Gang Aft Agley; Reid/Rossi; NC-17
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geekystudmuffinTitle: Gang Aft Agley
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innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Rossi/Reid
Word Count: ~8800
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Spoilers: This is tag to the end of Masterpiece.
Warnings/Kinks: Snowballing.
Summary: After wrapping up the case, Dave wants to sulk. Spencer has other ideas.
Author's Notes: Written in RP-style and self-betaed so feel free to point out any mistakes. This is a thinly-veiled excuse for porn.
Morgan and Agent Todd had bickered the entire way back to Quantico. It was... interesting. But by the time Spencer was back, he was so over it. The team had met with Dave when they were back to the BAU, and seen the taped confession, and even though Spencer was well aware that Dave was fine, his heart had still jumped into his throat when Rothschild attacked Dave. Another thrill shot through Reid when Dave retaliated.
It was entirely possible that it wasn't normal or healthy for Spencer to have been as excited by that as he found he was. He also didn't think the words that spilled from his lover's mouth should make him feel tingly either.
Spencer put it down to Rothschild having deserved it anyway, and blamed it on pride in his lover's reasoning, and shelved the notion that seeing Dave be that aggressive was in the least arousing.
Or at least he tried to on that last part.
When he saw Dave leave the bullpen later on his way home, Spencer finished the conversation he was having and left too. He headed straight to Dave's house, and as soon as Dave opened the door for him, Spencer pounced. He shoved Dave against the wall of the entryway without bothering to close the door, and kissed him hungrily, fitting their bodies together. "That was amazing," he whispered, breaking away just for a moment, and then kissing Dave again.
"God," Dave managed breathlessly. Spencer might be lean for a man, but he was also enthusiastic, and he'd knocked the breath out of Dave, pushing him against the wall like that. Not to mention that wasn't quite the greeting Dave had expected, anyway. He closed his arms around Spencer and kissed him back. After a minute he nudged the door with his foot so the cat wouldn't get out, but he didn't let go of Spencer.
To tell the truth, it was sort of a balm to be wanted after this case. Hell, it was nice that Hotch had trusted him enough to let him run the case, and that Spencer wasn't angry over the way Dave had kept him away from Rothschild. Dave wasn't sure if it really made him feel better or worse, though. He knew that Rothschild had been at least partially telling the truth. No matter that the team had bested him--he had killed those women in direct retaliation for what Dave had done.
Seven women were dead because of David Rossi.
Spencer flung a hand out when the door swung into his peripheral vision, and pushed the door closed completely, then locked it blindly. "You're so sexy," he breathed, and bit along Dave's jaw. He pulled back after a minute to meet Dave's gaze. "Is this weird?" he blurted, because he still wasn't convinced that he should be feeling like this, but after about a half second's pause, he shook his head and said, "Don't answer that." He hooked his fingers in Dave's shirt and started to work open his buttons. "I want you to fuck me."
Dave's eyes widened. Okay, he supposed he could see why Spencer was turned on. Dave got hot when he was watching Spencer do things like that mathematical ratio thing he'd been talking about earlier. One thing they learned early in their job was that sexual arousal could be caused by all sorts of weird things. "I...Spencer...wait," he managed, closing one hand around Spencer's.
"Hhhm?" Spencer hummed, but then he stilled when Dave caught his hand. Dave never stopped him like that--Spencer tended to be very persuasive when it came to sex. Or maybe he just knew which buttons to push with Dave. Regardless, he suddenly felt a little strange. "It is weird. I'm sorry," he panted, and pulled away, though he left his wrist in Dave's grasp.
"It's...No, it's not weird," Dave said, but he was frowning. "I'm just...really not in the mood." He knew it would be a dash of cold water in Spencer's face, but he couldn't think of any way to candy-coat it. Not that he was in the habit of candy-coating anything, ever, but sometimes, for Spencer, he tried to be nice.
Spencer lips parted. His breath was still coming too fast, but he managed to swallow through it and try not to be stung by Dave's words. He wasn't entirely sure that was working, but he was at least making the effort. "Okay," he managed, but he couldn't look at Dave. He pulled completely away then and slumped against the opposite wall, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead.
Dave sighed, feeling worse than he had already. "Look, this isn't about you. I'm sorry." He looked away to where the cat was sniffing at the closed door. "Get away from it," he muttered, nudging it gently with his foot. It was better than looking at Spencer just now. "I'm just--really tired."
Spencer sighed as his breath returned to normal. He knew that wasn't why Dave had stopped them. He wasn't sure why Dave had stopped them, but it wasn't that Dave was tired. "Okay," he said, looking up at Dave. "And for the record, I know when you're lying to me."
Dave glanced back at him, feeling guiltier even though he'd known Spencer would know he was lying. "Want a drink? I'm having rum." He walked into the living room, knowing Spencer would follow. It was strange, Dave knew he could tell Spencer anything. It was one of the things that had originally drawn them together, the way they could talk to each other without judgment. But he didn't want to talk about this. Maybe because he knew Spencer would try to talk him out of blaming himself, and he just didn't feel like having that fight tonight.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, sounding unhappy and frowning at Dave's back as he walked into the kitchen. He wasn't sure what to make of this. The only thing Spencer could think it was about was Rothschild, and, well, Spencer wasn't going to be very happy if that was the case. He didn't answer. He just walked to the refrigerator and shifted a few things to grab a wine cooler from the pack he'd left there.
Dave sat in the huge leather recliner, despite knowing that Spencer would take it as a challenge and probably get his feelings hurt again. Dave wanted Spencer to touch him, to put his arms around Dave and snuggle close. And that was exactly why he didn't trust the idea. If he wanted to be comforted, he probably didn't deserve to be comforted. Seven women because of me.
Spencer's frown deepened when he walked back in the living room and found Dave in a spot that couldn't possibly be shared. "Not about me?" he said, though he knew that part was the truth. When Dave was mad at Spencer, they just yelled at each other until they wound up falling into bed for fantastic make up sex. Dave didn't distance himself like this. God, this was about Rothschild. Spencer sat at the end of the couch farthest from Dave so he could stretch out and put his feet up and still be able to look at Dave. His gaze made it clear he was expecting an explanation.
"You know, I am fifty-two years old," Dave said, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. "Not everything is about sex to me." That was a cheap shot, though he didn't have any faith that it would successfully distract Spencer from the real topic. Great. Here was another fight he was going to lose since he'd fallen head over heels in stupid, ridiculous love with Spencer Reid.
That sent a little jolt of irritation through Spencer, and his eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything for a moment. He watched Dave, and then drew a long breath. "That isn't going to work," he said. Dave wasn't going to divert his attention. On top of that, the fact that Dave was trying to was worrying. "Rothschild played a game and lost. To you," he said, and he couldn't stop the concern from creeping into his voice in spite of his irritation.
Dave took a long sip of his drink, wishing that just for once Spencer could let it go. At the same time, he knew Spencer wouldn't--couldn't--let it go, and he knew that was something he loved about Spencer. "Yeah, and we'll just overlook the fact that he fucking targeted those women and this team because of me in the first place, shall we?" he snapped, and took another drink.
"All right, and I'll overlook the fact that he was a psychopath, and that if he'd just been talking to me, we'd all be dead," Spencer said, frowning deeply.
"The fact that he's a psychopath doesn't negate the fact that I arrested his brother and he blamed me for that. He killed those women in direct retaliation for something I did," Dave said. "Seven women, Spencer!"
"Oh, so what? You would have rather just let his brother walk?" Spencer snapped. "You did the right thing in both of these cases. How he took it and twisted it was not your fault!"
"Of course I wouldn't have wanted him to walk!" Dave snapped. "And maybe it wasn't my fault, but why didn't I take a closer look at him the first time? Why didn't I realize that there was something off about him, too?" He shook his head and lifted a hand to rub his forehead. God, he wanted to give in. He wanted to take Spencer to bed and lose himself in his lover's body. Which was why it couldn't be a good idea, any more than the rum was really a good idea.
"Yes you did! We all knew there was something off, but there was no way you could have known what!" Spencer glared at Dave for another moment, and then said, "Stop being stubborn and come here."
Dave glared back at him. "Stubborn is what I'm good at," he said. Maybe if he stayed where he was, Spencer would come over and climb in his lap, and Dave wouldn't have to give in.
Spencer crossed his arms over his chest and didn't take his eyes off Dave. "You're not listening to me."
"I'm listening," Dave said. He crossed his arms to match Spencer's. "I'm just not agreeing."
Damn it. Spencer sighed, and then got up and walked over to Dave's chair. "Don't complain about being stabbed," he grumbled. Dave was always grousing about Spencer being bony and sharp, but it had always been affectionate, so Spencer had never minded. He climbed into Dave's lap and settled against him. "I hate letting you win when you don't deserve to."
Dave let out a long sigh and wrapped his arms around Spencer, holding him tightly. "How is this letting me win?" he muttered, and buried his face against Spencer's neck. God, he didn't want to feel better. This shouldn't be so good.
"It's winning on a minor scale. I came to you." Spencer reached up and sifted his fingers through Dave's hair, then turned his head to kiss the top of Dave's head.
Dave mumbled. "Don't deserve this." He closed his eyes, hating that Spencer made him do things like admit to his weaknesses and doubts--even if that was part of why Dave had fallen so hard for him in the first place.
"You don't deserve to feel responsible," Spencer murmured, glad that he could feel Dave relaxing under his touch.
"You're distracting me. I think you won." Dave kissed Spencer's neck, his arms loosening slightly around Spencer. He always felt better around Spencer, and he had a feeling Aaron paired them so often on purpose; Spencer balanced Dave out.
"You knew I would," Spencer whispered, stroking his hand over Dave's shoulder. "You saved those kids. You saved that woman. You saved us." Spencer paused, then added, "You saved me. I would have... never seen beyond the numbers, and we would have all been dead if it had been just my call." Truthfully, he felt guilty about that, even if it hadn't happened.
"But ten deaths didn't fit your pattern," Dave said again. "You would have seen it." He sighed. "Anyway, that's why we work as a team, right? Because without you I would never have seen the pattern to begin with." Damn it, he was relaxing, and he felt like he shouldn't.
Spencer shifted to curl up against Dave as best he could in Dave's lap, ignoring a groan when some bone or another must have poked Dave. "Mmm, yes." Spencer tilted Dave's chin up to kiss him. "I love you."
"Dammit," Dave complained. "You're just saying that because you know what it does to me." He kissed Spencer again, sliding a hand into his hair.
Spencer returned the kiss, unsurprised Dave hadn't returned the sentiment. Not that it mattered because Spencer knew Dave did love him, even if he rarely said it. "I'm saying it because it's true," he said. "And because you need to hear it."
Dave sighed and kissed him again. "I love you," he whispered between kisses. He wondered if Spencer needed to hear it more often. Romantic gestures were all very well for letting actions speak louder than words, but maybe Spencer needed the words, too. Dave pulled back for a moment, studying Spencer's face, then stroked his hands through Spencer's hair, sliding one hand down his back to pull him closer as they kissed again.
Spencer's heart gave a funny, happy jolt at the words. He shivered and deepened their kiss, tightening his arms around Dave's shoulders. He hummed a happy noise into the kiss. "Come to bed with me. We don't have to have sex."
"You're so damned persuasive," Dave muttered. They already knew he was going to give in. He liked the way Spencer had stopped letting Dave steamroll over him, and how he could use both logic and emotion, when necessary, to get Dave to do what Spencer wanted. Of course, that meant Dave lost a hell of a lot more fights than he was used to losing. But in the end they both won.
"When I want to be," Spencer said, but then he just kissed Dave again. "You really are gorgeous when you're aggressive," he added, and conveniently left out 'even when I don't like what you're saying'.
Dave sighed and then chuckled, sliding one hand just inside the back of Spencer's shirt. "You got me all hot and bothered during your math lecture," he admitted, shifting in the chair so Spencer was leaning against him more. "I love watching you think."
"You're saying if I started spouting calculus at you, you'd take me to bed and fuck me with that animal aggression I saw on that tape?" Spencer asked, kissing Dave's jaw and suddenly having no desire to move from the chair.
Dave's laughter was a little more heartfelt in response. "I'm saying that seeing you capable and confident is sexy," he said, "but I suppose it's worth a try." He trailed his fingers up Spencer's spine, tilting his head to give Spencer more access. He had a feeling he was going to see those women's faces in his dreams from time to time, but at least Spencer had ruined his brood.
Spencer smiled, pleased by that reaction and trailed his lips up Dave's jaw to his ear, shivering again at the feel of Dave's hand. He sucked the lobe into his mouth, and then let it go so that he whisper in Dave's ear, explaining the number theory of Euclidean Algorithms.
"Hmm, no, that's not working," Dave teased, the feel of Spencer's breath against his ear sending a thrill through him. He smiled. "What about the geometry of sex?"
Spencer snorted and pulled back to look at Dave. "I don't know that theory," he said. "You should teach it to me."
"I meant you should come up with something," Dave said. "Come on, genius. There has to be something that applies here. The proper angle for maximum pleasure...the correct ratio of pleasure to force..." He caught Spencer's mouth in a long, hungry kiss.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, the kiss sending sparks through him. He pulled back to look at Dave. "It would be an inexact science, as everyone's bodies are different, and everyone has different opinions on what feels good. Not to mention, it's also not exactly a straight shot to hit the prostate, and the angle you'd need to thrust at would vary based on the position I was in."
Dave laughed, pulling Spencer closer again. "What about the proper angle for chair sex?" he murmured in his ear.
"I'd have to turn around," Spencer said, his voice going a little shaky with desire. "But I like it when you kiss the back of my neck when you take me like that."
A shudder of desire ran through Dave and he kissed Spencer's jaw. "You're so sexy," he said huskily. "I love the back of your neck." All right, maybe he was in the mood, after all.
Spencer let a little whimper and tugged at Dave's shirt. "Off."
Dave helped Spencer get his shirt off, then started working on Spencer's. "I want you naked," he murmured in Spencer's ear. "On display for me."
"I want you inside me," Spencer countered, and pulled his tie loose. He sat back and pulled his shirt off
"Can't exactly get what you want until I get what I want," Dave said.
Spencer smiled and sat back, pulling Dave's pants open, and then his own before he stood so he could get out of them, watching Dave as as he pushed them down along with his underwear.
Dave's lips curled and he gestured for Spencer to turn around. He liked making Spencer show himself off, mostly because Spencer had never really believed himself to be worth showing off. Dave always made it abundantly clear that he thought Spencer was very worth it.
Spencer bit his lips together. He liked that Dave liked to look at him, but it felt strange like this, without being touched. After a moment, he turned, though, and looked at Dave from over his shoulder.
That little glance, almost coy, sent a jolt of lust straight through Dave's body. He felt the way it showed on his face, the way his lips parted so he could catch his breath. God, Spencer was gorgeous! Long and lean, and his ass was the most glorious ass in the world. His lingering body-shyness just made him that much sexier. Dave licked his lips, swallowed, and pushed his jeans and boxers down off his hips.
Spencer sucked in a breath, the look on Dave's face sending a thrill through him. He licked his lips when Dave's cock sprang free from his underwear, and Spencer turned around. "I hope that was enough show," he said, then climbed back into Dave's lap to kiss him hungrily.
Dave hummed into the kiss, sliding one hand down Spencer's back, the other resting at Spencer's hip and stroking tiny little circles. "You never give me enough of a show," he said against Spencer's lips. "But you make up for it in other ways."
Spencer smiled, the touching relaxing him again. He wiggled a bit to settle into Dave's lap, though from this angle, all he could really do was nestle their cocks together. He curled his fingers loosely around them, giving them barely-there, feather-light strokes. "I try," he murmured.
Groaning faintly, Dave raked his nails lightly up Spencer's back. "God, this is good," he murmured, and kissed Spencer hungrily.
Spencer's smile widened. "I can make it even better," he promised, and set out to prove it.
Some time later, Dave sprawled back in the chair, pulling Spencer down with him and stroking his hair. "You're so good for me," he whispered, closing his eyes.
"Mmm," Spencer managed. Dave was still inside him, softening, but Spencer didn't care. It still felt good, intimate. "I won," he mumbled.
"You always win," Dave grumbled. He kissed Spencer's hair and nuzzled his cheek. "If Aaron had told me how pushy you are, I'd have run the other way." It was a lie, of course, and a standard complaint when Dave lost a fight.
"I'm glad he didn't. I was sick of my own hand," Spencer teased, dropping his head back against Dave's shoulder. "You really don't like my jokes?"
"The point isn't whether I like them or not," Dave said as soon as he caught up with the jump in conversation topics. "It's that most of the people we're talking to at those recruiting lectures don't understand them." He hummed and kissed Spencer softly. "I do like your jokes," he whispered.
"Mph," Spencer hummed, but he was smiling. "They should send Morgan. I'm younger, but he's ten times cooler."
"You just need practice. And some new jokes." Dave grinned and stroked a hand up Spencer's arm. After a moment he wrapped his arms around Spencer again and kissed his ear. "I'm glad I have you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "I'm a lucky man."
Spencer's smile widened. "So m'I."
"Think I need a nap. You wore me out." Dave's breathing was slowing and deepening with relaxation and utter satiation.
Spencer chuckled softly. "I was hoping for another round. Maybe in the shower?" he suggested.
"You really are trying to kill me," Dave muttered. "What, you think I'll leave you the house if I have a heart attack?" He brushed his lips along Spencer's jaw. "Profit motive, despite the apparent sexual nature of the scene," he teased.
Spencer laughed again, and turned to kiss Dave. "Crime of passion," he countered, grinning.
Dave laughed, too. "Yeah, just see if you can make that defense fly." He sat up, tightening his arms around Spencer. "Maybe a bath instead of a shower," he suggested, knowing how much Spencer liked the garden tub in the master bath.
Spencer groaned happily, already imagining it. "Know me too well," he murmured, reaching back to bury his fingers in greying hair. He had a feeling he could probably coax Dave into another round of sex in the tub, but he kept that to himself. "I wash your back, you wash mine?"
"Exactly," Dave murmured. He knew what Spencer was probably thinking, considering the way this usually went, and Spencer wasn't wrong. Dave knew just how tempting Spencer could be. "But only if you let me up first," he whispered.
Spencer laughed softly. "I think you should carry me," he teased.
Dave groaned. "Don't want much, do you? You really are trying to give me a heart attack." He pushed Spencer off his lap and stood, then wondered if he could carry Spencer. "I think I could do it if I had to save your life," he said regretfully, "but other than that, you're out of luck."
Spencer grinned at him and leaned in to kiss Dave. "But I only weigh about... twenty-seven pounds."
"But you're tall," Dave said, and swatted Spencer's ass affectionately. "I'd probably smack your head and toes against the hallway walls, and then you wouldn't be any fun in the bath." He smiled at him, loving the playful look on Spencer's face.
Spencer gasped at the swat, then turned and started tugging Dave down the hallway with him, heading towards the master bedroom. "Spoilsport."
"What, you want a concussion and no sex in the bath?" Dave asked, grinning.
Spencer bit his lips together, keeping his smile in check. "We're having sex in the bath?" he asked innocently.
"Not if you have a concussion," Dave countered. He could hear the amusement in Spencer's voice, and it was nice. He liked making Spencer laugh, and it felt good that he could do it so often.
"I have a thick skull," Spencer countered, walking then through the bedroom to the bathroom and then sitting at the edge of the tub to start the water. "Keeps everything in."
"Well, the first statement is true, at least," Dave teased. He pulled out some towels and lit a couple of candles, filling the room with the pungent scents of pine and holly.
Spencer watched Dave appreciatively, still smiling. "One day I'm going to tell on you," he murmured.
"You tell on me and I might shoot you," Dave said, not looking away from the candle he was lighting. He shook the match out and turned to kiss Spencer softly.
"You'd just wind up having to save me afterward. Big hassle," Spencer said, and kissed Dave again.
Dave smiled. "I don't know, I sort of like the reward I got for being all violent today." He shifted Spencer's knees apart and settled between them, cradling Spencer's face in both hands as they kissed.
Spencer pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, just pulling away briefly to say, "I think it'd be different if you had shoved me against the wall." He kissed Dave again, then added, "Hmmm, actually, I might've just given us away, now that I think about it."
"Given us away?" Dave murmured between kisses. He ran his a hand up and down Spencer's back, enjoying the slide of his palm against his lover's skin.
"Probably would have let you have me right there in front of everyone," Spencer whispered.
Dave laughed and kissed him again. "You little exhibitionist," he said. "Maybe I should let you take a bath by yourself and just watch you."
For some reason, that thought terrified and excited Spencer at the same time. Oddly, he thought, mostly the latter. "Mmn," he answered, rather than say what he was thinking.
Smiling, Dave nuzzled Spencer's cheek. "Is that a 'Mmn, I like that idea' or a 'Mmn, you're crazy'?" he asked, sliding one hand down to stroke the small of Spencer's back.
Dave knew what that did to Spencer, touching him there, and between that and what they'd been talking about, Spencer realized he was getting excited again. "Equal parts both," he said, but he knew his body was betraying him.
Dave's smile widened. "You like that I'm crazy." He bit gently at Spencer's jaw, his hand making small circles on Spencer's back.
Spencer sucked in a breath. "I like that you know exactly how to touch me." He had a feeling he was getting excited without Dave, his body sprinting ahead, which wasn't exactly unusual, especially after they'd already had sex once. Dave always put it down to youth. "Maybe I like that you think I'm nice to look at like that."
"Mmm, you're more than nice to look at." Dave ran his nose along Spencer's jaw. "You're beautiful." He loved the way Spencer responded to his touch. Despite his grousing about not being able to keep up, it was a turn-on that Spencer found him so arousing.
Spencer let out a shaky breath, and tilted his head down again to catch Dave's mouth in a hungry kiss. "You need to get in the tub with me and touch me now," he breathed.
Dave chuckled. "I thought I was going to watch," he murmured, raising his eyebrows.
"I didn't exactly say yes," Spencer said.
"I bet I could get you to," Dave said, raking his nails lightly up from Spencer's tailbone. He had to press his lips together to keep from smirking.
Spencer gasped, and then couldn't help but moan when he let out the breath. His cock pulsed with sudden need. "Nnnh, you're an evil man, David Rossi."
The smirk won. "You're the one who made sure I knew all your erogenous zones." Dave pinched lightly at Spencer's ass, then smoothed his fingers over the skin.
"God!" Spencer gasped, his fingers curling against Dave's shoulder. "Touch me."
"Touch yourself," Dave countered, and sucked Spencer's earlobe into his mouth for a moment. Then he pulled away, blatantly staring at Spencer's body.
Spencer stared at Dave, torn between excitement and the desire to demand Dave touch him. He knew his gaze was a little uncertain, but this was what Dave wanted, and Spencer could deny his interest either, even if he was dubious. After a moment, Spencer conceded and shifted back to get in the tub; it would be more comfortable if he could relax. "I get merit points for this," he said, but he couldn't keep the desire out of his complaint.
"Merit points?" Dave said, amused. "What are you going to do with merit points that you don't already get?" He sat on the side of the tub, letting his gaze rake over Spencer. "You think they'll make you more wonderful and sexy in my eyes? You think they'll make me more devoted to you? I'm not sure either of those things are possible."
Spencer slid under the water briefly, wetting his hair, and then emerged. He glanced at Dave, licked his lips, and then closed his eyes, letting his head rest back against the back of the tub. "This is weird," he murmured, but splayed his fingers over his chest. He felt hot, and wondered if he was blushing; he could feel Dave's eyes on him even though he wasn't looking.
"God, you're gorgeous," Dave said, staring. "This isn't weird, this is hot." He knew what Spencer meant, that it felt weird to be having 'solo sex' while someone watched. "How do you do this when you're alone?" he asked quietly. "Do you start out by teasing yourself? What would you do if I weren't here?"
"I beg sometimes, but I really like it when you tease me," Spencer breathed, sliding his hand to the side to flick a finger tip over one of his nipples. He caught it between his thumb and finger and squeezed lightly until it hit the outside edge of pain, letting out a small, strangled noise.
"I tease you?" Dave asked, lowering his voice. It took effort to not climb in with Spencer and 'help' him. "Tell me what I do."
"You don't touch me. Not like earlier," Spencer said. Earlier had been the result built up tension, but when they actually made love, Dave usually had Spencer desperate with want before they really got to the act. Spencer's other hand joined the first against his chest, and then he was pinching both nipples gently. "You make me crazy," Spencer said, a laugh suddenly bubbling up through the statement that implied clearly that Spencer meant that in more ways than one.
"So I start there?" Dave murmured, his lips curving up, though he didn't otherwise acknowledge the jibe. "Pinching until you can't stand it? Then what?" He loved watching Spencer like this, and his body was taking interest. He wondered, as he occasionally did, how he'd been lucky enough to have Spencer Reid fall in love with him. "I love touching you. I love how your body responds."
"Mmph," Spencer managed, and nodded. He licked his lips. "Not just pinching. Licking, and... teeth and nails," he said, the fantasy slowly gaining presence in his mind. "Sometimes I think you have a latent inclination towards vorarephilia." He slid his hands down to draw them back up, dragging his nails across his skin and hissing at the sensation it sent through his body.
"You know," Dave said, his voice going even huskier, "the term vorarephilia is from the Latin vorare, which is to swallow." He smirked and leaned down towards Spencer. "I just like biting."
"I like it too," Spencer whispered. God, it was weird fantasizing about Dave while Dave was talking to him, but it was exciting too. "Is this okay?" he asked quietly after a moment. "Is this what you want?"
"You have no idea how aroused I am right now," Dave breathed. "You are so sexy, Spencer. It's fantastic." He lowered his eyelids slightly, his gaze on Spencer's face. "I bite your neck, don't I? And your shoulders. Do I bite your nipples?"
"God, yes," Spencer moaned, pinching again and squirming in the tub as his body started to tell him it was time for relief. "It's so good. Your weight's against me, pressing me to the bed... and you're hard. Because of me. And you're just... God, Dave..."
"I'm what, Spence?" Dave put a hand against the wall to keep from falling in the tub as he leaned closer still, letting his breath hit Spencer's ear. "I'm so hard because of you, because your body is so perfect. What then? Do I finally touch your cock?"
Spencer sucked in a breath, the heat of Dave's breath sending a shiver he couldn't contain through him. "Not yet," he breathed, but slid his hands lower, ghosting them over his stomach and then drawing his fingertips over the crease of his thighs. "I want you to. I'm begging you." He turned his head so that his cheek brushed Dave's, wondering if Dave would allow the touch.
"Begging?" Dave let his eyes close for a moment. God, he wanted to touch Spencer more than this. His breath was catching in his chest at how incredibly intimate this was, despite the fact that they had just now barely touched. "Beg for me now, Spence. Show me how much you want it."
Spencer expelled a gusty breath and curled his hand around his cock. Dave was patient, willing to draw out Spencer's longing as long as he could, in reality and in fantasy. Spencer was never that patient. "David," he panted, squeezing himself and then starting to stroke. "Please... please," he whimpered, his breath going shaky. God, why was this so good? "Fuck, David."
"Oh, I give in too easily in the fantasy," Dave said, smiling slyly. He couldn't tear his gaze from Spencer's hand sliding along the length of his erection. "When have I ever been that nice? I want to hear you whimpering for release before I touch you." He shifted, gripping the edge of the tub to resist the urge to touch himself now. God, this was sexy.
Spencer's hand was moving faster. He couldn't seem to control the shaking of his breath as his body raced with need. "You're not touching me in my fantasy," he whispered. "I'm touching me now. In fantasy you're... your mouth is moving over my hip, my inner thigh... licking... and biting... closer..." He turned his head to press his cheek to Dave's more firmly, his hand working fast enough that the water was starting to break into little waves. "So close, and I feel you brush me... just barely... but then you move down my other thigh again, and I want to explode. I was to come in your mouth."
"Is that what you like most?" Dave asked, watching Spencer's hand. He licked his lips and swallowed. "You want my lips on your cock? You want me to suck you?" Spencer had incredible legs, and Dave could never quite resist the urge to worship those legs. Long, strong legs that felt incredible when they were wrapped around his hips.
"Mm-hmm," Spencer whimpered, his pleasure starting to overwhelm his ability to think. He drew his knees up to get enough leverage to thrust into his hand, the water splashing even more, and then his other hand moved up, his fingers curling tightly in his wet hair. "Oh, God!" he gasped.
Dave flinched when water splashed up against his face, but then he let out a gusty exhalation. "What do I do now? Do I stop you from touching yourself? Do I say I want to finish it for you? Or do I sit back and watch you come?" His knuckles were going white from gripping the tub. Patience, he reminded himself. This was worth it.
Spencer wasn't sure which 'now' Dave was referring to: now now, or fantasy now. He really didn't care either. "Nnngh, you... I'll finish," he managed, as switching rhythms now might put a stutter stop on the way his body was screaming to let go. He moaned loudly, his hand squeezing harder as he stroked, barely able to contain his noises of pleasure now. "Kiss... me."
"Kiss you?" Dave leaned in, but stopped just short of letting their lips touch. God, he wanted Spencer. He wanted to lean down and run his tongue down Spencer's torso, clutching the hand in his hair. He wanted-- "Just kiss you?" he repeated, even more turned on by the way they were breathing the same air.
"Yes," Spencer pleaded. "Now. Now." He didn't think he could hold off much longer.
Dave leaned in, seizing Spencer's mouth with his and plunging his tongue inside, wanting to taste Spencer's arousal. His other hand slid into Spencer's hair, tightening just enough to pull Spencer's head back slightly as they kissed. Dave moaned as his tongue slid against Spencer's. The forcefulness of the kiss was overwhelming.
Spencer moaned loudly into Dave's mouth and he traded his grip on his own hair to slide his wet finger's into Dave's dry hair. His entire body was tightening, his hand moving faster, and the hunger in Dave's kiss, the way he was tugging Spencer's hair, was driving all the sensation down to his groin. He made a strangled noise and spilled out into the water, his body spasming under Dave for a moment before he was spent. He slumped back against the tub, panting hard, his heart trying to beat out of his chest.
When Spencer broke the kiss, Dave gasped for breath, staring at his face for a long moment. Then he let his gaze move down Spencer's body, taking in the way his chest was heaving for breath, the taut muscles of his stomach that were slowly relaxing, his hand still curled around his cock. "God, you are magnificent," he breathed, panting for breath himself. "How is it possible you're mine?"
Spencer snorted, too sated to argue. When he thought he could move his arms, he reached up awkwardly and tugged Dave's arm hard enough to pull him in.
Dave let out a startled yelp as he pitched forward, displacing a large amount of the water that had been in the tub. He caught himself before his nose hit Spencer's collarbone, but he felt one elbow push into a soft part of Spencer. The water still left in the tub sloshed around as Dave attempted to steady himself and get his weight off his much thinner lover.
Spencer groaned when something sharp went into his stomach, and he tried to roll away, but Dave was pretty much completely over him. Spencer finally opened his eyes... and then started laughing softly at the started expression on Dave's face as Spencer rubbed the sore spot in his stomach. "Ow," he said finally, but sounded amused still.
"Serves you right," Dave said grumpily, feeling a little ridiculous once his surprise faded. He glowered at Spencer and then shifted so he could press his fingers gently against where Spencer was rubbing. "I'm taking you out of my will." He leaned in and nipped Spencer's throat more sharply than he usually did.
Spencer gasped, and pulled Dave into his arms. "I'm in your will?"
"Maybe you were," Dave muttered. "But you're obviously trying to do me in. I'm going to tell Hotch that if I die in suspicious circumstances, it all goes to Emily."
"Is there something I should know about you and Prentiss?" Spencer asked, and kissed Dave.
"She's never tried to kill me," Dave said, and kissed Spencer hard.
Spencer hummed into the kiss, pulling away just enough to whisper, "I think I liked telling you about my fantasies," and then kissing Dave again.
Dave gave a muffled laugh into the kiss, shifting so his semi-hard cock was pressing against Spencer's leg. "It's amazing what sudden fear for your life will do to a nice erection," he muttered, "but I still think you should do something about this."
"Who would have thought falling in a tub would frighten the great David Rossi?" Spencer teased, momentarily ignoring the other part.
"Come on, you know the statistics for in-home accidents," Dave said, and nipped at Spencer's jaw. "Forty-five percent of accidental injury deaths occur at home."
Spencer's eyebrows lifted, and he slid his hand down to Dave's hip. "Maybe it's time we spend some time apart."
Dave lifted his head, a surprised expression on his face, then started laughing. "Not if you want to stay in my will," he teased, and kissed Spencer again.
"I thought I was already out," Spencer said, smiling. A second later, he reached down and curled his fingers around Dave's cock.
Dave groaned and shifted to give Spencer better access. "That's...pending," he managed before leaning in to run his tongue along Spencer's jaw.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, and tilted his chin to offer Dave more of his throat as his hand stroked idly. After a moment, he shifted away. "Up. Get up. Sit on the edge of the tub."
"Considering the way things are going, I'll fall over backwards when I come," Dave protested, but he started to shift anyway.
Spencer snorted. "Sit on the wall side." He guided Dave to sit, nudged Dave's knees apart, and then climbed onto all fours in front of him. He darted a quick glance up at Dave and then nosed along Dave's cock.
"Nnh." Dave threaded his fingers into Spencer's hair, relaxing into Spencer's touch. "You're so fucking sexy, Spencer," he murmured.
Spencer looked up again and caught Dave's gaze as he licked a stripe up the underside of Dave's cock. He didn't shift back down to sit, he just stayed on all fours, thinking Dave might like the view.
Dave groaned again, tugging gently on Spencer's hair. His other hand stroked Spencer's shoulders encouragingly as he gazed down at his lover. Beautiful, enthusiastic, and all Dave's. "God!"
Spencer hummed a pleased noise and slipped his lips around Dave's cock. He didn't tease or ease into it either. He took Dave in as deeply as he could, and started to move his tongue against Dave's shaft exactly the way he knew Dave liked.
Dave gasped, pressing against the wall, as pleasure shot through him. "Yes," he breathed, his eyes falling mostly closed as he gazed down at Spencer. This was utterly fantastic.
Spencer moaned around Dave, liking the way Dave was looking at him, then shifted to curl his legs under him and sit. His eyes were steady on Dave, his tongue working against Dave's prick. After a moment, he reached up and pressed the pad of his thumb against Dave's perineum, kneading softly to provide just a little bit of prostate stimulation.
"Nnuh!" Dave managed, his hips jerking slightly. His breathing went even more ragged and he shifted his feet a little to make sure he didn't slide off the edge of the tub. Spencer always seemed to enjoy this so much, it was an additional turn-on. Not to mention he was fabulously talented at it.
Spencer hummed, enjoying the way Dave responded to him and smiling around Dave's cock as he watched (which really just translated into amusement in his eyes), and sucked harder. He had to wonder if Dave knew how sexy he was like this. It was gorgeous--the swipe of Spencer's tongue causing Dave to writhe in pleasure the way Dave always did to him.
"Spence--Spence," Dave panted, tightening his fingers in Spencer's hair. Pleasure was singing along his limbs, and he groaned, running the palm of his free hand over Spencer's skin anywhere he could reach. "Gorgeous. So exciting."
Spencer let out an amused, affectionate laugh around Dave's cock, then pulled off of Dave to give him a wanton look, flicking his tongue against Dave's slit. He slid his hands along the inside of Dave's thighs, and pushed Dave's legs apart as far as they'd comfortably go. "You taste good," he whispered, then swallowed Dave again.
"God!" Dave gasped, pushing his head back hard enough to thunk against the wall. "Getting close," he managed. He was tensing, straining for release, and Spencer was driving him further towards the brink.
Spencer slid his hands back to the base of Dave's cock and turned them, pressing both his thumbs against Dave's perineum and massaging gently, but firmly as he sucked. God, Dave was sexy. Spencer couldn't take his eyes off his lover's face, and he scraped his teeth very lightly against Dave's shaft once, watching Dave's reaction.
"Fuck!" Dave gripped Spencer's shoulder, letting his nails dig in just a little, as that edgy pleasure shot through his entire body. He loved how Spencer looked right now, kneeling in front of him with perfect lips stretched around Dave's prick. "Spencer!" he gasped, and came, staring heatedly down at his lover.
Spencer moaned, feeling the salty fluid pulse into his mouth. It amazed him how this never got old. It never stopped being exciting, the proof of what he could do to his lover, hot and sticky against his tongue. He swallowed once, then stopped and took the rest of Dave's release, and when he pulled back, he looked at Dave. "Mmn." He curled his hand around Dave's hip to pull him down into the tub, and after a moment Dave obeyed lazily. Spencer pressed Dave against the side of the tub and kissed him hungrily, Dave's release sliding between their tongues, which pulled another little whimper from Spencer.
Dave had long since come to the conclusion that if Spencer was going to do him in, this was the way to go. He stroked his hands down to the small of Spencer's back as they kissed, knowing how much Spencer liked being touched there. It was thrilling how much Spencer liked sucking him, and how he wanted to share this with Dave. In three marriages, Dave had never known intimacy the way he did with Spencer. And it usually struck him at the oddest times, like while he was coming down from sizzling hot sex, the taste of his own release in his mouth from his lover's tongue. Dave hummed into the kiss and finally pulled away just enough to whisper, "I love you." On a day like today, he could be forgiven for saying it more than once.
Spencer expelled a little breath, the result of an almost too pleased laugh that he mostly kept in, but he knew he was suddenly beaming, even as his lips were still against Dave. After a moment, he drew his tongue along Dave's lower lip, settling against Dave and wrapping a leg between Dave's. "Your lips are sticky," he returned, his voice utterly pleased.
Dave just hummed and shifted them closer together. "You know, usually people say 'I love you, too'," he pointed out, amused.
This time Spencer did laugh softly, and he pressed his face to Dave's neck. "That's what I meant," he whispered.
"Oh, right, that was my next guess," Dave said, rolling his eyes. He stroked his fingers over Spencer's hair, untangling it. After a moment he reached over for a bottle of shampoo on a shelf. It was one of the scents he'd come to associate with happiness, some kind of citrus-and-lemongrass scent that he'd never encountered before Spencer's shampoo somehow found a home next to Dave's tub. Dave smiled. "Keep your eyes closed."
Spencer knew what Dave was planning to do without looking. "This is getting fetishistic." He kissed Dave's neck, still smiling broadly. "Do you need me to sit up?"
"I just happen to really like your hair," Dave murmured. "Anyway, paraphilias aren't dangerous in and of themselves. If I start breaking into your apartment in the middle of the night to wash your hair, you can start worrying." He squeezed out some shampoo and started working it through Spencer's hair, massaging vigorously and letting the scent waft up. He smiled.
"As long as you were gentle in waking me up and getting me to the shower, I might like it," he teased, groaning at how good Dave's hand felt. "I love you."
"Hm." Dave raked his nails across Spencer's scalp, then tilted his head back to steal a kiss. "You ruined my plans for the evening."
"That was my plan," Spencer murmured. "Actually, the plan was to get you to fuck me in the entryway, which you ruined, but I still think I won."
Dave grunted. "You always win," he grumbled. A moment later a thought struck him. "But sometimes," he added, "I get the last laugh." He pushed Spencer away and shoved him underwater.
Spencer gasped, but fortunately realized what Dave was doing soon enough to hold his breath. He expelled it under water and then emerged to glare at Dave, coughing, his hair clinging to his face. "See if I let you wash my hair again."
Dave grinned at him. "You know how persuasive I can be." He leaned in and kissed Spencer teasingly. "I'll have you begging."
Spencer returned the kiss and then slid back to the other side of the tub, crossing his arms over himself.
Dave's grin widened. "You're cute when you pout."
Spencer made an unhappy noise, and splashed water directly in Dave's face.
Spluttering, Dave wiped the water from his eyes. "Come on, now, don't be a sore winner." He liked bringing out Spencer's playful side, despite his words. Spencer wasn't even yet thirty. He ought to play more than he did.
"I'm not pouting," Spencer pointed out, then splashed Dave again. Dave had won earlier, getting Spencer to come to him. It was Spencer's turn, even if he had to splash Dave until Dave came over to make him stop.
Dave shook his head to dispel the water and glowered at Spencer. "You now, I can put a stop to this," he threatened. They probably both knew how he would do that. But it was part of the game. Hold out, be patient, try to make Spencer think it wasn't going to work.
Spencer's lips quirked to the side, and he lifted a leg to kick water at Dave, ignoring that it also splashed the wall behind Dave.
Dave let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a growl and lunged across the tub to grab Spencer. God, it was going to take him hours to sop up the water in the bathroom after this. But he was grinning as he wrapped his arms around Spencer and leaned all his weight against him.
Spencer groaned. "I could get out of this if I really wanted," he said, and hooked a leg with Dave's.
"You don't want," Dave whispered, and kissed him.
"You really are the most brilliant profiler of all time," Spencer murmured, teasing, and melted under Dave. "And the most sexy."
Dave chuckled and kissed him again.
Spencer hummed into the kiss, pleased that Dave was laughing after the way he'd been when he came in. He knew sex wouldn't fix it all (and he knew their cocks would fall off if they continued at a pace anything near like what they had this afternoon), but it had helped for now. "I meant brilliant, by the way," he said. You really were amazing today, he thought.
That prompted a snort, but Dave let out a long breath and shifted so he wasn't leaning on Spencer. "I think you're biased," he murmured. He knew he'd let Spencer distract him this afternoon, but he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.
"I thought you were brilliant a long time before I ever met you, so the fact that you fuck me until I can't walk plays no part," Spencer murmured. He kissed Dave's hair.
"You're far too easily impressed." Dave shifted more and pulled Spencer with him. "The water's getting cold. And is probably all over the floor."
"I'll clean it up, if you go make me hot chocolate and meet me in bed with it when I'm done," Spencer said, though he was perfectly happy to stay in the cooling water. He sighed, stroking Dave's arm. "And if you promise not to be sulking again with a glass of rum when I get there."
Dave raised his eyebrows. "You're asking an awful lot," he teased. But at least he felt like teasing. He ducked his head to kiss Spencer slowly. "Why are you so good to me? I may not admit it often, but I know I'm a bear to live with."
Spencer drew in a breath, relishing the tenderness in that kiss, then looked at Dave openly. "You're everything I'm not... and I need that."
"Hmm." Dave kissed Spencer again, stroking a thumb down his cheek. "Hot chocolate. With or without peppermint?"
A slow smile broke across Spencer's face again. He pulled Dave into another lingering kiss, then whispered, "Surprise me."
Authors
innerslytherin and severity_softlyPairing: Rossi/Reid
Word Count: ~8800
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Spoilers: This is tag to the end of Masterpiece.
Warnings/Kinks: Snowballing.
Summary: After wrapping up the case, Dave wants to sulk. Spencer has other ideas.
Author's Notes: Written in RP-style and self-betaed so feel free to point out any mistakes. This is a thinly-veiled excuse for porn.
Morgan and Agent Todd had bickered the entire way back to Quantico. It was... interesting. But by the time Spencer was back, he was so over it. The team had met with Dave when they were back to the BAU, and seen the taped confession, and even though Spencer was well aware that Dave was fine, his heart had still jumped into his throat when Rothschild attacked Dave. Another thrill shot through Reid when Dave retaliated.
It was entirely possible that it wasn't normal or healthy for Spencer to have been as excited by that as he found he was. He also didn't think the words that spilled from his lover's mouth should make him feel tingly either.
Spencer put it down to Rothschild having deserved it anyway, and blamed it on pride in his lover's reasoning, and shelved the notion that seeing Dave be that aggressive was in the least arousing.
Or at least he tried to on that last part.
When he saw Dave leave the bullpen later on his way home, Spencer finished the conversation he was having and left too. He headed straight to Dave's house, and as soon as Dave opened the door for him, Spencer pounced. He shoved Dave against the wall of the entryway without bothering to close the door, and kissed him hungrily, fitting their bodies together. "That was amazing," he whispered, breaking away just for a moment, and then kissing Dave again.
"God," Dave managed breathlessly. Spencer might be lean for a man, but he was also enthusiastic, and he'd knocked the breath out of Dave, pushing him against the wall like that. Not to mention that wasn't quite the greeting Dave had expected, anyway. He closed his arms around Spencer and kissed him back. After a minute he nudged the door with his foot so the cat wouldn't get out, but he didn't let go of Spencer.
To tell the truth, it was sort of a balm to be wanted after this case. Hell, it was nice that Hotch had trusted him enough to let him run the case, and that Spencer wasn't angry over the way Dave had kept him away from Rothschild. Dave wasn't sure if it really made him feel better or worse, though. He knew that Rothschild had been at least partially telling the truth. No matter that the team had bested him--he had killed those women in direct retaliation for what Dave had done.
Seven women were dead because of David Rossi.
Spencer flung a hand out when the door swung into his peripheral vision, and pushed the door closed completely, then locked it blindly. "You're so sexy," he breathed, and bit along Dave's jaw. He pulled back after a minute to meet Dave's gaze. "Is this weird?" he blurted, because he still wasn't convinced that he should be feeling like this, but after about a half second's pause, he shook his head and said, "Don't answer that." He hooked his fingers in Dave's shirt and started to work open his buttons. "I want you to fuck me."
Dave's eyes widened. Okay, he supposed he could see why Spencer was turned on. Dave got hot when he was watching Spencer do things like that mathematical ratio thing he'd been talking about earlier. One thing they learned early in their job was that sexual arousal could be caused by all sorts of weird things. "I...Spencer...wait," he managed, closing one hand around Spencer's.
"Hhhm?" Spencer hummed, but then he stilled when Dave caught his hand. Dave never stopped him like that--Spencer tended to be very persuasive when it came to sex. Or maybe he just knew which buttons to push with Dave. Regardless, he suddenly felt a little strange. "It is weird. I'm sorry," he panted, and pulled away, though he left his wrist in Dave's grasp.
"It's...No, it's not weird," Dave said, but he was frowning. "I'm just...really not in the mood." He knew it would be a dash of cold water in Spencer's face, but he couldn't think of any way to candy-coat it. Not that he was in the habit of candy-coating anything, ever, but sometimes, for Spencer, he tried to be nice.
Spencer lips parted. His breath was still coming too fast, but he managed to swallow through it and try not to be stung by Dave's words. He wasn't entirely sure that was working, but he was at least making the effort. "Okay," he managed, but he couldn't look at Dave. He pulled completely away then and slumped against the opposite wall, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead.
Dave sighed, feeling worse than he had already. "Look, this isn't about you. I'm sorry." He looked away to where the cat was sniffing at the closed door. "Get away from it," he muttered, nudging it gently with his foot. It was better than looking at Spencer just now. "I'm just--really tired."
Spencer sighed as his breath returned to normal. He knew that wasn't why Dave had stopped them. He wasn't sure why Dave had stopped them, but it wasn't that Dave was tired. "Okay," he said, looking up at Dave. "And for the record, I know when you're lying to me."
Dave glanced back at him, feeling guiltier even though he'd known Spencer would know he was lying. "Want a drink? I'm having rum." He walked into the living room, knowing Spencer would follow. It was strange, Dave knew he could tell Spencer anything. It was one of the things that had originally drawn them together, the way they could talk to each other without judgment. But he didn't want to talk about this. Maybe because he knew Spencer would try to talk him out of blaming himself, and he just didn't feel like having that fight tonight.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, sounding unhappy and frowning at Dave's back as he walked into the kitchen. He wasn't sure what to make of this. The only thing Spencer could think it was about was Rothschild, and, well, Spencer wasn't going to be very happy if that was the case. He didn't answer. He just walked to the refrigerator and shifted a few things to grab a wine cooler from the pack he'd left there.
Dave sat in the huge leather recliner, despite knowing that Spencer would take it as a challenge and probably get his feelings hurt again. Dave wanted Spencer to touch him, to put his arms around Dave and snuggle close. And that was exactly why he didn't trust the idea. If he wanted to be comforted, he probably didn't deserve to be comforted. Seven women because of me.
Spencer's frown deepened when he walked back in the living room and found Dave in a spot that couldn't possibly be shared. "Not about me?" he said, though he knew that part was the truth. When Dave was mad at Spencer, they just yelled at each other until they wound up falling into bed for fantastic make up sex. Dave didn't distance himself like this. God, this was about Rothschild. Spencer sat at the end of the couch farthest from Dave so he could stretch out and put his feet up and still be able to look at Dave. His gaze made it clear he was expecting an explanation.
"You know, I am fifty-two years old," Dave said, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. "Not everything is about sex to me." That was a cheap shot, though he didn't have any faith that it would successfully distract Spencer from the real topic. Great. Here was another fight he was going to lose since he'd fallen head over heels in stupid, ridiculous love with Spencer Reid.
That sent a little jolt of irritation through Spencer, and his eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything for a moment. He watched Dave, and then drew a long breath. "That isn't going to work," he said. Dave wasn't going to divert his attention. On top of that, the fact that Dave was trying to was worrying. "Rothschild played a game and lost. To you," he said, and he couldn't stop the concern from creeping into his voice in spite of his irritation.
Dave took a long sip of his drink, wishing that just for once Spencer could let it go. At the same time, he knew Spencer wouldn't--couldn't--let it go, and he knew that was something he loved about Spencer. "Yeah, and we'll just overlook the fact that he fucking targeted those women and this team because of me in the first place, shall we?" he snapped, and took another drink.
"All right, and I'll overlook the fact that he was a psychopath, and that if he'd just been talking to me, we'd all be dead," Spencer said, frowning deeply.
"The fact that he's a psychopath doesn't negate the fact that I arrested his brother and he blamed me for that. He killed those women in direct retaliation for something I did," Dave said. "Seven women, Spencer!"
"Oh, so what? You would have rather just let his brother walk?" Spencer snapped. "You did the right thing in both of these cases. How he took it and twisted it was not your fault!"
"Of course I wouldn't have wanted him to walk!" Dave snapped. "And maybe it wasn't my fault, but why didn't I take a closer look at him the first time? Why didn't I realize that there was something off about him, too?" He shook his head and lifted a hand to rub his forehead. God, he wanted to give in. He wanted to take Spencer to bed and lose himself in his lover's body. Which was why it couldn't be a good idea, any more than the rum was really a good idea.
"Yes you did! We all knew there was something off, but there was no way you could have known what!" Spencer glared at Dave for another moment, and then said, "Stop being stubborn and come here."
Dave glared back at him. "Stubborn is what I'm good at," he said. Maybe if he stayed where he was, Spencer would come over and climb in his lap, and Dave wouldn't have to give in.
Spencer crossed his arms over his chest and didn't take his eyes off Dave. "You're not listening to me."
"I'm listening," Dave said. He crossed his arms to match Spencer's. "I'm just not agreeing."
Damn it. Spencer sighed, and then got up and walked over to Dave's chair. "Don't complain about being stabbed," he grumbled. Dave was always grousing about Spencer being bony and sharp, but it had always been affectionate, so Spencer had never minded. He climbed into Dave's lap and settled against him. "I hate letting you win when you don't deserve to."
Dave let out a long sigh and wrapped his arms around Spencer, holding him tightly. "How is this letting me win?" he muttered, and buried his face against Spencer's neck. God, he didn't want to feel better. This shouldn't be so good.
"It's winning on a minor scale. I came to you." Spencer reached up and sifted his fingers through Dave's hair, then turned his head to kiss the top of Dave's head.
Dave mumbled. "Don't deserve this." He closed his eyes, hating that Spencer made him do things like admit to his weaknesses and doubts--even if that was part of why Dave had fallen so hard for him in the first place.
"You don't deserve to feel responsible," Spencer murmured, glad that he could feel Dave relaxing under his touch.
"You're distracting me. I think you won." Dave kissed Spencer's neck, his arms loosening slightly around Spencer. He always felt better around Spencer, and he had a feeling Aaron paired them so often on purpose; Spencer balanced Dave out.
"You knew I would," Spencer whispered, stroking his hand over Dave's shoulder. "You saved those kids. You saved that woman. You saved us." Spencer paused, then added, "You saved me. I would have... never seen beyond the numbers, and we would have all been dead if it had been just my call." Truthfully, he felt guilty about that, even if it hadn't happened.
"But ten deaths didn't fit your pattern," Dave said again. "You would have seen it." He sighed. "Anyway, that's why we work as a team, right? Because without you I would never have seen the pattern to begin with." Damn it, he was relaxing, and he felt like he shouldn't.
Spencer shifted to curl up against Dave as best he could in Dave's lap, ignoring a groan when some bone or another must have poked Dave. "Mmm, yes." Spencer tilted Dave's chin up to kiss him. "I love you."
"Dammit," Dave complained. "You're just saying that because you know what it does to me." He kissed Spencer again, sliding a hand into his hair.
Spencer returned the kiss, unsurprised Dave hadn't returned the sentiment. Not that it mattered because Spencer knew Dave did love him, even if he rarely said it. "I'm saying it because it's true," he said. "And because you need to hear it."
Dave sighed and kissed him again. "I love you," he whispered between kisses. He wondered if Spencer needed to hear it more often. Romantic gestures were all very well for letting actions speak louder than words, but maybe Spencer needed the words, too. Dave pulled back for a moment, studying Spencer's face, then stroked his hands through Spencer's hair, sliding one hand down his back to pull him closer as they kissed again.
Spencer's heart gave a funny, happy jolt at the words. He shivered and deepened their kiss, tightening his arms around Dave's shoulders. He hummed a happy noise into the kiss. "Come to bed with me. We don't have to have sex."
"You're so damned persuasive," Dave muttered. They already knew he was going to give in. He liked the way Spencer had stopped letting Dave steamroll over him, and how he could use both logic and emotion, when necessary, to get Dave to do what Spencer wanted. Of course, that meant Dave lost a hell of a lot more fights than he was used to losing. But in the end they both won.
"When I want to be," Spencer said, but then he just kissed Dave again. "You really are gorgeous when you're aggressive," he added, and conveniently left out 'even when I don't like what you're saying'.
Dave sighed and then chuckled, sliding one hand just inside the back of Spencer's shirt. "You got me all hot and bothered during your math lecture," he admitted, shifting in the chair so Spencer was leaning against him more. "I love watching you think."
"You're saying if I started spouting calculus at you, you'd take me to bed and fuck me with that animal aggression I saw on that tape?" Spencer asked, kissing Dave's jaw and suddenly having no desire to move from the chair.
Dave's laughter was a little more heartfelt in response. "I'm saying that seeing you capable and confident is sexy," he said, "but I suppose it's worth a try." He trailed his fingers up Spencer's spine, tilting his head to give Spencer more access. He had a feeling he was going to see those women's faces in his dreams from time to time, but at least Spencer had ruined his brood.
Spencer smiled, pleased by that reaction and trailed his lips up Dave's jaw to his ear, shivering again at the feel of Dave's hand. He sucked the lobe into his mouth, and then let it go so that he whisper in Dave's ear, explaining the number theory of Euclidean Algorithms.
"Hmm, no, that's not working," Dave teased, the feel of Spencer's breath against his ear sending a thrill through him. He smiled. "What about the geometry of sex?"
Spencer snorted and pulled back to look at Dave. "I don't know that theory," he said. "You should teach it to me."
"I meant you should come up with something," Dave said. "Come on, genius. There has to be something that applies here. The proper angle for maximum pleasure...the correct ratio of pleasure to force..." He caught Spencer's mouth in a long, hungry kiss.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, the kiss sending sparks through him. He pulled back to look at Dave. "It would be an inexact science, as everyone's bodies are different, and everyone has different opinions on what feels good. Not to mention, it's also not exactly a straight shot to hit the prostate, and the angle you'd need to thrust at would vary based on the position I was in."
Dave laughed, pulling Spencer closer again. "What about the proper angle for chair sex?" he murmured in his ear.
"I'd have to turn around," Spencer said, his voice going a little shaky with desire. "But I like it when you kiss the back of my neck when you take me like that."
A shudder of desire ran through Dave and he kissed Spencer's jaw. "You're so sexy," he said huskily. "I love the back of your neck." All right, maybe he was in the mood, after all.
Spencer let a little whimper and tugged at Dave's shirt. "Off."
Dave helped Spencer get his shirt off, then started working on Spencer's. "I want you naked," he murmured in Spencer's ear. "On display for me."
"I want you inside me," Spencer countered, and pulled his tie loose. He sat back and pulled his shirt off
"Can't exactly get what you want until I get what I want," Dave said.
Spencer smiled and sat back, pulling Dave's pants open, and then his own before he stood so he could get out of them, watching Dave as as he pushed them down along with his underwear.
Dave's lips curled and he gestured for Spencer to turn around. He liked making Spencer show himself off, mostly because Spencer had never really believed himself to be worth showing off. Dave always made it abundantly clear that he thought Spencer was very worth it.
Spencer bit his lips together. He liked that Dave liked to look at him, but it felt strange like this, without being touched. After a moment, he turned, though, and looked at Dave from over his shoulder.
That little glance, almost coy, sent a jolt of lust straight through Dave's body. He felt the way it showed on his face, the way his lips parted so he could catch his breath. God, Spencer was gorgeous! Long and lean, and his ass was the most glorious ass in the world. His lingering body-shyness just made him that much sexier. Dave licked his lips, swallowed, and pushed his jeans and boxers down off his hips.
Spencer sucked in a breath, the look on Dave's face sending a thrill through him. He licked his lips when Dave's cock sprang free from his underwear, and Spencer turned around. "I hope that was enough show," he said, then climbed back into Dave's lap to kiss him hungrily.
Dave hummed into the kiss, sliding one hand down Spencer's back, the other resting at Spencer's hip and stroking tiny little circles. "You never give me enough of a show," he said against Spencer's lips. "But you make up for it in other ways."
Spencer smiled, the touching relaxing him again. He wiggled a bit to settle into Dave's lap, though from this angle, all he could really do was nestle their cocks together. He curled his fingers loosely around them, giving them barely-there, feather-light strokes. "I try," he murmured.
Groaning faintly, Dave raked his nails lightly up Spencer's back. "God, this is good," he murmured, and kissed Spencer hungrily.
Spencer's smile widened. "I can make it even better," he promised, and set out to prove it.
Some time later, Dave sprawled back in the chair, pulling Spencer down with him and stroking his hair. "You're so good for me," he whispered, closing his eyes.
"Mmm," Spencer managed. Dave was still inside him, softening, but Spencer didn't care. It still felt good, intimate. "I won," he mumbled.
"You always win," Dave grumbled. He kissed Spencer's hair and nuzzled his cheek. "If Aaron had told me how pushy you are, I'd have run the other way." It was a lie, of course, and a standard complaint when Dave lost a fight.
"I'm glad he didn't. I was sick of my own hand," Spencer teased, dropping his head back against Dave's shoulder. "You really don't like my jokes?"
"The point isn't whether I like them or not," Dave said as soon as he caught up with the jump in conversation topics. "It's that most of the people we're talking to at those recruiting lectures don't understand them." He hummed and kissed Spencer softly. "I do like your jokes," he whispered.
"Mph," Spencer hummed, but he was smiling. "They should send Morgan. I'm younger, but he's ten times cooler."
"You just need practice. And some new jokes." Dave grinned and stroked a hand up Spencer's arm. After a moment he wrapped his arms around Spencer again and kissed his ear. "I'm glad I have you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "I'm a lucky man."
Spencer's smile widened. "So m'I."
"Think I need a nap. You wore me out." Dave's breathing was slowing and deepening with relaxation and utter satiation.
Spencer chuckled softly. "I was hoping for another round. Maybe in the shower?" he suggested.
"You really are trying to kill me," Dave muttered. "What, you think I'll leave you the house if I have a heart attack?" He brushed his lips along Spencer's jaw. "Profit motive, despite the apparent sexual nature of the scene," he teased.
Spencer laughed again, and turned to kiss Dave. "Crime of passion," he countered, grinning.
Dave laughed, too. "Yeah, just see if you can make that defense fly." He sat up, tightening his arms around Spencer. "Maybe a bath instead of a shower," he suggested, knowing how much Spencer liked the garden tub in the master bath.
Spencer groaned happily, already imagining it. "Know me too well," he murmured, reaching back to bury his fingers in greying hair. He had a feeling he could probably coax Dave into another round of sex in the tub, but he kept that to himself. "I wash your back, you wash mine?"
"Exactly," Dave murmured. He knew what Spencer was probably thinking, considering the way this usually went, and Spencer wasn't wrong. Dave knew just how tempting Spencer could be. "But only if you let me up first," he whispered.
Spencer laughed softly. "I think you should carry me," he teased.
Dave groaned. "Don't want much, do you? You really are trying to give me a heart attack." He pushed Spencer off his lap and stood, then wondered if he could carry Spencer. "I think I could do it if I had to save your life," he said regretfully, "but other than that, you're out of luck."
Spencer grinned at him and leaned in to kiss Dave. "But I only weigh about... twenty-seven pounds."
"But you're tall," Dave said, and swatted Spencer's ass affectionately. "I'd probably smack your head and toes against the hallway walls, and then you wouldn't be any fun in the bath." He smiled at him, loving the playful look on Spencer's face.
Spencer gasped at the swat, then turned and started tugging Dave down the hallway with him, heading towards the master bedroom. "Spoilsport."
"What, you want a concussion and no sex in the bath?" Dave asked, grinning.
Spencer bit his lips together, keeping his smile in check. "We're having sex in the bath?" he asked innocently.
"Not if you have a concussion," Dave countered. He could hear the amusement in Spencer's voice, and it was nice. He liked making Spencer laugh, and it felt good that he could do it so often.
"I have a thick skull," Spencer countered, walking then through the bedroom to the bathroom and then sitting at the edge of the tub to start the water. "Keeps everything in."
"Well, the first statement is true, at least," Dave teased. He pulled out some towels and lit a couple of candles, filling the room with the pungent scents of pine and holly.
Spencer watched Dave appreciatively, still smiling. "One day I'm going to tell on you," he murmured.
"You tell on me and I might shoot you," Dave said, not looking away from the candle he was lighting. He shook the match out and turned to kiss Spencer softly.
"You'd just wind up having to save me afterward. Big hassle," Spencer said, and kissed Dave again.
Dave smiled. "I don't know, I sort of like the reward I got for being all violent today." He shifted Spencer's knees apart and settled between them, cradling Spencer's face in both hands as they kissed.
Spencer pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, just pulling away briefly to say, "I think it'd be different if you had shoved me against the wall." He kissed Dave again, then added, "Hmmm, actually, I might've just given us away, now that I think about it."
"Given us away?" Dave murmured between kisses. He ran his a hand up and down Spencer's back, enjoying the slide of his palm against his lover's skin.
"Probably would have let you have me right there in front of everyone," Spencer whispered.
Dave laughed and kissed him again. "You little exhibitionist," he said. "Maybe I should let you take a bath by yourself and just watch you."
For some reason, that thought terrified and excited Spencer at the same time. Oddly, he thought, mostly the latter. "Mmn," he answered, rather than say what he was thinking.
Smiling, Dave nuzzled Spencer's cheek. "Is that a 'Mmn, I like that idea' or a 'Mmn, you're crazy'?" he asked, sliding one hand down to stroke the small of Spencer's back.
Dave knew what that did to Spencer, touching him there, and between that and what they'd been talking about, Spencer realized he was getting excited again. "Equal parts both," he said, but he knew his body was betraying him.
Dave's smile widened. "You like that I'm crazy." He bit gently at Spencer's jaw, his hand making small circles on Spencer's back.
Spencer sucked in a breath. "I like that you know exactly how to touch me." He had a feeling he was getting excited without Dave, his body sprinting ahead, which wasn't exactly unusual, especially after they'd already had sex once. Dave always put it down to youth. "Maybe I like that you think I'm nice to look at like that."
"Mmm, you're more than nice to look at." Dave ran his nose along Spencer's jaw. "You're beautiful." He loved the way Spencer responded to his touch. Despite his grousing about not being able to keep up, it was a turn-on that Spencer found him so arousing.
Spencer let out a shaky breath, and tilted his head down again to catch Dave's mouth in a hungry kiss. "You need to get in the tub with me and touch me now," he breathed.
Dave chuckled. "I thought I was going to watch," he murmured, raising his eyebrows.
"I didn't exactly say yes," Spencer said.
"I bet I could get you to," Dave said, raking his nails lightly up from Spencer's tailbone. He had to press his lips together to keep from smirking.
Spencer gasped, and then couldn't help but moan when he let out the breath. His cock pulsed with sudden need. "Nnnh, you're an evil man, David Rossi."
The smirk won. "You're the one who made sure I knew all your erogenous zones." Dave pinched lightly at Spencer's ass, then smoothed his fingers over the skin.
"God!" Spencer gasped, his fingers curling against Dave's shoulder. "Touch me."
"Touch yourself," Dave countered, and sucked Spencer's earlobe into his mouth for a moment. Then he pulled away, blatantly staring at Spencer's body.
Spencer stared at Dave, torn between excitement and the desire to demand Dave touch him. He knew his gaze was a little uncertain, but this was what Dave wanted, and Spencer could deny his interest either, even if he was dubious. After a moment, Spencer conceded and shifted back to get in the tub; it would be more comfortable if he could relax. "I get merit points for this," he said, but he couldn't keep the desire out of his complaint.
"Merit points?" Dave said, amused. "What are you going to do with merit points that you don't already get?" He sat on the side of the tub, letting his gaze rake over Spencer. "You think they'll make you more wonderful and sexy in my eyes? You think they'll make me more devoted to you? I'm not sure either of those things are possible."
Spencer slid under the water briefly, wetting his hair, and then emerged. He glanced at Dave, licked his lips, and then closed his eyes, letting his head rest back against the back of the tub. "This is weird," he murmured, but splayed his fingers over his chest. He felt hot, and wondered if he was blushing; he could feel Dave's eyes on him even though he wasn't looking.
"God, you're gorgeous," Dave said, staring. "This isn't weird, this is hot." He knew what Spencer meant, that it felt weird to be having 'solo sex' while someone watched. "How do you do this when you're alone?" he asked quietly. "Do you start out by teasing yourself? What would you do if I weren't here?"
"I beg sometimes, but I really like it when you tease me," Spencer breathed, sliding his hand to the side to flick a finger tip over one of his nipples. He caught it between his thumb and finger and squeezed lightly until it hit the outside edge of pain, letting out a small, strangled noise.
"I tease you?" Dave asked, lowering his voice. It took effort to not climb in with Spencer and 'help' him. "Tell me what I do."
"You don't touch me. Not like earlier," Spencer said. Earlier had been the result built up tension, but when they actually made love, Dave usually had Spencer desperate with want before they really got to the act. Spencer's other hand joined the first against his chest, and then he was pinching both nipples gently. "You make me crazy," Spencer said, a laugh suddenly bubbling up through the statement that implied clearly that Spencer meant that in more ways than one.
"So I start there?" Dave murmured, his lips curving up, though he didn't otherwise acknowledge the jibe. "Pinching until you can't stand it? Then what?" He loved watching Spencer like this, and his body was taking interest. He wondered, as he occasionally did, how he'd been lucky enough to have Spencer Reid fall in love with him. "I love touching you. I love how your body responds."
"Mmph," Spencer managed, and nodded. He licked his lips. "Not just pinching. Licking, and... teeth and nails," he said, the fantasy slowly gaining presence in his mind. "Sometimes I think you have a latent inclination towards vorarephilia." He slid his hands down to draw them back up, dragging his nails across his skin and hissing at the sensation it sent through his body.
"You know," Dave said, his voice going even huskier, "the term vorarephilia is from the Latin vorare, which is to swallow." He smirked and leaned down towards Spencer. "I just like biting."
"I like it too," Spencer whispered. God, it was weird fantasizing about Dave while Dave was talking to him, but it was exciting too. "Is this okay?" he asked quietly after a moment. "Is this what you want?"
"You have no idea how aroused I am right now," Dave breathed. "You are so sexy, Spencer. It's fantastic." He lowered his eyelids slightly, his gaze on Spencer's face. "I bite your neck, don't I? And your shoulders. Do I bite your nipples?"
"God, yes," Spencer moaned, pinching again and squirming in the tub as his body started to tell him it was time for relief. "It's so good. Your weight's against me, pressing me to the bed... and you're hard. Because of me. And you're just... God, Dave..."
"I'm what, Spence?" Dave put a hand against the wall to keep from falling in the tub as he leaned closer still, letting his breath hit Spencer's ear. "I'm so hard because of you, because your body is so perfect. What then? Do I finally touch your cock?"
Spencer sucked in a breath, the heat of Dave's breath sending a shiver he couldn't contain through him. "Not yet," he breathed, but slid his hands lower, ghosting them over his stomach and then drawing his fingertips over the crease of his thighs. "I want you to. I'm begging you." He turned his head so that his cheek brushed Dave's, wondering if Dave would allow the touch.
"Begging?" Dave let his eyes close for a moment. God, he wanted to touch Spencer more than this. His breath was catching in his chest at how incredibly intimate this was, despite the fact that they had just now barely touched. "Beg for me now, Spence. Show me how much you want it."
Spencer expelled a gusty breath and curled his hand around his cock. Dave was patient, willing to draw out Spencer's longing as long as he could, in reality and in fantasy. Spencer was never that patient. "David," he panted, squeezing himself and then starting to stroke. "Please... please," he whimpered, his breath going shaky. God, why was this so good? "Fuck, David."
"Oh, I give in too easily in the fantasy," Dave said, smiling slyly. He couldn't tear his gaze from Spencer's hand sliding along the length of his erection. "When have I ever been that nice? I want to hear you whimpering for release before I touch you." He shifted, gripping the edge of the tub to resist the urge to touch himself now. God, this was sexy.
Spencer's hand was moving faster. He couldn't seem to control the shaking of his breath as his body raced with need. "You're not touching me in my fantasy," he whispered. "I'm touching me now. In fantasy you're... your mouth is moving over my hip, my inner thigh... licking... and biting... closer..." He turned his head to press his cheek to Dave's more firmly, his hand working fast enough that the water was starting to break into little waves. "So close, and I feel you brush me... just barely... but then you move down my other thigh again, and I want to explode. I was to come in your mouth."
"Is that what you like most?" Dave asked, watching Spencer's hand. He licked his lips and swallowed. "You want my lips on your cock? You want me to suck you?" Spencer had incredible legs, and Dave could never quite resist the urge to worship those legs. Long, strong legs that felt incredible when they were wrapped around his hips.
"Mm-hmm," Spencer whimpered, his pleasure starting to overwhelm his ability to think. He drew his knees up to get enough leverage to thrust into his hand, the water splashing even more, and then his other hand moved up, his fingers curling tightly in his wet hair. "Oh, God!" he gasped.
Dave flinched when water splashed up against his face, but then he let out a gusty exhalation. "What do I do now? Do I stop you from touching yourself? Do I say I want to finish it for you? Or do I sit back and watch you come?" His knuckles were going white from gripping the tub. Patience, he reminded himself. This was worth it.
Spencer wasn't sure which 'now' Dave was referring to: now now, or fantasy now. He really didn't care either. "Nnngh, you... I'll finish," he managed, as switching rhythms now might put a stutter stop on the way his body was screaming to let go. He moaned loudly, his hand squeezing harder as he stroked, barely able to contain his noises of pleasure now. "Kiss... me."
"Kiss you?" Dave leaned in, but stopped just short of letting their lips touch. God, he wanted Spencer. He wanted to lean down and run his tongue down Spencer's torso, clutching the hand in his hair. He wanted-- "Just kiss you?" he repeated, even more turned on by the way they were breathing the same air.
"Yes," Spencer pleaded. "Now. Now." He didn't think he could hold off much longer.
Dave leaned in, seizing Spencer's mouth with his and plunging his tongue inside, wanting to taste Spencer's arousal. His other hand slid into Spencer's hair, tightening just enough to pull Spencer's head back slightly as they kissed. Dave moaned as his tongue slid against Spencer's. The forcefulness of the kiss was overwhelming.
Spencer moaned loudly into Dave's mouth and he traded his grip on his own hair to slide his wet finger's into Dave's dry hair. His entire body was tightening, his hand moving faster, and the hunger in Dave's kiss, the way he was tugging Spencer's hair, was driving all the sensation down to his groin. He made a strangled noise and spilled out into the water, his body spasming under Dave for a moment before he was spent. He slumped back against the tub, panting hard, his heart trying to beat out of his chest.
When Spencer broke the kiss, Dave gasped for breath, staring at his face for a long moment. Then he let his gaze move down Spencer's body, taking in the way his chest was heaving for breath, the taut muscles of his stomach that were slowly relaxing, his hand still curled around his cock. "God, you are magnificent," he breathed, panting for breath himself. "How is it possible you're mine?"
Spencer snorted, too sated to argue. When he thought he could move his arms, he reached up awkwardly and tugged Dave's arm hard enough to pull him in.
Dave let out a startled yelp as he pitched forward, displacing a large amount of the water that had been in the tub. He caught himself before his nose hit Spencer's collarbone, but he felt one elbow push into a soft part of Spencer. The water still left in the tub sloshed around as Dave attempted to steady himself and get his weight off his much thinner lover.
Spencer groaned when something sharp went into his stomach, and he tried to roll away, but Dave was pretty much completely over him. Spencer finally opened his eyes... and then started laughing softly at the started expression on Dave's face as Spencer rubbed the sore spot in his stomach. "Ow," he said finally, but sounded amused still.
"Serves you right," Dave said grumpily, feeling a little ridiculous once his surprise faded. He glowered at Spencer and then shifted so he could press his fingers gently against where Spencer was rubbing. "I'm taking you out of my will." He leaned in and nipped Spencer's throat more sharply than he usually did.
Spencer gasped, and pulled Dave into his arms. "I'm in your will?"
"Maybe you were," Dave muttered. "But you're obviously trying to do me in. I'm going to tell Hotch that if I die in suspicious circumstances, it all goes to Emily."
"Is there something I should know about you and Prentiss?" Spencer asked, and kissed Dave.
"She's never tried to kill me," Dave said, and kissed Spencer hard.
Spencer hummed into the kiss, pulling away just enough to whisper, "I think I liked telling you about my fantasies," and then kissing Dave again.
Dave gave a muffled laugh into the kiss, shifting so his semi-hard cock was pressing against Spencer's leg. "It's amazing what sudden fear for your life will do to a nice erection," he muttered, "but I still think you should do something about this."
"Who would have thought falling in a tub would frighten the great David Rossi?" Spencer teased, momentarily ignoring the other part.
"Come on, you know the statistics for in-home accidents," Dave said, and nipped at Spencer's jaw. "Forty-five percent of accidental injury deaths occur at home."
Spencer's eyebrows lifted, and he slid his hand down to Dave's hip. "Maybe it's time we spend some time apart."
Dave lifted his head, a surprised expression on his face, then started laughing. "Not if you want to stay in my will," he teased, and kissed Spencer again.
"I thought I was already out," Spencer said, smiling. A second later, he reached down and curled his fingers around Dave's cock.
Dave groaned and shifted to give Spencer better access. "That's...pending," he managed before leaning in to run his tongue along Spencer's jaw.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, and tilted his chin to offer Dave more of his throat as his hand stroked idly. After a moment, he shifted away. "Up. Get up. Sit on the edge of the tub."
"Considering the way things are going, I'll fall over backwards when I come," Dave protested, but he started to shift anyway.
Spencer snorted. "Sit on the wall side." He guided Dave to sit, nudged Dave's knees apart, and then climbed onto all fours in front of him. He darted a quick glance up at Dave and then nosed along Dave's cock.
"Nnh." Dave threaded his fingers into Spencer's hair, relaxing into Spencer's touch. "You're so fucking sexy, Spencer," he murmured.
Spencer looked up again and caught Dave's gaze as he licked a stripe up the underside of Dave's cock. He didn't shift back down to sit, he just stayed on all fours, thinking Dave might like the view.
Dave groaned again, tugging gently on Spencer's hair. His other hand stroked Spencer's shoulders encouragingly as he gazed down at his lover. Beautiful, enthusiastic, and all Dave's. "God!"
Spencer hummed a pleased noise and slipped his lips around Dave's cock. He didn't tease or ease into it either. He took Dave in as deeply as he could, and started to move his tongue against Dave's shaft exactly the way he knew Dave liked.
Dave gasped, pressing against the wall, as pleasure shot through him. "Yes," he breathed, his eyes falling mostly closed as he gazed down at Spencer. This was utterly fantastic.
Spencer moaned around Dave, liking the way Dave was looking at him, then shifted to curl his legs under him and sit. His eyes were steady on Dave, his tongue working against Dave's prick. After a moment, he reached up and pressed the pad of his thumb against Dave's perineum, kneading softly to provide just a little bit of prostate stimulation.
"Nnuh!" Dave managed, his hips jerking slightly. His breathing went even more ragged and he shifted his feet a little to make sure he didn't slide off the edge of the tub. Spencer always seemed to enjoy this so much, it was an additional turn-on. Not to mention he was fabulously talented at it.
Spencer hummed, enjoying the way Dave responded to him and smiling around Dave's cock as he watched (which really just translated into amusement in his eyes), and sucked harder. He had to wonder if Dave knew how sexy he was like this. It was gorgeous--the swipe of Spencer's tongue causing Dave to writhe in pleasure the way Dave always did to him.
"Spence--Spence," Dave panted, tightening his fingers in Spencer's hair. Pleasure was singing along his limbs, and he groaned, running the palm of his free hand over Spencer's skin anywhere he could reach. "Gorgeous. So exciting."
Spencer let out an amused, affectionate laugh around Dave's cock, then pulled off of Dave to give him a wanton look, flicking his tongue against Dave's slit. He slid his hands along the inside of Dave's thighs, and pushed Dave's legs apart as far as they'd comfortably go. "You taste good," he whispered, then swallowed Dave again.
"God!" Dave gasped, pushing his head back hard enough to thunk against the wall. "Getting close," he managed. He was tensing, straining for release, and Spencer was driving him further towards the brink.
Spencer slid his hands back to the base of Dave's cock and turned them, pressing both his thumbs against Dave's perineum and massaging gently, but firmly as he sucked. God, Dave was sexy. Spencer couldn't take his eyes off his lover's face, and he scraped his teeth very lightly against Dave's shaft once, watching Dave's reaction.
"Fuck!" Dave gripped Spencer's shoulder, letting his nails dig in just a little, as that edgy pleasure shot through his entire body. He loved how Spencer looked right now, kneeling in front of him with perfect lips stretched around Dave's prick. "Spencer!" he gasped, and came, staring heatedly down at his lover.
Spencer moaned, feeling the salty fluid pulse into his mouth. It amazed him how this never got old. It never stopped being exciting, the proof of what he could do to his lover, hot and sticky against his tongue. He swallowed once, then stopped and took the rest of Dave's release, and when he pulled back, he looked at Dave. "Mmn." He curled his hand around Dave's hip to pull him down into the tub, and after a moment Dave obeyed lazily. Spencer pressed Dave against the side of the tub and kissed him hungrily, Dave's release sliding between their tongues, which pulled another little whimper from Spencer.
Dave had long since come to the conclusion that if Spencer was going to do him in, this was the way to go. He stroked his hands down to the small of Spencer's back as they kissed, knowing how much Spencer liked being touched there. It was thrilling how much Spencer liked sucking him, and how he wanted to share this with Dave. In three marriages, Dave had never known intimacy the way he did with Spencer. And it usually struck him at the oddest times, like while he was coming down from sizzling hot sex, the taste of his own release in his mouth from his lover's tongue. Dave hummed into the kiss and finally pulled away just enough to whisper, "I love you." On a day like today, he could be forgiven for saying it more than once.
Spencer expelled a little breath, the result of an almost too pleased laugh that he mostly kept in, but he knew he was suddenly beaming, even as his lips were still against Dave. After a moment, he drew his tongue along Dave's lower lip, settling against Dave and wrapping a leg between Dave's. "Your lips are sticky," he returned, his voice utterly pleased.
Dave just hummed and shifted them closer together. "You know, usually people say 'I love you, too'," he pointed out, amused.
This time Spencer did laugh softly, and he pressed his face to Dave's neck. "That's what I meant," he whispered.
"Oh, right, that was my next guess," Dave said, rolling his eyes. He stroked his fingers over Spencer's hair, untangling it. After a moment he reached over for a bottle of shampoo on a shelf. It was one of the scents he'd come to associate with happiness, some kind of citrus-and-lemongrass scent that he'd never encountered before Spencer's shampoo somehow found a home next to Dave's tub. Dave smiled. "Keep your eyes closed."
Spencer knew what Dave was planning to do without looking. "This is getting fetishistic." He kissed Dave's neck, still smiling broadly. "Do you need me to sit up?"
"I just happen to really like your hair," Dave murmured. "Anyway, paraphilias aren't dangerous in and of themselves. If I start breaking into your apartment in the middle of the night to wash your hair, you can start worrying." He squeezed out some shampoo and started working it through Spencer's hair, massaging vigorously and letting the scent waft up. He smiled.
"As long as you were gentle in waking me up and getting me to the shower, I might like it," he teased, groaning at how good Dave's hand felt. "I love you."
"Hm." Dave raked his nails across Spencer's scalp, then tilted his head back to steal a kiss. "You ruined my plans for the evening."
"That was my plan," Spencer murmured. "Actually, the plan was to get you to fuck me in the entryway, which you ruined, but I still think I won."
Dave grunted. "You always win," he grumbled. A moment later a thought struck him. "But sometimes," he added, "I get the last laugh." He pushed Spencer away and shoved him underwater.
Spencer gasped, but fortunately realized what Dave was doing soon enough to hold his breath. He expelled it under water and then emerged to glare at Dave, coughing, his hair clinging to his face. "See if I let you wash my hair again."
Dave grinned at him. "You know how persuasive I can be." He leaned in and kissed Spencer teasingly. "I'll have you begging."
Spencer returned the kiss and then slid back to the other side of the tub, crossing his arms over himself.
Dave's grin widened. "You're cute when you pout."
Spencer made an unhappy noise, and splashed water directly in Dave's face.
Spluttering, Dave wiped the water from his eyes. "Come on, now, don't be a sore winner." He liked bringing out Spencer's playful side, despite his words. Spencer wasn't even yet thirty. He ought to play more than he did.
"I'm not pouting," Spencer pointed out, then splashed Dave again. Dave had won earlier, getting Spencer to come to him. It was Spencer's turn, even if he had to splash Dave until Dave came over to make him stop.
Dave shook his head to dispel the water and glowered at Spencer. "You now, I can put a stop to this," he threatened. They probably both knew how he would do that. But it was part of the game. Hold out, be patient, try to make Spencer think it wasn't going to work.
Spencer's lips quirked to the side, and he lifted a leg to kick water at Dave, ignoring that it also splashed the wall behind Dave.
Dave let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a growl and lunged across the tub to grab Spencer. God, it was going to take him hours to sop up the water in the bathroom after this. But he was grinning as he wrapped his arms around Spencer and leaned all his weight against him.
Spencer groaned. "I could get out of this if I really wanted," he said, and hooked a leg with Dave's.
"You don't want," Dave whispered, and kissed him.
"You really are the most brilliant profiler of all time," Spencer murmured, teasing, and melted under Dave. "And the most sexy."
Dave chuckled and kissed him again.
Spencer hummed into the kiss, pleased that Dave was laughing after the way he'd been when he came in. He knew sex wouldn't fix it all (and he knew their cocks would fall off if they continued at a pace anything near like what they had this afternoon), but it had helped for now. "I meant brilliant, by the way," he said. You really were amazing today, he thought.
That prompted a snort, but Dave let out a long breath and shifted so he wasn't leaning on Spencer. "I think you're biased," he murmured. He knew he'd let Spencer distract him this afternoon, but he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.
"I thought you were brilliant a long time before I ever met you, so the fact that you fuck me until I can't walk plays no part," Spencer murmured. He kissed Dave's hair.
"You're far too easily impressed." Dave shifted more and pulled Spencer with him. "The water's getting cold. And is probably all over the floor."
"I'll clean it up, if you go make me hot chocolate and meet me in bed with it when I'm done," Spencer said, though he was perfectly happy to stay in the cooling water. He sighed, stroking Dave's arm. "And if you promise not to be sulking again with a glass of rum when I get there."
Dave raised his eyebrows. "You're asking an awful lot," he teased. But at least he felt like teasing. He ducked his head to kiss Spencer slowly. "Why are you so good to me? I may not admit it often, but I know I'm a bear to live with."
Spencer drew in a breath, relishing the tenderness in that kiss, then looked at Dave openly. "You're everything I'm not... and I need that."
"Hmm." Dave kissed Spencer again, stroking a thumb down his cheek. "Hot chocolate. With or without peppermint?"
A slow smile broke across Spencer's face again. He pulled Dave into another lingering kiss, then whispered, "Surprise me."
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Date: 2008-11-28 02:03 am (UTC)