Five cups of coffee and three Kings of Leon albums later…
Seriously, I've been sitting on this for a while, and I've been itching to get this out.
This will be my last story without a beta, so rejoice?
Kings of Leon are one the most sensual/sexy rockers out there (my opinion of course)
So, great muse for this chapter…right?
Okay…game face, I own nothing. Trying to hold on to what I have come to love. I want to keep the memories of our boys and the Original/slightly revised team in my mind before the blonde bimbo from hell destroyed what was sacred and dear.
This is the last time I will ever mention IT in my stories.
MAKE IT GO AWAY!
Oh, side note…I own nothing. If I did…you know what I'd do.
"Morgan, wait- "Reid's eyes squeeze shut as Morgan nips the side of Reid's jaw.
"Pretty Boy, Can't"— Morgan shivers as Reid runs his hand down the small of his back.
Morgan presses him to the door of the hotel room, taking Reid's mouth for his own, lips crushing until they bruise.
Reid groans, reaching to squeeze the bulge forming in Morgan's pants.
"Morgan?" Reid's voice is high as he pulls away from Morgan's mouth. "Derek. We're on a case. We can't…" Reid murmurs as Morgan fingers Reid's nipple, roughly tweaking it.
"Spencer." Morgan smirks, "don't care." Morgan breathes, ghosting over Reid's hot skin as he pulls at Reid's tie, getting it undone.
Reid's fingers tremble as he tries to work his own buttons.
"Y-your fault if we get caught." Reid grumbles in frustration. His hands won't get with the program.
"Here, let me help." Morgan says as he gently unfastens the buttons, one by one until creamy skin is exposed. Morgan kisses him deeply on the lips.
Heated blush blossoms from the tip of Reid's ears to his happier place.
"MMMHHH, Pretty Boy. You're mine." Morgan's incredulous, laying light kisses to Reid's chest, his stomach, his hip as Reid arches his back off the door.
There's the clank and hiss of Reid's belt as Morgan strips it; loud in the quiet room.
Reid's fingers light on Morgan's head, delighting in the fine stubble on his tips.
"You're mine?" Reid whispers, a low, fierce blaze lit in their guts as they stare each other down.
A small smile plays on Morgan's lips as he fingers the seam of Reid's tight gray slacks.
Reid's body shakes at the teasing.
"Any chance that I could have you outta these tonight?" Morgan arches a brow as he mouths at the heat radiating from Reid's groin, feeling the wetness seep through the material.
"Ngh." Reid moans, nodding as he squeezes his eyes shut.
"Ah, ah, Pretty Boy, open those gorgeous eyes of yours." Morgan coaxes as Reid whimpers, biting his lip as he slowly blinks, focusing on Morgan's face.
Morgan smirks as he unbuttons Reid's pants, teeth latching on Reid's zipper as he nudges it down painfully slow.
Morgan lets out a soft growl, the sight making him go instantly, achingly hard.
Really. He's gonna pop like a gag cigar.
"Naughty Reid? Who knew?" Morgan lays his head on the hollow on Reid's hip.
Reid's not wearing any underwear.
This should be a law.
"My boyfriend has an issue with boxers?" Morgan noses Reid's dick, watching it jerk, angry red and bumping his belly as precum smears his flexing muscles.
Reid lets out a low moan.
"Boyfriend?" Reid mutters, spreading his legs wider as Morgan grips his hips.
"Yeah, boyfriend." Morgan licks the spunk off Reid's head, reveling in the musk of Reid's taste.
Reid jerks, hips ticking as Morgan nips around Reid's cock.
"M-Morgan?" Reid's breathe hitches as Morgan looks up.
"Huh?" Morgan asks before swirling his tongue around the girth of Reid's length.
"Derek, Please!" His voice cracks, gripping Morgan's shoulder as he latches on to Reid's balls.
"Wha-"Morgan teases slow, taking them into his mouth, rolling them around on his tongue.
"You prom…Promised!" Reid sobs, thrusting upwards for friction but only meeting air.
"Please!" His voice is tinted with desperation as Morgan rubs Reid's butt cheek, sucking harder.
"I want you to do it, now. Fuck me please." Reid sinks down, pulling Morgan up for the deepest of kisses, tongue slipping hotly between his lips, making Morgan's toes curl.
Morgan groans; all traces of teasing gone as Reid fumbles with Morgan's jeans.
Morgan pushes Reid's hands aside, standing to yank and fling his pants and boxers off and way from him.
Reid throws his head back and moans dirty and loud, damn who hears, cock bobbing between his legs as if it had a mind of its own.
Morgan scoops Reid off the floor, fumbling to the bed, only to drop Reid squarely center, body flopping as if he had no bones.
"Derek, I want it now…Please. You pro-"Reid's voice is caught as Morgan slides his searing body on top of Reid's, grinding their hips together, pestle to mortar.
"Fuck, Spencer…" Morgan detaches his hips, causing Reid to scream in frustration.
"Derek!" He flails at the abuse. Where's the justice?
Morgan fumbles on the side of the bed for his go bag and pulls out a condom and a tube of lube.
"Hold your horses Kid, takes time, don't you think." Morgan whispers, voice lost as he sees a pouting Reid reclining on the bed, legs spread and wanting for Morgan.
For Morgan.
Morgan shakes himself out of his revelry as he flicks open the cap of the lube, squeezing some on the tips of his fingers.
One, two three, four fingers and a withering, obscenely moaning Reid later, Morgan's slicking himself up and poising himself at Reid's entrance.
Morgan bends down to kiss Reid gently, breathe taken away in all this heat.
Reid tilts Morgan's head, whispering in Morgan's ear.
"Harder, Faster Dirtier. Can you do that for me?" Reid's voice sears a path straight to Morgan's cock. By Gods if it Morgan had any doubt as to how hard he could get…there's proof he can get even more.
Reid licks the tip of Morgan's nose and they smile at each other.
"I love you Spencer." Morgan whispers.
"Love you too Derek." Reid says back as Morgan get back into position, raking his fingers over Reid's ass until red marks appear.
Reid hisses, back arching as Morgan runs his fingers over the marks, pressing forward until his balls nestle against the beautiful curve of Reid's ass.
Morgan groans, long and hard at the sweet friction Reid has to offer; Reid stutters his hips, spurring Morgan to move.
"Shit." Morgan yells as he rocks, shallowly at first, Reid tilting his hips to take him in deeper.
"Morgan, please." Reid grunts as Morgan thrusts faster.
The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room as Morgan sets a fast, steady pace.
Reid howls as Morgan hits his prostate dead on, and Morgan's eyes roll to the back of his head as Reid spastically clenches around him.
Reid groans, sweet and low and he pushes Morgan off of him. Morgan's dazed as Reid flips over on his stomach, rising to his hands and knees, impaling himself on Morgan's dick again.
Morgan screams out in pleasure as Reid bounces on Morgan's cock, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Morgan grips Reid's hips as Reid reaches up to grip the headboard, white knuckled pleasure coursing through him, as Morgan slams into him over and over again.
The stick slap of skin on skin sounds unholy and obscene in the quiet room; their harsh pants and moans enough to make even Garcia blush.
"Ha- harder!" Reid's practically foaming as Morgan reaches to tug at the sweaty tendrils of Reid's hair, sweat slicking both their bodies.
"So close…so- ah! Reid" Morgan spews as Reid's back arches sharp and hard.
Reid growls something feral as Morgan's hand snakes to his cock, bobbing between his legs.
"Fuck, fuck..Morgan! Ah, ah, ah!" Reid gasps as he spills everywhere, as he jerks and ticks, clamping down hard on Morgan's cock. His vision whites out as he loses his voice.
Morgan yanks Reid up by the hair, crashing their lips together in the smuttiest kiss he could muster.
He howls into Reid's mouth as his orgasm pounces on him, taking him under.
"Reid!" He cries high as he comes.
Reid lies prone on his stomach as Morgan slides out of him, too soon for his liking.
"Pretty Boy…" Morgan's at a loss for words as he sinks down next to Reid, kissing him for all he's worth.
Reid nips the side of his mouth as he breaks away.
"Thank you." He whispers, hoarse as he nuzzles the hollow of Morgan's neck.
Morgan smiles.
" I love you Reid." Morgan whispers as Reid smiles.
"Love you too, Morgan. God, that never gets old." Reid chuckles as they both smile like fools.
There's a sharp knock on the door.
They both look at each other.
Reid sighs, rolling out of bed, fishing for his pants…instead he finds Morgan's boxers, so he slips them on, them hanging dangerously low in his hips.
Morgan groans at the sight.
Reid jerks open the door, flushed with embarrassment at the sight.
"Hey, Spence…I appreciate the wonderful man love, but if you expect me to sleep and be top at my job, you to really got to tone it down a bit." J.J. smirks at Reid's incredulous look.
"Jay…"Reid looks like he wants to cry as she gives him a long hug and a kiss on the cheek, before slipping away from him and walking to the room next to them.
"It can wait til the morning. Good night Reid." She whispers, nodding for Reid to close the door.
Reid nods, the door clicking shut behind him.
"Who was it?" Morgan looks up at Reid when he comes back to bed.
"J.J's back." Reid whispers.
Morgan looks at him disbelieving…but why would Reid make that up?
A/N: What the Hell was that?
Tell me what you think…come on hit my fun button. I need a little fun right now, my week's not going to great.