A/N: Sorry the lengthy amount of time between updates. I have become increasingly frustrated with this story, and my college work load isn't helping work it out. But I think my block has been lifted. Sooo, finally, here we go.

Wiggling his ass around was something that Spencer Reid did on occasion when he was in a particularly upbeat mood. He'd never let anyone know it though. So, when he woke up Sunday morning, he popped in an upbeat mix of 90's music and danced around his apartment while he cleaned it from top to bottom.

He decided that his date with Morgan, albeit mushy, was moving and shoved the mutual feelings into reality. With the rolling feelings of intrigue in his gut he'd laid down to sleep that night with thoughts clashing in his mind. With his happiness came unwelcome, probably ridiculous, questions. What if he wasn't good enough? He'd barely had any relationships and was terrible with sexual touch. Morgan was a man of desire, what if he wanted to move faster than he, himself, did?

Grumbling to himself, Reid had finally slipped off into dream land too late in the night, and found himself in a drowsy shock when he woke in a much better state of mind than when he fell asleep, so he had set about getting out his excited energy cleaning his apartment.

When his buzzer sounded around two in the afternoon he stood rigidly straight and stared in wide eyed horror at the intercom system. Morgan couldn't have just dropped by announced, he wasn't dressed for it! Morgan had seen him in much less, and in much more unflattering clothing before, but now that their relationship had changed into a different playing field, it suddenly seemed to matter much more.

The buzzer sounded again and Reid scrambled to the intercom in a panic.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey, Pretty Boy. Sorry I didn't call. I was running some errands and decided it'd be easier to stop by now instead of back tracking." Morgan's tone changed to apologetic as he realized that he really should've called first, but there was no taking it back now.

"Um, yeah. Okay. Uh."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'll buzz you in." Reid hit the button to allow Morgan entrance for a moment before racing down the hallway to his bedroom.

"Aw, shit!" He howled as he stubbed his toe on the corner of his dresser in his haste to put on something more decent than a oversized tee and very unflattering duck plastered pajama bottoms. He ripped a shirt off its hanger and flung the one he was wearing off, not caring where it landed.

Knocking on his door had him cussing again, and he pulled the shirt on, ignoring the buttons to divest himself of his pants. He stumbled back and forth on one foot as he struggled to pull them off and fell to the floor with a resounding thud.

"Oh, for fucks sakes." Reid cried and threw the pants at the wall. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed a pair of jeans. They were one of his less appealing pairs, but he didn't care. Pants buttoned he looked down only to realize they had a gaping hole in the knee. With no time and an unwillingness to fall on his ass again with his lack of coordination, he shrugged back out of the button up shirt and pulled the tee back on.

"You're already blasting 90's music, might as well go all the way." He grumbled. At least he wasn't wearing ducky pajamas anymore. The knocking on his door became more insistent. "I'm coming!" He called as he slid back down the hallway. He hit his front door more enthusiastically than he intended and flung it open with a forced smile, eyes frantically wide. "Good afternoon!"

Morgan's face was caught between confused, concerned, and amused. Reid realized Morgan must have heard at least some part of his episode and cursed before stalking back into his apartment. Morgan smirked and followed him, watching the way the jeans crinkled around his ass as he walked. He wished they were tighter, he needed to see that nice tush.

"So, having some issues with something?" Morgan asked innocently.

"I wasn't ready, I was cleaning." Reid gestured around at the cleaning supplies littering various areas of his apartment, and the gleaming surfaces.

"That's quite alright. The grunge look works for you. It's kinda sexy." Morgan pinched Reid's bottom bravely and the man squawked. "So, you wanna come over to my place, or hang out here? I could help you clean." Morgan suggested, albeit a little unenthusiastically with his last suggestion.

The young genius shifted from foot to foot and glanced around. "You don't have to. We should just go back to your place." Reid responded, and ran his hands through his hair, sticking it up at all sorts of odd angles. Morgan loved it when he did that. It gave him that thoroughly sexed look, only problem was that he wasn't, yet.

"Alright, lets go."

"Can I change first?" Reid's voice begged slightly, and he switched off the stereo before it could play anything too embarrassing.

"Hm. No. My votes on lounge wear today. I mean look at me." He held his arms out and Reid turned to notice Morgan was wearing a blue, slightly baggier shirt, and a pair of sweats. The shirt still clung to his muscles when he moved certain ways, and Reid licked his lips at the sight.

"You, Derek Morgan, went out in public, in sweats?" Reid asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I do that sometimes. On Sundays only though." He shrugged and took a step towards Reid. "You won't hold it against me, will you?" He gave a slight pout and Reid let out a shaky laugh.

"Definitely not." He hesitantly snaked his hands around Morgan's waist and pulled him closer to inhale his scent. "Mmm. And you haven't showered, you always shower."

"I'm sure I'm all sorts of funkay."

"No. You smell like you. It's delectable." Reid sighed and licked Morgan's neck courageously. "Taste like you too."

After his initial shock at Reid's forwardness, Morgan waggled his finger at him. "Spencer Reid. You are a naughty boy."

"Shut it." Reid pulled back and grabbed his messenger bag from its place on the couch, slightly embarrassed, knowing he gave the wrong impression on his sexual comfort. "Shall we?"

"You're actually going for the lounge wear?"

"Would you have given me a choice?"

Morgan fake pondered for a moment before giving a jubilant, "Hell no!" And lead them back towards the front door. Reid rolled his eyes and followed him.

The day seemed to be much more comfortable than their date so far. Maybe it was the lack of formality, and the alleviated tension after laying their feelings on the table, but their ease with each other as friends was beginning to come back into play as lovers.

"We don't really have an agenda for today, do we?" Morgan mentioned when they entered his home and kicked their shoes unceremoniously off onto the matt.

"It's funny, that should really bother me. It usually does, but for some reason today, with you, I don't really seem to care." Reid beamed radiantly at Morgan before neatly organizing their shoes on the matt.

"Well, good, because I don't either." Morgan bopped Reid on the nose and the younger scrunched up his face adorably. Morgan couldn't resist following the bop with a kiss to the nose and Reid scrunched his face further. "You, are too freaking cute." Morgan told him and reached out to grasp Reid's hips.

Prominently blushing, Reid knew he should return the compliment. "And you, are too handsome." He said, and allowed Morgan to step forward as he gently pulled Reid closer and pressed their hips together, further testing the line of acceptable intimacy.

"You are the most beautiful thing to walk the planet." Morgan knew he sounded cheesy, but he also knew that he didn't give a flying fuck.

"There is no creature, human or not, in the universe or any other, that exudes as much sexiness as you do." Reid brought his hands around to squeeze Morgan's ass.

"Whoa, babe. Is there some sex monster you need to tell me about?"

Reid frowned and let his hands move up to Morgan's back instead, leaning back slightly. "You've never seen my sexual side because I don't broadcast it, that doesn't mean it's never existed before." Reid muttered.

The bigger man studied his new boyfriend, his forehead crinkling in thought. "Then why did you just back up into that shell of yours?" Reid mumbled something and flushed, his eyes suddenly finding Morgan's shoulder much more fascinating than his eyes. Morgan sighed and put one hand on Reid's shoulder, the other under his chin, crooking his face back up to his.

"I'm sorry. I'm just…I don't have a lot of experience. And I'm pretty average looking, which 59% of people would also describe themselves as such, and you are just so damn gorgeous, and confident, and-" A calloused hand came up to cover Reid's lips and he closed his eyes, not wanting to see the frustration in his counterpart's eyes.

"Dr. Spencer Reid, open your eyes and look at me." Morgan commanded, at first Reid refused, taking a breath in through his nose. "Now." Morgan demanded, his voice raising in strength and decibel. He brought his other hand to grasp the other side of Reid's face and sighed. "I would not, will not, rush you into anything you don't want to do yet, and I will not leave you because you're not ready for something. I am by your side for the long haul. And average looking?"

Flushed in the cheeks, Reid averted his eyes again.

"Look at me." Morgan sighed in exasperation. "You know what I thought when I first saw you?" Reid's eyes lit in curiosity and Morgan gave him a small smile. "That you were going to get me into a lot of trouble. I tried not to look at you sexually…but over the years you've only gotten sexier and more beautiful with every day, and then I couldn't ignore it anymore." Morgan rubbed a thumb along Reid's defined jaw line. "And I had to admit to myself that you were gorgeous, in body and mind."

The pink crimson of Reid's blush had grown to a full red. Amazed by his friend and colleagues opinion of him, he felt guilt bubble in his gut as well. Morgan's past with Buford moved into the forefront of his mind. He wondered how hard it had been to come to terms with his bisexuality. He probably blamed it on the sexual abuse at first.

"Um…Was I the first…male, that you were sexually attracted to?" Reid whispered. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but his curiosity got the better of him.

Frowning, Morgan tensed, but moved his arms to bring Reid close to his chest, nuzzling his face in his hair. "There have only been a couple. I had a hard time with it."

"I'm sorry…I shouldn't have asked." Reid muttered regrettably. He hadn't meant for the mood to change so drastically. He always had to open his big mouth.

"We have to share sometimes." Morgan drew back slightly to rub his cheek against Reid's to let him know it was okay despite his hardened tone. "Have you had breakfast?"

"It's two in the afternoon."

"You didn't answer my question."

Reid scrunched his face and took Morgan's lead to a change in conversation. "I'm not hungry."

"Come on, angel face." Morgan said softly, and pulled the man into the kitchen after him. "What would you like?"

"Um. Coffee?" Reid said weakly. "Can't we skip it?"

"If you hadn't already, I wouldn't interrupt play time for it now. Come on, genius. You know breakfast is the most important meal of the day." Morgan teased, forcing the mood back up with ease, and shoving unwelcome memories away to form happier new ones.

"I don't need it. I'm a genius after all. Food has no control over my brain power." Reid knew his excuse wouldn't work, but it was worth a try.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny. Now pick something. Anything." Morgan decided Reid needed a little color to his cheeks and reached out, tickling along his ribcage.

The touch had the desired effect, and Reid's face lit up in a slight blush as he giggled.

"Fine. Eggs and toast." He shied away from Morgan's touch to lean against the counter.

"It's a start." Morgan purred and opened the fridge to get to work. "Sit down, I will be your cook and waiter this fine afternoon."

"Not that I don't appreciate the chivalry, but I don't think I can sit and watch you cook for me." Reid gave Morgan a stern look and the elder chuckled.

"Sorry, babe. But you're going to have to get used to that. I grew up with three women." He winked and pulled out the eggs and butter.

Grumbling, Reid flopped down in a chair. He knew better than to argue with a mindset Morgan. The man was stubborn beyond belief. He watched as Morgan moved around the kitchen and caught himself watching his ass, and the way his muscles rippled as he moved, more than anything else.

"So, movie day?" Morgan was talking. Reid hadn't even realized it he was so caught up in the man's physique. He blushed and shook his head vigorously.

"Sorry, what?" Reid asked weakly. "I got lost in thought."

"Or, my ass. Whichever one." Morgan teased. "I was asking if you wanted to watch some movies today? Have a good ole relaxing home day?"

The young genius nodded enthusiastically before realizing Morgan couldn't see him. "That sounds great." How did the aspect of something normally so dull to him suddenly seem so enthralling?

Morgan flipped the eggs onto the plate just as the toast popped up. He quickly buttered it and laid the meal in front of his love.

"I totally agree." Morgan handed Reid a fork.

"Did you know you can't taste food unless it's mixed with saliva?" Reid took the fork.

"No, but thanks for the info. Now, eat up. All of it." He gave Reid a stern look and the man snorted at him.

"Mother hen." He grumbled but began to get to work on the meal. The sooner he put it down, the sooner he could be curled up on the couch.

Astonishing Morgan, Reid shoveled the food down in record time and stood abruptly. "Next!"

"Want some orange juice to wash that down?" Morgan smirked.

"The FDA regulations state that one cup of orange juice can contain up to ten fruit fly eggs, and two maggots." Reid's face contorted with disgust. "So, needless to say, I don't drink it. Most FDA regulations are actually quite vulgar though, so I try not to think about it too much. Did you know-"

"That you are ridiculously adorable and turn me on an obscene amount when you start spouting off facts like that? Absolutely." Morgan cut Reid off with a compliment, and Reid blushed furiously, shifting in his seat anxiously.

"I'm gonna clean up and grab Clooney from the garage, why don't you go in the living room and pick out a movie? And no Star Wars today." Morgan waggled a finger at his boyfriend who stuck his tongue out at him before moving out to the living room.

Morgan had thought Reid would've picked a movie by the time he was done washing the dishes, but when he entered the living room he found him still sitting on his knees, legs folded under him, mismatched socks on display, studying his movies dubiously.

Smirking, Morgan came to crouch behind his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him. "Oh, come on Pretty Boy. Nothing looks good?" The slender man in his arms jolted in surprise with a strangled cry of surprise.

"Whoa, take a breather there babe." Morgan steadied Reid by his shoulders and pulled him backwards into his arms.

"Sorry, I'm not used to…touch." Reid mumbled guiltily, although he knew Morgan was already aware of that fact. He found himself thankful they'd been friends for as long as they had.

"I know, if you don't see it coming it startles you. My bad." Morgan rubbed his arm and turned his attention back to the DVDs. "So, nothing sparking your interest? I didn't think I had that bad of taste."

Thankful that Morgan didn't dwell on it he forced himself to lean back into Morgan's embrace. "No, I just wasn't sure what you were in the mood for."

"Well, I'm always in the mood for a little something, something, else." Morgan waggled his eyebrows.

"You know what I meant." Reid rolled his eyes.

"I asked you to choose because you're a little pickier than me about movies, so grab one." Morgan shrugged and turned his attention to kissing the crook of Reid's neck.

Electricity jolting across his skin, Reid tried to focus on the decision at hand, but it seemed Morgan was intent on making that impossible. With a grunt of frustration Reid grabbed a movie at random before turning and thrusting it into Morgan's hands.

Chuckling, Morgan moved to the DVD player, having successfully distracted Reid enough to get a decision out of him, although he noted it wasn't really a choice he normally would've made, he probably didn't even know what the movie was about.

"Come here, Pretty Boy." Morgan flopped on the couch and opened his arm's wide. Reid smiled shyly, and sat gently on the couch, his nerves displayed all over his body language. Morgan grabbed his slender shoulders and pulled him backwards before wrapping his muscular arm around him and bringing him close to his side. Sighing, Reid allowed Morgan's warmth to flow through him and he lay his head back on to his shoulder, feeling his nerves start to drain from his body.

Minutes into the movie Reid found himself turning his face to lay his ear against Morgan's broad front, his heartbeat soothing him into a lull. Morgan's occasional chuckle would rumble through his chest, the sound soothing Reid further.

Reid's body had become like putty against Morgan's. The elder breathed in and out a few times before gently cupping Reid's chin and guiding his face upwards. Big, brown eyes met his, a shy twinkling of excitement shining in their depths. Slowly, Morgan moved his face forward, wanting to give Reid an out if he wanted it, but to his relief Reid leaned forwards, and their lips finally came sliding together in a modest kiss. Moments drew on as their lips moved together in a subdued dance, until one of Reid's hands came up to run underneath Morgan's shirt hesitantly. A groan rolled out of Morgan's lips and he leaned forward to deepen the kiss, his tongue running back and forth against the younger's lips, begging entrance, which Reid granted with a whimper.

Hands ran across any exposed flesh, as the rhythm to their make out session became more frantic. Morgan grabbed a hold of his slender boyfriend, yanking him up and on top of him to straddle his lap, making their erections very well known. Reid felt his face heat slightly in response to their new found position, but determinedly kept his lips locked with Morgan's, a moan falling from his lips.

Unable to hold back his lust, Morgan's hips began to rise and fall on their own accord, seeking friction. The increased contact bringing a whimper from the slender form on top of him, who threw his head back and rutted his hips forward in response, giving Morgan a maddening display of the gorgeous man's normal innocence devolved into debauchery.

Reid's normally constant thoughts began to fall away as Derek Morgan erased his inhibitions, and blanked his mind to fill it with sensation. Timidly, Reid began to play with the hem of Morgan's shirt as they moved against each other. Sensing what Reid wanted, but was too embarrassed to do himself, Morgan reached between them to throw his shirt unceremoniously across the room.

With a uncharacteristic show of confidence, Reid latched onto Morgan's shoulder and began to suck and bite his way across his collar bone. Morgan's chest lifted and heaved in response to press against the delicious contact, his hips grinding upwards violently, Reid's body bouncing upwards with the force.

Reid let out a whimper when he felt Morgan's hands settle against his sides, grabbing fistfuls of Reid's shirt, and yanking it over his head before Reid could have a second thought. Strong, arms, and Morgan's musky scent enveloped him. Gasping at the feel of Morgan's hot skin on his, he ground his hips forward faster.

Morgan's hands flitted, teased, and rubbed all over every part of Reid's frame he could get to, unable to stop them in one place, wanting nothing more than to worship the man's slender body, and push him into ecstasy.

With Reid too lost in the sensations flowing through him, his hesitation seemed to take a temporary leave of absence. His lips crashing against the darker man's, he brought Morgan's tongue into his mouth, sucking and biting on it. Moaning in response, Morgan's hips came up to meet Reid's even more harshly, the feel of their cocks rubbing together pushing them closer to the edge. Pulling his face away from Reid's, Morgan moved from his ear down to his neck, teasing lightly against his skin to contrast with the rough grinding of their hips.

"Oh god, oh Derek!" Reid cried and Morgan knew it was coming, giving Reid one last push to the edge he bit down on his collar bone, pleased to feel the body straddling him bow backwards, and Reid's sinful cry of pleasure light up the air, the sound pulling Morgan's release along to follow him into the oblivion of ecstasy.

As Morgan rode out the last bit of his orgasm, head thrown against the back of the couch, Reid's head of brown curls fell forward onto his shoulder, his breathing erratic and his mind filled with fuzz. How on Earth had Morgan done that?

"Pretty Boy, you're amazing." Morgan's words ghosting across his neck brought Reid slightly back to reality.

"So much for the movie." Reid yawned, his head turning slightly to nestle against Morgan's chest.

"You wouldn't have liked it anyway." Morgan chuckled, his arms wrapping themselves around Reid's waist, and pulling him forward to nestle him against his body as close as possible.

"Should we get cleaned up?" Reid mumbled, not really wanting to move, but not knowing how things were normally done after you got done rutting against each other and your shorts were wet with cum.

"No…We'll do it later." Morgan muttered drowsily, perfectly content to fall asleep as they were, and with Reid's mind unaccustomedly foggy, the young genius decided to agree and let sleep take him. If that was dry humping with Morgan, sex with him was going to take away his title of certifiable genius.

A/N: Again, I apologize for the wait. Please review! I am hopeful to be updating within the next two days. =)