The ride to the house was full of tension, but not the usual kind. Spencer could honestly say he had never experienced this kind of tension to this extreme. It wasn’t tension from stress, but a sexual tension. He and Morgan were heading home to fake sex for their Unsub. And, if Morgan’s words were anything to go by, Morgan was going to take advantage of the time to ‘make out’ with him. Half of him was utterly embarrassed to admit that he had never made out with anyone other than Michael in his life. The other half of him was too excited to be embarrassed.
Yet, he couldn’t help being nervous. What he knew about sexual activities came from his experiences with Michael. It didn’t seem right to judge what was going to happen between him and Morgan by what he had done with Michael. Still, he couldn’t stop his brain from wondering. With Michael, there had been enjoyment. At first. Then, as time went on, all that initial enjoyment had faded away. By the time they’d had sex—It wasn’t sex, you idiot. It was rape and you know it. Can’t you even admit it to yourself?—all signs of gentleness had been gone.
What if things started out nice between him and Morgan but then they changed? What if…what if he was only being gentle right now because they were undercover? Then, when they got back home, he might prove to be the same as Michael.
No, no, you idiot. Morgan isn’t like that and you know it. That is NOT the type of guy Morgan is. You’re letting your insecurities get the best of you. Look at how he kissed you in the shower. There was no one around but you to see that. He had no reason to act in there. The way he spoke, too, suggests that what he did was normal and how Michael acted was abnormal. You can’t base your opinions on what’ll happen with Morgan off of what happened with Michael. They are not the same!
That was true. Morgan and Michael were polar opposites. There was nothing about them that was the same except for maybe their muscle mass. Michael was shorter than Morgan. He was also white, overbearing, insulting, horrible…the adjectives could go on endlessly.
“Spencer, come on now. What’s going on in that big brain of yours right now?”
Morgan’s question threw him of for just a second. Without realizing it he started to wring his hands slightly, a nervous gesture. The instant he noticed he stopped it. “I just…I’m thinking.” He stammered out. Yeah, that was a real intelligent answer. He mentally scoffed at himself. For a genius he could come up with some lame answers and evasions sometimes. Embarrassed, he let his gaze drift out the car window, watching the darkness that was broken by the lights of businesses and cars.
When Morgan’s hand came to rest on his leg, Spencer jumped, not having expected it. Morgan didn’t move it, though. He left it there as he continued to drive. “Talk to me, kid. What’s wrong? You’re a bundle of nerves over there.” He paused, taking the corner, and then asked “Are you nervous about what we’re going to do tonight?”
When Spencer looked up he saw the headlights still behind them. The work part of his brain logged away the fact that they were still being followed. He’d noticed the car behind them about a block away from the restaurant. It looked like their Unsub was behind them.
He realized Morgan was still waiting for an answer. There was no real way to evade this conversation. Not and still manage to be truthful. If anything, Spencer wanted to be absolutely truthful with Morgan, no matter what the cost. Not just because it was right, but because…if he couldn’t trust Morgan anymore, then who could he trust? So he gathered his courage to say “A little. I don’t…I don’t really know how to do this, per se.”
“Baby, have you ever had a partner aside from Michael?”
The question startled Spencer a little. His cheeks heated and he looked out the window again. “No.”
For a few minutes the car was quiet. Spencer knew his friend well enough to know that it meant that Morgan was gathering his thoughts together. Finally he must have had them in order because he spoke up. “There’s no way around doing this, Spencer. We have to, for our job. But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. If you’d like, we can just do our pretending and go to sleep. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything with me that you don’t want to.”
Spencer turned to look at him in surprise. He thought that Spencer didn’t want to do anything with him? “That’s not, I mean…that’s not what I meant, Derek. It’s not that I don’t want to. For, well, for the first time in my life, I do.” Thankful for the darkness in the car, Spencer continued on despite the heat in his cheeks. Be honest he reminded himself. “I just worry that I won’t do something right. Or that maybe Michael has been doing things right and I’m just not, well…”
“Responsive?” Morgan supplied.
His blush grew a little more. “Yeah.”
“Spencer, sugar, if the kisses we’ve shared are any indication, I’d say you’re definitely responsive. It’s sexy, the way you respond. You just haven’t been with a person who cared enough to make it good for you.”
That made the butterflies in Spencer’s stomach dance a little. “Really?”
Stopping at the stop sign, Morgan looked around to make sure there were no cars coming or any too close behind. Their Unsub—at least, they assumed it was him—was back a little ways, keeping a safe distance. So Morgan took advantage of the moment to lean over and steal a gentle kiss. “Really, pretty boy.” He turned back, taking the car into their turn. “Whatever happens between us, it’ll never be like it was between you and Michael. I won’t ever hurt you, baby. Sex isn’t supposed to hurt, unless that’s a person’s kink. It’s supposed to feel good. Amazing.”
Spencer felt his breath hitch a little at the Morgan’s words. In that moment, there was one thing he knew for certain. Even if he was damned for it, he couldn’t deny that he wanted to feel those things with Morgan. He wanted to experience, at least once in his life, this overwhelming passion that he heard others speak of. And he wanted to experience it with Morgan. “I w-want that.” He stammered out nervously. “I want to feel that way. I just don’t know if I can.”
The car went silent again. Then, “Do you trust me, Spencer?”
“Yes.” The reply was immediate. It was not something he needed to think on. He trusted Morgan with his life.
“I can show you what it’s like tonight. I know we won’t actually have sex. I know your body isn’t ready for that and, frankly, I really would like our first time not to be on camera. But I can show you how good your body can feel. We’ll have to be careful because we are being watched and we have to make sure we do our job, but at the same time, we can enjoy ourselves.”
Enjoy themselves? Spencer knew he wasn’t well versed in this part of life, but he didn’t want to say that out loud. That would make him seem like a kid, something that he definitely didn’t want Morgan thinking about him right now. So he settled for once again saying “Really?” Wow; a mind like his and that was the best response he could come up with? What was it about Morgan that seemed to fry some of his brain cells?
A low groan came from Morgan, making Spencer tip his head to better try and see his friend’s face. It was too dark in the car for him to make out his features, though, so he had to rely on trying to read Morgan’s voice as the man answered him. “Yeah, Spencer. Really. Like I said, we’ve got to play our part. Now, first of all, f he was watching us at the club and outside, he’s going to know we had quite a buildup. This means we’ll need to give the impression that we’re impatient. You ok with that?”
Spencer felt his lips quirk. “I kind of have to be.”
“Yeah.” Morgan chuckled. “I know. But, if you trust me to lead, I can take care of it all. You don’t have to have sex to enjoy being with someone, Spencer. There are so many other things. Touching your partner, tasting them, can be just as pleasurable.”
Embarrassed, Spencer dropped his eyes to the hand on his leg. A sudden thought struck him. “Derek, what about him, you know, seeing us? Won’t he be able to tell we’re not actually doing what he thinks?”
“I got that under control. I’ll get the blankets up over us and he’ll never know the difference.”
Morgan said it with such confidence that Spencer couldn’t argue with him. He just watched as Morgan turned their car into the driveway. When the engine was off, Morgan pulled the keys out of the ignition and turned to face Spencer. He brought a hand up to cup his face. “The choice is yours, Spencer. What we do from here is entirely up to you. We can go in there and fake our way through this if that’s what you want and that’s fine with me. Or we can put on our act and, at the same time, I can make you feel things you’ve never felt before. Whatever you want, sugar.”
For a long moment Spencer just stared into Morgan’s eyes in the dim light from a nearby light pole. What he saw there eased his nerves at the same time as starting a small fire in the pit of his stomach. He leaned in until his lips were just a half inch from Morgan’s. “Show me.” He whispered. “Please.”
With a low moan, Morgan leaned in and captured Spencer’s lips, the hand on his face pulling him in close. When he pulled back, both of them were breathless. “Go unlock the door, Spencer.” He murmured to him. “We need to seem eager, but if you don’t get out of this car I might seem too eager and just take you right here until you’re screaming for the whole neighborhood to hear.”
The flush that filled Spencer’s cheeks wasn’t embarrassment this time, but arousal. He pulled back and worked off his seatbelt, climbing from the car on legs that weren’t quite steady. Once he’d shut the car door, he hurried up to the front door, hearing Morgan moving behind him, stepping close enough that Spencer could feel his body heat.
Spencer fumbled in his pocket for the house keys, trying to ignore the way Morgan was pressing up against his backside, his arms sliding around to Spencer’s stomach. When he felt one of his hands at the hem of his shirt, reaching under and up, he almost dropped his keys. Somehow he managed to hold on to them and get them up to the lock. He heard Morgan chuckle against the back of his neck. “Problems, pretty boy?” he teased.
The lock clicked and Spencer turned the door handle, pushing the door open wide. Only steps inside Morgan’s hands were holding his hips and turning him to press him into the wall. No sooner had his back touched the wall than Morgan was there, their bodies pressing together, lips crushed in a kiss that almost instantly melted Spencer’s knees. He brought his hands up to grip at Morgan’s shoulders as he moaned.
Without breaking the kiss, Morgan stuck a hand out and slapped the door, making it swing shut. There was no way to back out now. They were in front of the cameras; it was time to put on a show. But somehow Spencer found himself forgetting about the cameras. He couldn’t think beyond anything but Morgan’s warm, soft lips, so demanding against his own.
His hands now free, Morgan put them on Spencer’s hips and slid them up, under his shirt, never breaking their kiss. His tongue snaked out, pressing against Spencer’s lips in a demand for entrance. Spencer couldn’t think beyond the sensations exploding in him. All his worries, his fears, melted away underneath a wave of heat.
He moaned and opened his lips, gasping slightly when Morgan’s tongue slid in, dueling with his. The kiss was hard and hot and overwhelming. When Morgan pulled back, nipping at his lip, Spencer couldn’t stop himself from leaning back in, trying to capture his lips once more. Morgan growled low in his throat and pushed his hips forward, grinding against him. Spencer was beyond hard; his body was absolutely aching for something—he had no idea what that something was. More, more, more his mind chanted at him. He didn’t know the words had slipped past his lips in a breathy whisper until Morgan was nipping at his neck and whispering “You want more, pretty boy? Man, you’re so hot like this. You look fucking sexy right now.”
A mewling sound crawled up from Spencer’s throat. He wrapped his arms around Morgan’s neck and tipped his head back, allowing the older man more access to his throat, an action Morgan happily took advantage of. His lips and tongue and teeth moved over every inch of exposed skin. The hands on Spencer’s hips shifted, reaching gently behind him, ever cautious of his bruising even in the state they were in.
Spencer suddenly found himself being lifted. He squeaked slightly and instinctively wrapped his legs around Morgan’s waist so he wouldn’t fall. The squeak changed to a moan when his movement caused them to rub even more against one another. His passion rose a little higher when he heard Morgan’s harsh gasp. He’s affected by this too. You’re turning him on just as much as he is you. That thought gave Spencer the courage to lean in, initiating the kiss himself this time. This time he was the one who leaned in, who licked at Morgan’s lips to gain entrance, who tasted every inch of his mouth and absorbed the older man’s moans. Every moan Morgan gave, every clench of his hands against Spencer’s backside, every movement was like gas to the fire inside of Spencer.
He barely noticed when Morgan started to move them down toward the hallway. Spencer shifted his lips, breaking the kiss to breathe. The look on Morgan’s face was absolutely stunning. His eyes were wide and dark, pupils blown wide with arousal, and he was breathing heavily. Spencer didn’t think that came from holding him up, either.
To test it, Spencer leaned back in, this time moving his lips over Morgan’s jawline as Morgan had done to him before. He nipped lightly at the skin there, then flicked his tongue out to taste. Morgan groaned and turned them, pinning Spencer to the wall once more, causing their bodies to press together even tighter. Spencer gasped and flung his head back, unconsciously grinding his hips downward. He could barely wrap his brain around everything he was feeling. Nothing had ever even come close to this before. Nothing had made him feel this way. As if he would die if Morgan let go of him; if he ever stopped touching him. He felt so hot and tight and needy all over his damn body.
Warm lips were attacking his neck. Spencer knew it would leave a mark but he just couldn’t bring himself to care. Let everyone see he was marked. Let them see who he belonged to. The idea of that thrilled him.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Spencer.” Morgan murmured in his ear. The hands on Spencer’s ass gripped just a little tighter, pulling him close at the same time that Morgan started to roll his own hips a little. Spencer couldn’t stop himself from moaning. In his ear, Morgan kept murmuring, driving him crazy with words while his body did the same. “You’ve got me so damn hard I feel like I’m going to explode, right here in the hallway. Watching you come to life like this, moaning and panting when I touch you, it turns me on so damn much. To know that no one has ever done this to you before. You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Derek.” His name was a breathless plea on Spencer’s lips. He was pleading for something he didn’t even understand, but he knew he needed. Desperately. Again Morgan growled, holding tightly to him as they moved once more down the hall. Had they reached their room? He felt one of Morgan’s hands move, grabbing something, bending just slightly, and then the next thing Spencer knew, they were toppling into bed, Morgan’s beautiful, hard body over top of him. He must have pulled the comforter back because Spencer hit just sheets.
This was where it would have to look hot and fast and hard, because the Unsub had watched them build up to this. Spencer tried to remember his part—he really did. He moved his legs just enough to toe off his shoes, letting them hit the floor, hearing Morgan do the same.
The trick was going to be getting under the covers without looking suspicious. Morgan said he had that under control, but Spencer was worried. How were they going to manage that one? Wouldn’t it look strange to the Unsub if they suddenly grabbed the blankets and pulled them up and over?
“Unhook my pants, sugar.” Morgan breathed into Spencer’s ear. Then he was moving his head, their lips finding one another again. Morgan was braced above him on one hand, keeping his weight off of Spencer’s ribs, leaving just enough room between them for Spencer to slide his trembling hands. He fumbled with the belt, resisting the urge to thrust up against him again.
Spencer lost himself in their kiss. The taste of it was so different and so uniquely Morgan. He thought he’d never tire of it. His hands seemed to be working of their own accord, undoing the belt, unhooking his jeans. It took him a second to realize that Morgan’s free hand was doing the same to his jeans. When he suddenly felt a hand slip inside, sliding down to cup him through his boxers, his hips left the bed and his hands dropped down to grip the sheets. “Ah! Derek!” He threw his head back and arched, shamelessly pushing against the warm pressure.
“That’s it, sugar.” Morgan told him. “No one but me can hear you. Let it out, baby. Let me know you like what I’m doing.” He bit at the exposed skin of Spencer’s neck, sucking lightly, his hand just lightly rubbing him. It was driving Spencer mad. Lust wasn’t just coiled in his gut anymore; it was spreading through him, searing his veins, electrifying every inch of him inside and out.
When Morgan pulled his hand out, Spencer actually whimpered at the loss. He heard Morgan chuckle. “Patience, pretty boy. I’m far from done with you.”
Through hazy eyes he watched Morgan slide his own jeans down, kicking them off when they reached his feet. Then he was pulling Spencer’s as well until both of them were lying there in their shirts and boxers. They knew they couldn’t take Spencer’s shirt off. It would show the bruising on his stomach that the Unsub definitely didn’t need to see, as well as anyone who might be watching on the camera. That thought was almost enough to damper down Spencer’s arousal. Were his friends really watching right now?
A husky chuckle drew him out of his thoughts and into the present moment. “Scoot up, baby boy. Head up on the pillows.”
Unsure as to what was going on, Spencer nonetheless lifted up on his elbows and scooted until his head was on the pillows. He watched as Morgan flashed him a grin as he sat up. He reached behind him, grabbing the comforter, and then he was pulling it over his head and moving between Spencer’s legs in one swift move. This covered Morgan completely, as well as the lower half of Spencer’s body. The young man startled, lifting up on his elbows again to look down. What on earth was Morgan doing?
A hand brushed up his thigh and Spencer’s eyes widened. His brain flashed back to what Morgan had said to him in the car. Is he really…? He couldn’t even finish the thought. Something was pulling at his boxers, sliding them down his hips and his legs until they were off. Embarrassment started to leak in. Then that hand was back with a feather light touch, sliding up his thighs until they were at the base of his cock, and all thoughts of embarrassment went out the window. He hissed lightly as Morgan wrapped his fingers around him, giving a few firm strokes.
Spencer’s arms gave out under him. He dropped back to the bed while his hips pushed up into Morgan’s fist. Vaguely he heard another chuckle from Morgan, barely audible over the sound of his heart beating in his ears. He didn’t even hear his own low moan. That low moan turned into a high keen when something wet and warm wrapped around his head. “Derek!”
Sweet mother of….oh! Spencer’s thoughts jumbled in his head. He couldn’t think straight. Could barely breathe. Morgan kept moving, taking more and more of him in, putting his hands on Spencer’s hips to hold them in place. The young man couldn’t stop himself from pushing against those hands, wanting, needing, more. It felt so damn good.
When Morgan suddenly took him all the way in, Spencer brought his hands up by his head, gripping at the pillow. “Oh, oh, Derek…”
Soft vibrations echoed down his length from Morgan’s soft laugh, making the air in Spencer’s throat catch on another moan. The older man started to move, his tongue doing things Spencer hadn’t even imagined. It was heaven. It was too much and yet not enough. The air in the room filled with his pants and moans broken only by senseless words, begging, demanding more. The heat built hotter and hotter, slowly consuming him, taking him places he’d never gone to, never even knew existed.
When Morgan broke free, Spencer practically sobbed. The older man slowly slid his way back up, leaving the comforter covering their waists. When they were face to face, Morgan braced his hands near Spencer’s head and kissed him at the same time that he pushed their hips together. That was when Spencer realized that Morgan had stripped his boxers and shirt at some point. When did he do that? Their erections pressed against one another with a delicious friction that had Spencer rocking his hips and gasping into the kiss. That gave Morgan the freedom to thrust his tongue in Spencer’s mouth. He could taste himself on Morgan’s tongue and found himself even more turned on than before. He hadn’t thought that was possible.
His hands left the pillow to take hold of Morgan’s back, holding him in place as his mouth was ravaged and their bodies pushed into one another. Morgan lifted one hand, moving to the buttons on the front of Spencer’s shirt, slowly sliding them open. Spencer broke the kiss to look at him, almost embarrassed at how hard he was panting, at how his body couldn’t seem to stop moving. “Derek…” This time his name was both a plea and a warning. The bruising on his stomach wasn’t something that they could let be seen. A shudder ran down Morgan, which Spencer absolutely loved to see, and then the older man was dropping his head down to whisper in a low, raspy voice in his ear. “We’re pressed together, pretty boy. You’re ok. I just, I need to touch you. I need to feel you. Your skin is so soft, so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.” He licked the shell of Spencer’s ear. “Do you want me to touch you, Spencer? Do you want to feel my hands on your skin?”
There was no thought to it. “Please.” He begged. “Please, Derek. Oh!” He cut off when Morgan’s hand finally got his shirt open and moved over his chest, flicking at a nipple with his fingers. The fire in Spencer grew even more.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, baby boy.” The low urging from Morgan had Spencer moving automatically. He lifted his legs, wrapping them around Morgan’s waist, gasping at the increase in sensation. The older man continued to rock; to the outside it would look like what it was supposed to look like. Under the covers, their erections continued to rub against one another, precum working as lubrication.
Morgan shifted his head, his lips traveling down to take the place of his hand. He bit softly on Spencer’s nipple, making the younger man’s back arch up and his head fall back once more. He didn’t think there was any way this could get any better. He quickly realized he was wrong. Morgan’s hand snaked under the blankets, wrapping around the both of them so that, with every roll of their hips, they were thrusting into his fist. Spencer moaned loudly and dug his nails into Morgan’s back, causing the darker man to growl against his skin and move his hips faster.
The fire grew more. Tension built stronger and stronger deep down inside of Spencer. He’d never felt this way before; didn’t know what to make of it. But it didn’t matter. He couldn’t think on it. His brain was blank of everything but the intense pleasure that was growing, growing, taking him under. He felt Morgan shift, saw him hovering over him, those dark eyes trained on his face. Spencer couldn’t bring himself to be ashamed of the way he was coming undone or the sounds that came from his lips.
“That’s it, baby boy.” Morgan told him. “You feel so good, Spencer. So fucking good. I love watching your face. I love watching you come apart. Are you close, baby?”
Spencer arched his back again, his hips thrusting faster and faster, keeping pace with Morgan’s. “Yes, yes, Derek, please. Oh, oh, Derek!” The words poured from him with the moans that were slowly turning toward screams. His hips rocked up one last time and it seemed like the world around him suddenly exploded. The pleasure filled him to the brink before it shattered him. His head dropped back and his hips shot up as he emptied himself all over Morgan’s hand, screaming out his name as he came. He felt Morgan’s body shudder over him and vaguely heard the older man give a hoarse shout.
Every muscle in Spencer’s body was loose and relaxed. It felt like he melted into the bed. Even Morgan lying down, half on him, half beside him, didn’t bother him. He welcomed the warm weight of it. The arm over his chest, cradling him close, was wonderful. With what little energy he had, Spencer rolled into Morgan’s embrace, cuddling in close despite the stickiness that now sat between them. He knew he could have simply laid there and fell asleep without a single care in the world.
The only sound in the room was the harsh breathing as both men slowly came down off their high. Spencer nuzzled in to Morgan’s neck, too relaxed to feel his normal inhibitions. He felt Morgan shift a little, wrapping him a little more securely. “We should go clean up.” He heard Morgan mumble.
“Mm. Later.” He wanted nothing to break the spell of this moment. Right now, nothing existed outside of this bed. No case, no Unsub, no friends, no Michael—nothing. It was him and Morgan and everything was perfect. For the first time, Spencer felt perfect. All of this felt right. He was right where he needed to be.
When he heard no protest from Morgan, he sighed into the warm body wrapped around his and easily slid into sleep.