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"I, um, I can handle it from here, Morgan," Spencer said as he tried standing without swaying. "Thanks."
"You know, Pretty Boy, I never thought I'd see you stumbling around your apartment drunk." Although Spencer was leaning toward the side of the couch, resting his hand on its arm, the bookcase directly behind him made Morgan nervous; He didn't want to see the younger man fall into it and knock it over.
"I'm really, I'm not that drunk. I'm fine." Spencer lied. He knew his was inebriated. He knew that he was struggling to even stand on his own. Even worse, he knew that he was not fine. He was attracted to his best friend and colleague. He was attracted to another man.
"You're not fine, Reid."
This reply made Spencer extremely nervous. Although Morgan was only referring to his intoxicated state, Spencer thought that he had somehow been found out. He thought that Morgan had figured out his feelings. He was nervous and scared. His breathing hitched again. His heart raced. He was sure that Morgan had figured him out.
"I, I'm fine."
Morgan drew closer to him. He'd noticed the change in Spencer's breathing; He was no longer breathing through his nose. His body had turned off, as it had been doing all day, and Spencer also noticed that he hadn't been breathing, yet again. His lungs were desperate for oxygen, so he parted his lips in an effort to catch his breath. Spencer was breathing through his mouth, and Morgan, also repeating the day's events, couldn't take his eyes off of it. He watched Spencer's chest rise and fall as his lips remained parted. They were so inviting. Morgan couldn't help but stare at them as he continued to step closer to his friend without even realizing it. Morgan's body was doing what it had caused Spencer's body to stop doing all day- it was acting on instinct. Morgan didn't have to think about walking toward Spencer. Morgan didn't have to tell himself to. Morgan didn't even have to acknolwedge the fact that he wanted to. His body simply acted on instinct.
As the older man approached him, Spencer's breathing became even more erratic. He was sure that his heart would beat out of his chest. He could smell Morgan's cologne. He could feel the air that escaped from Morgan's lips on his skin.
Morgan lifted his hand up to Spencer's face and rested its palm on his jaw as he brushed his thumb along Spencer's lower lip. Spencer naturally drew his head back at the idea of any touch, and it was stopped by the bookshelf. He had nowhere to go. With furrowed brows, he gazed at his friend with uncertainy, excitement, and fear. He had no idea what this gesture meant.
He felt safe in thinking that Morgan wasn't going to rough him up. As a child prodigy in a public school in Las Vegas, Spencer knew every action that would lead to a clobbering. Aside from that, this act seemed more friendly to Spencer than aggressive. He decided to think about his friendships. While he really only had his teammates as friends, none of them had ever touched him or each other in this way. Even Garcia, with her loving personality and undoubtably close friendship with Morgan, had never touched anyone like this. At least not where Spencer could see. This arroused another thought in Spencer's mind- not where he could see. Could this be an act of intimacy? Spencer had no real experience with human intimacy aside from his kiss with Lila, and she didn't touch his face before she kissed him. He'd also never read a description of this act in any of his research on human sexuality. Then again, the research was focused on the brain and what happened to it during intercourse; There was no mention of what happened before it or what led up to it. Spencer didn't know what exactly, but he imagined there was some type of closeness that occured before the act of physical, penetrating love. And, right now, Morgan was defintiely close to him. The idea that Morgan may be trying to provide the pair with intimacy made Spencer feel as though he'd pass out, and it brought him back from his everwandering mind to Morgan, here in his home, touching his lips.
"M-Morgan," Spencer shyly stuttered.
"It's ok, Pretty Boy," Morgan replied without losing a bit of confidence or nonchalance. "I've got you."
Morgan's voice was almost a whisper. While it remained assertive, it was sultry and seductive. It caused Spencer's erratic breathing to worsen, his heart to rush, and his blood to flow. Instinctively, Spencer bit his lip in nervousness which sent Morgan over the edge and, without warning, Morgan pushed his lips onto Spencer's.