"Listen, Pretty Boy—"
Reid cuts him off. "Why do you insist on calling me that, Morgan?" he asks, glancing at the older man side-long from his position in front of the coffee pot in the break room.
"I'm sorry?" Morgan asks, a little taken aback. Reid had been telling him about how caffeine doesn't actually have a noticeable physical effect on the body, and the older agent had, foolishly, told Reid that he was full of it. Morgan, of course, knows that Reid knows exactly what he's talking about. Reid is now looking at the larger of them with a look of genuine interest on his face.
"W-well, um, I," Morgan sputters, at a loss.
"I ask only because I find it highly improbable that I am at all pretty in terms of the modern ideal, or popular perceptions of this day and age. Contemporary media idolizes, in men, a strong muscular build and 'chiselled' facial features, meaning high cheek bones and a prominent chin, with a concave bridge to the nose, none of which I have in any prominence to be considered 'pretty.'"
It's the first time Morgan has listened one of Reid's informative diatribes through to its finish, and it surprises the lean young man. "Morgan?"
Morgan, for some reason, looks angry at what Reid has said. "You are, Pretty Boy."
His anger is shocking to Reid. "But I—" Reid tries, hoping to defend his precious facts.
"No," says the dark-skinned man, taking a step toward his companion, placing a daring hand on Spencer's chin, forcing eye-contact between them. "In case you haven't noticed, Spencer, I haven't really been looking for 'traditional' our relationship. I think you're gorgeous, no matter what your little Einstein mind has going on up there." He says, a grin on his lips.
Reid blushes a beautiful red, looking to his feet. "Actually, Einstein wasn't at all smart in accordance with tradition or the modern concept of academic intelligence, was said to be incorrigible by his elementary school teachers, and actually failed out o—"
He's silenced by Morgan's lips. He is being out right careless in doing this. It's chaste though, to Reid's relief, and as soon as his sweet lips release him, Reid checks to make sure they're not being caught. "Derek!" Reid whispers urgently. "What do you think you're—"
Morgan has already begun to leave the break room. Simply from his posture, even though he faces away from him, Reid can tell that he's smirking. "Love you, Pretty Boy." he says flippantly as he leaves.
Reid is left to pout childishly in by the coffee machine after the door closes. "Yeah, you too. Jerk."
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my first criminal minds fic, also my first reid/morgan slash. just a little thought about morgan's penchant for calling reid pretty boy.