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fagraymond · 2 years

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FAGRAYMOND'S DRAFT MASTERLIST : criminal minds

BOTH PLANNED AND UPCOMING FICS LISTED ( for my sake ) | the orange colored ones are the fics on top priority.

MOREID

Courier | FIC SERIES, same AU ILYDM is set in | An AU where Derek Morgan is an assistant for one of the many billionaires in America, and is tasked to take out his boss's possible partners on a date first before he does; and finds himself falling over another, more charming, billionaire. By the name of Spencer Reid, rich because of his many occupations. And nothing can possibly go wrong, because he's so nice and more compassionate than any other loaded professional he's ever seen. So he can't help but feel joy blossom in his chest, as the date goes horribly for the billionaires.

MORCEID

Lilo | SFW FIC SERIES | An Au where the first time the rest of the BAU has ever heard of a Dr. Spencer Reid was through a not-so secretive phone call, the name fondly said by their technical analyst herself; followed by very interesting word choices by hers truly.

If you were to be so kind | NSFW FIC SERIES | Reid knows everything that has to do with sex, with it being such a common theme among the criminal cases they get in the BAU; and Garcia and Morgan are willing to see how much he knows with a little social experiment between them and the genius himself.

GARCEID

Nothing hurts More than This | NSFW HURT FIC, nsfw as in oh my fuck the other is being tortured kind of way | Garcia and Reid are trapped in a hostage situation, and It's so hard for her to look away as Reid leads the unsub to his bait - his so called 'genius plan' that consisted of him getting hurt to the point of near death; so Garcia doesn't have to.

MORCIA

Stupidity at its Kindest | SFW FIC, hotchreid side pairing | After Morgan finds himself wandering aimlessly around a dog park with Clooney, It's almost as if the universe heard his bemoaning and decided to give him the chance to meet someone that'll make his life less boring. Just so he could shut up.

HOTCHREISS

Morning Starts | NSFW FIC SERIES <- lots of morning sex, set in season 7! | It's that time of Reid's life where sex is the only thing in his mind, and Prentiss and Hotch see that as clear as day. It would've been awkward, if only they weren't so infatuated with the man already; then maybe the first thing in their mind wouldn't be how to accommodate to his urges and how to please him.

HOTCHREID

My kind of man | NSFW FIC | No matter how many times Hotch denies it; nothing turns him on more than a beautiful man curled up on a couch, reading a book, wearing glasses, and comfy as can be. It would only be a matter of time before Hotch can't stop himself from ruining his poor boyfriend, a common occurrence with Reid, who was the epitome of keeping calm & read a book.

Once upon a century | SFW FIC | Reid and Hotch had undergone their fair share of adventures, so many in their ever stretched life times that some were easily left in the past. But all of that changes, when Jack asks for a bed time story, and Reid decides to tell stories of his life like a story book.

Phantom Touch | NSFW FIC | Spencer, Single and Alone during one of the rare BAU black out weeks, wants to try out oral sex, and his mind suplies him a surogate partner to fill in the void of air and his own hands, to something more, and Aaron Hotchner seems to be the only one fitting enough for his sweet, disgusting sexual scenarios.

HOTCHMORCEID

HOTCHMOREID

Mind does Wonders | NSFW FIC | When Spencer's looking intently into the distance, it meant either he was thinking deeply or formulating a plan; all that Hotch is certain about today, is that Reid is getting lost in himself frequently, and the bathroom has been his favorite spot.

Like a family | SFW FIC | Reid is like a family, Hotch and Hank think so, and Morgan and Hotch can't agree with them more. Every day he goes through great lengths to make the kids's life worth while, so much so that one day; Jack calls him Papa, and Hank follows suit. He really was like family.

My hands are Cold | SFW FIC, jemcia side rel | it's winter and Spencer isn't used to the harsh new england weather, so Morgan lets Hotch into his plan, three days early for autumn; objective? Turn his house into a comfortable geek cave for their most lovable nerd.

MORREINISS

Loser Pool | NSFW FIC | Prentiss, Reid and Morgan are known to gather a crowd whenever they get too loud at each other; from bets, to lighthearted arguments, but what happens when neither of them could contain themselves in the conference room? An Audience.

MORCEREINISS

Devils Wear Prada | NSFW FIC, Monster AU | An AU where every unit in the FBI has at least one monster, and that's what makes the BAU so unique, They have two.

Sin Parade | NSFW FIC, same AU as Devils Wear Prada | Monsters naturally prey on the weakest, having their own perception on 'weak' and for both Prentiss and Morgan, It appears to be sexual pureness and there's only two agents in the BAU that're sexually pure.

+ sin parade adjacent blurb, pure sex

JEMILY

For as long as you'll have Me | SFW FIC, Somewhat Soulmate AU | Emily loved everything about the one and only Jennifer Jareau. She was elegant to her very core - her colors were unlike any other. White meant she was one of a kind, but there were moments where she would flash pink -- and pink meant that she was with her forever lover, and she only did so whenever she spent time her.

JENREID

Enthusiasm | SFW FIC, in the same universe as Lilo | JJ knows Reid more than Reid knows himself, so It's not odd that JJ has him on her emergency dial, the only bad thing is that some of their calls get a little bit too long. Calling even at the most unconventional times.

JENREINISS

JENCIA

PRENCIA

POLY!BAU ( excluding rossi and gideon ! )

Neck Bites | NSFW FIC | One faithful night after a case, while they're driving to the airport to get back to Quantico, stressed yet calm; the only logical thing for them to do was to take turns fucking Reid and Garcia in the SUV. Cause what else were they supposed to do?

Money Experiment | NSFW FIC SERIES | Hotch has been a single father for two years, and money is tight in downtown washington D.C with a son that he prioritizes more than he does himself. An opportunity surfaces itself to him, and he would be a fool to pass it off.

Kill for me | NSFW FIC, hannibal!au | It was fucked up, Reid knew that, but he would do anything for his significant others. Even if it meant he would have to get his hands dirty.

You're a Goddess, Woman. | NSFW FIC | Penelope loves her friends, but it hits hard when she realizes that they have been participating in ordeals she wouldnt mind to be apart of behind her back.

BAU ( including rossi and gideon ! )

It starts at May 16th | SFW HURT FIC | After the startling death of Diana Reid, The BAU organize a plan to help the young genius with his emotions. A Plan that they'll only hope help him grieve, to have him stay at their house, to avoid living in his apartment with so much reminders of his mother.

Reverse Shibboleth | HALLOWEEN FIC SERIES | People in a small town in texas are getting phone calls from their dead loved ones, that are becoming increasingly more desperate. ( prompt by @/creativepromptsforwriting )

Miracle Workers | BAU!CRIMINAL AU | Everything they did was driven by their wish for control; to have the world be safe from the ever constant fear of being hunted by their own. Blood, sweat, tears laid in long-stringed years that became more like a blur as they looked back to the times when they weren't in the comforts of each other, barely knowing how they managed to cope without their friends, the BAU and who they are now. Except of course Dr. Spencer Reid and David Rossi, who both remember things better than most, that they can never forget who they were and what they used to stand, battle, bleed and bruise for.

Dance with me, Death | NSFW FIC, nsfw as in wow that's a lot of fucked up deaths | In a Unit filled with immortals, it's not hard to connect the dots that everyone has stared death in the eyes before, and said no. Seaver finds that out, one by one. Starting with the infamous Agent Hotchner; her unit chief.

Puppy Luv | SFW FIC, puppy boy reid my beloved him :) | temporarily : the BAU handles a lot during their day to day lives, and Reid fully plans on being apart of the small proportion where they couldn't do anything but play along because who were they to deny him of his wants? not them, certainly not them. Garcia would kill them instantly.

Bark like a Dog, Talk like a Gentleman | SFW FIC | Instincts were hard to supress, so It was impressive to say the least to witness their freshest face push them down easily like it was as normal as breathing oxygen. Concerning as it was, and 7 years has passed, and only once has his facade faltered. Because it was april 1st, AKA Prentiss and Morgan's field day.

To see within the eyes of the beholder | SFW FIC | Garcia loves her team, but sometimes she needs to see them outside of their work. See them alive, see them fresh. So every year, she demands them to make their own 'vlog' and this year's was special. Because half the team has left, and tomorrow was her own leaving day, and the only thing she wants is to see them, one more time.

OTHER PAIRS ( i'm a sucker for rare pairs, yes i will suck in the side and reoccuring characters for this one, i love them all your honour )

Properties of W.L | SFW FIC, it's kinda jokey too but there ARE some nsfw jokes littered around | The team have all known JJ and Spencer for years, and both were the personifications of I'm happy with not spending money for myself. It causes an uproar in the conference room when the two of them walk in with expensive clothing, and pretty matching jewelry with the words 'property of W.l'.

MISC

untitled roleswap au, untitled parenting fic, three untitled pet sitting aus, 7 untitled hurt fics, 5 addiction fics, 4 abuse recovery fics and 12 fluff blurbs

#posting this just so i can have input #which fic would people like to read it's a social experiment ( i need motivation )#totally did not post this accidentally.. whaat

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hotchxreid · 2 years

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Title: Two a.m.

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Rating: Explicit 18+ minors DNI

Words: 7k

Summary: Looking to for a reprieve in the middle of the night, Derek and Spencer meet each other in a bar in NYC

Warning: explicit sexual content, smut, dirty talk, pet names, first encounters, oral sex, anal sex, hair pulling, bar theme, alcohol, hookkups

A/N: Special thanks to Mer @artcake for letting me use their moreid art, and Maze @tobias-hankel for beta reading!

Read on: Ao3

“At 2 a.m. everyone in New York City is empty and asking for someone.” - Natalie Diaz

Spencer flicked the butt of his cigarette, watching the stragglers as they made their way through the night. The city that never sleeps. He huffed a chuckle at the thought as he took another drag, leaning against the outside of the bar, a fair distance away from the door. If only they could see the city right now, only the occasional vagabond and young drunks loudly making their way home without luck of finding even an open McDonalds.

Down the road, Derek made his way along the empty block, slipping by the young people who stumbled down the street. After a long day, he needed some sort of reprieve and was thankful to spot an open bar. As he headed for the entrance, he glanced over to see a young brunette man smoking outside of the bar, and he let his eyes rest on him for a moment too long.

Spencer smiled back at the dark, handsome man before he watched him slip inside.

Derek took in the bar. The low lighting, the music, the chatter, he found it comforting. He saddled up to the bar, flagging the bartender and ordering two shots to start with. They went down like water. He ordered a third drink and settled in as he took notice of the locals at the bar.

Outside, Spencer didn’t rush his smoke, taking his time to let the nicotine settle in his bones and calm him down. He stubbed it out against the brick wall before throwing it out in the trash and heading back inside. He sat a respectable one seat away from the handsome man and held up a hand for the bartender’s attention, who just nodded and began working on his usual rum and coke.

Derek noticed as the man from outside sat at the bar. He took a sip of his whiskey, taking note of the fact that the bartender knew his order. “Are you a regular around here?” He asked the man in between sips of his whiskey.

Spencer gave him an easy smile after thanking the bartender and taking a sip of his drink. “I guess you could say that. This is my favorite time to write, and this is the latest bar open near where I live.” He fished in his messenger bag and pulled out a journal, giving it a wave toward the handsome stranger with brown eyes that twinkled.

“Are you an author or a journalist?” Derek asked with a raised brow. His gaze flickered from the journal to the man before him.

“Author,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink before smirking. “I don’t think journalists look quite as jaded as I do.”

“After a few years, maybe.” Derek countered with a chuckle. He finished his whiskey and flagged the bartender for another. “Looking for your big break?”

Spencer felt his face flush at the question, as he was never one to brag. He ducked his head and shrugged, unwilling to mention his numerous bestsellers. “You could say something like that,” he mumbled into his glass as he took a sip before asking, “What is it that you do?”

Derek watched his expression and made a note to ask him about it if it came up again. “I’m a firefighter, but I was in the military before that.” He said before he took a sip of his whiskey. “A fireman in New York seemed like a nice change of pace.”

The young author gave a sensible chuckle before asking, “What branch were you in?” He let his gaze sweep over the man’s form, humming appreciatively at what he saw there. Thick biceps bulged under the man’s shirt that also clung to huge pecs. That was a body meant for hard work. The young author licked his lips at the sight.

Derek smiled as he caught Spencer’s gaze. “Navy because blue is my color,” He joked lightly. “I was in special warfare and reconnaissance.”

Spencer gave a low whistle in appreciation. “Special warfare and reconnaissance, that’s some pretty heavy stuff. You’ll have to tell me more about it sometime. I’m sure I could use it in one of my books.”

“I’m sure I could give you plenty of inspiration for your books.” Derek let his gaze run over Spencer before meeting his eyes again. He extended his hand over to him. “Derek.”

Spencer raised an eyebrow slightly with a knowing smile. He gripped the man, Derek’s, hand in a warm shake. He wet his lips at the feeling of it encompassing his own slimmer hand.

“Spencer. A pleasure to meet you, Derek.”

“Nice to meet you as well.” Derek nodded and polished off the rest of his whiskey. “So, how many books have you written, Spencer?”

“Ah, fourteen,” he said softly. He always clammed up when talking about himself. It’s why he hated doing author events. “Sorry, fifteen. One was just published a few weeks ago.” He quickly finished his drink and flagged the bartender for another. It didn’t seem like he’d get any writing done this evening anyway.

“Fifteen? You must write all of the time. Wow…fifteen books. That is a cause to celebrate. Would you like a drink on me?” he offered. Before Spencer had time to answer, Derek was waving at the bartender and calling, “I’ll have what he’s having!” His cheeks already felt warm, and he was loosening up, his smile wide and bright.

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head at the scene he was causing. “On a fireman and veteran’s salary? Thank you, but I’ve got it covered.” He caught the bartender's gaze. “Add him to my tab, Ethan.” He smiled warmly at Derek before gesturing to the seat between them. “May I?”

“Of course.” Derek nodded and patted the seat before taking a sip of his drink. “You think that I can’t afford to buy a handsome author a drink?” He asked with a raised brow and a chuckle.

“So you think I’m handsome,” Spencer replied with a smirk.

He scooted into the seat beside Derek, letting their knees brush and leaving his there, seeing what the other would do. “I’m sure you could, but as a bestselling author I have more than enough to share, and no one to share it with. Let me take care of it. Please.”

“I’ll let this one slide.” Derek agreed with a nod. He pressed his knee back against Spencer’s.

“And I thought that it was obvious that I find you attractive. Although, I know that the feeling is mutual. I caught you checking me out before I entered the bar.” He grinned proudly at his observation.

“Look at you, my little detective,” Spencer cooed with a playful smile, placing a warm hand on Derek’s knee. “I wouldn’t happen to be the reason why you picked this bar, would I?”

“You might be.” Derek took a long sip of his drink. “I wouldn’t want to ruin the end of the story though.” He held Spencer’s gaze.

“Oh, we have a story, do we?” Spencer teased, letting his thumb brush back and forth against the rough jeans underneath his hand.

“Only if you’re interested in writing one with me.” Derek offered, leaning back against the seat. His fingertips brushed over the top of Spencer’s hand.

“I think I’d like that very much, Derek,” he replied with a warm smile. He turned his hand palm up in invitation.

Derek took Spencer’s hand in his own and stood up. Drink in hand, he led him back to the dimly lit pool tables with a grin. “How about a round of pool then?” He asked with a raised brow.

Spencer took the hand but blanched at the subject. “Ah, I’ll admit I don’t have the best hand-eye coordination,” he said sheepishly.

“Then I’ll give you some pointers.” Derek offered, winking at Spencer. He placed a few quarters into the table before he set up the balls. He applied fresh chalk to the ends of the cues and held one out for Spencer. “I’ll break.”

“Thank god,” the author mumbled as he accepted the pool cue. “It’s been years since I played.” Spencer watched the other man set up the table, appreciating the way his arm muscles flexed as he rolled the balls in the triangle. And okay, maybe he checked out his ass when he leaned over the table as well.

The muscular man lined up his shot before breaking the triangle, shoulders flexing beneath his tight shirt. The solid blue ball fell into the corner pocket. He lined up another shot, but the red ball missed the pocket. “You’re stripes.” He stated as he made his way around the table to Spencer. “Let me see your form.”

Spencer huffed, lining up his shot. He screwed one eye shut, his tongue poking out in concentration before he pulled back and shot… And completely whiffed the cue ball. “Damnit,” he pouted.

Derek gave a small chuckle as he watched Spencer. It was cute - how he poked his tongue out. He rested his pool cue aside and stood behind him. “You’re too tense… you want to relax a bit and aim using your hand like this.” He guided him, resting one hand over Spencer’s left as he gently pressed up against the slim man’s back.

Spencer’s breath hitched when he felt the other man’s warm, solid chest up against his back. He swallowed nervously before settling against the comfortable weight behind him, trying to mimic how Derek was showing him how to aim the cue. “Like this?”

“Perfect,” Derek commented with a nod. His right arm gently put Spencer’s same arm at the correct angle to strike the cue ball. “Take the shot.” He said, pulling back a bit but lingering behind him to watch.

Spencer nodded, letting out a breath before making the shot. It connected with the cue, knocking into other balls, and displacing them across the table, even though none went in the pocket. He pursed his lips again, turning to land pleading eyes on Derek.

“You’ll get there,” Derek said with a smirk. He moved away and picked up his pool cue. He leaned over the table at the hip and took his shot, sinking one ball but missing the next one.

“Nice!” Spencer complimented with a smile before sliding up to the table with his own cue in hand. He tried to line up the shot before pouting, once again and turning to face Derek. “Can you help me again?”

“Of course.” Derek nodded, a small chuckle leaving him. He stood behind Spencer, guiding him again. “Think about where you’d have to hit the striped ball to get it in the pocket, then hit the cue.” He murmured against his ear as he lined up the shot. His hands hovered over Spencer’s.

Spencer tried not to think too much about the soft breath against his ear, smelling the whiskey and cologne and something headier - muskier. Warm hands laid atop his as Derek was pressed to his back, and his last thought was, I can get used to this , as he pulled back and took the shot.

Miraculously, he sank the striped ball.

“Alright! That was a nice one!” Derek raised his hands in the air, a cheer leaving him. A hand came to rest on Spencer’s back for a moment. “Think that you could do it again?”

Emboldened by the hand on his back, he turned to give Derek a coy smile, the space between them all but disappearing. “I think I’d rather do something else.”

“What would you rather do?” Derek’s gaze flickered between Spencer’s eyes and his lips. Derek moved his hands to rest against the old wooden pool table behind Spencer. His body was warm against Derek’s, and he caught a hint of something cool, slightly floral.

Spencer licked his lips, gazing at Derek’s before flicking his eyes back up. “I’d like to kiss you.” It was just above a whisper, just for the two of them to hear.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Derek murmured back to him - holding his gaze. He leaned down, his lips inches away from Spencer’s. “I hope that you kiss better than you shoot pool,” he teased, smirking.

The author smirked back, and instead of answering with words he placed gentle hands on the sides of Derek’s neck and closed the distance between them. He hummed contently as their lips connected, soft and sweet.

Derek was surprised by how gentle Spencer’s hands were as they held his neck. He returned Spencer’s kiss, meeting him there with everything he could. He shifted closer, his body lightly pressing against the lithe author. He felt as though he was being pulled closer to him - like two magnets coming together.

Spencer moved his lips against Derek’s. He relaxed against the strong body before him, hands sliding up the back of his neck and scratching at the soft skin he found there.

A low groan left the firefighter as he wrapped one arm around Spencer’s waist, pressing him flush against himself. He followed Spencer’s rhythm, searching for his lips whenever they were apart.

“Hey, get a room, Reid!” Spencer heard the bartender yell good-naturedly. The aforementioned man just smirked against Derek’s lips and flipped the bartender off over the back of his shoulder, pressing himself impossibly close.

After a few more moments of being pressed against Spencer, he broke their kiss. He took a deep breath before he opened his eyes to look at him. “Not much of a regular, huh?” He joked with a grin.

Spencer hummed, or maybe it was more of a purr, as he looked into Derek’s eyes. “If you remember correctly, I never said I wasn’t,” he teased right back. His fingertips danced up and down the back of Derek’s neck, content to just drink in the sight of the man. “So, how’d I do?”

“You are a much better kisser than you are a pool player.” Derek retorted. His heavy gaze flickered back to Spencer’s lips before meeting his eyes again. He pressed into Spencer’s touch, softening at the feeling of his fingers causing chills to rub down the back of his neck.

They lingered like that for a moment before Spencer gently brushed the tip of his nose against Derek’s. “So, ah, do you want to? Get a room?” He asked, suddenly nervous.

“I would be very interested in getting a room,” Derek reassured, sensing the change in his demeanor. He pulled back a bit, giving them both room to breathe. “Do you want to ‘get a room’?” He questioned, his thumb gingerly brushing back and forth against his lower back.

“I’d really like that. Like I said, my place is close . . .” Spencer wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck. He bit at his lip, still nervous the other man might turn him down.

“Then lead the way, pretty boy,” Derek murmured against Spencer’s ear. He nipped the tip of his ear playfully and squeezed him close to himself, loving the way his angular body fit against his own.

Spencer gasped, thankful that he was pressed close, and no one had to see the way his dick twitched in his pants at the bite. “Keep acting like that, and we won’t make it, mister,” he threatened under his breath, his cheeks pink.

“Oh? And why won’t we make it?” Derek challenged, tugging on his ear lobe briefly. He scattered small kisses and nips along his jaw.

Spencer bit his lip to try to subdue a moan, tilting his head back to allow Derek more room. “Cause I’ll just beg you to take me in the alley next door,” he whispered breathlessly, nails scraping against the back of Derek’s head lightly, just enough to leave a tingling pressure.

Derek practically purred, pressing himself against Spencer - already becoming hard. “Don’t tempt me. I’d rather take my time with you.”

Spencer felt desire twist in his gut at those words. He angled their heads together and kissed Derek hard and dirty, groaning lowly. His hands roamed from the top of his back to the waistband of his jeans as his hips gently thrust against Derek’s.

With a growl, Derek pressed Spencer back against the pool table, causing it to shift across the floor. He tugged on the other man’s bottom lip with his teeth, releasing it after a moment. Feeling Spencer buck his hips against him almost made him moan.

“So are you going to lead the way or not?”

“Shit, yeah...” Spencer mumbled, his mind feeling a bit scrambled. He pecked Derek’s lips before straightening up and adjusting himself in his pants. He cleared his throat before heading back to the bar to grab his bag and throw two hundred-dollar bills on the counter. “For your troubles. Have a good night, Ethan.”

“Yeah, thanks, man!” Derek chimed in with his big, dimpled smile. The bartender just smiled back and shook his head at the pair, continuing to clean the glasses and steins.

Spencer turned and held a hand out to Derek. “Shall we?”

Derek nodded and took Spencer’s hand, following him out of the bar. The cool night air felt nice on his warm face.

“So, you wanna tell me what had you crawling into a bar at two am?” Spencer asked with a soft smile, squeezing Derek’s hand as they walked.

The fireman chuckled. “I couldn’t sleep, so what better way to spend the night than out and about.” He answered with a shrug. He glanced over at Spencer.

“I don’t know, maybe taking a melatonin and counting sheep?” Spencer teased. They turned the corner and he gestured to the building he lives in before letting them in. “I’d say I hope you don’t mind stairs, but you are a fireman in New York City.”

“I have a love-hate relationship with stairs,” he chuckled as they went up a few flights before reaching Spencer’s door.

It opened to a very nice studio apartment, the kitchen on your left when you walked in, a lounge area with sofas in the middle, and his bed near the corner of where the wall-to-ceiling windows met drywall. There was a nightstand on either side, but other than that the bed was as close to the window as you could get.

Derek took his shoes off at the door as he looked around Spencer’s apartment. A low whistle left his lips. “Look at you, a big shot author with a studio apartment.” He said, glancing at Spencer with a smile. He squeezed his hand.

Spencer blushed and smiled, letting go of Derek’s hand to put his keys and bag away. “Was there a compliment in there somewhere?”

“Maybe.” Derek retorted, walking around the apartment, taking it all in. He leaned back against the back of one of the sofas. “But you have great taste.”

“Thank you,” Spencer said, suddenly nervous. He had a whole ass stranger in his apartment. He’d never done this before. “Uh, do you want something to drink? Some water, wine, uh, a soda?”

“I’d prefer you instead, but I could go for a glass of water.” He said rather honestly, unable to help but flirt with the adorable man whose apartment he was in. Derek sensed the change in Spencer’s demeanor, watching him with a soft gaze.

As the comment slowly registered in his mind, Spencer blushed hotly, his mouth gaping open for a moment before he fumbled for a glass from the cabinet. He swallowed hard, damning his shaking hands as he filled it.

Derek walked over to Spencer and leaned back against the island countertop behind him. His lips curled into a smile at the sight of his shaking hands. “Nervous?”

“No,” the young man immediately replied.

He passed the glass to Derek and wet his lips.

“Yes,” Spencer amended, looking down at his shoes.

Derek took a sip of water before he placed the glass aside. He placed tender hands on Spencer’s hips, thumbs brushing back and forth. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” He said softly, still smiling.

Spencer let out a stuttering breath, genuinely feeling better at Derek’s words. “Thank you,” he said as he placed his hands on Derek’s biceps. “I’ve just, um, never done this before.” He flicked his eyes up to Derek’s before looking back down.

“Then we’ll take it slow and if you want to stop, we stop.” He assured him with a nod, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “How does that sound?”

“Sounds good,” he replied softly, finally holding Derek’s gaze. He tilted his head up, eyes pleading for a kiss.

Derek leaned down to press a soft, warm kiss against Spencer’s lips. He pulled him closer, mere inches away from him. A comforting arm wrapped around him.

Spencer hummed, relaxing in Derek’s embrace. He kissed him slow and hard, sliding his hands up Derek’s arms to wrap around the back of his neck.

Derek turned them around to press Spencer’s back against the counter. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along his jaw.

Spencer exhaled heavily, letting his head drop back to give Derek more room. He rubbed the back of Derek’s head with his fingertips, encouraging him.

“How’re you feeling, handsome?” Derek murmured against his ear before he started to trail his lips down his neck. Every now and then he nipped at his skin.

Spencer felt goosebumps rise on his arms at hearing Derek’s deep voice rumble next to his ear. His hands reflexively clenched, causing him to scrape blunt nails against the back of Derek’s neck. “M’good.”

Derek led them back to Spencer’s bed slowly. He took a seat on the edge and pulled Spencer into his lap, feeling his body relax against his own. Derek trailed his lips back up to Spencer’s - kissing him hungrily and earning a tiny moan from Spencer’s plush lips. Strong arms wrapped around Spencer’s waist as he licked into Derek’s mouth, slowly losing his inhibitions.

Derek tangled his tongue with Spencer’s, a low groan slipping out. One hand ran up Spencer’s back before he tangled it in the hair at the base of his neck.

Spencer whimpered at the hand in his hair, immediately surging to kiss Derek harder, dirtier. He gripped the back of Derek’s shirt, pressing himself close.

Derek bit at Spencer’s lip with his teeth before kissing him roughly. His hand tightened in Spencer’s hair, tugging at the golden locks ever so slightly, testing the waters.

Spencer moaned into Derek’s mouth at the tug, his hips starting to gyrate in his lap. He moved in small slow circles, feeling his dick get hard in his jeans.

Derek’s hand moved down, grabbing Spencer’s ass. He broke their kiss, looking up at him. “What would you like, handsome?” He murmured against his jaw.

He rocked back into Derek’s hand, tugging at his shirt again. “I want you,” Spencer admitted breathlessly, now openly grinding down into his lap.

Derek couldn’t help but moan at the friction from Spencer’s hips. “I already knew that, pretty boy, but you’re going to have to be more specific.” His hips shifted beneath Spencer, his cock starting to strain against his jeans.

Spencer blushed hard, having trouble finding his words. Once he felt Derek’s hard cock rub against his own, though, he moaned loudly. “I want you to fuck me.”

Those words made Derek’s cheeks warm and his cock throb. His hands grasped Spencer’s ass, holding him firmly as he stood up and turned before placing him on the bed. His chest rose and fell swiftly. His fingers lingered and the edge of Spencer’s waistband, skimming the end of his shirt. “Can I undress you?” He murmured, practically thrumming with anticipation.

“Yes, please,” Spencer whispered, and Derek wasted no time pulling Spencer’s shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Spencer relaxed against his bed, the familiar touch and smell comforting to him. He lifted his hips minutely to encourage Derek to hurry it along as he watched him, hands resting easily crossed above his head.

The sight of Spencer’s hands crossed above his head made Derek’s pants uncomfortably tight. Derek trailed his fingertips down his shoulders, chest, and abdomen. He slipped Spencer’s shoes off before he nimbly undid the young man’s pants, bringing his boxers off with them. A small groan left his lips at the sight of Spencer. “You’re beautiful.” He murmured, breathless, as he roughly began tugging his own clothing off.

Spencer flushed, wriggling on the bed. He never did learn how to take a compliment. Even while reading book reviews he looked for the criticism because anything else just made him happy yet uncomfortable. He looked away until Derek stopped touching him, causing him to catch sight of the man stripping. Spencer caught his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying the skin there as his eyes roved over Derek’s form.

He looked at Spencer as he finished stripping and gave him a warm smile. “I hope that I look good enough for you.” He teased as he ran his fingertips along the length of his thighs. He found himself a bit nervous under Spencer’s warm gaze but remained still.

“You look so good, baby. C’mere,” Spencer purred lowly, loving how Derek’s cheeks flushed at the endearment. He lifted himself up enough to get his arms around Derek’s strong neck again. He tugged on the man, trying to get him to lay on top of him as he kissed all over his face and neck and the top of his chest.

Derek followed Spencer’s lead, his thighs resting on either side of Spencer’s naked thighs as he hovered over him. His breath hitched as Spencer’s lips kissed along his neck. He firmly planted one hand on the bed, the other weaving into Spencer’s hair.

Spencer wrapped his legs around Derek’s hips to pull him even closer, his ankles crossed against his ass. He purred once he felt the strong hand in his hair again, turning his head softly to kiss him hard and needy.

Derek returned his kiss, his tongue running along his bottom lip. The grip in his hair tightened as he pressed himself against Spencer, groaning as his cock pressed against his skin.

Spencer made a sound that was half sigh and half moan when he felt Derek’s hard cock press against him. Feeling emboldened, he reached his hand between them to grip Derek’s cock, giving him a soft kiss to the side of his mouth. “This okay, baby?”

Derek’s hips rolled forward, pressing into Spencer’s hand eagerly before he could even speak. “It’s more than okay,” He mumbled against his cheek, the tip of his nose brushing against his cheekbone.

Spencer smiled, starting to stroke him slowly from root to tip. He kissed Derek’s cheek, having relaxed once again in the man’s embrace. There was just something about him. “Mmm, how’s that feel?”

“Very good,” Derek breathed out, almost sighing. His hips pressed into Spencer’s hand every time he met his base. Derek hummed, nuzzling his neck, and peppering gentle kisses along it as his grip on Spencer’s hair tightened.

Spencer gasped, his hand stuttering for a moment before pressing his thumb against the slit. “P-Pull my hair,” he panted, his thighs gripping Derek tighter.

Derek grunted, hips eagerly pressing into Spencer’s thumb. He pulled down on his hair roughly, exposing the length of his neck. His gentle kisses became rough, hungry, teeth scraping against the delicate skin.

Spencer moaned loudly, bucking his hips up in search of some relief. “Oh, fuck yes,” he panted. He began pumping Derek’s dick again, loving the feeling of it against his palm.

Derek rocked his hips into Spencer’s palm as his mouth worked at the base of his neck. He kept a vice-like grip on his hair, holding him still. “I feel you desperately trying to find some sort of friction. Do you want me to stroke you or suck your cock?” He asked as he glanced up at him.

“Fuck,” Spencer groaned, drawing out the single syllabe at the offer and the tight hand in his hair. “Please suck me, suck my cock, please.” He licked his lips, tightening his grip on Derek for a moment before moving to hold his shoulders.

Derek released his hair and started to make his way down Spencer’s body. Lips ran across his skin until he came to rest between his legs. His hands ran up and down his inner thighs and settled on his hips. He slowly ran his tongue along his length, mouthing at the tip. He started to take him into his mouth, groaning at the taste, bobbing his head, and taking a little more of him each time.

“Oh fuck, Christ, Derek,” Spencer panted. His hands traveled to the back of his head, just resting there, and feeling Derek’s movements. The author threw his head back, unable to handle the feeling of Derek’s hot, wet mouth mixed with the sights and sounds.

Derek worked Spencer’s cock - switching between taking his whole length and willing himself to stay still as his throat tightened, using his hand to pump what was remaining. The sight of him flushed and panting only spurred him on. He wanted him to beg, to start to come undone, and writhe under him.

“Shit, just like that. So fucking good. Fucking Derek,” Spencer moaned. His fingers clenched in dark locks, his hips bucking at a particularly devious suck of Derek’s lips. His mouth was downright sinful.

Derek slid his other hand up Spencer’s body, playing with his nipples as he continued to work him. He relaxed as Spencer’s hips thrusted into his mouth, sucking as he pulled his hips back.

“Please, please, I’m gonna cum, I can’t-” Spencer cut himself off with a high-pitched moan. He didn’t know if he wanted to cum in Derek’s mouth or have the other man fuck him first.

Derek released Spencer’s cock with a wet pop. He grinned up at him after he pressed a small kiss to his inner thigh. “You can’t what, handsome?” He purred.

Spencer groaned, thudding his head against the bedspread. His thigh twitched at the soft kiss and he tried to catch his breath. He ran his fingers through Derek’s hair to push it out of his face as he looked down at the man. “Your mouth. I can’t take it.”

“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” Derek crawled back over Spencer, pressing soft kisses against his skin until he got to his mouth. He lightly tugged on his bottom lip. “Although, I couldn’t let you finish yet. Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll let you cum in my mouth after I’m done fucking you?” He murmured lowly with a raised brow. A gentle hand ran through Spencer’s hair.

Spencer let out a long moan at the idea, eyes closing shut. “Yes, please, whatever you want, just fuck me.” His hands had fallen to the bed once Derek crawled up his body and they rest around him like a halo.

“Only a little longer, handsome.” He pressed a slow kiss against his lips before he pulled away. He went into his wallet to retrieve a condom before going to his nightstand. “I’m assuming that there is some lube in here?” He asked. His eyes remained trained on Spencer.

“Mm, bottom drawer,” Spencer hummed. He let a hand trail down his chest before wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking it lazily as he waited for Derek.

He watched Spencer stroke himself as he retrieved the lube from his drawer. Derek sat between his legs, taking in the sight of him. “And what position are you feeling?” He offered.

“Like this? Wanna be able to kiss you.” Spencer bit his lip, blushing hard. He continued to stroke himself but peaked his eyes open to gaze at Derek.

Derek nodded, shifting closer to Spencer. He knelt between his thighs, placing the condom and lube aside to lift his hips and slide a pillow beneath them. He squirted a generous bit of lube onto his fingertips before pressing against Spencer’s entrance gently. He looked up at him, waiting patiently.

Spencer nodded, trying not to tense up nervously. He reached one hand down to hold Derek’s shoulder again, needing the man to ground him.

“We’ll go slowly. Remember, what you say goes, handsome.” Derek said. He waited for Spencer to nod his agreement before he slowly, tenderly worked one finger in and out. Spencer let out a soft exhale, trying to relax around Derek’s thick finger.

Once Derek felt Spencer loosen up, he added a second with more lube.

Spencer gripped Derek’s shoulder as he let out a deep moan, eyes falling shut. “Mmm, more, harder, please,” he asked softly, having grown comfortable asking Derek for what he wanted.

Dark eyes were focused on Spencer’s face as he worked a third finger inside of him, curling slightly to rub over that sweet spot. He began to increase the speed of his hand, giving into Spencer’s request.

“Oh! Oh fuck, fuck, yes,” Spencer moaned, seeing stars. His hands trailed through Derek’s hair, gripping hard as he lost himself in pleasure. “Please, please fuck me, oh god,” he moaned, head tossed back against the sheets.

Derek slowly removed his fingers from Spencer. He tore the condom open, pulling it over his throbbing cock and drawing out a moan. He applied extra lube generously. He shifted closer to Spencer, teasing him before pressing forward - the head of his cock slipping inside Spencer.

Spencer keened, because while Derek’s fingers felt fantastic, his cock was thick. He gripped the bedspread next to his head, twisting it in his fingers to get as much purchase on it as he could. His body flinched away from the intrusion of its own accord as he tried to steady his racing heart, taking quick shallow breaths.

Derek slowed as he felt Spencer’s body flinched away. He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking gently to relax him. “Mm, is my cock too thick for you? I thought that you wanted me.” He purred. His thumb ran over his slit.

“Oooh fuck, yes, I want you so bad,” Spencer moaned. His legs twitched at Derek’s teasing with his thumb and spread wider for him with a breathy exhale. “You’re so fuckin big, Derek.”

Derek pressed his hips forward again, pushing more of his cock into Spencer. A low moan left him. “You feel so good, baby boy.” He murmured, brushing his thumb back and forth against Spencer’s tip.

“Mmf, fuck,” Spencer gasped. He arched into Derek, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. Spencer sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to try to keep the noises from spilling too much.

Derek moved slowly, trying to keep Spencer comfortable. When the base of his cock pressed against him, his breath caught in his throat. He supported himself, hands resting on either side of his head. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the edge of his lips.

Spencer whimpered, turning his head to press his lips to Derek’s. He could barely control his movements, trusting this man to take care of him and make his body thrum with pleasure.

Derek began to roll his hips, tenderly thrusting in and out of Spencer. He kissed him warmly, his tongue running against his bottom lip.

Spencer moaned against Derek’s lips giving way for Derek’s tongue to slip inside as their kissing grew heated and sloppy. His breath hitched after one particular thrust and he gasped out, “There, right there.”

Derek nodded, breaking their kiss for a brief moment before reconnecting their lips. He kept his slow and steady thrusts, eager to give Spencer what he asked for.

Spencer wanted so much - he wanted this man so much, but he didn’t want to scare him away. He whimpered against his lover’s lips as Derek rolled his hips with precision. His hands twisted next to his head, reaching out above him to try to hold the headboard but he couldn’t reach it, feeling frustrated with no way to ground himself.

Derek trailed his mouth along his jaw, short pants slipping past his lips. “What do you want, handsome? Let me hear you.” He murmured against his cheek. His hips kept rolling forward, slapping against Spencer’s skin.

“Ooooh, fuck,” Spencer moaned at Derek’s words. “I want- I want you, mmmm,” he moaned, trying to find his words. The sounds they were making were obscene and distracted him from what he was saying, his hands stretching out above his head as he groaned at a particularly deep thrust.

Derek grunted, teeth dragging along Spencer’s neck. He kissed him roughly before pulling back to gaze down at Spencer. “You look so pretty, baby.” He groaned, hips twitching and missing a beat before he found his rhythm again.

Spencer moaned loudly, feeling the damn break at those words. “C-Can, mmm, can you hold me down? Wanna feel you all over me.” He panted, arching to get closer to those sinful lips.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” Derek shifted his weight carefully, slowing his thrusts to pin Spencer’s wrists above his head. He leaned down, capturing his lips again. His hips slammed against Spencer’s, returning to the pace that made him breathless. He wanted to savor every moment while he was pressed against him.

Spencer moaned lowly, wrapping his legs around Derek’s strong waist. “So good, so good, fuck yes,” he groaned. Feeling Derek all over him, pinning him down, made him finally lose his filter. “You’re so fucking strong, shit, I wanted you to fuck me into the mattress the second I saw you.” Derek felt his ears turn warm at Spencer’s words.

“Did you, baby boy? I could tell that you needed a good fucking.” He panted. Derek’s grip tightened on his wrists. He thrusted into him roughly, the headboard starting to hit against the wall. He could feel himself start to get close. Spencer was so tight around him, and he felt himself being pulled in even deeper by the legs wrapped around his waist.

“Yes, yes, need your cock, you fuck me so good,” he moaned. The words came out in a jumbled rush, every thrust punching a deep sound of pleasure out of him. Spencer gasped as Derek started to fuck him harder and Spencer was sure to encourage him. “Mmm, fuck yes, wanna come on your cock, please, please .”

Derek released one of Spencer’s wrists for only a moment - his hand grasping both of them while he snaked his other hand between their bodies. His weight pressed into Spencer’s wrists to hold him still as he writhed underneath him. He grasped his cock, letting his thrusts dictate how fast he stroked him. “Mm, how can I say no to a face as pretty as yours, baby boy.”

“Oh, oh-!” Spencer cried out before he came with a silent scream. His eyes rolled back, and his mouth hung open as he came hard. His thighs squeezed Derek tightly as his body seized up in pleasure before starting to tremble.

Derek couldn’t hold back any longer as Spencer tightened around him, a low groan rumbling from within his chest as he came. His forehead fell onto his shoulder, thrusting sloppily before his whole body became tense. He released the breath caught in his chest, his grip on Spencer’s wrists softening.

Spencer wet his lips, his body giving soft twitches as he came down from the high. He exhaled and nuzzled his nose against Derek’s cheek, practically purring.

Derek opened his eyes slowly, taking deep breaths as he oriented himself. Spencer’s gentle nuzzling somehow soothed him. He released his cock and wrists, resting his hands on either side of him. He lifted himself off of Spencer, gazing down at him warmly. “How’re you?” He asked softly.

Spencer hummed lightly, eyes fluttering until they peered up at the man above him. “M’good. Real good.” He shifted to stretch, giving a soft groan when he felt his back pop before settling back down and smiling shyly at Derek, hands coming to rest on his forearms. “How’re you?”

“I’m very good.” Derek nodded and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Are you ready for me to pull out?” He couldn’t help but smile down at him, especially at the sight of that shy smile.

“Mmhmm.” Spencer nodded. Part of him wanted to stay connected for a while but he also wanted to stretch and curl up with the other man. Even after what they did, it was Derek’s warm smile that made him blush.

He pulled his hips back, his breath hitching as he slipped from Spencer. His gaze lingered on his face. He squeezed one of his arms reassuringly. “Would you like some water? Is there anything that I could get you?” he asked as he took care of the condom, locating a garbage bin near the bed and tossing it inside.

Spencer hummed thoughtfully, his fingers brushing back and forth under Derek’s collarbone. “Water soon, but just stay here for now. Please?” He gazed up at the man in his bed through his eyelashes before bringing them back down to watch his fingers flit across skin tacky with sweat.

“Of course.” Derek nodded, shifting to lie down on his side. He rested an arm on Spencer’s waist. He enjoyed the warmth of his body next to his own. “Sorry if I’m a bit of a sweaty mess.”

Spencer gave a soft chuckle. “If you weren’t a sweaty mess I’d worry we did something wrong,” he teased. He pressed closer, encouraged by Derek’s arm draped over him. He was smiling up at Derek with warm eyes when a thought occurred to him. He didn’t want to kick this stranger out of his bed, or out of his home.

“Mm, I would have to agree with you.” Derek nodded. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss against Spencer’s lips before he relaxed against the pillow. “I’ll have to frequent that bar more often if you’ll be around.”

Spencer smiled brightly. “Or I could just give you my number.” It was out of his mouth before he could help himself. “I mean, that is, if you want, you don’t have to, it’s okay-“ he rambled on.

Derek chuckled. “Yes, I would like to get your number before I leave.” He said, his thumb brushed back and forth against Spencer’s hip.

Spencer couldn’t help but surge up to kiss Derek with a smile. His hands wrapped around the back of his neck as he pressed his lips firmly into Derek’s.

Derek kissed him deeply, pulling him close. He had a gentle grip on his hip. “I take that as a yes.” He murmured.

Spencer gave him one more quick and dirty kiss before pulling away with a smile. “Yes. Absolutely yes.”

“Don’t try to start anything. I don’t know if you can handle a round-two yet.” Derek challenged, squeezing his hip, raising a brow with a grin.

It seemed like two am was about to turn into an all-nighter.

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