Prompt: Morgan talks Reid into watching a football game with him.
Word Count: 473
A Contact Sport
"They spend most of the game running into each other," grumbled Reid as the four other men in the room yelled at the T.V. "They can't…"
"Don't finish that sentence, Reid," warned Morgan who was sitting next to him on the couch.
"…hear you," finished Reid with a smirk, his eyes still on the game.
Reid saw what was coming out the corner of his eye, but he didn't have time to react. Morgan tackled him to the floor.
"Ah! What did you do that for?"
"You really have to ask?"
Rossi took out his handkerchief and waved it like a white flag.
Will got up and collected the empty cans. "They're going to lose. I think I'll just take off early," called Will from the kitchen.
"There's still a quarter left," Morgan said not realizing that he still had Reid pinned to the floor.
"I'm parked behind you," said Rossi. "I think I'll just listen to the rest of it in the car." He turned to Hotch who had come with him. "Is that okay with you?"
Hotch nodded. It was more than okay with him.
"Thanks guys. Abandon me with the kid."
"Hey, it was your idea that I come over to watch the game. And you can get off of me anytime now."
As soon as Reid was up, he surprised Morgan and tackled him back down to the floor.
"Damn, Pretty Boy. You're stronger than people give you credit for."
They could hear Rossi chuckling. "Or you're just getting old."
"Hell no," thought Morgan. "But not strong enough."
It didn't take long for a wrestling match to begin and Hotch, Rossi and Will quickly left.
"Are you ready to call 'uncle?'" asked Morgan.
Reid scrunched up his face. "I don't have an uncle and I don't see how that would do any good. There are no "life lines" in this game."
"That's not what I meant. Wait…you know what life lines are?"
"Of course, I love trivia. It's more stimulating than sports."
"I'd say physical contact is stimulating," countered Morgan.
"By your heart rate, and other physical symptoms, I'd say you find it very stimulating."
Morgan's eyebrows rose in surprise momentarily but then his eyes turned a darker shade of brown. He looked at Reid's lips as his tongue slipped out to wet them.
"Morgan," Reid said softly.
Morgan looked back at Reid's eyes. Both were remembering the time they had shared a kiss after a particularly difficult case.
Morgan lowered his head and joined their lips together in a sensual kiss which led to many others.
Which led to tentative touches.
Which led to a moan that surprised them both and they stopped suddenly.
"Is this real?" whispered Reid.
"It feels too good not to be."
"Yeah." It wasn't often that Reid was at a loss for words.