When all the furniture was pushed aside, Brian turned on the sound system and turned to Morgan and Reid.

"I think, since you, Derek, already know how to dance, that you should put your hands on Spencer's hips; that way, you can guide him. Spencer, you can put your arms around Derek's neck."

Both men looked momentarily scared, but then Morgan at least got his face under control and moved a little closer to Reid.

He put his hands on the other man's hips and the reaction was almost instantaneous. The slim waist with the protruding hips felt exactly how he had spent a lot of time imagining they would.

He felt the heat from his hands move all the way through his body and end up in his groin where his cock was taking definite notice. He swore to himself to keep enough distance between them that Reid wouldn't notice the state he was in.

Reid himself was in a similar state and when he moved his hands to lay them on Morgan's shoulders, his face felt hot. He could feel Morgan's muscles play under the t-shirt he was wearing.

He was just about to tell Brian and Justin that he couldn't do this, that he wasn't feeling well, anything to avoid the pending humiliation of Morgan discovering what state his penis was currently in when Justin turned his back to them.

Justin rolled his eyes, but since his back was to the two agents, they didn't notice that. Brian grabbed his husband and they started the show they usually put on at Babylon: Brian's arms over Justin's shoulders and Justin's hands on Brian's waist. They were so close that it would have been difficult even for water to pass between them, and then they started moving.

Morgan and Reid were watching and silently thinking that it was more like clothed lovemaking than dancing. Brian would have called it fucking with your clothes on, but each to his own.

Morgan and Reid were moving, too, but it was stilted and awkward, nothing like the flowing motions from the other two men. After the first song had finished, Justin broke away from Brian and moved to stand next to the agents.

"You look like you are at the junior high prom."

He then unceremoniously pushed them closer together with a hand on each of their backs. He had noticed the state both of them were in and was actually wondering if either of them was any good as profilers if they didn't even notice when someone was so turned on they could barely move.

Morgan gasped when his hard cock came in contact with Reid and he was just about to pull back again when his brain caught up with his body. Reid was just as hard as he was and the blush quickly creeping up his neck along with the mortified look on his face was proof that he had yet to discover he wasn't the only one.

Morgan held on to Reid as he tried to move back and with a slight roll of his hips pressed his hard-on into Reid's, making sure the other man felt just exactly how excited he was about this.

Reid's head snapped up and his eyes widened when they caught the dark lustful look in Morgan's eyes. He gasped and when Morgan got them moving with a swing of his hips, he didn't protest, just followed.

Brian and Justin smiled at each other; finally something happened between the two agents and they were not too humble to take some of the credit.

Reid's head was swimming, could this be real, did Morgan really want him? The very hard penis that pressed against his stomach was pretty solid proof that Morgan did indeed want him, yet he had a difficult time believing it.

It wasn't like he and Morgan had that much in common outside work. He was a skinny geek who liked science while Morgan was a black belt in Judo who loved sports and rode a motorcycle.

Besides, Morgan was a ladies' man; the string of one-night stands with beautiful women in his past was a good indication of that, and still, he was hard from just dancing with Reid.

Morgan, on the other hand, was thrilled; he had the proof he had been looking for; Reid wanted him, too. He had never really dared to believe that Reid was gay, or even bi; and even if he was, Morgan had serious doubts that he'd ever be Reid's type.

Taking into consideration that the man is a genius, it was really hard to fathom what he would want with Morgan; not that Morgan was stupid, more because he was the brawn on the team, the guy who kicked down doors, chased after the UnSub and taught hand to hand combat at the academy.

Morgan would have thought that Reid would be more interested in someone more like himself, someone whom he could discuss the relativity theory and the improbability of the science in Star Wars with; both things that Morgan had no interest in.

What both of them seemed to forget was that despite their differences, they liked the other man; that if they could be attracted to the other man, chances were he could be attracted to them, too.

All of this went through their heads as they were dancing. And without thinking about it, Reid had moved his hands from just resting on Morgan's shoulders to having his arms wrapped around his broad back. Morgan's hands were still on Reid's waist, but he had moved closer, resulting in them now being flush against each other.

He had his head resting against Reid's temple, the difference in height not that big, but it was still a novel feeling to be the shorter one, having always been a lot taller than the women he had dated.

Reid liked the feel of Morgan's muscles playing under his hands and he longed to find out if the rest of the muscles in the body pressed against his own felt as wonderful.

They danced for close to an hour before Brian turned the music off again.

"Well, you can probably pass the test now; you look like you have been doing this together for a long time, and you definitely look like you are in love and happy together. I think it's safe to take you to Babylon with us."

Justin smiled at them and they both blushed, a fact that showed up a lot more on Reid than it did on Morgan.

"Now you just have to work on your cover story; our friends are extremely curious, and telling them that it's none of their business will not get them to back off."

Brian rolled his eyes as he said that and Justin nodded in agreement.

"That's true; you have to have an answer to every conceivable question they can think of to ask you. Where and how you met, are you monogamous, if yes, have you always been or is that something that came later, do you live together, and if not, why not after so long, where do you live, how did you meet me, everything."

Morgan and Reid both looked shocked at the monogamy question, but then remembered Brian and Justin's story.

"I guess the question of how we met you is something we'll have to work on together; we wouldn't want to have two different stories."

"That's true. I guess the most plausible story would be that we met at one of my shows. You could have been to New York on vacation or a weekend getaway and we got to talking when you saw my showing. If we can make it a day Brian was in town too, that would be even better; that way, you could have met the both of us at the same time."

"That sounds like a good idea, but what do we say if they ask us what we thought of a specific painting from that show?"

"I have photos of all my work on CD's. When we find out when we were supposed to have met, I can find the disc with the painting from that specific show."

Both agents looked impressed and they all went into the office to look at calendars to try and figure out when they could have met. Once that was done, Justin took the appropriate CD and went back to the media room, where they set the furniture to right before joining the others for dinner.

After dinner, they all went back to the media room to look at the paintings; there was no reason why the rest of the team shouldn't see them, too.

All of them loved the pieces, and since none of them were as explicit as the ones in the den, no one was shocked; in fact, all the paintings were of sights in New York, only they were made slightly abstract, yet still recognizable.

After the viewing, they all decided to get a good night's sleep and go to bed early. Morgan and Reid went to their respective rooms, but met in the shared bathroom.

"I know what I want, but I'm certain that it's a bad idea to do it before this case is over, even if the wait might kill me."

Morgan looked at Reid with a small smirk on his face and Reid blushed crimson, lowered his eyes and then nodded his head.

"I think you're right; we'd better wait until this case is solved before we talk or…"

He never did finish that sentence, but Morgan heard the rest loud and clear anyway. He had to fight to suppress the moan that wanted to escape at the visual his head conjured up at the thought of what he wanted to do to Reid and have Reid do to him.

They both got ready for bed, and before Reid could leave the bathroom to go to his own room, alone, Morgan grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer.

"There is one thing I really can't wait to do."

His voice was low and before Reid knew what was happening, Morgan kissed him. He froze at first, but then he felt Morgan's tongue swipe across his lower lip and he opened his mouth to welcome it in.

The kiss was tentative at first, but turned hungry in a manner of seconds. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavily. Morgan pressed his forehead to Reid's and they stood like that while getting their breathing under control.

They finally broke apart and went to their separate rooms.

"Goodnight, Derek."

Reid was standing in the doorway to his room looking back and Morgan couldn't help the bright smile on his face at Reid calling him by his first name.

"Goodnight, Spencer, I'll see you in the morning."