Conscious of Our Treasures, part one; Reid/Rossi; NC-17

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Title: Conscious of Our Treasures, part 1/2
Authors: innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Rossi/Reid
Word count: ~13,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Highlight between stars to read: * Spanking. Rough sex. Face fucking. * :D
Summary: Dave takes Spencer home to meet the family for Thanksgiving.
Notes: RP-style, and betaed by us, so feel free to note any mistakes.

This is part of the "Conscious of Our Treasures" universe, all of which can be found at this tag. This is part TWO (in spite of being posted first). To read from the beginning, return to The Place You Least Expect, and follow the links along, though each installment may also be read as a stand alone fic. :)

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.
~Thornton Wilder


It didn't always work out that the BAU got all government holidays off. Murderers didn't stop killing just because it was Thanksgiving. Usually though, a couple of them got a free pass while the rest were on call, and this holiday, Spencer and Dave had managed to beg off together. Spencer suspected that Hotch knew exactly what was going on between them, but at least he was good enough not to say anything.

Their relationship was starting to become more and more obvious, however, and when Dave waited for Spencer to leave for their weekend off, leaning against Spencer's desk, Spencer could feel Morgan and Prentiss' gazes on them. It probably didn't help that they all knew damn well he wasn't going to Vegas this weekend, which they'd figured out without Spencer ever voicing the words. Apparently, they knew what Spencer "looked like" when he went to visit his mother, and they'd all presumed it would look even worse after the whole ordeal with his father and Riley Jenkins not long ago.

And it wasn't that Spencer wasn't a little terrified to be going home with Dave over the weekend--Dave had a huge family--it was just that his worry was apparently manifesting itself differently than it usually did.

Spencer cleared his throat, slung his bag over his shoulder, and said goodbye to everyone, then started towards the elevator with Dave. Spencer wished Dave would stop smiling like that.

"They know, you know," Dave said, once the elevator doors closed.

"It's against the rules, David. I'm not just telling them," Spencer replied. It was an argument they'd had more than a few times recently.

"If Hotch disapproved of this, we wouldn't both be off for the holiday," Dave pointed out. He was getting tired of this argument. They'd proven that their relationship didn't adversely affect their work, and even if Spencer felt self-conscious about this, Dave knew the others didn't care. If anything, he thought they were happy to see Spencer happy. And maybe they were happy to see Dave happy, who knew about that. The jury was still out on Morgan's approval, at least, but Dave knew that was because he suspected Dave was going to break Spencer's heart.

Spencer sighed. "That's not the point," he argued, but he slumped against Dave anyway, still frowning when Dave's arm slid around him, in spite of being grateful for it. "If it got back to Strauss, we'd be fired. If we don't explicitly say it, everyone else can claim ignorance, and Hotch'll be safer from reprimand."
"We haven't explicitly said it," Dave said. "And they're not going to fire me. If they threaten to fire you, I threaten to resign and they back down. If they don't back down and let me resign, you still have a job and it's not a problem any more." He forced his voice to remain patient even though they'd been through this a dozen times already. After a moment he kissed Spencer's cheek, mostly just to piss him off.

Spencer elbowed Dave in the ribs when Dave kissed him, but it was too gentle to really hurt. "Don't," he grumbled. "You can't resign. The team needs you. I need you."

Dave grunted and frowned at Spencer. "They won't let me resign, anyway. It's bluster and you know it. For that matter, I could probably make noise about First Amendment rights to pursue happiness or something, and they'd have to back down. And I'd still be more than happy to consult with the team, you know that."

"We knowingly signed something about not fraternizing when joined. When you re-joined." Spencer looked at Dave, and then shook his head and looked away. "Just... stop being so obvious." He had a feeling Dave wouldn't stop, even if he humored Spencer now... which Spencer still didn't suspect would happen.

"Obvious." Dave snorted. "I just waited for you so we could walk out together. I've done the same thing with Hotch and Prentiss both. You're just twitchy about it. You're the one being obvious." The elevator doors swished open and he strode out, not giving Spencer a chance to answer.

Spencer gaped at Dave, and then caught the elevator door when it started to close to sprint after Dave. "Fight fair," he demanded once he caught up.

"Fight fair?" Dave glanced over at him. "How was that unfair? Since when did logic become unfair?"

"You didn't look so happy waiting for Hotch or Prentiss," Spencer argued. "Anyway, maybe I'm 'twitchy' because you have about five-hundred relatives."

Dave frowned. "I meant you're twitchy about the team knowing what's going on," he said. "And so what if I have five hundred relatives? They're all a little crazy, but only Great-Uncle Giuseppi's going to be bad, and that's because he'll spend the first ten minutes telling you we're going to hell for having relations with another man. 'Course, once the first ten minutes are over, he'll be thrilled that you play chess and want you to spend the rest of the day kicking his ass at it."

"Oh, God." Spencer wasn't sure he wanted to play chess with someone who openly thought he was going to hell, but he didn't say that. "You do realize I'm an only child who grew up with one parent, right?" he asked as they walked out of the building. "And that I don't handle crowds well?" He wondered how true the stereotype was about Italian families trying to feed you until you popped.

"You'll be fine," Dave said, grinning. "Mama might be scandalized that you're not a Catholic, but the important thing is that you make me incredibly, stupidly happy, and they're all going to love you for that." He unlocked the truck and glanced over at Spencer. "Did you bring your bag or do we need to stop by your apartment?"

"I brought a bag." Spencer dragged it out of his car and threw it in Dave's truck, hoping no one was watching. "Do you really think religion will come up? They're going to all think I'm going to hell if it does."

Dave shrugged and got in the truck. "Mama'll drag me into the kitchen to find out if you're a nice Catholic boy and make sure I'm happy. She'll probably tell Dad later, but she won't make a fuss." He curled his fingers around Spencer's and gave him an encouraging smile. "Don't worry. Your biggest worry ought to be if you're going to still fit in your pants after the meal."

Spencer couldn't hold in his laugh at that. "So, it's true. God, they're going to try to fatten me up. Mom complains I'm too thin every single time I see her."

"Well, you're thin, but you're healthy," Dave said. He grinned. "And I happen to think you're damn sexy, so who cares what anyone else says." He pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the airport.

"You're biased." Spencer was smiling anyway. "You get to touch me."

"Mmm, lucky me."


***


The flight was uneventful, though Dave thought Spencer seemed to be getting more jittery the closer they got to Chicago. He knew everyone was going to love Spencer, but he also knew it was pointless to tell him not to worry. There was just no way to 'meet the family' and not be nervous. When they got to O'Hare, Dave took care of the rental and then met Spencer at the baggage claim area.

"I didn't realize how much having the jet had spoiled me," he remarked, taking a bag. "Hotel first, or the family?"

"Uhm, hotel," Spencer said quickly, even if his tone was a bit absent. Maybe Dave could help him... relax before they left.

Dave grinned. He had a feeling he knew what Spencer had in mind. "All right, hotel it is." They'd been offered lodgings by three separate relatives, but Dave had politely declined; this was going to be overwhelming enough for Spencer, and they needed a private retreat for the nights. Instead he'd found them a good hotel downtown, thinking he might as well make the weekend as romantic as he could.

The hotel wasn't far, and no sooner had they got their bags inside than Spencer wrapped his arms around Dave. He knew his hold was probably tight as he was tense, which might not have been overly comfortable, but Dave would just have to live with that. Spencer's heart had been beating steadily faster the closer they came to meeting Dave's family.

"Relax me," he requested, kissing Dave and sliding his fingers into Dave's hair. He knew Dave would know what he needed.

"Hmm." Dave kissed him back hungrily, guiding Spencer back toward the bed without breaking the kiss. "Much easier to relax without any clothes on," he murmured, making short work of Spencer's shirt and tie. He had Spencer completely naked and himself most of the way before tumbling them both into bed.

"No teasing," Spencer demanded, arching up against Dave, his body already ridiculously excited, given that they'd just settled. His slipped his hands into Dave's boxers and pushed down. "Fuck me into the mattress, and if you break the bed, I'll pay for it," he added breathlessly.

"My God." Dave swooped down and kissed Spencer hungrily, his hands roaming over Spencer's body, pinching lightly at a nipple, raking nails down his side, and then sliding down to cup Spencer's ass and pull their groins together. "Maybe I want you on your hands and knees," he murmured between kisses. He nipped at Spencer's mouth, then left a trail of bites down his neck.

"Nnngh!" Spencer arched into every touch, every scrape of Dave's teeth and nails. God, Dave definitely wasn't teasing. It was exactly what Spencer needed. "You want me on display for you like that?" he breathed. It was funny how being with Dave for as long as they'd been together had dissolved much of Spencer's inhibitions.

"I want to see you," Dave agreed, shifting down so he could suck on one of Spencer's nipples. A moment later he closed his teeth in a not-quite-gentle bite, then pulled away. "I love looking at you." He scratched his nails lightly back up Spencer's ribs.

Spencer breath had gone quickly ragged after that bite caused a little yelp, and then a louder moan. His fingers were fisted in Dave's hair. "More," he managed, though his voice was breathy and weak.

"Tell me what you want," Dave said, his voice hoarse with desire. God, he loved how responsive Spencer was. He pressed a trail of open-mouthed kisses across to Spencer's other nipple, then licked and sucked enthusiastically. He loved how confident Spencer had become about sex. He nestled his cock against Spencer's thigh and bit again.

Spencer's body had been relaxing under the slide of Dave's tongue, and then he cried out, arching against the bed when Dave bit again. "I want you to fuck me until I can't walk. Or think." Mostly think. He rocked his hips up against Dave with a little whimper. "I need you to fuck me like that's all our bodies were made for."

"God, you're sexy," Dave breathed. He lunged up and caught Spencer's mouth with his own, kissing him fiercely. He felt like every inch of his body was awake already, humming with desire and anticipation. "That sounds good. I want to make you scream," he mumbled against Spencer's mouth, and nipped. He slid one hand down to massage Spencer's ass, then slapped his ass lightly.

Spencer gasped, then groaned, pulling a leg up to drape it over Dave's hip to give Dave better access, inviting more, if Dave was inclined to give it. The sting of the slap sent a little wash of want through Spencer, though. "That's a good start," he managed, pulling Dave down for another hungry kiss.

Dave moaned faintly into the kiss, sliding his tongue against Spencer's. He'd been unsure about this when Spencer first mentioned it, but there was no denying that spanking turned Spencer on. It was incredibly arousing to watch. "Just can't get enough, can you?" he murmured, and slapped his ass again.

Spencer gasped again, and this time it was followed by a strangled noise of pleasure. "No," he whispered. "Never." He hitched his leg a little higher, his breath catching. Dave didn't always indulge him in this, and Spencer thought part of Dave still thought it was a little strange, so Spencer tried to enjoy it as much as he could when Dave was willing. "Harder," he panted.

"You're fucking amazing, Spencer Reid," Dave murmured, bringing his palm down again with a crack of skin against skin. He didn't understand why this was hot, but he couldn't deny that it was. Even if he sometimes felt like it shouldn't be.

The third time had Spencer trembling under Dave, his body just on the edge of pain before the pleasure overtook him again. The skin where Dave's hand kept coming down on him was hot and tingly, and Spencer just wanted more. "Harder," he said again, his voice more demanding this time.

"Spencer..." Dave breathed, unsure, but he bit lightly against Spencer's jaw and obeyed, pulling back to watch Spencer's reaction carefully.

Spencer cried out, his body tensing as another little spasm of pleasure-pain seized him. It wasn't that he really liked pain either. He's wasn't, quite honestly, even sure why this felt so good, but it did. "Fuck," he whimpered, and he wanted more, but he was already to the point where his eyes were clamped shut and he couldn't breathe, and he could hear the strains of uncertainty in Dave's voice now. "Dave... David... So good," he murmured, letting Dave know he was still enjoying this without demanding any more. He hoped Dave would continue, but Spencer was always afraid to push this too far, afraid one day Dave would feel like he crossed some non-existent line, and never do it again.

"Gorgeous," Dave breathed, and kissed him, slapping once more, a little harder than he had been. He knew Spencer always wanted this more than he could give, but Dave always felt he was skating on thin ice with spanking. Too many of the people they'd chased had enjoyed inflicting pain, and while Dave's enjoyment in this came totally from watching Spencer's pleasure, he never knew where to draw the line.

"God!" Spencer gasped, making a little high-pitched noise when Dave spanked him again. He was still trembling, he realized, so he pressed his hands against the small of Dave's back to steady them. "I love you," he breathed, then again, "I love you." He didn't like to draw attention to the way he knew Dave only did that for him, so it was as close to a thank you as he would go. After a moment, he opened his eyes to smile at Dave from under his lashes, his cheeks flushed.

"Spencer," Dave whispered. He kissed him softly. "I love you." He smoothed his palm against Spencer's ass, feeling the heated skin and then trailing his fingers down to rub lightly against Spencer's perineum. "You're so beautiful, so sexy." He kissed Spencer again, more hungrily.

Spencer hummed a pleased noise into the kiss, his hands sliding down to grip Dave's ass. "M'lucky," he breathed. "I love that," he added. I know you would never hurt me. His kisses matched Dave's in desire.

Dave moaned against Spencer's mouth, shifting to nestle their cocks together. He wanted more, wanted to be inside Spencer, but he was trying to have patience for a little longer. He wanted to make sure Spencer got what he wanted before Dave pleased himself.

Spencer squeezed Dave's ass a little harder, pulling Dave down on top of him and grinding his own hips up against Dave. He moved his lips over Dave's jaw, pausing to press them to the short hair of Dave's goatee (which he'd come to love since they'd been together). When he reached Dave's ear, he bit lightly, then pulled back to whisper, "What happened to making me scream?"

Humming, Dave rocked against him. "Oh, are you ready for that?" he teased. "God, I want you. I want to be inside you."

"Fuck me," Spencer insisted, then added, "How do you want me, David?"

Dave smiled and kissed him. "Turn over. Hands and knees." He loved watching Spencer's face, but times like today, especially when Spencer wanted to be fucked, Dave liked seeing the lines of Spencer's back, the play of muscles under his skin.

Spencer expelled a slow breath, watching Dave for a moment as a little jolt went through him at Dave's words. He knew that position meant Dave probably really would have him screaming. "Yes," he breathed, then pushed up, waiting for Dave to make way so he could get into position, putting himself completely on display for Dave with a little shiver, and looking back over his shoulder.

A thrill of pure lust went through Dave when Spencer looked back at him like that. "God," he breathed, staring hungrily at him. "You know what that does to me, don't you?" He lowered his eyelids and raked his gaze along Spencer's body, then leaned forward, dropping a wet kiss at the base of Spencer's spine. "You're so fucking sexy, and the way you look at me, like you're just waiting to see how long I can hold out..." He licked along Spencer's backbone, alternating with light nips.

Spencer gasped, dropping his head when Dave's tongue and teeth made his cock throb, demanding attention. "Maybe I don't want you to hold out," he breathed, wishing he could reach back and touch Dave. "Maybe I just want to feel you." Normally he did want to watch Dave's resolve to tease and make Spencer wait crumble, but not tonight.

"There's no way I could hold out tonight," Dave murmured, stroking his free hand down Spencer's thigh. "You said no teasing." He reached the nape of Spencer's neck and nibbled lightly, loving the way their bodies felt together. He stroked his hand back up and pinched Spencer's ass, not too hard.

Spencer shifted to balance on one hand so he could reach back and curl his fingers in Dave's hair. God, Dave knew what kissing Spencer there did to him, and the moan it drew out was cut short by the little gasp at the pinch. "So why aren't you filling me yet?"

"This isn't teasing, this is foreplay," Dave said, smirking. He nestled his hips up against Spencer's and rocked just slightly, sucking in a breath at the pleasure that sent through him. Then he nipped much harder at Spencer's skin and drew back, reaching for his bag for the lube. He didn't waste any more words as he slicked his cock and pressed inside without any warning.

Spencer tensed, which didn't help at all, and made a high-pitched noise that was somewhere between pleasure and pain. The rough entry had sent a shock of blinding sensation through Spencer--it hurt, but it was exactly what he needed. He gripped the sheets, trembling again and breaking into a sweat. "God, Dave, Dave..." he whimpered, his mind suddenly blank outside of his newly heightened awareness of his body.

Normally Dave took his time. Normally he would have let Spencer adjust before what he did next, which was pull back and thrust, slow and deep. It dragged a groan from his lips, both from the pleasure and from the noises Spencer was making. He curled his fingers at Spencer's hips, steadying him, and thrust again.

"Oh, God," Spencer moaned loudly, panting hard. He was grateful for the way Dave was holding him, stabilizing him. His body was adjusting, just not as quickly as Dave was moving. Spencer kept tensing with each little shift, and then relaxing again, trying to steady his breath. "Evil," he whispered, but his lips twisted into a half-formed smile anyway.

"What was it you said?" Dave asked breathlessly. "Fuck you into the mattress?" He ran one hand up Spencer's spine, then scratched his nails back down. And he sped his thrusts just enough to keep Spencer on edge.

"S'what I said," Spencer agreed, his voice shaking. He let out a long moan, and then drew in another breath in several gaspy inhalations. "Gahh--" he started, and then couldn't remember what he'd meant to say when Dave began moving faster.

"God, you're so fucking hot," Dave panted. He shifted his angle, straightening up to try for Spencer's prostate. He wanted the pleasure to overwhelm the discomfort, wanted those moans to be louder.

The change in angle sent the first wave of true pleasure through Spencer, and he was quick to respond. "Yes!" he gasped. "Yes, yes... Dave," he babbled, the little hints of pain easing as the new sensation started to loosen his body.

Oh, yes, that was perfect. Dave smiled and slid his hand down Spencer's ass, then gave a quick, short swat before stroking his palm further down and curling his fingers around Spencer's cock.

Spencer drew a shaky breath; the shift from being on the edge of pain to feeling like the pleasure was going to overtake him was sudden enough to wind him. It didn't last long, however, and he made a strangled noise when Dave's fingers circled him, and pushed back against Dave's next thrust. "God, David."

Dave grunted but didn't spare the attention to speak as he stroked Spencer energetically, trying not to lose the rhythm of his thrusts. A tide of pleasure was rolling through his body, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold off climax for very long. Spencer was so incredibly hot like this, meeting everything Dave gave him and begging for more.

"Harder," Spencer demanded finally, his body finally willing to take everything Dave could give him. When Dave sped, Spencer had to throw his hand up against the wall to brace himself against Dave's force, and the onslaught of need curling up inside of him.

"God!" Dave gasped, obeying happily. After only a few thrusts, he groaned, the pleasure close to overwhelming him. "Close--" He squeezed, flicking his thumb over the head of Spencer's cock with each upstroke.

Spencer pushed back, meeting each of Dave's thrusts, his lower lip trapped between his teeth, and forgot his own pleasure for the moment. "Come inside me," he ordered through his teeth.

Dave made a strangled noise, thrusting harder and straining towards orgasm. "Spence," he managed breathlessly, and then the wave of pleasure crashed down over him and he came with a loud groan.

Spencer shuddered, feeling Dave's release fill him and bringing the hand that had been against the wall back to clutch at Dave's hip. He was reluctant to let Dave pull out, to lose that fullness inside of him, but he made himself let go when Dave's panting started to slow a little.

"Nnnh, Spence." Dave lowered his lips to brush against the nape of Spencer's neck, then nibbled lightly. "Fuck." He shifted, sliding out of Spencer, then collapsed onto the bed, rolling over to sprawl on his back. After a moment, he glanced over at his lover, his eyes narrowing slyly. "C'mere," he murmured, licking his lips.

Spencer had rolled back onto his ankles, his fingers curled around his own cock, squeezing just enough to give him some friction while he waited for Dave to recover. He was aching where Dave had just left him, but that look on Dave's face made him catch his lower lip between his teeth again. "Hmm?" he hummed, shifting closer.

"C'mere," Dave repeated, urging Spencer closer still. With his hands on Spencer's hips, he guided Spencer until he was straddling Dave's chest. Then he curled a hand around Spencer's cock and met his gaze. A small smirk curled his lips. "Fuck my mouth."

That was new, and it sent sparks of electricity shooting down to Spencer's cock from every limb. "God," he breathed, and reached down to sift his fingers through Dave's hair. "Sure?" he murmured, but he was already shifting forward on his knees, the idea exciting him.

"Mmmm," was Dave's only response. He kept his gaze on Spencer's, liking his lover's reaction to that idea. As Spencer moved into place, Dave guided his cock into his mouth, giving a teasing swipe across the head, then taking him all the way in with no hesitation.

Spencer closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Dave's mouth around him. "Mmm, Dave," he whispered, his fingers curling and loosening in Dave's hair, sifting his hand through the graying locks. He didn't think he would last long, and was more than happy to let Dave do this, but then Dave's tongue relaxed, and he nudged Spencer's hip. Spencer looked down at Dave, drawing a shaky breath, and then thrust gently. The sight of his cock disappearing into Dave's mouth like that drew a long moan. "God," he panted.

Dave groaned around Spencer's cock, breathing hard through his nose. His fingers cupped Spencer's ass, squeezing lightly and encouraging him to thrust again. God, he loved having sex with Spencer. He gazed up at Spencer's face, hungry for his reactions.

Spencer rolled his hips forward again, Dave's hands urging him on, and slid inside a little deeper, trying to gauge how deeply he could thrust without hurting Dave. It wasn't really easy to do, considering his mind was already hazy enough. His fingers went tight in Dave's hair, and when he pulled back again, he thrust a little harder (but not any deeper), moaning loudly. "Sexy," he breathed, gazing at Dave.

"Mmm." Dave slid a hand down to massage Spencer's balls, his eyelids drooping as he focused on what Spencer was doing. With his other hand he squeezed Spencer's ass again, letting his nails dig in just a little before smoothing his fingers across the skin.

Spencer hissed, then pushed in again slowly. Dave seemed to like this, and controlling himself was starting to get more and more difficult for Spencer. He watched Dave carefully, going deeper, looking for a sign to stop, and then Dave's fingers closed around Spencer's testicles a little tighter. That was as deep as Spencer could go. Spencer immediately pulled out and started to thrust, careful not to go too deep, but ready to lose himself to his pleasure.

Groaning, Dave ran his free hand as far up Spencer's back as he could, then back down, stroking across his skin, tracing random shapes against his skin. There wasn't much else he could actively do. He worked his tongue against Spencer's cock as much as he could and watched his lover's face.

"Ungh," Spencer managed, his eyes falling shut as the pleasure overwhelmed for a moment. He forced them back open to look at Dave, though, the way he looked just taking like he was. It was almost submissive, and a complete thrill, and Spencer felt himself speeding more as his climax approached him. "God, Dave, Dave!" he cried, and then his body tensed as he came, somehow managing to still as he did, knowing, somewhere in a hazy part of his brain, that choking his lover right now would be a bad thing.

Dave had just enough warning that he forced himself to stay relaxed, gazing eagerly at Spencer through his orgasm. He was so beautiful like that, letting himself go entirely. It was the main reason Dave always found himself giving in to whatever Spencer wanted--it was so rare he let go like this, Dave would do a lot to earn it.

Spencer shuddered through the last of his release, and then pulled back, sitting back against his heels for a few moments, just panting hard. He shifted a minute later and slumped over to the bed, against Dave's side. His eyes slid closed, and he just tried to focus on catching his breath.

Humming, Dave rolled over onto his side, wrapping his arms around Spencer and feeling the little shivers that still ran through Spencer's body for a few moments. "God, you're amazing," he murmured, sounding a little hoarse. He pressed his lips against Spencer's skin.

"I'm amazing?" Spencer murmured. "I could nap for about two days now. Easily."

Dave chuckled and kissed Spencer's neck. "You didn't actually scream, though," he said, feigning regret.

Spencer pulled himself closer to Dave, enjoying the dampness of sweat and warmth between then. "Close enough."

That brought a real laugh from Dave. He slid a hand up into Spencer's hair and kissed his mouth, slowly. "I'm glad you came with me," he murmured when the kiss ended. "Spencer." He kissed Spencer again, humming. "I love you." He tightened his arms around Spencer and let his eyes close.

"Mmm, ditto," Spencer said, not really feeling like much of the blood had returned to his brain just yet. "We should do that again. Five minutes work for you?"

Dave snorted. "When will you ever remember my body has a couple of decades on yours?" he muttered, not opening his eyes. After a few minutes he sighed. "We should really be getting cleaned up."

Spencer had been grinning, about to reply, when Dave finished. All the blood rushed back to his brain surprisingly quickly then, and he just held Dave closer, not replying.

Sighing, Dave stroked a hand soothingly over Spencer's skin. "You're supposed to be relaxed."

Spencer made a non-committal noise. "You just ruined my post-orgasmic haze."

"You thought I was going to leave you sleeping in the hotel room while I went to Thanksgiving dinner?" Dave murmured, nibbling gently at Spencer's lower lip. "Deep breaths. They're going to love you."

Spencer sighed. "They're going to think I'm going to hell for being a gay atheist," Spencer argued. "And I'm not even gay. They're going to think I'm too young for you, possibly after your money, and/or starstruck. Even you thought the latter at first." Spencer was frowning again.

Dave sighed. "They're not going to think any of that once they meet you," he said. "You may love me, but you're obviously not starstruck, and you're a genius; you don't need my money. As far as too young..." He shrugged. "You aren't young, intellectually speaking." They were running short on time, but Dave rolled onto his side, pulling Spencer around so Dave could curl his body around Spencer's and kiss the back of his neck.

"Listen to me," he murmured in Spencer's ear. "Whatever they think of you, it won't change the fact that I love you madly. But that won't matter, because I know they're going to love you. Just relax and trust me."

"I trust you," Spencer murmured. He didn't trust them, but he didn't say that. Dave probably knew that anyway, as Spencer hadn't met them and didn't trust too easily. He drew a shuddery breath, wishing they could just stay like this the rest of the night, then whispered, "I love you."

"I know," Dave whispered, smiling. Spencer didn't say those words often, especially outside of sex. It didn't matter, because Dave knew how Spencer felt. But all the same, it was nice to hear it sometimes. He closed his eyes, pressing his face into the crook of Spencer's neck and breathing deeply.

Spencer shivered at the breath against the nape of his neck and tried to relax into it. "Don't want to move," he breathed.

"I know," Dave said again. He didn't really want to move, either, but they were getting close to the time they ought to be leaving for his parents' house. He kissed Spencer's ear. "What're you wearing tonight?"

Spencer frowned, surprised by the question. "Mmm, something..." he said, wondering why Dave asked. "Why?" he asked, turning in Dave's arms.

Dave grinned. "I thought you might wear jeans," he confessed. He stroked his free hand down Spencer's side to rest at his hip. "Your ass looks good in jeans."

Spencer couldn't help smiling slightly. "I wouldn't go see my own mother in jeans." He curled his fingers around Dave's hand on his hip. "I don't even own more than... maybe two pairs, and I didn't bring one."

Dave brushed his lips against Spencer's neck. "You need more jeans," he murmured. "Should have stolen some of yours and packed them for you."

"I look weird in jeans," Spencer said.

"You look sexy in jeans," Dave countered. He kissed Spencer's shoulder and sighed. "Mmm, we should get ready to go."


"I feel weird in jeans," Spencer said, then sighed and rolled up to a seated position. "I feel weird without a tie"

Dave laughed. "We need to work on that," he teased, and sat up, too. "I could probably come up with some sort of reward system for every day you don't wear a tie." He winked and climbed out of bed.

"Would never feel right. I've worn them since I was little." Spencer shifted and stood, wrapping his arms around Dave from behind and splaying his fingers across Dave's stomach. He kissed Dave's shoulder blade, then drew a deep breath. "Okay," he said, steeling himself, and then pulled away.

"Hmm," Dave said, but he let it drop. He started getting dressed, going with khakis and a sweater since Spencer would apparently be wearing a tie. It didn't matter, when you had fifty people at Thanksgiving, the dress code ranged from jeans all the way up, and Great-Uncle Giuseppi would definitely like the tie.

Fifteen minutes later, Spencer was standing in front of the mirror, frowning. It was stupid to think Dave's family wasn't going to like him because of how he looked, but it seemed totally unavoidable. "Morgan makes fun of this tie," he muttered. "Says it makes me look eighty." Then again, maybe looking older would help.

Dave laughed. "Maybe you ought to go shopping with Morgan some time and see what he suggests," he said, glancing over at his lover. "You don't look eighty. You look like you borrowed it from someone who's eighty."

Spencer turned to glare at Dave. "Thanks." He started to pulled the tie open. "If I went shopping with Morgan, I'd come back with a bunch of tight t-shirts, and an earring."

Dave raised his eyebrows and turned to smirk at Spencer. "I wouldn't object to that," he said. He slid an arm around Spencer's waist and kissed him hungrily, letting his hand slide down to grope Spencer's ass. "Except I might have a hard time keeping my hands off you in public," he murmured.

Spencer moaned softly, and he was a bit breathless when Dave pulled back. "I'd look like Jack Skellington," Spencer complained, the words breathy, and then realized too late that Dave probably wasn't going to get that reference. "Never mind."

"Who the hell's Jack Skellington?" Dave asked. He kissed Spencer once more for good measure, then went to get his shoes.

Spencer shook his head and found another tie. "Character in a Tim Burton movie. Nightmare Before Christmas. Claymation," he said because Dave had asked, not because he expected Dave to know what he was talking about.

"Okay, then." Dave sat on the edge of the bed, watching Spencer. Sometimes it was strange, having a generation gap between himself and his lover. Most of the time, though, it didn't matter at all. A slow smile spread across Dave's face as he watched Spencer finishing with his tie. "You're gorgeous, you know that? My nieces will probably all fall in love with you."

Spencer looked over, and after a moment, his smile matched Dave's. "Taken," he murmured. He was ready to go now--well, he was dressed, but he wasn't sure he'd really ever be ready for this. So he didn't say he was ready to leave. He just climbed into Dave's lap and kissed him.

Dave made a surprised noise and wrapped an arm around Spencer's waist. "Permanently off the market," he whispered when the kiss ended, and kissed Spencer again. "Ready?"

Spencer shook his head absently, but didn't move. "Permanently?" he breathed.

"Mmm, I'm not giving you back," Dave confirmed, grinning. He stole another kiss. "Come on, some of these people didn't even meet my third wife. You think I take just anyone home for Thanksgiving?"

"If anyone calls me 'wife number four', I'm walking," Spencer said, tightening his arms around Dave.

Dave snickered. "Okay, stay away from Cousin Susanna, then," he teased. Actually Kay might, if she was feeling particularly snide...but he hadn't exactly told Spencer that his first wife made a habit of stopping by on holidays. She'd been in the family longer than the other wives, and had stayed particularly close to his mother and sisters.

"God," Spencer groaned, and buried his face against Dave's shoulder.

"I'm kidding," Dave said. "But if we don't hurry up, we're going to be late, and that would make things miserable." He kissed Spencer's hair. "We won't stay too late. And I'll thank you for this properly tonight."

"Nnh," Spencer groaned, but sat up and slid out of Dave's lap anyway. He hoped it wasn't hurting Dave's feeling the way he was acting, but Spencer couldn't seem to force himself to be enthused, even knowing what this meant that Dave wanted to do this. The panic was good at stifling enthusiasm. "Okay, let's go," he said, and tugged Dave's hand.

Dave laughed and let Spencer lead the way out of the room.


PART TWO

Comments

[darkhawkhealer.livejournal.com]

I just want you people to know, I feel INCREDIBLY dirty, sitting here at a Starbucks reading this dirtyhot porn.

Which I'm actually reading and not skimming over! I should get points for that.

You get eleventyjillion points for hawthawt porny goodness. Dayum.

[innerslytherin]

MWAHAHA! PORN AT STARBUCKS!

:D And you would get more points for that if I didn't know that you'd started enjoying porn again. ^_~

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

Somehow this pairing pushes all own kink buttons. ;) Thank you, dear!

[ubervirgin.livejournal.com]

Woot! Why am I so happy that Reid got the hard fuck he was looking for a couple of fics ago?

Nice mix of fluff and porn. I shall dub the mix...florn. ^_^

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[qzee.livejournal.com]

I'd feel nervous if I were Spenser too, about meeting the horde of Rossis (Or would that be The Family. *g*) But for different reasons. I'd be nervous because I'm lousy at remembering names (which wouldn't be a problem for Spenser). Spenser being him, is worried about all the other things, but Dave is likely right. His family will love Spense and adopt him and mama Rossi will promptly try to fatten him up. *goes to read next part*

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

LOL I didn't even think about remembering names!

Thanks!

[innerslytherin]

Hee! I have a hard time remembering names in my own large extended family, let alone someone else's! :)