Miles To Go Before We Sleep, Part Seven (2/2), Morgan/Reid
Title: Miles To Go Before We Sleep, Part Seven (2/2)
Authors: innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Rating: NC-17/FRAO (up to NC-17/FRAO for the entire fic)
Summary: After Reid goes off the rails in Texas, Morgan decides Reid needs a friend to support him through whatever he's going through. Several cases and "awesomely" bad sci-fi flicks later, they both realize "friendship" isn't exactly what they want...but sorting through the baggage that stands in the way of a closer relationship is more difficult than either of them expected. Starting immediately after "Elephant's Memory" and running beyond the end of "Lo-fi", this is a multi-chaptered, non-WIP fic.
Word count: part 7 (both parts) ~15000; overall, ~130K
Spoilers: Entire series - specifically Profiler, Profiled, The Big Game/Revelations, Elephant's Memory, In Heat, Tabula Rasa, and Lo-fi.
Warnings: Overall: UST, references to past sexual abuse, drug use/references to past drug use
Notes: Written in RP format. Not currently AU, but it will be after season four starts, as we've written our own ending to Lo-fi. :) This chapter was too long for one LJ post, so it's broken into two! This is PART TWO. This chapter also takes place directly after part six, on the same day. Also, we're beta'ing this ourselves now, so if you find any glaring errors, feel free to point them out! :D

Previous Parts: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part 7 (1/2), Part Seven (2/2 - this part)

Reid snagged his glass, glancing over his shoulder at the table as Morgan tugged him away, thinking they should probably clean up. Morgan pulled him down to the sofa a moment later and kissed him, however, and Reid forgot about the plates. Reid set his glass on the coffee table and draped an arm around Morgan, deepening the kiss and enjoying the taste of wine on Morgan's tongue.

"Pretty boy," Morgan whispered when he pulled away. He ran his gaze over Reid's features, then leaned in to kiss him again. He didn't care about Frankenhooker right now. What he cared about was having Reid in his arms, exploring this breath-taking attraction, trying to make Reid whimper against his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Reid, one hand moving automatically to play with that soft, messy hair.

Reid smiled, noting how he didn't question whether 'Pretty Boy' was a compliment or not anymore now that he knew Morgan was attracted to him. He tilted his head into Morgan's touch and sighed. God, he liked this far too much. He was afraid he liked this far more than Morgan was ready for. He slid an arm around Morgan and settled closer.

That was nice. Morgan kissed along Reid's jaw, trying to get more than just that little sigh. Then it occurred to him that this might be construed as teasing, so he pulled back and kissed Reid's mouth again. He had an idea about something they could try to get him past the panic he'd felt when he had Reid's weight on him last time, but he wanted it to be deliberate. Right now, he wanted something comfortable.

Reid tilted his head, whimpering softly at the feel of Morgan's lips on his skin. God, I love you, he thought, and then his chest seized and he fought panic. He was getting far more involved than Morgan was ready for, and the last thing he wanted was to wind up hurt. He tried to bring his focus back to the kiss, but it was already lost.

Morgan was enjoying this, but Reid seemed to have tensed in his arms. After a minute, he finally pulled back a little, searching Reid's face. "All right, Spencer?" he asked, his fingers stroking through Reid's hair. Had he done something wrong without realizing it?

"Yeah, I'm fine," Reid said automatically, even though he wasn't fine at all. He'd gone and fallen for Derek Morgan. After a moment, he realized that his shoulders were tight, and forced them to loosen. "Sorry."

"Hey," Morgan said, lifting his other hand to brush over Reid's cheek. "Don't apologize. What's wrong, pretty boy?" Was he pushing things too far? He'd just fallen into the assumption that Reid wasn't going to have problems with their physical relationship, once he'd realized that Reid liked Morgan touching him. But maybe he should have thought about the fact that Reid probably wasn't very experienced. He brushed his lips lightly across Reid's. "Talk to me."

Reid shook his head, wondering if there was anything he could blame his freeze up on that Morgan wouldn't see right through. He couldn't blame work, considering this hadn't been a traumatic case in any way. "It's nothing," he said finally, shrugging. "I don't know what happened." Morgan would probably see right through that too, but it was better than telling the truth.

Morgan studied Reid's expression for a moment longer, but he didn't push. Reid knew by now that he could talk to Morgan about anything. If he didn't feel like talking now, maybe he would later. "All right," he murmured, and kissed Reid again, just as softly as before. He liked the way Reid inspired tenderness in him, the way he wanted to protect Reid.

Reid managed to get his body to relax, and he leaned into the kiss, though his mind kept racing. He wondered how normal this was, feeling things this fast, or if people that were more accustomed to these sorts of relationships had a tendency not to get emotionally invested so quickly. He felt like a kid with his first crush, childishly jumping to love because he'd never had this before. But then again, this was Morgan. He'd known Morgan for years, he'd liked Morgan for years. He'd wanted Morgan for years, even if he had shelved his desires for a long time. And just because Reid's parents' love had failed, didn't mean all love would.

Don't think like this. It' too soon.

Reid closed his fingers in Morgan's shirt and deepened their kiss, trying not to think of how in over his head he felt.

Morgan hummed softly and wrapped his arms around Reid again, pulling him close. Whatever it was, Reid seemed to have pushed past it, and Morgan was willing to let him direct this. He knew Reid wouldn't take this further than Morgan was comfortable with, and he wanted to put Reid back entirely at ease.

Reid thought twenty-eight hours suddenly felt like a very long time to contemplate that fact that he might be in love with Derek Morgan. His hand slid up to cup Morgan's jaw, his touch soft as his fingertips skated along Morgan's skin. "Morgan," he whispered, and kissed Morgan's chin and throat, resisting, yet again, the urge to climb into Morgan's lap, as it wasn't too far from what had set Morgan off last time.

Morgan shifted a little, one hand sliding up into Spencer's hair again. "Derek," he corrected quietly. He liked it when Reid called him that. His breathing had gone fast, Reid's little kisses sending shivers of pleasure through him.

Reid breathed a laugh and pulled away, grinning at Morgan. "I tried that. It didn't stick," he murmured, kissing Morgan again.

"No?" Morgan murmured, grinning back. He was glad he'd made Reid laugh, at least. He cupped a hand against his cheek, watching him hungrily.

"It doesn't roll off the tongue the same way," Reid whispered, then nibbled Morgan's lip, sucking lightly at the trapped skin. "'Morgan' is sexy."

"Mmm," was all Morgan could manage. He tightened his arms briefly, wondering if having Reid in his lap would set him off. Probably. He shifted, pushing Reid back a little and moving with him, wondering if this would be okay. He knelt, straddling Reid's lap but not actually lowering himself, kissing Reid demandingly.

Reid moaned softly into the kiss, his hands sliding down so that his thumbs could stroke Morgan's hips, encouraging him to sit back. He liked how it felt to have Morgan over him like this, how strong Morgan felt.

Morgan lowered himself carefully, the kiss growing more demanding at that moan. He cradled Reid's head in his hands, his tongue mapping Reid's mouth, the slick heat of the kiss sending fire through his veins. It was so easy to lose himself in Reid.

Reid moaned again, a little louder at the increased aggression in Morgan's kiss. Reid's hands slid to the small of Morgan's back and pulled Morgan closer, liking the weight against him. He wanted to touch Morgan more, wanted to slide his hands down to cup Morgan's ass, but his inexperience and the fact that he wasn't sure what could upset Morgan kept him from being overly eager to initiate anything himself.

Morgan shifted again, automatically seeking pressure for his arousal. He moaned into the kiss, fingers tightening in Reid's hair. He couldn't breathe, and it was wonderful. He pulled back, panting, and pressed his cheek against Reid's. "God," he gasped.

Reid gasped as Morgan's erection rubbed against his own. His fingers clutched more desperately at Morgan's back, sliding just a bit lower as he pulled Morgan against him, a thrill of arousal going through him as Morgan moved against him. "Mmm, ah," he whimpered, panting hard when Morgan stopped, and leaning his cheek into Morgan's.

"Mm-hnn," Morgan managed, kissing Reid's jaw. "Sorry, sorry." He was getting them both more worked up than he'd meant to. And it was good--God, it was good--but he knew this was going further than he'd meant it to, if he kept this up. "You make me forget myself," he whispered, hoping Reid would understand.

Reid nodded, forcing his fingers to ease on Morgan and trying to steady his breath, though both were difficult to do. It was difficult to ignore the tiny bit of frustration too, though he did his best, because he knew why Morgan was going slow. He swallowed hard. "I've never done this before," he panted, breath ragged.

Morgan pulled back a little to look at Reid's face. "You...never?" he murmured, confused. Not even this much? He felt his chest go tight. Reid wanted him to be his first? He stroked his fingers over Reid's hair again, then back to his cheek.

Reid closed his eyes, still fighting for breath, and shook his head. "No." He was silent for a moment, his heart thudding in his chest and resonating in his ears. "Is that a surprise?"

Morgan took a little breath, then leaned in to brush his lips against Reid's. "Kinda, yeah. You're a sexy, smart federal agent." He smiled faintly and touched his fingertips under Reid's chin. "But I like it."

Reid sucked in a breath and returned the kiss, not really understanding what there was to like about it. He still didn't open his eyes, but Morgan was close enough that it didn't feel like embarrassment was to blame for Avoiding Morgan's gaze now. "I'm a federal agent who's more comfortable around dead people than living ones, and spends all of his time traveling." He shrugged. "A federal agent that..." He shook his head and opened his eyes. "Did you see that picture of Prentiss from high school that Garcia hacked off the internet? I always hear about all these crazy times that people had in high school... all the things they did. I was twelve when I left high school."

Morgan nodded. "Yeah, that's true. I just...I never thought, when I gave you a hard time about dating, that you really didn't have..." He sighed and shook his head. "Man, I've really been a jerk to you. You're sure you like me?" The question was only half teasing.

Reid shook his head, but he smiled anyway. "You really have been," he conceded, but his smile just grew wider. "But you've changed. We both have." His hands relaxed on Morgan's waist and he settled back against the couch. "I just... spent the first six years of college in between studying and taking care of my mom. When I was actually old enough to be interested, everyone was older than me, and when I got to their age, I just--" He shook his head and bit his lip, then glanced up to meet Morgan's gaze. "They didn't understand me. They were either interested because I was some sort of novelty, or out of pity for poor, little, geeky Dr. Reid. I didn't want to be anyone's side show, and I certainly didn't want anyone's pity." His lips thinned, but he didn't drop Morgan's gaze. "And then I went straight from college to FBI training."

Morgan shook his head. "You know, sometimes I forget your experience has been so different from mine." His lips quirked. "What am I doing kissing a genius? You ought to be dating someone who can actually keep up with you." He leaned in and kissed Reid, then shifted so he was sitting next to Reid again, facing him. "What on Earth do you see in me?" he murmured, running his fingers back and forth across Reid's hand.

Reid rolled his head to the side to look at Morgan, his own lips curling into an affectionate smile. "I see someone who's stronger and braver than I'll ever be, someone who's fiercely loyal and just." Reid curled his fingers around Morgan's. "I don't want someone who can tell me a whole lot of things I already know. I want someone who can give me a different perspective."

A wave of emotion hit Morgan unexpectedly, robbing him of any words. Reid thought that about him? He stared into those warm brown eyes, wishing he knew what to say to that. He squeezed Reid's hand and finally managed, "God, Spencer. You make me feel lucky."

Reid snorted and grinned at Morgan, but he really didn't know what to say. After a moment, he simply leaned in and kissed Morgan softly. "I'm starting to think we're never going to watch Frankenhooker."

"Mmm, not tonight," Morgan said. He kissed Reid back, then pulled away a little. "Let's go clean up dinner. I want you in my bed."

Reid nodded and followed Morgan into the kitchen. It wasn't much later that they were getting ready for bed. Reid brushed his teeth, wondering what Morgan's bedroom would look like, and attempting not to profile... but he couldn't help it. When he finally padded out of the bathroom, his mouth was minty and he was barefoot, wearing pajama bottoms and a t-shirt that didn't match them, glasses perched on his nose.

He wasn't surprised that the bedroom he had imagined was just like the one he walked into, dark woods, dark, cool colors, king sized bed -- modern and very masculine decor that seemed a stark contrast to Reid's own room, though, somehow, it was still comfortable. Reid glanced at Morgan and smiled. "Where does Clooney sleep?"

"Over in that corner," Morgan said, gesturing at a large, round dog bed. Clooney wasn't supposed to be on any of the furniture, though Gina Sanchez and her satellite had proven that he disregarded those orders when Morgan wasn't home. "That reminds me, I need to let him back in--and no, he won't be in here. Don't worry." He grinned and kissed Reid briefly on his way out of the room, letting Clooney into the laundry room. He was going to have to figure something out there. He didn't want to get rid of his dog, but he was getting to be pretty fond of Reid.

He had to laugh at himself as he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Pretty fond, as if he weren't already incredibly attached to the idea of having Reid stick around. When he got back to the bedroom, wearing just his pajama pants, he stopped at the door to take in the sight of Reid in his bedroom. Yeah, if the warm feeling in the pit of his stomach was anything to judge by, this was something he wanted to see for a long time in the future.

Reid felt a little guilty about Clooney losing his bed for the night, but he was also relieved too. He turned around when he heard Morgan come in the room and let his eyes travel Morgan's body. That would never get old, the thrill at having a half naked man look at him like that, of having Morgan look at him like that. Of course, the visual stimulation wasn't anything to scoff at either. "Hi."

Morgan smiled slowly at him, feeling a ridiculous fondness for Reid's pajamas. Of course, he intended to get rid of that t-shirt before the night was over. "Hi." He crossed the room to tug the blankets down. "Come to bed," he suggested, sprawling on the right side of the bed. But don't expect to sleep just yet, he thought.

Reid was thankful Morgan had remembered not to flip the lights off, and climbed into bed after Morgan, sliding up beside him and draping an arm around him. "Mmm, I could get used to this."

"That's good to hear, since I like the way you look in my bed," Morgan said, his smile widening. He ran his fingers along Reid's arm, liking the way Reid shivered just a little. "I like having you around. It makes this place really feel like a home." He'd entertained here plenty over the years, parties and cookouts, had even had his mother and sisters down for Thanksgiving a couple of times. He'd originally got Clooney because he'd thought a dog would make it feel more like home, greeting him excitedly when he got back from work. How long have I thought it was normal to feel this lonely? Reid was making him question everything about his life, just by bringing new things--good things--into it.

That made Reid's heart squeeze again, and it reminded him of what he had thought on the couch, that he might be in way over his head. He closed his eyes and kissed Morgan's shoulder, trying to focus on the good feeling that thought produced rather than the frightening one that made him feel foolish. "I'm glad," he murmured, settling closer and hooking a leg between Morgan's.

Morgan hummed, then shifted a little to look over at Reid. "I, uh..." He took a breath. "Spencer..." He scratched his cheek, surprised by a sudden reluctance to suggest what he'd thought was a great idea just a few hours ago. "Could we, ah, try something?"

Reid opened his eyes and blinked at Morgan. He'd thought they were going to sleep, but that didn't appear to be the case. Reid offered a smile, but the hesitance in Morgan's tone was a little worrying. "Sure. What?"

Morgan cleared his throat. "Don't laugh," he ordered, which he realized a moment later was pretty much an open invitation for Reid to laugh at him. "I, uh, I want you to try, you know, getting on me. But talk to me. Just...I want to do that deliberately, see if it helps." He frowned a little, wondering if that made sense.

Reid frowned too, unsure, then kissed Morgan's shoulder. "Are you sure?" He really didn't want to go through what they had last time, but he did want to help Morgan get past his problems. "What-- talk to you about what?"

"Anything that's completely unrelated to what we're doing," Morgan said, hoping he sounded sure and calm. "Like the gross national product of France, or the history of the Silk Road." He shifted a little and nodded, watching Reid.

Reid wondered if he was supposed to attempt affection with Morgan or if he was just supposed to climb on top of Morgan and talk to him. He decided to go with the latter, and if Morgan wanted to take it farther, Morgan could say something. Reid lifted his head to kiss Morgan, willing to do this even if his stomach was tying itself in knots suddenly. "Okay, but tell me if you get uncomfortable as soon as it happens."

"Yeah." Morgan's heart kicked oddly in his chest, but he took a slow breath and kept watching Reid, mostly to reassure himself that Reid really just wanted what was best for him. Reid would never want to hurt him. After a moment, Morgan lifted a hand to stroke Reid's cheek and smiled. He could do this.

Reid nodded and kissed Morgan again, drawing it out with tender swipes of his tongue in hopes that it might calm them both. "Okay, the, ah, first steps in the history of the Silk Road began with Alexander the Great," Reid started, sitting up a little to shift on top of Morgan, slowly and carefully so that he could gauge any sort of negative reaction. "In August of 329 BC, he founded Alexandria Eschate, or--"

Morgan burst out laughing, staring up at Reid. "Um. I didn't mean literally the history of the Silk Road," he said. It had worked at distracting him, though; so far he felt all right. Of course, Reid hadn't actually lowered his weight onto Morgan yet. "Talk about something that interests you and isn't related to our job." He lifted his hands to rest them on Reid's thighs.

Reid frowned for a moment when Morgan laughed, but tried to ignore the tiny surge of embarrassment. He nodded and then tried to think of something. "I-- We spend so much time working," he said, then glanced down at Morgan. He didn't appear to be upset at all. Reid slid his hands down his thighs and laced his fingers with Morgan's, then said the only thing that came to mind. "When I was younger, I was fluent in Klingon." He shrugged.

"Really?" Morgan blinked at him, not sure what to say to that. He wondered if that frown meant he'd offended Reid by laughing. He hadn't meant to, but Reid's taking him literally...was so Reid. "But you're not anymore?" He looked at their joined hands. His breathing hitching a little. This is okay. This is good.

"I can remember the words on the page, but the pronunciation I have to think about now. I had a few friends in college that were really into Star Trek too, except I used to lose them when I started talking about... how the mixing of matter and anti-matter could reasonably power a space ship, that handling the anti-matter, or frozen anti-hydrogen, with magnetic fields and never letting it touch normal matter..." Reid trailed off and looked down at Morgan, then summarized, "I lost them in the quantum chemistry." He cleared his throat. "The, ah, Klingon... it was like... well, it was something I hadn't already learned, and something we were all on the same page about, at least at first." He slowly started to lower his weight onto Morgan, but kept talking. "Anyway, I can say a few things in Klingon now." He cleared his throat. "QuStaH huq?"

Morgan's breathing sped up a little, but the patter of speech was distracting, until Reid switched into Klingon. Morgan stared at him, his fingers tightening a little on Reid's. "Okay, genius, now translate for me." Ironic, since Morgan usually found himself translating Reid for other people. His lips quirked a little at that thought.

"It means 'what's happening?'" Reid ran his thumbs along Morgan's when Morgan's fingers tightened, but Morgan didn't look distressed. "Another useful one is nuqDaq 'oH puchpa 'e'?"

Morgan let out a shaky breath. This wasn't bad. He'd never imagined himself having a conversation about Klingon, but he also wasn't panicking, so he wasn't going to complain. "What's that one mean?" he asked. His mouth was a little dry. That was okay. He let his gaze trace down Reid's neck, looking at where his t-shirt slipped sideways. Morgan wanted to nip that skin right there. That thought sent a jolt of desire through him, which made his heart feel like it had been kicked. He closed his eyes.

"'Where's the bathroom?'" Reid looked down and gave Morgan a lopsided smile, though he had a feeling Morgan was really only indulging this because it was a distraction. "Of course, useful is a relative term. It's probably only really useful on the fictional planet of Qo'noS. Or in a room full of ultra-geeky Trekies."

"Never know when you're gonna end up in a room full of ultra-geeky Trekies," Morgan said, his eyes still closed. "I keep feeling like someone from my high school is gonna show up and revoke my football letter for letting you speak Klingon to me." He opened his eyes then, meeting Reid's gaze to let him know he was joking. He even managed half a smile. This wasn't bad. He could feel his body responding to Reid's proximity, but the conversation was keeping him firmly grounded in the fact that this was Spencer Reid he was in bed with.

Reid laughed a little, squeezing Morgan's hands. "Hey, you signed up for it."

Morgan's smile strengthened. "I did," he agreed. He held Reid's gaze, wanting to take this a step further. He squeezed Reid's hands back, then pulled gently out of Reid's grasp. Watching Reid's face, he slid them up just under the hem of Reid's shirt, his fingers pressing against the warm skin of Reid's stomach. "How do you suppose Klingons say, 'Take this off'?" he said, his voice going a little husky.

Reid thought about that for a moment before he realized what Morgan was actually saying. His mouth went dry. "Morgan..." He wondered if this was a good idea, if Morgan was really ready.

"Just your shirt," Morgan clarified, tugging at the hem a little. "I want to touch you. I want to see you." His breath was coming faster, but it was almost an even mix of nerves and desire. Morgan didn't want to freak out on Reid again, but he was too impatient to try to play it entirely safe. He wanted more than this.

Reid swallowed hard and closed his fingers over Morgan's at the bottom of his shirt. His stomach was knotting again, thinking about what he was going to look like compared to Morgan and whether or not this was a good idea. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, pretty boy, I'm sure." Morgan smiled again, and this time it felt better, more natural. "I trust you, Spencer. We're safe with each other." He brushed his thumbs against Reid's. "You don't have to, but I really want to look at you." He wanted more, but he wasn't going to push too far.

Reid watched Morgan for a moment. It really shouldn't be difficult to take his shirt off. Morgan wasn't wearing his, so it was only fair. But the irrational fear of being laughed at was still there after all these years. He nodded anyway, then licked his lips and drew his shirt off over his head. His chest went tight and his shoulders inched toward his ears a little, but he bit his lip and made himself meet Morgan's gaze.

God. That sent a jolt of heat through Morgan. Reid looked almost timid, vulnerable...Morgan spread his hands and slid them up against Reid's chest. "Beautiful," he whispered, meaning it whole-heartedly. Sure, Reid was skinny and lanky. And he was beautiful. Maybe he was onto something with his talk about perceptions. Beauty in the eye of the beholder, and all that. Morgan didn't care. All he cared about was that he knew, without a doubt, that he wanted Reid. And he liked that.

Reid sucked in a breath, the feel of Morgan's hands against his bare chest sending shivers through him. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about how naked he felt. "You're delusional," he breathed.

"You said it's perception, right?" Morgan said, stroking his thumb along Reid's breastbone. "So my perception is that you're gorgeous. And since you can't perceive what I perceive, you have no basis on which to dispute my claim." He grinned. "I've just out-logiced Dr. Reid."

Reid opened his eyes and frowned down at Morgan, thought there wasn't any heat to it. "Hmn," he hummed, "Let me re-phrase. Your perception is drastically out of step with that of the general populace."

"That doesn't matter, Dr. Reid," Morgan said, his grin widening. "I'm the one whose bed you're in. My opinion is the one that matters." He ran his palms down to press against Reid's belly. "And I happen to know there's a blonde babe in California who agrees with me, so I can't be too far off the mark."

"One person out of over 36 million in the state," Reid said. That was a vast oversimplification - and Reid knew he wasn't unattractive, even if he had never been overly popular - but Reid was distracted again by Morgan's hands. He closed his eyes again because that somehow made it easier to relax.

"Stop arguing with me, Spencer, and kiss me instead," Morgan said. He skated his palms back up, letting his thumbs brush Reid's nipples lightly.

Reid gasped and bit his lip, the brush of Morgan's thumbs sending a shock of desire straight to Reid's groin. Oh, he hadn't expected this to happen. "I didn't know you found Klingon so sexy," he breathed, stalling.

"I find you sexy," Morgan murmured, gazing up at him. He circled his thumbs around Reid's nipples, liking that reaction. "Kiss me."

Reid whimpered softly and licked his lips. It felt so good to let Morgan touch him. Reid wanted it. He wanted more, but the voice in the back of his head kept telling him to be careful. "Morgan, if you keep doing this--"

Enough was enough. Morgan sat up, sliding one arm around Reid's neck and pulling him in for a hungry kiss. His other hand kept teasing at a nipple, because he really liked the way Reid was reacting to that.

Reid moaned in surprise, his arms sliding around Morgan's shoulders, hands clutching at Morgan's back. The rush of lust that followed had him fully hard against Morgan, which was partially what he'd been afraid of, but Morgan didn't withdraw. "God," he panted, trying not to press down as Morgan's hand teased and nibbling at Morgan's lower lip.

"Mmm." Morgan's hummed, a little smug, but he thought that was forgivable, since he'd just managed not to freak out on Reid. He shifted them, fairly smoothly, so Reid was on his back, switching places. Morgan was in control. Reid had never taken that away from him. "Sexy," he murmured against Reid's mouth, and pressed his hips against Reid's.

"Fine, yes, whatever," Reid panted breathlessly, pulling Morgan against him. He shifted automatically, almost instinctively, against Morgan's hips, moaning again. It was amazing, the feeling of Morgan's powerful body against his, the feel of their bare chests touching. He wanted all of it. He wanted all their clothes off, even if the thought was also frightening. He wanted to tell Morgan not to start this if he was going to stop this time, but the words wouldn't form, so he settled for encouraging Morgan another way. "Yes," he whispered, "Yes, Morgan."

Morgan groaned, nibbling and sucking at Reid's jaw as they rocked together. "Spencer," he panted. "Want you." He wasn't even sure quite what he was asking for, but he wanted permission, wanted Reid to know how much he was desired. Heat was pulsing through Morgan's entire body at the feel of Reid under him, Reid's hands on his back.

"You can have anything you want," Reid blurted, the whisper escaping his lips through the haze of passion before he'd even been able to consider what 'anything you want' could mean. Though he trusted Morgan enough that he knew it was a promise he wouldn't take back. He rocked up, tilting his head back to give Morgan more access to his neck as his hands slid, more cautious than the rest of his body, to Morgan's ass, curving against the tight roundness and squeezing lightly.

Morgan groaned again, louder this time as he pressed down again. He felt a brief flash of panic, inspired not by Reid's touch, but by the sudden realization that he had no idea how he wanted to proceed from here. Oh, he knew how it was done--but this was Reid, and Morgan didn't want to leave them both frustrated tonight. He didn't think either of them was ready to fuck, though, and he was quickly losing all ability to think straight.

"Pretty boy," Morgan breathed, lowering his lips to suck at Reid's throat. Hands, he thought hazily, and fumbled one hand between them, tracing the waistline of Reid's pants, dipping just inside as he waited for Reid's reaction.

Reid moaned, pressing up against Morgan's lips and squeezing more with his hands when Morgan didn't seem to mind. His breath went ragged when Morgan's hands slipped inside his pajamas, and he squirmed slightly at the feeling of being touched somewhere new, somewhere so sensitive. He made a whimpery noise and slipped his fingers just under the waist of Morgan's pajamas too.

"God, Reid!" Morgan gasped, a thrill of mingled arousal and anxiety going through him. He scraped his teeth across Reid's skin and slid his hand further, slowly enough that Reid could stop him, until his knuckles grazed Reid's cock.

"Oh," Reid moaned, his mind clicking off completely now. His brows drew together in thought, and his eyes clamped shut, focusing on the way Morgan's hand felt, wanting to really feel this the first time and never forget it. "Morgan," he breathed.

"Sexy," Morgan answered. He curled his fingers around Reid's slender, hard cock, and thought, God, I'm touching Reid's cock! It was a ridiculous thought, and it was full of wonder and excitement that he remembered from the first few women he'd slept with. But this was Reid, which made it more exciting, because he liked Reid. Stop thinking, he told himself, and squeezed gently, rubbing his thumb across the head to smear precome across it.

"Ffff'mmmm," Reid managed, swallowing a curse that felt foreign on his tongue even now. He knew he should be doing something. He should be touching Morgan back, but he couldn't seem to concentrate on anything but the hand that was circling him. "Morgan," he repeated, then his hips jerked automatically at the slickness that spread over the head of his cock, gasping softly.

A smile spread slowly across Morgan's face. He wanted suddenly to make Reid swear. He moaned and sucked harder at Reid's throat, knowing he shouldn't leave a mark, but wanting to anyway. His hand tightened a little, then loosened, and he stroked once, lightly, wanting to witness Reid's reaction to everything. No one else has ever touched him like this, he thought, and it sent a jolt of heat through him.

Reid licked his lips, pressing up against Morgan's mouth with a strangled noise of desire, even as he warned, "Careful." No one had ever left marks on his skin and he wanted Morgan to, but it was dangerous if they were visible. He arched a little at the feel of Morgan's hand, moaning, and let his hands drift forward in Morgan's waistband, past his hips, because he knew he should be touching Morgan back, even if his mind couldn't focus on anything but the way Morgan was touching him.

Morgan hummed in acknowledgment, lowering his mouth to nip further down Reid's neck. He could tell Reid was trying to reciprocate, but maybe this would work better if Reid just enjoyed this his first time. "Relax," he breathed. "Just let me." He set a slow rhythm, stroking gently.

"Mm-hmm," Reid hummed, and let his hands slip from Morgan's pajamas, sliding up Morgan's back. Morgan felt perfect like this, strong and in control, and Reid was more than willing to let Morgan have that control, to surrender to the slowly burning need Morgan was driving into his body.

Pleased that Reid was giving in, Morgan moved his hand a little faster, twisting his wrist a little. He lifted his head to watch Reid's face, his gaze hungry. "Beautiful boy," he murmured. "Spencer."

Reid's brow was still creased, still focusing on this feeling, trying to memorize it. When Morgan pulled away to watch him, his eyes clamped tighter because he knew Morgan was watching him, and he worked at pushing aside the self-consciousness he felt at that. He panted softly and rocked up against Morgan's hand, whimpering.

Reid looked so determined, and so vulnerable. Morgan leaned down again, kissing him tenderly, wanting him to relax a little. At the same time, he stroked faster, wanting to meet Spencer's need. This was amazing--just the idea of Spencer Reid in his bed, writhing in pleasure, was sending shivers of desire through Morgan.

Reid moaned into the kiss, feeling a little less tense with Morgan's lips on him. "Oh, Morgan!" he gasped and pushed up into Morgan's hand as his fingers curled against Morgan's back. His body was quickly humming with pleasure, desperate for more, though Reid was afraid to ask for any more, and he knew he wasn't going to last long anyway. "Morgan."

Gorgeous, Morgan thought, kissing along Reid's jaw to his ear. "Perfect," he whispered, and sucked the earlobe into his mouth, then pulled back, scraping his teeth lightly across the skin. "Spencer." He flicked his thumb across the head of Reid's cock, wanting to drive him across the line, wanting to see the shock of orgasm on Reid's face.

The heat of Morgan's breath in his ear and the tone of Morgan's voice sent a thrill straight down Reid's spine to his cock. Morgan's teeth drove it farther, and Reid writhed against the sheets as pleasure and tension coiled low in his body. He jerked his hips when Morgan's thumb moved over him and moaned louder. "God, Morgan, I--"

"Oh, Spencer, yeah!" Morgan said when Reid came, which struck him as a stupid thing to say a moment later, but he was too absorbed in the thrill of watching Spencer come, feeling it spill across his hand. He gazed at Reid's face, loving the pure, uninhibited pleasure there. Because of me. He was breathless himself, just experiencing this with Reid.

When Reid finally collapsed, it was with no small amount of wonder at having just done this with Morgan. He could barely breathe and his body felt heavy, unmovable. "Mmm'Morgan," he murmured, wanting to smile, but his muscles refused to move at all.

Morgan grinned at him, leaning down to kiss him again. Need was thrumming through him, but he recognized how overwhelmed Reid was just now, so he told his body to be patient. After a moment, he reached over Reid for a tissue to wipe his hand. He took advantage of the motion to kiss Reid again, more slowly. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured against Reid's lips.

"Mm-hmm," Reid agreed, not really meaning to, but hardly caring. He wrapped his arms around Morgan's waist and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. "Thank you," he whispered.

Morgan hummed into the kiss, amused by the fact that Reid had just thanked him. When their lips parted, he smiled. "Trust me when I say it was my pleasure," he murmured, and kissed Reid again.

Reid made a pleased noise. "Mmm, but you haven't-- oh, you haven't--" he said, trying to force the haze away so he could reciprocate and having a hard time of it. His body still didn't really want to move.

"Not yet, but I can wait, pretty boy," Morgan said. He trailed kisses along Reid's jaw, since Reid was hardly up to returning the kisses at the moment. Man, it was a great feeling, to have reduced Spencer Reid to near incoherence.

"Mmm," Reid hummed, liking the way his body still felt tingly and how Morgan was still kissing him. "Nice," he whispered, thinking he might be able to move again soon.

He's not moving any time soon, Morgan thought, and laughed quietly. "Reid, this is a beautiful moment." He sucked lightly on Reid's throat, then kissed his jaw again, settling down against him. His body gave an impatient little jolt, but he just pressed against Reid's hip a little and slid an arm around him.

Reid laid there for a while, unable to reply, but he opened his eyes eventually, not missing the feeling of Morgan's arousal pressed against him. He glanced at Morgan, smiling lazily, and then rolled a little to face Morgan. He could do this, he thought. He knew how to touch himself and he had studied sex. He drew a hand that still felt heavy up Morgan's inner thigh until his knuckles brushed Morgan's cock through his pajamas.

Morgan sucked in a breath at the wave of pleasure that sent through him. "Oh, Reid," he muttered, shifting a little to give him better access. "Yeah, touch me."

Reid smiled softly, but he had sobered a little as his mind went through some of the things he'd read, and remembered what Morgan had just done to him. He had a feeling, considering Morgan hadn't been with a man before, that Morgan had touched Reid the way Morgan liked to be touched. Reid leaned in and kissed Morgan, drawing his tongue along Morgan's, trying to remember as he slipped his hand inside Morgan's pajamas and gripped Morgan's cock.

Morgan's breathing hitched and he curled a hand around the back of Reid's neck, holding him close as they kissed. His hips bucked once, then he forced himself to be still. "Spencer," he whispered against Reid's mouth. He'd expected to be anxious, but all he could focus on was the lust curling through him. Maybe it was because he'd already watched Reid come, maybe it was just because it was Reid. He didn't care. Reid was touching him, and it was wonderful.

Morgan's reaction was encouraging, even though Reid hadn't really done much to Morgan yet. He tried to mimic Morgan's grip on him as best he could and started to stroke slowly, letting his lips travel down over Morgan's throat.

"God, Spencer," Morgan breathed, shivering. He arched his neck, his eyelids falling half-closed. This was Reid touching him. He reveled in that fact, instead of having to remind himself just to get through a patch of anxiety.

Reid sucked and nibbled at Morgan's Adam's apple, humming a pleased noise at the way Morgan was reacting. There was still a tiny voice in his head that questioned whether Morgan was being too nice or not, but he ignored it, wanting to taste more of Morgan. If he was honest, he wanted to taste all of Morgan, which was an idea that both excited and frightened him, and that he wasn't sure was wise. He tightened his hand a little, adding that twisting motion Morgan had used on him, scraping his teeth against Morgan's skin.

Morgan let out a groan, tangling his fingers in Reid's hair and arching up into his touch. This felt so good, and Reid seemed to be enjoying himself so much, it heightened Morgan's enjoyment, too. "Yes!" he hissed.

Reid felt a little emboldened by having just had Morgan get him off, and he slid a little lower, lapping at the hollow between Morgan's collar bones and drawing his tongue along one of them. He hand kept a steady rhythm, pausing to run his thumb over the head of Morgan's cock as Morgan did to him. A jolt of heat ran through him, wondering how low Morgan would let him go, wondering how the slickness against his thumb tasted. He could do it, he told himself, if Morgan would allow it.

"Ah, yes!" Morgan gasped, jerking a little at the pleasure that sent through him. He liked how bold Reid was being, and how attentive. Morgan's breath had gone ragged with wanting. He forced himself to loosen his fingers, smoothing them over Reid's hair instead of tugging. "Good."

Reid's mind was busy, focused, wanting to make Morgan feel good, and not make a fool out of himself in the process. He ducked his head farther, drawing his tongue over one of Morgan's nipples, circling it around and liking the difference in texture there. That was something you couldn't get out of a book, nor could you know how it felt against your tongue when that nipple hardened under your ministrations. Reid couldn't help smiling softly to himself.

Morgan let out a shuddery breath and gripped Reid's hair again, then stroked his fingers down to play along Reid's shoulder. "God, Reid, that's--oh yeah--" he panted. It flashed through his mind that Reid was a fast learner, which was followed immediately by amusement--he's a genius--and then faded into pure arousal.

"Mmm," Reid hummed, then moved to the other nipple so Morgan wasn't left feeling lopsided. He kissed across Morgan's chest, and then slowly, very slowly, started to work his lips lower as his hand still moved over Morgan in firm strokes. His chest tightened a bit though, and he waited for any sign Morgan might be uncomfortable as he tried to ease his own nerves. It's anatomy. I know anatomy. I understand this cognitively; there's no reason I shouldn't be able to do it.

It struck Morgan, when Reid's lips reached his stomach, what Reid's intention was. Morgan's breath caught in his throat and he lifted his head enough to look down at Reid, wondering if Reid really wanted to, or if he was just being nice. "Wait--" he managed, his voice a little slurry with pleasure. "You don't have to."

That made Reid's chest go tighter and his heart do funny things against his ribs. He also felt his face go hot... but he had been expecting Morgan to say something. His hand stilled on Morgan and he turned his cheek against Morgan's stomach, facing away from Morgan, trying to steady his breath. "I know... I want to," he whispered. "But if you don't want me to..."

Morgan's eyebrows lowered, then went back up. "God, yes!" he said, watching Reid with a new hunger in his gaze. "I--Yeah, I want you to." I think. Man, don't freak out, he told himself. Don't turn down a blow job. Please don't freak out. He stroked his fingers through Reid's hair, still watching.

Reid nodded against Morgan's stomach and turned his head to kiss Morgan's skin again, liking the way the lines of muscle felt under his tongue. His nerves were slowly getting the best of him, though, and he wasn't really sure how to say what he was thinking... that Morgan had been with a lot of people before Reid. Reid's stomach flipped. God, he hoped Morgan wasn't going to be offended. "Morgan?" he whispered.

"Yeah?" Morgan's eyebrows lowered a little. Reid didn't feel like he had to do this, did he? Had Morgan pressured him somehow?

Reid licked his lips and glanced up at Morgan, feeling a little awkward. "Ah... Have you... been careful?"

Morgan's eyebrows went back up and he let out a quiet laugh. "Oh. Oh, yeah, very. Use protection. I even get tested, you know? I'm clean." It occurred to him it might have been more responsible of him to have told Reid that from the beginning.

Reid nodded, pressing his face to Morgan's stomach again. "Statistically speaking, I know that more women across the world are dying from many of the more common sexually transmitted diseases than men, but it's still..." Reid trailed off. He still did want to suck Morgan, so he realized belatedly that a lecture on STD statistics wasn't going to do very much for them. He kissed Morgan's skin. "How recently were you tested?"

"It's been a few months," Morgan said. He let out a breath and slumped back against the bed. "But it'd been about that long before that since I've been with anyone." He felt a bizarre embarrassment about that, though he suspected it had something to do with Reid, even before Morgan had recognized his own feelings.

Reid nodded again. "Okay," he whispered. "I just... had to ask." He wasn't sure what was causing the flipping of his stomach anymore, the topic of conversation or the fact the he was shifting a little lower now, drawing his tongue along one defined ab muscle with a little groan.

Morgan sifted his fingers through Reid's hair. "I should have said something," he said, his voice catching at the feel of Reid's tongue. "Oh, Reid..."

Reid's lips curled a little at that reaction, but then suddenly what he was about to do hit him again. You know how to do this. You've read about it. You've seen pornography, he thought, and kissed lower.

Humming in pleasure, Morgan lifted his head again to look down at Reid. Something about the unromantic nature of that conversation had calmed his nerves a bit, leaving him more able to freely enjoy what Reid was doing. "Beautiful," he breathed.

Reid was tempted to reach up and put his finger over Morgan's mouth, but he refrained. As his lips worked over Morgan's skin, his hand moved to push Morgan's pajamas down just enough. He slid farther down, kissing Morgan's abdomen, suddenly realizing that not one of his books had explained how exactly he was supposed to fit all of that in his mouth. Morgan was thicker than Reid, though Reid couldn't tell if he was longer or not, and Reid could still feel Morgan's eyes on him. That wasn't in his studies either. He breathed a nervous laugh against Morgan's skin. "You're going to watch me?" he whispered.

Morgan's eyebrows went up again. "I'm not allowed?" he asked, but he decided to take pity on Reid. He'd never done this. He'd never done this, and he wanted Morgan. With a quick little exhalation, Morgan dropped his head back against the pillow, his fingers tightening a little in Reid's hair. Need was racing through his veins. "God, Spencer," he breathed.

Reid glanced up at Morgan, glad he wasn't looking anymore because it allowed Reid a moment to actually look at Morgan's penis and decide the best way to proceed. It was nearly impossible to believe he was doing this. After this long and with the added demands of his job, Reid had almost given up on ever doing this with someone else. He curled his fingers around the base of Morgan's cock. Okay, he knew there was a heavier concentration of nerve endings in and around the head, so he supposed it probably wasn't too terrible if he couldn't fit all of Morgan in his mouth. After a moment, he realize he may be hesitating a moment too long and drew his tongue along Morgan's shaft. The mingled excitement and fear that bubbled up inside of him was instantaneous and amazing.

"Fuck!" Morgan gasped, his entire body going taut with the sudden wash of pleasure--teasing, rather than satisfying, but man, was it good, anyway! His heart sped up again, but the pleasure far outweighed the lingering anxiety that he might freak out again. "Oh, Spencer..."

Reid gasped softly, not having expected Morgan to be quite so enthusiastic. Reid had, on occasion, guiltily watched porn, and the men in those videos never seemed quite this excited. It was encouraging, to say the least. He drew a deep breath and slipped his lips over the head of Morgan's cock, sucking lightly and staring down the rest of it with mild trepidation. Still, this felt good. Reid liked the way the hardness felt against his tongue. It felt amazing to be giving Morgan this sort of pleasure, and he had to ignore the curious and eager voice in his head that wanted Morgan to do this to him, too, so he wouldn't have to guess about how what he was doing felt.

Morgan whimpered a little, because Reid's enthusiasm was obvious, even if he was inexperienced, and enthusiastic blow jobs were miles better than grudging ones. He shifted a little so he could run his fingers over Reid's skin encouragingly. Apparently his genius typed more things than just "death" into search engines, because he couldn't just do this without having found internet porn or something. "Reid..." he murmured, letting his eyes fall closed to keep from watching him.

"Mmm-hmm," Reid hummed around Morgan's cock, then drew a deep breath and started to slide his lips down, taking Morgan as deeply as he could, which wasn't all the way but respectable enough, Reid thought. He sucked a bit as he pulled back, then repeated it, getting used to the slide of Morgan's prick between his lips. God, it felt good, better than there was any logical reason for it to feel.

Morgan hissed at the pleasure that hum sent through him. "Do that again!" he ordered, hoping Reid didn't mind a little direction. Oh, man, he wasn't going to be able to go to work again without thinking about this, this incredible sensation, and Reid... He lifted his head to look, because he just couldn't resist any longer. A hungry noise escaped him at the sight of Reid's lips stretched around his cock, the disheveled hair spilling around Reid's face.

Reid frowned in concentration, wondering what part of what he just did he was supposed to do again. He bobbed his head a few more times, trying to ignore the jolt of self-consciousness at being watched, before he remembered what he thought must have elicited that response. He hummed again, drawing back to the head of Morgan's cock to breathe freely for a moment.

"Nnnh," Morgan managed, his breath shuddering in and out of his lungs. God, he was close already, which was ridiculous, but Reid was giving all his attention to what he was doing, and it was gorgeous. Morgan tensed, trying to give himself a little more time.

Morgan seemed to like the noise around his cock, which Reid had never considered and didn't have time to analyze at the moment. Instead, he hummed again, sucking Morgan's cock a little harder. He tried to refocus on anatomy and flicked his tongue at Morgan's frenulum, remembering how sensitive it was supposed to be, then drawing his tongue along the ridged band before ducking his head to take Morgan again.

Morgan gasped and whimpered, his fingers sliding into Reid's hair again. "Spencer," he panted, the pleasure almost too much to stand. "Close--God, almost there--" His chest was heaving as he watched Reid, unable to drag his gaze away.

The warning sent a jolt of excitement through Reid and he sucked a little harder. He thought that this had gone fairly well considering his inexperience, and suddenly realized that even if he wanted to taste Morgan, he didn't want to screw this up by choking or sputtering as Morgan came. He took Morgan into his mouth a few more times, humming softly, and then pulled back, moving to stroke Morgan hard and fast.

"God!" Morgan yelped, letting his head drop back against the bed. His hips jerked once, then he forced them to be still, though his entire body strained for release. "Spencer--Spence--" he managed, and then he came, all his breath escaping in one long groan. Afterwards he went limp, panting.

That? Was amazing. In the grand scheme of things that Reid had done in his life, he knew giving Derek Morgan an orgasm really shouldn't rate so high. But the tense lines of Morgan's body and the hot fluid spilling over Reid's hand, then the way Morgan's body fell, sated, against the bed, was just gorgeous. "Morgan," he whispered, settling next to Morgan, but leaving his hand where it was, because he had no idea where that tissue had materialized from before.

"Oh, God, that was fantastic," Morgan breathed, rolling his head to one side and giving Reid a broad, lazy smile. "Spencer, tell me the truth," he said, watching him from half-lidded eyes. "You've discovered internet porn, haven't you?"

Reid was grinning at Morgan, liking the expression on his face, but when Morgan finished, he ducked his head, pressing his cheek to Morgan's shoulder. The smile didn't fade, but for a moment it felt like it wasn't sure it wanted to stay on Reid's face. "I'm a perfectly healthy adult male." One that until recently had little other sexual outlet.

"Hey, I'm not complaining," Morgan said, laughing quietly. He stretched enough to kiss Reid languidly, one hand coming up to stroke his hair. "That was great."

Reid hummed unto the kiss, then sighed happily, though he was still a little embarrassed. "I'm glad."

"Mm-hmm." Morgan shifted a little to kiss Reid more easily, then pulled back, breathing deeply. "There's a box of tissues behind you by the pillow." He could already feel sleep pulling at him, his body drugged with orgasm and contentment.

"Mmm," Reid hummed, then shifted a little to get a tissue and wipe them both off. As he finished, he trailed kisses over Morgan's throat, too excited by this new thing he'd just done to sleep, but knowing they would need to and trying to calm his mind anyway.

Morgan stretched lazily, giving Reid access to his throat and enjoying the contact. He supposed there would be more awkward moments, the further they took things, but this had been wonderful. "You're intoxicating," he murmured, slipping an arm around Reid to stroke up and down his spine.

Reid laughed and settled his head on Morgan's shoulder. "You're only saying that because of what I just did," he breathed, trailing his fingertips over Morgan's side and breathing in a deep breath to try and relax.

"No, I'm saying that because I seem to have become addicted to the way I feel when I'm around you," Morgan murmured. He turned his head and kissed Reid's hair, shifting a little to hold him closer.

Reid's smile grew stronger, and he tightened his hold on Morgan, feeling ridiculously happy.


Part Eight