Hello readers! Hope you had a lovely Christmas and a happy new year. You can consider this ginormous chapter as your belated present from me :) In which Morgan and Reid make up and attempt sexy times but are thwarted frustratingly for dramatic effect and because I am a cruel author.
Standing at his front door Reid felt so nervous, he spent ages looking for his keys with his free hand before realising they were clenched in his other hand. He slid it jerkily into the lock, and walked into the hall. He took off his jacket and shoes, dumped his bag and went through to the living room.
To his surprise the curtains were drawn and the lights were off. He thought Morgan must be gone.
Then he switched the light on, and nearly had a heart-attack.
In his house, completely naked apart from a pair of marigold gloves and a frilly pink apron which had 'HORNY HOUSEWIFE' written across the front of it, was Derek Morgan, leaning back against the kitchen counter in a sexy pose. On the dinner table were two tall candles, a vase of roses, and two empty plates with knives and forks either side.
"I've been waiting for you to come home for hours baby." Morgan said with a pretend pout.
Reid nearly died from the laughter which burst out of him at that moment. He laughed so long and hard that his stomach ached and he thought he might collapse.
"WHAT...'VE YOU...DONE YOU...SILLY IDIOT." He wheezed through giggles when he was capable of speech.
Morgan stayed in character. "I'm gonna cook you dinner." He grinned, walking seductively up to Reid and grabbing him around the waist for a kiss. "After this morning I decided to embrace my role as supportive housewife and cook my man some dinner." He turned Reid around with his hands. "Aaand...y'know, massage his neck...mop his troubled brow after his long, hard day at work." He passed a hand across Reid's forehead and started rubbing his shoulders.
Reid still couldn't stop giggling. "Oh my god, I think Ineed a picture of this, just to prove to myself that it actually happened."
Morgan laughed. "If you'd like to come this way sir..." he took Reid's hand and led him to the table, pulling his chair out for him so he could watch him make the dinner. On the way back to the kitchen he dimmed the lights and pressed play on Reid's iPod deck, to play some music from the playlist he'd made. Then he lit the candles and opened the wine.
"Wow. You've got everything covered." Reid chuckled, impressed, and still unable to get his head around the downright surreal route the day had taken.
"Not everything." Morgan grinned, turning to face the stove so Reid could see his ass through the gap in his apron.
Reid put his face in his hands and laughed. "For god's sake who are you and what have you done with Morgan?"
Morgan smiled pushing some pre-chopped onions into a pan. "Hey why don't you drop the last name thing already and call me Derek? We're probably not gonna be at work again for a long while, so..."
"Okay, Derek."
"Okay Spencer."
He looked over his shoulder and they smiled.
"So, how was your day?" Morgan asked.
"Mmm, alright I guess. How about yours?"
They chatted comfortably while Morgan cooked. Well as comfortably as they could when Reid was putting a huge amount of effort into not getting aroused at the sight of his lover's ass so boldly on display. He was completely overwhelmed by it and as the wine buzzed through his system and his inhibitions fell away he got hornier and hornier. In a matter of minutes his erection was wedged painfully against the table edge, he wanted Morgan so bad he knew he wouldn't be able to appreciate the food until this frustration was released. The conversation dwindled after a while, as Reid couldn't keep his mind on anything except his desire to grab Morgan's ass.
Morgan was reading the measurements on the side of the rice packet when he felt Reid press up behind him, hugging him tight around his waist and kissing his neck feverishly. He smiled, then reached behind and slapped Reid's butt lightly.
"Hey! You wouldn't be trying to skip dinner and go straight to dessert now would you pretty boy?" he asked, laughing. "You gotta eat your vegetables."
Reid let out a noise that could only be described as a whine, and let his forehead rest against the top of Morgan's back. Looking down, he gave into the temptation to touch Morgan's ass, tentative and shy at first, but kneading and squeezing with his whole hands as he grew in confidence.
Morgan closed his eyes and put the rice down, he felt Reid's thumbs brush across the dimples in his back briefly before returning their attention to the insistent worshipping of his buttocks.
Morgan looked over his shoulder. Reid looked up and instinctively knew Morgan wanted him to kiss him, which he did, at the same time hooking one arm over Morgan's opposite shoulder to rest across his chest. As they kissed Reid ran his fingers clumsily up and down the taut tendons in Morgan's neck.
Morgan turned back and thought about the steps he had ticked off, and came to the conclusion that there was nothing that would suffer too badly if he reheated them later. He turned off the gas, turned to face Reid with a smirk and pulled off his plastic gloves and apron, dropping them to the floor. Reid gave an audibly sharp intake of breath and stared, his mouth dropping just a little open, his eyes scanning every inch of this body and committing it to memory. It was hands-down the best use yet he'd found for his eidetic memory; why bother reciting Pi to 10,000 digits when you could mentally photograph the naked body of Derek Morgan with near perfect accuracy?
"I prefer dessert anyway." Morgan said, still smirking.
Reid smiled and went to kiss him but Morgan grinned and pushed him back gently with a flicking motion of his fingers on his chest. He continued crowding Reid backwards until his upper thighs bumped against the table. Morgan blew the candles out again, then in a fast but careful motion he pushed the plates and table decorations down the other end, hooked his hands under Reid's legs to lift him up and sat him on the edge.
Reid wrapped his arms and legs around him eagerly pulling his mouth to his, feeling and stroking his fingers along the sensitive ridges of his scarred torso. Morgan's mouth was hot and fast and wet over his lips and his tongue lapped at every inch of his mouth, a different angle every second until his mouth couldn't keep up. He tried to push his own tongue into Morgan's mouth but Morgan was too quick and greedy to let him. Morgan grabbed the bottom of Reid's T-shirt and almost tore it off him. Reid could feel his passion and dominance through every touch like static, more than he ever had before. He suddenly realised how much Morgan had been reining himself in before.
He didn't even mind it anymore, it thrilled him and gave him pleasure that Morgan was able to get that way about him. More than ever he felt the urge to please him, give him anything he wanted. He was so painfully hard and he could feel himself leaking into his underwear, and reached to unzip his jeans. Morgan grabbed his wrists.
"Nuh uh." He said with a predatory grin. "You don't get to touch that pretty boy. That belongs to me."
Reid blushed. "I wasn't...it's too tight."
"Oh." Morgan chuckled. "I see. We'll have to find a way to resolve that then won't we...?"
Reid nodded and shifted to spread his legs. He lifted his hips, allowing Morgan to tug his pants off, along with his socks and underwear. It was a nice feeling to be free of his constricting jeans, his penis standing straight up, an erotic sensation of cold at the tip, where the air met the fast-gathering beads of pearly pre-ejaculate.
Then Morgan put his hands and one knee on the table and sprang up onto it, as lightly and agilely as a cat, the muscles rippling under his honeyed-brown skin. Reid fell back onto his elbows, awaiting instruction, his knees drawn up slightly to make room for Morgan to come between. He looked up at Morgan's face because it felt impolite to look at what he desired to look at the most.
Morgan got him to back up slightly and lay down on his back, then wrapped his warm, slightly onion-scented fingers around Reid's cock.
"Can I blow you?" he asked.
He spoke softly but the intense look in his eyes belied Morgan's attempt at nonchalance.
Reid nodded breathlessly.
He reached up to put his palms flat on Morgan's muscular back as he bent at the waist to kiss him intensely, his fingers stroking up Reid's ribcage, brushing his palms across his nipples and making the young man twitch slightly underneath him. Getting side-tracked by this reaction Morgan dropped a kiss on the centre of Reid's chest, before brushing his lips sideways across the skin to latch at his left nipple. This made Reid twitch again and let out a strange giggle. Morgan chuckled and sucked harder, stimulating the erogenous zone with his tongue and touching the other nipple with his fingers. Reid shuddered, arching his back a little on the hard wooden surface so Morgan felt the soft head of Reid's cock brush his belly. Morgan brought his hand down to give his penis a few strokes. Reid turned his head to the side and laughed again, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. He let out a jagged breath and cleared his throat.
"Sorry." He said softly, smiling self-consciously at the ceiling. "I'm not laughing at you...I'm just..."
Morgan kissed his throat. "It's okay...your reactions, they..." He stopped, shook his head and smiled, tender and hungry. "Are you ready?"
Reid had no clue what 'ready' was meant to feel like but he knew damn well he wasn't it.
"Yeah."
Morgan's head disappeared from his field of vision, Reid propped himself up on his elbows and brought his knees up further. Morgan held his gaze as he lowered his mouth over the head and ran his tongue kind of around the sides. His breath was hot. In one swallowing motion he took Reid's entire length down his throat. Reid was amazed.
The sensation of engulfment was strange and wonderful, he could feel the ridges on the sides of Morgan's throat, his lips tight and wet around the base of his length, his lower lip touching the top of his scrotum.
As long as Reid didn't think too hard about what they were doing he didn't feel as sick as the last time they'd tried it. And since Morgan had already seen his genitals and had not shown any hint of surprise or disgust he felt pretty confident that, as he had thought but wasn't entirely certain about, he was adequately formed. And there didn't seem much difference in length between them either, he had been pleased to note, though Morgan's was slightly thicker and curved back towards his body slightly. Morgan's testicles were larger than his, but that didn't worry him as much.
Once Morgan really got going Reid quickly realised how much more skilled he was at giving oral sex than himself. He was much faster and he worked his mouth up and down more regularly so that the stimulation was constant, much quicker to build up that pleasurable, urgent itch in his stomach. He didn't feel Morgan's teeth at all, which made him wonder if he should have covered his own better.
Just when he had got used to what Morgan was doing and managed to control the upward gradient of pleasure, the other man started fondling his balls with his thumbs and fingers, and though he'd read stuff, nothing could have prepared him for how weirdly good that felt.
Morgan was doing the job a little too well.
He started squirming in an effort to delay the orgasm that was crashing towards him like a train approaching a platform.
"Slow down." He panted, placing a hand on Morgan's shoulder to push him away. Morgan lifted his head, wiping the saliva from around his mouth with the heel of his hand.
"Already?" he said. He sounded surprised.
Reid's stomach clenched and he felt a rush of heat rise to the surface of his cheeks as he got the horrible feeling he'd embarrassed himself once again.
"Sorry," he said quietly. "I'm not really used to it."
Morgan shook his head, "No it's fine. There're a few other things I wanna try anyway, is that ok?"
Reid nodded.
Morgan lowered his mouth again, but this time to Reid's balls. He lifted them up with his hand and licked them several times, before taking one in his mouth and sucking on it, then the other.
Feeling slightly horrified, Reid succumbed to his default reaction: covering his face.
He was about to tell Morgan he wasn't sure about this one, but Morgan seemed to have read it in his body language, and moved to kissing and licking his perineum, which was slightly easier to handle. Morgan pushed Reid's thighs away, tilting his hips up to get better access. Reid lifted his legs and let his heels rest on Morgan's back. As soon as he did this Morgan started licking at his anus, swirling and probing inside with his tongue while touching his penis with his hand.
"Morgan...?" he said, putting his feet back on the table. Morgan stopped.
"Not into it?"
"Umm...I like how...I kind of like the feeling but...um, I think...maybe...could you use your hands?" he eventually managed to stammer out.
"Sure." Morgan said gently. But he didn't do that. He moved up the table, laid on his side next to Reid and kissed him instead, slow and sweet. There was none of the devouring passion in him from before, he was back in the 'looking after' mindset.
Reid felt bad. He wished they could have a sexual relationship where Morgan didn't have to think about his feelings the whole time instead of his own. It must be so frustrating for him.
"I'm sorry." He said again, touching Morgan's cheek softly. Morgan leaned into his hand like a cat.
"What for?"
"For being so crap at this." Reid said sadly.
Morgan chuckled. "You're not crap. I've had many who were far, far worse, who'd been at this a lot longer than you've been. You pick everything up really quick."
"But we're on a kitchen table." Reid said.
"Huh?" Morgan frowned.
"We were so fired up we couldn't even make it to the bedroom. It was spontaneous and exciting and I ruined that. This isn't how kitchen table sex is supposed to be is it?"
"Well I'm not sure there are rules about it," Morgan smiled. "but I take your point. Maybe we're not at the kitchen-table stage yet. Maybe this was just a little too ambitious for us right now." He shrugged. "But we'll get there. And until then, how about we finish this in bed?"
Reid smiled and nodded. They both sat up and climbed off the table.
"To be honest that was one goddamnuncomfortable place to fuck anyway." Morgan admitted, wincing as he straightened his legs. "I think it broke my knees."
"I have a splinter." Reid confessed, laughing and rubbing his back.
"Where?" Morgan asked.
Reid pointed to the top of his right buttock, where a small black dot was embedded under the skin. Morgan crouched down, held Reid's ass, put his mouth over the speck and sucked hard, tasting the warm, metallic tang of Reid's blood on his tongue, until he felt it come out in his mouth. He took it out of his mouth with his finger and showed it to Reid.
"My hero." Reid said drily.
"I feel like keeping it as a souvenir." Morgan said with a grin, picking up his boxer-briefs from the floor. Reid did the same, relieved to have the chance to cover himself up.
He laughed as he put his underwear on. "A souvenir of the worst, most uncomfortable sex we've had so far?"
"No." Morgan smiled, put his arm around his shoulders and kissed him. "Just of you."
Reid hugged him back, looking into his eyes with a smile, scared to express the feelings of warmth and love building up inside him.
"And a reminder to never have sex on wooden furniture ever again." Morgan grinned. Reid laughed.
"Agreed." he nodded. They kissed. "So...you wanna...?" Reid jerked his head in the direction of the bedroom. "...try again?" he asked.
"I do." Morgan said, his expression thoughtful. "But I think we should discuss it first over dinner."
Reid looked quizzical.
"Like...I don't know what you are and aren't comfortable with, what freaks you out, like the stuff I was doing before. And you don't really know either, it's like the blind leading the blind. Spontaneity is all well and good but if we plan it ahead, for now anyway, you can relax more, cause you'll know what's coming. You heard of a Want-Will-Won't list?"
Reid shook his head.
"It's where you write down what you really like or want to try, positions, role play, locations, what you wouldn't mind doing if I wanted to, and what you'd really prefer we didn't do. It's not fixed, you can change it as we go along." He bent down and got the scotch he'd bought out of the cupboard, then held up the bottle with a grin. "Except to make it more fun, I propose we make our lists in the form of a drinking game."
"Okay...what are the rules?" Reid asked cautiously.
"Kinkiest wins." Morgan smirked. "We take it in turns to suggest something, the other writes it in their column of choice, want, will or won't. If it goes in the won't column you have a choice, you can either take a shot, or you can lose an item of clothing. First to be naked loses."
Reid folded his arms and narrowed his eyes. "I feel like this game is slanted in your favour."
Morgan smirked again. "When it comes to getting you naked baby, am I really gonna play fair?"
Reid raised his eyebrows.
"Okay okay. To even the playing field I will start with two less items of clothing than you. Happy?"
Reid considered for a moment, then nodded. "Game on."
"Okay! Now you gonna help a brother cook dinner or what?"
"I thought this was meant to be a romantic surprise for me!" Reid said, with mock-indignation.
"Yeah it was but you've forgiven me now so..." Morgan teased, slapping Reid's ass. "Get an apron pretty boy."
With both of them cooking the meal was soon ready; ginger and lime glazed salmon with jasmine rice, broccoli and asparagus. Still just in their underwear they put the plates and decorations back where they had started the evening and sat down to eat. Reid's stomach suddenly remembered he hadn't eaten all day and he practically snatched his plate out of Morgan's hand. Having lived almost entirely on ready meals for the duration of his time in the apartment it tasted heavenly, there was no sauce but it didn't taste plain, the fish was cooked perfectly. Morgan was obviously a very good cook when he wanted to be.
"This is...*inaudible adjective*" Reid said with his mouth full. He kept making expressions of bliss and appreciative noises which amused Morgan no end.
"That fish is making you moan more than I was." He teased with a smirk. "I'm getting jealous over here."
Reid laughed. He would've normally felt embarrassment at the teasing but he was enjoying himself too much, and he was quite tipsy from the wine.
"It makes me angry that you can cook." Reid said, pointing a swaying finger at him. "I mean...Jesus Christ it's just...not fair on men that you exist. Is there anything you're not good at?" he complained.
Morgan thought. And thought.
"Oh my god." Reid laughed again.
"You'd think there'd be something..." Morgan frowned and smiled at the same time, trying to think of something he really failed hard at.
"Don't strain yourself." Reid grinned, patting his arm. "Maybe you just haven't found it yet."
Morgan smiled and took his hand.
"Or maybe you're a super-human android sent back in time from the future to kill us all." Reid suggested.
"You're confusing real life with Star-trek again baby." Morgan laughed.
Reid blushed and looked at his plate, for a minute there he'd thought Morgan somehow knew about his shower fantasy. Morgan noticed this.
"What?" he asked through a mouthful of rice.
"Ah...nothing." Reid said, putting his knife and fork together on the plate. Morgan finished at the same time. "So... how about this drinking game?"
Morgan got the scotch and found some old shot glasses of Gideon's son's, while Reid cleared the plates. Then they both went into the bedroom to put the maximum amount of clothes on, 6 items for Reid (jeans, underwear, 2 socks, t-shirt, sweater) and 4 for Morgan (tracksuit bottoms, no underwear, a shirt, hoodie, and a watch.) and sat down cross-legged on the floor either side of the coffee table with a sheet of paper each.
"So..." Morgan said, unscrewing the lid. "Who's asking first?"
"Um, you can." Reid said, drawing his want, will, won't columns.
"Okay...I'll start with a nice one, kissing."
Reid smiled and wrote it into the 'want' column.
"Um..." Reid blushed and looked down. "...anal sex."
"Giving or taking?" Morgan asked with a smirk.
"Giving."
"Want." He said, writing in his own 'want' column. "Okay my turn...fisting. As in being fisted."
Reid winced, but wrote it in his 'will' column. "I guess I'd try it. Why, do you want to?"
"Do I want to fist you? Is that your question?"
"Yeah."
"No probably not, unless you wanted to try it." He wrote it in 'will'. "Man we're not gonna get very drunk if this carries on."
"Do you like it?"
"Being fisted?"
"Yeah."
"Well...yeah, can't say I've done it a lot cause guys don't often want to put their hand in there but it does the job when they do. Prefer a good old-fashioned fuck though." He grinned. "And that's two questions in a row so now I get to ask you two."
"Hit me." Reid smiled. Morgan leaned across and whispered in his ear. "What does that mean?" Morgan grinned and told him. "Eurgggh." Reid looked horrified. "Why would anybody do that to a guy when he's on a toilet!"
"I'm guessing that's a firm 'won't' then." Morgan chuckled.
"Have you ever done that?" Reid asked, his eyes wide.
Morgan burst out laughing. "No I haven't. And don't intend to either. Now either drink or lose the pants pretty boy." He poured Reid a shot.
Reid took it and grimaced. He coughed several times before croaking, "Next?"
"Strip show." Morgan smirked, sitting back and folding his arms.
Reid groaned. "Oh my...can you imagine me trying to do that? I sometimes fall over taking my pants off even when I'm not trying to dance at the same time."
Morgan chuckled. "Well, practise makes perfect. It's a win-win for me anyway, 'cause either you sex the pants off me or I get to laugh my ass off at you falling over."
Reid covered his face with his hands.
"Will." He said finally. "But my god would I make you earn it."
"I'll have to keep that in mind." Morgan teased. "Your turn."
"Bondage." Reid said, the shot having given him more courage than he normally would have.
Morgan raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Weheeey now we're talkin'. Want."
"Really?" Reid pressed his closed index finger to his slightly parted lips. "Like, being tied up or tying me up?"
"Either way."
"Wow."
"Same question."
Reid hesitated.
"If you say want or will doesn't mean we have to do it." Morgan reassured him.
"Then I think...want. I'd like to try that...maybe."
Morgan's face lit up as if they'd discovered a TV show or book they both liked. "Alright then...wow, I'm impressed pretty boy. You're naughtier than I expected. Maybe we can take advantage of our easy access to handcuffs one day." He smirked.
Reid felt hot all over thinking about that. "Okay. Watersports." He challenged.
Morgan laughed. "Ooh good one. Actually...if it was you...yeah I think I would." He wrote it in the will column. "Okay this is clearly too easy. Let's raise the stakes. If it goes in the will column, one shot or one item of clothing, if it goes in the won't column two shots or two items."
"Okay that means you owe a shot." Reid said, taking the bottle and pouring him a shot, his motor skills hindered a little so it sloshed over the side a bit. Morgan chucked it down like water.
"Same question." Morgan said, slamming his shot glass on the coffee table dramatically.
Reid shook his head. "I don't think I could find that sexy in any way, shape or form. Sorry."
Morgan smirked. "So shots or clothes, which is it to be?"
"Shots." Reid said. Morgan filled his glass and Reid drank. "Ugh it feels like swallowing acid." He complained.
"Well if you don't like it you can always take your clothes off instead." Morgan winked lecherously.
Reid glared. "Shot." He said.
"Spoil-sport." Morgan pouted. Reid drank, and after another period of coughing in which he turned extremely pink, Morgan said, "Scat."
"I hate you." Reid scrunched his face up. "You know full well if I can't handle watersports there is no way I would be able to do that."
Morgan smirked. "Don't worry. Not in any way a request, I just wanna get you naked."
Reid started feeling very dazed and sluggish after he'd downed the next two, swaying slightly where he sat. His brain felt totally disconnected from his limbs.
"I think..." he gave a small burp/hiccup, "I'm already the drunkest I've ever been in my life."
"Oh no, what a shame. You'll have to start taking clothes off." Morgan grinned.
"Dirty talk." Reid laughed slightly slurring his words.
Morgan chuckled. "Want. Sploshing?"
Reid looked suspicious, "What's that?"
"Where you cover each other in food, whipped cream, chocolate, whatever. And then you eat it it off each other." Morgan explained.
"Oh..." Reid said raising his eyebrows. "That sounds...actually pretty fun. Want. Wow, I seriously like...actually want to try that. Can we do that?"
Morgan grinned. "Yeah, sure. I've never done it either. Done body-shots though."
"What are they?"
"It's best done in clubs on a night out but here, I'll show you." He laid down on his back holding the bottle, and poured a little into his belly-button. "Now you get to lick it out." He grinned.
Reid crawled over, fighting a fit of hysterical giggles, lowered his head and lapped the scotch out of Morgan's belly button.
"Fuck that tickles." Morgan got the giggles too, and as his belly moved the alcohol spilt out of his navel. He managed to stop giggling by tensing his stomach muscles and looked ready to explode as Reid licked it all off. "You look like a cat." Morgan croaked, and they both collapsed into laughter. Every time one of them got exhausted the other would start again and set him off. Finally they stopped with aching stomachs, Morgan took a swig of scotch and they cuddled on the floor for a bit.
"Your turn to ask." Morgan reminded him with a nudge. "Don't fall asleep."
"Ok...umm...blooowjobs." Reid said, very drunk.
"Bloooowjobs?" Morgan laughed.
"Mhmm." Reid nodded, smiling with his eyes closed, trying not to start giggling again.
"Want." Morgan admitted, he couldn't be bothered to write it down. "Both ways, me on you, you on me."
Reid nodded.
"How 'bout you?"
"At the moment, will." Reid replied, reaching for the bottle.
Morgan smirked. "Ah-ah, I think you've had more than enough. Don't want you being ill in the morning. Strip."
Reid turned his head towards him, "Why don't you do it for me?" he asked flirtatiously, raising his foot towards Morgan's face and then laughing.
"Oh how you tease me." Morgan shook his head, then tried to pull Reid's sock off with his teeth. It didn't work so well and they both ended up giggling all over again. After Morgan's second try he managed to get it off, spitting the sock onto the carpet.
"Threesome." Reid said.
"Ermm. I would, I guess, only if you wanted it though, I'm not that bothered. Will."
He reached to take a shot.
"Hey!" Reid protested. "If I can't drink anymore neither can you."
Morgan took his watch off and dangled it teasingly. "Oh I feel so naked!" he said in a high pitched voice, dropping it next to the sock.
Reid got a mischievous look in his eyes. "Voyeurism. You watching me with someone else."
"No." Morgan said straight away, shedding his hoodie and taking his shirt off. "Absolutely not young man. And by the way that is quite clearly playing dirty."
"I thought you liked it when I got dirty." Reid grinned innocently.
Morgan laughed. "I do. Can't deny it. Ok, same question then."
Reid glared at him, took off his other sock and his sweater.
"Hey I'm playing with one item of clothing here. There's no room for sentiment." Morgan shrugged.
Reid perked up. "Really? You mean you've got nothing on under...?" he pointed at Morgan's tracksuit bottoms, too drunk to be subtle.
"Not a stitch. Pure commando all the way." Morgan smirked.
Reid scrambled into sitting position. "Ah...um...sex toys."
"Want." He grinned.
Reid, momentarily distracted from his goal to vanquish Morgan's pants, raised his eyebrows.
"Really? Do you...have any?"
Morgan smiled. "Maybe. Why you wanna take 'em out for a spin?"
Reid considered this. "Do you have them with you?" he asked.
"No, unfortunately I only have one and it's back in Quantico. It seemed a little presumptuous to bring it with me." Morgan laughed.
Reid nodded thoughtfully.
"Soo my turn. Sex in public places." Morgan asked, convinced that he'd got Reid's T-shirt and pants with that question.
"Want." Reid replied without thinking.
Morgan's jaw dropped. "Seriously? You'd be willing to...in public?...I mean...you actually want to do that?"
Reid shrugged with a self-conscious smile. "Well...depends where of course but...as long as we were careful not to get caught...yeah. Might be...hot I guess. Exciting."
"Fuuck me." Morgan said, mind blown. He sat there for a couple of seconds processing this.
Reid giggled tipsily. "Can I just say...I'm picturing you with like...a string of cartoon drool coming out of your mouth. Like when Scooby-Doo sees a hamburger or something."
"I used to love Scooby-Doo." Morgan smiled. "Fuck it, still do, won't deny it. I mean they're pretty much doing what we do right? Driving around solving mysteries, catching criminals..."
"And we woulda gotten away with it if it weren't for those meddling kids!" Reid grinned. "Yeah me too...I always liked Fred the best. I guess now I know why." He laughed.
Morgan raised his eyebrows, "You had a boy-crush on Fred?"
Reid cringed and nodded. "In hindsight, yeah. But also, Velma got all the credit for being the brains of the group, but he was nearly always the one who came up with those really complicated plots to catch the unsub, and it wasn't his fault that they always went wrong. He was so down on his luck."
Morgan ruffled his hair. "Aww, so cute. Is he your type then? Blonde and blue-eyed?"
Reid snuggled up to his warm chest. "Nah. I prefer my men in three dimensions."
Morgan smiled. "Good."
Reid smiled back, then sat up again, a naughty glint in his eye. "Sounding."
Morgan winced, glared, and climbed unsteadily to his feet. Reid was much more knowledgeable about sex than he'd anticipated.
"Won't." he said finally and turned his head away dramatically, "Do what you must pretty boy." He said, moving his feet apart slightly.
Reid stood up with a smile that was half smug and half shy. He stood in front of Morgan and put his hands on the other agent's hips.
Morgan pulled him into a kiss. "I let you win." He whispered.
Reid snorted. "Yeah yeah keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better."
Morgan pouted, but it quickly became a smirk.
"So are you gonna take your victor's spoils or what?"
Reid cocked his head to one side with a smile. "I think I'll allow you the modesty of being undressed in my bedroom."
"Oh how kind of you." Morgan smirked harder and kissed him again.
Reid took Morgan's hand and led him into the bedroom. He suddenly became nervous, sensing that as he had 'won' Morgan he was meant to take the lead. On top of that he was hyper-aware that he had ended their table session before achieving the orgasm he had been painfully close to. That frustration clouded his mind so completely that he couldn't think about practicalities, he could only think about coming.
Morgan cuddled him from behind. Reid wrapped his arms over Morgan's.
"What now pretty-boy?"
Reid laughed awkwardly. "I don't...ah...I'm not really sure."
Morgan kissed his ear lightly, warm breath tickling the inside.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked, his voice flirty but slightly hesitant.
Reid turned to look at him and nodded.
"Well, I gotta admit, I've been dying to know what you were thinking about this morning." Morgan said, unusually sheepish.
Reid laughed nervously and shook his head, tucking his chin onto his chest.
"I'm sorry. I can't..." It was at times like this that he desperately missed his old hair which provided a valuable barrier.
But it was nice to know that though Reid had interpreted Morgan's response as mocking and contemptuous, he had actually just been feeling curious and probably a little left out. Reid saw now that it was slightly mean of him, almost a rejection, to have got himself off when Morgan was in the next room and had volunteered his services just before. He frantically tried to come up with a plausible fake and less humiliatingly nerdy fantasy, and failed.
Morgan chuckled, "Aw c'mon, I promise I won't laugh."
"You would definitely laugh. I would."
"Baby this is literally killing me. Give me a hint."
"No hints. Nothing." Reid shook his head. "You can't break me, so don't even try."
"Challenge accepted." Morgan smirked before catapulting them both onto the bed, pushing Reid's clothing away and tickling his bare skin until he shrieked with laughter, thrashing and begging for mercy. Morgan turned him onto his front so he could pin down Reid's flailing limbs with his bodyweight and continued to tickle him whilst yelling "TELL ME."
He did it with such ease that Reid felt a little ashamed of his weakness, but it was also quite erotic when Morgan used his abundance of physical power to dominate him. He continued to wriggle, but the attempt to escape was just for show. Even though the torturous tickling was uncomfortable, the rampant stimulation combined with the feeling of helplessness was intriguingly enjoyable, and he felt his penis swell with increased blood flow. This was embarrassing but he couldn't stop squirming away from the areas Morgan was stimulating, and every time he moved his crotch rubbed against the sheets. He was glad Morgan couldn't see. He wondered which would come first, if he would spill out his humiliating secret or, equally humiliating, spill out in his pants.
He couldn't help liking the feeling of his crotch getting ground into the bed, and secretly getting off on something relatively innocent without Morgan realising. He started humping the mattress discreetly, gritting his teeth to keep himself from moaning. He was so out of breath and that relentless tickling...
To his alarm Morgan suddenly tried to turn him over again to get at his belly, there was no chance of getting his erection to go down in time so in a split second decision he decided to confess.
"Star Trek!" he yelled, panting. "It was Star Trek okay? You were Captain Kirk and I was Mr Spock."
Morgan stopped what he was doing. Reid craned his neck but couldn't see his face. He heard Morgan breathing.
"Star Trek?" he repeated.
"Yes."
"Isn't Spock...the pointy-eared alien guy?"
"He's a Vulcan yes. Now get off of me, I have to go to the bathroom." Reid said, as authoritatively as he could, planning to cool himself off in private.
Morgan moved obediently, Reid rearranged his clothes and hair, huffed at him, and turned for the bathroom all without showing his front.
He felt Morgan's hand grab his wrist and he was so wound up that it made him jump. He was about to ask what he wanted when Morgan yanked him onto his back on the bed. Reid struggled to sit up and hide his (now leaking) erection but Morgan straddled him across the legs and pushed him back down.
"Don't go beaming up on me now Mr Spock." He said in an amused tone. "Did you think you were fooling me with that performance back there, pretending you weren't enjoying it?"
Double humiliation. Reid let his head fall back, defeated.
"Aw baby when're you gonna learn that things like this don't matter?" Morgan said kindly and slightly exasperated. "Why would you hide that from me?" he cocked his head and then licked the crotch of the young man's pants. Reid blushed.
"I...I guess it still bothers me...how...I can't control it...like you can. It's...frustrating." Reid said quietly between catching his breath.
"You weren't the only one having fun with that." Morgan smiled, kissing him on the forehead. "To be honest I completely forgot why I was even doing it long before you told me." He whispered into Reid's hair.
Reid lifted his head off the bed to kiss him.
Morgan sat back on his heels, pulling Reid up with him. As they made out Reid shifted onto Morgan's lap and grabbed at the honeyed skin on Morgan's back, pushing it up with his palms and clawing it back down with his fingertips.
"I wanna touch you." Reid breathed against Morgan's mouth.
Morgan nodded and got up onto his knees. Reid did the same, kneeling just to the side of Morgan and wrapped one arm around his broad shoulders for balance.
Morgan felt Reid's hand slip inside his pants, exploring and fondling in his childlike fascinated way, smiling but not looking Morgan in the eye.
"Mm. You weren't lying about the Commando thing were you?" Reid murmured in approval, kissing Morgan's cheek.
Morgan grinned and shook his head. He pushed his pants down to his knees so Reid could see his cock.
Reid swallowed, still holding Morgan's length in his fingers.
"You have a really nice penis." Reid said, almost to himself. Morgan laughed.
"Boy you are drunk."
Suddenly Reid ducked his head, closed his eyes and popped the head of Morgan's cock between his lips, one hand on the bed to balance in the awkward position, the other hand still around Morgan's neck, though it could only just reach. Morgan watched in hazy bliss as Reid's mouth made love to his hard cock. On a primal level the sight of his pretty-boy meekly taking it in the mouth gave him as much pleasure as physical feeling being suckled, especially knowing what it took for Reid to do something so intimate and unhygienic.
It killed him a bit that although he would willingly give Reid nonstop blowjobs for a day, the closed-off young genius wouldn't get this level of pleasure from it.
Morgan's broad, sculpted chest pumped in an out rapidly as he got hot and his muscles weakened and spasmed, his breaths were more like gasps after a few minutes.
"Oh baby you're getting too good at this." He laughed breathlessly.
He wanted so bad to let Reid finish him off like this but he knew this was only on Reid's 'will list' and he wanted to do some new things with him. He placed a hand on Reid's shoulder and pushed gently.
Reid looked up.
"Hey now...I don't wanna finish before the fun's started." He smiled. "Hold on just one sec."
Reid watched from the bed, bemused as Morgan walked into the bathroom stark naked without a second thought and started opening drawers.
"You lookin' at my ass?" he called, a grin in his voice.
"Yep." Reid replied.
"Good." Morgan nodded. "Where did I put-ah."
He came strolling out of the bathroom, cock almost flat against his belly, holding a purple plastic bottle.
"What's that?" Reid asked.
"Your new best friend." Morgan smirked. He tossed it to Reid, who failed to catch it and picked it up off the bed to look at it. "At least if you're still sure about going all the way."
"Now!?" Reid asked, taken aback. "I thought you said-"
"I said we should take our time yeah, but there's no reason we can't do some other things of that nature in the mean-time. Up for it?"
Reid thought for a moment. "Can we do it under the covers?" he asked, slightly nervous.
"Sure." Morgan smiled, getting back on the bed next to Reid. "But I'm afraid I'm gonna have to confiscate your clothes. Potential safety hazard."
Reid raised one eyebrow. "What's that, kinky TSA officer?"
Morgan laughed, "That's right baby boy. And this is gonna be the most enjoyable cavity search of your life."
"Mm, sexy." Reid said, sarcastic but smiling as he allowed Morgan to take his T-shirt off. Morgan dropped it on the bed and kissed him. Reid cupped a hand around his neck and shifted backwards, Morgan crawling, until they reached the top of the quilt and slid under it so they were lying on their sides face to face.
"Hey, speaking of safety..." Reid said hesitantly. "We haven't...used anything. I assumed you knew you were clean if you didn't suggest it but that was kinda stupid cause you might've forgotten."
Morgan smiled. "Don't worry. I'd never put you at risk. I've always got some though, if it would make you feel better? Just it gets in the way sometimes..."
Reid looked relieved. "Yeah, no sure. It's fine." He babbled.
Morgan smiled and kissed the young genius tenderly, then tenderness melted into lust and he held Reid's head in his hands, lifting it to press their lips together. This close Morgan caught the scent of sweat from under Reid's arms, and probably his own, and the sweet liquor on Reid's breath. Reid curled his up-facing arm under Morgan's and gripped his shoulder fiercely to crush their bodies together.
Morgan was so horny he thought he might die, and if that was how he was feeling then no wonder Reid was practically delirious, moaning at every kiss and touch, wrapping his spindly legs around one of Morgan's and squeezing it tight between his thighs, his hips giving almost imperceptible jerks now and then like he really wanted to just let go and fuck his leg.
Morgan slipped a hand under the cover to undo Reid's pants and tug them down over his ass, slightly clumsily since he couldn't see what he was doing and he could only spare one hand. Reid let Morgan's leg go and wriggled out of his pants and boxer-briefs. Morgan's hands went immediately to his butt, spreading his fingers out across each cheek and grabbing a handful of each, his fingers digging in too hard. Reid let out a small squeak and then laughed.
"Turn over." Morgan murmured, giving his shoulder a gentle push. Reid turned onto his other side so his back was to Morgan. "And tuck your knees up to your chest. But make sure you're comfortable and relaxed."
Reid wriggled around a little, then nodded, breathing quickly in anticipation.
Morgan squeezed a big blob of lube on his hand and rubbed his hands together to warm it up. Then he reached over Reid and curled his fingers around his dick. Reid shuddered and laughed, it was obviously still cold.
He chuckled, breath tickling Reid's upper arm. "Sorry, it'll warm up soon."
He started to jerk Reid off. Reid closed his eyes and curled in on himself a little. Once Reid was nicely...warmed up, Morgan took another blob, covered his whole hand in it, reached down under the covers and between Reid's buttocks with his fingers to play with his asshole. He felt Reid get very still.
For the first time, feeling Morgan's slick fingers circling his anus it was occurring to Reid how strange this situation was that he'd just walked into. In no other area of life did people touch him in such an intimate place, the place he'd tried not to think about for most of his life because of the undignified and unpleasant function it served. Butt-holes were not mentioned in polite conversation. Nobody ever owned up to having one even though on an intellectual level everyone knew everyone had one.
And now this gorgeous man had his fingers poised at the entrance to it, to him. Wanted to touch it and rub his fingers around it. It was much realer than he'd imagined it to be. Very much too real. There was no ritual or ceremony, no magical way of opening it, it was still his butt-hole and only brute force, slippery fingers could let Morgan use it for what they intended. It was very poorly designed in his opinion, and he was panicking a little. The overriding feeling was of vulnerability. Morgan could badly hurt him if he wanted to, or use their position to humiliate him. He realised how unrealistic his expectations of anal sex had been, that they could just do it with no practice.
Morgan felt his anxiety and kissed the crook of his shoulder.
"It'll be fine, I'll just put one finger inside, the lube will make it easy. It won't hurt at all with just one, but you have to stay relaxed for me."
Reid nodded. "Just do it." He said tightly.
Morgan propped himself up with one elbow, then inserted his index finger smoothly.
It slipped past his muscles easily and it didn't hurt, but the feeling of his finger still felt wrong and scary. Reid remembered a time in his early childhood in the bath where he had been curious to see what would happen if he put his finger in this hole he couldn't see which was full of mystery to him. He hadn't expected to actually get it in, and when his fingertip poked through it had burned slightly and his finger was clamped down on from all sides like his body had caught him in the act. He'd been terrified, so guilty and ashamed in case he had damaged himself in this perverse way and everyone would find out.
He could handle it physically though, even when Morgan put his whole finger up there.
"I'm gonna move it around now, so you can feel what it's like." Morgan murmured.
That felt even weirder and he involuntarily clamped down on it for a painful moment until he remembered to relax. He giggled as Morgan touched him on the inside because it all just felt so bizarre. Morgan laughed and told him to relax again.
"You're doing good, ready for the next one?" Morgan asked after a few more seconds.
Reid nodded. "Sure, go ahead." He said still trying not to laugh. "The more the merrier."
Morgan spluttered with laughter and dropped his forehead onto Reid's upper arm. "Baby don't make me laugh right now."
"Sorry." Reid put a hand over his mouth. "Go ahead."
"Okay, here we go."
The second finger hurt quite a bit going in, and Reid groaned.
"You're tensing up baby, let go."
Reid tried but he seemed to have forgotten how.
"I can't-I can't-"
"Just hold on for 10 seconds." Morgan said soothingly, leaning over him carefully so he could kiss him. Reid turned his head and tried to focus on the kiss rather than what was happening to him under the quilt but it was difficult. Morgan pushed himself up into a sitting position and reached across to jerk him off. That was a much better distraction.
Reid found it was like Morgan had whispered to him back in the Faraday's basement, if you fought against it, it was worse than it needed to be. If you submitted mentally to what was happening then it was easier for your body to relax.
When he'd got used to that Morgan reached across to his bent knee and helped him turn onto his back. Reid let his feet drop onto the bed either side of Morgan's arm. The quilt had fallen off, so he was exposed, but it didn't seem to matter now.
"That's great, you've done the hard part now. Just relax and leave the fun part to me." Morgan smiled, a glint in his eye.
Morgan started to move both fingers deeper, angling the pads of his fingers up towards Reid's belly until they touched the inner walls of him. From there he moved them up and down until he located the walnut-sized prostate gland, quite high up but just about reachable. Reid shuddered as his fingers brushed it.
"God that's weird." He said quietly.
Morgan nodded, then lightly massaged the two lobes with his fingertips.
"How does that feel?" he asked Reid. "Good?"
"I can't really feel anything." Reid said, frowning.
"That's okay, it's like as sensitive as your eyeball so I'm only pressing lightly. I'll put a bit of...pressure..."
"Oh. Okay yeah that's..." Reid laughed and twitched a little, looking down at his boyfriend's big gentle hands.
"That nice?" Morgan finished his sentence, grinning slightly, continuing to rub Reid's prostate.
"Yeah." Reid nodded. He saw his penis swell back up to full size where it had decreased slightly before. Morgan noticed.
"I can see." He smirked. "That's good. We can have some fun with this."
Reid felt his cheeks turn red. He let his head fall back against the pillow. This was a much faster build-up than usual, the feeling in his stomach gathered like a snowball rolling downhill so strong it felt like even if Morgan stopped it would still come.
It had been less than a minute but with every other breath he found the word "Aahh..." dropping out of his mouth breathily at various elongations, more and more frequently. He tried shifting around, as if this would delay things but, as usual, he knew this was going to come much faster than he wanted. He propped himself up on his elbows, breathing hard like he'd been running. Morgan was watching him. He watched back, glued to that magnetic pair of brown eyes, his own eyes feeling heavy. It disturbed him slightly to be watched in this condition by a man who wasn't similarly compromised.
His chest expanded and contracted rapidly and fully, almost like a panic attack, and he felt his stomach and leg muscles give little involuntary spasms now and then. He couldn't stop tilting and lifting his hips to try and get better stimulation even though it embarrassed him. He couldn't hold Morgan's gaze anymore, he looked up at the ceiling.
As it became unbearable his hand crept down his stomach but Morgan pushed it away. He groaned out what must have been 'please' because Morgan started jerking him off himself, and a couple of strokes pushed him over the edge.
His back snapped into an arch, his head dropped back between his shoulder-blades, catching the metal bedframe with a loud crack.
"Owwwww" he groaned through his orgasm, more from reflex than in pain. He couldn't breathe for a few seconds. It felt so amazing, so much more intense than with external stimulation. "Ow. Ow. Owww."
"Jesus Spence are you alright?" Morgan asked, kneeling over him and looking concerned. "That sounded terrible!"
Reid shook his head, getting his breath back. "It doesn't feel bad at all."
"Of course it doesn't!" Morgan laughed. "But I bet it'll be a bitch in the morning. You need to be more careful." He kissed the top of Reid's head. "God you looked so hot when you were getting off. I wish..."
"Wish what?" Reid asked hazily.
"That I coulda...y'know. Finished off inside you." He mumbled, unusually self-conscious.
Reid stroked his upper arm. "You still hard?" he asked.
"Yeah."
Reid turned onto his front lazily, displaying his rear, then grinned at Morgan over his shoulder.
"Oh that's just not fair now is it?" Morgan said forlornly.
"Hurry up or I'll fall asleep." Reid replied, wiggling his butt and suppressing a laugh. He felt Morgan's warm bodyweight come to settle on top of him, drop a kiss on his shoulder and his rock-hard erection resting on his ass. Morgan started groping him again, squeezing and teasing his buttocks apart. He often displayed a particular fondness for that area, it occurred to him. He felt Morgan's heat disappear, then seconds later Morgan's tongue licked him once, firmly, between his buttocks. He shuddered, felt a slight irritation that Morgan hadn't asked to do that, when he knew Reid hadn't liked it when he did it earlier.
Morgan laid on top of him again, and it took a few moments before Reid understood what he was doing, rubbing up against him like that, and registered that instead of penetrating him, he was thrusting his penis against the cleft in his ass. He blushed bright red and felt ridiculous.
"What the hell?" he said, pushing himself up with his elbows and turning his head.
Morgan grinned and didn't stop. "You think I'm so easily swayed by the sight of your ass?" he teased. "I told you, we're not doing that yet." He kissed Reid's cheek.
Reid didn't reply. He couldn't speak, he was too angry and frustrated that Morgan had made this decision without him, as if he were a child.
"Get off me." He said sharply.
Morgan's expression changed from playful to concerned and he moved off Reid to give him space.
Without a word Reid stood up, grabbed some clothing and walked into the bathroom. Morgan called after him and tried to get him to stay but he was ignored.
He sat on the bed with his elbows on his knees, his hands dangling between his legs, feeling disgruntled and annoyed with how Reid just talked to him, and unsure what he had done.
...
In the bathroom Reid put on his clothes, slowly as he had to block the sound of sobbing from escaping his mouth with one hand. He sat on the edge of the bath, not wanting to leave the sanctuary the bathroom provided. It made him even angrier to feel cornered in his own apartment. Morgan had taken advantage back then, just doing whatever he liked to him without asking. And he didn't even see it. Morgan had made him feel powerless and stupid in their relationship.
But it wasn't even about that really. It was just... what he'd done to him, was so...it was...humiliating. Undignified. He felt that about everything sexual, sure, but that...it felt like...so juvenile and childish when he'd wanted proper sex. It was completely non-reciprocal too. Morgan was getting off by something that didn't do anything for him. It was unfair. Even though Reid already had a turn. It felt like Morgan was using him. Like a...doll or something.
His legs started to hurt from sitting on the bath and he really wanted to go to bed. But he really couldn't reconcile himself to sleeping in bed with Morgan, and equally though he felt Morgan should offer to take the sofa he was worried the other man wouldn't see it that way. He was too proud to take the sofa but he was in no mood for a confrontation either. He resolved to just stay where he was until Morgan came to check on him. Which he did, around 5 minutes later.
"Spencer?" Morgan said through the door, knocking softly. Reid didn't think his tone of voice sounded sorry. It sounded exasperated. He ignored it.
He heard sigh. "Baby?" The pet name made him weaken slightly. "Please let me in."
Reid got up and unlocked the door.
Morgan opened it and walked in. He saw Reid sitting on the bath, his shoulders hunched defensively and his arms folded tight around himself for security. His eyes were pink and sore from tears.
Morgan was at a loss. He didn't understand what he'd done, why Reid was so angry at him just because he didn't want to jump into it with him. It felt to him sometimes, he thought resentfully, like Reid thought his feelings about sex were the only ones that mattered. But it was Morgan's decision too what and when they did things together. He wasn't backing down. He'd tried to compromise with the anal play they'd done tonight but Reid wasn't giving an inch. He was behaving like a child.
Morgan handed Reid the mug of tea he'd made as a peace offering.
Reid took it with a dismal expression. Morgan leant back against the sink, facing him.
"So?" he said when Reid said nothing. "Why'd you go and walk out on me like that?"
Reid felt himself go red. He hated confrontation like this. He scratched his face awkwardly. The way Morgan was looking at him made him cross again. Like a parent about to lecture a child.
"You can't take a guess?" he replied bitterly.
Morgan tried to be patient. "I can't read your mind. You just went without saying anything to me. How'm I supposed to know what's in your head?"
Reid said nothing.
Morgan felt tears creep up inside his eyes and his voice shook a little as he struggled to control himself.
"How would you feel if I did that to you? If we were in an intimate moment and I just stormed out on you? I don't think you get how hurtful that is."
Reid was infuriated. "Oh I hurt your feelings?" he spat out, "You make a decision about our sex life without consulting me, you treat me like a child and you expect me to stay there like a good boy while you get yourself off on my body?"
"I did consult you! We talked about this before!"
"You didn't consult me, you told me!"
"What, and I don't have the right to say no to you?" Morgan snapped.
"That...! That's not...!" Reid was so mad he couldn't speak. "You didn't say no because you weren't ready, you said no because YOU decided that I wasn't ready!"
"Well you're not exactly proving me wrong are you? Stomping off all sore instead of talking to me like an adult!"
"There you go again treating me like a kid! How am I meant to behave when you patronise me!?" Reid shouted.
In a bitter voice he continued, "I raised myself since I was ten years old because my mom couldn't get out of bed. I cooked everything, washed our clothes, I looked after her all by myself, making sure she got her meds, talking her down from her delusions, hiding the bruises she gave me from my teachers at school when she'd been hallucinating, and I took the bullying at school and I still graduated top of my school years early. My dad didn't want me, I had no friends, nobody to talk to. I carried everything alone. So tell me, where the hell do you get off accusing me of being immature?!"
There was a pause. Reid gained satisfaction from the fact that Morgan had no answer ready, and it was a relief to get his feelings out after years of feeling looked down on by everyone. He was shaking so much he'd slopped tea on his pants.
Morgan took it from him carefully and put it next to the sink, guessing Reid wasn't up for tea and a chat right now.
He was still angry himself, several bitter retorts which he didn't really mean came to his tongue but he couldn't say them, however mad he was. He didn't feel like Reid was being fair, since he'd never deliberately patronised him. Morgan had only tried to protect him and now Reid had noticed that maybe it came across as belittling him.
But Reid rarely brought up his childhood unless he was really upset, and it had reminded Morgan of all that pain and all that strength behind his awkward naïve exterior. It made him look at him differently. So maybe some of what he said was true.
"I know." he said finally. "Ok. You're right. I'm sorry for making you feel that way. I never meant to. But I can't change that if I don't know exactly what I'm saying or doing wrong."
Reid calmed down slightly knowing Morgan wasn't going to fight him on this.
"You-you didn't ask me when you...did that..." Reid said quietly, and rubbed the back of his hand across his upper lip.
"What?" Morgan asked, not hearing him.
"You didn't ask if it was okay, you just...did it."
"Did what?"
Reid tried to explain but he didn't want to say any of the limited number of words he had to describe that act in front of Morgan right now.
Morgan saw him struggling and crouched down in front of him, taking his hands. Reid's eyes were wet and wary. Morgan got his phone from the pocket of the jeans he'd put on.
"Type it." He said, putting the phone in Reid's hands.
That was a bit easier, but it was still embarrassing to show what he'd written. He passed the phone back to Morgan, who glanced at the screen. After a few seconds he looked at Reid.
"This is what upset you?" he asked.
Reid nodded, staring at the tap.
Morgan stood up and sat down next to Reid. "What was it about that particular thing?"
Reid shrugged. "Just...I didn't like it. And you didn't ask. You pretended like you were gonna do the other thing and then..."
"Was it really about that?" Morgan asked. "Cause, y'know sex wouldn't be very spontaneous if we asked each other's permission for everything. You went down on me without asking. And I liked that. But if I hadn't it wouldn't have made me angry."
Reid leant forwards a little, feeling uncomfortable. This was getting too personal. And his discomfort was worsened by the fact that he needed to pee. He didn't want to shut Morgan out but there were places in his mind he didn't want to go when he felt so emotionally drawn out.
"Is it cause of the Faraday thing?" Morgan asked, taking Reid's hand. "I mean...you were put in a situation where you had no control over what happened to you, so maybe now it made you freak out that I did something you weren't expecting?"
Reid shrugged, unwilling to discuss it.
Morgan put an arm around Reid, carefully in case he didn't want it, but Reid slumped against him gratefully.
After cuddling for a minute Morgan said, "This is killing my ass, wanna move somewhere comfier?"
Reid nodded. He turned the bathroom light off and they walked into the other room, holding hands loosely. Morgan suddenly hugged him and asked,
"Want me to take the couch tonight?"
Relief and gratitude and guilt and love overwhelmed Reid so unexpectedly that he started sobbing into Morgan's warm shoulder.
Morgan had no clue what he'd said to cause this but he held him tight anyway.
"I'm sorry." Reid said through sobs. Morgan was the kindest, most understanding boyfriend in the world. Why had he been so angry and horrible to him?
"You got nothin' to be sorry 'bout silly pretty boy." Morgan kissed him on the head. "I'm taking this to mean I don't have to sleep elsewhere tonight?"
Reid laughed and shook his head. Morgan kissed his wet face and ran his fingers through his soft hair. Then he glanced at the clock. "It's real late baby. You have work tomorrow?"
"No. I have a thing to go to later on though..."
"What kinda thing?"
"A meeting." Reid said.
Morgan realised after a moment what he was talking about.
"What time?"
"Five-thirty."
Morgan smiled. "Then it appears we have the morning to ourselves."
Reid nodded, smiling though he was slightly uneasy. He faked a yawn and Morgan took the hint. Reid took his much-needed pee and they both got changed for bed, brushed their teeth together and sunk into bed with a kiss, snuggling down under the blanket.
...
Reid didn't fall asleep for a long time. He lay on his side watching Morgan and thinking about Eric Faraday getting out the day after tomorrow. He wondered whether he would come for him, or equally scary, after Morgan. He wondered when, and how, tried to get inside the killer's head and anticipate what he would do. His dreams continued along the same lines. Eric was chasing him and he couldn't move fast enough to get away or scream loud enough to attract help. Eric caught him and stabbed him, in a different place each dream. But he always felt the pain like it was real.
At six he gave up on a peaceful sleep and laid there still until eight. Then he got up, showered and dressed before the bigger man stirred where Reid left him.
"Good morning." Morgan smiled, his arm up under the back of his head.
"Morning." Reid smiled back, climbing back into bed for a kiss.
"What time is it?" Morgan asked.
"Eight thirty. You don't have to get up. I didn't sleep so well, so..."
"Oh I'm ready when you are baby. I ain't missing a minute when I have you to myself."
Reid smiled and let his head flop back against Morgan's shoulder. Morgan played with his hair idly and Reid held the older man's other hand between his own.
"What do you feel like doing?" Reid asked, unsure how to voice the fact that he didn't want any more awkward sex or fighting today.
"Well I haven't seen much of the town." Morgan said. "What do normal people do when they go out?" he laughed.
"Um, I hear that common pass-times include going to see a movie, bowling, buying stuff, eating in restaurants..."
"That's a point. We haven't really had a proper date yet." Morgan said. "How about we do all those things? Shopping, movie, bowling then eating?"
"There's an obscure book store I haven't visited yet which is supposed to be good." Reid said enthusiastically.
Morgan chuckled. "Good, let's go there."
Reid was cheered up by the thought of going on a date, holding hands in public, kissing in a movie theatre, getting to know Morgan in a setting where their lives weren't in danger.
"What do people wear on dates?" he asked anxiously. He was wearing dark burgundy skinny jeans, a navy sweater and a cream coloured shirt.
Morgan kissed him. "Anything you like. You look great. I on the other hand, need a shower and a shave."
Reid groaned as Morgan shifted out of bed. Morgan laughed. "I'll be quick." He said ruffling Reid's hair.
When Morgan came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist Reid was frowning at a mirror, fiddling with a blue and grey striped tie.
"This look right to you?" he asked Morgan. Morgan sauntered over to the mirror. After studying him for a minute Morgan reached into the wardrobe for a plain black silk tie.
"Try this one." He suggested. Reid took the striped tie off and Morgan tied the black one in its place, pressing up against Reid's back, taking his time. He wasn't trying anything on especially but he felt Reid tense up and lean away, his cheeks colouring. Morgan patted his back, trying not to get insecure about something which probably meant nothing.
"Looking very suave Dr Reid. Your date will be very pleased." He grinned, wandering over to the pile of his own clothes strewn over a chair.
He kept it simple, blue jeans, white shirt and a dark grey overcoat, dressing while Reid brushed his teeth. He picked up his phone and wallet while Reid put on his trademark converses, then they headed out for their first date.
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N'yaww :) their first date 3 stay tuned for more adorbs and a visit from Young!
Chapter dedicated to DeliriusuAWESOME whose review made me insanely happy, I would have replied sooner but I wanted to give her a public thank you :) PS I am female LOL xD