A/N: I apologize for the fact that they're taking so long on getting to it, but I promise when they do I will have wonderful gooy, chocolate and vanilla sexiness. I want to pay close attention to all their firsts, so it ends up being kind of mushy too, but I'm working on dulling that down in the interest of reality and angst.
Running shoes hit pavement in a frenzied beat.
"You should've followed him, you idiot." Morgan huffed, his steps picked up more speed. "You. Should've. Followed. Him." He panted as he exerted his body to the edge.
But he hadn't. After the door slammed behind Reid he'd just sat there and stared at their two sundae bowls, half full with melted ice cream and other random ingredients. At first he'd been kind of pissed at Reid. If Reid saw the signs, then couldn't he make the connection?
That's when Morgan had realized that, no, he wouldn't have. Reid had lived most of his life thinking less of himself than he was worth. He'd also lived the duration of their friendship believing that Morgan was a lady's man, and therefore very, very straight. Morgan had never made any other notion otherwise, so why wouldn't Reid think that?
Sweat rolled off Morgan in torrents as he turned another bend of the park he liked to run at. Normally he would've taken Clooney with him, but this time he had gone solo.
Thoughts of Reid thinking that Morgan's flirting and hints were nothing more than a straight man bullshitting with his good friend ran through the muscular man's head. He felt his legs screaming at him to stop, but he pushed forward.
"Fuck." Morgan finally lightened his pace to a jog when he felt his legs about to give out on him. After letting his body wind down with a light jog for awhile he finally collapsed on a nearby bench.
Subtlety wasn't going to work. Not that he was good at it anyway. His history, and Reid's perceptions of both himself and Morgan, would not make it possible for Morgan to let Reid meet him halfway.
"At least I know he has some degree of feelings for me." Morgan continued to speak out loud to himself, his eyes wandering around the park as he thought about Reid's words before he'd left Morgan's house.
Enjoying the fresh air and the seclusion for a few moments longer Morgan hefted himself to his feet. Despite his muscles' extreme protest he decided to sprint home, take a nice hot shower, and hopefully get a hold of Reid.
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Papers littered Reid's coffee table and living room floor. He sat cross legged in front of the table, pen in hand, nose bent so close to the paper he could smell the ink. His hand scribbled frantically, and his brain completely focused on the math equations in front of him.
They weren't new equations to him. He'd solved them all before, but their familiarity and consistency brought comfort to him.
His handwriting grew more frantic and harsher as the redundancy of the equations left his brain open to wander elsewhere. His pen poked through the paper as his haste increased. He frowned at the paper, but continued, until the pen punctured another hole. He growled and threw the pen across the room.
"For a genius you are excessively idiotic." He told himself and rested his head in one of his hands. "You might as well have shouted at your straight friend that you wanted hot man sex with him." He cursed himself and let his head fall with a thud on the table.
Usually his Saturday mornings were much more productive, but he couldn't bring himself to leave his apartment. He'd even turned his phone off to avoid any invites from JJ, or pestering calls from Morgan that he was sure the man would be bombarding him with at some point in the day.
"Why can't he understand?" Reid asked his cat. Cobain stretched and came over to nuzzle Reid's leg. "Selfish, you are." Reid grumbled, but scratched his cat behind the ears before running his hand down his back and tail repeatedly.
With a frown Reid glanced around his apartment. He needed something to do. Something that kept his brain engaged that he hadn't read or solved multiple times. He looked at Cobain for guidance, but the cat was too all immersed in its petting to pay any mind to the man distributing it.
"Maybe I should go work out? It might seem weird if I show up at the FBI gym on a Saturday though. I usually go after work…" Reid scrunched his face at the thought of how many people would be there using the facility. Saturday was the most popular day for the gym.
He nixed his idea to release his sour energy at the gym and shoved himself to his feet. "Maybe I should bake? That's what Garcia does when she needs an outlet." He found himself staring at his almost empty cupboards, cursing himself for the first time at his neglect for groceries.
He opened his fridge and grumbled at the two beers he had left. "Fine. I'll be productive." He closed the door with vigor and made ready to run his errands.
Converse shoved on his feet and laced up, Reid snatched up his keys. "Wish me luck. You don't want me dying, or your wet food will never make it home. Freaking phenomenal Saturday so far." He slammed the door behind him.
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"Come on, Reid. Turn on your phone!" Morgan bellowed at his cell phone before finally tossing it carelessly on the coffee table. Clooney whined and stared at Morgan with pouty eyes.
Morgan scrubbed his hands over his face before letting them fall limp on either side of him. "Don't give me that look." He scolded his dog who knocked one of Morgan's hands with his head. The mocha skinned man shook his head, but conceded, and began to scratch behind the dog's ears. "At least you like me." He noted, and shot the phone a look like it was the inanimate object's fault Reid had turned his phone off.
When his phone started to buzz and ring Morgan gave a startled jerk, and scrambled to answer it. When he saw Garcia's name he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.
"Hey, Garcia." He winced at the tone of his voice and tried to qualm her worries before they started. "How's my sexy mama?"
"Oh, you think you are very clever, don't you? Why is Reid's phone off?" She demanded. "JJ, Prentiss, and I have been trying to invite him out shopping for the last hour."
"You three go shopping with Reid?" He asked amused.
"I go shopping with you."
"Yeah, but he goes out with all of you? Like a girls day at the mall?"
"Don't change the subject. Why is his phone off? I wanted to make sure he got some new clothes to show off."
"Let's just say he very rightfully believes I'm straight, and subtlety has done nothing but piss him off."
"Maybe I should go drag him out of his apartment and get him some retail therapy?" She suggested innocently.
"No. I don't need his brain filled with your nonsense ideas of what to do about the situation."
Garcia snorted. "He wouldn't talk to me about it if I threatened the life of his laptop."
"All the same, if his phone is off, he probably doesn't want to go shopping." Morgan told her sternly, despite the fact that he was thinking of going over there himself.
"Fiiiine." Garcia whined. "Maybe you'd like to come?"
"Hell. No." He told her, and as the sound of her laughter filled his ear he ended the call and went to dial Reid's number again.
Straight to voicemail, again. The man was going to drive him crazy. He needed to know he was okay, so he left a message this time.
"Hey, Reid. Um. I'm sorry about the last week. I'm sorry you feel that I'm obliviously stringing you along. That's not the case, I promise. Just please, call me back. I need to hear your voice. I mean, I need to know you're okay. Okay. Bye." Morgan gave his phone a bemused look. What kind of dumb message did he just leave Reid? What ever.
He opened his text inbox and found his messages with Reid, and left a message for him to call him back.
"Ugh! I'm going to fucking lose my mind!" Morgan slammed his fist on the table with more force than he intended. It felt good though, to let out his pent up frustration. With a tense gait he made his way to the basement to make good use of his punching bag. He wished he had a picture of his own face to tape on it.
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With the night came the rain. Reid didn't mind. He'd gotten some groceries, some more beer, and a couple of books from the library he hadn't read in awhile. It had been refreshing to not have his phone on, although he was sure if they'd gotten a case Hotch would've been pissed at the lack of available contact, but he'd been checking his e-mail and nothing had come up, so he sat on his couch with a beer and a book, his nerves calming a bit at last.
At first he didn't register the thundering on his door as someone trying to get his attention. When he finally realized he had a visitor his chest constricted, and anger frothed in his stomach. Didn't he get it? He wanted to be left alone.
"God dammit Morgan!" Reid cried and flung himself off the couch. "You stubborn mule!" He stomped to the door and flung it open. "What the hell do you want?"
The muscled frame standing in his doorway was soaked with rain. He was wearing a jogging outfit and no jacket. Reid tried to not let his eyes linger too long on the outline of the impressive muscles. Morgan's chest heaved with deep breaths, and his eyes were lit up with something between guilt and panic.
"Hey." Morgan said lamely, his voice tense.
"What do you want?" Reid repeated, his teeth clenched.
"The cake was from me." Morgan blurted and found he couldn't look directly at Reid anymore.
The young genius stared at Morgan perplexed. That mushy letter about his sweetness, and his beauty, had been from Derek Morgan? No, his ears could not be working.
"Um. Well, I want you to go out to dinner with me." Morgan's fists were clenching and unclenching. "Please, would you go out to dinner with me?"
Mouth agape, Reid quirked an eyebrow and stared at the dripping man on his doorstep. The man he'd been in love with for years, the man who he'd thought had been throwing jokes around carelessly, was the man that he now realized had been genuinely flirting with him.
"Please, I want to do this right. No more games. No more secret admirer bull." Morgan was staring at Reid intently. "I should've just asked you out like a man, but I wanted to let you meet me halfway. I wasn't sure if you liked me, but after this morning I was pretty sure you do, and now I'm not so sure any-"
"Hold on, just hold on." Reid closed his eyes and took in a breath through his nose, and then opened his eyes slowly with a slight wince. Morgan was still standing there. So, this was really happening. This was not a figment of his imagination. He let out a whoosh of breath. "Derek Morgan, you are a complete imbecile, and so am I-"
Reid cut himself off when Morgan took a step towards him. He put his hands on either side of the door frame and leaned forward. At first Reid looked like he might duck and run, but the slender man stayed firm. Morgan brought his face in closer and turned his head slightly until he finally found his lips against Reid's cheek. Softly, he left a small peck before he pulled away.
The soaked man stared decisively into Reid's eyes. They were cautious, but there was also a yearning there. A flash of Reid's pink tongue ran along his pouty, kissable lips. Morgan's own tongue mimicked the action and their mouths began to move towards each other, as if their faces were magnetized.
When their lips met it was light and delicate. They paused, lips barely together, and opened their eyes to take in the other man's face. Their gazes met and their kiss turned more fervent. Morgan moved his hands from the door frame and grabbed Reid by the waist, yanking him forward to mesh him against his wet body. Reid's arms came up to wrap around Morgan's neck, one hand gripping desperately to the base, their lips moved together in a fierce frenzy of pent up emotions and sexual tension.
Both men seemed to catch themselves at the exact moment, embarrassment, and reluctancy peeling them apart.
"Tomorrow night?" Morgan murmured against Reid's ear, subconsciously sucked on his cheek in his nervousness. Despite the passionate kiss, Reid still had a hard time believing any of it was happening, but he cut loose his inhibitions and leapt.
"Yes." Reid pulled back and finally cracked a unsure smile, his eyes downcast. Morgan resisted the urge to plant kisses over every inch of Reid's face and give a holler of happiness, and settled for a wild smile.
"Great! I'll pick you up around five?" Morgan's eyes were ablaze with relief, and Reid fought the feeling of elation building in his chest, and in his pants.
"Sounds good." Reid struggled to keep his voice as calm as possible as his chest stuttered, he didn't want to seem overly excited like some sort of starved for attention puppy.
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"Can I just say one thing before I leave?"
"Why not?" Reid asked cautiously, waiting for Morgan to yell April Fools on him, despite the fact that it was May.
"You are beautiful." Morgan's grin turned almost giddy before he reigned in his charm. "I'll see you tomorrow." Morgan murmured, and turned to stroll down the hallway, fighting the urge to skip and sing, leaving a very speechless, motionless, and horny, Spencer Reid standing in his open doorway.