Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Jazz & Jealousy 🔥 (E)

Summary: On a visit from New Orleans, Ethan takes a liking to Spencer's crush. Spencer is not thrilled by this.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warning: HEAVY jealousy, hair pulling, penetrative sex, rough sex, light degradation, unprotected sex

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It wasn't often that I got to have nice nights out. The kind of nights where you lose yourself to the wine and good company of friends, each of you dressed to the nines and indulging in the pleasures of life under the pale full moon. Don't get me wrong, my job grants me the privilege of traveling to some of the most beautiful places in the country. We've been to nearly every major tourist destination, and sometimes it felt like we'd already discovered every hidden local gem. The only catch was that we were there for work, and always for work.

As soon as it was over, we'd be too exhausted to do anything except drag our feet back into the jet for a long sleepless flight. But that wasn't even the worst part about the job. Because not only did we not get to enjoy those places, we also missed out on the beauty in our own backyard.

So when Spencer announced to the team that his friend from New Orleans would be making a visit for a Jazz Festival happening in D.C., I jumped at the opportunity. Somewhat surprisingly, so did the rest of the team. Usually only a few of us wanted to join Spencer on his outings. Then again, his outings usually included a lot more foreign cinema or science we'd never understand. But that time it was just good food and even better musical entertainment. A few of us even splurged on hotel rooms by the venue so that we wouldn't have to worry about metro rides or taxis. Everything about the night was meant to be carefree, joyous, and relaxing.

Unfortunately, things didn't exactly work out that way.

It'd started about a month ago. Spencer and I had been paired together during one of those rare cases– the kind that have a happy enough ending that when half the team stumbles into a bar, it was because we're celebrating rather than attempting to drown our sorrows. Even more rarely, it had actually included Spencer drinking as well, albeit not much.

Enough, however, that when I asked him to come back to our room with me, he'd actually said yes. At first, I wasn't sure he understood what I had been implying, but we'd barely made it into the room when he backed me against the wall, his hands framing my jaw as our lips crashed together sloppily. Within seconds, we had started the process of clumsily removing the other's clothing, trying to ride on the inertia in the moment. Because we'd known that if we stopped, even for a second, it would be over. We'd be trapped in the same no man's land that we'd been in for years, always wondering what would be if we could just put our prides and jobs aside for a second.

But before things had gotten too far, the sounds of our heavy breathing and hushed wanting were interrupted by a very loud knock on the door. It had been Emily, locked out of her room after realizing that we'd taken the wrong key cards. Being a talented profiler (and just generally not an idiot), she'd figured out what she had interrupted. Spencer's awkward, disheveled appearance paired with the flush on both of our faces weren't just from arousal, but horrified embarrassment.

Emily never said anything, and to her credit, she'd tried to get out of our hair as quickly as possible. It didn't matter, though. Once the door shut, Spencer and I had just stared at each other and saw all of the potential futures we could be making a reality if we continued what we had been doing.

There was the future where we quickly realized our hooking up had been a mistake, reverting back to friends with a dirty little secret that would always be in the back of our minds. There was the one where things would go wonderfully for a while, just to blow up in our faces and create a bitter division down the middle of our team. Then there was the other possible ending — the one where he and I would fall madly in love, get married, and grow old together.