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so, this is a weird one...this was supposed to be a one shot- but I think this is going to continue...that is,if you want it to.
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"Morgan,I said CAN IT!" Reid says tersely as Morgan doubles over, gripping Reid's shoulder.
"B-but, you shoulda seen your face Kid!" Morgan snickers as Reid gives him an exasperated look. Reid snatches away from Morgan's grasp.
Morgan slumps to the floor in the bull pen, giggles wracking his frame.
"What's up with him?" Prentiss peers over her desk to see a tearful Morgan struggling to get up.
"I don't see a thing funny." Reid's voice trembles. "Just because I'm a genius, doesn't mean I'm dead." Reid crosses his arms. He frowns as Morgan straightens a bit, giggles blooming to outright laughter now.
"Pretty Boy...you got...when we sparred."Morgan hacks. Prentiss brow raises as she tries to put it all together. Reid fumes.
"My body responded to stimuli!"Reid hisses as his fist ball at his sides.
"No, you got hard." Morgan whispers as he calms himself again.
Reid growls low, pinning Morgan against the desk, Reid slides a leg between Morgan's, hips flush.
He grinds hard- gripping Morgan's waist as Morgan's eyes go wide; his giggles now a gasp of shock. A small groan escapes Morgan's lips, and quickly as Reid got on, he let go of Morgan, clipping away from him.
Morgan stares open mouthed after him, trying to control his heart so it wouldn't jack hammer out of his ribcage.
"You can be such a jack ass." Prentiss shakes her head as she leans back to study the shell-shocked Morgan...hard-on tenting against his pants.
Morgan straightens on shaky legs, fumbling as he follows after Reid.
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Reid slams a coffee mug against the counter, the words childish, fatuus and jerk-wad slip past Reid's lips as he pours himself a cup of coffee. His hands shake as he stirs in the small mountain of sugar into the black pool.
It wasn't his fault that he was a little bit more distracted than usual- as Morgan's shirt caught on damp muscles, accentuating the well formed pectorals, and biceps...abs...
It wasn't Reid's fault that Morgan took his shirt off because it was unusually warm in the workout room, and Reid caught sight of the tattoo on Morgan's lower back, eyes caught at the dip pf Morgan's spine and the swell of his ass.
It wasn't Reid's fault that Morgan tackled him without warning...it was supposed to be hand-to- hand, wasn't it? Not body- to- body, the warmth and tingling spreading outward, until it soaked into each others skin.
Reid groaned as Morgan's weight settled, the tingles spreading pleasantly to his toes...centered around his-
His eyes got wide as his unmistakable erection poked Morgan through the thin material of their sweat pants. Reid pushes at Morgan's chest and Morgan lets up, pulling Reid up to his feet. Reid blushes and stammers, and can't help but catch an uneasy feeling in his stomach as a small grin lights across Morgan's face.
"It's okay kid, we all get one of those once in a while. No big deal." Morgan says as he shrugs...
Apparently it was a big deal, because Morgan acted like a prepubescent teen as he entered the bull pen just moments ago, laughing at him...
It reminded Reid of the locker rooms in high high school- the teasing, the threats, the hurt...not again. Not ever again.
A/n: so...review please- and check out the other stories...i'll make it worth your while. : D