So basically, this is a song by a comedian that's been stuck in my head for awhile now and the idea of a fic came into my head and I just couldn't ignore so here it is. I own nothing, the song I am basing this on/paraphrasing is "If I were gay by Stephen Lynch"
Morgan filled the two glasses with the amber liquid once more, he'd lost count of how many they'd had by now, but it was a regular thing for him and Reid to just sit and drink after particularly challenging cases; because some cases just needed to be forgotten about, and it was always easier to do it with a friend than alone. Morgan stretched out on the sofa, half propped up on one elbow, watching Reid who was sat on the floor in front of him.
"Here we are dear old friend, you and I drunk again. Laughs have been had and tears have been shed, maybe the whiskey's gone to my head. But if I were gay, I would give you my heart, you'd be my work of art. And if I were gay we would swim in romance. But I'm not gay so get your hand out of my pants." Reid just laughed at Morgan's words but quickly removed his hand from where it had wandered inside Morgan's sweat pants. There was no malice in the words, in fact they often flirted and the team had speculated on many occasions that was something going on between the two of them but of course nothing had ever happened. Morgan wasn't gay and he'd made that perfectly clearly and he was used to Reid getting a little handsy when drunk, although he'd never been quite this forward.
"It's not that I don't care, I do, I just don't see myself in you." A grin spread across Morgan's face as he looked at Reid, his eyes were wide, the pupils hugely dilated thanks to the amount of alcohol they'd consumed. "Another time, another scene." Morgan shrugged. "I'd be right behind you if you know what I mean." He winked, causing Reid to blush, turning he usually pale skin a rather deep shade of red. Reid opened his mouth so say something but was silenced by a finger on his lips as Morgan began speaking once again. "Because if I were gay I would give you my soul. And if I were gay we would tear down the walls, but I'm not gay so won't you stop cupping my..." Once again Reid removed his hand from Morgan and pushed himself to stand up, taking both glasses with him he went to refill their drinks, swaying a little as he walked to the dining table on the opposite side of the room.
He heard Morgan speaking once more "Yeah we've hugged, but we've never kissed. I've never been intimate with your fist. You have opened brand new doors, get over here and drop your drawers." Turning around Reid noticed that Morgan was now half naked, wearing only his boxer. Who was Reid to argue? He stumbled back to the couch stripping off his own clothes as he walked, simply dropping them on the floor on his way. He managed to reach the older agent without falling over anything, as soon as he's reached him there were lips and hands on him. Morgan stood up, taking Reid's hand in his own and leader the taller man towards the bedroom…
Sun began to stream in through the open curtains, Reid rubbed his eyes hoping it would help him adjust the sun that was in his eyes, when that didn't work he rolled over to see the smiling face of Morgan "Morning pretty boy" he said quietly. Reid blinked a few times, trying to figure out if what he was seeing was real, and memories of the night became flooding back to him "I thought you weren't gay?" Reid said raising an eyebrow which only elicited a laugh from the other man. "I'm not gay" Morgan responded easily as he rolled onto his back, hooking one arm around Reid to pull him closer as he did so "I'm Reid-sexual" he said simply before closing the gap between them.
A/N - this isn't where I intended for this fic to go, but the plot bunnies got away from me and this is where I ended up…