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Opening his eyes, Spencer can feel the sweet soreness in his bottom. He wiggles slightly, savoring the delicious ache. Spencer bites his lip, trying to stifle his moan. Derek suddenly pulls him closer. Smiling, Spencer doesn’t resist as he is tugged firmly against his love. Derek snuffles contently in his sleep. The sweet moment is broken by the sound of their alarm. Derek grunts against his skin, clearly attempting to cling to sleep a little longer. When Spencer reaches over to grab the phone to silent the alarm, Derek grumbles louder and tightens his hold. Luckily, Spencer’s long arms can reach it despite Derek holding him securely.
He turns the alarm off and he lets himself relax in Derek’s arms. Reluctantly, Spencer attempts to detach himself from Derek a few minutes later. But Derek growls and hugs him closer; mumbling mine into his skin like Spencer’s his favorite teddy bear. Laughing, Spencer again tries to escape but Derek is having none of that. He rolls Spencer onto his stomach and lies on top of him, giving Spencer no chance to get away. “Derek. Derek!”
Derek’s mumbles are indecipherable.
“We have to get up, Derek,” Spencer declares calmly. “Stop whining and get off me.”
“No,” Derek growls sleepily.
Spencer struggles harder. “Do you want one of the team to come get us up? I’m naked you know. Do you really want to let one of them see me?”
The threat slowly forces Derek to start to wake. He covers Spencer’s body more completely with his body. “No, mine. Not theirs.” Just the thought of someone seeing his Pretty Boy makes him want to claim Spencer immediately, to show there is no doubt that Spencer belongs to him. Only half awake, Derek slides his cock between Spencer’s cheeks. He groans at the feeling. Even without being inside him, it feels good.
Spencer’s hands tighten in the sheets, the feeling of Derek settling his dick between his cheeks is pure pleasure. Any protest he might have voiced is forgotten as Derek’s hips start to move. His hole clenches as Derek’s cock brushes it as his hips rock forward and back. Spencer can tell when Derek finally wakes completely as his hips stutter. “Pretty Boy,” Derek rumbles, his mouth kissing his shoulder before sinking his teeth into the pale, unmarked skin.
Spencer moans, his whole body clenching at the sharp pain from Derek’s teeth marking his skin. Derek admires the mark, tracing it with his tongue and sucking the beautiful mark. “How are you feeling, Babe?”
“Fuck, Derek. So good,” Spencer promises.
“Sore?”
Imagining Derek pushing inside him again, no prep, Spencer whines. “More, I need more. Fuck me. Fuck me so good it hurts.” His ass clenches helplessly. “I want to feel you, Derek. Feel the burn of you pushing inside me. Deep, so deep. Feel the ache of your big cock splitting me open.” Spencer wants it desperately. To feel Derek’s possession of him every moment, to feel the ache of it with every subtle movement. “Please,” Spencer begs. “Der, please!”
“Such a slut for my dick. Need my cock so badly, don’t you, Baby? You’re fucked raw and still you beg for my dick.”
Spencer whines, his hole clenching desperately despite the steady ache. “Yes, oh, yes. Please. Need your cock, fill my slutty hole.”
Derek chuckles darkly; they both know Spencer is an eager slut for his cock. But then Derek is just as eager to fuck Spencer as Spencer is to be fucked. “My slut. Only mine,” he snarls.
“Yes, only yours. I promise, no one else’s. Please!” Spencer pleads.
Derek can hear the desperation in Spencer’s voice. “Okay, Pretty Boy.” He grabs lube, slicking his cock. Derek doesn’t even touch Spencer’s hole, knowing that when his Baby is like this he needs the aching hurt of the stretch as much as the possession. He goes slow, easing into Spencer inch by inch. Spencer sighs shakily as Derek finally bottoms out.
“Oh, yes. Good,” Spencer mumbles. He’s overwhelmed by the feeling of Derek’s intrusion. It hurts perfectly, just what he needs. Having Derek’s body covering his only makes it all the more pleasurable.
“Fuck you so good. You’ll feel me for days, My Own. With every step, you’ll feel that delicious ache and you will remember who you belong to.” His slow, long, deep strokes emphasize his every word.
Spencer groans, both from the words and the dick moving inside him. “Yes, I belong to you.”
“Just like I belong to you, Baby,” Derek vows. Their lovemaking completely different from last night: intimate and quiet, filled with quiet murmurs of love mixed with filthy words.
Spencer urges Derek on, “So good, Der. Just what I need, your big cock pushing deep inside me, claiming me, showing me I’m yours. Fuck, it hurts so sweetly.”
“You need my cock, fucking inside your pretty, little hole and filling you like no one else can. Need me to push so deep it hurts. You are so hot, so fucking tight around me. Your hole was made just for me. My hole to split open and fuck until you are screaming my name. You crave my dick, my cum. Don’t you?” Derek mutters in a low, dark tone.
Spencer jolts at how deep Derek pushes inside him. Moaning, Spencer promises, “Yes. I fucking need it, need your cock filling me. Need your hot cum deep inside me. Need it, need you.”
“Gonna cum like this, Pretty Boy? Your pretty cock trapped beneath you. Me inside you, crushing you beneath me, hmm?” Spencer’s mouth opens in a silent scream, Derek’s slow, relentless rhythm overwhelming his senses. Derek fucks him slowly, moaning as he takes his man closer and closer to the edge. “Come on, Spencer. Cum for me,” he demands.
Spencer closes his eyes, his entire body focusing on Derek’s cock pressing so, so deep. He’s close. Then Derek sinks his teeth into his shoulder, groaning as he spills inside of Spencer. The pleasurable dual sensation sends him flying. Spencer mewls softly as his cock spurts onto the bedding. Derek’s hips continue to move until Spencer goes boneless. Derek wishes he could stay like this forever, inside of and surrounding his love with his body. Spencer is panting slightly, practically purring when Derek begins to kiss the back of his neck. They stay quietly still, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.
Another alarm starts blaring, signaling that they don’t have much time if they don’t want to be late. With a sigh, Derek kisses Spencer’s shoulder and eases off him. He turns off the alarm and says, “Okay, Babe. Sponge bath time.”
Spencer gingerly stands with help from Derek. He smiles goofily at the persistent ache in his bottom.
Derek would feel bad for the way Spencer is walking but the ridiculously cheerful grin on his love’s face makes it clear that Spencer is on cloud nine. He looks incredibly fucked out. Grinning at Spencer’s happiness, Derek washes his love. He is extra carefully as he washes Spencer’s sore hole. Derek finds no tears, which he is thankful for. He laughs as Spencer’s dick twitches tiredly as he cleans his Baby out. “I don’t think you could handle another round, Babe.”
“Could so,” Spencer whines.
Derek swats his behind gently, “Could not.” He takes hold of Spencer’s spent cock. “I don’t think you are going to get hard again anytime soon.”
Spencer’s pink lips stick out in an adorable pout. “So, I could still take another round of you pounding into me.”
Derek chuckles. “Don’t think so, Pretty Boy. My cock is more tired than yours.”
“I bet you could,” Spencer boasts.
“Keep dreaming. I’m all fucked out and whose fault is that, hmm?”
Spencer pouts again and Derek can’t resist kissing those cute, pouting lips. Their kiss is slow and easy. When it breaks, Derek rests his forehead against Spencer’s. “Was it worth it?”
Spencer wiggles, feeling the intense ache with every movement. “Yesss,” he hisses.
Derek smiles at the blissful expression on Spencer’s face. “Good. Then you can explain to the doctor why your stitches got torn.”
Spencer is too happy to let something that minor bother him. They both dress and pack up their stuff. Derek takes the bags and watches Spencer walk slowly to the door. Before he can open it, Derek drawls, “You know everyone is going to know what happened last night and this morning as soon as they see your face.” Spencer turns to face Derek, eying him questionably. “You look utterly fucked out, Spencer. I’m pretty sure that anyone that looks at you will realize it.”
Spencer smirks. “Good.” If he looks fucked out, it’s because he is. Spencer feels like he is on a fucked out high and it feels amazing. “I’m basking in it, Der. I don’t care, I’m not hiding it.”
Derek shrugs and smiles. “Whatever you want, Baby.”
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They find the others waiting in the lobby. JJ is the first to spot them. She chokes on her coffee at the expression on Spencer’s face. Dave slaps her back with a little smile on his lips. Emily has a leering grin on her face, the same that Penelope would likely have if she was present. Aaron’s slightly raised brows are his only visible reaction.
“Sleep well?” Emily asks slyly.
Despite realizing that everyone seems to know what happened last night, Derek tries to be discreet because heaven knows Spencer certainly isn’t. Why he’s even attempting is a mystery even to him; Spencer’s expression makes it blatantly obvious what happened. “Fine.” The following silence is a bit awkward for Derek. He’s hoping they won’t bring it up but the look on Emily’s face makes it apparent she isn’t letting this go.
“What about you, Spencer?” Emily inquires.
Trying to take control, Derek rushes to say, “No questions before coffee.”
Spencer waves off the concern, “Pfft!” He smiles widely. “I slept great!”
JJ mutters under her breath, “I bet you did.”
“What was that JJ?” Spencer asks.
Jennifer’s mouth opens and closes, trying to decide whether to go there or just let it go. Before she can say anything, Rossi cuts in. “The walls in this hotel are quite thin, was anyone else disturbed by—loud noises?”
Derek closes his eyes, scrubbing his face with his hand. Last night he’d been too focused on Spencer and his near miss to even think about how loud they were. He’s fairly certain they were loud, too loud. “Fuck,” he exclaims quietly.
Emily giggles, “Exactly.”
“Unfortunately,” Aaron mutters. He’d like to forget what he heard but he cannot. Spencer’s giddy, love fucked look isn’t helping either. “Who’s up for breakfast?” Aaron asks with a hint of desperation. He really, really doesn’t want to talk about this.
JJ smirks, “I’m sure Derek and Spencer are hungry. Or maybe Spencer’s already had his hunger satisfied.”
Derek groans, with both women on the scent he doesn’t have a prayer of escaping this likely excruciating conversation.
“How about it, Spencer? Are you satisfied?”
Spencer turns to Emily and smirks. “I am exceedingly satisfied.” He knows exactly what she is asking and he’s feeling smug enough to revel in his satisfaction.
Derek and Aaron groan at the same time. Both are fervently wishing to escape this conversation. “We need to go, Spencer tore his stitches!” Derek announces, praying he can leave with Spencer. Immediately. The plan backfires though. It only sharpens the interest of the women like blood in the water to a shark.
“And how did that happen?” Emily wonders, her smile almost shark-like.
“I—rmmmph,” Spencer starts but Derek covers his mouth.
Not releasing Spencer’ mouth, Derek lies, “It happened while he was sleeping. Isn’t that right, Pretty Boy?” He gives Spencer a significant look.
“Are you sure about that, Morgan?” Dave asks, his eyes twinkling in amusement. “Perhaps they were ripped open by some kind of exertion.”He’s had his fair share of embarrassing morning afters. He intends on enjoying Derek’s embarrassment, who would have thought a sexual guy like Derek could be uncomfortable talking about his sex life. Derek clearly didn’t think about hiding it last night. They all heard him and Spencer. Dave truly didn’t need to know that Spencer’s a slut for Derek’s dick or anything else that came through the walls in crystal clear clarity.
Aaron tries one last time to change the subject. “Who wants more coffee? Or breakfast? Or to finish this case out and go home?” He’s ignored completely.
“Yes, Derek, how could have Spencer’s stitches been torn, hmm?” JJ wonders mysteriously.
Derek’s expression hardens. “He fell, okay. Leave it alone.” Spencer isn’t even listening to the conversation. He is in his own little world, shifting his weight to feel the ache flair deliciously.
Resigned to the conversation, Aaron drawls in disbelief, “He fell. That’s the best you can come up with, Morgan?”
“It’s true, didn’t you see him limping?!” Derek protests.
The others laugh, the excuse isn’t going to fly but Derek seems to be clinging to the fall explanation with both hands. “Oh, he’s limping alright. Maybe he fell on something—hard,” Emily purrs.
JJ laughs. “More like he jumped on it with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas.”
“Oh dear god,” Derek exclaims, wishing they weren’t having this conversation.
Dave eyes Derek with amusement. “You had to know this was coming, Morgan.”
Shaking his head, he admits, “No, I really didn’t.”
Dave laughs. “Consider it payback for what we heard, what we all heard.”
“What the whole place heard, I’m surprised no one called to complain,” Aaron mutters.
Emily grins. “Oh, Aaron. No one called because it was hot.”
Aaron is pointedly silent. No way is he admitting that it was, it really was.
Derek looks horrified. “Oh my god! You got off on it, didn’t you?!”
Emily’s grin only widens while JJ blushes. Dave just smirks while Aaron struggles to remain stoic.
“Kill me now,” Derek mumbles to himself, groaning.
The moment is broken by Spencer’s clearly pleasurable moan. Every eye falls upon him, as he shifts on his feet. The ache in his ass is intoxicating.
Derek shakes his head at his love. Spencer should be the one embarrassed but he’s blissfully distracted by the ache he craved so intensely.
Emily blurts out, “Shit, just look at him. You fucked him into nirvana.”
Suddenly they all start to feel uncomfortable. They know exactly what Spencer is doing as they all heard Spencer begging to be fucked until he ached and Derek giving in rather enthusiastically to his desire.
“Right, we should—we should—yes—go,” Aaron says inarticulately.
Spencer breaks out of his haze enough to look over his friend’s expressions. He smirks as the uncomfortable body language they all are exhibiting. “Everyone have a good night? I know I did.”
Derek barks out a laugh and then tries to disguise it as a cough. His Spencer is actually gloating.
“Clearly not as good as you,” Dave drawls.
Spencer’s smile is rather haughty. “Clearly.”
Emily chuckles. “I wonder. Once your fucked out haze wears off, will your embarrassment hit you like a brick wall? Because trust me, all of us,” Emily gestures to the whole group, “heard everything. You begged Derek to fuck you and he fucked your genius brain out.”
Aaron rubs his temples, “Emily—”
“What? It’s true! We might as well have been in with them watching it!”
Derek has to laugh at the absurdity of this conversation.
“Yes but do we need to talk about it? I just want to forget what I heard,” Aaron says with an annoyed sigh.
Dave smirks at his friend’s exasperation. “Touchy, are you sure you don’t want to tell us anything, Aaron?”
Aaron narrows his eyes, glaring at Rossi. “No.”
Dave doesn’t flinch. He isn’t intimidated, not even by Aaron’s intensely focused glare. Like he is talking to a child, Dave explains, “Sometimes men like other men. You’re a special snowflake.” Aaron rolls his eyes. “We will accept you no matter what. I know just the guy for you!”
Aaron’s mouth hangs open in shock. “You? What?!”
Rossi smirks smugly. He stage whispers conspiringly to the others, “He’s not denying it.”
Spencer pats Aaron’s arm. “Good for you, Aaron! You’ll love it! Might loosen up that stick up your ass to have something more pleasurable up there,” Spencer snickers.
Aaron stares at Spencer in disbelief. He’s completely stunned. His subordinate hypothesized that getting fucked in the ass would be good for him. Aaron’s mouth opens and closes, too taken aback to form words. He ignores the laughter of the others, who apparently find it hilarious. “I’m not gay,” Aaron argued sounding exasperated.
Spencer pats Aaron condescendingly, “Of course not.” A self-satisfied grin forms on his face while Spencer declares, “Just like Derek wasn’t gay, right?”
JJ and Emily are laughing so hard that tears are coming down their faces. Derek’s stomach hurts from laughing and Dave looks greatly amused.
Aaron splutters. He doesn’t know how this turned around to him. Before he can protest further, Spencer seems to take pity on him. “Take your time, Aaron. Find a nice man when you are ready.”
Aaron opens his mouth but snaps it shut. Maybe if he doesn’t respond the subject will be dropped. He gets his wish when Dave coaxes everyone to leave the lobby and head out for some breakfast. Of course Aaron could have done without the pitying look Dave gives him but at least the subject of his possible sexual awakening of homosexual tendencies is dropped. He lets himself pout a little on the way to the vehicles before he shoves it deep into a box in his mind to ignore for as long as he can.