Authors Note:: This fic takes place just a few hours after '1 in the morning'. And just for a little fun fact, a lot of the past ch's show very little dialogue because I wanted the focus to be on their…uh- physical relationship so now things are going to be a little different. Enjoy and please R&R!
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6:46 AM
The early morning air was intoxicating as Morgan and Reid stood backside to each other under the rising sun on their tiny fishing boat (not so much as a fishing boat, more like an old row boat). And while one off duty agent was feeling well rested, the other was rather tired.
"Didn't get much sleep last night?" Morgan asked, half worried about his weary friend.
But Reid didn't respond, at least not right away, after all he blames Morgan for his late night 'escapades' and as such he only scoffed at the man.

After a much needed yawn, something started to pull on Reid's fishing line and while Morgan grew in excitement the slender agent had a real hard time holding on.
"Don't let it go!" Morgan yelled as he dropped his own line in order to help Reid. His strong arms wrapped around the man, squeezing his thin frame.
Reid went red in the face. He couldn't help it; Morgan's touch just had such a strong effect on him.

"Come on!"
The enthusiasm in Morgan's voice was charming at best.

And of course, as the fish line came rearing in-it was only a boot. In fact Reid had a pile of boots next to him and this; this was just one more for his collection. "…Would rather be inside with a book…" The younger man murmured.

Morgan just laughed while patting the boot collector on the back. "Keep trying kid".

Moments (and one more boot) later, Reid found himself wandering into Morgan's space. He watched carefully as the other man raised those strong shoulders of his and released the line.
Both in awe and doubt, Reid couldn't seen to understand why Morgan liked him so. Was it just the sex? Or-
"It's not like I'm an athlete…or…"
There was a hesitation in thought; Reid didn't want to believe he was just some blow-up doll.

"Morgan…" Reid said nervously, blushing as the bigger man turned his attention away from the fishing rob and on to him.

"Yea?"

"So, you like girls…or…?"

There was a slight pause.

"What are you asking?" Morgan went serious.

At this point Reid was unable to face Morgan's graze.

"I'm just wondering if…"

"If I'm using you?"

The younger man nodded, worried about the answer he was about to get. And then he felt it, the warm embrace of Derek Morgan.

"You over-think too much you know what"

"It's a thing I do" Reid joked.

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"You know…it's funny…I had a dream…like this last night"
Morgan was panting in-between words as little bits of sweat fell from his face and onto Reid's burning back.

The younger man had his face on the soft pillow, his moans and cries muffled. As Morgan entered into his tender flesh Reid dug his fingernails into the bed. The wave of pleasure was over-whelming in fact, his toes were curling up.

"Reid…" Morgan started again, this time kissing the others neck. "Did I tell you…I'm glad you came with me"

For the rest of the night the sounds of moaning pleasure filled the lone cabin.

The End