Title: Afterwards, in a Semi-Cheap Hotel Room
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Gideon/Reid/Morgan
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Post-"Somebody's Watching"
Summary: Porn.
Dis: Not mine. Lied.
Author's Notes: Lookit! Porn!

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Jason’s pressed against his front, broad hands holding his hips, lips trailing over his face and neck. Derek’s pressed against his back, hands working the buttons of Spencer’s shirt from behind, teeth nibbling the back of his neck, half-moans coming from his mouth that make Spencer cant his hips straight into Jason. Jason smiles against his neck, licks a tendon, and brings up his head.

“New rule. No blondes.”

Spencer can’t help but laugh. It turns into a gasp and groan when Derek’s fingers slide over the front of his pants. “I-I-“ He clamps his mouth shut, waits for his brain to kick back into gear. He wants to make a grand promise about no blondes. Wants to point out that a mirror would prove his attractions don’t run that way. Instead, what comes out is a breathy, hitched, “Please”, and a sigh of relief as Derek unbuckles his pants.

“And no pools.” Derek’s voice is harsh, perhaps a bit angry, but mostly just hot and wanting and shiver-inducing in a way that makes the hair on Spencer’s arms stand on end. “And no more art galleries.”

“Jason-“ Spencer’s cut off when Jason kisses him on the mouth, wet and dirty with a nip to his bottom lip that makes his breathing ratchet up another notch. He pulls away forcibly, not wanting to take the full blame for starting the whole thing. “Jason made me go. Said I needed to see more art to understand it.” Spencer feels Derek lift his head, knows that Derek is looking straight at Gideon, but he doesn’t bother to open his eyes to confirm it.

“And no more art galleries for you, either.”

Spencer does open his eyes to see the kiss. It’s a full-out battle of wills, whoever pulls away first loses. Spencer curls his fingers into Jason’s belt and wraps a hand around Derek’s hip and stands on his toes when they both press against him to get closer to each other. He feels, briefly, like he understands masochists, because the press of the two of them is starting to make his ribs ache, and it’s making his dick throb and his fingers scrabble, and it’s only digging his fingers deep into the soft part of Derek’s well-defined hip muscle that makes Derek back away from Jason and lets Spencer breathe.

There’s no respite, though. Not from the two of them. Two minutes later Spencer is completely nude on the bed. Jason is kneeling between his spread knees, and Derek is propping him up from behind.

“You’re going to watch every second of this.”

And Derek’s teeth are nibbling his neck, his ear, the edge of his collarbone, and Jason gives him one fiery look before sucking in the head of his dick, and Spencer forces his eyes to stay open as he rides the sensation. Let’s down every barrier he has, let’s every thought escape, and he comes with a small scream and a grunt, and a jerk to his hips that might have choked Jason, had he not had the foresight to hold Spencer still. And then, for a few moments, there is quiet, and in those few moments, Spencer forgets about every blonde he has ever known.