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AN: Yes, Alex is a good guy. You didn't see that coming, did ya? (I need to work on my evil laugh and my smack talk – it's not great!) I think Morgan needs some real competition from a guy who isn't a murderous psychopath.
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Chapter 9
Days at the BAU in-between cases were incredibly boring. Reid watched the clock as each second stretched to the very limit as if taunting him. It was pure torture. He'd done all his paperwork then JJ's and Emily's. The only bright spot was the occasional bleep of his phone. Alex was stuck in meetings all day just as bored as he was. They'd made plans to meet up at Morrison's with the rest of the team, which was one of the reasons, Reid was so anxious. He wanted to tell him that he was ready for more – maybe.
They'd been going out for a while but hadn't progressed much beyond kissing. Alex had been incredibly patient with him backing up every time Reid tensed up. When they did make out it was nice but did not elicit the intense reactions he was used to. Morgan's touches were the only time his brain actually shut off and focused on pleasure. Morgan was the only person he could talk to about it and he was somewhere in Miami probably drowning in women not giving Reid a second thought.
Speculating about Morgan always unsettled him. This time was no different and he got up to get some coffee hoping the potent brew would distract him from a naked Derek Morgan touching somebody that wasn't him. Reid took the long way round when he saw Sam coming she was nice enough but she talked a lot, touched him a lot too. Subtle grazes on his shoulder and arm were a frequent occurrence. He didn't want to come right out and say he wasn't interested. It seemed presumptuous and arrogant especially since she had not said anything outright.
The elevator dinged and opened when Reid came strolling down the hall, cup in hand. Morgan? He shook his head to clear it but when he looked up again Morgan stood there with an enigmatic smile just looking back at him as the doors closed behind him. He froze.
It wasn't till Garcia shoved him aside and flew into Morgan's arms that he realized it wasn't a dream. To be fair Reid thought about him far too often. He replayed all their encounters every chance he got and even once chased down a tall bald black man down the street before he realized he wasn't the one he sought. He wanted to run not yet sure which direction he'd go but his legs refused to cooperate.
Prentiss bumped his right shoulder tossing him out of range of the riptide as more agents converged on the elevator congratulating the conquering hero, eager to bask in his reflected glory. Reid had avoided listening to Morgan's exploits leaving the room every time his name came up. Now he was flooded with information; two drug cartels funded by warring diplomats were taken down, an international incident avoided. Reid should have been impressed. Proud even. But Morgan had left him behind not called or written in 53 days, 7 hours and 32 minutes including the ten days Reid had pined for him. It was reason enough to turn his back and walk away but he couldn't.
Garcia was a force to be reckoned with and she herded them all to the bar holding on tight to Morgan demanding to hear everything. She had shot down all of Reid's halfhearted excuses; only Hotch and Rossi had come up with valid reasons to escape her machinations. Reid trailed two steps behind them as they were led to their usual table he wondered if this' what people meant by 'magnetic attraction'. Being unable to move, powerless against this man that owned him. Morgan looked tired beat up as he rubbed at a brand new scar that snaked down the side of his neck and disappeared into the back of his shirt.
As soon as they got to the table the girls disappeared to the bathroom, going all together in that weird way women always did. Reid took his chance and slipped into the seat next to Morgan. Words crowded his brain eager to shoot out his mouth but he held back. None of them sounded right.
Agitated Reid shifted his chair again closing the gap between them. Their thighs brushed before pressing together. If he got any closer they'd merge into one messed up human being. His fingers smoothed out the folds in the cotton tablecloth it felt good to take a breath without worry as a constant companion. Morgan sat unaffected next to him. Occasionally he glanced at the back like he was wondering whether the girls would get back in time to save him.
"You left." At the last second Reid bit back the 'me' it was too needy even for him.
"Are you happy?" Morgan asked instead.
"I –" Their eyes met. Reid could feel the quaking start deep inside. He looked away blinking rapidly to clear the growing moisture. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Morgan's laugh was dark and brittle as he rose from his seat. He gestured towards the entrance. "Well, here comes your man you two should go work on being 'happier'."
Reid dodged Alex's greeting the soft lips landing on his cheek instead. Over the bobbing heads he saw Morgan disappearing out the back door. He quickly mumbled an excuse and went after him determined to get some answers. He found Morgan at the far end of the alley pacing like a caged animal.
"What do you want?" Morgan growled.
Reid cowardly fell to the safe answer. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Go back inside Reid. There's only one reason you'd be skulking in alleys with me."
"I thought we were…"
"What? Friends? Lovers? You got everything you wanted. Why are you out here?"
"I didn't get – everything." At those drawn out words Morgan gave him a dirty smile stalking him until Reid pressed shivering against the filthy wall.
"You want me to fuck you? Is that it?" The back of Morgan's fingers trailed up his neck. "If I say no will you beg?"
Need surged through Reid nerve endings sparking at their base and elemental connection. He licked his lips nodding when words refused to come almost weeping with gratitude when Morgan ripped off his tie. He let out a wail of dismay when big hands yanked his behind his back the black material looped rapidly around his bony wrists.
Slight numbing began to spread through his hands as the silk tie cut off the blood supply to his extremities. He struggled to free himself itching to touch the dark skin.
"No" Morgan ground out as he gripped Reid's hair and roughly pulled his head back. A big thumb traced the line of Reid's lush pink lips. "You don't get to touch me."
Reid's ribs rose and fell fast and fearful. The rough wall behind him dug painfully into his elbows and backside but nothing could shift his focus from the man who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "Kiss me." He whimpered as Morgan hovered oh so close.
Hot lips slashed over his, plundering his mouth. Reid moaned and jerked as branding touches raced over his pale skin. Morgan was rough and it hurt so so good. Every scrape of nails and teeth sent him spiraling down a rabbit hole of desire.
Hands tore at the buttons of his pants the grip on his cock was hard not quite painful. Reid thrust forward balancing desperately on the wall by the tips of his numb fingers. More. He had to have more. He trembled, rhythmically churning his hips. Calloused fingers worked around his swollen head in a twisting motion, sharp teeth buried in his neck. His heart thundered in his chest, fire racing through his veins as Morgan pulled him apart then put him back together.
Reid sobbed as he came, head thrown back, pleasure exploding in his center. Only Morgan could make him feel like this. Like they were the only two people in the world. He would chase that feeling to the end of time satisfying every urge. Nothing and no one else mattered. He was an addict who'd found his next drug.
He rubbed at his shaky tingly hands when Morgan released him.
"Clean up before you go back inside." A quick kiss brushed his forehead and he was gone.
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