A/N: Time for a new chapter guys! And guess what? There's smut in this one guys! Yes, the smutty part was mostly written by my amazing beta/friend Diamond Cobra- the one who didn't realise Prentiss was a woman even though they have the same first name... but I loved this chapter, cos I love writing Morgan and Reid together :) Although the fact that I like it, probably means it's bad... oh well, maybe you guys should read it and decide for yourself!
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.
The rest of the week passed abnormally slowly, even for a week full of paperwork- but then again, no one on the team was really that surprised. They couldn't remember a time when they had anticipated a weekend so much. Not one of them could remember when they'd all gotten a guaranteed weekend off. Most of the time they ended up getting called into work, whether it was their day off or not, but Hotch had made sure that wouldn't happen.
Despite the slow-moving time, Friday afternoon finally rolled around. Morgan and Prentiss had already given up working and were breaking their time up between talking to each other and looking at the clock. Rossi and JJ were still working, but they were definitely slowing down. Hotch was still working too, but he had spent a good twenty minutes on the phone to Haley to see if he could get Jack for at least part of the weekend. Reid, however, was still working furiously, and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.
"Come on, Reid," said Prentiss, leaning on the divider between their desks. "We've got a weekend full of rest and relaxation ahead of us. Why are you working so hard?"
"For that exact reason, Prentiss," Reid replied, not looking up from his work. "I want to get this all done, so I don't even have to think about it. Including the four files you slipped onto my pile this morning, and the three Morgan gave me."
Prentiss raised her eyebrows in shock; she hadn't thought Reid had noticed that one. "Have you actually got plans this weekend?" she joked.
"Yes I have, actually," said Reid, shocking Prentiss even more. "And before you ask, they do not have anything to do with reading, or research, or my Philosophy degree."
"So you're actually going to go out and have some proper fun?" Prentiss gasped. "You, Spencer Reid, are going to have fun?"
"I have fun doing what I normally do," Reid defended. "But yes, I believe I am going to have what you have deemed 'proper fun'."
"Can you believe this, Morgan?" Prentiss asked, turning to face Morgan instead. "I had no idea Reid was even a little bit normal."
"There's more to the kid then meets the eye," Morgan told Prentiss, laughter in his voice. "There could be lots of things you don't know about him."
"Wow, Morgan," said Prentiss. "How do you know so much about Reid?"
"I know him pretty well, and I've known him for longer than you," Morgan replied. "Plus he's not that hard to profile."
As Morgan and Prentiss playfully argued with each other, Reid finished his last file and sighed, leaning back in his chair. He was eagerly anticipating the end of the day, more than he was letting on. Morgan had announced when arriving at work that day that he had regained full use of his shoulder, and that he could now participate in strenuous physical activity. Reid had understood the hidden meaning behinds Morgan's words, and it had taken all his restraint not to react in some way.
Suddenly, the very colourful technical analyst that was Penelope Garcia burst into the bullpen, and came charging up to the three BAU agents. "Did you guys see what time it is?" she asked gleefully.
All three agents looked up at the clock in unison. "It's finishing time!" Garcia sang, pushing Morgan- who was closest to her- out of his seat. "Come on guys, time to go!"
Prentiss laughed at Garcia's antics and rose from her chair, closely followed by Reid. As they did so, JJ, Rossi and even Hotch emerged from their offices.
"Wow, Hotch, even you're leaving on time!" Prentiss laughed.
"Well, I have good reason too," said Hotch. "I've got Jack from tonight until Sunday morning."
The rest of the team smiled. Hotch didn't get to spend much time with his son due to their job, but he loved the time they did have together. "What about you guys?" Hotch asked as they walked out of the bullpen and piled into the bullpen. "What are your plans?"
"I'm going to spend some quality, uninterrupted family time with Will and Henry," JJ said, smiling. "I definitely do not get enough of that. What about you, Prentiss?"
"I've got three words for you: drinking and dancing," Prentiss replied. "Oh, and some shopping with the irresistible Penelope Garcia thrown in."
"Most definitely, beautiful lady," Garcia purred. "Now what about boy genius? What've you got planned?"
"I think I'm just going to take the weekend as it comes," answered Reid. "I mean, I don't have any set plans, but I have ideas."
"Ooh," Prentiss laughed. "Sounds like the good doctor has a woman to call on."
"Oh, god, Prentiss, you have a seriously twisted mind," said Garcia. "I'm sure Reid didn't mean that."
"Garcia is right, Prentiss," Reid agreed. "I'm not spending my entire weekend with some woman. That's not what I meant."
"This is Reid we're talking about, after all," Rossi pointed out. "Now me? I'm working on wife number four."
The entire team laughed, as they headed out into the car park. "Hey, Morgan," Prentiss spoke up. "We never heard what you're doing this weekend."
"I'm going to perform that 'strenuous physical activity' that I am now allowed to do," Morgan replied with a wink. Once again Reid struggled not to react, and Garcia and JJ stifled a laugh behind their hands.
"Okay, ew, now I'm kinda creeped out," Prentiss remarked. "I'm leaving. See you later guys!" Prentiss walked off to her car with a wave. "I'll call you in the morning, Garcia!"
Garcia climbed into her own car, dubbed Esther. "You all have a great weekend, okay?" she said. "And don't do any work!" she added, her eyes narrowed at both Hotch and Reid.
The five remaining agents kept walking, until they reached the area where Hotch, Rossi and JJ were all parked. "See you two on Monday," said Hotch in farewell.
"Yeah, have fun, okay?" JJ added, a slight smirk playing on her face.
Morgan and Reid were now left alone, walking to their cars parked side by side. When they reached the cars, Morgan turned to face Reid. "You coming straight to my house, or are you going home first?" he asked.
"I- I think I'll go home first," Reid decided. "I need to go get changed, grab some stuff."
"Well then when you do, pack for the entire weekend," Morgan whispered, placing a hand on Reid's arm. "Come stay with me."
"Seriously?" Reid gasped. "You seriously want me to stay with you all weekend?"
"Pretty boy, you've gotta stop doing that," said Morgan. "We've been through this before, so stop questioning that I want to do things with you. I love you, remember?"
"Right, sorry," Reid murmured, looking down at his feet. "I guess I just still can't believe that you really feel that way about me."
"Well you better believe it, Spencer," Morgan declared. "Because I really, really love you, and those feelings aren't going anywhere."
Reid looked back up at Morgan, smiling. "I love you too," he said. Reid could feel the tears pricking in the corner of his eyes, and knew he had to leave before he started crying. "I'll- I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?"
"Okay." Moran reached up and stroked Reid's face, wiping away a tear with the back of his hand. He knew not to do any more- Reid would hate that. Instead he said, "I hope I see you as soon as possible, kid."
"Of course, Derek," Reid managed to choke out, before turning away and climbing into his old, beat-up Volvo. As soon as he'd sat down, and Morgan had climbed into his own car and driven off, Reid let the tears fall. They weren't tears of sorrow though- they were tears of happiness. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that he could even be this happy, that he would find someone who loved him that much- or that that someone would be Derek Morgan.
As soon as Reid had stopped crying and wiped the tears from his eyes, he started up his car and drove to his tiny apartment. He headed straight to his bedroom and just stared at his wardrobe, having no idea what to pack. Eventually settling on just a couple of changes of clothes and the essentials- it was only the weekend after all, and Morgan's house wasn't too far away- he headed straight back to his car and to Morgan's.
Morgan's front door opened almost as soon as Reid climbed out of his car, and the older man stood there himself with a huge grin on his face. "Hey, you," said Morgan, walking out of the house and drawing Reid into a passionate kiss.
"Can we… can we at least go inside first?" Reid asked weakly, managing to pull away from Morgan.
"Of course we can, pretty boy," Morgan laughed, taking Reid's hand and pulling him inside. As soon as he'd closed the door, Morgan took Reid's bag from him and tossed it away effortlessly before pulling the young genius close to him. Their lips were together almost instantly, the two men equally fervent in their hunger towards each other.
When they eventually broke apart, Reid's mind was full of fog. All he could think about was Morgan, being together… being his. Morgan was the same- he only had one thing on his mind.
"Do you… do you want to go the bed?" Morgan asked. He didn't let his expression or his voice betray the eagerness he felt- he didn't want to push Reid. He didn't have to worry, though, as Reid nodded instantly and murmured a breathy "yes".
After waiting a moment to see whether Reid would change his mind, Morgan took the young genius's hand again and led him towards the bedroom. He reached into one of the drawers beside his bed, and pulled out the condoms and lube that he always kept there. "Don't be scared," he whispered to Reid, who was just standing there staring at Morgan like he had the last time.
"I'm not," Reid answered honestly. "Not like last time."
Placing the necessities within easy reach Morgan started to undress his younger lover. The vest was the first to go, the article soon thrown across the room. The tie was next; however, instead of the floor, this was thrown backwards, and landed on the headboard. The older man then moved onto the shirt. This time he took more care, each button slowly removed from each buttonhole, his fingers sweeping across the skin of Reid's abdomen each time.
"Derek!" Reid's voice had a distinctly whiny quality, that he would have cringed at any other time, but now he was just too impatient. "Please."
Morgan chuckled, a throaty sound that travelled right to the young analyst's groin. The shirt, previously half undone, was now across the other side of the room-the last three buttons didn't survive and rolled under the bed- and Reid's mouth, opened to say something more, merely let out a throaty moan as a burning heat swept up his stomach and swirled around one nipple.
The dark-skinned agent moved back down the other man's chest to his waistband, feathering gentle kisses and small nips down the skin. Utilising a skill he'd learnt to impress the ladies, Morgan undid the button and zipper of the other man's pants, although with a little difficultly.
Reid's mind, always analysing, even in times such as these, noticed the problems, and the result caused him to let out a quiet laugh. The other man had only ever slept with women, and women, due to that lack of a penis, would never pull the material so tight around the groin. Reid's erection strained against the material, pulling it tort and making it more difficult for Morgan to unfasten.
Morgan looked up at the laugh, a question clear on his face. Reid just waved his hand in the universal sign for 'it's not important', and gestured for Morgan to continue his previous activities.
The suit pants soon joined the shirt and vest, and Morgan aimed to do the same with the underwear, but was stopped by Reid.
"I feel naked, and you're still dressed. It's not fair," the profiler stated, his arms covering his body in an automatic, self-conscious gesture. However, the smirk on his face was anything but, "we need to remedy that, don't we?"
Before Morgan could formulate a reply, nimble fingers had unbuckled his belt and deftly removed it from the belt loops, and it joined the ever-growing pile on the floor. The same hands then worked their way inside the dark man's shirt, making him gasp when they ghosted over his back, and pulled the shirt over his head. Leaning in Morgan caught the other man's lips easily, and started a battle of tongues. At the same time he worked on his own jeans, wriggling out of them, at the same time moving so they lay properly on the bed, as opposed to sitting as they were before.
The larger man pinned Reid beneath him and continued their battle, each fighting for dominance. Morgan was pleased to see the confidence Reid now had- before there had been no battle, and the profiler had surrendered almost instantly. It was more fun like this. They continued for a while, neither letting the other take control, until Morgan ground his hips against the smaller man's. Reid let out a loud moan, and Morgan took that opportunity to take control, his tongue sweeping past the other man's and exploring the mouth he now claimed as his own.
Morgan pulled away and smirked as he saw the half-hearted glare Reid was throwing at him. "You cheated."
"I know I did pretty boy, and I also know you enjoyed it."
Reid, having no way to counter that argument, leant back in to recapture the agent's lips, aiming to continue their previous activities. He looked questioningly at Morgan, however, when the other man's hand intercepted his lips.
"Not that this isn't good and all, but I want to get onto the fun stuff."
Grabbing the profiler's arms Morgan pulled his wrists together and bound them with the tie that still lay next to the pillows. Looking the younger man in the eyes, he waited for some sign that this wasn't going too far, before continuing when he saw a spark of lust shining there. Tying the tie to the headboard, he quickly double-checked that the bindings weren't too tight around the younger man's wrists.
Reid watched with wide eyes as the older man once more moved down his body, a trail of heat and tingles erupting over his flesh as the man kissed his way down. When he reached the elastic of Reid's underwear, Morgan smirked. "Well well. Black underwear. You not feeling so innocent anymore?" he laughed.
Reid looked at the man indignantly, "of course I'm not Derek. You're the one who corrupted me."
Morgan laughed again. "I guess I did pretty boy, but do you regret it?"
Reid rolled his eyes. "You know my answer to that, idiot. Now will you hurry up?" His arms pulled uselessly from where they were tied. Morgan was an agent; he knew how to tie an unescapable knot.
Both men's underwear soon graced the top of the pile. Reaching over, Morgan grabbed the lube from where he'd placed it and carefully coated his fingers.
Inserting one finger he carefully watched Reid's face for any sign of discomfort, and when he found none he inserted another. The younger agent's breathing was coming in breathy pants as the fingers inside him scissored, stretching and stroking areas that usually weren't touched. His breath hitched slightly at the introduction of the third finger, before a moan, high pitched and loud, left his lips as his prostate was brushed.
Morgan paused his actions at this, and then moved his fingers back, using his middle finger to stroke the small bundle of nerves. He watched in fascination as the other man writhed beneath him, his arms attempting to stroke himself, despite the ties. Reid's member was most interesting to watch. Morgan had believed Reid was already as hard as he could be, but it seemed he was wrong. With each movement he made, the other man's cock twitched and a shiny bead of precum was already gathered at the tip.
"D-Derek. Stop." Reid struggled to get this out between his moans. "I'm gonna- if you don't stop now."
Morgan, getting the hint, stoped teasing the other man's prostate and, with a few last minute stretches, removed his fingers, ensuring there was a good layer of lube inside the other man. Leaving Reid to cool down, Morgan started to get himself ready. Already hard, Morgan was now even harder after watching Reid's display. Reaching over for the condom, he ripped open the packed and prepared himself. Coating himself in lube, he pumped himself a few times in preparation.
"Derek," Reid's arms still strained to touch himself- it was like an itch, and he desperately wanted to scratch it. "Please. Hurry up."
Guiding himself in, Morgan didn't wait this time for the other man's go ahead- it was clearly visible in his eyes. A low moan left his own mouth as he started to move, each thrust searching for Reid's sweet spot, and each one sending a wave of pleasure through Morgan.
Reid's spine arched with pleasure as a thrust found home. Each thrust after that hit the same spot and each one made the profiler see stars. His head was thrown back against the pillows and the sounds leaving his mouth brought Morgan closer to the edge every second.
Reaching out, Morgan did what Reid had been dying to do since he was bound. With each thrust Morgan pumped the man's member, his hand soon becoming slick with precum.
Soon the mixture of feelings, sensations and sounds were almost too much. Morgan's thrust became erratic and his hand no longer moved in time. Reid's eyes glazed over with pleasure, and his arms were strained uncomfortably as his spine arched further. But honestly the pain didn't matter; the pleasure swept through him, and he soon felt a tingle in his lower abdomen. Looking at Morgan, Reid could see the other man was also close, and from the looks of it was desperately trying to hold back, wanting Reid to feel as much pleasure as possible.
The feeling was intense and Reid felt his hips bucking, completely beyond his control. At the same time Morgan thrust in harder than before, as his legs tingled and the other man's walls constricted more than ever. Reid's toes curled as the simultaneous actions brought him to completion. His orgasm rocked him, his eyes rolled back and his arms strained as he tried to hold onto the feeling for as long as possible. His muscles contracted and loosened rapidly, as the feelings washed through him, and this tipped Morgan over the edge. He had been barely holding on, but this new sensation was all it took.
Both men rode out their orgasms, each one almost completely spent. Morgan carefully removed himself from Reid and walked shakily to the bin to dispose of the condom, and even that small action was almost too much. Moving over to the bed, he saw Reid has wriggle beneath the blankets, and so he went to join him, wrapping his arms around the younger man, enjoying the shared warmth.
"I love you, you know that?" the darker man mumbled against the profiler's neck.
Reid smiled gently at this. "I love you too. Always will."
Morgan smiled back, and pulled the other man closer to him, nuzzling into his pale chest.
Reid looked down at the other man, sad that he would have to disturb him; he looked so relaxed and peaceful.
"Uh, Derek?" He started. "Can you untie me? It's a little uncomfortable."
Morgan smirked. "What if I don't want to? Somehow, you look even more gorgeous bound to the bed like that."
Reid's expression became panicked. "Derek? Derek, please!" he begged.
Morgan laughed. "Relax, pretty boy, I was only joking." He pulled away from Reid for a moment, and reached up to untie his bonds before wrapping his arms around his young lover again. Reid flexed his wrists and his hands, wincing when he felt a slight pain and noticed the red marks.
"Spencer?" said Morgan, looking up again. "You okay?"
"I think I have fabric burn or something," Reid replied. "You didn't tie it too tight," he added, when Morgan opened his mouth to speak. "It was just the friction of my tie rubbing against my wrists."
"You sure?" said Morgan, and Reid nodded. "Well either way, I know how to make you feel better." He pulled both of Reid's wrists towards him and kissed the red marks softly and tenderly.
"You're right," Reid whispered. "That did make it feel better." Morgan smiled and snuggled further into Reid's chest. Reid himself began to yawn, stifling it with the back of his hand. "What time is it?" he asked.
"Uh… eight, or nine I think. Or maybe even ten, or eleven, I don't know," Morgan replied. "I have no idea how long we were… occupied."
"Couldn't you just look at the clock?" Reid laughed.
"I could," Morgan agreed, "but I'm really, really comfortable, and I can't be bothered moving."
"You know, we really should be hungry right now," Reid pointed out. "I mean, we haven't even had dinner yet. But I'm not hungry. I'm just really, really happy."
"And tired," Morgan added.
Reid nodded his head. "That, too," he agreed. He curled his body around Morgan's, their contours fitting together perfectly. "Let's sleep, then."
Morgan closed his eyes, letting his tiredness fill him. "Love you, pretty boy…" Morgan murmured, his words slurring together.
Reid closed his eyes as well, feeling nothing but tiredness and the warmth and love radiating from Morgan. "I love you too, Derek," he whispered, as the two men fell asleep in each other's arms.
A/N: And there you have it! Did you guys miss the Reid and Morgan sexy times? Cos I sure did! :P If you like that, you should see what's coming up... I'm thinking there's only a few chapters left in this fic guys, before I move on to the next one.
Note from Diamond Cobra: "Well that was fun to write =3. Eternal thinks I'm disturbed because I can just sit down and come up with something like that... You guys dont agree with her do you?" (I don't think you're disturbed because you can think of that, I think you're disturbed because of how easily and quickly you can think of something like that.)
Anyways, time to read and review, I really, really wanna know what you think. Please? It will make me love you guys even more! :3