Chapter 3: Hey, Pretty Boy!
"Oooooh, look at that fine specimen of a man over there!" exclaimed a friend of Ricky's.
"Hey, pretty boy!" Morgan called to Ricky through the open passenger's side window. Ricky and two of his friends were all standing there, not sure who the man was addressing. Well, Ricky knew. That greeting was the pre-established code so that he would recognize the BAU agent. "You! In the middle." Ricky smirked at his friends and sauntered over to the car. He wore some very short jean shorts and what Morgan suspected to be a child-sized t-shirt. Overall, his ensemble left very little to the imagination. The boy's skin was pale and perfect . . . except his inner right arm where Morgan could see track marks. He was tall . . . taller than Morgan maybe . . . He was thin, almost too thin, but there was something about the way his long, lithe body moved. His golden brown hair was curly and brushed his shoulders and he had big hazel eyes with beautiful lashes. Morgan understood why Andi would describe him as pretty . . . although pretty didn't really do him justice . . . this boy was beautiful . . . gorgeous even . . . Morgan had never thought of another man as beautiful or gorgeous before but this boy was clearly an attractive exception.
When Reid peered through the window, his heart nearly stopped; he knew this agent! Well, technically he only knew of him, but still . . . The beautiful black man had given his academy class a presentation on why hand-to-hand combat skills were every bit as important as being able to use your gun. That was all the studious doctor could tell you about the lesson itself because he had been overwhelmed by his attraction to the man . . . what he wouldn't have gave to be the second agent tussling on the mat with him . . . while Reid recognized him immediately, it was unlikely that the other agent would remember him. He could see Agent Morgan's muscles rippling under his paper thin, second-skin t-shirt. He waved a wad of cash at the boy obnoxiously enough so that his friends could see he planned to spend quite a bit of money.
"Are you gonna get in or just stare at me with your head through the window?" Morgan teased.
Ricky forced himself to focus on his assignment and not the beautiful agent with which he would have the pleasure of working. "See you boys tomorrow!" He called over his shoulder with a grin as he opened the car door and settled into the passenger's seat. "You look tense baby," he purred at the agent, using his left hand to rub high on the inside of the man's right thigh, "tell me what you need to make you feel better." Andi had told him to not break cover.
Morgan squirmed under the attention, partially because he had a familiar feeling in his groin that could come to no good. The last thing he needed was for this beautiful boy to rev his engine. "Stop," he said firmly. Much to his relief the other withdrew his hand.
"Well you're no fun," he pouted. Morgan pulled into the lot of a cheap motel. Ricky raised an eyebrow.
"We're going to make it look real to outside observers," Morgan said with exasperation in his voice, "Andi was quite adamant that we not risk exposing you as an informant. I'll interview you in the room, you can catch a few hours of sleep, I'll pay you whatever it is you charge for a night and then I'll drop you off wherever you want. Understood?" The young prostitute nodded.
"Good," Morgan pronounced.