Fic: It's Just Business (Morgan/Reid FRAO NC-17)
Title: It’s Just Business
Author: rowena_dawson
Rating: FRAO (NC-17)
Length: ~1,300
Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Warnings: Slash, hooker!Reid, oral sex, unresolved issues, un-betaed
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, I just play with them.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Morgan was not the type of guy who was interested in prostitutes…
Author’s Notes: Just a story that I thought would be interesting to read…Comments are appreciated and loved! Un-betaed so all mistakes are mine…blah blah blah.
Morgan was not doing well.
He was stuck in a rut, both physically and mentally. The last case really drained it out of him. It didn’t help that his last girlfriend had walked out on him just several days before. He had kept her a secret (even from Garcia) but now, he didn’t know how he could justify his acts without alarming the rest of the group.
Everything was starting to pile up on him. Work, home, family, friends…
Maybe this is the real reason he got in his car and why he cruised 67th Street looking for some love.
Morgan was not the type of guy who was interested in prostitutes. He could have his pick of any girl he wanted, but this was part of the problem.
Lately, he wasn’t interested in girls.
It was one thing to ask a pretty woman out for a Saturday date, but another man that was a problem. Deep down, he felt wrong for this feeling, especially after all those church services, but he still had feelings for women as well. He was utterly confused. Maybe he just needed more sex. Morgan laughed softly as he drove down a block. He had never propositioned any of the males down here before. He had chickened out the last time and drove home before he could change his mind again.
His mind was racing when he turned onto 67th Street. Small clusters of men lined parts of the low lit streets. Some were in drag, almost unrecognizable except for the tell-tale bump and sometimes an adam’s apple, but many wore just plain T-shirts and tight jeans. The only difference between these men and just normal men, Morgan noticed, was a look of hunger as they eyed and blew kisses at cars.
His hands sweat and he gulped as he drove down the street. It was like a supermarket of sin. They came near the car, waiting for any signal of interest. Morgan was incredibly and most undoubtedly lost. Finally, he stopped when a young man in a hooded sweatshirt stood near the car. Dark black hair hid underneath, but he was skinny and small.
Morgan motioned and the man strode over.
“Hey, looking for date?” a husky voice asked. The shadows hide the man’s face.
“Uh, sure, get in.” Morgan shifted uncomfortably as the man opened the door and sat down next to him. He was even more embarrassed when he looked over at the man.
“Reid?!” The young man twitched in his seat and looked over.
“Morgan?!” His put-on husky voice cracked. There was a definite look of shock on his face.
“What….what are you doing here?” Morgan sputtered out.
“Don’t act so dumb,” Reid sighed, leaning back, “Garcia sent you, didn’t she?”
“What? Uh…yeah,” Morgan covered.
“Damn her and her all-knowing omniscience.”
“What?” Morgan suddenly got angry, “you’re angry at her? You’re angry at her when you’re out here selling your body?” He could feel the rage starting to build up.
“Can we continue this conversation in Lewis Park?” Reid said, looking out the window, “your presence here is making everybody else anxious. Besides, gotta act like a customer or people are going to act weird.” He wasn’t happy, but Morgan nodded.
Silence filled the parked car.
“Aren’t you going to yell at me?” the young genius fidgeted.
“What?”
“Yell at me for ruining my life and all that.”
“To be honest, I’m still in shock that you’d even do something like this.”
“Bills don’t pay themselves.”
“Reid, you could always…”
“Stop,” he held up a hand, “I don’t need anyone else’s money, Morgan.”
“Yeah? But I bet if Hotch knew about this little side job of yours, he’d have something to say about this.” Reid said nothing in response. He peeled off the dark-haired wig. Nervously and obviously out of his comfort zone, he flushed and picked under his fingernails.
What Morgan didn’t want to tell him was that finding him the way he had, had been a pleasurable shot to the groin. The young, vulnerable man at the office was “working for a living”? Oh god, there was something wrong about this. But Morgan still was turned on.
“How much money do you charge anyway?” Morgan finally said.
“Well, it depends on the night and sometimes, even the customer,” Reid said in his usually fact-spewing tone, “I can make upwards of about three hundred on a good night for a couple hours.”
“It’s a shame you’d sell yourself for so little.”
Reid blushed as if he had given him a chaste compliment. Morgan winked at him.
“I’m not cheap, if that’s what you’re implying. Seventy-five for oral, a hundred for the whole thing, and fifty-five for half-and-half.”
Morgan’s stomach hit the floor. Here was his Pretty boy, discussing paid sex favors with him as if he had been a potential buyer. He was one. He still was one. Before he could think about it anymore, he pulled out his wallet and withdrew some money. Reid looked confused.
“Look, Morgan, I know you want to help, but I’m not just going to take your money.”
“I know.”
His voice cracked slightly as he said it. He made a desperate attempt to keep eye contact without blushing, but he failed miserably. Reid’s eyes widened slightly, but then he smiled out of the corner of his mouth.
“Garcia…she didn’t send you did she?”
“No.”
No more words were spoken as Reid reached over to cup Morgan’s face. Slowly, painfully, he kissed the man fully on the lips. Morgan moaned and kissed him back on the face. Reid darted his tongue slowly in and out of Morgan’s mouth simulating intercourse, slowly, before his tongue caressed Morgan’s own. When he pulled back, Morgan groaned.
“Mmm…come here often,” Reid purred, nuzzling his neck.
“Pretty boy,” Morgan moaned as Reid started palming the bulge in the darker man’s pants. Liking his lips, Reid increased the friction against the pants causing more moans from Morgan.
“Mmm…how does that feel?” he whispered.
“Uh…ummm….” Morgan whimpered. Reid chuckled and started unbuckling Morgan’s pants. He cupped the man through his underwear before pulling off the boxers. Morgan’s cock sprang out from underneath the elastic.
“Mmm,” Reid purred before wrapping his tongue around the length.
“Oh god….oh….shit….” he moaned, his hands flexing on the steering wheel. Reid licked a stripe down on the veiny cock before kissing the head, now dripping with pre-come. He hummed along the length.
“Fuck…oh….Reid….”
Reid saw Morgan’s hips start to move and he knew the man was getting close. He smiled at the end of his cock and swallowed the man whole. Reaching up, he rubbed the man’s balls at the same time.
“Mmmm…..fuck…..gonna come Pretty boy….”
Reid went faster, taking him all in his mouth, lapping his tongue around the angry cock over and over and over….
“Reid!” Morgan cried as he came down the young man’s throat. Reid proceeded to suck Morgan dry, lapping his tongue around the limp member before pulling off. He licked him off his lips and sat back up.
Morgan was slumped over, dazed but had a small smile that Reid hadn’t seen in his co-worker in a long time. He couldn’t help but smile as well.
Morgan was in such a daze that reality didn’t quite mix yet. Reality came crashing down to him when he saw Reid take the money from where he had set it down earlier and stick it in his side pocket. Morgan then realized these emotions with Reid hadn’t been for free…and they might never be. It hit his chest hard. Alarmed, he noticed Reid open the car door.
“Wait,” Morgan said softly and the young man did so for a second, “do you…want to come back to my place?”
Reid looked away from the man and stared at an imaginary object.
“It’s just business,” he said, “I’m sorry.” He leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. “You can always come see me. I’ll see you around.” The young man flashed a smile, that Morgan was certain of was only for his benefit, before shutting the door behind him and walking off into the shadows of the night.
And for now, it was enough.