Fic: Fanfiction, Chapter 5 (Criminal Minds, Reid / Morgan, NC-17)
Title: Fanfiction, Chapter 5
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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Morgan checked his phone once more, but Spencer still refused to answer any more messages, and Morgan was almost sure the genius had shut down his cellphone.
He dropped the phone on the couch next to him, and continued the story he had been reading. The next chapter was rated NC-17 and the author’s notes were filled with Garcia’s familiar babblings.
-so I had a simple goal with this chapter. I wanted to write the whole filthy, naughty scene I had in my head, so this is what’s haunting my head day and night when I’m doing a fic… Hot guys doing the dirty deed… Mmmmmmm… Sorry, my mind started wondering. Anyway, personal message for "Whore4Pi": Stop ranting at me! I said I’m trying to tone down the whole romance novel / soap opera style, but it’s hard to break the habit! I’m trying (!) and it looks like writing pure filth is the best way to keep my writing streamlined-
Morgan decided to skip the rest of the notes and went straight to the story.
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Derek took one more long look at himself in the full-length mirror. The policeman’s uniform was considerably tighter than the real thing, clinging to his body, and revealing almost every curve of muscle without really revealing anything, while a duty belt with a gun holster completed the outfit.
A movement in the mirror alerted him of the arrival of his co-star. He turned around to look at the kid.
While Spencer had looked younger than his years in his own clothes, the role outfit made him appear younger than would be strictly legal. Aaron had admitted the role of a small town runaway had been written to utilize the young man’s most striking features. His hair waved wildly around his face, softening the look, and giving him a mixture of innocence and sinfulness, while his slim body played peek-a-boo with the holes of his baggy jeans. Spencer’s upper body was practically hidden in the oversized T-shirt, perfecting the impression of an supposedly innocent youngster.
“That’s not really a regulation uniform.” Spencer said quietly, averting his eyes from Derek.
“Not the point, kid.” Derek smirked and turned around, glancing over his shoulder. “Does my ass look great or does my ass look fantastic in this?”
“It’s… nice.” Spencer still didn’t look directly at him. “I did what they told me to do beforehand. I took a good shower and… stretched myself for the scene.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Little bit.” He admitted with a little shrug. “You’ll tell me if I do something wrong?”
“It’s porn. If you know how to fuck and get fucked and look hot while doing it, you’re safe.”
“Do you have to say it like that?”
“Why circle around it? You know, one guy asked me if it was demeaning to do this. Wanna know what I told him?”
“I’m not sure.”
“I get to fuck the hottest guys in town and I get paid for it. There’s nothing demeaning about that equation.”
“Do you have to use that word?”
“What word? Fuck?”
“Yes, that.”
“You got something against it?”
“It’s just sounds… rude.”
“You can call it what you want, but it’s still the same thing.” Derek wrapped an arm around the man’s shoulder and guided him out of the dressing room. “I used to do odd jobs before this and I hated all of them. This is my thing, and if I play my cards right I’ll have my future secured by the time I retire.”
“What are you going to do then?”
“I opened my own gym last year. That’s my little insurance policy to fall back on when I get too old for this. I do personal training and stuff like that. Studio exclusives don’t do that many films a year, so I got time to get my business going.”
“I wondered about that. Why just a few?”
“Keeps the fans excited. If a guy does films all the time, people get fed up and move on to the next pretty face. Studios hire exclusives and make sure they don’t flood the market, so that when they do release a movie it’s a real event.” They passed two older men in the hallway and Spencer twisted his neck to take another stunned look at them. The shorter one with a goatee was dressed in a wetsuit, with certain strategic spots cut out, while the other man wore a pair of stiletto heels, leather chaps and a mesh top. Spencer frowned at the large packets they were carrying, but the men were too into their conversation to notice him.
“Quick warning.” Derek whispered. “Those two were Gideon and Dave, they’re running a subdivision of CM.”
“What kinda subdivision?”
“Fetish films. They don’t work in front of the camera anymore, but they love testing all their scenes beforehand.”
“Is that why they were carrying adult diapers?”
“No idea, but with those two they could be for personal use... If you see either one of those guys coming, run out and hide. They’re always trying to get their hands on Aaron’s protégés.”
Derek took a left from the hallway and they stepped into the small soundstage, where a group of people was busy getting ready for the shooting. Derek pointed at the man talking to a voluptuous blond.
“That guy’s Kevin, he’s the head of photography. That’s the official title.”
“What’s the unofficial title?”
“He’s the guy, who handles the first camera. That’s Penny’s trademark technique.” He gestured at the bubbly blond. “That’s her.”
“She’s the director?”
“Yep.”
“What did you mean, what is her trademark?”
“Using two cameras. Normally they use just one, and then ask the performers to stop so they can move the camera or take still shots. Penny thinks it looks unnatural and I gotta agree. It’s kind of a turn-off when you really get into it and then someone tells you to stop so they can re-set the lights, and touch up the make-up and place the camera under you so they can get a clear shot of your-”
“Derek?” Spencer interrupted. “I think I got the key points. She favors more naturalistic approach, letting the performance be recorded uninterrupted and with minimal amount of interference. Is that what you wanted to say?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I don’t need to know anything more about that.”
“Boys!” The blond rushed up to them, practically bursting with excitement. “Looking good, both of you. I got your results from the clinic and everything’s good, so we’re good to go.” She circled around them, checking their costuming and nodded her approval. “Derek, you really should re-consider that top-only policy. Showing that ass on film and not doing anything with it is just the worst kind of teasing.”
“I’m saving myself for my very last film.” Derek winked, wiggling his rear-end for her. “I promise, when I decide to retire, I’ll do it.”
“Pinky swear?”
“You can take my word for it, baby girl.”
“You should branch out, honey. I’d make you the baddest power-bottom in the business…”
“Watch it, there’s kids present.” Derek pulled Spencer closer for Penny’s inspection. “What do you think?”
She grabbed Spencer’s head between her hands, squeezing his cheeks. “You’re a real cutie pie, aren’t you? I just wanna give you a puppy to hold and make some hot coco.”
“Thanks?” He replied carefully.
“I’m serious, we’re gonna make you a star, pretty boy.”
“Pretty Boy?”
“Derek’s idea. Real porn star needs a nickname, and pretty boy fits perfectly. Are you ready?”
“I guess.”
“You know your lines?”
“Yes.”
“Remember, if you get into it, just let go. Get into your character, you’re there to seduce him and you won’t take no for an answer. You’re a seductive little devil in disguise, trying to look all innocent, remember that.”
“Okay.”
“Honey.” She held his face more firmly and stared at him straight in the eye. “Just try to block everything else out of your mind. There’s just you and Derek, and you’re playing your characters, and having hot and horny man-sex so thousands of desperate perverts all around the country can jerk off looking at you.”
Derek clapped his hands.
“That’s almost poetical, Penny.”
“I mean it.” She shrugged, and gave him a light smack on the shoulder. “Two hot guys who are into each other, what else do you need for porn? That’s why my films are bestsellers, I focus on the basics.” She twirled around and yelled at the lighting man, who had just finished his work. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s get to work!”
Derek pulled Spencer closer and whispered in his ear.
“Relax, kid.”
“I’m relaxed.” Spencer assured, but his shaky voice didn’t agree with his words.
Derek stepped into the bedroom set, taking a look at the décor and reminding himself of the scenario. His character had just saved a homeless, penniless young man from mugging and had offered him a place to stay for the night. Derek stretched his arms over his head, mentally reciting his lines.
“Ready, Derek?” Penny asked, using a loudspeaker to make sure she wasn’t ignored.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Get set.”
“Okay.” Derek opened the door and waited for his mark.
“And…. Action!”
Derek walked into the bedroom set, slamming the door behind him. Following the script, he went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, and a towel from the bottom drawer. He heard the door being opened and turned around.
“I thought you were asleep.” Derek started. He observed the man waiting at the door. “I know that couch isn’t too comfy, but it beats sleeping on the street anytime.”
“I wasn’t gonna complain.” Spencer drawled, his normal voice turning into a cocktail of seductive huskiness and innocent sweetness. The boy’s body language had also changed. All nervousness had vanished and he was completely in character: Boneless sensuality of a rent boy sure of his power, with little glimpses of an innocence shining through in quick little glances.
“Then what do you want?”
“I just wanted to thank you. For saving me.”
“It’s my job.”
“You weren’t on duty anymore. And it wasn’t your job to take me home with you.”
“It’s just for one night, kid.”
“I know, but still… I wanted to thank you.” Spencer closed the gap between them, pressing his palms against Derek’s chest. “Can I thank you?”
“You don’t need to-”
“I’m from a small town.” Spencer drawled lowly. “One sheriff and two deputies. All three doughnut addicts.” He slid his hands lower. “They didn’t fill their uniforms like you do.” He reached Derek’s belt and toyed with the buckle.
“Are you planning some kinda blackmail operation?” Derek grabbed the man’s wrists, squeezing them enough for it to look real, but gently enough not to cause actual pain. “You’ll let a dumb cop fuck you and then you’ll go to my boss to tell all about it?”
“I don’t kiss and tell.” Spencer smiled sweetly, tilting his head closer to nuzzle the man’s neck just above the collar of his uniform. “But if you let me stay in your bed… I promise you won’t let me go in the morning.”
“You got quite an ego.” Derek groaned as Spencer’s hand slipped from his grasp, sliding down to cup Derek through his trousers. He was well know for his capability to be in working order on a moments notice, but the glances the kid was giving him were making him hard enough to drill thought a brick wall.
“And that’s quite a hard-on.” Spencer replied. “Should I believe you… or this guy down here?”
Derek’s lips moved, but no sound came out. He tried to gasp out his lines, but could only whine, pushing his hardness against the warm hand. In his mind he quietly prayed the kid would just skip the rest of the dialogue and move on.
“I’ll have to think about that.” Spencer improvised and his lips nibbled Derek’s jaw line, his tongue tracing circles down his throat. His hands came up to grab Derek’s collar and pulled him into a hard kiss.
The move was sudden enough to caught Derek off guard, leaving him breathless and unable pull away. Spencer’s hands pushed him back against the dresser as his lips continued the assault on Derek’s, holding the man under his control. Derek managed a quick peek at their director, but when the blond seemed happy with the new course of action, mentally shrugged and let Spencer take the lead. The man’s hands began unbuttoning Derek’s shirt, his lips moving down as more and more skin was exposed.
The heated kisses across his chest made Derek moan. Usually he had to add a little volume in front of the camera, acting it up, but the sounds coming from his throat were absolutely embarrassing. He imagined what he must look like on film, being so easily goaded by a frail looking pretty boy. He had a feeling his Top Stud status would never recover from this film.
“Officer?” Spencer asked coyly as he lowered himself down to his knees in front of Derek. His slim fingers loosened the uniform’s duty belt, and the weight of the metallic toy gun in the holster pulled it down. “Is it true cops have to do a report on every time they use their duty gun?”
“Yeah…” Derek groaned. He wasn’t sure where the kid’s adlibbing was heading, but the hardness of his cock told him to go with it.
“Then this…” Spencer pressed his mouth against the strained fabric, mouthing the hard member through the course material. “… must be a concealed weapon.” He looked up, brown eyes wide and innocent. “Isn’t it, officer?”
“Yeah, kid, that’s my…” The sentence was interrupted by a loud inhale as Spencer suddenly pulled the zipper down, letting Derek’s cock pop out of its confines.
Spencer pulled off his own shirt and tossed it on the floor. He wrapped his palm around Derek’s cock and gave it a few lazy strokes. Derek looked down, holding his breath as Spencer gave him one more wide eyed look and leaned in to take a long teasing lick up Derek’s shaft.
“Kid…”
“Officer?” Before Derek could say anything more the man took him into his mouth, sliding his lips down the heated flesh till it was all encased in his warm mouth.
Derek’s head fell back and he grabbed the dresser behind him for support. The professional side of him reminded him of the ever-present cameras, and he let the open shirt fell off his shoulders. He let one hand wander up his chest to rub his nipples.
He was too afraid to look down at Spencer’s big brown eyes again. He knew that coming too early was the second best way to ruin a scene, the first one being not getting hard at all. He had never had issues with the first one, and he had no intention to do the second one. At least not for some newcomer, no pun intended.
The heat building up was reaching critical levels, and he risked a quick glance at the man in front of him. Spencer had said he wasn’t inexperienced, but the defiant declaration had not prepared Derek for what the kid could do with his mouth. Spencer didn’t play it for the camera, he gave it his all. At least Derek hoped it was his all, because it was just about all he could take. The kid seemed to sense when Derek was about to reach the edge, pulled back a bit, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin of the man’s lower belly and let Derek gather his wits before bringing his sinful mouth back on the man’s cock again. His hands had grabbed Derek’s ass cheeks, pushing and pulling him to match his own rhythm.
With one final twirl of tongue Spencer’s pulled away, balancing on his knees. He kept stroking Derek, and looked up again.
“Bed?”
Derek was still too winded to really reply.
“Do as I say, officer.” Spencer gave Derek’s dick a skillful little twist. “I got your gun.” He got up from his knees to grab Derek’s head to kiss him again. “And I’m not afraid to use it.” His hands landed on the man’s shoulders and he pushed him away from the dresser. The uniform trousers still around Derek’s ankles made moving a slow process, and when Spencer gave him one strong push, he fell down on the bed. Spencer shed off his own pants and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and looked down at his stunned co-star.
“Got the necessaries, sir?” He asked, smirking at Derek from under his messy hair.
Derek breathed out a little sigh of relief. Finally the kid was coming back to the script.
“Nightstand.”
Spencer leaned over him to rummage the bedside drawer, fishing out a condom and a bottle of lube. He wasted no time ripping the packet open and rolling the latex over Derek’s hard-on. The kid’s hair was falling down on his face as he settled above the sheathed dick he had covered thickly with lubrication, and slowly lowered himself, taking Derek inside him.
Derek kept his eyes on the young man’s face. Spencer had said he had prepared for the scene, and his expressions supported the claim. There was no signs of discomfort, just a deep groan as the very last inch of Derek invaded him. He threw his head back and breathed deeply before he started to rock against Derek, slowly setting a rhythm and waiting for Derek to join him. His hips rolled with obvious skill, twisting and squeezing in a way that made Derek’s eye roll back in his head. He gathered all his willpower and took a quick look past the man’s hip.
Penny and rest of crew were standing still, staring at the show while the cameramen recorded each and every move. The look on the director’s face was one he couldn’t remember seeing before, mixing girly excitement and professional appreciation. Another twist of hips cut all other thoughts, pulling Derek’s attention back to the man riding him.
A slight layer of sweat had formed on Spencer’s pale chest, glistering under the lights as he grabbed the bottle of lube from the mattress and snapped off the cap. He coated a few fingers, making Derek’s eyebrows run up with an unvoiced question.
Spencer grinned down at him, reached behind himself and run one fingertip across Derek’s thigh, briefly tickling his balls and then heading lower. His fingers reached between Derek’s cheeks, lightly rubbing the man’s entrance.
Derek wanted to protest. Or at least he was sure he wanted to, but his vocal cords refused to allow anything more than moans and groans out of his mouth. Spencer’s relentless grinding up and down his shaft, squeezing him just right, made any complaints impossible. One lubed finger started pushing inside and Derek’s eyes fluttered shut. His tightly guarded entrance resisted for a moment, fighting against the new sensation, but then let the digit push in. Spencer wiggled the finger, stretching Derek’s tight muscles before diving deeper.
Just as the dual sensation was about to push Derek over the edge, Spencer curled his finger, seeking out a spot inside the man, and a galaxy full of bright stars flashed before Derek’s eyes. He could feel climax rushing through him and mumbled incoherently to warn Spencer.
“Ready to go, officer?” Spencer lifted himself off Derek, letting the rigid member slip out of him, ripped the condom off of him with his free hand, and gave him another twist of his fingers.
Derek came without even touching himself, coating his belly with his load.
For a moment he simply stared at the ceiling, panting and gulping like a fish flopping on dry land. Spencer looked at him with a calm expression on his face, wiped his lubed fingers on the sheet, then tilted his head down and stroked his own dick. He only lasted a moment before he shot his load on Derek, mixing their releases into one sticky puddle.
Spencer slithered down on the mattress, laying next to Derek and pressed a lazy kiss on his lips.
“Thank you, officer.”
“Fade ooooouuuuttttt… And cut!” Penny’s voice announced, and the lady herself marched into the set, leaping onto the bed. She kissed Spencer on the cheek, leaving a bright lipstick mark behind, and gave Derek’s flank an appreciative slap. “Great job, boys.”
“Sorry, I know we went off the script-” Spencer started to explain, but she just waved him to stop.
“People love it when guys get lost in the moment. That was hot stuff!” She patted Derek on the cheek, smearing the lipstick marks. “And you… There’s nothing hotter than a macho stud breaking out of his comfort zone. Your fans will have a stroke when they see this.” She jumped off the bed and left the two men to recover.
“So… Not bad for a first time.” Derek finally said after a lengthy silence.
“Thanks.” Spencer blushed. He had seemed to turn back to the same adorable geek he had been before. “Sorry I went off the script. The whole camera thing…” He smiled meekly. “… Was she serious? Was it good?”
“You think Penny would lie? She always says exactly what she thinks.”
“What about you?” Spencer asked shyly. “What did you think about it?”
“I think…” Derek slid his fingers across the kid’s sweat skin. “If they pair us up again, I might re-consider that top-only policy.”
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