As soon as Morgan had closed the door to his room, he breathed a little easier; here, no one could see him, no one could tell by the look in his eyes that he was at the end of his rope. The fact that Reid had been hard too could only mean one of two things: either he had been thinking about someone in the bathroom, or he had seen the same thing Morgan had, and had been equally affected by it. If it was the latter, which Morgan thought was the most plausible explanation, that meant that Reid was gay, or at the very least, bi. No straight man would get hard from looking at two men fuck.
If Reid did in fact get hard from watching Brian and Justin, did that mean he was attracted to either of their hosts, or just that he thought what they did was hot? Morgan was more confused now than he had been before.
He took off his clothes and went to bed in the hopes that things would look clearer in the morning. Once in bed, he couldn't help but think about the scene in the office; it didn't take long for his mind to produce the images he really wanted to see, Reid on his knees in front of him and him eating his ass. Or even better, Reid on his stomach, long legs spread, and Morgan lying between them.
He was rock hard again and knew that he'd never get to sleep in that condition. His right hand wandered down his chest, stopping to tweak a nipple before continuing down to his cock. He moved it up and down the length a few times, but it wasn't very pleasant with a dry hand.
He opened the nightstand hoping to find some lotion or something like that. He really didn't relish the thought of getting up to go to the bathroom. What he found was even better; there was both lube and condoms in the nightstand drawer. Morgan doubted very much that Carl and his wife needed lube, so he suspected it had been left there for him, most likely by Justin.
He sent a little thank you to the young man before squirting some of the slick substance onto his hand and returning it to his cock. That was much better, and as he jerked off with the right hand, the left wandered to his hole; nobody had touched him there since Carl Buford, not even himself. He took some of the lube from his other hand on his middle finger and pushed it slowly inside his ass.
The feeling took him completely by surprise and once he found his own prostate, he was gone. The images in his mind changed again, this time to have him on his stomach and Reid between his legs. He had never imagined that he would ever let anybody fuck him ever again, let alone WANT them to, but the feeling just one finger produced was enough for him to amend that thought.
"I'm just taking a shower, Morgan, is that ok?"
The sound of Reid's voice through the door and then the idea of him naked and wet in the shower was Morgan's undoing. He came, trying to muffle the sound by burying his face in the pillow while simultaneously trying to catch as much of his cum as possible. He really didn't want to have to ask for clean sheets in the morning, and he most definitely didn't want to sleep in cum-crusted sheets the whole time they were in Pittsburgh. He dried his hands in the Kleenex that was on the nightstand.
When Reid had returned to his room, he sat down on the bed with his back against the headboard; he started reading a book, but seeing as it wasn't all that long and he read 20,000 words a minute, it didn't take him too long to finish. It was a good thing too, because he had a hard time concentrating on anything other than what he had seen in Brian and Justin's office.
He might have to read the book again, despite having an eidetic memory; if he didn't concentrate fully, it still didn't really stick.
He got up off the bed in frustration and started pacing round the room until he decided that a shower might help. He went into the bathroom and called through the door to Morgan to tell him that the room would be occupied for the next while. He took off his clothes and got under the spray.
His mind wandered back to the scene in the hallway after he had seen Brian and Justin. He wondered again about Morgan being hard; he hadn't really thought a straight man would get hard at seeing two men have sex, but Morgan had been unmistakably hard.
He couldn't figure out if it meant that Morgan might not be as straight as he had always thought. But even if that was the case, he really didn't think he'd ever have a chance with the other man; there was no way he would ever be Morgan's type; he had seen the kind of woman he usually went for, and Reid was nothing like them.
His hand started moving on his penis, something he rarely did, but with the thought of what had happened in the office, combined with Morgan's proximity and possible bi-sexuality, he couldn't help himself, he figured it might help him sleep, too.
He always felt a little foolish and a lot wrong when he did this. His mother was not one to believe in personal boundaries, so she'd just walk into his room without knocking. The few times she'd found him masturbating, she had made him feel dirty and perverted for doing it, so he learned to suppress that urge.
Apparently, he hadn't been entirely successful if his current activities were any indication; his hand worked furiously at his erect penis, up and down, helped along by the soap he had been using to wash himself with. He could feel the pleasure building and he sped up his hand. When he finally came, he just barely managed to stop the cry that threatened to come out; he really didn't want Morgan to know what he was been doing.
He finished his shower and dried off before going back to the room and putting on some sleep clothes before getting back in bed. He set the alarm on his phone and then lay back. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and he slept better than he had in a long time, even with the confusing thoughts about Morgan still running around in his mind.
In the master bedroom, Brian and Justin were enjoying a post-coital talk.
"Do you think we gave them something to think about tonight, Sunshine?"
Justin snorted and slapped Brian gently on the chest his head was resting on.
"Oh, I think we did."
"I can't believe they both saw that; we couldn't have planned it better if we'd actually planned it. I was about to stop at first when I noticed them at each door, but then I figured who better to give them a little lesson in gay sex. I wonder if they even realize that the glass in the picture frame behind the couch reflected them."
"I doubt it very much; if they had known, they'd never have stayed and watched, either of them."
Brian nodded in agreement and then he pulled Justin a little closer, kissed the top of his head and got more comfortable in order to go to sleep. Justin kissed Brian's peck, the only thing he could really reach from his position, and then he went to sleep as well.
The next morning during breakfast, Vivian asked the agents if any of them had anything in their rooms she wasn't supposed to see because she was going up there to clean and change the sheets later.
"You don't have to change the sheets, Vivian; we've only slept in them one night."
Hotch hadn't really expected to get hotel service while staying at Britin.
"Oh, but I work for two very active gay men; trust me, clean sheets every day is very much necessary, and it's really no trouble to do them all when I'm doing theirs, anyway."
Brian and Justin didn't look at all affected by that statement, but the rest of the people around the table reacted a little in his or her own way.
Morgan decided that a little cum on the sheets probably wouldn't have even rated on Vivian's radar. Hotch missed Hailey, remembering when they were young and just married, when their sheets had to be changed daily, too.
Rossi was jealous of all that sex; he hadn't been with a woman for far too long, if he did say so himself. JJ couldn't help but wonder about their water and detergent bill, mother that she is.
Prentiss wondered why she hadn't heard anything from their room last night; if they really had sex every night, you'd think that they'd have heard something, but there hadn't been the slightest sound. Reid was taken aback, every night? Was that normal for gay men? He hadn't read any research on the subject but determined to do so as soon as possible.
Brian looked at all their faces and could read a lot of their thoughts on them.
"The reason you didn't hear anything last night is because all the rooms in the house are sound-proof. When we remodeled the house, that was one of the things we did, for that very reason, no need to traumatize anybody with our noises."
He shrugged at the surprised look on the agents' faces.
"Well, I'm off to work; I'll see you all later."
He leaned over and gave Justin a deep, wet kiss before getting up from the table. When he left, they heard him greet Carl as he came to the door just as Brian was leaving.
Carl came out into the kitchen and sat down in Brian's vacated chair. Vivian brought him a cup of coffee, which he accepted with gratitude.
"I'm off to my studio; if you need anything during the day, either ask Vivian or if she can't help, just knock on the door."
"Justin, before you go. I remembered you telling us that you and Brian discovered that the police chief's former partner had a hand in the death of a young man. Shouldn't he be on the list, too?"
"No, when Brian confronted him with the evidence, he committed suicide."
He left the agents and the detective to go into the dining room to call up Garcia.