FIC: Broken Vessel Part 11
Title: Broken Vessel Part 11
Author: Toggledog
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Morgan/Reid, Reid/OMC
Warnings: Rape, rape recovery, angst.
Summary: Despite a few setbacks, Morgan & Reid make more progress with their relationship.
Disclaimer: No money being made. Just for fun.
Author’s Notes: Other parts: http://community.livejournal.com/morganreid_cm/186928.html?thread=568880#t568880 Making up for the lack of lovemaking in ten parts in this one. J
The toast popped and kettle boiled at the same time. Derek poured the hot water into two cups and removed the two pieces of bread, replacing them with two other slices then pulled the switch down.
Jolting his head up and down to the radio, he flicked up the volume, executed a smooth dance move with his feet and started to sing.
"I believe in miracles. Where you from?"
"Well, you’re in a good-" Spencer frowned as he stepped into the room, fiddling with a brown tie. Derek grabbed him around the waist and spun him around.
"You sexy thing."
Reid laughed. Derek let him go, and tap danced over to his toast.
"You made toast great." The younger man yawned.
"Where did you come from, angel?" Derek continued singing as he spread butter over his toast. He grabbed the younger man by the tie and pulled him close, slobbily kissing him on the mouth.
"You look positively edible this morning."
"Aha…more edible than the toast?"
"More edible than a million candy bars."
"You don’t eat candy." Reid grumbled, fixing his tie. "Too unhealthy."
Derek shrugged, returning to his toast. While it was obvious that his lover didn’t share his fantastic mood that morning, it didn’t matter. Damn, Reid could have had one of his irrational conducts and Derek would still think he was the luckiest man alive.
"I don’t want to go in today. I just want to stay here with you." He admitted.
"They’re expecting you. I’ll be ok. I’m just going to go to my counselling session and come back and just relax. Maybe watch a dvd. Maybe read."
"Which one?" Derek bit into a piece of toast.
Spencer shrugged.
"You ok?"
"I guess I’m trying to be ok with feeling this crazy. Like Gideon suggested."
"I love you." Derek lifted a hand and kissed it.
"I love you too. Thanks for… for being here."
"No problem." Morgan leant forward for a sating kiss once more.
***
Spencer groaned, pleasure spiking up his spine as his lover licked and bit his neck like he was a brilliant new icecream flavour. Derek’s hands gently massaged his stomach, slowly working their way down. For his part, Spencer was stroking and pinching every exposed bit of flesh he could, hoisting up Derek’s shirt, slipping his hand under the elastic of his track pants to pinch at his buttocks. The latest case had his lover away for three days and they were making up for lost time. He jolted as Derek reached into his trousers, stroking the pliant flesh there.
"Derek," he gasped. "You don’t have to…"
The older man smirked up at him, unclasping the buttons on his shirt, one at a time.
"Don’t have to what?" He leant forward and kissed Spencer’s nipple, kissing across his chest to his right. Though Spencer knew from experience that when he did this to Morgan, it obviously had a positive effect. For himself, however, the pleasure was overcome by his extreme nerves. Undaunted, Derek started to kiss his way down his chest and stomach.
Relax, Spencer told himself. What’s wrong with you? This is Derek Morgan. He closed his eyes, flashes of a script going through his head.
No, not the ‘Theory of Relativity’, anything but that.
He felt Derek take his lax member into his mouth, stroking his stomach and inner thighs in attempt to get some movement. Spencer lay still, eyes pricking with tears, face reddening with humiliation. It simply wasn’t working. He had been rendered, in effect impotent. A flash came through his mind, one of the men grabbing his scrotum and squeezing roughly, laughing at his scream.
"Don’t like it, baby? Too bad,cause I like it. I like it a lot."
"Derek stop."
Morgan instantly pulled away, looking up to him with concerned eyes.
"Forget it. It’s not going to work."
His lover bent down and kissed his organ then climbed back up the bed.
"What do you want me to do?"
Spencer looked down to Derek’s erection and found he could no longer face him. He turned and put his back to him.
Of course. This was Derek Morgan at attention. Eternal stud. Can probably go up and down like a damned golf club swinging.
"I can’t… I just can’t…"
"Ok, that’s ok."
Did he detect a hint of frustration? He felt sloppy lips kiss his spine.
"I’ll be back in a moment.
Derek crossed the room to the bathroom. Of course, he knew what he was doing in there. It only added to his humiliation. He looked at the alarm clock and ticked the time off. His lover was in there from 10.02pm to 10.07pm. Derek climbed back in beside him and wrapped an arm around his waist, kissing his ear.
"No rush, babe. No rush at all."
Easy for you to say, Spencer thought.
***
Derek awoke to a pair of wide brown eyes staring back at him.
"Well hello there."
"Hello."
A hand reached into his pants and started to tug at his morning erection.
"You’re happy this morning."
"Always happy to see you." He grinned. He leant forward to kiss the supple lips before him but Spencer pulled back, momentarily favouring him with a determined expression. It wasn’t until the genius scooted down the bed until he was eye level with his crotch that Derek realised what he was about to do.
"No, you don’t have to-"
"I want to." He looked up and released the other man from the confines of his pyjamas.
It was then that Derek understood. Spencer wanted to wrestle some of the control that he had lost the night before. It made sense-
Coherent thought disappeared as a nervous mouth enclosed over his engorged organ. Derek had admittedly had better blowjobs in the past. One past could fit him entirely in his throat without gagging. But there was something so erotic about seeing the beautiful head down at his lap, the long fingers stroking him, light hair spilling over onto his thighs as the head bobbed up and down. Derek reached down and tenderly reached a hand through the silken strands, letting them run through his fingers. It didn’t take long for him to cry out his intense pleasure. Spencer instantly got up and rushed over to the bathroom. He heard the sound of spitting, followed by the water running.
"Are you ok?" He climbed out of the bed and stood in the bathroom doorway. Spencer had his toothbrush out and was brushing his teeth.
"I’m sorry. I just… the taste…"
"It’s no problem. Are you ok?"
Spencer took the toothbrush out of his mouth once more. "I’m great. I wanted to do it. I love seeing you lose control like that."
One day, I’ll repay the favour, Derek inwardly promised.
***
The case was a tough one. It started with a man found stabbed to death in a van dumped in an area frequented by male prostitutes. The team were adamant that, due to the number and position of stab wounds this was someone the man knew. Beyond that, they were drawing blanks. Then a second body turned up, again stabbed repeatedly. This one a woman. There appeared to be no link between the man and woman. It was becoming harder and harder to convince the police that this wasn’t a serial killer.
It also meant that it was over a week since he’d last seen Spencer. Though he called him when he could, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to touch him, hold him, kiss him, and simply be in the effervescent presence.
"What are you wearing?" He looked across the road where Hotch was deep in conversation with the main detective on the cased.
"Ah…a white shirt and brown trousers. Why?"
"Ooh that sounds sexy." He grinned.
"What are you wearing?" Spencer appeared to be catching on.
"Nothing."
"Nothing? You must be putting on quite a show for the others."
"You don’t know the half of it, baby."
Both laughed.
"Ah…I miss you." He admitted.
"So do I. Wish I was there. Especially wish I was there now."
"Better go." Prentiss was walking towards him. "Love you."
"Love you too."
"How’s Reid?"
"Huh? Ah he’s ok."
"Well you were just talking to him, weren’t you?" She laughed at the shocked expression on his face. "Don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone."
"We?"
"Well, actually it was Garcia who figured it out. Every time his name is mentioned your face is a dead give away."
"Damn it!"
And here he was priding himself on being such a good profiler, keeping all of his emotions in check.
"She never said…."
"What was she going to say? ‘Gee, Morgan I’ve noticed that you’ve thrown me over for the egghead of the team-‘"
"He’s not egg-"
He suddenly noted the sparkle of her dark eyes. "I’ve just given myself away, haven’t I?"
"Don’t worry." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Your secret is safe with us."
Tbc…