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Hotch applies more pressure to the wound, hands steady as he tries to stop the blood flow.
“You’re going to be fine, Reid, just hold on."
It hurts.
Reid can't help but whine, trying to move away from Hotch’s prying hands. “Please, hurts no more."
“I know it hurts, but you need to stay still,” Hotch keeps him from moving, the pressure not wavering as Reid tries to wiggle away. “C’mon, Spencer, stay still. I can hear the ambulance and then it won't hurt anymore, okay? Just a few more minutes."
Spencer hums lowly, focus fading in and out. He doesn't notice when the ambulance arrives on the scene, paramedics rushing to his aid. Reid can hear faint noises, his mind not processing anything that is happening around him. He can vaguely feel his body being moved, a tight pressure gripping his hand.
All Spencer can think about is his boyfriend, maybe that's where the pressure on his hand is coming from? Derek loves holding his hand. He holds his hand when they walk together, when they sit on the couch cuddled up under a blanket, when they lay in bed or when one of them is hurt. A steady grip on reality that Spencer can use to focus and settle his brain stimulation.
And Spencer is hurt now. Really hurt.
So it must be him, he always knows when Spencer needs him. His very own Reid detector, prepared to hold him tightly whenever Spencer needs him.
And Spencer needs Derek right now. He can’t think of a time he would need him more than this.
“D’rek h’rts."
“Reid, the paramedics are giving you some medication for the pain, okay? You're going to be okay, I won't let anything happen to you. Just relax now, I promise you're safe."
That doesn't sound like his Derek. Derek has the best voice, calming and strong. He can calm Spencer without trying and this voice is not calming. It’s too deep and unloving, none of the emotion that Derek usually puts behind his words. The love that Derek has just for Spencer.
Where is he?
Spencer furrows his brow in confusion, where is Derek? He’s supposed to be next to him, always.
If Derek is not holding his hand, who is? Not Gideon Spencer thinks, he left him too.
Everyone always leaves him. Everyone but Derek.
Spencer doesn't think Gideon would have held his hand anyway, too busy with the details of solving a case to care for unnecessary emotions.
The case!
Spencer can remember parts of the day now, the pain and medication making his usually eidetic memory hazy in parts.
Hotch had brought Reid to the factory where Michael Kilmont was possibly hiding. Spencer had been assigned to search the building with Hotch while Emily and Derek were searching Michael’s house, the more likely hideout.
Hotch has to be holding his hand then, a steady pressure helping to keep Spencer from fading out of consciousness.
“Ho’ch?”
“That's right, Spencer, we’re three minutes away from the hospital. They've given you some non-narcotic drugs to help the pain and they are working to stop the blood. You were shot by the unsub and the paramedics think that it punctured your spleen. They are going to admit you to emergency surgery when we reach the hospital. You're going to be fine, we will all be there at the hospital waiting for you to wake up."
Spencer thinks he nods, distracted by the annoying pressure on his face. He reaches up to pull it away before hands grip his own. “Doctor Reid, you need to leave the mask on, it is helping us to keep your breathing strong. If you take it off you might cause your body to stop gaining oxygen and we don't want that."
Spencer hums in understanding, lowering his hand again unsteadily before it becomes dead weight and he is unable to control his movements. His arm drops heavily and he hits himself in the stomach with force, the hit causing his body to spasm. The motion had his head spinning and he begins to feel tremendously worse. He can feel that something isn't right, he can hear the paramedics talking loudly in the background, a harsh beeping filling the quiet space. A sharp pain is piercing his abdomen but Spencer is out of it, too unfocused to notice his surrounding environment.
“He's coding! Troy, start the compressions now."
Spencer can feel something heavy on his legs, pain filling his body as something pushes on his chest with force, another pressure won his abdomen to keep him from bleeding out.
He focuses back on his original line of thoughts, too tired to worry about the noise and pain, one thing on his mind.
“Ho’ch. De’ek?”
There’s movement in the background, and Hotch is forced to move away from where he had previously been hovering over Spencer’s body. “Morgan will meet us at the hospital, okay? Garcia rang earlier, Michael’s house was clear, everyone else is safe and unharmed."
Spencer thinks that Hotch squeezes his hand briefly, but he can't focus on the feeling. Hotch sounds panicked, Spencer thinks confusedly and tries to pat his hand in reassurance. He needs to help Hotch, Spencer thinks he sounds sad, is he hurt? Did something bad happen? Spencer can’t help but begin to panic at his thoughts, he doesn't want anyone he loves to be in pain.
“H’rt?”
The question makes Hotch pause, a bewildered look crossing his face before the question dawns on him and he answers. “No, Spencer, I'm not hurt. Everyone is okay, I promise." Spencer calms slightly, before he loses focus again, the pain beginning to overwhelm him as he stops breathing.
“Derek will be there soon okay? I promise he will be there when you wake up."
Spencer is so tired.
He wants to go to sleep now. He can hear Hotch speaking but the voice is muffled and confusing to his tired mind.
“You will wake up, Spencer! Spencer stay with me, come on keep your eyes open!"
Spencer's head begins to pound loudly in his ears, his body begins to feel heavy and weak. The voices stop registering again and Spencer begins to fade out of consciousness.
With the knowledge that Derek and his team are okay, that he will watch over Spencer and keep him safe at the hospital, Spencer lets himself fade into black.
“He’s crashing, Marie. I need the defibrillator now, or he’s not going to make it out alive before we reach the hospital."
* * * * * * * *
Flashes of blurred lights and loud noises fill Spencer’s mind as he goes in and out of consciousness, the bed being pushed at an alarming speed causing his head to spin.
He can feel a body on his legs, hands pumping his chest while different hands move around his body, a pinch in his arm as another IV is inserted, the first having been knocked out in the commotion.
Spencer whines without his knowledge when Hotch’s hand releases his own, not able to comprehend why he is being left alone. He reaches out, his hand pathetically twitching is all he can manage.
Voices speak in loud, rushed tones as he feels his body being moved onto a flat surface, the hands not stopping.
He wants them to stop touching him, the sensation of hands on his skin overwhelming. The touch leaves trails of fire on his skin from overstimulation.
Spencer begins to lose consciousness again, the drugs moving through his system to make him unconscious again.
* * * * * * * *
Spencer begins to regain consciousness, keeping his eyes shut as his body aches. He can feel something on his thigh and his hand. He flexes his fingers slightly, just to see if he can move them.
The grip squeezes back before the weight on his leg is abruptly removed.
“Baby?”
He hums in the back of his throat, too tired to respond. “Pretty boy, are you waking up? C’mon open your eyes for me."
Spencer scrunches his face in annoyance, he wants to sleep. The voice chuckles lowly, “I know Spence, but I need to see those pretty eyes of yours. Let me see ‘em? Please, baby?”
Spencer tries to speak but his voice comes out as a croak. He clears his throat, trying to remove any build-up that is stopping him from speaking.
Spencer groans, blinking his eyes open before immediately shutting them again.
“‘Too ‘ight,” his voice slurs.
“Shit. Sorry, Spence,” he can hear as the man moves away before the light behind his eyes darkens. “There you go, baby, try again."
Spencer opens his eyes, blinking roughly a couple of times to try and clear his vision. It doesn't work and the figure and room stay blurry. He feels a hand gently caress his face before something is placed on his nose. He flinches back before realising that he can see again.
Glasses, that makes sense.
Even with his memory hazy, Spencer can still remember the concepts of most things, his brain’s knowledge too complex to forget.
“Thank god, Spencer Reid, you had me so worried. I need you to stay safe, I can't handle the thought of you being in pain without me being able to be there. I was terrified when Hotch called us, he said you coded and were in emergency surgery. I got here as fast as I could and I'm not leaving you okay? I'll be here until you can leave by my side."
He finally gets a good look at the man before him, brown, muscled arms stretching his shirt across his biceps. Hair neatly shaved with a slight stubble covering his lower face. His mouth is curved at the corner, a slight smile despite the concern showing in his eyes.
He's gorgeous. Like a Greek God, or the prettiest Adonis model only better.
“Hi, gorg’us. Whatcha doin’ ‘ere? I’m so lucky,” Spencer slurs his words, before giggling shyly. He looks up at the man through his eyelashes, fluttering his eyes to persuade the man before him.
In reality, he looks more like a wide-eyed owl, blinking slowly up at Derek, an adorable sight that makes Derek love him even more.
The man smiles, reaching out to hold his hand again, the one connected to an IV line. “Hey, pretty boy, we’re at the hospital, remember?”
Spencer doesn't respond, his body now frozen as he stares at their joined hands. The beautiful man is touching him, Spencer will never be able to wash his hand again now.
Okay, no. Spencer would not be able to live if he couldn't wash his hands, the fear of germs would be too great to overcome. But he wouldn't want to wash them, he wants to preserve this moment forever.
When the conversation catches back up with his brain, he processes the name in shock. “Think ‘m pr’tty?”
“Of course, the prettiest boy in the whole world." The man flirts lightly, using any opportunity to make his boyfriend flush red with heat.
He giggles again, his free hand coming up to cover his mouth, his face turning a bright red. He startles when he feels something in his nose, fear overtaking his body. “Get out, help ‘tuck."
“Hey, hey, hey. You're alright, the nasal cannula is helping you breathe, remember? I need you to keep it in, so I can take my pretty boy home."
“Need?” Spencer questions
“That's right, you need it right now kid."
“Not a kid” Spencer protests moodily, trying to cross his arms but is restricted by the IV. “‘M big."
“Of course you aren’t,” the man answers placatingly, agreeing with anything Spencer says.
“I just call you that because you're younger than me, remember?”
Spencer doesn't answer, once again distracted. The man sighs softly, deciding to change the topic and get Spencer back on track.
“How are you feeling? Should I call the doctor in?”
Spencer nods seriously, trying to show the man that he could be brave and helpful too, definitely not a little kid. “I’m good, sp’cially with you ‘ere to keep me safe." The man runs his hand through Spencer’s hair and Spencer leans into the touch, eyes fluttering at the feeling.
“Feels good."
“I bet it does, baby boy. I feel safe when I'm with you too, I won't let anything happen to you when I'm here."
Spencer reaches out and runs his hand over the man's bicep. “You’re so s’rong and gorg’us."
The man laughs, head thrown back in amusement and Spencer’s breath catches in his chest, his heart rate spreading up and causing the monitor to beep slightly faster.
Spencer is too distracted by Derek's muscles to notice him smirking, smug that he is able to cause a strong enough reaction in Spencer. That he can speed up the heart monitor, simply by laughing.
He’s so fucking in love it hurts.
Spencer can't help but admire him, a soft smile on his mouth as he gazes adoringly at the man. Spencer suddenly blinks in shock.
He loves this man. He has to tell him right now before someone can steal him away from Spencer.
“Love you."
He meets his eyes, a smile on both of their faces. “I love you too, baby, so much."
Spencer's eyes widened in shock. He loved him too, him, who he now knows is apparently Spencer Reid. Tears fill his eyes as the emotions become overwhelming.
He begins to sob, unable to rationalise his feelings while heavily drugged.
Derek’s eyes widen in shock, the smirk dropping off his face as he rushes to his now crying boyfriend’s side.
Spencer can feel himself being wrapped in a warm embrace, and he clings to the man's shirt. He cries into his neck and lets himself be comforted. “Shshshsh, baby, I've got you. What happened?” he feels a kiss being placed onto his hair and it causes him to cry louder. “Woah. Hey, what's the matter? Are you in pain, do you need more medication? I'm gonna go get a doctor, okay Spencer?”
Fear wracks his body as he feels the man release his hold, and he grips him tighter. “No!”
“No leave please?” Spencer can’t seem to control his emotions and he can’t help but feel confused as to why he is reacting so strongly.
The arms are back and Spencer relaxes into the hold and he stops sobbing as hard. “I'm not going anywhere, baby, I was just going to press the call button. I'm not leaving you anytime soon, I'm sorry I scared you, baby boy."
“‘S kay."
“Can you tell me what happened?”
“You love me."
“Of course, I love you, baby. Did you get overwhelmed by everything happening?”
Spencer nods and the man sighs softly, tightening his grip. “That's alright, Spence, I know it must be scary waking up in the hospital, but I love you, always. Is there anything you need?"
Spencer ponders the question, a pout on his face as he thinks. A light bulb goes off in his head, he can find out if he can snatch him up for himself. “Are you marr’d?”
Spencer can feel as the man startles. He glances up into his eyes and he can see the hesitant confusion on his face.
“What do you mean, baby?” Derek questions cautiously, not wanting to set Spencer off again.
“I know we ‘ust met. But I ‘eel like we’re mean’ to be, ya know? I can love ya be’t’r than they can, so you shou’d leave ‘em and ‘tay with me."
Spencer startles as the man pulls away and grips his shoulder tightly, an almost frantic look on his face.
“Spencer, do you know who I am?”
Spencer nods, head shaking wildly. “Course." Derek sighs in relief.
“You're the gor’gus mod’l who I'm gonna steal,'' he pats the man's cheek reassuringly, “so pretty."
Derek tenses again.
“Spencer, I'm Derek, do you remember me?” Spencer hums in consideration. “No, I think I wou’d ‘member meetin’ someone as pretty as you."
Despite the situation, Derek can't help but laugh as Spencer tries to flirt with him. “I sure hope so, baby” he discreetly presses the call button, trying not to scare Spencer with his own fears.
“Are you single?” Spencer questions again, disappointed that Derek had not answered him yet.
“No, I'm in a relationship with the best person I know and I love him more than anything."
Derek can't help but tease him slightly, but he immediately regrets it as Spencer bursts into tears again.
“ Shit ."
“But I love you,” he sobs, clinging to Derek. “I can be good, promise. I'll treat you b’tter, you should leave ‘em and run ‘way with me."
“Baby, I would never leave you. You are my first and only choice, it's always going to be you. Spencer, I know the drugs are making you confused, but you are my boyfriend."
The tears immediately stop and his whole mood brightens, it almost gives Derek whiplash at how fast he was able to switch up his emotions. “Really?”
“I promise."
Before they can continue, Spencer's doctor walks into the room.
“Ahh, Doctor Reid, it's good to see you awake. I’m Doctor Ackles, how are you feeling?”
Spencer stares blankly at the woman, blinking slowly.
The woman chuckles slightly, grabbing to board at the end of the bed and pausing to read the information.
“That's alright, Doctor Reid, you will probably feel out of it for a couple more hours, I'm just going to check your vitals and the wound’s healing progress alright?”
Spencer doesn't reply, deciding to focus back on Derek. He feels something happening to his abdomen and grunts in annoyance, pouting up at Derek moodily.
“I know pretty boy, Doctor Ackles is just doing her job. Will you let her make sure you're okay? For me? I wouldn't be able to breathe if I knew you were in pain and I couldn't help you." Derek can't help but use his own worry to persuade Spencer into letting the doctor check on him.
Spencer narrows his eyes slightly in concentration, a suspicious look on his face. “Kay, jus’ for you."
Derek smiles, squeezing Spencer's hand again. “Thanks, pretty boy."
As the doctor finishes up her examination, Spencer begins to fall asleep. The poking and prodding doing nothing to stop his tiredness from winning out.
“Alright, Doctor Reid, your vitals are all looking good. I'm happy with the levels you're at and the surgery was able to remove your spleen with no complications. It’s healing nicely and does not look infected, so if you continue at this healthy rate, you will be able to go home in a couple of days. I will be here to monitor your progress and to make sure no complications arise, do you have any questions for me?”
Drek speaks up, wanting to confirm his suspicions. “Spencer is confused right now, he doesn't seem to remember me or himself. Is there something wrong with his memory or do you think it is the anaesthesia causing temporary memory loss?”
The doctor smiles softly, quick to reassure the man. “Mr Hotchner was able to catch Doctor Reid’s body before he hit the ground and prevented him from hitting his head as he would have. Right now we have no reason to believe that he has a brain bleed or any form of permanent amnesia. The anaesthesia can cause confusion and memory loss for patients but we will continue to monitor him when it wears off to be safe. If he still has trouble with his memory, we will have Doctor Spencer go through the necessary test to figure out what is causing the confusion. Right now he is okay and I’m not worried, so try not to panic before we know."
Derek nods in understanding, grateful for the doctor's reassurance.
“Now, I'm going to let him sleep and I'll be back to check on him again soon. Come and get a nurse or press the call button if anything happens, okay?”
Derek nods in understanding, thanking the doctor before turning back to his boyfriend.
Spencer smiles sleepily up at him. “Hi,” he whispers shyly. “I love you."
“You're killing me here, kid. I love you too baby."
Spencer's eyes widen in shock and he shakes his head frantically. “‘M Sorry, please don’t die."
Derek runs his hand through Spencer's hair, shushing him softly. “Sorry, baby, I didn't mean it literally. I'm not dying, you're just too goddamn cute to handle."
“Oh."
Spencer giggles shyly, hand coming up to cover his face. “That makes sense. But ‘m not cute."
“Nuh-uh, pretty boy, don't cover your face, I don't want you to hide from me." Derek reaches and grabs both of his hands. “You are the most precious person I have ever met and I'm lucky to call you my boyfriend. If I want to call you cute, then you bet your cute little ass I'm gonna call you cute."
Spencer hums before whining softly. “Why’d you stop? Liked it."
“Stop what?” Derek questions. Spencer moves his hand, Derek letting him go briefly as Spencer drags his hand back to his hair. Derek laughs, understanding dawning on him. “You want me to keep running my hands through your hair, baby boy? You like how it made you feel, huh?”
“Makes me feel warm and sleepy. Like you will protect me and keep me safe,” Spencer responds, eyes fluttering shut as he drifts off to sleep again.
“I'm glad I can help you feel safe, I will do everything I can to protect you, baby." Derek notices his boyfriend fading and smiles, knowing how exhausted he would be after the day he had.
“Kiss?” Spencer purses his lip slightly, even half-awake he feels like he needs a kiss before he sleeps, almost as if working off muscle memory.
Derek leans forward and allows himself to caress Spencer's lips with his own, moving them together gently. As Spencer begins to wake up more, tracing his tongue along Derek's lip, Derek pulls back before it can get too heated.
Spencer leans forward, keen on following Derek’s mouth for more kisses. Derek smirks, gently pushing Spencer so he is laying down again. Derek caressed his cheek gently before removing his glasses while he sleeps.
“You go to sleep now, I'll stay here and make sure you're okay. When you wake up and remember me, the first thing I’m gonna do is kiss you so hard you forget your own name again."
As he speaks, he massages Spencer's head and Spencer has no choice but to sink into the hazy feeling. “Better kiss me,” he demands sleepily before finally giving in and letting sleep take him under.
Derek presses his lips to his forehead, letting the rest there for a few seconds. “I promise."
* * * * * * * *
When Spencer wakes up the next time, the sunlight is beginning to shine through the closed blinds. He glances around the stark white room, a strong, artificial disinfectant filling his senses, along with a steady beeping. He wrinkles his nose slightly and notes that he has woken up in a hospital.
Spencer reaches out for his glasses on the table beside his bed, sliding them onto his nose. He turns his head away, eyes catching sight of his sleeping boyfriend. Spencer can’t help the small smile that covers his face, adoration clear for everything his boyfriend does for him.
He's asleep in the chair beside his bed, neck bent in what has to be an uncomfortable position. “Derek?” he questions softly, hoping it will be enough to wake him.
Derek groans in annoyance, face scrunching up in begrudgement. “Wha?” he questions sleepily, still not quite awake.
“Derek, I know that you can't be comfortable there. Come and lay with me please?”
The question is enough to wake Derek up and he smiles brightly, relief clear in his eyes. Derek blinks back the relieved tears that fill his eyes, not wanting to scare his boyfriend. “You remember who I am, pretty boy?” he sits up straight, stretching his arms above his head and groaning in relief as his joints crack.
Despite the confusion, Spencer takes a moment to admire his boyfriend, biting his lip as he catches a glimpse of his toned abdomen as his shirt lifts up.
He shakes his head to get rid of those thoughts and then Spencer frowns in confusion, did he hit his head? Is that why he is in the hospital?
“Of course I remember you, Derek. Why am I in a hospital? What happened to the case?” he questions, scooching to the side and patting the open spot next to him.
Derek stands up, walking over to Spencer's side and tentatively sitting half on the mattress. “You and Hotch went to the unsub’s warehouse, you managed to catch the guy but you were shot in the process. You lost a lot of blood and they had to remove your spleen, but your vitals are in the normal range and the doctors are happy with your recovery so far."
Spencer takes a moment to process the information, closing his eyes and thinking back on the case. As the memories flash in his mind, new ones start to appear and he can remember walking into the warehouse with Hotch, calling out for Michael. Spencer had tried to talk the man down but he was manic and unable to listen to reason. Spencer had moved forward and the man had fired without warning. Hotch had been by his side and had managed to slow his collapse, dragging them down together. Once on the ground, Hotch had fired shots back, taking Michael down before focusing on Spencer and awaiting the ambulance.
“Oh."
“I’m guessing I woke up briefly and was unable to remember personal information because I was under anaesthesia?” Spencer assumed correctly, and Derek nodded in agreement.
Having enough of not being in his boyfriend's arms, Spencer tried to manoeuvre Derek’s body into lying next to him. Whining softly when Derek refused to budge.
“Spence, I don't want to hurt you."
Spencer rolled his eyes before he tugged again. “You won't, you are too conscious of my injuries to ever be able to hurt me. I need a hug, or I'm going to start panicking."
That seemed to make Derek pause, finally getting him to relent. Derek moved until he was laying down and Spencer moved so his head was resting on his boyfriend’s chest, surrounded by warmth in his embrace. “Thank you,” he murmured into his shirt, calming down.
Derek pressed a kiss to his temple and murmured back, “of course baby, let me know if you need to move at any point okay?”
They lay there for forty-three minutes and fifty-two seconds, content to quietly enjoy each other's company before a thought came to Spencer. He sat up abruptly, disturbing Derek from his calm and relaxed state. “Baby? What happened? Are you in pain?” Derek questions frantically, hands scanning Spencer's body.
“Did you promise me something about a kiss?” Spencer slyly asks, an innocent look on his face.
Derek relaxes back, laughing at his boyfriend. “Of course that's what you would remember, fuck I love you."
“Kiss me?” Spencer demands breathlessly.
Derek is helpless to do anything but comply, not that he wants to do anything but kiss his boyfriend senselessly.
Derek pushes Spencer until he is laying down, hovering his body over his boyfriend’s, careful to avoid his stomach and knocking his IV loose.
Derek smiles as their lips meet, Spencer’s eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. They move together, working in unison to put their all into the kiss.
Derek traces his tongue along Spencer’s lips and Spencer moans softly, opening his mouth to allow Derek access. As their tongues meet, Spencer decides to fight for dominance and run his hand up over Derek’s neck. He drags it down slowly, tracing a path with his pointer finger until he reaches the waistband of Derek’s pants.
He dips his finger under the waistband teasingly before removing it so Derek doesn’t get too excited.
He lets his hand reach under Derek’s shirt, caressing his stomach gently causing Derek to groan into his mouth at the sensation. Spencer giggles against his lips, nibbling on Derek's lower lip playfully before grinning into their kiss. Derek grins back before opening his eyes, his breath catching slightly as he sees his boyfriend’s eyes closed and crinkled at the corners from his wide grin.
Derek pulls away slightly, mere millimetres between their lips as Derek’s pants into Spencer’s mouth. He pecks Spencer’s lips a few times before resting their foreheads together. Spencer eventually opens his eyes and meets Derek’s gaze.
They're still grinning as Derek settles down beside Spencer, beginning to run his fingers through Spencer’s curls. “What's your name, pretty boy?” Derek questions cheekily and Spencer hums, unable to pay attention while his boyfriend rubs his head gently, still recovering from the heated kiss.
“Dunno."
Derek throws his head back in laughter. “I'm glad my kiss can still render you speechless, baby, I'm relieved I was able to keep my promise."
Spencer tilts his head in confusion, pulling away so he can focus on the conversation properly. “What did you promise me?”
“Before you fell asleep, you were pouting about me not kissing you so I promised you I would kiss you until you couldn't remember your name when you woke up,” Derek kisses him softly again. “Glad my reputation still perceives me, I want to kiss you like that every day,"
“I didn't forget my name,” Spencer insists. “I was merely focused on other more important thoughts and was unable to answer your question."
“Sure, baby,” Derek agrees before remembering a different promise he had made. “Hey, Spence, do you think you are up to visitors? I have on good authority that you have a whole bunch of concerned friends wanting to make sure you're okay."
Spencer hums, nodding his head into Derek’s neck. He places a kiss on Derek’s neck before nuzzling into it with his nose.
Derek flicked slightly at the cold touch, but doesn’t do anything to stop his boyfriend. He sigh softly in pleasure as Spencer kisses his neck, dragging his lips to his pulse and sucking slightly until Derek moans and pulls him away, not wanting to start anything while Spencer is unable to have sex.
Spencer groans in annoyance but eventually relents and lays his head back on Derek’s chest.
As Spencer rests, closing his eyes while Derek calls Hotch, he is vaguely listening to the one-sided conversation.
“Hey, Hotch."
“Everything is fine, Spencer’s awake and up to visitors when you guys are ready."
Derek hums to something being said on the other line. His fingers get caught on a knot in Spencer’s hair and he gently works the knot free.
“Sounds good, man, see you soon."
Derek pulls the phone away from his ear, turning to kiss Spencer’s curls.
“Everyone is at the office, filling out the forms from the case. Hotch said they'll be here in about half an hour."
The boys continue to talk for a while, stopping occasionally to kiss. Spencer's doctor visits again during the half an hour and tells them that everything is looking good and he should be able to leave tomorrow, especially when she found out Spencer could remember everything again.
“Thank you for staying with me,” Spencer says.
“There's nowhere I would rather be. Except obviously at home where you aren't hurt,” Derek replies, whispering the words into Spencer's curls.
Spencer lifts his head, hand gripping at the back of Derek’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
Their lips move together, Spencer allowing Derek to take control as he rolls over Spencer, hovering his body without putting any weight onto Spencer.
They continue the kiss, as it becomes more heated. Spencer begins to get worked up and he can’t stop his hips from trying to buck up into Derek’s, desperate to gain needed friction on his erection.
Derek grips Spencer's hips to stop the boy from bucking up again and tearing his stitches. He chuckles into Spencer's mouth, panting hotly onto his lips as he whispers, “careful baby, we can't have that sort of reaction now can we? I wouldn’t want to leave my boy hard and unsatisfied."
Spencer whines, pulling Derek back into the kiss. His desperation is showing, causing the kiss to become sloppier as he moans into Derek's open mouth. “Please,” he begs.
“I know, baby, you're alright. I promise I'll help you soon but we can't do anything in the hospital,” Derek murmurs against Spencer's lips. Moving back slightly to kiss all over Spencer’s face, lips dragging along his jaw until he reaches his lips again.
He can feel Spencer pout before Derek kisses him again, slowing down the pace so Spencer can calm down. Not that Derek is doing any better he thinks as he feels the tightness in his pants.
“Oh my god!”
The boys pull apart at the loud exclamation, shocked at being caught making out like teenagers. Derek quickly makes sure that they are both covered, knowing Spencer would never recover if they saw he was indecent.
He relaxes slightly, noticing that the blanket is covering any reaction that the kiss had caused, the both of them softening from the embarrassment of being caught.
They turn to the door, seeing the shocked and knowing faces of their colleagues. Derek groans softly, burrowing his face into Spencer's chest. Of course it was Penelope who broke up their moment, unable to hide her reaction.
Spencer can feel his face burning and doesn't need a mirror to know that he has gone bright red.
Prentiss and Rossi have a knowing look on their faces while Garcia and JJ seem to be shocked at the sudden reveal.
Hotch sighs in resignation, covering his face, “that is definitely on top of the list of things I didn't need to see."
Hotch is the only other person in their group who knew, the boys knowing that Hotch would need to know as their boss so he could help them work out the right steps to take about their work relationship.
“Trust me, Hotch, you could have walked in on worse,” Derek can’t help but tease. Hotch closes his eyes and shakes his head.
Prentiss smirks at them, “I was wondering when you two were going to get your heads out of your arses and get together."
Rossi doesn't bother trying to hide his amusement at their embarrassment. “I believe that this isn't their first kiss, isn't that right, boys?”
Garcia nods in agreement. “That looked far too intense for Spencer's first kiss with the guy he loves."
Derek lifts his head to glare playfully at them, helping Spencer his deeper into his chest in embarrassment. “Maybe,” he teases, not wanting to give it all away yet.
Garcia is still staring at them, eyes wide but happy for them. “Why didn't you tell me that my favourite duo had gotten together? I've been rooting for you from the start, I’ve had to listen to both of you complain for years about the other not noticing the other's love."
JJ's face is blank and Spencer can feel himself starting to panic at the lack of reaction. Something must show on his face because she rushes forward and grips his free hand. “I’m happy for you, Spence, I'll admit that I didn't see this coming but as long as you're happy then I'm okay, okay? I'm sorry if I worried you."
Spencer relaxes, squeezing her hand gently in thanks.
Hotch speaks up from the back, wanting to get the conversation back on track and away from his friend's personal relationship. “Now that everyone knows that revelation. Spencer, how are you feeling?”
Spencer meets his eyes and remembers that Hotch had had to hold his wound close and see him bleeding out.
“The doctor said that everything is alright and I'm feeling okay now, just ready to go home,” Spencer looks away, taking a shaky breath. “Thank you for helping me, I'm sorry that I couldn't do better. I didn’t think Michael would be waiting to ambush us and I'm sorry you had to see me like that, that you had to help me."
Hotch sighs, used to Spencer insecurities and low self worth. “Don't apologise, Reid. I couldn’t be more grateful that I was there to help you. We're all just glad that you're alright, we'll talk more on the specifics when you're feeling better, okay?”
Spencer nods and Derek places a comforting hand on his thigh, squeezing gently.
Garcia moves over to JJ’s side and carefully hugs Spencer. “Thank god you're alright, I don't know what I would do without my boy genius." She pulls back, grinning. “I'm so happy for you both, I can't believe you didn't tell me,” she glares playfully at Derek.
He smiles sheepishly at her, “I'm sorry, baby girl, we wanted to tell you. We just needed some time to figure everything out and to take our time exploring the new relationship."
Garcia walks over and pulls him into a big hug, squeezing him tightly. She whispers into his ear “I'm so proud of you Derek." Derek can feel his eyes water but he blinks back the tears. “Thanks, baby girl, I love you,” he whispers back before holding Spencer again, the boy begins to fall asleep in his arms.
“I love you too."
“You have to tell me everything,” Garcia exclaims in excitement. Derek chuckles at her enthusiasm. “We will, but first Spencer needs some rest. We’ll talk at home, yeah?”
He gestures to where Spencer had just fallen asleep in his arms, exhausted from all the stimulation and pain.
Hotch nods, gesturing for the others to walk to the door. “Of course, Morgan, we’ll leave you to rest. Call if you need anything. One of us will be back soon so you can head home to shower and eat okay?”
Derek looks like he wants to argue, but stops when Hotch sends him a warning look.
“Alright, thank you." He pauses, eyes meeting Hotch’s, “thank you for being there, I don't know what I would have done if you weren't. I don't think I could live without him."
Hotch’s gaze softens, and he nods in understanding.
Derek watches as Hotch ushers them out of the room, closing the door behind them.
Derek looks down at where his boyfriend is sleeping on his chest, softly snuffing in his sleep. A soft smile graces his face “I’m so fucking lucky to have you, I love you, baby."
Derek lays his head back, arms encircling Spencer and pulling them closer. Spencer smiles in his sleep, murmuring a brief ‘I love you’ back even in his unconscious state. Derek closes his eyes and allows sleep to take hold, satisfied that his boyfriend is safe in his arms once more.