Title: I'll Finish Later.
Rathing: Mature.
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Summay: There was something about those white and red striped treats.

The proposal had seemed innocent enough: Reid would lend a helping hand, and in return, Garcia would give to him her last remaining treats. I mean, Christmas had been well over a month now, and it was high time Penelope began to plan for Valentines Day.

That tree wasn't doing anyone justice...at least, not anymore. Most of the decorations and ornaments had either fallen off, or were barely hanging on. Reid did his task, and did it well—so well, he received the last four candy canes Garcia had left on her person.

Now, Garcia had never been a huge fan of the multicolored treat. Reid, on the other hand, was a different story. Candy canes were one of the reasons Reid enjoyed Christmas. That time of year was the greatest for those treats came in abundance.

It was almost embarrassing how much he loved them, though not as embarrassing as the way Morgan enjoyed seeing him eat them. Reid was helplessly distracting when in possession of one of those red and white striped candy canes.

Morgan's poor eyes could never travel too far away. Reid knew what he did to him, and did it anyway.

Morgan tried so hard to not look, to not get sucked into the black hole that was Spencer's hidden seduction.

With limited to no success.

"You're never going to go home at this rate," he teases, and god did the urge to smack him upside the head become strong. Though, Morgan knew he would probably never get laid again if he went that route.

"You're distracting me, go away," Morgan says, and it sounds juvenile to his own ears, but it is the only non-sexual response he can manage at the moment.

"I was going to offer a helping hand."

"No, you weren't."

"You're right, I wasn't," he responds, plopping down beside Morgan, and grabbing a small stack of folders with his free hand. With a lazy smile, he unwraps another candy cane...and Jesus, what was that thing he just did with his tongue?

Morgan turns his attention back to the task at hand. Paper work was good, doing paper work meant that he got to go home...'holy shit', Reid's hand has just fond Morgan's knee, giving it a tight squeeze. Morgan shoots the other man a look, but realizes that the genius isn't looking in his direction, but straight ahead.

There's a smile to those full lips as he continues to look down at the notes as if he's interested, mean while, his hand is slowly sliding higher and higher up. Morgan is known for his restraint, but his normal resistance is failing him at the moment.

That stupid piece of candy slipping around in his mouth, tempting him with every crunching sound. This was torture. No, it was beyond that. When Reid's hand arrives at its destination, Morgan has to sustain and uncharacteristic growl.

Lust building high in his stomach, causing a searing heat to spread all through out his body. He attempted to stay concentrated, writing down the necessary notations, but Reid was having none of that. The other man gave a tight squeeze, moving to slip his hand into Morgan's slacks.

The gasp that escaped would have been embarrassing had anyone been around to hear it. The only other person present was Hotch, and he was locked away deep within his office. This still wasn't the best idea. This could potentially get them in a lot of trouble if they were to get caught.

In all honesty, that only served to turn Morgan on more.

The prospect of getting caught made his senses go into overdrive. With determination, he kept at his work while Spencer's hand grasped him, stroking him to full arousal, though it didn't take much coaxing. That stupid piece of candy had stained his lips with a tint of red, and it was almost as arousing as the way Reid was currently touching him.

"Spence," he breathes, and Reid can tell he was getting desperate, and fast. The use of his first name, in the manner they only used outside of work was proof that he was about to come crashing down. Reid decided; however, now wasn't the time or the place for him to find release.

Instead of keeping up with his ministrations, Reid tucked the breathless man back into his slacks, going so far as to zipper him back up. With a devious grin, he leaned forward, ghosting his mint tainted breath across his mouth as he spoke.

"I'm ready to go, are you?" There was a lot more to that question than the obvious, and Morgan was desperate.

"I could take these home," Morgan groaned, standing quickly as he gathered his belongings. Reid stood also, moving in behind him.

"Or, you could take me home," he whispered into Morgan's ear, delightful as he felt the other man shudder from head to toe, just the way he liked it.

The door to Morgan's home was barely closed before Reid's back was slammed up against the wall, arms raised above his head as Morgan made quick to remove his sweater. The buttons of his dress shirt torn as neither man felt the need to bother with them.

Reid's hands raced up Morgan's side, slipping up and down his back before they worked to remove his pants. They were frantic, but settled as Morgan gripped the sides of his jaw and kissed him like the world would end any moment.

Teeth nibbling at a full bottom lip, Reid enjoyed the lavish attention he was currently receiving. Those hands of his weren't sitting idly by, though. Instead, they were running along the naked span of flesh that made up Morgan's backside, giving a possessive squeeze as the other man lifted him up, long legs instantly wrapping around the thick of Morgan's waist.

The move from the living room to the bedroom was a quick one, neither man having much patience left. The taste of Reid's mouth alone served to place Morgan on edge, and the faint taste of sweet mint only served to enhance his lust for the man beneath him.

If anything, sex with Reid was never dull. In fact, sex with Reid wasn't much like sex at all. It was a lot like passion and fire, smoke and lust, devotion to completion, and the ultimate trust. There was nothing Reid did without Morgan's consent.

This type of behavior only proved to make them stronger together as a couple. Which they were a couple, whether or not they were ready to admit that out loud, neither man found interest in anyone outside of the other. No one could compare.

Morgan decided that no one could feel as good as Reid. No one could tease and push him as much as the other man did, even when he bottomed as he did now, head thrown back as he thoroughly enjoyed himself, leisurely pushing his hips down as Morgan thrust upwards, making both of them gasp and moan.

While finding release was the ultimate goal of such acts, nothing made Morgan feel as complete and content as crashing down beside the other man, resting his head on his slender shoulder. The smell of sex wrapping around them like some sort of blanket.

Their bodies too hot to be covered, too worn to be moved.

Morgan pondered as Reid lazily kissed at the side of his jaw just how much those candy canes affected him, and wondered if he could buy them in bulk somewhere.