already," Dave complained, but he stroked his fingers down Spencer's chest and curled them into the waist of his pants. He made short work of the rest of Spencer's clothes, and then he climbed back over Spencer, watching him expectantly. "What now? Should I call you Sir? Master?" There was an ironic edge of his voice, but he was breathing fast. It made Spencer wonder.
Spencer grinned, and curled his fingers around Dave's cock, shrugging lightly. "Only if you want to." He ran his thumb over the head as he tried to decide what he should do. "Call me whatever you want to."
Dave shivered, his hips thrusting shallowly in an automatic response. "Just trying to figure out what you want," he said. "Sir." He raised his eyebrows, then shook his head. "But not 'sir', I hope. That's a little weird."
Spencer snorted. "Come up with something," he told Dave, then tilted his head. "Go get my tie."
Dave's eyebrows went up. "Your tie?" He didn't argue, though. He went over to where Spencer's tie was draped over a chair, then came back with it. "Why your tie?" he asked, teasing it across Spencer's thigh.
Spencer snatched it away and sat up. "Lie down," he said, "On your back." He waited for Dave to obey, then straddled him. "You haven't come up with something to call me yet?"
"Besides a delightful pain in the ass?" Dave murmured, bucking his hips a little. "I guess it'll have to be Sir, because nothing else is coming to mind."
"Mm," Spencer hummed. 'Sir' did sound weird, though, but it didn't really matter. Spencer shifted a little to align his cock with Dave's and wrapped his tie around them, tying them together lightly, then leaning down to kiss Dave hungrily.
Dave groaned into the kiss, his arms sliding around Spencer as their tongues stroked against each other. When the kiss broke, Dave was panting. "What is this?" he murmured.
Spencer frowned at him. "What do you mean?"
"What're you doing?" Dave asked. He didn't look upset as he glanced down at their erections, but he did look confused, perhaps.
"Nothing at the moment," Spencer said, his frown deepening.
Dave hummed, then lifted a hand to brush away the line between Spencer's eyebrows. He always did that when he thought Spencer needed to stop thinking too much. "Okay."
Spencer stopped frowning, but pursed his lips at Dave. "I can untie us," he suggested.
"No, it's okay," Dave assured him. He kissed Spencer slowly. "I'll stop asking questions."
Spencer smiled against his lips. "Okay," he murmured when he pulled away. He kissed down Dave's neck, thrusting lightly against Dave. The extra friction the tie created was interesting, and he sucked in a breath and did it again. "Do you trust me?" he breathed, biting Dave's skin lightly. "Completely. Like this." He knew the answer was yes, but he felt compelled to ask before he continued.
Dave's breath shuddered in and he nodded. "Of course I do. Completely." His words were quiet, but his gaze was unwavering on Spencer's.
Spencer nodded slowly, then slid his hands up Dave's sides. He reached Dave's arms and pushed up, nudging them over his head, and curled Dave's fingers around the headboard slats. "I thought you were calling me 'Sir'."
Dave shivered. "I'm sorry, Sir," he murmured. "I'll make it up to you." He lifted his hips a little, gasping.
Spencer couldn't help laughing softly. "Okay, that is weird. Nevermind." He grinned and untied the tie from their cocks and leaned up to wrap it around Dave's wrists. He thought he saw a little concern in Dave's eyes, so Spencer kissed him softly. "Give me a minute," he murmured, then sat up to finish what he was doing.
He wrapped it firmly around Dave's wrists after he stopped holding the slats, then around between them. If he were actually going to tie it, it would have been hard to get out of. Instead, Spencer pulled it around the headboard slats and put the loose ends in Dave's hands, closing Dave's fingers around them. "You can just let go if you want out."
Dave took a deep breath, but he nodded. After a moment he murmured, "What is it that makes this sexy to you? I'm not arguing. I'm curious."
Spencer tilted his head. "It's..." he said, weighing his words heavily, because he knew why Dave was asking. There was an entirely different set of people who derived a different kind of pleasure from this sort of thing, and Spencer and Dave chased those people most of the time. "I like it when you give me control. Except I don't really have it. You do... But it's the gesture of trust on your part that's sexy." He stroked a hand over Dave's jaw. "And it's supposed to be sexy for you, if you'll relax. Sensory deprivation, not being able to touch me, should heighten all your other senses. If you wore a tie, I'd blindfold you too."
Dave nodded again. "I think blindfolding me would be...a little too much right off," he admitted. "Maybe next time. If this goes okay." He gave Spencer a lopsided smile. "I like it when you take control," he said after a moment. "When you're assertive, it shows me how much you want me."
"Is there ever a question of that?" Spencer asked, feeling a tightness in his chest loosen. He hadn't even realized it was there, but he felt better knowing Dave was okay with this. He bent down and started nipping over Dave's jaw.
Dave hummed. "No, but the reassurance is nice." He arched into Spencer's mouth, clearly enjoying it. "Mmm, feels good."
"Mmm-hmm," Spencer agreed. He slid a hand down and gripped Dave's ass, pulling up against him as he thrust down with a groan. "You are so fucking sexy. Sometimes I just want to jump you in completely inappropriate places." He licked a stripe up Dave's neck, then went immediately to a nipple and sucked.
Dave groaned, his body tensing as he strained for a moment against the tie. Then he exhaled, writhing gently under Spencer. "God," he gasped. "Like where?"
"In the elevators at work. In the back of your truck." Spencer flicked his tongue at the hardening nub, pleased by the reaction he was getting, even if he'd already know that Dave would feel desperate sooner than normal if he couldn't touch. "Sometimes I imagine you taking me over tables in restaurants, everyone seeing how much you want me."
"Fuck," Dave hissed. "In restaurants?" He sounded more turned on than scandalized, though. He lifted one leg, sliding his foot along Spencer's calf, then let it fall again at a stern look from Spencer. "Sexy."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, sliding down a little to kiss Dave's stomach. "Bending me over and fucking me until the table's creaking and I've pulled the tablecloth nearly off, then coming on the small of my back." He lifted back up and kissed Dave again, then slid off the bed to go get lube.
Dave made a noise of complaint. "Where are you going? Hurry." He didn't release his grip on the tie, though, so Spencer decided he must be enjoying it more than he'd expected to. Spencer glanced over at Dave and realized he was being watched. "Do you want to fuck me?" Dave asked.
Spencer stared at him for a moment. "I wasn't planning on it," Spencer said. Apparently Dave was enjoying it, but maybe he was more apprehensive than usual. "Do you want me to?"
Dave wiggled. After a moment Spencer realized it was a shrug. "You said once that you wanted to, but it's never come up again. I just wondered."
"It's not anything I need," Spencer said. "I'd like to, but I'm satisfied with the way things are." He climbed back onto the bed. "I just thought that you seemed to like it when I massaged your prostate before." He kissed Dave. "And then I was planning to sit on your cock and ride you." He decided with Dave 'tied up', maybe it would be best to tell Dave what he was planning in advance from now on.
"God," Dave breathed, watching him hungrily. "I love it when you do that. You look so hot." He kissed Spencer back. "Your face is always so intense."
Spencer smiled and kissed Dave, pulling back enough that Dave could barely reach him so that the kisses were more a tease than anything. He slid back between Dave's legs, planting open mouthed kisses along Dave's inner thigh and purposely not touching his cock. "I love you," he murmured, because it was an important assurance with Dave like this, and circled a slicked finger around Dave's entrance.
Dave groaned, pressing his body down into Spencer's touch. "Fucking tease," he growled, but he sounded pleased by that fact. Dave always seemed to enjoy doing the teasing, so it made sense that he might like getting it in return. "God, I love you."
Spencer hummed an amused noise, then slid his finger inside of Dave slowly. Dave made a little noise and arched against the bed, but seemed comfortable. Spencer was glad at times like this that his fingers with thin. He pushed in and found Dave's prostate, pressing against it. "I haven't even started teasing yet."
That got a noise from Dave that sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Dave's eyes fell closed, then he pried them open to watch Spencer. His tongue flickered out to wet his lips. "Feels good," he murmured.
"Good," Spencer whispered, circling his finger a little. "This okay?" He kissed Dave's thigh, then nipped lightly at his knee.
"Mmnh," Dave replied. After a moment he coughed and then groaned again. "Yes, yes, Spence."
Spencer smiled and leaned in to press a kiss against Dave's balls, then he drew his nose along Dave's cock, nuzzling it. He wondered if he could get away with a second finger, since he wasn't preparing Dave to take his cock. He ran his lips along Dave's shaft without actually doing much, then ducked back down to lick at Dave's sack.
"Ah, yes," Dave gasped. He arched again, then pressed down. "God--don't you...mnnh, don't you want me to...to touch you?" He was panting, his eyes squeezed shut. Clearly he was getting comfortable with the situation, even if he was still asking questions.
"I want to watch you," Spencer told him. He wanted to watch Dave get desperate, actually, but he didn't think that saying that would help. "I want to see how much you want to touch me." He drew his tongue along the crease of Dave's thigh and pressed harder with his finger.
"Fuck," Dave bit out, his body jerking. He opened his eyes again, staring at Spencer. "I do. You're so sexy, knowing just how to touch me."
"I love your body," Spencer murmured. He licked at Dave's abdomen, then around his belly button. "I'd tell you I have it memorized, but I somehow don't think that would be as impressive coming from me as it sounds in movies," he added, grinning up at Dave.
Dave bit out a laugh, then twitched and sucked in his stomach, glaring at Spencer. "Didn't need to memorize the ticklish spots," he complained.
"Mmm." Spencer's eyes flicked up to the tie, and then he did it again.
"Dammit!" Dave growled, trying to pull away. "Cut that out, you little minx."
Spencer pressed his face to Dave's stomach and stifled a laugh badly, though he couldn't help but be excited that Dave seemed to have not even thought about letting go of the tie. "You're sexy," he breathed, and licked lightly at the ticklish spot again, just briefly, before sliding up to mouth at Dave's chest, his finger still circling steadily.
"God, you're mean," Dave complained. He tugged at his wrists, his expression a mixture of frustration and enjoyment. "Kiss me."
"You could ask nicely," Spencer told him gently.
"Kiss me, please," Dave said, his teeth gritted.
"I'm not sure you really want it," Spencer said, then bit at Dave's nipple. He was pushing his luck, but he had a feeling Dave sort of liked it.
"Ahh, Spencer, please," Dave managed, arching up against Spencer. "Please, kiss me."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, then slipped his finger out of Dave so he could lean up and kiss him. He pressed himself against Dave, sliding his fingers into his hair and letting Dave feel the entire length of his body for a moment after not being able to touch for so long.
Dave thrust up against him automatically, and both of them groaned as Spencer kissed Dave hard, making little hungry noises against Dave's mouth.
He felt Dave jerk against the tie again, but no touch was forthcoming. Dave whimpered into the kiss and twined a leg around Spencer's. "God, I want to touch you," Dave panted when the kiss broke. "Run my fingers through your hair and down your spine to that spot that makes you whimper. Kiss me again. Please."
Spencer made a wanting noise and kissed Dave again. God, that was tempting, and Spencer's cock was aching to be touched, but it was so good making Dave beg like this--well, as close to begging as Dave would probably get. He turned his head and kissed Dave's arm, moving up it to suck lightly at Dave's fingers. "Cheater," he muttered, when Dave lifted his head and licked at Spencer's chest, but he couldn't help the way his breath hitched.
"You like it," Dave said. "When I break the rules for you." He licked again, his tongue flickering against Spencer's nipple. "Want to curl my fingers around your cock and stroke you. Mmmm. Want to lick the backs of your knees."
Spencer sucked in a shaky breath. He should have seen this coming, but Dave had lasted so long before resorting to this unfair tactic that Spencer thought maybe it wasn't coming. Now Spencer just wanted to let Dave go. "Don't make me gag you," he whispered, and it was meant to be joking, but Dave bit him again and Spencer just wound up moaning. His fingers tightened in Dave's hair. "Fuck, this isn't part of the plan."
"You said you wanted to know how much I want to touch you," Dave countered. He was smirking faintly. "I'm just trying to tell you. I want to slide my fingertips across your balls and then smack your ass."
"God," Spencer groaned and sat back. Dave rarely brought up spanking first, and it was exciting, even if Spencer knew Dave was only saying it to get a rise out of him. "Not fair to tease about that," he said. "Do you want to be inside me or not?"
"Mmm, yes," Dave said immediately. "God, yes, I want to be inside you. I want you so much, Spence."
Spencer hummed a pleased noise, then reached for the lube. He slicked Dave's cock, then positioned himself and slid down Dave's cock slowly. It stung a little without preparation, and he bit his lip and dropped his head, his hair spilling in front of his face.
"Fuck!" Dave tensed under him, obviously trying hard not to thrust. "God, how do I do this without touching you?" He sounded plaintive but he was breathless and watching Spencer hungrily.
"Your hips still work," Spencer said breathlessly. "Mmph." He pressed his hands flat against Dave's chest and started making a little circular motion on Dave's cock. "You're not allowed to come until I say you can," he added, and met Dave's eyes.
"I what?" Dave asked, and this time he sounded horrified. "Oh fuck." He stared at Spencer, already breathing hard.
Spencer lifted an eyebrow, waiting for Dave to either agree of tell him to fuck off. Either way was fine, but he stilled and wasn't going to move again until he knew if Dave was on board.
"You're bossy," Dave grumbled finally, but he wriggled his hips under Spencer. "Fine. I'll try." He grunted. "If it's possible when I'm inside you and you're looking all wanton and sexy like that."
"Stop grouching. You love it," Spencer told him, a smile crossing his face. He lifted up and thrust himself back on Dave with a little groan, his smile dissolving in the resulting wave of pleasure.
"Love you," Dave said, but it came out sounding strangled. "Nnnh, you feel so good. So gorgeous like that. I just want to bury my hands in your hair and kiss you breathless."
Spencer slid a hand up and plucked at Dave's nipple as he continued to move over Dave. God, he wanted to be touched. He wondered if he should just touch himself, or if Dave would be up to getting him off after Spencer kept him on the edge of orgasm for as long as he hoped he could. "What else do you want?" Spencer whispered, sitting back and giving in to the desire to touch himself. He ran his fingers up the underside of his shaft, teasing himself.
Dave let out a long groan, his gaze fixed on Spencer's hand as it slid along his cock. "I want to be the one doing that right now. Circling my thumb around your head, teasing you. I want to rake my fingernails down your stomach in that way that always makes you bite your lip and whimper. God, Spence, you're so sexy."
Spencer smiled faintly and mimicked what Dave was describing, circling his thumb over the head of his cock when his other hand dragged over his stomach. He worked his thighs, lifting and lowering over Dave as he bit his lip and moaned Dave's name.
"Fuck," Dave panted, watching him with a hungry expression. "So good, yes, like that."
Spencer leaned over to pick up the lube, then slicked himself and started stroking in earnest, his fingers and hand glistening over his cock. He sat down on Dave and ground his hips in a slow, circular motion. The feel of Dave's cock moving inside him like that made him shiver and clench around Dave with a little moan.
Dave let out a long groan, his breath shuddering in his chest. "You're fucking killing me," he panted, looking at Spencer with an expression that was obviously meant to be a glare, but was too heated to be anything but pure lust. He jerked on the tie again, too. It seemed like an unconscious gesture.
"You want to touch me so bad," Spencer told him. He reached back behind him with his free hand and gave Dave's balls a gentle squeeze as he started to slide up and down Dave again.
"God, I do," Dave agreed. "Nnnh--so sexy. Ah, Spencer." His hips jerked, then he went still again, watching Spencer. "The sight of you riding me like that..." His tongue flickered out and wet his lips. "Kiss me, Spence."
Spencer shook his head, a slow smile crossing his lips. "Fuck me," he replied, stilling on Dave to let Dave thrust.
Dave groaned and closed his teeth on his lower lip, but he obeyed with obvious eagerness. His hips thrust up hard, drawing a low noise from him. He kept his gaze on Spencer's as he thrust again, setting a slow but hard rhythm that faltered every once in a while.
Each thrust sent a thrill through Spencer's body and pushed little noises of pleasure through him. He dropped his head down and bit his lip, his hand squeezing and pulling at his cock as his body clenched and responded to Dave. "Yes," he whimpered. "God, I wish you were sucking me," he added, wanting to drive Dave's need further along until Dave didn't think he could contain it anymore. "I'm imagining your lips on me right now."
Dave made an incoherent noise and thrust harder. His gaze was on Spencer's cock, watching his hand slide along his length. A trickle of sweat trailed down his chest, drawing Spencer's attention for a moment. He followed it with his gaze, then looked at the way Dave's biceps were straining. God, Dave was sexy.
"Fuck!" Dave bit out, drawing Spencer's gaze back to his face.
"You're gorgeous," Spencer panted, moving to meet Dave's thrusts. For a moment, the combined force rendered him speechless, and he just moaned loudly. "God, Dave," he gasped. "I like...." He had to take a moment to catch his breath. "I like the slide of your tongue. The way you flick it at my slit and squeeze my balls. The way you scrape your teeth just barely." He was clenching harder around Dave from his own growing excitement. "Mmph."
Dave made another wordless noise of pleasure and gasped, "Little bastard--on purpose." He didn't slow down, though his thrusts were going jerky and falling out of rhythm. He groaned and then each thrust began pulling a little grunt from his throat.
Spencer wondered how long Dave was going to hold out, and he squeezed his own cock and let go before his own body got too excited. When Dave groaned louder, a long, pleased noise, Spencer bore down and stopped his thrusting, then reached back to close his fingers around the base of Dave's cock. He squeezed firmly to block his orgasm.
He was staring at Dave's face, hardly able to breathe. "Not yet," he choked out, trembling.
"Fuck!" Dave gasped, staring at him with a mixture of frustration and wanting. "F...forgot," he said after a moment, in grudging apology. It surprised Spencer. Not that Dave forgot, but that he cared that he forgot. "Trying to kill me."
"Trying to make you desperate," Spencer corrected. He stroked his fingers over Dave's chest, then pressed them over Dave's breastbone, feeling the wild heartbeat under his hand.
"m'already fucking desperate," Dave informed him, his gaze hot on Spencer's face. "Kiss me." His voice had a pleading quality to it.
Spencer licked his lips and started moving over Dave again slowly. Dave clamped his eyes shut and groaned, and Spencer knew he had to be aching after getting that close. He reached up and trailed his fingertip over Dave's lips, and then realized with a thrill of discomfort that the control he was exerting was exciting. The sudden guilt made him stop moving, and he leaned down to give in and kiss Dave.
Dave kissed him hungrily, almost fiercely, moaning against Spencer's lips. He was taking everything he could get from this kiss, but he was also letting Spencer feel how turned on he was. He nipped at Spencer's lower lip, dragging it slowly through his teeth as he pulled back away. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice husky, as he looked up to meet Spencer's gaze again.
Spencer blinked at him for a moment, then smiled slowly, feeling a little better. Dave was obviously enjoying this. Spencer started to move against Dave again, but he didn't sit up, and his slick erection was sliding between their bodies. "You want this?" he whispered. "You like this?"
"Ah, fuck, yes," Dave groaned, watching him. "Yes, dammit, you win." He was breathless, though, and the warmth of his eyes made it obvious he didn't really mind being proved wrong about this. "God, you're sexy. Watching you fuck yourself on my cock like that was amazing." A glimmer of amusement joined the arousal in his expression. "Your body is so perfect, lean and graceful and that gorgeous long, slender cock bobbing while I thrust up into you."
Spencer's smile widened and he sat back so he was upright on Dave, doing that little grinding thing again as he curled his fingers around himself. God, he was so hard. He bit his lip and stroked, and his body had to be as near over stimulation as Dave's. "What do you want?" he asked, his eyes closed as he moved and rode Dave gently.
"God, I...anything, just..." Dave broke off with a groan, his hips rocking. "Fuck, I want to watch you come. Ride me hard and let me see you come." The muscles of his arms were straining again, the lines of his body eager.
"Mmph," Spencer moaned, and started to work his thighs to thrust himself onto Dave's cock again. The burst of need was almost instantaneous, and he bit out a sharp noise of lust. "God," he gasped, his cock sliding through his fingers. He'd wanted to keep Dave on the edge a few more times, but he wasn't sure he could do it now. Now he just wanted to give Dave what he needed.
Dave made a hungry noise, watching Spencer as he moved. He wet his lips again and let his hips jerk, jolting Spencer and sending a spasm of pleasure through him. "Ride me hard," he repeated breathlessly.
"Yes," Spencer gasped, and obliged, gasping as he moved faster and harder over Dave's cock. He glanced up at Dave through his hair, and Dave was staring at him, his body tight, his mouth open and breathing hard. Spencer made a choked noise, his hand flying over his cock faster than he could thrust now that his legs were getting tired.
"God, you're sexy," Dave panted. He began thrusting again, his movements almost harsh, but so good. All Spencer could hear was Dave's gasping breath and the slick slide of skin against skin. He could feel a trickle of sweat down his ribs. Dave whimpered. "Let me," he gasped. Spencer didn't understand at first, until Dave added, "Want to come."
Spencer's own breaths were coming in short gasps. He felt lightheaded, but he reached up and pulled hastily at the tie where it was wrapped between Dave's wrists. It didn't undo it, but Spencer growled, "Let go," and he meant it in more ways than one.
Dave cried out in relief and did. His hands flew forward to splay against Spencer's skin, the tie still dangling from one wrist. He gripped Spencer's hips, driving up into him with new desperation as he pulled their bodies closer. "God, yes, fuck," he panted, sliding one hand up to pinch sharply at a nipple, then soothing it with a thumb. Then his words stumbled into noises of pure lust as they kept moving.
Spencer gasped, almost surprised when he came first after Dave rolled his nipple between two fingers again. He cried out, his entire body quaking, his thighs clamping around Dave as Dave fucked him through his release. His hand slowed as he striped Dave's stomach with his come, and then he gasped again as he felt Dave flood him with his release, groaning Spencer's name.
Finally he slumped, breathless, against Dave's body. He felt like someone had liquefied his spine, in the best way possible. One of Dave's arms closed around him, but the other was flung straight out across the bed. Dave was panting so hard his breath gusted Spencer's hair across his face. For several minutes they just lay there, breathing together and making occasional noises that had no meaning.
Finally Dave muttered, "Haven't come that hard in years."
For a moment, all Spencer could manage in response was a whimper. Then he finally said, "Oh, God." Clearly, his brain was still recovering.
Dave made a noise that was distinctly amused, sliding his hand up into Spencer's hair and massaging with his fingertips at the base of Spencer's neck. "Thanks."
"Oh," Spencer said, kissing Dave's chest. Then he shook himself mentally. Or at least tried to. "Not sure I've ever come that hard."
"Mmm." Dave's chest rose and fell under Spencer's cheek as he took a deep breath. "C'd you get this off me." He twitched the arm that was stretched out, but didn't actually move it. "Nnh, can't move."
Spencer managed a breathy laugh, then reached out lazily. He tugged at the tie on Dave's wrists and made no progress. "'m good at that," he pointed out, then gave up for a moment.
"Obviously," Dave said, but his tone was too worn out to be sarcastic. "Should I ask where you learned it?"
"No," Spencer said, then started working the tie off. "'s wrinkled now."
Dave drew in a breath, then didn't say anything. Spencer kept working at the tie until the silence registered, then he looked up at Dave's face. which wasn't as relaxed as he'd been a moment earlier.
"What?" he asked, frowning. Shit. "Dave..." he started, but then wasn't sure what to say.
Dave met his gaze, then looked away. "Well now I want to know," he muttered.
Spencer closed his eyes and winced. He shouldn't have answered that question, but he'd been so relaxed. "No. You don't." Spencer slid off to Dave's side and rolled onto his back, sighing and suddenly feeling a lot less loose.
He could feel Dave tensing next to him. "What the fuck," Dave muttered, and Spencer couldn't exactly tell if it were a question or a general expression of annoyance. Dave didn't say anything else, but he wouldn't look at Spencer, either.
"Dave, where I learned it doesn't matter, does it?" Spencer stared at Dave's profile. "What matters is that you liked it, and I liked it, and it was totally consensual."
"Yeah, great, and I thought I was your first," Dave retorted. "And then after two years I find out...what? Where did you learn this, Spencer?" He turned his head to glare at him.
Spencer opened his mouth, staring at Dave. He wondered if Dave really wasn't following the logic, or if he was just trying to make Spencer feel bad. "You were my first," he said simply, not really wanting to have to come right out and say what he had thought they both understood a minute ago.
And then he had to watch Dave's face as it sank in, where he'd really learned it. The anger faded into bewilderment, and then he saw the spark of realization...and then there was anger again. For some reason it made him flinch, but then Dave rolled over and wrapped his arms around Spencer, pulling him close. Dave didn't speak, just held him tightly, and then let out a long sigh.
To say Spencer was confused by that reaction was an understatement. He really wasn't sure what it meant, but he held Dave back and pressed his face to Dave's neck. "Ah... should I be apologizing?"
"No," Dave said, his voice just a little husky. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have automatically assumed the worst. I guess I get pretty damn jealous about you."
Spencer wasn't sure the idea that he'd slept with someone before Dave really was worse than your lover using a knot on you he'd learned from serial killers, but he wasn't going to argue. "I like it that you're jealous," Spencer whispered.
"Sometimes it scares me how much I love you," Dave breathed. His gaze roamed over Spencer's face. "Sometimes I think if I lost you it would kill me. And that's pretty terrifying, considering our line of work." He traced a finger down Spencer's cheek.
"I know," Spencer said. Even talking about Dave's funeral had sent Spencer wanting to drink, to bury his emotions. He briefly wondered what would happen to him if Dave died. "I know."
Dave kissed him softly, almost reverently. "I don't plan on finding out," he said quietly.
Spencer smiled against Dave's lips. "Good."
***
Dave turned another page in his book and then scowled and closed his eyes. The pool area wasn't crowded, so there were no distractions, but he couldn't concentrate on his reading. He'd sent Spencer back to visit his mother alone today, despite knowing that Diana would call him a coward for not coming back. But now he was just feeling pathetic and useless, missing Spencer and wishing he'd gone, even though he and Diana obviously weren't going to get along.
He'd been trying all morning to tell himself that it didn't matter that his lover's mother disliked him. After all, most of his third wife's family had disliked him. But this was different. He supposed it was because she thought Reid was just looking for a father figure in him. He knew that wasn't the case, but he couldn't help wondering.
Oh, just quit thinking, he told himself crossly. The next time he saw a server go past, he ordered himself a tropical drink, and then he spent the next half hour sipping it before he closed his eyes and let himself drift.
He wasn't sure how long he slept, but he felt more relaxed when he woke up to the sound of his lover's voice. He shifted to roll up against Spencer, but the plastic lounge chair squeaked and he remembered they weren't in bed.
"I hope you're wearing sunblock. If I can't touch you for a week because you're burned, I might die."
Dave blinked his eyes open to see Spencer sitting on the chair next to him, facing him. He was smiling faintly and looking utterly out of place at the pool in his button up shirt and a tie.
Dave smiled and grabbed his tie to pull him in for a kiss. "Italians don't get sunburns," he said, glad Spencer was smiling. He was ridiculously cute, the way he came to the pool fully dressed. "I missed you."
Spencer laughed and kissed Dave again. "I wasn't gone very long," he murmured.
"Doesn't matter, I missed you anyway. How's your mom?" Dave really wanted to ask what she'd said about him in his absence, but he knew it was probably not very flattering, so he wasn't sure he should ask.
"She's good. She's a little off today, but nothing major." He took Dave's hand in one of his own, then took a sip of Dave's drink. He made a face and Dave laughed.
"You ought to take off some of those clothes and get your own drink," he said, grinning at Spencer. Just the thought of getting to ogle Spencer by the pool sent a lazy pulse of desire through him.
Spencer rolled his eyes. "Skinny white boys do burn."
Dave smirked. "I'll be happy to rub sunscreen all over you."
"I don't doubt that," Spencer said, pursing his lips.
"Mmm, come on, you know you want me to ogle you by the pool," Dave said, giving him a hopeful look. "Just imagine how eager I'll be to get my hands on you once you've been lounging mostly naked in front of me for a while."
Spencer sighed and glanced around. "Mostly naked in front of everyone, you mean." He sighed again and stood up. "I'll be back in a minute. Order me a drink."
Dave grinned and flagged down the server to get them both drinks, then strictly ordered his body to behave itself. He was still grinning vaguely at the world when Spencer returned in swim trunks and a t-shirt, looking adorably unsure of himself. Dave grabbed his hand when he tried to walk by, pulling him down to sit on the lounge chair with him.
"God, you're gorgeous," he murmured, kissing Spencer's neck. "I got you something appropriately alcoholic. Want me to put sunscreen on your back?"
Spencer suddenly seemed more aware that people were looking at them now too, but he sucked in a deep breath and handed over the sunblock he'd brought. "Fine," he grumbled. He was even adorable when he was pouty.
"Mmm, I love you," Dave said, his grin widening again. He tugged Spencer's shirt off over his head and drizzled a line of sunscreen across his boney shoulders. "I love having an excuse to get you naked in public." He worked the lotion in slowly, with sweeping motions. When he reached the small of Spencer's back, he slowed his motions even further, making little circles with his palms. "You are so handsome," he whispered.
Spencer made a quiet groan, and Dave kissed his shoulders, knowing exactly what he was doing by focusing on Spencer's lower back. Spencer did too. "You're sneaky and incorrigible."
"You didn't already know this?" Dave asked, smiling. "I thought that's why you like me." He scratched lightly at Spencer's skin, fighting to hide his amusement.
Spencer sucked in a breath and squirmed, then quickly switched seats. "I'm not as good at controlling my body as you are, and you know it," he chided, glaring faintly.
Dave laughed. "You're just not as old as me," he teased, but he relaxed back in his chair and sipped his drink. "Can I help it that I love touching you?"
"Apparently not," Spencer said, then started to rub sunblock over his chest and arms. "You like making me squirm too." He glanced up, his gaze almost mischievous.
"Mmm, well, yes," Dave admitted. "It's nice knowing just how to get your body going." He shifted in his chair, openly watching Spencer. "I could have offered to do that, but you might not have liked it. Or maybe you would have liked it too much." He winked.
"Quiet," Spencer told him, smiling now. He finished up with his face and then relaxed back on the lounge chair. "I feel like people are staring," he said a moment later, reaching for his drink. "And not in a good way."
"The only people who are staring are the ones who're thinking how lucky an old guy like me is to be with someone so young and hot," Dave said, making himself more comfortable.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, then reached over to flick a finger at Dave's arm.
Dave snorted. "And me. I'm staring. But you ought to be used to that."
"I actually like it when you stare."
Dave hummed and reached out to slide a finger along Spencer's stomach. "You're so handsome. This is actually testing my willpower as much as it is yours."
"Are you ready to go in yet?" Spencer asked, and Dave had to smile. Spencer hadn't been out of his shirt five minutes.
"Nice try, but no. I'm enjoying the way the sun feels, and just relaxing like this with a drink. Drinks like this aren't as good when you're not by the pool. Or the ocean. One of these days I'll take you to Italy and we can sit by the ocean and sip Bellini and make love on the beach."
Spencer covered Dave's hand with his own and left them on top of his abdomen. "How soon can we schedule another vacation?" he teased.
Dave laughed. "You ought to take that up with the SAC." It had been a bad year for Spencer, and God knew, they could use more annual leave together. He smiled warmly at his lover.
He knew Diana was right, in one sense--he had promised forever to people before Spencer. And he'd meant it, but he couldn't make them stay if they didn't want to. Maybe it was why he'd ended up, finally, with a man who had abandonment issues. Spencer would never leave Dave. Dave didn't even want to think about what it would take to make Spencer leave. And Dave knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that he would never leave Spencer. They'd already been through the worst he could imagine, and they'd gotten through that.
"You know, when I'm ready to retire again, I think you ought to take a year's sabbatical and travel around the world with me. We could see all the places neither of us has made it to yet."
Spencer watched him for a moment, smiling faintly. Then he shrugged. "I don't really know how to not work. Not for that long." His hand squeezed Dave's. "It took me this long to learn to relax for even a week at a time."
"You wouldn't be relaxing, you'd be seeing new places." Dave grinned. "You'd have to read up on all the locations ahead of time, and then you could be my tour guide. And if you were ever in need of relaxing, I could take care of that for you."
Spencer laughed. "You know what I mean."
"I know. But you're doing pretty good right now. By the time I'm ready to retire again, I'll have you up to a couple of months without getting antsy." Dave sipped his drink and closed his eyes, relaxing again and relishing the way Spencer was holding on to his hand.
"I'm not sure that's possible. It's a lot of years of habit to break," Spencer said. A moment later, Dave felt weight against the bottom of his chair, and then Spencer's foot was brushing Dave's.
Dave sucked in a breath at the tingle of desire that sent up his leg. "Hey, if I can break old habits, you can," he grumbled. "Mmm, you're adorable, you know that?"
Spencer hummed a noise, then shifted again. Both feet were on Dave's chair now, and Dave cracked his eyes open to look at Spencer. He was sprawled halfway between chairs with his eyes closed, and Dave didn't care if Spencer believed it or not, but he was adorable, and utterly gorgeous like this.
Dave relaxed, watching Spencer until he felt himself getting sleepy again. Then he carefully extricated himself from Spencer's grasp and swam a few laps in the pool before going over to wake Spencer up. They went upstairs and showered together, where Dave discovered that he was a little tender from being out in the sun, though the pink was barely noticeable.
They had a late lunch, then wandered the hotel casino, playing a few games. Dave enjoyed watching Spencer gamble, but Spencer generally got bored after a short time, so they eventually ended up sprawled together on the bed in their hotel room, waiting for dinner time.
Spencer's fingertips were trailing lazily over the buttons on Dave's shirt, not so much teasing as much as fiddling absently as Spencer stared at the TV. Dave didn't think Spencer was really paying attention--the volume was too low--but Dave didn't even know what was on.
"My mom wanted to know why you weren't there today," Spencer murmured after a long silence.
Dave grunted. "What did you tell her?"
"Mmm, that you wanted me to be able to spend time with her without you," Spencer said, and kissed Dave's jaw.
"True," Dave agreed. He stroked his fingers through Spencer's hair. "What did she say to that?"
Spencer didn't say anything for a moment, but when he did, he sounded like he was smiling. "That she was glad she scared you off." He lifted his head and looked at Dave. "I think she was kidding, but sometimes it's hard to tell."
Dave chuckled and kissed Spencer tenderly. "I'm too damn stubborn to scare off, but if she wants to think I'm scared of her, she's welcome to." He kept stroking Spencer's hair. "I absolutely believed her that she would come and hurt me if I broke your heart."
"That's probably a safe assumption," Spencer said, kissing Dave again. "You should come back with me tomorrow. Let her kill you in Scrabble. She'll see right through it, but it couldn't hurt." Spencer was grinning as he rolled on top of Dave.
"Mmm, that won't be such a stretch. You always beat me." Dave wrapped his arms around Spencer and twined one leg around his. "You are so damn sexy," he murmured, pulling him down for a long kiss.
Spencer hummed into the kiss, then pressed down on top of Dave. Dave wasn't surprised in the least that Spencer was already slightly hard. "That wasn't fair teasing me at the pool," Spencer said.
"You liked it," Dave murmured, sliding a hand down to squeeze his ass. "You know everyone could see how much I adore you. How sexy I think you are. How I couldn't keep my hands off you." He kissed Spencer again.
Spencer made a noise that Dave knew meant his words and the feel of his hands were going straight to Spencer's groin. "I know," he whispered, his kiss heating. His lips trailed over Dave's jaw hungrily, but in between kisses he said, "You don't think this is oedipal, do you?"
"No," Dave said automatically. "I think this is you wanting someone who appreciates you for who you are and everything you have to offer. And I just happen to be an older man because people your age aren't perceptive enough to realize that you're a fantastic catch." He stroked his hand up under Spencer's shirt to tease at his lower back. "I was thinking about that this morning, actually. I spent a lot of time after my third divorce not wanting to get involved with anyone again, because I've been cheated on. You have abandonment issues." He kissed Spencer's temple. "Maybe neither of us are exactly emotionally healthy people, but we have complementary issues."
Spencer stilled for a moment, then pulled back to stare at Dave. For a minute, Dave couldn't read Spencer's face and he wondered if he'd misspoke, but then Spencer just burst out laughing. A moment later, he kissed Dave. His fingers slid into Dave's hair, and then he rolled them so Dave was on top, still humming a sort of amused noise against Dave's mouth.
"I'm glad you find our combined relationship intelligence quotient to be so amusing," Dave said sourly, but he was relieved that Spencer had laughed instead of getting angry.
Spencer was still laughing. "That's just..." He trailed off. "Mmm." He pulled Dave in for another kiss.
Dave grunted and tightened his arms around Spencer. "Not to mention you're fucking sexy as hell, and I like listening to you talk."
Spencer pressed a kiss to Dave's ear and lowered his voice. "What do you want to hear me talk about right now?"
"Mmm, maybe you should talk about how much you like having me inside you," Dave murmured, sliding his hand down inside the back of Spencer's pants. "Or how perfect we are together..." He smiled and kissed Spencer's jaw.
Spencer groaned. "How about how perfect we fit together?" Spencer murmured, thrusting lightly against Dave. "That covers both those things, doesn't it?" He bit lightly at Dave's ear.
Dave let out a hungry groan, pulling Spencer closer. "God, you're fantastic," he breathed, and tangled his fingers in Spencer's hair just as his cell phone rang.
"Ignore it," Spencer whispered, and Dave almost did. But just after it went to voicemail, it started ringing again.
"Shit," Dave groaned, and nudged Spencer to get off him.
Spencer groaned, but rolled over. "Please tell me it's not Hotch."
Dave glanced at the caller ID screen, then glanced back at Spencer and flipped the phone open. "Aaron?"
"Dave, I hate having to do this..."
"Save the apologies and tell me what's up," Dave said, knowing Aaron would appreciate it.
"We have a case in Chicago. Four nurses, three pre-med students, and a female doctor have all been raped and stabbed to death. You can imagine how people are talking."
Dave frowned, nodding. "Richard Speck."
"There's been a lot of media coverage, and...Dave, I really need the two of you here."
"Don't say another word," Dave said. "We'll be on the next flight to Chicago. Have someone pick us up at O'Hare."
"Thanks, Dave." There was a pause, then Aaron added warmly, "Thank Spencer, too."
Dave closed the phone and glanced at Spencer. "Looks like we're going to Chicago."
Spencer sighed and rubbed his face. "I'll call mom and tell her we have to leave," he said, then looked at Dave and smiled faintly. "You call the airport, and tell me if we have time to finish up."
Dave returned the smile and kissed Spencer. "Sounds like a plan."
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Date: 2009-08-19 04:41 pm (UTC)LOVED Diana in this piece, from her threats to breaking out and killing Rossi to her sarcasm- all so very true to the character we've seen on the screen.
That scene by the pool... *drools*
very fun, thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2009-08-19 05:30 pm (UTC)I'm so glad that this story was updated. Keep up the awesome work. ^_^
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Date: 2009-08-27 07:26 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-08-19 08:11 pm (UTC)She was a lot tougher on Rossi than on Morgan when Reid took him to see her.
Look forward to more in the verse.
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Date: 2009-08-20 11:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-08-20 03:31 am (UTC)Diana Reid, what a hoot! I love the interaction between her and Dave *snickers* She is such a force now even wit her schizophrenia, she must have been a truely formiddable women when in her "right mind"
I think it goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway *grins* Dave/Spencer + SEX = yumminess! I mean WOW! Where the heck did that come from? Where has Spencer been hiding that side of him all this time? Good god! How did Dave not explode sooner? And where the hell can I get one? *pouts*
Well,wonderful work as always!
*hugs*
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Date: 2009-08-20 10:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-08-20 10:32 am (UTC)Too bad I can't quite picture Rossi as the object of my slashy fantasies -__-;. Nevertheless, I enjoyed your piece greatly, and that says much on your skill as writers!
Any chance that you girls may have a relapse into Morgan/Reid, sometime..? :D!
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Date: 2009-08-20 10:58 pm (UTC)I have a hard time not shipping Rossi with people. *G* And yes, there is a little more Morgan/Reid in the future. :)
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Date: 2009-08-20 10:46 pm (UTC)thank you for sharing
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Date: 2009-08-20 10:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-08-21 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-08-21 03:05 am (UTC)I love how hesitant they both are when it comes to kink. That's so unusual in fanfic to begin with, and so easy to buy with these characters. It's a great detail.
Can't wait to see the next offering!
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Date: 2009-08-22 11:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-08-23 12:44 am (UTC)10: for Subversion of the D/S Trope (Reid and Rossi thinking "Sir" is weird)
10: for Effective use of the F-word (neither of them sounded like porn stars)
10: for Subversion of the Bella/Cullens Syndrome (Diana still doesn't like Rossi)
10: for Subversion of the One True Love Trope (someone notices that they're not exactly a normal match and that they've both got issues)
10: for the ultimate Rossi/Reid Ship Manifesto quote ("But we have complementary issues")
All of this added to your regular level of awesome, of course. Your Rossi-voice is down-pat (though I must confess I like your slashy!Rossi better than your hetty!Rossi), I loved Diana's jab about the coffee, Rossi's old-fashioned italiano, and the pool section was just adorable. "Skinny white boys do burn." *snickers*
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Date: 2009-08-23 12:27 pm (UTC)for the ultimate Rossi/Reid Ship Manifesto quote ("But we have complementary issues")
And I"m so glad you liked that. :D
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Date: 2009-08-23 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-27 07:35 pm (UTC)And *gasp* You read Reid/Rossi. It's all because game!Rossi is so undeniably sexy, isn't it? ;)
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Date: 2010-01-18 12:39 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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