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Virgin! Two: One Angel, Slightly Used
Chapter 36
"Ok?"
Reid swallowed then nodded rapidly. His shaking hands braced on the thick firm surface, knees spread digging in deep. Cuffs rattled as the cold metal sliced through his wrists providing a sharp contrast to the heat pouring off his naked body in waves.
"You remember the rules?"
Clamping his lips tight, he nodded again. No talking. No sound of any kind or he'd get punished. With that. Out of the corner of his eye, he chased the vicious knotted whip as it snaked across deep red cotton. He flinched as nine leather strands climbed over his arms trailing down his back. Feather light, one lone braided strand dipped into his splayed butt cheeks and he bit back his gasp just in time.
Morgan chuckled darkly tossing the flogger to the side. "You won't last."
Reid watched it land at the edge then topple out of sight, the brief threat gone with it. Throwing him a confident smirk, Reid wriggled back impatient, big hands running up and down his flanks. 'Start already' he wanted to scream, his look conveying the same.
"What did I say about you topping from the bottom?"
Reid shivered dropping his head, the low threatening growl dancing over his exposed flesh. Morgan's hands dropped away leaving him achingly bereft. His heart hammering in his chest, ears perked for movement.
"Pushy, pushy bottom!" He heard before the hard fully clothed body draped across his back, skinny arms buckled as a bold hand swiped over the head of his swollen cock. Throwing his head back, Reid bit down hard on his bottom lip swallowing needy moans.
"Baby" Morgan rumbled in his ear. "If you don't follow my rules then I have to break yours."
No! Reid met his eyes awash in panic, mouth opening and closing. He had one rule: no biting on the neck. It always pushed him over the edge too fast and he wanted this to last. The threat of the cat o' nine tails mastered by a domineering lover who would never actually hurt him…he was living his fantasy. If Morgan bit him, he wouldn't – wouldn't – argh! Bright white teeth sunk into his neck, digging into his skin. Reid's balls drew up tight, cock painfully erect as fire raced down his nape exploding in his nerve endings.
Reid's arms gave as he collapsed face first onto the bed escaping the tormenting hands and teeth. Struggling for control, he bit down, copper blooming on his tongue. His hips hovered over the comforter; ass still stuck in the air, any touch to his drooling cock would set him off. Don't come. He begged silently before he dissolved into an incoherent mess trying to stave off orgasm. Complex equations streaked through his mind finally evolving into the one repressed memory of walking in on his Aunt Ethel changing when he was eleven. It worked like a charm, leaving him gasping but unfulfilled.
"Looks like you're learning some control." Morgan hauled him back to his knees stroking his hair gently. Reid leaned into the caress, victorious in his triumph. "You gonna be good now, baby?"
Reid nodded, purrs building in his throat. He loved that tone.
"Much better" Derek praised, beginning to nibble down his spine, sharp stinging bites soothed by his hot mouth. "God you're beautiful!"
With every biting kiss, Reid tugged at the clunky chains attached to their FBI issue handcuffs. Each one circled one of his wrists fastening him securely to the sturdy headboard. He squirmed, sensation buzzing with every touch, aching for release. Every new touch and scrape on his hard nipples fogging his mind. He wanted to scream and beg. Harsh breath tore through his lungs when Morgan draped back over him the bare skin of his chest burning his, starting the erotic torture all over again.
Sharp nips trailed from Reid's nape to the small of his back, a hot tongue drawing circles on his skin lingering then it dipped. An enunciated 'Fuck!' preceded a sharp nip on his left butt cheek. "You make me so hot, baby! My hot fucking angel."
Rocking back ever so slightly, Reid let his body do the begging. As the popped cap echoed loud in the silence, his beating heart sped up, inaudible gasps tearing out of his chest. The faintest whiff of licorice assaulted his senses and he jerked involuntarily as slick fingers coated his crack, thumbing his pucker. Reid swayed lightheaded, letting out a silent broken moan, blood torn between rushing to his face from his flooded groin as the tip of Morgan's tongue touched his rim.
OhGodOhGodOhGod!
That wasn't supposed to feel so…Oh GOD! His brain stopped atanother swipe on his throbbing entrance. Breathing harshly Reid dropped his head to his elbows, feeling his orgasm rush towards him at the foreign sensation. Spreading his legs wider he begged for more, the talented mouth tormenting the tight ring, sucking at his hole until he was a wanton desperate wreck.
He was shocked when "Derek!" fell out of his scratched throat and clamped lips in feminine lilt. Popping up when it happened again.
"Morgan?" He wheezed.
"You lose." Morgan mumbled muffled, the rough burr of his whiskers on Reid's soft sensitive almost undoing him.
"Morgan?" He insisted. "Who's that?"
Morgan sat up with his teasing grin, blanching at the next call of his name. "Christ! That's my mom."
"What?" Reid shrieked. "You gave her a key?"
"Gave? She took a key." Morgan hissed just as desperately. Scrambling off the bed he picked up the discarded shirt dragging it onto his broad shoulders and disappeared into the bathroom.
"Derek?" Reid twisted still firmly cuffed to the headboard. "I need the keys."
"To my place?" Morgan popped back into the open doorway, mouthwash in one hand.
"No, to these." Reid pulled at his wrists, the cuffs rattled but did not give. "Morgan!" He moaned when his boyfriend disappeared again. He spotted the keys, tiny shiny, from where they'd been discarded less than an hour ago. Lying on his side he ignored the burning in his left shoulder from the awkward angle and stretched out his leg towards his target. Just then Morgan reappeared still looking flustered. "Morgan. Keys." He said firmly.
Just then another 'Derek' filled the air. She was close.
Moving fast, Morgan threw the keys toward the bed and vanished out the door. Reid followed the keys as they sailed through the air, smacked the wall above him and dropped behind the bed.
Shiiiittt!
"Great!" Reid murmured. "Just great." Outstretched, he collapsed back to the bed wondering how long he'd have to be trussed up for before he got rescued.
He cursed his luck. What was with everybody's parents bursting in unannounced? His mom would never…well she was locked up in a sanitarium in Las Vegas and his dad was - gone…moving on. First Alex, now Morgan? At least he'd been dressed the first time, wriggling he wrinkled his nose at the slick icky feeling within his crack. He giggled then caught his breath remembering why – Morgan's tongue on him there – maybe next time he could lie on his back and watch him. Was that possible? He worked through the logistics of next time this would happen again.
Next time. After you meet his mom, his mom who doesn't know that he's bisexual or about you. His mom who sets him up with random women every time she's in town – Jerking to his knees, packed with resolve Reid peeped over the edge ignoring the pain. He had to find that key.
Morgan shuffled down the hallway towards the kitchen where he knew he'd find his mom. Pausing in the doorway he rubbed his palms over his face, trying for normal. What was normal after your mother almost busted you with your tongue buried in another man's ass? He took a deep breath, psyching himself up for the coming conversation. Oh God! Why wasn't it working?
"Honey, what are you doing?"
He spun round meeting her puzzled gaze. "Mama." He greeted still being held up by the wall next to him.
"Well…" She quirked a brow at him, a look Desiree frequently copied without the same effect. "Get over here and say hello."
Morgan gave her a brief embrace, ignored the proffered cheek and darted back. You know where your mouth has been. Circling the island, he opened cabinets getting out cups and the Darjeeling tea that only she drank. Finally with the kettle on and no more busy work he turned reluctantly.
"Sit" She pointed at the chair across from her.
"Yes ma'am." Slipping into it he met the calm stare then squirmed focusing on a speck on the floor listening for the whistle of the kettle, thinking she could have taught interrogation techniques in Quantico. He should ask about his family, try and seem normal. Humph! Normal. The absurd urge to giggle crawled up his throat. With his luck Reid would come tumbling in at any second.
With a put upon sigh, she started. "This is like that time you snuck that mangy old rat into the house when I forbade you to have a puppy."
"I was five." Morgan objected. "And I thought it was a small, sick, mostly hairless dog." By the time he was through with his defense she was laughing.
"The point is you hid from me, same way you're doing now." She gave him a knowing look. "The last time you were acting this crazy…"
Buford.
It's like she sensed his discomfort and just dropped it.
"I just need you to look me in the eye and tell me you're okay. I'm not going to ask who you are hiding in your bedroom. I'm not even going to ask why you smell like candy."
Morgan leaned back. Man, the strong scent and taste of licorice really lingered.
"Ma! You could have called."
"Well lately you can't be bothered to pick up phone calls from your mother." She gave him another look. Pause for guilt trip. "Are you okay?"
Morgan took a deep breath at the loaded question. He could continue hiding Reid and his sexuality or he could just tell her. "I'm seeing someone." The words popped out of his mouth in the middle of his debate. At the excited flare in her eyes he rushed in interrupting the flood of questions that would involve several female pronouns. "He's in the bedroom."
Crossing his arms, he braced for a torrent of rejection or acceptance but all she said was one laden, "Oh!"
"Oh?"
"How long has this been going on?"
The damn kettle finally shrieked but Morgan was glued to his seat. "A few weeks." He mumbled. It was the simplest answer without going into the whole shady 'friends with benefits' details.
"Is this what you want for life?"
He knew she meant homosexuality and all the challenges that came with it.
Morgan didn't even need to think about it. There was no doubt that his skinny genius was exactly what he wanted. Forever. "I love him." A faint smile replaced the ache in his chest. It was the first time he had ever said it out loud. Cymbals and bells should have been going off, as places inside him that he didn't know still doubted, settled.
"That's it then." His mother said. The massive revelation must have thrown him off cause it took him a while to realize she was leaving.
"Mama" He caught up with her at the door. "You can not just leave without saying anything."
"Honey," She patted his cheek and gave him a sad smile. "I need to think."
Growing up, Morgan had heard those words enough to know that it meant she needed time to process. She wouldn't be rushed; no amount of argument would hurry her opinion along. It was both better and worse than an outright rejection. A sudden band constricted his chest, he could hardly breathe. He missed his dad so much. He would yell or cry at least you would know exactly where you stood.
"You know I love you." She said.
"I love you too." He murmured, closing the door behind her.
A sharp burst of laughter tore out of him when he walked back into his bedroom and he clutched at the doorjamb surprised he could be this happy, this soon.
"You left me." Reid whined from the position he'd contorted into. He grumbled for a while then said, "Help me. The keys fell under the bed."
Still chuckling Morgan retrieved them, making quick work of the cuffs. Reid's wrists were scraped raw from all his struggling. "Baby, I'm sorry." He traced the abrasions. "I didn't mean to leave you."
"Is she still out there?" Reid whispered, then bit down on his swollen lip. "Are you meeting them – her for dinner?"
"No. I – uh – told her about us."
"Us?" Reid's jaw dropped. "You told your mom? About me?" Morgan could see the wheels turning in his head; every emotion from excitement to sheer joy laid bare. It was heartbreaking to see the hope bleed out of his eyes when no other words were forthcoming. Words like she's right outside and she's dying to meet you again. "Oh!" He mumbled, and then he rallied, his hand grabbing Morgan's. "I'm sorry."
"She will come around." Morgan promised. "She just needs time to think." Kissing him quick, he got up.
"Morgan?" Reid clung to his arm.
"I'm alright pretty boy. I just gotta clean you up." Morgan paused on his way to the bathroom and smiled. "On the upside, I think we just united in your hatred of licorice." There no way he'd ever think of it again without thinking of his mom.