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Morgan paused outside of the break room as he heard the last part of the whispered conversation. "… I'll call you." Intrigued, he stood outside watching; Rossi was leaning against the counter stirring his coffee and Reid was bending over looking through the bottom cabinet for more sugar. His overprotective older brother alarm went off as he observed the older man's actions. The senior agent was staring at Reid's backside with an expression that made Morgan see red. He was about to confront the man when he heard Reid comment, "Save that look for when we're alone." Morgan's eyes almost popped out of his head at the level of seduction he heard in the younger agent's voice. The kid stood up and turned around, his whole body oozing sex. It was almost as if some demon had possessed him.

He stepped inside, "Reid, what the hell?"

For a moment the kid looked panicked but then he doubled over laughing, "Oh my God, I can't you fell for that!"

"Dude, not funny, I was about to beat Rossi senseless!"

"Me! What did I do?" the older man said indignantly.

"Seriously? The way you were ogling Pretty Boy could have gotten you arrested!"

Both agents chuckled at his incredulous expression. He watched as Reid exited the room and sat at his desk. Rossi shook his head and brushed past him to follow. Morgan stepped forward and closed the cabinet door, at the same time noticing Rossi's empty coffee cup sitting on the counter. He lingered a moment then looked up at the contents on the counter. The container of sugar on the tray was empty. Turning, he looked back at Reid's desk just in time to see Rossi place the full cup of coffee he was holding beside him before walking away.

The entire interchange had been suspicious. Morgan could feel that there was something up and he needed to find out. They didn't have any active cases at the moment so the day was spent doing paperwork. As far as he could tell nothing else happened between Reid and Rossi for the rest of the day but it didn't shake the feeling that something was there. When they left at the end of the day he tailed Reid to the parking lot. He couldn't believe he was reduced to stalking a friend and fellow agent. But lately the younger agent had been acting strange and Morgan had a feeling that this might have something to do with it. Reid's phone went off just as he reached his car. Morgan could just make out the conversation.

"Tomorrow at four? That's fine. Where?" Morgan frowned as he watched Reid's body tense up at the answer from the caller. "That sounds like fun but I thought we don't normally do that." He paused as the person on the other line spoke, then replied. "No, no it's fine, really." Morgan listened incredulously as Reid's voice took over the same seductive tone from this morning. "Since it sounds like you want to show me such a good time, I might just have a treat for you too." He was listening as Reid responded to a booty call! Now he had to know, and what was it that they 'normally' did!

Morgan sat outside Reid's apartment an hour before he was scheduled to meet his mysterious caller. He was hoping, almost praying that wherever he followed Reid to next would have a girl waiting at the end of the trip. "Please don't let it be Rossi," he thought. With the man's history he could only conclude the worse possible scenarios; all of them involving a conniving older man and naive young agent. The logical part of him argued that Reid was a grown man who could make his own choices; the overprotective friend in him was demanding he go up to Reid's apartment and get an explanation. He watched as Reid exited his apartment dressed casually in a pullover and cords and carrying his go bag. Morgan waited until Reid got down the street before pulling out and following him. Soon it became apparent he was going to the destination that Morgan was afraid of. Parking a few car lengths down the street he watched as Reid pulled into Rossi's driveway.

Morgan watched with some level of trepidation as Reid let himself in the door. Why did Reid have the key to Rossi's house? Morgan was sure that when they exchanged keys for everybody's safety that Hotch was the person who had the one to Rossi's house. Feeling every bit like the obsessed stalkers that he chased, Morgan shut off the engine to his car and scoped out the surroundings. The property next to Rossi's looked empty so he crept through the lawn, thankful for the line of bushes along the wall hiding him from view. He peeked over and looked into the senior agent's backyard.

Rossi had the back door to the patio open and was yelling through it into the house. "I'm out back if you want to use the pool first!"

"Okay! I just need to change then!" Reid's voice echoed through the house.

Morgan was still holding out that Rossi had just invited Reid over to use the pool. His hopes were dashed the moment he saw what Reid was wearing. No one ever wore that sort of outfit to go swimming at a friend's house. Morgan didn't think there was enough brain bleach in the world to erase the sight of Reid dressed in daisy dukes and nothing else. The young man looped his arms around Rossi's neck and leaned down for a kiss. At this point Morgan ducked back down and sat against the wall. He had two choices, confront them now or wait until he could speak to both of them alone, though he wasn't sure if speaking was exactly what he was going to do to Rossi. As much as he wanted to go over there, he knew that would only embarrass Reid and cause him to freak out. Sighing, he crept back along the wall, got in his car and left. It was going to be a long wait until Monday morning.

Spencer looked up as a twig cracked and a bunch of birds flew up over the wall. Dave's hand rubbed his thigh distractingly and he murmured, "Maybe we should go inside, I don't think I'm ready to give the neighbours a show." The older man nodded and motioned for him to go into the kitchen.

Trailing behind the young man he whistled as he appreciated the view. "You weren't kidding when you said you had a treat for me. Those are delicious."

"Hmm," Spencer hummed, "so how are you going to reward me?"

Dave came up behind him and grabbed his hips. He pressed his erection into the young man's ass and growled, "I'd like to throw you down, rip off those fuck-me shorts, spread apart those gorgeous legs and screw you till you forget your name."

The young doctor smirked, "Well I seem to remember being interrupted yesterday while bending over a counter. Care to resume from there?"

The older man leered. He gently shoved the young profiler over to the kitchen island and pinned him to the smooth black marble surface. "Stay there," he ordered. Dave disappeared then came back after a few moments; Spencer didn't look up as he heard something placed beside him. Dave's hands slid to the front of his shorts and quickly unbuttoned them. He tugged roughly at the hem pulling them down until the fell to the floor on their own. The older man's hands caressed his legs, tracing them up and down, too lightly to stimulate him but enough to make him shiver. He felt Dave's breath ghost over his backside as the man kneeled behind him.

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Dave bent over him and placed a kiss on the nape of his neck. "You okay?"

Spencer turned his head and smiled goofily up at the older man, "I am more than okay, damn near perfect."

Dave chuckled at the uncustomary language and the fucked out expression on the young man's face. Pulling him up from the counter he kissed him gently, smiling as he melted into the older man's embrace. Pulling back he asked, "How would you like some dinner? You can relax in the living room while I cook." Spencer nodded but was surprised when the senior agent gently prodded him towards the hallway. "Get cleaned up first so you can be comfortable, there's a robe in the bathroom."

Spencer made it to the washroom with the minimum amount of stumbling and proceeded to wipe himself down. By the time he made it out Dave had already cleaned up the evidence of their lovemaking and had pulled out all of the things needed for their dinner. The older man smiled as he looked him over appraisingly in the terry cloth robe he had donned. The blissfully stupid look on the young agent's face was something the older man could definitely get used to. Dave settled the young man on the couch then went to make their meal.

He listened as Spencer turned the television on to PBS; working quickly, he boiled the pasta and chopped up the ingredients for the sauce. After about half an hour of cooking he looked over to see the young man napping. Putting the finishing touches on their plates he poured them both a glass of wine and then went to wake the young genius up. The bleary eyed expression that greeted him was rather adorable and he couldn't stop himself from ruffling the already messy hair. They ate at the dining room table enjoying the succulent dish Dave had created and each other's company. Dave convinced the young agent that he needed to try out some video games and Spencer managed to talk the older man into watching Doctor Who with him at a later date.

After clearing the table and putting away some of the dishes they retired to the couch. Feeling pleasantly full and slightly tipsy from the wine Spencer playfully ran his hand up the older man's thigh. Dave's eyebrows went up as the kid all but purred, "Bedroom?"

He nodded, "Bedroom."

Somehow they had ended up talking about Hotch during their second post coital cool down. Spencer related to Dave the "talk" that they had on the previous case. "Do you think he knows?" About which part the young man didn't elaborate but he knew Dave would get the gist of it.

"I'm almost certain he knows. The man is one of the best profilers I've ever worked with. As for the other thing, I can tell you for certain that he doesn't have any hang-ups about gay sex."

Spencer rolled to his side and propped his head up on one hand. "So you know for certain he's slept with another man."

Dave chuckled, "No, but when we started the BAU he was a lot more relaxed than now." The older man grinned with mischief, "Aaron can appreciate porn just as much as any other man."

Spencer wondered what scenario would warrant Dave watching porn with Hotch. "But gay porn?"

"Well that was a mistake and a bit of curiosity on my part."

"Mistake?"

"You certainly are just too smart for your own good." Dave sighed. "He was having a bit of trouble with Haley and he came over to let off a bit of steam. We had a drink to unwind and I swear, I truly did mean to put something else in the DVD player. But once it started I suddenly really wanted to see what his reaction would be. I almost came in my pants watching him jerk off."

Spencer 'hmm'ed' softly, wondering if Hotch looked as erotic as Dave did when he came, "So did you ever think about … something like this with him?"

Dave laughed sharply, startling the young agent, "No, he's attractive and I certainly have thought about what it would be like, but Aaron would never go for it. He's a forever and happily ever after type of guy. I play too fast and loose with the rules. The first time we disagreed about something it would be over. And despite all the rumours, I don't go for married people."

Spencer rolled back over onto his back. Dave certainly did have a propensity for breaking the rules. And for some reason, after all these months, he was able to get Spencer to break them as well. Lying in Dave's bed, in Dave's house he wondered if this was the beginning of a dangerous journey, one that he seemed to be travelling down rather willingly. He was well aware that Dave knew he had a mild crush on Hotch and that was most likely why they were having this discussion. However, there was something eating at him about the way the conversation was going. "So even after ... Foyet," Reid couldn't say 'Haley's death' "You didn't say anything to him?"

Dave abruptly turned to him, the look on his face puzzled Reid. "No, we've always been good friends. I was never in love with him, and even if I felt that way, he was emotionally unavailable." The older man moved to hover over him, "Besides, I'd choose you over Aaron any day."

Spencer experienced a moment of panic and delight at the thought that Dave wanted him more than Hotch. It was strange because the feeling should have been the other way around, and it thoroughly confused him. At what moment had his crush on Hotch start to fade? He floundered for something to say, but the older man just pressed a finger to his lips. "Spencer, think about it later. I'm sure you'll figure it out." With that cryptic statement he pulled the bed sheets up and coaxed the young man into an embrace. He turned the lamp off on his side of the bed and settled in for the night. Spencer, on the other hand, lie there trying to put his jumbled thoughts together. The conundrum became too much and he decided to surrender to the sleep threatening to overtake him.