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Dr. Spencer Reid had taken on many names during his ostensibly prosaic life. Child prodigy, Boy Wonder, “the annoying 14 year-old with too many questions,” a nickname given to him by his much older college classmates. But one name he had never expected to acquire was “Pretty Boy”. His older coworker Derek Morgan had so generously bestowed the nickname upon him and practically had given him a new purpose. Spencer wasn’t one to deny the truth. He was a slut for Derek’s praise and admiration, so much so that he found himself green with envy when Derek dared to address anyone else by a special nickname. He found his usual calm disposition disrupted when women in the office shamelessly flirted with Derek. Even his friend, technical analyst Penelope Garcia’s casual flirting was starting to get under his skin, although he knew her and Derek were strictly platonic. It was a shock even to himself how possessive he had become over the years. He wanted Derek to be his and only his no matter how unrealistic the idea may have seemed. Derek wasn’t interested in him, at least not sexually.
Spencer found himself liking things Derek liked. He had tried so many new foods including a type of food Derek referred to as “soul food". Spencer hadn’t considered himself a “music lover.” Well, not until he met Derek. Once, during a long flight back home from a case, Derek asked Spencer to listen to music with him, to Spencer’s dismay. Music seemed too intimate, full of too many feelings that he wasn't willing to share yet. Besides, he doubted that they liked the same kind of music, anyway. But to his surprise, he enjoyed the older man’s taste more than he expected to. He played songs the genius identified as R&B and jazz. Some of the songs were downtempo pop songs, which Spencer enjoyed the least. But through music, Spencer had learned a bit more about Derek. The older man enjoyed mostly rhythm and blues, specifically songs by Ginuwine, Bilal, and Jon B. Spencer had also noted that Derek liked music from a newer artist called Drake, who made melodic rap and R&B music. He kept a mental list tucked away in the many corners of his mind of all the songs and albums Derek liked. He felt so much closer to the older man, the very thought of being close to him sent tingles up Spencer’s back.
Spencer set up his CD player and injected a black disc inside. Derek was coming over to Spencer’s place for the night and the genius wanted to ensure that everything was to his liking. The telltale three knocks at his door signaled Derek’s arrival. Spencer wove through his living room and opened the door. “Hello Morgan!” Spencer stuttered and quickly felt a tremble rush through his body. Derek was wearing a black V-neck shirt with black shorts and sneakers. He was sweating profusely and his entire body seemed way more muscular than last time Spencer had seen him. “Hey Spence, I went to the gym for a while and sort of forgot I was staying here tonight, so I just drove from the gym to your place,” Derek stopped and stood still for a minute. “Spencer Reid. Are you listening to R&B? You?” Derek asked with an incredulous grin on his face. “I’ve been trying to broaden my horizons, and rhythm and blues music is a part of that,” Spencer stepped aside and allowed Derek to enter the apartment. “Did you know that rhythm and blues music is the second most popular genre of music played in the bedroom?” Derek couldn’t help but smile. Something was telling him that Spencer hadn’t only listened to R&B to “expand his horizons”. As far as he knew, the kid barely listened to music. Derek laid his gym bag down and identified the song playing as “Halfcrazy” by Musiq Soulchild. “Good taste, Pretty Boy.” Spencer immediately turned his face away from Derek, his cheeks lighting up rosy pink. “Thank you. Um, do you want to take a shower and maybe watch a movie?”
"Ah, would we be showering together?" Derek joked. "N-no! I-I meant, you take a shower and then we watch the movie together," Spencer sputtered. Derek let out a chuckle and looked at the boy with pitiful eyes. "I was joking, kid. Yeah I was just about to get in. Your shower’s still in the same place, right?” Derek asked. “Yes it is. Do you have clothes for after the shower?” Spencer questioned. He eyed Derek’s gym bag and it didn’t look like it had many clothes in it. “Well, you’ll have to wait until after my shower to see, Pretty Boy,” Derek said with a wink as he walked down the hall to the shower. Spencer was perplexed, so perplexed he barely even caught his beautiful nickname on the backend of Derek's statement. He knew Derek to be flirtatious, but it seemed different tonight. Was he really going to be naked while watching the movie? Were they even watching the movie anymore? Spencer decided to sit on his couch and wait for Derek to finish his shower.
After about eighteen minutes of staring at the wall lost in his thoughts, Spencer heard the shower turn off and Derek calling his name. “Spencer, can you bring me a towel please?” Derek asked. “Sure, just a minute!” Spencer shouted as he scrambled to his small linen closet for a towel. He picked a white cotton towel and knocked on the bathroom door at the end of the hall.
“Derek, I have your towel,” Spencer called. There were a few beats of silence before Derek’s deep voice called out from the glass shower. “Open the door and hand it to me,” Derek said after a moment. Spencer swallowed and dropped his eyes as he wrapped his hand around the doorknob. “Okay..coming in,” Spencer said as he opened the door. And as soon as he looked up, he was awestruck. Derek was out of the shower, dripping wet, and completely naked. And Spencer had learned a bit more about his best friend in that instance. The older man had six-pack abs, a V-line, and a big, no, huge dick. It was two-toned and was visibly around six inches in length, and he wasn’t even hard. But it was also girthy and veiny. Spencer’s mouth pooled with saliva and he quickly averted his gaze to the floor and held out Derek’s towel. “Here’s your towel, sorry for staring,” Spencer sputtered out and immediately regretted it. Great, now Derek knew he was staring.
“Mhm, thanks for the towel,” Derek smirked as he wrapped it around his waist, concealing the lower half of his sculpted body. Spencer turned to leave the bathroom when Derek spoke with a smile evident in his voice “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you saw something you liked, Pretty Boy.” The younger man practically sprinted out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He couldn’t even be in the same room as him let alone watch an entire movie with him after that. He quickly devised a plan. Claim sickness and ask Derek to leave. It couldn’t be that hard, right? Although Spencer feared he would come off as rude, so that was out of the window. The young genius visibly jumped as he heard the sound of the bathroom door closing and footsteps coming up the hallway. And the object of his indecision appeared, still half-naked in his white towel. He strode over to his gym bag and pulled out two articles of clothing. “Huh, looks like I only packed two things. Must’ve been in a hurry to get to the gym.” Spencer turned his head towards Derek as he dropped the towel in the middle of the foyer and slipped into a grey T-shirt and black underwear. “Find a movie yet?” Derek asked as he plopped down into the soft couch. Spencer was at a loss for words. The man he’d had a crush on for years was now in his apartment barely clothed. “Did you forget your pants, Morgan?” Spencer asked, trying not to let his flustered state show. Derek gazed at him from across the couch with darkened eyes and a smug smile. “Oh yeah, Pretty Boy? From the way you were staring, I assumed you didn’t like me with my pants on?”