The feeling of weight against Morgan shifted a little, sliding further against him. Without looking down he knew what had happened. Spencer was asleep. Morgan moved his arm down, adjusting Spencer’s position a little. He fit perfectly into the curve of Morgan’s body. With his knees still curled up and his feet tucked off to the opposite side, he was snug up against Morgan’s side, his one hand coming up to rest lightly on Morgan’s chest.
“Aww.” Garcia whispered suddenly. “He looks so cute when he sleeps!”
Curling his arm, Morgan started stroking Spencer’s hair, the habit so soothing for the both of them. He absolutely loved Spencer’s hair. “Yeah, he is.” He murmured. Because they knew now and he didn’t have to bother resisting, Morgan bent and kissed the top of Spencer’s head. “It’s the only time he really loses that stressed look.”
“He’s had a lot to be stressed about.” The gentle words came from Emily, who was watching Spencer with an expression of sadness and protection. “I can’t believe he lived like this and we didn’t see it. We’re profilers! Shouldn’t we have recognized the signs?”
Aaron was already shaking his head at her. “You have to factor in the fact that he’s a profiler, too. And he’s had plenty of practice at making sure people only see what he wants them to see. How else would he have managed to never have anyone know about his mother while he was growing up?”
“If there’s one thing the kiddo’s got in abundance, it’s courage.” Dave said.
Morgan grinned down at Spencer’s sleeping frame. “Courageous to the point of idiocy sometimes.” It was said fondly, though.
Everyone had to laugh when, without moving, Spencer mumbled “I may be mostly ‘sleep, but I can still hear you, Derek. Shu’ up.” Everyone shared a fond look at those words. It was nice to see that some things never changed. Spencer, for some reason or another, tended to lose his high vocabulary when he was extremely tired or mostly asleep.
“Come on, baby boy. Let’s get you home before you pass out on me again.” He moved a little, forcing Spencer to sit up. He knew if he didn’t that Spencer would stay there and sleep. The last thing Morgan thought they needed was for him to be seen carrying Spencer out of the building and if Spencer fell asleep again, that was exactly what would happen.
Spencer brought a hand up to rub at his eyes while sitting up. It took everything Morgan had not to chuckle. He caught Garcia’s eye and the two of them grinned. If he didn’t look like a little kid before, he sure as hell does now Morgan thought.
Stifling a yawn, Spencer blinked his eyes and looked over to Aaron. “Hotch, is someone going to go look after my mom?” He muttered, obviously still mostly asleep. But the importance of this was still present in his voice. “He’s threatened me by using her before. I can’t let anything happen to her.”
“Don’t worry, Reid. I’ll make the call and get some security on her as soon as possible. We won’t let anything happen to your mother.”
“Good.” He paused to yawn and rub his face again, wincing when he rubbed over his black eye. “’M supposed to protect her. What about JJ? Should we call her?”
The rest of the team exchanged surprised looks. They hadn’t even thought of JJ. I can’t believe we didn’t think of her. Just because she’s not on the team doesn’t mean that she isn’t at risk. Anyone who knows Spencer knows that JJ, Will, and Henry are important to him. “Geeze, Spencer. Even asleep on your feet, you outthink the rest of us.” Morgan teased him. He couldn’t help but smile as Spencer blushed.
Aaron and Dave exchange a glance, conferring silently for a moment. Then Dave turned toward Spencer. “I’ll give her a call, Reid, and let her know what’s up. We’ll offer them protection too but I imagine that she’ll deny it. Her and Will both carry, so they’ll be able to protect one another. You know JJ; she’s tougher than she looks.”
Morgan rose from his spot on the couch, reaching down to brace Spencer’s arms and help him up. “Ok, pretty boy, that’s enough. You’ve got everything covered that you can. Now let’s get you home and in bed. You’re pushing the end of your rope here. The rest of this can be dealt with tomorrow at Rossi’s house. Right now let’s just get you some sleep.”
The younger man yawned once more. “Can’t protest that.” He admitted wryly. His sleepy eyes turned toward the room. “Thanks, guys. For, well, for all of this. For being there and such. I’m sorry I’m putting you guys in danger. I never wanted that to happen.”
Garcia moved forward and put her arms around him, giving him the hug she’d been resisting giving for a while now. She couldn’t stop herself anymore. “Oh, sugar button, of course we’re here for you. And don’t you dare start feeling guilty for what that sick creep is doing. It’s not your fault, ok? Don’t you worry about us. We’ll get through this just fine and we’ll make sure you’re safe.”
When they pulled apart, Spencer had a small little smile. That smile grew when Emily stepped up and pulled him into a hug as well. Her hug was shorter, a little tighter, but her eyes were shining when they stepped back from one another. She said nothing; no real words were needed. The two shared a silent moment and that was enough for them.
Next was Aaron. He embraced the younger man in a gentle hug, much like a father would with his son. Then he put his hands on Spencer’s shoulders, holding him back a little. “We’re going to do everything we can to keep you and everyone else safe, Reid. You’re not alone in this; I want you to remember that you’ve got family here to look out for you. I’m glad you’re finally starting to realize that.”
“Thanks, Hotch.”
Dave chuckled and nudged Aaron in the side with his elbow. “Move over.” He said jokingly. “It’s my turn.”
With laughter growing around them again, Dave brought Spencer in for a bear hug. Then he put his hands on Spencer’s cheeks and held his face still for a moment. “This will work out, kiddo.” He said. “And like Aaron said, I’m glad you’re realizing you have family here with us. But I hope you realize what that means.”
Spencer looked at him curiously. “What?”
“You’ve now been officially adopted by one protectively crazy Italian who looks at you like his nephew. That means not only will I kick this guy’s ass if he tries to touch you, but it means that if you ever keep anything from Uncle Rossi again, I’ll kick your ass too. Avete capito?”
Everyone was laughing even harder now. Blushing, Spencer smiled. “I understand.” Pausing, he grinned and added “Uncle Rossi.”
Dave grinned and leaned in, kissing either cheek, which served to make Spencer’s blush grow even more. “Good! Now, go get some sleep, kiddo. You look like hell.”
They all watched as Morgan slowly led Spencer out of the conference room. All eyes were on the pair, saying nothing as the couple made their way through the bullpen and over to the elevators. No one said anything until the elevator doors closed. Only then was the silence broken.
Emily curled her hands into fists on either side of her. “Please tell me I can go to Reid’s apartment and kick Michael’s ass.” She hissed out. Emily Prentiss was not known for sitting back and crying in bad situations; she was more notorious for stepping up and handling them, whether with a cold calm or with temper. But Michael had made the mistake of messing with someone close to her heart.
The usual calm demeanor of their unit chief was gone when he turned to look at them. “Trust me, Prentiss. I’d like nothing more than to go there myself.” He couldn’t stand the thought that someone had done that to their youngest member. More than that, guilt ate at him that he hadn’t seen anything. Even though Spencer was a good profiler like Aaron had told them, he couldn’t stop the guilt from eating away at his stomach. He was supposed to be leader of this group! How had he not seen what had been going on? How had he not been able to tell that Spencer had been lying to them?
“None of us need to let our guilt get the better of us.” With his usual calm, Dave looked at them. His words drew all eyes to him. “I know you guys feel guilty. Hell, I do too. Even though we all know better, we know we’re not at fault, it won’t change the fact that we feel guilty. But we can’t let that consume us. Reid’s going to need us a lot for the next while. All we can do now is be there for him. We can’t change the past, but we can work on fixing the present. Everyone should go home, do what we suggested and rest up. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
CMCM
The ride to Morgan’s house was mostly a blur for Spencer, at least the parts he was awake for. He only really became coherent when he heard his door open and a familiar pair of arms was picking him up. Without thought, he brought his arms up to wrap them around Morgan’s neck. Still, he had to try and at least pretend to protest. “I can walk.”
“Never said you couldn’t, baby boy. But you’re dead on your feet. Let me spoil you a little bit.”
Spoil him, hm? Instead of feeling flustered at that thought, Spencer just let himself relax. Right then, in his sleepy mind, being spoiled didn’t seem too bad. He let himself lay in Morgan’s strong arms, sheltered and safe and comfortable, paying no attention to anything else around him. He felt their movement pause, vaguely hearing the keys, and then they were moving again.
“You want to go straight to bed or you want to get clean first?”
Oh, getting clean sounded wonderful. “Clean.” He murmured. Again they were moving. In a moment of déjà vu, Spencer felt himself get set on the bathroom counter before Morgan moved over to the tub. The last time that had happened, Spencer had been terrified about Morgan finding out the truth about him. Now that truth was out and Morgan was still here, still by his side. He watched through half lidded eyes while Morgan turned the water on. Instead of starting the shower, though, Morgan adjusted the water temperature and then stuck the plug in, running a bath.
He straightened up and looked over at Spencer. Seeing that he was being watched, the older man smiled. “You’re supposed to leave your brace on and I don’t think it’s waterproof. I thought a bath might be a little easier on you.”
After everything he’d heard, Morgan was still here. Not only here, but running you a bath and looking at you with that same loving expression. There’s a little more protectiveness there and an extra bit of worry, but that’s understandable considering the circumstances. The point is, he’s still here. There’s still love in his eyes. Somehow, you got lucky. Don’t screw this up.
He lifted his hands to try and start to unbutton his shirt. Before he even got the first button undone, Morgan’s hands were there, moving his out of the way. “Let me help you, Spencer.” He looked up, flashing Spencer a heart-melting grin. “I told you; let me spoil you a little.” Then he proceeded to undo Spencer’s shirt and help him out of it. Once he had that off, he squatted down and took off Spencer’s shoes and socks, adding them to the pile. Standing up, he helped Spencer off the counter and helped him with his pants and boxers.
Spencer felt a slight blush in his cheeks at standing naked before him while Morgan was fully clothed. Even though Morgan had already seen all of him there was to see, it was still just a little embarrassing. But it was something he told himself he would happily get used to. He watched Morgan move over to the tub, shutting the water off now that the water was ready. Just as he turned to help Spencer to the tub, the young man worked up the courage to smile and ask “Aren’t you joining me?”
Surprise lit Morgan’s eyes first. It was quickly followed by a grin. “Yeah, I’ll join you.”
He couldn’t stop himself from watching as Morgan stripped down. Each new bit of exposed skin had Spencer’s stomach tightening. He’s so beautiful. It was true. Morgan was a beautiful man. Smooth dark skin, defined muscles, all just begging to be touched. Part of Spencer watched and appreciated while the other part of him wanted to sigh. He was way too sore for any ‘play’ tonight. His body wouldn’t be up for it. The bruises he’d gained from his fight with Quentin left him aching and his hand was already throbbing. He probably should have taken another of his pain relievers, but he wanted to avoid those as much as possible.
The older man finished stripping and stepped into the tub first. He sat down and settled back in the water, leaning against the end of the tub. Then he held a hand out for Spencer. What else could he do but take that hand and let Morgan help him down into the tub? With a small sigh he settled between Morgan’s legs, leaning his back against his love’s chest. Morgan’s arms came around him, hands resting on his waist.
Another sigh slipped out, this one of contentment. Spencer felt his eyes slide shut and knew that he could easily fall asleep here. It amazed him that he was so at ease. In comparison to how shy he would have been just weeks ago, this was amazing. I never thought I’d be this comfortable with another person. Letting them see so much of me. Letting them touch me this way. The fact that we’re both naked in here doesn’t scare me or make me nervous or afraid. It…it turns me on in one sense and relaxes me in another. No one but Morgan has ever made me feel this good about myself.
For the moment, nothing else seemed to exist for them. There was nothing for him but the warm water, easing the aches in his body, Morgan wrapped around him, and the steady beat of their hearts.
He felt the rumble in Morgan’s chest from his soft chuckle. “Let’s get you cleaned up before you pass out in here, baby boy.” He reached out to grab a cup, stretching just a little to reach the bathroom counter. Once he had it they both settled back against one another. “Lay your head back on my shoulder. I’ll get your hair wet so we can wash it.”
Spencer followed his directions, relaxing even more. He closed his eyes and just let himself enjoy the water being poured over his hair, the feeling of Morgan’s fingers running over his scalp. Then the shampoo was added. Just barely Spencer resisted moaning a little when Morgan’s fingers worked the shampoo into his hair. God that felt good! He never would have suspected that someone washing his hair would feel so good.
Once Morgan had the shampoo all worked in, he took the cup and started to rinse him off. Spencer just kept his eyes closed so he could continue to enjoy the sensation. If this is being spoiled, I think I’ll let him do it more.
“You’re hair sure is long when it’s wet.” Morgan commented softly. He ran his fingers through it. “I like it long like this.”
Feeling those fingers stroking his hair and his scalp again, Spencer could only respond with a small moan. He was almost embarrassed by that. Almost. He felt too good to really care about being embarrassed. The sound must have pleased Morgan, though. He heard his lover growl slightly by his ear. “Quit making those sounds, baby boy, or this relaxing bath is going to turn into something much different and I doubt your body could handle it right now.”
Spencer couldn’t help it. He arched his neck a little, leaning more into Morgan’s touch, a small sound escaping his lips. “You want me to stop then quit what you’re doing.” He murmured. Not that he wanted Morgan to stop. Oh, no. It felt so good. Morgan gave a gentle little tug to his hair and Spencer moaned again. He heard Morgan echo the sound and could feel behind him the reaction he was creating in him.
Suddenly Morgan’s lips were on the side of his neck, nipping lightly at one of the few spots that wasn’t bruised. The little bite had Spencer gasping and shifting a little. When he heard Morgan moan against his skin, Spencer bit his lip, shifting again, this time on purpose. He pushed back just a little, enjoying it when Morgan’s hips pushed against hip. Is there anything more empowering, more of a turn on, than knowing you can drive your partner crazy? He loved getting those responses from Morgan.
“This wasn’t what I had planned.” Morgan sucked in the bottom of Spencer’s ear, giving it a light bite before letting it go. “But you’re awfully hard to turn down.”
“Who says you have to?”
At Spencer’s words, Morgan sucked in a breath. His hand fisted lightly in Spencer’s hair, turning his head enough that Morgan could capture his lips. Spencer didn’t hesitate to respond. His body was starting that familiar tingle. That tingle grew when Morgan’s tongue thrust into his mouth, tasting and teasing him. Spencer couldn’t stop himself from moaning into the kiss.
He felt one of Morgan’s hands slide away from his stomach, moving down his thigh, tracing the skin there. Shamelessly, Spencer let his legs fall open, resting them against Morgan’s. Their kiss broke and Morgan’s mouth moved toward his ear again. “Do you want me to touch you, Spencer?” The low, husky note to Morgan’s voice made Spencer shiver. He’d come to love hearing that sound in Morgan’s words. “Is that what you want, hmm?” His hand kept stroking Spencer’s thigh, moving close without quite touching what Spencer wanted him to.
His hips moved, trying to get Morgan to touch him the way he wanted to be touched. “Please.” The plea slipped out like a breathy whisper.
“Look at you, writhing and moaning. You’re so damn sexy like this, pretty boy. Do you realize that? All flushed and excited. Quivering against me. Do you know how much you turn me on?”
A whimper slipped out. Morgan knew what it did to Spencer when he talked like that. They’d discovered that quickly. Hearing Morgan talk dirty to him in that husky, straight sex voice never failed to turn Spencer on. He grew harder with each word. “Derek, please, please…!”
Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Morgan’s hand went up his thigh again, higher this time until finally—sweet Jesus! Finally!—he wrapped his fingers around Spencer’s aching cock. The young man’s hips jumped and he groaned. Instantly he rocked his hips, starting the friction his body was craving while grinding him against Morgan at the same time. He was rewarded with Morgan’s moan as well as a slight tightening in the hand that was in his hair. He didn’t stop to think about the fact that he’d hated when Michael pulled his hair, but it was turning him on even more to have Morgan do it. Just like every time he was with Morgan this way, his brain was shutting down and all he could do was feel.
“God, Spencer.” Morgan groaned. His hand started to move; long, slow pulls that were driving Spencer mad. “You’re so fucking hot. You drive me crazy.”
Spencer was too lost to say a thing. His hips kept moving in time with Morgan’s fist, pushing back against his lover each time he did to try and create that friction for him too. Morgan’s hips started to move as well. The water splashed around them, the sound seeming to echo in the small bathroom, but it was soon drowned out by the moans and whimpers that fell from Spencer’s lips.
All the while, Morgan continued to whisper in his ear, his words making the fire in Spencer grow. “That’s it, baby boy. Let it go. You always held back a little at the house, knowing someone was watching. Let it all go. I love watching your face, hearing those sounds. No one can see you but me. No one else can hear you.”
He did just as Morgan said. How could he do anything else? There was no one here to watch them. Spencer let go of his control, let go of his inhibitions, turning himself over to the talented hands of his lover. Higher and higher he climbed, his good hand rising up to wrap around Morgan’s head, pulling him in close for a desperate kiss. He was so close. Oh, so close!
When Morgan’s hand picked up speed, so did Spencer’s hips. He heard Morgan’s harsh breathing as their kiss broke. Could see through hazy eyes the look on Morgan’s face that said he, too, was close. A minute later Spencer saw nothing. His orgasm washed over him, tearing through his insides. His hips thrust up into Morgan’s fist and he let out a throaty scream, his head dropping to Morgan’s shoulder while his back arched. He heard Morgan’s deep groan and felt his hips jump as well, thrusting against his back a few more times as the older man let himself go, spilling his seed between them.
Pleasure hummed through Spencer; delicious little aftershocks that left his limbs trembling. His eyes closed and he melted into Morgan’s embrace, breathing heavily. This was heaven. His limbs felt loose and heavy and he knew he could easily drift off to sleep here.
After a few minutes, Morgan bent and kissed his temple, chuckling slightly against his skin. “We’ll have to drain the water and rinse off now.” But he didn’t sound like he minded at all. “Grab the plug, baby boy, before you fall asleep and I have to figure out how to get you out of here without drowning you.”
Using his toes, Spencer pulled the plug, keeping the rest of him still. He really didn’t want to move. That nice hazy feeling was settling over him. He barely paid any attention as the water drained away, but he made a small whining sound when Morgan shifted them. It just made Morgan chuckle again. The water was turned back on and Morgan used the cup to rinse them off.
When he was done he helped Spencer out of the tub. It was a good thing he did, too, because Spencer’s legs felt like noodles. He couldn’t help laughing softly at the sensation. They stood there, toweling dry, smiling at one another.
Morgan tossed his towel into the hamper. Then he stepped forward, cupping Spencer’s cheek and kissing him. “I love you, Spencer Reid.”
It was the first time those words had been said with his real name. The emotion it sent arrowing through him had his heart lifting and his eyes pricking with tears. He turned his head a little to kiss Morgan’s palm. “I love you too, Derek Morgan.” No other words had ever been truer, or more perfect.
Morgan pulled him close for another kiss. When they broke apart, both were smiling. “Come on. Let’s go get some sleep.”
Together, the two moved down the hall, not even bothering to throw on pajamas as they climbed into bed. Spencer thought to himself that the day had been hard and tomorrow would be harder, but right in that moment, lying in the circle of Morgan’s arms, things were pretty damn good.