At the mercy of your palm & Slow Blues (Morgan/Reid; NC-17)
At the mercy of your palm
Morgan/Reid | NC-17 (FRAO) | Coda, somewhat, to True Night (3x10) | kink (spanking) | ca. 1,500 words | written for the CM Kink Meme
Morgan shows Reid that he's not just all talk. Set immediately after the episode.
Prompt/Notes: The original prompt was Morgan/Reid: spanking, dirty talk. I popped my CM fic cherry with these two ficlets, so hi! Both are unbeta'd, so if there are any mistakes, please feel free to point them out!
No copyright infringement intended. Feedback/concrit is appreciated. Please enjoy!
Derek's practically running up the stairs to Spencer's apartment.
They returned from LA earlier and after finishing their reports - the McHale case still fresh on their minds - Spencer invited him to dinner. Cooking in Spencer's case mostly means heating up whatever frozen stuff he happens to keep in the freezer at the given time, but Derek's not complaining. He's here to spend time with his boyfriend, not to eat a multi-course meal, fancy restaurant style.
He just hopes that the bottle of red wine he's carrying goes with whatever Spencer's got prepared. He picked it up while he walked Clooney and all the way from his house, he contemplated whether he better hadn't chosen a white one. Now it's too late for that.
Once he reaches the front door, he briefly wonders whether he should let himself in with the key Spencer gave him three months ago or whether he should go the conventional way and knock. In the end, he knocks. It's not that Derek's too lazy to search for the key, no; he wants to see that smile Spencer always gives him when he opens the door.
And there it is.
It's almost shy at first, but then it grows. So much that Derek wonders whether Spencer's face hurts from grinning so broadly.
"Hi there, pretty boy," Derek greets, gladly entering the apartment as Spencer motions for him to step in.
"Hi," Spencer continues grinning.
Derek is thoughtful enough to set the bottle down on the little table in the hallway before Spencer presses against him and claims his mouth in a passionate kiss. Spencer's tongue immediately nudges at Derek's lips, demanding entrance to the wet heat. Derek still remembers what their first kiss was like; awkward and leaving plenty of room for improvement. Spencer didn't really know what to do with himself and Derek was a little too drunk to lead the way. Ever since, they've done plenty of practicing and Spencer being the genius he is, learned incredibly quickly.
"We should eat," Spencer says as he pulls away. His eyes are hungry and his mouth wet and swollen from where Derek bit at his lip. It makes Derek want to kiss him again right away.
"I'd rather eat you," he whispers and only when Spencer grins broadly, Derek realizes the underlying meaning of what he just said.
"Okay, stop talking so much then and take me to bed," Spencer laughs.
He shrieks when Derek takes him by surprise, grabbing him and carrying him to the bedroom. Spencer continues laughing, happy and carefree, and when Derek practically throws him onto the bed, there's an incredibly hungry look on his face. Derek's getting hard just from all those dirty promises.
With a grin, he crawls up the bed, along Spencer's lean form. He drops kisses and little bites here and there and once he reaches Spencer's face, he says seductively, "The things I wanna do to you, pretty boy."
Spencer's mouth comes up and captures Derek's again. He claims Derek with an aggressive kiss, all control and desperate want. Derek loves when Spencer's like that, loosening up and finally taking what he needs instead of waiting for someone to give it to him. He bites at Derek's lower lip, just short of painful, his tongue stroking a ruthless rhythm in Derek's mouth.
Derek's definitely fully aroused now and judging by Spencer's expression when he stops attacking Derek's mouth, Spencer's right there with him. "All talk, Derek. What about some more action?"
All talk. Don't listen to him, Garcia, he's all talk.
Derek remembers the context of Spencer's words; when they returned from LA and he told Penelope to wait until he'd be back to fix her chair. Remembers Spencer giving him a fierce look and teasing him, earning himself a playful whack on the head. He remembers what he threatened Penelope with.
A spanking.
It gives Derek ideas. He grins to himself.
"All right then," he whispers and undresses both Spencer and himself.
Derek takes his time worshipping Spencer's skinny frame with his hands and mouth. He knows that Spencer is extremely conscious about the way he looks, about how he can't seem to put on any weight - fat or muscle alike - so Derek takes his time in showing him over and over again just how gorgeous he thinks Spencer is.
The more comfortable they've become in bed with each other, the more vocal Spencer became about what he enjoys and what not so much. Derek is currently sucking Spencer's nipples while gently massaging Spencer's balls in his palm with just the right pressure. Kissing and licking his way back up to Spencer's neck, to his ear, Derek whispers, "I wanna try something, baby boy. Do you trust me?"
"I, uh. You know I do," Spencer groans.
After that it all happens pretty fast. Derek sits up, grabs Spencer by the waist and pulls him in his lap. Naked ass in the air. Spencer trembles and Derek doesn't lose any time before he brings his flat palm down to Spencer's butt. Spencer yelps and jumps, probably mostly startled by the loud smack and not the pain. Derek didn't spank him that hard. Spencer squirms but Derek keeps him firmly in place, leaving him nowhere to go.
Another smack, this time on the other cheek. Two more and Spencer's ass is turning a rosy shade of red.
Derek wants to ask whether this is okay; they've never done anything like this before. But Spencer's dick is still hard against Derek's thigh and he knows that Spencer would tell him to stop if he wanted him to. So instead, he brings his palm down again. There's a loud groan and Derek can't tell whether it was his or Spencer's.
"Does this get you hot, pretty boy?" Derek teases.
Spencer must be sore by now. His ass cheeks feel like fire under Derek's hands and he's squirming desperately in Derek's lap. Another smack and Derek moans, "Turn you on when I spank your tight little ass?"
Derek is definitely turned on, his own dick so hard. Spencer buries his face in the crook of his arms, his groans muffled. He presses down against Derek's leg, rubbing his erection against Derek's thigh for friction.
"You're such a naughty boy," Derek says, stroking his hand over Spencer's abused ass cheeks. He can only guess how the touch feels for Spencer.
"Oh yes, Derek, yes," Spencer moans, his writhing more desperate now.
"I'm gonna make sure you'll feel me for days. Each time you sit down," Derek promises, accompanied by another smack. "Once I'm done spanking you, I'll fuck your tight, little ass."
Spencer seems quite fond of the idea. He's reduced to whimpers and desperate whines while his humping movements get more and more frenetic. "Derek, please."
Derek knows Spencer is close to orgasm. He never would have thought that Spencer had a naughty side. It's a definite turn on, especially when he thinks about all the other things Spencer might be willing to try out. Spencer gasps when Derek spanks him particularly hard.
"So red, you should see yourself. God, you're so hot, baby boy," Derek groans.
One more smack and Spencer spasms underneath Derek's hands with a loud shout. There's wetness against Derek's thigh, telling him that Spencer just came from being spanked. Spencer immediately tries to hide his face, but Derek turns him over and forces Spencer to look at him. Spencer gasps when being rolled onto his back and Derek only then remembers that Spencer really is sore.
He claims Spencer's lips in a fierce kiss, pushing his tongue into Spencer's mouth aggressively. He's still hard and when he lies down on top of Spencer, Spencer pushes a thigh between Derek's legs, firmly pressing against his erection.
"You're so gorgeous. So hot," Derek groans, because really, there is no too often when it comes to telling your boyfriend these things. "I love that you let me do that. Love that you trust me so much."
"Derek, will you just shut up and let me get you off already?" Spencer interrupts. The shove he gives Derek's chest isn't hard but Derek lets him push him onto his back anyway so that Spencer is on top of him.
Spencer doesn't waste any time as he crawls down Derek's body and takes his dick in his mouth. He licks tentatively at the head first, nips at the shaft and teases Derek's balls with his agile fingers just like he knows Derek likes it. It never takes Derek long to come when Spencer's got his mouth on him, but this time, it's a joke. Spencer doesn't even have the chance to swallow him down before Derek comes.
Collapsing next to Derek, Spencer beams, "That was fun."
Derek laughs and pulls Spencer flush against his chest. There are a million things on his mind, about love and trust and mind-blowing sex, but for now, he thinks it's best to enjoy the magical post-coital glow. He strokes over Spencer's butt gently, drawing a soft gasp from Spencer as he caresses the hot skin.
"We should eat," Derek suggests.
But Spencer snickers and bites at Derek's shoulder, "I'd rather have an encore with you."
Who's Derek to object?
Slow Blues
Morgan/Reid | R (FRM) | no spoilers | no warnings | ca. 1,700 words | written for the CM Kink Meme
A bully from Reid's past recognizes him while Morgan and Reid are out interviewing potential witnesses at a club. When the bully starts making fun of Reid for not being able to get a date back in the day, Morgan steps up and pretends to be Reid's boyfriend. Somehow, it all ends in making out and slow-dancing.
Prompt/Notes: Just like the fic above, this is unbeta'd. Please feel free to point out any mistakes.
The last person Reid had anticipated to run into at the club was Stuart Westerhof, high school bully extraordinaire. Morgan and he are here to talk to the staff, the bartenders in particular, in relation to their latest case. They're chasing an unsub who seduces women at a club, then abducts and rapes them, only to kill them 48 hours later. He's not sure why Hotch thought it was a good idea to send them here in the middle of the night, but what he does know is that he doesn't want Stuart Westerhof to notice him.
They're not even in Vegas, so really, Westerhof has no reason to be here. Of course, Reid knows that, logically, there are a million reasons why Westerhof is here in Portland instead - job, vacation, visiting family - but as memories and pictures of being tormented during high school fog his brain, it becomes harder and harder to think logically.
His forehead and palms begin to sweat and he knows that it's only partly because of the combination of heat in the club and his apparently inappropriate outfit. He's just turning around to go find Morgan and ask him to leave when he hears a voice calling out, "Reid? Reid! Hey, Reid!"
Then there's a hand around his arm. Almost immediately, Reid goes into shock, frozen to the spot. His whole body tenses and as he turns around slowly, he finds Westerhof grinning at him, that sadistic grin that is irrevocably linked to endless taunting, public humiliation and punches in the face in his brain. He tries to pull his arm back but Westerhof's grip is strong. For a second, Reid contemplates pretending he didn't know who Westerhof was, but then again, he knows he's not going to fool his former tormentor.
"Reid, it's been a while," Westerhof grins, ever as creepy. "What a surprise!"
"I- I, I'm sorry. I gotta, I gotta go," Reid stammers and jerks his arm to no avail.
"Ah Reid, still the same old wuss," Westerhof laughs. "All by yourself? Where's your date? Oh, right. You never get any! Just like in high school."
Reid's close to panicking. The torment brings back some very unpleasant memories he fights so hard to keep locked in the far corner of his brain. He's anticipating a shove or maybe the hand around his arm to tighten painfully next. In the pit of his stomach, he's got the feeling that this isn't going to end well. He tries to yank his arm free again and gives Westerhof what he considers to be an intimidating glare. When Westerhof laughs maliciously Reid knows it's not working.
Westerhof opens his mouth to say something else, to taunt Reid some more but thankfully he never gets the chance.
"There you are, pretty boy," Morgan says, all of a sudden right next to Reid. "I've been looking for you."
A miracle Reid thinks. Westerhof gives Reid and Morgan a perplexed look and when Reid glances to the side, he sees Morgan glare at Westerhof. It leads to Westerhof letting go of Reid's arm right away and only now, Reid realizes how tight the grip was. He rubs a hand over his sore flesh. Morgan puts his arm around Reid and when he pulls him close, so close that Reid's pressed against his chest, Reid doesn't object. He doesn't object either when Morgan even goes as far as kissing the side of his head. Even though it does send Reid almost into a different kind of shock.
Reid never made a big secret of his bisexuality and he certainly recognizes an attractive man when he sees one. And Derek Morgan definitely counts as attractive by Reid's standards.
"Uh, didn't- didn't know you had a boyfriend, Reid," Westerhof stammers. He takes a step back from them when Morgan just keeps staring him down.
"There a problem with that?" Morgan asks, straightening up. Reid knows he does it to appear even more intimidating. Though, judging by Westerhof's expression, the intimidation is working fine without Morgan making himself seem bigger and more dangerous than he is. When Reid leans into Morgan a little more, he tells himself that he's just playing along and making their lie more believable.
Westerhof quickly shakes his head and excuses himself even before Morgan can say, "Now excuse us while I go enjoy myself with my boyfriend. It's our song."
Reid watches Westerhof head straight to the bar where he meets with a group of men Reid doesn't recognize. But as he keeps looking in Reid and Morgan's direction, it doesn't help to solve Reid's unease.
He's just turning to Morgan to thank him for the interference when Morgan pushes him toward the dance floor.
"What are you doing?" Reid almost shrieks.
"Pretending to be your boyfriend by dancing with you, genius," Morgan laughs. It's a warm, gentle laugh, not sneering like Westerhof's.
Reid's cheeks feel hot and he's quite sure he's blushing badly. Derek Morgan definitely counts as attractive man in Reid's book and he's not convinced that slow-dancing with him is such a good idea. Recently, he's caught himself watching Morgan more often, watching him differently. This is really not good.
"Maybe we should just go," Reid suggests.
But apparently Morgan disagrees. "Listen, Reid. We still have a few potential witnesses to talk to. Besides, what's wrong with having a little fun?"
Morgan smiles and Reid never really noticed just how beautiful Morgan's smile is.
"We'll dance a bit, let your jock friend believe we're boyfriends and then we'll finish our business," Morgan suggests. And Reid has no valid arguments to object.
Reid doesn't recognize the song, but then he hasn't particularly paid attention to billboard charts. Unless it's a classic hit that his mother would listen to, he's unlikely to know it. Morgan seems to know it though as he softly sings along.
"I- I-," Reid stammers once they're on the middle of the dance floor, "I don't even know how to dance."
Thankfully Morgan doesn't laugh. Reid knows ballroom dancing but he doubts a waltz or foxtrot is appropriate for this kind of music. Morgan smiles, warm and gentle again, and puts his arms around Reid's middle. With one smooth motion, he pulls Reid close so that their bodies are pressed together. Reid starts squirming, unfamiliar with a situation like this.
Morgan either doesn't notice or - and this is a lot more likely - he chooses to ignore it and whispers in Reid's ear, "Then let me guide you."
With a soft swing of his hips, he sets them in motion. Reid doesn't know what to do so he awkwardly puts his hands on Morgan's shoulders, feeling his body heat through the thin t-shirt, the firm muscles underneath his palms. Morgan pulls him even closer - Reid didn't think that was even possible.
Reid practically clings to Morgan as their chests touch and their thighs brush against each other every now and then. The movements send sparks through Reid's body, doing things to him that he thinks he has no right to feel. Morgan's his co-worker, his friend and even though Reid has a growing interest in him, he'd never act on it. It's tremendously unprofessional.
But his body seems to appreciate the given stimuli, reacting in a way that could become very embarrassing for Reid very soon. He tries to detach from Morgan but Morgan only tightens his grip around him. When the beat of the song picks up, Morgan pushes a thigh between Reid's.
Reid gasps; he's half-hard and he knows that Morgan can feel it.
That's when Morgan's hands start wandering. One slides from the middle of Reid's back further down, further down and further down. It almost sends Reid into another shock before it comes to a rest just barely above his ass, in the little dip right above the swell of his cheeks. The other hand moves to Reid's face, underneath his chin. Morgan tilts his face up and places a soft kiss on his lips.
Reid doesn't move. He can't.
Morgan is kissing him. Derek Morgan is dancing with him, pressing his lips to Reid's. His colleague Morgan.
"Relax, pretty boy," Morgan whispers, his mouth right next to Reid's ear. Reid can feel his hot breath against his skin and it makes him shiver violently. Morgan doesn't stop the swaying, grinding his thigh against Reid's erection. Reid shudders again and presses down, practically riding Morgan's thigh. He knows this is a bad idea but he can't help it; carnal desires overruling all logic.
Morgan kisses him again. This time with more passion, with more fire and Reid just can't hold back anymore. He responds hungrily, opening his mouth to meet Morgan's tongue. It's hot and wet and pretty much perfect. Reid continues writhing against Morgan's thigh, even as the music slows down. When Morgan pulls away, a desperate whimper escapes Reid's throat.
Morgan looks at him with big eyes. He places both hands on Reid's face and pulls him close for another kiss.
"I'm sorry, I usually don't do it like that," he says softly.
Reid's perplexed. Just seconds ago, he was grinding against Morgan's thigh and all of a sudden, Morgan is talking in riddles. "What?"
"I usually don't do slow-dancing and making out before I've taken my interest to dinner. I should've done this properly and treated you to dinner first, Reid," Morgan explains. There's something sincere in his eyes, almost as if he were scared to destroy whatever might happen between the two of them by moving too fast.
But for Reid, it can't go fast enough. He's still hard and looking at Morgan's face, he clearly sees the mutual attraction. He's not going to let Morgan jeopardize everything because of whatever rules he believes he needs to follow. "Maybe we need to speed the process up then. How do you feel about take out from the all-night diner we passed by earlier and then dessert in my hotel room?"
Morgan grins. "Sounds like a plan to me."
He puts his arm around Reid again and pulls him off the dance floor. When they pass by Stuart Westerhof on their way out, there's a dumbstruck expression on his face.
Reid doesn't think knowing that you're going to get laid has ever felt better.
Morgan/Reid | NC-17 (FRAO) | Coda, somewhat, to True Night (3x10) | kink (spanking) | ca. 1,500 words | written for the CM Kink Meme
Morgan shows Reid that he's not just all talk. Set immediately after the episode.
Prompt/Notes: The original prompt was Morgan/Reid: spanking, dirty talk. I popped my CM fic cherry with these two ficlets, so hi! Both are unbeta'd, so if there are any mistakes, please feel free to point them out!
No copyright infringement intended. Feedback/concrit is appreciated. Please enjoy!
Derek's practically running up the stairs to Spencer's apartment.
They returned from LA earlier and after finishing their reports - the McHale case still fresh on their minds - Spencer invited him to dinner. Cooking in Spencer's case mostly means heating up whatever frozen stuff he happens to keep in the freezer at the given time, but Derek's not complaining. He's here to spend time with his boyfriend, not to eat a multi-course meal, fancy restaurant style.
He just hopes that the bottle of red wine he's carrying goes with whatever Spencer's got prepared. He picked it up while he walked Clooney and all the way from his house, he contemplated whether he better hadn't chosen a white one. Now it's too late for that.
Once he reaches the front door, he briefly wonders whether he should let himself in with the key Spencer gave him three months ago or whether he should go the conventional way and knock. In the end, he knocks. It's not that Derek's too lazy to search for the key, no; he wants to see that smile Spencer always gives him when he opens the door.
And there it is.
It's almost shy at first, but then it grows. So much that Derek wonders whether Spencer's face hurts from grinning so broadly.
"Hi there, pretty boy," Derek greets, gladly entering the apartment as Spencer motions for him to step in.
"Hi," Spencer continues grinning.
Derek is thoughtful enough to set the bottle down on the little table in the hallway before Spencer presses against him and claims his mouth in a passionate kiss. Spencer's tongue immediately nudges at Derek's lips, demanding entrance to the wet heat. Derek still remembers what their first kiss was like; awkward and leaving plenty of room for improvement. Spencer didn't really know what to do with himself and Derek was a little too drunk to lead the way. Ever since, they've done plenty of practicing and Spencer being the genius he is, learned incredibly quickly.
"We should eat," Spencer says as he pulls away. His eyes are hungry and his mouth wet and swollen from where Derek bit at his lip. It makes Derek want to kiss him again right away.
"I'd rather eat you," he whispers and only when Spencer grins broadly, Derek realizes the underlying meaning of what he just said.
"Okay, stop talking so much then and take me to bed," Spencer laughs.
He shrieks when Derek takes him by surprise, grabbing him and carrying him to the bedroom. Spencer continues laughing, happy and carefree, and when Derek practically throws him onto the bed, there's an incredibly hungry look on his face. Derek's getting hard just from all those dirty promises.
With a grin, he crawls up the bed, along Spencer's lean form. He drops kisses and little bites here and there and once he reaches Spencer's face, he says seductively, "The things I wanna do to you, pretty boy."
Spencer's mouth comes up and captures Derek's again. He claims Derek with an aggressive kiss, all control and desperate want. Derek loves when Spencer's like that, loosening up and finally taking what he needs instead of waiting for someone to give it to him. He bites at Derek's lower lip, just short of painful, his tongue stroking a ruthless rhythm in Derek's mouth.
Derek's definitely fully aroused now and judging by Spencer's expression when he stops attacking Derek's mouth, Spencer's right there with him. "All talk, Derek. What about some more action?"
All talk. Don't listen to him, Garcia, he's all talk.
Derek remembers the context of Spencer's words; when they returned from LA and he told Penelope to wait until he'd be back to fix her chair. Remembers Spencer giving him a fierce look and teasing him, earning himself a playful whack on the head. He remembers what he threatened Penelope with.
A spanking.
It gives Derek ideas. He grins to himself.
"All right then," he whispers and undresses both Spencer and himself.
Derek takes his time worshipping Spencer's skinny frame with his hands and mouth. He knows that Spencer is extremely conscious about the way he looks, about how he can't seem to put on any weight - fat or muscle alike - so Derek takes his time in showing him over and over again just how gorgeous he thinks Spencer is.
The more comfortable they've become in bed with each other, the more vocal Spencer became about what he enjoys and what not so much. Derek is currently sucking Spencer's nipples while gently massaging Spencer's balls in his palm with just the right pressure. Kissing and licking his way back up to Spencer's neck, to his ear, Derek whispers, "I wanna try something, baby boy. Do you trust me?"
"I, uh. You know I do," Spencer groans.
After that it all happens pretty fast. Derek sits up, grabs Spencer by the waist and pulls him in his lap. Naked ass in the air. Spencer trembles and Derek doesn't lose any time before he brings his flat palm down to Spencer's butt. Spencer yelps and jumps, probably mostly startled by the loud smack and not the pain. Derek didn't spank him that hard. Spencer squirms but Derek keeps him firmly in place, leaving him nowhere to go.
Another smack, this time on the other cheek. Two more and Spencer's ass is turning a rosy shade of red.
Derek wants to ask whether this is okay; they've never done anything like this before. But Spencer's dick is still hard against Derek's thigh and he knows that Spencer would tell him to stop if he wanted him to. So instead, he brings his palm down again. There's a loud groan and Derek can't tell whether it was his or Spencer's.
"Does this get you hot, pretty boy?" Derek teases.
Spencer must be sore by now. His ass cheeks feel like fire under Derek's hands and he's squirming desperately in Derek's lap. Another smack and Derek moans, "Turn you on when I spank your tight little ass?"
Derek is definitely turned on, his own dick so hard. Spencer buries his face in the crook of his arms, his groans muffled. He presses down against Derek's leg, rubbing his erection against Derek's thigh for friction.
"You're such a naughty boy," Derek says, stroking his hand over Spencer's abused ass cheeks. He can only guess how the touch feels for Spencer.
"Oh yes, Derek, yes," Spencer moans, his writhing more desperate now.
"I'm gonna make sure you'll feel me for days. Each time you sit down," Derek promises, accompanied by another smack. "Once I'm done spanking you, I'll fuck your tight, little ass."
Spencer seems quite fond of the idea. He's reduced to whimpers and desperate whines while his humping movements get more and more frenetic. "Derek, please."
Derek knows Spencer is close to orgasm. He never would have thought that Spencer had a naughty side. It's a definite turn on, especially when he thinks about all the other things Spencer might be willing to try out. Spencer gasps when Derek spanks him particularly hard.
"So red, you should see yourself. God, you're so hot, baby boy," Derek groans.
One more smack and Spencer spasms underneath Derek's hands with a loud shout. There's wetness against Derek's thigh, telling him that Spencer just came from being spanked. Spencer immediately tries to hide his face, but Derek turns him over and forces Spencer to look at him. Spencer gasps when being rolled onto his back and Derek only then remembers that Spencer really is sore.
He claims Spencer's lips in a fierce kiss, pushing his tongue into Spencer's mouth aggressively. He's still hard and when he lies down on top of Spencer, Spencer pushes a thigh between Derek's legs, firmly pressing against his erection.
"You're so gorgeous. So hot," Derek groans, because really, there is no too often when it comes to telling your boyfriend these things. "I love that you let me do that. Love that you trust me so much."
"Derek, will you just shut up and let me get you off already?" Spencer interrupts. The shove he gives Derek's chest isn't hard but Derek lets him push him onto his back anyway so that Spencer is on top of him.
Spencer doesn't waste any time as he crawls down Derek's body and takes his dick in his mouth. He licks tentatively at the head first, nips at the shaft and teases Derek's balls with his agile fingers just like he knows Derek likes it. It never takes Derek long to come when Spencer's got his mouth on him, but this time, it's a joke. Spencer doesn't even have the chance to swallow him down before Derek comes.
Collapsing next to Derek, Spencer beams, "That was fun."
Derek laughs and pulls Spencer flush against his chest. There are a million things on his mind, about love and trust and mind-blowing sex, but for now, he thinks it's best to enjoy the magical post-coital glow. He strokes over Spencer's butt gently, drawing a soft gasp from Spencer as he caresses the hot skin.
"We should eat," Derek suggests.
But Spencer snickers and bites at Derek's shoulder, "I'd rather have an encore with you."
Who's Derek to object?
Slow Blues
Morgan/Reid | R (FRM) | no spoilers | no warnings | ca. 1,700 words | written for the CM Kink Meme
A bully from Reid's past recognizes him while Morgan and Reid are out interviewing potential witnesses at a club. When the bully starts making fun of Reid for not being able to get a date back in the day, Morgan steps up and pretends to be Reid's boyfriend. Somehow, it all ends in making out and slow-dancing.
Prompt/Notes: Just like the fic above, this is unbeta'd. Please feel free to point out any mistakes.
The last person Reid had anticipated to run into at the club was Stuart Westerhof, high school bully extraordinaire. Morgan and he are here to talk to the staff, the bartenders in particular, in relation to their latest case. They're chasing an unsub who seduces women at a club, then abducts and rapes them, only to kill them 48 hours later. He's not sure why Hotch thought it was a good idea to send them here in the middle of the night, but what he does know is that he doesn't want Stuart Westerhof to notice him.
They're not even in Vegas, so really, Westerhof has no reason to be here. Of course, Reid knows that, logically, there are a million reasons why Westerhof is here in Portland instead - job, vacation, visiting family - but as memories and pictures of being tormented during high school fog his brain, it becomes harder and harder to think logically.
His forehead and palms begin to sweat and he knows that it's only partly because of the combination of heat in the club and his apparently inappropriate outfit. He's just turning around to go find Morgan and ask him to leave when he hears a voice calling out, "Reid? Reid! Hey, Reid!"
Then there's a hand around his arm. Almost immediately, Reid goes into shock, frozen to the spot. His whole body tenses and as he turns around slowly, he finds Westerhof grinning at him, that sadistic grin that is irrevocably linked to endless taunting, public humiliation and punches in the face in his brain. He tries to pull his arm back but Westerhof's grip is strong. For a second, Reid contemplates pretending he didn't know who Westerhof was, but then again, he knows he's not going to fool his former tormentor.
"Reid, it's been a while," Westerhof grins, ever as creepy. "What a surprise!"
"I- I, I'm sorry. I gotta, I gotta go," Reid stammers and jerks his arm to no avail.
"Ah Reid, still the same old wuss," Westerhof laughs. "All by yourself? Where's your date? Oh, right. You never get any! Just like in high school."
Reid's close to panicking. The torment brings back some very unpleasant memories he fights so hard to keep locked in the far corner of his brain. He's anticipating a shove or maybe the hand around his arm to tighten painfully next. In the pit of his stomach, he's got the feeling that this isn't going to end well. He tries to yank his arm free again and gives Westerhof what he considers to be an intimidating glare. When Westerhof laughs maliciously Reid knows it's not working.
Westerhof opens his mouth to say something else, to taunt Reid some more but thankfully he never gets the chance.
"There you are, pretty boy," Morgan says, all of a sudden right next to Reid. "I've been looking for you."
A miracle Reid thinks. Westerhof gives Reid and Morgan a perplexed look and when Reid glances to the side, he sees Morgan glare at Westerhof. It leads to Westerhof letting go of Reid's arm right away and only now, Reid realizes how tight the grip was. He rubs a hand over his sore flesh. Morgan puts his arm around Reid and when he pulls him close, so close that Reid's pressed against his chest, Reid doesn't object. He doesn't object either when Morgan even goes as far as kissing the side of his head. Even though it does send Reid almost into a different kind of shock.
Reid never made a big secret of his bisexuality and he certainly recognizes an attractive man when he sees one. And Derek Morgan definitely counts as attractive by Reid's standards.
"Uh, didn't- didn't know you had a boyfriend, Reid," Westerhof stammers. He takes a step back from them when Morgan just keeps staring him down.
"There a problem with that?" Morgan asks, straightening up. Reid knows he does it to appear even more intimidating. Though, judging by Westerhof's expression, the intimidation is working fine without Morgan making himself seem bigger and more dangerous than he is. When Reid leans into Morgan a little more, he tells himself that he's just playing along and making their lie more believable.
Westerhof quickly shakes his head and excuses himself even before Morgan can say, "Now excuse us while I go enjoy myself with my boyfriend. It's our song."
Reid watches Westerhof head straight to the bar where he meets with a group of men Reid doesn't recognize. But as he keeps looking in Reid and Morgan's direction, it doesn't help to solve Reid's unease.
He's just turning to Morgan to thank him for the interference when Morgan pushes him toward the dance floor.
"What are you doing?" Reid almost shrieks.
"Pretending to be your boyfriend by dancing with you, genius," Morgan laughs. It's a warm, gentle laugh, not sneering like Westerhof's.
Reid's cheeks feel hot and he's quite sure he's blushing badly. Derek Morgan definitely counts as attractive man in Reid's book and he's not convinced that slow-dancing with him is such a good idea. Recently, he's caught himself watching Morgan more often, watching him differently. This is really not good.
"Maybe we should just go," Reid suggests.
But apparently Morgan disagrees. "Listen, Reid. We still have a few potential witnesses to talk to. Besides, what's wrong with having a little fun?"
Morgan smiles and Reid never really noticed just how beautiful Morgan's smile is.
"We'll dance a bit, let your jock friend believe we're boyfriends and then we'll finish our business," Morgan suggests. And Reid has no valid arguments to object.
Reid doesn't recognize the song, but then he hasn't particularly paid attention to billboard charts. Unless it's a classic hit that his mother would listen to, he's unlikely to know it. Morgan seems to know it though as he softly sings along.
"I- I-," Reid stammers once they're on the middle of the dance floor, "I don't even know how to dance."
Thankfully Morgan doesn't laugh. Reid knows ballroom dancing but he doubts a waltz or foxtrot is appropriate for this kind of music. Morgan smiles, warm and gentle again, and puts his arms around Reid's middle. With one smooth motion, he pulls Reid close so that their bodies are pressed together. Reid starts squirming, unfamiliar with a situation like this.
Morgan either doesn't notice or - and this is a lot more likely - he chooses to ignore it and whispers in Reid's ear, "Then let me guide you."
With a soft swing of his hips, he sets them in motion. Reid doesn't know what to do so he awkwardly puts his hands on Morgan's shoulders, feeling his body heat through the thin t-shirt, the firm muscles underneath his palms. Morgan pulls him even closer - Reid didn't think that was even possible.
Reid practically clings to Morgan as their chests touch and their thighs brush against each other every now and then. The movements send sparks through Reid's body, doing things to him that he thinks he has no right to feel. Morgan's his co-worker, his friend and even though Reid has a growing interest in him, he'd never act on it. It's tremendously unprofessional.
But his body seems to appreciate the given stimuli, reacting in a way that could become very embarrassing for Reid very soon. He tries to detach from Morgan but Morgan only tightens his grip around him. When the beat of the song picks up, Morgan pushes a thigh between Reid's.
Reid gasps; he's half-hard and he knows that Morgan can feel it.
That's when Morgan's hands start wandering. One slides from the middle of Reid's back further down, further down and further down. It almost sends Reid into another shock before it comes to a rest just barely above his ass, in the little dip right above the swell of his cheeks. The other hand moves to Reid's face, underneath his chin. Morgan tilts his face up and places a soft kiss on his lips.
Reid doesn't move. He can't.
Morgan is kissing him. Derek Morgan is dancing with him, pressing his lips to Reid's. His colleague Morgan.
"Relax, pretty boy," Morgan whispers, his mouth right next to Reid's ear. Reid can feel his hot breath against his skin and it makes him shiver violently. Morgan doesn't stop the swaying, grinding his thigh against Reid's erection. Reid shudders again and presses down, practically riding Morgan's thigh. He knows this is a bad idea but he can't help it; carnal desires overruling all logic.
Morgan kisses him again. This time with more passion, with more fire and Reid just can't hold back anymore. He responds hungrily, opening his mouth to meet Morgan's tongue. It's hot and wet and pretty much perfect. Reid continues writhing against Morgan's thigh, even as the music slows down. When Morgan pulls away, a desperate whimper escapes Reid's throat.
Morgan looks at him with big eyes. He places both hands on Reid's face and pulls him close for another kiss.
"I'm sorry, I usually don't do it like that," he says softly.
Reid's perplexed. Just seconds ago, he was grinding against Morgan's thigh and all of a sudden, Morgan is talking in riddles. "What?"
"I usually don't do slow-dancing and making out before I've taken my interest to dinner. I should've done this properly and treated you to dinner first, Reid," Morgan explains. There's something sincere in his eyes, almost as if he were scared to destroy whatever might happen between the two of them by moving too fast.
But for Reid, it can't go fast enough. He's still hard and looking at Morgan's face, he clearly sees the mutual attraction. He's not going to let Morgan jeopardize everything because of whatever rules he believes he needs to follow. "Maybe we need to speed the process up then. How do you feel about take out from the all-night diner we passed by earlier and then dessert in my hotel room?"
Morgan grins. "Sounds like a plan to me."
He puts his arm around Reid again and pulls him off the dance floor. When they pass by Stuart Westerhof on their way out, there's a dumbstruck expression on his face.
Reid doesn't think knowing that you're going to get laid has ever felt better.