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Derek was tense.
With a serial killer and a copycat on the loose, they had spent nearly a week in a town almost 4 hours away, sleeping in a dingy hotel that looked like it hadn't been renovated since it was built. The local police were less than helpful, and it took them way longer to solve the case than necessary.
Everyone was overly tense, what with the lack of sleep and long hours, but Derek more so than anyone else.
He was snappy, could barely keep his eyes open and looked like he was ready to punch anyone who so much as looked at him wrong. Spencer didn't know what to do to help, but he was getting rather sick of being yelled at every two seconds.
Derek didn't mean to be so upset with everyone, that much was clear, but the entire team couldn't help but walk on eggshells around him.
It was nearing twelve in the afternoon, and everyone was already exhausted. They were standing around a table covered in evidence pictures, minds working harder than ever to try and figure out a way to stop the killer before it was too late.
Derek clenched his fists as he watched Spencer pace anxiously, shoes rubbing against the floor in a way that reminded him of nails against a chalkboard. He took a deep breath and tried to stop himself from getting angry, but Spencer just wouldn't stop pacing and the way JJ kept clicking her own just made him so irritated.
"Spencer! Can you please just stand still, you're pissing me off!"
Spencer stopped pacing almost instantly, face falling as he nodded quickly and moved to sit down. Derek sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face, moving to stand closer to the table.
"Look, I'm sorry, pretty boy. I didn't mean to snap at you like that" He tried to apologise, but Spencer just stood up and walked out of the room.
Derek sighed as he looked in the direction his friend has just went, guilt coursing through his veins. He looked back to his team, silently asking them for help.
"Go after him" JJ smiled understandably, and Derek nodded gratefully as he followed her instructions.
It didn't take him long to find Spencer, knowing where the younger man usually went when he needed a break from the gruesome photos of dead bodies. He knocked on the wooden door and waited a few seconds before turning the knob slowly, pushing the door open.
To his surprise, Spencer was sitting cross legged on the small table, a small smile creeping onto his face as he saw who was at the door. The younger man didn't look upset or angry; he appeared to be waiting for Derek, like he knew he would follow.
"Spence, i'm so sorry I got mad at you like that, i'm just so tired and I just wanna go home"
It sounded like a lame excuse, but it was the truth. Not a single person on the team had managed to get much sleep, but Derek felt like he hadn't slept in months. His only source of energy this past week had been caffeine and the occasional 10- minute nap.
Spencer smiled in almost amusement, hopping off the table and slowly moving to stand in front of the older man. "I know, Derek. I'm not upset with you"
Derek couldn't quite manage to keep the confusion off his face; something Spencer found quite amusing by the looks of it. "Then why did you walk out like you did?"
Spencer stepped a little closer than normal, moving to rest his hand lightly on Derek's chest, feeling the way his heart sped up at the touch. "Because I knew you'd follow me"
Derek couldn't help the surprise gasp that left his mouth as Spencer slowly started to trail his hand down his partner's broad frame, coming to rest on his hip.
"What are you doing, Pretty boy?" Derek swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way his body was reacting to his friends touch. His voice was so quiet, so nervous it was almost pathetic, but Spencer seemed to relish in it.
"I know you've been so pent up lately, we all have. Maybe it's time you let out some steam"
Derek knew what he meant almost instantly and could feel his legs struggling to hold his body up. He had been attracted to Spencer ever since he first joined the fbi, the younger man giving him more hard ons in one month than ever.
He had jerked off to the thought of Spencer touching him more than he would like to admit, and it was a little hard to wrap his head around the fact his fantasies were about to become a reality.
Derek could feel his throat getting drier by the second, hands clenching as he fought off the urge to grab Spencer by those tantalising curls and fuck him into the table.
"Spencer, are you saying what I think you're saying?"
Spencer shrugged almost smugly, hands coming to play with the collar of Derek's shirt teasingly. "It doesn't have to mean anything; just a friend helping his co-worker release some tension"
"And if I want it to mean something?" The words left his mouth before his brain caught up, but judging by the way Spencer's eyes darkened and he bit his lip, they were thinking the same things.
"Then we can figure it out later"
Derek nodded and let out a breath, hands sweating as he watched the way Spencer's eyes flickered between his eyes and lips, like he was just waiting for permission.
"Tell me to back off and we can pretend this never happened" Spencer met his eyes, brown doe eyes making Derek feel so safe and loved.
"I-I don't want you to stop" Derek watched as Spencer smiled in what appeared to be relief.
Spencer stepped impossibly closer until their bodies were pressed together, lips so close together yet so far apart. Derek could feel his self restraint quickly disappearing, replaced with an urge to drop to his knees and do whatever Spencer said.
It was clear Spencer was the one in charge here, and that thought alone made Derek so unbelievably aroused.
"Then what do you want me to do?" Spencer bit his lip and angled his head upwards, eyes sparking so beautifully in the dim lighting.
Derek cleared his throat in an attempt to get some control of his body back, but it was no use, not when Spencer kept looking at him like that.
"I want you to kiss me"
Spencer smiled as he leant forward, catching Derek's lips in a kiss that made them both feel lightheaded. It was nothing more than a mere press of their lips together, but it was enough to make them want more.
Derek was the one to deepen the kiss, bringing one hand to rest on Spencer's cheek, the other resting on his slim waist. He found the perfect moment to slip his tongue past Spencer's soft lips, making him gasp in surprise.
As soon as their tongues met all self restraint flew out the window and they couldn't keep their hands off each-other. Derek kept his hands resting on Spencer's waist as the younger man started to slowly slide his hands lower and lower until they were resting just above Derek's belt.
Spencer pulled back and looked Derek in the eye. "Are you sure you want to do this? It's not too late to back out"
Derek shook his head and captured Spencer's lips again, forcing his tongue into the other man's mouth. "Please don't stop"
Derek could feel the way Spencer smiled against his lips but tried not to think about what that could mean, too busy trying not to trip over his own feet as Spencer gently guided him to walk backwards until his back hit the wall.
Spencer started making quick work of loosening Derek's belt, dainty fingers unzipping his pants and cupping his cock. The older man let out a surprised gasp and broke the kiss, letting his head fall against the wall with a soft thump.
"God, that feels so good" Derek's mind was already foggy, so unbelievably aroused it was hard to believe things were just beginning.
Spencer grinned, using both hands to slide Derek's pants down enough to be able to properly touch him. "Yeah? Tell me how good it feels"
Derek lifted his head up and swallowed, mouth falling open in a silent moan as Spencer started slowly rubbing him through his underwear. The pace was so slow, so unbearably slow it felt like too much and not enough at the same time.
"I can't even describe how good it feels" Derek rolled his head sideways, catching Spencer in another heated kiss.
"Have I rendered you speechless already?" Spencer was teasing him, but they both knew it was true.
Spencer continued to slowly tease him for what seemed like hours before he finally took Derek's cock out of its confinements, licking his hand in a way that made Derek so utterly desperate.
"Fuck, Spencer!" Derek let out a pathetic moan as Spencer started to work his wet hand up and down Derek's dick.
"That's the plan" Spencer smirked, pressing his body closer to Derek's until he could feel the pressure of his own cock starting to release.
Derek let out a combination of a chuckle and a gasp as Spencer started to twist his hand around Derek's cock, pumping faster and faster with each passing second.
He was in a state of total euphoria; body tingling as the delicious feeling of an oncoming orgasm rushed through his body, hands clutching desperately at Spencer's hips as the younger man shoved his tongue down his throat.
The fantasies were nothing like the real thing, Derek thought to himself as Spencer pressed his body closer, slowing his hand movements down until Derek was desperately rutting against his palm. It was passionate, beautiful and desperate; and came to an end sooner than both men would have liked.
Exactly a minute and thirty seconds later Derek let out a muffled groan as his orgasm hit, Spencer continuing to pump his hand at a fast pace until the older man was almost whimpering with over sensitivity.
"Fuck, Pretty boy" Derek swallowed hard, tipping his forehead forward until it came to rest on Spencer's shoulder. "Who knew you could make a guy come like that"
Spencer chuckled, bringing his clean hand up gently rub Derek's scalp. "I'm a man of many talents"
Derek laughed and lifted his head up, roughly pulling Spencer's hips forward. He had been so wrapped up in his own pleasure he completely forgot about Spencer; who's arousal could be felt through his corduroy pants.
"Let me help you" Derek made a move to touch Spencer but the younger man grabbed his hand before he could, bringing him in for another breathtaking kiss
The kiss left Derek breathless and panting, already aroused as a result , but he just knew they couldn't continue for much longer. They had already been gone for longer than necessary and it was only a matter of time before someone came looking for them.
"I'm alright" Spencer smiled at him, using his clean hand to gently zip Derek's pants back up.
"Are you sure?" Derek bit his lip uncertainly, watching as Spencer just chuckled and smirked almost teasingly.
"I'm sure" The young genius said, tucking Derek's shirt back in. "Besides, it means whatever this is.. can be continued"
Derek smiled, unable to keep the pure happiness off his face at the thought of doing this with his pretty boy again. Sex with Spencer wasn't something he would just be able to forget; so it was relieving to know he wouldn't have to.
Spencer leaned in a placed a softer kiss on the older man's lips before pulling away completely, moving to open the door.
"Tonight at mine ?"
Derek could only manage to nod in response, so overwhelmed with the fact that { had just had sex with Spencer, and the fact that he would get to do it again mere hours from now.
Whatever tension he previously had was replaced with a feeling of excitement; maybe he should snap at Spencer more often.