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Day 1: Hurt/Comfort
Changing of the Seasons by cowboybootin | 1k | Hunter Derek Morgan can shoot any game in the woods, until he comes face to face with a mysteriously alluring deer boy.
Don't Blink by manwathiel_elensar | 8.4k
After the wreckage by Youngcreature28 | 2.2k | Or the one where Spencer gets stabbed by an unsub without realising and Derek has a bloody heart attack about it.
He's dead... You won? by CriminalDoenjangJjigae | 1k | At the end of Restoration, Morgan wonders if there's anything else he could have done.
he was love and understanding by spencer-reids-adventures (onemechanicalalligator) | 2k | Derek and Spencer, through Clooney's eyes.
all of me, a wound to close by adhoori (@epiphanies) | 63k - chapters: 8/8 | Derek makes breakfast for Spencer and his mother. Somewhere in between sharing meals and showing up, they find their way back to each other.
Emergency Pain Management by fabfemmeboy | 4.4k | Set after the events of "Demons". Reid calls Morgan in the middle of the night because "everything hurts." Morgan drops everything, lectures about pain management, wishes just one of Reid's parent-figures would stick around, and "makes it weird."
blue moon by PrincessAve (@princessavee) | 3.6k | Revelations, but Tobias Hankel shoots Spencer in the graveyard.
Day 2: Sleep
pick me up, pull ‘em down, turn me ‘round by xoxoxes (@xxoxofemme) | drabble | Spencer woke Derek up because he was horny and pays for it (with pleasure. literally)
Always On Time by manwathiel_elensar | 4.4k
Room 204 by Youngcreature28 | 3.5k | Or Spencer and Derek's nightly ritual on cases often involves sharing clothes, having sex, and snuggling in together as they fall asleep in each others arms.
religion's in your lips by adhoori | 1.4k
finally by Marsupiel | drabble | Derek and Spencer destress and cuddle after a hard case.
Don't Notice by fabfemmeboy | 2.5k
Before Bed by veggieapp | 1k | Derek and Spencer have sleepy sex.
Day 3: Missing/Alt Scene
i just want to make you happy by edsfkas | 1k | An alternate version of Spencer’s thirtieth birthday.
weeping in a sunlit room by adhoori for reiddacted | 5.8k | Derek gets triggered by the events of Foundation (7x18), Spencer helps remind him he's not alone.
The air we breathe by Youngcreature28 | 2.7k | Or what if Spencer hadn't left only his mum a message to say goodbye knowing he probably wasn't going to make it out of that house alive? How would Derek react knowing this, knowing the love of his life was about to die and he has to listen to it?
Life-Altering Conclusions in a McCarran Airport Lounge by fabfemmeboy | 5k | Set after 4x07 Memoriam.
zinnias by PrincessAve for adhoori | 4.2k | Rossi joins the BAU and notices some curiosities within the team.
Day 4: Forced Proximity
Killer instincs by Youngcreature28 | 6.2k | Or the one where Spencer overhears a conversation and jumps to conclusions because who else would Derek be talking about? Spencer is annoying and talks too much, so why would he think any differently? Maybe he should have spoken to Derek first… but well, Derek isn't going to let this silent treatment stand if he has any say.
Warmth! by cowboybootin | 1.5k | An unsub locks the BAU in a room, and Derek’s protective nature accidentally reveals Spencer’s pregnancy to the team.
All That Remains by manwathiel_elensar | 12.5k
Help by CriminalDoenjangJjigae | 1k | After the profile briefing in Ashes and Dust, Morgan confronts Reid over his drug use.
in the cracks of light, i dreamed of you by adhoori | 9k | Soulmate AU - undercover as husbands.
eyes on me by edsfkas | 4.3k | 5 times Spencer and Derek were in forced proximity to each other and one time they did something about it.
even the sky screams sometimes by inkybl0ts (@inkyblots) | 1.5k | Derek and Spencer get stuck in a tornado.
i love you by Marsupiel | drabble | Derek’s usually the one comforting Spencer, but their roles reverse when Derek gets triggered by his claustrophobia.
In The Absence of Light by manwathiel_elensar | 8.6k
Stuck by fabfemmeboy | 2.3k | Derek panics in an ambulance. It's not his fault: the man he loves, who would normally give him statistics about why postictal aphasia is temporary and nothing to worry about, currently can't speak.
Day 5: Road Trip
Taking The Wheel by manwathiel_elensar | 4k
get my car door, isn’t that sweet by xoxoxes | 4k | Five times Derek drove Spencer, and one time they didn’t end up going anywhere.
Through broken glass by Youngcreature28 | 3.7k | Or the one where Derek and Spencer are run off the road and Derek watches as the light leaves Spencer's eyes and he uses his last breath to confess his love, not wanting to leave without ensuring Derek knows how loved he is.
field recordings from the zone by PrincessAve | 2.8k | Aliens invade Earth, and the team race to find each other and survive.
Road by veggieapp | 2k | Spencer loses a bet, and finds himself wearing a vibrating butt plug on his way into the FBI office.
Day 6: Undercover
Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Vampire? by inkybl0ts | 2.6k | Spencer has had many secrets. This is his most terrifying one.
Between the lines by Youngcreature28 | 2k | Or the one where Spencer goes half undercover and attempts to get in Derek’s bar but ends up falling victim for Morgan’s flirty, charming ways and forgets why he was there in the first place.
Undercover by CriminalDoenjangJjigae | 2k | When an unsub brings back memories from Reid's addict days, he must go undercover despite the risk.
Dead Drop by manwathiel_elensar | 5.3k - chapters: 2/?
Day 7: The Sun and The Moon
Reflecting Light by fabfemmeboy | 2.2k
Sun and Moon by veggieapp | drabble | Derek trains Spencer to be obsessed with his fingers, it works better than he could've hoped.
the moon will sing a song for me, i love you like the sun by inkybl0ts | 1k | Spencer is sick. Derek takes care of him.
The Moon Doesn't Shine Alone by manwathiel_elensar | 4k
A moried fic for #Moreidweek2025 day four; Forced proximity - word count: 6255. TW: explicit sexual content. Click for link to ao3.
“Hey, pretty boy, you heading out?”
Spencer ducks his head down, pretending that he had been intently focused on the case file before him instead of watching Derek laugh with his head tilted back freely.
He stays silent as if he hadn't heard him speak.
Derek leans closer to his desk, calling his name again but Spencer valiantly ignores him.
“You know how he gets,” JJ mumbles placatingly, clearly recognising Spencer’s mood, “he’s not going to be going anywhere until he’s finished, Morgan.”
“Yeah,” he says quietly but Spencer can see the way his brow is furrowed from the corner of his eye. “You’re right.”
It’s not like Spencer was trying to be difficult or annoying, but this is what he needs to do.
If he’s ever going to get over this stupid crush on his coworker then he needs to put distance between them so he actually has a chance of moving on.
Once upon a time he had an inkling of hope, a small, naive, part of him had believed that maybe Derek liked him back.
But he was wrong as Derek had so loudly made it clear.
He hadn’t eavesdropped on purpose, but how is Spencer supposed to ignore Derek talking to Penelope in the coffee break room when he was just about to head inside for his fourth cup?
That’s right, he couldn't.
It had been past noon and Derek had just gotten up to stretch and catch a break when Spencer had decided to do the same and had followed silently behind him. Definitely not because he wanted to be with him or anything, Spencer was just needing more caffeine.
He hadn’t realised that Derek didn’t know he was there.
By the time he’d reached the break room, Derek already had a cup in his hand and was talking to Garcia with an annoyed look on his face.
The tension had made Spencer freeze, unsure how to proceed and not wanting to interrupt.
“- is so annoying,” Derek has been saying. “I mean, how can one person be that obnoxious?”
Spencer waited a moment, unsure who Derek was talking about.
Garcia had laid a comforting hand on his shoulder, “I know, but it’s something we have to deal with right now. It’s not like we can do anything about it with Strauss in charge, she loves the guy. We see him everyday and he’s a part of this place as much as we are so we just need to suck it up for the moment.”
Derek had groaned, leaning into her touch and resting his forehead on her shoulder as she pats his back and dramatically saying, “man, I really wish he’d just shut up with those remarks. No one fucking cares, man, go be a smartass elsewhere.”
Spencer had frowned, feeling a lump form in his throat.
Were they talking about him?
No, he’d shook his head, blinking rapidly, Derek wasn’t like that. There’s no way he and Garcia would go behind Spencer’s back to be so mean. They were different, he tried to reassure himself but the lump wasn’t going away.
But then they’d continued talking, and with every word the feeling of dread and nausea had built until Spencer was ready to bolt and never return.
There were too many coincidences and similarities for them to be talking about anyone but Spencer. No one else was that much of a know it all who didn’t know when to shut up. It's not as if he did it on purpose, Spencer had a habit of going off unconsciously rambling about everything that he knew about. It was something he’d done his whole life, less so in high school as it would end with him tied up or squished into small places. But he’d thought these people were different, he’d trusted them, they’d never said differently so he’d come out of his shell and opened up to them with his real self.
But that was a mistake, one he won’t make again. When he thinks about it, they often tell him to stop talking or become annoyed when he’d correct them. Maybe they had been trying to say it all along and Spencer was just to blind to see it for what it was. He was just as blind and oblivious to their true feelings about him as he had been when trying to make friends in school.
All hope left his body, and Spencer knew now that his feelings were never going to be reciprocated, in fact, the friendship he thought he’d finally built was gone too.
He’d stumbled back, accidentally banging into the wall beside him causing the two to look up.
Derek had smiled slightly, tilting his head in question as if he hadn’t just turned Spencer’s whole world upside down.
Spencer didn’t respond, face blank as he walked backwards and turned without a word.
He had heard Derek calling his name but had ignored him, walking back to his desk.
Derek had caught up to him quickly and placed a cup of coffee before him, “here, Reid, I was grabbing you one before you left anyway. You all good, kid? You look a bit pale.”
Spencer had just nodded, head down as he tried to stop the burning sting in his eyes. He knew if he looked up and saw Derek acting all kind and nice because that's the kind of person he was that he’d end up crying pathetically and Derek would feel like he has to help comfort him.
And Spencer couldn’t do that, he couldn’t be the reason Derek felt uncomfortable or annoyed any longer.
He could see the way Derek had hesitated, a silent question on his lips before he’d nodded and walked over to his own desk.
Oh.
He wasn’t even worth the pretend effort anymore…
That had been four hours ago and Spencer hadn’t said a word since, trying to not be overly annoying for his coworkers. No reason to make them hate him even more, he would get his work done and help with cases when necessary but other then that Spencer vowed to be less-
Less Spencer Reid.
The feeling of nausea hadn’t gone away, and Spencer hadn’t managed to get any real work done, his eidetic memory replaying the words on repeat.
So here they were, the sky dark and the work day done.
But Spencer knew he needed to wait them out or else he’d be forced to make conversation on the way out. And Spencer knew enough to know he’d probably end up having some sort of meltdown in front of his now embarrassing crush who apparently already found him annoying.
He listened to them leave, pretending to be intently focused on his work, before waiting another ten minutes to be sure before he looked up.
The desks around him were empty, reminiscence of his coworkers spread across their desks.
He forces his heavy limbs up, neatly stacking his paperwork with hollow eyes.
Grabbing his satchel he leaves the office, the door closing behind him with a click.
One second he’s walking towards the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor and the next there's a hand grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the store cupboard. Spencer barely has time to react, his pulse racing as he fights the grip on his body, breath coming out faster as he struggles in the dark enclosed space.
He can’t hear anything, static buzzing in his ears as he works himself up more.
All of a sudden his kidnapper lets go, but instead uses both hands to cup Spencer’s cheeks and jaw, forcing his head upwards as a light flickers on.
His senses begin to come back and the world unblurs as words begin to filter into his brain.
“-rry. It’s just me, you’re okay, pretty boy.”
The nickname has him blinking, finally focusing on who is in front of him.
Derek is wide eyed, guilt and worry covering his features.
“Hey, you back with me?” he asks gently.
Spencer nods as much as he can with the hands holding his face.
“Sorry for scaring you, I wasn’t thinking, clearly,” he scoffs to himself, looking mad at his actions. “I should've known better with our line of work that grabbing you without warning wasn’t my best idea.”
“It’s okay,” Spencer mutters, trying to take a step back. “What did you need, Morgan?”
“I was worried about you,” he confesses, "I know you hate when I do and you feel like it means I think you're weak or childish but it's not that. You’ve been quiet and acting off all day.”
“Sorry,” Spencer sighs, great, now he’s disturbing Derek with his moping.
“Don’t apologise," Derek rebuttals, “can I help?”
Spencer just shrugs, not knowing what to say, he never does in these social situations.
“Okay,” Derek nods easily, “how about you tell me what happened and I’ll see what we can do?”
“No,” Spencer swallows. “I’m fine. Just tired I guess.”
“Spencer,” Derek raises a brow, “I'd like to think I know you better than that. If you don't want to talk that’s fine, but don’t lie to me right now, pretty boy.”
“Stop calling me that,” Spencer bites out harshly, unable to stop himself as his hands begin to shake.
Derek flinches back, his grip loosening. He frowns, looking almost hurt by Spencer’s words. He doesn’t understand why though, he was the one who is sick of Spencer and his annoying habits.
“Sorry,” Derek mumbles unsurely, "I didn’t think it bothered you, Reid.”
Spencer clenches his jaw, eyes flickering around the small room, feeling trapped.
“Yeah, well, that was before.”
Derek blinks, frowning, “listen, I’m not a mind reader, if something happened you’re going to have to talk to me instead of giving me the silent treatment.”
“Don’t worry,” Spencer shrugs, trying to act unaffected, “it’s nothing I'd want to bother you with. Just leave it alone and then we can get back to not speaking more than necessary.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Derek bites out, looking mad now, “where’s this attitude coming from, kid?”
“Just-” Spencer forces himself backwards so Derek is no longer touching him, “leave me alone, Morgan. Your message has been received and trust me, you’ll never have to listen to my annoying facts and stupid words again.”
Spencer spins, reaching for the door handle when Derek darts forward and grabs his wrist. “Stop!”
Spencer clenches his hand but doesn’t move.
“Listen, I don’t know what your problem is, but you can’t just run away and leave it like this. Talk to me, kid.”
Spencer shakes his head, knowing if he looks back now he’ll probably beg Derek to be his friend. Pathetic.
He turns the handle, ice spiking in his veins when it doesn’t turn, jiggling the handle frantically and he tries to get it open. He bangs on the door frantically, panicked when nothing happens.
Hands grip his shoulders and spin him around roughly, bringing Spencer’s body to his even as Spencer bangs his fists uselessly on Derek’s chest.
“Please,” he says questioningly, the fight leaving him. “Please.”
“Spencer,” Derek says softly, “I’m sorry I got us locked in here, but it’s okay. Hotch is still in his office and I can call him to let us out now, okay?”
Spence nods against Derek's chest, hands unconsciously having turned to fisting Derek’s shirt tightly as he works himself up into a panic.
Eventually Spencer’s breathing evens out and he calms down from his panic, “sorry.”
“Don’t apologise," Derek denies, "I shouldn't have trapped you in here without warning.”
Spencer can’t refute that, knowing it’s true.
He leans back abruptly after realising the position they’re in, standing stiff and as small as possible so they’re not touching anymore.
“Listen,” Derek sighs hands still hovering outstretched from Spencer’s abrupt movements, sounding weary and sad, "I'll call him this second if you truly believe that there’s nothing we can do to fix this, but if there's any part of you that wants to let me fix whatever happened I’m standing right here and I’m wanting to help you, Spencer. Talk to me, kid.”
Unable to stop himself he looks up, their eyes meeting.
Despite everything all Spencer can see is truth and weariness, as if he really has no idea what's wrong and wants to fix it.
“I heard you.”
Derek pauses, looking even more confused now. “You- you heard me?”
Spencer nods once, “in the break room with Garcia.”
“Okay…” Derek trails off, waiting for more information.
Spencer frowns, unsure why Derek isn’t cloaking on.
“I know how you feel now,” he mumbles, “and I’m sorry that I didn’t understand earlier and that I've spent so long annoying you and making you feel so frustrated. I didn’t mean to, if I would have known I would have left you alone. I should have known better then to get comfortable and think there was a chance you would ever be friends with someone like me. It’s how it always is…”
Spencer stops, unable to say more with how much his chest is aching.
All of a sudden Derek is stepping forward, a frantic look in his eyes as he shakes his head in disbelief, “Jesus, kid.”
“Sorry,” Spencer replies uselessly.
“No!” Derek almost shouts, making Spencer flinch in shock. “Fuck, man,” Derek scrubs his face roughly and heaves out a heavy breath before he looks Spencer in the yes, face serious.
“I need you to listen to me and hear what I’m saying.” he says carefully, looking more serious than when Spencer's seen him outside of a case.
“I always listen and remember,” Spencer frowns in confusion.
“Clearly not everything,” Derek mutters to himself lowly.
“Spencer, when I say that what you heard was not what you are thinking, I need you to understand how serious I'm being, I'm not trying to trick you and make things better, okay?”
Spencer nods, feeling lost.
“You know Anderson?” he asks and Spencer blinks at the change in subject, opening his mouth.
“No, wait-” Derek stops him, “Anderson has a habit of butting in where he’s not welcome and making these racist and sexist comments about different situations. I don’t know if you’ve noticed because you're always so focused on your work, but he’s pretty relentless about it and it’s a recurring thing everyday.”
Derek steps closer and Spencer lets him this time, “I can only imagine how it must have sounded walking in on half a conversation, but Spence, I need you to believe me when I say I would never say anything like that about you. I love your facts and rambling, they’re the highlights of the darker days and I don't think the team would solve half of our cases without you. Trust me, Spencer. Yeah, sometimes I don't understand a word you say, but the look in your eyes and the way you light up when you go on about something you love is something I love. I don’t think you’re annoying and you don’t bother me, you’re my best friend, Spencer.”
Spencer blinks rapidly, cheeks heating up as his stomach unclenches and the sick feeling finally disappears. He opens and closes his mouth, unsure what to say.
He feels stupid for jumping to conclusions and not asking questions. He knows that’s not the kind of guy Derek is, but his past and his anxiety forced him to sink into himself and allow those negative thoughts to win.
“I’m sorry,” Spencer breathes out, "I should have never-”
“Hey,” Derek stops him softly, "I understand, it’s okay. Sure, it would have been easier if you had just talked to me, but that’s not how your crazy smart brain works and that’s fine. I’m just glad we have this cleared up now before it festered and you left completely.”
Without warning Spencer dives forward, wrapping his arms around Derek’s shoulders and tucks his head into his neck, his breathing slowing down as the tension of today leaves his body.
Derek doesn’t push him away, holding him closer and rubbing a soothing hand up and down his back.
“I know you aren’t that kind of person,” Spencer mumbles into his neck, “I just got in my head and couldn’t get back out.”
He feels more then hears Derek’s chuckle, “yeah, I figured. It’s okay, we’ve got it cleared up now, no harm done, pretty boy.”
Spencer can’t help the way his body freezes and Derek stops, pulling back slightly. “Sorry, I didn't realise I was making you uncomfortable when I called you those names, it may take a moment but I promise I'll work on not calling you that anymore.”
“No!” Spencer almost shouts, “I like it,” he mumbles quietly.
“What was that?” Derek asks and if Spencer didn’t know better he’d say it sounds like Derek is teasing him, flirting, with him.
“Shut up,” Spencer grumbles, his cheeks hot.
“Why, pretty boy?” he teases, “I thought you liked it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes, “live it up.”
Derek softens, “it really doesn’t bother you?”
“No,” he shakes his head, “it’s nice, makes it feel like I mean something to you.”
“You do,” Derek says simply, “you mean everything to me.”
“Oh,” Spencer utters uselessly, sounding funny.
He clears his throat, feeling wrong footed. “You’re my best friend too,” he says, feeling childish.
Derek smiles slightly, looking genuinely happy about it. “I’m glad, pretty boy.”
“I feel like this whole day has been about misunderstandings, so I feel the need to clear a few things up,” Derek says softly, “okay?”
Spencer nods, feeling his hands shake slightly.
“Spencer,” he begins, “you are one of the most important people in my life and trust me, if you were to ask anyone in my life they’d say the same. Everyone knows how much you mean to me because all I do is talk about you, well,” he frowns slightly, "apart from you apparently.”
Opening his mouth to apologise again, Derek doesn't even let him get a word out.
“I thought you knew already, I mean, I haven't exactly been subtle, but I should have known you’d need more than just gestures and hints. As smart as you are, pretty boy, you are a bit clueless about things that involve feelings and people.”
Spencer can’t deny that, and he can’t fault Derek for pointing it out.
Still, Spencer feels his lips pout slightly making Derek smile at him.
“So,” he exhales shakily, looking nervous, “here I am, saying it all out loud and laying it out in front of you. I like you, Spencer.”
Spencer blinks, head tilting, “I like you too.”
Derek laughs, looking like he thinks Spencer’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. “Yeah, pretty boy. But what I mean is, I don’t just like you as a friend, I haven't for a long time.”
Spencer freezes, blinking a few times slowly. Does that mean-
“You like me?” he asks softly, feeling like he needs to tread carefully, not wanting to be wrong.
“Yeah,” he agrees easily, hand coming up to cup Spencer’s jaw. He can’t fight the urge to lean into his touch, eyes fluttering slightly. “I like you, pretty boy.”
“I like you too,” Spencer confesses, "I always have. I always thought that you might, but I didn't want to be wrong because I always misjudge and get these sorts of things messed up.”
Derek leans forward, resting his forehead on Spencer’s. “Not wrong.”
Spencer leans back, looking Derek’s features over thoughtfully, trying to read him.
He leans up without thought, gently pressing their lips together. It’s a simple peck, their lips pressing together softly before they pull apart. “Was that okay?”
“Yeah,” Derek agrees, “more than okay.
“Good,” Spencer mutters, hand fisting Derek’s neck suddenly and clashing their lips together. It’s rough and uncoordinated as he moves their lips together, pushing all of his feelings into it. He needs Derek to feel everything he’s feeling.
It’s frantic and all over the place, all of the feelings Spencer had felt today making him feel unbalanced.
Derek takes control easily, wordlessly, and slows it down slightly. He allows Spencer to kiss into him, but he guides it smoothly, his control shining through.
Derek licks into his mouth and Spencer opens up eagerly, sighing into the kiss as Derek’s tongue works its magic.
Spencer’s hand begins to scrabble, clawing frantically on Derek’s shoulders and shirt as he gets more and more worked up, his cock hardening in his pants. The image that flashes in his mind of Spencer’s mark left on Derek’s back is almost too much, knowing that he’s staking his claim and that everyone would know that Derek Morgan belonged to Spencer Reid.
Derek shushes him, hands coming to rest in the dips of his waist and bringing their bodies even closer. This close he can feel just how affected Derek is from their kiss, the hard outline of his cock pressed into Spencer’s stomach.
Spencer shudders, breath hitching as his limbs weaken and begin to feel like jello.
“Please,” he sighs into Derek’s mouth, unsure exactly what he’s asking for.
But Derek knows, he always knows what Spencer needs.
He grips his hips, squeezing once before pushing them forward, Spencer stumbling backwards until his back slams into the door with a bang.
With the added support, not that he needs it, he gets Spencer to jump up and Spencer wraps his legs around Derek, their cocks slotting together perfectly at this height.
They both groan in pleasure, and Derek pulls back from the kiss to breathe heavily into Spencer’s mouth. He begins rocking his hips and Spencer follows his lead, moving in small circles to gain some stimulation. Their cocks rub together and even with their added fabric between them the sensation is perfect.
Instead of kissing him again, Derek begins to trail his lips along Spencer’s exposed neck and collarbones, leaving a trail of wet kisses on his bare skin.
Spencer sighs in pleasure, eyes shutting as his mouth opens in a silent moan.
Derek’s pace picks up, becoming more frantic as he gets closer to his peak.
“So good,” Spencer whimpers, “please, Derek, need you.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” he says, biting gently into his neck, nibbling on his skin before sucking gentle bruises there, “you’re doing so good for me.”
“Uh huh,” he shudders, hips twitching.
Spencer’s somehow lost track of time, mind going more fuzzy then it’s ever been before, the pleasure making his senses go into overdrive.
Spencer begins rambling uncontrollably, unable to shut his mouth up even as he stumbled over his words and paused every other word to gasp and shudder in pleasure.
“It’s been pr-proven that um, that orgasms are the-the, that they are beneficial in relieving migraines and p-pain. The- the rush of endorphins that release um give off a rush of mmphh adrenaline and can relieve pain symptoms and tension, helping to decrease anxiety although ahhh it’s been tested and thought that males receive more relief during sexual arousal while women don't. Derek."
“And, um,” Spencer blinks, mind blanking in his daze of pleasure that muddles his brain before he starts again, “stimulating the a male’s penis will increase blood flow in the posterior insula and the secondary somatosensory cortex in their brain, while significantly decreasing it in the right amygdala.”
Derek pauses his movements, looking slightly intrigued but thoroughly confused, before picking his pace back up. “Keep talking."
Spencer’s mouth drops open at a particularly rough move before he explains. “The insula is a part of the brain that, um, allows humans to p-process emotions and can help regulate feelings of heat and pain. And the s-secondary somatosensory cortex is important to help with feeling sensations of pain levels. Oh god p-please. The amygdala can help with regulation of emotions, so um, that’s a goo-good side effect of sex.”
“S-sorry,” Spencer stops suddenly, knowing he’s probably annoying the man before him but Derek just shakes his head, pecking Spencer on the lips softly. “Keep going, tell what else, baby.”
“Ah-,” he moans, “humans also, ahh, release oxytocin which loosely translates to the love hormone, mhmm, and helps us feel more connected with our partners, nnggh an- Der-”
Spencer stops, mind blanking suddenly as his eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Don’t stop now, tell me what else, baby.”
“I uh, I don't- I can’t rememb-” Spencer stumbles over his words, stuttering uselessly.
“You can’t remember?” Derek smirks, pride shining though. “Come on, smart as you are, I know you can do it.”
Not one to back down, Spencer forces himself to concentrate more.
“You- you also release a h-hormone called prolactin that helps with regulating sleep. Please Derek. After sex, the surge in your body’s prolactin makes you, oh uh god, it gets you more drowsy and relaxed which is why you often fall asleep or sleep- sleep better after an orgasm.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect, don’t ever change,” Derek groans kissing hotly into Spencer’s mouth and moving his tongue into his mouth, proving that he hadn’t been lying about liking Spencer’s odd rambles and facts.
Derek shifts, and somehow they get even closer, the change of position meaning that the head of Spencer’s cock is now rubbing against the seam of his pants, adding a whole new sensation to the mix.
Soft whimpers fall from his lips, and he throws his head back, knocking it roughly against the door, the words completely disappearing from his brain. Uncaring to the pain that accompanies it, Spencer thrashes his head back and forth against the wood.
Derek’s hand comes up and he gently moves it behind Spencer’s head, softening the surface even as his fingers clench in his curls and tug tightly. Spencer moans loudly, eyes opening in shock at the sound that just escaped him.
Derek smirks at his reaction, tugging harder and watching intensely at the way Spencer’s eyes flutter and he gets lost in his pleasure. “Please, more.”
“You want more, baby?” he murmurs lowly, his voice more rough and gravely than normal. “Ask for it, baby boy, tell me what you want.”
“Want-” Spencer stops, eyes rolling in the back of his head at a particularly rough thrust.
“Spencer,” Derek stops his movement and he whimpers, hands scrambling frantically as he opens his eyes, looking betrayed as he stares at Derek.
Spencer's hips stutters and he twitches, trying to pick the pace back up and grind against Derek but his strong grip on Spencer’s hips means he is unable to move enough to gain any friction.
“I asked you a question, pretty boy.”
“Please keep going, need you to touch me, want to come,” he begs suddenly, words stuttering as he stops and starts. “Derek.”
Derek chuckles, leaning forward and kissing Spencer once more before he finally begins to move again. This time using harder, shorter thrusts that has their cocks rubbing together continuously, the rough glide eased only slightly by their pre-come. Spencer is almost certain that if he looked down his pants would be drenched, with the amount of pleasure he’s feeling, there’s no way it’s not visible.
All of a sudden Derek leans forward and sinks into the spot in the crook of his shoulder and neck, sucking hard as he licks the skin to leave a dark bruise. “Come for me, pretty boy,” he says huskily, biting down and pulling his hair once more.
The words have the intended effect and Spencer freezes, his stomach clenching as he feels his orgasm build up, eyes widening as his mouth drops in pleasure, his orgasm rushing through him like zaps of lightning.
It hits him suddenly and his entire body trembles as he falls apart in Derek’s arms, pleasure sparking in his veins. His cock throbs and he can feel his underwear get soaked, come still spurting out in slow pulses.
Derek reaches his own peak moments after, groaning loudly into Spencer’s neck as he pants roughly, his hips keep twitching forward, grinding lightly as he chases his pleasure. The knowledge that he’d just made Derek Morgan come in his pants has Spencer’s cock spurting out one last stream of come.
They keep going until Spencer becomes oversensitive, whimpering and flinching slightly as the rough drag on his softened cock.
Derek stops, still panting but his hold on Spencer doesn’t loosen and he easily keeps holding Spencer’s weight up with one arm.
The display of pure strength and muscle has Spencer’s cock twitching weakly in a valiant attempt to get hard again so soon after his mind-blowing orgasm.
“Fuck,” Spencer sighs, feelign his bones turn to mush as he sinks deeper into Derek’s warm embrace. He burrows into Derek’s arms as he goes lax, as he lays there, fighting the urge to doze off.
“Must’ve been something great if it’s got you swearing, baby,” Derek chuckles, “guess I'll have to keep going until I wear all of the words and thoughts out of your brain, huh?”
Spencer pouts slightly, pulling away to meet his eyes, "I'd like to see you try.”
Derek smirks, “challenge accepted.”
Eventually Derek allows Spencer's legs to drop and Spencer wobbles, limbs sore and unsteady from everything that just happened but Derek is right there to steady him.
He looks down and bites his lip, feeling his eyes dilate at the sight of come staining Derek's pants, knowing he made that happen.
Spencer is on his knees before he can second guess, hands scrambling to pull his zipper down.
“Baby,” Derek stops him although he looks pained at having to do so, pointer finger on Spencer’s chin, making him look up, “what are you doing?”
Spencer blinks innocently, licking his lips, loving the way Derek’s eyes darken. “Cleaning up my mess.”
“Holy shit,” he groans, throwing his head back, “you’re so fucking hot, baby.”
Spencer pulls his pants to mid thigh, diving forward and mouthing wetly at Derek’s cock through the thin layer of his boxers, sucking extra hard when he gets to his cockhead.
Spencer moans at the taste, sucking even harder.
Derek thrusts forward, unable to stop himself.
He quickly pulls Derek’s cock out, licking a stripe up the length of his bare cock before gently sucking on the head again, tonguing in between his slit. He takes his time licking every last drop up, mind going hazy as he works.
Hands tug his hair and pull him off, and Spencer startles, blinking up at Derek with a slight frown of disapproval. Derek laughs, hand tracing over Spencer’s swollen lips and Spencer greedily sucks his thumb into his mouth.
“Sorry, baby," he sighs, sounding truly annoyed at himself, “but if I don’t stop you now I won't be able to stop myself from coming into your mouth.”
“So?” Spencer mumbles around the thumb in his mouth.
“So,” Derek repeats, "I'm good in bed, but my refractory period isn’t that great, baby. I need a bit before I can come again.”
Spencer blinks, pulling away to look at where Derek’s cock is laying, still mostly soft despite Spencer’s actions.
“Oh,” he says, feeling the way his own cock is already twitching and hard again in his ruined underwear.
Derek looks down too, eyebrow raising, “ohh, what do we have here?” he coos, “is my baby hard again just from sucking me off?”
“Uh huh,” Spencer nods, “just for you.”
Derek pulls his pants back up and kneels down so they're at the same height once more, “do you want me to get you off again, baby? Or would you prefer to wait?”
Spencer shrugs, unsure what to respond.
“You want me to decide for you, baby?”
Nodding eagerly, Spencer turns and leans his back into Derek’s chest happily.
“If I got you off right now, do you think you’d be up for another one later tonight?” he asks.
“Well, statistically speaking, a normal male human’s refractory period isn’t that fast and typically only teenagers are able to get an erection again so quickly because of their hormone levels,” he rambles, but Derek doesn’t interrupt, listening to everything he says.
“But yes,” he says quietly, "I can normally come three to four times in one night.”
“Oh, really?” he asks lowly, “guess that answers it for us then.”
Without warning Derek dips his hand into Spencer's underwear, the slick, tacky, glide of his come soothing the way as he begins fisting up and down, twisting his hand at the tip of his cockhead.
Spencer moans, the oversensitivity from his previous orgasm only making it better. He leans back further into Derek’s arms, his broad chest and arms bracketing him in, making him feel secure.
Derek scoops up the come on his belly and slips his hand down further, circling Spencer’s tight hole.
Spencer gasps, arching up. “Please, Derek.”
Derek kisses his temple, nuzzling his nose into him as his finger slides in, the tight heat of Spencer’s hole sucking his finger in. Derek thrusts his finger in and out, grazing against Spencer’s prostate before he adds a second finger in. “Not too dry is it, baby?”
Spencer thrashes his head against Derek, “nuh uh, perfect.”
Derek’s other hand comes up and trails over his stomach, coming up to twist one of his nipples roughly, leaving Spencer a twitching, panting mess.
Derek doesn’t slow down or stop, keeping his actions up easily.
Spencer’s orgasm builds up once more, his thighs tightening on Derek's arm as his hole clenches to ensure Derek’s fingers won't leave his body.
“Gonna come,” he mumbles weakly.
Derek lets go of his chest, reaching down to cup the head of his cock, holding tightly and twisting to add to Spencer’s pleasure. His fingers find Spencer’s prostate, pressing down harder and rubbing tight circles on it. “Come for me, baby boy.”
Spencer arches his back, clenching down harder and biting into Derek’s shirts as he screams, come shooting out of his cock. It’s not as much as last time, but it leaves Spencer just as boneless.
Derek's hand had caught most of it, preventing Spencer from soiling their clothes even more, but the first stream had been so strong it had shot past and landed on Derek’s arm.
Derek gently lets him go, his fingers easing out of his hole, knowing he’d be extremely sensitive now.
He licks his palm, humming at the taste before bringing his hand to Spencer’s mouth. Spencer doesn’t hesitate to suck on his fingers, licking up the dripping come with a happy sigh.
He can see the way Derek is looking at him, a glint of wonder and happiness in his eyes. Even without being a profiler, Spencer would be able to read that Derek was surprised at Spencer’s antics, that he had probably assumed he would be some blushing virgin or someone who hated getting dirty and messy with sex.
While he wasn’t completely wrong on all aspects in Spencer’s very limited experience, Spencer found it was the opposite right now, it was the one part of his life he had full control over and Spencer found that he wanted Derek to do everything to him and he wanted every part of him back.
The dirty, the messy, the weird and everything in between.
They lay there a moment, both catching their breaths before Derek gently tucks Spencer back into his pants and helps him stand once more, grimacing at the state of their appearance.
“I guess we really should call Hotch now,” Spencer sighs, also looking at their rumbled appearances and the matching wet patches on their pants with a wince. There’s no way the profiler won’t know exactly what they’d been up to.
“About that,” Derek grimaces, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly before his other hand pulls a set of keys out of his back pocket.
Spencer blinks, eyes narrowing.
“I know,” he winces, "I shouldn't have locked us in here, but Garcia was sick of listening to me whine and complain and said if I didn’t try and work this out then she’d tell you herself. If you had been truly scared or upset I would have let us out straight away but I needed you in a place where you would listen to me without running away or ignoring me again.”
“I guess I was being a bit ridiculous,” he agrees sheepishly, "I'm sorry, Derek.”
“We both had our moments, but we’re all good now, yeah?” he asks, looking slightly nervous.
“We’re good,” Spencer agrees, tugging him into another kiss. “Now get us out of here before I start to regret letting you do this to me at work in a closet with people around us and no way of getting out of here unseen.”
“Well,” Derek begins, "I can fix one of those things at least. Garcia has already looped this area and is helping ensure no one saw us go in or come out. Even though I hadn’t anticipated it going like this, I didn't want anyone to make assumptions about us coming out of the closet together.”
Spencer smiles, unable to not kiss him again before he tugs his hands and leads him out the door, glancing behind him with a coy look. “Take me home, Derek.”
“Yeah,” he agrees breathlessly, catching up and throwing an arm around Spencer's shoulders as he presses a kiss into his hair, “let’s go home, baby.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: General Audiences, pre-slash Moreid (Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid)
Summary:
"...Kid, are you seriously trying to say that I should worry about everyone else, when you got shot three days ago and called me in the middle of the night because your pain was so intense?"
Set after the events of "Demons". Reid calls Morgan in the middle of the night because "everything hurts." Morgan drops everything, lectures about pain management, wishes just one of Reid's parent-figures would stick around, and "makes it weird."
