It's been little over a month since I last posted on ff-I've missed you guys so much!
Okay you know the deal with my drably-bits right?
Each has a rate- K to T in this installment- M rates to follow only if you want it to and (my smutty muse and I had a falling out- she should just get over herself and help me…) *sigh*
So be warned (this is slash- this is fluff-this is shameless exploitation of the awesomeness called Sperek or Mo/Re)
This is a gift to Rayne (one of the best slash writers and friend ever) Thanks for nudge :P
As always: Reid/slash/Review/slash/Enjoy
oOo
Warning: This contains slash
Rate: K (for the attack of the fluff bunnies)
The Civil Wars: To Whom It May Concern
Character(s): Morgan/Reid
Reid's cheeks flame red as a warm hand settles on his waist; warm breath ghosting on the back of his neck. His breath is sharp as he takes in the heady scent of soap, spice, coffee and something distinctly…
"D-Derek?" His voice crackles to life, barely a whisper as he braces himself against the counter.
"Yeah Pretty Boy?" Warm lips press against Reid's jaw.
Reid's heart stammers against the contact- his breath hitching.
"I missed you." His voice soft as his leans into the touch Morgan gives. He tilts his head, mouth finding Morgan's. It's not even a kiss; just a brush of skin.
"Missed you too, Spence." Morgan's voice warm and low as he hugs him tighter still.
Warning: None
Rate: K (for my own delusions…a girl can dream)
Kings of Leon: Arizona
Character(s): Morgan (pre-slash (?)
Morgan sneaks a glance at Reid; the younger man's lids fluttering, head weighted with sleep. The jet trembles slightly; Reid tucks into himself that much more.
The plane's still; everyone else sleep-Morgan's skull buzzes with the truth.
Derek Morgan is in love with his best friend.
Derek Morgan is in love with another man.
Derek Morgan loves Spencer Reid.
And there's no running from that fact.
He shivers as Reid shifts, burrowing himself into Morgan's side. A puff of warm breath tickles his arm as he wraps it around Reid.
Morgan's heart flutter kicks as he pulls a blanket over them both.
He doesn't think he'd run even if he could.
Warning: Angst
Rate: K
Blue October: The Answer
Character(s): Reid
His chest aches- he wraps his spindle arms tighter around himself- leather satchel knocking against his thigh. Rivulets dripping from the tip of his nose; his coat is nowhere near enough to keep the rain out. The frigid water drenches him- his skin numb.
Numb.
His head bowed, he stares into the puddle collecting at his feet- small wakes of ripples disturbing it.
Reflection of black irises; dead eyes.
The bus stop's deserted, rain falling slant.
His chest wants to split- heart hammering its cage in a desperate attempt to flee. He takes a deep breath- holds- expels it, white puffs trail from his mouth.
Sometimes…sometimes he wonders if it's worth it.
Warning: Mentions of violence
Rate: T (just to be on the safe side)
Pearl Jam: Jeremy
Character(s): Reid
Reid grits his teeth- an animal sound growing in his throat. He slams his fist against the locker, pain radiating though his hand as flesh hit metal.
A KID FOR CHRIST SAKE!
He claws at the Kevlar, trying to get the goddamned thing off.
They shot the boy- didn't even give him a chance…
He was just a kid…just a kid who needed someone to be there for him, to listen, to understand.
A sob ricochets off the cold tile, the slatted metal surrounding Reid as he kicks at the locker before him over and over and over- blood dried like dregs of clay on the soles of his shoes.
The kid's blood.
Michael's blood.
Reid cries out- the police never gave the boy a chance.
No one did.
Warning: um… I've had waaaaaaaaaaay too much coffee
Rate: T
Chevelle: Get Some
Character(s): Morgan/Reid
"Derek, please!" Reid gasps, grasping Morgan's shoulder, the material of his shirt bunching under the white knuckled grip.
Morgan chuckles looking up between Reid's legs; Reid's eyes flutter shut as Morgan squeezes tight before releasing him again.
"Ah!" Reid arches his back, nails digging into the older man's skin.
Morgan laughs-
"So good…mmhhmm." Reid's bottom lip disappears between pearly teeth- Morgan shivers at the sight- Reid's mouth slick and red. Morgan reaches for the oil on the table next to them, pouring some in his hand.
"Don't tell me you have another fetish, Pretty Boy." Morgan quirks a brow as Reid's hand scrapes across his scalp- Reid presses him back down on his knees.
"Just…d-don't stop." A tremor goes through Reid as Morgan uses both his hands to work in the oil. A whorish moan escapes Reid's lips.
Morgan's laugh rumbles through them both.
"I have never seen anyone this enthusiastic about a foot massage in my life."
Warning: Smut…
A/N: So, it's great to be back! Any song requests- float them my way and I will see what I can do (no promises-but I'll try!)
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Oh- also any candy recs for my Nerds story would greatly be appreciated and welcomed as well!
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Da-Sm