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Title: bender
Author/Artist: Psyence
Rating: FRAO / NC-17
Characters/Pairings: morgan / reid
Spoilers/Warnings: no spoilers, m / m sex, bad language.
Notes: not sure if i'll be writing another part to this or not! but i hope people like this <3 it's pure smut. completely. i apologise T_T
Spencer Reid was drunk. Drunk with a capital 'D'. Drunker than he had ever been in his entire life, and it was all Derek Morgan's fault. With this realisation Reid turned his head towards where Morgan had last been and glared.
"What's that look for?" Morgan's voice asked. Reid was so intoxicated he could hardly see, and Morgan's blurry form swam into his vision. Reid corrected his glare to stare right at him.
"I'm drunk," Reid slurred accusingly. Morgan laughed.
"You think?" Morgan sat down next to Reid and chuckled some more. It had been a good few months since the BAU team had been able to take a night off in order to unwind, and Morgan had been the first to suggest a drinking session at their local bar. Reid had never been a big drinker, usually sticking to one or two beers the entire night, but this time Morgan had been feeding him shots of unknown alcohol all night, along with brightly coloured cocktails and mixers. He had matched Reid's drinking perfectly, downing exactly the same amount of alcohol, but he could hold his drink much better than Reid, who looked like he was about to pass out as he swayed in his seat.
"'S all your fault," Reid said, leaning forwards slightly and grabbing at the table for support. Morgan, who was definitely on the way to getting drunk, laughed again. Reid looked up as someone sat down across from him and set their drink down on the table.
"Emily?" he asked, squinting.
"Wow," Prentiss replied, raising an eyebrow at Morgan, who shook his head as if to say 'it's not my fault'.
"I'm drunk," Reid told her, nodding. When Prentiss laughed along with he frowned. "'S'not funny, Morgan did it," he explained, waving a finger in Morgan's direction.
"Mmhm, I'm sure he did." Prentiss patted Reid's arm and grinned. "How could you, Morgan?" she chastised. Morgan shrugged sheepishly.
"How could I resist? He was such an easy target."
"Hey-" Reid started to protest, but Morgan interrupted him.
"Ohhh," he moaned. "Excuse me; I think I just saw my future wife." He winked at Prentiss, who rolled her eyes as he stood up and caught up with a woman walking towards the dance floor.
"Hmm," Reid hummed. "I'm gonna go toilet," he said, standing with the help of the table as leverage.
"Are you going to be okay?" Prentiss asked.
"I'll be fine," Reid answered. He briefly considered reciting the fact that his blood alcohol content needed to be around 0.35% before serious alcohol poisoning could occur, but for once in his life he couldn't actually be bothered. And besides, he really needed to pee. He staggered away from Prentiss, who was in the middle of saying something to him, and towards the toilets. Once inside he collapsed into a cubicle, always preferring to use them to the urinals, and locked the door. He leant against it while he unzipped his fly. He launched himself off of the door and reached out a hand to lean against the wall above the toilet as he relieved himself. Once done he zipped himself back up and fumbled with the lock on the door, panicking a little as he thought he was locked in, but then managed to figure it out. He washed his hands, stared at himself in the mirror and grimaced. His shoulder length hair looking straggly and sweaty and his shirt was half untucked. He attempted to tuck it back in but gave up halfway through, deciding that he was too drunk to care.
Once Reid was back in the bar he walked shakily back towards the table he had been sitting at. He tried to walk in as straight a line as possible, focusing all of his energy on staying upright, but halfway to the table he veered off course slightly and fell into a man at the bar, causing him to spill his drink down the girl he had been chatting up. She shrieked as Reid clung onto the man's back like a barnacle as he fought the urge to slither to the floor. The man shook him off, throwing Reid to the ground in the process, and started shouting at him. Reid lolled on the sticky floor, vaguely aware that he was making a scene, but mostly pleased with the way the floor seemed so comfy.
"Reid, Reid!" someone was shouting. He lifted his head slightly and saw Morgan rushing towards him, quickly followed by Prentiss. Morgan quickly set about calming the man down, while Prentiss struggled to pull Reid up.
"Come on," she said, gripping his arm with surprising force. Reid's limbs weren't co-operating though. His legs felt all floppy and were refusing to let him stand. Morgan turned around, having handed over money for the man to get a new drink, and helped Prentiss.
"You need to go home, Reid," Prentiss said.
"Nooo," Reid moaned, not wanting to be the first one to leave in case he missed anything. In the back of his mind he knew that he was too drunk to be aware of anything from now on, but he wanted to stay at the bar anyway.
"You can't stand, Reid," Morgan pointed out. Reid simply shook his head vehemently, which only made matters worse because his vision whited out for a few moments.
"S'your fault," he accused again.
"I know, I know," Morgan said, shifting slightly so that he was holing Reid up with one arm instead of two. "I'm going to call you a taxi and get you home," Morgan said, flipping open his phone.
"Nooo!" Reid cried sharply, an overwhelming surge of emotion crept up on him from nowhere. He felt tears prick at his eyes as he grabbed Morgan's shirt with one hand. Morgan sighed and glanced towards the dance floor, no doubt at the girl he had been working his magic on.
"Okay, alright, it's okay," he soothed, effectively calming Reid down. "I'll come with you, how about that?" Morgan offered.
"Morgan-" Prentiss started, about to tell him that she would go if he wanted to stay, but Morgan shook his head.
"It's fine, I don't mind. I'm going to make sure you pay me back for this one day, Reid," he said, grinning. Reid nodded slowly, only registering that he wasn't going to have to be the only one leaving anymore.
"Come on," Morgan said, supporting Reid almost fully and working his way through the crowd, saying goodnight to the other BAU members as he went.
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After somehow managing to get Reid coherent enough to remember his own address Morgan let the other man loll his head against his shoulder all the way home, only hoping that he didn't drool on his shirt, since it was one of his favourites. Morgan caught himself sniggering at Reid's drunkenness, feeling only half guilty for causing it. He was only slightly buzzing from the alcohol, maybe only just a little unsteady on his feet. He was wondering how many drinks he had actually bought for Reid when the taxi stopped outside of an apartment building. He paid the driver, shook Reid until he opened his eyes and manoeuvred him out of the car. Reid seemed to have sobered up marginally, because he was able to walk mostly on his own two feet towards the front door of the building. Morgan pulled the large glass door open and went straight to the elevator.
"What floor are you on, Reid?" he asked, staring at the panel of buttons inside the elevator.
"Four..." Reid murmured, eyes only half open. Morgan pressed the corresponding button and they got out at the fourth floor. He glanced down the corridor and saw apartment 20, which he knew was Reid's one, and dragged him towards it. He propped the man up against the wall next to the door and tried the doorknob, knowing already that Reid would have locked up before leaving.
"Okay, kid, get your keys out," Morgan said. Reid just rolled his head towards Morgan and stared drunkenly at him. Morgan closed his eyes for a brief moment, kicking himself for being such a nice guy and offering to take Reid home. It was impossible not to be close with the entire BAU team, since they spent so much time together, and Morgan could easily say that Reid was in his top two favourite people on the team, but he could be a pain in the ass sometimes. He was only just starting to realise that he was a major pain in the ass when he was drunk. All of his intelligence seemed to fly out of the window. He couldn't even comprehend the request for keys, so Morgan figured he was going to have to find them himself.
"Where are your keys, Reid?" he asked clearly, almost raising his voice a little too much. Reid just grunted and closed his eyes. Morgan gritted his teeth to stop himself from shaking the man. He wanted to get Reid inside and into bed so that he could just crash out on the sofa. He had been expecting to get laid that night, and he was still feeling marginally horny because of it, but the knowledge that he wasn't going to get any was making him feel grumpy too. Morgan would do anything for a friend though and he knew it.
"Okay, Reid, don’t freak out," Morgan said, sighing. He moved to stand in front of Reid and gingerly poked two fingers into his front pocket, searching for keys. Nothing. He did it to the other pocket and found an equal amount of nothing so, reaching around, Morgan lightly patted the back pockets of Reid's pants.
Reid moaned.
Morgan tensed immediately, both hands on Reid's ass, one on each cheek. He hadn't even realised what he had been doing. In his mind he had just been searching for keys, but in the mind of an extremely drunk young man? Morgan didn't even need to imagine that. He could feel the keys in Reid's left back pocket. Reid's eyelids flickered open slightly as Morgan lifted his hand to slip it inside the pocket. Reid's shockingly pink tongue flickered out to lick his lips as he let out a breathy moan that even Morgan couldn't deny sounded just a little bit sexy. Reid sounded like a girl. Not in the tone or pitch of his voice, but because he sounded so needy. Morgan gulped and moved his hand a little further down towards the keys. Reid opened his eyes properly then.
"...Morgan?" he asked quietly, in a confused voice. His eyes were still unfocused from the alcohol, and he was certainly still hellishly intoxicated, but he had enough coherence to search Morgan's eyes before closing his own. "Mmm," Reid murmured. Morgan stayed still and silent for a moment and then moved his hand again to get a hold of one of the keys. Reid's breath hitched and he lifted a heavy hand and let it fall against Morgan's hip. He realised that he still had his other hand on Reid's ass, but he couldn't seem to move it and, instead of just getting the keys and opening the door, he gave Reid's ass a tentative squeeze. Reid moaned again and parted his lips slightly, breathing heavily. Morgan stared at those lips and weighed his options.
He could get the keys, open the door and forget that he had just groped one of his best friend’s asses, even if it was only a tiny grope, or he could kiss Reid. He had only ever kissed one man before, and that had been Carl Buford. He rarely thought about that time in his childhood, instead choosing to push it into the back of his mind, but he knew without examining his memories that kissing Reid would be completely different. But he would be taking advantage of Reid, undoubtedly, and he didn't want to do that. Morgan didn't know if Reid swung that way, he certainly didn't, but he liked to think that he had quite an open mind. Morgan licked his lips. Maybe just a little kiss? He wouldn't take it too far, he just really wanted to taste Reid right then, probably because he was horny and had his hands on Reid's ass and Reid had gone and moaned like that. Yeah, Morgan thought, just a little kiss.
He leant in close, sliding his left hand up and out of Reid's back pocket to rest against his lower back and closed his eyes, just grazing his lips against Reid's, who murmured slightly. Morgan pressed his lips against the younger man's for a moment and then slid his tongue into Reid's slightly open mouth. Reid's own tongue met the invasion and sleepily caressed Morgan's back. He moaned again, tightening his hand on Morgan's hip, and kissed back harder. Morgan meant to stop, he really did, but he couldn't. He could feel the light stubble on Reid's upper lip but it didn't turn him off, in fact it did the opposite. He pushed against Reid, letting his now hard cock thrust lightly against him and felt Reid's own hardness there.
Morgan suddenly pulled himself away from Reid, bringing the keys from his pocket with him. He fumbled with them, unusually flustered. Reid was staring at him with confusion written all over his face. Morgan got the door open and pulled Reid inside, who staggered. Morgan spotted the light switch on the wall next to the door and flicked it, finding himself standing just inside an incredibly messy living room. Reid's hand was wandering over Morgan's chest, slowly working its way down, and Morgan grabbed it, already knowing that he had gone too far. Reid whined, trying to break free.
"Reid," Morgan said, trying to explain. "No, we can't. You're drunk. I'm not going to take advantage of you." He shook his head to add emphasis, but Reid was too far gone to understand. Morgan sighed and walked Reid over to the couch and sat him down, and then stood back, wondering what he was going to do. He decided the one thing he definitely needed was a glass of water. He left Reid sitting on the couch, head lolling against the cushions and walked into the kitchen. He opened cupboards at random until he found a glass and then filled it from the tap. He drank it all in one go, gasping slightly as he finished. He set the glass down on the messy countertop that was full of unwashed dishes and turned to go back into the living room.
Through the open door Morgan could see Reid, who was still sitting on the sofa, only he had spread his legs and was touching himself through his pants. Morgan's knees went weak. He took a step forwards, eyes glued to the sight, and gulped. He made his way into the living room and stared some more.
Reid was panting as he pressed the palm of his hand against his cock. He lifted his other hand and ran it through his hair before letting his hand wander to his mouth. Two fingers slipped into his mouth and he sucked them hungrily. Morgan knew he wasn't going to be able to resist. He pitched himself towards Reid, who opened his eyes as the sofa dipped when Morgan sat next to him. His eyes slid over Morgan's face. Morgan gripped Reid's wrist and pulled the fingers from his mouth and leant in, replacing them with his mouth. He kissed Reid hungrily, burying his hand in his hair. Reid was sliding sideways down onto the sofa, and Morgan found himself moving to lie on top of him before he really knew what was happening. He lay in between Reid's legs and thrust against him, hard. Reid let out a strangled moan, breaking the kiss. Morgan sucked at Reid's exposed neck, leaving a raw red mark, and bit lightly.
Reid's hands jerked at Morgan's shirt, desperately trying to get it off, and Morgan complied easily, popping a few buttons and then tugging it over his head. Reid was grappling with his tie, trying to undo the knot. Morgan took over and slung it onto the floor with his shirt and then moved to undo Reid's shirt, which he practically ripped open. Reid pulled Morgan down into another kiss, bucking up against him and letting out those needy moans again. He broke the kiss to beg.
"Please, please, I want you," he pleaded. Morgan couldn't deny him, couldn't even stop to think that he had never done this before with a guy. He'd done it with girls more times than he could remember, but never a man. He kissed Reid hard while grinding himself against his hip. Reid kissed back passionately, fighting for dominance for a moment before giving in and letting Morgan take control, who ended the kiss and stood up, leaving Reid moaning from the loss.
"I'll be back in a minute," Morgan babbled, rushing to the kitchen and shedding his jeans as he went. He pulled open one of the cupboards where he knew he had seen a bottle of cooking oil. He knew it would do the job perfectly. It was a last resort, but it would do. He quickly made his way back into the living room to see Reid kicking off his shoes and vainly attempting to navigate the zipper on his pants, but they were just too much for him in his drunken state. It reminded Morgan exactly what he was doing. He went over to Reid, his lust quietened slightly but no less present, and perched on the sofa next to him.
"Reid, listen to me," he said. Reid's eyes met his. They had darkened and were dilated, and his mouth was panting again. He moaned.
"Hurry up," he said. Morgan shook his head, gulping.
"Reid, are you sure?" he asked. Reid nodded and, finally getting the zipper on his pants down, plunged one hand into the predictable boxer briefs he was wearing and tugged on himself, making him throw his head back. Morgan's own cock twitched at the sight. Reid was watching him through lowered eyelids and he groped his free hand out into Morgan's lap and wormed his long thin fingers into Morgan's boxers and tugged him in time with his own ministrations. Morgan could hardly believe that Reid could be so forward, even with so much alcohol in his system. He watched, transfixed, as Reid stopped stroking himself and attempted to sit up, needing to grab onto the back of the couch to lift himself. He used both hands to pull Morgan's boxers down and bent forwards almost instantly, hardly giving Morgan time to catch on.
Reid's mouth was hot and wet and hungry. He took Morgan in halfway, sucked hard and then went the rest of the way down. Spencer Reid didn't have a gag reflex.
"Fuck!" Morgan shouted and couldn't help but buck upwards, even though Reid already had all of him in his mouth and down his throat. Reid moved back, breathing harshly and sucked Morgan, moving up and down seemingly as fast as he could. Morgan knew that Reid's drunkenness would impair his 'ability' and wanted almost desperately to know what he was like when he was sober. Reid deep throated him once more before Morgan pushed him off of him, knowing that he was going to be too close if he let him continue. Reid had that same confused look on his face, as if he was worried that he was being rejected, but Morgan started to pull his pants down and off of his long legs, along with his shoes. He drank in the sight of Spencer Reid lying on the couch, legs spread, cock dripping pre-come and hands itching to jerk himself off.
"Turn around," Morgan said roughly. Reid scrabbled up, needing to grip the sofa again, and turned onto his stomach. He was all long limbs and messy hair. Morgan lifted his hips so that he was on his knees and Reid lay his cheek on the arm of the sofa. Morgan took up the bottle of oil and took the cap half off so that he would be able to drizzle it and then did just that, in between Reid's cheeks. Reid jumped slightly at the cool liquid, and shuddered.
"Not too much," Reid moaned as Morgan used his free hand to pull his cheeks apart. Morgan complied and poured some oil over his fingers and then set the bottle down. He circled his index finger around Reid’s hole and dipped it inside slightly, making Reid gasp. He pressed a little deeper, pulled out and then went back in until he passed the ring on muscle. He eased his finger all the way in, let Reid get used to it for a moment and then started to finger fuck him, slowly at first and then faster. Reid moaned wantonly, and Morgan pulled his finger out only to press two back in. Reid's breath caught and he pressed back against them. Morgan could only continue for so long before was desperate. He stopped and sat up behind Reid, who was whining now, grabbed the bottle and spread some more oil over his cock. He tugged himself a few times and then positioned himself.
Morgan slowly pressed into Reid, who seemed to momentarily stop breathing. He groaned loudly, pulled out to go back in and managed to get the head of his cock inside. Reid was so tight, tighter than any of the women. Morgan was halfway in and Reid was gasping.
"Is it - are you okay?" Morgan asked disjointedly. Reid nodded, mouth open, fingers clenching the cushions below him.
"All of it, please," he begged. A smirk flickered across Morgan's features as he realised that Reid was quite the little hussy, but he did as he was told and sank deeper into him, needing to pull back a couple of times and then work until he was down to the hilt. Reid pushed back against Morgan, as if to make sure that he was completely inside, and then moved forwards. He started to fuck himself on Morgan's cock, letting out tiny moans as he did. Morgan allowed him to do this for a few minutes until he needed more, and he could tell that Reid did too because his rhythm was speeding up. Morgan gripped Reid's bony hips tightly and rutted against him the next time he thrust backwards. Reid cried out sharply, reaching back and grabbing onto Morgan's thigh.
"There!" he shouted. Morgan continued to thrust into Reid, making sure to hit that spot exactly. Reid's moans rose in volume, and Morgan couldn't get enough of them. He reached under Reid and grabbed a hold of his cock and jerked him off in time to his thrusts.
"Oh my God," Reid cried, "Harder, harder please, harder!" Morgan didn't think it was possible to fuck him any harder, but he managed to. The sofa was creaking loudly, sounding as if it was about to break, but Morgan didn't care, he could feel his orgasm approaching, and fast. He leant over Reid and wrapped his arms around his chest, fucking him shallowly but hard still, and Reid gripped the cushions and wailed as he came. Morgan followed instantly, set off as Reid tightened around his cock. Morgan groaned appreciatively, working himself to a slow stop and then collapsing on top of Reid. They lay there in a stupor for a few minutes until Morgan's softening cock slipped out of Reid and Morgan shifted to one side, throwing an arm around Reid's waist and kissing his shoulder absently.
And just before Morgan fell asleep he wondered how exactly Reid was going to react in the morning....
x-posted to bau_fic
PSYENCE :: OUT
Author/Artist: Psyence
Rating: FRAO / NC-17
Characters/Pairings: morgan / reid
Spoilers/Warnings: no spoilers, m / m sex, bad language.
Notes: not sure if i'll be writing another part to this or not! but i hope people like this <3 it's pure smut. completely. i apologise T_T
Spencer Reid was drunk. Drunk with a capital 'D'. Drunker than he had ever been in his entire life, and it was all Derek Morgan's fault. With this realisation Reid turned his head towards where Morgan had last been and glared.
"What's that look for?" Morgan's voice asked. Reid was so intoxicated he could hardly see, and Morgan's blurry form swam into his vision. Reid corrected his glare to stare right at him.
"I'm drunk," Reid slurred accusingly. Morgan laughed.
"You think?" Morgan sat down next to Reid and chuckled some more. It had been a good few months since the BAU team had been able to take a night off in order to unwind, and Morgan had been the first to suggest a drinking session at their local bar. Reid had never been a big drinker, usually sticking to one or two beers the entire night, but this time Morgan had been feeding him shots of unknown alcohol all night, along with brightly coloured cocktails and mixers. He had matched Reid's drinking perfectly, downing exactly the same amount of alcohol, but he could hold his drink much better than Reid, who looked like he was about to pass out as he swayed in his seat.
"'S all your fault," Reid said, leaning forwards slightly and grabbing at the table for support. Morgan, who was definitely on the way to getting drunk, laughed again. Reid looked up as someone sat down across from him and set their drink down on the table.
"Emily?" he asked, squinting.
"Wow," Prentiss replied, raising an eyebrow at Morgan, who shook his head as if to say 'it's not my fault'.
"I'm drunk," Reid told her, nodding. When Prentiss laughed along with he frowned. "'S'not funny, Morgan did it," he explained, waving a finger in Morgan's direction.
"Mmhm, I'm sure he did." Prentiss patted Reid's arm and grinned. "How could you, Morgan?" she chastised. Morgan shrugged sheepishly.
"How could I resist? He was such an easy target."
"Hey-" Reid started to protest, but Morgan interrupted him.
"Ohhh," he moaned. "Excuse me; I think I just saw my future wife." He winked at Prentiss, who rolled her eyes as he stood up and caught up with a woman walking towards the dance floor.
"Hmm," Reid hummed. "I'm gonna go toilet," he said, standing with the help of the table as leverage.
"Are you going to be okay?" Prentiss asked.
"I'll be fine," Reid answered. He briefly considered reciting the fact that his blood alcohol content needed to be around 0.35% before serious alcohol poisoning could occur, but for once in his life he couldn't actually be bothered. And besides, he really needed to pee. He staggered away from Prentiss, who was in the middle of saying something to him, and towards the toilets. Once inside he collapsed into a cubicle, always preferring to use them to the urinals, and locked the door. He leant against it while he unzipped his fly. He launched himself off of the door and reached out a hand to lean against the wall above the toilet as he relieved himself. Once done he zipped himself back up and fumbled with the lock on the door, panicking a little as he thought he was locked in, but then managed to figure it out. He washed his hands, stared at himself in the mirror and grimaced. His shoulder length hair looking straggly and sweaty and his shirt was half untucked. He attempted to tuck it back in but gave up halfway through, deciding that he was too drunk to care.
Once Reid was back in the bar he walked shakily back towards the table he had been sitting at. He tried to walk in as straight a line as possible, focusing all of his energy on staying upright, but halfway to the table he veered off course slightly and fell into a man at the bar, causing him to spill his drink down the girl he had been chatting up. She shrieked as Reid clung onto the man's back like a barnacle as he fought the urge to slither to the floor. The man shook him off, throwing Reid to the ground in the process, and started shouting at him. Reid lolled on the sticky floor, vaguely aware that he was making a scene, but mostly pleased with the way the floor seemed so comfy.
"Reid, Reid!" someone was shouting. He lifted his head slightly and saw Morgan rushing towards him, quickly followed by Prentiss. Morgan quickly set about calming the man down, while Prentiss struggled to pull Reid up.
"Come on," she said, gripping his arm with surprising force. Reid's limbs weren't co-operating though. His legs felt all floppy and were refusing to let him stand. Morgan turned around, having handed over money for the man to get a new drink, and helped Prentiss.
"You need to go home, Reid," Prentiss said.
"Nooo," Reid moaned, not wanting to be the first one to leave in case he missed anything. In the back of his mind he knew that he was too drunk to be aware of anything from now on, but he wanted to stay at the bar anyway.
"You can't stand, Reid," Morgan pointed out. Reid simply shook his head vehemently, which only made matters worse because his vision whited out for a few moments.
"S'your fault," he accused again.
"I know, I know," Morgan said, shifting slightly so that he was holing Reid up with one arm instead of two. "I'm going to call you a taxi and get you home," Morgan said, flipping open his phone.
"Nooo!" Reid cried sharply, an overwhelming surge of emotion crept up on him from nowhere. He felt tears prick at his eyes as he grabbed Morgan's shirt with one hand. Morgan sighed and glanced towards the dance floor, no doubt at the girl he had been working his magic on.
"Okay, alright, it's okay," he soothed, effectively calming Reid down. "I'll come with you, how about that?" Morgan offered.
"Morgan-" Prentiss started, about to tell him that she would go if he wanted to stay, but Morgan shook his head.
"It's fine, I don't mind. I'm going to make sure you pay me back for this one day, Reid," he said, grinning. Reid nodded slowly, only registering that he wasn't going to have to be the only one leaving anymore.
"Come on," Morgan said, supporting Reid almost fully and working his way through the crowd, saying goodnight to the other BAU members as he went.
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After somehow managing to get Reid coherent enough to remember his own address Morgan let the other man loll his head against his shoulder all the way home, only hoping that he didn't drool on his shirt, since it was one of his favourites. Morgan caught himself sniggering at Reid's drunkenness, feeling only half guilty for causing it. He was only slightly buzzing from the alcohol, maybe only just a little unsteady on his feet. He was wondering how many drinks he had actually bought for Reid when the taxi stopped outside of an apartment building. He paid the driver, shook Reid until he opened his eyes and manoeuvred him out of the car. Reid seemed to have sobered up marginally, because he was able to walk mostly on his own two feet towards the front door of the building. Morgan pulled the large glass door open and went straight to the elevator.
"What floor are you on, Reid?" he asked, staring at the panel of buttons inside the elevator.
"Four..." Reid murmured, eyes only half open. Morgan pressed the corresponding button and they got out at the fourth floor. He glanced down the corridor and saw apartment 20, which he knew was Reid's one, and dragged him towards it. He propped the man up against the wall next to the door and tried the doorknob, knowing already that Reid would have locked up before leaving.
"Okay, kid, get your keys out," Morgan said. Reid just rolled his head towards Morgan and stared drunkenly at him. Morgan closed his eyes for a brief moment, kicking himself for being such a nice guy and offering to take Reid home. It was impossible not to be close with the entire BAU team, since they spent so much time together, and Morgan could easily say that Reid was in his top two favourite people on the team, but he could be a pain in the ass sometimes. He was only just starting to realise that he was a major pain in the ass when he was drunk. All of his intelligence seemed to fly out of the window. He couldn't even comprehend the request for keys, so Morgan figured he was going to have to find them himself.
"Where are your keys, Reid?" he asked clearly, almost raising his voice a little too much. Reid just grunted and closed his eyes. Morgan gritted his teeth to stop himself from shaking the man. He wanted to get Reid inside and into bed so that he could just crash out on the sofa. He had been expecting to get laid that night, and he was still feeling marginally horny because of it, but the knowledge that he wasn't going to get any was making him feel grumpy too. Morgan would do anything for a friend though and he knew it.
"Okay, Reid, don’t freak out," Morgan said, sighing. He moved to stand in front of Reid and gingerly poked two fingers into his front pocket, searching for keys. Nothing. He did it to the other pocket and found an equal amount of nothing so, reaching around, Morgan lightly patted the back pockets of Reid's pants.
Reid moaned.
Morgan tensed immediately, both hands on Reid's ass, one on each cheek. He hadn't even realised what he had been doing. In his mind he had just been searching for keys, but in the mind of an extremely drunk young man? Morgan didn't even need to imagine that. He could feel the keys in Reid's left back pocket. Reid's eyelids flickered open slightly as Morgan lifted his hand to slip it inside the pocket. Reid's shockingly pink tongue flickered out to lick his lips as he let out a breathy moan that even Morgan couldn't deny sounded just a little bit sexy. Reid sounded like a girl. Not in the tone or pitch of his voice, but because he sounded so needy. Morgan gulped and moved his hand a little further down towards the keys. Reid opened his eyes properly then.
"...Morgan?" he asked quietly, in a confused voice. His eyes were still unfocused from the alcohol, and he was certainly still hellishly intoxicated, but he had enough coherence to search Morgan's eyes before closing his own. "Mmm," Reid murmured. Morgan stayed still and silent for a moment and then moved his hand again to get a hold of one of the keys. Reid's breath hitched and he lifted a heavy hand and let it fall against Morgan's hip. He realised that he still had his other hand on Reid's ass, but he couldn't seem to move it and, instead of just getting the keys and opening the door, he gave Reid's ass a tentative squeeze. Reid moaned again and parted his lips slightly, breathing heavily. Morgan stared at those lips and weighed his options.
He could get the keys, open the door and forget that he had just groped one of his best friend’s asses, even if it was only a tiny grope, or he could kiss Reid. He had only ever kissed one man before, and that had been Carl Buford. He rarely thought about that time in his childhood, instead choosing to push it into the back of his mind, but he knew without examining his memories that kissing Reid would be completely different. But he would be taking advantage of Reid, undoubtedly, and he didn't want to do that. Morgan didn't know if Reid swung that way, he certainly didn't, but he liked to think that he had quite an open mind. Morgan licked his lips. Maybe just a little kiss? He wouldn't take it too far, he just really wanted to taste Reid right then, probably because he was horny and had his hands on Reid's ass and Reid had gone and moaned like that. Yeah, Morgan thought, just a little kiss.
He leant in close, sliding his left hand up and out of Reid's back pocket to rest against his lower back and closed his eyes, just grazing his lips against Reid's, who murmured slightly. Morgan pressed his lips against the younger man's for a moment and then slid his tongue into Reid's slightly open mouth. Reid's own tongue met the invasion and sleepily caressed Morgan's back. He moaned again, tightening his hand on Morgan's hip, and kissed back harder. Morgan meant to stop, he really did, but he couldn't. He could feel the light stubble on Reid's upper lip but it didn't turn him off, in fact it did the opposite. He pushed against Reid, letting his now hard cock thrust lightly against him and felt Reid's own hardness there.
Morgan suddenly pulled himself away from Reid, bringing the keys from his pocket with him. He fumbled with them, unusually flustered. Reid was staring at him with confusion written all over his face. Morgan got the door open and pulled Reid inside, who staggered. Morgan spotted the light switch on the wall next to the door and flicked it, finding himself standing just inside an incredibly messy living room. Reid's hand was wandering over Morgan's chest, slowly working its way down, and Morgan grabbed it, already knowing that he had gone too far. Reid whined, trying to break free.
"Reid," Morgan said, trying to explain. "No, we can't. You're drunk. I'm not going to take advantage of you." He shook his head to add emphasis, but Reid was too far gone to understand. Morgan sighed and walked Reid over to the couch and sat him down, and then stood back, wondering what he was going to do. He decided the one thing he definitely needed was a glass of water. He left Reid sitting on the couch, head lolling against the cushions and walked into the kitchen. He opened cupboards at random until he found a glass and then filled it from the tap. He drank it all in one go, gasping slightly as he finished. He set the glass down on the messy countertop that was full of unwashed dishes and turned to go back into the living room.
Through the open door Morgan could see Reid, who was still sitting on the sofa, only he had spread his legs and was touching himself through his pants. Morgan's knees went weak. He took a step forwards, eyes glued to the sight, and gulped. He made his way into the living room and stared some more.
Reid was panting as he pressed the palm of his hand against his cock. He lifted his other hand and ran it through his hair before letting his hand wander to his mouth. Two fingers slipped into his mouth and he sucked them hungrily. Morgan knew he wasn't going to be able to resist. He pitched himself towards Reid, who opened his eyes as the sofa dipped when Morgan sat next to him. His eyes slid over Morgan's face. Morgan gripped Reid's wrist and pulled the fingers from his mouth and leant in, replacing them with his mouth. He kissed Reid hungrily, burying his hand in his hair. Reid was sliding sideways down onto the sofa, and Morgan found himself moving to lie on top of him before he really knew what was happening. He lay in between Reid's legs and thrust against him, hard. Reid let out a strangled moan, breaking the kiss. Morgan sucked at Reid's exposed neck, leaving a raw red mark, and bit lightly.
Reid's hands jerked at Morgan's shirt, desperately trying to get it off, and Morgan complied easily, popping a few buttons and then tugging it over his head. Reid was grappling with his tie, trying to undo the knot. Morgan took over and slung it onto the floor with his shirt and then moved to undo Reid's shirt, which he practically ripped open. Reid pulled Morgan down into another kiss, bucking up against him and letting out those needy moans again. He broke the kiss to beg.
"Please, please, I want you," he pleaded. Morgan couldn't deny him, couldn't even stop to think that he had never done this before with a guy. He'd done it with girls more times than he could remember, but never a man. He kissed Reid hard while grinding himself against his hip. Reid kissed back passionately, fighting for dominance for a moment before giving in and letting Morgan take control, who ended the kiss and stood up, leaving Reid moaning from the loss.
"I'll be back in a minute," Morgan babbled, rushing to the kitchen and shedding his jeans as he went. He pulled open one of the cupboards where he knew he had seen a bottle of cooking oil. He knew it would do the job perfectly. It was a last resort, but it would do. He quickly made his way back into the living room to see Reid kicking off his shoes and vainly attempting to navigate the zipper on his pants, but they were just too much for him in his drunken state. It reminded Morgan exactly what he was doing. He went over to Reid, his lust quietened slightly but no less present, and perched on the sofa next to him.
"Reid, listen to me," he said. Reid's eyes met his. They had darkened and were dilated, and his mouth was panting again. He moaned.
"Hurry up," he said. Morgan shook his head, gulping.
"Reid, are you sure?" he asked. Reid nodded and, finally getting the zipper on his pants down, plunged one hand into the predictable boxer briefs he was wearing and tugged on himself, making him throw his head back. Morgan's own cock twitched at the sight. Reid was watching him through lowered eyelids and he groped his free hand out into Morgan's lap and wormed his long thin fingers into Morgan's boxers and tugged him in time with his own ministrations. Morgan could hardly believe that Reid could be so forward, even with so much alcohol in his system. He watched, transfixed, as Reid stopped stroking himself and attempted to sit up, needing to grab onto the back of the couch to lift himself. He used both hands to pull Morgan's boxers down and bent forwards almost instantly, hardly giving Morgan time to catch on.
Reid's mouth was hot and wet and hungry. He took Morgan in halfway, sucked hard and then went the rest of the way down. Spencer Reid didn't have a gag reflex.
"Fuck!" Morgan shouted and couldn't help but buck upwards, even though Reid already had all of him in his mouth and down his throat. Reid moved back, breathing harshly and sucked Morgan, moving up and down seemingly as fast as he could. Morgan knew that Reid's drunkenness would impair his 'ability' and wanted almost desperately to know what he was like when he was sober. Reid deep throated him once more before Morgan pushed him off of him, knowing that he was going to be too close if he let him continue. Reid had that same confused look on his face, as if he was worried that he was being rejected, but Morgan started to pull his pants down and off of his long legs, along with his shoes. He drank in the sight of Spencer Reid lying on the couch, legs spread, cock dripping pre-come and hands itching to jerk himself off.
"Turn around," Morgan said roughly. Reid scrabbled up, needing to grip the sofa again, and turned onto his stomach. He was all long limbs and messy hair. Morgan lifted his hips so that he was on his knees and Reid lay his cheek on the arm of the sofa. Morgan took up the bottle of oil and took the cap half off so that he would be able to drizzle it and then did just that, in between Reid's cheeks. Reid jumped slightly at the cool liquid, and shuddered.
"Not too much," Reid moaned as Morgan used his free hand to pull his cheeks apart. Morgan complied and poured some oil over his fingers and then set the bottle down. He circled his index finger around Reid’s hole and dipped it inside slightly, making Reid gasp. He pressed a little deeper, pulled out and then went back in until he passed the ring on muscle. He eased his finger all the way in, let Reid get used to it for a moment and then started to finger fuck him, slowly at first and then faster. Reid moaned wantonly, and Morgan pulled his finger out only to press two back in. Reid's breath caught and he pressed back against them. Morgan could only continue for so long before was desperate. He stopped and sat up behind Reid, who was whining now, grabbed the bottle and spread some more oil over his cock. He tugged himself a few times and then positioned himself.
Morgan slowly pressed into Reid, who seemed to momentarily stop breathing. He groaned loudly, pulled out to go back in and managed to get the head of his cock inside. Reid was so tight, tighter than any of the women. Morgan was halfway in and Reid was gasping.
"Is it - are you okay?" Morgan asked disjointedly. Reid nodded, mouth open, fingers clenching the cushions below him.
"All of it, please," he begged. A smirk flickered across Morgan's features as he realised that Reid was quite the little hussy, but he did as he was told and sank deeper into him, needing to pull back a couple of times and then work until he was down to the hilt. Reid pushed back against Morgan, as if to make sure that he was completely inside, and then moved forwards. He started to fuck himself on Morgan's cock, letting out tiny moans as he did. Morgan allowed him to do this for a few minutes until he needed more, and he could tell that Reid did too because his rhythm was speeding up. Morgan gripped Reid's bony hips tightly and rutted against him the next time he thrust backwards. Reid cried out sharply, reaching back and grabbing onto Morgan's thigh.
"There!" he shouted. Morgan continued to thrust into Reid, making sure to hit that spot exactly. Reid's moans rose in volume, and Morgan couldn't get enough of them. He reached under Reid and grabbed a hold of his cock and jerked him off in time to his thrusts.
"Oh my God," Reid cried, "Harder, harder please, harder!" Morgan didn't think it was possible to fuck him any harder, but he managed to. The sofa was creaking loudly, sounding as if it was about to break, but Morgan didn't care, he could feel his orgasm approaching, and fast. He leant over Reid and wrapped his arms around his chest, fucking him shallowly but hard still, and Reid gripped the cushions and wailed as he came. Morgan followed instantly, set off as Reid tightened around his cock. Morgan groaned appreciatively, working himself to a slow stop and then collapsing on top of Reid. They lay there in a stupor for a few minutes until Morgan's softening cock slipped out of Reid and Morgan shifted to one side, throwing an arm around Reid's waist and kissing his shoulder absently.
And just before Morgan fell asleep he wondered how exactly Reid was going to react in the morning....
x-posted to bau_fic
PSYENCE :: OUT