Daily Drabble 44

[coffeebuddha]

Title: Hold It Against Me
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan
Word Count: 507
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Prompt: "Morgan/Reid, Morgan's reaction to finding out that Reid was an escort in college." Requested by magical_mia.

 

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They're in the middle of washing up the dishes after dinner when Spencer hands Derek a sudsy plate to rinse off and says, "So, I used to turn tricks sometimes. Back when I was younger. In college," as casually as if he's reminding Derek to pick up some milk on the way home from work.

Derek's fingers tighten on the edge of the plate, his nails bending against the hard, glazed ceramic, and he has to swallow so hard it hurts to keep from saying anything, because he can't even begin to believe that anything that would come out of his mouth right now would be the right thing. He doesn't say anything, just runs the plate under the water and swipes it with a rag, and Spencer cautiously bumps their shoulders together. It's three more dishes before Spencer slams a pan down into the water and turns to him, his expression pinched tight.

"Well? Aren't you going to ask?"

Spencer's eyes are wild in a way Derek's never seen them before, darting back and forth without really taking anything in. He exhales slowly through his nose and reaches out to take one of Spencer's dripping hands. He smooths the dish cloth over it, catching up the drops on the back of his hand, carefully twisting the worn edge around each long finger, and gently runs it over his palm. When Spencer's hand is mostly dry, his skin slightly damp and softer than usual from the water, Derek presses a kiss to the inside of his wrist, then lets it fall back to Spencer's side so he can give the other hand the same treatment. There's a slight tremor working its way through Spencer's body when Derek traces his pulse point with his lips, and his eyes are huge and wet when he looks up.

Derek thumbs the beginnings of tears away and pulls Spencer forward a little so he can press their foreheads together. They don't kiss, just stand there for several short eternities while Derek cups Spencer's face and Spencer exhales short and shaky against his mouth, his hands fluttering indecisively at his sides.

Finally, when Spencer makes a move like he's going to pull away, Derek slides a hand back into his hair and brushes a featherlight kiss against his lips. He can feel tension thrumming under Spencer's skin and the tickle of his eyelashes when his eyes fall shut.

"Whatever you did in the past, you're you. And I love you. Nothing could change that," Derek says quietly into the sliver of space between them. Spencer's breath escapes in a shudder and Derek rubs the pad of his thumb over the sensitive skin behind the shell of his ear. "If you want to talk about it, then we can, but you don't owe me anything. You know that, right?"

Spencer's arms come up then to loop around Derek, pulling him close with surprising strength, and between the hitch in his voice and the second kiss, Derek nearly misses hearing his almost silent, "Yes."

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Not my best effort, but I'm going to blame that on my still being sick. I want my brain back, guys. :( And now I'm going to go fall asleep to Inception and try to decide if I want to try my hand at some Arthur/Eames.