The Essentials of Sociology

Chapter Six: A Kiss With a Fist

A/N: Hey y'all. Just casually updatin'. Don't mind me. Or the fact that it's one of my shortest updates. *whistles* Just... enjoy the drama. It's good for the soul.

Blue Radley

"So… h—how about them Cavaliers?" Reid asked his knees quietly.

Morgan paused and searched Reid's eyes. The latter stared back, begging him to talk about anything other than what had just happened between the two of them.

"Uh…" Morgan glanced at the screen, seemingly happy for the reprieve, "…twenty four to seven. Five minutes to the end of the third quarter. We just might win this thing."

Reid pulled his feet up onto the couch and pressed his thighs to his chest, hugging his legs as he curled up into a little protective ball, "That's good news."

Sighing heavily, Morgan confessed, "Reid…"

Reid feigned ignorance, "The Cavaliers are doing great."

"Please look at me," Morgan sighed.

"I don't wanna," Reid complained, voice muffled as he spoke into his knees.

Morgan put his head in his hands, "Spencer, come on."

Reid looked up at Morgan, "Happy?"

"Look, I just…"

"No, you look," he mumbled, "I've had a really strange week, and the paperwork was crazy, and the new year has come along, so I keep marking my stuff 2012 when I know it's 2013. That's causing problems, so I have to do it all over again and… I don't know."

Morgan leaned over and took one of Reid's hands off of his knees, replying, "We need to talk about what just happened…"

Reid glanced at their linked hands and pulled his away, sealing the verdict in his mind. Obviously, Morgan was here to shoot him down. That kiss was a mistake, and it meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. If anything, Morgan was still a little on edge because of Reid's taunting accusations about Morgan not being afraid to experiment with someone of his gender. But what he didn't know was that Reid had lashed out at Morgan's fluid sexuality to hide the fact that he was (on occasion) interested in men as well. Reid didn't like how easily Morgan cast aside the fact that he may or may not have an attraction to guys; because Reid was struggling to even admit to himself how much he craves men. There was no way he was going to admit it to Morgan, the literal man of his dreams.

"Morgan… listen…"

He knows how this is going to end. Reid has practically studied every thesis, entertained every idea, and slaved over every hypothesis. He's a profiler. And from what he's learned of his coworker over the past nine years, he can positively say that he isn't interested in a sexual relationship of any kind with anything that isn't female. Sure, he may want to have an encounter or two with someone of the male persuasion, but it wouldn't be serious. Besides, there's round about four billion men on planet Earth. Why would Morgan choose someone like Reid when there are men taller, sexier, more confident, and tons more handsome than he? It made no quantifiable sense. From a chemist's point of view, the desired outcome is unlikely, so he should just save time and abort the experiment before someone notices he made a mistake even putting Chemical Morgan and Chemical Reid in the same beaker.

So, he took the coward's way out and finished his statement.

"Wouldn't it be easier if we just pretended that this didn't happen?"

Morgan nodded, face considering, "Yeah, it would be."

Reid breathed, "Then we should do just that. Our friendship would remain intact, the tension in the workplace would be manageable, and our jobs wouldn't be in danger of termination. It would all around be the best choice to make considering the plethora of options we're now provided with."

Raising an eyebrow, Morgan asked, "We have options now?"

Reid felt himself blush in response, "Well, some of them make sense and some of them are just silly."

"Humor me. What are the silly ones?" Morgan asked with that smile that makes Reid feel so warm and cozy and… oh, boy is he in trouble.

He mumbled quietly, "The ones where… we end up together."

"And how many of those are there?"

Reid bit his lip, "Two."

Morgan asked, "How many total?"

"I don't know… a plethora." Reid explained nervously, "You see, a plethora is an overabundance of something, an excess if you will. Like a plethora of advice, or a paucity of assistance, or a—"

His flow of speech was cut off by a warm, soft pair of lips closing his in a light touch. Reid's eyes slipped closed at the quick kiss Morgan had given him, even after Morgan had backed away. The quieting effect lasted for approximately five seconds before Reid tried to dive back into the task at hand, "or… or a great amount of—"

Morgan cut him off again, and although the thought and feeling of Morgan's kiss was intoxicating and soothing, he knew it would soon become irritating. Reid said as soon as Morgan pulled away, "a large quantity of—"

Leaning forward with a grin on his face, Morgan planted another on onto Reid's lips and leaned back, self-assured.

Reid glared. "Are you done?"

"Well, that depends. Are you?" Morgan asked pointedly.

"No." Reid hissed.

Morgan took that as an invitation to press another kiss to Reid's frowning mouth.

The glare stayed.

Morgan stared back, "I'm not scared of you."

The glare intensified.

"Okay, maybe I am, but only a little bit."

Reid groaned, "I'm trying to strategize how we next approach our relationship and you keep—"

Morgan kissed him again.

"Fine," Reid grumbled, "I'm all ears. Any ideas?"

Morgan shrugged, "I was thinking we could just… go with it. See where it takes us. I sure as hell wasn't planning on kissing you tonight, but I did and it felt awesome. End of story."

Reid sighed, "But won't we be awkward?"

"Are we awkward right now?"

Reid paused and waited for that horrible, grating feeling and silence that accompanied awkwardness. Upon finding none, he replied cautiously, "…no."

"Will we be awkward tomorrow?"

He considered the idea. If they kept going on the path that they were on; the calm, quiet path of peace and love and those gorgeous kisses; they would be better than not-awkward. They'd be perfect. Reid replied, "No. We won't."

Morgan smiled again and asked, "So, why the big analysis? Whether we're awkward or we're not," he paused his speech with a light kiss, "Whether we're together or not," he added a second to Reid's lips, "Whether we're in love or not," he kissed him again, "It feels nice. Don't it?"

Reid hummed, "Yeah…" and leaned into the feeling.

"Now, take a seat on Poppa's lap and show me how nice it feels," Morgan whispered into his ear, smiling a lust filled smile as Reid straddled Morgan's legs and wrapped his arms behind his neck, "Just like that..."

Reid took a heavy breath and leaned forward, sealing their lips together and pressing the buzzer to ring in one final answer. Morgan was right. He was always right. Maybe feeling was better than thinking. Hell, maybe it was loads better. Reid didn't even know he could feel someone else the way he felt Morgan. Sure he had a little fun as his early years went on. Well… fun meaning an awkward kiss or two, really, but there was never enough of anything to breech those personal guards that he had locked up so tightly. Where were those guards again… he could have sworn he'd left them somewhere. They were falling down, the guards were; slowly and tantalizingly they descended, replacing their locked doors with something more elegant and hot. The key, slipping from his reach, looped around Morgan's tongue. The locks, gripped tight between the strong fingers that ran through his short hair.

There's a word for a feeling like this. In the present moment, Reid was pretty sure it was euphoria. Or could it be rapture? Maybe jubilation, orecstasy… he could really go on, but he was too busy wondering where his shirt had gone. Oh, well. He's not really all that interested. The only thing on his mind right now was feeling his joy forever. He could, couldn't he? 'Yes,' Morgan whispered into his ear, 'you can.'

He could hear the blood pounding in his ears as he continued to lavish in the attention his coworker was pouring upon him. It was so good. Hell, it felt beyond good, as Morgan's hands traced a path down his chest, past his thin torso and stopped, gripping him harder than he was expecting. It was great… wasn't it? Sure, it hurt a bit, but it still feels good. Kind of. God, maybe he was just being too sensitive. Wow, when he really thought about it, Reid was too nervous to voice discomfort. Ever. Maybe, if he just kept pretending it felt good, Morgan would stop that thing he was doing. Reid ground his hips into Morgan's hand, feigning passion. That seemed to give Morgan the 'okay' to do some rather hot things with his tongue but—ouch! Again? Really?

His hand ground into Morgan's shirt and pushed them apart gently, "Th…that hurts."

"What hurts, Pretty Boy?" Morgan asked, giving another blinding smile as he ran his fingers down Reid's chest. It was starting to feel less good and more… well… intense. Reid was thinking again, and now that blood was given a chance to go to his head, his thoughts were headed south. What if he's no good at this? What if Morgan laughs at him? What if he's too skinny? Too average? Too pasty? What if he's too Reid? This will never work out.

Morgan stopped trailing his hands at the zipper of Reid's light corduroys. His breath caught in his throat as he felt strong hands tug downward on the metal bit before he launched himself off of the couch. Reid stood on shaky legs and lashed out, "What the fuck?"

"Spencer…" Morgan started.

"No, seriously. What. The. Fuck?" Reid asked them both. Where did this come from? They were fighting weren't they? They-they were yelling. Then they were kissing. Oh, God, they were kissing. And now… they were living out this 'stay in the moment' crap that Morgan was spewing a few minutes ago, which was... so good that he could barely breathe. But the more he thinks about it, the two were inching closer and closer to sex. That wasn't Reid's plan at all upon visiting Morgan. He thought they were going to hang out and be friends. Even though he was thinking about other things, he was perfectly okay with the fact that those things stayed in his mind and his mind alone. There was no doubt to him that he was returning home just as horny and hard and sexless as he was when he had left. End of story. Or was it? His mind kept drawing blank after blank as he tried to analyze and profile the situation. He couldn't hold a coherent thought under the pressure of Morgan's stare. Everything was blurring into the other and, oh, my God, that's a sign of schizophrenia. Which is hereditary! And catchable! And he's only in his early thirties! There's still enough time for it to manifest! Reid looked up, "Holy shit, I'm going crazy."

Morgan asked, "Wait… what?"

Reid stopped him with a hand in the air as he grabbed his jacket off of the arm of the chair and announced as he headed out of the room, "I have to go."

"But, Spencer—"

"I'm leaving!" Reid whimpered, opening the front door of the abode and shutting it, leaning on its frame for a moment as he whispered against it, "…don't follow me."

A/N: Ugh... life.

-BlueO