Jason looked up at Spencer in surprise when the file he’d been reading was tugged out of his hands. “I was reading that.”
“I know. And now you’re not,” the young slave replied with a faint grin. “Now you’re going to eat something.”
“It’s only been...”
“An hour.”
“What? No it...” Jason’s voice trailed off when Spencer’s wrist pushed into his line of sight to show that it had, indeed, been an hour since he’d put Spencer off about eating. He sighed and commented, “You’re not going to let me get away with skipping again, are you?”
“I gather that means you missed lunch.”
“I thought Garcia said she talked to you?”
“She did. About vacation time for herself and Morgan.”
Jason sighed and scrubbed his fingers through his hair, wondering when he’d lost control of his life.
Spencer grinned at him and teased, “If you’re a very good Master and eat all of your dinner, I promise to give you a special dessert.”
Giving in to the inevitable, Jason allowed Spencer to tug him upright and then into the dining room where homemade lasagna waited amidst candles, red wine in the decanter, and salad in a crystal bowl. Lips pursed, he eyed the slave who oh-so-politely held out his chair for a long moment. “I’ve missed something.”
“You did, but that’s okay,” Spencer told him, the smile affectionate.
Jason sat, frowning, and asked, “What did I miss? It’s not your birthday, not our anniversary, we didn’t finish a case...?”
Unable to stop the sparkle in his hazel eyes from transmuting into warm laughter, Spencer kissed him lightly on the lips and then said, “Happy Birthday, Master.”
Blinking at Spencer in surprise, Jason repeated, “Birthday?”
“Honestly, Master, if your head wasn’t attached, you’d forget it,” Spencer teased, serving him a healthy portion of the salad and lasagna, before serving himself a smaller one. “It’s been your birthday for twenty hours and fifteen minutes and you forgot all about it.”
“You know the time I was born?” Jason asked incredulously.
Spencer frowned at him. “What good slave doesn’t?”
Shaking his head at the response, bemused, Jason settled in to eat. Conversation stayed away from work, though they did get into a philosophical discussion regarding the merits of a real prison system like the
Eastern Empire, versus convict slavery camps. It always surprised him a little, how easily Spencer accepted his lot in life, even going so far as to argue for slavery, instead of against it. Jason knew the slave had had a vastly different experience than Hotch had, but it still seemed strange to him that Spencer honestly seemed to have no problems with being a slave.
Then again, when that’s all you’ve ever known, and it’s been a very comfortable life, why would you want to change it? Jason thought, not for the first time.
He settled in the living room with the television on some inane sitcom as Spencer cleaned up the remains of dinner. At this point in the night, he finished up whatever paperwork he’d brought home while Spencer worked on whatever paper he was researching to publish, so he picked up the file that the slave had taken from him earlier.
It was a good half-hour later that the file was again removed from his hands, but Jason’s protest died unspoken when he got a good look at Spencer. Mouth drying, he had to clear his throat twice before he could ask, “When did you get that done?”
Spencer gave him a mischievous look as he knelt on the sofa and straddled Jason’s thighs to counter, “Why? Do you like it?”
His gaze drifting down to the silver chain that glinted between Spencer’s nipples, Jason nodded silent affirmation. Both nipples were hard, showing off the silver hoops, and there was an odd, but attractive, sheen to Spencer’s lean chest.
“Garcia, Elle, and I went shopping last week,” Spencer informed him smugly. “I wanted to give you something that you could use and appreciate for a long time to come. Did I succeed?”
In answer, Jason’s hands gripped the slender hips to pull him in tight for a hard kiss. It had been almost two weeks since they’d made love, thanks to an insane work schedule and incredibly distressing case. For the most part, they’d gone to bed and simply held one another, making out like teens until one or the other of them fell asleep. The desire that always hovered beneath the surface for this quixotic creature burst free from its confines in the span of a heartbeat and Jason devoured his pliant mouth hungrily.
Spencer pushed him down and Jason went willingly, but pulled his slave down with him. It felt so...decadent...to be fully clothed while Spencer wriggled over him, costumed only in the glittering chain between his nipples and the more sedate one around his throat. The young man finally broke free of the kiss for real and crawled down his body, biting sharply through the fabric of Jason’s shirt. He made short work of getting rid of Jason’s pants and long, excruciatingly pleasurable work of bringing Jason to full hardness with lips and tongue and teeth.
Jason laced his fingers in the longish hair, resting his hand on the back of Spencer’s head as the young man went down on him repeatedly. His heart thundered so heavy in his chest that he wondered if maybe he should see a cardiologist to make sure that everything was all right. Before Spencer, he’d never had thoughts like that, nor sensations that made him arch and beg breathlessly for more, afraid that he wouldn’t get what he needed, though he was never denied.
Thrusting into Spencer’s willing throat, Jason’s breath hitched and he came hard, eyes rolling back in his head. He vaguely felt his slave clean what little seed had escaped with his tongue, then the young man crawled up to lie beside him, stretched out on the sofa. They lay there an indeterminate time as Jason combed his fingers through Spencer’s hair in a soothing gesture; though who it was for, he couldn’t have said.
“One of these days, you should tell me what happened,” Spencer murmured softly.
No uncertainty that something had happened, just an ignorance of what it was. Not ready to delve into the minefield that had been his married life, nor the disaster his social life had been before it, Jason simply nodded. He kissed Spencer’s temple and breathed in the slightly sweat-soured scent of him, letting it relax him the rest of the way. No perfumes, no colognes, just pure Spencer, which was exactly what he needed.
Jason smiled and kissed him again, then said, “Thank you, Spencer.”
Spencer promptly informed him, “It’s not over yet, Master. I’m just giving you a breather.”
Unable not to return the loving, carefree laugh with a genuine smile of his own, Jason made a mental note to get a physical sooner, rather than later.