You have noo IDEA how sorry I am that it has taken 5 months! I haven't had time and now there's some new stuff happening so I won't have time again! I'm sosososososo SORRY! I have a new chapter though... so don't hate me too much? Now, I don't own, wish I did, yadda yadda, on with the show:

"This man that you're in love with, what is he like?" Lauren asked.

Reid put a leg to his chest and shifted his watch by shaking his arm before resting it on his knee with his chin on top of that. His head tilted to the side and he thought about what to say without making it obvious.

"He's a gentle person. Caring and always fun. He knows when it's time for business, though, and he'll do what ever to get it done. He's really handsome too." Reid smiled thinking about Morgan. "Dreamy almost. A lot of females try to be with him, but of course, he's not straight."

"He's not single either, is he? You said he already has a partner?" Lauren leaned back in her chair, taking on a professional demeanor. She seemed genuinely interested in helping Spencer out.

"Yes, he has a lover. They're really good together. I see them and it hurts me," he looked away from Lauren, not able to look her in the eye.

"Are you around the two a lot? If so, you're torturing yourself, watching them together."

"Well, no," he sniffed and hid his face. "I haven't been around them too much. Maybe once or twice…" His voice was muffled and he squeezed his leg.

"I see. And just from that short amount, you can gauge how much they feel for each other?"

Reid snarled in his head. Unexpected, since he thought he felt more gentle towards her. No, he hadn't seen them together, but he could tell how serious this was. Morgan never went on second dates. Maybe once or twice, but never more than that.

"Pretty much, yes. I believe that they'll be happy later in life. The smiles on their faces when they're talking about each other kills me." Reid's eyes started watering and Lauren stood up to pat his shoulders.

"Tomorrow will be a better day."

"Tomorrow?" Reid laughed. "But it's not okay, is it?"

Lauren put her smooth, coffee colored hands through Reid's hair. "You're not supposed to say 'It'll be okay' to someone. Especially when you don't know if it will be or not. I don't want to offend nor be wrong when the time comes that it isn't okay." She smiled down at him and her green eyes shimmered. "So to avoid that, I only tell them that it is going to be better."

Reid's tears stopped floating over the edge. "You're so kind," he told her. I'm betraying you, and you don't even know it. I'm so sorry Lauren.

Why? Why does he feel so good? Morgan thought to himself. His hands roamed the white, pale body underneath him. Shit. I know I don't love him… but his body feels amazing. His lips are so soft.

"Ungh." Reid moaned softly, the creamy sound slipping off his tongue like satin on satin. He arched his back and bit his finger.

They had moved from the couch to the bed, stopping on doors to intensify the heat between them. Reid was pushed against his bedroom door, his right hand behind his back, trying to find the doorknob. He turned it and stumbled in, almost falling before Morgan caught him. The darker man slid his hands under the sweater Reid was wearing and peeled it off. The more slender of the two shrugged out of the embrace and went lower, his hands sliding down the fully clothed man in front of him.

He smiled and unzipped the pants carefully, shimmying them off to the floor. Morgan slid his socks off and lifted his legs as both, boxers and pants came down. Reid's hands moved up to Morgan's sack and he squeezed it just a bit.

"Nn," Morgan's voice drew out. Reid smiled and licked from the base to the tip. He sucked on the head, concentrating on the ridge and let it out with a pop. His smile widened when he saw how clouded over Derek's eyes were. He stood up and pulled Morgan onto the bed.

Morgan licked Reid's bottom lip and sucked it between his. He nuzzled the pale neck with his nose and took in the smell. I smell good? He smells amazing. Like the ocean breeze on a windy, rainy day. Spencer's fingers gripped onto Morgan's shirt and ripped small holes into the back. He finished the job and pulled apart the shirt entirely. Though it was thin, it was still surprising to see little Spencer Reid ripping a shirt like that. Morgan looked into Reid's eyes and kissed his lips once more.

"Sorry… I couldn't… stop."

Morgan's right hand was making its way to Reid's pants zipper. Both hands cupped the younger's waist, jerking the pants down gently. He kissed Reid's inner thighs, and played his fingers along the outline of the dark grey boxer briefs. Any resistance or aversion Morgan may have carried before was gone, far, far out the window of sanity by now. A smile appeared on his lips as he licked the throbbing pole through the fabric. His partner wriggled under him with a soft moan of ecstasy. His eyes were tightly closed and his hands were gripping the sheets on the side of his body. His home, his bed didn't feel the same as he experienced this mind blowing feeling.

Derek's eyes were clouded over with desire, his mind thinking of nothing but screwing the body in front of him until nothing remained. His lips sucked through the fabric once more, the penis underneath it jumping slightly and slowly rising. He pulled the briefs down with his teeth and his mouth almost touched the head. He stopped just short and sat up.

The sudden loss of body warmth scared Reid and he shot up. Violently he was pushed down and climbed on top of. He opened his chocolate brown eyes to find an equally brown phallus in front of his face. "Use that tongue of yours to calm me down." Morgan's voice came out in a heavy breath. "Reid…" he paused and pulled Reid closer to him. "Spencer."

Spencer took hold of the penis he had seen so many times in his mind and twice already with his eyes. He licked the slit and rubbed down to the base, carefully bringing his hand back up to the head. The first inch popped into his mouth, then the second, then the third, the fourth made him choke a little but he took it in anyway. Only half of the mans penis had made it into his mouth, but he could feel the pleasure running through his own body as he slowly moved his head back. His tongue slid across the rough yet strangely smooth skin of the cock, and his top teeth scraped against it in just the slightest way. Derek shivered as he was sucked off, his body tensing when Reid's mouth would enclose him.

He shoved Reid off of him, not as hard as would be expected, but hard enough to make his head hit the pillow. The boxer briefs resting on Reid's lower hips were brought down to his ankles and finally peeled off.

"Derek… I want to cum." Spencer had that voice again. The voice that made Morgan want to fuck his brains out. The voice that sounded soft and deep but raspy and smooth at the same time. The voice that enticed this man who hated gay men to want this man. The voice that made Morgan cum just now with the small touch from his own hand. But that wasn't enough.

He looked at the amount of cum in his hand. It wasn't a lot, but it was more than usual. He hadn't masturbated since two days after Reid had sucked him off. He was saving it for Lauren. Still, that shouldn't have been enough to make him cum this much. He sneered at the thought of Reid bringing this on him. What had he done to himself? Why was Reid doing this much damage to him? Why was he able to get hard with a man in the first place? How could he have licked a penis, even if it was through cloth? Why was he enjoying the scent of Reid so much?

As thoughts whirled through his mind with no release, he realized he was hard again. He slathered the cum onto Reid's belly, then made a dotted trail with it to the puckered hole right under Reid's sack. The pale man moaned with ecstasy as he arched his back when one long finger entered his body. His tongue came out and licked his lips with such vigor that he had to bring his hand over his mouth to stop himself from biting it. Morgan spread Reid's legs more, his head coming down to nibble on the inside of the man's thigh. He moved up the body with his tongue, leaving a glistening trail from the groin to the neck. He kissed the younger man's lips once more and frowned.

"They're so wet," he said, biting Reid's lower lip. "Don't get too excited. This is a one time only thing."

Spencer gripped the sheet with one hand and Morgan's arm with the other. His facial expression was pained but happy at the same time. "I know," he replied.

Another finger went into his body and he shuddered. "W-wait! I have…I have lube." he said.

Morgan's eyebrow raised in a curious manner and he smirked with an evil glint in his eye. "Oh really? Where is it, kid?"

Reid's arm slowly slid across the bed and he reached for the edge of the nightstand. His long limbs came just a little short and he tapped it with one, long, pale finger. "There. And-and condoms." He covered his dark red face.

"Hmm. Good on you then. It would have hurt otherwise then, huh?" Morgan crawled to the nightstand and opened the first drawer. There was a tube of plain lube and then a box of magnum condoms. Neither had been opened. "Ah, I see. You got these just for me, didn't you? You were really well prepared, kid. Come on. Let's do this, shall we?"

On that note, Morgan jumped back into position with the correct apparatus and flipped the skinny figure on the bed over so that he was on all fours, his head pushed into the pillows. His hands slid up Reid's thighs and eventually brushed against his sac. Reid quivered as the two fingers made it back in, this time with the lubricant. His belly almost touched the sheets underneath him, his back caving in every time he was thrusted into.

Morgan's head was a jumble of random thoughts. He wondered why he felt comfortable doing this to another man. He slipped another finger in, the taut muscle loosening up enough for him to stir up the brunettes insides. He swooped down, licking Reid's neck, stopping to plant kisses on his shoulder blades, then leaving a love bite on the small of his back. "Three fingers, Reid." He whispered into the ear of this bumbling piece of meat under him. "You're so slutty. You do this to yourself, don't you? You couldn't handle waiting for me so you touched yourself in anyway you could manage." One of his finger came out and he twisted the remaining two until Reid moaned loud enough to echo through the whole room.

"Did you ever use anything?" Morgan asked.

Spencer's mind swirled. He was vaguely aware that he was being spoken to, drowning in the ecstasy of having someone else inside of him. He licked his lips again and nodded. He scrunched the pillow under his head and hid his face further into it.

Morgan took all of his fingers out and smacked Reid's butt. He kneaded it and pushed it down onto the bed with his full force. "You're bony so I would never have expected you to have an ass like this." He smoothed over it, raking his fingers from the top of Reid's shoulders to just behind his knees. "You did? What did you use?" he asked.

His hair was somewhat in his face and he bit his pointer finger to stop himself from moaning any louder. "I- I used… a pen… a highlighter too… and-and my old travel toothpaste holder just once."

Morgan stopped and smirked. He turned Reid over and his face was a dark, velvety red. His eyes were so wet, he started crying when he looked Derek in the face. He turned his head away but Morgan yanked him back. "Oh hush. Nothing to be ashamed of. I'm sure lonely housewives do the same."

Morgan engulfed Spencer's lips, making them swell even more. "I'm sure if I tried I could get four fingers in, but why not just put it in now?" Morgan said.

Reid crossed his arms over his eyes and nodded approval. He was pulled up and forced to straddle Morgan. "Well, since I've been doing most of the work, why don't you help out?" His grin widened as he saw the confusion on Reid's face. His hair was soaked from sweat, clumped together on his forehead and neck. His lips were red, lustrous and swollen, and he was slobbering just a bit. His eyes were wide open and glossy, tears streaking his face.

Reid placed his hands on Morgan's bare, wet, and sexy chest, scraping just a little of his skin off. He placed his twitching muscle just above Morgan's hot, throbbing cock and slid down slowly. He gasped when the head made its way into his body. "You're not… you didn't put on the condom!" he moaned. It was hot. So so so hot. His body couldn't take it any more. With only the head in, he came onto Derek's stomach.

He was panting hard, his body felt tired. He relaxed just a little, and suddenly, almost all of the man he loves was inside of him. His upper body fell completely onto Morgan and his penis stood up once more. He grabbed Morgan's shoulders and tried to sit back up.

"I can't," he said, more tears flowing from his ducts. He sniffed and then was forced to exhale when Derek shot up with his hips.

"Gnngh!" Reid was panting like a runner in the dessert with no water. He pressed on his stomach and placed his hand on Morgan's thigh. He lifted himself and set himself back down. "Haah! Nnnah! Nnmm." Sweet, supple, moans blew from his body. He repeated the motion while underneath him, Morgan did nothing. He watched Reid's face contort in pleasure. His eyes watched the transformation of Boy Genius into Boy Slut. The boys eyes rolled to the back of his head, his lips were parted, making all sorts of foreign sounds. His hips moved in perfect sync with the pleasure his body desired. There was no way this was his first time. It was impossible.

"You seem used to this Reid. Are you sure you're a virgin?"

"Hngnah, ye-ye-yes! I-I am-mmmnn! You…first…sogoooood-ah!" His words jumbled together, his mind focused only on one thing: 'Fulfiill My Pleasure'.

"Shit, kid." Morgan said. He grabbed Reid's hips and stopped him mid-thrust. He sat up and slid back to make room at the top of the bed. He laid Reid down on his side and thrust into him as hard as he could.

"Ggnuugh!" Reid bit his index finger and covered his mouth with his other hand. Morgan thrust deeper and quicker, unable to hold out.

"I'm cumming," he said. Reid moaned out "Me too!" as he squeezed his cock.

"Do- Don't tighten up like-" Morgan pulled out with a trail of cum flowing from his dick. He had meant to pull out, but Reid had been holding him so tight, he made it impossible.

Morgan observed the mess below him. Reid was covered in various liquids. Cum, sweat, spit, lube, etc. He was so dirty. Yet Morgan didn't mind seeing him like this. The genius was cradling himself, almost lying in a fetal position.

"You should shower first. I'm not even close to being as dirty as you." Morgan whispered into Reid's ear. Reid sat silent for about another minute, and then slowly sat up.

"It…it hurts," he claimed. Morgan rolled his eyes.

"You want me to carry you to the shower then?"

Reid read Morgan's tone of annoyance and didn't want to push his luck. "No. I can get there myself." He gently swung his legs off the bed and tenderly placed them on the floor.

"Ah geez," Morgan's exasperated voice surprised Reid as he was picked up and taken to the bathroom. "I don't mind too much so lets shower together. I came inside of you, we have to clean it up really well. "

Spencer blushed and looked away from Morgan as he was set on the toilet while the older of the two made sure the water was fine. "After this bath, we're back to normal. I mean, I'll clean up the mess since your body is weak and all, but this was just a one time thing." He was helped to his feet and into the shower. "Got it?"

"Yes," he answered with his head hanging down.

"Interesting."

"Wh-what is?" Reid questioned.

"This." Morgan was pointing to the bruises on Reid's sides and thighs. "You bruise easily. That sucks."

"Ah, um, yeah. I thought you knew that…"

"Well, I did. But it's still weird seeing it like this. I mean," He put his hands up to the bruises. "They are exact replicas of my hands."

Reid turned around so he could face Morgan. "What are you doing? I can't wash your ass like this."

The brunette looked at his teammate in the eyes. "I know. But before we get out of the shower and everything goes back to normal, can I ask for one thing?"

"I suppose so."

"Can you kiss me, one last time?" His eyes were starting to water but he was determined not to let any tears fall. Morgan stroked his stubble. He touched the side of Reid's face and pushed him right under the shower head.

"One last time," he echoed. His lips came over Reid's and their tongues entwined. Morgan sucked on Reid's tongue, since last time he did it, Reid loved it. I might as well give him a farewell treat. he thought. Reid wrapped his arms aroundDerek's neck and Derek wrapped his arms around Reid's waist. He slid his hand up and down the smooth, white back, water droplets and streams from the shower making their kiss slippery. They pulled apart, stared at each other, and kissed once more, this time only a peck. Reid turned around and smiled to himself. Then his tears fell.

"You can wash me now." he said to Morgan. Tears streamed down his face that he camouflaged with water.

"Sure, sure. I'm on it." Though Morgan's hands were touching all over his body, he didn't feel lusty desires to high heavens, or a need for something to be inside of him, he just felt… comfortable. Perhaps he (could) manage with just this one night to remember.

"You dry up. I'm borrowing your deodorant… and your overcoat." He paused to look at Reid. "I have no shirt now, thanks to someone and your overcoat is probably the only thing that'll fit me."

Reid apologized with a hint of red on his face. He tried to finish getting clothed.

Morgan went out to the room and saw just what they had done. The bed was actually crooked now. It wasn't really facing the entrance door, it was facing the closet door. Their clothes were in front of the door and on the side of the bed. He put his underwear and pants on. There was a smell in the room that reminded him of sex between a man and a woman. He smirked and saw that the brand new tube of lubricant was already halfway gone. The box of condoms was crushed and on the other side of the bed. He placed both where they belonged and carried on to strip the bed of its sheets. There were wet spots everywhere. What each one was he couldn't tell, only the opaque smudges of liquid. He took the sheets to the small washing machine Reid had that could only fit half a load of regular clothes in one cycle. This meant only one of the sheets could go on at a time. He took the top one and put it in, since it was the dirties one. It took the brunt of their sexual encounter. The second one Reid would have to do later.

Morgan grabbed the coat he told Reid he was taking from behind the bedroom door and saw Reid from the corner of his eye, struggling to grab new sheets from the linen closet in his bathroom. He finally got them and then slouched over, rubbing his back.

"I'll put those on for you. Go brush your teeth or something." Reid complied and went to brush his teeth.

"All done. Now you can lay down and go to sleep. It's only almost 2. Get some sleep."

"…You're leaving now?" Reid asked. Morgan stepped out of the room and headed to the front door. Reid followed him, his heart beating fast, his breath coming in fast increments. He watched as the older man put on his shoes and opened the door.

"Yeah. I want to sleep too, kid. I'll see you at work."

"B-bye Morgan. See you…at work." The door closed and Reid dropped to his knees. He crawled to the door and cried uncontrollably. His breath was short, hiccups were the best he could do. He banged on the door, once, twice, thrice. He let go of the suffering he'd felt for the last two weeks and let it all out right there.

After about five minutes he stood up slowly. He was tired, exhausted and he only wanted to sleep. He plopped on his bed, snuggled under the covers, and cried a little more, until he fell asleep.

And there went 5. 6 will come along... eventually. Really, I'm sorry! Thank you for the support! Please review! Oh, and what do you think is going to happen? Tell me and if I like it I might try to incorporate it into my somewhat planned ending ;)

(Of course credit would go to the idea generator :D)