I own nothing…
A little pick me up to make someone happy.
Please Reid and Enjoy.
"You smell like Reid." Rossi sniffs as Morgan screws up his face, sticky coffee-syrup sticking to his tongue.
Defiantly not his coffee.
"What?" Morgan's eyes narrow as Rossi smirks.
"That explains a lot about you two though—"Rossi muses. He can be annoying when he wants to.
Reid rounds the corner, a slight grin on his face as he hold out a coffee cup to Morgan.
"Can I have my coffee back, please?" He laughs as Morgan presses the offending cup in his hand as he offers his.
Reid closes his eyes and hums as he swallows.
Morgan's mouth is slightly open as he watches the contour of Reid's Adam's apple bob; he's certainly aware that Rossi is standing beside him, reveling in Morgan's discomfort, but in these few moments all of that is suspended as Reid takes his morning coffee.
"Thank you Morgan." Reid whispers, a bit hoarse.
So many thoughts tear through Morgan's head: one of them being to press Reid against the nearest surface and pound into him until they can't remember their names, let alone form coherent words.
Rossi cocks a brow, chuckling to himself as he clasps a hand on Morgan's back.
"I'll leave you to it then." Rossi nods as he lopes out of the room.
"What was that about?" Reid asks Morgan. Morgan scrubs his hand across his face, letting out a rush of breath.
"Nuthin' Pretty Boy, I smell like you. God, I hate profilers." Morgan sighs as he takes a sip of his coffee, smiling as Reid presses his body against him.
"At least you smell good." Reid whispers, giving Morgan a quick peck on the lips. Thanks for small wonders.
A/N: Please tell me you're smiling at the screen. If you smile I smile.
Do they make coffee flavored syrup?
Thank you for taking the time to read.
