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Virgin! Two: One Angel, Slightly Used

Chapter 37

Sitting on the king size bed, Reid leaned back into the mound of pillows picking at the tan Ace bandages encircling both his wrists. As always Morgan had gone above and beyond to take care of him treating the mini abrasions like a major injury until Reid looked like a suicidal teen held together by tape and depression.

He pulled back the elastic for the third time in under an hour just to be sure that ragged determined cuts didn't lie beyond it. Tucking his feet under him, he tugged at the edges, the hum from the television slipping through the open door.

Scooting down he dragged the thick comforter over his head drowning out the sound of a pompous talk show host and muffled laughter. It was the sound of Morgan's misery and more importantly a sign that he didn't know how to console him.

Since his mom left, Morgan had picked up Clooney, watched a basketball game, they'd gone out for dinner to a Mexican restaurant that had live entertainment with the car radio blaring all the way to and from there and now he was watching TV. They hadn't really talked about his mother's hasty exit and Reid had been grateful for the distraction because he didn't know what to say or do.

Every family was unique in the way they communicated and related to each other, it was a connection built over years of interaction, dependence, love, and forgiveness. Even if Reid were made privy to all the events starting from Morgan's birth up to now, all the subtle emotional familial nuances would be forever lost to him because he was an outsider.

Reid's own family was a mystery to him. How could he presume to understand Derek's? He had no relationship with his father and while he mentioned Morgan in all his letters to his mom, most days she barely acknowledged it or him. Given her deteriorating mental condition he was grateful for the few and far between lucid days when she expressed happiness that he had met someone, he was in love and he was finally happy. Which he still was. Even though he now found it impossible to shake the odd shameful feeling that he was doing something wrong.

So he cowered in the bedroom wasting time on conjecture to distract from the fact that Morgan was sad and he didn't know how to fix it, a situation that it could be argued was partly Reid's fault.

Shoving the bedding to his feet, he dragged himself into an upright position compulsively rechecking the bandages, shocked that they weren't gushing his lifeblood as old fears of abandonment resurfaced like stab wounds to his heart.

Leaving the bedroom, he lingered just inside the living room where Morgan lay sprawled on the wide couch. "Hey. Did I wake you?"

"I'm sorry." Reid whispered to his feet. "I ruined your life."

"Spencer, this isn't your fault." Clooney threw him a sleepy glare as Morgan sat up.

"It is. If I hadn't insisted on changing our relationship then your family wouldn't have rejected you."

"Baby," Morgan motioned him closer. "They haven't rejected me. My sisters called, Sara was great, and Desiree insisted on sharing the hair-raising story of the one time she experimented in college. A story that no brother should ever have to hear." He complained looking up at Reid with a frown. "They called over dinner. You were right there."

"Oh!" Reid had no memory of one phone call, let alone two. He had been too busy imploding.

"You weren't listening, were you?"

"The mariachi band was really close to my seat."

"Uh huh!" Morgan laughed seeing right through him. "Well, you don't have to worry they're good and I especially love them for overcompensating for my mom's reaction by being weirdly supportive."

"So? What about your mom?" Reid perched on the edge of the couch's fat arms, swinging one bare foot. "How do you know that she will come around? I don't even know exactly what that means in this context."

"She has always been…." Morgan sighed. "Overprotective is an understatement! My dad was the easygoing parent; she was the one who enforced the rules. After he died, she got a little strict every decision we made had to be carefully considered. From an adult perspective I can understand now how she was trying to cope with the loss of her husband and raise three kids at the same time but back then I just rebelled, run with the wrong crowd…"

Holding his breath, Reid leaned forward expecting to hear about the lost years, the ones Buford stole from him.

"She did the same thing when I wanted to join the football team and later the Academy. She worries about any of us getting hurt. It's her process."

"She thinks I will hurt you?"

"Baby, this is bigger than you. You could be any guy and she'd still struggle with the information."

Guy? "Because I'm a man?"

"Leviticus 18:22"

Reid's heart sunk. "This is about religion?"

"Not entirely. I know religion doesn't feature in your life but it's a fact in hers. Coupled with my history with Carl Buford, a man we both trusted. Let's just say she was devastated when she found out, absolutely betrayed like she could have known what was going on and protected me somehow. But she couldn't have realized, no one could have. I hid it too well."

Morgan picked the remote needlessly positioning it on the coffee table, his discomfort glaring through the subconscious act.

Reid ached for him.

The rasp of Morgan hands on his jeans filled the room. "She's probably making a connection between what happened with him then and what's happening with you now. It's a fucked up situation but this is where we're at right now."

Reid clenched his jaw, crossing his arms across his chest. He tried to sit still and hold it together. It felt like so much was going wrong for them at the same time. Sure, he understood. Morgan was choosing him but at what cost? Not only was his job was in jeopardy; Reid was straining his relationship with his mother. The thought of the two of them against the world should have felt empowering but really it just sounded lonely. He was yanked out of his depressing thoughts by Morgan's hand on his arm, dragging Reid to his side.

Cupped his chin, Morgan pushed his head back until their eyes met. One gaze troubled, the other sure. "I never expected any of this to be easy." He said.

"But…"

"But nothing. Turn that brain off and listen to me. I have thought about this from every conceivable angle all I care about is you. Here with me. No matter what happens you and I are forever."

"What about your mom?" Reid insisted, tenacious.

"She loves me. She will do whatever she needs to in order to be okay with us."

Searching his eyes, Reid relaxed finding only surety. "You know you do that too."

"Do what?" Morgan murmured stroking his cheek.

"You withdraw and make decisions about us on your own. I can't tell what you're thinking." Reid hesitated especially when the seductive fingers faltered. "I hate it."

"Okay. I guess you have a point. I may be more like my mother than I thought, I'm not good at letting people in I never really thought about where I picked it up." He gave a rueful grin. "I may need a push every once in awhile to get me to open up. You only ever have to ask."

Relieved, Reid pushed into his arms.

"Aw!" Morgan huffed as a pointy elbow connected with his ribs. "What are you doing?"

"I am going to hug you." Reid shrank back a little embarrassed. "When I'm sad, I feel better when you hug me."

When Morgan opened his arms, he ducked under tucking against his chest. The dark thoughts he'd been harboring skittered back from the light as big hands rubbed his back in long hypnotic strokes. Nose nuzzled in the crook of Derek's neck, he squeezed tightly inhaling his intoxicating scent.

You're supposed to be comforting him. Reid reminded himself. "Is it working?" He asked.

He could feel the rumble of laughter against his chest. Morgan kissed his forehead. "Yes."

For those of you that don't have access to a bible; Leviticus 18:22 states "Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination." KJV.

I have not seen the latest Morgan-centric episode that is set back in Chicago so I have no idea if there were any revelations about his family that I should have included.