(Hehe. A little OOCness...)
Morgan looked around his office anxiously. Door? Shut, locked, soundproofing placed around the edges of the door. Blinds? Down. Computer? Off. It had a webcam attached, and he didn't trust Garcia not to watch him.
He pulled his iPod out of his pocket, still sending the door and windows nervous glances. He turned it on, plugged the earbuds in and squinched his eyes shut. Doing this didn't make him any less of a man. It didn't make him gay. It just... wasn't his usual fare. That didn't change who he was. After all, he was Derek Morgan, ass-kicker by day and lady's man by night. He was the supreme badass of the FBI, along with the rest of his team. Even Reid was a badass- an intellectual badass, sure, but a badass none the less.
He turned up the volume and scrolled through the contents of the little MP3 player. He found what he wanted, hit the button and stared at the screen, immersed in what was taking place before him. It was fascinating (and a little bit repelling to the homophobic part of his psyche), and he found himself noticing details as he watched. Ooh, that was smooth. I wanna try that... he did that really well....
Eventually, he couldn't resist it any more. He was affected by the acts he saw, and desperately desired to participate....
The locked door was opened by a very angry looking Hotch, and Derek ripped the earbuds out of his ears, sat down and shoved the MP3 player under his thigh. "Sorry for locking the door, sir, I was working on a... personal project." Internally, he was thanking his body for not letting himself blush.
Hotch narrowed his eyes. "I saw the iPod, Morgan. What was so important that you felt the need to lock the door?" He held out his hand.
Derek let out a huge sigh and unearthed the device from the chair. The video was still playing. Hotch looked it over amusedly. "So, you were getting up to....?"
He looked at the desk and in a small voice said, "Dance. I was getting up to dance." He felt like a kid in the principal's office.
Hotch surprised him. He winked and placed the thing back on the desk. "I completely understand. You are off the hook this time, but may I offer a bit of advice?"
Morgan nodded.
"Watch Glee at home. There's probably more room to dance."
As soon as the door was shut, he plugged the earbuds back in and danced, sang along softly.
"Dream a little dream of me...."