Morgan kept driving for several hours, until he thought he might fall asleep at the wheel. They dozed in the car on the side of the road for a couple of hours, too nervous to get any considerable rest, tossing and fretting and waking up in starts. When they came to a second-hand auto dealer Morgan had enough cash to buy something without worrying about paperwork, and the car they were leaving behind was considerably better spec than the one they drove away with. The new vehicle was inconspicuous enough, with tinted windows not as dark as before, but enough to obscure the fact that Reid was still blindfolded.

There was a sense of nervous energy in the car, because they were still technically driving towards the drop-off destination, as Morgan needed to head in that direction anyway. They covered it by talking, normal small talk about their college experiences, and it only took a veiled Star Wars quote on Morgan's part to tip the conversation into something they both got excited about.

"I'm sorry, I just can't hate the prequel trilogy," Morgan said.

"For all their special effects, they really can't beat the originals, though," Reid countered.

"Yeah, but one, two and three added so much more to the whole universe. I can't hate them when we got three movies of McGregor's performance as Obi-Wan."

Reid made a sound to concede the point, as Morgan lit up a cigarette. "Are you smoking?" he asked.

"Yeah. You want me to stop?"

"No, can I have one?"

"Oh. Sure." Morgan lit a second one from the one in his mouth by holding the tips together, and then he reached out and touched Reid's hand so the man could take it from him.

"You ever notice that in the original trilogy, Lando is the only black guy in the whole galaxy?" Morgan asked.

"No, I'm sure-" Reid paused, apparently thinking as he took a drag of his cigarette. From the uncomfortable sound Morgan could tell he wasn't used to smoking, but he didn't make comment on what the man needed to reduce stress. "I never really thought about it."

"Literally, in the whole galaxy," Morgan chuckled. "Maybe that's why I like the prequel trilogy so much, more black folks representing. Even if Jarjar had to exist."

They both laughed, and talked as Morgan drove for hours. Reid didn't ask where exactly they were going, and Morgan wasn't sure he'd have told him if he did, because in the back of his mind he was still wary that they weren't in the clear yet.

"Do you have someone waiting for you?" Reid asked into a lull in the conversation. "A girlfriend or boyfriend?"

"Nah," Morgan sounded. "Hard to do, with this job. I was trying to take as many jobs as I could so I'd have the means to retire."

"Right," Reid sighed.

The silence they lulled into felt comfortable and easy, a rest from hours of conversation. Reid hadn't talked like that to anyone in a long time. He barely had time for his friends, let alone conversations about inconsequential, wonderful things.

"Will you pull over?" Reid asked suddenly.

"What? Are you okay?" Morgan asked, as he pulled over onto the side of the road. For the first time he caught himself looking at the other man and wondering what colour his eyes were.

All of a sudden Reid was scrambling across the car and depositing himself in Morgan's lap, gripping his neck and blindly finding the man's lips with his own, pressing his thin body against the more muscular one.

"What are you doing?" Morgan pulled away and gripped Reid's arms.

"I think you know."

"Why?"

"I want to. And if the way you keep touching my leg is any indication, so do you."

"This isn't right," Morgan said, feeling his chest tighten at the realisation that all the while they'd been talking he'd been unconsciously initiating little touches.

"Two men...?" Reid started hesitantly.

"No, this. I've got you blindfolded in a car, Reid, and you don't owe me anything."

"This isn't about me owing you."

"This whole situation is fucked up," Morgan said gently, "you don't need to do this."

"I know," Reid said, letting Morgan keep him away from his body, not fighting his restraining hold on his arms. "And there very likely is huge psychological significance, but I'm not doing this out of obligation. I want you. I want you because I know you want me, but you haven't taken me."

"Jesus, Reid, that's the standard! You don't just take a person because you want them."

"It's not the standard I've had for years," Reid said honestly. "It's not what's normal for me, after where I've been. I just want to make a choice about my sexuality. I just want to be touched by someone who wants me, and doesn't want to hurt me. You don't want to hurt me, do you?"

"No," Morgan said, loosening his hold.

"If I asked, would you let me get out of the car?"

"Yes."

"Would you drop me at the next town if I said I didn't want to go with you anymore?"

"Yes."

"If I wanted to, would you stop me taking off this blindfold?"

"I'd tell you it was a bad idea."

"But would you stop me if I really wanted it?" Reid had pressed closer again, so close his breath was dancing across his jaw.

"No."

"If we started kissing again and I told you I wanted to stop, would you?"

"Of course."

"I'm not being coerced, this isn't transference, and you're not taking advantage. I don't care if it's still fucked up. I want this."

When Reid pressed his mouth to Morgan's again, the man slowly responded, one hand stroking along his back to rest on the dip in his spine, the other ran along his thigh. Reid kissed him more needily, opening his mouth and running his tongue along Morgan's bottom lip. The older man could feel the need in his sudden sexual partner rising quickly, desperate as he tried to wiggle out of the oversized sweatpants. Morgan didn't try to slow him, didn't think it would be right to dictate the specifics of the encounter when Reid was getting his first taste of sexual freedom in so long. Instead he helped him pull the material away, freeing his erection.

He was stubbly from where he'd been shaved, and on his groin just beside the base of his shaft was a small crucifix branded into his skin. Morgan brushed his finger over it as Reid kissed his jaw line, and gently grazed his palm over the man's cock.

"Yes," Reid whispered, seeking Morgan's mouth again. He got the message and wrapped his hand around the man's erection, stroking slowly. Reid keened and pressed closer, crushing their mouths together and gripping Morgan's neck as though he thought the man might disappear from beneath his hands. It only took a couple of minutes of stroking before Reid was writhing in Morgan's lap, back bumping the steering wheel as he thrust his hips back and forth.

He buried his covered face in Morgan's neck as he came, emptying his semen onto Morgan's hand and the front of his shirt.

"Too fast," he muttered breathlessly, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Morgan soothed, still stroking him gently to ease him down from his orgasm. A few seconds later, Reid was sobbing into his neck. "Spencer? Are you okay?" His throat felt tight with the worry that Reid regretted what had just happened, that he had felt coerced, and he ran a soothing hand over the man's back as he shook.

"I'm sorry," he said between great heaving sobs. "Not you. Not your fault." He took several deep breaths, attempting to calm himself. It worked a little, but the tears and shaking sobs kept coming.

"I've had sex hundreds of times in the last two years," he murmured, and Morgan knew that meant hundreds of times he'd been forced, hundreds of times he'd been raped. He wrapped the arm around the man's middle and pulled him closer, extracting his other hand from between them and wiping it discreetly on his pant leg.

"I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm," Reid whispered, and Morgan felt his chest tighten because that was so easy. Penises were notoriously easy to please, orgasm wasn't hard for most people with them. The idea that Reid, who had come apart so quickly under his hand hadn't had that – been allowed to have that - in years made him both upset and furious.

"I'm sorry for crying." Reid said eventually, once the tears had mostly stopped. "I suppose that's killed your erection." Reid reached for Morgan's belt, but Morgan gently pushed his hands away.

"We've been in one place for too long." When Reid pulled away, and Morgan could see damp spots on the fabric of the blindfold, he leant forward to press a reassuring kiss to the man's jaw. "We'll get off the road, find a place. A motel for the night. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry and dying for a hot shower. And I'm gonna crash this car if I don't get some proper sleep soon. What do you say?"

"Sounds great," Reid said, smiling genuinely even as his body shivered with a last residual sob, and he leaned briefly back into the full body contact they'd had.

Neither of them could know that at that moment, a car was pulling up to the abandoned one left with two dead men with missing guns, and promises of revenge were being made.