A/N: So, this chapter gave me some grief. I hope you all like how it turned out.

"This is happening." Reid told Cobain. He was crouching down to look his cat in it's eyes, a feeling of disbelief gripping his stomach, combining strangely with the elated thumping in his chest. He stood to his full height and straightened his shirt nervously.

The young genius paced around his living room and wrung his hands. Maybe he was in some sort of deranged dream? Or part of a terrible cosmic joke? The man he was in love with, who he believed to be straight, had asked him out. It seemed ludicrous.

His phone rang and vibrated on his coffee table. He rushed over and stared at it for a second before answering with a tight happiness in his chest.

"Reid here!" He couldn't help the bounce in his voice and he struggled to control his breathing, and resist the urge to face palm.

"Hey, Spencer. I'm downstairs." Morgan told him.

"Okay, I'll be right down." Reid snapped his phone shut and felt his lips tugging upwards. He'd called him Spencer, so that meant it was okay to call him Derek. It was strange, how calling each other by their first names could bring Reid so much glee. He dismissed the thought and gathered his things.

When Morgan spotted Reid lightly jogging down the sidewalk towards his car he felt a bouncing in his chest that made him shift in his seat impatiently. He couldn't believe he'd tried subtlety because of his fear that his feelings might not be reciprocated. This was so much better.

Reid's hair was mussed in a just rolled out of bed way. His button up shirt skated just right over his chest. Morgan was relieved to see that he didn't wear another shirt under it like he usually did, but he did have on a black blazer that ended just over his buttocks, teasing him with the view of the way his trousers danced over his ass, and into those long legs.

With a charming grin Morgan hopped out of his car and came around to the passenger side door to wait for his date. His date. His smile broadened into a full Cheshire at the thought and as Reid approached he wondered what he should do. Would it be okay to kiss him again? Oh hell, he was going for at least a peck.

"Hey, there." Morgan greeted and Reid stopped in front of him awkwardly, the spontaneous feeling from the night before not gracing them with it's presence for the time being.

"Hey, um. How are you?" Reid toyed with the strap on his messenger bag. Morgan took a step forward and cautiously moved his hand to the small of Reid's slender back. He looked into Reid's eyes and the man blushed. He smiled reassuringly and cocked his head to the side to give Reid a peck on the cheek.

"You look wonderful." Morgan murmured, and pulled away from Reid's newly shaven cheek. The man's blush was much more prominent now. Morgan wanted to rub his cheek against it like a cat, but decided against it.

"Thank you, as do you, as always." Reid's blush deepened more as he tried to give Morgan a discreet once over. The man was wearing a long sleeved button up as well, with a suit jacket unbuttoned over it. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans to offset the formality of the jacket, and a silver chain hung around his neck. He was a sight to behold. He was Reid's sight to behold. Thrill gripped his innards at the thought. No, he wasn't his yet. This was a date. They hadn't discussed any formalities yet, and Reid was trying to not be too hopeful. Prepare to be disappointed.

After they'd stared at each other for a moment longer, Morgan took a step back and opened the passenger door for his date. Reid smiled awkwardly and climbed into the seat. Morgan shut the door and jogged to the other side of the car. It was time to get the night moving.

"So, what's your restaurant of choice?" Morgan glanced over at Reid as they pulled out of his apartment complex's parking lot.

"Oh, I thought you'd have one picked out."

"No, it's all on you."

"What if I say I have no idea?"

"I'd suggest the new steakhouse that opened up in the city." Morgan shrugged, deciding to help Reid along.

"Sounds good to me." Reid fiddled with his messenger bag. He didn't want there to be any unwanted, silences on this date. He wanted it to go as smoothly as possible, at least as smoothly as possible for a man such as himself.

The elder man seated next to him was thinking the same thing, but he wasn't the awkward type, so he decided to get some questions answered that he'd been thinking of for quite a while.

"So, you've had feelings for me for awhile?" He glanced over at Reid and back to the road. He wanted to read the man's facial expressions, but their lives were more important.

"Um, have you had feelings for me for awhile?"

"I asked you first."

"I asked you second." Reid retorted, not caring how childish it sounded. He didn't want to admit to Morgan he'd been pining after him for so long. He imagined he would sound like some lovesick teenager.

Morgan huffed and sucked on his cheek for a moment, thinking something along the same lines as Reid. "Fine, I'll go first, but only because I like you so much. Garcia tells me that I've liked you for four years, although I didn't know that. I first actually realized my feelings for you about two years ago. Well, my romantic feelings for you anyways."

The young genius visibly blanched, and that damned unforgiving blush began to light up his face again. "Um, what do you mean, what other feelings did you have?"

"You know damn well what I mean." Morgan growled, but when he glanced at Reid and the man was looking at him with the cutest damn pout so he conceded. "Sexual ones, okay? God damn lollipops…"

"Excuse me?"

"Reid, we've been exchanging glances for four years, two years into that you started sucking on lollipops. You are telling me you had no idea what you were doing to my dick?" Morgan asked bluntly, and turned to get on the freeway.

Silence ticked the seconds by and finally Reid spoke up. "Well, I'm not going to lie, I might've been a little hopeful that something would come out of it, even though I thought you were straight."

"You little devil." Morgan grinned.

"I should've just said something. I was a coward about it."

"Well, I have always been pretty visibly straight, save the few sexy glances towards you, which are normally misinterpreted." Morgan gave one to Reid now and the younger laughed. "Now, how long have you had feelings for me?"

"Four years, twenty seven days, four hours, thirty two minutes, and seven seconds." Reid replied automatically.

"Wow, you got it down to the second." Morgan guffawed happily.

"Yeah, well I half denied it for sometime." Reid shrugged and tried to sound nonchalant.

Morgan decided that since they were being open and honest for the first time about their feelings, he'd risk digging a little deeper. "So, are you going to tell me why you were depressed?"

The brief glower on Reid's face was hard to miss, but he stuffed it back down and smiled weakly. "I already told you, I was just feeling sorry for myself."

"About what?"

Reid mumbled something and Morgan leaned over slightly, eyes still on the road. "What was that?"

The slender man beside him sank a little in his seat. "Fine, I was depressed because I was finally realizing that I couldn't deny my feelings for you and it was eating me up." Reid almost spat the words, but changed his tone of voice considerably.

"Wait, what? Are you serious?" Morgan's whole face contorted into one of concern and he risked a longer look at his date. "I'm sorry, Spencer."

"You shouldn't be the only one to be sorry, and you're not. I'm sorry too Derek. I played an equal part to our silence."

Signaling for the off ramp, Morgan focused on driving momentarily. They exited the freeway and soon they found themselves in the heart of the city.

"Well, I can say I feel pretty reassured and confident about this now." Morgan said, trying to pick the mood back up, and pulled into a parking garage. "I wasn't sure the degree of your feelings for me."

"I still don't think you know the degree of my feelings for you." Reid replied simply, and to Morgan's surprise he leaned over so he could comfortably rest his hand on Morgan's thigh. It had taken a lot for Reid to build up the courage to initiate some contact, but he had a feeling if he didn't Morgan would begin to doubt his words.

Car put into park, Morgan grabbed Reid's hand, and looked into his date's eyes. Those perfect, expressive, brown eyes. He gave Reid's hand a soft squeeze.

"Alright, are you ready for some hopefully bomb ass steak?" He let go of the slender fingers to take the keys out of the ignition and open his car door.

"Heck yeah. I forgot how hungry I was."

"You know what I never understood about you? How does someone forget their hungry?" Morgan's look was one of genuine confusion as the two climbed out of the car. Reid snorted and closed the door behind him and watched the impressive man walk around the car towards him.

"Well, not all of us are bottomless pits, and some of us have more important things racing through our brains than nourishment."

"Fine, fine, I concede, for now." The two men fell into step together and started to leisurely stroll towards the city streets.

That's when Morgan realized he wasn't sure if Reid would be comfortable holding hands in public, or maybe Morgan could put his arm around him in some nature? He wanted to wrap his arm around the slender waist, or lace his hand with Reid's. But the dynamics of the relationship were in the early stages. Should he ask if Reid was against or for PDA?

The two men walked in perfect stride with one another. Reid fidgeted with the strap of his messenger bag, and glanced at Morgan through the corner of his eye. He wanted to feel the touch of Morgan somehow. He wanted to feel the safety of the other man's body.

Finally, Reid decided to throw his apprehensions out the window and dropped one clammy hand from his messenger bag and tentatively grabbed a hold of the elder's hand. Morgan felt his tension slightly drain at the shy touch. He grinned at Reid so wide he was sure he looked dopey, but he didn't care. He laced his fingers with Reid's and brought their hands together as tightly as possible.

Mutual fuzzy feelings, as Garcia would call them, raced up each man's arm. Reid's heart stuttered a bit before lifting into his throat, and Morgan's step became more of a bounce.

"And here we are. I hope it's as good as the reviews said." Morgan let go of Reid's hand to open the door for him.

"Thanks." Reid mumbled. He hoped Morgan wasn't trying to feminize him. He realized that while they were both men, one of them definitely wore the pants, so to speak, in their relationship. At first he felt a little anger bubble rise in his stomach, but it was quickly popped when he found he actually didn't mind it that much. Morgan knew he was a man, and he still had his own masculinity, but he liked being treated, so he pushed the concern aside.

The restaurant was pretty busy, it had gained a good reputation already, but Morgan managed to get their names moved up on the list with a little green persuasion. They were seated within fifteen minutes at a table in the back. It wasn't the greatest seat in the house, but neither of them cared.

"Mmm. They've got salmon." Reid practically moaned in satisfaction and was about to fold his menu.

Morgan scoffed, "what? You are getting a steak. The biggest, juiciest, steak they have." He told Reid, and looked down at his own menu. "The 20 oz."

"Excuse me? I'll order what I want." Reid scoffed back, and looked down at his menu pointedly.

"It's a steak joint, you gotta get a steak. And you don't need lean meats like fish, you need beef." He whined slightly and gave Reid his best pout. It wasn't as good as the genius', or at least he didn't think so. Reid on the other hand found Morgan's pout to be one of the single most evilly adorable things he'd ever witnessed, next to Cobain when he was a kitten and had hissed at him for a full minute.

"Fine." Reid sighed and set down his menu. "You win."

"Whoa, that easy, huh?"

"Don't get any ideas about using that face on a regular basis."

"I didn't think it was that good."

"You thought wrong." Reid gave his best glare, but Morgan knew it was in good fun so he chuckled. That's when he realized Reid had rested his hand on top of the table. He hoped that meant what he thought it did. He took in a little breath and reached out his own hand to grasp Reid's and pull it closer to him. Reid moved his fingers to embrace Morgan's hand in his, and they let their hands rest peacefully together.

"Hi there, I'm Kevin, what can I get for you two tonight?" Their waiter had arrived and had thankfully ignored their public display of affection.

They placed their order for two 20 ounce sirloins and picked their sides and drinks. Their beers came back quickly, and they settled in to wait for their dinner.

"So, you said Garcia knew about your feelings for me?" Reid piped up a conversation. He wasn't sure how to pick a topic really. They'd known each other for so long, there wasn't much of a get to know each other better stage.

Morgan smiled fondly and took a sip of his beer. "Yeah, she's apparently the fountain of all knowledge. Although, she didn't know if you had as strong as feelings for me as I did for you." Morgan found himself oggling his date. He took in the strong, defined jaw line and the beautiful eyes lit up by a rare true happiness.

"Alright, here we are." Kevin had returned with their food. Reid was impressed by the timing, and both men's mouths watered at the sight laid before them.

"You ready for this?" Morgan asked eagerly, and picked up his knife and fork. Reid mirrored his actions and the two cut a piece out of their steaks simultaneously.

"On three." Morgan said. It was a ritual of theirs when they went out with the team to a new place to taste the food at the same time. "One, two, three." The food went into their mouths and they both immediately dissolved.

"Mmm." Reid groaned and watched his date's eyes slide closed as he relished the way the steak's juices burst in his mouth. Several sexual thoughts and images flashed through his mind and he almost choked on his steak. He decided he'd better close his eyes too before his mind ran away into the land of dirty thoughts and boners.

When Morgan opened his eyes it was to find Reid's eyes closed, his face lax with contentment and he shoved the grin off his face to avoid his food falling out of his mouth.

"Glad you got that steak now, eh?" Morgan finally asked when he'd swallowed his first bite. He began to cut up the rest of the meat and Reid opened his eyes to do the same.

"Yeah, we might have been a little over indulgent with that, but it's definitely worthy of it." Reid smirked and took a bite of his steamed veggies before returning to the masterpiece before him. "If I can't finish this I will be vastly disappointed."

"You can always get a go box." Morgan suggested. "Eat it tomorrow morning, you know, a real breakfast."

"Who eats steak for breakfast?"

"People who obey their stomach's desires."

"That would be your brains desires, because that would be called giving in to a craving." Reid pointed out and brought another bite to his mouth. He delicately slid the meat off his fork with his teeth and let it roll passed his lips.

"You eat sexy." Reid nearly choked at Morgan's words.

"Are you trying to kill me? Because I don't think that would be too sexy." Reid grumbled around his mouthful of food.

"I'm just speaking the truth." Morgan's lips were tugging up, and his eyes were alit with something Reid hadn't seen before. The doctor was going to try to diagnose what it was, but Morgan looked down to continue on his plate.

By the time the two were done, they were bulging from the effort of stuffing as much as they could into their stomachs. Reid was reminded of their last case and fell into a slightly brooding silence.

"Hey, none of that. This is our fun time." Morgan scolded.

"So, mind reading is working out well for you?" Reid tried to lighten his own mood per Morgan's request. He was right after all. They had to enjoy the moments they had outside of work.

"Just with you, Pretty Boy." Morgan shifted and wished he could undue his belt buckle a notch without looking conspicuous.

"Here you go, you two. Everything tasted okay?" Kevin gave them a courteous smile and set the leather booklet on the table with their check.

"Oh my god, definitely." Morgan reached forward and snatched the check before Reid could blink, taking advantage of his sedated state.

"I'm glad to hear it." Kevin took his leave again and Reid made a move to reach across the table.

"No, ah, ah." Morgan wagged a finger at him and sat up a bit to take out his wallet. "I'm taking you out to dinner. Remember?"

"You better be thankful I'm in a food coma, or I would totally wrestle you for that."

"Are you making up your own medical terms now, doctor?"

"Yes, yes I am." Reid paused. "It isn't possible to go into a coma from eating too much, but it does cause your brain and body to slow down into a relaxed state."

Morgan shook his head with a content smile and set the booklet back on the table with their payment.

After paying and leaving a generous tip, the two stood slowly and sluggishly moved to the door.

"Food coooomaaa." Morgan groaned in exaggeration and Reid giggled. The elder felt his chest skip with pride. He loved making Reid giggle. He snaked his arm around the slender man's waist and pulled him in close to his side. At first Reid stiffened, but relaxed to lean into the strong man's body. He could smell Morgan's light burst of cologne, and his underlying natural spice.

"Mmm." Morgan hummed in content and turned his head to nuzzle his face into Reid's hair. It smelled of vanilla, and slightly of something manlier. He lay a drawn out kiss into his locks of hair and Reid seemed to melt even more into his arms.

When they reached the car they regrettably parted and belted themselves into their seats. Although Morgan wanted to take Reid home with him, he wanted to do the first date thing right, so he turned the car on and made their way back to Reid's apartment.

The drive home was relatively quiet, neither feeling the need to fill the void of silence anymore. It was as if they had clambered over the hump of awkward and entered the land of content. Too soon they found themselves regrettably pulling into Reid's parking lot. Morgan drove deliberately slower to park the car and shut it off. "I'll walk you to the door." He expected some sort of argument. Something like, you don't have to do that, which was very Reid. He didn't like people going out of their way for him, but Reid nodded happily and climbed out of the SUV.

Immediately Morgan brought Reid into his side with one arm and the younger found himself unconsciously nuzzled into the almost constant warmth of Morgan's body, his own arm coming up to wrap around the elder's lower back.

Much like the drive home, the front door to Reid's apartment building came upon them much too quickly. Morgan shifted the slender man so they were embracing front on. He relished in the way that the smaller mans body conformed to him and brought one hand to hold Reid's head in place against him, his other arm in place around his back, Reid's arms laced around his back as tightly as possible. The scent of vanilla and cologne enveloped them into a bubble of comfort.

Reid felt Morgan's neck stiffen under his touch, and at first dread plopped into his stomach. Was the man having second thoughts? Did Reid do something wrong? It wasn't until he built up the courage to look him in the eye that he realized that the something was wrong was over his shoulder. Resisting the urge to turn to look, Reid put the question in his eyes.

"There's a man at your five o'clock, by his car, he's watching us."

If anyone outside of his team had said it, Reid may have doubted if they read the person correctly, but it was Morgan.

Reid brought his lips right next to his date's ear to make it seem like an intimate moment. "Watching us like how?"

"I can't make out his face." Morgan responded, laying a kiss on Reid's shoulder with his eyes trained on the figure. "His posture isn't threatening, more tense. I'm walking you up."

With no resistance, Reid fished out his keys and let them into the building. Pretending to want the door to shut quietly, Morgan turned to guide it closed. The man was getting into his car.

"He's leaving." Morgan reported and followed Reid to the stairwell. "Have you noticed anyone weird around, someone you keep seeing?"

"No, I haven't. You don't have to ask." Reid shot over his shoulder. The presence of the figure was unnerving, but he was slightly perturbed by Morgan's doubt in him. "I am an FBI profiler, I'm cautious."

"Sorry, Pretty Boy. I had to ask." Morgan winced and stopped next to Reid in front of his door.

"I know, Mr. Alpha-me-protect. Roar." Reid smirked and Morgan moved in a flash, his hands yanking Reid's body to his.

"Yes, roar." Morgan growled and ran his hands across Reid's back until he had him in a glove like hug, his body swallowing the slighter man's frame.

"Thank you for tonight, it was wonderful." Reid's voice was shy and muffled against Morgan's chest.

"Thank you, Spencer." Morgan pulled Reid back slightly and cupped his hand against the man's cheek. Reid brought one hand behind Morgan's neck, and the two realized they were both on the same field.

Slowly, relishing in the moment leading up to it, they began to move their faces closer together. Reid's tongue flicked across his lips and Morgan's mouth watered at the sight. When their lips finally slid together Reid gave I unintended moan and felt the other man's lips turn up in a smirk as their lips moved and melded together, chaste, and careful. Both set of lips pouted outwards, holding on to prolong the moment, as both men's faces pulled away regrettably.

"Spencer Reid." Morgan breathed and licked his lips. The sugary taste of Reid splashed across his taste buds and he almost surged his face forward again. He struggled to speak through the bubble of suspense in his throat. "I want to do this. Me and you."

The younger man's eyes were half lidded, and a lazy smile Morgan had never bore witness to sat on his lips.

"Yes." Reid replied simply. The disbelief that any of this was happening was swept away with the honesty of Morgan's words. Morgan leaned forward again and sealed the words with another kiss. Their lips moved together slowly and sensually, both feeling the promise that was made with it.

When they pulled apart for the second time Morgan rubbed his thumb against one of Reid's defined cheek bones and beamed at him. Oh how he wanted to follow Reid over his threshold, but he reigned his desires in temporarily. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Reid grinned radiantly and kissed Morgan on the cheek. "Definitely."

Before Morgan climbed into his SUV with all the happiness he thought was possible, he threw his eyes around the lot for the man or the car, but they were both gone. He pushed the anxious feeling the man had caused him aside, setting his mind on the joy the night with Spencer had given him.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the slight mush. I just imagine they'd be that way sometimes.