Fic: Live and Die This Way 7/13
Title: Live and Die This Way [7/13]
Author: wanderingjasper
Rating: FRAO
Characters: Morgan/Reid, ensemble
Word Count: 2227
Themes: AU, action, angst, romance.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, but I do take liberties with them for no financial gain.
Notes: Warning and rating deal with the chapter content. The story as a whole deals with the concept of sexual slavery and other adult themes. Previous chapters. Thanks go to my beta reader.
Warning: Violence, adult concepts, explicit sexual content.
Summary: Reid is still blindfolded when he wakes up in Morgan's arms.
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When Reid woke up and turned his body against Morgan’s, blindfold still in place, and snuggled into his chest, the man didn’t tell him how fretful he’d been in the night. The fact the man had nightmares didn’t surprise him, nor did his request to leave the bathroom light on and the door ajar.
“Morning,” Reid murmured, kissing the other man’s collarbone. “I haven’t slept that well in years. And we didn’t have sex last night.”
“We fell asleep practically straight after food,” Morgan said.
“I’m warped,” Reid said into his skin. “My experience has warped me. I was actually surprised when I woke up and you hadn’t just had sex with me while I slept. I’m sorry.”
Morgan closed his eyes and took a long breath in through his nose. He couldn’t bring himself to be offended, considering what the man had been through. “It’s okay.”
“I shouldn’t trust you.” With more strength than seemed possible, Reid pushed Morgan onto his back and straddled his hips, easing his palms down flat against the man’s torso, one right over his steady heartbeat. “But even a good person would have given me up to survive. A good person would have given me a head start and got as far away from me as possible. You’re... you’re ridiculous.”
“Thanks?” Morgan put his hands on the man’s knees, stroking slowly up his thighs, hoping it was a reassuring motion.
“Seeing as we already established I’m capable of giving informed consent yesterday, can we have sex?”
It wasn’t awkward, but there was something distinctly strange about the man’s frankness. He lacked any sense of timing or tack in his sexual propositions; Morgan supposed that captivity and sexual slavery played a part in that. There was a part of him that thought it was wrong to be engaging him that way at all, but denying him his agency seemed worse. It wasn’t as if he was letting the man interact with him in a sexual way without any other feelings there; from the moment they’d started talking, Morgan had found himself increasingly attracted to him. What that said about him, he didn’t want to dwell on.
“Only if it’s what you want.”
“I want.” Reid rocked his hips a little, drawing attention to his hardening erection. “You want me to ride you?”
“I want you to call the shots.”
“Oh,” Reid sounded knowingly, turning his chin up a little, “you want me to boss you around.”
“Spencer,” he said patiently, “I’m serious. I want you to do what you want, and only what you want. Don’t worry about me. If I don’t like it I’ll say, yeah?”
“Okay.” He leaned down, seeking Morgan’s lips with his own and kissing him softly, a much more reserved action than the previous day. “Kissing,” he said, “I’ve missed kissing.”
His lips tasted sweet from the soda the night before, and as he realised that Morgan was indeed letting him lead he seemed to melt into the contact, his body surging against the other man’s, one hand on his shoulder and the other touching the side of his head, rubbing his thumb across his short shaven hair. Briefly Morgan wondered if it was long enough for the man to deduce that he was black from the feel of it, then decided he had more pressing concerns as Reid took his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently. He groaned and Reid licked the hurt away, pressing his tongue forward, gently seeking passage. Morgan let him dictate the depth of the kiss, one hand still on his thigh and the other rubbing slowly up and down his back.
They lost their shirts at Reid’s insistence, Morgan pushing himself up into a sitting position and holding Reid in his lap as they continued to kiss.
“Can I lay you down, Spencer?” Morgan asked. “So I can reach more of you. You can tell me exactly what you want.”
“Uh huh.”
Reid settled back against the pillows in the warm morning light filtering in through the blinds as Morgan kissed down his chest and eased his sweatpants away from his hips. There were marks dotted across his torso; a few bruises that would heal and scars that already had. Morgan kissed every one, tracing his lips along the lines and pressing his tongue to the marks. The man’s cock was hard and waiting, a drop of precum dotted on his belly.
“You okay with this?” Morgan asked, breath ghosting across the man’s shaft.
“Yeah.”
Morgan smiled at him even though the man couldn’t see it, and flicked out his tongue to take the dab of fluid. Then he touched his tongue to the head of Reid’s cock, and the man gasped and a shiver ran through his body.
“You okay, kid?”
Reid nodded, and Morgan continued, putting his lips on the man’s hot flesh and kissing his way slowly down his cock. He spread a reassuring hand over the man’s bony hip as he took his shaft in hand, lifting it and sucking the head into his mouth. He was firm but careful, not wanting the man to associate him in any way with the abuse he had clearly suffered. He drew back with pursed lips and then licked a slow trail from the bottom to the tip, then repeated the motion with the broad flat of his tongue.
“How many?” Reid breathed, hips lifting a little.
“How many what?” Morgan asked, briefly looking up from his task to read the man’s body language.
“I don’t know. How many times have you done this? How many men have you had sex with? How many times have you been in this position? I-”
Morgan pushed his hand slowly up Reid’s torso, stroking his stomach as he realised the man needed reassurance.
“Maybe a dozen men. More women,” he said as he stroked the man’s length. “This? I don’t give head to guys a lot.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I really like it,” Morgan said, making his point by swiping his tongue out against the head of the man’s cock. “Just not with guys in bars. Only boyfriends.”
Reid’s breath hitched. “Boyfriends?”
Morgan didn’t know what to say, because committing to such a title was too fast and too irrational, so instead he went back to sucking the man’s cock into his mouth. Reid’s hands were fisting in the sheets and Morgan pushed and pulled his lips along the shaft, twisting his tongue around the head and adding suction.
“Stop, please. Going to cum too soon.”
“There’s no too soon, Spencer,” Morgan reassured him.
“Don’t want to cum like that.”
Morgan kept stroking the man’s cock gently as he eased his was up the man’s body again. “How do you want to cum then?”
“You inside me.”
“You don’t want that.”
“I do.”
“No, you don’t,” Morgan insisted gently. “You’re shaking, and I know what it’s like when you’re just saying you want it to get it over with. I... I know.”
Reid gripped the man by the neck and brought him down for a blind kiss, whether it acknowledged Morgan’s inference or not he couldn’t be sure.
“I do want that. Something. I want to remember that it can feel good.”
“We can start slow. Wait here.”
He left the bed to go to his bag, finding the bottle of lube in it and bringing it back to the bed, where he pressed it against the man’s hand so he understood what he’d gone to fetch.
“You have lube?” Reid asked.
“Always prepared. I was never a boyscout, though. C’mon.” He took Reid’s hand and squeezed out a dollop of lube onto his middle finger, and spread it down the man’s digit.
“What are you doing?”
“Starting slow,” he said gently as he guided the man’s hand down between his legs. “You can make it feel real good, you don’t need someone else if you don’t want.”
At his encouragement he felt Reid gently move around his own puckered entrance, little circles as he breathed slowly and deliberately. After a while he pressed, breeching his own body and pushing his finger into himself. He groaned and his body thrummed, clinging again to Morgan’s neck with his other hand. He must have crooked his finger then, because he gasped and arched, toes curling.
“Feel good?”
“Yes.” Reid nodded. He was breathless quickly, moving the finger in and out of himself, stroking it over his prostate repeatedly, Morgan’s hand just cradling instead of still guiding. It was a sight to see, to watch someone pleasure themselves, especially someone who hadn’t been able to use their body for pleasure for a long time, instead forced to use it to satisfy someone else even when he didn’t want to.
“Derek, please,” the man groaned. “I want your hand.”
“Okay pretty boy,” Morgan kissed his mouth, his chin, then his cheek just below the blindfold. He spread lube over his middle finger and replaced Reid’s own, which was instead pressing along his perineum. He moaned at the new invasion, not as spindly as his own fingers, thicker and more confident in the movements. Reid sought a kiss and Morgan gave it, long fingers wrapping around his wrist as if he was afraid the pleasurable stimulation would stop.
“I can feel your erection,” Reid panted.
“Sorry.” Morgan tried to move his hips back from where his clothed crotch was pressing against the man’s naked thigh.
“It’s okay, I-” he groaned, hand slipping off Morgan’s neck and down his front, reaching below the waistband of his sweats to grasp his cock. “This is really getting you aroused? Touching me?”
“Yeah,” Morgan groaned.
“Take them off?”
Morgan gently extracted his finger, to a disappointed groan even though the man had requested it. He pulled back enough to get out off his pants, and then climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between Reid’s open legs, the bottle of lube in hand again.
“You want my fingers back in you?”
“No,” Reid pushed himself onto his elbows, and reached one hand out until he touched Morgan’s chest, using it to guide himself to the man’s hand and take the lube from him. “You’re right, I don’t want to be penetrated with a penis yet. And you feel quite big.”
“Yeah,” Morgan grinned sheepishly, rubbing the man’s knees.
“I’m scared I’m going to die before I get to experience sex as pleasure again instead of sex as a weapon.”
Morgan was glad the man couldn’t see him, and couldn’t possibly know how much that resonated with him. He fought the feeling that rose in his chest and instead waited for the man’s action. After a moment he flipped the cap of the lube and squeezed a sparing amount onto his hand, put the bottle down and then found Morgan’s cock. He spread lube over it with one twisting stroke, and then grabbed himself and did the same. The older got the idea, and eased down, angling their cocks together and mimicking a sex position, hands either side of Reid’s torso. He had different ideas, it seemed, because he swiped out his elbows and knocked the man’s arms off balance, and wrapped his own arms around his torso, bringing him down closer. Morgan obliged, fitting himself against the thin man, stroking a hand down his side as he began to rock his hips, the other hand cradling his face and angling him for a kiss. Reid wrapped his legs around the back of Morgan’s knees and kept him close, hands splayed over his back.
They fell into an easy rhythm, bodies slick and damp from exertion, kissing and panting as they moved.
“Please,” Reid whispered, “please don’t stop.”
Morgan didn’t, increasing the pressure of his hips against the other, encouraged by the increasing sounds of need. Reid’s hips moved erratically and it didn’t take long before he came, keening as he emptied between them. The sight, the sound, the feel of it against him was too much for Morgan, who was careful not to move too harshly as his orgasm overtook him too, grinding his hips down against the other man.
“Fuck,” he muttered as Reid brushed his jaw along Morgan’s bearded one, breath shuddering. He was almost expecting it, but when Reid started to cry he felt his heart jolt.
“I’m sorry,” Reid’s breath hitched, and he clung tighter. “This is pathetic.”
“No it’s not,” Morgan reassured. “With what you’ve been through, it’s understandable.”
“I didn’t think it could ever feel good again.”
“It can, and it will,” he said softly, kissing the man’s neck.
“It did. That felt so good.”
They lay together for a while, naked and wrapped around each other as they kissed softly. Eventually neither could stand the messy warmth and pulled apart.
“We’ve got time for a real quick shower, then we need to hit the road.”
“How far have we got to go?”
“Maybe a day.” Morgan rolled his shoulders as he sat on the edge of the bed. “You go first, I’ll pack.”
Reid wrapped his arms around the man’s middle, laying his face against the top of the man’s back. Morgan smiled and leaned into the contact, touching the man’s arms. He felt words bubble in his throat, promises and assurances, but he didn’t know if any of them were true.