On One Knee
Title: On One Knee
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS.
Pairing(s): Morgan/Reid
Rating: FRAO to be safe, but it's not that bad.
Summary: No real summary. It's fluff with some smut and barely a plot. Morgan wants to help Reid.
Spoilers: Nameless, Faceless indirectly. You'll see what I mean.
Notes: I'm three days early. This is for princesslacus's birthday. This probably isn't as smutty as you were expecting. I don't know where it came from. The fluff just attacked me, I swear. :3 Title, I suppose, stolen from Red Sweater by The Aquabats because as absurd as it is, it's one of my favourite love songs.
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Morgan watched as Reid finished the trek to the front door. It was seven feet at most from the car, but with the cane in his firm grasp, it seemed to be seven miles. He joined Morgan who had waited patiently on the porch despite unlocking the door several minutes ago.
"You should let me help you Pretty Boy," Morgan said. The cool air inside hit them upon entrance and was welcome after the long drive home. Reid immediately situated himself on the couch, nestling his injured leg on the throw pillows.
"How Derek? We've already established that when you help me walk, it just complicates things." Reid exhaled loudly, causing his long locks to puff out around his face. Morgan knelt in front of Reid and pushed them behind ears already flushing pink.
"I can't help it that I want to help you," Morgan whispered. "You're always putting me in this position Spencer. I'm starting to think you want me to pamper you."
"Pamper me?" Reid huffed, but his eyes lit up. Smiling, he continued. "I'm happy that you care that much Derek, but really. I don't need help getting around. My knee's already feeling better."
"Maybe I didn't mean helping you move around." Morgan leaned in and kissed Reid. At first it was slow, passionate and Reid could feel the tears forming in his eyes. There was love in the kiss that words could not express. It soon became more desperate, however, with teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance.
"My knee isn't that much better," Reid said when he was able to pull away.
"What? I'm not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?"
"Derek, you know what kissing like that leads to with you. I can't."
"You wouldn't have to move."
"I know it's been awhile, but I think you should remember how vigorous you can be in..."
"Just. Let. Me. Pamper. You," Morgan murmured and claimed Reid's lips in another kiss. He let Morgan take control, thinking maybe it was time for him to get what he wanted for once.
Morgan unbuttoned Reid's shirt and carefully set it on the arm of the couch. His mouth traveled down Reid's neck sucking lightly before taking a nipple between his teeth. Reid hissed, his back arching against the back of the couch, mindful of his leg which remained stationary.
"Derek, how..."
"Ssshh baby. Don't use that big brain of yours," Morgan said interrupting him once again. "I've got it."
With a flourish, he had Reid's pants pushed down. He delicately removed them, placing several butterfly kisses on the bandaged knee. Reid could feel the threat of tears, stronger this time. Sensing the change in him, Morgan moved back over and kissed the tears away. "I love you Spencer. I know I don't say it often enough."
Reid fought hard to not say anything ridiculous as 'It makes it even more wonderful when you do' because he would have liked to hear it more. He knew Morgan meant it. For once, someone meant it. "I love you too," he simply said. They kissed again as Reid's boxers finally joined the rest of his clothes.
Morgan shifted again and lazily circled the head of Reid's stiffening cock. The angle was odd, Reid on his side and Morgan kneeling in front of him, but none of it mattered. With strong hands holding Reid's thighs down, Morgan took him into his mouth. Reid moaned loudly. It had been too long. Too long, he wasn't going to last.
He heard Morgan working his own zipper open. He groaned around Reid's cock, the vibrations sending Reid over the edge. He spasmed, his knee jerking. A jolt of pain over shadowed the pleasure, but he did not cry out when he heard Morgan come short after.
"Maybe I should get shot more often," Reid said as he snuggled closer into the folds of the couch. Right now, he could care less that he was still naked and Morgan was still on the floor.
"I hope you're joking Pretty Boy."
"Oh God yes! This is horrible because now you can't come up and hold me." He had tried for a joking tone, but there was no mistaking the crack in his voice.
Morgan reached out and laced his fingers through Reid's. "Don't worry baby. I'm not going anywhere." He pulled a blanket over Reid and moved into a sitting position, his chin resting on the couch cushion.
"Isn't that uncomfortable?" Reid asked quietly.
"I'm sure it's nothing compared to being shot in the knee. So, are you going to let me help you now?"
"I think we can come to an agreement."
Reid drifted into a peaceful slumber. Morgan did stay on the floor, his own knees beginning to ache. He had meant what he said. He wasn't letting Reid go through this, or anything ever again, alone.
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS.
Pairing(s): Morgan/Reid
Rating: FRAO to be safe, but it's not that bad.
Summary: No real summary. It's fluff with some smut and barely a plot. Morgan wants to help Reid.
Spoilers: Nameless, Faceless indirectly. You'll see what I mean.
Notes: I'm three days early. This is for princesslacus's birthday. This probably isn't as smutty as you were expecting. I don't know where it came from. The fluff just attacked me, I swear. :3 Title, I suppose, stolen from Red Sweater by The Aquabats because as absurd as it is, it's one of my favourite love songs.
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Morgan watched as Reid finished the trek to the front door. It was seven feet at most from the car, but with the cane in his firm grasp, it seemed to be seven miles. He joined Morgan who had waited patiently on the porch despite unlocking the door several minutes ago.
"You should let me help you Pretty Boy," Morgan said. The cool air inside hit them upon entrance and was welcome after the long drive home. Reid immediately situated himself on the couch, nestling his injured leg on the throw pillows.
"How Derek? We've already established that when you help me walk, it just complicates things." Reid exhaled loudly, causing his long locks to puff out around his face. Morgan knelt in front of Reid and pushed them behind ears already flushing pink.
"I can't help it that I want to help you," Morgan whispered. "You're always putting me in this position Spencer. I'm starting to think you want me to pamper you."
"Pamper me?" Reid huffed, but his eyes lit up. Smiling, he continued. "I'm happy that you care that much Derek, but really. I don't need help getting around. My knee's already feeling better."
"Maybe I didn't mean helping you move around." Morgan leaned in and kissed Reid. At first it was slow, passionate and Reid could feel the tears forming in his eyes. There was love in the kiss that words could not express. It soon became more desperate, however, with teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance.
"My knee isn't that much better," Reid said when he was able to pull away.
"What? I'm not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?"
"Derek, you know what kissing like that leads to with you. I can't."
"You wouldn't have to move."
"I know it's been awhile, but I think you should remember how vigorous you can be in..."
"Just. Let. Me. Pamper. You," Morgan murmured and claimed Reid's lips in another kiss. He let Morgan take control, thinking maybe it was time for him to get what he wanted for once.
Morgan unbuttoned Reid's shirt and carefully set it on the arm of the couch. His mouth traveled down Reid's neck sucking lightly before taking a nipple between his teeth. Reid hissed, his back arching against the back of the couch, mindful of his leg which remained stationary.
"Derek, how..."
"Ssshh baby. Don't use that big brain of yours," Morgan said interrupting him once again. "I've got it."
With a flourish, he had Reid's pants pushed down. He delicately removed them, placing several butterfly kisses on the bandaged knee. Reid could feel the threat of tears, stronger this time. Sensing the change in him, Morgan moved back over and kissed the tears away. "I love you Spencer. I know I don't say it often enough."
Reid fought hard to not say anything ridiculous as 'It makes it even more wonderful when you do' because he would have liked to hear it more. He knew Morgan meant it. For once, someone meant it. "I love you too," he simply said. They kissed again as Reid's boxers finally joined the rest of his clothes.
Morgan shifted again and lazily circled the head of Reid's stiffening cock. The angle was odd, Reid on his side and Morgan kneeling in front of him, but none of it mattered. With strong hands holding Reid's thighs down, Morgan took him into his mouth. Reid moaned loudly. It had been too long. Too long, he wasn't going to last.
He heard Morgan working his own zipper open. He groaned around Reid's cock, the vibrations sending Reid over the edge. He spasmed, his knee jerking. A jolt of pain over shadowed the pleasure, but he did not cry out when he heard Morgan come short after.
"Maybe I should get shot more often," Reid said as he snuggled closer into the folds of the couch. Right now, he could care less that he was still naked and Morgan was still on the floor.
"I hope you're joking Pretty Boy."
"Oh God yes! This is horrible because now you can't come up and hold me." He had tried for a joking tone, but there was no mistaking the crack in his voice.
Morgan reached out and laced his fingers through Reid's. "Don't worry baby. I'm not going anywhere." He pulled a blanket over Reid and moved into a sitting position, his chin resting on the couch cushion.
"Isn't that uncomfortable?" Reid asked quietly.
"I'm sure it's nothing compared to being shot in the knee. So, are you going to let me help you now?"
"I think we can come to an agreement."
Reid drifted into a peaceful slumber. Morgan did stay on the floor, his own knees beginning to ache. He had meant what he said. He wasn't letting Reid go through this, or anything ever again, alone.