Fic: Thinking On His Feet (M/R, NC-18, slash)

[emmakinney]

 

One sweat drop rolled slowly down the back of Morgan’s neck, glistening on his mocha skin. Reid licked his lips and stared, his pupils dilating and growing dark with lust.

He followed the older man into the locker room, he could feel the sweat leave his own pores but he was sure he didn’t look half as good as Morgan did when he was all panting and wet and sweating and hot and...

...

Reid only noticed Morgan had turned around and began to stare at him when his eyes refocused and he caught the man’s sly smile.

“What?” Reid yelped, his cheeks glowing red with each passing second.

“You were staring at me, pretty boy.” Morgan whispered. Reid could practically feel the heat and sex radiating from Morgan’s hard body.

Reid was rendered speechless, in fact the only time it happened was when he was horny... or near Morgan, though the two things were usually connected. His mouth opened and shut a few times before he resigned himself to the fact that he actually had been caught.

Morgan closed the space between him and Reid and pressed his toned body against his lover’s tall, lanky frame. He pinned Reid against the back of the door and reached a hand down to turn the lock.

“You mind being holed up in here with me, Spencer?” Morgan murmured flirtily against Reid’s full, wet lips. The younger man’s eyes stayed focused on Morgan’s lips whic quirked a smile, he wrapped his arms around Reid’s slim waist.

Reid shook his head slightly, continuing to trace his eyes over the curvature of Morgan’s lips. The older man slowly moved his hands along the dip of Reid’s lower back before pushing his large hands into the back of the younger man’s loose shorts.

Morgan leaned to the side to whisper sexily into his Reid’s ear.

“I love sparring with you, pretty boy. It makes me so hot wrestling you, to overpower you. Those sounds you make when I pin you. Rubbing against you. You love it when I force you onto your back like that, don’t you?” Morgan began to grind his pelvis against Reid’s as he massaged the younger man’s cheeks, pulling them apart slightly and pushing his index finger against Reid’s tight entrance.

Reid whimpered into Morgan’s neck, his soft cries echoing throughout the tiled room. The young doctor pushed back against the probing finger sluttily, groaning when the tip pushed just inside.

“Derek... Derek, oh god. Please.”

“What is it, Spencer? Tell me what you need.”

“Mo... More. I need... inside.” Morgan laughed; he’d give the kid a million dollars if he could spew some fact or scientific results right this second.

Morgan tilted his head, latching his lips and teeth into the supple skin at the crook of Reid’s neck, just as he pushed his entire index finger inside his lover’s tight channel.

Reid hissed at the feeling, though he knew he needed more of the man inside him. Morgan started to lead the younger man towards the showers, keeping his hand inside Reid’s shorts. He swivelled his index finger while rubbing his middle fingers long the crease where they both were connected.

Reid gasped at the extra stimulation, losing concentration as he walked, continuously tripping over his old sneakers. Morgan glanced in front of him, over Reid’s shoulder, keeping his teeth pressed into Reid’s pale skin. He navigated them both until they were directly beneath the shower head.

“I have to pull out, pretty boy, we need to take off our clothes.”

“N... no. Nhh, just...” Reid mumbled, turning around but holding Morgan’s wrist so his fingers stayed inside. “Just fuck me... then shower.” The young doctor pressed his forehead against the cool tile, dropping his shorts. “Pl-please, Derek.”

Morgan groaned, his dick twitched at the sight of his dark fingers disappearing between Reid’s smooth ivory cheeks. He pulled out slightly before pushing an extra finger inside the hot, slick hole.

Reid cried softly, his hot breath condensing against the comfortingly cold tile beneath his scorching face.

“I need it, Derek. Need you.”

Morgan thrust his fingers into Reid’s hungry hole, emitting a groan on every push inside. He only then realised there was no lube.

The older man grinned wickedly, continuing to distract Reid with his fingers as he kneeled down and inhaled his lover’s scent. He suddenly withdrew his fingers and pulled the cheeks apart with his thumbs.

His mouth watered at the sight of Reid’s tightly clenched hole and Morgan leaned forward to place a broad lick along the quivering bud.

“Fff-uck!” Reid cried loudly in surprise, his buttocks clenching with the sensation. “DEREK! Wha-?!”

“Just enjoy it, Spencer.”

Morgan whispered before pressing his face between the smooth cheeks and pushing his tongue inside Reid’s tight contracting hole. Reid cried out loudly, his breath catching in his throat.

Morgan’s tongue swivelled roughly inside Reid, accidentally finding that special spot deep inside him.

“Oh, Derek! M... morrrre!” Spencer wrapped his fingers around the knob of the shower while the fingers of his other hand wrapped around his cock, his hands clenched with the pleasure rushing through his body.

Morgan pushed his two fingers back inside Reid’s tight channel, alongside his tongue. The younger man, lost in pleasure, knocked his head against the tile, the pain didn’t register in his cloudy mind.

“Der... ek, can’t l-last. Need. More.”

Morgan pulled his tongue out of the younger man’s tight wanton hole leaving his fingers there as he stood up. He used his left hand to untie the drawstring of his shorts and align his rigid cock at Reid’s entrance.

Reid didn’t have time to notice Morgan’s fingers leave his body because they were immediately replaced with his leaking member. Reid whimpered in the back of his throat, his head dropped back against Morgan’s shoulder.

“You ready, kid?”

Morgan wrapped his hand around Reid’s hip and his other hand around the shower knob, entwining his fingers with the doctor’s. Reid nodded his head, his eyes closed, his lips open and wet, his chest heaving with shallow breaths.

“Yeah, do it Derek. Please...”

Morgan bit his bottom lip as he slowly pulled out and pushed his cock gently back inside the tight hole. Reid clenched his teeth and bent his knees, pushing himself back on Morgan’s long thick cock. Morgan pulled out once again and, changing the angle, pushed back inside, his cock grazed Reid’s prostate and Reid tightened his fingers around Morgan’s.

“Ha-harder!”

Morgan licked his lips, tasting his own sweat on his skin. He pulled out suddenly and rammed his cock back inside Reid’s clenching channel. The younger man’s breath caught in his throat.

“I nee-need more.”

Reid suddenly pulled away and off of Morgan’s cock. He turned around and noticed the confusion written all over Morgan’s glistening face.

“Spencer! What the f-?”

Reid threw himself at Morgan and pushed them both in the direction of one of the benches. He pushed Morgan to sit astride the bench, his legs on either side. Reid then sat, facing Morgan, on his lap and slid onto Morgan’s long dripping cock.

Reid’s eyes clenched at the full sensation, his fingers clenched into Morgan’s sweaty grey t-shirt as he rose and then fell back down on Morgan’s cock. He continued this rhythm; he moved his hands beneath Morgan’s t-shirt and dragged his fingernails across smooth supple skin. He leaned forward and pressed his lips sloppily in the direction of Morgan’s mouth.

Morgan lay back on the bench, his hands roaming up to grab desperately at Reid’s moving hips. They kissed frantically as they continued to rut against each other.

The friction of their bodies relieved the pressure in Reid’s cock, though he couldn’t help but sit up again and bounce helplessly on Morgan’s long thick member. He found his prostate and held onto Morgan’s shoulders, riding him relentlessly.

Morgan could suddenly feel his orgasm creep up from the base of his spine, he clenched one hand around Reid’s hip and the other around his cock, but Reid batted him away.

“Just... so close. Don’t touch... Just want you.”

Reid continued to fuck himself on Morgan’s dick, clenching tightly on every down motion. Reid’s balls hung heavy beneath his engorged cock, his orgasm was approaching quickly and he wanted Morgan to come with him.

Reid grabbed Morgan’s fingers and pushed them into his mouth, the sensations were almost too much for Reid and he came, stars behind his eyes. Reid pushed down as hard as he could when he came, milking Morgan’s cum from him.

Morgan cried out as his orgasm ripped through his body. He sat up and pulled Reid’s face to his own, kissing through their respective orgasms.

Reid kissed Morgan slowly, sensuously. Morgan wrapped his arms around Reid’s back, he could feel his cum run out of Reid’s hole and over his softening cock. He held the younger man tightly, knowing that his vulnerabilities came to the surface after giving himself over like this.

Morgan placed delicate kisses along Reid’s shoulder and neck, reaching up to whispered quietly in his ear.

“You okay, pretty boy?”

Reid studied Morgan’s face and smiled softly, before his face took on a devilish look.

“You love it when I force you onto your back like this, don’t you, Derek?”

Morgan laughed and helped Reid slide off his softening cock to stand on unsteady legs.

“HEY, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN THERE?! I’VE BEEN BANGING ON THIS FUCKING DOOR FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES! WHO’S IN THERE?” A loud voice yelled through the locked door.

Reid’s eyes grew wide and frightened, his body trembled and he was suddenly frozen with fear. Morgan looked up at his lover from his place on the bench and squeezed his hand gently.

“It’s okay Spence, just go into one of the cubicles, okay? I’ll take care of this.”

“I... I... But...”

“Just do it, babe, please.”

Reid nodded his head and left in the direction of the toilet cubicles.

Morgan stood up, pulled his shorts back up and dragged his cum-stained shirt from his body. He walked up to the door and, cool as possible, unlocked the door.

On the other side was a pissed off huge guy, the one who owned the gym. Shit.

“What the fuck? Why’d you lock the damn door?” The man yelled, his huge frame sweating after one of his many vigorous workouts.

Morgan smiled his trademark grin and opened the door a little wider.

“Hey man, sorry about that. My friend was training here with me but started throwing up just as we got in here. I wanted to clean it up before people came in here, you know? It’s also the reason I am not  wearing a shirt.” Morgan pointed to his bare chest and held up the hand that was holding his stained t-shirt, making sure to keep the cum stains hidden.

“Aw, sorry man. Was it that skinny guy you were with? Yeah, he looked sick. I can get one of the guys to clean it up.”

“No, no it’s fine. I’m finished now. It was mostly in the shower so I washed it away but you might want to clean it better than I did.”

The massive man smiled and patted Morgan’s shoulder with a huge firm hand.

“Thanks for that dude, I’ll let the guys know. Take your time, I’ll put a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign out here too if you’d like.”

“That’d be great, thanks man.”

Morgan nodded his head with a smile and watched the man turn to leave. Morgan sighed in relief and locked the door once again, now that he had the owner’s permission. He rushed towards the cubicle which seemed to have grown a pair of feet that looked dangerously like Spencer’s.

He knocked on the cubicle door and watched as Reid unlocked it, he appeared shyly and pressed a kiss against Morgan lips.

“You can really think on your feet.”

“I do what needs to be done to protect my pretty boy.”

Reid rolled his eyes with a smile, pulling away and walking towards the shower.

He turned to lock eye contact with Morgan and slowly peeled his sweaty, cum stained clothes from his body. He turned on the water and let his head drop back under the hot spray. He looked back up and grinned.

“Want to wash my back?”