CM Fic; Morgan/Reid; You Don't Know Me
Title: You Don't Know Me
Author: listencl0sely
Rating: Ehhh.. Maybe light R/FRM? Better safe than sorry, I suppose.
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid; slight Reid/OMC
Warnings: Adult language. Mentions of sex. SecretlyExperienced!Reid. Possesive!Morgan :]
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are properity of Criminal Minds. I'm just playing with 'em :) Title taken from the Ben Folds song.
Summary: Reid isn't who everyone thinks he is. No, seriously!
Beta: The ridiculously amazing, dawn_breaks <333
AN: Reviews = love and help my writer's block! :D
Reid gets it. No, really, he completely and totally gets it. He's the kid that went to college at thirteen. He can recite everything he's ever read. He could read through an entire library in approximately 4-6 days (give or take). So he gets it.
He gets that when people look at him, they think he's an awkward man-boy genius whose idea of fun is discussing the trivialities of warp speed and time travel. And, in all honesty, they'd probably be right. Reid does like to discuss the trivialities of warp speed and time travel. But that's not all he likes to do.
Reid knows how to have fun.
Reid knows how to let go.
Reid even knows how to... you know... fuck.
Not that he’d ever, ever call it that-- fucking. The sound of the word sends a disgusted shudder through him. No matter how many times he's actually done it, he can't seem to make himself actually say that. Half the time, he can't even think about that word. It seems so-so philistine. ‘I love fucking you so much’ or ‘You know, fucking you is by far my favorite hobby’ or even, ‘That was an amazing fuck’ sound ridiculous. Plus, it makes him feel cheap and lesser than he knows he is.
That’s another thing that people automatically think about him. That he thinks less of himself simply because he’s smart, and skinny, and yeah-somewhat awkward. But that’s not really the way it is, at least not anymore.
His whole life, at least a small part of himself has always been proud of who he is-and yes, while he doesn’t have the best body, or prettiest face, or the funniest…jokes or whatever it is that people look for-he is nice, loyal, has nice hair, a wonderful taste in music and an eidetic memory for god sakes.
So when people make comments about him and his lack of relationships, or fun, or knowledge about anything sexual, he just laughs and gives an awkward shrug. He doesn’t really feel the need to clarify or divulge anything else; it’s his business, his life, and apparently his secrets.
But one day, Morgan takes things just a bit too far… and then Reid doesn’t get it.
It was a Friday afternoon, and everyone was in high spirits since they caught their last UnSub with no injury or problems. They were all discussing their plans for the weekend, when Prentiss asked if Reid had any special plans. Contrary to popular belief (as told by the round of chuckles that came from the group), Reid knew what “special plans” were; in fact, he had some “special plans” with an old friend from college, Mark. He was a friend who Reid never had a real relationship with, beyond the physical.
“Maybe,” he answered with a smile, and all he got was a bunch of chuckles from everyone. Chuckles! “What?” he finally asked.
“I think Emily was talking about special plans, Reid,” Rossi finally answers, and hello-Reid got that. Special means sexual. Get it, got it, good. Why was it so hard to believe that Reid not only understands that, but also engages in it? These people really think that he’s some kind of cherubic man-boy!
“Well, maybe I do have ‘special’,” Reid inserted air quotes to prove he got it, “plans.” That elicited some ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ from the group, but he knew no one truly believed him. And that was fine, he knew he and his partner would be ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘ah-ing’ later as well, so he figured he received the last laugh in that joke.
He had his bag strapped across his shoulder, and was walking out when Morgan called him over to his desk.
“Hey, Pretty Boy!” And Reid walked over, even though he knew Morgan was going to pester him about the whole “special plans” thing even more, but that didn’t really matter. Reid had enough self-confidence to be able to admit that he might possibly, maybe, kind of, sort of have a thing for Derek Morgan. A small, tiny, miniscule little thing, which is the only reason he puts up with the little jokes from Morgan. “You really got special plans tonight?”
“Um- yeah. I mean, yeah- kind of, you know.” Morgan quirks an eyebrow at him, and Reid really wants to crawl into a small, dark hole because, really… could he sound any less intelligent? He was worried that Morgan was asking about the plans because maybe he wanted to do something with Reid, which, while Mark was nice and all, Reid knew that hanging out with Morgan took the cake.
“Uh huh. I got you, Pretty Boy.” And that makes Reid laugh, because Morgan always says stuff like that, but Reid doubts he really gets anything when it comes to Reid. “The only special plans you need to be having are with this thing right here.” And then, Morgan reaches for Reid’s right hand and curls his fingers around Reid’s palm. It takes Reid a second to get it, but then his brain is flashing large, neon signs that say ‘MORGAN IS MAKING A JOKE ABOUT MASTURBATION!’ and he starts to freak out a little bit.
Reid has one of those moments, where he looks like a fish out of water and like a bumbling idiot. His jaw kind of drops and his eyes get wide and Morgan just laughs, really laughs, from his belly, and then Reid gets offended. His heart is still thumping from the whole masturbation joke, but then he gets angry that he got so excited over Morgan making fun of him. Morgan’s still laughing when he walks away.
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Mark is kissing his neck and letting a hand grab at his thighs when something hits him, hard.
“The only special plans you need to be having are with this thing right here.”
“The only special plans you need to be having are with this thing right here.”
“The only special plans you need to be having are with this thing right here.”
Reid got the whole masturbation part of the joke, but he missed the possessive nature of it until Mark started sucking a hickey into his neck. Morgan was telling him not to have special plans with anyone but himself… which implied that Morgan didn’t want him to be with anyone else… which implied… what?
That’s what Reid didn’t get. And that was bothering him. Very, very rarely did Reid not get something.
Mark was getting pretty excited, and his hand was now grabbing a little higher, and Reid knew he had to send him home. He and Mark didn’t have real ties to each other, but he had more respect for the man than to be with him like this when the only thing going through his brain was Derek Morgan. He told Mark he really wasn’t feeling up to anything tonight, and Mark was entirely understanding and extremely nice about the whole thing.
Reid saw him out, and let him leave a lingering kiss-he couldn’t deny it, the man had amazingly proportionate lips that were extremely soft-when all of a sudden, there was pounding at the door. Reid pushed Mark away and looked out of the peephole to see-
Morgan?
Reid stood there at the door, with Morgan pounding and Mark staring, before Mark tapped him on the shoulder.
“You gonna get that?” he asks, and yeah, he should probably do that.
As soon as Reid starts to open the door, Morgan gives him one of his signature smiles, and then when Morgan sees Mark… well, he doesn’t smile so much.
“Reid?”
“Morgan.”
There’s a mirror in the hallway, and Reid can see his reflection behind Morgan. His hair is mussed, his lips are swollen and red, and there is a huge hickey right at the top of his neck. Morgan’s eyes are glaring at him, and his mouth is open in shock.
“This is Mark,” Reid says, pointing behind him. Morgan looks back, glares a little more, then looks back to Reid.
“Reid?” Morgan repeats, sounding shocked.
“Hey there,” Mark says, extending a hand. Mark should not have done that. Reid can see that Morgan does not want to meet Mark.
Morgan sends death-glares (they’ve become death-glares in the past fifteen seconds), between Mark’s hands and face. He doesn’t accept the handshake. He nods his head.
“Reid,” he says again, and this time his voice is a little more strained and a little less shocked.
“Um, I should probably go,” Mark says.
“Yeah, you probably should,” Morgan replies, and Reid’s brain registers that this is the only thing Morgan has said in the past two minutes besides his name. Mark scoffs at Morgan’s rudeness-it really was a little much-and walks around to give Reid a hug.
“It was nice seeing you, Spencer. Talk to you soon,” Mark pretends to whisper, but really says loud enough for Morgan to hear. Mark squeezes out the door-Morgan really only allows him about a foot-and Morgan glares at him until the elevator doors close.
Once they do, well, that’s when things get even weirder. Reid moves aside to invite Morgan in; he assumes that Morgan didn’t come over to stand outside. Morgan walks in, but never makes eye contact with Reid, just rushes past him and goes to sit on the couch.
“Uh- Can I get you something? A drink? Um- beer, water, um…”
“No,” Morgan replies, quite tersely, so Reid just stands in front of the couch, wringing his hands together and staring at Morgan. Morgan is sitting forward, with his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands.
Reid knows he isn’t what everyone thinks he is, so he’s guessing that’s what this is about. Maybe Morgan is just so shocked that Reid had a man over, that he doesn’t know what to say.
“So, you really did have special plans, huh?” Morgan finally says as he looks up at Reid. His face is calmer now, and his eyes aren’t blazing anymore. He looks honestly surprised.
“Yeah, I kind of did,” Reid responds, and he’s glad Morgan’s calmed down, because that meant he’s calmed down.
“Did I ruin them?” Morgan asks and Reid just laughs. What’s he supposed to say? Oh no, me thinking of you ruined them. He shakes his head no; it’s better if he doesn’t try to explain himself any further. “Good.”
“Wait, what?” Morgan’s stands up, which means he’s face to face with Reid’s confused face.
“I told you, this was the only thing you needed special plans with,” Morgan says, picking up Reid’s hand. “As in, you have no business being with anyone else.” He brings the back of the hand to his lips, and places two open-mouthed kisses on it. Goosebumps break out all the way up Reid’s arms, and the only thing his brain is computing is “MORGAN! LIPS! KISS!” and it makes him feel giddy and carefree and happy.
“I knew it!” he laughs. And Morgan lets out a deep laugh, and puts on a smile to match Reid’s.
“You better have damn well known it. I’ve been giving you hints for years, Pretty Boy.” And Reid knows there is no way it’s been years. He wants to argue with that fact, but then Morgan’s leaning in, and his lips are getting closer and Reid is being kissed like his life depends on it.
Morgan’s kisses are amazing, everything Reid knew they’d be and more; soft and gentle, yet confident and smooth. He kisses like he’s making love, focusing all his attention on lips and tongue. When Morgan’s tongue curls into his mouth…
He can’t help but think that less than ten minutes ago, he had another man’s tongue in his mouth. He tries not to laugh, but all he can think about is how shocked the team would be if they knew that Reid not only did this, but that he did this with multiple people-in less than ten minutes!
Morgan feels the smile against his lips and pulls back to lean his forehead against Reid’s.
“I do something funny?”
“No. No, no. You are amazing,” Reid says, and leans in to try to kiss Morgan again. While thinking of the team was funny, his heart felt like it was exploding from just being in the intimate company of Morgan-- it couldn’t even begin to comprehend kissing him. Morgan denies him, though, and pulls back to look at Reid’s face. Reid can see Morgan’s eyes searching his face, and eventually they go down to the collar of his shirt and the hickey adorning his neck.
“Who would have thought that the young Dr. Spencer Reid was such a player?” Morgan says in a joking tone, and Reid can only wonder how Morgan knew that’s what he was thinking about. “The team would flip their shit if they knew you were like this,” Morgan whispers right into Reid’s ear. He kisses across Reid’s cheek, down his chin, and across his neck and the oversensitive hickey.
“Ha. Um- yeah. I was just thinking that.”
“You were thinking about Mike?”
“Mark,” Reid corrects. “And no. I was just thinking about the team and what they’d think about this.” Morgan grunts in agreement. “You don’t have a problem with Mark existing, right?”
Reid hopes Morgan gets what he’s saying. He knows Morgan expected him to be some sort of virginal, confused, blank slate of a man-and Reid’s none of those things. If Morgan is looking for any of that… well, that’s just not Reid.
“Not at all, Reid. Not at all. In fact, it gives me something to do,” Morgan replies, taking off his leather jacket and throwing it towards the couch.
“Huh?”
“Well, now I can spend the whole weekend making you forget Mike, and anyone else ever even existed.”
Reid wants to explain that no one has really, truly existed since Morgan came into his life. Everyone has been filling a void, or a sexual need, but none of them and none of the experiences can even come close to the past five minutes they’ve spent together. Morgan doesn’t have to prove anything to Reid through sex… he proved himself to Reid a long time ago in ways that are more important. And he will tell that to Morgan, he’s sure. He knows one day, maybe even tonight, they’ll talk about when all this started, and what the hell it means for the future. But right now…
Reid knows how to have fun.
Reid knows how to let go.
Reid even knows how to fuck.
“You’re on.”