Omega Reid sneaking into Alpha Morgan's hotel room in the middle of the night (Elle may or may not have taught him how to jimmy a lock back in the day-- but a magician never shares his secrets, after all). Morgan is dead asleep to the world, having been the lucky sonofabitch to get the single room this time; so he has his phone plugged in on the nightstand with some soft music playing, the curtains closed to keep out the city lights and sounds, and his blankets pulled up almost over his head.
Reid hesitates for a moment at the foot of the bed, fingers picking at the loose string at the bottom of his sleep-shirt nervously (it's one from his days in Cal-Tech, old and faded and way-too-big for him, but it reminds him of home and he tends to bring it on cases he knows will be hard). He knows that he shouldn't be nervous--Morgan himself pulled him aside earlier in the day and promised him that he's more than welcome to come find comfort with the Alpha if he needs it. "You feeling safe and warm is my top priority, Pretty Boy. Don't be afraid to ask for what you need from me, okay? I'm here for you, always."
But now that he's standing here, slowly inhaling the familiar scent of Derek Morgan-- that masculine musk that all Alphas have, though with undertones of something dark and rich; a faint sweetness like a savored dark chocolate covered cherry sitting on the back of the tongue, a sip of midnight black organic Mexican coffee, a hint of cinnamon and cream mixed in; the rawness of an early morning sunrise after a night of freezing rain, the soil still wet and frigid, pine trees damp and covered in sap, the air biting at lungs that inhale long and deep to breathe in the fresh air-- smelling like home, Spencer is finding himself frozen in place.
Derek was just being nice, that's all. He has to--he's an Alpha. Alphas have to be nice to pack Omegas, to protect them and make them feel safe within the structure of the pack. That's what Hotch and Rossi do, too. They help Spencer feel settled and safe, like he belongs.
So... maybe this was a mistake. Spencer shouldn't have tried to read too into Derek's words. He should go back to his own room, with JJ, and pretend he was never here. Derek will never know--
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"Spencer?" Derek's voice is deep and gravelly, sending a deep shiver up Spencer's spine, causing a lump to form in his throat. The Alpha sits up a little on his elbows, blinking the sleep away with a yawn, one hand rubbing down his face before he settles his gaze on the Omega standing at the foot of his bed. In the dark of the room, Spencer can't quite read Derek's expression, but he does notice the slightest tic of the Alpha's brow raising, "What're you doin' Pretty Boy? You feelin' okay?"
Spencer swallows that lump, forcing down the urge to whine like some kind of needy Omega--ignoring that he is some kind of needy Omega-- "I, um, I was just..." He feels like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Heat flushes his face, his chest, a mix of embarrassment and shame and want. He averts his eyes, fingers pulling and tugging on that loose string, wrapping it around a knuckle, unwrapping it, wrapping it again--
"Hey, hey," Derek sits up a little straighter, holding out a hand, palm up, the blanket sliding down to his waist to show he was sleeping shirtless (of course he was), and this time Spencer isn't able to hold back the smallest little whine that escapes his throat at the sight. He's seen Derek shirtless before, many times, but something about the softness of sleep, the dark of the room, and the way he's holding out his hand... Spencer feels his walls crumbling. Derek looks safe. And that's what Spencer needs right now. Safe. Home.
He doesn't realize he's trembling until he takes Derek's palm, warm against the chill of his own (when did he get so cold?), steady and firm versus how he quivers and shakes with nerves. Derek doesn't pull, doesn't tug or push, just wraps his fingers around Spencer's hand in a gentle--yet firm--movement, helping to ground him. Bring him back to earth. Steady him. Like he always has, ever since the first day they met, the Alpha noting the younger Omega's nerves at being in an office surrounded by Alphas and Betas, the scents of stronger and older men and women overwhelming him, the lights too bright, the room too small--and Derek smiled his ever-so-charming smile, flashing his pearly white fangs, eyes full of kindness and mischief as he placed his hand in the middle of Spencer's back, steering him away towards a small unused office, calling over his shoulder at Gideon, "I'm stealing this Pretty Boy for a bit!" He helped Spencer calm down, once they were alone, settling himself in front of the door as to not crowd the Omega. And every day after that, he was Spencer's lifeline.
Derek lets out the smallest chuff, a calming and soothing sound for Omegas, meeting Spencer's gaze with a knowing smile. "Where'd you go in that big brain of yours, hmm?" His voice is quiet, sweet, friendly--it makes Spencer realize that he's no longer shaking. How long has he just been standing here?
"I..." he drops his eyes to the blankets, a small intrusive thought making him wonder if Derek would let him bring his go-bag in here so he could build a nest-- "I was thinking about... the day we met," he replies.
Derek's smile softens, "Oh yeah? You wanna climb into bed and get cozy while you tell me about it?"
Spencer would normally have stammered or stuttered, hesitated, or possibly just run away altogether. Spencer would normally feel frightened of the idea of sharing a bed with an Alpha, no matter who they are. He'd normally bite his tongue and retreat, back to his cold and lonely temporary nest in the other room.
Tonight he just nods, too tired of fighting his own instincts for comfort and warmth. Too tired of not understanding the feelings he harbors for his friend, this Alpha who has always been his rock. So he squeezes Derek's hand and lets the Alpha tug him into bed, pulling up the blanket and covering them both, using his strength and size to manhandle Spencer into the exact position he wants him, the Omega's head resting on Derek's shoulder, hand on his chest.
Spencer wants to blush and stutter and pull away. He wants to fight and insist that sharing the bed doesn't mean they have to cuddle--but dammit he's so touch starved. And Derek is so warm. And strong. And literally everything his inner Omega knows would be perfect for a mate.
It's too easy to just... give in. To close his eyes and breathe in the intoxicating scent of Derek, so close to his neck, to those powerful scent glands that release calming pheromones. To snuggle closer and press his nose there, feeling the way Derek's chest vibrates with a soothing rumbling purr, deep baritone that makes Spencer want to melt, his own answering purr rising out of him unbidden--but not unwelcome.
It's not long before he's kneading, fingers softly pushing and pulling at the blanket (wait, this isn't the hotel's bedding--did Morgan bring his own?), surrounded by the scent of safe and comfort and loved and home.
At some point, he thinks he hears Derek talking to him, so quiet, a deep crooning whisper of affectionate words that Spencer can't quite grasp as he sinks deeper into the most peaceful sleep he's had in years.
And when he is finally asleep, soft purring faded out to deep, even breaths, Derek just wraps his arms around him a little tighter, one hand threading fingers through those wild curls he loves oh-so-much, gently and with utter devotion. He doesn't know if Spencer will want to acknowledge how his eyes were shimmering golden in the darkness of the room, how he smelled of distressed and wandering Omega, clearly nearing the age in adults where he'll be looking for a suitable Alpha soon. He doesn't know if Spencer will even want him, if he allows his instincts to speak for him, looking for a mate who will give him strong and healthy pups. All he knows is that right now, he feels like he could die happy, having been able to hold the Omega of his dreams even for one night.
Okay but imagine joining Iowa or Uconn but running the media so you being an omega kind of flies under the radar for a bit until you're doing a one on one media thing with one of the girls and all it takes is one quick sniff of you for to realise you're an omega
Word probably spreads fairly quickly and suddenly everyone wants to do media with you or someone's pressing up against you from behind while you're trying to film someone else
Oh the uccon girlies are ALL. OVER. YOU.
Always competing for ur attention, always rubbing against you, always begging to do media, always smelling you.
Girls are feral for you and just need you right then and there.
Js got a kick for Alpha!Morgan(wbb) who on the team whould she like to share you with the most (if she even does we love possesive morgan🤭)
See Alpha Morgan i feel is not dom at all. Shes a soft, shy baby thats nee to everything. She cums in less than a minute and needs praise and reassurance.
Shes whiney if she has to share but shell be good.
