A/N: Ok, the smut has arrived! This chapter is all about boy/boy sex, language, and a definite lack of fluff (sorry, fluff fans...) Reviews would be awesome!

Seds

Morgan opened the door to his bedroom and gestured for Reid to go in ahead of him. Neither of them spoke. They maintained an air of studied casualness, as if stripping naked in front of each other was the most ordinary thing in the world, but they barely looked at each other until they were both under the covers. Morgan snaked an arm around Reid's shoulders and went in for a kiss, but Reid stiffened and sat upright. In a businesslike tone he asked, "You do have, uh, protection and stuff, right?"

It occurred to Morgan that he'd had more romantic preludes to sex with complete strangers, but he thought he understood. Knowing Reid, he was probably concerned about Bureau policies-maybe he had to keep things as unemotional as possible in order to rationalize doing this with a fellow agent.

"Yeah." He opened his nightstand drawer and took out a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant, then turned and gave Reid a grin; the corners of Reid's mouth turned up as well, but he appeared too preoccupied for it to be called a smile. He settled back into the pillow and looked up at the ceiling.

"Come here." Morgan pulled him to him, brought his hand to Reid's chest and thumbed lazy circles on a nipple. He trailed his fingertips downward over his belly while he pressed his mouth against Reid's neck. He stroked Reid's cock, nuzzled him a little, then sought his lips, and after a moment, Reid gave in to a deep kiss.

"Touch me," Morgan said softly. Reid closed his eyes and dutifully found Morgan's cock. He squeezed and stroked and tried to focus, noting how the thick, stiffening member came to life in his hand. Morgan moaned and whispered, "That feels good, baby." He moved to kiss and lick along the long arc of Reid's throat, lingered at the base, then moved lower, pressing soft, slow kisses along the way. Reid bit his lip.

That's enough, damn it. Let's get on with it.

Reid knew that he should like it, this gentleness. This warm comfortable embrace, this slow, easy build-up. He tried to relax, tried to enjoy being romanced, and maybe, at another time, he would have. Would have loved being teased and treasured and held and adored. Would have laughed when it tickled and snuggled against Morgan's muscular chest and shyly hidden his face in the warmth of his neck.

But, right now, this night, there was a buzzing in his brain, there were electric currents shooting through him that needed to be harnessed, quick, before the pressure overtook him and made him explode. He stood it as long as he could. Then he impatiently pulled away.

He reached for the lube and handed it to Morgan.

Subtle hint.

Morgan got the message, and tried not to feel hurt. He thought he understood; he knew what it was like, that need, he'd been there before, but... Maybe he thought things were different between him and Reid. Maybe he was wrong. He squashed his disappointment and took the tube, flipped open the cap and coated his fingers. He propped himself on one elbow and reached between Reid's parted thighs and found his entrance. He used a light touch to work in the gel, and Reid shivered.

Morgan slowly pressed in a finger. It was delicious, to feel Reid's body open up to him. He gently drew back and forth a few times, then slid in another finger as well, but after only a few moments, Reid irritably pulled his hand away. Morgan sat back and looked into Reid's eyes.

"Hey, chill. Let me prepare you-"

"Don't bother. Just do it."

"But, I might hurt you!"

"I don't care. I don't care, I just need to... Just do it, Morgan, please. Come on."

Against his better judgment, Morgan raised himself and knelt between Reid's legs. He rolled on a condom, slicked up, then did as requested and slid into him. He tried to set a gentle pace, but Reid's frustration was palpable, and after a few measured slides in and out, he began thrusting, deeper and faster. He heard a quick intake of breath as Reid adjusted to the burn, but there was no protest; Reid just arched fluidly into the movements, making them count all the more.

"Yes," Reid muttered. "That's it. Come on. Harder..." Morgan's solid weight on top of him, coiled power wrapped around him, his skin warm where it pressed against his own-the first round felt like a fix to Reid. He held onto Morgan, feeling as if those strong arms had caught him in free-fall and were bringing him safely back to earth. If only he'd... "Harder," he gasped. "Please..."

All right, Morgan thought. If this is what he wants... Morgan threw all restraint aside and pounded into the young man below him, taking him, stripping gentleness and care from his conscious thought. Even so, he listened for sounds of discomfort or distress from his lover, but there were none; Reid just writhed against him, took him in, and mumbled broken encouragements.

Reid groaned. Now, every neurofiber in his body felt splendidly raw, openly receptive, and each deep stroke sent hot energy coursing through him in a blinding wave. It was quick, urgent, and it didn't take him long to finish. Morgan felt the violent spasm go through him; felt the edginess in the lanky body subside and fall away.

For Morgan, this moment felt long overdue. The intimacy, the sounds Reid made as they fucked, his scent, his body-the tightness, heat, the way he urged him in-he didn't quite understand why, but it all felt like coming home. He pumped until he filled the tip of the condom, but kept thrusting until the last tremor faded, then he rolled off, too spent and exhausted to even try to string words together into a coherent sentence. He lay flat on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling until he regained his vision and a gasping capacity for speech, then he croaked, "Damn it, kid. You been deprived too long, you just about killed me."

At first, Reid didn't answer. He was stretched out beside him, their bodies close but not touching, his breathing audible. Everything inside him felt warm and right and liquid, and he didn't want to disturb the almost narcotic effect with talk. Endorphins, he told himself... Good stuff. Finally, the intense pleasure ebbed away and he rasped, "That was good. That was exactly what I needed..."

Morgan chuckled slightly. "Me, too, apparently-now that you mention it."

They dozed off for a while. Then, Morgan felt a wet tongue on his neck, followed by a nip, then a luscious, rich sucking action. Reid moved down to his chest and applied the same treatment to a nipple, then his belly button. He grasped Morgan's cock in one hand, then took him in his mouth.

Morgan's breath quickened and he groaned. Too good. He tangled one hand into Reid's hair and caressed him as the young agent pulled back, then took him in again, this time down his throat. He kept going until Morgan was achingly hard and close to desperate, then stopped abruptly. For a moment, Morgan froze, was conscious of nothing but the sound and feel of Reid's rapid breath on his belly.

Reid rested his weight on one arm, and raised his eyes to Morgan's. "Want to go again?"

The moon illuminated the room. Morgan gently ran his hand over Reid's smooth cheek, searching his eyes for something he couldn't give a name to. Reid's expression was impassive; Morgan couldn't read him. Still, he forced a smile. "Hell, yeah," he said simply. Reid wordlessly turned onto his stomach and lay his head on his arms. He raised his haunches, and Morgan shifted upward, settled behind him and reached for another condom.

It was one o'clock in the morning when they finished the second round. Sated, Morgan drifted off again, only to feel Reid leave the bed and go to the bathroom. When he returned, Morgan waited for the bed to shift with his weight, but instead he heard the sound of clothing being rifled through, then a zipper being pulled up. He opened his eyes.

"What are you doing?''

In the dim light, he could see Reid glance at him as he pulled on his shirt.

"Sorry. I think I'll head for home now. But, this was nice."

A wave of irritation came over Morgan. "Now, hold on just a minute! Are you telling me you came over here, got you some, and now you're going home? Spencer Reid hit me up for a booty call?"

Reid gave him a perplexed look. "A... what?"

"Never mind. Look, man, come on, get back in bed. Don't go."

"I need to. I'm sorry."

Reid sat on the edge of the bed and began to put on his shoes. Morgan watched for a moment, then rolled over and slipped his arm around Reid's waist.

"Hey, listen, don't run off. It's nice and warm in here. Stay," he murmured in his ear.

"No, thanks. I really don't sleep very well with another person in the bed. Anyway, I have a feeling that I'll be restless, and you need a good night's sleep. Who knows what tomorrow's going to be like."

Reid pulled away from him and knelt to find his other shoe. He slipped it on, tied it, then moved toward the doorway, buttoning his shirt.

"Hey, wait-" Morgan protested.

Reid stopped and looked back. Morgan's face was twisted into a frown.

"You don't have to go."

"I know. It's just better this way."

"I don't see how."

Reid pursed his lips impatiently. "I'm really sorry. I just-I need to be alone, now. It's nothing to do with you, I just have to figure some things out."

"Things? What things?"

Reid shrugged. "I don't know-a lot of stuff. It's hard to put into words."

"Reid-don't go doing something stupid."

"I'm not! I'm not going to do drugs, Morgan."

Morgan studied his face, his stance and manner. Reid bore the scrutiny without flinching, and Morgan finally relaxed a little. "Okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"It's okay. I understand. I don't blame you for thinking that. But, I'm fine-I just need to go home."

Morgan shook his head as he cast about for something to say. He didn't like the idea of the kid driving home in the middle of the night in such a weird mood, but he really did seem to be in full control of himself. Maybe he was way off-base; maybe, he just didn't get it. He looked up at him. "You're not sorry we did this, are you?"

"No!" Reid ran a hand over his face. "No, it was wonderful. Please-don't be upset with me. I just really need to go. Okay?"

"Okay. If that's how you feel, I can't stop you." He held Reid's gaze a moment longer. "If you're sure you're going to be all right."

"Absolutely. I'm great, don't worry." He gave what he intended to be a reassuring smile. "Goodnight, Morgan. I'll see you tomorrow."

Morgan sighed, then nodded reluctantly and shrugged. "Okay. But, if you need anything while you're figuring things out, just call. You know-just... call."

"I will."

"Promise?"

Reid laughed. "Yes. I promise. Now, good night."

"Good night."

Reid raised a hand in farewell.

Then he was gone.