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Four things (not specifically related to the chapter)-
Wet!Reid
Reid struggling against drugs
Reid is so gay…Morgan possibly bi- will cbs ever acknowledge that? Probably not.
Anyone else pissed that the World Series got postponed and CM played a J.J- epi instead? (I know they had it planned/ half not their fault) Still… I watched any way *sigh*
I needed to post.
This is kinda like…filler/fluff until I find more stuff in the cluttered corners of my mind to fill this story out.
Hope you like this- it's okay if you don't though.
R.R.E
His eyes flutter open, the pink pre-dawn light splashed on his living room walls.
Reid tenses as he feels the warmth behind him, an arm curling even tighter around his waist. His head whirs as he tries to pull away-sleep not ready to untangle itself from his mind.
"W're d'you think you're goin'?"A drowsy drawl snakes itself around him. Reid blinks for a moment; body relaxing in the familiarity.
If only this were okay- what he's imagined in his head a thousand times over. He relaxes in this moment.
In this briefest time, he can pretend.
"Good morning Derek." Reid presses his face deeper into the cushion. He feels the warm puffs of breath along the back of his neck, goosebumps rising in its wake.
"Thank you for last night." Reid murmurs- he coughs to clear his throat; his body settling with an ache with the close proximity of their bodies.
"No problem kid." Morgan sighs, "now go back to sleep." Morgan grumbles as he presses his head into Reid's shoulder.
Reid's brows furrow. Morgan knows this is Reid he's cuddle up with on the couch- but that doesn't seem to faze him in the least.
"Stop- I can hear those gears in your head crankin'. Go. To. Sleep." Morgan snorts as Reid makes an indignant noise.
"Whatever." Morgan murmurs. Reid gives in, settling down to sleep.
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Morgan doesn't mind the jutting bone pressing into his spleen- as long as it means he gets to sleep just a little while longer.
He kind of misses the warmth of another body next to him.
His mind is kind of like that annoying cell phone that just won't stop ringing as lays there. Why in the hell is this okay?
Because it's Spencer Reid- he's the only guy that could get away with this.
I know right, he's so squishy and adorable.
Morgan- you need to sleep.
Yeah…
Morgan snuggles closer; squeezing his eyes shut at the pale light filling the room.
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Reid stretches, untangles himself from Morgan's arms- careful not to wake him.
He sighs- padding his way to the bathroom-trying to calm his buzzing head. But it takes no note as he washes his hands, scrubbing a damp hand over his face.
How did he get himself caught up like this.
There was a gradual shift inside him…he ignored the blurring line of brotherly love and something…else.
And he doesn't think he can do this much longer.
He stares at himself in the mirror; bloodshot eyes and dark creases. He looks worn down like soft leather.
Morgan's not gay.
And Reid's just going to have to accept that and move on.
Reid straightens, makes his way to the kitchen, small smile on his lips as he smells the strong sent of coffee.
"Hey-"Morgan stretches beside the sink, shirt riding up to expose rigid muscle. Reid's face heats as Morgan catches his gaze.
"I thought you might like some coffee- 'm surprised you don't have it preset." Morgan gives Reid a smile Reid did not think was possible this early- well, 10 o'clock on a Saturday.
"Didn't think to set it last night." Reid's voice softens as the memories flood back- his kneed want to buckle- instead he settles into a kitchen chair.
He gives a dark chuckle as he looks up to find Morgan crossed armed, studying him. Not in a bad way; doesn't mean that Reid does not squirm under the attention.
"So- you decided to check on me on a Friday evening? After a long case…wouldn't you have rather been at a bar somewhere with a…date or whatever?" Reid questions; Morgan tenses just the slightest.
"Nope. I'm glad I came; spidey sense tingled, I answered." Reid quirks disbelieving brow at Morgan; Morgan turns, pulling out Reid's favorite mug and his as well.
Morgan shakes his head, preparing the coffee- setting Reid's down in front of him, and then settling down himself.
"Thank you." Reid says; Morgan nods as if brushing it off.
They sit in silence that's not overbearing.
It's nice.
Sun filters through blinds, creating slats of light that spread across the table. There's the twittering of birds, the hum of the occasional car that swishes past…their breath filling in the space around them.
Reid looks up to see Morgan staring, pensive face set.
"What?" Reid feels a bit self-conscious as he raises his mug to his lips.
"Nothing Pretty Boy…" Morgan hesitates. "It's just, are you okay?" Morgan clears his throat.
Reid pauses for a second before nodding.
"I actually can honestly say that I am at the moment." His eye flick to Morgan's face and down again. "Thank you, you really…help." Reid laughs at the choice of words that tumble out.
"Yeah? I'm glad for it." Morgan responds. "It just felt like you were holding something back- I don't mean to pry, but maybe if you talk about it, it could help?" Morgan says, pushing his cup aside.
Reid stares at Morgan's hands.
Morgan's not gay.
"Maybe it can. I just don't think it's anything you'd like to hear." Reid says shaking his head.
"Try me Kid, I won't judge." Morgan's voice is warm.
Reid wants to bend…give himself up.
"Trust me, you will." Reid says.
Sometimes it's hard to take the plunge.
A/N: Wondering if creepy Prentiss can help?
Any who- what do you think?
Would love to hear.
Thank you for your time. Have a wonderful weekend.