Fic: By The Beach, Chapter 7 (Criminal Minds, Reid / Morgan, Sean / Cain, NC-17)
Title: By the Beach, Chapter 7
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Sean Hotchner / Cain Christensen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Interlude
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
“Why? Tell me.” Sean’s face was bright red with anger. “What am I exactly? Some sort of charity project? Poor little kid who can’t take care of himself. Why the hell are you so damn interested in my life?”
Cain just looked at him. “You really don’t get it.”
He grabbed Sean’s face between his palms and pressed a rough kiss on his lips. Before Sean had time to react, he pulled back and walked away.
Sean followed him to the bedroom. “Fine. I don’t get it, so say it. I’m not a mind reader.”
“Come here.”
“What?”
“Now.”
Cain’s tone didn’t leave any room for resistance. Sean approached him carefully, like a man would approach a dangerous animal. Cain grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. He started to unbutton Sean’s shirt.
“What are you gonna do?” Sean tried to make his voice sound normal, but he couldn’t stop it from shaking. He shivered when Cain pushed the shirt off.
“You don’t get it.” Cain pulled down Sean’s zipper. “So I’ll show you.”
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“I still can’t believe it….” Morgan moaned. He was currently trying to twist his torso to see his rear end in the mirror. “I’ve been number one for three years!”
“Remember what I said some time ago about your butt complex?”
“I don’t have a butt complex.”
“Yet you seem to be devastated that someone might have a better one than you.”
“It’s a question of principle! If I let go I’ll loose all my honorary titles. Did you know the girls at the reception chose me as the winner in their Best Bulge poll?”
“Actually….”
“Don’t say it.”
“You lost that title too.”
“Chad?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m gonna have to kill that guy…”
“Morgan, it’s not the end of the world.”
“It is. First the rear end, then the front, pretty soon he’ll start hanging out with Garcia.”
“Listen to me. I know you’ve usually manifested your Id related goals through the use of your exterior-”
“You make me sound like some kinda egomaniac!”
“Let me finish. Which one do you value more: My opinion or some reception girls opinion?”
“You got a point.”
“I’m a genius, I always got a point.”
“So…. Which one is my better side? Front or back?”
“I know you. You’re fishing for compliments and I will not feed your assumption that your aesthetic merits could provide a source of genuine emotion.”
“You mean you don’t love my back and front?”
“I do love them, but I don’t want to talk about them all the time.”
“Well, can you show me?” Morgan pulled his pants down. “Come on, can you say this doesn’t deserve the first prize?”
“Morgan.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“If you keep going like that, I’ll have to consider the possibility that you might be all talk and no sufficient evidence.”
“Are you saying I’m all talk?”
“You’ve been talking about your bodily merits for ages, and you are currently bottomless. And yet you’re still talking.”
“Which side would you like to examine first?”
“Examine? You want me to put on rubber gloves too?”
“That sounds so wrong….” Morgan groaned. “Can we just go to the bedroom and have some fun?”
“I just suggested that and then you started talking about examinations.”
“Just say what you mean without the Reid-talk.”
“If you stop talking about your rear quarters, I will give you some unbiased critical praise.”
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“Please…..” Sean panted. He arched his back to meet the body rocking against him. Cain pulled back and reached for the nightstand. Sean’s eyes lit up. He leaned back and waited. But the familiar hands didn’t return to prepare him.
He opened his eyes.
Cain had gotten off the bed, and was smearing his fingers with lube. He gave Sean an unreadable look and reached back to finger himself. Sean stared at him for few minutes before his brain started functioning again.
“What are you doing?”
“That’s a pretty stupid question.”
“You want to…?”
“Shhh….” Cain shushed. He took a condom from the nightstand and tore the packet open. “I’ll take care of you.”
He leaned down to roll the condom on Sean’s hard-on, and added a generous dose of lube. He climbed on the bed again, positioning himself above his partner’s cock. Slowly and carefully he descended, taking Sean inside inch by inch. Sean stared at him, not wanting to miss a second. Cain closed his eyes, clenching his teeth. The expression on his face was not discomfort. It was pure pain.
“I… You don’t have to-” Sean panicked.
“Shut up. Just… Gimme a minute.” Cain groaned. “It’s been a while.”
“How long is a while?” Sean felt stupid for trying to create small talk, but he wasn’t sure what else he could do.
“Seventeen years.” Cain leaned forward and covered the other man’s mouth with his palm. “Stay quiet for a minute, okay?”
Sean froze. He waited for some kind of a sign. Finally Cain made a small careful move, lifting himself and taking Sean completely in again. He still didn’t look very comfortable, but the look of pain seemed be subsiding. Slowly he increased his pace.
“You can move now.”
He grabbed Sean’s shoulders for support. Sean’s hands wondered to Cain’s hips. Cain didn’t try to hold his moans anymore. They were low and husky, and the tone was getting closer to pleasure. His own cock was now hard and dripping, slapping against Sean’s stomach with the rhythm of his riding.
Sean couldn’t take his eyes off the man’s face. Cain’s eyes were now open, and he stared down at Sean. His expression seemed to chance constantly and Sean couldn’t help finding them all equally hot. He arched his back off the mattress and came with a loud howl.
Cain smirked at him. He leaned forward, resting his hands on Sean’s sweaty chest and spilled his own load on Sean stomach. He swayed back and forth before he finally slumped down against his partner.
Both men stayed quiet for a long time. The only sound was the duet of laboured gasps.
“Are you okay?”
“Sore.” Cain gave him a little smile. “Sore, but good.” He pressed his forehead against Sean’s. “You think you got it now?”
“Yeah.” Sean smirked. “ I think I got it now.”
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Morgan twisted his fingers tightly into Reid’s hair, grabbing a good hold of him. Reid didn’t seem to mind, instead he gave his mate a predatory grin.
“You really love my hair, don’t you?”
“Hell yeah….” Morgan groaned. He wrapped his legs more tightly around his partners waist, pulling him closer. Reid kept his own rhythm, ignoring Morgan’s silent plea. He slid into Morgan over and over again in a slow, steady pace, making sure every stroke had the maximum impact.
“Come on, you’re torturing me on purpose!”
“Is it even possible to torture anyone by accident?” Reid countered.
“You wanna talk about semantics right now?!”
“You brought up the concept.”
“Not now!” Morgan moved his hips against the strokes, demanding attention. The slow torture was taking it’s toll. He froze and came all over his belly.
Reid gave him a smug grin. With one more thrust he released his load inside Morgan.
“That… that was….” Morgan gasped. “I think that covers the first part of the examination. What’s the verdict?”
“The verdict is that I was right about your butt complex.”
“Admit it, my ass is way above the others.”
“If I admit that, can we move on from that topic?”
“Yeah.”
“I admit it.” Reid snuggled against Morgan. “Now shut up about your rear end.”
“Okay.” Morgan was quiet for a minute. “But we’re gonna have a critique session about my front too.”
Chapter 8