I hope ya'll enjoy this fic! wrote it around midnight just felt like the fic to write so plz tell me what you all think!
When he was dancing the slow rock of his hip drew the women to him. He danced with them, touching them and whispering things to them. They flirted shamelessly and he flirted back.
Spencer's shoulders slumped. Sitting five tables away from the dance floor he watched his partner. Derek loved to dance and he let Derek go dance while he waited patiently. Spencer sipped his drink as Derek's hands made their way down the blond girls waist. When he kissed her neck Spencer had to get up. He walked outside to get some air. He hated seeing Derek all over those women. He knew Derek would always come home with him but this feeling of rejection stayed with him.
Spencer went out back it was usually quieter back there. Once outside he leaned against the brink wall and took a few even breaths. Suddenly the door he just came out of opened. He hoped it was Derek. It wasn't. It was a tall man about six three with short blond hair. He nodded at Spencer then lit up a cigarette. Spencer thought about going back inside and then he noticed the man was facing towards him. He held out the pack of cigarettes to Spencer. Spencer hesitated for a moment then took one of the cancer sticks. Spencer placed the cigarette to his lips then the blond held out a lighter for him. He leaned in then carefully lit the end and then took a long drag.
"Thanks," Spencer said. "I needed this," the man nods.
"It looked like you did," he said leaning on the same wall next to the genius. "Ben," the blond said sticking out his hand.
"Spencer," he said taking the offered hand. Ben smiled at him, and Spencer shyly smiled back.
"So, uh," Ben started. "Come here often?" Spencer raised an eyebrow then Ben laughed at himself. "Yeah corny I know, but well… do you?" Ben nervously took a drag.
"Yeah," Spencer smiled. "You?"
"Nah," Ben said tapping the ash of his cigarette. "First time."
"Hum, do you like it?" The profiler asked.
"I like it a lot more back here," he said. Spencer turned his head to Ben and saw him smiling at him then giving him a once over. Spencer blushed and bit his lip. The two smoked in silence for a while until the cigarettes burned out. Ben stubbed his out on the wall then dropped it to the ground. Spencer took another breath of smoke then let it fall from his fingers to the ground. He puts it out with the ball of his foot. Spencer ran a hand over his head before looking up at Ben.
"So," Spencer began but soon realized he had nothing to say.
"Do you want to dance?" Ben asked quickly, mashing his words together. Spencer had to bite his tongue from blurting out yes. Then he thought about it. If Derek could dance with anyone why couldn't he?
"I'm guessing that's a no," Ben said after the pause. "Sorry that was probable out of line."
"No," Spencer said looking up at Ben. "I would love to dance," Spencer said. Ben grinned wide and took Spencer's hand and pulled him back into the club.
When they made it to the dance floor Spencer looked around for Derek. He didn't see him anywhere so he took his chance. The music wasn't very fast and when Ben placed his hand on Spencer's hip the younger man let his hands find his new friends shoulder blades. Ben pressed against Spencer and moved him with the music.
They danced for a few songs and Spencer did not see a glimpse of Derek. The couple broke apart when a fast song started.
"Would you like a drink?" Spencer asked.
"Sure," Ben said as they walked off the dance floor. They both ordered beers then took them to a private table.
"So," Ben said with a smirk. "Can I have your number?" Spencer paused for a moment. He didn't want Derek to answer his phone and find Ben asking for him.
"Why don't you give me yours?" Spencer asked. Ben gave a small laugh.
"That means you won't call," he said shaking his head.
"Well I might," Spencer said honestly. Ben gave him a look and Spencer sighed. "Just tell me your number and I promise to try and call you."
"Okay," Ben agreed. "Do you have pen?"
"No, just tell me it, I'll remember it," Ben raised an eyebrow. "I have an eidetic memory," Spencer explains.
"Okay," Ben grins and gives Spencer his number.
"Got it," Spencer smiles.
The two talk for a while, joking and laughing with each other. Ben stands up suddenly and moves his seat closer to Spencer so they are sitting side by side. Their knees touch then Ben gives him a slight nudge with his shoulder. Spencer blushes fiercely and looks down bashfully. Ben picks up his chin and when Spencer thinks he is about to kiss him he pushes back a stay lock of hair.
"You are too cute," Ben says keeping his hand on Spencer face. Spencer doesn't pull away he lets Ben keep his hand there. Ben slowly moves his hand down Spencer's arm and stops at his hand and squeezes it then places his hand on Spencer's thigh. Ben's hand stays there until another hand falls onto Spencer's shoulder.
Spencer turns and Derek is standing there looking very angry. Ben quickly removes his hand when Derek shoots him a death glare.
"Derek?" Spencer says with caution. Derek removes his hand and tries to step in front of Ben.
"We're leaving," Derek said glaring at Spencer.
"What?" Spencer said outraged. "No, I'm having a good time."
"We're leaving," Derek says grabbing Spencer arm tightly.
"Derek let up," Spencer says, placing his hand over Derek's. "That hurts."
Derek doesn't say anything he just pulls Spencer up from his seat. Spencer looks back to Ben who is clearly confused and afraid.
"Ben I'm so sorry," Spencer tries to explain but Derek pulls him towards the door.
Something is wrong. Spencer knows it. Derek is way to angry, he has never acted like this before. Derek doesn't speak he just heads to the car. He opens the car door for Spencer then quickly walks around to his side and gets in. Spencer slowly steps into the car then sets himself in the seat. Derek is already pulling out when Spencer clicks his seatbelt into place.
The drive is silent. Spencer wants to yell and scream at Derek, but just by looking at him he can see this fight needs to take place at home. Spencer cast quick glances over at Derek but doesn't let his eyes linger because Derek looks angry. Derek lets out a growl of frustration and flicks his eyes over to Spencer and catches him looking at him.
"What," Derek says lowly. Spencer just looks away.
"Nothing," Spencer replies.
"Damn it Spencer!" Derek nearly shouts. Spencer watches as his lovers knuckles whiten as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. Spencer bits his lip and wrings his hands in his lap. Spencer wisely keeps his mouth shut. Spencer just listens to Derek's breathing for the rest of the drive.
Once they had gotten home Spencer lets himself out of the car but doesn't wait for Derek as goes to the front door and unlocks it. Spencer leaves it open and sets the key on the nearest table. Spencer walks into the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water.
Derek enters the apartment, and closes the door forcefully. He hardly takes two steps into the room when he starts yelling.
"What the hell were you thinking!?" Derek shouts. Spencer sets down his drink and stares at Derek in disbelief.
"What was I thinking? What were you thinking?" Spencer throws at him.
"He was all over you!" Derek growls out.
"So!" Spencer says raising his hands into the air.
"Your just going to let any guy who flirts with you feel you up?" Derek asks stepping further into the room.
"He wasn't feeling me up," Spencer says gripping the kitchen counter. "Why is this bothering you so much?"
"Bothering me? You think this is bothering me?" Derek asks. "You frustrate the fuck out of me Spencer. You can't just go out flirting with anyone!"
"Why the fuck not? You do it all the time!" Spencer reputed. "All those girls you dance with, you flirt with all of them!"
"It's just dancing!" Derek barks. "It's nothing serious and they know that too."
"That all it was for me to, it was just dancing!" Spencer said.
"You danced with him! God what else did you do?" Derek roared. "Did you fuck him in the ally?"
"No!" Spencer yelled. "But I can't say the same for you. I didn't see you for a half an hour, who knows where you could have been!" Spencer nearly screams.
"I was at the bar!"
"Sure," Spencer snorted. "Why are you so angry about this?"
"You're my boyfriend!" Derek yells. "You aren't supposed to go flirting with other guys!"
Spencer stood there dumb struck for a moment.
"I'm not allowed to flirt but you can go round up six girls and hump them on the dance floor? What kind of logic is that?"
"You know I won't take any of them home! They're girls for Christ's sake." Derek cracks his knuckles.
"I have never attacked you for flirting with a girl, but the one time I flirt with a guy you freak out!"
"Because it's a guy!" Derek hollers. "You can hardly protect yourself at work how can I protect you if I have my back turned?"
"You don't have to protect me!"
"What do you think would have happened if you had gone home with that guy?"
"I never would have gone home with him! It was just flirting!" Spencer's throat hurts from yelling.
"You would have gone if I wasn't there!"
"I only would have gone if we weren't together!"
"Yeah right," Derek sneers. "You were just about ready to get down on your knees."
"You know what would have happened if I had gone home with him?" Spencer said taking steps towards Derek. "He would have fucked me, and I would have let him." The two men stared each other down. "And you know what I should have gone with him. At least there I would be getting fucked and not treated like shit!"
Derek's eyes flared.
"That's it, we're done!" Derek growls.
"Good," Spencer says crossing his arms over his chest. "I've had enough of your bullshit." Spencer said as he walked towards Derek. I grabbed the keys off the table and shoot Derek a glare then opened the door. "I'll get my things later," He said then slammed the door shut.
The picture frames rattle when the door slams. Derek is shaking in rage. He suddenly throws a punch into the wall, breaking through the dry wall. He leaves his hand there for a moment then pulls it out along with dust.
Spencer walks swiftly to his car, he gets in and pulls away from the apartment as fast as he can. Once he is a few miles away he pulls out his cell phone and dials a number he know by heart. He waits for the person on the other end to answer and when they do Spencer gives a small sad smile.
"Ben?"