Endgame | ᴍᴏʀᴇɪᴅ

You Banana

Spencer had never slept so peacefully and perfectly in his life. He breathed in Derek's cologne and smiled at the scent he had grown fond of. Spencer's face was in his neck, his right arm pressed to Morgan's chest and the other thrown loosely over his waist. Derek's arms held Spencer close in a tight embrace, their legs tangled underneath the blankets.

Reid debated whether or not to wake him since they did have to go to work in a few hours and Derek still had to go home and change. He  decided to let him sleep a few more minutes because he looked so perfect just sleeping. He truly looked like a Greek God and Spencer loved every bit of it.

Spencer slipped out of Derek's tight embrace carefully and made his way into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

"Crap," Spencer muttered to himself when he realized he had forgotten to bring his clothes in with him. Opening the door quietly, Morgan was still asleep so he tip-toed over to his drawer to grab a pair of briefs and clothing.

"Are you trying to tempt me?" Derek's voice startled him and Spencer jumped, the towel almost falling off.

"Derek!" the younger exclaimed, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"What? You're the one putting your perfectly round ass in my face," Derek smirked and Spencer's cheeks flushed.

"Y-you should probably start getting ready," Reid told him.

"Yeah, I know," he flipped onto his back, rubbing his eyes. "I have an extra pair of pants left in my go-bag. Mind letting me borrow a shirt?" he looked over at the doctor.

"If your shirts weren't tight enough, they will be now," Spencer laughed.

"Alright, be back," he grinned at the younger, standing up and stretching. Spencer gulped his mouth may have watered a little at the sight of him doing that. God, his muscles looked so perfect. Morgan then walked out and he heard the front door open and close. The doctor sighed and dressed quickly. He rummaged through hid drawers for the biggest shirt he owned and found an old shirt that had stretched after so many washes. He grimaced, it was really old and he rather not give him such an old shirt.

He laid it out on the bed anyway and looked for another. He found a very large dress shirt that his mom had sent him a while ago but had been too big. It looked like it would fit Derek just right. Spencer tossed the old shirt back in and walked into the kitchen to start the coffee maker.

"You can use the bathroom in my room and I left the shirt on my bed," Spencer told him as Derek walked back in with a pair of black jeans in his hands.

"Thanks, Pretty Boy," Morgan walked over and slipped his left arm around Spencer, pushing him against him. "But what kind of host would you be if you didn't give your boyfriend a good morning kiss?" he perked a brow and Spencer's stomach erupted in butterflies at the word 'boyfriend'.

"Sorry," Reid leaned in and pressed his lips to Derek's. His breath was warm and the kiss was short and sweet.

"That's better," Derek pulled away. "Be back," he pinched Spencer's butt and an unexpected squeal escaped his lips.

"Jerk!" he called after him. Morgan laughed and Spencer couldn't contain the large smile from appearing on his lips. He searched through his fridge for something to eat but he hadn't gone grocery shopping. He pressed his lips together, well he hoped Derek wasn't hungry.

He closed the fridge door and pulled out to-go cups and filled it with coffee. He poured a couple of spoons of sugar in his own and poured only one in Derek's. He mixed it and placed the lid on top just as Morgan walked out of the bedroom.

"I think it's a pretty good fit," Morgan said as he tucked the button up into his jeans. "How do you have this?" he asked. It fit him snug, but not to where the buttons would burst.

"My mom sent it to me but the size got messed up during the order," Spencer shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. He pushed the second cup towards him and Morgan grabbed it thankfully.

"Thanks, pretty boy," he lifted it to his lips and took a sip.

"You don't want breakfast do you?" Spencer asked.

"Not really hungry right now, why? Are you?"

"No, I was just wondering," he smiled reassuringly.

"Alright," he chuckled. "We should get going because I have to pick up my second go bag," Morgan told him, looking at his watch. Spencer nodded and grabbed his bags before heading out the door and locking it behind him. Morgan quickly came back down with his bag, throwing it in the back seat before heading to headquarters.

"You think they'll cut us some slack? I mean, we've had like what, two or three hours of sleep?" Morgan asked as they pulled into the parking garage.

"I had three hours and 24 minutes of sleep and you had three hours and 35 minutes of sleep," Reid calculated. Morgan shot him a look and he shrugged. "You asked," Derek laughed and slipped into a spot. They both headed inside and stepped into the empty elevator, hitting the fourth button.

"See you later baby," Derek pulled me in closer for a short kiss, ending just as the doors opened. Derek grinned at him and they walked into the bullpen, separating when Derek headed towards his office.

Spencer smiled to himself and plopped down in his seat, removing his messenger bag and putting it off to the side. He opened his drawer and pulled out some files to begin working.

"Hey, Reid," Emily called from her desk in front of him.

"Yeah?" he looked up from the file and she subtly scratched a spot on her neck, looking at Spencer's neck. His eyes widened and his hand rose to his neck, clasping over the sore spot. It had been a few days and the bruise was still visible. Spencer had very sensitive and had very bruise-prone skin. "Crap," he muttered under his breath. She chuckled lightly and went back to her files. Reid pulled the collar of his shirt up as high as it would let him without it looking too odd or obvious.

"You banana," she snorted. Reid narrowed his eyes at her and continued to work on the paperwork and trying not to feel paranoid every time someone looked at him.