Fic Time!
Prompt 87: Life
Author: Fireness
Beta: None
Characters (Pairings): Reid, Morgan (R/M)
Rating: FRT
Warning(s): Non-graphic sexual situations, slash, mild swearing, angst
Spoilers: 3x16: Elephant’s Memory
Summary: “How long is it gonna take, exactly, for you to be able to open up to me?”
Word Count: 793
Author’s Notes: Hello out there! It’s been awhile - I’ve been so bogged down with schoolwork that I haven’t had time to write anything….until now! I was so happy to see the R/M goodness in the latest episode that I just had to write this post-ep. Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Criminal Minds, nor the characters therein. I just like to play dress-up (down) with them and make them look pretty.
They hadn’t spoken to each other in nearly six hours, despite the airplane’s close proximity. Morgan was still seething about the incident in the street, and Reid…well, Reid knew he had to have his little talk with Hotch first before he could focus his attention on his angry lover. Somehow, though, not-quite through nonverbal agreement, Reid automatically made his way to Morgan’s car when it came time for them to take leave of the office after returning to D.C. They still didn’t speak, even as Morgan got in the driver’s side and made his way not towards Reid’s apartment to drop him off, like the others believed he was, but to his own apartment, where he promptly shoved Reid inside the front door and proceeded to let the younger man know exactly what he thought of the idea of Reid putting himself in danger like he had, still without saying a single word. Spencer did not complain; if this was what his punishment was to be, he certainly would not argue.
Even satiated and somewhat calmer, Derek still did not venture to speak. He lay there silently, propped up on one elbow, tracing idle patterns on Spencer’s chest as he regarded his lover with solemn eyes; Spencer himself was sprawled out, arms above his head in surrender, watching the other man with one eye, waiting. At last Derek heaves a heavy sigh.
“You really scared me today.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You could have been killed.”
“I know.”
“I saw you and Hotch talking on the plane.”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“Pretty much everything I know you’re thinking right now. Well, minus the parts about fucking me into next Tuesday.” He tried an impish smile.
No luck. “This is about more than just you identifying with that kid, isn’t it?”
Spencer lowered his arms to his side, squirming uncomfortably. “I already talked about it with Hotch.”
“Talk to me about it,” Derek pressed.
Spencer looked at him pleadingly. “I will, I promise. Just…not tonight.”
The dark hand abandoned his creamy chest in favour of light brown hair. “Okay,” he agreed readily - too readily. Before Spencer even had time to glance at him suspiciously, he continued. “What was that movie you were watching when we got called in, and why wasn’t I invited?
It was Spencer’s turn to sigh. “I promise, when I’m ready-”
The hand stilled on his face, pushing slightly - not painful, but there was a definite sense of pressure. “I’m sure. And in the meantime, I’m just supposed to wait patiently and not ask any questions, like a good little sex toy-”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. It’s my life-”
“And I’m a part of it!”
Spencer sat up abruptly, all but flinging the restricting hand off of him. “You’re a part of my life, yes, but this is a part that is completely separate-”
“Is that how you’re going to do it, you’re just going to compartmentalize all the little aspects of your life? Or is it that what you really mean is that I’m just a part of your work life, not your real life. That all this -” he gestures broadly at the room - “is just another part of work, and has nothing to do with your personal life.”
“What about you? Do you meant to say that you share every little secret with me? If that’s the case, how is it that I never knew about you getting bullied until just the other day?”
“That was in the past. This is now. I’m in your life now and I want to know what else-”
“It’s private. Why can’t you accept that?”
“Because I don’t want to see you hurting when there might be something I can do to help ease the hurt.”
“There’s not. You’re gonna have to trust me on that.”
Derek stared at him unhappily. “I don’t like it.”
“I’m sorry, but…” His hands fluttered helplessly.
“How long is it gonna take, exactly, for you to be able to open up to me?”
“Exactly, I don’t know.” He hesitated slightly, averting his eyes, then plunged on. “My best guess would be two, maybe three more meetings.”
Derek was silent for a moment as he processed this. At last he gave a small snort and rolled over onto his back, staring at the ceiling. “Lie down, Spencer.”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“I will be if you don’t lie your ass down.”
Spencer smiles sadly into the night as he complies. He burrows in close to the older man, twining his long legs around the other’s, wanting to be as much in contact with him as possible. “I’m sorry.” I love you.
“Don’t worry about it.” I love you, too.