Protein Filaments
Title: Protein Filaments
Author: listencl0sely
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Warnings: Schmoop. Explicit M/M sex.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are properity of Criminal Minds. I'm just playing with 'em :)
Summary: So Morgan has this thing for Reid's hair.
AN: This is porn about Reid's hair-- seriously. It's also un-betad, so all mistakes are mine. If anyone has any free time and would be interested in beta-ing for me, send me a message! I have a few stories in the works, and I'd love to have a beta :D
Reid has a soft spot for his own hair now, but he hasn't always.
Whe was younger, he could have cared less about it. It was a type of protein filament that grows through the epidermis from follicles deep within the dermis. Nothing special or meaningful- it was hair for goodness sakes. But then Reid started dating Morgan and Morgan developed this thing for his protein filament.
He realizes it the first time they have sex. Morgan is inside of him, kissing him, licking him, marking him and... touching his hair. It's not as if he wishes Morgan's hand were somewhere else... Morgan is much too thorough in other ways for that, but Reid definitely notices how reluctant Morgan to have his right hand touch anywhere but his head. It isn't until Reid is about to come that he feels one hand loosen from its grip in his hair to wrap around his cock and give 3 short strokes before it's over.
As they laid there in what Morgan described as the 'afterglow' and Reid described as the 'involuntary reaction to intense orgasm', he felt himself being lulled to sleep by the soft movement of Morgan stroking his hair. The next day, Reid decided to forgo the usual gel he used. He thought maybe if he left it be- in it's natural and mostly unruly state- it would serve as a little reminder for him of exactly what he and Morgan had been up to the night before. Plus, if Reid bought into the Pavlovian complex (there were some flaws, but he could relate most of it) the sight of Reid's hair all messy would make Morgan think of sex. And if Morgan thought about sex, Reid would probably get to have a repeat which, for lack of a better term-
Yay.
Reid's hair sort of evolves with his and Morgan's relationship: as they became closer and more serious as a couple, the crazier Reid's hair becomes. Morgan and him never talk about it directly- that'd be awkward- but he knows Morgan is aware of it. He knows now after a particularly hard case, Morgan buries one hand deep into his locks and another around his waist and just holds. He now catches all the times Morgan reaches out to swat his hair out of his eyes, only to stop because- hello Morgan, we're on a case.
Reid really has a thing for his hair, but only cause Morgan does.
He wonders if Hotch will say anything about it when the ends start to brush along his shoulders, but he doesn't. Hotch has more to worry about than the length of Reid's hair. JJ and Prentiss swat and tug at it occasionally, but they don't say anything either. Garcia makes enough comments for everyone though when she starts calling him Fabio.
"I have absolutely nothing in common with Fabio."
"Oh yes. Yes, you do."
"Well yes, I'm sure I have something in common with Fabio. You know statistics show that when comparing two people, one average they have-"
"Reid, I'm talking about the hair."
Reid hasn't looked at his hair lately. He knows it's touching his shoulders, but he hasn't bothered to look at how it's laying against his head. They've had case after case, he's had complications with his gunshot injury, and Morgan gladly takes up all his free time. A haircut hasn't exactly been at the top of his priority list lately. He glances towards a powered down computer screen and-
Yeah, he might as well look like Fabio.
"Didn't Fabio have straight, blonde hair?"
"Well yes, my little Loreal Model Man, but you are currently embodying Fabio. It's the idea of sexy, luscious locks that both you and Fabio now possess." For the first time in his life, Reid feels slightly ridiculous about his hair.
"Maybe I should just cut it. You know.. short like it used to be?"
"Ha! That's a great idea, if you want our hunk of chocolate love to spend the rest of his days crying over cut hair." Oh, other people knew about that too? "Ohh you know, maybe it's not Fabio. Maybe it's more... Jaclyn Smith circa 1976."
Reid is definitely cutting his hair. Morgan can live without it.
-x-
Reid means to cut his hair, he really does. But they get so caught up in more cases, finishing off rehab for his leg and more (gladly) appreciated time with Morgan that it doesn't happen.
He's laying in bed watching Morgan sleep on their first day off in what feels like months, when he finally decides today is the day.
He sneaks off to the bathroom quietly, making sure not wake Morgan. Before getting ready, Reid decided to gel his hair back the way he used to when he first entered the BAU. He wanted to at least get an idea on what it may look like short again.
It looked ridiculous, with the top gelled back tight against his scalp but his wild length laying bold around his head. But he got the general idea of what it'd look like, and Reid wasn't sure he liked it. It made him look younger, and more studious. It made him feel the way he used to: all gangly limbs, awkward motions and huge brain. It makes him feel self conscious--and he doesn't like that feeling. Reid heard a rustle of covers and the soft shifting of feet across his hardwood floor. Morgan was up.
Oh no. Morgan was up.
"What the hell are you doin' kid?" Morgan doesn't sound mad exactly, but he certainly doesn't sound happy to be awake this early on his day off.
"Oh. I'm going to go get a haircut today and I just wanted to see how I'd look with my old haircut. You know, the one I had when I came to the BAU?"
Morgan doesn't say anything, he just stands there and looks at Reid. It's slightly disconcerting but Reid doesn't care right now; he's staring at the beautiful mix of muscles, tendons, skins and bones that make up Derek Morgan.
He's wearing nothing but a pair of old basketball shorts that are probably a little too small for his ever-growing body. They're slung low, really low, and Reid can see just a peak of dark hair surrounded by the deep V (inguinal ligaments, Reid corrects himself) of his torso. Not to mention Morgan still has that sleepy look in his eyes, and marks on his cheek where he was smashed against his pillow. It's adorable.
Morgan notices Reid looking--he surely wasn't hiding his admiration, and quickly brushes past him to walk towards the shower. Without saying a word, Morgan turns it on, finds the perfect temperature, and strips of himself and Reid's clothes before quickly forcing them both in.
Morgan keeps with the silent treatment and grabs shampoo and starts to lather up Reid's hair. Reid isn't sure if he's creeped out or turned on by how thoroughly Morgan is washing his hair. As with all things that involved Derek Morgan-- Reid was leaning towards turned on.
"Um- Morgan? This- uh, this is nice. But.. Why are you washing my hair?"
"Because I want to." Morgan responds, and that's the end of that conversation. Once all of Reid's hair is completely lathered Morgan used his hands to just touch. His nails and fingers gently massaged Reid's scalp, and then fell down to the locks to soap them together. When he gently guided Reid under the hot spray of the shower, his ministrations didn't stop. His fingers guided through the hair until every sud had fallen into the swirling drain.
"Better." Morgan finally says, and Reid is confused.
"You didn't like my hair like that?"
"No. Hell no. Hell, fuck no."
Reid frowns, because really.. Is his hair that big a deal? He knows Morgan likes it, and he respects that. There's so much about Morgan's body that Reid likes: his tattoos, his muscles, his lips, his eyes. But if he lost anyone of those traits, Reid wouldn't like him any less. Those were just additions that made him that much better.
"Pretty Boy, I like you anyway I can get you. But I especially like your hair." Morgan says quickly, and Reid realizes he must be pouting.
"Sure you do."
"You think I don't like you?" Derek asks and Reid just shrugs. He knows he's being ridiculous, but his ego is a little bruised. "Do I need to show you just how much I like you?" Morgan asks, just as his soapy hands reach down in between Reid's cheeks. Reid can't help but moan when Morgan's hand reaches down past his hole to fondle his balls.
Morgan is on his knees before Reid can even realize what's going on. Reid looks down and realizes how lucky he is: Water spraying against Morgan's mocha skin, which contrasts perfectly against the stark white tile, as he stares at Reid's cock like he's hungry for it. It's really a breath taking sight.
Morgan licks one long stripe from base to tip before gripping tightly at the base. He starts off slow, just letting Reid's dick slide against his lips and tongue. Reid knows Morgan loves this part of giving head, the slow burn that he can create from short licks and tight sucks.
Reid relaxes into the sensations and just feels; feels the texture of Morgan's mouth and the softness of his lips. He's trying his best to just savor the moment and not rush this along, but all the sudden Morgan is taking him down his throat as far as he can and Reid feels like his brain is short circuiting. He's scrambling to find something, anything, to grab onto because Morgan is so, so good at this.
Morgan told him once deep-throating was all about trust. Reid quickly reminded him that all the trust in the world couldn't stop a gag reflex, but Morgan shrugged him off. Now though, as he feels the muscles in Morgan's throat constrict against him, he knows this is about showing trust.
Reid is using every ounce of self control his has to still his hips from pushing faster into Morgan's mouth; he doesn't want to push Morgan farther than he can go, but then Morgan is moaning against his cock and grabbing at his ass and he gets the picture. Reid starts with tight, shallow thrusts but Morgan is persistent with the grip on his hips and pushes him deeper, faster.
He lets his hands rest on top of Morgan's shoulders, just as he backs pulls back and starts sucking hard at the head. Morgan's tonguing the slit, and letting his dick slide slowly out his mouth.
"Mmm, turn around Pretty Boy." Reid doesn't know how he's managed to stand this long, but when Morgan makes that unsaid promise, he manages to find the strength.
When Reid turns around, Morgan's hands move straight to his ass, kneading and massaging the muscles there. Soon enough Reid can feel kisses against the back of his thighs, reaching all the way to the bottom of his ass. He keeps kissing, up his thighs, and across his ass. But eventually, Morgan starts placing long, flat-tongued strokes right against his entrance. Reid's body relaxes enough to welcome the invasion of Morgan's tongue and just as he does, the entire style changes.
The licks aren't long and broad anymore, now they're short, prodding, deliberate and really, really deep. Reid is grinding back against Morgan's tongue now, his body making decisions his mind isn't even aware of. Morgan keeps at it--quick jabs with his tongue that push Reid till he can't take it anymore. He's aching for Morgan to add his fingers to the picture, but he knows not to expect it. Morgan wants him to be a babbling mess just from his tongue. When all sensations stop, Reid doesn't hesitate to grab the waterproof lube they keep right by the body wash.
"Morgan, now. Now Morgan, now." And Reid is vaguely aware that he can't form a coherent sentence but he doesn't care because suddenly there is pressure right against his hole as Morgan pushes one finger completely inside him. It feels good- so, so good- but Reid's already gotten a blowjob and rimmed and he really can't take it any longer. He needs Morgan inside him now, and just as he turns his head to tell Morgan to seriously get this show on the road, there's another finger and it's inside and stretching him.
"I can't take much more of this Reid." Morgan whispers against his ear.
"Then how about you come on." And that makes Morgan laugh, but Reid wasn't joking-- so he assumes it's one of those funny things that he just doesn't get.
"You're welcome, kid." A third finger joins the first and second and Reid feels like he's going crazy. The warm water has been beating against his dick making it even more sensitive. Plus, Morgan is using his left hand to gently pull at his nipple and right hand is busy fucking him soundly with three fingers. It's sensory overload, and Reid lets out a choked moan and leans back against Morgan's shoulder. He can feel that familiar tingle in his balls and just sort of lets himself fall into it.
"Oh no you don't Baby Boy." And Morgan's left hand reaches down to wrap hard around the base of his cock and quickly that little tingle fades. "You are not gonna finish this without me, so you better hold on."
Reid does what he's told and waits. He feels Morgan's fingers slip out of his ass quickly, but before he has a chance to mourn their loss, Morgan's cock is gently nudging against his entrance. Reid lets out a deep breath, which Morgan takes as a 'go ahead' and pushes the head of his cock in. Morgan is taking it slow, too slow, letting Reid's body only take an inch at a time.
"Derek, please fuck me." Reid smiles when he can hear the hitch in Morgan's breath above the incessant pounding of the water. Between the cussing and the name calling Morgan gets with the program because all the suddenly Reid is getting fucked.
Once his cock is completely inside Morgan hesitates only a second before pulling completely out and slamming back in. Neither one of them have the time or patience for slow or finesse right now; this is all about slamming and arching, pushing and pulling--all the way to a sweet release.
They keep that unrelenting pace until Reid thinks his legs might give out, and then he hears Morgan mutter 'fuck' right in his ear and he's pretty sure both of them are coming. Morgan's got his hand wrapped tight around Reid's cock and he's making sure to milk it for all it's worth as he pulls out and let's go across Reid's ass and thighs.
The stand under the water for a couple minutes, catching their breath and trying to regain some strength in their legs. Morgan turns Reid around to look him straight in the eyes.
"C'mon Spencer," Morgan never calls Reid, Spencer. It sends a shiver all the way down Reid's body. "you had to have known how much I love your hair."
"You never told me."
"I didn't think I had to. I thought I made it obvious how much I love things about you." Morgan and Reid don't say 'I love you'. Not yet at least. So when Morgan says that, Reid knows what he means. He knows that even though they don't say it, both of them mean it.
"I do. But I guess-I guess sometimes it's nice to hear it. I mean to hear you like things, you know? I'm used to people telling me about things they don't like." Morgan nods and Reid knows this is a step for them, to talk about something like this. Him and Morgan aren't perfect- perfect is really a debatable and unattainable concept- but they try. And that matters.
-x-
"Well at least I'm not going to have to go through this with you." Reid mentions as he walks out of the bathroom completely naked. If nothing else, this encounter with Morgan has made him downright proud of his floppy hair, pasty skin and thin body.
"How do you figure?"
"Well, I don't have any "kinks" like you do." Morgan raises an eyebrow. "You have a strong affection for my hair in particular. I, on the other hand, enjoy every single part of your body equally. So we won't ever have to worry about you doing something that will make me sad."
"Okay, first off, I wasn't sad. I was simply..." Sad. "looking out for your best interests. And two, you really think you don't have any kinks Dr. Reid?"
"Nope. None."
When Morgan walks towards the kitchen with nothing but a scoff Reid thinks-
'That man's glutius maximus is as close to perfection as one could get."
And then he thinks-
'Morgan never, ever agrees with me that easily....'
-x-
Later that night Reid is stretched out along the couch, reading the latest volume of the Journal of Organic Chemistry. He's completely engrossed by the article about the selectivity in the reaction of triplet phenyl cations- it's really a rousing topic- when Morgan casually walks out of the bedroom, completely naked.
"Um.. Okay." Reid's surprised. But that's okay, because surprises are more exciting than the reaction of triplet phenyl cations and because they can be completely awesome. Reid's moving to get up when Morgan throws a sheet of paper in his direction.
"I need your professional opinion Doctor." Reid snaps his eyes away from Morgan's body for about half a second and glances at the paper. It's a piece of artwork, and a beautiful one at that. It's an oak tree- with strong roots and beautiful, flowing branches. Each branch is peppered with new, growing leaves. It's extremely beautiful and intricate; the dark etching leaving a haunted feeling over the entire picture. He notices that the tree was leaning slightly to the right, only to see it's branches come quickly back to the left.
"Okay, so here are you two options kid. Here," Reid looks up to watch Morgan turn around and point towards the area of his lower back and ass. "or here." Morgan turns around and points to his right hip. He sectioned off a few inches below his belly-button, and down towards his leg.
"Um.. What exactly am I giving my opinion on?" Morgan smiles one of those blinding grins of his.
"My new tattoo. That design in your hands is what I'm thinking about. And I want your opinion on where to put it."
Reid is on his knees approximately 4.3 seconds later. He's kissing and licking at Morgan's right hip.
"Here, here, here. Please here. Not back there. Here." Reid hears a choked laugh and looks up to meet Morgan's shining eyes.
"Don't tell me you don't have any kinks, Pretty Boy."
AN: Reid has a definite tattoo kink y/y? Haha. My definition of hair came straight from Wikipedia. My sources are not as thorugh as Reid's :O
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