Jim swiped his key card, opened the door to their room, then stepped aside and gestured to Spencer. "After you."

Spencer passed into the room. Back in the hall Blair whispered so low that only Jim could hear. "You just want a good look at his ass."

"And you don't?"

"I got my look when he bent over to pick up his case. Yum. Let's get in before we're arrested for loitering with intent."

Spencer had placed his suitcase against the wall, out of the way, and had thrown his garment bag across the foot of the bed. He was looking around while he loosened his tie. "This is a nice room. It's probably better than the one JJ booked." He reached down and pressed the mattress experimentally. "That bed looks big enough for three."

Jim shot Blair a warning look, and Blair gave him an 'It's a terrific chance to say something suggestive, but am I that stupid?' look. *We couldn't be lucky enough for him to actually mean what we'd LIKE him to mean--not this early in the game.* Jim consulted his watch. "It's closing in on six-thirty, and you said you wanted a shower before you dressed for dinner."

"Yes." Spencer picked up the garment bag again and started toward the bathroom. He paused between Jim and Blair, looking between them. "What about you two? How much time do I have?"

"We don't need one," said Blair.

Spencer's gaze flicked over them quickly. "No, you don't. In fact you both have very pleasant scents." He winced. "I'm sorry. You might have noticed that I'm not the most socially adept baboon in the troupe. A good education doesn't necessarily mean that the internal censor is always on the beam. Excuse me." He went into the bathroom.

Once the door was shut, Blair turned and collapsed against Jim, forcing the Sentinel to grab him so that he wouldn't hit the floor. He gazed up at Jim and said, "I think I'm in love."

Jim's lips twitched. "He's cute, all right. But Blair, he's the first guy we saw..."

"Nope, that would have been the valet, and I'm not going near anyone who has two gold teeth and one diamond chip in front."

"Have it your way. He's the second guy we saw. What are the odds that he's gay or bi, then what are the odds that he's gay or bi, and interested in a threesome--with total strangers?"

"I dunno, but I think we might have the first clue. After telling us we smelled good and apologizing, he didn't hasten to add that he's not gay."

"That is promising. Still, I think we'd better hold off till at least tomorrow, and look around a little." He set Blair on his feet.

"I guess you're right. He's kinda young, and I suppose he could surprise us, but he doesn't exactly give off an aura of great experience. I could deal with being turned down, but I'd hate to freak him out."

"If we don't want to freak him out, maybe we ought to go ahead and change clothes instead of waiting for him to come out. I know that guys have the whole locker room mentality going on, but better to be safe than sorry."

Spencer had intended to just have a quick shower and dress. Nothing else had occured to him till he was almost ready to rinse off and get out of the shower. Well, that was what he told himself at first, anyway. That was what he told himself till he realized that he'd worked up a handful of lather that he didn't need, and was smearing it on his half-hard prick. *I probably shouldn't do this. There are two guys in the next room--guys that I'm planning to use as masturbation material. If they suspect... Oo, that feels good. Hell with it. The water's running, they're hardly likely to know.*

Unlike a lot of heterosexual young men, Spencer hadn't at first known exactly what he wanted, exactly what he'd enjoy. Thus his fantasies had roamed far and wide, encompassing both women and men. It wasn't long, though, before he'd realized where his true interests lay.

Part of his training as a profiler had involved being analyzed himself, so he'd come to the conclusion that this tendency toward submissiveness was probably a result of being tossed into the adult academic arena at such an early age. All the adults had provided lip service to the idea that a child should be allowed to be a child, but that hadn't stopped the adult expectations and responsibilities. Being the focus of a family at an early age was stressful. Since he was about sixteen his fantasies had revolved around other men--men who took charge, without being too domineering. In other words, being allowed to surrender, rather than forced to.

He found both Jim and Blair attractive, and he couldn't decide which he'd rather fantasize about. Since it was a fantasy he simple decided not to choose. He'd never fantasized about more than one partner at a time, but he found that it was amazingly easy. As he caressed himself he thought, *That's the bad thing about fantasies--so easy to have mentally, so hard to accomplish in real life. But this one is too good to pass up.*

Spencer gripped the safety bar on the wall of the shower with his free hand and massaged his thickening member firmly. *Needs to be done firmly--neither one of those guys is the least bit wispy. I wonder if I can manage to get a look at one or both of them barechested before I have to go to my own room? That Jim fills out a T-shirt, and Blair might not be as big, but he looks solid. It the guys at the gay porn sites looked more like them than Ken dolls... It's just as well. I'd end up spending too much time surfing the net.*

Usually Spencer liked to elaborate his fantasies, beginning with the meeting, moving through a developing acquaitance (done at warp speed due to time limitations--he had to sleep sometime), then the seduction, then the sex. Well, he already had a good meeting situation, and since he didn't want to stay in the shower long enough to begin to prune, he moved straight to the sex.

Spencer closed his eyes, his hand moving more quickly. *What would I want them to do? Decisions, decisions. I bet it'd be fun to be sandwich filling. Let's see... Ellison in front, or in back? Thank God I didn't really get into this till a few years ago. My life would have been hell if I'd started having crushes on the jocks when I was in school. Damn, I can't even just have sex with myself without analyzing. I need to get on with this, or they'll wonder what I'm doing.*

*I know what would be hot--them together. Yeah. They're sharing a room, I can imagine that it's because they're involved with each other, and it isn't just to save money. They won't want me to know, so they'll be careful not to show any hint when I'm here, but they'll be longing to touch each other. They'll be thinking about what they'll do when they're alone. They have to wait and it's hard for them, even though they've been together for a long time. By the time they can finally be free...* He could feel the tension coiling in his spine, a heavy heat in his groin. Just a little more. *They're almost crazy with lust.* He squeezed hard. *They almost devour each other, jerking clothes off. Maybe they don't even make it to the bed. Maybe they just rut on the rug, and...*

Spencer shuddered, gasping, as he climaxed. He stood holding his cock for a moment, shuddering lightly, breathing ragged. He took another two or three seconds to let the spray rinse him off, then quickly shut off the water, got out, and started to dry off. He muttered, "That was nice. Would have been better with one of them in the shower, too--but nice."

"Jim? Why are you grinning?"

The bathroom was set off in a small alcove, one that had a vanity table on one side and a small closet with sliding mirrored doors on the other. Jim had been checking out his tie in the mirror, and that placed him right by the bathroom door. Jim held a finger to his lips and came over to where Blair was standing by the window. Once there he kept his voice low. "Okay, you know I don't just eavesdrop on everyone."

"Of course not. Only in the line of duty."

"And you know how I can't just cut the super senses off entirely without a lot of concentration. It isn't all that hard to hear someone who's standing just on the other side of a door if they're muttering to themselves. He said something about how it would have been nice if one of us had been in the shower with him."

Blair grinned. "Yeah? Which one?"

"He didn't specify, which I take as promissing. And once I heard that I, uh, did encroach on his privacy a tiny bit. I sniffed."

Blair pursed his lips. Good things could happen when Jim Ellison scented something. "Pheromones?"

"Diluted by the water, but fresh, and there. Dr. Reid used his shower as an opportunity for getting in touch with himself."

"Hot dog. There aren't that many people who'd jerk off in the bathroom with a couple of strangers in the next room--not even with the door locked. I'd say that indicates a certain amount of openness. I think Spencer just gained a few points in the playmate stakes."

"Gained points, but he hasn't reached the end zone yet."

Spencer came out of the bathroom, hair damp. He was barefoot and carrying his tie. "Football, or rugby?"

"Uh... football," said Jim.

"Did you play football in college?" Spencer addressed the question to Jim.

"No, I didn't do college. I went into the army right out of high school."

"I played rugby a few times in college," offered Blair.

"That makes sense. You look quick enough. You have to have a lot of energy to play rugby instead of football--near constant activity rather than short bursts. You know, they can trace the origin of modern football back to 1823, when William Ellis..." He paused. "Ellis... Ellison."

"No relation," said Jim. "but my father's name is William."

"Hm. Anyway, Ellis picked up the ball in a soccer game and ran with it. They didn't try to write down the rules till 1876, and William Camp edited the rule book till 1925..." He trailed off. "Babbling again. Sorry. Sometimes my train of thought runs away."

"At least it runs along a scenic route," said Blair cheerfully. He pointed at the tie Spencer was carrying. "Need any help with that?" Spencer looked down at the tie as if surprised, as if he'd forgotten he was holding it. "I'm just asking because I always tie Jim's. He can do it, but he tends to take about fifteen minutes, and sometimes the knot's a little crooked."

"Liar," said Jim. "He just likes to feel like he's controling my wardrobe. It's because I won't wear that Hawaiian print shirt he bought me out in public."

"Actually, I don't enjoy tying these things," said Spencer, handing it to Blair.

Blair took the tie. "Let's go stand in front of the mirror." They went, and Blair twirled his finger. "Turn around. I can do it facing you, but it'll look like Jim tied it."

Jim called, "I heard that!"

"Not surprising, since you're a Sentinel," said Spencer as Blair moved up behind him.

"He gotcha there, Big Guy," said Blair as he draped the tie around Spencer's neck, making sure it was under his collar. "Hold still, kiddo. Oops." Blair put his hands on Spencer's shoulders, looking into his reflection's eyes. "I hope that didn't insult you."

"You didn't use it in conjunction with a doubt about my ability to perform my job, so--no, it didn't insult me. If I got insulted every time someone made reference to my age I'd spend my life in a snit. I AM young, at least for my position."

Jim had come to lean in the alcove's arch. "I was wondering about that. How old are you, Spencer?" Jim asked.

"Twenty-four."

Blair, tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on tying the knot, paused. "Yow. How did you manage to get a position with the BAU at such a tender age?"

"The three PhDs helped."

Blair froze. "Three? I just finished one."

"I started young."

"I went to college at sixteen."

"That's about when I graduated."

"High school?"

"College. I graduated high school at twelve."

Jim laughed. "Darwin, I do believe you've met your match."

Spencer turned his head slightly so that he could look at Blair. Blair didn't flinch back, as he'd half expected--just raised his eyebrows inquiringly. "He calls you Darwin?"

"Among other things. It's a friendly nickname."

Spencer made a sound that wasn't quite a grunt as he looked back around. "My most frequent nickname suitable for polite society was Einstein, but it wasn't meant to be friendly. Your doctorate is in social anthropology? That's a fascinating subject. I'd like a chance to study it some day."

"Given your job," said Jim, "I'm guessing that two of those degrees are in psychology and criminal justice."

"Yes."

"What's the third?" asked Blair.

"It's nonessential to my job, but I'm interested in the subject."

"Which is?" Spencer was silent. "Let me remind you that I have my hands on what is basically a noose around your neck."

Spencer looked at Jim. "Is he always this determined?"

"I wouldn't know," said Jim. "We do spend short periods away from each other, so I can't vouch for all his time."

"Please don't make me throttle you," said Blair. "That would be so risky in a hotel full of law enforcement agents."

"Philosophy." Spencer sighed. "Hopelessly geeky, right?"

"Far from hopeless." Blair gave the tie a finishing pat. "And believe me--in some situations, geeky is a definite plus."