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Reid taps his finger against the lip of his coffee mug, eyes cast down at the files on his desk.

Morgan hasn't even tried to slip him any files…he works steadily at his desk, not even bothering to look up from his papers. Not bothering to look at Reid.

Reid scribbles a note in a piece of paper, crumples it, and launches it at Morgan.

It bounces off Morgan's head and skitters to a stop on the desk.

Morgan looks up, past Reid, then back down at the ball.

He opens the note, reads it…

'Are you okay?'

Morgan crumples the note ad goes back to his files.

Reid frowns deeply before scribbling another note, crumpling it, and launching it.

This one lands in Morgan's lap, who hesitantly picks it up, unfurls it and reads.

'Garcia wants to see you in her "lair"…'

Morgan sighs, shuffling from his seat, taking thousand pound steps up to Garcia's office.

Reid pulls up the search engine on his computer. He's pretty sure 'throwing yogurt' was a euphemism for becoming sick…right?

Throwing yogurt: ejaculating, especially from masturbation. (From the resemblance of semen to yogurt and the up and down motion of the hand causing it to seem as if the yogurt has been thrown instead of ejaculated)

Reid blushes Devil's red.

Morgan…

Reid stutters a breath or two as his core heats up.

"Hey, Reid, you okay?" Prentiss asks. Reid had forgotten she was even in the room.

"Y-yes. I'm fine." Reid answers shakily.

Morgan…almost reached …orgasm while watching me…he did…after…

Reid's mind kind of short circuits as he stares at the vacant desk of one very...bothered Derek Morgan.

The one that never loses his cool.

The one that could teach Reid a thing or two about the "joyous ways" of being a Ladies Man.

A man's man.

The one that sees him as a brother and nothing more.

The one that has had more sexual experiences than Reid ever wants to imagine.

The one who would never go for a skinny, pale, obnoxious…decidedly MALE, genius.

No, never.

Reid knows he's not normal.

Never had a hope to be.

And everyone accepts this.

Even Derek Morgan.

Reid knows he'll never be a "Lady's Man."

Nothing of the sort…he's always known this fact, and has come to accept that from himself, even though the kids in High school picked with him relentlessly. Even though he's not comfortable sharing it with the world, with his team mates, whom he knows would just as easily accept him. That fact does not make it any easier for Reid.

Reid knows he's not normal…

Normalcy is overrated.

So why, taking in all the statements he can say to himself to make himself feel reassured, does he feel skivvy to admit that he likes Derek Morgan?

Derek Morgan, the decidedly STRAIGHT, brotherly team mate/coworker/friend/confidant.

He can accept that he is not normal, but can't take the fact that he feels a twinge of something, like a bubble floating to his chest, waiting to explode as he makes eye contact with Morgan.

The bubble of feeling tickles his gut when Morgan throws an arm haphazardly around Reid's skinny frame as they share tiny beds in those motels that are so over packed and so under-bedded…on those cases where they're so strained they're tired and let their guards down and just can't care anymore.

When he's too emotionally drained to be on his own and takes the spare key to Morgan's house, slipping next to him in the most comforting of ways, how is it that he can fall asleep so instantaneously, knowing that he's safe as Morgan shifts into him, making him feel like it's okay to be abnormal. It's okay to be afraid. It's okay to depend on others for the comfort, the help you know you could never give yourself.

Yes, normalcy is overrated; Reid thinks as he stares up at Garcia's office, her curtains drawn…they're never drawn.

Reid's heart kicks in his chest as he stares.

Morgan…please don't freak out. You didn't do anything wrong…

Reid knows this is a fluke. Morgan would never go for Reid…Morgan just had an off chance reaction to Reid and his lovely cherry lolli.

Yes, that's all it is.

But Reid needs to know. Does Morgan…

Is Morgan attracted to him?

A small, wary smile plays on his lips.

The only way to prove a theory is to test it out…

A/N: thank everyone for feeding me, by belly's stopped growling as much.

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