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The team had just gotten back into Virginia after a case in Seattle, Washington. It had been a long case about people getting murdered in the mountains there in such a brutal way. But the case ended successfully with the unsub arrested and the team had saved the latest victim from being murdered. And now, the team was in the SUV, driving from the airport. This SUV was a bit different than the others as it had three rows of seats rather than the usual two. Hotch was driving with Rossi in the front seat next to him. In the middle seats was JJ, Morgan, and Emily. And in the way back of the car, it was you and Spencer.
You and Spencer had a bet going on. Being in a secret relationship and still exploring one another sexually, your bet was to see who could do the wildest thing to the other. And today, you decided it was your turn to do the wild thing.
You looked at your boyfriend who glanced at you as he felt your eyes on him. He gave you a soft smile before turning his gaze back out the window. You placed a hand on Spencer’s thigh, causing him to glance down at your hand. It was a seemingly innocent gesture but as Spencer met your gaze, he knew there was something more behind it. And the smirk on your lips told him you had another agenda. He quirked an eyebrow at you, causing you to tilt your head in false innocence.
Spencer simply furrowed his eyes in amusement before looking away, going back to staring out the car window. You inched your hand up Spencer’s thigh, lightly grazing his crotch. Spencer couldn’t help the gasp at the feeling, his cock instantly hardening underneath your touch.
Hotch glanced in the rearview mirror, looking directly at Spencer. “Everything alright, Reid?” He spoke up.
“I-uh-” Spencer glanced at you and then at the front. “Yes,” He licked his lips. “I just saw a 1941 Stearman PT-17 airplane and got excited.”
Nice save, Spencer.
Hotch didn’t respond as he put his attention back on the road.
Spencer glanced at you, giving you a small glare but he didn’t bother to remove your hand. Your lips still held the smirk as you began gently palming Spencer through his slacks. His lips parted slightly as his breath hitched. “What-” he whispered but you gave him a look that stopped him from speaking, not wanting to attract any attention.
You glanced down at Spencer’s cock, seeing the erect outline through his pants. You glanced at Spencer, subtly asking for permission. He licked his lips, nodding his head slightly. And with that, you moved your fingers to unbutton his pants and unzip them. You slipped your hand into Spencer’s pants and beneath his underwear.
Your thumb swirled the tip of Spencer’s cock, causing his hips to buck from your touch. You bit your lip, a smile on your lips at Spencer’s reaction. He was usually so whiny, never shying away from making noises as he relished in the pleasures you gave him. So seeing him trying to keep himself composed as to not alert anyone to what the two of you were doing most certainly made your thighs clench.
You wrapped your hand around his length and began stroking him slowly. Spencer brought his hand to his face, the back of his hand facing his mouth as he bit down on his knuckle, trying to restrain himself. The fact that you were giving Spencer a handjob in a government owned vehicle, practically in front of all of your coworkers was extremely risky. And if Spencer let out even a peep, the two of you would be caught and likely fired for sexual misconduct.
Your movements sped up as you gained a rhythm. You knew exactly how to move your hand to get Spencer to cum the quickest which ultimately, was your goal. Spencer’s cheeks were flushed from the heat of the situation. All of his concentration was on not making a peep. It was embarrassing how hot and bothered he was as he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Spencer’s breathing quickened, careful to not make it loud or noticeable by those in front of the two of you. As you stroked Spencer’s cock, you could tell he was getting close with the way his thighs began tensing. You moved your hand faster, helping Spencer reach his goal.
Spencer bit his lip harshly, hard enough to draw out a metallic taste as he tried his hardest not to moan. His cock stiffened in your hand as he bucked his hips slightly, cumming in his pants. You were careful not to get much on your hand, not wanting to explain to anyone why your hand was wet and sticky. Just as Spencer finished, the car came to a stop, signaling that you were back at the Bureau. You removed your hand from Spencer’s pants, giving him a wink as everyone began to get out of the car.
Spencer was trying to control his breathing as he zipped his pants and buttoned them back up. As soon as everyone had gotten out of the car and grabbed their go-bags from the trunk, you began walking to your car to go home, Spencer following you. “That was not cool,” He whispered into your ear.
“Oh please,” You murmured, stopping in your tracks to look at Spencer. “You secretly adored it.”
Spencer pouted. “I’m sure the whole team knows now,” He exclaimed.
“Good,” You grinned. “Now we don’t need to tell everyone.”
“You know, payback is a bitch, right?” Spencer whispered.
You chuckled, nodding your head. “And I’m looking forward to it, hot stuff,” You winked. “I’ll see you tomorrow, hot stuff,” you exclaimed before walking away, heading to your car.
And the following week, Spencer lived up to his phrase of “payback is a bitch” as he fingered you in the jet with a blanket over your lap, right in front of your boss who had been sitting across from you.