As he felt the leather lining of the cuff encircled his right wrist, the trapped feeling came over him once again. Yes there was slack in the ropes this time, for which his aching muscles were thankful, and though his ankles were shackled together, he could move his legs. Still, even these restraints left him vulnerable, a feeling Spencer Reid had often felt but never liked before. Somehow this time was different.
Was it because this time he was only vulnerable to Morgan? As much as his lover was enjoying this, he knew all he had to do was say so, and Morgan would stop. Would release him and more than likely hold him until he knew the younger man was okay. Or maybe it was the relief in knowing that he couldn't ruin the moment. When it came to love, Spencer sometimes felt like an idiot and was often unsure of what to do. Not that Derek seemed to mind, often smiling as he explained or showed Spencer what he wanted to do. Still, the restraint of movement seemed to take some of that pressure off.
Spencer felt Morgan's lips on the back of his neck. Beneath him, his manhood swelled further in pleasure, pressing against the confines of its cage. Reid let out a groan, and immediately heard his lover's soft laughter in his ear. The younger man knew then that his lover was enjoying turning him on and knowing that the relief would be denied. A form of tease and denial. Facts started going through his head from things he had read. Facts that he knew Morgan would have absolutely not interest in especially in their current situation.
Those facts were suddenly pushed out of his mind though as another powerful sensation swept through his body. Morgan had grabbed his hair, pulling his head off the bed, and was now kissing his exposed throat. It took a moment for Reid to realize that the groans he was hearing was coming from himself.
"Please, take it off," Spencer managed to get out, referring to the device that was denying him the release that he knew he was on the edge of.
"You gave me twenty-four hours," came the whispered reply. If Reid could have seen Morgan's face, he knew the older man would have been smiling. He released his hold on Reid's hair.
Morgan slipped his hands underneath Reid's body. Slowly, those hands moved down his naked form, finally finding the body's most sensitive region. Morgan's weight was now on his legs, and Reid's body tensed as the moans continued to come from his lips.
"Please," he pleaded again. The word no more than a whisper in between pants of air.
Morgan continued, another soft laugh his only answer. When Morgan's hands finally left his body, Reid relaxed on the bed, out of breath, for once in his life his mind void of the jumbled thoughts that normally sped through it. Despite the discomfort, he felt a sense of euphoria.
Reid felt the weight of Morgan's body shift higher up on his body, all to aware of his lover's naked form. And then Morgan's hands were on him again, rougher this time, as they massaged an oil into his aching shoulders. The massage continued. Reid's arms. His back. Morgan was starting on his leg when the Morgan's phone rang.
With a groan, Morgan hung his head. He had a bad feeling he knew exactly what a call at this time of the day meant. Getting up from the bed, Morgan retrieved the phone and answered it.
Reid turned his head on the bed, watching Morgan. Listening to the older agent's side of the conversation.
"Okay, I'll be there. I'll call Reid for you, Hotch," Morgan said, his eyes falling on the still restrained body of his lover. There was a short pause and then Morgan ended the call.
"Missing child in Slates Mill, Virginia. The team is meeting in forty," Morgan said, as he put down his cell and grabbed some clothes. He then headed for the bathroom.
"Ah, Morgan."
"I didn't forget you, Pretty Boy. I'll get you after I shower."
Helpless, Reid watched Morgan disappear into the bathroom. Alone, his mind immediately went to the case, wondering just what the situation was they were going to be headed into. He heard the water in the shower start to run. The new case was forgotten as he pictured himself in the shower with Morgan. It was a fantasy he immediately regretted as the discomfort down below rose once again.
Unable to do much else, Reid laid there listening. It wasn't long before the water was shut off. He could hear the shower curtain being pushed back through the open door. Heard a variety of sounds as Morgan dried himself off and dresses. Then the water began to run in the sink. Not long after the water was turned off again, Morgan emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed, carrying a basin and a towel.
"Just going to wash the oil off of you first," Morgan said, before Reid could say anything.
Morgan quickly washed the oil off Spenser's upper body and then dried it. He then finally released his wrists and ankles from the cuffs. As Reid sat up on the bed, Morgan retrieved a small key from the night stand, tucked it in his pocket, and headed for the door.
"Ah, Morgan," Reid began. "Did you forget something?"
"No," Morgan said, having reached the door. He turned around, one hand on the door jam, a mischievous smile lighting up his face. "It'll remind you that you still owe me thirteen hours."
"We're going to be with the team," Reid said his face paling.
"So. Act normally and they won't know. Besides, I don't care if they know, remember," Morgan told him, leaving the room. "Hurry up, we need to leave soon," Morgan called back.
Reid stood and looked down. Could he act normally wearing this thing. He had a sudden urge to follow Morgan and beg for release. He was sure he could manage it if he begged hard enough. He kept himself from doing it though. Reid was pretty sure that was exactly what Morgan was hoping for.
Instead, Reid walked toward the closet, finding one of his outfits that had found its way to Morgan's house over the past year.
By the time Reid was ready to leave, Morgan had managed to make them both an egg sandwich and a cup of coffee. He held both out to Reid as he entered the room. Reid took the coffee but waved off the sandwich.
"I'm not hungry."
"Eat it," Morgan told him, not backing down any. "It's going to be a long day, especially as neither of us have had much sleep."
Wanting to avoid any argument, Reid took the sandwich from Morgan. Morgan leaned in and placed a kiss on Reid's lips, which Reid automatically returned.
"Its too bad that kiss will have to last for the duration of this case. Its always hard to resist the urge to kiss you when we're with the team."
"Speaking of the team," Reid said, uncomfortably,"we're going to be late if we don't get going."
Morgan nodded, giving up the line of conversation he had been trying to direct. The one subject that Reid avoided the most was the topic of them telling the team about their relationship.
Morgan grabbed his own sandwich and coffee and the two of them headed for Morgan's vehicle. As he pulled out into the street, void of traffic at this early hour, Morgan vowed that soon he would get Reid to at least talk about the subject of letting their team know about their relationship. Morgan hated trying to conceal it, as if it was something to be ashamed of. He wasn't a bit ashamed about admitting to anyone that he was in love with Spencer Reid. In fact, he was kind of proud of that fact.