Spencer Reid was used to being smart enough to get what he wanted. But when what he wanted was Derek Morgan, he was like a little kid learning to walk for the first time. Sure, they were friends, but Reid wanted to be much more than friends. Reid was determined to have sex with Morgan. The problem was that he had no idea what he was doing, and that he suspected that Morgan had no interest in having sex with him.

So Reid concocted a plan. He called it Operation: Get Morgan Drunk Enough that He'll Hump Anything. It was really very simple. Maybe Morgan didn't like him that way, but Reid knew his friend. Morgan was a slut, especially when he had had a few. So why couldn't he be one of Morgan's one night stands?

Reid tried to ignore the obvious flaw in his plan -that Morgan didn't sleep with men. At least not that Reid had ever taken note of. Although he suspected that Morgan might have a hint of bicuriosity, his pride would prevent him from ever being seen with another man. Well, Reid pushed that out of his mind and took Morgan for a night on the town.

"You want to go out to a club?" Morgan asked suspiciously as the pair of them headed off in a cab to the nightclub. "Who are you and what have you done with Spencer Reid?"

Reid tried to sound nonchalant. "I just figured I'd see why people like to spend their time getting intoxicated and dancing with strangers with the hopes of copulating with them before the night is over."

"Yeah, whatever Reid. If I see you trying to copulate with someone I'll start to get really worried."

Reid blushed. He hated that Morgan thought of him as asexual. Everyone saw him as some sort of freak that would never date or have sex. But somehow it hurt worse knowing Morgan saw him like that. "It could happen!"

"Yeah, right, Pretty Boy," Morgan said. "You'll have some casual sex tonight, and I'll find the love of my life."

"Maybe, I will," Reid said indignantly.

Getting Morgan drunk turned out to be even easier that Reid had thought. Morgan had downed five shots within half an hour of getting to the club. He was having fun, but Reid didn't like it much there. It was loud and people kept walking into him. Not to mention he had no idea how to dance. It didn't seem to matter though, because there was no space on the dance floor, just people packed in grinding on top of each other. He moved awkwardly and Morgan couldn't help but laugh.

"We need to get some booze in you," Morgan said. "If you were any more uptight you'd explode."

Reid reluctantly agreed to a single beer. He had wanted a cocktail, but Morgan would not allow for that. Morgan took another couple shots while they were at the bar. Then it was back to grinding. Morgan seemed to have no trouble dancing with a number of ladies, while Reid seemed to have one girl that attached to him. Reid didn't mind. He had no idea what he was doing, he felt more in place with the redhead showing him what to do.

''Are you going to copulate with her?" Morgan said, as two women danced up against him.

Reid blushed a bright crimson. The redhead glared at Morgan but kept dancing. Reid looked at his watch. It was one o'clock and Morgan was only tipsy at best. "Let's get more drinks!"

Morgan frowned a little, but they made their way over to the bar. Reid went out on a limb and bought two shots for each of them. He downed them and coughed. Why would anyone choose to do this to themselves? Reid started to think that his plan wasn't going to work. He was going to end up drunk and Morgan was going to be buzzed. He needed Morgan to be wasted.

Fortunately, the last two shots seemed to have an effect on Morgan. Unfortunately, this effect was ignoring Reid and making out with a trashy blonde against the wall.

How did I not think he would go home with someone else? Reid thought, cursing himself. This was a horrible idea. Why did I ever think this was going to work?

The redhead found Reid again, but he didn't feel like dancing. Instead he sat off on barstool and watched Morgan. After a while, Morgan ditched the blonde and found Reid. "You look sad. More booze?"

"Okay," Reid said sadly. Why not? He might as well have some fun. I can be like Morgan. I can drink and not care and have sex with sluts. Where did that girl go?

Two more shots for both of them. Reid realized he was getting dizzy. His head hurt. But Morgan was even drunker. This time Morgan danced with Reid.

Reid didn't even mind that Morgan was laughing hysterically. That this was all a joke to Morgan. Morgan was dancing with him. The same way he'd dance with women.

By the time two am rolled around, Reid was feeling nervous but all around pretty good about the plan. On the cab ride to Morgan's he was almost hysterical with worry. What the hell are you doing? He's going to hate you. Why would he ever want to sleep with you?

Then Morgan was getting out of the cab and he had to make a decision. Would he risk losing Morgan's friendship forever for a chance of one night with the man of the dreams?

"Can I come have a drink?"


A/N: I hope this turned out okay. Reading it back, I realized not much happens in the first chapter. But I promise it gets better! The next chapter will be rated M. I hope you keep reading and take the time to review.