D&R 2

Sorry for the time between updates. I'm still new at this and didn't want to give you crap but I never said I wouldn't be a tease. Tank you all for your comments it keep me writing.

"I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn." -Charles Bukowksi

There is a moment just before you awake when the thoughts of the day are just forming and yesterday is still vague and that night's dream is vivid but ever fleeting. The alarm went off at 8'oclock bring it to an unfortunate demise as it slammed against the wall. Although he knew all he was suffering from was a bit of Hypoglycemia, dehydration, acetaldehyde intoxication, glutamine rebound, and vitamin B12 deficiency it didn't make the morning after torture any easier. He was going to kill…

"Morgan..."

The young doctor lurched up feeling the effects of last night's activity as the memory of the past four hours came flooding back in striking color the smell of his cologne, the heat of his embrace, the feel of his touch. He looked around the round no sign of Derek. He felt even more like a jilted lover as he took his time to stand feeling the pain surge up his back as he wrapped the sheet around his waist and stumbled into the living room.

"Morgan.." hos voice echoed in the empty home.

He looked around his vacant living room. His fist pounded against the wall as held back the warms sting in his eyes

"Bastard..."

Morgan back blazed as the water struck it in the shower. He exhaled slowly letting persistent burning sting turn to little more than an itch. What had he done? He awoke in a strange bed naked curled up with a brunette. It was fine until he noticed it was not only his colleague but Spencer. He panicked. He remember bits and pieces of last night the music... watching Reid sway and gyrate, forcing him against the wall and almost dry humping him to an R&B song...Damn Robin Thicke. The rest of the night was still a blur of amazing head and moans. He knew at some point he back paid a familiar price along with the upper part of his arms...Shit…long sleeves today. A chill went up his spine as remember something he needed to forget. His body...He knew he was not a man of small statue… Reid body must be...sore he a felt a growing shame return from long ago…This was not that was it? No he would never… not to Reid. The tiled cracked as his fist collided with it in the shower he heard his alarm going off in the distance. Damn it all to hell.

Reid arrived at the BAU earlier then usually to slowly make it to his desk in the bullpen. He was not going to cower from Morgan like some weepy girl although it had taken three cups of coffee and 30 minutes of crying before he was able to pull himself together, he hated feeling like this. He just hoped no one would care enough to push the issue they were profilers so he knew they would notice. The first person in was the one of the last people he wanted to see as she glided toward his desk.

"Hey boy genius, why so glum?" her fire red lips pouted with concern.

"Ah..hm Glum? I'm not glum just….In need of a coffee refill." Reid smiled sheepishly as he tried to stand.

Garcia smiled, she saw the pleading in his eyes to leave it.

"Alright, but I want details later or else I will stalk the last 8 hours of your movements through traffic cams and satellite surveillance."

Reid nodded slightly frighten he knew Garcia wasn't joking? The rest of the team trickled in one by one Hotch looking stern as usual. Prentiss drug in like she had just left a sin to win weekend and JJ looked a bit jet lagged as she buried her head in case files she must have just got back from New Orleans but still no sign of Morgan who was not the type to be late.

All the anxiety of trying to act normal while waiting to ignore Morgan caused Reid to be in a serious need of a coffee fix and now was the best time if any to duck into the break room before anyone else dared to question his stiff movement or disgruntled look.

Morgan strolled in to the BAU bullpen five minutes late although technically he was not late he just had spent the last thirty minutes in his truck trying to figure out what to say to Reid. He had decided with the "We need to talk." approached so he could first apologize and then..talk. As the elevator opened he couldn't believe he actually had butterflies as he looked over at Reid empty desk.

Morgan instantly felt worse as he should have called or texted to check on him they were friends until… as went toward his desk he saw the young doctor's messenger bag. Derek exhaled a sigh of relief as he knew exactly where he was. Morgan ran toward the break room to see a somewhat agitated Reid waiting for his coffee to brew.

"Spencer we need to talk." Morgan blurted out closing the break room door and pulling the blinds. The lock clicked in time with the coffee brewer.

Reid just stood facing the coffee machine his back toward Morgan his hands against the linoleum counter silent.

"Reid…" Morgan voice echoed pleadingly.

"There's nothing to talk about you and I were drunk and things…"

The young doctor cleared his voice struggling to hand the sudden pain in his words

"…things got out of hand. I won't say anything."

Reid waited for the sigh of relief to come from Morgan's position behind him. He couldn't bare to look at him right then for fear he might see the every growing chaos consuming his heart and mind. He yearned that he would just leave it at that.

"Reid…"

The older agent search for the right words to say but none came he wanted to apologize he wanted to understand why last night happen, didn't Reid want it as much as he did.

"Are we done?" The young doctor's voice was cold as his knuckles turned white from gripping the counter.

Morgan reached his resolve with those words. He was on Reid like an unsub turning him around pressing him against the counter.

"Are we Reid? Look at me." Morgan grab at Reid face bring it to his. The tears said everything.

'You left…did it get too real for you Morgan despite what your dick said you didn't…I've never done…and you just..."his body shook as he gasped for air in-between the tears. He hadn't meant to admit to Derek he was his first let alone fall to pieces in front of him. Morgan's grip loosed as he processed what had just been said. He did what came naturally before he could think his hands were brushing Reid's hair back.

"Pretty boy I'm so sorry. I didn't... I wouldn't…"

"No let go, don't lie to me." the younger agent said trying to push him away.

"Sshhhh.." Morgan whispered as began to kiss Reid he wanted more than anything for Reid to stop crying.

Reid tried to push him away but the fire of Morgan's kiss made him illogical. Instinct took over as he wrapped his arms around his neck pulling him deeper in the kiss. Morgan's hands were tangled in Reid's hair as his tongue probed the inner claviers of the young agent's mouth. Reid went from melting in the Morgan's arms to being hoisted on the counter as Morgan desperately struggled to get under his sweater vest pinching a this nipples, kissing the passion marks made from last night as he traced a new path toward the Reid's waist.

St..St..St..Derek.. Please… he moaned in a voice just above a whisper he was in ecstasy the same from last night.

Morgan broke away from leaving a passion mark above Reid hip bone just as the door handled was jiggled.

The knock at the door jarred them back to reality as Reid rush to pull his cloths down and Morgan opened the door. Garcia stood there coffee cup in hand.

Morgan looked back at the disheveled Reid.

"We will talk later?"

The young doctor shook his head in agreement.

"Yeah."

"Hey Babygirl."

Morgan said as he walk out of the break room taking the time to kiss her on the cheek and make a clean get away before she questioned them.

Reid sweetened his coffee in silence as Garcia poured her cup.

Her lips curled around the cup as Reid looked at her.

"So…what was that about?"

"Huh… Hm he wanted my opinion on a case file."

"Oh really, and he had to lock the door and pull the blinds for it?"

"Well its complicated…"

"Complicated enough for you to have a hicky on your neck."

Reids eyes widen as his hand went up to feel where Morgan had bite him last night.

"OH MY GOD! Who knew my chocolate thunder was batting for both teams and with our boy genius. Scandalizes indeed."

Garcia shrieked as she saw Reid's reaction to her trick.

"I want to know everything in vivid detail from start to finish in triplet. Spill it."

"Garcia, keep your voice down. How could you trick me like that? I can't believe you."

"I'm sorry it's just that was straight out of a fangirl fantasy. I had to; it would be illegal in seven states and two countries if I didn't."

Reid let out a long sigh putting his coffee cup down a looking around. He decided to tell her although he was mad at her and not ready to forgive the tech goddess but he knew when he was beat.

"I don't know where to begin. Derek and I went out last night and ended up sleeping together but when I woke this morning he was gone. He didn't leave a note or text me and I've never umm… you know " he cleared his throat tucking his hair behind his ear. "had sexual relations with a man or anyone for that matter"

Garcia jaw dropped momentarily before regaining her composer.

"Oh sweetie..."

"I mean I liked it and I was pretty sure he did to but I don't know where we go from here. I mean Morgan's is not the best with relationships and we're co-workers and we can't have thing like what just happen…happen."

"Well mona mi how do you feel about him?"

Reid to a long sip of his sugar with a touch of coffee as he thought about Garcia's question.

"I don't know it's all so sudden and confusing but… I want to find out."

"Then that settles it you need to talk with hot stuff."

Garcia glided back to her tech asylum feeling like an all knowing oracle as Reid slowly made his way back to the bullpen. He had decided to talk to Morgan and see exactly what are they doing but before he could say a word.

JJ came out of her office.

"Guys we got a case."

Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience. - Jim Morrison

This slightly uncharted territory so their relationship is going to take some time to develop but best believe it will be more hot, steamy, spicy, and passionate Morgan & Reid goodness. So rate and review. I 3 you all for reading.