Authors Note::Wow, didn't think i`ll get this far but…I did! Ch 3 is here and its about time Reid had some power. Will there be a ch 4? Only time will tell. ENJOY and R&R please!
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The warm country air was welcoming, like stepping into a familiar place and even at 1 in the morning, it was comfortable. Of course in a setting like this night came with a feeling of being vulnerable, the darkness consumed the whole lake area and yet with Morgan, Reid felt secured.

Even at 1 in the morning the young off-duty agent was getting lost in a book. This was his way of relaxing, to find tranquilly-it was a job only a good story could do.
After all Reid had spent the day fixing up the lone cabin, settling in and of course, taking a very long (and much needed) bath. Morgan was helpful, even cooked dinner but had decided to turn in early.

Even at 1 in the morning the muscled agent appeared so damn appetizing. Reid kept sifting his eyes from the book to the half naked sleeping man. The slender profiler wondered if maybe Morgan was really awake, waiting to catch him off-guard and...Reid was quick to get that idea out of his head. He was exhausted, sore even, from all that 'fun' they had on the road. Sex in the car, sex at the gas station, sex while driving, and sex in an open field…it was all just too much.
But damn it, it all felt so fucking good.

Even at 1 in the morning Reid began to crave some attention. To lie in bed with a man who was wearing nothing more but white boxer-shorts was such a tease. Reid felt as if Morgan was mocking him…as if he knew the reaction that would come about.
Reid struggled with what to do. He was still sore, still recovering so to speak, but damn it…he can't just sit there with his tiny lamp and book in hand.

Even at 1 in the morning Reid gave in. He carefully pulled the bed covers away from the sleeping Morgan and cautiously his boxer-shorts as well. The small piece of clothing tightly wrapped around Morgan's knees while Reid took hold of the sleeping flesh in-between Morgan's strong legs. The younger man's hot breath gave life to the soft man-hood.
Reid gently fondled the now awaking shaft while his eyes watched Morgan's face. He saw the change in the sleeping man's expressions, from being empty to a slight twitch in the eyebrow area and now with a somewhat open mouth. Reid went red in the face and while his hand remains happily with the cock, his reach forward and kissed Morgan.

Even at 1 in the morning, F.B.I agent Spencer Reid wrapped his lips around the fully awaken man-hood. Like a greedy child with candy, he too gobbled the flesh, his tongue playfully running up and down the shaft. Reid's worn-out jaw and throat found new strength as he began to take more, his lips reaching right down to the base of the harden cock.

Even at 1 in the morning, Reid found himself gagging.
He found himself on top of a sleeping Morgan.
He placed lube on his sore hole.
And at 1 in the morning he guided Morgan's cock right into his lower opening.

The soreness faded and pleasure sank in. Amusingly, Reid kept his eyes on Morgan's continuously twitching face. The sleeping man was licking his lips, his eyes daring not to open.

Even at 1 in the morning, Reid made sure Morgan was having good dreams.

THE END