A/N: So here's the next chapter guys! It does get a little bit hot and heavy in this chapter, and I think the next one may push the rating up to M :P
And the other day, I was writing down ideas for my Reid/Morgan SLASH universe, and you know how many new ideas I came up with? 13! Some of them will be oneshots and some based on actual episodes, but you can rest assured there will be many more stories after this one is finished (not that it will be finished any time soon)! But anyway, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

The members of the Behavioural Analysis Unit- besides Garcia, who was back at Quantico in her lair- were gathered in their hotel in Milwaukee, where Hotch was about to deliver some bad news.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to share rooms, guys," Hotch announced to his team. "JJ, you're in with Prentiss, Dave with me, and Reid with Morgan."

"Seriously? I have to share a room with him?" said Morgan, indicating Reid with a jab of his thumb.

"There's only one bed in there, too," JJ commented, looking directly at the two men.

Reid and Morgan looked straight at each other, the shock evident on their faces. They had to share a hotel room, with only one bed?

"There is a couch in there, you know guys?" said Rossi. He, Hotch and Prentiss looked between Morgan and Reid, confused.

"Yeah, but you know neither of us are going to want to sleep there," Morgan said quickly, trying to save the situation. "We'll probably spend the entire night fighting over the bed." He shot a quick look at JJ, who giggled behind her hand, trying to hide it.

Reid was still silent, afraid that opening his mouth would betray what he was currently feeling: shock, nervousness, and a little bit of excitement and happiness.

JJ, recovering from her laughter, realised that Reid wasn't going to start talking any time soon. "Maybe we should head upstairs, so these two can start arguing," she suggested.

Prentiss laughed. "Maybe we should," she agreed.

The team headed upstairs to the second floor. There they split off; Hotch and Rossi heading to the farthest door, while JJ and Prentiss had a room next to Morgan and Reid a third of the way down the hall.

"Goodnight, boys," JJ said, a smile on her face as she and Prentiss entered their room and closed the door.

"Shall we go in, pretty boy?" Morgan smirked at Reid as he rested a hand on the doorknob.

"Uh… yeah, I guess so," Reid said.

Morgan's smirk grew wider. "Come on, Spencer, what've you got to be nervous about?" Morgan reached out with his spare hand and brushed the back of it down Reid's cheek, slowly and tenderly.

"D- Derek!" Reid stammered. "What are you doing? We're still in the hallway; the others could come out and see us!"

"Well we should go inside, shouldn't we?" Morgan pushed the door open and beckoned for Reid to come inside.

As Reid went inside the room and closed the door behind him, he realised JJ was right: there was only one bed in the room. He looked at the bed, then back at Morgan, his mix of feelings evident on his face.

Morgan slowly crossed the room until he was standing right in front of Reid. "Hey, kid, listen," he said, reaching out and taking Reid's hand with one of his own. "Remember what I said last night? I meant it. We can take this as slow as you want. I can wait for you, for as long as it takes."

Reid nodded. "I know, Derek. Thank you." He looked at the bed again, studying it as if it were a particular interesting documentary he was watching.

"Spencer, if you don't want to sleep in the same bed, I can sleep on the couch," Morgan said. "Seriously."

Reid studied the bed for a moment more, then turned back to look at Morgan. "No," was all he said.

"No?" Morgan repeated. "What do you mean?"

"Don't sleep on the couch," Reid said.

Morgan looked at Reid, hearing the real meaning in Reid's words. "Are you sure?" he asked. Reid nodded.

"Yes," Reid answered. "I'm sure." Morgan noticed that the nerves were slowly leaving Reid's voice. And with that mask gone, Morgan could hear what was hidden behind it: happiness.

With one hand still entwined with Reid's, Morgan ran his other hand through Reid's hair. "You… you are amazing, you know that?" he said.

Reid stepped in closer to Morgan, and the older agent wrapped both his arms around the younger's body. "I'm not," Reid whispered into Morgan's ear. "But you are."

Morgan sighed and detached himself from Reid so he could look Reid in the eye. "You've got to stop selling yourself short, kid." When Reid didn't reply, Morgan took his hand again and led him towards the bed.

"Just kissing again, okay? I'm not ready to- to give it away yet," said Reid, skirting carefully over the 's' word. It was amazing, how he could say it easily when he talking about a case, but now it wouldn't come out.

"Just kissing, and sleeping in the same bed," Morgan agreed. "Although with less clothes?" Morgan made his last sentence a question, a small smile on his lips.

Reid had to smile at that. It was classic Morgan: a little bit joking, a little bit serious, and quite a bit sexual. "Yes, Derek. Considering I usually don't sleep in my work clothes, there will be less clothing. But at least try to keep your underwear on."

Morgan's smile grew wider. "I think I can manage that," he said. He led Reid over to the bed, and the two of them sat down. Morgan slowly began to unbutton his shirt, and Reid watched him almost ashamedly.

"Don't look away," Morgan whispered as he slipped off his shirt. Reid stared at Morgan's naked chest, and was unable to stop himself from reaching out and running a hand over the contours of Morgan's finely sculpted muscles. Morgan smiled at him, and reached for Reid's tie, pulling it over his head and throwing it across the room. "Thank god you weren't wearing a vest today," Morgan commented.

Reid removed his hand from Morgan's chest and began unbuttoning his own shirt, rather clumsily. Whether it was because of nerves or Reid's natural clumsiness, Morgan couldn't tell. Morgan reached out to help him, but Reid stopped him. "No, Derek," he said. "Not yet."

Morgan nodded, but as soon as Reid's shirt was off, he was running his hands over the young agent's skinny torso almost like he was trying to memorise Reid's body using only his hands. Reid shivered at his touch, but didn't ask him to stop. Morgan moved his hands to the small of Reid's back and gave him a deep, slow kiss. It didn't take long for Reid to respond, each kiss getting faster and more passionate. He began to moan against Morgan's lips, so Morgan lightly pushed him until he was lying on the bed, and Morgan was on top of him. He braced his hands on either side of Reid, and bent down to kiss him again.

Reid definitely didn't feel like himself as Morgan's lips kept pressing against his, but he didn't mind it. It was definitely a good feeling. He pushed his tongue against Morgan's lips until it was allowed entry. The two of them kept kissing, until it was Morgan moaning against Reid's lips and not the other way around. Reid's body ached for more- hell, his entire being ached for more, ached for all of Derek Morgan- but he knew he wasn't ready yet. That wasn't something he was going to do lightly.

It seemed like an eternity had passed when Reid finally broke away from Morgan and rested his head against the pillow, completely out of breath. "We should probably get some sleep," he said half-heartedly.

"Do we have to?" Morgan protested, leaning down and kissing Reid's neck. Reid arched his neck back involuntarily, and Morgan kissed it again. "Derek… Derek, we're in the middle of a case."

"Oh, right." Morgan let out a sigh and rolled over so he was lying next to Reid, facing him. Reid yawned, and Morgan laughed. "Wow, you're tired," he commented.

"Yeah, well, that's your fault," said Reid, yawning again. He reached for his go bag, and pulled out an old pair of sweatpants that he slept in. Sliding under the blanket and carefully using it to block Morgan's view- despite the fact that he was wearing underwear, he wasn't ready for Morgan to see quite that much yet- he slipped off his work pants and his mismatched socks and pulled on the sweatpants. Morgan, however, had no such qualms, but thankfully he too was wearing boxers. He pulled off his black pants and pulled the blanket over himself, sliding over until he and Reid were touching.

"You sleep in your boxers?" Reid murmured sleepily.

"Yep," Morgan replied. He rested his own head on the pillow and pulled Reid in closer, wrapping his arms around him. The younger man instinctively cuddled in closer to Morgan, resting his head on Morgan's naked chest. Morgan ran a hand over Reid's hair gently, and a small smile appeared on Reid's face.

"I love you," Reid whispered as his eyes closed.

"I love you too," Morgan replied, kissing Reid on the forehead as the young man drifted off into sleep.

When Reid woke up in the morning, it took him a while to remember where he was and what had happened. Then he remembered: he was in Milwaukee, on a case, sharing a bed with Derek Morgan.

Reid opened his eyes. He was curled up against Morgan's bare chest, and Morgan had his arms wrapped around Reid, holding him close. Reid looked up at Morgan, and saw that his eyes were open and he had a smile on his face. "Morning, sleepyhead," Morgan whispered.

"Morning," Reid whispered back, a smile creeping onto his own face. "That was the best night's sleep I've had in ages," he commented.

"Me too," Morgan replied. Neither of them had to say why; they both knew. Morgan planted a kiss on Reid's lips, and removed his arms. "We should get dressed."

Reid sat up suddenly in the bed. "What time is it?" he gasped, frantically searching for his watch or his phone.

"Relax, kid," said Morgan, laughing and reaching for Reid's hand to stop him. "We still have half an hour before we have to meet the rest of the team." Morgan effortlessly turned Reid around to face him, and kissed him again.

"Derek," Reid protested. "We don't have time for this." He had to use all of his willpower to stop himself from responding to Morgan and kissing him back.

Morgan smiled against Reid's lips. "What, are you afraid you won't be able to stop?" he said, kissing Reid again.

"No," Reid murmured, and Morgan kissed him again. No. Yes," Reid said instead, giving in and kissing Morgan back, putting his arms around the older man's neck.

Morgan laughed at Reid's reaction. "Aw, kid. I knew I could I could get a response out of you." He kissed Reid again, and again. Reid responded in kind, kissing Morgan back ferociously. "Admit it, kid," said Morgan, finally pulling away from Reid and smiling. "You want me." He ran his fingers lightly down Reid's chest.

"I think that's a given, Derek," Reid replied, willing himself to pull away from Morgan. "We've really got to get ready for work. They're going to come looking for us, you know."

"JJ will make sure it's her that comes to check on us," said Morgan, kissing Reid again passionately.

"Derek," Reid said warningly. "You can't be sure of that. And we do have an UnSub to stop."

Morgan sighed. "I guess we have to go then." He extricated himself from Reid, who was unable to move. It took all of his restraint to stop himself from leaping right at Morgan.

Morgan picked up Reid's go bag and threw it at him. "You get changed out here. I'll get changed in the bathroom."

Reid nodded his agreement, but was unable to move until Morgan had entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He slowly got dressed, hesitating for a moment on the vest before tossing it aside. Morgan walked out of the bathroom a few moments later. "You ready, kid?" Morgan asked. Reid nodded and got to his feet, and Morgan caught sight of the vest still lying on the bed.

"You're not wearing it?" he said, surprised.

"I was going to, but then I changed my mind," Reid explained. "Some things are easier to do when I'm not wearing one." He raised an eyebrow suggestively, and Morgan gave him a shocked laugh.

"Wow, Spencer," Morgan breathed. "I never knew you had it in you."

"Considering I've never really been in this situation, neither did I," Reid admitted. "Now we really should go downstairs."

"One more thing before we go," said Morgan, and he quickly kissed Reid again. "To sustain us through today."

Reid smiled, and followed Morgan out the door. When they got downstairs, the rest of the team was waiting for them.

"You guys took your time," Prentiss remarked.

"Yeah, well pretty boy took longer to get dressed than normal," Morgan said.

"That was entirely your fault and you know it," Reid countered.

"Morgan, don't tell me you made him sleep on the couch," Prentiss said. "The kid is too tall to sleep on there properly."

"It was his choice where to sleep," Morgan replied. "I played no part in that decision whatsoever."

As the team headed out of the hotel, Prentiss remembered something and spoke up. "Hey, did you guys hear those noises last night?"

"What noises?" Reid asked.

"It kind of sounded like, well, moaning," Prentiss said. Reid and Morgan almost stopped in their tracks. Had Prentiss heard them?

"Moaning?" said Morgan. "What're you talking about?"

"Like there was a make-out session going on," Prentiss said. "And oddly enough, it sounded like it was coming from your room."

The team, who had now reached the SUVs, looked between each other. What was going on?

"There was moaning coming from your room?" said Rossi. "What were you two doing?"

"Just because the moaning was coming from that direction, doesn't mean that it was us," Reid pointed out. "This hotel has air vents in the roof, and they are closest to the right hand side of the room- closest to the wall between our rooms. With the way sound travels, it was most likely coming from the room above you. Not ours."

Morgan glanced at Reid and gave him a quick, relieved smile. "As if it could've been us, guys. Geez."

The team climbed into the SUVs- Rossi, Prentiss and Hotch in one, and Morgan, Reid and JJ in the other.

"Guys, admit it," JJ said as they drove out of the parking lot. "The moaning me and Prentiss heard. It was you, wasn't it?"

Morgan pretended to be focused on driving, while Reid looked quickly down at the case file in his lap. JJ could tell by their reactions that she'd hit the nail on the head. "I knew it!"

"We were just kissing, JJ," Reid said quickly. "Nothing else, I swear!"

"Relax, Spence," JJ said. "It's okay. It doesn't matter to me what you did. But maybe if you're a little bit louder next time, Hotch and Rossi might hear you."

Both JJ and Morgan burst into laughter at the look on Reid's face. One thought was on his mind though: there definitely would be a next time. And he didn't think he would be able to keep quiet.

E/N: Ha, I love those two together, I've probably said that before but it's so true! I wonder if Prentiss will hear them again, and whether she'll really believe that the noise is coming from the room upstairs... guess you'll have to wait for the next chapter to see!
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