FIC: Guy Walks Into A Bar, Reid/Rossi, NC-17
Title: Guy Walks Into A Bar
Author: darkhawkhealer
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Rossi/Reid
Rating: ADULT. Not work-safe.
Word Count: Just under 3,000
Warnings: See the sticky post.
Summary: A guy walks into a bar. Smut ensues.
A/N: severity_softly was having a horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad day. A week later, I finally finished a fic to make her feel better. With thanks to ariestess for the beta and innerslytherin for the handholding. Comments are love.
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David ducked into the bar and stopped, waiting to adjust to the assault on his senses. It was dark and smoky, the dance floor and bar illuminated by flashes of the strobe lights in time to that obnoxious music. Scantily clad women and half-dressed men vied for attention at the bar.
Fetish Night certainly brought out an eclectic crowd. Dave kept an eye on the dancers, looking for a familiar face even as he waited for his friend behind the bar to notice him.
A double was placed before him and Dave offered Charlie a wry smile.
"You look like you could use it!" she shouted.
"I just might," he affirmed, looking around again. "Are you sure he's here?"
"Recognised his name when I carded him. You didn't tell me he was so hot!"
"Really?" David raised a brow. "I always thought he was more cute than anything."
Charlie grinned at him. "In that case, this first one's on me. You are definitely going to need it."
Completely unimpressed, Dave took the shot and downed it. He looked around again, and with a sardonic salute, he was off.
Weaving around the perimeter, David peered into the throng of dancers, turning down offers with a regretful smile. Well, he wasn't on the dance floor. Next David began searching the booths along the walls, thinking his wayward friend was taking a break from dancing.
His gaze slid over shadowed walls and dark corners, where men and women alike writhed in passion. He stopped and looked again, dread beginning to beat hard in his chest.
There. In the far corner. Older gentleman, 5'8'', maybe 5'9'', Caucasian, short dark hair, leaning up against the wall, eyes closed and head tilted back in pleasure. His obvious enjoyment wasn't what caught Dave's attention though. No, that was due to the long hair trapped in a commanding grip, the long, tapered fingers of familiar hands that held his hips steady.
Lust lanced through him and left Dave unsteady.
Spencer Reid was performing sexual favors in the back of a poorly lit nightclub.
It took a few good long moments before David snapped back to reality enough to look away. Anger surged through him and he began to fight his way through the crowd, intent on pulling Spencer off of the jerk and...and...well, David hadn't quite decided WHAT it was he would do, but he promised it would be bad.
He was halfway there when the guy came. It was disgusting, the way the asshole pulled Spencer up and in for a kiss. It burned even worse the way Spencer leaned in and let the guy take control of it. For Christ's sake, he wasn't the only one watching the show. David looked around the club, noting the eyes glued to his partner, his boy, his Reid.
He reached them, finally, and reached out; wrapping one hand firmly around Reid's upper arm, just under the sleeve of his black shirt and yanking the kid away from the jerkoff.
"What? Rossi?" Reid's eyes were wide, glazed, and he stuttered with incomprehension. "David?"
A protest from behind had him turning, teeth bared in a snarl. He kept a firm hold of Reid, grip tight against an imaginary fight. Asshole didn't even have the decency to clean up, condom half dangling from his limp dick, still hanging out, fucking idiot, no fucking shame. At David's look he shrank back, hands going up in supplication.
Reid was still confused as David dragged him out of the bar into the crisp-cold air outside. "Dave, what's going on? Do we have a case? Did I miss a call?"
"No, we don't have a call. What the hell was that?" He was wearing eyeliner, for fuck's sake. And a god damned collar.
Spencer blinked. "What?"
"That! That little show you put on for god and country! What the hell were you thinking?"
Spencer deliberately looked down at Dave's hand until his fingers slid away of their own volition. His eyes had cooled when they met David's again. "Let me get this straight. Did you just interrupt my night, drag me out of a bar like a recalcitrant child, ruin my plans and manhandle me in front of everyone so that you could ask me what I was doing?"
Well, when you put it like that... "Christ, Reid, the whole damned bar was watching you!"
Arms crossed and an eyebrow shot up. "Did you ever think that might be the point?"
"What were you doing?"
"Well, I was working on getting laid."
David opened and closed his mouth, too surprised to speak. Spencer's cool expression thawed, anger sparking in his features.
"You know, this may be hard to believe, but I am a healthy, fully functioning adult male. I do have needs and urges just like everybody else. How did you find me, anyway?"
"You're not everybody else, Spencer, God."
"How did you find me, David?"
"A friend of mine recognised you; gave me a call. You were off today and I was worried about you. Looks like I was right to be, too, come in to find you on your knees for the whole bar to see. What the hell, Spencer, did you even know that jerkoff?"
"Yeah," he scoffed, "Because our lifestyles are entirely conducive to having free time after work to spend with people who have normal schedules and daily practices. And because it's so easy to be an out federal agent, nobody looks twice at that. Or, hey, how about just being the guy who likes his sex a little bit different sometimes, that's entirely accepted, nothing new there."
"So you didn't know him?" Dave clarified, hands clenching at his sides.
"No, Dave, I didn't know him! I was hoping to, by the end of the night, but it looks like I'll have to scrap that plan, doesn't it?" Spencer spread his hands wide, frustration marring his features. "I can't even go back in there, because nobody'll touch me now. Everyone saw that little stunt you just pulled, and they're all going to think I'm taken, that I already belong to you."
He shouldn't have liked the sound of that as much as he did. "Please tell me you were safe, at least."
The look Spencer threw him could have shattered glass. "What part of 'genius' says 'stupid' to you?"
"I worry about you, is all," Dave said quietly.
Spencer paced back and forth a few feet, craning his head to look past the bouncer inside the club. "Yeah? Well I worry about my chances. I'm still hot and half the night's gone now." He threw Dave a look. "You could at least apologize, you know."
David rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry for caring about you enough to come check on you."
"Say it like you mean it, Dave." Spencer's voice was mildly teasing. He ran speculative eyes up and down David's body, stepping up close, trying to crowd him. Dave didn't move, just stood his ground and let Spencer in, figuring he owed him at least this much. "Or, better yet. Why don't you take me home?"
Dave blinked. "What?"
"You did ruin my plans for this evening. I still want sex." Spencer looked him over again, lips curling into a small smile and sending heat pooling low in Dave's belly. "You must be at least a little bit interested...why else would you have reacted so strongly?"
Dave met Spencer's stare and waited. Three seconds later, Spencer faltered back a step, gaze dropping to his shoes. Dave smiled in grim satisfaction.
"Never mind." Spencer muttered. "I'll just go find someone else."
He turned, but Dave caught his hand before he could go. "I don't do one night stands," he warned.
Spencer fidgeted, quiet. "I wasn't really asking for one."
Dave smiled and gave in to urge he'd had since he pulled Spencer out here in the first place. He hooked a finger through the D-ring in front of Spencer's collar, and pulled him down for a kiss, backing him into the wall outside of the club. Dave ran his tongue over Spencer's bottom lip, nipping and demanding entrance.
David spread one hand flat over Spencer's sternum, his collarbone prominent under Dave's fingers, the leather of the collar just touching his fingertips.
Spencer made a whimpery little noise and shuddered, going limp under Dave's hands. "David," he whined, head falling back and eyes closing in pleasure.
Dave growled and then shushed Spencer, running one hand over his side and looking around for an easy escape. A cab pulled up and Dave sent up a quick prayer of thanks, pulling Spencer behind him and waiting as a group of people tumbled out of the car. He pushed Spencer into the cab and gave his address to the driver, keeping one hand casually draped on the nape of Spencer's neck.
The car began to move and Dave linked his fingers with Spencer's, watching the way Spencer slowly started tensing up.
"How often do you do this?"
Spencer looked at him, eyes guarded. "Which part?"
"How often do you come out looking for a hookup?"
He shrugged a little. "Maybe a couple of times a month."
"And are you always looking for kinky sex?" Dave stroked the skin around Spencer's collar.
He shook his head. "No. Not often. Just...sometimes. When it gets too loud inside my head, and I need help clearing it."
Dave nodded. He could get that. He'd seen Spencer at work, after all, he knew exactly what that brain was capable of. "Safe word?"
Spencer swallowed, and looked at him. "We don't have to. I'm okay if you would rather not. I can just go home."
Dave stared, waiting.
"Achilles."
It figured. Dave pulled Spencer in for a kiss and ran his thumb over Spencer's knuckles. "When I am through with you," he promised, "You won't remember anybody but me."
They pulled up to David's house and he paid the driver, tipping him well and leading Spencer up the drive.
"Last door on the left, straight down the hall," Dave instructed, automatically shielding Spencer from Mucci when he came to greet them. "I want you naked and kneeling by the time I come in there."
Spencer swallowed but hurried to obey, disappearing silently into the master bedroom.
David corralled Mucci into the laundry room, dragging his dog bed and a few toys in there to keep him company. "Sorry, boy," he murmured, closing the door. He stopped to wash his hands and kick off his shoes, taking a deep fortifying breath before padding silently to his bedroom.
The air left him at the sight that greeted him. Spencer had obeyed him perfectly, his clothes had been removed and folded neatly. He knelt at the foot of the bed, hands clasped loosely behind his back, head bowed as if in supplication. He was wiry but well defined, pale and smooth and trembling. His cock was hard and leaking, painting his stomach in pearlescent fluid. Dave made a hungry noise and circled the bed, itching to touch. "Cucciolo mio, you are beautiful."
He opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out the condoms and the lube, tossing them on the bed. Spencer still hadn't moved, or even looked up, since David walked into the room. "Onto the bed." He commanded, "Hands and knees."
Spencer scrambled to obey, awkwardly tripping over his long limbs in his haste to get into position. Dave chuckled and ran a soothing hand down Spencer's spine. "Easy, easy...You know, I kind of like you like this," he mused. "All flushed and eager, so well behaved. I could get used to this. I may want to keep you."
Spencer shuddered, threw his head back and gasped for air.
"Like that, do you?" David chuckled and ran his hands over all that flesh laid out in front of him, wondering where to start. "Changed my mind. Lay down."
He did, all but dropping in place. Dave smiled and reached into the nightstand drawer again, climbing on top of Spencer and settling on his ass. He flipped the cap on this new bottle and poured a measure of oil into his palm, placing the bottle aside and warming it in his hands before placing them on Spencer's back, down near his hips. One long, firm stroke up his back and ending at the base of his neck had Spencer groaning, the tension leaving him in one breath. "Like that?" Dave murmured, thumbs digging in up and down his spine. Spencer sighed and nodded, moving his ass rhythmically under Dave, pressing up against his clothed erection. Dave tightened his thighs, holding Spencer down. "Patience," he chided. "You're on my time tonight."
Spencer sighed, a quiet pout. Dave chuckled and continued touching everywhere he could reach, taking his time and releasing spots of tension, leaving Spencer warm and liquid beneath him. David moved down and began massaging Spencer's ass, sweeping down his legs and back up again, listening to the small noises Spencer was making and being sure to touch everything.
"Up," he murmured, helping Spencer move so his knees were under him, curling his arms around a pillow. David had been careful to relax Spencer completely, he was pliant and trusting under Dave's hands. Dave started massaging Spencer's ass again, spreading his cheeks and licking at that tight ring of flesh.
Spencer jerked, his breathing stuttered.
"Shhh." David licked again, stabbing and wetting that puckered hole with his tongue. Soon Spencer was on all fours, rocking back into Dave's mouth, broken moans and whispered words falling from his lips like prayer. Dave sat back and stroked a feather-light touch over Spencer's hole, letting his rocking motion do the penetration for him. Two ragged moans filled the room and Spencer pushed back further, seeking a deeper connection.
Dave reached for the lube and added another finger, scissoring back and forth, through playing and looking to keep from hurting Spencer. Spencer hissed and whimpered, back arching. Again, more torture for the both of them and then David was pulling his fingers free, climbing off the bed to finally take his own clothes off.
Spencer turned to watch him and then knelt up at the edge of the bed, reaching out to help Dave with his buttons. Dave tipped two fingers under his chin, tilting his head up for a languid kiss. Long, graceful fingers tripped over buttons when when Dave ran his own hands down Spencer's body, over his ribs and along his sides, down to cup and measure Spencer's hard length.
Spencer shivered and groaned against David's mouth. He reached for Dave's belt, pulling hard leather through the buckle and fighting with the button and zipper underneath. The rest of Dave's clothes were lost and then Spencer was opening up that little foiled packet, slicking lube along Dave's length and rolling the condom on.
David wrapped one hand in Spencer's long hair and tugged, pulling his head back and mouthing along his jaw, tongue rasping over stubble and then following the line of corded muscle down his neck and over the black collar. Dave pushed Spencer back onto the bed, following him down and covering the thinner body with his own. He kissed over to one beaded nipple and covered it with his mouth, teeth and tongue worrying at the sensitive flesh. Spencer cried out and arched up into Dave, twisting and writhing as one hand closed over his prick and began to stroke and the other went back to his hole, adding lube and fingers to make sure he was still ready.
He was. Dave pushed one leg over his shoulder and entered Spencer in one smooth, solid thrust. He gritted his teeth against the onslaught of sensations, tight and hot testing his patience and experience and threatening to have him come embarrassingly quickly. Spencer cried out again, a high, keening sound that sent a lance of lust straight through Dave.
"Shh, Cucciolo," he soothed, nuzzling the flesh just beneath Spencer's ear. "I've got you."
Spencer's eyes were impossibly wide, pupils blown as he stared unseeing into some point off in the distance. David dropped a kiss to his lips, bringing him back as he began to move. The rhythm was found; the solid, primal beat felt though unheard. Dave reached between them for Spencer's dick, stroking in counterpoint to his own thrusts. He changed his angle with every thrust, searching for the spot that sparked pleasure for his lover. Then it was there, caught between the two of them and spiraling higher and higher.
Dave bit lightly along Spencer's neck, resisting the urge to mark him for all to see. His grip tightened at the thought of possessing him, owning him where everyone could see and then Spencer was crying David's name and coming, liquid heat hitting them both and muscles tightening over and around David's cock, gripping him impossibly tight and milking his own orgasm from him almost against his will.
Dave's cry of release was muffled against Spencer's shoulder, teeth sinking in where the mark could be easily hidden, but a constant reminder. David kissed Spencer fiercely, benediction and damnation in the parting of lips and meeting of tongues. The kiss gentled, and Dave pulled back to study Spencer.
"I really am not going to want to let you go," he warned.
Spencer's lips curved into a pleased, almost shy smile. "I'm really okay with that."
Author: darkhawkhealer
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Rossi/Reid
Rating: ADULT. Not work-safe.
Word Count: Just under 3,000
Warnings: See the sticky post.
Summary: A guy walks into a bar. Smut ensues.
A/N: severity_softly was having a horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad day. A week later, I finally finished a fic to make her feel better. With thanks to ariestess for the beta and innerslytherin for the handholding. Comments are love.
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David ducked into the bar and stopped, waiting to adjust to the assault on his senses. It was dark and smoky, the dance floor and bar illuminated by flashes of the strobe lights in time to that obnoxious music. Scantily clad women and half-dressed men vied for attention at the bar.
Fetish Night certainly brought out an eclectic crowd. Dave kept an eye on the dancers, looking for a familiar face even as he waited for his friend behind the bar to notice him.
A double was placed before him and Dave offered Charlie a wry smile.
"You look like you could use it!" she shouted.
"I just might," he affirmed, looking around again. "Are you sure he's here?"
"Recognised his name when I carded him. You didn't tell me he was so hot!"
"Really?" David raised a brow. "I always thought he was more cute than anything."
Charlie grinned at him. "In that case, this first one's on me. You are definitely going to need it."
Completely unimpressed, Dave took the shot and downed it. He looked around again, and with a sardonic salute, he was off.
Weaving around the perimeter, David peered into the throng of dancers, turning down offers with a regretful smile. Well, he wasn't on the dance floor. Next David began searching the booths along the walls, thinking his wayward friend was taking a break from dancing.
His gaze slid over shadowed walls and dark corners, where men and women alike writhed in passion. He stopped and looked again, dread beginning to beat hard in his chest.
There. In the far corner. Older gentleman, 5'8'', maybe 5'9'', Caucasian, short dark hair, leaning up against the wall, eyes closed and head tilted back in pleasure. His obvious enjoyment wasn't what caught Dave's attention though. No, that was due to the long hair trapped in a commanding grip, the long, tapered fingers of familiar hands that held his hips steady.
Lust lanced through him and left Dave unsteady.
Spencer Reid was performing sexual favors in the back of a poorly lit nightclub.
It took a few good long moments before David snapped back to reality enough to look away. Anger surged through him and he began to fight his way through the crowd, intent on pulling Spencer off of the jerk and...and...well, David hadn't quite decided WHAT it was he would do, but he promised it would be bad.
He was halfway there when the guy came. It was disgusting, the way the asshole pulled Spencer up and in for a kiss. It burned even worse the way Spencer leaned in and let the guy take control of it. For Christ's sake, he wasn't the only one watching the show. David looked around the club, noting the eyes glued to his partner, his boy, his Reid.
He reached them, finally, and reached out; wrapping one hand firmly around Reid's upper arm, just under the sleeve of his black shirt and yanking the kid away from the jerkoff.
"What? Rossi?" Reid's eyes were wide, glazed, and he stuttered with incomprehension. "David?"
A protest from behind had him turning, teeth bared in a snarl. He kept a firm hold of Reid, grip tight against an imaginary fight. Asshole didn't even have the decency to clean up, condom half dangling from his limp dick, still hanging out, fucking idiot, no fucking shame. At David's look he shrank back, hands going up in supplication.
Reid was still confused as David dragged him out of the bar into the crisp-cold air outside. "Dave, what's going on? Do we have a case? Did I miss a call?"
"No, we don't have a call. What the hell was that?" He was wearing eyeliner, for fuck's sake. And a god damned collar.
Spencer blinked. "What?"
"That! That little show you put on for god and country! What the hell were you thinking?"
Spencer deliberately looked down at Dave's hand until his fingers slid away of their own volition. His eyes had cooled when they met David's again. "Let me get this straight. Did you just interrupt my night, drag me out of a bar like a recalcitrant child, ruin my plans and manhandle me in front of everyone so that you could ask me what I was doing?"
Well, when you put it like that... "Christ, Reid, the whole damned bar was watching you!"
Arms crossed and an eyebrow shot up. "Did you ever think that might be the point?"
"What were you doing?"
"Well, I was working on getting laid."
David opened and closed his mouth, too surprised to speak. Spencer's cool expression thawed, anger sparking in his features.
"You know, this may be hard to believe, but I am a healthy, fully functioning adult male. I do have needs and urges just like everybody else. How did you find me, anyway?"
"You're not everybody else, Spencer, God."
"How did you find me, David?"
"A friend of mine recognised you; gave me a call. You were off today and I was worried about you. Looks like I was right to be, too, come in to find you on your knees for the whole bar to see. What the hell, Spencer, did you even know that jerkoff?"
"Yeah," he scoffed, "Because our lifestyles are entirely conducive to having free time after work to spend with people who have normal schedules and daily practices. And because it's so easy to be an out federal agent, nobody looks twice at that. Or, hey, how about just being the guy who likes his sex a little bit different sometimes, that's entirely accepted, nothing new there."
"So you didn't know him?" Dave clarified, hands clenching at his sides.
"No, Dave, I didn't know him! I was hoping to, by the end of the night, but it looks like I'll have to scrap that plan, doesn't it?" Spencer spread his hands wide, frustration marring his features. "I can't even go back in there, because nobody'll touch me now. Everyone saw that little stunt you just pulled, and they're all going to think I'm taken, that I already belong to you."
He shouldn't have liked the sound of that as much as he did. "Please tell me you were safe, at least."
The look Spencer threw him could have shattered glass. "What part of 'genius' says 'stupid' to you?"
"I worry about you, is all," Dave said quietly.
Spencer paced back and forth a few feet, craning his head to look past the bouncer inside the club. "Yeah? Well I worry about my chances. I'm still hot and half the night's gone now." He threw Dave a look. "You could at least apologize, you know."
David rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry for caring about you enough to come check on you."
"Say it like you mean it, Dave." Spencer's voice was mildly teasing. He ran speculative eyes up and down David's body, stepping up close, trying to crowd him. Dave didn't move, just stood his ground and let Spencer in, figuring he owed him at least this much. "Or, better yet. Why don't you take me home?"
Dave blinked. "What?"
"You did ruin my plans for this evening. I still want sex." Spencer looked him over again, lips curling into a small smile and sending heat pooling low in Dave's belly. "You must be at least a little bit interested...why else would you have reacted so strongly?"
Dave met Spencer's stare and waited. Three seconds later, Spencer faltered back a step, gaze dropping to his shoes. Dave smiled in grim satisfaction.
"Never mind." Spencer muttered. "I'll just go find someone else."
He turned, but Dave caught his hand before he could go. "I don't do one night stands," he warned.
Spencer fidgeted, quiet. "I wasn't really asking for one."
Dave smiled and gave in to urge he'd had since he pulled Spencer out here in the first place. He hooked a finger through the D-ring in front of Spencer's collar, and pulled him down for a kiss, backing him into the wall outside of the club. Dave ran his tongue over Spencer's bottom lip, nipping and demanding entrance.
David spread one hand flat over Spencer's sternum, his collarbone prominent under Dave's fingers, the leather of the collar just touching his fingertips.
Spencer made a whimpery little noise and shuddered, going limp under Dave's hands. "David," he whined, head falling back and eyes closing in pleasure.
Dave growled and then shushed Spencer, running one hand over his side and looking around for an easy escape. A cab pulled up and Dave sent up a quick prayer of thanks, pulling Spencer behind him and waiting as a group of people tumbled out of the car. He pushed Spencer into the cab and gave his address to the driver, keeping one hand casually draped on the nape of Spencer's neck.
The car began to move and Dave linked his fingers with Spencer's, watching the way Spencer slowly started tensing up.
"How often do you do this?"
Spencer looked at him, eyes guarded. "Which part?"
"How often do you come out looking for a hookup?"
He shrugged a little. "Maybe a couple of times a month."
"And are you always looking for kinky sex?" Dave stroked the skin around Spencer's collar.
He shook his head. "No. Not often. Just...sometimes. When it gets too loud inside my head, and I need help clearing it."
Dave nodded. He could get that. He'd seen Spencer at work, after all, he knew exactly what that brain was capable of. "Safe word?"
Spencer swallowed, and looked at him. "We don't have to. I'm okay if you would rather not. I can just go home."
Dave stared, waiting.
"Achilles."
It figured. Dave pulled Spencer in for a kiss and ran his thumb over Spencer's knuckles. "When I am through with you," he promised, "You won't remember anybody but me."
They pulled up to David's house and he paid the driver, tipping him well and leading Spencer up the drive.
"Last door on the left, straight down the hall," Dave instructed, automatically shielding Spencer from Mucci when he came to greet them. "I want you naked and kneeling by the time I come in there."
Spencer swallowed but hurried to obey, disappearing silently into the master bedroom.
David corralled Mucci into the laundry room, dragging his dog bed and a few toys in there to keep him company. "Sorry, boy," he murmured, closing the door. He stopped to wash his hands and kick off his shoes, taking a deep fortifying breath before padding silently to his bedroom.
The air left him at the sight that greeted him. Spencer had obeyed him perfectly, his clothes had been removed and folded neatly. He knelt at the foot of the bed, hands clasped loosely behind his back, head bowed as if in supplication. He was wiry but well defined, pale and smooth and trembling. His cock was hard and leaking, painting his stomach in pearlescent fluid. Dave made a hungry noise and circled the bed, itching to touch. "Cucciolo mio, you are beautiful."
He opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out the condoms and the lube, tossing them on the bed. Spencer still hadn't moved, or even looked up, since David walked into the room. "Onto the bed." He commanded, "Hands and knees."
Spencer scrambled to obey, awkwardly tripping over his long limbs in his haste to get into position. Dave chuckled and ran a soothing hand down Spencer's spine. "Easy, easy...You know, I kind of like you like this," he mused. "All flushed and eager, so well behaved. I could get used to this. I may want to keep you."
Spencer shuddered, threw his head back and gasped for air.
"Like that, do you?" David chuckled and ran his hands over all that flesh laid out in front of him, wondering where to start. "Changed my mind. Lay down."
He did, all but dropping in place. Dave smiled and reached into the nightstand drawer again, climbing on top of Spencer and settling on his ass. He flipped the cap on this new bottle and poured a measure of oil into his palm, placing the bottle aside and warming it in his hands before placing them on Spencer's back, down near his hips. One long, firm stroke up his back and ending at the base of his neck had Spencer groaning, the tension leaving him in one breath. "Like that?" Dave murmured, thumbs digging in up and down his spine. Spencer sighed and nodded, moving his ass rhythmically under Dave, pressing up against his clothed erection. Dave tightened his thighs, holding Spencer down. "Patience," he chided. "You're on my time tonight."
Spencer sighed, a quiet pout. Dave chuckled and continued touching everywhere he could reach, taking his time and releasing spots of tension, leaving Spencer warm and liquid beneath him. David moved down and began massaging Spencer's ass, sweeping down his legs and back up again, listening to the small noises Spencer was making and being sure to touch everything.
"Up," he murmured, helping Spencer move so his knees were under him, curling his arms around a pillow. David had been careful to relax Spencer completely, he was pliant and trusting under Dave's hands. Dave started massaging Spencer's ass again, spreading his cheeks and licking at that tight ring of flesh.
Spencer jerked, his breathing stuttered.
"Shhh." David licked again, stabbing and wetting that puckered hole with his tongue. Soon Spencer was on all fours, rocking back into Dave's mouth, broken moans and whispered words falling from his lips like prayer. Dave sat back and stroked a feather-light touch over Spencer's hole, letting his rocking motion do the penetration for him. Two ragged moans filled the room and Spencer pushed back further, seeking a deeper connection.
Dave reached for the lube and added another finger, scissoring back and forth, through playing and looking to keep from hurting Spencer. Spencer hissed and whimpered, back arching. Again, more torture for the both of them and then David was pulling his fingers free, climbing off the bed to finally take his own clothes off.
Spencer turned to watch him and then knelt up at the edge of the bed, reaching out to help Dave with his buttons. Dave tipped two fingers under his chin, tilting his head up for a languid kiss. Long, graceful fingers tripped over buttons when when Dave ran his own hands down Spencer's body, over his ribs and along his sides, down to cup and measure Spencer's hard length.
Spencer shivered and groaned against David's mouth. He reached for Dave's belt, pulling hard leather through the buckle and fighting with the button and zipper underneath. The rest of Dave's clothes were lost and then Spencer was opening up that little foiled packet, slicking lube along Dave's length and rolling the condom on.
David wrapped one hand in Spencer's long hair and tugged, pulling his head back and mouthing along his jaw, tongue rasping over stubble and then following the line of corded muscle down his neck and over the black collar. Dave pushed Spencer back onto the bed, following him down and covering the thinner body with his own. He kissed over to one beaded nipple and covered it with his mouth, teeth and tongue worrying at the sensitive flesh. Spencer cried out and arched up into Dave, twisting and writhing as one hand closed over his prick and began to stroke and the other went back to his hole, adding lube and fingers to make sure he was still ready.
He was. Dave pushed one leg over his shoulder and entered Spencer in one smooth, solid thrust. He gritted his teeth against the onslaught of sensations, tight and hot testing his patience and experience and threatening to have him come embarrassingly quickly. Spencer cried out again, a high, keening sound that sent a lance of lust straight through Dave.
"Shh, Cucciolo," he soothed, nuzzling the flesh just beneath Spencer's ear. "I've got you."
Spencer's eyes were impossibly wide, pupils blown as he stared unseeing into some point off in the distance. David dropped a kiss to his lips, bringing him back as he began to move. The rhythm was found; the solid, primal beat felt though unheard. Dave reached between them for Spencer's dick, stroking in counterpoint to his own thrusts. He changed his angle with every thrust, searching for the spot that sparked pleasure for his lover. Then it was there, caught between the two of them and spiraling higher and higher.
Dave bit lightly along Spencer's neck, resisting the urge to mark him for all to see. His grip tightened at the thought of possessing him, owning him where everyone could see and then Spencer was crying David's name and coming, liquid heat hitting them both and muscles tightening over and around David's cock, gripping him impossibly tight and milking his own orgasm from him almost against his will.
Dave's cry of release was muffled against Spencer's shoulder, teeth sinking in where the mark could be easily hidden, but a constant reminder. David kissed Spencer fiercely, benediction and damnation in the parting of lips and meeting of tongues. The kiss gentled, and Dave pulled back to study Spencer.
"I really am not going to want to let you go," he warned.
Spencer's lips curved into a pleased, almost shy smile. "I'm really okay with that."