just_hex | Spencer

Spencer

Hex's attitude had brightened over the past weeks to the point that even the people at the hospital had noticed. No one gave him a hard time when he announced he had a boyfriend, but Caro did wink and nod and made him blush.

This week he'd lucked out and had actually gotten the weekend off...every dog had its day...and he'd made plans with Spencer. Hex had cooked, nothing terribly fancy, just some chicked and some oven baked chips, and he'd set up a new documentary in his queue. He really was itching to go out but he and Spencer had never really discussed...well, he doubted very much he'd get Spencer out to the Hoist and he wasn't too keen on going to a bar.

He met Spencer at the door with a smile, the rich scent of dinner filling his flat. The first impulse was to kiss him but Hex was always very careful, very purposeful when he touched Spencer. The last thing he wanted was to startle him.

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"Alright," he said, holding onto hope that Spencer would agree to it. He had been thinking how good it would be to have an intimate picture of the man, even. All he had were a couple candid snaps on his mobile and he found himself looking at them and showing them to the other nurses quite frequently.

Hex reached up and began to undo Spencer's buttons slowly.

"I try not to stare at you," he said softly. "But you are so terribly beautiful. It makes me heart ache, how stunning you are."

It was terribly sweet, and Spencer couldn't help but smile softly.

"I don't stare, but I think about you- a lot. Sometimes when I should really be thinking about other things. You invade my thoughts," he admitted.

"Do I? Come on, then...tell me what you think," he pressed gently as he opened Spencer's shirt and pushed it off his shoulders.

"I- I think about your hands a lot. The way they feel when you touch me. They're rough, and they're firm, but- Nice. Everything about you is nice," Spencer admitted, watching as Hex rid him of his shirt.

Once Spencer's shirt was off Hex peeled his own away as well and tossed it to the floor. He stepped in close and gathered Spencer against him so he could feel the warmth of the man's body with his own.

"It's so good you like that because I love touching you. I think about it. Too much, probably. Most of the time when I think of you I don't think of sex. I think of...of tracing the lines of your body with me fingertips. I think of toying with your hair. I think of how you feel when you lay on top of me," he said, slowly moving them as a unit toward his bedroom.

Letting himself be guided, Spencer embraced Hex gently, settling against him as they moved to the other room.

"I don't mind if you want to touch me. Sometimes- I know I can be funny about it, but I won't be with you."

Hex ducked his head and pressed a line of kisses along Spencer's shoulder and up his neck while deft fingers found the man's fly and blindly undid it.

"I'll always stop if you need me to," he promised. "At any point. I'm not ruled by me cock. If you need me to stop, I will."

He wouldn't enjoy it, but he'd do it. He'd never press himself on Spencer.

"I know. ...I believe you, Hex," Spencer assured him, bashful as the last of his clothes were removed, then moving away to lay down on the bed.

He watched Spencer as the man laid on the bed and for the longest moment that was all he could do. Spencer was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. Simply breath taking. He couldn't do anything but admire him. But then he found the sense to slip out of the rest of his clothes and then he joined Spencer. Heax straddled his legs and caught hold of the man's wrists to hold him.

"Tell me that word again," he said. "The C one about arousal. Your safe word. Hell, you could tell me any words...every time you talk I learn something."

"Concupiscence," Spencer said, squirming a little, then going still. "That's the word. ...I don't know what else I can tell you about it. Thomas Aquinas in the 13th century described two divisions of "sensuality": the concupiscible, and the irascible. The former associated with the emotions of joy and sadness, love and hate, desire and repugnance- And the latter with daring and fear, hope and despair, even anger."

"You're so smart," Hex said with pure warmth and admiration. He stilled Spencer's explanation with a kiss, his hands tightening around the man's wrists, pinning him to the bed so he couldn't get away.

Spencer tested Hex's grip, tugging curiously, then going still.

"I know," he replied- not bragging or arrogant, just a quiet agreement with what he already knew about himself.

Spencer was so sweet, so guileless. Hex could only smile at the genuine answer.

"Do you?" he asked. "Do you understand just how much it impresses me?"

Spencer blushed, offering an awkward shrug- Though he couldn't move very much with hex holding him down.

"What are you doing this weekend?" he asked softly. "We could rent a car and go to the country, maybe. A day trip? You could talk and I'll drive. I'd like that..."

"I can't, Hex. I have to work. I have papers to grade and consulting work to do... I wish I could, but I can't," Spencer apologized softly, giving Hex a remorseful look.

"Work...work...work..." he murmured, lowering his head to press kisses against Spencer's collarbones and chest. "Let me cook you dinner at least..."

He was glad for every moment they spent together, but staying over one night a week wasn't enough. He wanted to see Spencer every day he possibly could.

Spencer smiled and nodded, then suddenly perked up even more.

"You could meet Hotch this weekend!" he realized. "I'd really like you both to meet."

"I'll cook for him too," Hex murmured absently, then caught Spencer's nipple and suckled slowly. He was more keen on seducing the man than discussing the weekend...but they could do both.

Spencer gasped softly at that, groaning and arching beneath the other man.

His hips lifted off the bed slightly, and his breath caught in his throat as his fingers wiggled and flexed.

Hex groaned low and rough and his grip tightened around Spencer's delicate wrists. He moved lower, kissing his way along...but the lower he got the less intense his kisses became. By the time he reached the man's cock he was only nuzzling and brushing his lips softly, knowing well that Spencer didn't enjoy anything more.

Beginning to squirm and shake, Spencer struggled against Hex's hold and panted softly.

He didn't speak, he rarely spoke during sex- Unless he was going wildly off-topic- but he did whimper and squeak a bit.

So long as Spencer sounded like that Hex was content to keep on. He kissed with soft lips, breathed in the musky scent, and tormented himself with the rigid cock that just begged to be sucked. Hex wasn't sure he'd ever met anyone who didn't like a blow job...maybe not enjoying giving them, sure, but he'd never met a man like Spencer who genuinely didn't like having it done.

But he was a quick study and knew what Spencer liked and what he didn't, so he was content to kiss and nuzzle and breathe him in and out.

Hex's grip loosened on Spencer's wrists, but only so he could take hold of his hips. His thumbs moved over the skin that was so soft and so tight there over the jut of Spencer's hip. Everything, literally everything, about Spencer was beautiful. All Hex had to do was look at him to know he wasn't good enough for the young doctor.

Every breath, every tiny movement, Spencer felt. His skin was so sensitive, every nerve ending firing off rapidly until he felt overwhelmed...

No matter how careful or gentle Hex was, he felt it. He felt all of it.

His hips shifted slightly, and he whimpered as he trembled again, hands nervously hovering in the air, just over Hex's head.

Hex tormented Spencer just a bit longer, driving himself mad in the process. But then he looked up the length of the man's body and he smiled.

"I want you," he said softly. "Tell me you want me. Tell me...anything. You're so quiet..."

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