WELL HI THERE. A bit late, I know. Super duper sorry, loves. On the other hand, I ADORED the reviews. Send me more! I love love LOVE them they make me SO happy. Send suggestions, corrections, constructive criticism, anything! I love hearing from you guys. Alright so yeah, this chapter is a bit scattered. But I followed a few suggestions left in the reviews and I put in a few things you guys asked for ;) So yeah, without further ado- Chapter 2.
A shaggy haired agent Spender Reid met with a rude awakening from the morning sun. He was never very good at sleeping in, even when hungover beyond belief. This morning was different, however. He had such a rocky sleep pattern the previous night due to some extravagantly vivid dreams which startled him and aroused him and did all too many things to him, inevitably causing him to wake up and fall asleep over and over throughout the night.
Reid slumped upward into a gross sitting position and covered his eyes tightly from the bright surroundings. He felt the warmth of the sun through his window hit his back uncomfortably, as he was still dressed in his button down and cardigan. He was in almost a cold sweat. He removed both of them sluggishly and keeled back over onto his side on the bed.
He let out a harsh sigh.
After a few more minutes of regret, he stood up painfully and shuffled to the kitchen.
He reached up to the cabinet and opened it, stretching the rest of his body while he grabbed a mug. He gasped immediately at the head pain this emitted and nearly dropped the porcelain from his hand.
''Agh!'' he rubbed his left temple awkwardly with his right hand.
He sighed as the pain lessened and poured himself a hot cup of coffee from the pot.
He spooned a bit of sugar into the cup and stirred it. He raised the cup to his lips and just smelled it for a moment before taking a sip.
Wait.
Why was the coffee already-
''Morning, sunshine.''
Reid nearly dropped his mug a second time at the dark melodious voice that purred from across the room.
There, sitting on Spencer Reids love seat, was Derek Morgan. The very man he'd planted an awkward, slanted, jaw-kiss on the night before.
He choked a bit on his coffee and put it down, covering his chest shyly as he coughed and struggled to form an introductory sentence.
''M-Morgan! What.. What are you doing here? Did you stay the night? Did you sleep on the cou- Did.. Did you sleep wi-''
''Whoah, whoah, whooooah now. Slow down there, Reid. Listen. Garcia called me as I was leaving your place and told me you were a ''back-sleeper'' and that I needed to stay over to make sure you slept on your side incase you vomited in your sleep and choked. The woman, more often than not, knows what she's talking about. So I took the spare key from under the mat and came back in. I napped a little on the couch, but…'' He yawned widely and his eyes watered just a bit. He noticed that Spencer was shirtless. He had a very toned body. Not particularly buff, but delightfully toned and intermediate. He spent a second looking at that before finishing his yawn and continuing. ''…But not for more than a few minutes.''
Oh god he stared… He's probably disappointed. Damn. I need to consider getting a gym membership… Ugh.
Reid was almost speechless. But not entirely. That was pretty rare.
''O-oh… Well.. Thanks Morgan…''
''Oh its no trouble at all, really, really you're too kind, you mustn't be so thankful and gracious, I can't bear any more-''
Spencer rolled his eyes and Morgan cracked a goofy and sleepy grin.
''Sour doesn't suit you, Spencer.'' he laughed groggily and pressed his palm to the counter, leaning on his arm slightly. His bicep tightened and the band of his sleeve stretched noticeably. He closed his eyes and rubbed them with his other hand, still smiling as he did so.
Hm. He called me Spencer. Thats… Odd. Morgan almost strictly calls me Reid or some generally off-putting nickname. I.. Like it?
Just as quickly as he picked up on Derek's formality slip-up, he was entirely captivated by his rippling arm muscles. In his very very vague (and uninteresting compared to the current sight) peripheral, he noticed that Morgan had begun to open his eyes and stop rubbing them, and with that he quickly averted his eyes from the delicious, creamy, muscles and rushed his eyes over to meet Derek's.
''Really though, you didn't have to stay. But I really appreciate it.''
''Not a problem, pretty boy. Don't mention it.''
Spencer gave a short smile to him and grabbed his coffee again for a sip.
''Oh- And uh.. I assume you missed Hotch's call?''
Reid grabbed his phone from the charger across the counter. He clicked it on and he had, in fact, missed two calls from Hotch.
''Yeah, I guess I did.''
''Well he decided that, due to the dry spell we've been having all month, he's giving us the rest of this week and the next off to relax. Which, I think is kinda strange, but God knows Hotch needs it.''
''If God knows that, then he also must know that Hotch isn't going to utilize that opportunity and that he's going to be awake and working at the office the entire time.''
They shared a soft chuckle before both raising their mug to sip their coffee again.
Morgan raised his palm off the counter to look at his watch. His eyes widened slightly and he quickly crossed over to the sink and poured out his coffee and rinsed the mug. He swallowed what was left in his mouth and took Reid by the shoulders from behind, pushing him toward the bathroom.
''Another thing I should've mentioned-'' he started hurriedly, ''Garcia is picking you up in 20 minutes to take you out for something- I don't remember.. But get in the shower, now!'' Reid blushed viciously and lingered on the feeling of his hands for a moment as he was pushed into the bathroom. He was abruptly interrupted by the slam of the door behind him. The janky old door bounced back open slightly, leaving a crack of insight to the bathroom. Reid failed to note this, as it always happened when he showered at home and it was rare that anyone was every there with him, so it didn't matter.
''Alright…'' he mumbled.
He moved at a very relaxed pace, afraid that anything too quick or rushed would make his head hurt again. The sound of the shower would at first, he expected.
He turned the handle on pretty hot and then grabbed a towel from the cabinet above the toilet.
He proceeded to remove his belt and roll it up neatly. He placed it on the counter. He shimmed out of his pants and tossed them into the hamper along with his underwear which he removed shortly after.
The dark agent had slipped into his shoes and was passing the bathroom to get to the exit when he noticed the crack of the door and the steam that escaped through it. He almost involuntarily peered in, just in time to see a nude Spencer Reid slipping his body behind the shower curtains and into the hot shower. He eyed his body with haste as the picture was fleeting and filing into the shower. But, oh, what a picture it was.
Morgan chuckled softly, incredibly intrigued by the body he'd seen.
Those slender hips, adorned gloriously with a sweet 'V' leading down to..
Damn.
He continued past the bathroom and out the door of the apartment, walking down to his car and ducking into it. He adjusted his rearview mirror and as he reached for the gear shift he noticed the slight changed in the tightness of his pants.
He blushed slightly, wondering just how much that kiss the night before really meant to him…
Nah, nothing… He was too drunk to remember anyway.. He didn't even bring it up this morning. Yeah…
He pulled off into the street, heading home to get cleaned up and to get some well deserved rest.
Garcia whipped her orange beauty into the parking lot of Spencer's apartment complex and parked it evenly between two other cars.
She marched up the stairs and stepped right into Spencer's apartment, catching him slightly off-guard as he buttoned the last of his shirt.
''Garcia! Wha-''
''Gooooodmorning my little genius!'' she chimed, dropping two large boutique bags onto the island in the kitchen.
''What are these.. Wh- I still haven't been told whats even going on-''
''Hush hush! I have taken the liberty of going out and buying you a new outfit.''
''That still doesn't explain why you're at my-''
''I'm getting there! Hush!''
He retreated and stopped talking, instead continuing to tuck in his shirt.
''See, I brought you this delicious new outfit so that you could wear it to go shopping with me today. You need to treat yourself to a few new things, alright? You work too hard and you think too much and.. Well frankly, darling, it reflects in your outfit a lot of the time.''
''Garcia!''
''Oh, stop. You know its true. You can't wear cardigans and button downs for the rest of your life. And we need to stray out of your mustard, camel and burgundy comfort zone. Thats the spectrum of your entire wardrobe, babe.''
He sighed, knowing he had no choice at this point. But hey- maybe it'd be nice. He did have a very small fashion-comfort zone. Why not? Get some new clothes, impress Morgan, get-
Wait, why was that my initial thought? Impressing Morgan shouldn't be that high on my list of priorities for this week… Damn.. Agh, whatever. I'm probably just subconsciously trying to feed my underlying need to dominate another male at something other than an IQ test… Yeah…
''Go ahead, mop-head! Go change!''
''Agh, fine. But I refuse to wear these out in public if they look as bad on me as I'm expecting them to. You never even asked for my sizing preference, so theres a very likely chance that they won't even-''
''GO!''
He sighed and shuffled into his room and removed the contents of the bags, dumping them onto his bed. There was a pair of dark wash jeans, a navy Polo shirt with long sleeves, a pair of camel leather suspenders and some red striped socks. He tugged the fitted clothing on rather awkwardly and then sat down and put on the socks. He struggled with the suspenders slightly, being that they were a style he wasn't very accustomed to.
He walked out into the room with Penelope, buckling the other side of his suspenders in the front as he moved.
''Hey, what shoes do I wear with this?'' he asked. ''Also, don't you think this shirt is a little tight? And.. Well and that pants too. Don't they make me look too skinny?''
''Sweet baby jesus..'' she gaped at her masterpiece.
''Damn it, Garcia, I told you I would look rid-''
''Shut UP Reid!'' She grinned.
He looked down uncomfortably, feeling as if he'd done something wrong. He was slightly agitated with her behavior as well, being that she was yelling at him in the midst of a terrible hangover.
''No, no- I mean- No.. just shut up. You. Look. Amazing!''
His cheeks warmed slightly as he looked down at himself and shifted about.
''Your legs look great and that top does EXACTLY what I wanted it to do! It accentuates your figure and makes your arms look super duper yummy toned. This is some of my best work yet!- OH! I want you to wear those shoes I got you at Christmas. The Oxfords that you wore like once? Those. And roll the jeans up juuust a little bit. Show off those ankles.''
He blinked slowly then tottered into the other room, doing exactly what she said. He pushed the socks down a little bit and rolled the pants up slightly. Just enough to even out. He stepped into the shoes she bought him a few months ago and marveled at just how good she was at matching tones. How coul she have matched the shades of leather so perfectly with the shoes and the suspenders? He had no idea. He brushed off the thought and strode back out into the kitchen.
''Ah! Perfect! God, I am good!''
''Oh stop, Garcia! I couldn't look that good.''
He paused his speech and walked over to the hall closet. He opened it to reveal the full length mirror on the inside of the door.
He looked at himself and nodded in approval, smiling almost as wide as Garcia as he did so.
She clasped her hands together, anticipating his response to her work.
''Well. I still think the pants are too tight… But. This shirt does make me look rather… built?''
Garcia squealed happily and clapped her hands. She looked at her watch and then to Reid.
''Now, my little Einstein, we must go forth into the world! We must go forth and- Shop!''
Spencer rolled his eyes and grabbed his wallet and phone, following the giddy blonde out the door.
As he locked the door he remembered what he wanted to ask her earlier. Well what he had planned to asked her when she first got there.
''Garcia?''
''Yes my dear?''
''How did you know wether I was a back sleeper?''
Garcia giggled.
''I didn't.''