Okay, I own nothing.
This is a sequel to Normal…thanks to many reviews and feedback.
So, tell me what you think…
Scooting off to class now so….go!
You, Sir Derek Morgan, are having a bad day.
You stubbed your toe as you got out of bed.
Tripped over Clooney as you stumbled to the bathroom.
Scaled your tongue as you hurried to drink, because you are late to work, because you couldn't force yourself out of bed… (It's been harder each passing day,) because lately you have been thinking about a certain co worker/friend/boyfriend? (Is that the issue, there's no definition to what's going on?)
And One. '.Pop.
It's been a week, but it feels like forever ago.
You don't know where this is taking you. You guys went to Amici's and had the best, albeit awkward, date ever. The night ended with you and Reid spooning on the couch and Clooney lying on your feet.
Simply perfect. You've never felt so comfortable about a…whatever this is.
Really, you're fine rutting against your Pretty Boy like a horny teenage boy (no lie)…but how long before the emotional entanglements get in the way. You've always run from long-term…
So yeah, you feel a bit suicidal like (running towards a moving train type,) because you want this…you want the relationship and the quirks and the awkwardness, and the baggage, and anything else that comes along with the loveable, and admittedly smexy genius.
You paradoxically want to take it slow see where this takes you, but at the same time want to say fuck this, full steam ahead…and yet again you want to run away screaming and screw as many women as possible to forget these feelings were ever possible.
And yet…you love Reid. You just know it so…
Yeah, on top of all your troubles, Fred from sex crimes has taken your parking space…again, for like the fourth time this week.
Yes, today is not your day.
Garcia is not a profiler.
She doesn't have to be to see that Reid had a habit.
An issue.
Reid has an oral fixation.
These five words launch a thousand ships in Garcia's head.
She's no pervert.
No…she's just a very healthy adult female that has a very healthy, active, slightly dirty imagination that she does not mind employing on her many solo adventures (that have become a bit more frequent thanks to Kevin's mysterious absences every now and then.)
But that's totally beside the point.
Reid has an issue.
"It's so hot!" Reid groans, lying limp across his desk.
"Well, take off the damn sweater vest…and the dress shirt, before you spontaneously combust." Morgan looks over at Reid laughing.
"There's no scientific proof…forget it, it's too hot!" Reid wails.
Morgan pushes Reid to a sitting position, straddling and stripping off his sweater vest.
Reid barely bothers to swat Morgan away; I mean who can't appreciate a hot mass of sexiness not afraid to straddle you in the office setting?
The B.A.U.'s heat is 100 degrees past hell.
His face is red…effect from the heat. Or is that blush.
He's almost panting, but not quite.
"Morgan, we are at work."
"So, you're making me hotter just looking at you. Do you really think I's jump your bones at work?" Morgan says as he slides the vest off.
Prentiss smirks.
"You already did."
"Knock it off! It's hot." Morgan says as he starts to work the first few buttons of Reid's work shirt.
"Oh, are we stripping Reid?" Garcia squees, she says handing Prentiss a Popsicle.
"Morgan, I'm fine…" Reid sighs as Morgan slips off the work shirt.
"Now, that's better." He says as he releases Reid, propping himself on the edge of Reid's desk.
"Yeah, everyone appreciates a pale sweaty male in an office setting, with nothing more than an undershirt. Right…" Reid snarks, leaning forward to put his head down, closes his eyes.
"Kid, everyone can appreciate looking at a very sexy, half na"-
Rossi shutters.
"Not that I'm against PDA's, but can we please keep this G-rated. Spare my heart; I'm too good looking for a heart attack…in hell." Rossi smirks at the two boys as Morgan grins and Reid groans.
"Spoil sport." Garcia pouts as she goes around handing out frozen treats for everyone.
Prentiss unwraps hers, blue berry.
Rossi gets strawberry.
"For you…and you." Garcia smiles sweetly as she hands Reid and Morgan theirs.
"Mhmm…vanilla. Baby Girl, you're a life saver. Thanks." Morgan licks the Popsicle.
Reid unwrap his, a Fudgesicle, and thanks Garcia as well.
They all needed it.
Garcia sits on Prentiss's desk, waiting for the show to start.
Reid takes the Popsicle in his mouth and then pulls it out slowly, smiling in childish delight as his breath puffs out in a tiny white cloud.
He lavishes the Popsicle with small licks, the tip, the base, the whole Popsicle gets attention.
Morgan's mouth is slightly agape as he watches Reid, his Popsicle forgotten as it starts to drip down his hand… creamy droplets pattering on the leg of his jeans.
Reid keeps going, cocking his head sideways; paying deep attention to his treat, licking stripes up and down the frozen stick.
A small smile plays against his mouth as he bites his bottom lip. It's tingly, alive with…feeling as his mind drifts elsewhere. (Have you ever noticed that he's always got something up to his mouth, whether it is some food, coffee…a lolli?)
A knowing smirk passes between Prentiss and Garcia as Morgan studies Reid's face, a dark cloud of something passing over his eyes.
Reid hums in happiness.
Rossi just shakes his head, clutching his chest looking over at the girls.
The three of them snicker as Rossi staggers away.
"Pretty Boy?" Morgan's voice is high with need.
Reid snaps out of his revelry as his stomach flutters at the deepness of Morgan's voice that rumbles through him.
They lock gazes.
"Um…sorry. I- just got…" Reid blushes, the flutter smoldering in his gut. His breath quickens, pupils dilate, and heart stutters…all the markers of arousal.
This feels way too good to be happening in the middle of the office.
Morgan holds his breath. It feels as though someone's squeezing his heart.
Morgan loves Reid.
Morgan loves Reid and is gay.
Morgan is gay and loves Reid.
It hits him like a ton of bricks. Any doubt the man could ever conceive washes away, leaving one feeling….completeness.
Reid completes Morgan.
"Kid…I-" His mouth is dry as he tries to shake his line of thought, tries to remember that he's in the middle of work, and that this should not be happening…not right now, anyway.
"Okay, the thermostats busted"—Hotch looks between Morgan and Reid.
He shakes himself.
"The thermostat's busted, so technically, you guys van go home and finish the paperwork later…we have a break coming up anyways, so…be gone." Hotch says.
Prentiss smiles, and makes a mad dash for the door.
"Only a word Hotch." She says "see you guys later." She chirps as she makes her quick exit.
"Morgan, Reid…do I have to hose you two down?" Hotch quirks a brow.
"Huh, n-no. See you guys later. Come on Pretty Boy." Morgan says quickly. Reid waves goodbye and they both run toward the door.
" Garcia…quit messing with the thermostat, got it?" Hotch says sternly as he catches her in his sight, as she tries to sneak past him.
"Aye aye, cap'm?" She smiles apologetically.
"Go on." He waves and she disappears in a shimmery wave.
Only his team would be this fundamentally dysfunctional.
Okay…kinda wonky ending.
There will be more don't worry.
But you have to do your part.
Words words words…I need words!