Pepperoni Pizza & Serotonin Stares
It had been a long week. They had just gotten back from an emotionally draining case, so Hotch decided to give them a day off. Spencer just wanted to go home, curl up under a nice blanket and watch old classic scary movies, but the girls wouldn’t stop insisting on going out. He truly didn’t want to, and after a few attempts, he was able to convince them that he’d go next time, even though they all knew that wasn’t going to happen.
As soon as he got home he removed his shoes, cardigan and set down his sachet on the couch. He sat down for a little bit- a little bit that turned to hours, because the boy genius fell asleep almost instantly, only waking up hours later to a loud knock on the door. It was about 8 pm, and he stumbled out of the uncomfortable position he had fell asleep in, and opened the door to find an awkward Derek Morgan standing on the other side.
“What’re you doin’ here?” He mumbled right before a yawn.
“Were you sleep?! Oh shit- did I wake you up?” Derek said a little worried.
“Yeah, but it’s fine, it’s probably for the best.” Spencer stepped aside, and welcomed the older agent in. It wasn’t until he turned around after locking the door that he noticed the pizza box in Derek’s hand. Morgan placed the pizza on the counter, and removed his jacket, revealing dark muscles that had such a perfect shape, he must work out a lot. Veins lightly popping out, and skin dancing as he moved his bice-
“You could try to make it a little less obvious...” Dereks voice interrupted Spencer’s thought process.
“What?” The boy asked, startled.
“You were staring...” Derek chuckled lightly, bringing the pizza onto the living room and setting it on the coffee table, Spencer following suit behind him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just-“
“Hey, it’s no worries!” He said with a smirk and flirtatious tone. They sat on the couch watching bad scary movies until they were done with the pizza.
Derek got up to throw out box, while Spencer cleaned the little table free of any residue. When Derek came back, Spencer had changed the genre onto documentaries instead. Derek was annoyed at first, but he focused less on the movie in front of them, and more on the boy sitting next to him.
He focused on how he smiled at the pictures on the screen, and how he furrowed his brows whenever they said something incorrect, and how he tried to hold back the rambling about whatever it is they messed up on. He focused on the rising and falling of Spencer’s chest as he breathed, he focused on-
“Now who’s staring?” Spencer broke him out of his thought process with a smirk, just like he had done to him earlier.
“Oh-“ they chuckled, “sorry, I can’t help but stare when there’s such a pretty thing sitting right next to me...” Derek said, smiling fondly, and watching how Spencer’s cheeks grew red, as he stared directly into Derek’s eyes.
Derek sat up, not breaking eye contact, and moved in closer, slowly bringing his hand to cup Spencer’s face. They both leaned forward, but right before their lips could meet- right before endless of possibilities were exposed to them, and their relationship would change forever- they heard a knock at the door, and Spencer got up quickly to open it, mind miles away, on a kiss that could have been.