Disclaimer; I don't own these people, people. Even if I do find them rather fine.

Strong, Black Coffee

Spencer Reid poured himself a strong mug of black coffee. He choked a laugh to himself. I like my coffee like I like my men; black and robust.

Speak of the devil, his office romance, Derek Morgan, strolled into the small, grey break room. Derek bent over the counter to fill his mug and the leather strap of Reid's shoulder bag suddenly seemed too tight for his liking.

The smaller man began to feel a warmness creep up his neck in the awkward silence. "There is something I'd much rather be drinking right now, you know," Derek commented, sipping his coffee. The dark man glanced suggestively at Reid's conservative slacks.

No! Reid told himself. I can't give into his hotness. Oh god, look at his strong arms. No! You are working, Spencer Reid. Bad! Reid straightened himself and mentally brushed away the sexual thoughts. "I guess we could get something stronger to drink after work," Reid replied, stressing the after work part of the deal.

Derek slid next to Reid. He slid one muscular arm around the smaller, pale man. Their eyes met, coffee completely forgotten. Spencer felt something raw clawing inside of him. Any sense was lost. Derek smirked, knowing he had broken his lover.

Their lips met roughly. Derek quickly found dominance. Reid's eyes fluttered as Derek bit is lower lip and made a trail of nibbles to his ear lobe. Spencer flung his bag off and began to remove his sweater vest. He stripped off the top half of his body while Derek stared hungrily at Reid.

Morgan latched to one pink nipple and Spencer threw his head back in a silent moan. Derek went to his knees with Spencer on the counter. He bit roughly and Reid began to quiver in pleasure. These moans were music to Morgan's ears.

A trail off kisses ran down Reid's stomach to the waist band of his slacks. (These were quickly dealt with.)

Morgan savored Spencer's flavor as he sucked the head of his long, thin cock. Reid was floating, his head murky in delight. As the rest of his prick was being slowly engulfed, Reid felt a chill run from his shoulders to his hips.

He felt his back and shoulder relax and his dick jerk in Derek's warm mouth. He felt cum spurt into his black counterpart's mouth as he orgasmed powerfully. They lie there awhile, and then began to rouse.

The two drew into a last kiss. "You owe me that drink now, Reid," Morgan said, smacking Spencer's bare ass. Derek left the break room with a final wink, leaving Spencer to dress.

Cheeky bastard Reid thought, smirking to himself as he had to re-pour his mug of strong, black coffee.

Review, slash lovers! This is my first Criminal Minds story, how'd I do?