Disclaimer: Why do I bother? We all know that I do not own Morgan, Reid or Criminal Minds…if I did, they'd be screwing like Rabbits. *sigh*
Keeping it going…this is somewhat slightly more perverted than the last update, sorry?
Fair warning…I don't know what to say for myself, except that Smexy muses have taken over my mind and have created this (lovely?) fic for your viewing pleasure.
World domination via Slashy Goodness! ( Hoot Hoot!)
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Morgan's mortified.
There he said it…Reid+lollipop reduces 1 Derek Morgan to come so hard in the bathroom stall at the B.A.U. it HURTS SO BAD!
He barely makes it to the stall, leaning heavily against the closed door, as he unzips and shutters, orgasm rolling through him like a freight train on a rampage.
It comes, washing over him with pleasure; he wants to squirm away from it. It's too big. Too much. Too fast.
THIS IS NOT NORMAL.
Short of breath, his hips heave forward. He's bellowing in the silence, his voice echoes off the empty stalls, only the glaring bulbs accusatory witnesses to his shame. His utter lack of control as the strong smell of spunk fills his nose as he jerks again, again, again… as he splatters into the toilet bowl.
It aches…
Reid! He sobs out in the most broken voice. And then the world goes blank, white noise enveloping him, swallowing him whole.
After a while he straightens, coming out of his stupor with shaky legs and ringing ears.
His groin aches as he tucks himself back in.
Thank god none of it got on his clothes; he thinks as he opens the stalls door and washes his hands. He hobbles gap legged and slowly back to the Bull Pen to work.
Reid looks up from his paperwork and makes eye contact with Morgan.
Morgan shutters, breaking away quickly as he eases himself into his seat.
God he knows…
Morgan wants to run, but he has to keep his cool.
Morgan tried to focus on his files, but his mind is still foggy… I think he lost a couple of brain cells back there.
His body thrums with need. He needs more than images. He need Reid moving under him. Reid moving in him. Him moving in Reid, and every combination in between.
Morgan shutters again, pushing his desire to the back of his mind. He does not need another repeat performance.
After a while of writing, a paper ball flies hitting Morgan in the head.
Morgan quickly looks up and sees Reid staring up at him. Morgan looks past Reid's right ear.
Can't focus on Pretty Boy…
He looks down at the note and opens it…
Are you okay?
Morgan's not okay, but he can't tell reid that… maybe he doesn't know. Maybe the kid is clueless, not in a bad way, but an innocent manner.
Morgan wonders if Reid knew the whole truth, would he run away like Morgan wants to? This is all too much, so he goes back to his files.
Another ball lands in his lap, and he hesitantly picks it up and reads it.
Garcia wants to see you in her 'lair.'
Morgan groans internally.
He can't hide from Baby Girl, and the longer he puts it off the more embarrassed he's going to get.
Better sooner than later.
And maybe she can help him clear his head.
His heart flutters as he makes it a point not to look at Reid as he slowly gets out of his chair and hobbles his way to Garcia's office.
When will this ache go away?
Prentiss looks up and smirks at Morgan's stance.
She quirks a brow and mouths, "we heard you…wow!"
Morgan feels queasy as his heart kicks.
Just make it into Garcia's office. She'll know what to do.
One foot in front of the other…he makes it to Garcia's door, and knocks.
She flings the door open, scoops him inside…
"Awe sweetie, you've got it bad."She coos, closing the door firmly behind them.
She snaps the blinds shut, smirking as she sees Morgan wincing again as he takes a seat.
She sits opposite of him.
"Come on babe; tell Garci what's bothering you."
Morgan sighs, almost reassure.
Maybe this will all work out for the best.
A.N. sorry for keep ending chapters like this…writing in between classes and I want to keep this going… Reid's p.o.v. next.
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