Priority
Title: Priority
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Rating: FRM/R
Warnings: Est. Relationship
Disclaimer" I do not own Criminal Minds.
A/N: I was watching "Bloodline" the other day, and in the beginning our boys are nowhere in the bullpen. I started to wonder where could they be, and this is what my obviously perverted mind came up with. Oh, and it's also my first story. So, please lemme know what you think! Thank you!
The winter sun is shining softly into the room they were in. Clothes are strewn haphazardly on the floor. A half-eaten meal for two sit stationary on the small table, accompanied by an empty bottle of mineral water. The room was silent, except for the white noise of the heater and the soft moans and gasps coming from the occupants of the room.
Sitting on the edge of the king sized bed is SSA Derek Morgan. Perched on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around broad shoulders, is SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. The normally long winded young doctor is for once, completely silent, aside from the occasional gasps that spews out of his lips when they aren’t connected to Morgan’s. Morgan, on the other hand, has muscled arms firmly around his lover; his naked chest pressing firmly against Reid’s.
Reid moans; the sound sends a jolt through Morgan’s body down to his cock. The smile that he feels on Spencer’s lips when it touches his confirms that the genius feels the sensation too. Long skinny fingers starts to wrap around their members. Morgan ends the kiss, much to Reid’s disappointment.
“Derek…” his genius starts to protest.
“Shh..” Morgan says, “I wanna see your face when you come.”
That almost wipes the pout off his pretty face. Reid continues on the task at hand. Moving his hand up and down, tugging and squeezing lightly, watching Derek’s face twist in pleasure. Oh, how he loves that expression on Morgan’s face. The way his eyes scrunch shut, his mouth opens to let out a groan that let Reid knows how much he enjoys the pleasure that Reid is giving to him.
Morgan tugs Reid closer to him, and presses their foreheads together. From this distance, he can smell the heavenly smell of Reid’s shampoo and feel Spencer. That’s the most important thing: to feel Spencer. He can still feel Spencer’s fingers bringing them closer to pleasure. Spencer lets out a gasp that signals the oncoming of pleasure that is about to wash him. Two more tugs and everything falls apart.
“Oh, Derek…” Spencer whispers, as he comes all over himself and Derek.
“Pretty boy,” he groans, the sight of Spencer coming apart never gets old, no matter how many times he witnesses it.
Spencer falls limp against him. The young doctor buries his head at the crook of Derek’s neck. His breathing starts to slow down, when he lifts up his head and peered at Derek with the cutest smile on his face.
“Told you I’m great at multi-tasking.”
Derek laughs, and with a smile that cute, he just has to kiss Spencer.
It seems that Spencer really loves the act of kissing. Not even three minutes after their “lunch time activities” ends, they find themselves lying on the bed, kissing each other. That is not to say that Derek doesn’t like kissing Spencer. On the contrary, sometimes on the job, he has to pull himself out of day dreams that almost always involve Spencer’s lips. It’s nice to know that he’s not alone in his fantasies.
“Spencer, baby,” he says between kisses, “I have an important question to ask you.”
“Hmm, what?” Spencer replies, albeit distractedly, nipping at Derek’s jaw, since the man won’t give Spencer his lips.
“Move in with me.”
Those four words stun Reid immediately. They’ve been together for six months (six months, four weeks, two days and counting, as Reid will always say), and moving in together is the logical next step of their relationship. Somehow, cohabitation isn’t something that they discuss.
“But, my lease doesn’t end until August.”
Morgan scoffs, “Babe, I have four properties. I’ll buy out your lease.”
Reid starts to chew his bottom lip, a sign that he’s thinking or in doubt. Morgan sighs. He reaches out and frees Reid’s bottom lip from his teeth’s assault.
“Come on, it’s the logical thing to do. My closet is filled with your clothes, my dog likes you more than he likes me, and whenever we don’t have a case, you stay at my place.” Morgan reasons, knowing his genius lover is probably mulling the pros and cons of moving in with him.
“Clooney doesn’t like me more. He’s just very interested in metaphysics.” Spencer says, his eyes shining with laughter.
Morgan shakes his head, sits up and pulls Reid flush to his chest, “the point is, all of the arguments point in the favor of you moving in with me. So what do you say?”
“Derek, it’ll look suspicious. It’s one thing to show up to work together, but to live together…I don’t know.”
“Please, baby. Just think about it, ok?”
Reid nods his agreement.
“Really, really think about it! Like you’re thinking about the theory of relativity or something,”
Reid smiles and kisses Morgan, “I will. Now can I kiss my boyfriend again, before lunch is over?”
Just as Derek is about to give his answer, their cell phones ring. Both men groans, and scrambles off the bed to get to the phone that is
thrown somewhere on the floor, along with their clothes. When Prentiss says, they have thirty minutes before the jet boards, all talks about moving in are shoved at the backs of their mind. Right now, the case is their priority. But when the dust settles, and they’re lounging on a couch, with a movie, and Clooney sleeping on the floor, they know, without a doubt, that they are each other’s priority.
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Rating: FRM/R
Warnings: Est. Relationship
Disclaimer" I do not own Criminal Minds.
A/N: I was watching "Bloodline" the other day, and in the beginning our boys are nowhere in the bullpen. I started to wonder where could they be, and this is what my obviously perverted mind came up with. Oh, and it's also my first story. So, please lemme know what you think! Thank you!
The winter sun is shining softly into the room they were in. Clothes are strewn haphazardly on the floor. A half-eaten meal for two sit stationary on the small table, accompanied by an empty bottle of mineral water. The room was silent, except for the white noise of the heater and the soft moans and gasps coming from the occupants of the room.
Sitting on the edge of the king sized bed is SSA Derek Morgan. Perched on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around broad shoulders, is SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. The normally long winded young doctor is for once, completely silent, aside from the occasional gasps that spews out of his lips when they aren’t connected to Morgan’s. Morgan, on the other hand, has muscled arms firmly around his lover; his naked chest pressing firmly against Reid’s.
Reid moans; the sound sends a jolt through Morgan’s body down to his cock. The smile that he feels on Spencer’s lips when it touches his confirms that the genius feels the sensation too. Long skinny fingers starts to wrap around their members. Morgan ends the kiss, much to Reid’s disappointment.
“Derek…” his genius starts to protest.
“Shh..” Morgan says, “I wanna see your face when you come.”
That almost wipes the pout off his pretty face. Reid continues on the task at hand. Moving his hand up and down, tugging and squeezing lightly, watching Derek’s face twist in pleasure. Oh, how he loves that expression on Morgan’s face. The way his eyes scrunch shut, his mouth opens to let out a groan that let Reid knows how much he enjoys the pleasure that Reid is giving to him.
Morgan tugs Reid closer to him, and presses their foreheads together. From this distance, he can smell the heavenly smell of Reid’s shampoo and feel Spencer. That’s the most important thing: to feel Spencer. He can still feel Spencer’s fingers bringing them closer to pleasure. Spencer lets out a gasp that signals the oncoming of pleasure that is about to wash him. Two more tugs and everything falls apart.
“Oh, Derek…” Spencer whispers, as he comes all over himself and Derek.
“Pretty boy,” he groans, the sight of Spencer coming apart never gets old, no matter how many times he witnesses it.
Spencer falls limp against him. The young doctor buries his head at the crook of Derek’s neck. His breathing starts to slow down, when he lifts up his head and peered at Derek with the cutest smile on his face.
“Told you I’m great at multi-tasking.”
Derek laughs, and with a smile that cute, he just has to kiss Spencer.
It seems that Spencer really loves the act of kissing. Not even three minutes after their “lunch time activities” ends, they find themselves lying on the bed, kissing each other. That is not to say that Derek doesn’t like kissing Spencer. On the contrary, sometimes on the job, he has to pull himself out of day dreams that almost always involve Spencer’s lips. It’s nice to know that he’s not alone in his fantasies.
“Spencer, baby,” he says between kisses, “I have an important question to ask you.”
“Hmm, what?” Spencer replies, albeit distractedly, nipping at Derek’s jaw, since the man won’t give Spencer his lips.
“Move in with me.”
Those four words stun Reid immediately. They’ve been together for six months (six months, four weeks, two days and counting, as Reid will always say), and moving in together is the logical next step of their relationship. Somehow, cohabitation isn’t something that they discuss.
“But, my lease doesn’t end until August.”
Morgan scoffs, “Babe, I have four properties. I’ll buy out your lease.”
Reid starts to chew his bottom lip, a sign that he’s thinking or in doubt. Morgan sighs. He reaches out and frees Reid’s bottom lip from his teeth’s assault.
“Come on, it’s the logical thing to do. My closet is filled with your clothes, my dog likes you more than he likes me, and whenever we don’t have a case, you stay at my place.” Morgan reasons, knowing his genius lover is probably mulling the pros and cons of moving in with him.
“Clooney doesn’t like me more. He’s just very interested in metaphysics.” Spencer says, his eyes shining with laughter.
Morgan shakes his head, sits up and pulls Reid flush to his chest, “the point is, all of the arguments point in the favor of you moving in with me. So what do you say?”
“Derek, it’ll look suspicious. It’s one thing to show up to work together, but to live together…I don’t know.”
“Please, baby. Just think about it, ok?”
Reid nods his agreement.
“Really, really think about it! Like you’re thinking about the theory of relativity or something,”
Reid smiles and kisses Morgan, “I will. Now can I kiss my boyfriend again, before lunch is over?”
Just as Derek is about to give his answer, their cell phones ring. Both men groans, and scrambles off the bed to get to the phone that is
thrown somewhere on the floor, along with their clothes. When Prentiss says, they have thirty minutes before the jet boards, all talks about moving in are shoved at the backs of their mind. Right now, the case is their priority. But when the dust settles, and they’re lounging on a couch, with a movie, and Clooney sleeping on the floor, they know, without a doubt, that they are each other’s priority.