Help, Criminal Minds, NC-17
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phantismaFandom: Criminal Minds
Title: Help
Pairing: Gideon/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1220
Summary: Spencer feels like he's been a bad boy, and he needs help. Gideon's always there to offer him the help he needs. And maybe Spencer can help Gideon out too.
A/Ns & Warnings: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flinchflower who's been waiting a really long time for me to write this fic, in honor of her birthday which is on Thursday. I figured I'd post it tonight since she's waited so long and I had it finished. Hope your birthday is wonderful, darling. Warnings: Spanking.
“Gideon?” Reid fidgeted in the corner, uncertain. His hand pressed to his thigh, palm out, fingers curled. It was a nervous gesture. One he was familiar with. “Is this…is this necessary?”
“Eyes on the corner, Spencer.” Gideon responded, not moving from his place on the couch. The first few minutes were always the hardest. It took time to climb out of the job and the stress of everyday life and into the space where Spencer surrendered.
Gideon never sought him out. Always waited until Reid came to him. And Reid always came.
Perhaps it was some misguided need for the father figure he never had. Maybe it was a misplaced fantasy of some sort, but Gideon didn’t have the heart to turn him away. Not when he showed up on the doorstep in the middle of the night looking like a lost puppy.
He’d have an excuse. He always did, and he’d ramble for a while until Gideon got the gist of what it was that he really needed. Sometimes it was a gentle hand, a warm caress, a body to press up against and feel like he wasn’t alone. Sometimes it was more like this.
Gideon looked up. Spencer had stopped fidgeting.
It was time to go the next step.
He uncrossed his legs and regarded the boy. He went to great lengths to convince others to see him as a man, but in so many ways he was little more than the boy Gideon had first met.
Especially now, after his ordeal. Lost. Alone. Afraid.
“Spencer.” He didn’t have to say more, Reid turned, nodded. His shoulders were slumped as he came to Gideon, and he said nothing as Gideon’s hand slid up the back of his thigh. “You came here because you need something. I’m going to give it to you.”
He nodded, though it wasn’t smooth or easy.
Gideon kept his voice soft, gentle. “Can you tell me?”
Spencer fidgeted beside him, then settled. “I…was…bad…” His voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes darting away.
Gideon nodded. “Yes, you were.”
“I need…” He took a deep breath. “I need to be punished.”
Gideon nodded again, his hand still gentle as it caressed now up over Spencer’s ass, onto his lower back. “You want me to punish you, Spencer?”
“Yes.” His voice was so small it was nearly inaudible.
Gideon reached for Spencer’s belt. He loosened it and paused, looking up. Spencer was stiff, fists clenched, his eyes shut. “Look at me, Spencer.”
It took a moment, but he opened his eyes and swallowed, exhaled then managed to get his eyes to Gideon’s face.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
“I know.” He licked his lips, his eyes flickering away, then back.
“Relax.” Gideon let his hand rub circles into his back. “Relax. I’m ready when you are.”
Spencer’s movements were clunky, tense. He widened his stance just a little and reached for his fly. Sometimes Gideon did all the undressing himself. Nights like tonight, Spencer needed it…like an admission, a request.
His neatly pressed pants fell, sliding down his legs, exposing white skin and boxer briefs. His hands danced across his groin, half attempting to hide the growing erection as if he were ashamed. It was always like that. Then he would nod once, hook his thumbs in the top of his shorts and tug them down.
Never far though. The pants would fall to the floor. His shorts, he left mid thigh. Like a naughty school boy. Gideon felt his own shorts tighten. Spencer didn’t look at him as he started bending over, easing himself over Gideon’s knee.
He was holding his breath, and he shivered when Gideon’s hand smoothed over the bare skin, up under his shirt and back down, over the round, upturned ass. Spencer’s cock was hard, pressed against Gideon’s leg. Before this was over he would come. And when it was over, Gideon would go back to his bed and come himself.
“Easy, I’ve got you.” Spencer relaxed a little more against him, his body not quite as tense over his lap. Gideon brought his hand down lightly at first, a slap and slide before lifting it again.
Two blows, one to each cheek. He looked to Spencer’s face. His mouth was scrunched up tightly, his eyes squeezed tight.
“You were a bad boy, Spencer.” Gideon spoke softly, his hand coming down over Spencer’s ass in three rapid blows.
A sob escaped him and he dragged in a deep breath. Gideon let his hand slide over reddening skin, between his legs. He tugged down Spencer’s cock twice, then went back to caressing over heated flesh.
Most times, that was all it took. Obviously this time he needed more.
Gideon’s own cock was getting pretty insistent. He blew out slowly and slapped his hand down. He’d lost count. Spencer’s skin was red and glowing and he was sobbing openly now, tears streaming down his cheeks, a muffled stream of “please” and “I’m sorry” and even “harder” coming from him.
Gideon reached for his cock, and just like that he was coming, sobbing and coming. His body went boneless against Gideon’s legs.
Slowly, Gideon reached to turn him, gathering Spencer into his lap. Spencer leaned his face against Gideon’s chest, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. His naked ass was hot against Gideon’s cock. Gideon closed his eyes and tried to maintain control. He rocked Spencer, but that only made it worse.
“Better?” Gideon asked softly.
Spencer nodded and sniffed again.
A few more moments and Gideon wasn’t going to be able to get up off the couch. Spencer shifted, and Gideon knew the moment he felt Gideon’s cock, his eyes widening.
“Shh…easy.” Gideon eased, helping Spencer slide off to the side, onto the couch.
“Gideon…” Spencer cleared his throat, his eyes darting up to Gideon’s then back to his tented pajama pants.
Gideon smiled, pressed a palm against his erection. “Don’t worry about it, Reid.”
“No…you…you help me. I should…I should help you.”
And before Gideon could tell him “no” Spencer was on his knees, his hands fumbling with the waist band. Gideon tried to stand, but that only pressed his cock into Spencer’s fumbling hands and he couldn’t even warn the boy. His come spurted onto Spencer’s face.
They both sat back, more than a little stunned. After a few moments of silence, Spencer cleared his throat again, climbing to his feet and tugging his underwear up before reaching for his pants.
“Can I…um…can I use your bathroom?” He was already stepping over Gideon, headed for the guest bathroom.
When he came back out, his face was clean, his pants back in place. He pushed hair out of his face and behind his ears.
“It’s late. I should…” He gestured at the door. “Go. I should go.”
Gideon nodded, standing slowly. “I’ll walk you out.”
At the door, Reid stopped and looked back at him, his eyes bright. “Thank you. For your help.”
Gideon licked his lips. Nodded. “Anytime Spencer. You know that.”
Spencer drew in a deep breath. “You too. You know?” He looked like he might say something more, then turned away, headed for his car.
Gideon watched him leave, then closed the door and leaned against it, feeling like he’d crossed some line somewhere.
Title: Help
Pairing: Gideon/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1220
Summary: Spencer feels like he's been a bad boy, and he needs help. Gideon's always there to offer him the help he needs. And maybe Spencer can help Gideon out too.
A/Ns & Warnings: Written for
flinchflower who's been waiting a really long time for me to write this fic, in honor of her birthday which is on Thursday. I figured I'd post it tonight since she's waited so long and I had it finished. Hope your birthday is wonderful, darling. Warnings: Spanking.“Gideon?” Reid fidgeted in the corner, uncertain. His hand pressed to his thigh, palm out, fingers curled. It was a nervous gesture. One he was familiar with. “Is this…is this necessary?”
“Eyes on the corner, Spencer.” Gideon responded, not moving from his place on the couch. The first few minutes were always the hardest. It took time to climb out of the job and the stress of everyday life and into the space where Spencer surrendered.
Gideon never sought him out. Always waited until Reid came to him. And Reid always came.
Perhaps it was some misguided need for the father figure he never had. Maybe it was a misplaced fantasy of some sort, but Gideon didn’t have the heart to turn him away. Not when he showed up on the doorstep in the middle of the night looking like a lost puppy.
He’d have an excuse. He always did, and he’d ramble for a while until Gideon got the gist of what it was that he really needed. Sometimes it was a gentle hand, a warm caress, a body to press up against and feel like he wasn’t alone. Sometimes it was more like this.
Gideon looked up. Spencer had stopped fidgeting.
It was time to go the next step.
He uncrossed his legs and regarded the boy. He went to great lengths to convince others to see him as a man, but in so many ways he was little more than the boy Gideon had first met.
Especially now, after his ordeal. Lost. Alone. Afraid.
“Spencer.” He didn’t have to say more, Reid turned, nodded. His shoulders were slumped as he came to Gideon, and he said nothing as Gideon’s hand slid up the back of his thigh. “You came here because you need something. I’m going to give it to you.”
He nodded, though it wasn’t smooth or easy.
Gideon kept his voice soft, gentle. “Can you tell me?”
Spencer fidgeted beside him, then settled. “I…was…bad…” His voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes darting away.
Gideon nodded. “Yes, you were.”
“I need…” He took a deep breath. “I need to be punished.”
Gideon nodded again, his hand still gentle as it caressed now up over Spencer’s ass, onto his lower back. “You want me to punish you, Spencer?”
“Yes.” His voice was so small it was nearly inaudible.
Gideon reached for Spencer’s belt. He loosened it and paused, looking up. Spencer was stiff, fists clenched, his eyes shut. “Look at me, Spencer.”
It took a moment, but he opened his eyes and swallowed, exhaled then managed to get his eyes to Gideon’s face.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
“I know.” He licked his lips, his eyes flickering away, then back.
“Relax.” Gideon let his hand rub circles into his back. “Relax. I’m ready when you are.”
Spencer’s movements were clunky, tense. He widened his stance just a little and reached for his fly. Sometimes Gideon did all the undressing himself. Nights like tonight, Spencer needed it…like an admission, a request.
His neatly pressed pants fell, sliding down his legs, exposing white skin and boxer briefs. His hands danced across his groin, half attempting to hide the growing erection as if he were ashamed. It was always like that. Then he would nod once, hook his thumbs in the top of his shorts and tug them down.
Never far though. The pants would fall to the floor. His shorts, he left mid thigh. Like a naughty school boy. Gideon felt his own shorts tighten. Spencer didn’t look at him as he started bending over, easing himself over Gideon’s knee.
He was holding his breath, and he shivered when Gideon’s hand smoothed over the bare skin, up under his shirt and back down, over the round, upturned ass. Spencer’s cock was hard, pressed against Gideon’s leg. Before this was over he would come. And when it was over, Gideon would go back to his bed and come himself.
“Easy, I’ve got you.” Spencer relaxed a little more against him, his body not quite as tense over his lap. Gideon brought his hand down lightly at first, a slap and slide before lifting it again.
Two blows, one to each cheek. He looked to Spencer’s face. His mouth was scrunched up tightly, his eyes squeezed tight.
“You were a bad boy, Spencer.” Gideon spoke softly, his hand coming down over Spencer’s ass in three rapid blows.
A sob escaped him and he dragged in a deep breath. Gideon let his hand slide over reddening skin, between his legs. He tugged down Spencer’s cock twice, then went back to caressing over heated flesh.
Most times, that was all it took. Obviously this time he needed more.
Gideon’s own cock was getting pretty insistent. He blew out slowly and slapped his hand down. He’d lost count. Spencer’s skin was red and glowing and he was sobbing openly now, tears streaming down his cheeks, a muffled stream of “please” and “I’m sorry” and even “harder” coming from him.
Gideon reached for his cock, and just like that he was coming, sobbing and coming. His body went boneless against Gideon’s legs.
Slowly, Gideon reached to turn him, gathering Spencer into his lap. Spencer leaned his face against Gideon’s chest, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. His naked ass was hot against Gideon’s cock. Gideon closed his eyes and tried to maintain control. He rocked Spencer, but that only made it worse.
“Better?” Gideon asked softly.
Spencer nodded and sniffed again.
A few more moments and Gideon wasn’t going to be able to get up off the couch. Spencer shifted, and Gideon knew the moment he felt Gideon’s cock, his eyes widening.
“Shh…easy.” Gideon eased, helping Spencer slide off to the side, onto the couch.
“Gideon…” Spencer cleared his throat, his eyes darting up to Gideon’s then back to his tented pajama pants.
Gideon smiled, pressed a palm against his erection. “Don’t worry about it, Reid.”
“No…you…you help me. I should…I should help you.”
And before Gideon could tell him “no” Spencer was on his knees, his hands fumbling with the waist band. Gideon tried to stand, but that only pressed his cock into Spencer’s fumbling hands and he couldn’t even warn the boy. His come spurted onto Spencer’s face.
They both sat back, more than a little stunned. After a few moments of silence, Spencer cleared his throat again, climbing to his feet and tugging his underwear up before reaching for his pants.
“Can I…um…can I use your bathroom?” He was already stepping over Gideon, headed for the guest bathroom.
When he came back out, his face was clean, his pants back in place. He pushed hair out of his face and behind his ears.
“It’s late. I should…” He gestured at the door. “Go. I should go.”
Gideon nodded, standing slowly. “I’ll walk you out.”
At the door, Reid stopped and looked back at him, his eyes bright. “Thank you. For your help.”
Gideon licked his lips. Nodded. “Anytime Spencer. You know that.”
Spencer drew in a deep breath. “You too. You know?” He looked like he might say something more, then turned away, headed for his car.
Gideon watched him leave, then closed the door and leaned against it, feeling like he’d crossed some line somewhere.
