Fic: Close-Up (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, NC-17)
Title: Close-Up
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: NC-17
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Disclaimer: not mine, etc.
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It fell out of his briefcase when he was looking for a case file to finish his report.
Hotch picked it up and looked at it. Normal DVD case, no markings of it’s content.
Just a date scribbled to the cover sleeve. He tried to think where it could have come
from. He had been several places on his way out of the building. He had opened his
briefcase in several places. He could have picked it up with all the other stuff from
someone’s desk. He tried to think of the possibilities. He had been to the achieves,
Reid’s desk, Morgan’s desk, J.J.`s desk… It was hopeless.
He took out the disc and placed it in his laptop. He clicked play and a picture of
Morgan’s living room invaded the screen. It was obviously a home movie, and at the
bottom of the screen he could see a pair of feet and a sliver of Morgan’s couch.
Hotch looked at it carefully. Mismatched socks. It was Reid, sitting on the couch
with a video camera. Hotch was going to pull the disc out when another person made
his entry. Morgan came in and headed to the bookshelf to adjust the stereos.
Hotch had to blink and look again. Morgan had big red ribbon and a bow wrapped
around his wais, like a big Christmas parcel. That was all he was wearing.
“I promised I would make it up to you.” Screen-Morgan practically purred.
“You keep making promises, but you’re still there….” Reid’s sounded like he was
trying to control a giggle.
“Pretty Boy, I promised I would give you a good show and a promise is a promise.”
Morgan turned the music on, and lazy jazz filled the room. He started moving.
Touching himself. Grinding himself against a long stemmed lamp, like it was a
stripper pole. He was offering himself like a human sacrifice and he loved it. His
eyes never left Reid’s.
Morgan made his way to Reid and teasingly placed himself over him, straddling his
thighs. Then he glided down to the floor, between Reid’s legs. He grabbed the zipper
and pulled it open.
Hotch panicked. He marched out of the room. He paced back and forth.He tried to
remind his foggy brain about all the reasons why this would cause some uncom-
fortable situations at work.
The argument didnt last long.
He came back to the den. On the screen Morgan was devouring Reid’s hard cock
all the way, teasing it with his tongue. Hotch perked up his ears. Reid was grabbing
his partners head with one hand and holding the camera with the other, and groa-
ning out his pleasure. His voice was something Hotch had never head in the office.
It was low and little scratchy. He moaned continuously, telling Morgan what he
wanted him to do, what he wanted to do to Morgan…
Hotch glanced down and he couldn’t understand it. He had gone hard from listening
Reid’s voice. He was so wrapped up in the mystery of his own reaction, that he almost
missed the movement on the screen. Reid had gotten up from the couch and placed
the camera on a nearby bookshelf. Morgan jumped on the empty couch, positioned
himself on his back and pulled his legs apart.
“Pretty Boy…. It’s not nice to tease…”
“I’m not teasing, but I want to be sure the camera stays still, otherwise the footage
would be horrible to watch.”
“I don’t care! Come here or I’ll start without you.”
“Now that you mentioned it…” Reid’s voice was now light and teasing. Hotch had
never heard that in the office either. He disappeared from the screen for a minute,
then came back and tossed something to Morgan. “How bout you start and I`ll finish?”
Morgan grinned and pulled the cap off the little bottle. He poured some of it`s
content to his fingers and reached down to caress his thighs. “You want me to do
it slowly?
“No.” Reid smirked from the other side of the screen. “Just do it.”
Hotch closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Morgan’s finger had just
disappeared between his muscular buttocks. Even though his eyes were closed, he
could hear Morgan’s guttural groans. He knew what Morgan was doing, what he
was preparing himself for, but he just couldn’t watch it. His eyes snapped open
when he heard Reid speaking.
“Are you ready?” He had taken few steps closer, and was now standing in front of
the other man. He had shed off the rest of his clothes and his hard cock made it
clear he had enjoyed the display.
“Yeah.” Morgan poured some more lube to his palm and leaned closer to smear
it all over Reid’s member.
Hotch eyes were fixed on Reid’s naked form. He looked thin, but in a healthier
way than he did with his clothes on. He was all long lines and smooth pale skin.
A weird combination of an innocent kid and a grown man. Hotch didn’t even realise
that his hand had moved on it own. It had slipped down to his pants.
Reid pinned Morgan to the couch, grinding their bodies together. Morgan pulled
him closer and wrapped his legs around the thin waist.
“Come on…. No more teasing….”
Reid giggled and guided his cock to Morgan’s entrance, pushing in slowly. Hotch
turned away again. He could hear Morgan’s heated moans when Reid entered him.
Hotch turned his eyes carefully back to the screen. Reid was moving against his
partner in a sure, calm pace. Hotch could see the long slender back as he buried
himself inside Morgan. That was the last straw. Hotch pulled down his own pants.
He let his hand wander up and down his length, matching his movements with Reid’s
strokes. Morgan’s face was visible above Reid’s shoulder. He had his eyes closed,
surrendering totally to the invasion of his body. Hotch could feel his own climax
etching closer and closer. Simultaneously Reid’s movements made it clear he was
equally near the edge.
Three yells erupted at the same time. All three men had come together. Hotch took
few deep breaths and tried to calm down. On the screen Reid and Morgan had moved.
Reid had lowered himself against his partner, locking him into a soft kiss.
Hotch took one last look at them. Reid was lying on top of Morgan, and both men
looked completely peaceful in each others arms. The smooth pale backside of Reid`s
body was completely visible. Hotch let his eyes wander up and down, from head to
toe and back again.
He let out a long sigh and snapped the player off.
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When Hotch came to work in the morning Reid and Morgan were standing by the
coffee machine. They were talking and didn’t even seem to realise they had
company.
“Reid?”
The resident genius was startled and almost spilled his coffee. “Wha- Oh.
Good morning.”
“Morning, Hotch.” Morgan greeted.
“Morning. Did you loose a disc yesterday?”
“Yes, have you seen them?” Reid looked like he wasn’t sure if he should be
relieved or panicking.
“I got them mixed up with my stuff and I took them with me.” Hotch pulled the
disc from his briefcase. “Was it something important?”
“No, just…. holiday pictures.”
“Well, then you’re probably thrilled to get them back.” Hotch left them and went
to his office.
Reid clutched the DVD case in his hand like his life dependent on it.
“I told you we would find it.” Morgan smirked.
“Yeah.” Suddenly a new thought entered Reid `s mind. “What if he watched it?”
“Pretty Boy, if he had seen that, he wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face now,
so calm down.”
“I though you would be more worried about that than I am.”
“Why?”
Reid showed him the small date marked on the cover sleeve. “You were the one
who…” Reid looked around to check there was nobody near, and then lowered
his voice. “….bottomed.”
Morgan stared at him with his mouth open.
“You mean…. he could have…. that…. Hotch….”
“I knew that would get you worried.“ Reid commented.
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Hotch looked at them through the shutters. He had no intention to tell them he
had seen the home movie. He didn’t want to make things uncomfortable. Just
like he would never tell them about the copy he had made for himself.