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Falling from Pedestals

Chapter 7

Morgan tilted his chair back balancing onto the two flimsy legs. Just a little more. A little – there it was. Well-worn jeans scrubbed white in some places covered the most perfectly shaped butt, high round cheeks straining against the flimsy fabric as Reid unloaded the dishwasher. This was the favorite part of his day; actually any time Reid bent over was the best part of his day. Morgan tilted further back watching them bob. Since Reid moved in with him, it had become equal part indescribable pleasure and absolute torture and he looked forward to it every single day.

Up and down they bobbed. Morgan could swear he was being hypnotized because the desire to sink his teeth into those meaty cheeks was becoming harder to ignore. He licked the points of his canine, mouth watering. Pushing even further, he hang onto the marble island with the tips of his fingers filthy fantasies growing, other parts of him growing as well. More. A lumpy sticky mess hit him in the face and he wobbled losing his grip and crashing to the floor as the gooey projectile slithered down his neck. With a loud bang the chair splintered his head slamming into a cabinet.

Dazed, it took him a second to clear his head. He could swear he could hear cartoon angels cackling. Quickly identifying it as the high-pitched giggle of his fantasies offspring, Daisy who shrieked with laughter and clapped with delight.

Reid jumped at the crash; heart racing. His first thought that Daisy had fallen off her makeshift high chair only to find Morgan flat on his back, mashed yellow banana coating the side of his face, dripping to his crisp white shirt. Daisy's laughter filled the small space as he rushed to help him up.

"I'm so sorry." Reid mumbled attacking his face with a wet washcloth. "I think her terrible twos maybe approaching faster than I anticipated."

In his haste to fix things he ripped Morgan's jacket off his back and it wasn't until his fingers were tripping down his chest flicking open buttons that he realized that he was stripping him - in his kitchen - in the morning - with his daughter a few feet away.

"Um!" He dropped eyes devouring the exposed brown skin, his fingers lingering on the heat running across his six pack of their own accord.

At Morgan's groan he snapped out of it stepping back. God he couldn't seem to stop assaulting him. "I am uh sorry", he could see the skin ripple Morgan's heart beating through the open shirt. He grabbed the black jacket off the floor shoving it at him. "You could take that off…." He swallowed when it came out breathy and sexual. He was losing it. "I will wash it for you."

The distance between them wasn't enough and Reid slithered round the table trying to alleviate the dangerous sexual tension between them that he was convinced was one sided. In the two weeks since he'd moved in, all he could think about was Morgan. The way his skin had felt under his, the thick ridge of his cock head tonguing the slit as it seeped darkly sweet on his tongue. Bad idea! He scolded shaking his head.

"I-I-" His speech dissolved into a garbled mess when Morgan took the shirt off. "I – " Damn it! He felt nineteen again. Like the very first day they'd met when he couldn't speak and couldn't think. Morgan shouldn't still have this effect on him. He had lived done things with other guys, when Morgan spun around Reid started drooling. The dark lines of his tattoo begged to be traced with his tongue. Christ! Would he never learn?

Reid turned from the tempting sight focusing on Daisy who'd coated the table, bib, face and hair with banana. She grinned at him, her barely there front teeth gleaming in a sea of yellow. "Come on" He picked her up holding her off his chest, her chubby feet kicking in the air as he walked away. "Put it in the laundry basket. I'll get to it later." He yelled to Morgan. Don't look back. Do not look back. He chanted to himself. You are a dad not a teenager. You can control yourself.

Reaching their bedroom he wiped Daisy down redressing her all the while berating himself. His skin felt tight, hot, too small to contain his aching desires. It had not been as bad when he was younger. He knew that he had wanted Derek desired him but it was a virgin's desire for the unknown. Now he knew what it was like to be held down by a man taken by his long thick cock, pummeled, fucked. He wanted him. Craved him. Most nights he woke up in a sweat, half out of bed prepared to go to him, driven mad with the lust for him. Thank God his daughter now slept in her own crib.

"God" His forehead touched Daisy's as she cooed. "Daddy's an imbecile."

Derek had a girlfriend. He'd seen her and those legs were enough to give even a gay man ideas. At the sound of Morgan's boots on the stairs, he bundled Daisy up pulling the bright pink cap over her head. "You are going to be okay. Just act normal."

"Hey, are you ready?" Morgan asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah"" Reid threw him a nervous smile gathering Daisy's belongings, carrying three of everything even though they had spares at the daycare center.

They fell easily into their now established morning routine, both of them piling into the SUV. Morgan loading up their stuff as Reid strapped Daisy in. Small talk filled most of their journey, trading easy details about their days.

When they parked outside Little Acorns, Reid showered Daisy with kisses before handing her over to Austin. The pretty dark haired woman smiled easily at him. He remembered the first day he'd dropped Daisy off. He'd cried so hard she'd let him stay. His eyes had been swollen, nose red and snotty but he was too miserable to be embarrassed. It happened again the day after that and the day after that until the fourth day when Morgan insisted he remain in the car.

Now he had gotten a job and a life sort of. He couldn't believe how much everything had changed in two weeks. How safe he felt for the first time in a long while and how driven he felt to take care of the household chores like it was their home. Somehow despite how often Morgan told him he didn't need to, he'd turned into the little woman, taking care of his man and child. Knowing he was on thin ice Reid focused on the road and tried not to think.

Morgan gripped the steering wheel lightly, following Reid's instructions to his new job. When Reid had run Daisy into the daycare, he had taken the chance to slam his head into the soft padding and berated himself for his clumsiness. So, so smooth. You idiot. By the time Reid had emerged, no tears this time thank god, he'd regained some semblance of calm, cool, a thin veneer of adulthood that he hoped fooled him. He wasn't sure how he kept up his end of the conversation or even what he'd said in an attempt not to look foolish after his fall.

"Hey" He called when Reid jumped out of his car, picking up his ratty messenger bag. He scanned the area puzzled; they were nowhere near any corporate or educational organizations of any kind. "I'm not late, I can drop you off." He offered.

"You have." Reid said pointing proudly at the large bright 'The Savory Sweet' sign just behind him.

"That's a coffee shop." Morgan said flatly. Reid had numerous degrees and an off the charts IQ. What the hell was he doing?

Reid's face fell immediately. "It's a gourmet coffee shop…" he mumbled. Tossing the 'gourmet' in there like it made a difference. He toed the ground feeling ashamed again. He had been so happy to get hired even as a barista. "…and bakery."

"I'm sorry." Morgan rushed to cover up his blunder remembering too late that he wasn't supposed to control him. "It's an okay job and you love coffee." But the damage was done as Reid gave him a miserable wave and walked off.

"Idiot!" He muttered again hitting his head on the wheel.