Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2010-07-12 14:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | atlantis, criminal minds, rated: general, slash, x-over |
Fic: You, Or Someone Like You 1/1 Criminal Minds/StarGate: Atlantis
Title: You, Or Someone Like You
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds/StarGate Atlantis.
Characters: Reid, Lorne
Words: 749
Prompt: Criminal Minds: Lorne/Reid- stand in
Fandom: Criminal Minds/StarGate: Atlantis.
Pairing: Lorne/Reid, hint of Reid/Hotch
Rating: General
Warnings: Innuendo
Summary: Spencer's on a date with a guy from the personals ads.
Author's Note: More CM than SGA.
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"I wouldn't..." Spencer trailed off as he twirled the straw in his scotch. It sat untouched between them. He had ordered it merely to give the illusion that he was relaxed. Glancing up, he met the brightest blue eyes he had ever noticed before. "Do we have to talk?"
His smile was warm in response. Reaching out across the table, he took Spencer's hand in his own. It was rough to the touch, yet, surprisingly gentle. The man was used to working with his hands.
All the possible uses for a man who was good with his hands flitted through his mind, and Spencer closed his eyes with a gasp. He sucked in a shuddering breath. A tingling under his navel made him lean forward. This spread south and he had to close his legs.
"Nope, Doc, this is your fantasy." Keeping his voice light, the man gave Spencer's hand another squeeze. "The ad was very specific."
Clearing his throat, Spencer blinked wide eyes. "Yes, yes it was. I, uh, knew exactly what I was looking for when," he looked down and thinned his lips in a depreciating smile. "When I placed it."
Laugh lines crinkled around the man's eyes, partially obscuring them. "You don't have to be nervous. I'm a professional." His cheeks pinked a little and he glanced away for a moment. "By that, I mean I have what it takes to follow orders."
Eyebrows shooting up, Spencer sat back a little. "That, actually, doesn't really help matters much." He cleared his throat a second time. "If you recall, that's not what I want."
He stared at the agent for a moment. Then he raised his head in a reverse nod. "Ah. Got ya." A second later, he tugged Spencer's hand closer to him. His grip was stronger, almost possessive. This time, his gaze was steady. All traces of nervous apprehension were gone. "What should I call you?"
"Reid." Unable to meet the man's stare, Spencer reached back to push his hair behind an ear. "He calls me Reid. There's a light timbre to his voice, short and close to a gasp at emotional times." He nodded to no one in particular. It just felt the right thing to do. "I like it when he says my name that way."
"All right, Reid." He spoke like he was trying out the name for the first time.
Spencer closed his eyes. He turned the clasped hand until his own fingers slipped through the larger ones. "Yeah, just like that." When he focused his thoughts, it wasn't the deep blue that he felt staring at him, but warm hazel. The image didn't really matter, not tonight. Everything laid upon the attitude.
It wasn't real, but it would have to do.
At least for the next few hours.
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Watching the red of tail lights fading in the distance, Evan flicked open his phone. The number was easily keyed up and it began to rang before he even placed the speaker to his ear. He didn't have to wait long before it was picked up.
"How did it go?"
"I nearly had to carry him to the taxi." He glanced up and down the street before crossing to the lot on the other side. "You were right, he was very responsive to commands and enjoyed the other things too."
The man sighed on the other end. "It's my job to be."
"Yeah, well, the result are only temporary." Pleasant mood evaporating, Evan walked past the attendant with a short wave. "I'm not doing this again, consider us even."
"All right."
"And one more thing." He waited until the man sighed. "Quit leading him on. Either give him a taste or cut him off completely. I don't care which, but that kid's about ready to explode, Aaron." Closing the phone, he cut off any potential response.
Sighing to himself, Evan found the blue Crown Vic he had borrowed. The lights flashed when he hit the auto-unlock on the keyfob. This had turned out to be one hell of a leave. If things kept up like this, he was definitely heading back to Atlantis early.
Just as he was about to climb in, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, then hit ignore button. If the General was going to act like an overprotective father, the man could deal with voice mail. He got enough of the third degree from the Colonel when he was late by five minutes back home.
THE END...............................