Maximum Gain (2/3) Reid/Rossi, NC-17
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geekystudmuffinTitle: Maximum Gain (2/3)
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innerslytherin and severity_softly
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Spoilers: Minimal Loss
WC: ~15,800
Summary: Dave and Spencer try to deal with the immediate aftermath of "Minimal Loss". They end up dealing with it together.
Part One
Spencer waited until Dave left, then went to take a soak in the tub, eying the bruises on his stomach from the butt of Cyrus' gun in the mirror. He stayed in the steaming water until his fingers were pruney and his eyes started to droop, then he went to bed in his pajama bottoms only.
It didn't take very long for him to drift to sleep. His body was exhausted, but his mind had other ideas. He woke a few times in the night, jerking awake, only vaguely remembering that he was dreaming something about the compound, about listening to Prentiss being beaten. Falling asleep after the second time he woke was difficult; his heart was racing and the thoughts didn't want to stop. When the third nightmare woke him, he nearly fell out of bed, trying to jump away from the explosion that blew the compound apart.
He sat up in bed, his heart hammering in his chest, his breath shaky. He wondered if he could get away with more whiskey, but reminded himself that numbing the pain didn't work. He'd learned that the hard way. He needed to feel safe. He'd felt safe when he'd seen Dave at the compound; Dave had saved him and was right down the hall.
Spencer swallowed hard and climbed out of bed. He hesitated for a moment at Dave's door, and then pushed it open. He could announce himself and risk rejection (which he didn't expect, but it was a possibility), or act first, ask forgiveness later (if necessary), and hope Dave was too groggy to complain.
He flipped the light on and padded across the room to slide into bed next to Dave.
With a muffled grunt, Dave jerked awake out of a dream of shouting and distant gunfire. He found himself half sitting up, staring at the overhead light. "The hell?" he began, and then he realized he wasn't alone. He turned to stare at Spencer, who was in his bed, the blanket slipping down to show off one bony shoulder and a pale chest. "What's wrong?" he demanded, trying to haul himself into wakefulness. Dammit, he'd been trying to stay awake and listen to see if Spencer would need him, but he'd been both physically and mentally exhausted. He must have drifted off quickly.
Well, talking about this wasn't an option Spencer had thought of, and he tucked his upper arm under a pillow to get comfortable. He stared at Dave's pillow, wishing Dave would just lie back down and hold him instead of asking questions. "I-- couldn't-- I can leave if you want."
Once Dave was more awake, he got it, and he slumped back to the bed. "Why's the damn light on?" he grumbled, but he rolled onto his side and reached out for Spencer.
Spencer felt relief wash over him when Dave understood, and he rolled up next to Dave, inviting Dave to wrap his arms around him. "Easier to relax," he murmured.
"Huh." Dave pulled Spencer close and kissed his forehead. The light was annoying, really, but he could ignore it for tonight. After all, it was understandable.
Spencer drew a deep breath and pressed his lips to Dave's throat, then he let himself relax. It felt good and warm in Dave's arms, and if they could kiss knowing things might be different in the morning, they could do this too. "If it bothers you..." he started, but trailed off.
"What, the light? It's fine." Dave suspected he was going to have trouble getting back to sleep now; feeling Spencer pressed against him like this was not conducive to relaxing. He didn't care, though, if Spencer needed this.
"Thank you," Spencer murmured, and kissed Dave's throat again before tucking his head under Dave's chin. His fingertips slid under the back of Dave's pajama shirt, just enough to touch skin, and he started counting backwards from one-hundred in his head, trying to blank his mind enough to sleep.
Mumbling an acknowledgement, Dave closed his eyes and tried to make himself relax. He evened out his breathing and tried to ignore the touch of Spencer's fingers against the small of his back. It felt good to hold Spencer like this, though his body was reluctant to be convinced that now wasn't the time to get excited about it. He hoped this wouldn't feel awkward in the morning.
Spencer pulled himself closer as he started to relax, wanting to keep Dave from moving away once he'd fallen asleep. He was tired, though, and he started drifting quickly. He didn't wake up again in the night, but when he did wake up he felt peaceful and warm.
Well, he felt about as warm as he could feel, considering the sheet had slipped down to his waist sometime over night and his hand was much farther up the back of Dave's shirt. One of his legs was twined with Dave's and when he blinked his eyes open, he wondered if he should panic.
Dave woke slowly, registering first that someone was pressed warmly against him, and that there was hair tickling his nose. Next he realized that his bedmate was breathing too quickly to be asleep. Then he remembered last night, Spencer crawling into his bed, and the fact that he'd kissed Spencer before that. He hummed sleepily and shifted lazily, not opening his eyes. "Time s'it?" he murmured.
Spencer sucked in a long breath. He hadn't moved enough to look, not sure he was ready to face this. But Dave didn't seem the least distressed, so Spencer calmed just slightly. "I don't know," he murmured.
Dave hummed again, then fumbled at the sheets until he could pull them back up. "Smell coffee?" He finally opened his eyes, then nuzzled Spencer's hair sleepily.
That relaxed touch deepened Spencer's ease, and he closed his eyes again, his shoulders loosening. "Yeah. You can't?"
"Smell your hair," Dave said, smiling. He closed his eyes again, pleased that Spencer was relaxing against him. "S'after six-thirty, then. Mmm." He tightened his arms around Spencer.
"Apple," Spencer whispered of his shampoo, then tightened his leg around Dave's. "You'll never get me to leave if you keep this up," he added, smiling softly.
Dave chuckled. "Can't imagine wanting you to leave," he replied. Having Spencer in his arms felt remarkably natural. His body was beginning to wake up, but he didn't care as much this morning. Spencer hadn't jumped out of bed the moment he woke up, after all.
"Good," Spencer found himself whispering, and he kissed Dave's throat again, then pulled back enough to kiss Dave's lips.
That brought a surprised noise from Dave, though he returned the kiss quickly. "Did you sleep all right?" he murmured, hoping he hadn't slept through Spencer having nightmares in his bed.
Spencer nodded and smiled at Dave now that he could see him better. "You feel... I trust you with my life; I can trust you here too."
Dave smiled back and kissed Spencer again, more slowly. "I'm glad," he murmured, stroking his hand slowly up Spencer's bare back. He was so lithe and graceful against Dave, it was arousing.
The touch sent a shiver through Spencer, and he sucked in a short breath, then kissed Dave again, his fingers spreading against Dave's skin.
"Mmm." Dave kissed him more hungrily, enjoying this easy closeness.
Spencer returned the hunger in Dave's kiss fully. He was sleepy, and he still wondered if this was a good idea, but he didn't want to stop; after a night's worth of sleep in Dave's arms, though, he felt more sure about it. He wasn't overly fond of touching, but this felt right. And he'd had so few relationships partly because he'd been choosy, not wanting to let too many people too close. It had left him incredibly inexperienced, but that was beside the point--which was that, after letting himself rest and recuperate, he didn't really think the stress of one case would rid him of how picky he generally was. And he definitely wanted this, liked this. He liked this a lot. "Dave," he murmured, feeling his body start to tingle at the way Dave was touching him.
Dave hummed and ran his hand up Spencer's back to bury in his hair. God, this was a wonderful way to wake up, with a beautiful man in his arms, and this slow, hungry kissing. Dave rolled them so he was over Spencer, exploring Spencer's mouth with his tongue.
"Mnn," Spencer hummed when Dave's weight pressed against the sore spots on his ribs and stomach. It hurt, but Spencer had hoped he could have held that in. It wasn't so bad he couldn't ignore it. He slid his arms around Dave and tugged him down to deepen the kiss, hoping Dave wouldn't pull back.
Dave felt Spencer tense, and after a moment, he moved enough to look at Spencer in concern. "All right?"
Spencer swallowed. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said. And he really was, he was just a little sore. He supposed it was silly to prolong Dave noticing at this point, but he still couldn't help wanting to.
Dave frowned and rolled back, stroking a hand down Spencer's chest and paying attention to when he flinched again, just slightly. He sighed and tugged the covers down. "You said Cyrus didn't hurt you," he said, and then sucked in a breath when he saw the ugly bruises. "Spencer."
Spencer frowned. "He didn't. I'm fine," he murmured, moving a hand over Dave's forearm. "It's really not as bad as it looks."
Dave shook his head. "You could have cracked ribs," he pointed out, leaning down to brush a kiss against Spencer's cheek. "You should have let us take you to the hospital."
"There's nothing you can do for broken ribs but let them heal themselves," Spencer protested softly, letting his eyes close at the kiss. "I didn't want to get poked at after... everything."
Dave sighed and kissed Spencer's mouth gently. "You're too stubborn for your own good," he murmured, and kissed him again. "And too beautiful for mine." He didn't want to stop kissing Spencer, and he wasn't going to win the argument, obviously.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed happily, and pulled Dave against him again. He was expecting the little twinge of pain this time, so it was easier to ignore. He didn't usually hear compliments like that, and it caused a nice warmth to spread through him.
Their next kiss was hungry again, and Dave found himself ridiculously grateful that Spencer still wanted this. He nipped gently at Spencer's mouth, tracing his tongue along the lower lip that had teased him so often. "Wanted to kiss you for so long," he murmured between kisses.
Spencer moaned quietly, a jolt of excitement running through him at Dave's words and going straight to his already interested cock. "How long?" he whispered, barely holding in a whimper at the way Dave's tongue was tracing his lip.
"Ages," Dave breathed. "Since Pennsylvania at least." He ran his fingers through Spencer's hair. "Longer."
"Ugnh," Spencer replied, which wasn't what he'd meant to say at all, but it was all he seemed capable of saying. He slid his hands down Dave's back until his thumbs slid into the back of Dave's pajama pants, and then arched up underneath Dave, a noise of need escaping him when his excitement pressed against Dave's.
"God, Spencer," Dave gasped, a thrill of desire going through him. He nibbled at Spencer's jaw, rolling his hips to let Spencer feel how much he was wanted. "What do you want, Spencer?"
Spencer moaned again, and sucked in a shuddery breath. It was hard to believe Dave wanted him so much, regardless of everything Dave had said. "Mmm, I want you," he murmured, pushing at the elastic under his thumbs.
Dave laughed softly. "You've already got me." He sucked on Spencer's throat, snugging their erections together, since that got such a nice reaction from Spencer. "What else?"
"I..." he started, but then pressed his head back and groaned at the feel of Dave's lips on him. "God, that's good," he murmured, and then remembered the question. "Nnng, I... most of my knowledge of this is theoretical," he murmured.
That sent a pulse of desire, mingled with a hint of nervousness, through Dave. "Most?" He ran his nose along Spencer's jaw. "Are you a virgin?"
The gentle touch was soothing, but Dave's words caused Spencer's blood to run cold. "Technically speaking," he whispered.
Dave hummed and kissed Spencer again. "Good," he murmured, smiling faintly. "You won't be comparing me to anyone." He rolled his hips against Spencer's and kissed him harder.
Spencer gasped at the thrust against him and kissed Dave back, sparks of desire shooting through him, but as soon as the kiss broke he laughed out loud. It was a combination of relief and amusement, even if it came out shaky from the way his body was racing.
Dave's smile widened when Spencer laughed. He liked hearing that sound, and he wanted Spencer relaxed if they were going to do this. He brushed his thumb along Spencer's cheekbone. "You are so damned gorgeous," he murmured. "I want to see all of you, Spencer."
Spencer chuckled softly, still amused though his body heated at Dave's compliment. "Hardly fair to undress me when you're still in your pajamas," he whispered, and started to pull up on Dave's pajama top.
"You're more fun to look at than I am," Dave replied, but he helped Spencer with his pajama top, then stole a kiss. He stroked his hand down Spencer's torso to rest at the waistband of his pajamas.
Spencer's eyes traveled Dave's body, and he traced his fingers over Dave's chest. "That depends on who's looking," he murmured, and sucked in a breath when Dave's hand stopped. "Okay," he whispered, in answer to Dave's unspoken request to undress him further.
Dave nodded and kissed him again, then tugged at his pajama bottoms and underwear. He kept his gaze on Spencer's face, trying to reassure him without speaking, until he'd pulled them down around Spencer's knees. Then he sat up and let his gaze travel slowly down Spencer's body, gaining heat and hunger. He loved the long, lean lines of Spencer's frame, and he let that show on his face.
Spencer shifted to kick off his pajamas, his breath tightening as Dave's eyes wandered. He couldn't help but be flattered by the way Dave was looking at him, though he was more nervous too. "Dave," he whispered.
"Spencer, you're beautiful," Dave said, his voice husky. He leaned down and kissed Spencer, one hand wandering along his bare skin. "I want to be with you."
Spencer drew a deep breath and let it out, shivering at Dave's touch. He'd just been about to ask, for all intents and purposes, if Dave was going to fuck him. He somehow thought he'd be less nervous if he knew exactly what was coming. When Dave said that, Reid hummed a noise of interest. "When you say be with you..."
Dave laughed faintly. "I mean I want to have sex with you," he clarified, then kissed Spencer's jaw. "And that I don't want that to be a one-time thing. I want to spend time with you, I want more than casual sex."
Spencer nodded. "Good," he said. "Back to the sex part--um, this morning?"
Dave raised his eyebrows. "Is that all right with you?" He cupped a hand against Spencer's cheek, then stroked it down his neck to rest lightly against his collarbone. "Or would you rather wait? I'll do whatever you want."
"No, I want to," Spencer said, looking at Dave. After a moment, he managed a nervous smile, because he was glad he was doing this with someone he trusted, even if he was scared. "I just... thought it would be easier to relax if I, ah, knew what to expect."
"I understand," Dave murmured. He rubbed his thumb slowly back and forth across Spencer's collarbone. "I want to make this good for you." He kissed Spencer thoroughly, shifting to work a leg between Spencer's and provide friction for their arousals.
"Thank you," Spencer whispered, then whimpered and pressed up against Dave, pulling Dave down against him. "God," he whispered. "I think you need to be naked too."
"Mmm." Dave stroked his hand down Spencer's side, then helped Spencer get the rest of Dave's clothes off. Once they were out of the way, he pressed down against Spencer, groaning as their cocks slid together.
Spencer made a noise that mirrored Dave's. "God," he repeated, and slid his hands down the back of Dave's body, curling his fingers under to drag the backs of his nails down Dave's skin, and then gripped Dave's ass, pulling him down again. "Fuck," he whispered, feeling slightly overwhelmed, but so good.
Dave laughed, though it was choked with pleasure. "Don't think I've heard you swear much until now," he murmured, and kissed Spencer lightly.
"I haven't been so naked around you until now," Reid murmured, smiling, and slid one hand back up into Dave's hair. "Do you mind?" he whispered against Dave's lips, and kissed him again.
"It's oddly sexy," Dave said. He smiled and nipped at Spencer's mouth. "God, I already knew I wanted you, but you just keep making me want you more," he murmured.
Spencer's brows drew together, even as shivers ran through him at the feel of Dave's teeth. "God, why?"
"Why?" Dave repeated. "Because you're intelligent and gorgeous." He trailed kisses up Spencer's jaw and sucked on his earlobe. "I want you so much, Spencer."
"No, I meant..." The wet heat of Dave's tongue against his earlobe effectively shut Spencer up. "Never mind," he murmured. "God, yes," he whispered, sliding a leg up the back of Dave's. He turned his head to kiss along Dave's jaw, dragging his teeth lightly against the skin and liking the scratchy hint of stubble around Dave's goatee.
Dave made a noise that started out as a hum and turned into a groan. He pulled away after a moment. "Don't move," he ordered, and pulled open the drawer of the bedside table. He got lube and an unopened box of condoms (unopened because he hadn't had sex recently, but lived in hope, and in the bedside table because that was just where they belonged, whether he was having sex or not). "Spencer, you do trust me, don't you?" he asked softly, sneaking in a kiss while he opened the box.
"Of course I do," Spencer said, but he couldn't stop staring at the box, his stomach turning in a combination of nerves and excitement. After a moment, he glanced back at the bedside table, feeling oddly jealous suddenly at the idea that Dave might be doing this with more than just him if he had condoms so handy. He swallowed and look back at Dave.
Dave nodded, smiling, and kissed Spencer again, then frowned when he realized Spencer seemed less relaxed again suddenly. "What?"
Spencer was trying to tell himself that he was being stupid, but Dave was the one that had started treating Spencer like he was special, and he realized that he was going to be upset if he wasn't really all that special. Besides, it was his first time. He stared at Dave a moment. "Have you-- I-- How long?" he finally blurted, which wasn't the most eloquent way to ask, but he looked back at the beside table again and hoped Dave would understand.
Dave blinked; he'd said twice that he'd wanted Spencer since the case in Philadelphia...but then he realized Spencer was talking about sex now. He snorted. "I'm afraid to think about it," he confessed. "Let's see, that box moved here with me a year ago when I built the place...I'm not sure how long I'd had it before that." He glanced at the box again. "They're not expired."
Spencer let out a breath he didn't realize he been holding and nodded, then pulled Dave down for a slow, almost thoughtful kiss. He kept his hand around Dave's neck, keeping him from pulling too far away, and whispered against his lips. "And... when you said you wanted more than just casual sex... you meant just with me. Right? Sex in general, not just the more than casual sort." God, he felt ridiculous asking these things, but he also realized just now that they felt completely necessary.
Dave kissed Spencer back, then pulled away enough to gaze seriously at him. "Spencer," he said, and waited until their gazes met. "What I meant was, I want a committed relationship with only you, including but not limited to sex." He paused to make sure Spencer understood he meant it, then stroked his knuckles along Spencer's cheek. "Do you want a signed contract?" he teased gently, and kissed him again.
Spencer laughed into the kiss, the joke breaking a lot of the tension he was feeling, then smiled at Dave when he pulled away. "We'll, ah, call the verbal agreement binding," he murmured, and kissed Dave again, harder, his mouth more hungry. "You're allowed to fuck me now."
Dave laughed, his amusement mingling with lust at Spencer's last words. "God," he breathed, and shifted. "Hold onto this," he ordered, pressing a wrapped condom into Spencer's hand. Then he slicked the fingers of one hand and moved down. He licked teasingly at Spencer's cock while he slid his hand down to circle and rub around Spencer's opening.
Spencer sucked in a breath and reached down to thread his fingers in Dave's hair, though he resisted the urge to encourage more attention to his cock. "Mmm," he hummed, Dave's finger just barely teasing. "Yes," he murmured, pushing down against Dave's finger.
That response was encouraging, so Dave pressed gently inside. At the same time, he closed his lips around the head of Spencer's cock, swirling his tongue around it but not sucking.
"Oh," Spencer managed, his fingers going tighter in Dave's hair. "More," he whispered, wanting more of both. The idea of sex was still nerve-wracking, but he had been experimental enough with himself that he wasn't afraid of being hurt.
Dave's eyebrows went up, but he was pleased. He sucked lightly, still stroking his tongue against Spencer's cock. At the same time he added a second finger, trying to pay attention to Spencer's reaction.
"G--ahh," Spencer said, the word he'd meant to say not coming out exactly as planned. That was more of a stretch, but it just took a moment to adjust to. His breath went shallow, and he panted softly. "David," he murmured.
Dave pulled his head back slowly. "All right?" he asked quietly, not moving his hand until Spencer answered.
Spencer whimpered when Dave stopped. "Yes, fine. Don't stop," he whispered, breathless.
Dave made a satisfied noise and returned to his work, sucking enthusiastically. He moved his fingers with more care, searching out Spencer's prostate and rubbing lightly.
Spencer cried out softly before he could control it, Dave's finger sending a flash of arousal through his entire body. "Fuck," he whispered, his breath leaving him more. He drew his legs up, his feet sliding up the bed, and let his knees fall apart, wanting more, wanting everything.
Dave groaned as that display shot lust through him. God, that was sexy. He pressed harder, wanting to give Spencer more pleasure. He wanted more, but he was waiting for Spencer to ask for that.
Spencer made a strangled noise and pressed down again. "Dave," he moaned, stroking his thumb down Dave's cheek. "Nngh, yes!"
Dave groaned again and pulled slowly off Spencer's cock. "Gorgeous," he murmured, gazing at Spencer's face.
Spencer's breath slowed when Dave pulled back and he looked up at Dave from under his lashes. Dave was ready to fuck him. And Spencer was ready too, but that didn't mean the anticipation wasn't overwhelming. He licked his lips, then pulled Dave down to kiss him, trying to sooth the apprehension he was feeling. "I'm just a little... nervous," he admitted, his voice small.
Dave sucked in a breath and brushed his nose against Spencer's cheek. "That's fine," he murmured. "I just want to make you feel good, Spencer." He smiled and rubbed once more before sliding his fingers out. "We don't have to do this today," he added, praying Spencer would argue.
Spencer moaned softly at the last brush against his prostate, and groaned when Dave pulled out, feeling oddly empty. "I know," he whispered. "I want to, though."
Dave grinned and kissed Spencer hungrily. "Good," he murmured. "It might have killed me if you'd put this off. Still have the condom?"
Spencer laughed, hooking a leg around Dave's hip, then realized he was sort of crushing the little foil packet in one of his hands. "Um... oh, yeah," he said, holding it out with a slightly sheepish smile.
Dave laughed and kissed him again. "Put it on me," he whispered. He wanted Spencer to touch him.
Spencer nodded and pulled the packet open. After a moment of inspecting it to make sure he hadn't actually damaged it, he nudged Dave back onto his knees. It occurred to him that since they'd pushed all of Dave's clothes off, Spencer really hadn't had a chance to look at him. He smiled at Dave, and then stroked his hand down Dave's chest and over his stomach. His eyes followed his hand, and then drifted back up to Dave's as he curled his fingers around Dave's cock--Dave was shorter but thicker than Spencer, and Spencer squeezed lightly, taking in the difference. "You're handsome," he whispered, rolling the condom on with both hands, then stroking one thumb over Dave's hip.
Dave knew full well he could stand to lose a few pounds around the middle, but it was nice to hear Spencer call him handsome anyway. It was even nicer to feel Spencer touching him. He gave Spencer a crooked smile and leaned in to kiss him again.
"Sexy," Spencer murmured, and while he may not have noticed until now, Dave was sexy. He gave Dave a stroke, careful not to pull the condom off, and kissed Dave again. "Fuck me," he whispered, another little jolt of nerves going through him. "I want you to have me." The first time, he thought.
"God, I want to have you," Dave breathed, and pressed Spencer back down on the bed. "Roll onto your side," he murmured, stroking his hands over Spencer's skin. "It'll make this easier."
"Okay," Spencer murmured, and obeyed, tucking his arm under his head and watching Dave move behind him. This was not at all how he'd expected his first time to go (first of all, he'd expected it to be with a girl), but his heart was thrumming excitedly in his chest. He reached back to stroke his hand over Dave's hip. God, this was really happening. "Dave," he whispered, running his hand down Dave's thigh.
Dave scooted up against him and kissed his throat and shoulder, smiling. "Gorgeous." He got more lube, then settled into position, the head of his cock nudging Spencer's entrance. "Just breathe, try to relax." He kissed Spencer's jaw. "I'll take good care of you."
Those last words settled a wonderful warmth in Spencer, his body heating pleasantly, though the feeling ran much deeper than something purely physical. He swallowed and nodded, closing his eyes and drawing a deep breath. "God, Dave," he whispered, turning his head to kiss Dave again, trying to thank him without the words. The little nudge against him felt good, and he pressed back just enough to get more pressure. "Mmph."
Dave returned the kiss happily, moving Spencer's top leg and pressing in slowly. Spencer was so eager, Dave hoped he would be able to stay fairly relaxed. "God, you're sexy," he breathed, brushing his nose against Spencer's ear.
Spencer made a strangled noise as Dave entered him, arching his back, and then for a moment all he could think was 'I'm not a virgin anymore'! He curled his fingers against Dave's thigh and then remembered to breathe, drawing in a few shaky breaths.
"Okay?" Dave murmured. He stroked a hand down Spencer's torso to curl loosely around his cock. "Talk to me, Spence." His breath had gone ragged, but he held himself still against Spencer, giving him a chance to adjust. He trailed his lips along Spencer's cheek and jaw, not so much kisses as whispery touches. God, this felt good.
Spencer drew another shaky breath, but he couldn't help but smile a little bit, in spite of the discomfort he was in. He knew that would pass. "God, call me that more often," he said, the words coming out breathy as he tried to steady himself. "I'm fine," he murmured, and moved his hand to curl into Dave's hair.
Dave smiled and sucked lightly on Spencer's earlobe. "What, 'Spence'?" he murmured, charmed. It had just come out by accident, but it was nice making Spencer happy. He stroked his hand lightly along Spencer's erection, waiting for Spencer to move.
"Yeah," Spencer breathed--JJ had stopped calling him that, and no one else ever had. He hummed a pleased noise as Dave's hand moved over him, clenching automatically around Dave with a little gasp. "Mmm," he hummed, and pushed back, settling himself fully against Dave.
Dave gasped at the pleasure that sent through him and stroked more firmly. "You feel so good," he murmured. "You're so gorgeous." It felt a bit silly for someone his age to be so thrilled about sex, but Dave couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted someone like this, and finding out he could have Spencer Reid seemed like a minor miracle.
"Mmm, shut up," Spencer murmured, his voice too affectionate to really sound serious. He pulled away and pushed back, getting used to Dave's presence inside him. "Move," he whispered, turning his head to kiss Dave.
"Bossy." Dave grinned and obeyed, rocking his hips gently to gauge Spencer's reaction. "God, it's sexy knowing I'm the only person who's ever done this," he mumbled against Spencer's mouth.
Spencer whimpered. Once the discomfort passed, this felt amazingly better than he would have expected. "I trust you," he whispered, and kissed Dave harder, trying to urge Dave to be more aggressive. "More than anyone who's ever wanted to do this," he added, smiling softly and nipping lightly at the tip of Dave's nose.
Dave grunted a laugh and thrust carefully in response to that. "Glad to hear it," he managed, though that movement had reminded his body how much he wanted. He stroked teasingly up Spencer's cock, then released it and splayed his hand across Spencer's torso, his fingertips brushing a nipple.
Spencer laughed softly, though he was starting to pant harder, and the movement of Dave inside him was slowly starting to unravel him. He moaned softly and slid his hand over Dave's, then pushed back to meet Dave's next thrust with a louder moan, a smile still playing on his face.
God, that was hot. Spencer's enjoyment was sending waves of lust through Dave. He jerked, his next thrust harder than he'd meant it to be, loving the way Spencer was moving with him.
Spencer gasped at the thrust, and then made a little, high-pitched noise of lust, the shock of Dave's movements and the resulting pleasure rushing through him. His smile fell apart as he moved again, encouraging Dave to increase his pace. "God, Dave," he moaned. "You're so good to me."
Dave smiled and thrust again, sliding his hand back down to curl around Spencer's cock. "You deserve the best," he gasped, relishing the heat that was building between them. He wanted this to be everything Spencer had imagined it might. "Spence," he breathed, "my beautiful Spence."
Those words surprised Spencer, and he gasped and swallowed hard, losing his breath even more. My? My beautiful Spence? It was exciting and terrifying at the same time, and God, Dave had wanted Spencer far longer than Spencer had even realized. "Mmph," was all he managed to say, then pushed back harder, wanting to let it drop for now. Those words would drive him to distraction if he let them. "Yes," he breathed. "Harder!"
That wrung a groan from Dave, who obeyed, setting a more demanding rhythm. "Sexy," he murmured, "bossing me around." He loved how humble Spencer usually was and yet how cocky he could be while playing cards--but this assertive, demanding Spencer was new and thrilling.
Spencer cried out, losing his own rhythm against Dave and letting Dave thrust now at his own pace. "Fuck!" he hissed. "You-- still have-- a hand," he panted, smiling for a brief moment before it slipped off again as his pleasure built.
Dave laughed shortly and took the hint, stroking Spencer's cock in time with his thrusts. He could tell Spencer was finally abandoning himself to the pleasure. He shifted his angle, trying to thrust deeper.
"Oh... yes!" Spencer managed, licking his lips and closing his eyes to focus on the way Dave was making his body feel. The pleasure was starting to overwhelm him, his heart hammering in his chest. "Dave-- David!"
"Mmm," Dave managed, liking the way Spencer said his name. He moved faster, panting in Spencer's ear as his own pleasure built. "Gorgeous," he breathed.
Dave's breath in Spencer's ear was sending shivers straight down his spine to his cock. He wasn't going to last long like this, not with Dave's hand on him, whispering words like that. "God, close," he whispered, pushing back against Dave until their bodies were flush, wanting to feel as much of this as he could as he came.
"Good," Dave murmured, twisting his wrist as he stroked Spencer's cock. "Can't wait to feel you come. You feel so good." He nibbled gently at Spencer's ear. "Let yourself go, Spence. Give in to it and come for me."
Spencer gasped and reached back to curl his hand against Dave's hip, the feeling of Dave's hips moving against him only intensifying his pleasure. He moaned, tilting his head back until he was cheek to cheek with Dave. "Yes," he managed, little thrills shooting through him until they all met at the base of his spine and exploded. He came hard, gasping Dave's name as his body tensed with pleasure against Dave's.
Dave groaned, driving into Spencer through his orgasm, panting words of praise and unconscious endearments as he strained for his own release. He was close, so close, and the feel of Spencer's body loosening against his was wonderful. When he came, it was with Spencer's name on his lips.
Spencer was too spent to tense at the words that rolled off Dave's tongue. The orgasm had made that impossible, and he just listened to Dave in wonder as Dave called Spencer his again. God. He relaxed against the bed, sated, but unsure if he should even acknowledge what was said, unsure if Dave even knew he'd said so much.
Dave slid out of Spencer and disposed of the condom, then relaxed down against him, wrapping his arms around Spencer and snuggling against his back. God, he felt so good. He brushed his nose idly against Spencer's hair, letting his eyes fall closed. "Was that good?" he murmured after a while.
"Yeah," Spencer replied, sliding his hand over Dave's arm and settling against him. He was still hazy, but his mind was starting to race as much as it could, struggling through the fog. "God," he whispered.
Dave hummed and kissed his ear, then settled down against him. "You're wonderful," he whispered, keeping his eyes closed.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, then drew a deep breath. "Dave?"
"Mm-hmm." Dave's breathing was slowly evening out. He nuzzled Spencer's hair.
"How long have you actually been in love with me?" Spencer murmured, keeping his voice soft.
Dave tensed, then sighed and made himself relax again. Spencer didn't sound like he minded, at least. "Too damn long to remember," he murmured, trying to match Spencer's tone. He didn't open his eyes. If Spencer was going to go, Dave wasn't sure he wanted to watch.
Spencer drew a deep breath. He wasn't exactly sure how to feel. Dave was way far ahead of him here, and Spencer wasn't angry, but he couldn't help but feeling like he'd been left out on some big secret... which he had been, but how had he not noticed? God, he was a profiler. He shifted away and turned towards Dave, touching his finger under Dave's chin to get him to look at him. "Why didn't you say anything before now?" he asked, his brows drawing together.
Dave held in a sigh and looked seriously at him. "I had a lot of reasons," he murmured. "You really want a list?" When Spencer nodded, he chewed his lower lip for a moment, then said, "I'm twice your age and infamous, particularly around the BAU, for being an asshole. I've had three marriages fall apart and fucked up more friendships than I care to remember. You're young, gorgeous, brilliant, and deserve a hell of a lot better than an ageing FBI agent who gives new meaning to 'anal retentive neat freak'." He paused. "Should I keep going?"
Spencer's eyes widened and he blinked at Dave for a moment, then finally shook his head. He swallowed. "You thought I'd care about all of that?"
Dave huffed an almost silent laugh and looked warmly at Spencer. "I thought you should care about at least some of that, even if you didn't." He kissed Spencer softly, his mouth open and undemanding. "Not to mention I had no real idea if you were the slightest bit attracted to me, apart from the initial mild hero-worship," he added, a hint of teasing creeping into his voice.
Spencer frowned, his expression suddenly grumpy. "Shut up," he said, then kissed Dave again. "It wasn't hero worship, it was... professional interest." He covered Dave's mouth with his hand when Dave looked a little too amused. "A lot of it."
Dave's laughter was muffled, and after a moment he licked Spencer's palm playfully.
Spencer pulled his hand away, still frowning, though there was no heat to it. He settled against the sheets and slid his hand over Dave's waist. "You're ahead of me here," he murmured after a moment, his eyes traveling Dave's chest.
"I know that," Dave said, his smile fading, but not entirely. "I really didn't bring you home to seduce you last night." He stroked his fingers through Spencer's hair. "I'd rather have been your friend than think I might fuck up and lose you entirely." He stared thoughtfully at the ceiling, grateful Spencer hadn't pulled away. "But after the past week, thinking about how I could have lost you for real..." He sighed and didn't finish the sentence.
Spencer look up at Dave and slid closer. "I'm beginning to think I might be invincible. I've already died once, you know," he murmured. He kissed Dave's throat. "I've never done this before. I wish I wasn't playing catch up." It made him nervous, because what if he didn't "catch up" to how Dave felt? He brushed his lips along Dave's jaw.
Dave hummed, sliding his fingers into Spencer's hair again. "No one's invincible," he murmured, tightening his arm around Spencer. "Don't worry. I'm a big boy, Spence, I know things don't always work out." He closed his eyes, relishing Spencer's lips against his skin. "I'm not going to hold it against you if things don't click. Hell, I still send Christmas and birthday cards to my ex-wives, I think I can manage to stay friends with you if this doesn't happen the way I'd like it to."
Spencer nodded slowly, though he somehow thought Dave would take it harder than he claimed, considering he'd been in love with Spencer for so long without any reciprocation. Dave sounded like he was trying too hard to keep his tone light. Spencer didn't think pushing the point would be good for either of them, though. "Mmm... hold me closer," he murmured after a minute, scooting against Dave more.
Dave laughed again and obeyed, shifting so he could bury his face against Spencer's hair. "Everyone thinks you're so unassuming and polite," he murmured, stroking his hand along Spencer's spine and reveling in the slender warmth of his body. "If only they knew how bossy and demanding you are. I think I'll keep it my secret."
Spencer smiled, letting himself enjoy the affection in Dave's voice now that they'd got all the talking about it out of the way. He kissed Dave's collar bone and let out a contented sigh. "Good. Might ruin my charm," he murmured.
"Mmm." Dave smiled. He was feeling hazy with pleasure, and wondered if Spencer would let him go back to sleep. "Not possible."
Spencer laughed. "It really is. Ask Hotch sometime."
Dave snorted. "Go to sleep," he murmured, still stroking his fingers lazily along Spencer's skin.
Spencer laughed softly. "We just got up."
"Mmm, and I'm not moving any time soon. Wore me out," he teased.
"I can get you coffee," Spencer murmured, kissing Dave's throat. He had a feeling Dave was going to keep him like this, though, and he didn't really mind that either.
"Shh." Dave tightened his arms around Spencer and smiled. "Coffee is not the answer to everything. Sometimes you just have to relax and enjoy feeling well-fucked."
Spencer smiled and relaxed against Dave. "All right," he whispered, closing his eyes. "If you say so."
Part Three
Authors:
innerslytherin and severity_softlyRating: NC-17
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Spoilers: Minimal Loss
WC: ~15,800
Summary: Dave and Spencer try to deal with the immediate aftermath of "Minimal Loss". They end up dealing with it together.
Part One
Spencer waited until Dave left, then went to take a soak in the tub, eying the bruises on his stomach from the butt of Cyrus' gun in the mirror. He stayed in the steaming water until his fingers were pruney and his eyes started to droop, then he went to bed in his pajama bottoms only.
It didn't take very long for him to drift to sleep. His body was exhausted, but his mind had other ideas. He woke a few times in the night, jerking awake, only vaguely remembering that he was dreaming something about the compound, about listening to Prentiss being beaten. Falling asleep after the second time he woke was difficult; his heart was racing and the thoughts didn't want to stop. When the third nightmare woke him, he nearly fell out of bed, trying to jump away from the explosion that blew the compound apart.
He sat up in bed, his heart hammering in his chest, his breath shaky. He wondered if he could get away with more whiskey, but reminded himself that numbing the pain didn't work. He'd learned that the hard way. He needed to feel safe. He'd felt safe when he'd seen Dave at the compound; Dave had saved him and was right down the hall.
Spencer swallowed hard and climbed out of bed. He hesitated for a moment at Dave's door, and then pushed it open. He could announce himself and risk rejection (which he didn't expect, but it was a possibility), or act first, ask forgiveness later (if necessary), and hope Dave was too groggy to complain.
He flipped the light on and padded across the room to slide into bed next to Dave.
With a muffled grunt, Dave jerked awake out of a dream of shouting and distant gunfire. He found himself half sitting up, staring at the overhead light. "The hell?" he began, and then he realized he wasn't alone. He turned to stare at Spencer, who was in his bed, the blanket slipping down to show off one bony shoulder and a pale chest. "What's wrong?" he demanded, trying to haul himself into wakefulness. Dammit, he'd been trying to stay awake and listen to see if Spencer would need him, but he'd been both physically and mentally exhausted. He must have drifted off quickly.
Well, talking about this wasn't an option Spencer had thought of, and he tucked his upper arm under a pillow to get comfortable. He stared at Dave's pillow, wishing Dave would just lie back down and hold him instead of asking questions. "I-- couldn't-- I can leave if you want."
Once Dave was more awake, he got it, and he slumped back to the bed. "Why's the damn light on?" he grumbled, but he rolled onto his side and reached out for Spencer.
Spencer felt relief wash over him when Dave understood, and he rolled up next to Dave, inviting Dave to wrap his arms around him. "Easier to relax," he murmured.
"Huh." Dave pulled Spencer close and kissed his forehead. The light was annoying, really, but he could ignore it for tonight. After all, it was understandable.
Spencer drew a deep breath and pressed his lips to Dave's throat, then he let himself relax. It felt good and warm in Dave's arms, and if they could kiss knowing things might be different in the morning, they could do this too. "If it bothers you..." he started, but trailed off.
"What, the light? It's fine." Dave suspected he was going to have trouble getting back to sleep now; feeling Spencer pressed against him like this was not conducive to relaxing. He didn't care, though, if Spencer needed this.
"Thank you," Spencer murmured, and kissed Dave's throat again before tucking his head under Dave's chin. His fingertips slid under the back of Dave's pajama shirt, just enough to touch skin, and he started counting backwards from one-hundred in his head, trying to blank his mind enough to sleep.
Mumbling an acknowledgement, Dave closed his eyes and tried to make himself relax. He evened out his breathing and tried to ignore the touch of Spencer's fingers against the small of his back. It felt good to hold Spencer like this, though his body was reluctant to be convinced that now wasn't the time to get excited about it. He hoped this wouldn't feel awkward in the morning.
Spencer pulled himself closer as he started to relax, wanting to keep Dave from moving away once he'd fallen asleep. He was tired, though, and he started drifting quickly. He didn't wake up again in the night, but when he did wake up he felt peaceful and warm.
Well, he felt about as warm as he could feel, considering the sheet had slipped down to his waist sometime over night and his hand was much farther up the back of Dave's shirt. One of his legs was twined with Dave's and when he blinked his eyes open, he wondered if he should panic.
Dave woke slowly, registering first that someone was pressed warmly against him, and that there was hair tickling his nose. Next he realized that his bedmate was breathing too quickly to be asleep. Then he remembered last night, Spencer crawling into his bed, and the fact that he'd kissed Spencer before that. He hummed sleepily and shifted lazily, not opening his eyes. "Time s'it?" he murmured.
Spencer sucked in a long breath. He hadn't moved enough to look, not sure he was ready to face this. But Dave didn't seem the least distressed, so Spencer calmed just slightly. "I don't know," he murmured.
Dave hummed again, then fumbled at the sheets until he could pull them back up. "Smell coffee?" He finally opened his eyes, then nuzzled Spencer's hair sleepily.
That relaxed touch deepened Spencer's ease, and he closed his eyes again, his shoulders loosening. "Yeah. You can't?"
"Smell your hair," Dave said, smiling. He closed his eyes again, pleased that Spencer was relaxing against him. "S'after six-thirty, then. Mmm." He tightened his arms around Spencer.
"Apple," Spencer whispered of his shampoo, then tightened his leg around Dave's. "You'll never get me to leave if you keep this up," he added, smiling softly.
Dave chuckled. "Can't imagine wanting you to leave," he replied. Having Spencer in his arms felt remarkably natural. His body was beginning to wake up, but he didn't care as much this morning. Spencer hadn't jumped out of bed the moment he woke up, after all.
"Good," Spencer found himself whispering, and he kissed Dave's throat again, then pulled back enough to kiss Dave's lips.
That brought a surprised noise from Dave, though he returned the kiss quickly. "Did you sleep all right?" he murmured, hoping he hadn't slept through Spencer having nightmares in his bed.
Spencer nodded and smiled at Dave now that he could see him better. "You feel... I trust you with my life; I can trust you here too."
Dave smiled back and kissed Spencer again, more slowly. "I'm glad," he murmured, stroking his hand slowly up Spencer's bare back. He was so lithe and graceful against Dave, it was arousing.
The touch sent a shiver through Spencer, and he sucked in a short breath, then kissed Dave again, his fingers spreading against Dave's skin.
"Mmm." Dave kissed him more hungrily, enjoying this easy closeness.
Spencer returned the hunger in Dave's kiss fully. He was sleepy, and he still wondered if this was a good idea, but he didn't want to stop; after a night's worth of sleep in Dave's arms, though, he felt more sure about it. He wasn't overly fond of touching, but this felt right. And he'd had so few relationships partly because he'd been choosy, not wanting to let too many people too close. It had left him incredibly inexperienced, but that was beside the point--which was that, after letting himself rest and recuperate, he didn't really think the stress of one case would rid him of how picky he generally was. And he definitely wanted this, liked this. He liked this a lot. "Dave," he murmured, feeling his body start to tingle at the way Dave was touching him.
Dave hummed and ran his hand up Spencer's back to bury in his hair. God, this was a wonderful way to wake up, with a beautiful man in his arms, and this slow, hungry kissing. Dave rolled them so he was over Spencer, exploring Spencer's mouth with his tongue.
"Mnn," Spencer hummed when Dave's weight pressed against the sore spots on his ribs and stomach. It hurt, but Spencer had hoped he could have held that in. It wasn't so bad he couldn't ignore it. He slid his arms around Dave and tugged him down to deepen the kiss, hoping Dave wouldn't pull back.
Dave felt Spencer tense, and after a moment, he moved enough to look at Spencer in concern. "All right?"
Spencer swallowed. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said. And he really was, he was just a little sore. He supposed it was silly to prolong Dave noticing at this point, but he still couldn't help wanting to.
Dave frowned and rolled back, stroking a hand down Spencer's chest and paying attention to when he flinched again, just slightly. He sighed and tugged the covers down. "You said Cyrus didn't hurt you," he said, and then sucked in a breath when he saw the ugly bruises. "Spencer."
Spencer frowned. "He didn't. I'm fine," he murmured, moving a hand over Dave's forearm. "It's really not as bad as it looks."
Dave shook his head. "You could have cracked ribs," he pointed out, leaning down to brush a kiss against Spencer's cheek. "You should have let us take you to the hospital."
"There's nothing you can do for broken ribs but let them heal themselves," Spencer protested softly, letting his eyes close at the kiss. "I didn't want to get poked at after... everything."
Dave sighed and kissed Spencer's mouth gently. "You're too stubborn for your own good," he murmured, and kissed him again. "And too beautiful for mine." He didn't want to stop kissing Spencer, and he wasn't going to win the argument, obviously.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed happily, and pulled Dave against him again. He was expecting the little twinge of pain this time, so it was easier to ignore. He didn't usually hear compliments like that, and it caused a nice warmth to spread through him.
Their next kiss was hungry again, and Dave found himself ridiculously grateful that Spencer still wanted this. He nipped gently at Spencer's mouth, tracing his tongue along the lower lip that had teased him so often. "Wanted to kiss you for so long," he murmured between kisses.
Spencer moaned quietly, a jolt of excitement running through him at Dave's words and going straight to his already interested cock. "How long?" he whispered, barely holding in a whimper at the way Dave's tongue was tracing his lip.
"Ages," Dave breathed. "Since Pennsylvania at least." He ran his fingers through Spencer's hair. "Longer."
"Ugnh," Spencer replied, which wasn't what he'd meant to say at all, but it was all he seemed capable of saying. He slid his hands down Dave's back until his thumbs slid into the back of Dave's pajama pants, and then arched up underneath Dave, a noise of need escaping him when his excitement pressed against Dave's.
"God, Spencer," Dave gasped, a thrill of desire going through him. He nibbled at Spencer's jaw, rolling his hips to let Spencer feel how much he was wanted. "What do you want, Spencer?"
Spencer moaned again, and sucked in a shuddery breath. It was hard to believe Dave wanted him so much, regardless of everything Dave had said. "Mmm, I want you," he murmured, pushing at the elastic under his thumbs.
Dave laughed softly. "You've already got me." He sucked on Spencer's throat, snugging their erections together, since that got such a nice reaction from Spencer. "What else?"
"I..." he started, but then pressed his head back and groaned at the feel of Dave's lips on him. "God, that's good," he murmured, and then remembered the question. "Nnng, I... most of my knowledge of this is theoretical," he murmured.
That sent a pulse of desire, mingled with a hint of nervousness, through Dave. "Most?" He ran his nose along Spencer's jaw. "Are you a virgin?"
The gentle touch was soothing, but Dave's words caused Spencer's blood to run cold. "Technically speaking," he whispered.
Dave hummed and kissed Spencer again. "Good," he murmured, smiling faintly. "You won't be comparing me to anyone." He rolled his hips against Spencer's and kissed him harder.
Spencer gasped at the thrust against him and kissed Dave back, sparks of desire shooting through him, but as soon as the kiss broke he laughed out loud. It was a combination of relief and amusement, even if it came out shaky from the way his body was racing.
Dave's smile widened when Spencer laughed. He liked hearing that sound, and he wanted Spencer relaxed if they were going to do this. He brushed his thumb along Spencer's cheekbone. "You are so damned gorgeous," he murmured. "I want to see all of you, Spencer."
Spencer chuckled softly, still amused though his body heated at Dave's compliment. "Hardly fair to undress me when you're still in your pajamas," he whispered, and started to pull up on Dave's pajama top.
"You're more fun to look at than I am," Dave replied, but he helped Spencer with his pajama top, then stole a kiss. He stroked his hand down Spencer's torso to rest at the waistband of his pajamas.
Spencer's eyes traveled Dave's body, and he traced his fingers over Dave's chest. "That depends on who's looking," he murmured, and sucked in a breath when Dave's hand stopped. "Okay," he whispered, in answer to Dave's unspoken request to undress him further.
Dave nodded and kissed him again, then tugged at his pajama bottoms and underwear. He kept his gaze on Spencer's face, trying to reassure him without speaking, until he'd pulled them down around Spencer's knees. Then he sat up and let his gaze travel slowly down Spencer's body, gaining heat and hunger. He loved the long, lean lines of Spencer's frame, and he let that show on his face.
Spencer shifted to kick off his pajamas, his breath tightening as Dave's eyes wandered. He couldn't help but be flattered by the way Dave was looking at him, though he was more nervous too. "Dave," he whispered.
"Spencer, you're beautiful," Dave said, his voice husky. He leaned down and kissed Spencer, one hand wandering along his bare skin. "I want to be with you."
Spencer drew a deep breath and let it out, shivering at Dave's touch. He'd just been about to ask, for all intents and purposes, if Dave was going to fuck him. He somehow thought he'd be less nervous if he knew exactly what was coming. When Dave said that, Reid hummed a noise of interest. "When you say be with you..."
Dave laughed faintly. "I mean I want to have sex with you," he clarified, then kissed Spencer's jaw. "And that I don't want that to be a one-time thing. I want to spend time with you, I want more than casual sex."
Spencer nodded. "Good," he said. "Back to the sex part--um, this morning?"
Dave raised his eyebrows. "Is that all right with you?" He cupped a hand against Spencer's cheek, then stroked it down his neck to rest lightly against his collarbone. "Or would you rather wait? I'll do whatever you want."
"No, I want to," Spencer said, looking at Dave. After a moment, he managed a nervous smile, because he was glad he was doing this with someone he trusted, even if he was scared. "I just... thought it would be easier to relax if I, ah, knew what to expect."
"I understand," Dave murmured. He rubbed his thumb slowly back and forth across Spencer's collarbone. "I want to make this good for you." He kissed Spencer thoroughly, shifting to work a leg between Spencer's and provide friction for their arousals.
"Thank you," Spencer whispered, then whimpered and pressed up against Dave, pulling Dave down against him. "God," he whispered. "I think you need to be naked too."
"Mmm." Dave stroked his hand down Spencer's side, then helped Spencer get the rest of Dave's clothes off. Once they were out of the way, he pressed down against Spencer, groaning as their cocks slid together.
Spencer made a noise that mirrored Dave's. "God," he repeated, and slid his hands down the back of Dave's body, curling his fingers under to drag the backs of his nails down Dave's skin, and then gripped Dave's ass, pulling him down again. "Fuck," he whispered, feeling slightly overwhelmed, but so good.
Dave laughed, though it was choked with pleasure. "Don't think I've heard you swear much until now," he murmured, and kissed Spencer lightly.
"I haven't been so naked around you until now," Reid murmured, smiling, and slid one hand back up into Dave's hair. "Do you mind?" he whispered against Dave's lips, and kissed him again.
"It's oddly sexy," Dave said. He smiled and nipped at Spencer's mouth. "God, I already knew I wanted you, but you just keep making me want you more," he murmured.
Spencer's brows drew together, even as shivers ran through him at the feel of Dave's teeth. "God, why?"
"Why?" Dave repeated. "Because you're intelligent and gorgeous." He trailed kisses up Spencer's jaw and sucked on his earlobe. "I want you so much, Spencer."
"No, I meant..." The wet heat of Dave's tongue against his earlobe effectively shut Spencer up. "Never mind," he murmured. "God, yes," he whispered, sliding a leg up the back of Dave's. He turned his head to kiss along Dave's jaw, dragging his teeth lightly against the skin and liking the scratchy hint of stubble around Dave's goatee.
Dave made a noise that started out as a hum and turned into a groan. He pulled away after a moment. "Don't move," he ordered, and pulled open the drawer of the bedside table. He got lube and an unopened box of condoms (unopened because he hadn't had sex recently, but lived in hope, and in the bedside table because that was just where they belonged, whether he was having sex or not). "Spencer, you do trust me, don't you?" he asked softly, sneaking in a kiss while he opened the box.
"Of course I do," Spencer said, but he couldn't stop staring at the box, his stomach turning in a combination of nerves and excitement. After a moment, he glanced back at the bedside table, feeling oddly jealous suddenly at the idea that Dave might be doing this with more than just him if he had condoms so handy. He swallowed and look back at Dave.
Dave nodded, smiling, and kissed Spencer again, then frowned when he realized Spencer seemed less relaxed again suddenly. "What?"
Spencer was trying to tell himself that he was being stupid, but Dave was the one that had started treating Spencer like he was special, and he realized that he was going to be upset if he wasn't really all that special. Besides, it was his first time. He stared at Dave a moment. "Have you-- I-- How long?" he finally blurted, which wasn't the most eloquent way to ask, but he looked back at the beside table again and hoped Dave would understand.
Dave blinked; he'd said twice that he'd wanted Spencer since the case in Philadelphia...but then he realized Spencer was talking about sex now. He snorted. "I'm afraid to think about it," he confessed. "Let's see, that box moved here with me a year ago when I built the place...I'm not sure how long I'd had it before that." He glanced at the box again. "They're not expired."
Spencer let out a breath he didn't realize he been holding and nodded, then pulled Dave down for a slow, almost thoughtful kiss. He kept his hand around Dave's neck, keeping him from pulling too far away, and whispered against his lips. "And... when you said you wanted more than just casual sex... you meant just with me. Right? Sex in general, not just the more than casual sort." God, he felt ridiculous asking these things, but he also realized just now that they felt completely necessary.
Dave kissed Spencer back, then pulled away enough to gaze seriously at him. "Spencer," he said, and waited until their gazes met. "What I meant was, I want a committed relationship with only you, including but not limited to sex." He paused to make sure Spencer understood he meant it, then stroked his knuckles along Spencer's cheek. "Do you want a signed contract?" he teased gently, and kissed him again.
Spencer laughed into the kiss, the joke breaking a lot of the tension he was feeling, then smiled at Dave when he pulled away. "We'll, ah, call the verbal agreement binding," he murmured, and kissed Dave again, harder, his mouth more hungry. "You're allowed to fuck me now."
Dave laughed, his amusement mingling with lust at Spencer's last words. "God," he breathed, and shifted. "Hold onto this," he ordered, pressing a wrapped condom into Spencer's hand. Then he slicked the fingers of one hand and moved down. He licked teasingly at Spencer's cock while he slid his hand down to circle and rub around Spencer's opening.
Spencer sucked in a breath and reached down to thread his fingers in Dave's hair, though he resisted the urge to encourage more attention to his cock. "Mmm," he hummed, Dave's finger just barely teasing. "Yes," he murmured, pushing down against Dave's finger.
That response was encouraging, so Dave pressed gently inside. At the same time, he closed his lips around the head of Spencer's cock, swirling his tongue around it but not sucking.
"Oh," Spencer managed, his fingers going tighter in Dave's hair. "More," he whispered, wanting more of both. The idea of sex was still nerve-wracking, but he had been experimental enough with himself that he wasn't afraid of being hurt.
Dave's eyebrows went up, but he was pleased. He sucked lightly, still stroking his tongue against Spencer's cock. At the same time he added a second finger, trying to pay attention to Spencer's reaction.
"G--ahh," Spencer said, the word he'd meant to say not coming out exactly as planned. That was more of a stretch, but it just took a moment to adjust to. His breath went shallow, and he panted softly. "David," he murmured.
Dave pulled his head back slowly. "All right?" he asked quietly, not moving his hand until Spencer answered.
Spencer whimpered when Dave stopped. "Yes, fine. Don't stop," he whispered, breathless.
Dave made a satisfied noise and returned to his work, sucking enthusiastically. He moved his fingers with more care, searching out Spencer's prostate and rubbing lightly.
Spencer cried out softly before he could control it, Dave's finger sending a flash of arousal through his entire body. "Fuck," he whispered, his breath leaving him more. He drew his legs up, his feet sliding up the bed, and let his knees fall apart, wanting more, wanting everything.
Dave groaned as that display shot lust through him. God, that was sexy. He pressed harder, wanting to give Spencer more pleasure. He wanted more, but he was waiting for Spencer to ask for that.
Spencer made a strangled noise and pressed down again. "Dave," he moaned, stroking his thumb down Dave's cheek. "Nngh, yes!"
Dave groaned again and pulled slowly off Spencer's cock. "Gorgeous," he murmured, gazing at Spencer's face.
Spencer's breath slowed when Dave pulled back and he looked up at Dave from under his lashes. Dave was ready to fuck him. And Spencer was ready too, but that didn't mean the anticipation wasn't overwhelming. He licked his lips, then pulled Dave down to kiss him, trying to sooth the apprehension he was feeling. "I'm just a little... nervous," he admitted, his voice small.
Dave sucked in a breath and brushed his nose against Spencer's cheek. "That's fine," he murmured. "I just want to make you feel good, Spencer." He smiled and rubbed once more before sliding his fingers out. "We don't have to do this today," he added, praying Spencer would argue.
Spencer moaned softly at the last brush against his prostate, and groaned when Dave pulled out, feeling oddly empty. "I know," he whispered. "I want to, though."
Dave grinned and kissed Spencer hungrily. "Good," he murmured. "It might have killed me if you'd put this off. Still have the condom?"
Spencer laughed, hooking a leg around Dave's hip, then realized he was sort of crushing the little foil packet in one of his hands. "Um... oh, yeah," he said, holding it out with a slightly sheepish smile.
Dave laughed and kissed him again. "Put it on me," he whispered. He wanted Spencer to touch him.
Spencer nodded and pulled the packet open. After a moment of inspecting it to make sure he hadn't actually damaged it, he nudged Dave back onto his knees. It occurred to him that since they'd pushed all of Dave's clothes off, Spencer really hadn't had a chance to look at him. He smiled at Dave, and then stroked his hand down Dave's chest and over his stomach. His eyes followed his hand, and then drifted back up to Dave's as he curled his fingers around Dave's cock--Dave was shorter but thicker than Spencer, and Spencer squeezed lightly, taking in the difference. "You're handsome," he whispered, rolling the condom on with both hands, then stroking one thumb over Dave's hip.
Dave knew full well he could stand to lose a few pounds around the middle, but it was nice to hear Spencer call him handsome anyway. It was even nicer to feel Spencer touching him. He gave Spencer a crooked smile and leaned in to kiss him again.
"Sexy," Spencer murmured, and while he may not have noticed until now, Dave was sexy. He gave Dave a stroke, careful not to pull the condom off, and kissed Dave again. "Fuck me," he whispered, another little jolt of nerves going through him. "I want you to have me." The first time, he thought.
"God, I want to have you," Dave breathed, and pressed Spencer back down on the bed. "Roll onto your side," he murmured, stroking his hands over Spencer's skin. "It'll make this easier."
"Okay," Spencer murmured, and obeyed, tucking his arm under his head and watching Dave move behind him. This was not at all how he'd expected his first time to go (first of all, he'd expected it to be with a girl), but his heart was thrumming excitedly in his chest. He reached back to stroke his hand over Dave's hip. God, this was really happening. "Dave," he whispered, running his hand down Dave's thigh.
Dave scooted up against him and kissed his throat and shoulder, smiling. "Gorgeous." He got more lube, then settled into position, the head of his cock nudging Spencer's entrance. "Just breathe, try to relax." He kissed Spencer's jaw. "I'll take good care of you."
Those last words settled a wonderful warmth in Spencer, his body heating pleasantly, though the feeling ran much deeper than something purely physical. He swallowed and nodded, closing his eyes and drawing a deep breath. "God, Dave," he whispered, turning his head to kiss Dave again, trying to thank him without the words. The little nudge against him felt good, and he pressed back just enough to get more pressure. "Mmph."
Dave returned the kiss happily, moving Spencer's top leg and pressing in slowly. Spencer was so eager, Dave hoped he would be able to stay fairly relaxed. "God, you're sexy," he breathed, brushing his nose against Spencer's ear.
Spencer made a strangled noise as Dave entered him, arching his back, and then for a moment all he could think was 'I'm not a virgin anymore'! He curled his fingers against Dave's thigh and then remembered to breathe, drawing in a few shaky breaths.
"Okay?" Dave murmured. He stroked a hand down Spencer's torso to curl loosely around his cock. "Talk to me, Spence." His breath had gone ragged, but he held himself still against Spencer, giving him a chance to adjust. He trailed his lips along Spencer's cheek and jaw, not so much kisses as whispery touches. God, this felt good.
Spencer drew another shaky breath, but he couldn't help but smile a little bit, in spite of the discomfort he was in. He knew that would pass. "God, call me that more often," he said, the words coming out breathy as he tried to steady himself. "I'm fine," he murmured, and moved his hand to curl into Dave's hair.
Dave smiled and sucked lightly on Spencer's earlobe. "What, 'Spence'?" he murmured, charmed. It had just come out by accident, but it was nice making Spencer happy. He stroked his hand lightly along Spencer's erection, waiting for Spencer to move.
"Yeah," Spencer breathed--JJ had stopped calling him that, and no one else ever had. He hummed a pleased noise as Dave's hand moved over him, clenching automatically around Dave with a little gasp. "Mmm," he hummed, and pushed back, settling himself fully against Dave.
Dave gasped at the pleasure that sent through him and stroked more firmly. "You feel so good," he murmured. "You're so gorgeous." It felt a bit silly for someone his age to be so thrilled about sex, but Dave couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted someone like this, and finding out he could have Spencer Reid seemed like a minor miracle.
"Mmm, shut up," Spencer murmured, his voice too affectionate to really sound serious. He pulled away and pushed back, getting used to Dave's presence inside him. "Move," he whispered, turning his head to kiss Dave.
"Bossy." Dave grinned and obeyed, rocking his hips gently to gauge Spencer's reaction. "God, it's sexy knowing I'm the only person who's ever done this," he mumbled against Spencer's mouth.
Spencer whimpered. Once the discomfort passed, this felt amazingly better than he would have expected. "I trust you," he whispered, and kissed Dave harder, trying to urge Dave to be more aggressive. "More than anyone who's ever wanted to do this," he added, smiling softly and nipping lightly at the tip of Dave's nose.
Dave grunted a laugh and thrust carefully in response to that. "Glad to hear it," he managed, though that movement had reminded his body how much he wanted. He stroked teasingly up Spencer's cock, then released it and splayed his hand across Spencer's torso, his fingertips brushing a nipple.
Spencer laughed softly, though he was starting to pant harder, and the movement of Dave inside him was slowly starting to unravel him. He moaned softly and slid his hand over Dave's, then pushed back to meet Dave's next thrust with a louder moan, a smile still playing on his face.
God, that was hot. Spencer's enjoyment was sending waves of lust through Dave. He jerked, his next thrust harder than he'd meant it to be, loving the way Spencer was moving with him.
Spencer gasped at the thrust, and then made a little, high-pitched noise of lust, the shock of Dave's movements and the resulting pleasure rushing through him. His smile fell apart as he moved again, encouraging Dave to increase his pace. "God, Dave," he moaned. "You're so good to me."
Dave smiled and thrust again, sliding his hand back down to curl around Spencer's cock. "You deserve the best," he gasped, relishing the heat that was building between them. He wanted this to be everything Spencer had imagined it might. "Spence," he breathed, "my beautiful Spence."
Those words surprised Spencer, and he gasped and swallowed hard, losing his breath even more. My? My beautiful Spence? It was exciting and terrifying at the same time, and God, Dave had wanted Spencer far longer than Spencer had even realized. "Mmph," was all he managed to say, then pushed back harder, wanting to let it drop for now. Those words would drive him to distraction if he let them. "Yes," he breathed. "Harder!"
That wrung a groan from Dave, who obeyed, setting a more demanding rhythm. "Sexy," he murmured, "bossing me around." He loved how humble Spencer usually was and yet how cocky he could be while playing cards--but this assertive, demanding Spencer was new and thrilling.
Spencer cried out, losing his own rhythm against Dave and letting Dave thrust now at his own pace. "Fuck!" he hissed. "You-- still have-- a hand," he panted, smiling for a brief moment before it slipped off again as his pleasure built.
Dave laughed shortly and took the hint, stroking Spencer's cock in time with his thrusts. He could tell Spencer was finally abandoning himself to the pleasure. He shifted his angle, trying to thrust deeper.
"Oh... yes!" Spencer managed, licking his lips and closing his eyes to focus on the way Dave was making his body feel. The pleasure was starting to overwhelm him, his heart hammering in his chest. "Dave-- David!"
"Mmm," Dave managed, liking the way Spencer said his name. He moved faster, panting in Spencer's ear as his own pleasure built. "Gorgeous," he breathed.
Dave's breath in Spencer's ear was sending shivers straight down his spine to his cock. He wasn't going to last long like this, not with Dave's hand on him, whispering words like that. "God, close," he whispered, pushing back against Dave until their bodies were flush, wanting to feel as much of this as he could as he came.
"Good," Dave murmured, twisting his wrist as he stroked Spencer's cock. "Can't wait to feel you come. You feel so good." He nibbled gently at Spencer's ear. "Let yourself go, Spence. Give in to it and come for me."
Spencer gasped and reached back to curl his hand against Dave's hip, the feeling of Dave's hips moving against him only intensifying his pleasure. He moaned, tilting his head back until he was cheek to cheek with Dave. "Yes," he managed, little thrills shooting through him until they all met at the base of his spine and exploded. He came hard, gasping Dave's name as his body tensed with pleasure against Dave's.
Dave groaned, driving into Spencer through his orgasm, panting words of praise and unconscious endearments as he strained for his own release. He was close, so close, and the feel of Spencer's body loosening against his was wonderful. When he came, it was with Spencer's name on his lips.
Spencer was too spent to tense at the words that rolled off Dave's tongue. The orgasm had made that impossible, and he just listened to Dave in wonder as Dave called Spencer his again. God. He relaxed against the bed, sated, but unsure if he should even acknowledge what was said, unsure if Dave even knew he'd said so much.
Dave slid out of Spencer and disposed of the condom, then relaxed down against him, wrapping his arms around Spencer and snuggling against his back. God, he felt so good. He brushed his nose idly against Spencer's hair, letting his eyes fall closed. "Was that good?" he murmured after a while.
"Yeah," Spencer replied, sliding his hand over Dave's arm and settling against him. He was still hazy, but his mind was starting to race as much as it could, struggling through the fog. "God," he whispered.
Dave hummed and kissed his ear, then settled down against him. "You're wonderful," he whispered, keeping his eyes closed.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, then drew a deep breath. "Dave?"
"Mm-hmm." Dave's breathing was slowly evening out. He nuzzled Spencer's hair.
"How long have you actually been in love with me?" Spencer murmured, keeping his voice soft.
Dave tensed, then sighed and made himself relax again. Spencer didn't sound like he minded, at least. "Too damn long to remember," he murmured, trying to match Spencer's tone. He didn't open his eyes. If Spencer was going to go, Dave wasn't sure he wanted to watch.
Spencer drew a deep breath. He wasn't exactly sure how to feel. Dave was way far ahead of him here, and Spencer wasn't angry, but he couldn't help but feeling like he'd been left out on some big secret... which he had been, but how had he not noticed? God, he was a profiler. He shifted away and turned towards Dave, touching his finger under Dave's chin to get him to look at him. "Why didn't you say anything before now?" he asked, his brows drawing together.
Dave held in a sigh and looked seriously at him. "I had a lot of reasons," he murmured. "You really want a list?" When Spencer nodded, he chewed his lower lip for a moment, then said, "I'm twice your age and infamous, particularly around the BAU, for being an asshole. I've had three marriages fall apart and fucked up more friendships than I care to remember. You're young, gorgeous, brilliant, and deserve a hell of a lot better than an ageing FBI agent who gives new meaning to 'anal retentive neat freak'." He paused. "Should I keep going?"
Spencer's eyes widened and he blinked at Dave for a moment, then finally shook his head. He swallowed. "You thought I'd care about all of that?"
Dave huffed an almost silent laugh and looked warmly at Spencer. "I thought you should care about at least some of that, even if you didn't." He kissed Spencer softly, his mouth open and undemanding. "Not to mention I had no real idea if you were the slightest bit attracted to me, apart from the initial mild hero-worship," he added, a hint of teasing creeping into his voice.
Spencer frowned, his expression suddenly grumpy. "Shut up," he said, then kissed Dave again. "It wasn't hero worship, it was... professional interest." He covered Dave's mouth with his hand when Dave looked a little too amused. "A lot of it."
Dave's laughter was muffled, and after a moment he licked Spencer's palm playfully.
Spencer pulled his hand away, still frowning, though there was no heat to it. He settled against the sheets and slid his hand over Dave's waist. "You're ahead of me here," he murmured after a moment, his eyes traveling Dave's chest.
"I know that," Dave said, his smile fading, but not entirely. "I really didn't bring you home to seduce you last night." He stroked his fingers through Spencer's hair. "I'd rather have been your friend than think I might fuck up and lose you entirely." He stared thoughtfully at the ceiling, grateful Spencer hadn't pulled away. "But after the past week, thinking about how I could have lost you for real..." He sighed and didn't finish the sentence.
Spencer look up at Dave and slid closer. "I'm beginning to think I might be invincible. I've already died once, you know," he murmured. He kissed Dave's throat. "I've never done this before. I wish I wasn't playing catch up." It made him nervous, because what if he didn't "catch up" to how Dave felt? He brushed his lips along Dave's jaw.
Dave hummed, sliding his fingers into Spencer's hair again. "No one's invincible," he murmured, tightening his arm around Spencer. "Don't worry. I'm a big boy, Spence, I know things don't always work out." He closed his eyes, relishing Spencer's lips against his skin. "I'm not going to hold it against you if things don't click. Hell, I still send Christmas and birthday cards to my ex-wives, I think I can manage to stay friends with you if this doesn't happen the way I'd like it to."
Spencer nodded slowly, though he somehow thought Dave would take it harder than he claimed, considering he'd been in love with Spencer for so long without any reciprocation. Dave sounded like he was trying too hard to keep his tone light. Spencer didn't think pushing the point would be good for either of them, though. "Mmm... hold me closer," he murmured after a minute, scooting against Dave more.
Dave laughed again and obeyed, shifting so he could bury his face against Spencer's hair. "Everyone thinks you're so unassuming and polite," he murmured, stroking his hand along Spencer's spine and reveling in the slender warmth of his body. "If only they knew how bossy and demanding you are. I think I'll keep it my secret."
Spencer smiled, letting himself enjoy the affection in Dave's voice now that they'd got all the talking about it out of the way. He kissed Dave's collar bone and let out a contented sigh. "Good. Might ruin my charm," he murmured.
"Mmm." Dave smiled. He was feeling hazy with pleasure, and wondered if Spencer would let him go back to sleep. "Not possible."
Spencer laughed. "It really is. Ask Hotch sometime."
Dave snorted. "Go to sleep," he murmured, still stroking his fingers lazily along Spencer's skin.
Spencer laughed softly. "We just got up."
"Mmm, and I'm not moving any time soon. Wore me out," he teased.
"I can get you coffee," Spencer murmured, kissing Dave's throat. He had a feeling Dave was going to keep him like this, though, and he didn't really mind that either.
"Shh." Dave tightened his arms around Spencer and smiled. "Coffee is not the answer to everything. Sometimes you just have to relax and enjoy feeling well-fucked."
Spencer smiled and relaxed against Dave. "All right," he whispered, closing his eyes. "If you say so."
Part Three
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Date: 2008-10-24 04:54 pm (UTC)You guys are awesome!! I'm now convinced you could write about the mating of a paper bag and a wet towel and I'd find it enjoyable!!!
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Date: 2009-05-13 08:08 pm (UTC)First off, I agree! wonderful writing, the characterization is dead on...
and honestly, I would read it if you wrote paper bag/wet towel XD
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Date: 2008-11-02 11:42 pm (UTC)*iz ded*
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