Disclaimer: same as before.

Warning: This drabble can be read as slash, though it is not explicit. It can, however, also be read as just a really close friendship. Ye be warned. Take it as you please.

Prompt 63: Summer (Morgan and Reid)

"Morgan, what on Earth –" Startled, as he comes through the door to their hotel room, to find his colleague spread-eagle, eyes closed, on one of the beds.

"Don't say a word; it's too hot to argue with you."

"Could you have at least kept your underwear on?" It would figure he would get stuck rooming with a nudist.

"Too. Hot. In case you didn't notice, we're in Texas in summer, and the air conditioning in this hotel room is broken."

"Yes, I did notice. I stink of sweat, in fact. But that doesn't mean I'm going to go around naked the whole time we're here."

"Reid, it's nearly midnight, and we're supposed to be getting sleep because we have an early day tomorrow. There's no way I'm going to be able to sleep with any sort of clothes on." He opens his eyes to see his companion still fully dressed, in full Reid-regalia. "You won't be able to either."

"That doesn't mean the solution is to lose all of my clothing."

"Oh, for crying out loud, Reid. Make yourself comfortable."

"Nudity hardly makes me comfortable."

"We're both guys, you don't have anything I haven't already seen."

"No, but you have something that I don't."

"Balls?"

"Muscles."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"When one is considered less attractive due to one's scrawny appearance, it makes one self-conscious about taking one's clothes off."

"Listen, One, this ain't the locker room in high school. I'm not gonna laugh at you." He glances at his roommate's progress. The younger man is still mostly fully dressed, minus tie, shoes, and mismatched socks; he is starting to unbutton his shirt. "Hurry up, Reid; I'm getting hot just looking at you."

Rolling his eyes, "Gee, if I had a nickel for every time I heard that," he pauses as he fiddles with a button, "I'd have a nickel."

An amazed smirk. "Why, Dr. Reid, did you just make a sexual innuendo?" He plops his head back down

The other is too busy trying to convince himself it will not be so bad to take off his shirt in front of his coworker to formulate a witty reply. He looks up at the older, larger man, and gets an idea. "Whatever. I'll be right back." He grabs something off the dresser and disappears, not even bothering to re-button his shirt.

The black man chuckles softly to himself. Silly boy, sill Reid. He wonders vaguely where the young man may have gone off to, before deciding it is way too hot to bother. It may be late at night, but the air has hardly cooled down at all.

A few minutes later, the door reopens. Without opening his eyes, he calls out to his colleague, "Hey, Reid, any idea how many people die each year from heat str- YAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, COOOOOOOOOLLLLDDDDDDDD!"

"Ice machine still works."