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Like every free Thursday night, Morgan had just spent almost two hours training future FBI agents in self-defense. But unlike most Thursdays, after practice he had plans with the team instead of just going home as usual.

He parked his car in the crammed parking lot behind the bar where he was supposed to meet up with his friends, turned off the engine, and checked his watch before getting out. A small smile played on his lips. He was early as he had let his students off a little earlier than usual.

He chuckled at the memory of his cadets surprised, but relieved faces when he had announced that they could go home twenty minutes before the class usually ended. He was a strict teacher that had never ended a class ahead of time before.

Morgan quickly crossed the parking lot and went around the corner of the building to the entrance. He shone a couple of women he met in the door his trademark smile and hurried along before they had the chance to start talking to him.

He took a few steps into the bar, but stopped as Hotch came walking towards him on his way out. The older agent was on his phone, a big smile painted across his face. Morgan smiled and gave him a small wave, not wanting to disturb the call between the father and his son. Hotch never smiled like that unless Jack was involved.

He scanned the place for the rest of his colleagues. They were all there. Garcia and JJ had joined a gang of, what looked like, college students in a game of darts. By the look of it, the guys were getting their asses kicked. At the bar sat Emily and Rossi. The first was shamelessly flirting with the bartender, who seemed very into the gorgeous brunette while Rossi, who sat in the chair next to Emily, was having a conversation with a woman Morgan was sure worked somewhere in the FBI building.

He smiled and shook his head while silently wondering if that might be wife number four as his eyes kept searching the bar room before finally finding whom he had been looking for.

Far in the back by a big table, Reid sat all alone. He was happily reading a book, totally oblivious to his surroundings.

Morgan's smile widened as he made his way over to the dart players for a quick greeting and to wish them luck -not that they needed it- before continuing to the back. He didn't bother saying hello to Rossi and Emily, as he figured they were far too busy for him to intrude anyway.

Reid made no sign of noticing his friend's arrival and Morgan couldn't help but to sneak up to the man from behind, leaning in closely before whispering.

"Hey pretty boy, come here often?" He said in a low voice.

Reid jumped a little and snapped his head around. As his eyes met Morgan's, his surprised expression softened and a small smile appeared.

"You're still using that line?" Reid asked in a teasing tone. He hadn't been expecting Morgan for another twenty minutes or so.

Morgan frowned, wondering what Reid was talking about before remembering with a smile that that was the line he had used when they first met.

"Why not?" Morgan wondered, as he sat down in the chair next to Reid, close enough for their knees to touch. "It worked the first time didn't it?" He added with a grin.

Reid rolled his eyes and returned to his book, deciding to ignore Morgan's smug comment.

"Not a fan of re-runs huh?" Morgan asked amused. "Then how about this one, could I please take your picture? I want to be able to show Santa exactly what I want for Christmas."

Reid didn't respond or look up, but Morgan knew he was listening because he hadn't turned the pages once and when Reid read the pages were never still. It usually looked like the genius was flipping through the book rather than actually reading it.

Morgan's smile grew wider. "I hope you know CPR Pretty Boy, cause you take my breath away." He purred against the younger man's ear.

Reid pulled away a little as he heard how close the other man was. His eyes searched out his friends spread around the bar room, checking that they were busy.

"Morgan." Reid hissed in a warning tone as he turned around to meet the dark eyes of his friend. "Stop that."

Morgan chuckled; glad to have the other man's attention again. "Tell me Reid. What's a nice kid like you doing running around in a mind as dirty as mine anyways?"

A faint blush appeared on the younger man's cheeks. "Cut it out." He ordered with his best impression of Hotch's stern voice.

Morgan leaned in closer to the man again and Reid leaned back in his chair, trying to get a little space between them, but the back of his chair soon stopped his pitiful escape.

Morgan stopped just a few inches from the other man's face and waited a few second before speaking in a low voice. "You totally turn my software into hardware."

Reid frowned and gave Morgan a confused look before he got it. He tried to stop the smile threatening to take over his face but failed. Miserably.

Morgan chuckled delightedly. "Hey, did the sun just come back up, or did you just smile at me?"

Reid shook his head and sighed, demonstrating his surrender. "You're such a cliché, you know that don't you?" He asked.

"Hey!" Morgan protested. "My lines might be cliché, but I certainly am not."

"Right." Reid mumbled, amused. "I must have been even more intoxicated then I thought when we first met if I actually fell for that."

"Ouch." Morgan almost hissed, covering his heart with his hand as if Reid's word had actually inflicted real pain to it.

Reid frowned at his teammates dramatic ways before they both started to laugh.

Morgan's heart sighed content at the sweet sound of the genius amusement, amazed at how good it felt to know he was the cause of it.

As their laughter died out, they just sat quietly for a while. Hazel eyes meeting dark orbs, holding a whole conversation without any words

"Wanna go back to my place?" Morgan asked, once words were needed again, a hint of pleading in his tone.

Reid studied his eyes for a while longer. It wasn't because he didn't know how to answer, he simply wanted to tease. "Sure." He finally said, smiling as he saw Morgan exhale a breath he obviously had been holding.

"You like tormenting me, don't you kid?" The older agent asked, relieved as he stood up.

Reid just shrugged as he packed up his book in his messenger bag by his feet, before standing up and tagging after the darker man.

They waved their good byes to their teammates before exiting the bar. Morgan guided Reid around the corner of the building, back to where he had parked. They climbed in and Morgan started the car and pulled out of the narrow parking spot, before taking a right turn out onto the main street, heading for home.

After a few minutes of driving, Morgan had worked up enough courage to reach over and grab Reid's hand, intertwining their fingers. The genius turned his eyes from the window and looked down on their joined hands before looking up at Morgan. A small smile played on his lips before he turned his eyes back out the window again. Morgan smiled and leaned back a bit in his seat, content with the fact that Reid let him show such a small sign of affection.

After the night when they had given in to the desire they had both suppressed for so long, and finally slept together, Reid had shut down and closed Morgan out. The genius had been persistent, stubborn to the point of idiocy, when it came to his opinion about the two of them being together. He had counted endless reasons why they shouldn't be together, refusing to listen to Morgan's arguments. But Morgan had been just as persistent if not worse, stubborn to the point of scary, never stopping in trying to win Pretty Boy over. And finally, two long months after Garcia's birthday party, Reid had crumbled and given in to his own, as well as Morgan's feelings.

Morgan had then thought they would finally be together as a real couple. But boy had he been mistaken. Reid had declared that they would have to start over. He had decided on his own that what happened in New Orleans had been so long ago that it should be statute-barred by now and that the night they had spent together as lovers didn't count because Morgan cheated by breaking the rule they had set up.

The darker man had been furious at first but soon calmed himself down as he figured that was probably what Reid wanted, for Morgan to just sigh defeated and walk way. No way. He would never give up. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get it, no matter how long it took.

So he had asked Reid out, the genius had been surprised but said yes. They had gone to a nice little Greek restaurant and ended up having a great time. Nothing happened that night, Morgan figured he should take things slow and play by Reid's rules. Instead, he just asked for another date.

After a few weeks -three small cases, two lunch dates and four proper ones later- he got his first reward. Reid asked him out. He took Morgan to a great Indian restaurant and when he dropped the older man off at the end of the evening, he had leaned in and kissed him. Morgan had had to use all his willpower to keep the kiss as chaste as Reid was giving it. But he didn't mind, they were moving forward.

The date after that had been cancelled due to work. New York needed their help to catch a shooter on a killing spree. But the case turned out to be so much more. Terrorist and bombs and a long drive home had left Morgan feeling ten years older in just a few days time.

But as he pulled up and found Reid on his front porch with Clooney beside him, he felt that it had all been worth it. Reid knew Morgan hadn't been hurt after the stunt he had pulled, but he was still upset and needed reassurance in the form of having the man close to him.

That night, Reid stayed over. They didn't have sex, they just slept together, holding on to each other as if life depended on it. The morning after, when they woke up all tangled together, they had finally kissed. One kiss had led to two kisses and two kisses had turned into a hot and heavy make out session before Reid had put an end to it, saying something about them being late for work. Spoil-sport.

That was two weeks ago. After that, Reid had spent a few more nights at Morgan's, but they had never gone further than kissing. Reid hadn't let them. And even if Morgan was developing a severe case of blue balls, he wasn't about to complain, he was just glad to have Pretty Boy back in his bed.

"Uh… Morgan?" Reid's voice woke him from his thoughts and Morgan turned to him with a smile and a questioning look.

"You just drove by your house." Reid said with a mixed look of confusion and amusement.

Morgan looked out, sighing as he noticed that he really had missed his own home, before making an illegal U-turn and driving back, ignoring the small chuckle coming from the person beside him.

"Must be tired." He muttered as he parked his car in his driveway before climbing out.

Reid said nothing as he followed the other man to the house, still smiling. Morgan unlocked and opened his front door, and was immediately welcomed home by a happy Clooney coming at him.

"Hey boy." Morgan greeted his four legged friend, giving him a swift pat on his head before closing the door behind he and Reid.

The genius dropped his bag on the floor and knelt down to greet the dog by scratching him behind his ear, his favorite spot.

"So what do you wanna do now?" Morgan asked the younger man. "Are you up for a movie?"

Reid crinkled his nose and shook his head.

"Hungry?"

"No, not really."

"How about a game of cards then? Poker?"

Reid shook his head again.

"So what do you want to do then?" Morgan asked, as he couldn't come up with anymore ideas.

Reid shrugged as he stood back up. "Couldn't we just call it a night? I'm kind of tired." He said.

"Sure." Morgan nodded, feeling pretty tired himself. "Why don't you go ahead and I'll take Clooney for a short walk."

"Okay." Reid agreed with a small smile. "Could I borrow your computer first? I want to check my mail real quick."

"It's in the kitchen, knock yourself out." Morgan said, as he grabbed the dogs leash from the hook by the door then attached it to the animals collar. "I'll be right back." He promised, as he opened the door and walked out for his and Clooney's usual night walk.

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Ten minutes later, the pair was back from their stroll around the block. Morgan unleashed the dog, who immediately made his way to the couch, jumping up and settling in for the night.

Morgan sighed and shook his head but didn't say anything. He was just glad the dog hadn't chosen to join them in the bedroom tonight. He was hoping for a really long and steamy make out session, blue balls be damned, if kissing was what Reid offered, he would gladly settle for that.

After a quick check of the locks on doors and windows, Morgan headed down the hall to his bathroom, brushing his teeth and taking care of business before bed.

Then he exited the bathroom and headed for the bedroom, smiling fondly at Reid, who sat up in the bed. He had already changed into his sleeping gear and had his arms wrapped around his knees while chewing his lower lip, seemingly unaware of Morgan's sudden presence.

"You okay there Pretty boy?" Morgan asked as he headed for the dresser in the back of the room, taking of his watch and setting it on top.

Reid jumped a bit and turned his eyes to Morgan, but he didn't say anything. The older man snickered as he pulled out a pair of pajama pants and an old college t-shirt he used to sleep in when Reid stayed over. Whenever he slept alone, he preferred to sleep naked.

"Morgan?" Reid asked, as the darker man started to unbutton his shirt.

"Hmm?" Morgan sounded, without turning around, fingers busy with the many buttons, mind rushing them to hurry so he could join the younger man in bed.

"If I said you have a great body, would you hold it against me?"

Morgan frowned and his fingers stopped as he turned around "What?" He asked with a little laugh, not sure he had heard right. That sounded an awful lot like a pick-up line.

Reid shrugged and smiled teasingly. "Would you?" He asked again, his cheeks slightly blushing.

Morgan forgot the task he was performing and walked over to the younger man. "Of course." He answered intrigued as he sat down on the right side, his side, of the bed.

Reid's blush grew darker under Morgan's intense stare, but his smile widened as he stretched out his hand, luring Morgan to come closer with a few swift motions of his index finger. Morgan chuckled, pleasantly surprised by this new side of Reid, as he crawled across the bed, stopping only inches from the other man's face, waiting for what more the genius had hidden up his sleeves.

"I-if I can make you 'come' with only my finger, imagine what I could do with my whole hand." Reid almost whispered, as he leaned in and claimed his lips in a lustful kiss.

Morgan moaned into the kiss, blown away by what Reid had just said.

"Careful Pretty Boy." He hums husky in-between kisses. "I just might hold you to that."

Reid chuckled and deepened the kiss before pulling away. Morgan let out a disappointed growl and tried to follow the sweet mouth but a steady hand on his chest prevented him.

"You know what?" Reid suddenly asked with a serious tone.

"What?" Morgan echoed, frowning at the quick mood change of his friend.

Reid studied the older man's face for a while before answering. "Your clothes would look really good in a pile on the floor." He said with such a straight face that Morgan had to repeat the words a couple of times in his head before understanding the meaning of them.

"Are you sure?" He asked breathlessly when reality dawned on him. Reid was seducing him. Reid. Was. Seducing. Him. This might just be the sexiest thing ever. But Morgan wanted to know that this was really what the younger man wanted.

Reid nodded and leaned in for another quick kiss. "I'm sure." He promised with a small smile.

A childishly happy grin appeared on Morgan's face and he made no smooth show of removing his shirt, pants and socks, throwing said items on the floor next to the bed.

"Your turn." He smiled widely.

Reid rolled his eye at the older man's juvenile behavior before pulling of his own t-shirt and tossing it in the pile with Morgan's clothes. "Done." He said with a blushing smile.

Morgan raised an eyebrow and carefully pulled off the sheet that had been covering Reid from the waist and down. The genius had neither pants nor underwear on.

The sight of the naked man with his knees still drawn up against his chest was enough to turn him hard.

"So what was that you said about your hand?" He asked in a teasing tone, as he pushed Reid back on the mattress before leaning down to claim his mouth in a passionate kiss.

Reid moaned into the kiss, happy to give the roll of the seducer back to Morgan, and slowly trailed his fingers down the toned chest and stomach, teasingly pulling at the boxers he had kept on before sliding one hand beneath the waistband and gently grabbing the darker man's manhood.

Morgan couldn't help the small thrust into the warm hand as it surrounded him. To finally be here, to have come to this point, where Reid was finally going to be his and only his, was almost more than he could take.

"Wait." Morgan suddenly broke the kiss, sobering up immensely in just a heartbeat.

Reid hand loosened its grip and the genius looked surprised and a bit hurt by the sudden stop. Morgan studied the face of the man he had been chasing for so long. Longer then he had known himself.

"This isn't just another one night thing right?" He asked, eyes locked with the ones of the man under him. "It's for real this time right? You and me?"

Reid's surprised face softened and a smile appeared on his lips as he nodded. "You and me." He promised quietly.

"Just checking." Morgan grinned, before he once again claimed the sweet, awaiting mouth of his lover.

A howling growl sounded from deep in his throat as Reid's nibble fingers returned to the task they had neglected for far too long in the darker man's opinion.

Morgan had been dreaming about this for months. The longing he had felt after Mardi Gras had been nothing compared to the need and lust he had suffered from after they had actually had sex. His fantasies may have been intense, but it didn't come close to the real thing. The real Reid.

Even though it had been so long since last time and they both wanted this so badly, they took it slow. The first time they had been together had been exciting and had affected them both greatly, but it had really just been a drunken, messy hand job in a not so romantic restroom in a nightclub.

The second time had been more intense and more powerful, but it had left a bittersweet aftertaste. It had been quick and unfulfilling. A moments embrace after eons of wanting.

This time they wanted do to it right. Slow. Sweet. Loving.

Morgan's hand roamed the trembling body under him. Chills ran down his spine as gasps and moans filled the otherwise quiet room. Reid's skin burned hot against his curious hands.

Reid had difficulties concentrating on the task in his hand, rather than just give in and hand himself over to Morgan completely. His focus turning hazy each time Morgan discovered yet another of his favorite spots. Nibbling, sucking and kissing him all over.

As much as Morgan enjoyed every taste, sound and feel of his Pretty Boy, he soon, far too soon for his liking, felt himself close to the edge. So he broke away and kissed Reid's forehead before reaching over to his night stand, and grabbing the most needed item for what came next.

Reid's hand released the now weeping member as he understood what was going to happen. He helped Morgan get rid of his still present boxers and chuckled as the darker man tossed them over his shoulder.

Morgan coated his fingers with a generous amount of lube before returning his lips to Reid's, as his fingers found their way into the heat that he had almost forgotten the feel of.

Reid wiggled and gasped at the sudden intrusion, but soon the discomfort turned into welcomed pleasure. His arms found their way around the broad shoulders of the man hovering over him and his mind once more turned to the kiss he had momentarily forgotten to participate in.

Morgan took his time. Reid hadn't said anything after the first time they had slept together, but older man knew he had been neglecting the much needed foreplay of preparing his lover and he didn't want to make the same mistake again.

It was when Reid, with pleading moans, pushed back on his fingers, that Morgan felt sure he had done enough, and withdrew his digits and moved on to prepare himself.

He ripped open the condom, rolled it over his manhood and once more leaned in to kiss his lover and friend as he positioned himself at Reid's entrance.

Reid's nails dug into his back as he carefully, slowly pushed into the tight heat. He felt lightheaded and delirious, lost in the feeling of complete happiness. He stayed still, giving Reid time to adjust while kissing and caressing every part of the man that he could reach.

Reid let out a needing sob and pushed back, urging Morgan to move and the man eagerly pleased.

A slow steady rhythm was the set pace.

Morgan was grunting and touching, rocking his hips into the blissful feeling that was Reid, mentally smiling at the fact that he was the only one to ever have been this intimate with the genius.

Reid answered with moans and gasps, clawing Morgan's back as his head and vision went blurry, but he was sure he had never seen so clear before in his life. Never been so sure or felt so right.

The pace grew faster with time, speeding up to the inevitable but long awaited finish.

With a high-pitched cry, Reid came first, nails digging deeper into the back of his lover while his body shuttered in the wonderful after shock of his orgasm.

Morgan was not far behind. The tightening heat around him, combined with the sight of Reid, sweat coated and glistering, hair glued to his forehead, eyes squinting and closed as he came, was more than Morgan could take and with a bruising, hard grip of the lithe man's hips, he lost himself in his release with his lover name on his lips.

As Morgan's orgasm died out and took all his strength with it, the darker man crashed down beside his warm lover, his now soft manhood slipping out in the process. They lay there, close, mindlessly touching each other while riding out their mini deaths and trying to catch their breaths.

After a few minutes, Morgan sat up and disposed of the used condom in the waste bin by the bed before lying back down next to his lover, pulling him closer and planting a chaste kiss on his swollen lips.

Reid smiled tiredly at the other man. His mind was purring with contentment and his body felt more relaxed then he could remember ever feeling.

"Reid?" Morgan whispered, as he blindly searched for the covers piled at the foot of the bed, before pulling it over them both.

"Hmm." Reid hummed happily as his eyes drifted closed.

Morgan chuckled at the satisfied look on his lovers face, proud to be the one who had put it there.

"What?" Reid asked and cracked one eye opened.

"I love you." Morgan whispered in a low voice. It wasn't just post-sex ramble, it was the honest to God truth.

"You better." Reid whispered back with a goofy smile as his eyes closed again. "And I love you too."

Fin.

Hmm, I think the ending was a little too cheesy, otherwise I'm loving it! And I only re-wrote this chapter once!

So this is the end of 'Over The Years'. Thank's again for reading and reviewing and for putting this story to your alerts and favorites. Warms my heart 3 Never thought so many would follow this. I have very mixed feelings about (FINALLY!)being done with this story. Kind of like Rapuzel in Disney's 'Tangled'. "Yeah! Best day ever!", "Oh my god it all over... why! WHY!", "Yes! I did it! I feels sooo good"! Sort of like that. For a second I considered doing another sequel but no. Like in No Freaking Way. But then again; Never say never... But first I have like 10 other storys I want to write, so it will have to wait either way.

And thank's again to my lovely beta Heather 3 You rock. Seriously.

Btw; Could you guys guess what Reid really did with Morgan's computer?

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