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carolinecrane) wrote2010-11-04 03:31 pm
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Fic: Zeroes and Ones 18/? (Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, NC17)
Title: Zeroes and Ones 18/?
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Rating: NC17
Summary: AU. This diverges from canon directly after 4x01. When Derek's offered the job heading up the NYC field office, he takes it for the good of his career. He expects to leave the BAU and everyone he knew in Virginia behind, but some people are easier to let go of than others.
A/N: We are officially entering 'not betaed' territory. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to point out anything weird so I can fix it before the final version goes up on AO3.
Hours later, lying in the dark listening to Spencer breathe, Derek wouldn't be able to remember how they'd gotten all the way to the third floor without hurting something. His pulled muscle ached a little more than it probably should, and he was pretty sure Spencer was going to have a bruise from checking his shoulder on the stair railing when he lost his balance while he was trying to get Derek out of his shirt. And Derek knew from experience that undressing on the move was usually a bad plan, but it turned out common sense went right out the window when Spencer was around.
From the first moment he kissed Spencer he knew all the rules were about to change. All Spencer had to do was look at him and say, "It's my fault", and Derek was gone.
The truth was he'd been gone for a long time before Spencer ever said anything. He'd denied it for a long time, told himself he was imagining their connection because they worked so closely together and Spencer didn't have anybody else to look out for him. When that stopped working he'd ignored it, thrown himself into renovation projects and a series of casual relationships that didn't do a thing for him but make him feel even more like he was missing something important. Then the job offer came along, and he might have said no if it hadn't been for Hotch telling him he couldn't handle it.
If he'd said no he'd probably still be ignoring how much he wanted Spencer, lying to himself every chance he got about why he worried so much when Spencer let a case get too far under his skin. Derek pushed himself up on one elbow to look down at Spencer, reaching out to push blond hair away from his forehead.
Spencer had been too skinny for as long as Derek had known him, so he wasn't surprised that Spencer hardly took up any space in his bed. He had one arm tucked under his pillow, the other one curled tight against his chest like even in his sleep he was afraid to reach out. Like he didn't know how to ask for what he wanted.
Derek was still watching when Spencer's eyelids fluttered, then he murmured in his sleep and shook his head against the pillow. He trailed his fingers along Spencer's cheek, not trying to wake him up, really, but they only had a few more nights together, and Derek wanted to touch as much as he could before he had to put Spencer back on a plane to Virginia.
His hand traveled down Spencer's neck, then along the shoulder he'd bruised just a couple hours ago. Derek grinned at the memory of Spencer's muffled 'ow' against his mouth, then his annoyed frown when Derek pulled back to make sure he was okay.
"It's fine," Spencer had said, then he'd gone right back to taking Derek's clothes off.
Once he got down to bare skin Spencer made a sound like he hadn't really expected Derek to let it go this far, and after that he stopped being shy about touching. His hands were everywhere, flexing against Derek's skin and tugging at the suit pants he was still wearing as Derek backed Spencer into his bedroom.
He half expected Spencer to get shy again once Derek got him out of his clothes, but either he was too turned on to be self-conscious, or he just didn't mind the way Derek looked at him. And he was looking, pressing Spencer back against his pillows and taking his time pulling his own pants off, eyes on Spencer the whole time. He watched the way Spencer's pale skin flushed under Derek's touch, the way he arched up into every kiss and the way his lips parted on a surprised gasp when Derek's mouth closed around him for the first time.
It wasn't the most adventurous sex he'd ever had, but it was Spencer, and it turned out that made all the difference. Spencer gasping his name and clutching at his shoulders, Spencer breathing against his mouth and wrapping those fingers of his around Derek's cock, eyes open to watch is hand move in time to the shallow thrusts of Derek's hips like he was memorizing the way they looked together. Maybe he was. Derek sure as hell knew he'd be spending his nights picturing Spencer all flushed and boneless until he found a way to see Spencer in person again.
And that was the problem; he couldn't let this happen while they were both with the BAU, but now...now he knew exactly what he'd been denying himself all this time. He knew and he'd worry about Spencer even more, about how he was coping with the stuff he saw every day and how he was coping with the fact that Derek was three hundred miles away where he couldn't put his hands on Spencer's shoulders until he felt the stress flow right out of him.
Derek's hand moved down Spencer's shoulder to his back, palm flat against warm skin and watching his hand rise and fall with every breath Spencer took. Maybe it was selfish, dragging Spencer into a complicated long-distance mess Derek couldn't do anything to fix. But he couldn't stand there and let Spencer blame himself for chasing Derek away, not when Spencer had been telling himself for months that Derek didn't feel the same way. He couldn't just stand by and let Spencer think he wasn't important to Derek; Spencer was maybe the most important person in Derek's life, and he wasn't even sure when that happened, but it had and he wasn't going to try to take it back.
Spencer stirred under his touch and lifted his head to blink at Derek over his shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Derek said, leaning in to press a kiss to Spencer's shoulder. "Just thinking about you."
"You're thinking really loud," Spencer said, and Derek's laugh caught in his throat when Spencer turned to face him. "Now you have to help me get back to sleep."
Derek grinned and leaned in to press a soft kiss to the corner of Spencer's mouth. "That's not a problem, Pretty Boy."
Spencer's arms slid around his neck and Derek turned until their mouths were fitted together, hand traveling down Spencer's side to slide under his thigh and hook Spencer's leg up over Derek's waist. He'd pictured those long legs hooked around his waist a hundred times, tried not to picture it a thousand more, and now that it was really happening Derek wasn't sure he'd ever get enough.
"There some reason you have to fly back on Saturday?" he asked, mouth moving along Spencer's jaw to nip at the soft skin under his chin.
"Mmm...the symposium ends on Friday," Spencer answered. His hands were on Derek's shoulders again, kneading the muscles at the back of his neck until Derek arched up into his touch. "That's what the secretary at the University booked."
"So you don't have big plans back in Virginia on Sunday?"
"No," Spencer said, but Derek could tell he wasn't really paying attention.
He pushed up on one elbow to look down at Spencer, taking a minute to admire the sharp lines of his face and the way his hair fell across his forehead.
"Good," he said, then he leaned in and kissed Spencer again. "Tomorrow you're changing your flight to Sunday. I want a whole day of you all to myself."
Spencer murmured something that sounded close enough to 'okay' to satisfy Derek, then he angled his hips and thrust up and Derek gave up on conversation and focused his attention on the warm body under his. He'd bought himself one more day with Spencer; it wasn't even close to enough, but it was more than he'd had a few minutes ago, so he'd take it.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Rating: NC17
Summary: AU. This diverges from canon directly after 4x01. When Derek's offered the job heading up the NYC field office, he takes it for the good of his career. He expects to leave the BAU and everyone he knew in Virginia behind, but some people are easier to let go of than others.
A/N: We are officially entering 'not betaed' territory. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to point out anything weird so I can fix it before the final version goes up on AO3.
Hours later, lying in the dark listening to Spencer breathe, Derek wouldn't be able to remember how they'd gotten all the way to the third floor without hurting something. His pulled muscle ached a little more than it probably should, and he was pretty sure Spencer was going to have a bruise from checking his shoulder on the stair railing when he lost his balance while he was trying to get Derek out of his shirt. And Derek knew from experience that undressing on the move was usually a bad plan, but it turned out common sense went right out the window when Spencer was around.
From the first moment he kissed Spencer he knew all the rules were about to change. All Spencer had to do was look at him and say, "It's my fault", and Derek was gone.
The truth was he'd been gone for a long time before Spencer ever said anything. He'd denied it for a long time, told himself he was imagining their connection because they worked so closely together and Spencer didn't have anybody else to look out for him. When that stopped working he'd ignored it, thrown himself into renovation projects and a series of casual relationships that didn't do a thing for him but make him feel even more like he was missing something important. Then the job offer came along, and he might have said no if it hadn't been for Hotch telling him he couldn't handle it.
If he'd said no he'd probably still be ignoring how much he wanted Spencer, lying to himself every chance he got about why he worried so much when Spencer let a case get too far under his skin. Derek pushed himself up on one elbow to look down at Spencer, reaching out to push blond hair away from his forehead.
Spencer had been too skinny for as long as Derek had known him, so he wasn't surprised that Spencer hardly took up any space in his bed. He had one arm tucked under his pillow, the other one curled tight against his chest like even in his sleep he was afraid to reach out. Like he didn't know how to ask for what he wanted.
Derek was still watching when Spencer's eyelids fluttered, then he murmured in his sleep and shook his head against the pillow. He trailed his fingers along Spencer's cheek, not trying to wake him up, really, but they only had a few more nights together, and Derek wanted to touch as much as he could before he had to put Spencer back on a plane to Virginia.
His hand traveled down Spencer's neck, then along the shoulder he'd bruised just a couple hours ago. Derek grinned at the memory of Spencer's muffled 'ow' against his mouth, then his annoyed frown when Derek pulled back to make sure he was okay.
"It's fine," Spencer had said, then he'd gone right back to taking Derek's clothes off.
Once he got down to bare skin Spencer made a sound like he hadn't really expected Derek to let it go this far, and after that he stopped being shy about touching. His hands were everywhere, flexing against Derek's skin and tugging at the suit pants he was still wearing as Derek backed Spencer into his bedroom.
He half expected Spencer to get shy again once Derek got him out of his clothes, but either he was too turned on to be self-conscious, or he just didn't mind the way Derek looked at him. And he was looking, pressing Spencer back against his pillows and taking his time pulling his own pants off, eyes on Spencer the whole time. He watched the way Spencer's pale skin flushed under Derek's touch, the way he arched up into every kiss and the way his lips parted on a surprised gasp when Derek's mouth closed around him for the first time.
It wasn't the most adventurous sex he'd ever had, but it was Spencer, and it turned out that made all the difference. Spencer gasping his name and clutching at his shoulders, Spencer breathing against his mouth and wrapping those fingers of his around Derek's cock, eyes open to watch is hand move in time to the shallow thrusts of Derek's hips like he was memorizing the way they looked together. Maybe he was. Derek sure as hell knew he'd be spending his nights picturing Spencer all flushed and boneless until he found a way to see Spencer in person again.
And that was the problem; he couldn't let this happen while they were both with the BAU, but now...now he knew exactly what he'd been denying himself all this time. He knew and he'd worry about Spencer even more, about how he was coping with the stuff he saw every day and how he was coping with the fact that Derek was three hundred miles away where he couldn't put his hands on Spencer's shoulders until he felt the stress flow right out of him.
Derek's hand moved down Spencer's shoulder to his back, palm flat against warm skin and watching his hand rise and fall with every breath Spencer took. Maybe it was selfish, dragging Spencer into a complicated long-distance mess Derek couldn't do anything to fix. But he couldn't stand there and let Spencer blame himself for chasing Derek away, not when Spencer had been telling himself for months that Derek didn't feel the same way. He couldn't just stand by and let Spencer think he wasn't important to Derek; Spencer was maybe the most important person in Derek's life, and he wasn't even sure when that happened, but it had and he wasn't going to try to take it back.
Spencer stirred under his touch and lifted his head to blink at Derek over his shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Derek said, leaning in to press a kiss to Spencer's shoulder. "Just thinking about you."
"You're thinking really loud," Spencer said, and Derek's laugh caught in his throat when Spencer turned to face him. "Now you have to help me get back to sleep."
Derek grinned and leaned in to press a soft kiss to the corner of Spencer's mouth. "That's not a problem, Pretty Boy."
Spencer's arms slid around his neck and Derek turned until their mouths were fitted together, hand traveling down Spencer's side to slide under his thigh and hook Spencer's leg up over Derek's waist. He'd pictured those long legs hooked around his waist a hundred times, tried not to picture it a thousand more, and now that it was really happening Derek wasn't sure he'd ever get enough.
"There some reason you have to fly back on Saturday?" he asked, mouth moving along Spencer's jaw to nip at the soft skin under his chin.
"Mmm...the symposium ends on Friday," Spencer answered. His hands were on Derek's shoulders again, kneading the muscles at the back of his neck until Derek arched up into his touch. "That's what the secretary at the University booked."
"So you don't have big plans back in Virginia on Sunday?"
"No," Spencer said, but Derek could tell he wasn't really paying attention.
He pushed up on one elbow to look down at Spencer, taking a minute to admire the sharp lines of his face and the way his hair fell across his forehead.
"Good," he said, then he leaned in and kissed Spencer again. "Tomorrow you're changing your flight to Sunday. I want a whole day of you all to myself."
Spencer murmured something that sounded close enough to 'okay' to satisfy Derek, then he angled his hips and thrust up and Derek gave up on conversation and focused his attention on the warm body under his. He'd bought himself one more day with Spencer; it wasn't even close to enough, but it was more than he'd had a few minutes ago, so he'd take it.