Fic: Fanfiction, Outtake I (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, NC-17)
Title: Fanfiction, Outtake I
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Criminal Minds Main List
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 (NC-17)
Chapter 6
Notes: This was a continuation for the “story within a story” following the fic Morgan was reading in chapters 3 and 5. It basically continues the same Porn-Verse, but I couldn’t find a good way to fit it into the story, along with a few other outtakes. I liked it too much to leave it out, so here it is. Hope you like it ;)
More Notes: Morgan’s line about “bad experiences” was not meant to refer to "Profiler, Profiled" from season 2. I only started thinking it could be interpreted that way after writing this part, so it was merely meant to refer to a bad experience in the past, but nothing as dramatic as the Carl Buford storyline. I later made some changes to the text to clarify that, because the thought of Garcia using that part of Morgan`s history would be completely out of character, and I wanted to make it clear she was just using her imagination in her little AU-fic.
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The doorbell rang as Derek was coming out of the bathroom. He hurried to the door and pulled it open.
A wide-eyed genius stepped in, clutching a messenger bag against himself. His eyes wandered across the foyer and into the living room, making him look like a little kid, who walked through the looking glass.
“Spencer?”
“Sorry.” Spencer turned to look at Derek. “You got a really nice place. Very… sixties.”
“Well, this was built in the sixties. When I bought this I just switched the colors from green to black and white. It’s like something from The Jetsons.”
“Yeah…” Spencer walked in front of the large living room window, that covered most of the wall. “You can see miles and miles from here. My car almost died on the road trying to get up the hill…”
“This is really private place.” Derek practically beamed. ”All the neighbors are below me and there isn’t any houses higher in the hill. Take a look down there, that place where they got the lights on in the back yard.”
“The one with the pool?”
“Yeah. That couple goes skinny-dipping almost every evening.”
“You watch your neighbors skinny-dipping?”
“I didn’t say that! And if they do that knowing people can see, then they probably don’t care.”
“Derek…” Spencer eyed the neighboring houses down the hill. “You do realize that considering the hill formations and location of the house, they can also see in here if you have the lights on and curtains open.”
“What about it?”
“They can see in.”
“Yeah, and so what? You have any idea how many hours I spend in the gym to keep looking like this? It would be a total waste of time and money if people didn’t look anymore.”
“I guess you have a point.” Spencer agreed, and glanced down at his watch. “So where are we going?”
“What do you mean where are we going?”
“You said you wanted to take me out to dinner.” The young man diverted his eyes from Derek’s bathrobe, fidgeting on his feet. “Or did something come up? I can leave if you-”
“No, no. I just wanted to ask you something before we go anywhere.”
“Sure, what do you want to know?”
“I need you to do me a favor.”
“What kind of favor?”
“It’s about that shoot next week.” Derek looked uncharacteristically nervous. “Have you seen what all the blogs said after they released the cast list and synopsis?”
“I don’t read blogs.”
“You should!” Derek grabbed a few printed pages from the coffee table and handed them over to him. “That one’s from PornyBoys blog.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
“When they posted this, they got their highest number of comments ever.”
Spencer glanced through the text, then returned to the top of the page to recite it out loud.
“Gentlemen, rejoice. According to our sources at CM, their top stud Derek “Ten Inch” Noir is about to take the leap his fan boys have been waiting ever since he first burst onto our screens. Noir is about to be re-teamed with his “Nightstick Brigade” co-star Spencer Sagesse, and this time the newcomer will boldly go where no man has gone before.” He sighed deeply and gave Derek a frustrated sigh. “I really, really hate that name.”
“Don’t look at me, it was Penny’s idea. Every porn star needs a fake name. Check the comments.”
“Finally, Can’t wait-”
“But don’t read the one-”
“Bullshit. Same thing with all the gay-4-pay performers, these guys probably got wives and kids hidden somewhere-”
“That one!” Derek laughed and snatched the papers from him. “Every blog has at least one resident troll.”
“Then why should I read them?” Spencer countered. He waited a minute, giving Derek a questioning glance. “Are you having second thoughts? Is that what you wanted to talk about?”
“No-”
“I’m sure Aaron would understand-”
“I didn’t mean that! And I don’t think he would understand even if I wanted to back out from it. Penny said it’s their most pre-ordered thing since they switched from VHS to DVD!”
“Then what-”
“I told you, I need you to do me a favor.”
“Do I still get the free dinner if I say no?”
“I haven’t really thought that far ahead.” Derek admitted and took a deep breath. “I haven’t… This is new territory for me.”
“Okay.” Spencer replied carefully. “And?”
“And I… I want to… Can you coach me?”
“Excuse me?”
“Maybe that wasn’t a right word. I want you to take care of that awkward first time thing.”
“You want me to-”
“I agreed to do it when they said you’d be my co-star, but I’m not gonna be broken in right in front of a frigging camera crew.”
“You’ve never…?”
“Not really. I got some bad experiences.” Derek grunted, turning to look at the scenery behind the window rather than the man he was talking to. “I picked up a wrong guy from a studio party, we went to his place and... It was a really dumb mistake. He didn`t really get a chance to do anything before I got out of there, but it was pretty close. Kinda put me off the whole thing.”
“So you want us to have sex.” Spencer stated. “Can I be totally honest?”
“Shoot.”
“That has to be the weirdest way I’ve ever been propositioned. Not that there’s been that many situations, but… I’ve never been asked to do a dress-rehearsal for a porn shoot. I mean, not a dress-rehearsal, obviously, but-”
“Listen, if you don’t wanna-”
“I didn’t say that. I just think you should first consider all aspects of what you’re suggesting-”
“Kid, I’ve been thinking about this from every angle there can be, and I’ve changed my mind about a hundred times. You wanna do it or not?”
“I do, but-”
“Great. Let’s get his done before I change my mind again.” Derek quickly pulled off his bathrobe and tossed it on the floor. He crouched down to rummage the little basket on the lower part of the coffee table and picked out a bottle of lubrication and a packet of condoms. He handed them over to Spencer and rushed out of the room.
“Where are you going?” Spencer squealed, clutching the items unsurely against his chest.
“I just wanna set this up first.” Derek came with a tripod and a video camera. “Do you know how to use of these things? I just bought it yesterday-”
“Yes, I know how to use it, but why are you setting it up?”
“I need to know my best angles!”
“Your angles?”
“My angles!” Derek’s tone was not far away from a full-blown hysteria. “From the side my ass looks better from the left, but if I arch my back-”
His outburst was cut short by a loud shrieking whistle. Derek stopped and covered his ears with both hands.
Satisfied with the result, Spencer slipped the referee’s whistle back into the side pocket of his messenger bag.
“Now take a deep breath and calm down.”
“Why do you keep that thing with you?” Derek rubbed his ears and grimaced.
“People don’t really listen to me, unless I get their attention first. Are you calmer now?”
“Not much…”
“First time isn’t something that should be done in a panic to get it done. And definitely not to see what your best angles are.” He raised his hand to press a palm against Derek’s cheek. “Are you even sure you want to do any of this?”
“I do, but…” The man closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. “I have no idea how to do this.”
“I could come up with a few.” Spencer smiled encouragingly.
“Yeah, I know. That little stunt you pulled when we were filming…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You do know. You act all coy and innocent and then you just flipped me over.”
“I didn’t flip you over, I gave you a push and the gravity did the rest and the phrase “flip over” would indicate you were turned around, while you were actually moved from a horizontal position to a vertical one.”
“You liked being bossy.” Derek summarized and watched a blush reaching Spencer’s cheeks. “I liked it too. I thought it could actually work, if you’d-”
“Be the first?”
“Yeah.”
“You want to tell me about that... bad experience?”
“No.”
“Okay.” Spencer nodded, his hand sliding down Derek’s neck and resting on his shoulder. “I won’t ask again.”
“Thanks.”
Spencer moved his hand behind Derek’s head, slowly pulling him into a kiss. Derek’s body seemed to slump a bit as the tension left his frame. He moaned into the kiss, trying to say something, but it didn’t seem important enough to break the kiss just yet. Spencer finally pulled away long enough to give him a questioning glance.
“What?”
“I’m the only one naked.” Derek panted and looked down at his own naked body and the erection pressing against Spencer’s hip.
“I know.” The genius grinned smugly, pressing a small kiss on the man’s throat. “You’re fans aren’t the only ones who like looking.” His hand slid down to tease Derek’s nipple. “You’re beautiful.”
“Not beautiful enough for you to get naked?”
“All in good time. I don’t want you to freak out or panic.”
“I know I wanna do this, and I wanna do this with you. It’s the actual deed that freaks me out.”
“Not with me.” Spencer kissed him on the lips. “I’ll make sure it’s good. Trust me.” He took a step back to pull off his tie, then started to unbutton his shirt. Derek’s eyes didn’t leave his body as he moved lower, button after button, and finally dropped the shirt on the floor.
Derek wasn’t sure when it had happened, but the same change he had seen before was happening again. His body language had turned bolder, the kid’s slim frame was moving more smoothly, as if it was aware of the attention. The expression of excitement in Spencer’s eyes made the pieces click and Derek realized the truth.
Spencer didn’t really have a thing for cameras or showing off. He was turned on by the desire. Derek could only imagine how anyone who looked like the kid could have issues with self-confidence, but the genius seemed to feed on the lust he was generating. Whether it was the crew at the CM studios or just Derek right in front of him, Spencer loved being wanted.
“Derek?” Spencer said, kicking off his trousers and boxers. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” He nodded, giving a brief look at the camera laying on the table. “Are you sure you don’t wanna put that on?”
“Maybe next time.”
“Next time?”
“You don’t think I could teach you to be a good bottom in one take? This might take all night.”
“Should I call my understudy?”
“You got one?”
“No…”
“That’s what I thought.” Spencer leaned against him, pressing their erections together and wrapped his warm hand around them. “First time is just between you and the person you’re with.” He stroked them slowly, keeping his eyes on Derek’s. “Do you want to take this to the bedroom?”
“What do you want?” Derek looked more than bit embarrassed at the question. “I mean, it’s your show.”
“I think I want…” Spencer’s eyes moved over the man’s shoulder. “…you on the couch, bending over the backrest.”
“You mean…” Derek swallowed down the lump in his throat. “Straight to the main course? Not that I’m that into foreplay, but-”
“We can do that later, but your butt…” Spencer looked at him from under his lashes. “It deserves the centre stage and some undivided attention.”
“Alright.” Derek pulled back, and turned to look at the couch. He got on it, placing his elbows comfortably on the top of the backrest, and spread his knees, his ass exposed for the other man. “Like this?” He couldn’t keep his voice from trembling.
“Calm down.” Spencer’s hands appeared on his back, soothing the tensed up muscles. “This isn’t a porn shoot, I’m not going to just bend you over and shove it in.”
Derek couldn’t help noticing how much lower the kid’s voice sounded. It was a little bit smoky, soothing, enticing and in control, luring Derek to give up and not question him.
Spencer’s hands massaged his back in a steady rhythm, loosening up the tension, and moved lower to rub the dip of the spine just above the buttocks. Derek took a deep breath as they reached his butt, massaging the firm flesh and warming up his skin.
“How far have you gone?” Spencer asked, while his hands pulled the cheeks apart.
“That thing you did when we were shooting the scene?” Derek tilted his head back to see the other man. “That was as far as I’ve gone.”
“Seriously?”
“Why do you think all the DVD-reviewers call my ass the Holy Grail of Gay Porn?”
“I haven’t read any reviews.” Spencer admitted, letting his fingers trail up and down the cleft between Derek’s cheeks. “If I had known that, I would have been more careful.” He leaned down to give the tight little pucker a tentative lick with the tip of his tongue. “What about this?”
Derek’s tremble and moan said more than words could tell. Spencer grinned and continued his exploration, trailing his tongue across the entrance, and listened the noises it was causing.
Derek let his head hung low behind the backrest, eyes closed and moaning non-stop. His bad experiences had been a major factor in staying firmly as an exclusive top, no matter how much money some of the competing studios had offered. Aaron had never tried to push the issue, but now Derek couldn’t help wondering why he really hadn’t even considered it.
The answer came without even thinking about it: He hadn’t wanted any of them to do it to him.
It was really as simple as that.
Spencer was Spencer, and he was the one, who had made him want to try it.
He could feel his body warming up as Spencer’s tongue prodded deeper, making him shiver all over again. Something harder followed the agile tongue, pushing against the tight muscles and slowly making its way inside. The tongue circled around the edges of the entrance, while Spencer’s index finger pushed deeper. Derek whimpered and the movement stopped immediately.
“Did it hurt?”
“No…” Derek clutched the edge of the backrest, pushing back against the man. “… it just… it felt good, but in a kinda.. weird way.”
“Tell me if I hurt you. I’m going to go slow, but even then it won’t be too easy in the beginning.”
“Do what you did… Please?” Derek twisted his head to see the man, but Spencer was already focused on the single finger disappearing into Derek’s body. “Yeah, like that…”
“You like that?” Spencer’s finger found the tender spot inside the other man, and an electric current went through Derek. His face went blank, his voice disappeared and all he could do was to try to breath.
“Remember this spot?” Spencer asked, although he could clearly read the answer in Derek’s stunned expression. He pulled almost all the way out, then gently pushed in two fingers, lubrication dripping down the side of his hand as he added more to ease the friction. His fingers moved smoothly and slowly, stretching the muscles. “I was the first one there, remember?”
A brief memory of their porn shoot flashed across Derek’s chaotic mind, too erratic to grasp any of the passing memories and then returned to the sensations of being stretched and opened.
“Derek?” Spencer asked carefully, obviously aware the man in front of him was beginning to sink into a haze.
“Mmmmhhhmmm…?” Derek groaned reluctantly.
“Just so you know, this is definitely one of your better angles.”
Derek buried his face into the stuffing of the backrest and chuckled against the soft fabric. He wasn’t sure when they had crossed the line between awkward and pleasurable, but the feeling of his body molding to take what Spencer was giving him was beginning to overpower him, replacing everything else. The third finger stung more than the others, the burn staying longer, but melted into a pleasure and the feel of anticipation.
“Derek.” Spencer must have leaned closer, because his voice was talking to him right next to his ear. “Are you ready?”
“Mmmm…” Derek couldn’t make himself say the words, instead he just squeezed the fingers still inside him to show he was ready to move on.
“Derek.” Spencer’s voice was getting bossier again, demanding a response. “Tell me you still want this.”
“How many times do I have to say it…?!” Derek moaned against the backrest. “I want this, so get on with it…” What had started out as a strong declaration, ended as a desperate little whimper.
Spencer pulled away from him and leaned down to grab the discarded bathrobe from the floor. He wiped his hands and tore open the packet of condoms.
Derek looked over his shoulder, eyes hazy and a little smile on his lips, as the genius covered his hard-on with a condom and added a coat of lubrication, then positioned himself to kneel on the edge of the couch between Derek’s spread legs. Spencer’s large hands took place on Derek’s hips as the genius guided his cock against the prepared entrance, pushing inside inch by inch.
Derek held his breath, biting down on his bottom lip. The pressure burning inside him was different from Spencer’s slim and long fingers, making him feel fuller and filling him up so he could barely breathe. The burning weight inside him pushed into him till Derek could only clutch the backrest and moan. Spencer started moving slowly, Derek’s body adapting around him and he breathed deeply. His grip on the man’s hips tightened as he started thrusting in and out, encouraging Derek to move with him.
Derek’s sense of rhythm caught on just like it did when he was dancing in a club: He followed Spencer’s lead, meeting his thrust, moving against him and throwing a few twists of his hips into the mix. Any lingering sense of awkwardness was long gone.
Derek knew how to use his body, how to throw himself into a rhythm, and the growing feeling of pleasure tempted him to test himself, trying what felt good and how to lure more delicious moans from the man pounding into him. A small puddle of sweat was forming in the dip of his back, running down along his spine. Spencer’s arm moved around his waist and traveled up to wrap itself around Derek’s chest, pulling him up against his slim body.
The moment the genius’s hand landed on Derek’s cock, Derek knew the game was over. One stroke and he came against the backrest of the couch, instinctively still moving with the man’s thrusts. His body tensed and then relaxed, slumping against the cushions, all limbs limp and out of his control. Spencer’s thrusts had become faster, less controlled and suddenly he stilled. One soft little moan erupted from his throat as he came.
Spencer slouched forward, prodding his head on Derek’s shoulder and he breathed deeply, waiting for the gasps to subside.
Derek turned his head and was rewarded with a little kiss on the lips.
“Kid?” Derek groaned, little sore and his legs beginning to protest his position.
“Don’t call me a kid while I’m still in you.” Spencer chuckled against the crook of Derek’s neck. “How was it?”
“Kid… You kinda made me glad I didn’t do it before.”
“Am I still going to get that free dinner?”
“Do you mind if we order in?”
“No…” Spencer nuzzled against his sweaty skin as his hands wandering down Derek’s body. “But one of us should close the curtains, your skinny-dippers are watching.”