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The next Monday, before he went to work all Reid hoped that this intercourse wouldn't destroy his friendship with Morgan or how well they worked together. Reid was sure that Morgan considered tonight as a quick one-night stand. There hadn't even been any affection when Morgan first kissed him in the car, even that had been done roughly. Reid knew he had made a mistake, and should never have agreed to do it but what's done is done.
At work, Morgan's attitude proved to Reid that he was right. Morgan acted as if nothing had happened between them and frankly Reid was glad about that. He had never thought of Morgan in the sexual or sentimental way and last Friday night intercourse didn't change that.
Three weeks passed with no mention, or any strange looks between them, about that night until the team had just returned home from a tragic case. Everyone was really affected, especially Morgan.
He showed up, uninvited, knocking at Reid's door. For a fraction of a second, Reid thought maybe Morgan wanted to talk like they used to do after really bad cases but he was only somewhat surprised when Morgan simply pushed him on the couch and fucked him hard and fast then after Morgan came and pulled his clothes on, he quickly walked out whispering goodnight and slamming Reid's door behind him.
After that, every time the team had a very bad case Morgan showed up at Reid's apartment, unannounced and uninvited. Morgan always fucked Reid hard leaving deep bruises on his hips and shoulders from gripping him so tightly. It was more than clear to Reid that Morgan was just using him as a stress-relief/sex toy. Yet, whenever they were in the office or in the field, the older profiler acted like he used to when they were just friends. Still caring for, and protecting, his little brother.
For a while, Reid didn't say anything, or ask any questions, when Morgan would show up and use him. For a while, Reid didn't make any outward objections to Morgan because in some weird way, he felt less alone.
After few intercourse, Reid realized that he needed more in his life than just rough quickies with someone who didn't give a damn about him. He wanted someone to spend the night occasionally, to wake up next to someone, someone with whom he could talk and laugh. Reid wanted to be in a boyfriend-type relationship, with whomever was going to keep having sex with him so one night, once Morgan left Reid's apartment after another rough fucking session, Reid had finally made up his mind. He was tired of Morgan's behavior and was going to have a serious talk with him.
He knew that it wasn't going to be easy holding that conversation. Morgan was the stereotypical alpha male and ladies' man, and just like most gays who were still in the closet, talking about his homosexuality was a taboo subject for Morgan but Reid needed to have an open and honest conversation with him.
Reid had never been, and had never wanted to be anybody's fuck-buddy, or sex toy. Sure, like most people, Reid had previously enjoyed the occasional one-night stand, but he was always looking to meet the right person and have a healthy relationship.
That's why when Reid woke up, he was determined to talk to Morgan and was going to give him an ultimatum: start treating him right, like a boyfriend, or stay the hell away from him. Reid knew that it was going to be a long day regardless of how things turned out. He took a quick shower and ate a small breakfast, then got ready for work.
All day at work, Morgan acted like he'd been acting, as if nothing was going on between them. It was Friday and Reid knew Morgan worked out in the FBI gymnasium like he did every Friday, right after work so Reid had decided to wait Morgan in the locker-room.
When he entered in the room, he saw and heard Morgan talking and laughing with Archie Owens and Allan Stanley, who both worked in the Counter-Terrorism Unit. Reid didn't want to interrupt the conversation so he leaned against the wall, patiently. He wasn't hiding, or snooping, but no one took notice of him.
"So, Morgan, any plans this weekend?" Stanley asked.
"I met a sweet chick yesterday. I'm taking her out to dinner tonight, so yes! I have quite a plan for her." Morgan said, followed by a dirty laugh.
"Wait, a chick ?" Owens asked intrigued.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Morgan asked, his entire expression and his body stance had turned extremely aggressive.
"I'm sorry, Morgan." Owens said. "I was sure that you were gay. Don't get me wrong, man. I don't have any problem with gays. My brother is gay. I meant no offense. It's just that you're always hanging out with that tall skinny kid, and we know he's gay. That's why we thought you were, too." Owens explained as Stanley nodded his head in agreement.
"You listen to me carefully, both of you, because I'm only going to say this once. I'm. Not. A. Fag. Understood?" Morgan shouted, as he stepped up into Owens' and Stanley's faces.
Owens snarled at Morgan, and said, "Like I said, my brother is gay, so show a little respect. I'm sorry if I offended you, but don't you use that word in front of me. Do you hear me?"
Morgan had always considered himself a tolerant man. His mother had raised him to respect everybody and he never cared people's sexuality but the problem was that Morgan had grown up in a very homophobic neighborhood, played college football with a very homophobic team, and was a Chicago cop in a very homophobic police department. He lived and worked in a macho man's world surrounded by people who firmly believed in that sad, old universal truth: If you're gay, you're not a real man. He took it badly if/when someone is questioning his virility, mostly because he'd never really come in terms with his past as a victim.
Morgan, ashamed to his words, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm really sorry, Owens. I do have respect for gays. I apologize. Okay?" Morgan raised his head when he finished speaking, and that's when he finally noticed Reid standing there.
Morgan was stunned, as he looked at the horrific expression on Reid's face. Morgan had never before seen Reid express anything even close to that look. Morgan just stood there, silently ashamed of himself, again. Reid said nothing, as he turned and quickly walked away. Owens and Stanley had turned to see what Morgan was staring at behind them. They only saw Reid quickly walking away. They hadn't seen his expression.
Morgan wanted to go after Reid and apologize to him, but he didn't. It seemed that it was a known fact, to Morgan, that there were agents in the bureau who thought he was gay. If Owens and Stanley thought that, then there were bound to be others. Who knew how many other agents thought the same thing? Morgan refused to now be seen chasing after Reid, for anything non-work related. Any scene like that could damage his reputation but also his job in the BAU. Plus, he couldn't bear knowing, let alone hearing any nasty comments or name calling behind his back.
Reid practically ran all the way to his car, which was parked in the garage a few floors below. He was so glad that he had chosen to drive in to work today, usually he didn't. By the time Reid got home, he still hadn't calmed down. Yet, as upset as he was, Reid was glad that he had gotten an answer to his ultimatum. He just wished that it hadn't been such a crude and coarse kind of answer, straight out of Morgan hateful mouth.
Reid had no problem being with someone who felt that they had to hide their own sexuality. However, he refused to be with any one that hated who and what he was and that was obviously the case with Morgan. Reid felt so betrayed. It took him years to finally believe that Morgan was a real friend, and his best friend but now Reid had to admit to himself that he wasn't really surprised. He never really understood why Morgan was his friend. Sure, with their job and what they've been through, it was understandable that the team became very close but it couldn't explain everything.
After all this time, he has to recognize that he never knew who Morgan really was and he didn't know if he could ever forgive Morgan, or if he even wanted to try.