Previous part of Superheros.

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A.N: Okay, I can't write JJ, and all of a sudden for one scene it randomly becomes summer, which is completely inconsistent with the timeline. But...whatever.
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Scene Six: Obvious
 
The problem with being covered in hickeys is that people can see them. Not all of them, at least not in this case, but... enough.
 
The unfortunate thing is, Spencer Reid does not believe in turtlenecks. He'll subject himself, if he has to, to suits and ties and dress shoes, if necessary for his job (which luckily it isn't), or more recently to the clothes JJ picked out for him, (which he feels less comfortable in than his old "ugly" stuff, but make Morgan look at his ass more than he used to, which is completely worth it), but he will not wear turtlenecks. Once, in high school, he was compared to a turtle, because he retreated into his proverbial shell when picked on, but the fact remains that he is not one, and they are awful contraptions that make him feel itchy and constricted.
 
If he owned one, he would have worn it in a heartbeat.
 
Spencer, optimistic as he tries to be, went to work as normal, and tried to act like he didn't look like he'd been mauled by some kind of savage animal (which was actually a fairly accurate description of events). As can be expected, this worked about as well as when, avoiding bullies in high school, he used to pretend he was invisible.
 
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"JJ, I really don't want to talk about it." Reid sighed.
 
"Well I really do. And if this is going to be a force-of-personality contest, you may want to forfeit," the blonde replied, smirking.
 
"We have a case."
 
"We won't be there for two hours."
 
"I'm trying to read the casefile."
 
"You look like you were attacked."
 
"So do the victims!" Reid held up a crime scene photo in his defense.
 
JJ sighed. "Fine. But when we catch this guy..."
 
~~~
 
"It's just that you haven't told me anything about her," JJ said. "I thought we could tell each other this kind of thing."
 
Reid pushed his hair back. "I'm sorry, I..." He sighed an looked around. They were alone in the break room. Quietly, he confessed. "JJ, "she" doesn't exist. I'm homosexual. I'm dating a man."
 
The blonde looked completely unsurprised. "I kind of thought so. A woman would not have done that to your neck."
 
Reid blinked. "You already thought I was gay?"
 
JJ smiled. "It's not that hard to tell, Spence. So tell me about him," she urged.
 
Morgan stood silently at the door to the break room, listening in.
 
Reid looked, if possible, even more uncomfortable. "I don't know... He's not out, and believe me when I say he covers it better than I apparently do. I don't think I should –"
 
JJ's eyes lit up. "Is it Morgan?"
 
Spencer was very grateful he was a quick thinker. He forced a laugh. "JJ, do you really think I could get Morgan?"
 
The blonde woman smiled. "Yeah, you're right. He is a little out of your league."
 
"Exactly." Reid tried not to appear as relieved as he felt.
 
"Agent Kramer?" she guessed with a smirk.
 
Morgan, still unnoticed, rolled his eyes.
 
"I really don't think I should tell you." Reid insisted.
 
"I can keep a secret, Spence, I'm a media specialist."
 
"Still..."
 
The two stopped talking and looked up when they heard Morgan enter the break room. He calmly walked over to them, lay a hand on Reid's shoulder, and leaned in close, murmuring into JJ's ear, "I'm not out of Spencer's league." Then he stood up straight, giving her a meaningful look, before stepping away and casually grabbing a donut on his way out.
 
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Scene Seven: Heat and Testosterone
 
It was blisteringly hot outside. As soon as they got back to Morgan's house, the older agent stripped his t-shirt off, skin glistening with sweat. He went directly to the freezer and put some ice cubes in a dish towel, holding it to his jaw, where a bruise was darkening. En route to the bedroom, he called over his shoulder for Spencer to turn on the air conditioning.
 
But Spencer didn't.
 
Spencer didn't take his eyes off his lover as he followed him to the bedroom, where Morgan lay down on his back, holding his makeshift icepack to his face. Reid paused in the doorway to appreciate him.
 
"You really kicked that guy's ass," he commented.
 
"Yeah, well, he shoulda picked on someone his own size."
 
"You are his size."
 
Morgan would have smirked if his face didn't hurt so much. "Exactly."
 
Spencer shook his head and went over to the bed, sitting down next to Derek. "Let me see," he said gently, taking the ice from his boyfriend and setting it down on the bedside table. He leaned in close, and softly kissed the injury. Then he sat up, and repositioned himself, straddling his lover's hips.
 
"You are such an alpha male," the genius commented academically.
 
"Really." Morgan decided to wait for the end of the story. He was rewarded for his compliance – his lover settled over him, pressing a kiss to his throat.
 
"Mmhmm," Reid said, "you're so full of...aggression," - another soft brush of lips against heated dark skin – "...testosterone," he added, licking a bead of sweat from Morgan's neck, "...power." Spencer traced Derek's jugular vein with his tongue.
 
"If that's true, what's that make you?"
 
The genius looked up, eyes running hungrily over Morgan's body. Looking his boyfriend in the eye and cupping him firmly through his pants, he answered, "Aroused."
 
Derek breathed his lover's name, pushing up into his touch. Spencer knew he would never get tired of the freedom to touch Derek where, when, and however he wanted; the freedom to earn the perfect cock he could feel starting to respond to his attention.
 
The genius bent to lick at a flat dark nipple. Morgan moaned softly and an encouraging hand slid into Reid's hair. The younger agent had always responded well to positive reinforcement – he took the nipple between his teeth, flicked his tongue over it again and again until Morgan was fully hard and pulling at his hair gently, trying to direct his mouth somewhere else.
 
"You're a good boyfriend," Spencer said calmly as he shifted to lavish attention on Derek's other, as yet neglected, nipple.
 
"Yeah?"
 
"Mmhmm," Reid mumbled against the older man's dark skin, "but –"
 
"There's a 'but'?" Derek asked, wanting to know what he could be doing better, but wishing the conversation could wait until he was prepared to be more patient.
 
Reid sat back, taking his time undoing his coworker's fly. "I just want you to know, you don't have to be so careful. You do treat me like an equal, and I'm not going to mind if you..." Spencer lowered his eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear before glancing back up, "...give in to your alpha male tendencies."
 
A slow grin formed on Derek's lips. "You dirty, pretty boy."
 
The genius smiled back, but didn't get a chance to do anything else, because he quickly found himself pinned under Morgan, being soundly, thoroughly kissed.  
 
Morgan loved the way Spencer wrapped his legs around his waist and ground up against him, how eagerly he kissed back. How he whimpered softly when Derek ended the kiss, propping himself up on one elbow to free a hand with which to yank Reid's pants open. The older agent looked into the younger's eyes, speaking to him in a low, sensual voice as he slowly stroked his lover's cock.
 
"I wonder what dirty thoughts are in that big brain, genius. What you wish I would do to you. Would you like it if I grabbed you from behind, tore your clothes off, lubed my cock and just thrust right into you, fucked you until your knees got weak and you had to brace yourself against the wall, until your whole world was me inside you? Would you beg for it, Spencer?"
 
"Please," Spencer moaned, thrusting up into his lover's touch, hands gripping Morgan's shoulders, his whole body begging for it. "Fuck me, you teasing bastard."
 
"I'm the alpha here, remember? You said so yourself. I'm makin' the rules. And maybe I want it slow. Maybe I wanna tease you." Derek stated confidently.
 
Reid gasped as Derek's hand slipped lower, past his balls to press a fingertip against his opening. "I want you. Anything," he managed to say, "Take me however you want, Derek, I'm yours."
 
Derek shivered at the words, claiming Spencer's mouth in a rough, impatient kiss. They'd always made an excellent team – together they hurriedly, clumsily got each other's pants off, scavenged blindly for one of the tubes of lube they stashed everywhere, not wanting to break their kiss, to stop touching each other any more than was absolutely necessary.
 
Spencer slathered some onto his lover's erection, knowing he'd die if he had to wait to be prepared – as far as he was concerned, he was more than ready. The genius lifted his hips and guided Morgan's cock to his hole, rewarded immediately by Morgan thrusting all the way into him.
 
The vague burn of penetration had never felt better. Spencer moaned and babbled and swore, nails digging into his boyfriend's back, pushing back against every thrust eagerly, angling his hips just so to get the friction right where he needed it. When he came, he bit down hard on Derek's shoulder.
 
Morgan knew they'd long past the concept of manners, and he fucked Spencer still harder, knowing his beautiful, insatiable genius would take it all and then some. The doctor's head lolled back and he closed his eyes, giving himself over to his partner completely and loving it. Derek gripped Reid's cock, keeping him hard even after his orgasm, making sure the younger man came again when he finally, finally spent himself into his willing body.
 
Afterwards, they curled against each other, hot and tired and a little sticky and not caring whatsoever. It took Spencer a few minutes to be able to form a coherent thought again, at which point he mumbled, "Maybe now I should turn on the air conditioning," he paused, "...but I don't think I can feel my legs."
 
Derek settled an arm across Reid's chest. "Best not to risk it. Head wounds and all that."
 
The doctor made an agreeable sound. "Exactly."
 
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Scene Eight: The Social IQ of a Hermit. Crab.
 
Back at the police station, Morgan dragged Reid into an empty interview room where they'd have privacy, and shut the door, pressing his boyfriend back against it, hands on the genius's shoulders.
 
"What the hell did you think you were doing out there?" Morgan snapped.
 
"Saving the victim?"
 
"He could so easily have shot you! We could've found another way."
 
"Such as?"
 
Derek paused, making himself take a breath to try to calm down. It didn't work. "Do you realize what you put me through? I almost had a fuckin' heart attack, I-"
 
"Oh, I almost gave you a heart attack? You do something reckless and get yourself nearly killed like once a month. Remember the Empty Planet case, when you voluntarily stayed with that woman who was sitting on a live bomb? Do you think that made me feel relaxed?" Spencer countered.
 
"That was completely different!"
 
"How?" Reid demanded.
 
"We weren't together then!" Morgan would have yelled if he didn't think someone might hear. He worked very hard to keep his voice down. "I didn't tell you off for getting on a train with an armed psychotic and taking your vest off, did I? Or the Fisher King case?"
 
Reid frowned, confused. "Why does our being together make it different?"
 
Morgan pulled back slowly, and the hurt look in his eyes made Reid want to take back everything he'd ever done to make it stop. "What?"
 
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to imply that – that you aren't important to me, or...or anything, it's just that...you're not more important to me than you were then..." Morgan looked down, shaking his head – Spencer gripped his shoulder surprisingly forcefully to keep the older man from turning away from him. "Look, I don't know what ... I mean... having sex with you doesn't make me more in love with you, it just makes me... happier about it."
 
Derek's eyes returned to Spencer's, looking into them searchingly. "You're in love with me?" he asked quietly.
 
Reid looked surprised by the question. "I assumed that was obvious."
 
"No."
 
"Oh." The genius frowned. "Sorry?"
 
Derek chuckled softly. "You...are quite the character, Dr. Reid."
 
"...Does that mean you're not mad at me anymore?"
 
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Scene 9: Telecommunication
 
It must have been a big month for violent crime, because the BAU was called for consults on three separate cases that clearly needed their attention. The team assembled in the conference room to receive their assignments.
 
"New York city: two elderly couples have been beaten to death in their homes, and the local bureau thinks the cases might be related to a suspect in an ongoing nursing home abuse lawsuit. Prentiss, you'll come with me." Hotch began. Then he turned to Gideon.
 
"Why don't you take JJ with you to Wisconsin. Three babies were kidnapped from an orphanage eight hours ago, it's bound to be high-profile." Gideon nodded, and accepted the offered case file.
 
Hotch set a folder in front of Reid, addressing him and Morgan. "A series of incidents of reported theft in a string of Las Vegas casinos recently resulted in the assault of two guards yesterday; it was bad, one's in a coma."
 
"No problem." Morgan nodded.
 
JJ entered, looking stressed. "I just received word from the Cleveland PD – they think they have a serial rapist. Four assaults this month, same M.O."
 
Hotch sighed, and took the file from her, handing it to Morgan. He looked at Reid, like he was going to say something.
 
"Hotch, I've spent more collective time in casinos than you spent in law school. This will be the easiest case I've ever worked." Reid assured him with a smile.
 
"Well, the key for the next few weeks is going to be networking. Make sure to call if you need a hand or a sounding board, and check in with JJ when you close your case so you can be reassigned to one of the others. That goes for all of us." Hotch finished. "Let's get going."
 
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Reid smiled. "I wish you were here. They gave me this enormous suite at the casino and all I'm doing is watching Deal Or No Deal."
 
"You watch that? Let me guess – you like calculating the odds they'll win a million dollars in your head." Morgan laughed.
 
"Well, it's statistically nearly impossible! They'd have to choose the right case, which in itself is only a 3.8% chance, and then – "
 
"Calm down, genius. It's just TV."
 
"You watch sports all the time. I like math," Spencer said defensively. "Besides, my mother doesn't believe in television, so she never let me watch it as a child."
 
"Never?" Morgan asked, incredulous. "Not even, like, the Discovery channel?"
 
"Nothing."
 
"Shit. No wonder you have no social skills."
 
"Thanks."
 
"Hang on." Morgan said, and Reid heard rustling sounds, then, "Sorry, just getting undressed."
 
Reid grinned to himself, lying back on the huge, fluffy bed. "I see."
 
"Hey, I know that tone," Derek accused.
 
"Well, can you blame me? I have an eidetic memory. I can picture you naked with near-perfect accuracy."
 
Morgan laughed. "You have as much porn in your head as statistics, don't you?"
 
"No. I don't watch or look at pornography. If I may have to remember something for the rest of my life, I try to make it worthwhile."
 
"Wow. That's really philosophical." The older agent paused. "So...when you pursued me..."
 
"I weighed the options, and decided that even if you didn't feel that way about me – which I had calculated you wouldn't, by the way – you'd probably be nice about it. And then I could remember kissing you."
 
Derek smiled to himself, touched. There was a long pause, then he decided to lighten the mood. "I really am that pretty."
 
"Yes," Reid agreed, grinning.
 
"Spencer?"
 
"Mmhmm?"
 
"...I love you."
 
Spencer grinned. "Yeah, I know."
 
Derek couldn't help smiling. "Good."
 
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Scene 10: The Kinky Student Chronicles
 
It all started with a loaded question. They were driving to a crime scene, it was just the two of them in the car, and Morgan was in a teasing kind of mood.
 
"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?"
 
Spencer paused, and stared at his boyfriend. "That’s... an incredibly inappropriate thing to ask me while we're working."
 
"We're not working, we're driving. I'm curious."
 
"It's...really kinky, Derek." Reid warned.
 
"In that case, I'm really curious," the older man countered good-naturedly.
 
Spencer looked nervous. "I don't know if I want to tell you."
 
"Does it involve crossdressing?"
 
"No!"
 
"Well then it can't be that embarrassing."
 
"It's not particularly embarrassing, it's just... really kind of... slutty."
 
Morgan smirked. "C'mon, tell me. I really wanna know now."
 
Glancing over, Derek could see Spencer was starting to give in. "...How long do we have until we get to the scene?"
 
"About twenty minutes."
 
"That's not enough time," the doctor said, feeling relieved.
 
"For you to tell the story?"
 
"For you to get back to treating me like a colleague afterwards. Either you'll think it's really strange, and it will be awkward, or ..."
 
"Crippling sexual tension?"
 
"Exactly."
 
"Fine. Tell me on the way back, then."
 
"If I have to."
 
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"Okay. I was 17, and still with my kinky chemistry prof, Thomas. He was ... picture Hotch, if he were Asian, a cowboy, and a huge computer nerd."
 
"...Creepy."
 
"Actually, he was pretty hot. I've always had a thing about cowboys." Spencer smiled briefly, then got to the story. "So this one day, he was giving this lecture – I was already working on my first PhD, but he wanted me to go, and he wanted me to meet him in his office first. So I go, and we make out a bit, and he has me take my pants off and starts prepping me with massage oil. This was fairly normal at the time – sex in his office – so I didn't think much about it. But that's not what happens. He tells me to brace my hands against the desk, because he has some kind of surprise, so I do. I can't see anything, because my hair is in my eyes, but he starts penetrating me with what basically feels like a dildo, but it was kind of good, so I didn't say anything. But then he stops, and tells me to leave it in, put my pants on, and go to the lecture."
 
"So you're basically walkin' around, feeling like you've got a cock in your ass." Derek stated, eyebrows raised. "That's pretty kinky."
 
"That's not the half of it. So I'm sitting in the lecture, feeling... uncomfortable, but kind of in a good way, and then I find out that this was actually a vibrator."
 
"Seriously?"
 
"Yeah. He had a little remote for it, and while he's lecturing, he turns it on, and it starts pulsing really gently inside me – and he's placed this thing right up against my prostate. So this felt good, right – a little too good to be feeling in public. So I'm kind of shifting in my seat, trying not to get hard, which was not working, and then I find out that not only can he turn the vibrations on via remote, he can also control the intensity of them."
 
"Shit."
 
"So I'm sitting in this lecture, with this man toying with me, turning the vibrator up until it feels so amazing I think I might cry, and then turning it back down, all the while lecturing about organic phosphates like nothing is going on - for over three hours."
 
"You didn't come?"
 
"No, I didn't want to have an orgasm in the middle of a lecture hall! I waited. It was torture, but I didn't come until afterward, in his office. He turned it up and gave me the best head of my life. Turned out to be kind of worth it." Spencer shrugged. "I'd say that's the kinkiest thing I've ever done. Unless..." he paused. "Well, once, back in Vegas, on a dare, I hid under a craps table in a busy casino to give my best friend head, but I don't know if that counts - and anyway, I think the vibrator's kinkier, right?"
 
Morgan blinked. "Who're you, and what happened to the innocent Dr. Reid?"
 
Spencer smiled shyly. "I had an interesting time in university," he offered.
 
"I'll say."
 
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As soon as they got back to Reid's apartment, Derek pulled him by the hand into the bedroom, kissing Spencer's neck and starting to undress him. The genius tilted his head obligingly.
 
"What's this about?" he said, pleasantly surprised.
 
"After your kinky story about Thomas the Asian cowboy, I'm feelin' a little competitive." Derek purred, pulling Reid's sweater over his head, and then returning his lips to the pale man's neck.
 
"Don't tell me you went shopping for sex toys," Spencer laughed, stepping out of his pants. As soon as his lover was naked, Morgan's hands were all over him.
 
"No. But I am gonna give you the best head of your life." Derek pulled back to look Reid in the face as he added, "Even if I have to keep tryin' all night."

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