Spencer Get's Drugged And Aaron Takes Him Home

Spencer get's drugged and Aaron takes him home

Spencer knew that drink tasted funny. He shouldn't have drunken it- he really shouldn't have taken a drink from the unsub at all! But, that's undercover work for you. As Spencer stumbles back to his desk, he knows he can't take the metro home alone tonight, it wouldn't be safe. He tries to pack his things, but his fingers won't move or grab the things properly.

"Reid?" It's Hotch, standing by the side of desk. Hotch wasn't with him on the undercover mission and is therefore in his normal work suit, which makes Spencer feel very out of place in his skinny jeans and tank top. Going undercover as a young bisexual man in a gay club known for drugs and hook-ops means you need a certainly look. "Mhmm?" Spencer muses and attempts to grab his book from the desk. Hotch takes it and puts it in Spencer's bag.

"I've been made aware you've likely been drugged"

"Likely, huh. Mhm. I have" Spencer throws his head back on the last word and regrets it instantly as the bright lights blind him and he jerks his head down to the floor. "Reid?" Hotch asks, placing a hand on the younger man's lower back. "Mhmm?" Spencer glances to the older man, confused as all hell as to why his boss is touching him. "Is there someone to take you home?"

"Noooo, well, no. No." Spencer shakes his head, trying to hike his bag onto his shoulder. "N- But, but, there's, couch, in the room, Garcia stayed in, the-"

"Absolutely not Spencer" Hotch half scolds, making Spencer pout in the middle of the office. He'd normally never make such a face but, the drugs are making him all loopy. "I, why not? I can't, I'm not in a state to..." Spencer falters, he's not sure what he was trying to say. "I'll take you home, alright? There's no reason you should stay here or make your own way home"

Spencer whines lightly, feeling his knees go weak. "Don't you need to get, home to Jack?" Hotch's face is blurry mess, Spencer can't see, he tries to think of what drug would make me feel like this, but he's mind is a mess and he doesn't understand anything. "Jack can wait the 13 extra mintues it takes for me to drop you off" Hotch grabs the bag that was hanging off Spencer's elbow. "13 mintues? how you know that?"

"How i know how long it takes? I've driven you home before, when you were in protective custody, I was the one to take you home" Hotch explains, gently turning Reid around to the way of the door. "Jacket" Spencer protests, sloppy on his feet. Hotch glances to him, confused. "My jacket, I'm cold"

"Um" Hotch glances around "You didn't have a jacket to work tonight Reid" Hotch says, Spencer pouts, he's so cold, how do people go clubbing in tank tops and not get cold. Spencer throws an arm over Hotch's shoulder's for some more stability. "Okay...." Spencer mutters, stumbling along with Aaron. Spencer struggles to walk with him to the elevator. Like his feet are pointing outwards and not straight out like normal.

Aaron sets him against the elevator wall and Spencer grabs the handle with both hands, the world suddenly spinning. "Reid?" Aaron's looking down to him, trying to help him stand op a bit straighter. Aaron's hands are under his armpits, what's he doing? His feet stumble back and he's back in the corner of the elevator. "Reid can you hear me?"

Spencer can't get his head to nod and just hums instead. "Okay, let's just get you home" Aaron says. Spencer hums, trying to move Hotch's hands but he fails, it's too hard.

"I know it's an unpleasant touch but I don't want you falling" Aaron says. Spencer groans, he's so tired, so dizzy, so confused. He just wants to go to bed. He needs sleep "Wow, Reid, Reid!" Spencer's leaning against Hotch now, Hotch's got arm around him. Spencer let's his head rest on Aaron's shoulder, he can't make himself move, his body is too slack. "Spencer, are you alright?"

Spencer lazily paws at Hotch's chest, leaning against him for stability "Ah..huh" He tries to nod but his head goes in a circle. Aaron moves Spencer's hands to hold around his neck. "Hold on okay? Tight" Aaron says as Spencer's fingers curl around his neck. Spencer hums as Aaron grabs his legs and swings him op in his arms. Spencer feels the cold rush his skin as he's carried outside.

Aaron sets Spencer down in the passenger's seat of Hotch's car. Something soft is draped over him, his bag is set in his lap and some hair is tucked behind his ear. "Spence?" "Mhmm" He hums. "Are you alright to be home alone?" Aaron asks, getting in the drivers side.

His words come out in a mumble. "need, have, to" The car starts and Spencer feels himself fade a bit, he's so damn tired. "Um, well. you could stay with me if you don't feel safe being alone"

"Nah...no" Spencer shakes his head. "Fine" He leans his head back. "I'm fine" Spencer mumbles. Spencer sleeps through the ride. He's frazzled when Aaron's moving him again. He clings to Aaron's neck as he's lifted from the seat. "Mhmm" "Just relax Sweetie" Aaron reasures, pushing the door shut with his hip. Spencer doesn't even question the nickname, he barely notices it at all, only tucking his head into Aaron's shoulder.

Aaron brings him inside, Spencer doesn't know if he slipped Aaron a key to his place or if he just found it in his bag. He doesn't care. Spencer's back meets the soft sheets of his bed. His shoes are slipped off, socks and then a blanket is laid over him. Spencer blinks as Aaron tucks him into bed. "Mhmm, thank Hotch" Spencer mutters softly.

"Get some rest okay?" Aaron brushes some more hair behind Spencer's ears. Spencer tries to nod, but needs op nodding his eyes instead of his head. "Call me in the morning, alright? I need to know you're okay" Hotch says, gently caressing Spencer's cheek.

"Mhmm"

Spencer wakes op to the sun shining through his window, he glances to his nightstand, there's a tall glass of water by his phone. He picks the glass op, downing the whole thing in one go. He sets it down again, noticing the small piece of paper laid down by his phone.

You promised to call me when you woke op

-Aaron Hotchner

Memories

As Nico and I settle into bed, I'm twisting and turning way more then usual. I can hear Nico snoring beside me, and I try not turn onto him. I've been up since 5 this morning, so I stupidly thought that I won't have trouble falling asleep. After a rather harsh turn, Nico stops snoring. Fuck. "Jacey?" He asks groggily. I twist on my side to look at him in the darkness of night. "Mhm" I murmur, my head starting to ache in the not surprisingly hot Zeus cabin. "What's-" He start, a yawn cutting him off. "Up?" he asks, snuggling to keep his eyes up. "I can't sleep" I mutter out. A sleepy Nico shuffles closer and tucks himself into my body, wrapping his arms around my hips. "Bed" He murmurs into my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "Could you lay differently?" I ask, holding Nico helps but I find sleeping a lot easier with a weight on top of me. He makes a sound of agreement. "Up?" He asks, detangling himself from me to resettle where I want him. "Yes please" I say. My tired boyfriend moves onto top of me, getting comfortable with his head in my neck. He rests his hands on my shoulders and hums into my neck. Sending another shudder down my back. The very last bit of stress is pressed out of me as he rests his body on mine. Nico is maybe ten kg smaller then me, but that's still enough weight to keep me down and calm. With Nico sleeping on me, I can't twist and turn anymore. I feel a lot safer sleeping with Nico. My body grows heavy, and I fall into a deep sleep.

Next thing I know, I'm back at Camp Jupiter, at my first training. They expected so much of me, I was Jupiter's son, I had to know how to fight. When I didn't take to it right away, everyone was disappointed. The sword drops from my hand and the other kids my age laugh and point. I remember running away in tears. I hid away into my bunk, crying under the covers. Then I'm thirteen again, standing in front of the whole camp, I'm holding a speech. The same speech the older campers always wanted me to repeat. I remember that standing there, on that stage, and just feeling the weight of the world settling on my shoulders. It was the first time I realized that no matter what I said or did, I would always be a son of Jupiter first, and a person second. I still feel that way a lot of the time. Never with Nico though. Nico treats me like a person, which is a low bar. But I have to admit, that's what made me fall for him, he actually cared about me, my feelings and my hobbies. Guess I'm just a sucker for anyone who treats me like person. The image changes again, I'm running into the forest at Camp Jupiter. I don't quite remember this. I'm, maybe eight. Crying, I climb up in a tall tree. What happened? I don't recall this at all. Everything else has been memories, why isn't this? A couple boys come running into the forest, their face are blurred and almost non existing. They all look around for me and yell for me to come. What is this even? I'm hiding in the treetop. There's something on my face, it that blood? Why is there blood on my nose? Did I get hurt? Did I fall? Did they do that? Fear sets in and my blood runs cold. All of a sudden, I lose my footing. This is a memory. Fuck how did I forget. I brace for the impact, but there's nothing. The forest is completely quiet. The boys are starring at up at me. I peel my eyes up and a shook of fear runs through my body. I'm floating in mid-air, legs curled up with my arms up around my ears. I hold back a scream and grab for a branch. I cultch my hands around it, and for some reason, I stay afloat. The time I figured out I could fly. The five boys run from me screaming. Gravity takes hold and I fall. I try to hold onto tree, but the branch is too fragile, and it snaps with the strain of my weight. I crash to the ground, the second my face hits the dirt.

I startle up in bed. Nico's rolled off me sometime during the night. My chest's tight, I can't breathe, it's like my throat is closing. I wrap my arms around myself, hands steady on my bare shoulders. I bury my head into my crossed arms. My heartbeat is drumming in my ear. It feels like I just ran from one end of camp to the other. I only notice that I've been rocking back and forth when I feel the blanket on the end of bed touch my legs. Fuck. I glace over to the alarm clock on my nightstand. 4:35, you have got to be kidding me. I have to be up in two hours. The sun is already slowly rising, making the sky a light yellow that fades to blue. "Fuck" I mumble sniffling. Warm tears roll down my cheeks. Through my blurry vison I look over at Nico, he's peacefully sleeping. Should I? I shouldn't. I wipe away the tears. Just because I woke up doesn't he has to get up as well. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, getting out of bed as quietly as I can. There's a cold sweat running down my back, I'm shivering. As I pull a hoodie over my head. I spot a window open, I didn't open any window. Maybe Nico opened it. I can go outside in sweatpants, right? Yeah, yeah, it's fine. I slip on my shoes, stopping by the door to hear if Nico's sleeping. There's a small, gentle snoring. Thank the gods I didn't wake him.

The door creaks a little as I open it. Just as I close it, I realize that leaving maybe isn't the best idea. If I go on a walk, and Nico wakes up, he won't know where I am, and then I'll get an earful for not telling him or leaving a note. Nico worries a lot, but I don't mind, most of the time anyway. I'm not going back inside, I need some air. I throw myself down the steps of the Zeus cabin. I guess I'll just sit here for a while. I breath in the sweet morning air. My heartbeat slowly returns to normal. Even though I know it was only a memory, the fear has settled deep in my stomach. More tears fight to fall, and I give up. I lay my head on my knees, the tears rolling down and soaking into the soft fabric. Fucking shit. I sniffle, wrapping my arms around my legs to stay stable. At least no one else is awake to see me like this. I hiccup, damn it. I rock a bit, trying to calm my nerves. I sniffle again and lift my head, dragging my sleeve over my wet eyes. I hear a small creaking behind me, did I not close the door properly? There's a small hand on my shoulder. I twist my head to look at him. A half sleep Nico is standing behind me without a shirt on. "What's wrong?" He yawns, tangling his hand into my hand. "Just a, bad dream. Bad memoires" I shallow down the cold worry that had set in my throat. He gently tugs my head up, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "I'm sorry honey" He ruffles my hair then lets go. His sweet voice makes the fear in my stomach disappear. Another tear presses past my eye, and Nico's soft hand reaches down and wipes it away. "Come back to bed, it's too earlier" He pleads. I nod and push myself of the steps. As I stand facing Nico, he reaches up and slings his arms around my neck. He leans up and snuggles his head against my neck. "You'll be okay" He whispers and kisses my cheek. He gets down and laces his hand with mine. He pulls me back inside.

Sniffling, I close the door behind me. "Sorry" I mutter. "Don't you dare be" He yawns again, he never gets up this early. I've had to get up at four a couple of time, I'm a little mere use to it. A sleepy Nico spins me around to the side of the bed. "I love you" He murmurs pulling me in for a hug. I let myself sink into his arms, not bothering to hold back the tears. I mumble the same words back to him, but I don't think he can understand a word that comes out of my mouth. "You're okay" He whispers running his hand up my back. I sniffle, my nose is all stuffed up. A very tired Nico sits down on the edge of the bed, he gently tugs at my waist. I take the cue, shifting down with my legs on either side of him. His warm arms wrap around my middle. I cry into his shoulder, my tears rolling down his chest. "What was it about?" He asks, twisting a hand in my hair. "I, I-" I shake my head against his shoulder. I can't, it's too much. "Okay Honey, it's okay, I got you" He murmurs, gently running a hand up my back. He plays with my hair as we sit in the silence of an early morning. After maybe twenty minutes of straight up sobbing on his shoulder. I try to talk, but it's childlike babbling through even more tears. "Baby" He pleads, gentle hands pulling my head from his shoulder my cheeks. "You don't have to talk, okay?" He says wiping my tears with his thumb. "If you want, of course you can. But if it's only upsetting you more, then you don't have to, okay? I know it's hard" He reassures, leaning in and resting his forehead against mine. Tears roll down my chin, I whimper and throw my arms around my neck. We sit here for gods know how long. By the time I stop crying, the has risen into the morning sky, and my head is being spilt in half by a headache. "Come on, you need some sleep" Nico pats my back. Through still slightly blurry eyes I glace over at my alarm clock. Fuck, I can't. It almost 6 : 35, I have to get up soon anyway. "I, I can't" My voice is hoarser then I've ever heard myself sound. "I've class soon" I sniffle, I clear my throat and it hurts. "No, No you don't" Nico shakes his head, tugging me closer to him. "You didn't fall asleep until one this morning, and you been up since when? Four? " "4:35, I'm fine I should-"

"No" He says, getting a bit stern with me. "Bed" "Nico plea-" "No. You make me sleep after a night like this. You are going back to bed" He insists. I sigh, he's right. I do. Guess there's no way out of this. I'll tell Chiron later. "Could I have some water first?" I ask, wiping my runny nose on my sleeves. "Of course" He mumbles. I move off his lap and look for the bottle of water I brought back from dinner last night. I find it on my desk and down the half empty bottle. It feels like my head is being spilt open on sizzling asphalt. As I shallow the last bit, the tiredness takes it's troll on me and I stumble to my dresser. Nico's walking around, drawing the brand-new curtains he had the Hephaestus cabin install here so that I didn't have to walk to his cabin every time I have a migraine. I throw my now dirty hoodie off, it's covered in tears and snot. I dump it into my laundry basket and find a new one to wear. "Do you, want a shirt?" I sniffle. "Yes please" Nico makes his voice ten times lighter then normal. I laugh, finding an old hoodie of mine and throwing it in his face. "Hey!" He chuckles, bring his knee up to catch it. He pulls it on and walks over to me. "Come on, it is past your bedtime mister" He jokes patting me on the backside. I fake a gasp. "My bedtime? I have a bedtime?" I grab his shoulders. "Mhm, don't forget your naptime either" He leans up and kisses me. I let myself relax with his lips on mine, gently moving with him for a little bit. He pulls away. "Now no more avoiding, to bed with you" "I wasn't" "Yeah yeah shut it, bed" He says removing my hands from his shoulder. I sling my arms around his neck and tug him closer by it. "Mhm?" "You been up with me, so to bed with you too" I say. "That was the plan Honey" He mumbles letting me drag him to bed by his neck. As we tumble into bed together, Nico says something I don't quite catch. "What?" I ask, laying down on my side of the bed. Nico drags me into the middle and lays over me. "You are so" He bops my nose. "Cute" I feel a small blush come onto my already red cheeks. I pull the blanket over us. My eyes have grown very heavy and so it's no problem closing my eyes. "Jacey?" He mumbles "Mhm?"

"When you're ready to talk about it, I'm here. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know"

Good night

Spencer and y/n

You been on the phone with Spencer for a few hours now, and while you love talking to him, it's late and you are getting tired. Very tired. You lay down on your shared bed, phone still pressed to your ear.

"Spence, baby" You say, sleep trying to pull you into it's grasp. You slip under the covers, warming your body.

"Yes?" Spencer sounds so awake you're jealous of his awakeness.

"You know i love you, right?" You ask, yawning as you rub your eyes. Spencer gulps and whispers to you in a nervous tone.

"I've been talking for too long, haven't I?" Spencer asks, suddenly nervous and sad.

"No, no baby i love hearing you talking it just, it's 3 in the morning for me and I'm really tired" You chuckle lightly, hoping you aren't hurting his feelings by cutting him off. You rub your eyes as you wait for a response.

"It's 3 am for you? Why didn't you say so? it's only 1 am here. You should go to bed" Spencer almost sounds like a kid being told their friend is sick, concerned.

"Oh, right, you're like, on the other side of the country. Yeah, you should get some sleep too okay?" You say, plugging your changer into your phone.

"Yes, of course Dear"

"Good night Spence"

"Good night"

Pie

You had tried just asking him, no dice. Make him his favourite meal and lots of it, hoping he's eat him to a state of sleepiness, but he was still op until 4 am, now just with more energy. Then you tired talking to him about medicine, that was a hell no. Which lead you to, more natural remedies, it took you days to find the right things. But, you got it.

So here you are, mixing blueberries, cut op raspberries, cut op strawberries, and Goji berries in a bowl. You're making pie for dresset tonight and Spencer better like it, or at least take pity on you and eat it. You pour the berry mix into waiting pie dish. Then you pour sugar over it before laying the lace dough on top.

When you set the pie on the table in front if him, Spencer's mouth waters. You knocked it out of the park tonight. You smile as he has another piece, hopping, praying it will at least help. Spencer glances op to you, a bit of berry juice around his mouth. "Is there something on my face?" He asks, putting his fork down. You reach over with a napkin "Yes" You wipe the juice off his mouth. "But please, keep eating"

The two of you are settled on the couch, it's not been a long day so when Spencer leans in close to you, it surprises you, it does seem out of place for him to cuddle op to so early in the evening. You gently wrap an arm around his waist. "You alright baby?" You ask, toying with his long hair. His eyes are almost closed. "I'm very tired for some reason"

"Mhm" You hum, moving to lay under him so he could lay fully on you, the way he slept best. "I may have had a part to play in that" Spencer's eyes flutter open to look at you. "Excuse me?" He asks, his favourite way of asking to expand on your sentences.

"The pie, I promise there was no medicine in it but the berries in it, help with sleep. Blueberries, raspberries and strawberries have antioxidants, raspberries and Goji berries also have melatonin" You gently brush some hair behind his ear. Spencer smiles, struggling to keep his eyes open.

"You, baked a pie for me, so I'd get some rest?"

"Yes, i did, and it seems to have worked"

Spencer smiles and lays his head down on your shoulder. "Thank you darling...I suspose I needed the help"

"You're welcome Baby, now rest, I'll be here when you wake op"

Hotel room

Luke Alvez x autistic spencer reid Luke and Spencer share a hotel room and Spencer kinda has a meltdown Warning: I'm not autistic myself but have autistic friends and based Spencer's actions on their behaviour

Luke and Spencer are forced to share a room in a higher end hotel. Well, forced is the wrong word. Luke was away when the rooms were booked and therefore only 7 rooms were booked and Spencer offered to share. Or, Luke coaxed Spencer into sharing a room, seeing as they've been together for a little over 2 months. As Luke follows in behind him, he sees all of Spencer's belongings around the room, papers and books everywhere. "Excuse me please" Spencer slips into the bathroom. "Mhm" Luke clears his throat. He knows this is gonna be tough, it's not like they've been fighting or anything but Spencer has a need for his own space. Luke sets his own bag down by the bed. Would it be rude to tidy his book and such? Or would it be a nice thing to do?

Luke quietly gathers his books and papers on the small desk. It's already too late when he remembers Spencer doesn't like having his things moved. Shit! Oh damn it he's the worst boyfriend ever. Spencer's now standing beside him, looking tense. "I'm so sorry Spence. I completely forgot" Luke's first instinct is to reach out and offer comfort, but stops himself, not wanting to make Spencer more tense. He's still in his work clothes, not unusual, a button op, a sweater vest and slacks. Spencer's clicking his nails again. A stim he picked op a few wees ago. When Luke first said he was 'clicking his nails' Spencer looked so confused. But he is! Spencer's taking his thumb and clicking it on his other nails. Spencer's doing it with both hands op by his chest. "Um, it's fine, it's fine" He repeats in a mumble and blinks a few more times then normal. Luke gulps, okay, redirect. Redirect the nervous energy away from a meltdown. Luke shakes his head lightly. "It's not"

"Yeah no, it's not" Spencer speaks more loudly, not yelling but loud enough to hear him clearly. "I'm very sorry" Luke repeats, stepping away from the desk, facing Spencer but not looking directly at him. "Can i make it better?" Luke asks, folding his hands in front of himself. Spencer seems nervous, he runs both hands over his face before continuing to click his nails. "Mhmm" Spencer hums in frustration, leg now bouncing. Okay, Luke thinks, a meltdown is coming. "Uh, umm.. Do you have anything cold?" Spencer ask, waving his hands in front of his chest. Luke thinks. Okay cold, waving hands. Spencer wants something cold to hold. Cold, something cold to hold. He'd brought a soda! Down at the store before coming back to the hotel, it's still cold. "I do, I'm gonna get it okay?" Luke says, informing Spencer of his movements. Spencer nods a few times. Luke grabs the unopen and cold can of soda from his bag. He sets it on the desk instead of handing it to him. "This should be cold"

Spencer snatches it from the desk and Luke looks at the floor, letting Spencer know he's not going to force any eye contact or touch. "Can i do anything else?" He asks gently, watching Spencer's feet move across the room to the bed. "Um, can you, uh, I'm sorry Luke" Spencer's voice breaks and he begins to cry quietly. Luke walks to him, siting beside him but not touching him. "There nothing to be sorry for" Luke says, forcing his eyes on his feet. As much as he wants to look at Spencer, he doesn't want to make him more tense. "I, mhmm. I, Hold me? tightly?" Spencer asks, breath hitching. Luke wraps his arms around Spencer's waist, leaving his arms free to stim. "Tighter?" Spencer asks, shallowing hard. Luke does. "Thank you..." Spencer breaths, pressing the soda can to his neck, then face, then rolling it on his arms, down his legs before pressing it to his forehead for a bit.

Luke and Spencer sit there for a while, Luke waiting for Spencer to ask to be let go and Spencer waiting to feel better. "Luke?" Spencer asks, setting the can aside. "Yes?" Luke answers, careful not to alter his hold in any way. "I'm sorry, i just..." Spencer shakes his head. "I'm listening" Luke reasures.

"I know you've stayed at my place before and sharing a space isn't new, it's still new because at my place, it's mine, and i have the final say in where things ago, and here, it's a shared space and I'd already gotten settled and then you move my things and, it's not a big deal but I've had a really overstimulating day and it was just the last thing to tip the tower over" Spencer explains in a rushed voice.

"Okay, i hear you Spence, i hear you. Why don't you leave your things were they were before i came, and I'll find a place for my things if i need it. Sounds good?" Luke asks, still holding him tightly. Spencer nods. "Yeah, I'd like that" He says, nodding again. Luke smiles, okay, that wasn't hard to handle, there was no pacing or hitting anything, just stimming, a cold pressure, and touch. "Hey, deep breath in" Luke coaxes gently. Spencer draws in a deep breath. "Good, hold for 3 seconds" He continues, feeling Spencer's chest rise. "1, 2, 3, and let go" Luke guides gently, watching as Spencer breaths out and he's chest falls. "Good, again?" He asks. Spencer nods. "In" Spencer draws in another breath. "1, 2, 3, and out" Spencer shakes slightly as he breaths out.

"Thank you" Spencer mutters, leaning back into Luke's hold. "Wait, off, get off" Spencer yelps. Luke lets go and sits back. "My clothes, my clothes are, uncomfortable, icky" Spencer shakes his hands slightly before rushing to get his vest off, but his hands are shaking too much to get it off. "Do you want help Honey?" Luke offers. Spencer throws his hands out to his side, panting. "Yes please" He says. "Okay, I'm gonn-" "Please just get it off!" And that's how Spencer ends op in his boxers next to a fully dressed Luke. "Hey, feel my shirt, is it okay? Can it touch you?" Luke asks, offering his arm to Spencer. He brushes his fingers over the fabric before flattening his hand on it. "It's, oh it's nice" Spencer's feeling op his arm and Luke lets him.

Before Luke is fully aware of it. He's on his back on the bed with Spencer laying atop him, feeling his shirt. Luke's got his arms wrapped around him firmly but not tightly as Spencer traces his hands over the soft fabric. "it's cotton right?" Spencer asks, briefly snuggling into Luke's shoulder. Luke thinks for a second. "Yes, it's 90 or 100 procent cotton" Spencer mumbles off a few facts about cotton and some safe fabrics for him. Luke knows them before he even starts, cotton, satin, and slik. Almost every shirt Luke owns is one of those three so that Spencer can snuggle into him. Spencer looks op at him, and Luke almost melts. He's smiling, eyelashes still wet, lips pressed together in a cute smile. "Mhmm?" Luke questions, gently petting his hair. "I love you" Spencer says quietly, Luke smiles. "I love you too Spence" Luke reasures, gently toying with Spencer's hair.

Spencer rests his head on Luke's chest, and Luke grazes a hand down his back. "You okay?" Luke asks, tracing small circles on Spencer's skin. Spencer nods and yawns, snuggling op to his boyfriend. "Tired huh?" Luke asks, still tracing circles on his skin. Spencer nods. Luke debates telling Spencer to move so that he can change over just letting him fall asleep on him and for Luke to sleep in his work clothes. Luke decides he's slept in worse, and let's Spencer settle down for sleep. Luke reaches over and turns off the reading light. Luckily that was the only lightly on in the room.

Spencer snuggles close to Luke's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. "Spence?" Luke murmurs gently, brushing a hand down his hair. Spencer hums lightly. "Is this okay?" Luke asks, continuing to trace small circles on his back. Spencer nods and hums in agreement.

Luke doesn't stay awake for long, neither does Spencer.

Spencer and Derek

Spencer wakes to the bed dipping behind him. He smiles sleepy, Derek's home. He groans slightly, reminding Derek that he too is home.

"Pretty boy, are you op?" Derek says in a tired voice. Spencer hums in response, turning around to face his boyfriend. Derek's arms settle around Spencer's waist and Spencer shifts back, snuggling close.

"Did i wake you?" Derek asks lowly, resting his head in the crook of Spencer's neck. Spencer hums lightly.

"Sorry" Derek presses a kiss to Spencer's neck, making the younger man shiver.

"It's okay" Spencer reasures, yawning. Spencer lays his own arms around Derek, relaxing and readying for sleep.