Fanfic: "Proof of Life", Morgan/Reid
Title: Proof of Life
Fandom/Pairing: Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid
Rating: R, FRM
Length: ~1 100
Disclaimer: These characters sadly do not belong to me.
A/N: Written for ansera's Criminal Minds Kink Meme for prompt: Wall!sex Reid's lover needs reassurance after a case and can't wait till they get back to the hotel. Spoilers for season five.
They almost make it to the hotel room.
Morgan is trembling with pent-up adrenaline, his hands tightly fisted at his sides as he resists his natural instinct to reassure himself with touch, but all things considered he thinks he's shown incredible restraint. Until he and Reid are standing in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for the elevator, and Reid starts absently fingering the bruises on his neck.
Morgan watches him press his fingertips into the mottled skin and wince when he lifts them away, before pressing back down again in another spot. Reid probably doesn't even realize he's doing it, but Morgan sees, and the tenuous grip he's been keeping on his emotions breaks.
He grabs Reid's shoulder and marches him toward the nearby stairwell, ignoring Reid's stuttering protests as he hastens to keep up on his single crutch. Morgan gets them through the stairwell door and is aware enough to give a cursory glance around to make sure they're alone, before he shoves Reid up against the closest wall.
Reid lets out a gasp as his back hits the wall, his crutch falling to the ground, but he doesn't complain, just grips Morgan's shoulders to steady himself and hangs on. Morgan pushes one of his legs between Reid's to brace him, then grabs his face in both hands and kisses him.
It's not gentle, and Morgan feels a moment of regret for that, but he's just spent the last hour on the phone, with Reid being examined by paramedics in the next room, explaining to Strauss how they'd been so fucking wrong about their profile that one of their agents managed to get abducted as a result. They're good at their jobs: 99% of the time, their profiles are accurate. But they don't do things half-way at the BAU, and when they're wrong, they're spectacularly wrong. Today they fucked up, and Reid paid the price. Morgan still isn't convinced it wasn't too much.
Reid makes a small, pained sound into Morgan's mouth, and Morgan realizes his hands have slid down to grip Reid's wrists. He quickly loosens his hold, pulling back from the kiss. He lifts one of Reid's arms, pushing back his shirtsleeve to get a better look. The bruises on Reid's wrist match the ones around his neck, and Morgan lets out a low growl when he sees them, the helpless rage that had only just begun to fade flaring sharply inside him. He raises Reid's wrist to his lips and starts spreading soft kisses across the bruises, doing his best to erase the imprinted memories of pain with tenderness.
It had been too fucking close. They'd found Reid just as the unsub was about to perform his signature crime of strangulation. Morgan, trapped in his new role as team leader, had been forced to let Hotch and Prentiss lead the rescue. It was probably a good thing he had, because Morgan can't guarantee that he would have been able to stop himself from just shooting on sight if he'd entered that room and found Reid bound and bleeding, the unsub's hands wrapped around his throat.
Now, here, in a dimly lit stairwell, with Reid's pulse beating strong beneath his lips, Morgan can finally give in to the fear he'd felt then, and the relief he'd felt after, when Reid had walked out alive.
Morgan finishes his circuit of Reid's wrist, and looks up to find that Reid is watching him, something soft and a little desperate in his eyes. Morgan answers that desperation by surging up to claim mouth again, one hand reaching up to fist in Reid's hair, and Reid lifts a hand to cup the back of Morgan's head in response. Reid's thumb makes slow circles against the soft skin behind Morgan's ear, and that gentle touch almost undoes him.
Their mouths part on a breath and Morgan drops his hands down between them, needing to feel more skin. He slips his hands under the hem of Reid's shirt and runs his palms reverently up his sides, tracing his fingers along Reid's ribcage. Reid gasps, this time in pleasure, and uses the hand he has on the back of Morgan's head to pull him into another devastating kiss.
They take turns at this: sometimes, it's Reid who needs the reassurance, but this time it's Morgan who is seeking comfort in the press of their bodies, the slide of their hands. Reid shifts against him and their groins meet, making Morgan groan into the kiss. His fear is all but buried now, quickly becoming overwhelmed by arousal. He starts working at the fastenings on their pants, and feels Reid shiver in anticipation, making encouraging noises as Morgan's hands slip below his waistband.
Morgan pushes Reid's slacks down far enough that he can reach in a hand and pull out his cock, quickly stroking him to full hardness. It doesn't take much, and Reid's hands, which are grasping Morgan's shoulders again, tighten almost painfully at his touch, his head dropping back against the wall as he lets out a long moan.
Morgan releases Reid so that he can shove his jeans down. He quickly lines up their cocks, cursing lowly as he strokes them together. Reid's head tips forward and he starts sucking at Morgan's neck, a rhythm in the movement of his mouth across Morgan's skin that matches the one Morgan's set with his hand. Every gasp and tremble between them, every shock of pleasure, is a tangible reminder that Reid is still here, alive, with him. They peak one after the other, Reid stifling the sounds of his relief into Morgan's shoulder, while Morgan bites down hard his own lip to keep from crying out.
After, Morgan wipes his hand on the inside of his boxers before redressing first himself, and then Reid, while inside him, something that been on the verge of shattering all day finally settles. He looks up to find that Reid is staring at him, breathing hard and fast as he comes down from the rush of orgasm. Morgan grins a bit, and affectionately strokes his fingers across one of Reid's flushed cheeks. Reid turns into the touch, his lips curling into a sweet smile, and Morgan's breath catches as he thinks about how close he came to losing this. How close he always is to losing it.
He pulls back, needing a moment of distance to steady his composure. Reid watches him carefully, expression caught somewhere between concerned and understanding. Then he leans in, one hand sliding up to Morgan's cheek, drawing him back close so that their foreheads are resting together.
"Still here," Reid whispers against his mouth.
Morgan chokes back something raw and wet rising up from his chest, pushes his face into Reid's neck, and breathes deep.
Fandom/Pairing: Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid
Rating: R, FRM
Length: ~1 100
Disclaimer: These characters sadly do not belong to me.
A/N: Written for ansera's Criminal Minds Kink Meme for prompt: Wall!sex Reid's lover needs reassurance after a case and can't wait till they get back to the hotel. Spoilers for season five.
They almost make it to the hotel room.
Morgan is trembling with pent-up adrenaline, his hands tightly fisted at his sides as he resists his natural instinct to reassure himself with touch, but all things considered he thinks he's shown incredible restraint. Until he and Reid are standing in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for the elevator, and Reid starts absently fingering the bruises on his neck.
Morgan watches him press his fingertips into the mottled skin and wince when he lifts them away, before pressing back down again in another spot. Reid probably doesn't even realize he's doing it, but Morgan sees, and the tenuous grip he's been keeping on his emotions breaks.
He grabs Reid's shoulder and marches him toward the nearby stairwell, ignoring Reid's stuttering protests as he hastens to keep up on his single crutch. Morgan gets them through the stairwell door and is aware enough to give a cursory glance around to make sure they're alone, before he shoves Reid up against the closest wall.
Reid lets out a gasp as his back hits the wall, his crutch falling to the ground, but he doesn't complain, just grips Morgan's shoulders to steady himself and hangs on. Morgan pushes one of his legs between Reid's to brace him, then grabs his face in both hands and kisses him.
It's not gentle, and Morgan feels a moment of regret for that, but he's just spent the last hour on the phone, with Reid being examined by paramedics in the next room, explaining to Strauss how they'd been so fucking wrong about their profile that one of their agents managed to get abducted as a result. They're good at their jobs: 99% of the time, their profiles are accurate. But they don't do things half-way at the BAU, and when they're wrong, they're spectacularly wrong. Today they fucked up, and Reid paid the price. Morgan still isn't convinced it wasn't too much.
Reid makes a small, pained sound into Morgan's mouth, and Morgan realizes his hands have slid down to grip Reid's wrists. He quickly loosens his hold, pulling back from the kiss. He lifts one of Reid's arms, pushing back his shirtsleeve to get a better look. The bruises on Reid's wrist match the ones around his neck, and Morgan lets out a low growl when he sees them, the helpless rage that had only just begun to fade flaring sharply inside him. He raises Reid's wrist to his lips and starts spreading soft kisses across the bruises, doing his best to erase the imprinted memories of pain with tenderness.
It had been too fucking close. They'd found Reid just as the unsub was about to perform his signature crime of strangulation. Morgan, trapped in his new role as team leader, had been forced to let Hotch and Prentiss lead the rescue. It was probably a good thing he had, because Morgan can't guarantee that he would have been able to stop himself from just shooting on sight if he'd entered that room and found Reid bound and bleeding, the unsub's hands wrapped around his throat.
Now, here, in a dimly lit stairwell, with Reid's pulse beating strong beneath his lips, Morgan can finally give in to the fear he'd felt then, and the relief he'd felt after, when Reid had walked out alive.
Morgan finishes his circuit of Reid's wrist, and looks up to find that Reid is watching him, something soft and a little desperate in his eyes. Morgan answers that desperation by surging up to claim mouth again, one hand reaching up to fist in Reid's hair, and Reid lifts a hand to cup the back of Morgan's head in response. Reid's thumb makes slow circles against the soft skin behind Morgan's ear, and that gentle touch almost undoes him.
Their mouths part on a breath and Morgan drops his hands down between them, needing to feel more skin. He slips his hands under the hem of Reid's shirt and runs his palms reverently up his sides, tracing his fingers along Reid's ribcage. Reid gasps, this time in pleasure, and uses the hand he has on the back of Morgan's head to pull him into another devastating kiss.
They take turns at this: sometimes, it's Reid who needs the reassurance, but this time it's Morgan who is seeking comfort in the press of their bodies, the slide of their hands. Reid shifts against him and their groins meet, making Morgan groan into the kiss. His fear is all but buried now, quickly becoming overwhelmed by arousal. He starts working at the fastenings on their pants, and feels Reid shiver in anticipation, making encouraging noises as Morgan's hands slip below his waistband.
Morgan pushes Reid's slacks down far enough that he can reach in a hand and pull out his cock, quickly stroking him to full hardness. It doesn't take much, and Reid's hands, which are grasping Morgan's shoulders again, tighten almost painfully at his touch, his head dropping back against the wall as he lets out a long moan.
Morgan releases Reid so that he can shove his jeans down. He quickly lines up their cocks, cursing lowly as he strokes them together. Reid's head tips forward and he starts sucking at Morgan's neck, a rhythm in the movement of his mouth across Morgan's skin that matches the one Morgan's set with his hand. Every gasp and tremble between them, every shock of pleasure, is a tangible reminder that Reid is still here, alive, with him. They peak one after the other, Reid stifling the sounds of his relief into Morgan's shoulder, while Morgan bites down hard his own lip to keep from crying out.
After, Morgan wipes his hand on the inside of his boxers before redressing first himself, and then Reid, while inside him, something that been on the verge of shattering all day finally settles. He looks up to find that Reid is staring at him, breathing hard and fast as he comes down from the rush of orgasm. Morgan grins a bit, and affectionately strokes his fingers across one of Reid's flushed cheeks. Reid turns into the touch, his lips curling into a sweet smile, and Morgan's breath catches as he thinks about how close he came to losing this. How close he always is to losing it.
He pulls back, needing a moment of distance to steady his composure. Reid watches him carefully, expression caught somewhere between concerned and understanding. Then he leans in, one hand sliding up to Morgan's cheek, drawing him back close so that their foreheads are resting together.
"Still here," Reid whispers against his mouth.
Morgan chokes back something raw and wet rising up from his chest, pushes his face into Reid's neck, and breathes deep.