*tap dances onto your screen* ta da! Behold it is I, bringing joy and awkward Reid!sex to you when you least expect it!

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"Oh fucking hell." Morgan cursed quietly as Reid jumped up all flustered.

"Sorry Hotch I'll be there in a minute!" Reid called, making panic eyes at Morgan and mouthing 'oh my god!'

He looked so comically mortified then, his hands clutching two chunks of his hair, and an obvious erection tenting his underwear. Morgan couldn't help laughing even though he knew he was just as screwed as Reid in that department. Reid started laughing as well, clapping a hand over his mouth. He motioned for Morgan to go to the bathroom and sort himself out. Morgan jumped up and obeyed, picking his shirt up from under the table.

Reid closed his bathrobe and tied it firmly, and tried to make his hair look less like somebody had been running their fingers through it, then opened the door for Hotch, who was looking as stern and pristine as always.

"Hello...ahh come in." Reid stuttered slightly, convinced Hotch would read the smutty truth in his voice and body language. And he dreaded what he'd come here to talk about. Even so, it was nice to see him. He'd missed their stoic, rock-steady unit chief.

Hotch nodded and followed him into the living room. "I see Morgan got here okay." He said, looking at the (unused) bedding still on the couch.

"Uh yeah, he's just in the bathroom I think."

The bathroom door opened and Morgan stepped, shirt back on his body.

"Speak of the devil." Reid laughed nervously and looked at his toes.

"Hotch, hey." Morgan said, cool as a cucumber.

"I just wanted to check on you both. You're safe here for now but we need to discuss how we're going to keep it that way if Eric decides to come after you."

Morgan and Reid nodded, they both plummeted back down to earth with a jolt from the happy cloud of their new relationship.

"I'll go get dressed." Reid said quietly.

He went into the bedroom. Morgan cleared away the bedding and invited Hotch to sit down with him. They sat there in awkward silence. Morgan's mind had followed Reid into the bedroom and was trying to remember exactly how each bit of his body looked. He was concentrating so hard on catching any sound of clothing being taken off that he didn't hear Hotch the first time.

"Sorry?"

"How did Reid take it?"

Morgan's lungs seemed to shrivel in his chest in shock before he realised his boss was not enquiring about Reid's preferences in bed.

"Oh...uh...as well as can be expected I guess. He seems a lot more stable than he was when he left."

"That's good." Hotch said.

"Yeah, a few months ago I think this might've made him..." Morgan tailed off. There was a heavy silence.

"So..." Hotch began tentatively, like there was something personal and awkward he was about to ask. Morgan tensed up. HE KNOWS EVERYTHING his mind screamed.

"Does he really work at Starbucks?"

Hotch said this quietly disbelieving tone, as if Reid working in Starbucks was equally scandalous and bizarre as if he'd decided to become an underwear-model slash dark wizard.

Morgan laughed. "Yes he does. And the boy makes a sweet Frappuccino, it has to be said."

"Wow." Hotch remarked, shaking his head. "I am a profiler for the FBI and still, I don't understand a thing that goes on in that boy's head."

Morgan was about to agree when Reid came back into the room dressed in an oversized hoodie and a pair of jeans with his signature odd socks on his long, narrow, strangely elegant feet. He sat down with them.

Hotch started. "So I've been thinking about this situation since yesterday and there are several problems to overcome. Firstly the FBI can't take you into witness protection because only Tom Faraday was proved to be a murderer, and you haven't received any direct threats from Eric. You can get a restraining order but he'll probably just see that as a challenge. There's no way around it without telling the truth. Have you thought any more about doing that?" he asked cautiously.

Morgan and Reid exchanged glances. Morgan spoke first, wanting to relieve Reid of having to talk about it. "Yeah, we discussed it last night. We still don't want anybody to-"

"Don't try to protect me." Reid snapped. "I don't. I don't want to do it and you won't do it if I don't want to so it's my fault."

Almost immediately after he said this he dropped his head into his hands and sighed.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to say it like that."

Morgan rubbed his back. "It's okay." He said simply. He looked at Hotch, taking his hand off Reid quickly. "Aren't there any other options?"

"A couple. You could come back to work." He said to Reid. "The team can keep an eye on you better there. We'll all work unofficially on figuring out what his next move will be and somehow trap him into revealing himself."

Reid bit his lip. "I'm not sure I can go back to the FBI yet. I can't be much use to other people when I'm constantly looking over my shoulder for my own unsub. And the stress...too much stress is bad...for my..."

"Ok." Hotch agreed. "That would definitely be a cause for concern. But you could still move back there."

Reid looked at Morgan and nodded reluctantly.

"Or I could stay with Reid." Morgan said.

"You don't have to-"

"No, I get it, you have your new life here and you're doing really well. That's just as important as keeping you safe." Morgan argued.

"But you'd have to give up your job as well." Reid pointed out.

There was a pause.

"Not necessarily." Hotch said thoughtfully. "At least for a few months, you could apply for sick leave. Latent PTSD. You were kidnapped and tortured, we have proof of that. I can clear it with Strauss. After that...well things may have changed by then anyway. You might feel better about moving, or Eric could be back in jail."

Morgan nodded. "Ok. That sounds like the best option."

At that moment Hotch's phone rang. "It's JJ, excuse me for a minute." He said, walking into the kitchen.

"You can't stay here." Reid said immediately. "I don't want that."

"Why not?"

"Because you're not sick and you might get caught! And anyway we're...sleeping together now. That changes things."

"Do you not want to live with me? Is that it?"

"No! It's because I do want to. And so do you. That's what makes it wrong. Our job isn't like other jobs, people's lives depend on you being there. Of course I want you here but it would be selfish."

"I don't give a damn if it's selfish!" Morgan hissed. "Your life is in danger as well, so is mine. I already thought I'd lost you forever once and I'm not going through that again. You think I'd be able to think straight knowing you were living up here alone? Even if you moved to Virginia it would drive me crazy! I don't care what you say Reid I am not leaving your side until that sociopath is locked up!"

Hotch came back in and Morgan realised he'd raised his voice too much.

"Sorry I'm gonna have to head back now. I'll be in touch regularly but if you see any cause for concern or you need anything then you can call me any time."

They nodded.

When they'd seen Hotch out of the door Reid put his arms round Morgan's neck and hugged him tight.

"I still feel terrible about this...but I'm sort of glad you didn't listen to me." He mumbled into Morgan's shoulder.

Morgan stroked his back. "I did it for your ass pretty boy." He grinned. Reid spluttered with laughter and shoved him gently.

"I knew it." He said ruefully.

Morgan smiled. Reid looked like he was about to kiss him so he cut in quickly,

"Look baby-boy, I know this kind of undermines what I just said about not leaving your side but I actually have to go back to Virginia for this afternoon. I've got a doctor's appointment...nothing bad just an old injury in my knee playing me up...and since I'm gonna be here for a while I'd like to go to my apartment, get some more clothes, stuff like that."

"Oh." Reid sounded disappointed but he forced a smile. "Don't worry about it, he doesn't even get out for another few days so I think I can let you off." He laughed weakly. "Our last days of freedom I guess.

Morgan kissed his forehead. "I'll be as quick as I can. And when I get back we can order pizza and you can get me up to date on this TV show you're obsessed with."

"Right." Reid laughed. "Sounds like a plan."

Morgan drove back on a cloud of air but his good mood quickly dissipated while he sat in the waiting room of the sexual health clinic. Whenever he had a test he always felt paranoid that somebody he knew would come walking in, or worse somebody he'd slept with. Maybe there was someone in this room he'd fucked but was too drunk to remember what they looked like. There were many of those.

Still he figured his chances were good since the only other people were a teenage girl and a middle aged guy whom no amount of alcohol could make attractive.

He prayed to God his test was negative. He was sure he and Reid hadn't done anything that could infect him but he felt awful for not telling him there was a risk. He used condoms every time of course but they weren't infallible especially when the user was drunk and in a hurry to put it on.

He was called into the doctor and sat down in a blue-cushioned chair. The doctor was a young blonde woman and a pronounced baby bump under her dress.

"Congratulations." He said awkwardly, gesturing at her belly. She laughed.

"Ahh yes. Now this is what happens when mummy has too many glasses of wine and forgets her own advice isn't it sweetheart?" she said, stroking her bump.

Morgan laughed.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. It's so embarrassing me handing over condoms and giving lectures all day and then poof! Bun in the oven. We were already engaged though, look." She showed him her right hand.

"Very nice." He agreed. He liked this doctor lot. She overshared a tad but it made him feel better.

"Now, enough of my sex life, it's your turn for a grilling Mr Morgan."

She ran through the usual questions, risky sex behaviours, why did he think he might be infected, if he'd experienced any odd symptoms lately etc. She asked if he wanted a male nurse to examine him but he said it was fine for her to do it. She said there were no external signs of infection. She took several blood samples then sent him off to the restroom to give a urine sample.

After packaging all the tests and handing them to a nurse she told him he needed to wait two hours for the results, so he drove back to his apartment to get his stuff.

Meanwhile Reid had showered and eaten lunch and was now studying. Well he had studied. A bit. But after a while he'd given up and was now on his laptop googling 'how to give oral sex'.

Not that he...he wasn't planning anything exactly. He still wasn't keen on the idea, but if the urge overtook him he wanted to be prepared. After stumbling across some disturbing pictures he found a helpful video of a nice woman with a plastic phallus, though she didn't actually put her mouth on it to his relief. Even though he was alone he turned the sound right down and sat right in the corner of the couch so no one could sneak up behind him.

He watched the movements she was making with her lips and tongue intently, then suddenly realised he was actually mimicking them and probably looked about as attractive as an epileptic fish. He snapped the laptop shut in frustration and groaned. He flomped across the couch and hugged a cushion to his stomach.

If only there was some way I could practise all this stuff on somebody I don't want to like me. He thought. There was a lot to be said for one-night stands.

After sulking for a while he sat up and had a look at the Wikipedia page for oral sex. Now this was more his style, clinical, scientific description. There was such a variety of fascinating sex acts that he was quite engrossed for the hour it took for him to read and memorise every sex related article on Wikipedia.

He found it all...quite stimulating. There were several things he wanted to try out with Morgan but there was no way he could say any of it without revealing his secret research project. And he still wasn't sure what fellatio was meant to look like. He'd felt it and seen pictures but he didn't know things like how far down your throat, how fast, how the fuck it's all supposed to fit.

His heart pounding with the excitement of the forbidden he typed in 'homosexual porn blow job' and scrolled through the results. The video he clicked on had a muscular, tattooed blonde man with a good looking, slender dark-haired boy. The man pushed the boy down to his knees and the boy started sucking him off.

It was kind of erotic, in a way. But he also felt guilty and really didn't want to be aroused by it. He couldn't help feeling uncomfortable for the boy. He looked barely legal and he had this blank empty look in his eyes like he barely knew where he was.

Is that what I looked like? The thought crept into his mind. He'd managed to forget about it mostly while he was here, become a different person. But now he knew he was just the same old Spencer Reid. And Eric was coming after him. There was no escaping it.

His stomach clenched in fear. He couldn't stop watching the video even though he was on the verge of tears. He so badly wanted the blonde man to hold the boy, kiss him softly and comfort him. He didn't know why it mattered to him but it did.

That didn't happen. He didn't want to even acknowledge what did happen.

It made him feel sick. He heard a knock at the door and closed the tab and then the laptop. His heart leapt as he saw Morgan's outline through the frosted glass door.

Morgan picked up the results of his screen from the clinic's receptionist and walked back to his car. He looked at the letter nervously. What would he do if it was positive? How could he tell Reid that practically the moment he left he'd shagged his way through half the men in town? Even if he said there had only been one guy it might still change things. Things weren't fixed yet. It was going better than he'd hoped but they both had enough issues as it was.

If he looked at this letter he'd know for sure. That meant he couldn't avoid the fact that it was his responsibility to do something about it. Meaning no sex until he was cured.

After sitting in the car for several minutes he decided to drive back to Reid's and give himself time to think.

The moment Reid opened the door Morgan yanked him into a kiss, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Woah, woah, okay...what's going on?" Reid laughed, literally having to force back Morgan to let go of the kiss.

Morgan grinned. "What's going on, is that you're hot and we're alone my baby-boy."

"Both excellent points." Reid agreed, then let out a squeak and a groan when Morgan bent down mischievously and picked him off the floor in a fireman's lift. "Put me down! Morgan this is not a comfortable position for people with less than 10% body fat!"

Morgan just laughed his ass off and pushed the front door shut with his foot. Then he took Reid to the bedroom and dropped him carefully on the bed. Before Reid could even speak he was suddenly on his back and Morgan was peppering his mouth with kisses, gently pinning his hands above his head.

Reid wanted to do this, but suddenly he realised that he'd wanted to talk first, to Morgan. About what he'd seen. About that boy in the video.

But he couldn't do that. He couldn't admit what he'd been looking at. He still found it so embarrassing even though he knew it was normal for guys to do it. It wasn't normal for him to do it. Besides what if that was the kind of thing Morgan liked? If that was what all gay men did then he'd just make himself look even more like a sexually stunted virgin.

Morgan was strong and masculine and experienced. Reid barely even looked like a guy. It made a kind of sense then that Morgan would be the dominant one in bed. He was the blonde man, Reid was the boy. Eric hadn't made him rape Morgan, they'd automatically chosen Morgan to be the one on top.

Morgan pulled Reid's shirt up over his arms. Reid's heart beat hard like a piston in his chest, his body seemed to know naturally how to react. He put his palms flat on Morgan's chest, feeling his pectorals and nipples through his shirt, and tilted his head back so his throat could be kissed. Morgan slid his hands under Reid and groped his butt, lifting his hips so they could grind against each other.

Reid let out a staggered breath, feeling Morgan's hot breath on his neck. He told himself it didn't matter if he was always the submissive one. He still got to have sex with Derek Morgan. And out of all the women and men who wanted him, Morgan inexplicably had chosen him. He would let Morgan have unfettered access to any part of his body, go along with any fetish and any fantasy if it meant it could stay that way. It was just sex, it didn't matter.

"You're perfect." Morgan half-moaned in his ear. "You're just...God Reid."

Reid smiled at him self-consciously. "I'm very glad you think so." He murmured back.

Morgan kissed him and in one motion he straightened up onto his knees and hoisted Reid's legs up one by one to pull his socks off, tugged his jeans down by the waistband, then pulled them off by the ankles. As he let Reid's feet fall Reid sat up and started unbuttoning Morgan's shirt quickly. Morgan helped him, working his way up from the bottom until it fell undone and he dropped his shoulders to let it fall off.

Morgan sat back on his heels and helped Reid climb onto his lap to kiss. Morgan brushed his hands down over Reid's flat stomach and Reid automatically sucked it in slightly, tensing up even though he knew he was skinny. He just wasn't used to it, anyone wanting to touch him for reasons other than to jab him in the ribs or punch him in the stomach, like the kids from high school used to do almost every day. He felt Morgan's thumb dip over his navel and it interrupted his ability to exhale. He was already getting breathless.

Then Morgan's hands found his genitals and massaged them through his underwear. Reid looked down automatically then shut his eyes.

"Is this okay?" Morgan murmured in his ear.

Reid wanted it to be okay. He wasn't sure that it wasn't okay. He just had...very mixed feelings.

He nodded.

"How'd...um how d'you want me to get you off?" Morgan asked, nuzzling against his hair. "Same as last time, or..."

Reid sensed from that 'or' left dangling in the air, that Morgan wanted to go much further than last time, but he wasn't going to ask for it.

For a moment he hesitated. It would be even harder to have to ask to go back once they'd gone that step further. But he couldn't make a guy like Morgan stick to hand-jobs forever.

He laid down on his side, putting his hand on Morgan's shoulder to get him to follow suit. Morgan looked at him with surprise and interest as Reid moved on top of him. His heart thudding with excitement and nerves, Morgan held Reid's sides between his hands as the young genius kissed his chest, then his stomach. Then Reid shifted backwards and sat up to undo Morgan's jeans. Morgan propped himself up on his elbows and watched him with a small frown, which Reid missed, because he didn't look up from what he was doing in case looking at Morgan put him off. He sensed he was being watched and it made his fingers slightly clumsy, but he worked through the rising blush he could feel and got them undone without any embarrassment. He could see the waistband of Morgan's white Calvin Klein boxer-briefs over the top of his jeans and they looked so hot on him when he pulled his jeans down that it increased the ratio of excitement to nerves. He wasn't doing anything dirty, he was just giving his boyfriend(?) a blow-job, like lots of people did. Morgan wore Calvin Klein's like lots of guys did. This was normal. Strange how he got that from Calvin Klein underwear.

He pulled Morgan's jeans down to the top of his thighs and his underwear slid down a little too, so an arc of flattened wisps of pubic hair was visible, joining up to his 'happy trail' as it was colloquially known and climbing up to his navel.

If I was Calvin Klein I'd send all my other models home and just use Morgan to model all my underwear. He thought.

"Reid?" Morgan said softly.

Reid didn't look up.

"Baby, are you sure you wanna do this?"

Reid let his forehead drop onto Morgan's stomach, feeling the heat radiate off his golden-brown skin. Reid nuzzled his cheek against that spot, slowly and lovingly. Then he pushed Morgan's underwear down with his thumbs and shifted back.

Morgan could only watch, stunned, feeling downright drugged with love and lust for this kid who just this morning was shy as a kitten and now he was going to-ohhh dear lord he already was...

He took a deep breath and let himself fall back on the bed. He let his legs relax and move apart. Ok, ok...this is happening. Wow this is happening fast on my end. Were the last words he thought before his brain threw the concept of language out the window and he could only think in swearwords.

After he'd cooled down slightly he propped himself up again, unable to resist watching Reid. The young man was sitting on his heels, one hand on the bed beside Morgan's stomach to hold himself up and the other hand holding Morgan's hip, running his thumb over it. He had his eyes closed and when he went down he breathed out, and he looked so unbelievably hot with that expression of pure concentration he normally reserved for science journals.

Matching the sight to the sensation made his core muscles tremble slightly and pleasure pulsed upwards from his cock.

"Fuck. Reid, please can you...faster." He panted. He suddenly felt Reid deep throat him. "Oh god, baby...Reid you're...amazing. Oh fucking hell..."

He laughed at himself, reduced to this mess so quickly by a complete rookie. How the fuck did Reid even know deep throating was a thing?

Reid's mouth was hot and wet, his lips pushed wide open. Morgan tried to keep still but he couldn't help himself, he rolled his hips up, sharply but tightly restrained, so that he didn't move more than a centimetre off the mattress.

Less than five minutes he lasted, before he suddenly realised he was about to come, in approximately 10 seconds.

"Okay baby that's enough." He grunted.

Reid didn't seem to hear him. Morgan grabbed his wrist and tugged on it, his whole body squirming and shuddering with pleasure and heat.

"Reid. Reid get out of the way. Reid!" Reid looked up just has he came. Morgan arched his whole body up and gripped Reid's wrist tight as his head fell back and he came, his body jerking several times as he let out a long-stifled groan. He lay there making a few ragged gasping sounds as his orgasm melted away.

He looked down at Reid, panting.

Reid looked...savage.

His hair was messed up completely, his pupils were black and enlarged like a cat in the dark and his whole posture radiated hunger. Then he blinked and looked down at himself, suddenly looking a little shell-shocked, as if he'd just come out of some sort of daze.

Morgan's cum had splattered up his chest without either of them noticing. Reid looked up at him again, like he wasn't sure what to do next.

Morgan sat up "C'mere baby."

"Shouldn't I wash this off first?" Reid asked.

"Only fair I get covered in it too." Morgan replied with a grin, holding his arm out for a cuddle.

Reid smiled and crawled forwards into his arms. Morgan pulled the covers over them and Reid nuzzled into his neck.

"So where the hell'd that come from?" Morgan asked, bemused.

Reid shrugged, looking pleased with himself.

"Nuh uh c'mon pretty boy, spill. There's no way you could've done all that kinky shit without a tutor."

Reid turned his head away a little. "Just did a little research while you were out." He admitted sheepishly.

Morgan laughed knowingly. "Ahh. Well I never thought I'd say this, but keep on with your research pretty boy."

Reid laughed, then put a hand up to his jaw.

"Oww. Seriously in pain here."

Morgan burst out laughing again. "What can I say? Guess I'm a big boy." He finally managed to splutter through his laughter. "It's my African genes."

Reid nudged him in the ribs with his elbow and mock-glared.

"Well anyway I think it's definitely your turn." Morgan slid his hand down to the curve of Reid's ass.

Reid looked up and shook his head. "I'm too tired."

"Really? Ah well. Maybe later after pizza." Morgan sat up. "Whadd'ya want?"

Reid shrugged, snuggling into the warm patch he'd left. "Mmmm...no preference."

Morgan smiled. "Okay." He said softly. "I'll go order while you recover from your terrible injury."

Reid swatted the air blindly but only managed to clip his shoulder since he'd already closed his eyes.

Morgan bent over and kissed the top of his head.

Love you. He thought, wishing he had the guts to say it.

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Oh look. Reid's gone and done a silly in his head which will affect probably their relationship dynamic and cause insecurity and resentment later on. HOW WILL SHE SOLVE THIS? I hear you cry. Do not fear. For authors work in mysterious ways. And this author does not believe exclusively topping or exclusively bottoming is a healthy dynamic! (Unless you both happen to prefer it or you're like into the whole S&M submissive dominance thing. Then fine awesome, you kids have fun.) SHARE THE BUTT-LOVE I SAY. BUTT-LOVE FOR ALL.

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*looks at empty six-pack of red bull on desk* this may have been a mistake.

Anyway Reid's inner turmoil aside, since this makes sex scene numero dos, I'd be interested to know if you think I'm getting hotter or colder on the sex scene scale? Tell me in your review if you like :)

~ ciaou ~

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