The Effect of Pink Panty Droppers on Dyed-In-The-Wool Nerds, Reid/Rossi, NC-17 (1/2)

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Title: The Effect of Pink Panty Droppers on Dyed-In-The-Wool Nerds (1/2)
Authors: innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
WC: ~13,100
Summary: Sometimes Spencer didn't stay to drink with Dave when the team wound up at the Auld Dubliner. But sometimes, like tonight, he did.
Notes: Written in RP format. Thank you to resolucidity for her beta job! :)


Dave liked the way the team often ended up at a local bar together after a case. It usually wasn't preplanned. Morgan generally suggested it as he was getting ready to leave, and the rest of them quickly finished up what they were doing and joined in. Dave had had clients, fans, and ex-wives, but few friends for the past several years, and he found himself really getting into the whole 'team thing'. He liked everyone on the team, even Morgan, who pushed him--Dave just pushed right back, after all, and Morgan seemed to need that. Dave worked hard to get Aaron more connected with the team, now that Haley was gone and Jack was mostly gone. He needed people to care about him, and he needed to be reminded that life was more than just work.

But of all the team members, Dave found himself most drawn to Spencer Reid. The young genius was beautiful in an awkward sort of way, and amazingly enthusiastic about things. Dave liked turning Spencer on to some topic and watching the way his eyes lit up. He especially liked it when Spencer got so excited he started gesturing. Spencer had incredibly sexy hands.

So on the nights when the team ended up at the Auld Dubliner, Dave usually declined invitations to join the darts games, and fortunately Emily only asked him to dance the first time before realizing that wasn't ever going to happen. By default, this usually left Dave, Aaron, and Spencer sitting at a table, nursing their drinks. Sometimes Spencer didn't stay with them; he was younger than they were, after all, and a coveted teammate for the trivia games. But sometimes, like tonight, he did stay.

Derek, Penelope, Emily and Kevin were on the dance floor. JJ was in the back, beating some local heroes at darts. Aaron left after one drink, saying he had Jack all day the next day and wanted to get a good night's sleep, "Since I won't get any rest tomorrow." Dave grinned and told him to have fun, then settled back in his seat, turning a lazy smile on Spencer.

"You going to abandon me next?" he teased.

Spencer had been watching Hotch leave when Dave spoke, and he turned back to give Dave an awkward smile. "Abandon you?" he asked, then shook his head and looked out at the dance floor. "No." He wasn't blind to the way Dave was watching him lately. He had a feeling Dave had been doing it longer than Spencer had known it was happening, but Dave had touched him one day on a case, lifting his hand off a map he was pointing to to point out something underneath it. It was an innocent gesture, but an unnecessary one, and Spencer knew that unnecessary touching was one of the indications of attraction, along with smiling more, making more eye contact, self-grooming, and puffing up one's chest, in males and in females.

Just that one gesture was what it took for it to click in Spencer's head, and then he just couldn't help but watch Dave back. Dave always puffed his chest out, so that wasn't a very good indication of anything, but Dave was smiling a little more, at Spencer anyway. Spencer hadn't thought much about it before. He'd just gone from feeling amazingly awed by Dave to thinking of him as an equal, a co-worker he respected, maybe even a partner, in a sense, because they worked well together, and Hotch seemed to know that. Regardless of having not considered it before, however, Spencer found the idea of Dave watching him exciting, and after a while, Spencer caught himself slipping into self-grooming patterns when Dave was around--he couldn't seem to stop straightening his tie and pushing his hair behind his ears--and he found it hard not to want to touch Dave... which was weird, because he didn't really touch anyone.

Spencer shoved his hair behind his ear and played with the straw in his Pink Panty Dropper... which was a horribly embarrassing name for a drink Spencer couldn't seem to stop ordering, even if it made him turn red from head to toe every time he did. Garcia had ordered one for him once, and he'd fallen in love with them. He watched Derek move around for a bit and shrugged. "I'm certainly not doing that," he said, indicating the dance floor with a little nod of his head.

Dave laughed. "Oh, I don't know, I'm sure Derek wouldn't mind showing you how, if you wanted to learn." He cocked his head. "Unless maybe you just don't like strutting your stuff in front of your co-workers," he added teasingly.

Spencer cleared his throat, and tried to push away the image of what he might look like with Morgan teaching him how to dance, how he'd look ever more awkward next to Morgan. He shook his head, slightly amused when Dave finished. "Generally speaking, I don't, ah, 'strut my stuff' anywhere."

"Hey, I understand," Dave said. "I don't dance. Period. I tried, briefly, when I was young and the Hustle was popular, but the experience was embarrassing enough that I've never tried it again." He grinned and took a sip of his bourbon, watching Spencer over the rim of his glass and trying not to look seductive, considering he shouldn't be hitting on a co-worker young enough to be his son.

"Mmm," Spencer hummed thoughtfully. "Saturday Night Fever." He turned to smile at Dave, and the way that Dave was looking at him, watching him, sent a renewed thrill through Spencer. "None of your wives made you dance with them?"

"Trust me, I'm no John Travolta," Dave said. "Kay and I were married during the disco years, so she got treated to that spectacle. She knew better, after that. Rita made me dance once, at our reception. That was all she got, and she spent the rest of the night with her shoes off."

Spencer smiled and lifted his eyebrows, waiting to hear about the third wife.

God, Spencer was pretty. Dave's lips curled slowly. "Oh, Debbie took my word for it. She was a smart woman. Too smart, apparently, to put up with me for long. But she never tried to get me to dance."

Spencer suddenly had an overwhelming desire to see Dave dance, and he half-wondered if Dave would dance with him, and then told himself to stop right there and not go any further with that line of thinking. This was dangerous. "I'm not sure leaving you is what I would call smart," he said, "but I can't imagine how hard marriage is with this job. Hotch and Haley used to be so happy."

Dave snorted. "You'd think I'd be so hard to put up with they'd be happy to have me gone most of the time," he joked, then took a sip of his drink and nodded. "Marriage is hard under the best of conditions. My parents have been married sixty years this coming August, and there have been days I thought he was lucky she didn't brain him with her rolling pin. When you add a job like ours, where you never know where you'll be any given day, spending birthdays and anniversaries and the birth of your firstborn on the road..." He shrugged. "I'm not sure why I tried it the last two times. I should have known better."

Spencer bit his lips together, not quite sure what to say. Hotch talked to him about Haley and the divorce sometimes, and he never knew what to say then either. He actually wasn't sure why he'd kept talking about marriage, except that he'd said Dave's last wife wasn't smart for leaving him, and had wanted to gloss that over a bit. After a while, he cleared his throat and sipped his drink. "The desire for companionship is one of the most basic human instincts. Not just human instinct, most animals actually."

"Yeah, but we seem to be the ones who make it so complicated," Dave said. He glanced at Spencer, wondering how far he could go with innuendo before he crossed a line. "If a dog likes your company, he makes it obvious. If people like each other, there's always a song and dance to go through. Everyone's so interested in protecting themselves from rejection that they don't take their chances at happiness."

Spencer licked his lips and shrugged. He knew too well about wanting to protect himself, from rejection, from getting walked out on after he let someone in. He shrugged. "You did."

Dave raised his eyebrows. "Haven't recently," he murmured, glancing at Spencer again. And I shouldn't, he thought. After a moment he shrugged and gave Spencer a crooked smile. "But you probably don't know what I'm talking about. You're still young and handsome. Even if you don't 'strut your stuff'."

Spencer let out a surprised laugh, then sucked in a breath at the shiver Dave's compliment sent through him. He hoped Dave didn't notice. Or ignored it. Handsome? God. Spencer swallowed and shifted in his seat, but couldn't help smiling. "I, ah... No, I do. Sort of. I mean, I haven't really dated, but I understand the other stuff," he said, gesturing in a vague sort of way. He swallowed hard. "You can always try again until you get it right."

"Eh." Dave made a dismissive gesture. "Eventually you get tired of people walking away from you. Debbie was a police detective. I thought she'd be used to the long hours, you know? Thought she'd understand." He sighed. "Still didn't work out. And I've never had a lot of patience with one-night stands or casual sexual relationships." He drained his glass and waved at the waitress. "You need another drink? What is that, anyway?"

Spencer pressed his lips together and watched Dave as he talked, wishing his words didn't make his chest ache, and wondering vaguely why they did. When Dave flagged the waitress, though, Spencer shifted and lifted his hand from the table to press the back of his fingers to his lips for a moment. "Ah, it's a..." he started, the words muffled under his hand. He turned his head and his hand with it to look away from Dave, wishing his cheeks didn't feel hot, then looked back at the table. "It's a-- It's called a Pink Panty Dropper," he said, the name of the drink sounding forced. "Blame Garcia. And no, I'm fine. I'm starting to feel a little loose already." Or at least he would, if he hadn't just had to admit to what he was drinking.

Dave grinned. "Why, Spencer, you dog, I had no idea," he teased. He ordered another drink for both of them, despite Spencer's refusal. The waitress grinned back at him as he named Spencer's drink, and Dave waggled his eyebrows in amusement. Spencer really had no idea how charming it was that he blushed like that. When the waitress had gone, Dave leaned one elbow on the table, watching Spencer. "So you don't date at all? I find that hard to believe."

Spencer's face felt impossibly hotter, but he cleared his throat and finished the rest of what was in his glass. He shrugged. "It's not completely by choice--I was always far younger than any of my classmates, and I've been in the FBI since school." He played with the rim of his empty glass, wondering how wise it was to actually drink the drink Dave had ordered him when it came. "But otherwise, I understand the, desire to protect oneself, as you put it." His lips pulled to the side in an attempted smile.

Dave nodded slowly. "It must be difficult. It's only natural to want to be with someone who is, generally speaking, an equal. But someone who is your intellectual equal--or as close to it as possible, I suppose--is older, and people your age have different priorities." He gave Spencer a small smile. "My problem was always finding someone who could put up with me. I'm not exactly as suave and charming as Derek." He nodded towards Morgan, who was currently dividing his attention between two women.

Spencer glanced at Morgan, then back to Dave, gripping the table when things got a little spinny. "You've at least got me beat on suave and charming." Dave was an abrasive asshole sometimes too, but Spencer generally wasn't bothered, and Dave could wear that air of confidence well. "When you want to be anyway." He matched Dave's smile, and then thanked the waitress when she brought their drinks. "I'm not convinced my priorities are anything at all like the ones of my peers."

Dave laughed. "Too much work, generally speaking. Eventually I get tired of pretending and people get tired of me. I'd much rather have someone who actually likes me the way I am. Which is an unapologetic bastard, I know," he added, lifting his glass to Spencer. "Don't bother denying it. I know what you were thinking." He winked. "And no, from what I remember of being, what, twenty-five? the priorities were drinking and getting laid."

Spencer's eyebrows lifted when Dave winked, but he pushed them back down and cursed that the drink before was slowly hitting him more. "I'm almost twenty-eight, and I rarely drink anymore, and I've never been laid, and I still like you, even when you're a prick," he said all in one breath, then took a sip of his drink, wishing he could swallow most of those words again. "Oh, God, this is my third drink; I told you I didn't need more."

"Almost twenty-eight," Dave repeated slowly, sitting back in his chair as an odd whisper of excitement threaded through him. Spencer was trying to sound older than he was, and he seemed to be at least hinting that if Dave made an advance, it wouldn't be rejected. Maybe. Suddenly hit by a wave of self-doubt, Dave studied Spencer's face. "Maybe you do, if it makes you speak more freely like that," he said quietly. He kept his gaze on Spencer's, wondering if he actually had the guts to reach out and touch the younger man somehow.

Spencer stared at Dave for a moment, and then felt a little naked and let his gaze slip down Dave's throat to his chest, then to the table. "What are you hoping I'll say?" he murmured, and took another sip.

Dave cleared his throat, feeling suddenly caught. "Why it's so important to you to seem older than you are," he murmured finally, and shifted, letting his knee brush Spencer's. "There's nothing wrong with twenty-seven."

Spencer drew in a sharp breath at the touch, and he knew it was obvious, but he didn't care anymore. "My birthday's just next month; it seems misleading to say twenty-seven now." He licked his lips and looked back up at Dave. "Why are you profiling me now, when I'm fairly certain you might be a little afraid of what you might find?"

"What is it exactly that you think I'm afraid of?" Dave countered, watching him. It was easier to ask another question than to answer what Spencer was actually asking.

"I know you've been watching me for months, so why hasn't this--whatever this is, and it's something--happened before now?" Spencer said. "You're afraid... of something. Not entirely sure what. The age difference, maybe?"

Spencer stopped talking when Morgan and Garcia walked over from the dance floor, Kevin and Prentiss behind them. "Still waiting for those panties of yours to drop, Doctor Reid," Garcia teased.

"You and me both," Spencer said, and lifted his drink in a little toast to her before taking another healthy swallow, not really looking at anyone.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Morgan's eyebrows lift, and saw him look around the group. "Someone drivin' genius boy home?"

Dave smiled faintly, the expression belying his sudden anxiety. Or was it anticipation? "I am. We were actually debating whether now was a good time to go, or if he should finish his drink first." He eyed Morgan. "Somehow I doubt you really need a drink called a Pink Panty Dropper, but maybe someone could finish it for him?" He took a final sip of his bourbon, then stood. It was a shame to waste good bourbon, but he shouldn't really drink any more, if he was taking Spencer home.

"We were not debating that," Spencer said, and then snatched the drink away when Morgan went for it. Unfortunately, Prentiss was on the other side of him and got it before Spencer could finish it.

Dave grinned and donated his whiskey to Morgan. "Oh, so you don't want me to take you home?" he asked, meeting Spencer's gaze and hoping he would catch the hint of innuendo there.

Kevin frowned. "Oh, but we were just going to sit down for a while and try to beat everyone on the trivia game. We need Reid for--"

Dave gave him a look that cut him off mid-sentence, and Penelope snickered and kissed Kevin on the cheek.

Spencer smiled at Kevin, very aware he was far too calm right now, but not caring. After a moment, he looked back at Dave. "I do want to go home with you," Spencer said, standing and gripping Dave's arm for a moment as he got his footing.

Dave sighed and held Spencer up, ignoring the way Morgan's eyebrows shot up. "Right, I think I just won the debate," he murmured. "Let's go, Spence." He slid an arm casually around Spencer's shoulders, hoping Spencer would realize what he was doing and at least pretend to be more drunk than he actually was.

That was nice. Spencer slid an arm around Dave's waist, tempted to let it slip lower, but restraining himself. He let Dave walk him away, and when they were a short distance from the team, he murmured, "I can walk fine." He wasn't that drunk, though he knew his lips were loose.

"Pretend," Dave said shortly, though he wasn't actually angry. He was a little embarrassed to have the entire team, with the possible exception of Hotch, aware that he'd spent the evening trying to seduce Spencer. But he wasn't angry. He guided Spencer out the door and toward his truck.

"I like touching you anyway," Spencer said, and then reluctantly let Dave put him in the passenger seat of the truck.

"And here I thought you were shy," Dave muttered. He gave Spencer an amused look and walked around to get in the driver's side.

"Mm-hmm," Spencer hummed, watching Dave. "I am. A blushing virgin," he added, then looked out the window of the car. "I wanted to finish my drink." He knew he didn't need it, which was part of why he didn't drink often anymore; since his flirtation with Dilaudid, he found it harder and harder to resist intoxication when it was presented to him as an option.

"Mm, which is exactly why you probably shouldn't have," Dave said, pulling out of the parking lot. "As it is, you're probably past the point where you can reliably consent to anything. Where do you live, anyway?"

"Stafford. Take me to your place." Spencer turned to look at Dave again. "Is there anything to consent to?"

"Well, there might have been," Dave said, eying him. "You're drunk. I'm not going to finish seducing you now."

Spencer's expression turned baleful, but after a moment, he just turned forward, slumped in his seat, and crossed his arms over himself.

Dave gave him an amused look. "Well, if I'd realized that Pink Panty Dropper was a literal term, I might not have ordered you a third one," he said. "Where in Stafford?"

"Take me to your place," Spencer repeated. "And I'm perfectly lucid."

"You're perfectly bossy," Dave said. "You just announced to the entire team that you wanted me to take you home and have my way with you. You call that lucid?" He turned the truck toward his own home anyway. He had a guest suite.

Spencer's mouth dropped open, and he turned to look at Dave. "That is not what I said! I said the same thing you did!" He frowned. "And anyway, if you want to touch me, and I know you do, and neither one of us are interested in one night stands, which we aren't, the team is going to figure it out sooner or later. If I announced that, and I'm not convinced I did, I just saved us the trouble of trying to hide our currently non-existent relationship."

After a moment, Dave burst out laughing. Spencer really was adorable without even trying. "It was your tone of voice," Dave said after a moment. "It was all implied, but I'm certain Derek, at least, understood." He glanced over at Spencer. "I'm not sure whether I should be flattered that you don't care about the team knowing, or if I should be worried that you're drunker than I thought," he added teasingly.

Dave laughing at Spencer really didn't do anything for his frown. Spencer barely heard any of what Dave had just said, actually. He just sat there and stared at Dave, his expression darkening, tightening his arms around himself a little.

All right, Spencer wasn't laughing with him. Dave's smile dimmed and he glanced at Spencer again. "Hey, listen, I really am glad you don't care if they know. But do you really think I want our first night together to be when you're drunk? You're not someone I want to get drunk and take home, okay? You're special."

Spencer's frown faded at that, and then slipped off. Those words made his chest ache in a nice sort of way, and in a frightening one, but still nice. He couldn't help the fact that he still felt grumpy now, though. "I do care that they know--not because of what it is, but mostly because Morgan won't ever let it go. But I also think it's pretty pointless to try to hide it." He paused. "And I'm not drunk."

"I would hope Derek would realize that giving you a hard time means pissing me off," Dave said, "even if he doesn't realize what a mistake it is to annoy you." He reached over and covered Spencer's hand with his own. "And maybe you're not drunk, but you're definitely feeling the effects of those Panty Droppers."

Spencer sighed, even as a tingle shot up his arm that made him shiver. He turned his hand and brushed his fingers against Dave's palm. "I don't need you to protect me from Morgan, and I want you to touch me."

Dave hummed and turned onto the road to his house. "I know you don't need me to. You've been dealing with him far longer than I have. My point is, he'd have both of us annoyed at him instead of just you." He squeezed Spencer's hand lightly. "And I am touching you."

Spencer smiled softly in spite of himself. "Not what I meant."

"I know." Dave pulled into his drive and put the truck in park. "How about we go inside and just see how it goes?" He turned to look properly at Spencer.

Spencer drew in a deep breath, and looked at Dave. "Fine," he murmured. He brushed his thumb over Dave's hand, and then pulled away to get out of the car.

Dave led the way inside, flipping on some lights and taking Spencer's coat, then started some coffee brewing. It was strange, now that Spencer was here; Dave wasn't sure what exactly should happen next. They'd gone from casual conversation to innuendo to Spencer coming home with him...and now what? He pushed up the sleeves of his sweater and turned to look at Spencer, who was hovering in the entrance to the kitchen.

"What I've been afraid of," he said after a moment, "is that I'll fuck up royally and this friendship we've developed will go down in flames."

Spencer nodded, feeling like he should really sit down, but stubbornly refusing to do that, or admit to it. He licked his lips and leaned against the door frame. "Why would you fuck up?"

Dave snorted. "Because it's what I do. I have three ex-wives, and a number of exes-of-other-sorts who would tell you that." He looked at Spencer a little sadly, but with no less warmth. "Hell, Aaron could tell you that."

Spencer's eyebrows went up, and a little jolt of... something shot through him. "You've, ah... you and Hotch?" he blurted.

Dave blinked at Spencer for several seconds before he realized what Spencer was assuming. "Oh, God, no. He was too fucking married. No, I just meant he and I have been friends for the better part of fifteen years. He's seen me fuck up over and over again. I'm just..." He laughed unhappily. "An expert at it."

Spencer's shoulders loosened when Dave said he hadn't been with Hotch. After a moment he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Mmm." He walked across the room and started pulling open cabinets to look for coffee mugs, not really sure what to say.

Dave watched Spencer start rummaging in his cabinets. He looked good, making himself at home like this. What wasn't so comfortable was the way Spencer constantly made Dave doubt himself. That hadn't happened in a long time, and he wasn't used to it. "To the right over the sink," he said finally.

Spencer glanced at Dave, and then went to get the mugs. He walked back over to Dave and put one of them down. He drew a deep breath and sort of slumped against the counter, looking into one of the mugs still curled in his hand. "We don't have to know what this is right now." That was almost scarier, because there was an easy out, but Dave was afraid of screwing up, and Spencer was still afraid of getting hurt.

"I, ah...oh, hell," Dave said, turning and glaring down at the counter. "Look, I meant what I said about casual sex. I'm not a fan. Somewhere along the lines, someone always gets hurt. Sometimes it's been me, I'll admit it. But..." He sighed. "Call me old-fashioned, hell, call me old, but that's not what I'm looking for."

Spencer looked back up at him. "If you think I'm interested in giving my virginity to someone who just wants to fuck me a couple of times, and that's it, you don't know me as well as I'd hoped."

Dave shook his head, his frown fading. "You know I didn't think that," he said, feeling slightly better. He turned to lean one hip against the counter, studying Spencer's expression. After a moment he lifted a hand to brush his fingers against Spencer's cheek. "Can I kiss you?"

Spencer sucked in a breath, closed his eyes, and gripped the mug tighter, but automatically turned into Dave's touch anyway. "Yes," he breathed without hesitation.

Dave held Spencer's gaze for a few more heartbeats, then nodded and moved closer, bringing his other hand up to frame Spencer's face. "Good," he murmured, and leaned in, lifting his face to brush his lips against Spencer's. It sent a rush of pleasant heat through him, and he immediately kissed Spencer again, more firmly.

Spencer's stomach did a flip, but he returned the kiss with a little whimper, and then wrapped his arms around Dave's shoulders and dragged him closer. He could still taste the whiskey on Dave's tongue, and he wondered for a moment if he tasted like pink lemonade, but then pushed it aside to deepen the kiss.

Spencer was taller than Dave. It was a strange sensation. Dave tilted his head back a little more as Spencer pulled him closer, pleased at that response. He slid one hand into Spencer's hair, cradling the back of his head and giving Spencer the lead in their kiss.

Spencer made another noise of want, and curled the fingers of his free hand--he realized suddenly he was still clutching that mug like it was a safety net--into the top of Dave's shirt, and then slipped his fingers inside to touch Dave's back.

Dave finally broke the kiss to catch his breath, though he brushed his lips along Spencer's jaw, enjoying the faint feeling of stubble. "Spencer," he murmured, running his fingers through his hair. "God."

The sharp, but oddly tickling brush of Dave's goatee against Spencer's skin brought a smile to his face. He tilted his head up a little to encourage Dave to keep going, and then a low, rolling laugh escaped him.

Dave hummed inquisitively, then pulled back enough to meet Spencer's gaze. "What?" he asked, half-smiling.

Spencer opened his eyes and looked down, smiling. "I've never been kissed by someone with facial hair before," he said. "Feels good."

Dave's smile widened. "I'm glad to hear it. I like you, but I'm fond of my goatee, too." He leaned up and kissed Spencer again, more hungrily. His free hand slid down to wrap around Spencer's waist.

Spencer took a half-step forward and pressed their bodies together, making a needy noise as he returned the hunger in their kiss. His body was responding quickly, but he pulled back after a moment, breathless. "Dave. David," he murmured, some vague idea that he should stop this floating around in his head. As much as he was, well, pouty and indignant earlier, he was starting to think losing his virginity while tipsy wasn't a great idea. Part of him hated having to concede the point to Dave.

"Mmm," Dave answered, brushing his lips along Spencer's jaw. Then he realized Spencer wasn't just saying his name, he was trying to get his attention. He stopped and looked up at Spencer. "Hmm?"

"I--" Spencer wasn't sure what exactly to say, so he leaned down and brushed his cheek to Dave's. "I don't know." He slid his hand down Dave's back and sighed. "I don't think tonight's the night, no matter what I said in the car."

"Ah." Dave tried not to be disappointed, because he'd been the one saying they shouldn't, anyway. Still, he couldn't help wishing he had fewer scruples. "Tonight's not the night for what? Sex, or touching at all?"

Spencer swallowed, and kissed the corner of Dave's mouth. "Touching would lead to... things," he said vaguely.

Dave's eyebrows went up. "Things?" He laughed. "I think I'm capable of behaving myself."

Spencer smiled softly. "That's not what I hear."

"Hey." Dave glared at him, though there was no heat to it. "You shouldn't believe everything you hear. Unless it's good. Then it's all true." He grinned faintly and leaned in for another kiss.

Spencer drew in a deep breath, and kissed Dave back, slowly and deeply, his fingers curling into the back of Dave's shirt. "If we touch, I won't want to stop," he breathed.

Dave hummed. "I won't either," he murmured, "but I have willpower enough to resist, I think." He trailed his fingers along Spencer's neck. "What have you done before? We could work out a compromise."

"Mnnn," Spencer hummed, feeling a flash of heat work through him that had nothing to do with the way Dave was touching him. "This," he murmured. "And, ah... I--" That heat went straight to his cock a second later when he started actually thinking about the only thing he'd really done already in the context of being with Dave. "This is embarrassing," he mumbled, then kissed Dave to steady himself. "I've, ah, been-- had a... blowjob," he stammered, and felt himself get even harder.

Dave smiled slowly. "There, see, I knew we could work out a compromise," he said. "That I can quite happily do." He kissed Spencer again, then ducked his head to kiss Spencer's throat. "I'd like to."

"Oh, God," Spencer groaned, licking his lips and tilting his head back to offer Dave more of his throat. He wasn't sure how having already done it made it okay to do while tipsy, except that it wasn't like he was making a rash decision in being with Dave in general. He already knew he wanted Dave. "We can... yeah, we can do that. I've, ah... never done it to anyone else though..."

Dave hummed and nibbled at Spencer's throat. "You don't have to reciprocate, if you don't want to," he murmured. It was interesting to hear Spencer had been on the receiving end and not the giving one, but it didn't deter Dave. He closed his lips on Spencer's skin and sucked.

Spencer hissed at the teeth on his skin when it send another thrill of want through him. He slid his hand up into Dave's hair and let out another little noise of need. "What about you?" he breathed.

"Have you ever touched another man like that?" Dave murmured, sliding his hands down Spencer's sides to rest on his hips. "I'd be more than happy with a handjob."

Spencer swallowed, then licked his lips. "I could do that," he breathed. "I could suck you too, I just... haven't done it before." He ignored the first question purposely.

"I wouldn't want to push you further than you're comfortable," Dave said. He licked Spencer's throat and then lifted his head to brush his nose along Spencer's jaw. He really wanted Spencer to touch him.

Spencer shook his head a bit, but Dave's tongue was distracting. Distracting enough that he finally said what he was thinking. "I might not be any good at it," he whispered, his fingers curling a bit into Dave's hair as he pressed his hand into the small of Dave's back, pulling him closer.

"You're enthusiastic and a quick learner," Dave pointed out, smiling against Spencer's skin. "I think you'd be plenty good at it." For that matter, there was no such thing as a bad blowjob, in his opinion.

Spencer nodded slowly. "Okay," he said softly, and ducked his head to kiss Dave again, his lips hungry; part of his hunger was excitement, while the rest was nerves. He finally fumbled the mug back onto the counter behind him, and drew his tongue along Dave's lip as he turned them and pressed Dave to the counter.

Dave hummed and slid a hand up into Spencer's hair, enjoying the hunger in their kiss and returning it with equal fervor. "Sexy," he murmured against Spencer's lips.

Spencer hummed a small laughed and shifted to nip at Dave's jaw. "Uh-huh," he said, his tone teasing, as he nipped at Dave's jaw. He pressed against Dave with a groan, the sudden pressure against his erection both a welcome relief and a tease.

"Mmm." Dave looped one arm around Spencer's waist and pulled him closer, groaning. "Wanted to do this for so long." He almost couldn't believe Spencer wanted him. They were so different, and yet they still had so much in common.

"Me too," Spencer breathed. "All your fault," he added, his teeth grazing downward until he was biting lightly at Dave's Adam's apple. He started pulling open Dave's shirt buttons.

Dave laughed, though it was strangled by the pleasure of Spencer's teeth on him. "How is it my fault?" he demanded.

"If you hadn't started watching me," Spencer started, and then just let Dave fill in the blanks. He'd worked the buttons open half way down Dave's chest, and he bent to follow his hand with his lips, dipping his tongue into the hollow of Dave's throat.

"Nnn," Dave managed, and arched his head back. "How long--" he gasped, curling his fingers in Spencer's hair. His other hand slid down to slip inside the back of Spencer's pants.

Spencer pushed Dave's shirt back, off his shoulders. This was strange, being with another man, but somehow it felt a little less stressful than it did the rare occasions he'd been with women. He slid his tongue over Dave's nipple. "How long what?"

Dave's breath caught in his throat and he tightened his fingers on Spencer's hair, not quite pulling. "How long have you known?" he managed, tugging the back of Spencer's shirt out of his pants and sliding his fingers up along Spencer's spine.

Mmm," Spencer hummed, biting lightly at Dave's nipple and then moving down, his tongue working down Dave's breastbone to his stomach. He dropped to his knees when he'd bent too far for comfort, and continued kissing Dave's skin as he started to work open Dave's pants. He liked the layer of softness around Dave's middle, and he nipped lightly, smiling to himself. "You touched me in Philadelphia. You didn't need to."

"God," Dave breathed, his skin tingling with the way Spencer was touching him. "That's been a while ago." He stroked his fingers through Spencer's hair, watching him. Apparently Spencer wanted to go first. That seemed odd, since he'd admitted he'd never done this. Not that Dave was going to stop him.

"I've been waiting, I guess." Spencer pressed his cheek to Dave's stomach as he pulled Dave's zipper open and tugged down. The nervousness hadn't hit him until just then, but he suddenly realized he was about to be face to face with Dave's cock. It was exciting, but enough to make his stomach flip too. "Or maybe I was afraid too," he breathed.

Dave brushed his fingers over Spencer's hair and down to his shoulder. "I'm not sure what you had to be afraid of. Surely you knew better than to be afraid of me." He strove for a teasing tone, but there was a little too much breathless anticipation for it to quite work.

Spencer pulled away, partly because he was trying to make his heart stop hammering, and looked up at Dave, his expression sincere. "I was afraid I might have been wrong. Or that, if I was right, and you were afraid, you wouldn't have ever acted on it. And then I would have felt like an idiot."

Dave gave him a crooked smile. "That would have been a first," he murmured. "God, Spence, you're beautiful. Maybe I was afraid, but I have too much pride to let fear stop me forever. Especially when it's keeping me from someone like you."

Spencer nodded slowly and held Dave's gaze as he reached up and gripped Dave's cock, giving it a gentle stroke. It was weird touching another man, but Spencer kept his eyes on Dave's, letting it ease him a little, watching what his light touches did to Dave.

Dave's breath shuddered out of his lungs at the first touch. It quickly went ragged as Spencer kept his touches light, watching Dave's face. God, this was oddly sexy, the way he was studying Dave's reaction. Dave lowered his eyelids a little, his mouth dropping open, as he looked back hungrily at Spencer.

Spencer drew in a deep breath, pleased at the way Dave was looking at him, but still feeling unsure. He hated not knowing things backwards and forwards; it was strange, uncomfortable. He thought he'd probably need to study Dave's body as much as possible, but even that prospect didn't help too much right now. He'd done this first because he wanted to get it done so he could relax enough to enjoy what Dave did to him without building anxiety. He still thought that was the best plan too, so he licked his lips and lowered his gaze. God. Spencer swallowed hard and leaned in, drawing his tongue along the head of Dave's cock, tasting, testing the experience.

Dave let out a quiet noise of pleasure, still watching Spencer. "God, yes," he breathed, one hand massaging lightly on Spencer's shoulder. He could feel Spencer's anxiety and hesitation, but the pleasure overwhelmed his awareness of that, and he pressed his back against the counter to keep his hips from jerking and catching Spencer off guard.

That was encouraging, and the taste of Dave's precome against Spencer's tongue was so sexy--surprisingly good, actually. Spencer let out a little noise, appreciating Dave's hand on his shoulder, but mostly appreciating that Dave wasn't asking him if he was okay. He didn't want to talk about his nerves, and Dave surely knew Spencer wouldn't be doing this if he didn't want to. Spencer hummed softly and closed his lips around the head of Dave's cock, licking over the soft flesh and letting out a little whimper. The excitement of what he was doing started trying to take over the nervousness.

"Spencer," Dave murmured, trying to smile despite his distraction. "Good." His other hand buried itself in Spencer's hair. Pleasure was sliding through his body, making his heart pound. Spencer looked good like this, his lips stretched around Dave's cock. It was wonderful.

Spencer closed his eyes and pressed his free hand against Dave's hip as his other stayed curled around the base of Dave's cock. He sucked in a barely shaky breath and slid his lips down, taking Dave deeper into his mouth. He stopped when Dave's cock hit the back of his mouth, and pressed his tongue against the underside of Dave's cock before he pulled back, his brows drawing together as he concentrated on both what he was doing and on memorizing how this felt.

Dave let out a strangled noise that was something between "Spence" and "Yes" as Spencer took him in deeper. God, that was fantastic! He wondered how Spencer could have been nervous about this. Dave watched him hungrily, wishing he'd thought to take Spencer's shirt off so he could touch bare skin as he ran his hand over Spencer's shoulders.

The more Dave responded, the looser Spencer's shoulders went. He was listening for every little hitch of Dave's breath, remembering what he was doing each time Dave moaned or made a noise of pleasure. He slid his hand up Dave's body to press it against Dave's chest, feeling the thudding of Dave's heart as he focused on replicating every swipe of his tongue that had drawn a good reaction from Dave.

"Yes, yes," Dave breathed, lifting one hand to cover Spencer's. It was a tender gesture, and it felt appropriate for this moment, this man. "Oh, do that again!" he gasped after Spencer hummed.

I was going to once you gasped like that, Spencer thought, and paused long enough to open his eyes and look up at Dave, grinning as much as he could around Dave's cock, which really just meant his eyes narrowed a little in amusement. After a few seconds, he turned his attention back to what he was doing, his eyes falling shut and his brows drawing together again. It wasn't difficult to hum, now that he was relaxing, as he couldn't help but moan at the way it felt to make Dave respond to him like this.

"Nnnh, gorgeous," Dave managed, pleased that Spencer was enjoying this. "Fuck!" His body was trembling with desire, and he had a feeling he wasn't going to last as long as he should.

Oh, God, that was good, getting Dave to curse. Spencer repeated what he'd been doing when Dave said that, flicking his tongue at Dave's slit. He turned his hand under Dave's and curled his fingers around Dave's, then brought their joined hands down to rest against the counter.

"Fuck, Spence!" Dave said again, his hips jerking a little. He tightened his fingers on Spencer's and pressed back against the counter again to stop moving. "God, that's good! Close." Waves of pleasure were crashing through him, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Spencer made a surprised noise when Dave's hips moved, but the lust that ran through him immediately after drowned all his fears. He could make Dave want like that. It was a little empowering, and as soon as Dave pushed his hips back, Spencer followed and took Dave as deeply as he could, moaning louder around his cock.

Dave let out a loud cry and arched his head back. God, he was going to come. "Spence--going--" he got out, then moaned. He was straining not to come yet, but it had been a long time, and Spencer was too damn sexy "Going to come," he managed, and did.

Spencer made another little sound of surprise as his mouth was flooded with Dave's release. He'd been expecting to enjoy it as much as he had liked the sticky, slightly salty taste against his tongue, but he hadn't been ready for it. He tried to swallow, but pulled away with a cough after a moment, part of Dave's release stretching in a pearly strand form Dave's prick to Spencer's lips before dribbling down Spencer's chin. He swallowed what he could and cleared his throat, his cheeks going a little warm as he wiped at his chin with the back of his hand.

"God," Dave managed, a shudder of release going through him. "Fantastic." He slid down to kneel in front of Spencer and leaned in to give him a grateful kiss. "That felt great." He stroked his hand over Spencer's hair.

"Good," Spencer murmured against Dave's lips, still unsure whether he should feel embarrassed about nearly choking. He slid his hand over Dave's waist and pressed his forehead to Dave's as Dave caught his breath.

Dave hummed and lifted a hand to work at Spencer's buttons. "I want to see you," he murmured, his voice lazy and sated. He wanted Spencer naked, honestly, but he would be more than happy just to get his shirt off.

Spencer let out a little whimper, remembering his aching cock all of a sudden. He'd been so focused on Dave and what he'd been doing to Dave to pay it any mind, but now Dave was undressing him. "Mmph." He nodded his consent and leaned towards Dave, both his hands slipping to Dave's hips.

That was all the encouragement Dave needed to kiss Spencer hungrily. When he pulled back, he finished undoing Spencer's shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. "Look at you," he murmured, leaning down to run his tongue along Spencer's collarbone. "Wonderful."

Spencer lifted a hand to bury it in Dave's hair and released a gusty breath, his body begging for more. "Dave," he whispered. "David," he said just after, smiling softly. It was a strangely sexy name. "Yes." He reached down to fumble with the buttons on his pants.

Dave made a contented noise when Spencer called him David. He lowered his head more, licking and sucking at Spencer's chest. "Need you to stand up," he said, dropping his hands to help Spencer with his pants, too.

Spencer made an impatient noise--he was willing to just let Dave press him into the floor and suck him right where he was--but he stood anyway. Once he was up, Dave curled his fingers into Spencer's pants and lifted his eyebrows; Spencer licked his lips, his gaze making the 'it's okay if you want to undress me' implicit. Then Dave was pulling his pants and underwear down, and Spencer had to kick off his shoes to let Dave get them off. He wound up standing there wearing nothing but a pair of mismatched socks, and realized too late that Dave still had his pants mostly on. He swallowed and looked down at Dave.

Dave looked hungrily up and down Spencer's body, a smile spreading across his face. "God, you're sexy," he murmured, stroking his hands up Spencer's thighs. "Here, get up on the counter." He gently nudged Spencer backward.

Spencer's brows rose, and then the small of his back hit the counter. He was probably looking at Dave like he was crazy. "The counter?" It seemed strange for a neat freak to want a naked man on his kitchen counter, but if Dave was sure...

"Mmm," Dave affirmed, and nudged Spencer gently. The idea of Spencer naked on his counter was sexy, but it also spared Dave's knees from the hard kitchen floor.

Spencer licked his lips, still staring at Dave, still not quite understanding. He finally nodded and levered himself up on the counter with a little hop, then hissed loudly and tensed at the cold granite against his skin. "God, cold!" he breathed, a harsh whisper.

Dave grinned at him and leaned in for a hungry kiss, sliding his palms up Spencer's sides. "God, you're sexy," he murmured. He kissed his way down Spencer's neck to his shoulder, where he sucked hard at the skin.

Spencer sucked in a breath as Dave kissed him, trying to relax again, knowing the counter would warm under him. He braced his hands on the counter behind him, letting out a little moan as Dave sucked; suddenly he thought he wouldn't mind at all if he walked away from this covered in Dave's marks.

Dave hummed in satisfaction at the noise Spencer made. He ran one hand up to tweak a nipple gently and kissed his way down to the other, which he took between his teeth for a moment before sucking.

Spencer gasped and made a strangled noise, arching his back. "God!" he said, his breath shortening at the pinches and nips, the slightly rough treatment setting his nerves on fire.

Dave moaned faintly, working his tongue over the hard nub before moving lower to kiss Spencer's stomach. "So lean," he mumbled against Spencer's skin. He slid his hands back down Spencer's sides to stroke, light as feathers, across his thighs.

Spencer let out a shuddery breath, letting his head fall back against the kitchen wall. "Mm, it's a curse," he whispered. "Good thing... I can shoot."

"S'sexy," Dave contradicted, and let his fingers stray closer to Spencer's cock without actually touching it. "Makes you look damn good in vests," he added, and licked a circle around Spencer's belly button.

Spencer couldn't reply. He bit his lip and whimpered, trying not to shift too much when Dave's tongue got dangerously close to a ticklish spot, but staying primarily focused on the hand near his erection. "Mmm, please touch me," he murmured.

Dave smirked and trailed his hand further away. "Impatient, aren't you?" he breathed, and then lowered his head to take Spencer's cock in his mouth.

"Nngh! Dave!" Spencer gasped. God, it had been so long since he'd done this that it all felt almost new. "More," he pushed, sliding his fingers into Dave's hair.

Dave hummed, glancing up at Spencer in amusement, and then started sucking, working his tongue against Spencer's cock. He stroked his fingers back up Spencer's thigh, pausing to trace the crease of his hip.

"Mmm, thank you," Spencer managed, and bit his lip again, squirming at the way the wet heat moved around him. "Changed my mind, I want you to fuck me," he breathed, only really half joking as his fingers tightened in the greying locks.

Dave narrowed his eyes at Spencer since he was unable to shake his head. He made a negative noise, then flicked his tongue across the head of Spencer's cock. He wasn't going to let Spencer change his mind at this point.

Spencer gasped and arched, licking his lips. He shifted to get one foot up on the edge of the counter and let his leg fall open. He sort of wanted to push into the wonderful velvety feeling that was sending thrills through him, but he refrained. The fingers of the hand against the counter pressing into it. "Dave, please," he breathed.

Dave moaned and stroked one hand down to massage Spencer's balls. He was so sexy like this, enjoying himself completely, giving himself over to pleasure in a way that most people probably didn't expect from Doctor Spencer Reid. Dave loved it.

"Please," Spencer begged again, becoming a little less successful at not squirming into Dave's mouth. He tried to speak again, but it broke off into another long moan. "So good," he panted. "You're so good."

"Mmm." Dave gripped Spencer's hip with one hand and nudged, encouraging him to move. When Spencer didn't seem to understand--or believe he meant it--he slid slowly off his cock. "You can move," he murmured breathlessly, smiling. Then he took Spencer into his mouth again, as deep as he could, before pulling back slowly and beginning to bob his head.

Spencer's heart jumped into his throat when Dave nudged him, and then told him to move. God, Dave really was going to fuck him, and a whole new wash of anxiety ran through Spencer, followed quickly by a rush of desire. He wanted Dave. He wanted to feel Dave. And he wanted it now, even if he'd thought better of it before Dave's lips were around his cock. After another moment's hesitation, Spencer shifted so that Dave would be able to reach his entrance, whimpering slightly and licking his lips, unable to take his eyes off Dave.

Dave's eyes widened very slightly as he realized Spencer had misunderstood--Dave had meant to give Spencer permission to thrust into his mouth, but he was more than happy to give some attention to Spencer's ass, instead. He narrowed his eyes again in an approximation of a smile and slid his free hand around to tease just at the base of Spencer's spine. He stroked the soft skin there with one fingertip for several moments, then slid that finger down, sliding into the valley of Spencer's ass. God, he was incredibly desirable. Dave felt a shiver of want go through him again at the thought, and had to push it away. No matter what Spencer said in the height of passion, Dave was sure he would regret giving his virginity up while even slightly inebriated.

Spencer drew in a couple of shaky breaths and let his eyes flutter shut. God, it felt good, but he really wished his heart would stop thudding, almost painfully, in his chest He was barely paying any attention to Dave's mouth now, his focus on the teasing, wonderfully exciting brush of Dave's finger. "God," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.

Dave groaned again, entranced by Spencer's responsiveness. It was gratifying to be with someone who was so excited about this, and the fact that it was Spencer, whom he'd wanted for months, made it perfect. He slid his finger down to just barely brush against Spencer's entrance. At the same time he swirled his tongue around Spencer's cock, trying to give him as much pleasure as he could.

Spencer had touched himself before, but someone else doing it was completely different, and as soon as Dave's finger brushed Spencer's entrance, sending a shiver right through him, Dave started working over his cock more. "Oh, Dave!" he gasped. He gripped the edge of the counter, a little afraid if he squirmed now he might fall off. "Yes. Want you," he murmured, his apprehension ebbing away the more and more Dave touched him.

Dave pulled off Spencer's cock again, licking at the tip. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight," he said, then slid down on Spencer again, humming. At the same time he began circling Spencer's opening more deliberately, rubbing a little more firmly.

Spencer's eyes flew open at those words, and he dropped his head from where it was tilted back against the wall, meeting Dave's gaze. A second later Dave was humming around his cock, and his finger was pressing, delivering delicious friction against his entrance. He gasped, the pleasure cutting through the surprise (and slight embarrassment), and then moaned, his fingers going tighter against the counter. "W-why?" he breathed, wishing he sounded a little more like he was capable of coherent thought.

Dave sucked harder for a moment, then pulled back again. "Spencer," he murmured, "trust me." He leaned in and licked his way up Spencer's cock, then back down, swirling his tongue around it. As he did, he pulled his hand back long enough to spit, then he took Spencer's cock in his mouth again. He worked the spit over his finger as best he could, then pressed again at Spencer's opening, pushing just inside this time as he sucked hard on Spencer's cock.

"I want to--" Spencer's words broke off mid-sentence as Dave's finger slid into him a little. "Oh! Dave," he panted, licking his lips. The little stretch felt good, and Spencer squirmed, trying to catch his breath. "I want... to feel you," he finally finished, but he was starting to not really care what Dave did or didn't do to him, as long as he kept sucking him and touching him like he was.

Dave hummed an acknowledgment and slid his finger in further, glancing up at Spencer. He loved the breathless way Spencer was talking. Pretty soon, Dave imagined, Spencer wouldn't really care if Dave fucked him or not. And tomorrow he'd be glad. Dave turned his finger a little, searching for the little bump he knew would get Spencer's attention.

Spencer hissed as Dave's finger stretched him farther, shifting a little to try and get comfortable, and then cried out when Dave hit what Spencer assumed was his prostate. He had to grip the edge of the counter harder as the jolt of pleasure ran through him so fast that his hips jerked in response. "Fuck! Da-- David, yes!" He remembered his hand in Dave's hair and loosened it, trying not to pull.

Dave let out an appreciative groan and rubbed that spot. He sucked harder, working his tongue, and slid his other hand down to massage Spencer's balls again. He had to be close, especially from the way his body was tensing. Dave looked forward to watching Spencer come.

Spencer couldn't seem to stop the little moans and exclamations of pleasure from rolling off his tongue. The pressure against the spot inside him was driving him fast toward the edge of pleasure. He was barely even aware of what he was saying, Dave's tongue, hot and wet against his prick, and Dave's finger wrenching more pleasure from him than he'd ever felt before.

God, that was gorgeous. Dave moaned again, cupping Spencer's balls in his hand and squeezing gently. Come for me, Spencer, he thought, Let me see you. It was the only problem with blow jobs--you couldn't talk to the person without stopping what you were doing.

Spencer's body felt hot, burning, and his fingers tightened in Dave's hair again as his body continued to tense. He knew he was close, and he tried to squeak a little warning, but the words didn't want to form around the other wordless declarations of desire. Pleasure coiled low in his body, and a moment later his blood was rushing in his ears and he came, his body spasming against the counter, his hips moving involuntarily against Dave's mouth.

Dave moved his free hand to brace Spencer enough to keep him from falling off the counter. He swallowed eagerly, working his tongue against Spencer as he came. It was incredibly exciting to watch the younger man lose all inhibitions in that moment. Groaning, Dave pulled slowly off Spencer's cock once he was finished, licking him clean. "God," he panted, watching Spencer warmly.

Spencer slumped back against the counter, feeling like he couldn't breathe. He could feel the flush in his cheeks and he let go of Dave's hair to press his hand to his stomach lightly, his skin damp with sweat. He tried to move and failed.

"You're gorgeous," Dave breathed, staring at him. He stood, somewhat stiffly, and kissed Spencer hungrily, letting Spencer taste himself on Dave's tongue.

That was surprisingly good, and Spencer wasn't sure why it was so nice to taste his release like this. And he didn't currently have the brainpower to try to analyze it. "You're good," he whispered, not opening his eyes.

Dave smiled against Spencer's lips. "That all depends on your definition of good," he murmured, and kissed Spencer again. "Will you come to bed with me?" he whispered. "Just to sleep."

Spencer slid his hands around Dave, his arms feeling heavy, and dragged Dave closer to him, not paying a bit of mind to the way he was tugging him half over the counter. "Mmmmm."

Grinning, Dave let Spencer pull him close and wrapped his arms around him. Then he leaned back, scooting Spencer closer to the edge and supporting his weight. "Come to bed," he said again after several minutes. "You can relax better there."

"Oh, I'm not sure I could get much more relaxed," Spencer retorted, and buried his face against Dave's neck.

Dave laughed faintly and stroked a hand up Spencer's back. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said.

Spencer wrapped his legs around Dave, pulling him closer again, and leaning back enough to kiss Dave, making how much he enjoyed it clear. He sucked in a slow breath then and slipped off the counter, his legs feeling a little weak.

"Mmm. That was fantastic," Dave said, sliding his arm around Spencer's waist. He was looking forward to falling asleep with Spencer in his bed.

Spencer leaned against Dave and turned his head to kiss Dave's neck, then he sighed and started gathering his clothes off the floor.

Dave tugged his pants back where they belonged and got his shirt and Spencer's, then started flipping off some of the lights. "Master bedroom's back this way," he said, pausing by the door to watch Spencer. "You can borrow a pair of pajamas, though I imagine the pants will be too short. I have some with a drawstring."

Spencer tensed slightly, but Dave didn't flip all the lights off, so he relaxed. He tugged on his shirt and looked back at Dave, smiling softly. Somehow the idea of wearing Dave's pajamas was nice, intimate. He glanced down at himself. His shirt tails covered him, so he just bunched up the rest of his clothes in his hands. "Unless you find a few extra inches of ankle scandalous, I don't have a problem with that."

"Good." Dave liked the idea of Spencer in his clothes. Even just pajamas. "Come to bed."

"Mm, okay," Spencer said, letting his eyes travel Dave's bare chest. He stroked his hand over it, and then started in the direction Dave gestured to, very aware that walking in front of Dave now afforded Dave a full view of his naked legs.

Dave enjoyed the view immensely as he followed Spencer down the hall, pointing over Spencer's shoulder when he needed guidance to the right door. When they got to the bedroom, Dave pulled open the pajama drawer and found the pair with a drawstring in the waist.

Spencer took them from Dave and tugged them on, not bothering to pull his underwear back on. They were pretty short, and he swam in them a little, but he cinched the drawstring and smiled at Dave, then headed toward the bathroom to brush his teeth with his finger. When he came back, Dave was still getting dressed for bed, so Spencer just slipped under the sheets and silently claimed his "side".

Dave had been entirely unable to hide his grin at the sight of Spencer's ankles peeking out from his pajama pants, but there was something incredibly comforting and arousing all at once about Spencer Reid in his pajamas. He finished getting ready as quickly as he could, then climbed in bed next to Spencer and wrapped his arms around him. "Now this is nice," he murmured, burying his face against Spencer's neck.

Spencer hesitated for a moment, as he wasn't sure exactly what to expect sharing a bed with someone else, but then he returned the embrace, threading his fingers into Dave's hair. "Mm-hmm," he sighed. "Thank you."

Dave laughed softly. "What are you thanking me for?" he murmured, stroking his fingers along Spencer's back.

Spencer drew a deep breath, and then let it out. "For wanting me... For not-- Earlier. It would have been good--great, I'm sure--but it wouldn't have... um, it wouldn't have been right."

Dave hummed and kissed Spencer tenderly. "I'm glad you aren't angry," he murmured. "I agree. This is worth taking our time."

"Let's not take too long," Spencer whispered, kissing Dave again.

Dave laughed and shifted, getting more comfortable and pulling Spencer against him. "The impatience of youth," he teased, but he tightened his arm around Spencer briefly to let him know he agreed.

Spencer gave Dave a little dismissive noise, and slid his arms down Dave's back. "Night," he whispered.

"Sweet dreams," Dave replied. He closed his eyes, relaxing into the warmth and comfort of having someone in his arms.


Part Two

Comments

[munin.livejournal.com]

No comments? People must have been impatient to get to part 2!

I have to know, are Pink Panty Droppers real? Because I am so ordering that next time I'm at a bar if they are!

[innerslytherin]

LOL It's real, but I can't decide if it sounds good or gross. Beer, pink lemonade, tequila, and vodka, seem to be the ingredients.

[qzee.livejournal.com]

*fans self* this was steamy hot.

[innerslytherin]

Hee, thanks! :)