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I have taken some liberties with the office layout so it can fit the story.

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Chapter 2

Morgan waited impatiently in his office. A quick look at the clock showed it'd just gone 8. Where the fuck was Reid? It's not like he had to spend a lot of time in the shower, he paused at the thought of that skinny – skinny white body dripping with suds wet, slippery. He was hard again! Great! After he'd spent all last night jerking off like a pimply teenager…there he is. Thank God!

He took out his phone and hit the speed dial. He could see Reid through the large window. He was rifling through his man purse to find his phone. How much crap does he have in there? Bingo!

"Morgan, hi"

"Why are you whispering?"

"I - I - I"

"Do you have any idea how hot it makes me when you stammer like that? I just want to give you something else to do with that mouth."

"Morgan…" He whined breathlessly scrambling into his chair. "Don't do that."

"Do what, pretty boy? Turn you on. I assume that's why you're pressed up so hard against the desk?"

Reid searched around the bullpen for him in vain.

"Do you want me to stop?" Morgan could see him shaking his head, knuckles white as he dug into the wood. "Say it."

Reid's doe eyes finally collided with his, rendering distance useless "Don't – stop!" He may as well just have reached out and grabbed your cock.

"I got you a lil something. Top drawer."

He waited while the slim agent pulled out the carefully wrapped package. Nobody in the history of time had ever unwrapped a present so carefully. By the time he pulled open the box and picked up the large sucker Morgan was ready to explode.

"You got me a lollipop?"

"Cherry for my cherry."

"It's so – um – big!"

"That's the idea. I want it in your mouth."

Reid ripped off the candy wrapper eyes shyly flicking to Morgan for instruction. "Now lick it. Just the tip. Slowly..."

"Hey, hot stuff"

Son of a bitch! The high-pitched voice almost gave him a heart attack. "Garcia, you need to wear a bell or something." He snapped at her dragging the high backed chair in front of him.

"That's no way to talk to the goddess that brings you blueberry muffins." She dropped a basket on his desk removing the checked cloth with flair. "You need to get laid. It will calm all that crazy down."

I am trying. Morgan glanced back quickly only to discover Reid had left his station. He had a good idea where he'd find him. Just need to get rid of Garcia.

"I'm sorry sweetness, my mum's sick. It's just a cold but she's old you know how it is. Could you give me a second? I need to call her." He felt a slight pang of guilt for using his mum as an excuse. God she'd have his head if she knew. Luckily all thoughts of his mama took care of the problem in his pants. "You know what I will feel better if I call her from the roof. This place…"He gestured. "With the cameras. No privacy. That's what I get for working for the man. See ya."

He dashed out too afraid to look back. One hint of deception from him and she'd go nuts trying to sniff the truth out. Working for the man? He'd never said those words a day in his life. He was fucking idiot!

Morgan slowed down when he got to the break room. The sight of Reid bent over fiddling with the coffee maker muttering to himself set him off again. Tight grey material stretched across high firm cheeks. God that ass! His palms actually itched to touch, grab, fondle.

Reid sprang upright like a gazelle scenting a lion when Morgan closed the door. He turned around warily, eyes devouring, lips still held the hot pink stain from the candy. "That was – uh!" he shook his head, "not professional."

"Do you want to stop?" Morgan asked as he crowded him.

"N – N –No."

"You know what does to me." Morgan looked around spotting the open door to the empty pantry. That will do.

He dragged him inside, locked the door and shoved the genius against it. Their lips met in a violent kiss, Reid giving as good as he got. Morgan had never held back so carefully, he ached to ravage the hot mouth till he there was nothing left. Slow down. Don't freak him out. He pushed Reid away from him pining the slender man to the unforgiving wood.

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"Ask for what you want." Morgan kissed him again pulling back and holding him against the door when he reached for him.

Reid mewled piteously. "You know what I want."

"Ask." Morgan ordered.

Reid pouted for a while. He looked so thoroughly dejected Morgan almost caved. Then his mouth twisted in a naughty grin, he looked up, an unholy light gleaming in those beautiful brown eyes. Here we go. "Touch me." His long tapered fingers traced the bulge in his pants. It was Morgan's turn to groan as he rushed to answer his bidding.

Their eyes met and held as Morgan slowly undid his belt and zipper, letting the pants slide to the floor with a silent whoosh. "Hmmn, I'm disappointed. You seemed like a tighty-whitey kind of guy." He startled a laugh out of Reid that erupted into a gasp when Morgan thrust his thumbs into the boxers roughly pushing them down.

Oh fuck! This was even better than he'd imagined. Pale skin glowed as a proud cock jutted from a nest of soft brown curls. He had to touch. His fingers lightly grazed the sensitive head and Reid began to vibrate his whole body twisting and dancing while he moaned incoherently. "Touchme!Touchme!" repeated over and over.

Morgan almost drowned under the surge of power that coursed through him. His own pleasure was forgotten. He wanted to see Reid go over the edge, know that it was him – only him - that did it for him. He rubbed his palm slowly over the weeping head, gobs of precum slid down the shaft, running down the pale thighs. His other hand cupped the heavy balls tugging lightly while he nibbled at the flushed neck. Reid began to thrust desperately into his wet palm.

Morgan clapped his hand over his mouth after a particularly high scream. That's my boy! Still throaty moans leaked out as Reid tumbled towards completion. Morgan worked his hand in a twisting motion and Reid released a ragged sound.

"Come…" Reid's eyes glazed over at Morgan's hoarse whisper. "…now."

He stepped aside just in time to avoid getting painted by Reid's cum as the genius shook with every spurt; his knees trembled then gave out and he sunk to the pantry floor.

Reid was practically comatose when Morgan redressed him. "What have you done to me?"

"'I'm giving you 'experience'." Derek kissed his swollen pink lips. "You'll thank me later."

Morgan waited till Reid had composed himself enough to leave. He wanted desperately to relieve himself but those lips wrapped around his shaft later would be worth the wait.

He drew to a halt when he finally escaped the dank room. This is the last thing he needed right now.

"I don't know what you think you're doing screwing around with Reid but keep it at home." His boss snapped at him.

"Screwing around with Reid? I have no idea what you are talking about."

"I can see into your office from the conference room."

"Hotch, I am begging you do not breathe a word of this to him."

Hotch raised that fucking stubborn brow at him that said' don't be an idiot'. The superior smug bastard. He of course would never be caught in little more than a closet with a co-worker. It seemed safest to retreat. He was almost out the door when he heard. "And Morgan?" He turned around reluctantly. "Be careful."