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A little shocked by Reid's reaction, Morgan quietly replied, "I just want to talk."
"You have five minutes," Reid warned, as he opened his door to let Morgan enter.
Having rarely seen or heard Reid in such an angry state, Morgan entered the living room. He recited to himself his apology speech that he'd been working on during the past days and said, "Reid, I'm really sorry for the way I used you. After Los Angeles, I was having a hard time. I know that I was using you, just so that I could feel better for a little while; and I'm sorry that you heard me in the gym."
"Are you sorry for what you said, or are you sorry that I heard you?" Reid asked calmly, and then added, "You know what? I don't care. I know you're here because Hotch threatened to transfer you."
Morgan couldn't argue with that. Hotch's threat was the only reason for him being there trying to apologize; but he did want to try to explain his words, "I never meant to hurt you, Reid. Those words just came out of my mouth."
"And one of those words was fag, which I find very interesting. I'm not surprised though, because closeted gays are statistically the most homophobic people."
"I'm not gay!" Morgan shouted, as he took two steps toward Reid.
For the first time in all the years that he had worked with Morgan, Reid was suddenly afraid of his co-worker. Morgan quickly stepped back when he noticed the panic in Reid's eyes. Morgan tried to appear less threatening. "I'm not proud that I used a word like that. I never intended to disrespectful you. I'm truly sorry, Reid. Please, forgive me." he apologized as he continued trying to calm down.
Reid chuckled because he could not believe Morgan's lame excuse. "You insult me using hateful words, but you still respect me. The funny thing is that no matters how many times you say that you aren't gay, you're the one who initiated things between us; you're the one who kept coming here for fucking me! You and I both know it, so don't even try to pretend otherwise. Let me ask you something. Do you really think you could forgive me if I had said something derrogative about you being black or metis ?"
"Probably, not," Morgan said, as he felt and sounded ashamed of himself.
"So you should be able to understand that I can't stay friends with someone who uses words like that," Reid said. As he looked his watch, he added, "Your time is up. I'm expecting someone, so please leave."
Morgan was just about to say something when the doorbell rang. Reid opened the door, and this time it was Cooper. He walked in smiling and carrying a couple of bags of chinese food. When he saw Morgan standing there, he said "Sorry, I didn't know that you had a guest; otherwise I'd have brought more food."
"It's okay, Morgan's leaving now," Reid replied firmly, as he looked straight into Morgan's eyes.
Reid wasn't going to introduce them to each other so Morgan put a big bright smile on his face and extended his hand to Cooper, "Hi! I'm Derek Morgan. I work with Spencer."
Cooper already knew who Morgan was, but he had never met him personally. "Hi! I'm Cooper O'Neill," he said shaking Morgan's hand.
"And you're ….?" Morgan asked half curious and intrigued. He knew that he had seen this man before, but he couldn't remember from where.
Knowing that Reid liked to keep his private life and his professional life separated, Cooper didn't know what to reply; but Reid quickly answered for him, "He's my boyfriend."
Morgan did his best not to appear too surprise. As Cooper began to feel the tension increasing between the two co-workers, he said "Agent Morgan, it was a pleasure to meet you. Excuse me, I'm going to set up our dinner." Cooper smiled at Reid and headed into the kitchen.
"I'm done talking to you. Now leave!" Reid ordered.
"I didn't know you were dating anyone," Morgan tried to smile a little. "Reid, please forgive me. I know I failed you, but I'm truly sorry. I promise I'll make it up for you."
"Let me make this clear to you. First, my private life is personal. Just because you used to fuck me, doesn't mean that you have a right to know anything about it. Second, as I said before, you don't care about our friendship. You're only here because of Hotch's threat but don't worry about your job, Morgan. I'll talk to Hotch and tell him that we're good," Reid said, coldly. As a small smile appeared on Morgan's face, Reid continued, "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for the team. Our friendship, or call it what you want, is dead! On the job or in the field, you're my co-worker; but outside of that, you'll just be a stranger to me. Now leave!"
Reid opened his door. Morgan saw that there were nothing that he could do or say that was going to change Reid's mind. As soon as Morgan stepped out the door, Reid slammed the door behind him.
Reid entered the kitchen and gave an apologetic look to Cooper, who was placing two plates of chicken with noodles on the kitchen table. Reid was furious at his co-worker because he was afraid that Morgan's visit had ruined the mood between him and Cooper. Reid was sure that Cooper had heard the "fuck me" part of the argument, and he didn't know how to explain it.
"I hope Chinese is okay?" Cooper asked quietly.
"Yeah, but you know I'm hopeless with a pair of chopsticks," Reid replied, just as quietly.
"I know," Cooper said, as he smiled at Reid and waved him over to the table.
Reid was glad that there was a fork placed next to the pair of disposable chopsticks. They both sat down and began digging into their meal.
"Wow! I'm impressed," Reid said, as he watched Cooper eating with the chopsticks.
"Back in San Francisco, I lived near to Chinatown. I'll teach how to use them someday," Cooper answered after he swallowed his food.
They finished eating in silence. Then they cleaned the kitchen and retreated in the living-room with popcorn and sodas.
"I'm sorry," Reid apologized, as he sat down on the couch.
"About what?" Cooper asked, as he looked up at Reid.
"About Morgan. I didn't invite him here. He just showed up. I thought it was you when I opened the door," Reid answered.
"You don't have to apologize, Spencer. I can't say that I'm not intrigued by what I heard earlier, but it's fine if you don't want to talk about it," said Cooper, as he took a drink from his glass of coke.
"So, what movie did you bring for tonight?" Reid asked. He was happy to avoid a discussion about his relationship with Morgan. "Last time we watched Avatar. So, I though we could watch my favorite James Cameron movie, 'Titanic'."
"'Titanic'? You're kidding, right? I already washed three hours of my life away when I first saw it," Cooper laughed.
"It's 193 minutes, and I apologized for my unforgivable mistake," Reid smiled.
Cooper was a true cinephile, who like all kinds of movie. He owed more than 1,000 dvds. When Cooper learned that Reid (the most intelligent person he had ever met) had never even heard of Kubrick's 'A Clockwork Orange', he decided to share his passion with Reid.
Reid liked their movie nights because he always learned new things, and he got to spent quiet time with Cooper.
"Emily told me that one of her friends wanted to rent out a condo. I thought of you, since you still didn't have your own place. I have her number if you're interested," Reid stated.
Because of the case in Detroit, Reid didn't get to see the other apartment that Cooper had done to see; but according to Cooper, the landlord and neighbors were borderline racists and homophobics. Plus, the rent was too high for Cooper's small salary; so he was still living with his best friend.
"Of course, I'm interesting. I like Tiago, but I need my own place," Cooper confirmed before adding, "To answer your question, I brought Terminator 2: Judgment Day."
"Is it ok if we watch something else?" Reid asked, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. The film reminded him of painful memories. Reid was 11 years old when the movie originally came out, and he didn't see it. But a few people, who knew about his mom's illness, made fun of him when they did go to see that movie.
"Of course, we can. I brought some other movies. We can choose together," Cooper responded, as he grabbed his bag and pulled out a few dvds.
"My mom is a paranoid schizophrenic, and she lives in a Las Vegas' sanitarium. She wasn't violent, but she needed more than I could do for her. I couldn't manage her on my own, so I had to commit her," Reid stated quietly.
Reid had never told anyone this soon about his mother's condition, but he felt that he was already keeping too many things from Cooper; and Reid wanted to have an honest relationship with him.
"I definitely understand why you don't want to watch this movie," Cooper replied easily.
Reid was a little surprised about Cooper's reaction, or rather his lack of reaction. Reid had just admitted that his mother was mentally ill; but it didn't seem to bother Cooper, at all.
Cooper noticed Reid's surprised expression and said, "You seem surprised?"
"Yes, I am. In my previous relationships, when I mentioned my mother's condition, I could see confusion or fear in their eyes; and it wasn't long afterwards that they all broke up with me," Reid explained, still surprised.
"You're not the only one with a special parent," Cooper said, as he looked away from Reid's eyes. "My father is, (or was, because I don't know or care if he's still alive) a very violent, racist, and homophobic man. When he found out that I was gay, he nearly killed me; so I'll be the last person to judge you because of your parents."
Without thinking about it, Reid moved closer to Cooper and kissed him passionately then he reached up and undid the top buttons on Cooper's shirt and began kissing his neck. As Cooper returned the kiss with the same passion, Reid gently slid his hand up his boyfriend's inner thigh and caressed his hard-on.
"Cooper, I want you," Reid whispered into Cooper's ear.