'Ello All!
I think I can squeeze out two more chapters…
What do you think?
After the epi Corazon, I see Reid in a more sensual light…don't know what changed.
Anyway, I hope you're enjoying the story…
If you can't pick up my contempt for the Thing called Seaver, well, here you go(once again, nothing against the actress.)
Story officially deserving an M-rate now, so be warned.
Like always, Reid comment and Enjoy.
The club's thrumming; pulse beat against tight veins in the temple.
Reid marches through the mass of hot, slithering bodies to a booth in the corner.
Cadet Seaver tramps closely behind staring at the back of Reid, shaping his thin waist and the slight curve of his ass…
While Morgan clenches his fist, fighting the overwhelming urge to hit her—
His mamma taught him to respect a woman—
But the galls of this floozy; seriously checking Pretty Boy out.
Garcia watches all of this, plotting her next move.
Reid slides in first, pressing himself against the wall, and Ashley takes the seat opposite Reid; giggling as she settles.
Morgan holds back a groan as Garcia slides in, next to Reid.
His skin crawls as he sits.
He's got to sit next to IT.
Morgan thrums his fingers against the table top.
Is there any real reason for his distain?
No…but still, it's the principle.
"So, you're all friends, right?" Ashley asks Reid.
Reid looks up at her and nods; a lopsided grin on his face.
"Morgan?" He raises a brow- "what'd you say, friends?"
"Wha- Pretty Boy's my friend? Nah"- Morgan chuckles; his heart squeezes at the look Reid gives him, taking his breath away.
Friends…Right.
"Yeah, we're all friends. Kind of like a family; a large, sometimes annoying, very dysfunctional family. I mean that in a good way. We've all got each other's back." Morgan says with a hint of seriousness.
Garcia pats Morgan's hand.
"So, my fun dipped in Chocolate Heaven, does that me that we're incestuous? Because I 'm so sweet on you." Garcia purrs.
"Mama, I don't know what it means, but whatever it is…me likes. Keep it up and I'm gonna have to tell Kevin to find another Suga Mama, hot stuff." Morgan jests.
Ashley wrinkles her nose delicately in confusion.
"Don't worry, it gets less awkward and confusing once you witness it a couple more times… doesn't cure the surrealness though." Reid mummers.
Ashley smiles, that glint resurfacing again.
"Why do you all call each other by surname?" She cocks her head at Reid, who jumps visibly.
Ashley brushes her leg against his again and smiles slyly.
Reid clears his throat, shifting so she's not touching him.
"We, uh… well, I don't know why we do. It's just familiarity; it feels more intimate than anything else. I mean we do have other nick names-"
"You mean you have other names." Garcia prods.
"No more than you do." Reid shrugs.
"Yeah right. There's Spencer, Spencer Reid, Reid, Doctor Spencer Reid, Doctor, Doc, Spence (for the select few)—" Garcia rattles off.
"Pretty Boy, Baby boy, Kid…" Morgan chimes.
"Boy wonder, Jr. G-man, Resident Genius…" Garcia ticks.
"Just to name a few. " Morgan laughs at Reid's put out face.
"Really, guys?" He rolls his eyes in mock annoyance.
Ashley giggles.
"I guess you're the team's whipping boy then." She says lightly.
"No, He's not. We care for him, we're just teasin' you know that; right Pretty Boy?" Morgan has a sharp edge to his voice. His shoulders tense as his fist clench and unclench.
Garcia runs slow circles over the crux of thumb and finger. And Morgan sighs.
"Yeah, of course." Reid gives Morgan a brief smile as he relaxes.
Reid gets sucked into muddled thoughts.
That's all we'll ever be…brothers of sorts.
YAY!
Morgan doesn't even attempt to flirt with the waitress who shows up at the table, all legs and overflowing cups of soft frothy skin.
"I'll have the strongest you got." Morgan says; voice tight and desperate.
Garcia and Ashley make their order.
"And I'll have a Coke." Reid says, tensing and relaxing his hand.
The waitress nods before swishing off.
"Awe, come on, you're at a bar and you order a Coke? Come on, live a little." She touches Reid's hand.
Reid pulls away noticeably.
Garcia, the nicest, most excepting woman on earth wants to claw Cadet Seaver's eyes out."
Dumb Witch!
"I-I choose not to drink… Alcohol is a depressant, and there is no significant benefit in the consumption of the beverage; not to mention that it's highly… addictive-"Reid looks at his hands, digging the blunt of his nails into his palm before continuing.
"And I'd rather have the control and awareness of my body and consciousness." Reid says a bit forlorn.
"A bit more than anyone cares to hear… sorry." Reid gives a self-deprecating laugh.
"It's alright, Kid." Morgan shakes his head, heart pulling for Reid's state of mind.
"Just wonderin' what's it's gonna take to get you out on the dance floor." Morgan messes with Reid. If he could fuss Reid's hair right now, he would.
He WOULD be sitting across from Reid if stupid Cadet Ashley Seaver wasn't in his damn way.
"Morgan, you know I don't dance…what about you, Ashley." Reid still makes the valiant effort to accommodate the Cadet.
"I'll dance. I'm not very good, but it's fun." She says.
The waitress returns with their drinks and doles them out.
Morgan nods his thanks and immediately downs his.
Everyone else sips, awkward silence enveloping the table, threatening to stretch and swallow them whole.
"Reid, dance with me?" Garcia's voice is heavy with suggestion.
"Um…Garcia? I don't think-" Reid's hesitant.
"One harmless dance is all I ask of you, darling boy." She raises a brow.
Reid thinks- if this gets me far away from this dolt as possible, what can it hurt?
Reid nods.
"Alright, Garcia, but only because you're so pretty." Reid puts on his best imitation of Morgan, drawing out laughs from the table.
"Well, in that case, save a dance for me?" Cadet Seaver tags as Garcia and Reid scoot out of the booth.
Reid makes eye contact with Morgan as if to say HELP ME and Play Nice at the same time.
Cadet Seaver finally focuses on Morgan he hails the waitress for another drink.
"So, how long have you known Spen- Agent Reid?" Ashley corrects herself as Morgan throws her a withering look.
Morgan sighs…
"Six years and a couple of months…" Morgan smiles as the waitress sets another drink in front of him.
He fingers the napkin, staring out at the dance floor…staring at Reid who's stumbling over his two feet as Garcia cajoles him into dancing.
He looks adorable in his sweater vest and slacks; hair askew…trying to keep up with Garcia's movement.
Did Morgan just call Reid adorable?
If Morgan were to take a shot for every improper thought running through his mind at the moment, he'd be one drunken s.o.b.
'Do you think I have a chance?" Agent Seaver asks quietly, staring at her glass.
Morgan wants to laugh in her face, but he has more self control than that.
If he didn't- he's have already gone on the dance floor and pulled Reid to him, running his fingers through Reid's cropped hair and tracing patterns in the crook of his neck, fingering soft skin as he kisses him senseless…
Yeah.
He has some serious self control.
Instead of answering right away, Morgan takes a large swallow of his drink, wincing in discomfort as it burns its way down his throat.
And then "it" pops into his head.
The case right before Alaska…
The room was dark as Morgan woke with a start.
The dream had been too real… Reid's hot mouth rasping his leaking cock, moaning around him.
Morgan hasn't woken this hard in a while.
Reid's moaning was real.
Reid + moaning never= something good.
One of the truest algorithms there is…until now.
They are in another nameless, faceless town, working a case that's draining them.
They all need a bit of time to unwind.
Morgan tenses as he hears Reid move, the pale glow of the moon illuminates Reid's alabaster skin.
Morgan starts to get out of bed when he sees "it".
More specifically, Morgan sees Reid's hands run along his body- hand disappearing in the waistband of Reid's sleep pants..the ones he had to borrow from Morgan because he forgot to pack a pair.
They hung loosely from his waist—and now Morgan catches brief glimpses of Reid's pale stomach as his other hand caresses the expanse of skin as he starts jerking at his penis slowly.
Another whimper escapes Reid's mouth and Morgan almost passes out at the sight-
Reid's glistening lips parted in pleasure as he closes his eyes tight.
He lifts his hips as he shucks the pants down his hips, them bunching around his thighs as his hand runs through the fine hair around his leaking cock.
He runs the pad of his thumb gently over the wet head as he arches sharply off the bed.
Morgan wants to bite through his bottom lip as he clutches the sheets in an effort to keep any sound threatening to spill from his lips back.
Reid's high gasps fill the room as he tentatively touches himself, stoking up and down, his hand shifts until the sticky slap of skin against skin and that breathless moaning can be heard…that would fuel Moran's wet dreams many a night to come.
Morgan's face grows hot as he watches Reid, the hotel bed close enough for him to see Reid's face as it contorts in pleasure as one hand slips from his chest to cup his balls, tugging and massaging roughly.
Morgan catches a pearly smear dribble out the tip of Reid's extended member, glistening slick and angry res as Reid tugs and pulls on cock and balls.
Morgan thrusts up into the sheets, the rough feel of his pajama pants rubbing against his sensitive dick almost sends him over the edge, but he can't come until Reid does.
He hangs on.
Reid move faster, fingers flying and tugging…he bucks off the bed.
"Yes, come on, harder, faster…harder, har-" Reid's voice is high and harsh as his breath hitches in a sweet crescendo.
"Ah, ah…Morgan!" Reid sobs, tension like a cord, running through his body as Morgan watches wide eyed.
Rope after hot rope slashes on Reid's chin, his chest, his stomach, dribbling over his hand and cock…
His penis jerks dry in his open palm as he wipes a clean hand through his lanky hair.
His body stills and he pant for a while before turning over to grab a wash towel of the night stand to clean himself up with…pulling up in the sleep pants, he slips out of bed to the bathroom.
He's not wearing any underpants-
Morgan looses it- stuttering his release silently…body aching as his hips threaten to jerk off the bed.
Sound wants to explode from his mouth.
He relaxes as water runs in the shower…his body settles.
Reid came with my name on his lips-
Morgan thinks as he drifts off to sleep.
But that was months ago…
Does Ashley have a chance with Reid? Morgan hopes not…
"Uh, Ashley? I don't think, I mean, I don't know what to tell you. I can't speak for Reid, but I think he may swing for the other team…" Morgan smirks slightly as Seaver throws him a look of hurt, face like a crumpled napkin.
"You mean he's—"
"I'm not sure, but I think he's into guys…sorry." Morgan holds back a laugh as she stares up at Morgan misty eyed.
"I thought we weren't supposed to profile each other…team members?" Reid crosses his arms, mouth set in a line.
Morgan jumps at the presence of Garcia and Reid alongside the table.
"It was a speculative guess. Tell me I'm wrong." Morgan says with a confident air.
"You're too good at your job." Reid says with a smirk playing on his lips.
"Good." Morgan nods, throwing back the rest of his drink.
"Now tell me I'm wrong when I say that I know that you want me." Reid says as he hold Morgan's gaze, eyes briefly licking from Morgan's eyes to lips and back again.
"Can't do that Pretty Boy. I got a rep. to keep. I'm honest." Morgan laid an open palm on the table.
"So… is that a yes? You want me?" Reid cocks his head in wonder, as his voice changes; something darker, heavier than Morgan could have ever imagined. It sparks something low in his gut that twists and coils tightly.
"Does it have to be said, Reid?" Morgan takes Reid hand in his own.
"Yes, for the love of God! You two quit teasing." Garcia cannot be forgotten.
Reid laughs-entangling Morgan in a kiss.
Morgan laces his fingers through Reid's cropped hair, their eyes closing as they get lost in each other's mouths.
Cadet Seaver wrinkles her nose in delicately in disgust.
"Really? Really?" She throws her hands u and kitten glowers at the three profilers.
Garcia laughs hard.
"One thing you gotta learn about our team, Princess- we are not normal by any sense of the word, got that? And if you've got a problem with that, be my guest and voice it…nothing hold you back, is there?" Garcia crosses her arms in defense, staring back at Ashley, challenging.
Don't mess with her boys.
"It's alright Garcia." Reid touches her shoulder and she relaxes a bit.
The kitten has lost her claws.. Ashley sinks in her seat.
Let her sink into the background where she belongs.
The beat is caught in Reid's ribcage as he follows Morgan out on the dance floor; lights illuminating their bodies.
Morgan chuckles as Reid stares down at their feet.
"Ah, ah…none of that tonight Pretty Boy. I just saw you out here on the floor with Baby Girl; I know you got some moves in your bag of tricks. Just let go and feel. I'll guide you a bit. Just give your brain a rest." Morgan murmurs hotly in his ear, a slight shiver coursing through him as Reid's gaze lights on him.
Reid nods, licking his lips in intent.
A dirty beat thrums through the club.
Morgan places his hands on Reid's waist, swaying to the beat.
Reid closes his eyes and gets lost in the beat, the tension leaking from his body.
He moves in time to Morgan and they're rocking and dancing, the club dropping to the background.
Nothing but the sweaty skin and slight pant of breath as Reid turns and grinds his ass on Morgan's crotch.
Morgan lets a moan slip as he places a protective hand on Reid's stomach—loving the jump and tick of lean muscle firm under his touch.
Garcia pulls out her phone and records this phenom that's taking place as the stars align and collide.
Reid tilts his head back on Morgan's shoulder- reaching back to clasp a hand on Morgan's neck.
His hips swivel just so and he feels it.
A low coil in the pit of his gut- slipping, he wants to hold on to it tightly..a smoldering fire ready to burst into flames as he straddles Morgan's thigh, riding out the waves that wash over him.
Morgan grabs the sweet curve of Reid's ass, grinding back just as hard.
"Morgan, ah, Morgan-" Reid withers and moans, and it throws Morgan back to that night in the hotel.
Reid slows his movements to calm himself down.
Crowd full of people—this is not a private show…
"Reid…Fuck!" Morgan spits out, holding Reid close to his chest before he screws him through the floor.
There's that self control again, perched on his shoulder , prodding him.
Mocking him.
They're both trembling now, chest heaving as they separate…they're so close to the end it's frightening- eyes blown wide in want.
"Uh…I think we should take this somewhere…" Reid bran short-circuits as Morgan licks up a stripe up Morgan's jaw line, nipping on his pulse beat.
Reid shivers hard, gripping Morgan's shoulder.
"Private!" He yelps as Morgan smirks, dipping to suck a red mark on Reid's collar.
"Well?" Morgan straightens, full dislodging himself from Reid.
"After you, Pretty Boy." Morgan holds back a laugh as Reid looks around, flustered and a bit..off.
"Shut up and come on."Reid tugs as Morgan, pulling him toward the door, waving quickly at Garcia and Ashley.
Only Garcia smiles and waves back—not that the boys noticed.
A/N: So…how am I doing?
Love it hate it…give me your words, I'll make it worth your while.
Oh, what do you think of a toppy Reid?
Hit me back, let me know.
Thank you for everything.