Title: Room Service
Author: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Spencer Reid
Fandom: CSI/Criminal Minds
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,847
Warning: ongoing series
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Spencer Reid, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg looked down into Spencer's face, taking in the slightly parted lips, the flushed cheeks, the wide eyes. Spencer hadn't expected this; he had probably thought that he was hiring an escort who would be nothing more than businesslike during the entire evening.

Well, that wasn't what he was getting. He'd paid for an evening with an escort who was determined to make this night fun for both of them, a night that they would both always remember. And an escort who would do everything in his power to be sure that this wasn't their only night together.

Moving away, Greg unbuttoned two more buttons on his shirt, letting the soft silk fabric fall teasingly down one shoulder. He knew that most guys would be panting at the mere thought of seeing him naked -- but Spencer was simply sitting there, watching him.

He looked alert, but Greg had the uncomfortable feeling that this wasn't what he'd bargained for. Spencer was so .... so controlled. He was used to guys panting after him, pawing him, trying to rip his clothes off his body, kiss him, and get him into bed.

Spencer was different from any other client he'd ever dealt with -- or any man he'd ever met before. This man wasn't impressed by just good looks. He was looking for something more -- and Greg hoped that he would be able to supply whatever it was that Spencer wanted.

But for the moment, he had started this little striptease, and he intended to keep going. The only way he would stop undressing was if Spencer told him to; he was faily certain that the two of them were going to end up in bed soon anyway, and in his opinion, the sooner, the better.

Finally, his shirt was completely unbuttoned; Greg shrugged it off, letting the ivory silk fall to the floor. His black pants would be next; he wasn't wearing much under them, only a black satin thong that usually made men salivate when they saw him in nothing but that tiny bit of clothing.

Somehow, he had the feeling that this man would not salivate, and that he also wasn't going to get up from the couch and dance with him. But Spencer would watch him -- and that was exactly what Greg wanted him to do, at least for the moment.

He wasn't really dancing, more just moving around the room and giving Spencer a glance here and there of his bare chest by turning around to face him for a moment, letting the other man see that he was loosening his belt, unbuttoning his pants, then slowly unzipping them.

Greg could tell that he had Spencer's attention, even though the other man hadn't said a word and wasn't making any kind of move towards him. Spencer was watching every move he made with an eagle eye, that intense dark gaze seeming to penetrate to his very soul.

What would Spencer think when the pants came off and he was standing here in nothing but a thong? Greg didn't want to hazard a guess, but he was sure that Spencer would want him. He was sure that was already true -- even though Spencer wasn't letting it show.

Not yet, anyway. But he would. Greg turned around, his back to Spencer, then looked over his bare shoulder and flashed the other man a smile -- and a wink. That wouldn't leave Spencer in any doubt as to what he intended to do when he turned back around to face him again.

Greg slowly slid the fabric down over his hips, then his thighs, letting his pants fall to the floor in a pool around his feet, then stepping out of them. His body was bared before Spencer's gaze, save for the tiny strip of black thong that barely covered his genitals.

Spencer was gazing up at him, his eyes taking in every inch of Greg's near-nudity. Greg stepped back, his hands on his slender hips, tilting his head to one side as he studied Spencer's face. He couldn't really tell if the other man liked what he was seeing or not.

That was unusual. He could always tell when it was the right time to take things a step further with his clients; there was a look in their eyes that told him when to proceed. But Spencer was good at keeping his eyes veiled -- and his thoughts obscured.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked softly, almost afraid of what he might hear. What if Spencer didn't think he was attractive? He'd never had to deal with a client who didn't want him for sex, though it might be refreshing not to be expected to put out.

Still, with this man, for once he actually wanted to go to bed with a client. If Spencer was the one man who didn't want to sleep with him, it would be a crushing blow to his ego -- not to mention that he would spend the evening being frustrated beyond words.

But Spencer was nodding and smiling, standing up and holding out a hand to him. It seemed that he did like what was before his eyes; that expression of desire that was so familiar to Greg was lurking in the back of his eyes, his feelings unmistakable.

"Yeah, I do like what I see," Spencer told him, his voice husky. "I like it a lot. But we can't go out now unless you get dressed again. And I'd kind of hate for you to have to take the time and trouble to do that, now that you're out of those clothes."

"We can always order room service," Greg told him, his gaze not leaving Spencer's face. He let the tip of his pink tongue run suggestively across his bottom lip, just in case Spencer might happen to be wondering what his idea of "room service" might be.

"Don't you think you're a little overdressed right now?" he asked Spencer, letting his gaze roam down the other man's body. Oh yes, Spencer definitely liked what he saw. His erection was obvious, but Greg wasn't going to point that out. After all, he could be a gentleman when he wanted to be.

"I definitely think I'm overdressed," Spencer replied in that same husky tone. His voice sent shivers down Greg's spine; somehow, Spencer's tone had managed to go from normal to seductive in ten seconds flat. He wanted to hear that voice whispering in his ear.

He wanted that mouth and those hands all over his naked body, lifting him to the clouds and beyond. He had never wanted to go to bed with a client as much as he did with Spencer; he'd never felt this way about anyone before, not even outside of his life as an escort.

What was it about Spencer that drew him so inexorably? He couldn't quite put his finger on just what the attraction was; but it was enough for Greg that it existed. He wasn't going to question his feelings; he was only gong to follow them to wherever they might lead him.

"I think we should worry about room service later," he told Spencer, keeping his own voice low-pitched and seductive, the way his clients usually liked to hear it. "I don't think either one of us is going to be hungry for food for the next few hours, do you?"

Spencer shook his head, apparently unable to speak. He reached for Greg's hand, twining their fingers together, stopping to turn off the light before leading the young man over to the huge bed Greg could feel the familiar tingle of excitement run through him, the knowledge of what was coming.

Only this time, that tingle wasn't just anticipation; there was something more personal in the sensation. It was something new to Greg; he had never let his personal feelings get in the way of his interactions with a client before. But this time, it was impossible not to do that.

He'd already lost his heart -- and he was more than ready for his body to be the next thing that he gladly surrendered to Spencer Reid. It remained to be seen if the other man would take anything else that could be offered, but Greg knew that Spencer wanted him.

Greg let himself fall back onto the bed, stretching his lean body out over the midnight-blue sheets that had already been turned back. He knew that he made quite a picture lying there, with the contrast of his pale skin against the dark blue silk.

He closed his eyes, hearing the rustle of fabric and a zipper being pulled down as Spencer undressed. He knew that when he opened his eyes again, Spencer would be naked -- and he was sure that he would be even more appreciative of Spencer's nudity than the other man had been of his.

It only took a few moments for the sounds to cease; Greg opened his eyes when he felt Spencer's hands on his hips, pulling his thong down his long legs and off his body. There were no secrets between them now, no physical barriers for either of them to hide behind.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his gaze sweeping down Spencer's body as the other man leaned over him. He couldn't take his eyes off of Spencer's long, lean frame; it was as though this man had been made for him. Spencer was everything he could possibly want.

Yes, he was skinny, but Greg had always had an affinity for thin men. And Spencer's body wasn't just skin and bones; he was lean and toned, and even though he probably didn't work out, Greg could tell that there was a wiry strength in that deceptively thin body.

"So are you," Spencer whispered, his hands moving slowly up Greg's sides. Greg couldn't keep back a soft moan; those hands felt so incredibly good on his bare skin, making him writhe under Spencer's touch before they had even done so much as shared a kiss.

All he wanted to do was to wrap his body around Spencer's, to feel this man inside him, filling him, taking him. He wanted Spencer to claim him, to make Greg his own, to leave a mark on him that no one would ever be able to erase or come close to superceding.

It was only a matter of time now before their bodies were joined; Greg held his breath as Spencer's hands continued to roam over his bare flesh, waiting for the moment when Spencer would decide that he'd had enough of touching, and they could indulge in their own form of room service.

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