Songs - Like A Virgin (LOL) ~ Madonna

Kiss Me Slowly ~ Parachute

Your Love ~ Keane

Whistle ~ Flo Rida

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They talked on the sofa until midnight and they would probably have gone on later if Morgan hadn't had a conversation-hindering attack of the yawns. They'd always been able to talk for hours. Reid was fairly quiet with most people but Morgan was so socially adept that he could make anybody comfortable talking to him. That was one of the things Reid really admired in him.

"You must be tired. Wanna go to bed now?" Reid asked after the sixth consecutive yawn.

Morgan nodded. "Yeah…sorry kid. We can't all be 28 years old." he smiled.

Reid flinched slightly. "I'm not a kid." He said after a few seconds of hesitation.

Morgan pretended to be shocked. "Oh yeah! Sorry, my bad."

"I'm serious."

Morgan tilted his head and smiled innocently. "What, d'you prefer Pretty Boy?"

"Well…I'd take it over 'kid'." Reid said, too embarrassed to admit how much he loved it when Morgan called him that. "I mean I understood why you called me that when I first joined the BAU since I was both young and inexperienced, but after all these years I think I've earned the right for you to see me as an equal."

"You think I don't already?" Morgan asked, bemused.

"Sometimes, yeah." Reid answered.

"Like when?" Morgan frowned.

"I don't know. Like…sometimes it still feels like you see me as your kid brother or something…who's always messing up and getting into trouble."

Morgan looked guilty. "Yeah I guess I always kinda thought of you as…it's just become a habit I guess. I never saw you as a screw-up though. I'm…sorry, if it seemed that way."

Reid already regretted biting his head off like that. He couldn't keep any kind of annoyed feeling when Morgan was looking at him like that. "It's okay, forget it. I probably just read too much into it. Like I always do." He gave him a smile to show all was forgiven, and anxiously changed the topic."Okay. Bed?"

"Right." Morgan said. "Is there a spare room or am I taking the couch?"

"Uhh…'fraid there's only one bedroom..." Reid said.

Morgan nodded. "Okay, that's fine. The couch'll be fine." He reassured Reid, who looked like he felt guilty about only having the couch for him. His words didn't seem to lighten Reid's expression.

"Right." Reid mumbled. "I'll go get pillows and stuff."

He wandered off to another room, and while he waited Morgan wandered into the kitchen and cleaned up the remains of their takeaway. He found himself picking up the chopsticks and smiling slightly as he remembered Reid taking them into his mouth.

He thought some more about Reid's mouth.

His perfect mouth.

About when they'd made out in the gym and how eagerly, almost hungrily Reid had welcomed Morgan's body with his tongue and his hands…

Could Reid really have been mistaken when he responded with such passion to that? Was it really just a psychological symptom of trauma? A one-off moment of attraction? Morgan didn't think so.

But it would certainly explain why Reid didn't seem to want to talk about it, even though it must have been at the forefront of his mind just like it was in Morgan's. Morgan hadn't wanted to bring it up himself, at least not on the first evening, in case Reid thought that the main reason he was there was because he wanted to have sex with him. If he thought there was a possibility that Morgan might leave or lose interest or get angry with him if he didn't want the same thing, Reid might feel pressured into doing something he didn't want to do just to make Morgan happy.

Reid came back into the room with a moth-eaten old duvet and pillow set in an unattractive yellow floral design which downright offended Morgan's gay. He dumped it on the sofa and gave him an apologetic look.

"It was the only spare. Sorry."

Morgan gave a big smile. "What are you apologising for? I've never seen such beautiful bedding in my life. I shall sleep like a king tonight. Thank you."

Reid smiled. "Okay. Well…goodnight."

Morgan smiled back, arranging pillows on the couch. "'Night pretty boy." He said warmly.

Reid turned to leave the room, but stopped. He stayed there motionless for a few seconds and then turned back, his heart pounding.

"You don't have to sleep on the sofa."

Morgan straightened up and turned around, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

He considered saying that he'd never dream of kicking Reid out of his own bed and that the sofa looked perfectly comfortable, but from the tone of his words and the painfully insecure look on his face Morgan already knew that a swap wasn't what Reid was suggesting.

Reid took Morgan's hesitation as his cue to abort mission.

"I mean…it's not like we haven't shared a bed before right? And if you're gonna be here for a while…the couch isn't exactly comfortable, and I'd hate for you to get…uh…back ache…or anything." He elaborated awkwardly, his cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment. "But uh if you'd rather not then forget it. I'm just saying…I…I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with you." He corrected himself hastily. "I mean…I could put up with it."

Morgan stared at him for a moment, then looked down to hide his smile. He knew laughing at Reid was the worst thing he could do right now, but he couldn't help it. Reid's awkward attempt at seduction had the same effect on him that pictures of ducklings or kittens have on other people.

"Why Dr Reid, are you asking me to come to bed with you?" he teased, placing a hand on his chest in pretend shock.

It broke the tension and allowed Reid to laugh at himself.

"Um…maybe. If you want." He replied with a small, self-conscious smile, unable to look at Morgan.

Morgan was silent for a few seconds. Then he dropped the pillow he was holding onto the couch.

"You sure 'bout that pretty boy?" he asked softly. Reid looked straight into his eyes and nodded slowly.

Morgan took a step forward, making Reid's pulse race with excitement.

"Would you mind saying it out loud for me?" Morgan asked, every muscle tensed with aching sexual need his willpower was fighting to rein in. "Just a few…little…words. Tell me…exactly what it is that you want us to do in that bed o' yours?"

Reid laughed and gave him a seductively playful smirk. "Can I use any words I want?" he teased.

"Any." Morgan answered impatiently. "As many as you like."

"Je veux baiser dehors vos cerveaux…" Reid grinned.

"English words." Morgan said with a tight smile.

"I said: I would like…" Reid said in a low, mocking tone and took a slow step towards him. "to enjoy a session, possibly multiple sessions in which the two participants, that is you and I, engage in activities such as sexual contact (details of the exact practices to be negotiated upon later depending on the tastes of each partner,) and/or sexual intercourse, with the aim of achieving mutual ejaculation and emotional bonding. Does this arrangement sound acceptable to you?" He licked his lips when he finished like he'd enjoyed the taste of the words in his mouth, and waited for Morgan's reaction.

Morgan was in heaven and hell at the same time.

"I feel like I'd need to go to law school to confidently answer that question." He said.

"Well that's fine by me, but we'd get to the sex part a lot quicker if you just agreed to my terms."

"Excellent point." Morgan smirked, his eyes falling to Reid's tempting shell-pink lips.

They moved almost simultaneously, their bodies snapping together like over-stretched elastic, so forcefully that the less heavy of the two men staggered slightly, almost bent backwards under Morgan's passionate kiss. One of Morgan's hands grabbed a fistful of the honey-brown curls at the back of Reid's head, the other hand curled against his warm cheek, guiding Reid's face into the position he wanted, tasting him at every possible angle.

Reid's hands didn't know where to go at first, but eventually curled tentatively around Morgan's thick forearms just below the elbow, and caressed them gently, first with his thumbs and then moving his whole hand up a few inches towards Morgan's wrists and then back down to his elbows, up and down in time to their kisses. He didn't know if that was right, affectionate gestures didn't really come naturally to him, but it was the only thing his testosterone clouded brain could think of to communicate the way he was feeling, the rush of love and happiness and an emotion he had only just discovered, and which he believed did not yet have a name, but which he could vaguely describe as an 'oh-dear-lord-I-want-to-stroke-you-and-kiss-you-al l-over-your-everywhere-all-at-once-but-I-can't-bec ause-I-don't-have-enough-tongues-or-hands-for-that -so-I'll-just-stroke-you-in-a-really-weird-random- place-and-hope-you-understand-the-sentiment' kind of feeling.

Reid ran out of air frustratingly quickly and had to tilt back his head slightly to separate his mouth from Morgan's and let out a gasp. The erotic sound took Morgan by surprise and a slight shudder coursed up through his broad shoulders and torso. He clutched the front of Reid's T-shirt in one hand. His next breath didn't quite come out as a moan but it was certainly entering grunting territory. His open lips still rested slightly below Reid's mouth to let him breathe for a few seconds. His breath was hot against Reid's chin and the hand which had been holding a chunk of his hair released it, gently combing through it with fingertips instead. After a suitable period of re-oxygenating Morgan lifted his head to claim back Reid's lips. Reid reciprocated, wrapping his arms around Morgan's neck. He felt Morgan's hand release his now-creased T-shirt and felt his palm skim down over his belly, his wrist twisting around near the bottom so his fingers pointed downwards, nudging their way into the waistband of his jeans. That scared him a little, instinctively. But Morgan was kissing him so gently and sweetly now, like he understood.

"Would it be…would you like it if I touched you here…d'you think?" Morgan broke the kiss to ask, their foreheads touching, eyes closed. As he asked the question he took his fingers out of Reid's pants and with one slightly curled index finger he lightly traced a line down the centre of his denim-clad crotch from its belt to the base of its zip.

"Mmm…maybe." Reid murmured.

"How about…" Morgan moved both hands slowly to hold Reid just below his hip-bones, so the pads of his fingers just teased the top of his ass, hugged so nicely by his jeans. "here?"

Reid chuckled and nuzzled Morgan's forehead. "I think…so. Maybe. No, probably."

Morgan squeezed his buttocks quite hard and ground Reid's stiff crotch into his own. Reid let out a soft hiss and bent one of his knees slightly against Morgan's.

"Yes." Reid said, voice slightly shakier than it had been before. "Definitely…" Morgan did it again. "…a yes."

Morgan released him and moved his hands up to Reid's chest, giving him a playful nudge backwards in the direction of his bedroom. "I think we should probably get you horizontal asap pretty boy. That pretty voice of yours is making my knees go weak." He teased.

Reid smirked back. "If that's what my voice can do with the word 'yes' I can't imagine what it would do to you if I really talked dirty."

"You should try it and see." Morgan pushed him another step towards the bedroom.

"You might not survive the experiment." Reid warned solemnly.

"Tell my family I loved them and I died a hero, a pioneer for scientific research." Morgan said, getting his face near to Reid's and giving him a look which said he was more than ready to begin the testing process.

Reid laughed and allowed himself to be swept backwards through his bedroom door.

Reid's bedroom was quite small, there was just about room for an unmade double bed, a small pine bedside table covered in glasses, mugs and books, and an open pine wardrobe, though Reid seemed to be keeping most of his clothes on the floor. It was pretty messy but the colour tone of the room was warm and inviting, coffee brown duvet, cream carpet, light peach colour wallpaper and dark burgundy curtains. Morgan wouldn't notice any of this until the morning though. Neither of them had wanted to stop kissing long enough to switch the light on, so the room was only lit by light from the next room.

Morgan continued herding Reid backwards with a predatory look in his eyes until the edge of the bed took Reid's knees out from under him and he fell back, looking up at Morgan with apprehension he was trying hard to disguise. Morgan couldn't help savouring the sight for a couple of seconds, Reid on the bed propped up on his elbows, legs apart ready for him, his erection visible through the constraints of denim, all of his attention focussed on Morgan.

Mine. He thought with satisfaction.

The excruciating nerves he'd been feeling faded a little. This was his domain, this was something he knew he was good at. Reid deserved the best, and Morgan was determined to give it to him.

He smiled and lifted one knee, then the other onto the bed either side of Reid's waist, straddling him. Reid shifted his weight onto one hand so the other could caress Morgan's thick, muscular thigh through his black jeans, while Morgan's lips took Reid's lips and then evaded them with a teasing smile when they tried to kiss him back. While he was distracted by this game Morgan's hands slid inside Reid's T-shirt. Reid sat up and hitched the hem of the T-shirt up to his nipples before reaching behind his head and pulling it off, letting it fall on the bed beside them. Morgan went straight for his chest, planting fevered kisses all over the pale skin. The fair hair on Reid's chest was so fine and downy it was nearly invisible. Reid caressed the back of his head gently with one hand, watching patiently with a smile as Morgan thoroughly acquainted himself with the new area of skin.

Morgan's kisses got lower and lower and the knot of nerves twanged in Reid's stomach. He felt Morgan draw back for a second, then he was amused and impressed to observe Morgan quickly and smoothly unbutton his pants using only his teeth. Morgan straightened up and gave him a smug look. Reid was so in awe of his talented lover that when Morgan stepped back off the bed to pull his jeans and socks off, Reid lifted his hips obediently without stopping to think about it. Suddenly he felt vulnerable and uncomfortably aware that Morgan was still fully dressed. He trusted Morgan more than anyone but he was still plagued by his high school memories of being tricked in a similar way before.

Morgan climbed back onto the bed, his pupils newly dilated with lust, and as he shifted forward on his knees Reid automatically lay back to accommodate him, hugging him with his knees. Morgan kissed him fiercely and lovingly, his hands stroking Reid's outer thighs up to squeeze his ass again. Feeling a hot jolt of arousal somewhere behind his genitals Reid laughed into the kiss nervously.

"What?" Morgan asked with a smile.

"Errm…nothing." Reid replied with a small shake of his head, feeling embarrassed. "Can I take your shirt off?"

Morgan hesitated, thinking of his scars.

Reid was surprised when Morgan didn't say yes straight away. He'd only asked for permission to distract Morgan from asking why he'd laughed. He hadn't realised he actually needed to ask permission. He'd kind of assumed that agreeing to sex meant agreeing to the other person undressing you. He felt a pang of fear; was Morgan about to say he didn't want to do this after all?

"Would it ah…would it bother you if I kept my shirt on? Just this once."

"Oh…uh…no it's fine." Reid smiled reassuringly, filled with relief (though in truth he had been looking forward to getting a good look at shirtless Derek). Reid looked at him with curiosity. Could it be that the great Derek Morgan was having an attack of low body image? Was that even possible with a perfect body like his? "It's understandable, I mean…" he gestured to his own bare torso. "anybody would feel a little inadequate next to these muscles, y'know?"

To Reid's relief his joke made Morgan laugh and got rid of the worried look on his face.

"So am I allowed to take these off?" Reid asked coyly, reaching down between them and tracing the edge of the square metal belt buckle on Morgan's pants with his fingertip. "I mean they're pretty nice and all, but they look a little…constricting. I could help with that. If you wanted." He said innocently, as if merely concerned for Morgan's comfort.

Morgan laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Ohh? Please do."

He straightened up and leant his hips forwards a little to give Reid better access. Reid sat up and with exaggerated care and attention, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Then Reid hesitated, unsure whether to pull them down or whether it would be easier for Morgan to do it himself. He looked up at Morgan for guidance. Morgan pushed him quite roughly onto his back again, then reached down and gently took Reid's wrist in his hand. With his other hand he pushed some of the material of his pants out of the way, then placed it on the bed next to Reid's shoulder to support himself while he slid Reid's hand inside his open pants to cup his stiff cock over his boxer-briefs, watching the genius's facial expressions the whole time to make sure he wasn't freaked out or anything.

Reid slid his hand further inside without Morgan's hand prompting him, and started to rub and massage him tentatively. Morgan let go of his wrist to allow him to do his own exploring. Reid could feel the warmth of him through the cotton and moved his fingers around curiously, feeling for his balls and his penis. It felt very big, like Reid had imagined it would be. The thought gave him a fluttery feeling of pride and excitement in his stomach, and it made his cheeks flush red again, though thankfully it was too dark for Morgan to notice. Reid's neck had started to ache from looking down at Morgan's crotch so he had to let it fall back and look up at Morgan's face, only inches away. Another nervous laugh escaped him.

"Why are you laughing?" Morgan asked, laughing at him in response. Unfortunately Morgan's laughter made his genitals twitch slightly in Reid's hand and that made his giggles even worse. He took his hand out of Morgan's pants and covered his mouth with his wrist, turning his head sideways. Morgan watched him, bemused, patiently waiting for him to get it out of his system.

"Finished?" he asked finally.

"Hm…yeah. Sorry." Reid whispered, fighting back a smile. He leaned forward and kissed the bulge of Morgan's penis, then looked up at him with an apologetic smile. Morgan was flabbergasted and couldn't speak at all for a few seconds, he was so turned on.

asdfghjklOh God…I think if he ever actually gave me head I'd probably have a heart attack.

He turned around to sit on the edge of the bed and tugged off his jeans and socks. Reid shuffled over to hug his arms gently around Morgan's neck and kiss it. Morgan stopped what he was doing to cuddle Reid's arms, finishing the removing clothes job with his toes (another thing he was very proficient at, Reid observed) and turning his head to kiss Reid over his shoulder. Reid tugged his arm to get him over to the middle of the bed and under the covers, pulling Morgan on top of him again. Seconds later Morgan felt Reid's hands trying to creep up underneath his shirt. He grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the pillows playfully and Reid laughed.

"Nuh uh. Not tonight pretty boy."

Reid gave an exaggerated pout. "Not fair." He muttered.

"I know." Morgan chuckled, placing a kiss on Reid's throat. Reid's eyes closed and he arched his upper body slightly, his neck following Morgan's mouth. "But I promise…" Morgan kissed the centre of his chest. "…I'll make up for it by being a very, very good boy."

Reid felt the tickly aroused sensation in his stomach again and had to stifle another burst of nervous laughter. He was about to ask what exactly being a good boy entailed, but Morgan's head had already retreated under the quilt and seconds later Reid felt the tickle of his breath on his stomach and his boxers were suddenly gone, and so he deduced that Morgan had been referring to oral sex.

Needless to say this occasion was much more enjoyable than the first time they'd done it, but that wasn't to say the experience was entirely stress free. The feeling of Morgan taking his penis into his mouth was somehow really really pleasurable, but really really uncomfortable, embarrassing and a most severe invasion of his personal space all at the same time. Like before, his first instinct was to flinch and pull away, but he felt that that would be rude, like spitting out food at a dinner party before you've really given it a chance. He closed his eyes and covered them with the backs of his hands, focusing on breathing and trying to get his tensed rigid body to relax. He could feel every slick movement of Morgan's tongue licking and nudging his shaft, the soft walls of his mouth and his lips enclosing the base, before he sucked his mouth back over the head, letting his lips rest against it for a second. That motion, and the subsequent repetitions of it did feel good. Really good, in terms of physical stimulation anyway, it was just that it also made him feel dirty in a bad way and a little sick on Morgan's behalf. Morgan took him into his mouth again while stroking up and down his thighs with his palms to help him relax. After around a minute Morgan took his mouth away and a couple of seconds later he reappeared on top of Reid.

"You're not likin' this at all are you?" he said.

Reid shook his head and gave an apologetic half-smile. He propped himself up on one elbow and pulled Morgan into a kiss to show he was grateful anyway.

"Plan B then?" Morgan suggested.

"What's plan B?" Reid asked. Morgan smirked and Reid sucked in his breath as he felt Morgan's hand on his saliva-slick shaft. "Oh…right." Morgan started to work him with both hands, and that he definitely liked. Especially since it meant Morgan's mouth was available to him for long lazy kisses with lots of tongue-exchanging involved.

Reid slid down Morgan's underwear so he could return the favour, and Morgan happily shifted a little to make room for his arm.

"Um just to check…am I…?" Reid asked breathlessly after a couple of minutes. "uh…you know. Doing it right?"

Morgan chuckled. "Yeah thank you baby, that feels just awesome. Keep doing what you're doing."

Reid felt strangely emotional when Morgan called him 'baby' for the first time. He hadn't spent much time thinking about the use of that pet name within relationships other than that it seemed vaguely unhealthy to infantilise a romantic partner, but he guessed a part of him had always thought it was kind of sweet. And that perhaps it might be nice to have somebody who called him 'babe' or 'baby' one day. And perhaps it might be even nicer if that person was Morgan, who seemed to be able to get away with clichéd pet names like 'pretty boy' and 'babygirl' and make it sound cool and sexy. But he'd barely even noticed the thought enter his brain because he genuinely hadn't expected that anybody would ever want him to be their baby. He'd never really thought of himself as the baby type. Or the relationship type come to think of it.

Bringing each other to orgasm took a lot longer than he'd expected and as Reid's occasional spikes of pleasure got closer and closer together his arm started to tire and ache, and the exertion and shared body heat were making him hot and sweaty. Sex was surprisingly hard work. Morgan felt his hand begin to slow down.

"Want me to take over?" he asked with a smile. Reid nodded and let his hand fall onto the bed gratefully.

Morgan moved a little so his cock aligned with Reid's and he could jack them both off with one hand. Reid was very quiet apart from a couple of times when he would tense and close his eyes for a second and then laugh, but he could tell from Reid's distracted movements and body language as well as his ragged breathing that his orgasm was pretty close. There was a lot of precum leaking from the tip of his cock; a couple of times Morgan wasn't entirely sure if he'd come already or not. It wasn't really surprising since he suspected Reid probably didn't dedicate much time to masturbating it out when he could be reading an interesting book.

Suddenly Reid arched up against him slightly, throwing his head back into the pillow with a groan, and Morgan felt a warm thread of semen spurt onto his forearm, and he thought Reid had come for real this time, but when he stopped Reid started begging him almost incoherently;

"DON'T…STOP, OH GOD… PLEASE-DON'T-STOP!" so Morgan complied, with some bemused enjoyment. Reid gripped the shoulders of his shirt and clamped his knees on either side of Morgan's body as if afraid he'd try to leave.

"UH, YESS GOD…more more more." Reid wrapped his arms around Morgan tightly and buried his face in his neck to stifle his delirious moans as another hot jet of semen filled the space between them.

Turned out he was quite vocal after all, Morgan thought, trying not to be pleased with himself as he milked him dry.

Reid let out one last long groan and then fell back onto the pillow, panting. While Reid slowly regained control of his nervous system Morgan continued to sort himself out discreetly under the sheets. Reid raised his head with difficulty.

"Want me to…?" he asked in dazed contentment.

"Nah you're okay pretty boy." Morgan smiled at him. After thinking for a moment he asked; "Wanna watch?"

"Yeah, okay." Reid said, the after-sex hormones making him less self-conscious than he normally would be. Morgan straightened up and spread his thighs to give him the best view.

It was the first time Reid had really looked at it. At any man's really, other than his own of course, (and he tended to avoid looking too hard even at that).

Watching another person masturbating felt very intrusive at first, but Morgan seemed to enjoy the idea of someone watching. And he did make for quite a compelling spectacle. His hand moved up and down his length in a rapid, familiar rhythm, his testicles getting lifted up a little on the upstroke.

For the first time Reid sort of got why people wanted to lick each other down there.

Morgan felt his orgasm come on a lot quicker than usual with the added excitement of Reid watching. When he judged there was only a minute or two more left in him he bent down again holding himself up with one arm. Reid made a small disappointed sound and Morgan looked up.

"What? You wanted to see me finish?" he grinned.

Reid smirked. "It's not about what I want. I just feel entitled. I mean you don't invite a guy over to watch a movie then not let him see how it ends."

Morgan laughed. "I can't guarantee you'll come out of it clean. I mean you're kind of in the splash zone there."

"I'll risk it." Reid said. There was no way he was going to miss watching Morgan have his first orgasm had in bed with him. Even if he hadn't exactly contributed a whole lot to producing it.

Morgan straightened up again and increased the pace. After a few seconds his eyes fluttered closed and he groaned sweetly. Reid felt his sated penis start to ache and throb again slightly in wistful empathy with Morgan's. Morgan let out a jagged, erratic breath, a look of bliss and careful restraint on his handsome face. Reid couldn't just sit back and watch anymore. He got up and knelt slightly to one side of Morgan, placed his hands on his face, and kissed him in a rough, dominating way which surprised both of them.

Morgan let out a sputtered, shaky breath and curled forwards, his forehead dropping onto Reid's shoulder as Reid's hand curled around his own and collected the last few emissions of his orgasm.

They stayed in that position for a few moments, Morgan panting and laughing euphorically, Reid looking at him like a proud parent and stroking his back with his fingertips. When Morgan came to his senses he stretched across to pick up a box of Kleenex from the bedside table. Reid looked at the sticky glue-coloured discharge coating his fingers with the fascination of a scientist studying an undiscovered species of insect.

He'd heard that it tasted of salt, and that it was a little bitter.

Morgan smiled when he saw Reid holding it up to the light. He took Reid's wrist in his hand and rubbed the tissue over his palm and fingers carefully. When he was done he threw the tissue into the bin on the other side of the room with perfect aim, and then planted a kiss on Reid's clean palm. Reid crossed his wrists around Morgan's neck and pulled him into another long, soft kiss.

Morgan smiled.

"You're good at that." He said softly.

He said it partly because he wanted Reid to feel good about his performance, but it was true. Once he'd got the hang of it Reid had proved an exceptional kisser, passionate but controlled and not too sloppy. Surprisingly aggressive. But always tender. And he had a cute habit of cupping your face when he did it like he was afraid he'd get sucked in or something.

"Am I?" Reid raised his eyebrows and smirked. He crawled under the quilt and leant back against the pillows with his hands behind his head. "Wonder what my other talents are…" he mused, holding up the quilt to invite Morgan to come under it. Morgan chuckled.

Morgan slid down next to him and lay on his side so he could lay his arm across Reid's chest and cuddle him. Reid shuffled closer to get comfy and yawned. Morgan watched him with a smile, and lightly scratched Reid's chest with his fingertips.

Reid smiled at him, feeling like a dork. "That was…"

"Yeah." Morgan smiled back. "Me too."

"I'm really glad you're here." Reid said.

"Me too." Morgan laughed.

"Sorry." Reid said looking away, annoyed with himself. "I'm trying not to be all sentimental," he confessed, "but it's really difficult. And in my defence, my brain is literally swimming in post-coital oxytocin and dopamine right now, so…I dunno. Just ignore me." This sentence was interrupted twice by two yawns.

"Well I don't know 'bout no dopamine or whatever…" Morgan grinned, and moved the fingers which had been scratching him down to play, feather-light, on Reid's nipple affectionately. "But I'm certainly feelin' pretty sentimental 'bout you too right now."

Reid smiled and tried to reply but whatever it was he had been about to say got smothered by another yawn.

Morgan laughed. "Wanna go to sleep?" he asked, changing the direction of his circling fingertip absentmindedly.

Reid frowned and shook his head, but seconds later his eyes started to close. Morgan smiled and stroked his hair before giving him a goodnight kiss and letting his hand rest on Reid's stomach.

"Hey who said you could stop?" Reid demanded sleepily and moved Morgan's hand back to his nipple. Morgan chuckled and resumed his nipple-fondling duties until they both fell asleep, warm and satisfied and smiling.

...

Jeez I'm really nervous. This is their first time and I hope I did it right y'know? I can't wait to hear what you think, was it sexy for you? Or was it too cute to be hot?

I know it was kinda tame...there will be plenty more don't worry! xD I just thought they'd both need to kind of take it slow, especially Reid. Also Morgan has been a naughty boy lately and he knows he has to get tested before they do anything involving swapping of bodily fluids to avoid putting him at risk. Safe sex kids! Very important.