Title: Tactile Obsession
Author: Nyx
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: AO
Prompt: Reid becomes obsessed with the need to touch Morgan’s tattoos and muscles
Kink: tattoos, touching, muscled bodies
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these wonderful characters, nor do I write this for profit. I write because the voices in my head tell me to.
Notes/Warning: slash. Um, I know absolutely nothing about where Derek lives, so I’m sorry if it was wrong.

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Spencer knew that he had a problem. He just didn’t know what to do about it. It wasn’t like there was a support group for people who just couldn’t stop touching their coworkers. Spencer caught sight of the object of his new tactile obsession and dropped his head to his desk with a sigh. His fingers were already itching to touch. Peeking through the gap made by his arms, Spencer took a good, long look at Derek.

As always, the other man looked amazing. The t-shirt he was wearing hugged his torso nicely. In fact, it happened to be one of Spencer’s favorites. The shirt outlined his muscles and allowed glimpses of his tattoos. The shirt did not help Spencer with his obsession. All he wanted to do was run over to Derek’s desk and let his fingers trail over his muscles and tease the edges of the tattoos. That action would not help them to keep their relationship a secret.

He and Derek had been seeing each other for eight months. It was the longest relationship that Spencer had ever had. It was also the best kept secret in the BAU. Spencer was still surprised that no one had found out. Well, no one other than Garcia. Due to her close relationship with both Derek and Spencer, she had been the only one that they had told. It was just easier to keep it a secret. Although, Spencer often wished that everyone knew so he could stamp ‘Property of Dr. Spencer Reid’ on Derek’s forehead. He didn’t like it when people hit on his boyfriend.

Take, for example, the case that they had just wrapped up on Miami. That female detective had done everything except drop her pants and jump on Derek. Spencer had wanted to tear her eyes out. Which was what was most likely adding to his need to touch Derek. He needed to know that the other man was his. Spencer tolerated it when other men flirted with Derek because he knew that the other man was uncomfortable with men paying attention to him. It had taken Spencer months of gentle coaxing to get Derek to just go to dinner with him. It was the women that worried Spencer. There was nothing he could do to stop a woman from getting Derek’s attention. Spencer sometimes worried that Derek’s feelings for him wouldn’t be strong enough if the right woman came along.

Suddenly unable to take the distance any more, Spencer stood up and walked over to Derek’s desk. Standing just behind the older man, he ran his fingers over the bit of tattoo visible above the neck of his shirt. Spencer sighed in contentment the moment his hands touch Derek’s skin.

“Hey there, pretty boy.” Derek smiled and turned his chair to face Spencer, allowing the fingers to slide around his neck. “Done with your paperwork already?”

“There’s not really anything that I can’t just do tomorrow,” Spencer replied. He wanted to leave. He needed to get someplace where he could have Derek all to himself. His fingers moved from Derek’s neck to trail over his shoulder and down his arm.

“Well then I guess I’m ready to go. Want me to give you a ride home?” Derek had obviously picked up on his need to get out of the office. It could have had a lot to do with the fact that he was practically fondling the other man.

“That would be great,” Spencer replied. He pulled his hand away from Derek and stepped back to allow the other man to get to his feet. Thankfully, he has stepped far enough away that Derek didn’t rub against him when he stood. Spencer wasn’t sure if he would be able to keep himself from pushing Derek against the desk and kissing him senseless if he did.

They left the office and walked to Derek’s car in silence. This was something that they had done often, so no one paid any attention to them. Once they were both inside of the car, Spencer began to run his fingers over Derek’s arm once again.

“Baby, are you okay?” Derek turned and fixed his brown eyes on Spencer. “Not that I mind, but you seem a bit grabbier than usual.”

“I’m sorry.” Spencer sighed and ran his free hand over his face, keeping one on Derek. “I guess that cop just got me a little possessive.”

“You mean Detective Lopez? She was just being friendly.”

“The fact that you remember her name does not make me feel better.” Spencer pulled his hand away and curled into his seat. He was waiting for a comment from the other man when he felt the car start to move. “Where are we going?”

“Some place where I can prove that you don’t have anything to worry about,” Derek replied. “No, put that hand back over here because I know that you’re itching to touch me and I love the feel of your hands on my skin.”

Spencer smiled shyly and moved one hand back to Derek. Sometimes he wondered what he had done to deserve him. He had never thought that he would find someone to put up with his insecurities the way that Derek did. The other man never once laughed at him for the way that he felt about something. It was a nice changed from being ridiculed by everyone he ever even attempted to date.

They spent the drive in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Spencer trailed his hands over Derek’s skin as the other man drove. He loved how warm his skin always was. Spencer turned and watched as the streets fly by. When they passed the turnoff to his apartment, Spencer felt a smile cross his face. They were going to Derek’s apartment. For some reason, Spencer liked Derek’s apartment more than his own. It felt more like a home to him.

After parking the car, Derek got out and walked around to the other side of the car. Spencer had already gotten out of the car by the time he got there. When the strong, dark arms wrapped around him, Spencer smiled and leaned into the contact. He loved the feel of the muscled body holding him close. Derek pulled him closer and flexed, tightening the hold. Spencer moaned at the contact.

“Come on, boy genius. Let’s get you upstairs.” Derek pulled away and held out his hand. With a smile, Spencer linked their fingers together.

Hand in hand, they walked over to the elevators. On the ride up to Derek’s apartment, Spencer trailed the fingers of the hand that wasn’t holding Derek’s up and down his arm. He just needed to touch. He needed to feel the firm flesh beneath his hands.

They had just made it inside the door when Derek spun them around and pressed Spencer against the now closed door. He slid the locks into place as he kissed Spencer senseless. Spencer moaned in his arms and let his hands roam over the hard, muscled body. His hands ended up underneath Derek’s shirt, pressing against warm skin.

Spencer pushed Derek away from the door and started to walk in the direction of the bedroom. This process was made difficult by the simple fact that they refused to break the kiss. As they moved, they started to remove clothing. They both moaned at the loss of the kiss as shirts were pulled out of the way. By the time they reached the bedroom, they were both naked.

Derek’s lips left his and headed up to his ear. “Tell me how you want me.”

“On your stomach on the bed,” Spencer replied. The words just fell from his lips. Derek tensed in his arms.

This was something that they had never done before. Derek had always been able to see Spencer when they were together. He didn’t like it when people were behind him where he couldn’t see them. It brought back too many memories from his childhood. Spencer had never asked for anything like this before, but it was something he needed right then.

Spencer pressed a kiss to his lips. “Trust me?”

Derek nodded and pulled away. Spencer could see that he was clenching his jaw; most likely to keep from saying something that he knew would hurt Spencer. Making sure to keep a close eye on his movements, Spencer watched as Derek pulled down the covers and crawled onto the bed on his stomach. If there was even the smallest indication that Derek was too uncomfortable, Spencer would back off. The last thing he wanted to do was push his still skittish lover into something he wasn’t ready for.

Spencer climbed onto the bed and leaned over him. He could see the tension in the strong body beneath him. Placing a kiss to the back of Derek’s neck, he gave in to the temptation that had been driving him crazy all day. He started to touch.

Keeping his movements gentle, Spencer started to run his hands over the body beneath him. He started at his shoulders, pressing against the tense muscles. He kept up the gentle massage until he felt Derek start to relax underneath him. All he wanted to do at the moment was to touch the other man. Spencer just wanted the knowledge that he was the one who was allowed to touch the body so many lusted after.

Continuing with the massage of the body that he loved so much, Spencer shifted around. He ended up straddling Derek’s hips. He needed to be in this position for what he wanted to do. While his hands moved to Derek’s lower back, Spencer leaned down and pressed his lips to the tattoo that decorated the dark, muscled back. He peppered the top with soft kisses and then started to use his tongue to trace the outline of the tattoo.

Derek started to moan underneath him. It seemed as though he was over his earlier fear. He was trembling beneath Spencer’s hands and his hips were starting to thrust against the bed. Spencer shifted lower and continued to rub his hands over Derek’s back. As he moved his tongue down Derek’s spine, Spence felt his cock start to harden. He reached Derek’s ass and nipped at one of the cheeks before moving away.

“Turn over.” He moved so that Derek could move. He smiled into the lust-filled eyes when he got good look into them.

“You stopped.” There was a slightly confused expression on his face.

“Derek, I did what I wanted to do. I’m not going to push you into anything that you don’t want.” Spencer smiled at him. “I’m perfectly fine with waiting for as long as you need.”

Derek reached up and cupped his cheek. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“I ask myself the same question every day.” Spencer rubbed against the hand on his cheek. “Stroke us off?”

“Anything for you, baby,” Derek replied.

Spencer smiled happily and leaned down to kiss him. He moaned into the kiss when Derek wrapped one of his hands around both of their erections. There was enough pre-come leaking from both of them that his hand slid easily over them. Spencer continued to run his hands down Derek’s side as his lover stroked them. He had done a good job of working both of them up with his massage of Derek. It didn’t take long before his orgasm came flooding out of him. Spencer gasped into Derek’s mouth as the pleasure overtook him. He felt Derek’s release a moment later. Spencer collapsed onto Derek’s chest and tried to keep his breathing steady.

“I needed that,” Spencer sighed. He pressed kisses to Derek’s neck as he slowly slid off of him.

“Baby, where are you going?”

“To get something to clean us up.” Spencer kissed him once again then hurried to the bathroom. After washing himself off, Spencer grabbed a cloth and made his way back to the room. He quickly wiped Derek off then crawled into the bed next to him. He pulled up the covers and wrapped himself around Derek. Spencer sighed in contentment.

“So, are you feeling better now?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know why you put up with me,” Spencer sighed. “I wouldn’t put up with someone as insecure as I am.”

“Hey, I like you just the way you are. Plus, I like making you feel better after your insecurities rear their head. I love feeling your hands on me.” Derek practically purred into Spencer’s ear.

Spencer moaned happily at the hand that was running over his back. “So, that means that you’re mine?”

“I am most definitely yours.”

The End.

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