Pretty Boy, Criminal Minds (AU), NC-17
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Title: Pretty Boy
Character: Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1564
Summary: In a complete AU, Spencer finds himself uncomfortable and yet attracted to his host, and when he's torn between the two, Derek offers to help him figure it out.
A/Ns & Warnings: Written for angst_bingo, prompt "Wild Card". Immediately follows Picking Up Strays. WARNINGS: Underage, first time oral sex.
They settle into something of a rhythm, a cycle of sleep, eat, work, repeat. It's dull and safe. As safe as it can be working at a gay strip joint in the dirty downtown of Vegas where he's half as likely to be hit on, pinched or fondled by the dancers as he is the clientele.
Derek takes him shopping at a few thrift shops to find him clothes and they celebrate his first payday with dinner at a diner.
"You look good." Derek says as they wait for their food. "Not so skinny."
Spencer blushes and looks out the window. "I don't know how to thank you."
"No need, Pretty Boy, just make good."
Spencer looks at him. "Why do you call me that?"
"What?" He looks mystified and shakes his head. "What do I call you?"
"Pretty Boy." Spencer shifts in his seat.
Derek's hand covers his. "Because that's how I see you."
Spencer crinkles his nose and shifts again.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm…not…" He shakes his head. "No one's ever…"
Derek's fingers curl around his and he lifts Spencer's hand. "Have you seen this hand?" He strokes over Spencer's fingers. "Beautiful. Long fingers, soft skin."
Spencer pulls his hand back and hides it under the table. "They're dry from the hot water."
Undeterred, Derek reaches across the table and runs a hand through Spencer's hair, tucking it behind his ear. "And this hair? This face?" His thumb traces Spencer's cheek bone. "You are beautiful Spencer."
The waitress thankfully shows up then, setting plates in front of them and Spencer doesn't have to point out all the ways Derek is delusional. Derek watches him eat for a minute.
"You don't believe me?"
"I-" Spencer puts his burger down and looks at him. "Not especially."
"Okay, why do you think Tiny is always trying to get you alone in the dressing room? Or Old man Rowe keeps pinching your ass?"
Spencer shrugs and looks out the window. "I just…that's how men are." He doesn't want to think about it. "They all just want something from you. And when you can't stop them from taking it, they do."
It is quiet then and Spencer can feel Derek's eyes. He flushes red and tries to get up from the booth, but Derek stops him. "Is that what you think?"
Spencer doesn't look at him and shrugs.
"Is that what you think of me?"
Spencer's eyes widen and he shakes his head. "No. You…you're…"
"Shit. Spencer, why didn't you say something?"
"Like what?" Spencer's really red now and he wants to get up, wants to leave. He feels exposed and on display. He pulls free of Derek's hand and stands. "What should I have said, that my coach molested me and the whole school knew and I ran away? That I was probably raped before you found me, but I can't really remember? That no man I have ever known has cared what I wanted? That I've wanted to kiss you since I woke up on your couch?"
He turns and runs, covering his mouth as he realizes what he'd said, his face burning with shame. "Spencer!" Derek calls after him, but he runs and doesn't stop until he's standing outside the door to Derek's place. He gives thought briefly to running somewhere else, but really, he's got nowhere to go.
He feels stupid standing there. He lets himself in and paces, knowing Derek's going to come back any minute. When he doesn't appear right away, Spencer goes into the bathroom to shower, trying to figure out how to take back his words.
Spencer hears Derek come in, and stays in the shower a little longer, until the water has run cold and he's starting to shiver. It's only after he gets out and wraps up in a towel that he realizes he didn't bring any clothes in with him.
He paces the small space in just his towel, working up the nerve to go out and apologize for blowing up, for saying those things. He opens the bathroom door to find Derek making the bed. He stops and turns to look at Spencer. "I brought your burger back. Thought you might want it."
Somehow the softness of his voice brings the anger bubbling up inside him. This isn't how it's supposed to be. "You're not…angry?" Spencer asks, swallowing around his own anger.
Derek stops what he is doing and crosses his arms. "Angry? No. I’m sorry."
"Don't be sorry." Spencer responds, shaking his head. "I don't want sorry."
"No? Okay. Lets start there. What do you want?"
"I don't know." Spencer crosses to the dresser and the drawer that holds his things and pulls out a pair of sweats.
"Obviously you want something." Derek prods, moving closer.
Spencer turns, starting a little when he sees how close Derek is. "I…ah….just…I want…" but he can't think beyond Derek's mouth.
"You want to kiss me, Spencer?" Derek asks, moving still closer.
"I…" Spencer shakes his head.
"Has anyone ever kissed you, Pretty Boy?"
Spencer licks his lips and closes his eyes so he won't have to see Derek. "No. Not really. Katie Mendel tried in second grade, but that's…"
"Not the same." The heat of Derek's breath brushes over his lips and Spencer shivers. "I'm going to kiss you Spencer." Derek whispers seconds before his mouth touches Spencer's.
He holds his breath, shaking as Derek's lips caress his, as his tongue glides over them and into his mouth. Derek's hand cups Spencer's face and he deepens the kiss, soft, gentle. When he pulls back, his hand stays, anchoring Spencer, giving him something to hold on to. "I…" His eyes open and Derek is smiling at him. "You…that…"
Derek's grin widens. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"No one…" Spencer exhales and tries to gather his thoughts. "No one ever asks me what I want."
"I'm asking." Derek says softly. His thumb caresses over Spencer's cheek. "Tell me."
Spencer fidgets and licks his lips again, tasting Derek on them. "I liked the kissing."
Derek chuckles and nods. "Yeah, me too." He pulls his hand away and goes back to the bed. "But, I don't want you getting the wrong idea."
Spencer clears his throat and follows him to the bed, helping smooth out the blankets. "Wrong idea?"
"I'm not the same as those other guys, Spencer. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to take something from you."
"Maybe I want to give you something." Spencer says, blushing even as he says it. He can feel Derek looking at him and realizes suddenly he's still only wearing the towel.
Derek comes to his side of the bed and takes both of his hands, kissing them lightly. "I'm here, Spence."
He nods, because he isn't sure what else to do. Derek's closeness is having an effect and soon the towel wasn't going to be enough to hide it. He pulls one hand and reaches for the towel, but only manages to knock it loose, dropping it to the floor, exposing his hardening cock, which only hardens faster now.
He drops his hand to cover it, but Derek catches the hand and lifts it away. "You're beautiful, Spencer." Derek whispers. "May I touch you?"
Again, Spencer nods, the words seemingly gone from his brain as Derek's hands leave his. One of them catches on Spencer's waist, holding him. The other slowly circles around his cock. "Has anyone ever touched you like this?"
Spencer shakes his head, his breathing tight as Derek's hand strokes up the length of his cock. Derek's lips breath over Spencer's mouth, then up his jaw to his ear. "I like that I'm the first."
Spencer shudders, his cock already starting to leak pre-come. "Can I give you something?" Derek asks, his voice still soft and sultry. "I want to show you how good it can feel, Spence."
He kisses his way down Spencer's chest until he is kneeling on the floor. When his tongue swipes over the tip of his cock, Spencer gasps. When his lips close around his cock, Spencer makes a noise like he's never heard before. Derek's hands move to hold him steady while his mouth moves over Spencer's dick.
Spencer's knees wobble as he nears orgasm, too fast. But Derek's mouth doesn't slow down, even when Spencer grabs for his head to warn him, and then he's coming and Derek pulls off just in time, letting Spencer's cock spill onto the floor. He holds Spencer's hips, guides him to sit on the bed behind him as the orgasm fades. Derek's hand caresses the side of his face.
"You okay?"
Spencer nods, his eyes wide. "I…that was…" He surges up and into Derek, kissing him, wanting to tell him how incredible it felt, but even with his vocabulary he couldn't find the words.
"Easy, now." Derek slides his arms around him. "I'm fragile."
"You're amazing." Spencer counters, kissing him.
"Okay, I'm amazing." Derek agrees with a smile. "You're beautiful. We got that settled?"
Spencer nods. "I am also naked." He turns away to pull on his sweats.
"I'm gonna shower, you should eat your burger."
He finds the Styrofoam container on the counter in the kitchen and opens it. This isn't the life he'd imagined when he was younger, but all things considered, he has to admit he's been lucky.
Title: Pretty Boy
Character: Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1564
Summary: In a complete AU, Spencer finds himself uncomfortable and yet attracted to his host, and when he's torn between the two, Derek offers to help him figure it out.
A/Ns & Warnings: Written for angst_bingo, prompt "Wild Card". Immediately follows Picking Up Strays. WARNINGS: Underage, first time oral sex.
They settle into something of a rhythm, a cycle of sleep, eat, work, repeat. It's dull and safe. As safe as it can be working at a gay strip joint in the dirty downtown of Vegas where he's half as likely to be hit on, pinched or fondled by the dancers as he is the clientele.
Derek takes him shopping at a few thrift shops to find him clothes and they celebrate his first payday with dinner at a diner.
"You look good." Derek says as they wait for their food. "Not so skinny."
Spencer blushes and looks out the window. "I don't know how to thank you."
"No need, Pretty Boy, just make good."
Spencer looks at him. "Why do you call me that?"
"What?" He looks mystified and shakes his head. "What do I call you?"
"Pretty Boy." Spencer shifts in his seat.
Derek's hand covers his. "Because that's how I see you."
Spencer crinkles his nose and shifts again.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm…not…" He shakes his head. "No one's ever…"
Derek's fingers curl around his and he lifts Spencer's hand. "Have you seen this hand?" He strokes over Spencer's fingers. "Beautiful. Long fingers, soft skin."
Spencer pulls his hand back and hides it under the table. "They're dry from the hot water."
Undeterred, Derek reaches across the table and runs a hand through Spencer's hair, tucking it behind his ear. "And this hair? This face?" His thumb traces Spencer's cheek bone. "You are beautiful Spencer."
The waitress thankfully shows up then, setting plates in front of them and Spencer doesn't have to point out all the ways Derek is delusional. Derek watches him eat for a minute.
"You don't believe me?"
"I-" Spencer puts his burger down and looks at him. "Not especially."
"Okay, why do you think Tiny is always trying to get you alone in the dressing room? Or Old man Rowe keeps pinching your ass?"
Spencer shrugs and looks out the window. "I just…that's how men are." He doesn't want to think about it. "They all just want something from you. And when you can't stop them from taking it, they do."
It is quiet then and Spencer can feel Derek's eyes. He flushes red and tries to get up from the booth, but Derek stops him. "Is that what you think?"
Spencer doesn't look at him and shrugs.
"Is that what you think of me?"
Spencer's eyes widen and he shakes his head. "No. You…you're…"
"Shit. Spencer, why didn't you say something?"
"Like what?" Spencer's really red now and he wants to get up, wants to leave. He feels exposed and on display. He pulls free of Derek's hand and stands. "What should I have said, that my coach molested me and the whole school knew and I ran away? That I was probably raped before you found me, but I can't really remember? That no man I have ever known has cared what I wanted? That I've wanted to kiss you since I woke up on your couch?"
He turns and runs, covering his mouth as he realizes what he'd said, his face burning with shame. "Spencer!" Derek calls after him, but he runs and doesn't stop until he's standing outside the door to Derek's place. He gives thought briefly to running somewhere else, but really, he's got nowhere to go.
He feels stupid standing there. He lets himself in and paces, knowing Derek's going to come back any minute. When he doesn't appear right away, Spencer goes into the bathroom to shower, trying to figure out how to take back his words.
Spencer hears Derek come in, and stays in the shower a little longer, until the water has run cold and he's starting to shiver. It's only after he gets out and wraps up in a towel that he realizes he didn't bring any clothes in with him.
He paces the small space in just his towel, working up the nerve to go out and apologize for blowing up, for saying those things. He opens the bathroom door to find Derek making the bed. He stops and turns to look at Spencer. "I brought your burger back. Thought you might want it."
Somehow the softness of his voice brings the anger bubbling up inside him. This isn't how it's supposed to be. "You're not…angry?" Spencer asks, swallowing around his own anger.
Derek stops what he is doing and crosses his arms. "Angry? No. I’m sorry."
"Don't be sorry." Spencer responds, shaking his head. "I don't want sorry."
"No? Okay. Lets start there. What do you want?"
"I don't know." Spencer crosses to the dresser and the drawer that holds his things and pulls out a pair of sweats.
"Obviously you want something." Derek prods, moving closer.
Spencer turns, starting a little when he sees how close Derek is. "I…ah….just…I want…" but he can't think beyond Derek's mouth.
"You want to kiss me, Spencer?" Derek asks, moving still closer.
"I…" Spencer shakes his head.
"Has anyone ever kissed you, Pretty Boy?"
Spencer licks his lips and closes his eyes so he won't have to see Derek. "No. Not really. Katie Mendel tried in second grade, but that's…"
"Not the same." The heat of Derek's breath brushes over his lips and Spencer shivers. "I'm going to kiss you Spencer." Derek whispers seconds before his mouth touches Spencer's.
He holds his breath, shaking as Derek's lips caress his, as his tongue glides over them and into his mouth. Derek's hand cups Spencer's face and he deepens the kiss, soft, gentle. When he pulls back, his hand stays, anchoring Spencer, giving him something to hold on to. "I…" His eyes open and Derek is smiling at him. "You…that…"
Derek's grin widens. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"No one…" Spencer exhales and tries to gather his thoughts. "No one ever asks me what I want."
"I'm asking." Derek says softly. His thumb caresses over Spencer's cheek. "Tell me."
Spencer fidgets and licks his lips again, tasting Derek on them. "I liked the kissing."
Derek chuckles and nods. "Yeah, me too." He pulls his hand away and goes back to the bed. "But, I don't want you getting the wrong idea."
Spencer clears his throat and follows him to the bed, helping smooth out the blankets. "Wrong idea?"
"I'm not the same as those other guys, Spencer. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to take something from you."
"Maybe I want to give you something." Spencer says, blushing even as he says it. He can feel Derek looking at him and realizes suddenly he's still only wearing the towel.
Derek comes to his side of the bed and takes both of his hands, kissing them lightly. "I'm here, Spence."
He nods, because he isn't sure what else to do. Derek's closeness is having an effect and soon the towel wasn't going to be enough to hide it. He pulls one hand and reaches for the towel, but only manages to knock it loose, dropping it to the floor, exposing his hardening cock, which only hardens faster now.
He drops his hand to cover it, but Derek catches the hand and lifts it away. "You're beautiful, Spencer." Derek whispers. "May I touch you?"
Again, Spencer nods, the words seemingly gone from his brain as Derek's hands leave his. One of them catches on Spencer's waist, holding him. The other slowly circles around his cock. "Has anyone ever touched you like this?"
Spencer shakes his head, his breathing tight as Derek's hand strokes up the length of his cock. Derek's lips breath over Spencer's mouth, then up his jaw to his ear. "I like that I'm the first."
Spencer shudders, his cock already starting to leak pre-come. "Can I give you something?" Derek asks, his voice still soft and sultry. "I want to show you how good it can feel, Spence."
He kisses his way down Spencer's chest until he is kneeling on the floor. When his tongue swipes over the tip of his cock, Spencer gasps. When his lips close around his cock, Spencer makes a noise like he's never heard before. Derek's hands move to hold him steady while his mouth moves over Spencer's dick.
Spencer's knees wobble as he nears orgasm, too fast. But Derek's mouth doesn't slow down, even when Spencer grabs for his head to warn him, and then he's coming and Derek pulls off just in time, letting Spencer's cock spill onto the floor. He holds Spencer's hips, guides him to sit on the bed behind him as the orgasm fades. Derek's hand caresses the side of his face.
"You okay?"
Spencer nods, his eyes wide. "I…that was…" He surges up and into Derek, kissing him, wanting to tell him how incredible it felt, but even with his vocabulary he couldn't find the words.
"Easy, now." Derek slides his arms around him. "I'm fragile."
"You're amazing." Spencer counters, kissing him.
"Okay, I'm amazing." Derek agrees with a smile. "You're beautiful. We got that settled?"
Spencer nods. "I am also naked." He turns away to pull on his sweats.
"I'm gonna shower, you should eat your burger."
He finds the Styrofoam container on the counter in the kitchen and opens it. This isn't the life he'd imagined when he was younger, but all things considered, he has to admit he's been lucky.