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Till Death
Chapter 3: Crime
They burst through the front door feasting on each other. Derek shoved a hand down the back of Reid's dress pants, a spit slick finger pressing slowly into the tight hole.
"Hmnnn" Reid grunted. "That feels so good."
"You could have gotten us arrested!" Morgan grumbled taking the slighter man in a hot wet kiss. "A few yards over and that cop could have seen you with your head in my lap."
Another finger thrust deep making Reid gasp and pant wantonly. He drove back down on the slick fingers pile driving in and out of his body. "Supervisory Special Agent, Derek Morgan can't get out of a simple ticket?" he mocked.
Morgan turned him round roughly tugging off his shirt and dragging down his boxers with his pants. Reid waited, forehead resting against the hard door high white ass cheeks presented enticingly for his lover.
"This might hurt." He unzipped his pants.
"Just do it."
Morgan hissed as he took his thick hard cock in hand and pushed at the tiny opening groaning when the big head breached the stubborn gate. "Hot, tight - so tight!"
He kissed the back of Reid's nape, watching his hard length push inside, the contrast between their skin tones turning him on unbearably. "Spencer, baby?"
Reid could only respond with grunts and groans "Uh uh uh!" Morgan raised his right hand over the white butt cheek and smacked him hard.
"Uh!" Reid wailed out, "Move please Derek."
With consent given he thrust hard hands digging brutally into the slim hips. Morgan pulled out then rammed back in. Uninhibited cries poured out of Reid as short hard strokes rapidly pegged his prostate.
Morgan completely pulled out his massive log leaving him gaping open before plunging back in, "Oh god baby boy, you are so fucking hot for me." Hips smacked so hard against pale butt cheeks sure to leave bruises come daylight Reid screamed wildly and began to shoot thick white sperm painting the door. His legs wobbled and he fell to his knees.
Morgan followed still hammering into him, deeper harder. "Mine.. You're mine!" The fluttering of Reid's insides sent him over the edge and with a mighty roar he exploded injecting buckets of come deep into his boy, breeding him, marking him. The earthshattering orgasm left him shaking and he collapsed to the carpet pulling Reid with him unwilling to be separated from him yet.
"Derek?" A loud thumping at the door drowned out their harsh and loud panting, "Derek dear, are you okay? I heard screaming."
"Shit!" He swore. "Its Mrs. Khan."
"Derek, I'm going to call the cops."
"No." he yelled out "I'm okay."
"Is that code?" she whispered through the peephole. Reid snickered Morgan's hand over his mouth muffling the sounds of laughter.
"Do not call anyone."
"Okay, it's your funeral." They heard the sound of her shuffling off, the distinct squeak of her walker fading down the hall. Morgan pulled slowly out of Reid and rolled over on top of his lover. Messy hair and brown eyes sparkled with amusement lips stretched into a wide grin. "Code?"
"She's obsessed with the Crime and Investigation network. She's currently in a neighborhood watch all by herself."
"By herself?"
"Okay sometimes I tug along, just to keep an eye on her"
Reid's chest heaved with uncontrolled mirth.
"You're so beautiful." Morgan stared deep into his eyes. "I could stay here all day but we need to get off the floor and clean up or we'll be late." he got off Reid pulling him to his feet.
"Do we have to? We could stay here and do more of that – " Reid pouted cutely twining his arms long arms around his lover's neck kissing him deeply.
"'K, you convinced me." Morgan chased his mouth. "Lemme call Garcia she can make our excuses."
"No!" Morgan looked up in surprise at the vehemence in his voice, "I mean I forgot," he backpedaled "your mom's here I should probably start to redeem myself in her eyes. Keeping you away from her will not help with that. We've got an hour before we have to leave think I can make you happy again – twice!" He joked dragging him towards the shower.
xxxxx
As the black SUV pulled up in front of the swanky hotel Reid glanced apprehensively at the brightly lit entrance.
"You look like you're going to your execution."
"What if they hate me?"
"They wont."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Baby, I know you're scared but we have to go through it to get through it. I talked to Desiree only about 20 people including the team showed. You've faced down unsubs bent on murder, this will be a walk in the park compared to that."
Reid opened the car door as the valet came up for the keys. "Uh Spence wait up. I didn't use a condom the first time. It was wrong and I should have asked you first. I had my physical two weeks ago and I want you to know that I'm good. I know I have nothing to worry about with you, I just didn't – don't want to have anything between us when we make love."
"No, I feel the same way, it's ok - I'm good too."
It was a night punctuated by desperate, drunken raucous laughter with family and true friends. Reid finally gave a sigh of relief when momma Morgan pinched his cheeks and gave him a fierce hug. Des and Sarah also expressed their happiness to meet him again, which he knew eased Derek's mind. They tumbled into bed at 4am reaching for each other blindly, 'It will be ok' Reid reassured himself as he snuggled into Morgan's body and passed out.
3 weeks later
Morgan leaned insistently on Garcia's doorbell "Baby girl, I know you're in there. Let me in." He'd had a terrible day. Since the 'wedding that wasn't' he'd been getting hassled at work. It was subtle and persistent but luckily those assholes weren't very creative. The dildos that had tumbled out of his locker at the training center was just one more dumb prank from those homophobic jerks. As long as none of it affected Spencer he could live with it but it'd put him in a fighting mood. Unable to trace those fucking cowards he'd decided to deal with yet another looming problem.
He needed to talk to his friend, "Garcia." he yelled above the pounding on the door.
"Hey Sweetness," she said brightly opening the door, "Come in, my boudoir awaits. What can I do you for?"
He turned to face her momentarily distracted by the giant bunny ears on her slippers. "You can tell me why you've been avoiding me."
"What?" she huffed in disbelief "Honey, we talk everyday."
"Yeah we talk but not the way we used to. If you have a problem with me being gay we should talk about it."
"That's not it at all. You know I'm down with the hot man on man action."
"But there is a problem? Is it Reid?" Her face went blank she was obviously trying so hard to shield. "Okay it is Reid!"
"I didn't say that."
"You know you can't lie worth a damn. So just out with it - Is it cos I didn't tell you about us? I know how you love being the fountain of knowledge from whom us mere mortals only get to drink. Believe me I wanted to tell you after the first time we got together but he shut me down cold and I just wanted to lick my wounds in private."
Garcia fiddled with the straps of her robe. "Speaking of boy genius, where's he at?"
"On a consult with Prentiss in Maryland. He should be home soon. I texted to let him know I'd be here so he wouldn't worry incase I got home late."
"That's nice"
"That's nice? Who are you? No jokes about how I'm pussy whipped?" he stood there incredibly frustrated, getting pissed off when her home phone began to ring off the hook.
"Leave it," he ordered when the answering machine clicked on and a familiar voice rang out.
"Garcia, great you're not home and your cell's off. Derek's coming to see you." Morgan blocked her from reaching the phone, the stricken look on her face giving her away. "I know this is hard on you and it's a lot to ask. I know that but you promised not to – not to tell him about what happened with us. Please, I - uh I'm begging you don't tell him. I'll do anything please just - don't tell him."
Morgan hit the speaker button, "Don't tell me what, Spencer?" Garcia was weeping openly by this point. "One of you needs to tell me what the hell is going on? Penelope?" she shook her head helplessly. "Reid I'm coming over. You better be there when I get there."