Oh god! I am so supremely sorry for this long overdue update! My muse was on some sort of vacation and I couldn't get anything written, especially when I only had short half hour breaks to do it. But it's done now and it's long and I know a lot of you who are going to be happy :)
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Chapter Four:
It was nearly seven when Reid heard the shower finally turn off.
The day had been long and Reid had fortunately found a small bookshelf in a rec room off the side of the laundry room. Unfortunately he'd had to read the book very deliberately slowly. "If the unsub catches you whipping through them like they have one word per page, he's going to smell something's up." Morgan had chided him, so Reid had to force himself to read through the book extremely slowly.
Between that and Morgan's persistence in making Reid eat a solid meal every four hours or so, the day couldn't have been much slower.
Reid could hear Morgan moving around the bedroom from his spot on the couch, looking for something to wear and the younger agent sighed.
Morgan was still insistent on going to the dance club even though Reid had made his best attempt to convince him it wasn't a good idea. He had warned him about everything that could or would go wrong but Morgan had just laughed.
"Don't worry. We'll just go and get a couple drinks in you and the rest of the evening will be harmless." He'd said.
Harmless. Right.
"Ready to go, pretty boy?" Morgan asked, walking out of the bedroom.
"What's the point of showering if you're just going to go out and dance anyways?" Reid asked, turning around and shutting up at the sight of Morgan.
He was wearing a pair of light wash jeans and a tight black V-necked long sleeve shirt. If the man flexed any muscle at all, be it intentional or because he was simply walking, you'd be able to see it work.
"The point is to look your best, and smelling good isn't a bad thing either." Morgan said somewhat sarcastically, but still smiling. "So are you ready to go or what?"
Reid gulped. "Uh, yeah, I guess I am." He said, putting his book down and standing.
Morgan gave him a once over. "You're going to wear that?"
Reid looked down at himself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"That's what you wear everyday."
Reid frowned. "So? What do people at clubs wear?"
Morgan sighed. "It doesn't matter. Let's go."
"No," Reid pouted. "What do they wear? What's wrong with this?"
"Nothing, it's fine."
Reid gave Morgan a long, insecure stare. "Derek, I don't want to go to this thing at all, but I certainly don't want to go looking like an idiot."
"You won't look like an idiot."
Reid nodded slowly. "Have you ever seen someone in a club dressed like this?" He asked uncertainly and Morgan shook his head.
Morgan nodded. "Okay, lets go look at what else you can wear." Morgan began walking to the bedroom but stopped when he realized Reid wasn't following him.
"Are you coming?" He asked, confused.
"Er… You're not going to find anything in there."
Morgan frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I was under the impression that this was going to be a normal case. All of the stuff I brought is going to look exactly like this." Reid fidgeted.
Morgan seemed to contemplate him for a bit.
"There's a men's store in town…" He said, biting his lip. "We could go get you an outfit."
"Will that look suspicious?"
"I'm not sure," Morgan admitted.
They both stood in silence for a moment.
"It shouldn't." Reid said after a few moments for silence.
"Why not?"
"On our walk you asked if we should go out and when I said 'where' you answered with 'There's a dance club in town.' This suggests that we've never been so it wouldn't seem odd if I didn't have any clothes for it."
Morgan nodded. "Alright, it's settled then. We'll go to the store and get you some clothes and then to the club." Morgan walked towards the door and held it open for Reid, who grabbed his coat before walking outside.
The two of them climbed into the car and pulled out of the driveway. When they were on the highway, Morgan turned on the radio and searched until he found a station that was playing rap music. The black agent bobbed his head to the beat and tapped on the steering wheel.
Reid winced at the lyrics. They weren't violent but they had plenty of sexual connotations and although he didn't understand half of what the singers were saying, he didn't think they were being very respectful of women.
"Why do you listen to this stuff?" Reid asked.
"What do you mean?"
Reid shrugged. "These guys aren't being very nice to their 'bitches' or 'hoes' are they?" Reid asked, making the quotation marks in the air.
Morgan frowned. "I can turn it off if you want."
Reid shrugged. "It's not that big a deal, I'm just curious as to why you find it endearing."
"I like the beats," Morgan said simply and Reid nodded. It's not like he thought that Morgan would ever actually behave this way towards anyone, he just wondered why the older agent was okay listening to other people do it.
Eventually the song ended and another came on that wasn't nearly as bad, so Reid relaxed. The rest of the ride was basically silent as the two agents listened to the music and became lost in their own thoughts.
Finally they got to the town and as they were looking for the store, Reid's phone rang. Checking the ID he saw it was Garcia and pressed speaker.
"Hey Garcia."
"Hello you two," Came the happy tech's voice. "I called the house but you weren't there. So I'm guessing Morgan got Reid to agree to go to the club."
Reid smiled. "Yeah, we have to go get me an outfit first though. Hey, do you think you could get us a satellite on the nearest men's wear store? We can't seem to find it."
"Can do," They heard the tapping of fingers on a keyboard. "There's one on Wilshire and Beckett."
"Great, thanks."
"No problemo. Anyways, I was calling because our guy seemed to have left his hideout and I wanted you guys to know, but if you're in town then that's probably where he is too so nevermind."
"Okay, thanks, baby girl."
"For sure. Let me know if you need me, love."
"Will do, bye." Reid hung up just as they pulled into the block plaza and parked in front of the store.
"Ready?" Morgan asked.
Reid nodded and they both got out of the car. Inside the store was warm and Reid had barely anytime to look around when Morgan was already dragging him off to the side where there were jeans lain out on a table.
"Here," Morgan said matter-of-factly and handed a pair to Reid. The younger agent looked warily at the small jeans and then took them before looking on the inside tag.
"Derek, these are too small. I'm not that tiny."
Morgan shook his head. "The size of pants you wear are at least two sizes too big. These are what you should be wearing."
Reid looked doubtfully at the dark wash jeans. They honestly looked way to small, but he shrugged.
"You're the boss."
Morgan smiled. "You know it," He joked before turning and walking towards some shirts that were V-neck like his. He took a few moments of looking around before selecting a burgundy red colored one from the batch. He held it up to Reid before nodding and stuffing it into Reid's hands.
"There you go. Take these to the change rooms."
Reid opened his mouth to say something, but Morgan shook his head. "Go now."
Reid pouted but did as he was told and walked to the change rooms with Morgan in tow.
"What if these look weird?" He asked as he entered a stall and closed the door behind him.
"They won't." Came Morgan's response through the door.
"But-" Reid tried to protest.
"If it looks weird then we try something else. Now shut up and try the clothes on."
Reid stuck his tongue out at the door and turned to the shirt and jeans. He stripped off his own shirt first and then squeezed into the V-neck.
"Derek, this shirt is tiny!" He said, pulling at the tight fabric.
"Did it go all the way on?" Morgan asked.
"Yeah…"
"Then it's the right fit."
"But it's clinging!"
Reid heard Morgan sigh. "It's supposed to cling."
Reid muttered something about that being stupid and then took off his pants. He really was not looking forward to trying to squeeze into the jeans, but he reluctantly picked them up anyways.
The pants did fit, but it took some wiggling to get them all the way up and when they were finally buttoned Reid looked down and frowned.
"These make me look ridiculous." He said, frustrated.
"Let me see."
"No," Reid shook his head. "I don't even want to see."
"Come out now, Spencer."
Reid smiled a little at Morgan saying his first name but still shook his head. "No, it's no good."
"Spencer, I swear to god…"
Reid sighed and gave up. Slowly he opened the door to show Morgan.
"Damn, where've you been hiding all that, pretty boy?"
"All what?" Reid asked.
Morgan just shook his head. "Never mind. Let's go."
"Go? But these clothes-"
Morgan grabbed the kid's shoulder and turned him to face the mirror between changing stalls.
Reid gave himself a one over. Sure, the clothes were tight, but he couldn't deny that they looked good. The shirt showed a large portion of his smooth chest and even he was surprised by the look of his collarbones and sternum. He liked the way the shirts sleeves gave off the impression that his biceps were bigger than they actually were and the way the fabric moved with him when he shifted his weight. The pants were still ridiculously tight but even though Reid would never admit it, he loved his legs. They were long and shapely and a boyfriend of his in university had once described them as 'mile-long legs any model would be jealous of'. That, and his butt wasn't half-bad either and these jeans accentuated them both nicely.
"Oh," Reid said sheepishly.
"See?" Morgan asked, smacking Reid's ass and making the younger agent jump and yelp. Morgan laughed and then leaned down ripping the tag off the jeans and shirt and taking them to the counter with Reid and his other clothes in tow.
Morgan flashed his best smile at the cashier so she wouldn't get mad that he had taken the tags off of the clothes. Reid paid for the items and there was an awkward moment as the girl had to lean over the counter to get the security tag off Reid's ass but eventually the two men made it out of there and back to the car.
Reid vocalizing all his worries and fidgeting and pulling at the too tight clothing occupied the drive to the club. And Morgan just sat through it shaking his head. "You look fine, pretty boy. No ones going to think you're out of place. Some girls might even take a fancy to you."
Reid rolled his eyes. "Morgan, I'm supposed to be gay, remember? I can't pay attention to girls in a club."
Morgan laughed. "I know, but that doesn't mean they won't try."
When they finally pulled up in front of "Pulse" Reid but his lip.
"Ready to go, sweet thang?"
Reid shrugged. "I guess."
Morgan looked at him for a while. "Reid, it's going to be fine. Don't worry."
Reid managed a slight smile before climbing out of the car. He walked to the front of it and was almost immediately greeted by a flock of girls headed their way.
"Heyyy," One girl sang. "What's your name?"
"Uh, I'm Spencer."
"You're a cutie."
The other girls nodded in agreement.
"Sorry, ladies." Came Morgan's voice behind him. "He's taken." He threw an arm around Reid's shoulder and kissed his temple.
A couple girls pouted while the others giggled and whispered to each other. Morgan steered Reid away to the line up outside the club, laughing.
"I told you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're so perceptive." Reid said sarcastically.
Morgan laughed and the line moved forward. It was only about five minutes before they were at the front. The bouncer waved Morgan in and then stopped Reid.
"ID please." He stated gruffly.
"What? I'm twenty-seven!"
"ID please." He barked.
Reid rolled his eyes and yanked his wallet out of his pocket and flipped it open so the bouncer was looking at his FBI credentials.
The bouncer's eyes widened and he nodded. "So sorry," He said and waved Reid through to a laughing Morgan.
"That was hilarious!" He gasped.
"Yeah, real funny. I can't believe I just got IDed."
"That was simply priceless!"
Reid scowled. "I need a drink." He huffed, pushing his way through the mass of sweaty bodies towards the bar. When he got there, the male bartender came up to him.
"What can I get you?"
"A shot of tequila and three fingers of rum." He said and felt organ's presence behind him.
"And you?" The bar tender asked.
"Same as him, but make the sibling a whiskey."
The barman nodded and walked off.
"I didn't know you liked rum." Morgan said, sitting down on one of the stools.
"I didn't know you liked whiskey." Reid retorted, taking the other.
"You shouldn't have flashed your badge like that. Our guy could've been watching." Morgan frowned.
"Yeah, sorry. I was just frustrated."
Morgan laughed. "I would have been too if I'd just been carded at the door."
Reid rolled his eyes but smiled anyways as the bartender returned.
"Bottom's up." Reid toasted before he threw back the tequila.
Morgan made a face but did the same with his then both of them switched immediately to their larger drinks.
"I hate tequila." Morgan winced.
"Why'd you get a shot then?" Reid smiled, liking the warmth going down his throat.
"I'm not going to let you out drink me."
"It's not a competition, Derek. Besides, you have to drive."
"Oh, I know. But I hold my liquor much better than you, and I intend to prove it."
Reid raised an eyebrow. "Fine," He said and then chugged back his rum to a wide-eyed Morgan and then held up his hand to the bartender for another shot.
"Don't hurt yourself." Morgan said, uneasiness ebbing his voice.
"I won't," Reid retorted and took the next shot from the bartender, throwing that back as well. "But you're going to make me dance, and I dance better drunk."
Morgan stared for a long time before raising his glass and tossing it back as well. "Touché, kid."
After two more shots for Reid and one for Morgan the older agent took Reid's hand.
"We're dancing now."
Reid shook his head. "I'm not nearly drunk enough." He said sliding off his stool rather clumsily.
"You look pretty drunk to me," Morgan laughed, taking in Reid's pink cheeks.
"Wait," Reid said, looking around curiously. "Is our guy here?"
"In the booth in the corner." Morgan nodded, pulling Reid's hand again. "He's waiting for the show."
Reid thought for a few moments before nodding.
"Well, let's give him a show then." He said, striding out onto the dance floor and taking Morgan with him.
When they got close enough to the middle. Reid spun around to face Morgan and began moving to the beat, putting his arms up over his head and swaying his hips. Reid had never been a bad dancer; he just didn't like it that much, but when he was drunk, it really didn't concern him all that much.
Morgan started moving as well, smiling down at Reid while rolling his own hips.
"I haven't been dancing in so long!" Reid laughed and kept his movements going, Morgan caught some other men staring at him but gave them the evil eye so they'd back off.
"I didn't know you could dance!" Morgan shouted over the music, smiling.
"Come on, Derek! I may be klutzy but that doesn't mean I can't shake my ass!" Reid laughed.
Morgan gave Reid a somewhat skeptical look.
"You're really drunk."
"I'm not that bad." Reid giggled, stumbling forward and using Morgan's chest for support.
"Yes, you are."
Reid just shook his head though and slowed as the music came to a stop. As a new song came on he grinned up at Morgan.
"I heard this song on the radio a few nights ago!" He exclaimed and began moving again while singing to the song. It was off key, but Rid didn't care.
"You only heard it a few nights ago and you know all the words?" Morgan asked.
"Eidetic memory, remember? I do," Reid giggled and began gyrating his hips to the song's beat, no longer caring how tight his clothes were. He put his hands over his head and began rolling his hip in a manner that made it appear he was trying to have sex with the air.
"Is he watching?" Reid asked, slurring his words slightly.
Morgan glanced around. "He's moved to the bar to get a better view of us."
Reid smirked. "He can get a better view of this." He turned and blatantly shoved his ass into Morgan's groin. The older man laughed but played along and grabbed the younger agents slim hips, moving the two of them in time with each other while puling Reid closer.
Reid reached behind him and grabbed Morgan's neck, pressing his back and Morgan's chest even closer together. He dipped his hips and then pushed back up, moving back and forth to keep friction between them.
Reid felt Morgan slide his hands lower on his hips, getting a better grip so they could move more fluidly.
"And where did you learn to dance like this?" Morgan growled in his ear.
"You'd be surprised with my knowledge of moving my body, Derek. You'd be surprised."
Morgan laughed. "I'm sure I would."
Reid laughed too and turned so he was face to face with Morgan. He wrapped his arms around Morgan's neck and pressed their chests together. He slid one leg between Morgan's thighs so he was practically riding the older man's leg.
Morgan had no hesitation of running his hands down Reid's back and cupping the genius's ass, pulling him upwards.
"Do you think maybe he's gay?" Reid asked and Morgan gave him a funny look.
"The unsub." Reid explained. "Do you think he hates gays because he's gay?"
Morgan frowned. "I'm not sure. Maybe. But it's a weird concept."
Reid shrugged. "It might be his reason for doing this though. Maybe he was rejected by a gay friend or acquaintance and never lived it down."
"You can think like this when you're drunk?"
Reid clutched the back of Morgan's neck and leaned in close to his ear.
"I can think of tonnes of things when I'm drunk." He whispered then pulled back and watched Morgan's eyebrows rise slowly as he processed what Reid had just said.
"Really?" He asked, almost unsure.
Reid smiled and rolled his eyes and before he really thought through what he was doing he leaned in and pressed his mouth snug against Morgan's. This time he wasn't careful and opened his mouth, sucking on Morgan's bottom lip.
It took the older agent a second before he responded, but suddenly his hands were clutching Reid's ass tighter and bowing into him. His mouth was working fervently against Reid's and the genius could do nothing but hold onto the back of Morgan's neck for dear life. The two of them were still moving, but it was more of a sensual - yet still stimulating - sort of sway.
Reid felt one of Morgan's hands move up to his back so he was supported while the other went so far between Reid's legs that the younger man groaned at the rousing sensation.
Reid felt Morgan move his mouth down the other agent's neck and it took Reid a full five seconds before he realized what they were supposed to be doing and that they weren't actually doing this.
"Um," Reid started. "I, uh… We're not…. Um…"
Morgan moved his head back and looked Reid in the eye. He seemed confused for a second before something that looked like understanding dawned on him.
"I n-need… I need another drink." Reid pushed away from him and was about to walk away when he realized that it would look suspicious to the unsub.
"Are you okay?" Morgan asked looking worried.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Sorry, about that. I guess I just got… carried away."
"Yeah," Reid said biting his lip. "Yeah, me too."
"Excuse me," Came a voice from behind them and the two boys turned to see two girls looking at the.
"Yes?"
One of the girls turned to the other and giggled. She turned back and straightened her gaze.
"We couldn't help but notice you two and we were wondering if you guys were up for something… a little but kinky?" She asked.
Morgan smiled. "Thanks so much girls, but we're not really into that stuff. At least my boyfriend isn't." He said, wrapping an arm around Reid. "Thank you for your offer, though."
The girl nodded. "Alright, well, have a good night, you two." She said, giving them a last smile before walking off with whom they assumed was her girlfriend in tow.
"That was strange," Reid muttered as the two girls left.
"That's what happens when two great looking guys go out to a club." Morgan laughed. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah," Reid waved his hand. "Just… just… yeah."
Morgan nodded. "Yeah," He smiled.
"Shall we continue dancing?" Reid asked.
Morgan smiled. "Sure,"
They stayed on the dance floor for about another twenty minutes, but Reid made sure he kept his back against Morgan's chest and that he didn't turn around. He didn't want to get into another uncontrollable situation.
He was still shamelessly aroused by the whole idea of dirty dancing with Morgan, though.
He made sure to keep pressing his ass tighter to Morgan's groin and kept dipping and bending so that the older agent wouldn't detect any concern or worry in Reid's actions.
After the twenty minutes went by, Morgan grabbed Reid's arm.
"I'm getting tired. Are you?"
Reid nodded. "I think the alcohol is catching up with me." He grinned sheepishly.
"I'm not surprised." Morgan laughed. "Seriously, why did you think you could hold that much?"
Reid shrugged. "I was under no illusion I could hold that amount of alcohol without getting completely sloshed."
"Sloshed?"
"Whatever," Reid dismissed it with a wave of his hand.
Morgan smiled, took Reid's hand and led him off the floor and out the club door. The cool night air was refreshing and Reid took a deep gulp of it. They were halfway to the car when Reid pulled on Morgan's hand.
"I'm hungry. Are you?"
Morgan smiled and looked behind him, seeing their guy leaving the club doors as well. He turned back to the genius and kissed him lightly on the mouth.
"Starved."
Eeeeeee! Some sexy club times ;) yay!
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