Sorry again guys. Internet was gone for a long time and then I got distracted with a new idea. I'm horrible at keeping my promises ugh 8-( I loved the reviews though. I'll try harder to update more regularly. So today you'll get two chapters to make up for it. C-8 Leave reviews, critiques, likes and follow, my babies!
Both boys sat there, speechless and utterly dumbfounded about what to say or do after an exit like that.
Morgan, after a good minute of silence stopped his gaping and broke into a soft uncontrollable giggle.
Spencer lifted his head from the back of the couch (where he was previously avoiding eye contact by looking straight up at the ceiling). He looked over at Morgan, his lips gradually parting into a toothy grin of amusement.
Morgan keeled over onto his side on the large sectional and held his chest in his painful fit of laughter. He was far drunker than he'd been at New Years, the last time he drank at all.
Reid watched him and couldn't even help but laugh now, not only at the awkward out-pan of the situation and how funny everything was due to the intoxication, but also at just how cute Derek Morgan was when he was as tickled as this.
{Jesus, look at him. Wait, don't- You're staring.}
His eyes squinted shut as he snickered at him, his hair a curly mess and falling in his face. He nearly doubled over at the sight of Derek Morgan laughing himself to tears, now.
After a good ten minutes of giggling and playful shoving and kicking on the sofa, Morgan sat up and reached over to the bottle of strawberry wine Garcia had brought out and began to open it with the corkscrew on his swiss army knife. He panted lightly and spoke weakly as he tried to catch his breath, ''I honestly forgot what I was laughing about half way through- and thats what made me lose it.'' He chuckled again, popping out the cork from the bottle and pouring the crimson liquid into the glasses. He set down the dewey bottle and picked up the glasses, offering one to Reid, who now lay sloppily on the couch, his neck resting at the arm.
The four-eyed prodigy sat up slowly and grabbed the glass, hesitating at the first sip, incase Morgan wanted to make a toast. Which he usually did, when he drank.
''Alright to… Toooo… The birthday boy. May tonight be as special as the last birthday and better than all the next ones. Even though its just boring old Derek Morgan keeping you company.''
{Oh, hush. You're the sole thing I want for my b-}
''Cheers.'' The handsome agent offered to the birthday boy.
''Cheers.'' He countered, smiling widely and clinking his glass delicately against the other's.
''-Oh! I have your gift!'' Morgan quickly set his glass down and jumped over the back of the sofa, rushing across the room to the coat closet.
''Morgan, you really didn't have to-''
''Happy birthday.'' Morgan purred, suddenly right beside Spencer's ear from behind the couch, holding a small box before him.
Spencer shook his head humbly and accepted it. ''I'm not sure how easily I can accept something that looks so… terribly expensive…''
''Oh, don't flatter yourself pretty boy. Whaaaat makes you think you're so special that I'd spend a fortune on you?'' He winked playfully, hopping back over and onto the couch next to him, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind Reid's shoulders.
Spencer Reid hadn't blushed so many times in one night since… Oh. Well, since the night before that one. But there he was again, a rosy tint to his fair cheeks.
''Go 'head. Open it.''
He bit his lip and carefully ripped into the paper covering the petit box. He slid the lid off and peered inside. There was a layer of tissue covering the surface and he removed that as well.
Reid smiled warmly, entirely overjoyed and delighted at what he saw in the little box.
''Do you like it? Is it the right… Color? Texture, material, brand? I remember you saying a few times that you needed a new watch band. I.. Uh, kept the receipt just incase its wrong or doesn't fit. Its okay if it doesn't or if you don't like it…'' He continued to ramble about it as Spencer stayed silent, smiling.
{How could he even remember that.. I only brought up my ratty watch strap once and it was right before falling asleep on a long and tired light back from California…}
Reid grinned and stopped Morgan in the middle of his awkward nervous muttering.
''I love it, Morgan. Its perfect.''
The dark agent's mouth split into a pearly grin and he nodded, sort of unsure of how to reply.
''A-a toast! To.. New watch straps? Yeah?''
''Cheers!''
And they both split into a tiny bout of laughter yet again.
Reid rubbed his eyes gently with his right hand, his left arm… was asleep? He couldn't tell- his eyes were still shut. He could feel the sun beating in from the window across from the bed, which further prompted him to keep them shut.
{Wait… I'm…}
Spencer opened his eyes and let them adjust to the light and setting.
{No… I couldn't be…}
He saw the soft white ceiling, and the room was much dimmer than he initially expected. There was only a thin stream of light erupting from the slightly exposed edge of the window where the curtain had slipped aside just barely.
His hair, significantly tangled and messy, was quickly pushed out of his face to examine where he was laying…
A scantily clad Derek Morgan lie next to him, cheek pressed gently against his feather pillow, stomach to the mattress in a serene slumber. Reid's arm was beneath Derek's heavy torso, which could explain the numbness there. He observed their attire… Or.. Lack there of.
Reid's eyes trailed down the other males sleek, toned back. From his shoulders to all the way down his spine, right to two delicious lower back dimples. The blanket stopped the show right there.
His face grew hot and he looked down at himself, clad only in his boxer briefs.
{Ohhh my god NO we did NOT. We didn't.}
He noted the wine glasses perched precariously on the rail as well as the bedside table.
{Oh my GOD, yes we did!}
He had to get out of there, he couldn't face the awkward morning awkwardness bullshit- that was not in Reid's field of expertise. Plus he had no doubt that Morgan wouldn't remember and would immediately regret it and oh, it was too much for the scraggly kid to bear.
He slowly sat up onto his free arm and gritted his teeth as he carefully slid his hand out from underneath the adonis next to him. He was just passing those chiseled hips as the body that kept them began to stir.
His chest dropped into his own stomach.
Morgan licked his lips and rolled over onto his side, facing the trembling agent. He remained asleep, the sheets resting lower on his hips now.
Spencer's hand was free and with that he nimbly escaped the tangled sheets and stumbled to his feet. His head still reeled from the night before, several flash backs of finishing the first bottle, moving on to the second, dancing..
{God, no we couldn't have… But it sure as hell looks like we did..}
He found his pants on the stairs as well as the rest of his ensemble and pieces of Morgan's. He put them on as he stumbled across them, and finally found his shoes near the couch. He thought it only appropriate after what may or may not have happened last night, to clean up from their drunken shenanigans. He cleaned the wine glasses and took out the trash, he filled Clooney's bowls and tidied up the living room.
With that, he made his way to the door.
He stopped himself at the handle, lingering there to look about. He looked up to the loft, seeing just the edge of the bed from where he stood.
{Should I leave a note? No.. Well I probably DID embarrass myself. I should apologize…}
Reid took care of a few more minor chores before slyly heading out the door, closing it with a soft click. He sighed in relief as he walked to the elevator. Upon his arrival at the lift, another man was already inside the elevator and greeted Spencer with a vaguely judgmental look.
{Is it that obvious? Agh, I should've cleaned myself up or at least looked in the mirror before presenting myself to the public. Atleast I'm only going-}
As it was many times before, Spencer Reid was interrupted mid-thought by his cell phone vibrating in his pocket.
Hotch: Conference room in one hour. No case, but long over due paper work for you all and a mandatory meeting called by Strauss. Your break can resume post-meeting, but Strauss insists that I present this work to you all now.
Called into work. Again. On their ''break''. Atleast Reid didn't have too much to worry about. He always finished his paperwork early and there was literally no way he would be caught being behind on any. But he was a bit concerned about the Strauss thing. It was odd for Hotch to not give at least some detail into the purpose of the meeting- if he had any, which it was probably safe to say that he didn't, at this point.
But now the problem stood right there before him: how to interact with Morgan after what happened.
Morgan woke up to a vibration on his bed side table. The high pitched growl of the phone against the wood made him grit his teeth and snatch it up into his hands.
''Damn. So much for a long weekend, hm.''
He suddenly realized that he was speaking only to himself. He scoped the room from his spot on the bed, scanning for the dorky agent. Nothing. He stood from the bed groggily, grumpily rubbing his eyes and pulling up the briefs that had been lying terribly low on his hips. He pulled on a sweatshirt and made his way down the stairs.
No sign of the other agent anywhere. He pressed his fingers to his temple and leaned against the counter, losing himself in the possible scenarios of last night.
Clooney sat anxiously at Derek's feet, begging to be taken on a walk.
''Alright, Cloo. Fine, fine, fine.''
He pulled on his pants and hooked Clooney up to the leash, stumbling across a small hand written note on the coffee table as he passed by.
Morgan,
I cleaned. I hope you don't mind- it seemed only polite. I apologize for anything I might have said or done last night. I weighed the likelihood of a number of scenarios, and based on my little memory of the night, they're all highly likely to have happened. I am truly sorry. Thank you again for the watch band.
Spencer Reid.
[Shit. Theres no way… Is there? Damn it. Shit. Fuck.]
Morgan looked at the clock by the fridge and sighed.
''Sorry, buddy.''
He unhooked Clooney from the leash and set down a training pad in the laundry room for him. He had exactly no extra time this morning.
Reid got home 41 minutes after exiting Morgans loft. Hardly enough time to do anything. He changed his clothes and sprayed himself with cologne and rushed out the door.
With his usually punctual tendencies, the group was a bit shocked at his 4 minute tardiness as well as his appearance. His hair was… Ridiculous.
He shuffled in just behind the busy and buzzing Penelope Garcia, not bothering to say anything this morning.
They all sat down in an awkward circle of hung over, bed headed, wet headed, fresh out of bed drowsiness. No one saw this meeting coming and no one really looked prepared.
Rossi snickered from across the table, mostly at Spencer and his outrageous bed head.
''Well Reid, you look like you slept well.''