Fanfic: Tonight, I'm Gonna Be A Little Selfish [4/4]
Title: Tonight, I'm Gonna Be A Little Selfish - [4/4]
Author: freakingdork
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Rating: FRAO
Word Count: 1203
Summary: The voyeurism and exhibitionism finally pay off.
*****
Give Me My Own Private Show
***
“You're sober enough to make it up to your apartment, right?” Morgan asked once they'd pulled up to his apartment.
“You didn't see me stumbling to the car, did you?” Spencer teased.
Morgan smiled brightly. “Alright, see you tomorrow then.”
“Uh, yeah, okay,” he mumbled, hopping out.
As Spencer walked towards his building, he realized that while he was disappointed, he wasn't surprised in the least. Despite the consent issues inherent in the type of exhibitionism Morgan had been engaging in, Spencer had seen how Morgan's past kept him from pushing other people's boundaries too hard in the past. Apparently, Spencer's two beers was more than enough for Morgan to back away.
It was fine though; Spencer was more than happy to wait until Morgan felt more comfortable.
***
The next day, they got called out to Louisiana for a case and thankfully, it took them less than twenty four hours to find the unsub. Normally, they'd have flown back, but a storm with strong winds had them grounded. While the prospect of sharing a room with Reid was exciting, suddenly it seemed more daunting than ever before. Even though he'd mapped out a plan, Derek assumed he'd have more time to make sure he was comfortable with it.
As they settled into the room, they fell into an easy conversation over the absurdity of Ancient Aliens qualifying as a show fit for The History Channel. Reid seemed to tire quicker than usual, yawning and stretching often.
“I think I'm gonna turn in now,” Reid said, yawning yet again. “Don't stay up too late, okay?”
“Don't worry, I won't,” Derek said.
Derek got comfortable and waited for Reid's breath to even out. The ritual of waiting until Reid was nearly asleep was still important to him, despite having plans for something bigger. It was calming in a way, knowing that this was how it had always started and that this was what they were both used to.
The last thing Derek expected when he started grunting louder than usual was for Reid to start masturbating as well, softly moaning his name. Derek definitely hadn't even considered this scenario happening, but that was fine - maybe making it up on the fly would be better than any plan he'd been able to come up with.
“Derek, look at me,” Reid pleaded quietly. “Stop thinking and look.”
He turned towards Reid's bed; the intensity of Reid's gaze on Derek's cock made his breath hitch. Actually seeing Reid watching him made him stroke harder, faster.
“That's it,” Reid groaned, his free hand running down his chest. “Listening in all this time, watching you now...it makes me so hard.”
“Yeah?” Derek asked, breathless.
“Come over here and see for yourself,” Reid challenged.
Derek tightly gripped the base of his cock; he didn't want to come yet, but he just might if Reid kept talking like that. He looked back towards Reid, hoping he meant it.
“Please, I want you to,” Reid said. There was no way to mistake that for anything less than an actual plea to get closer, so Derek climbed off his bed, pulled down his boxers, and stood over Reid's bed.
Reid sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, his hands stretching out to lightly caress Derek's thighs. “That's it, that's what you want, right?” Reid asked. “You want me to watch, but you also want me to touch?”
Derek swallowed hard and nodded, his hand grasping his cock again. This was what he wanted; Derek wanted to know once and for all that not only did Reid like watching, but that he enjoyed it enough to actively seek it out. He stroked himself long and hard, glancing down at Reid's face. His eyes were fixed on Derek's cock, glazed over with lust.
“Yeah, I knew you had to be bigger than average, but...” Reid trailed off, whimpering slightly.
Derek groaned, tugging faster, dragging his thumb through the precum pooling at the slit. He could see Reid's erection straining against his boxer briefs and Derek nearly reached for it before mentally stopping himself; maybe after he'd come, when he had more concentration and had asked whether or not he was allowed to touch too.
Reid looked up for a moment, smiled, and said, “If you want to come on my face, you can.”
Being given clear permission to do so was more than enough to tip Derek over the edge. Reid had opened his mouth at the last second, making for quite a pretty picture, but most of the cum landed on his cheek and jaw anyway.
***
Spencer swiped some of Morgan's cum from his cheek and sucked it from his fingers; it was salty and rather bitter, but that wasn't entirely surprising given all the coffee they drink. Morgan was still standing somehow, breathing heavy and looking at him in awe.
“Will you?” Spencer asked, gesturing at his crotch.
Morgan nodded, dropping to his knees and tentatively mouthing at his cloth covered erection. Spencer groaned in response and Morgan grew bolder, licking and sucking him more vigorously through his underwear. Both of Morgan's hands grasped the waist band, so Spencer lifted his hips, a signal Morgan thankfully understood. With his underwear out of the way, Morgan mouthed at the head, light and teasing. Spencer gripped the sheets behind him even harder; even that small bit of stimulation was much more arousing than it had any right to be.
“Fuck,” Spencer hissed, trying to stay quiet - Hotch and Rossi were in the room next to them - but that got infinitely harder when he looked down and saw Morgan eagerly staring up at him, watching his reactions.
A long, low moan escaped from Spencer as Morgan nosed around the base of his cock, taking one of his balls in his mouth, gently sucking and rolling it around before repeating the process on the other side. Finally, Morgan closed his mouth around Spencer's cock, hollowing his cheeks; a hand crept up Spencer's thigh towards his groin, grasping his cock.. Once Morgan began bobbing his head in earnest, his hand working counterpoint to his mouth, it took all Spencer's willpower not to thrust up into the warm, wet heat.
“I'm gonna cum soon,” he warned, unsure whether or not Morgan would want him to finish in his mouth.
Instead of pulling off, Morgan continued his vigorous pace, pulling Spencer closer and closer to orgasm until it finally hit him.
***
“So what is this?” Derek asked once he'd finished licking Reid's cock clean.
“I don't know, but if you don't mind, I'd like for it to keep happening.” Reid said, pulling Derek up onto the bed next to him.
Derek settled in beside him. “I'd like that too, but can we stop doing it in motels while we're on a case?”
“It's kinda getting creepy, isn't it?” Reid asked.
“Yeah.” Derek paused. “I do have a chair in my bedroom though. If you ever want to uh...watch.”
Reid chuckled. “Sounds like a plan.”
Author: freakingdork
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Rating: FRAO
Word Count: 1203
Summary: The voyeurism and exhibitionism finally pay off.
*****
Give Me My Own Private Show
***
“You're sober enough to make it up to your apartment, right?” Morgan asked once they'd pulled up to his apartment.
“You didn't see me stumbling to the car, did you?” Spencer teased.
Morgan smiled brightly. “Alright, see you tomorrow then.”
“Uh, yeah, okay,” he mumbled, hopping out.
As Spencer walked towards his building, he realized that while he was disappointed, he wasn't surprised in the least. Despite the consent issues inherent in the type of exhibitionism Morgan had been engaging in, Spencer had seen how Morgan's past kept him from pushing other people's boundaries too hard in the past. Apparently, Spencer's two beers was more than enough for Morgan to back away.
It was fine though; Spencer was more than happy to wait until Morgan felt more comfortable.
***
The next day, they got called out to Louisiana for a case and thankfully, it took them less than twenty four hours to find the unsub. Normally, they'd have flown back, but a storm with strong winds had them grounded. While the prospect of sharing a room with Reid was exciting, suddenly it seemed more daunting than ever before. Even though he'd mapped out a plan, Derek assumed he'd have more time to make sure he was comfortable with it.
As they settled into the room, they fell into an easy conversation over the absurdity of Ancient Aliens qualifying as a show fit for The History Channel. Reid seemed to tire quicker than usual, yawning and stretching often.
“I think I'm gonna turn in now,” Reid said, yawning yet again. “Don't stay up too late, okay?”
“Don't worry, I won't,” Derek said.
Derek got comfortable and waited for Reid's breath to even out. The ritual of waiting until Reid was nearly asleep was still important to him, despite having plans for something bigger. It was calming in a way, knowing that this was how it had always started and that this was what they were both used to.
The last thing Derek expected when he started grunting louder than usual was for Reid to start masturbating as well, softly moaning his name. Derek definitely hadn't even considered this scenario happening, but that was fine - maybe making it up on the fly would be better than any plan he'd been able to come up with.
“Derek, look at me,” Reid pleaded quietly. “Stop thinking and look.”
He turned towards Reid's bed; the intensity of Reid's gaze on Derek's cock made his breath hitch. Actually seeing Reid watching him made him stroke harder, faster.
“That's it,” Reid groaned, his free hand running down his chest. “Listening in all this time, watching you now...it makes me so hard.”
“Yeah?” Derek asked, breathless.
“Come over here and see for yourself,” Reid challenged.
Derek tightly gripped the base of his cock; he didn't want to come yet, but he just might if Reid kept talking like that. He looked back towards Reid, hoping he meant it.
“Please, I want you to,” Reid said. There was no way to mistake that for anything less than an actual plea to get closer, so Derek climbed off his bed, pulled down his boxers, and stood over Reid's bed.
Reid sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, his hands stretching out to lightly caress Derek's thighs. “That's it, that's what you want, right?” Reid asked. “You want me to watch, but you also want me to touch?”
Derek swallowed hard and nodded, his hand grasping his cock again. This was what he wanted; Derek wanted to know once and for all that not only did Reid like watching, but that he enjoyed it enough to actively seek it out. He stroked himself long and hard, glancing down at Reid's face. His eyes were fixed on Derek's cock, glazed over with lust.
“Yeah, I knew you had to be bigger than average, but...” Reid trailed off, whimpering slightly.
Derek groaned, tugging faster, dragging his thumb through the precum pooling at the slit. He could see Reid's erection straining against his boxer briefs and Derek nearly reached for it before mentally stopping himself; maybe after he'd come, when he had more concentration and had asked whether or not he was allowed to touch too.
Reid looked up for a moment, smiled, and said, “If you want to come on my face, you can.”
Being given clear permission to do so was more than enough to tip Derek over the edge. Reid had opened his mouth at the last second, making for quite a pretty picture, but most of the cum landed on his cheek and jaw anyway.
***
Spencer swiped some of Morgan's cum from his cheek and sucked it from his fingers; it was salty and rather bitter, but that wasn't entirely surprising given all the coffee they drink. Morgan was still standing somehow, breathing heavy and looking at him in awe.
“Will you?” Spencer asked, gesturing at his crotch.
Morgan nodded, dropping to his knees and tentatively mouthing at his cloth covered erection. Spencer groaned in response and Morgan grew bolder, licking and sucking him more vigorously through his underwear. Both of Morgan's hands grasped the waist band, so Spencer lifted his hips, a signal Morgan thankfully understood. With his underwear out of the way, Morgan mouthed at the head, light and teasing. Spencer gripped the sheets behind him even harder; even that small bit of stimulation was much more arousing than it had any right to be.
“Fuck,” Spencer hissed, trying to stay quiet - Hotch and Rossi were in the room next to them - but that got infinitely harder when he looked down and saw Morgan eagerly staring up at him, watching his reactions.
A long, low moan escaped from Spencer as Morgan nosed around the base of his cock, taking one of his balls in his mouth, gently sucking and rolling it around before repeating the process on the other side. Finally, Morgan closed his mouth around Spencer's cock, hollowing his cheeks; a hand crept up Spencer's thigh towards his groin, grasping his cock.. Once Morgan began bobbing his head in earnest, his hand working counterpoint to his mouth, it took all Spencer's willpower not to thrust up into the warm, wet heat.
“I'm gonna cum soon,” he warned, unsure whether or not Morgan would want him to finish in his mouth.
Instead of pulling off, Morgan continued his vigorous pace, pulling Spencer closer and closer to orgasm until it finally hit him.
***
“So what is this?” Derek asked once he'd finished licking Reid's cock clean.
“I don't know, but if you don't mind, I'd like for it to keep happening.” Reid said, pulling Derek up onto the bed next to him.
Derek settled in beside him. “I'd like that too, but can we stop doing it in motels while we're on a case?”
“It's kinda getting creepy, isn't it?” Reid asked.
“Yeah.” Derek paused. “I do have a chair in my bedroom though. If you ever want to uh...watch.”
Reid chuckled. “Sounds like a plan.”