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The coffee-machine is grumbling and huffing, puffs of hot air coming out from the top of it while it is making the dark goodness Spencer believes he can't live without.

Rays of sunlight filter into the room and Reid is watching the purple sky turning blue through the kitchen window, Clooney nestled against his legs comfortably while he's patting the dog's head.

Morgan is still in bed, lazing the day away in his peaceful slumber.

But Spencer couldn't go to bed, couldn't rest anymore for he is so very nervous.

And even though normally day time is comforting to him, the light brightening his dark moods during the night considerably, it is not as comforting as it usually is now.

The fact that he hasn't said a thing to Derek when standing in his doorway and merely allowed the man to go back to sleep did not mean he isn't still thinking of telling Morgan of his feelings.

It is what makes him nervous and somewhere, in the back of his mind, he fears that the moment he wants to speak he will chicken out.

He is silly for that, a fool for even thinking such a thing because if there is one thing obvious, it is that Morgan returns his feelings.

Because Spencer feels the heated gazes directed at him when Derek thinks he isn't paying attention. He notices the way Morgan's arm is laid around his shoulders is tighter than it used to be, gentler too. He knows too that nowadays he spends more and more nights at Morgan's house and that it is not him that's asking, but Derek that's inviting him over and over again. And he notices that Morgan is more considerate of him, opens up to him and it shows Spencer he is trusted a lot.

Because Derek Morgan doesn't trust a lot of people, doesn't tell a lot of people about what he's been through and how he really feels. It is why he doesn't commit to one person, why he is such a ladies-man.

But Spencer has noticed that Morgan doesn't go out as much as he used to anymore. That he stays home more nowadays and doesn't talk about his escapades with another randomly picked lady.

And he knows it is because Morgan cares for him that it is that the man doesn't do those things anymore. Because it is what Derek's eyes tell him every time their eyes catch. And every time, it is Spencer that turns away even though he loves Morgan, so very much.

A soft sigh passes his lips and he berates himself in silence for being as he is. Because he is so afraid that love doesn't win it all. That Derek will realize his feelings have changed and that Spencer isn't right for him after all.

"The coffee's ready."

Spencer startles when Morgan's husky voice reaches his ears and he turns around quickly to watch the man that stands in the doorway.

He then looks to the coffee machine. "Oh," he mutters.

"So what has your genius mind so riled up you didn't notice?" Derek asks teasingly and walks into the kitchen, stretching his arms above his head and yawning.

Spencer watches as Morgan makes them both coffee, his own mug full and Spencer's half-full to fill the rest up with sugar.

And he takes a deep breath, deciding that this is the image he wants to be able to see every morning. He wants to rest his body besides Derek and feel comfortable, he wants to be able to finally be happy and his stupid trust issue is not going to stop him.

Because if Morgan truly loves him, they'll figure it out.

"Morgan," his voice is a whisper, raw with emotion and Derek stills what he's doing and turns around with a worried expression.

Spencer reaches up and hugs himself, smiling slightly and turning his head away, unable to look Morgan in the eyes because of the nerves that are eating at him. "I know, Derek."

Morgan blinks and with a thoughtful expression asks in a soft voice: "Know what, Reid?"

Reid fumbles his shirt with his fingers and licks his lips. Why couldn't Morgan just understand right away what he was talking about?

He takes a breath and whispers: "About your feelings."

Morgan blinks once, maybe twice but Spencer isn't really paying attention, and then takes a few steps forward, effectively closing the distance between their bodies.

Spencer is now trapped in-between Morgan and the kitchen counter and he can only smile when Morgan's strong hand cups his cheek gently.

"Do you, now?" Derek asks, his eyes searching for Spencer's brown ones and his thumb slowly caressing Reid's cheek affectionately. He then smirks and teasingly says: "Took you long enough."

"A-ah," Reid stutters and averts his eyes while his cheeks stain a beautiful pink. "I... I've known longer." He mutters.

"Hey, pretty boy, look at me." Morgan says and hesitantly Spencer turns his head so he is now looking at Derek. "Don't drop a bomb like that and back out."

Reid licks his lips. "Sorry."

Morgan chuckles. "It's who you are." And then the laughter dies on his lips and all that's left is a serious expression and eyes that shine with both affection and confusion. "Why are you bringing it up, Reid? Tell me before I get my hopes unnecessarily." He asks.

Reid's breath hitches and he swallows. He suddenly realizes, from Derek's expression and his words, how much he has actually hurt the man with his selfish idea that this relationship could not work.

"I – I... Mor- no, Derek," Reid stutters and sighs in frustration when he can't get the right words out. He licks his lips and closes his eyes, hoping it would make this easier to him because he is so foreign to this kind of situation.

"I have trust issues. I always come second place, not in knowledge but in people's hearts and it created a fear within me that has me thinking everyone will leave me eventually. My father, my mother and Gideon. I can't help it. And I saw, knew that you loved me but I was scared. Because you'll realize too that I'm just second and... and I couldn't take that. Didn't want that."

Spencer takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, tears threatening to fall yet he still smiles. "You're my happiness, Derek." He whispers softly. "Just... try not to leave me too." He finishes in a mutter and wants to turn his head away again but suddenly Morgan's hand is on his chin, preventing that from happening.

"Spencer," Morgan's voice is soft, barely a whisper and he presses a soft, quick kiss against Reid's lips. "I love you, pretty boy. I'm not planning on ever leaving you."

Reid lifts his eyes until they meet with Morgan's and he smiles almost shyly. "Thank you." He murmurs happily.

"Hmm, you've got nothing else to say?" Morgan asks and presses another teasing kiss against Spencer's lips before pulling away again with a smirk playing on his lips.

Reid's eyes close when supple lips touch his and he frowns in confusion when Morgan pulls away again. He then opens his eyes and almost awkwardly says: "I love you too?"

"Aah," Derek sighs and his breath ghosts across Spencer's lips when he speaks. "That's more like it."

He then leans forward and Reid finds himself falling in love all over again when those lips move against his, delve him into a love that is so overwhelming his knees buckle and he grasps Derek's arms almost possessively.

And while he keeps on falling deeper and deeper in both love and lust he realizes that he has found it.

Derek Morgan, his happiness, the light in his darkness.

The End (really, now it's finished)