Chapter 8: Yo-yo
The bedroom was nearly dark as they entered and Michael made no effort to turn the light on as he closed the door behind them. Reid quickly moved to lean against the door and Michael was just as quick to stand in front of him.
"Yeah… You're a boy and you are my friend."
Reid had to smile at that. His logic was sound. "Okay, but..." he began, "just so we're clear, we're not committed, right?" He wanted to hear Michael's answer so he knew that he understood.
"Not yet," Michael bit into his lower lip and then planted one on Reid before stepping over to his nightstand and taking off his shoes. "Not unless you want be." He turned on his iPod player and the music of Sigur Rós became relaxing background noise.
Reid's eyes found the window on the far wall and noticed that the daylight had faded considerably. And that's the precise moment that he started to hear the rain tapping and pinging against the glass.
Michael took a look outside too, noticing that Reid was distracted. "Looks like we made it inside just in time."
Reid tried his hardest not think of that rainstorm with Morgan, but it was far too late. He felt heavy with guilt and had a hard time forcing any words from his mouth to acknowledge that Michael had said anything to him, but finally, he managed a quiet, "Yeah." And though he found it difficult to look away from the window, he could hear Michael moving around, so he let that steal his attention and began to follow Michael with his eyes, trying to get back into their moment.
"I cannot believe you are here. It was tough being away, knowing… well… with Morgan. I knew something was happening, but I was powerless, you know?"
More guilt hit Reid and it felt a lot like butterflies in his stomach. "I'm really sorry about that," Reid tucked his hands into his pockets and tilted his head while shaking it slightly, ready to explain how he even made the mistake assuming who the roses were from. "I-"
Michael shook his head in fast response. "You're here with me now. That's all that matters." With that, he took Reid by the waist and pulled him closer until they bumped against one another. Reid took the hint and tipped Michael's chin up and then tilted his head down to kiss him. The two shared a deeply affectionate kiss, pressing their bodies as close together as possible.
A knock sounded at the door that startled them away from each other.
"If you guys get hungry, I made up two plates for you. They'll be in the fridge. Okay?" Maya yelled through the door.
"Ssshh," Michael whispered through a grin. "Maybe she'll go away."
Reid snickered, feeling like he was a kid playing hide and seek with a friend.
"Are you hungry?" Michael asked in a soft voice, wanting to be sure.
Reid shook his head pulled Michael close to him again. They restarted their kiss, holding each other's faces and breathing loudly through their noses, muffling each other's soft moans. The intensity was building.
Michael backed away to pull his shirt off and tossed it aside. Next he unzipped his pants and kicked off his shoes. Reid just stood there, watching. It didn't kick in for another second or two that he should be undressing as well. Getting nervous, he swallowed and then took a deep, quiet breath, hoping it would release some tension that was building in his chest. He cleared his throat and pulled off his sweater vest, puffing his hair. Michael then moved back into Reid's personal space to begin to untie his tie. "Did you bring-"
"Yes," Reid quickly whispered, cutting him off.
Michael was pleased. "You anticipated being with me, Dr. Reid?"
Reid's eyes shot off to the side and then upward. "It… may have crossed my mind," he teased as his eyes found Michael's again. He cleared his throat again as Michael pulled his tie off and opened his shirt, exposing Reid's bare chest. He wasn't wearing a tank top this evening and Michael's immediate touch sent chills down his spine and managed to make him start sweating. His belly sucked inward as he fought for a full breath, reacting to Michael. Reid was so attracted to him that he could barely stand it. "Say it again…" Reid remained straight faced, so eager to hear those words once more.
He untucked Reid's shirt and began tugging on his belt to remove it. "You anticipated being with me… Dr. Reid?" he repeated, pulling the belt from the loops.
Reid mouthed the word 'yes' as his eyes closed, feeling Michael's hands at the button of his slacks. Next his zipper was being pulled down. He felt absolutely drunk with desire for Michael. He let it consume him and a short moan escaped his mouth just before he licked his lips. Michael tucked his hand into Reid's slacks and Reid couldn't help but gasp. They pressed their bodies together again, breathing heavily as their hands began to roam.
Reid's hands found their way to Michael's athletic ass and he took hold, offering a firm squeeze. What Reid didn't expect was how much Michael's body felt like Morgan's at that very moment. His mind flashed back to his and Morgan's lovemaking the night before causing him to suddenly pull back with a frown on his face.
"What's the matter?" Michael asked.
"Nothing, I'm sorry," Reid tried to smile. "I'm- I'm …nervous, I guess."
Michael smiled and pulled him close again. Reid initiated another kiss, desperate to stop thinking about Morgan. I want this, he told himself. He could feel Michael's hard cock pressing up against his upper thigh, close to his hip and he suddenly felt an enormous wave of arousal that flushed him with heat. He could feel Michael licking at his neck and he hadn't noticed it until this moment, but he was squeezing the hell out of Michael's arm. He let go and slipped his long fingers into Michael's hair as he worked his way to the other side of Reid's neck.
Michael's mouth began to travel downward to his chest and Reid relaxed his head back. He knew he would be inside of Michael's mouth soon and just the thought was beginning to make him dizzy with want. He could feel the cool trails of wetness that Michael's tongue left as it glossed a path toward his stomach. "Lay down…" Michael whispered.
Reid turned his back to the window and sat down on the bed. He watched Michael's silhouette turn on a lamp and soft yellow light lit up the room. He remembered seeing a fence outside. There'd be no prying eyes to see them through the raised blinds so he didn't let that worry him and he kept his eyes on Michael. In fact, in this light, even trying to look away from Michael would have been impossible. Reid couldn't take his eyes off of him. Michael was still wearing a pair of sporty briefs and his hair was a sexy mess. Reid thought his body was perfect and beautiful. He took off his shirt and remained seated on the bed with his raging hard on still hiding beneath his slacks.
"You do not listen very well, Dr. Reid," Michael said as he stood in front of him. Reid looked up at him and tucked his lips into mouth as he reached for Michael. He gently placed his fingers inside the waistband of Michael's underwear to pull them down. With what he saw, Reid's cock jerked and he closed his eyes for a second at the sensations that jolted his groin. Michael's dick was long and not circumcised with a healthy girth. Even Michael's larger than average set of balls were a sight to see. He was hairless too. Completely. His skin looked so smooth that Reid couldn't help but want it under his fingertips. He timidly placed his hand around Michael's hard shaft and squeezed. When his hand began slowly tugging, Michael leaned down to kiss him.
When Michael stood up straight again, Reid leaned forward and downward to kiss his lips against Michael's manhood. He pulled back to look at his hand wrapped around the hard muscle and then he moved in to kiss it again, letting his tongue slip out between his lips. Reid could hear him sigh in pleasure and no wonder... Michael's veins were throbbing; Reid could feel it under his grip. He touched his tongue to the tip and tasted Michael. He was more than ready to take Michael into his mouth.
"Lay down," Michael repeated. Reid sat up straight and then slowly lay down across the bed. Michael pulled Reid's pants down, helping remove them completely, and then he grasped onto Reid, making him groan. Next, Michael slowly climbed onto the bed and hovered over Reid until he dropped his lower half down. Reid moaned as Michael began to gently grind against him. The two began kissing again and Reid began to get anxious. He began trying to get his underwear off. Michael lifted and gave Reid the room and soon enough they were both naked on the bed.
After more slow, but feverish grinding, Michael kissed and licked Reid all down his torso and then kneeled off to the side of him. Reid gulped and waited…
Michael rubbed Reid's dick against his mouth and on his face before touching his tongue to it. "Fuck, yes," he mumbled to himself, excited to pleasure Reid. He rooted his face around Reid's balls and licked at them. "Mmmmm," Michael groaned, enjoying himself. Reid smiled and ran his hands through Michael's hair. Then Reid suddenly felt wet heat envelope him and he gasped, his breath getting caught in his throat. After only a few passes, Michael deep throated him causing Reid to throw his head back onto the mattress. He moaned so loudly and immediately began pumping his pelvis upward.
Michael took Reid's movement with no struggle. He was happy to let Reid fuck his face. Reid kept looking at him, seeing Michael's mouth full of his cock. Every time his eyes took in the sight, it seemed to bring him closer and closer to orgasm. And quickly. His groans kept getting louder and more intense as Michael masterfully gave him head. With each pump, Reid could feel his load reaching the surface. Reid grunted and gritted his teeth as he began to squirm under Michael. "Oh, Jesus," he moaned. His squirming intensified as Michael inserted a finger into Reid's ass, wiggling it around, and that's when he lost it. Each flex of his cock splattered warm semen against Michael's throat and onto the back of his tongue and Michael swallowed with obvious pleasure. "Fuck!" Reid cried out. He twitched and moaned, finally calming down enough to relax. "Oh, my God…" Reid whispered as Michael gently sucked him clean. "I'm sorry," Reid said breathlessly, "I should have warned you."
Michael just smiled and moved in, hovering over Reid again. "It was no surprise," he confessed. "You taste," he kissed Reid softly, "so good."
As Michael gazed down on him, Reid's eyes shifted and his lips pursed. It dawned on him suddenly what Morgan had done last night. Reid came in his mouth and Morgan had swallowed. Morgan had never, ever done that before… Reid had to look away from Michael as he was reminded just how much last night meant to Morgan.
Michael leaned down and kissed Reid again and Reid kissed him back aggressively, wrapping one arm around his back. Reid couldn't believe how much Morgan was on his mind and he wanted it to stop. He and Michael rolled on the mattress as they kissed and Reid soon found himself on top of Michael. He raised Michael's arms above his head and held them down. "I want you so bad," Reid told him and then kissed him passionately. After breaking away from the kiss, Reid reached with his free hand down to their centers and finally cupped Michael's balls messaging them in his hand, watching Michael's face the entire time. Then he began to lick his way down Michael's chest and stomach to his center. He was excited he was to give Michael head. He wet his lips and then, as he held Michael in his hand, he went down on him, stretching his mouth wide wanting to fit him inside effortlessly. Michael fought for a deep breath as Reid began to work his magic.
Reid moved with ease as he sucked Michael's dick. He used his hand, forming a ring around Michael's muscle and moved it in unison with his mouth. He took enjoyment in tonguing Michael's foreskin. He also took enjoyment in letting his saliva get thick, making his job noisy. Michael's abdominal muscles flexed as he lifted his head to watch Reid. He was in pure awe. He watched Reid's free hand come up to squeeze his chest and he moaned again, throwing his head back as Reid's mouth found his balls.
Reid gently sucked one into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue. He moaned and then did the same with the other side. He motioned Michael to roll over and Michael did so with no objections. Michael offered himself to Reid, propping himself on his knees with his ass in the air. Reid got off the bed and put his hands on Michael's cheeks. His erection poked and bumped against the back of Michael's thighs. Reid spit in his hand and tugged on himself as he looked at Michael's ass. It was flawless.
He worked up more saliva in his mouth and then from several inches above, he aimed his spit at Michael's asshole, letting it fall freely from his puckered lips. He watched the saliva slowly make a glistening trail down Michael's scrotum and onto his balls. He worked up more saliva and then squeezed Michael's ass cheeks just before he bent down.
Reid made a wet pass over Michael's hole, making Michael moan with delight. He pulled Michael's dick toward him and took it into his mouth again making Michael groan hungrily. Reid moved back up to Michael's ass and began eating him out while he milked Michael's cock. Michael panted into the pillow he was clutching onto. He could feel Reid's tongue penetrating him and he couldn't wait for Reid to fuck him.
Reid eased a finger into Michael and gently began moving it in a back and forth motion, making Michael breathe even harder. Then Reid spit onto his finger and pushed it forward, knuckle deep. Michael grunted and then begged for two fingers. Reid smirked and pulled his hand away, kneeling down to tongue Michael's ass some more. As soon as he could, he spat a thick load of saliva down and followed it with two fingers. The moan that left Michael's throat reminded Reid of how he sounded when Morgan entered him last night. He closed his eyes and moaned, unintentionally reliving that moment as his fingers loosened Michael up.
After another few minutes, he looked toward the nightstand and saw the lubricant in plain sight. He gently removed his fingers and moved to grab it. Michael peeked over his shoulder and watched Reid popping the lid open, testing its ease of use with one hand. "Are you ready?" Reid whispered. He closed the lid and rested the lube on the bed.
Michael just growled and laughed into his pillow. Reid laughed with him as he reached into his pants for his condom. He opened the package let the wrapper fall from his hands, breathing deeply, knowing he was about fuck Michael. So much had been leading up to this very moment.
When he reached down to put the condom on, he had an unwelcomed surprise. "Oh, no," he mumbled under his breath. He wasn't hard anymore. His dick was still swollen, but it was nothing he could work with in the slightest. He tugged on it a couple times, but it actually got smaller as he did. Reid could not have been more embarrassed. He grimaced at Michael and decided to confess. "I, uhh… I lost my erection."
Michael slowly turned around and saw the dejected look on Reid's face.
"I don't understand… I'm good for at least one or two more…" Reid fumbled for the right words, any words. He was just lost. "I'm so sorry."
Michael held out his hand and gave Reid a fake smile. "Come here, Spencer." Reid knelt with one knee down onto the mattress and Michael began scooting to the other side of the bed. He pulled the bedding back and Reid slipped in and pulled the blankets up over his body. Michael got underneath of the covers as well and he and Reid stared at each other until Michael leaned into to kiss him. It felt like a goodnight kiss.
So, it's over? That fast? "Um… you wanna fuck me?" Reid suddenly asked, ready to roll over and face his back to Michael.
"Shhhh," Michael cooed. "You're not ready and it's okay."
"I'm ready," Reid raised his voice. "Why do you think I'm here?"
"You're not ready," Michael tapped his finger to Reid's head.
Reid blinked several times and sighed, resting his hand against his forehead. He turned his apologetic eyes to Michael again and rolled to face him, feeling bad that Michael hadn't had an opportunity to climax yet. He moved his hand beneath the sheets and found Michael's stomach. Just another couple of inches down and his hand bumped into Michael's dick. He wrapped his hand around it and began to apply pressure variously as he gently pulled on it. Michael sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes, reeling with the renewed pleasure Reid's hand brought to him. He moaned softly and opened his eyes, focusing on Reid's face. Reid felt desperate to please Michael and hoped he was doing an adequate job.
Michael was in heaven, visually, mentally, physically… Reid watched his face as he felt Michael begin to pump with the rhythm of his hand. Pre-cum worked its way to the head and wet Reid's hand. "Oh, my God, Spencer," he moaned, still staring into Reid's eyes. Michael quickly pulled the bedding back after breaking out into a sweat. Reid glanced at the cock in his hand and felt a tingle in his stomach. He leaned over to kiss Michael and they breathed in each other's hot breath and moaned against one another mouths. After just another moment, Michael sounded off and Reid felt ejaculate spatter his arm, shoulder and hair. They continued kissing with spurts of soft laughter between them as Michael rolled them over and ground against Reid as they kissed, forcing the last few drops of semen from his member.
They lay there, not moving for a few minutes. Michael listened to Reid's thumping heart and Reid rested his lips on Michael's head as he played with his hair. Then Reid reached over, turned the lamp off and re-secured his embrace around Michael. The music had stopped on its own and all was quiet.
"I won't be here in the morning," Michael whispered. "I start graveyard tonight."
Reid barely registered what he said. He was almost asleep. "Okay," Reid whispered back after a long pause.
"Maya will wake you before she has to leave."
Another long and sleepy pause… "Okay," Reid replied.
"Are you still coming over tomorrow night?"
Reid smacked his lips and cleared his throat softly. "Movie night with you?" An opportunity to redeem myself? "I wouldn't miss it."
Michael smiled and kissed Reid's chest before he moved off of him and onto his side of the bed. Once he felt Michael turn on his side facing the window, Reid immediately spooned him, kissing Michael's neck and shoulder before he rested his head.
It was 4am. Reid had been awake for an hour and alone in Michael's bed.
Reid was alone in Michael's bed and he couldn't stop thinking about Morgan. "What am I doing?" he groaned into the pillow before rolling over to stare at the ceiling some more, so tired.
He got up to get his phone from his pants on the floor and quickly got back into bed and into the warm spot he had left. He immediately found Morgan's number in his contacts.
Morgan answered much too fast, obviously not asleep himself.
"Hi," Reid said timidly.
The two didn't say another word to each other for nearly thirty seconds.
"Reid, what are you doing?"
Reid gulped and squeezed the sheet in his hand. He curled onto his side and switched the phone to his open ear. "I just wanted to hear your voice."
"Then talk to me so I'll have something to say to you."
"Please don't be mad at me," Reid pleaded.
"Reid, you tell me you don't know what you want. Then you tell me you want what I want. Then you go run off with prince charming. When you make up your mind, then you call me."
"Morgan, I'm-"
"Bye, Reid," Morgan insisted.
"Morgan-" Reid tried again just as Morgan hung up the line. "Damn it," he breathed and then grunted into the pillow.
The dryer tumbling a load of laundry in the hallway outside Michael's bedroom door finally woke Reid up. Clank after thud after clank and all the droning… it was a wonder he didn't wake up sooner. He opened one eye to look around and then he rolled over with just a thin sheet covering his lower half. A huge yawn escaped him as he rubbed his eyes. Once he saw movement outside, he stared out the window at the large squirrel on the fencing, chewing away at something in its paws.
Reid was so relaxed that he began to drift off again, but when he heard knocking at the door, he flinched awake. "Spencer, hon?" said the gentle voice on the other side.
"Yeah," Reid answered. "Come in." He began the slow struggle to sit up, already regretting not sleeping in his own bed. His joints were very sore. But it only took a second to forget all that. When he saw Maya's face, he was enamored all over again. What a sight she was to see first thing in the morning.
"Hey, do you want some pancakes? Sausage and bacon? I have orange juice too." She did a great job at looking him in the eye until she noticed the tent formed within the sheet covering his crotch. "Oh!" She turned slightly away and giggled. "Sweetheart, you are killing me."
"Oh, my God," Reid panicked and grabbed a pillow, quickly smothering his lap with it.
"It's almost time to eat," she winked and quietly exited.
"Jiminy Christmas," he sighed as he let himself fall back onto the mattress. He had to piss. His boner had nothing to do with her, of course, but he was still thoroughly embarrassed.
After another minute, Reid put his clothes on and loosely made Michael's bed. He found a note for him on Michael's nightstand. It read:
My Dearest Dr. Reid,
I am sorry to leave you in the middle of the night, but duty calls. I cannot wait see you again.
Michael
PS: Maya will take good care of you.
"I'm sure she will," he mumbled with a slight smirk. His smirk turned into a smile and he bit into his lower lip as he used the same pen left by the piece of paper to scribble: I can't wait either. See you tonight. –Dr. Reid
He slowly opened the door and then moved into the bathroom. He could tell Maya had been in there. It was humid from a recent shower and smelled of perfume. He used the toilet, washed his face and rinsed his mouth with some mouthwash. Then he smelled his armpits to make sure he didn't stink.
When he opened the door to step out into the hallway, he and Maya startled each other. She happened to be passing by, holding a full basket of clothing and almost lost her balance, beginning to tilt backwards, but Reid quickly placed his hand on her back. "Whoa," he said.
"Oh, my gosh, thank you," she smiled. "Now come and eat."
He followed her to the living room where she placed the basket down near the couch. Reid turned his head as she bent over. "It smells really good," he said as he ran the back of his fingers against the stubble at his jaw line with his eyes toward the kitchen.
"Breakfast is my specialty." She watched with raised eyebrows as Reid stood there. "Go on! Dig in!" She shooed him toward the counter where his plate was waiting. He smiled wide, feeling her good energy and looking forward to some food. He sat down on the stool and started buttering his pancakes while she set the syrup down beside his plate. He glanced up at her and they smiled at each other as she eagerly waited to see what he thought. He made sure the syrup puddled under the sausage and bacon and moved them around in it with his fork. Then he took his first bite of the pancakes.
Maya loved the look on his face. "Good?"
Reid's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he chewed. "Mmph," he groaned and stabbed one of the homemade sausage links with his fork and took a bite. "Oh, man," he said with a full mouth. He picked up a piece of the thick, peppered bacon and took a bite. The syrup dripped from his lips back down onto his plate. Maya was quiet, but so excited at his reaction. "Everything is so good. This might be the best tasting pancakes, sausage and bacon that I've ever had..." He took a large drink of the orange juice and then let out a big sigh. Then he got right back to it.
"So, Michael says you're an FBI agent. You don't really look like the law enforcement type. How do you like it?"
"I can't imagine not doing what I do." Reid tried to keep his answer short since he was eating.
"That's great. It's hard for some of us to find the right fit." She pecked at her own plate of food.
"It definitely is. What do you do? Michael hasn't told me anything about you."
"I work at a day care center part time and I bartend five nights a week."
"Oh, you must like kids." Reid flashed her a closed mouth smile as he chewed.
"I do. I love watching them learn. Even if it's just colors and shapes, that moment when they 'get it' is really priceless."
Reid smiled as he thought of his godson, Henry. "And you and Michael live here together?"
"Yes," she replied. "It saves money …and we've never been apart," she smiled nervously, seeming a little embarrassed. "Do you think that's unhealthy?"
Reid stopped eating to look at her. "No..." he shook his head a little, but wondered why she would ask and it kept him from responding in further detail. Maybe she thought he didn't understand the bond between twins. Feeling like he needed to change the subject, Reid asked, "So… what do you do for fun?"
She didn't answer and he looked up from his food again. Reid watched her as expression interestingly changed. There was something smoldering beneath her surface and Reid could see it very clearly in her eyes. His body immediately responded and he lost all innocent train of thought. Wow, he thought, this woman is intense.
"Hey, can I tell you something?"
Her tone snapped him back into reality and Reid took note of how quickly she was able to switch gears. "Yeah," he assured her after he finished off his orange juice.
"I knew the moment Michael met you."
Reid's brow lifted and he stopped all movement, eager to listen. "What do you mean?"
"I felt it. I was helping McKayla get her shoe back on and suddenly, this overwhelming sensation filled my chest and I had to sit down. I knew it was Michael. I was smiling and so happy the rest of the day. When he got home, I had to ask him what happened to him that day and he told me about meeting you."
Reid's heart warmed and he tried to hold in a shy smile. "That's really fascinating," he said as he tried to keep his reaction in check.
"He adores you so much."
Reid grinned again. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know if this was even a 'Michael approved' conversation. "I really enjoy his company. He's a good person."
"Is that all?"
"He's cute, he's funny… I don't know!"
"Come on, Spencer. Say it." Her voice suddenly took on a playful, sultry tone. "He's sexy and you cannot wait to tap dat ass."
Reid giggled like a school girl. "What? How do you know I didn't do that last night?" He quickly regretted letting that question slip from his lips, shaking his head and waving his hands in front of him. "Wait," he chuckled, "Don't answer that!" He was afraid she somehow experienced his and Michael's night telepathically and that she knew everything. "I don't want to know."
She laughed with him and had to cover her mouth so she wouldn't spit out her food. "Trust me, you don't!" she confirmed.
They calmed down and talked for another fifteen minutes about various things. Reid mentioned his mom and spoke about Henry while Maya gave a very quick rundown of what it was like to grow up with Michael and then she spoke about a couple of the kids at daycare. Her bartending didn't come up, but Reid assumed her tips were outrageous.
Maya was the first to notice the time. "I hate to kick you out, but I have some errands to run."
"No problem. Thanks for breakfast."
"Maybe I'll be cooking for you again in the morning."
Reid fished for his car keys as he stood up. He frog faced and nodded, "That's definitely a possibility."
He headed to the door and she followed. "So we'll see you tonight around 7?"
"I told Michael I wouldn't miss it," he said and then tucked his lips into his mouth. As he stood near the door, Maya motioned to open it, but as she leaned forward, she kissed Reid on the cheek. Her lips lingered as she cupped the other side of his face with her hand.
Reid was only a little surprised that happened, but it still made his heart skip a beat. He shyly smiled at her as she leaned against the door edge, holding it open. "Bye, handsome."
As he walked outside, he got himself to start breathing again. Once inside his car, he started it and finally let out a nervous laugh. "She wants me…" he chuckled, bewildered. "Michael wants me, Morgan wants me…" He carefully backed his vehicle out into the street. "Maya…" he whispered as he began driving. "Michael… Morgan… What am I going do?"
He turned left at the first stop sign and headed straight for Morgan's.
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