Playing the Player
Title: Playing the Player
Pairing/Fandom: Morgan/Reid, Criminal Minds
Rating: PG-13- implied sexual situations
Warning: This story contains male on male action. If you are underage, DO NOT READ.
Summary: Morgan realizes playing with Reid is fun.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid. I do NOT own Criminal Minds. I do NOT make any profit from this story. It is merely for fun.
Happy Birthday to twisted_cyrcle, the best friend a girl could ever ask for! Thanks for inspiring me to get back into the game and I hope you love this as much as I loved writing it for you!
If there was one thing Derek Morgan hated the most about taking over Hotch’s position it would be the overwhelming amounts of stress. Yes, his job has always been stressful. But before he could go out to the bar, dance with some ladies, and then go home. Now, Morgan’s pretty sure he doesn’t even know what his own home looks like. It wasn’t so unbearable at first, but then the paper work started and Strauss got all over him. Morgan placed his head in his hands, his eyes slipping closed. They’d been in South Dakota for two weeks now and he was sure he hadn’t slept since they landed. This unsub just made his head spin. He couldn’t figure out the psychological break. Hell, he couldn’t even come up with a basic profile.
“Morgan?”
Morgan instantly sat straight up, his eyes straining to focus on the shape in the doorway. He didn’t need to see who was talking, he knew him by voice. “What’s up kid?”
“It’s close to 2am, maybe you should consider resting. The average adult male needs between 6 and 8 hours sleep.”
“Yeah, man. That’s one statistic I know. Rossi tried tellin me the same thing an hour ago. Why are you still here?”
Morgan watched as Reid’s eyes thinned for a moment before he shifted his weight to his cane.
“We’re a team because one person doing the profile is utterly ineffective,” Reid explained, hobbling over to the chair next to Morgan and sitting heavily, “If you’re profiling, then logic dictates at least one of us should be as well.”
Morgan smiled and leaned closer. “No one else shares your logic. You just like spending time with me, pretty boy, admit it.”
Reid cleared his throat and licked his bottom lip something Morgan knew was a nervous tick. He’d struck a nerve and for some reason, it made him feel something. He was entirely too tired to figure out what but damn was it a good feeling.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Reid practically choked moving-well, trying to-his chair away.
Morgan laughed and even though he knew he shouldn’t he continued. Playing with Reid was more fun than he realized. “Come on, Prentiss eventually succumbed to the greatness that’s Derek Morgan. Why don’t you just allow yourself to feel it? Go with the flow man.”
Reid hesitated for a moment then turned his face to Morgan’s and snorted. “Sleep deprivation obviously is causing you to hallucinate. Prentiss is far from succumbing. I think I overheard her telling JJ that you were just arrogant.”
“Forget her then.” Morgan put his hand on Reid’ shoulder and squeezed, “Let’s just focus on me and my good buddy Dr. Reid.” He didn’t realize how warm Reid’s skin felt through his shirt at first but as his hand lingered too long-the joke over-silence accompanying the gesture. Reid made no movement to remove his hand but licked his bottom lip, Morgan overly aware of every second of it. His hand moved just a bit further, his thumb grazing over Reid’s neck. His skin felt warmer than it had through the shirt and Morgan could feel Reid’s pulsating heartbeat pounding headily. Did that mean…?
Reid cleared his throat and Morgan retracted his hand, both sitting in deafening silence. Again, Morgan was too tired to try to define this but whatever that good feeling was had intensified. It was then that he realized his own pulse. He wasn’t sure whose heartbeat was pounding faster his or Reid’s. And suddenly, he knew exactly what this was and he wasn’t the only one feeling it. Reid never sat in complete silence unless he was uncomfortable and they’d worked 8 years together. He was long past the shy and uncomfortable stage with Morgan.
Morgan went to say something, glancing over at Reid and seeing him looking through papers in a futile attempt to ignore whatever just happened, but stopped himself. What could he possibly say at this point? Realizing talking would get them nowhere; Morgan decided to keep playing. He moved his hand to the papers “accidentally” brushing them against Reid’s who stiffened immediately.
“You know there are some more documents in the police chief’s office,” Reid mumbled, still stiff, but seemingly unwilling to move his hand, “They might help with the profile.”
“We can’t just go in his office without permission.”
“We went into Rossi’s.”
“We were spying,” Morgan offered moving his hand to brush up Reid’s arm as he stood, “Maybe we should give the profile a rest, come back to it tomorrow.”
Morgan watched Reid’s back, still tight with apprehension, before he gave his response. “5 profilers are more effective than 2, but what about Strauss?”
“Screw her. I’ll let her know when we figure something out.” Morgan’s hands found their way back to Reid’s shoulders-in what was supposed to be a friendly gesture-Reid’s long hair dancing atop their heated skins. Morgan was sure Reid would up and leave but when he tensed further, Morgan knew they couldn’t ignore this. His playing was turning into something more for both of them. Tracing Reid’s jaw line before moving back down his neck, Morgan cleared the lump suffocating him almost as much as their current situation. “We should give it a rest for tonight. You probably shouldn’t be on your leg so much.”
Reid nodded silently before pushing himself up from the chair and turning to look at Morgan. “Technically, I’m not supposed to be putting pressure on it. The tear…”
“I don’t need to hear it. I’ve got some ice in my hotel room.” It was lame. God was it lame but Morgan knew Reid didn’t care. His pupils were dilated-a clear indication of attraction-his pulse was heightened, he was quiet and when he did speak it lacked any statistic. Morgan knew himself well enough to know he mirrored the attraction and also knew that Reid would be profiling him in the same manner so pretending was pointless. “I’ll help you re-wrap it.”
Reid nodded and grabbed his cane, hobbling to the door. He made no mention to the fact that all hotel rooms had ice and that this was as much of an excuse to spend time together as the one he had said earlier. In fact, his complete acceptance of their situation seemed odd. It was as if this had been his plan from the beginning.
Perhaps, Reid had been the one playing the game the entire time and Morgan's actions were a part of his plan. Playing the player. Morgan smirked grabbing his jacket and shutting off the light. “Bout time you got some game, kid.”
Pairing/Fandom: Morgan/Reid, Criminal Minds
Rating: PG-13- implied sexual situations
Warning: This story contains male on male action. If you are underage, DO NOT READ.
Summary: Morgan realizes playing with Reid is fun.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid. I do NOT own Criminal Minds. I do NOT make any profit from this story. It is merely for fun.
Happy Birthday to twisted_cyrcle, the best friend a girl could ever ask for! Thanks for inspiring me to get back into the game and I hope you love this as much as I loved writing it for you!
If there was one thing Derek Morgan hated the most about taking over Hotch’s position it would be the overwhelming amounts of stress. Yes, his job has always been stressful. But before he could go out to the bar, dance with some ladies, and then go home. Now, Morgan’s pretty sure he doesn’t even know what his own home looks like. It wasn’t so unbearable at first, but then the paper work started and Strauss got all over him. Morgan placed his head in his hands, his eyes slipping closed. They’d been in South Dakota for two weeks now and he was sure he hadn’t slept since they landed. This unsub just made his head spin. He couldn’t figure out the psychological break. Hell, he couldn’t even come up with a basic profile.
“Morgan?”
Morgan instantly sat straight up, his eyes straining to focus on the shape in the doorway. He didn’t need to see who was talking, he knew him by voice. “What’s up kid?”
“It’s close to 2am, maybe you should consider resting. The average adult male needs between 6 and 8 hours sleep.”
“Yeah, man. That’s one statistic I know. Rossi tried tellin me the same thing an hour ago. Why are you still here?”
Morgan watched as Reid’s eyes thinned for a moment before he shifted his weight to his cane.
“We’re a team because one person doing the profile is utterly ineffective,” Reid explained, hobbling over to the chair next to Morgan and sitting heavily, “If you’re profiling, then logic dictates at least one of us should be as well.”
Morgan smiled and leaned closer. “No one else shares your logic. You just like spending time with me, pretty boy, admit it.”
Reid cleared his throat and licked his bottom lip something Morgan knew was a nervous tick. He’d struck a nerve and for some reason, it made him feel something. He was entirely too tired to figure out what but damn was it a good feeling.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Reid practically choked moving-well, trying to-his chair away.
Morgan laughed and even though he knew he shouldn’t he continued. Playing with Reid was more fun than he realized. “Come on, Prentiss eventually succumbed to the greatness that’s Derek Morgan. Why don’t you just allow yourself to feel it? Go with the flow man.”
Reid hesitated for a moment then turned his face to Morgan’s and snorted. “Sleep deprivation obviously is causing you to hallucinate. Prentiss is far from succumbing. I think I overheard her telling JJ that you were just arrogant.”
“Forget her then.” Morgan put his hand on Reid’ shoulder and squeezed, “Let’s just focus on me and my good buddy Dr. Reid.” He didn’t realize how warm Reid’s skin felt through his shirt at first but as his hand lingered too long-the joke over-silence accompanying the gesture. Reid made no movement to remove his hand but licked his bottom lip, Morgan overly aware of every second of it. His hand moved just a bit further, his thumb grazing over Reid’s neck. His skin felt warmer than it had through the shirt and Morgan could feel Reid’s pulsating heartbeat pounding headily. Did that mean…?
Reid cleared his throat and Morgan retracted his hand, both sitting in deafening silence. Again, Morgan was too tired to try to define this but whatever that good feeling was had intensified. It was then that he realized his own pulse. He wasn’t sure whose heartbeat was pounding faster his or Reid’s. And suddenly, he knew exactly what this was and he wasn’t the only one feeling it. Reid never sat in complete silence unless he was uncomfortable and they’d worked 8 years together. He was long past the shy and uncomfortable stage with Morgan.
Morgan went to say something, glancing over at Reid and seeing him looking through papers in a futile attempt to ignore whatever just happened, but stopped himself. What could he possibly say at this point? Realizing talking would get them nowhere; Morgan decided to keep playing. He moved his hand to the papers “accidentally” brushing them against Reid’s who stiffened immediately.
“You know there are some more documents in the police chief’s office,” Reid mumbled, still stiff, but seemingly unwilling to move his hand, “They might help with the profile.”
“We can’t just go in his office without permission.”
“We went into Rossi’s.”
“We were spying,” Morgan offered moving his hand to brush up Reid’s arm as he stood, “Maybe we should give the profile a rest, come back to it tomorrow.”
Morgan watched Reid’s back, still tight with apprehension, before he gave his response. “5 profilers are more effective than 2, but what about Strauss?”
“Screw her. I’ll let her know when we figure something out.” Morgan’s hands found their way back to Reid’s shoulders-in what was supposed to be a friendly gesture-Reid’s long hair dancing atop their heated skins. Morgan was sure Reid would up and leave but when he tensed further, Morgan knew they couldn’t ignore this. His playing was turning into something more for both of them. Tracing Reid’s jaw line before moving back down his neck, Morgan cleared the lump suffocating him almost as much as their current situation. “We should give it a rest for tonight. You probably shouldn’t be on your leg so much.”
Reid nodded silently before pushing himself up from the chair and turning to look at Morgan. “Technically, I’m not supposed to be putting pressure on it. The tear…”
“I don’t need to hear it. I’ve got some ice in my hotel room.” It was lame. God was it lame but Morgan knew Reid didn’t care. His pupils were dilated-a clear indication of attraction-his pulse was heightened, he was quiet and when he did speak it lacked any statistic. Morgan knew himself well enough to know he mirrored the attraction and also knew that Reid would be profiling him in the same manner so pretending was pointless. “I’ll help you re-wrap it.”
Reid nodded and grabbed his cane, hobbling to the door. He made no mention to the fact that all hotel rooms had ice and that this was as much of an excuse to spend time together as the one he had said earlier. In fact, his complete acceptance of their situation seemed odd. It was as if this had been his plan from the beginning.
Perhaps, Reid had been the one playing the game the entire time and Morgan's actions were a part of his plan. Playing the player. Morgan smirked grabbing his jacket and shutting off the light. “Bout time you got some game, kid.”