A/N: I got so inspired by another story I read with a tough Reid, soft Morgan that I had to give that angle a try. Thanks seditionary for the inspiration. Just a one-shot.

No one would ever suspect that Reid was a callous insensitive person. But he truly was when it came to matters of the heart. It was only due to his lack of experience in the matter of course, but still it was disconcerting. For the most part Reid was somewhat asexual, he never really felt the need to indulge in that part of life. But sometimes after a tough case he just wanted to escape the pain of it all and his solo jobs weren't doing it for him anymore, he needed a warm body and that warm body ended up being his best friend Derek Morgan.

It only happened one time a few months ago and they promised that it wouldn't affect their working relationship, and it hadn't. It was just a mindless fuck. Just getting the rocks off so to speak. At least that was all it was to Spencer. Derek however was feeling differently. Derek may be the tough looking brute, but he really was a softy. He tried to act like it was a casual thing between the two of them, but in his heart he knew he felt something more. Those feelings couldn't be contained when Spencer came to him again after another horrible case.

It was late around midnight when Derek heard a knock on his door. He looked through the peep hole. It was Pretty Boy, his pretty boy. He opened the door.

"Hey, why are you out this late? Did something happen?" Derek asked in haste.

Reid looked him in the eyes through his dark haze of lust and told him,

"Nothings wrong, I just need you, I want you." then proceeded to kiss him senseless while backing him towards the stairs leading to the bedroom.

Morgan didn't need a hint or anymore prompting. He enthusiastically followed Reid's lead leaving a clothes trail to the bedroom.

Morgan couldn't be happier that Reid came back to him. He relished every moment, every touch, every kiss, felt like coming home after a long trip away. But to Reid everything felt like some sort of stalling tactic meant to annoy the hell out of him. He was so horny he felt like he would explode if they didn't get on with it. He just wanted to get laid. A quick fuck to take his mind off the case and to exhaust him enough so he could get some sleep. His patience got the better of him and he erupted,

"Morgan, please stop trying to make love to me and fuck me already!"

Boy oh boy, why did he say that? Well, of course he meant it, but still. If looks could kill. Morgan glared at him. A million emotions washed over him in that moment, but the first and foremost was hurt. He cared so much about Spencer, but all he seems to be to him is a good fuck. Memories of Carl flashed back. He remembered how much he cared about Carl and looked up to him like a father figure, but eventually the truth came out. It always comes out. All Carl really wanted from him was to get laid. Is that all anyone ever really wants from him is his body? Garcia flirts with him all the time, but if he didn't look the way he looks would she still be interested? All the ladies in his life, the girls at the clubs they flock to him for his looks, because of his body. His body. His body. That's all they want. The team needs that body of his to knock down doors. Now Reid needs that body to fuck him senseless. He never felt so cheap, and worthless. And what made it worse was that Reid made him feel this way, his best friend, the guy he would just about do anything in the world for in this moment made him feel the worst he had ever felt. So he just wants a good fuck. Well, if that's what he wants, as usual I'll give him what he wants. Anything for him, right. Well, that's what he'll get.

He silently reached toward his nightstand to grab a condom and some lube and proceeded to do as told, fuck Reid's brains out. He slicked himself up and lifted Reid's leg up over his shoulder and drove his way in harshly. Reid whimpered a moment, nails clawing at Morgan's back while he tried to adjust to the entry. The discomfort subsided as their bodies found a rapid pounding rhythmn. Feelings of pleasure and pain tingled down Reid's spine and in his groin. Both their breathing became ragged and before they knew it, orgasm came. Morgan collapsed on top of Reid breathless. He rolled over feeling the mess that was between them. How symbolic of how things really are between them. A big mess.

It was over. He got up without a word, went to the bathroom to freshen up and grabbed a warm washcloth and returned to give it to Reid, then put on his robe and went downstairs. Reid was humbled by the kind gesture after the way he yelled at him. He felt so awful for using Derek like this. He knew he shouldn't have come over but Derek is his best friend, he hoped he would understand him. He slowly got dressed and went downstairs. He had to talk to him.

Derek was getting a drink in the kitchen when he saw him. He approached him cautiously and spoke softly.

"Derek, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Sorry?" Derek cut him off. "Why are you sorry? I gave you what you wanted didn't I?"

"Yes, of course but..."

"There's nothing more to say Reid." He finished his water and started to head back upstairs then turned to say, "Make sure you lock the door on your way out. Good-night Reid."

Reid watched him go upstairs. He turned the knob on the door and sighed. Somehow his night to forget everything was going to be even harder to forget, or forgive.