Lessons Learned and Unlearned, Reid/Rossi, NC-17 PWP

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Title: Lessons Learned and Unlearned
Authors: innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~6,000
Summary: Hotch might have had a chat with Spencer on the jet back from Texas, but Dave
had a few things of his own to say to genius Doctor Reid, and they were best said in private.
Notes: RP format. Established relationship. Takes place immediately after Elephant's Memory. Feel free to
point out any glaring errors. :)



David Rossi was out of the SUV the minute it stopped rolling. He slammed the door behind him and
headed to his office, not waiting for the rest of the team. Hotch might have had a chat with Spencer on
the jet back from Texas, but Dave had a few things of his own to say to genius Doctor Reid, and they
were best said in private. He closed his office door, knowing Spencer would eventually get around to knocking.

Spencer couldn't help but wince when Dave's door slammed, but he tried not to watch Dave too closely.
The team, generally speaking, wasn't overly thrilled at how the case in Texas had ended, and Dave was
the least likely of all of them to censor his anger. Thankfully, the team didn't know that Dave's anger
ran deeper than that. Spencer had put his life in danger--no gun, no vest--and walked up to a clearly
unstable young man. And Dave had probably thought he was about to lose his lover.

Spencer shuffled inside the bullpen, not meeting anyone's gaze, and glanced up at Dave's door, then
started on his paperwork. It wasn't until much later that Spencer headed up to Dave's door and
knocked, his stomach flipping. He didn't wait for the answer, he just pushed inside and shut the door
behind him. "I had to," he whispered.

Dave didn't look up from his desk right away. He knew he was being passive-aggressive, and he didn't
give a shit. When Spencer had deliberately stepped between Dave's gun and Owen, Dave
thought his heart had stopped. "Had to what?"

"You know what," Spencer said. He took a few step inside and gave Dave a pleading look, even though
Dave wasn't looking at him. "You can be angry at me all you want, but I would do it again. You
know he would have been killed if I hadn't..."

"And you could have been killed!" Dave snapped, lifting his head to glare at Spencer. "Owen
was a reckless kid on a mission to commit suicide by cop. You're damn lucky he didn't kill you,
and you're lucky one of the cops didn't get trigger-happy and think they could shoot around you!"

Spencer flinched at Dave's tone--quiet, but dangerously so--and looked down at the floor. He licked his
lips. "I knew I could talk to him. We-- we aren't that different, and... I..." He didn't know exactly how
to respond about the possibility of getting shot by one of the cops. It hadn't crossed his mind to even
be worried about that, so he dropped the topic.

"You aren't that different?" Dave stood up and stalked around his desk. "Spencer, you are
nothing like him! You have been singled out, picked on, persecuted, and forced to grow up too
soon, and look how you turned out? You work for the FBI saving innocent people! You don't go
around looking for revenge for past wrongs. Yes, you've taken lives, but only ever when it was
necessary for the greater good. Owen is just a loser. You are a hero."

Spencer looked back up when Dave called Owen a loser, the shame in his expression fading and being
replaced with mild shock. "He isn't. He-- he didn't have the advantages I had, but he's not..." He
frowned. "Dave, just because I didn't turn out like that doesn't mean I couldn't have. It doesn't mean
that I-- that I never entertained the thought of revenge. I know Owen," he insisted, his voice speeding.

"You know what, this is beside the point," Dave said, moving closer until his chest was almost touching
Spencer's. "The point is, you took off your damn vest and risked your life to save a kid
who had slaughtered half a dozen people. I don't give a good God damn how many disadvantages he
had--and like your parents weren't disadvantage enough--you still should have know better than to risk
your life and my joy because you felt sorry for him!"

"It's not about feeling sorry! It's about knowing he deserved better than what he got and what he
would have gotten!" Spencer took a step back and narrowed his eyes. "And don't you talk
about my parents. Not now, and not like this," he hissed. They'd talked about them before, in detail,
but the way Dave had just used them to twist his side of the argument had sent a little jolt of anger
through Spencer.

"Again, not the point," Dave said, stepping forward again and glaring into Spencer's face. Sometimes,
like now, he really fucking hated being shorter than Spencer. "The point is, if you take a bullet, it's not
just your life you're ruining any more. It's my life you're ruining, too. And it's fucking
egotistical and selfish of you to pull a stunt like that when I fucking love you!"

"Oh, like you're one to talk about egotistical and--!" Spencer blinked, the anger draining out of his
expression. "What?!"

"Yeah, I love you, dammit, and I'm not saying it again." Dave lifted his hands to frame Spencer's face.
"I thought I was going to lose you," he whispered, and pulled him down to kiss him hard.

Spencer made a surprised noise and curled his fingers into Dave's shirt. He was breathless when Dave
pulled back. "You love me?" he breathed, then didn't wait for an answer. His tone went pleading again,
because he understood now. "I knew I could talk him out of it. I knew. I couldn't in Chula Vista, but
this time... Dave. You love me?"

"I told you I'm not saying it again," Dave grumbled, but some of his rage had been blunted by Spencer's
obvious shock. Then his eyes flashed angrily again as he remembered his nearly overwhelming urge to
vomit with relief when Owen had put down his gun. "I can't lose you, Spencer," he said. "And
this is not about saving Owen because you couldn't save Ryan. This is about not endangering yourself
because you are irreplaceable. God."

Spencer reached up to touch Dave's cheek, barely believing what Dave was saying. It was, quite
honestly, effectively erasing all his arguments. "There wasn't another way," he whispered.

"You could have had a little faith in me!" Dave growled. "Told me what you were thinking, got the
whole team in on saving Owen instead of being the Lone Ranger on this!"

"Hotch wouldn't have let me do it! He would have tried to talk Owen down, and it would have
failed," Spencer said. "Owen wouldn't have trusted Hotch, and Hotch was too pissed at me already to
have let me try." Truthfully, Hotch had probably felt like Spencer was falling apart... and he might have
been, but that wasn't the point. "Please. Please, don't do this. Don't be mad at me."

"Spencer, you need to learn to trust me," Dave said, and God, the way Spencer was begging
him not to be angry hurt. He was going to give in; he knew that already. He always gave in.
He gripped Spencer's shoulders and walked him back several steps until his back hit the wall. "I trust
you, and Hotch trusts me, and we could have worked things out so you had more backup than
Emily in a bad position with your gun." Dave sighed and shook his head. "You are too precious to me
to risk yourself like that."

Spencer frowned, not knowing what to say. It wasn't about trust. Not really. But when Dave put it like
that, he couldn't argue around the fact that he hadn't trusted his team in Texas. "I trust you,"
he whispered. God, did he? He wanted to believe he did. "I was upset. I couldn't see him get
hurt. I don't-- I don't feel like I'm on very solid ground right now," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

"That's why I'm here," Dave said, frowning back at him, though his anger had faded to a simmer. "For
you to lean on if your footing feels shaky. Damn it, that's the whole point of having someone, Spencer,"
he said. He pressed against Spencer and pulled him down for another kiss.

Spencer hummed softly, his tongue brushing Dave's, the weight of Dave's body against his feeling safe,
secure. "I don't know how to do that," he whispered when the kiss broke. "I forgot how, and you...
you've already left the FBI once. You have whatever you want at your fingertips, Dave; you don't
need the BAU."

"No, I don't need the BAU," Dave murmured, leaning his forehead against Spencer's. "I need
you. And if I lost you, the whole damn BAU wouldn't mean shit to me any more. You are my
joy." He kissed Spencer again, hard, leaning into him with all his weight.

Spencer could feel himself starting to melt into the kisses with each one. This time his fingers slid into
Dave's hair. Still, he didn't want Dave to know that he hadn't let go of all his reservations without
trying to explain. "Three legally binding marriages, Dave," he whispered. "It would be so easy
for you to just..." walk out on me, like everyone else.

"Just walk out on you?" Dave finished for him. "You know damn well that two of those wives walked out
on me. I've never claimed to be perfect, Spencer. But I am not walking out on you.
You seem to be the one trying to do that."

That knocked the wind out of Spencer, and he stared at Dave for a long moment. "That-- that wasn't
about you; that was about me," he breathed after a moment.

"When you're part of a couple, a lot of things aren't just about you any more," Dave said, looking
seriously at him. "You have to remember there's someone else to think about besides yourself."

Spencer stared at Dave for a long moment, his lips parting, but unable to say anything. He frowned,
starting to stroke his fingers through Dave's hair. He wasn't sure if saying 'I'm sorry' was really the
right words, because he still wasn't certain he wouldn't have done it again, but after a moment he
kissed Dave softly and said it anyway. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well, you should be." Dave knew he sounded more grumpy than anything, which was annoying.
He'd had a lot more authority before he started sleeping with Spencer.

Spencer watched him for a moment, but he couldn't help the small smile that crossed his face after the
silence hung for a bit. Not even Hotch could get Dave to shut up so quickly, at least not outside of
work. And he was sort of cute when he got huffy about things.

Dave glared. "What's so funny, Mister Big-shot Genius?" he demanded.

Spencer shrugged and forced the smile off his face, though the amusement and affection were still in his
eyes. "Nothing."

Annoyed, Dave huffed and did the only thing guaranteed to wipe the amusement off Spencer's face. He
pressed him against the wall and kissed him hard.

Spencer knew he didn't have any right to feel good right now. He'd just been yelled at by his boss and
his lover, but he'd saved Owen, and Dave loved him, and, well, he'd sort of won this fight a lot easier
than he'd expected. He moaned softly and slid both arms around Dave's shoulder, deepening the kiss
and then pulling back. "Mmn, I need to finish my reports," he said breathlessly, hopeful that Dave
would ask him over so they could finish this at Dave's house later tonight.

"They'll wait," Dave murmured, sliding a hand down to play with Spencer's belt. "Right now I want to
remind you why you can't pull shit like that again." He lowered his head to nip at Spencer's throat.

Spencer made a noise somewhere between surprise and excitement, and then shifted the put his hands
on Dave's wrists. "We can't-- what are you doing? We can't do this here!"

"Why not? You can't say you've never wanted to," Dave said, looking up at him with lust glittering in
his eyes. "And I'm not going to wait for you to finish your damn paperwork. You're mine and
you need to be reminded of that."

The look in Dave's eyes sent a shiver through Spencer, but his eyes were still wide. "Hotch, and-and-
and-- Strauss! Dave. We could get in trouble!"

Dave smiled slowly. "I remember you telling Emily and Derek not to profile me, and yet you didn't
resist very hard at that." He unbuckled Spencer's belt and tugged it slowly through the belt loops, then
dropped it on the floor.

"Following Prentiss and Morgan in here and having sex in here while Hotch could be just next
door are completely different," Spencer protested, but he let out a shaky breath, his hands still on
Dave's wrists, but unresisting.

"Sure, sure," Dave said, and leaned in to lick a slow stripe up Spencer's throat. "God, you're gorgeous,"
he whispered.

Spencer groaned and pressed his head back against the wall in spite of himself, giving Dave more of his
neck. "I might be unemployed soon if you keep this up."

"No one's going to fire you," Dave said, and nipped. "Unless you keep up the reckless stupidity." He
tugged a hand out of Spencer's grip and undid Spencer's fly.

Spencer whimpered. "For the record, I'd like to say I think this is a terrible idea and that you're a
horrible influence on me." He licked his lips, the fingers of his free hand sliding over Dave's shirt, still
dubious about continuing this. He could stop it. He knew Dave would never force him. But the thought
that Dave wanted him here was intoxicating, and the edge of danger was starting to get a little exciting
the more Dave pushed.

Dave brushed his lips lightly along Spencer's jaw. "The problem is, you're living dangerously in all the
wrong ways." He pressed his hips against Spencer's, letting him feel how hard Dave was. "And the day
I stop being a horrible influence is the day I die." He rocked against Spencer.

"Unghhh," was all Spencer managed for a moment, his breath going ragged as pressed against him, and
suddenly enough of his own apprehension slipped away that his body reacted with a jolt of need.
"God," he panted. "I'm yours?" he said finally, and slid his fingers under Dave's shirt, kissing him.

"Damn right," Dave growled when their lips parted. He hid the sudden triumph he felt at knowing he'd
just won the argument and tugged Spencer's pants down off his hips instead. "Don't sound so surprised."

Spencer sucked in a breath. God, this was a very, very bad idea, but he found himself pulling
Dave's pants open too. "You've never put it like that," he breathed, tugging at the zipper. "You have to
be quick."

"Giving me orders?" Dave asked, glancing up at him. He liked it when Spencer got aggressive, but he
wasn't going to take orders tonight. Not after what Spencer had put him through in Texas. He lowered
himself to his knees, pulling Spencer's underwear down with him, and licked teasingly at his cock.

"Oh," Spencer whimpered. His blood was pounding in his ears, his heart beating hard in his chest. "I
mean we can't--" he started, but just whimpered once more when Dave licked just enough to tease
again. "We don't have time for teasing," he panted, just he didn't manage a very convincing tone.

"We don't?" Dave asked, smirking. "Oh, I think we have as much time as we need. You did
lock the door when you came in, didn't you?" He didn't think Spencer had, actually, but he wasn't about
to let Spencer go and check. He leaned in and swirled his tongue around the head, then took Spencer's
cock into his mouth.

Spencer moaned and threaded his fingers in Dave's hair, then a moment later forced himself to think.
If he could think clearly for a moment, they'd be safer. "No, I didn't," he said. "Mmm, I can--" Dave's
hand came up to stop him when he made a move to the door, and Dave's lips kept working over him.
"Dave, I didn't lock the door!" he protested, but he slumped against the wall again. "This-- I should--
this isn't fair."

Dave pulled slowly off his cock. "All's fair in love and war," he teased, sliding a hand up under
Spencer's shirt. Then he closed his lips around Spencer again, sucking hard.

Spencer closed his eyes, making little noises of pleasure as Dave continued. This was a losing battle.
He thought maybe he should concentrate on it intently so he could finish faster, but he couldn't focus
now that Dave had, effectively, reminded him the door was unlocked. "Which one is this?" he asked.

Dave pulled back again, letting his teeth scrape very lightly against the shafted before pulling
off. "Maybe a little of both," he murmured. He stood again, stroking one hand up to cup Spencer's balls.

Spencer gasped, and then made a noise a little like a sob of pleasure. His breath was tight, but he
looked at Dave anyway, his eyes half lidded, and kissed him, reaching down to grip Dave. God, he
loved it when Dave could just completely render him useless with desire. "Please," he whispered,
stroking his hand a little.

"Please what?" Dave breathed, leaning against Spencer again. "What do you want, Spencer? If you
ask nicely enough, I'll do anything you want."

Spencer kissed Dave again with small, but needy kisses. "Anything, Dave, but, God, hurry."

"Mm, that's, mmm," Dave managed, then kissed Spencer hungrily, deepening it. "That's not how this
works," he murmured when he broke the kiss. "Ask me."

"Suck me, fuck me, but please, just do something," Spencer whispered desperately between kisses. His
body was hungry and the kisses were making his will to worry less and less. "Fuck me," he said finally,
because he knew the answer before wasn't going to get him anywhere.

A flash of lust went through Dave and he kissed Spencer hard. "Please?" he prompted, lifting his finger
to trace Spencer's lower lip.

Spencer's breath caught a little as he looked at Dave. He was torn between amusement, and arousal.
"Fuck me please," he whispered, holding Dave's gaze with a heated one of his own.

Dave smirked faintly and slid his finger into Spencer's mouth. "Spit," he said. "I didn't exactly plan
this." He moved his other hand to stroke lightly at Spencer's cock.

Spencer's eyebrows went up a hair. He bit lightly against Dave's finger and then obeyed the order.
"God, you're sexy like this," he breathed, when Dave pulled his hand away.

"Giving you orders?" Dave said, dropping his hand to press against Spencer's entrance. "You like
that?" He kissed Spencer slowly.

"Mm-hmm," Spencer replied, sucking in a breath at Dave's finger pressed against him. "This is such a
bad idea," he said, but it was quite clear he had no desire for Dave to stop. Quite the opposite, actually.

"You like it," Dave murmured, and slid his finger inside. He nipped Spencer's lip and smiled. "Tell me."

"Yes, I like it," Spencer whispered without hesitation, lifting his leg against Dave's hip to give Dave
better access, his pants falling off his foot as he did. "Dave," he murmured, stopping himself from
telling Dave once again that they shouldn't be doing this, and then wondering if that was why he was so
excited, considering he kept thinking it. He curled his fingers hard in Dave's hair and reached down
with one hand to stroke Dave softly.

"You want me," Dave prompted, sliding his finger in further to press against Spencer's prostate. "Don't
you?" He kissed Spencer again. He liked how excited Spencer was. He should have done this sooner.

Spencer gasped, and moaned, and then bit his lips together hard to keep from being to loud, his noises
dissolving into tiny, breathy whimpers. "I want you. I want you inside me," he whispered as best he
could without being too loud. Dave's finger was sending little sparks of desire all through him, and he
kissed Dave again to muffle his next moan.

Dave hummed into the kiss and rubbed Spencer's prostate a moment longer, then slid his finger out. "I
want to be inside you," he murmured, lifting his head to speak softly in Spencer's ear. "I want to fuck
you hard against this wall. Just think," he added, and turned his head quickly to spit into his palm.
"Hotch could come in here at any moment." He wouldn't, Dave was fairly certain. But it was a
possibility. He slicked his cock as best he could, then spit again for good measure. "And see us like this."

"God," Spencer managed, his breath leaving him, the thrill that Dave's words sent through him
made it perfectly clear to him that the danger of doing this was exciting. And that point
certainly wasn't lost on Dave if he'd brought it up like he had. And Dave had barely prepared him, and
they didn't have good lubrication, and it was just a bad idea all together, but Spencer wanted
it. "Please," he begged shamelessly. "Please."

"Please what?" Dave whispered, hitching Spencer's leg higher. The idea of Hotch possibly catching
them was exciting, because it added an edge of danger to what they were doing. He was glad
he'd guessed right and Spencer felt it, too. "Please fuck you?" He nudged Spencer's entrance with his
cock. "Can you imagine how Hotch would react?"

"Yes," Spencer answered honestly, and that should have really deterred him but it didn't. Hotch would
be furious. "I can," he breathed, and shifted down against Dave as much as he could, liking the way
this position kept him a little trapped against the wall. "I can. Don't stop."

"Do you think he'd be angry?" Dave murmured, pressing inside slowly. He gasped at the pleasure it
sent through him. "Do you think he'd like watching?" It occurred to him that objectifying
Hotch like this wasn't quite kosher. He changed tactics. "Would you like being watched with me?" he
whispered, and kissed Spencer's jaw. "To have someone else see how hard you make me?"

Spencer was starting to tense a little, because as exciting as it had been to think of getting caught,
Spencer was starting to think of how Hotch had already had to call him out today, and how
they'd been fighting over the last case... and then when Dave suggested Hotch might like to watch, it
just felt weird. Spencer was almost thankful when Dave switched subjects. Faceless strangers were
less personal. And God, he shouldn't find the idea of being watched exciting, but he
did. "Yeah," he managed, shifting because it was a little uncomfortable to be entered like this
with the preparation he'd had. "Keep talking," he prompted, tilting his head back to give Dave better
access.

"I want people to know how much I want you," Dave murmured, kissing a trail along Spencer's jaw. "I
want them to see that beautiful Spencer Reid lets me fuck him. I want people to see how good we are
together." He settled Spencer against him, rocking gently to give him a chance to adjust.

"Let's you," Spencer repeated, breathless, but a little amused. Dave always called him beautiful, and he
never quite believed it, but the idea that he let Dave fuck him was almost funny. He
whimpered, the slight rocking letting him relax and making him want more. "David," he whispered after
a moment, kissing Dave. "I am yours."

"Mmm." Dave smiled against Spencer's lips and tried a few gentle thrusts. He loved how, in the
moments when Spencer wanted his attention most, he called him David. "Mine," he whispered. "My
lover. My life." He kissed Spencer more deeply.

Spencer let little noises of pleasure escape his lips, both at the feeling of Dave moving and at the words
Dave was saying, which were still overwhelming and new enough to make Spencer simultaneously
nervous and incredibly grateful. He tightened his arms around Dave for more support, his foot
against the floor not providing a lot of stability, and kissed Dave harder. "Yes," he returned, then
laughed a little. "God, this is so stupid," he added, grinning and kissing Dave again as he tried to catch
his breath. "Harder."

Dave laughed at Spencer's words and obeyed, thrusting harder and kissing him hungrily. "This is sexy,"
he murmured, smiling at the happiness on Spencer's face. "God, you're amazing, Spencer. So
gorgeous. You feel so good."

Spencer bit his lip, trying to contain the pleasure running through him, then tightened one arm so he
could reach down with the other and touch himself. His breath was ragged as he stroked, and he
dropped his head back, panting and whimpering. "Dave," he breathed, his fingers curling against
Dave's shoulder.

"Yes," Dave breathed, and kissed Spencer's throat. He sucked hard as he thrust. God, this felt good.
He could feel pleasure building in his body, bringing him nearer to completion.

Spencer turned his head to spit in his hand so that when he brought it back to curl around himself it was
slick. "Harder," he ordered through clenched teeth, and moved his hand in time with Dave's
thrusts, whispering his name.

"Harder please?" Dave prompted, though he automatically thrust harder. "God, you look good like this-
-bossing me around while I'm fucking you." Obviously he'd failed at trying to give Spencer a lesson this
way, but he couldn't exactly complain when this was so gorgeous.

Spencer choked out a laugh when Dave prompted a 'please', but it fell apart under Dave's harder
thrusts. "Yes! Yes!" he managed, his voice a harsh whisper, his body coursing with need as he stroked
faster. He dropped his gaze to Dave's, his eyes half-lidded with need, watching the way Dave looked at him.

"Fuck," Dave breathed, and worked a hand up to pinch at Spencer's nipples. "Gorgeous, Spencer," he
panted, gazing up at him hungrily.

Spencer gasped, not expecting the pinch, and then let out cry of excitement that was a little too loud,
then bit his lip hard. "Fuck," he whispered, sounding a little worried, but then the worry slipped away as
his body went hurtling toward climax. "Oh God, God, God--" he panted, and then came hard, gripping
Dave so he wouldn't lose his balance and doing his best to contain the sounds of pleasure that wanted
to fall from his lips.

Dave's arousal spiked as Spencer forgot himself enough to cry out. He dropped his hand to help
support Spencer, driving hard into him through his orgasm and kissing him hungrily to muffle any
noise. Dave was close, his muscles tensing and shaking with pleasure. Finally he gasped and bit his lip
as he came, clutching Spencer close.

"Mmm," Spencer groaned, liking the way Dave had stilled in him, keeping him pinned up against the
wall. He could hardly breathe, but he had the foggy idea that they shouldn't stay like this for long.
"Mmm, Dave," he hummed, turning his head to kiss Dave's temple.

"So don't ever put yourself in danger like that again," Dave murmured breathlessly. He sighed and
pressed his face against Spencer's neck for a moment, then shifted. "Need to set you down."

Spencer just started laughing softly, and shifted when Dave moved to let him get him own footing,
wincing when Dave pulled out. "I think that was more like a reward, actually," he murmured affectionately.

"If it happened again, I wouldn't be so lenient," Dave grumbled, staggering back a step and then
leaning against Spencer again. "Hell, it might give me a heart attack and make it a moot point." He
sighed and fumbled his handkerchief out of his jeans pocket to clean them up.

Spencer waited until Dave was done and looped an arm around him, pulling him close. "You're in better
shape than that. The bureau requires it."

"Mm, doesn't mean seeing you pull a stunt like that wouldn't do me in from the shock," Dave muttered.
He kissed Spencer slowly. "So you have to be careful," he added.

"Dave," Spencer murmured. "David." He stroked his fingertips through Dave's hair, afraid to promise
anything, and kissed Dave again.

It wasn't a promise, but it was an acknowledgment, and Dave knew that was all he could reasonably
ask for. He wrapped an arm around Spencer and held him close as they kissed. When their lips parted,
he sighed. "You have paperwork to do," he said, raising an eyebrow. He liked the idea of Spencer
going out there and sitting at his desk as if nothing had happened.

Spencer was glad Dave hadn't pushed, and his lips quirked to the side. "Just fuck me and shoo me?" he
said, his hands sliding down over Dave's ass. God, he really should go, though.

"Yeah, get out of my office," Dave said, giving Spencer a swat on the ass. "Zip your fly first, though,"
he added teasingly.

Spencer gasped softly, but grinned. "Probably help if I pulled up my pants." He started getting
dressed, and shoved his shirt into his pants once they were zipped.

"Might," Dave said, grinning back. He felt remarkably better. "I have a little work to wrap up in here,
but I'd better see you at home tonight, too."

"Is that an order?" Spencer asked, but he didn't wait for an answer. He knew it was, and even if it
wasn't, Spencer had planned on going to Dave's house anyway. He shoved his hair behind his ears. "I,
ah, I might be a little late. I--" He glanced up at Dave. They'd never actually talked about the
Dilaudid, but he knew Dave had him figured out. And he knew Dave trusted him, or they would
have talked about it.

"Hope she's worth it," Dave commented lightly

Spencer wasn't sure whether to smile or not. "Is this how I looked when I came in?"

Dave gave Spencer a once-over. "You didn't look quite so damn smug. But otherwise, yes."

"It's going to be incredibly difficult to frown now," Spencer murmured, and pulled Dave against him for
another kiss.

"Hmm." Dave met the kiss with enjoyment, then tugged gently at his hair. "Get out, or I'll do more
impolite things to you."

"Apparently, I like that," Spencer whispered.

"Well, it'll have to wait until tonight." Dave scowled at him. "Get out, get out, or people will start
talking." His lips twitched as he fought a smile. "And if we're going to be caught, I'd much rather do it
the interesting way."

Spencer breathed a laugh, but backed up a few steps. "Fine. You win this time." He pressed his lips
together trying to force the smile off them, but they just quirked to the side. After a moment, he
cleared his throat and managed to get the rest of it. "Okay."

Dave nodded. "Will it help if I shout something as you go out the door?" He turned away, because he
suspected Spencer would find it easier to sulk if Dave weren't watching.

Spencer smiled a little, but it fell off more easily this time. "If you want," he said, resting his hand on
the door handle. "I don't mind."

Dave snorted. "No, just go on. I'll see you tonight."

Spencer nodded, and stepped out of the door, frowning as he shut it behind him. God, this was weird
now, but he forced himself to try to look properly ashamed anyway. It wasn't easy. He went to the
kitchenette and fidgeted "listlessly" with the coffee and stirs, and then settled at his desk, purposely
avoiding everyone's eyes.

"Pretty boy," Morgan said, turning in his chair and propping his feet up on his desk. "You were in there
for a while."

And of course Morgan wanted to talk. Spencer took a sip of his coffee, not looking up. "Ah, yeah."
God, if you only knew. He looked up. "It's, ah, it's fine though," he added, frowning.

"Fine? Reid, I've never seen Rossi that angry. I thought he was gonna take your head off when you
went in there." Morgan was watching him curiously.

Spencer bit his lip and shifted a little, his shoulders drawing up It actually wasn't the least bit difficult to
look uncomfortable. "He's, well-- I expected it. He just shouted for a bit. It could have been worse."

Morgan snorted. "Damn right, if all you got was shouting. You're a lucky man. I wouldn't want to have
Rossi look at me the way he was looking at you."

I want him to look at me like that more often if those are the results. "Mmm, yeah, can we talk
about something else?" Spencer asked, shuffling the papers on his desk.

Morgan held his hands up. "Okay, okay, I get it. Reports to file, movies to finish watching."
He winked and took his feet of his desk, turning back to his work.

Spencer looked up, his eyebrows lifting at the back of Morgan's head. He wondered why Morgan
emphasized movies, if they all knew, but he shook his head and looked down at the papers
blankly. "The never ending tedium of existence," he murmured, because it was better than anything
else he could think to say.

Morgan looked over at him and grinned. "You know, we could spice up your life a little. Come out with
us after work, maybe you'll meet someone nice. In case the movie doesn't pan out."

Spencer's expression went a little strange, but he shook his head without thought. "No, no, I'm-- no.
That's okay."

"One of these days you're gonna give in. And if, you know, the movie ends badly, the offer still
stands." Morgan flipped shut the folder in front of him and stood up. "Well, pretty boy, enjoy your
movie. I'll see you tomorrow."

Spencer blinked at Morgan for a moment, suddenly realizing that Morgan really did think the 'movie'
was a girl. And in the same moment, it hit him why Dave had been the one to suggest Spencer
had been with a girl immediately after Spencer had shown up late in this case, rather than let the team
draw their own, possibly correct, conclusions. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll see you," he said absently, and
made a mental note to be sure to thank David properly (and vigorously) later that night.

Comments

[meaghsley.livejournal.com]

Waaaajgsdfjhg!

Friggin' awesome!! You guys rock! I never thought I'd like this pairing, but OMFG!!

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thanks!

[innerslytherin]

Thanks! There's really something addictive about Rossi/Reid, once we started writing it. :D

[norinoricat.livejournal.com]

You guys make me like all these pairings that I know I probably wouldn't read it wasn't for the fact that you guys write all the characters well and make any situation they're in plausible.

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

Aww. *G* Just think of it as us making to broaden your horizons. ;)

Thank you!

[innerslytherin]

*G* Thanks! We can't seem to stop. :)

[jujuberry136.livejournal.com]

I never thought I'd like Rossi/Reid but you've made a fangirl out of me! Love the explanation for the "girl" line in Elephant's Memory (it bugged the heck out of me at the time)

Great story, thanks for sharing!

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

That explanation just sort of came out as we were discussing the fic, but I think it really works if you look at it from this pairing. *G*

Thank you!

[innerslytherin]

Thanks! :D That line bugged me, too.

[ubervirgin.livejournal.com]

Awesome.

I'm starting to really enjoy this pairing. Not as much as Reid/Morgan or Reid/Hotch, but it's up there. ^_^

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

Thanks! We've grown quite fond of it too! :)

[innerslytherin]

Thanks! I'm having fun shipping everyone. :D

[albydarned.livejournal.com]

I'm SO FREAKING HAPPY to see this. Ever since I first heard that there might be some Rossi/Reid coming, I have been craving this pairing in ways that is probably NOT entirely sane. But nonetheless, OMG THIS WAS SO AWESOME! Rossi is SUCH the daddy in this, and Reid LIKES IT (so do I!). Debaunched!Reid is always my favorite flavor, and wall!sex?!?! OMG OMG OMG! *spazzes*

This was FANTASTIC. EVERY DAY THERE SHOULD BE NEW REID/ROSSI PORN. EVERY. DAY. :D

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

HEE! Your comment is made of win! :)))

Rossi is SUCH the daddy in this, and Reid LIKES IT

Bwahaha! DADDY!!!! Hee! Love it! Hadn't thought of it that way, but yes, I see that. Yum. ;)

EVERY DAY THERE SHOULD BE NEW REID/ROSSI PORN. EVERY. DAY. :D

YES! Wish we had that sort of stamina, but I agree! We DO have one 25K (I think... around that) Reid/Rossi fic sitting for a bit so we can beta objectively, and a R/R Minimal Loss coda that we're working on now, so there is more from us coming. :)

Thanks so much! Glad you liked it!

[darkhawkhealer.livejournal.com]

*points to what norinoricat said*

Word.


That? Was ridiculously hot, and while I think I'm slightly traumatized by Rossi being THAT dead sexy (with that voice, dear lord), DAYUM. I was just going to skim it but I was captured by the slight kink tones to the fic. *beams* That's what made it pop for me. Great job with it, too.

Psst! And also?
"Is that an order?" Spencer asked, but he didn't wait for an answer. He knew it was, and even if it wasn't Spencer had planned on going to Dave's house anyway. ...missed a bit in editing, there. =) Ha, just kidding -- either I'm not paying attention or I saw something else and copied the wrong part. *beams* As you were. =P

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

I was captured by the slight kink tones

That just sort of... happened. Hee! But it worked, I think, and I'm glad you liked it!

Thanks!

And damn, I re-read that like five times before I read your edited comment, going "whaaaaat? WHERE?!" LMAO!

[ftihfrteye.livejournal.com]

the squee is *epic* - loved it! I've never read this pairing before, this is the first I've seen of it (curse my love of rare and nearly impossible to find pairing fics >_<) hope to see more of this pairing from you guys, this was a great fic :D

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

curse my love of rare and nearly impossible to find pairing fics

Hee! I'm a HUGE rarepair fan myself, and just before we hopped fandoms, Innerslytherin and I were writing Remus/Peter in the HP fandom (which, if your not familiar with it, we were the only people even writing the pairing actively, as far as I could tell, LOL).

There is more coming! Thank you!

[delphini-2.livejournal.com]

*squee* Oh man! Oh fuck! Oh wow! Oh boy! Oh god!

This was absolutely fanfreakintasic! I knew there was a reason this pairing really turned me on ^_~ This fic just proves I am not wrong in my thinking.

Now that I have my 'fix' of R/R - I NEED MORE!! ROWR

Thankyou so much for sharing. You two are made of awesomeness!

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

Heehee! Thank you so much! There will be more. :)

[fallynsaynt.livejournal.com]

Yeah, so I never thought I'd read this pairing and enjoy it. Y'all are a bad influence; you've gotten me to read Rossi/Hotch and now Rossi/Reid. I'm just waiting for a Rossi/Morgan fic to completely give up.

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

LMAO! We're trying on that one, actually. :P

Thanks!

[karlie-dakota.livejournal.com]

I'm still in shock that you can write a Reid/Rossi that I like. I always thought that visualising the two of them would make me want to abandon CM slash, and quickly at that.

Apparently not. Well done. How do you do it?

[innerslytherin]

Dave sez: It's all because I'm SEXAY.

*cough* Or maybe it's just because we find Dave hot, and can't help but try to make others find him hot, too. ^_~ Glad you liked it!

[cordeliadelayne]

*fans self* And the Terrible Twosome strike again *g*

I really liked this. Very hot and lots of great lines. I loved how Rossi just blurted out that he loved Reid and for some reason: "It occurred to him that objectifying Hotch like this wasn't quite kosher" really stood out (and made me giggle!)

[innerslytherin]

*grin* Rossi realized he had to, you know, WORK with Hotch again, and that even if he didn't give it away, Reid might stammer and blush the next time he saw Hotch. ^_~

And I'm glad you liked this! Suddenly I feel the urge for a Terrible Twosome icon.....

[the-minx-17.livejournal.com]

Damn both of ya'll! *g* What is with you two getting me to not only read but love pairings that don't even sound right? I mean, honestly... Reid and Rossi?

It was, as usual, an excellent read. *wanders off to think about this pairing a bit more*

[innerslytherin]

Mwahahaha!

Honestly, that was severity_softly's reaction when I said, "Hey, let's write Reid/Rossi!" And now we can't stop. We're working on R/R fic number THREE tonight. *g*

Glad you liked this. :D

[innerslytherin]

:D Thanks!

[pikku-myy88.livejournal.com]

That was awesome (and totally hot!). You know, this really isn,t my OTP, but you're totally making it work for me ;) You guys are phenomenal writers.

"Do you think he'd like watching?" It occurred to him that objectifying
Hotch like this wasn't quite kosher."

Was I the only one hoping for that part to come true? :D

[innerslytherin]

Hee, thanks! :D I think Rossi accidentally created a kink there. ^_~ I'm glad this worked for you, thanks!

[dazzleberry.livejournal.com]

Crazy hot! Fantastic read.

[innerslytherin]

:D thanks!

thaankyou

[bjofnz.livejournal.com]

Now, I have to read all of this pairing.

Re: thaankyou

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

LOL Glad you enjoyed!

[68luvcarter.livejournal.com]

Amazing and hot!

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

Thanks!