Criminal Minds Kink Meme Fills
I'm a bit late posting these since I only filled nine during the week and then had a bit of writer's block immediately afterward. So here are my fills for this year's kink meme. They are all Morgan Reid. For the actual prompt, I provided a link above each fill. These are all rated R to NC-17.
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Title: Relaxation
Prompt: Here.
Reid threw his bag over the arm of the couch before collapsing in the center. Clooney ran up, nuzzling Reid’s hand with his wet nose. Reid patted his head in an absent minded manner as Morgan threw his own bag down and joined Reid. They were silent for awhile, Reid kicking off his shoes and practically crawling on top of Morgan.
“It was rough,” Morgan whispered, and he didn’t need to specify. The case had been hard. Two weeks in Tennessee cashing an UNSUB who continued to escalate. Three more girls died before they caught him.
“We need to relax,” Reid said, his words muffled by Morgan’s t-shirt. Morgan nodded in agreement, too tired to do much else.
“We should take a bath,” Reid suggested and then to clarify, “Together.”
Chuckling, Morgan began to untangle Reid’s limbs from his torso. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
Running up the stairs, Reid started the water as Morgan slowly followed him. The bathroom was soon enveloped in steam and they shucked off their clothes. Reid tried to climb in the tub gracefully but slipped. Morgan offered his arm for support, and Reid pulled him in immediately once he was seated.
“I think I’m actually too tired to even bathe,” Morgan muttered.
“Baths are unhygienic anyway,” Reid replied. The lack of a concrete statistic backing the statement up proved how exhausted he was himself.
He picked up a washcloth and rubbed it gently along Morgan’s back, his tongue taking the same path, licking water droplets from the clean skin. Morgan hummed softly, content and at ease for the first time in weeks.
“Love you Pretty Boy,” he said before kissing Reid.”
“Love you too Derek.”
Title: Experience
Prompt: Here.
Morgan’s head fell back with a thud, but he didn’t feel the pain. He was lost in the sensation of Reid’s tongue sliding down past his balls, barely teasing his pucker. Morgan had his fingers thread in Reid’s hair, trying to pull him back up. His cock had been neglected, and Morgan wanted that talented tongue being put to a better use. Not that what Reid was currently doing wasn’t nice.
“Spencer, where in God’s name did you learn to do that?” Morgan asked.
“Never you mind,” Reid replied as he licked a stripe up Morgan’s cock. Then he circled the head, lapping up the pre-come that had gathered there since they had made it to Reid’s bedroom, before taking Morgan down to the root.
“Jesus Christ.” Morgan’s hips bucked wildly, but Reid just calmly held him down as he continued to bob his head. Morgan didn’t want to think about how many boyfriends, how many nameless encounters in back alleys, it took before Reid could deep throat like that. He definitely didn’t learn from reading issues of Cosmo.
Swirling his tongue along the vein, Reid reached back down to lightly scratch the area still slick with his spit. Morgan moaned, letting himself giving into the pleasure. Reid didn’t pull back, swallowing all of Morgan’s release. Reid sat back on his heels and smiled.
“Pretty Boy, that was amazing,” Morgan said breathlessly.
Reid just nodded and said, “I know.”
Title: Spoken For
Prompt: Here.
Reid was tired of the women crowded on the dance floor, their hands roaming over Morgan’s body. Their intentions were clear, and not just to a profiler. They wanted something less innocent than dancing. Reid knew Morgan would no longer take these women up on their desperate offers, but he still couldn’t stop the heat pulsing through his veins. It dawned on him then that he was jealous.
With confidence he never knew he possessed, Reid approached Morgan and his followers. His hand slid around Morgan’s waist as he surprisingly said with a sense of calm, “He’s spoken for.”
“Spoken for?” Morgan asked as the women dispersed. “Is this the 19th century? Did I become a Southern belle?”
“You let them touch you,” Reid said, ignoring Morgan’s attempts to stop him. Reid turned, his back pressing along Morgan’s front. “Only I can touch you that way.”
“It means nothing Pretty Boy. You know that.”
“I don’t care. Only I can.” Reid emphasized every word with a roll of his hips, his head resting back on Morgan’s shoulder. “You’re mine, and I’m going to show everyone in this God forsaken club.”
Morgan groaned. “I think they got the point.”
“Not good enough,” Reid said. He worked his hips faster, his ass grinding hard against Morgan who had been hard since Reid sauntered onto the dance floor. He reached a hand back, pulling Morgan even closer if it were possible.
“You want us to get arrested for public indecency?” Morgan asked.
“No one will notice if you shut up and come already.” Reid’s words ghosted over Morgan’s ear and sent a shiver down his spine. He bit down on Reid’s neck as he came. Pushing Reid’s hair back, Morgan kissed him thoroughly. “Let’s get out of here,” Reid said when they pulled apart.
Yes, it was incredibly cliché, but he had just did some particularly dirty dancing with his boyfriend in public. Morgan didn’t seem to mind. He held Reid’s hand as they made their way outside.
Title: Alpha Male
Prompt: Here.
It’s degrading. It’s filthy. It’s chauvinistic. Even Reid was unsure about the last one considering he and Morgan were both male. The word originated long before homosexual couples were accepted as they were now. Either way, Reid rationalized that Morgan was the stereotypical alpha male of them, so it counted.
None of this changed that Reid felt like he should be embarrassed for what he asked. He wasn’t, though. He calmly knelt before Morgan as he pumped his cock, his face contorted in pleasure. He traced Reid’s lips with his thumb in a silent warning.
Streams of cum trickled down Reid’s face, his eyelashes heavy as he opened his eyes to see Morgan smiling above him. He tugged on Reid’s forearms, forcing him to stand up. Morgan went to kiss him, and Reid turned his head.
With his fingers gently turning Reid’s chin, Morgan just shook his head before kissing Reid passionately despite the mess.
Title: Fun in the Sun
Prompt: Here.
The sun was blazing down hot on their backs, and Reid’s mind wandered to how it had been an hour since he applied sunscreen. The instructions said once every hour, and the last thing he needed was an irritating sun burn. He soon forgot why he was trying to swim away when Morgan continued making Reid’s skin bright red himself. He made a mark on Reid’s neck low enough that his shirt would hide it.
“Derek, we should really get out of the pool.”
“I don’t know. I kinda want to take you right here.” Morgan emphasized his point by squeezing Reid’s ass through his baggy swimming trunks. Reid moaned, tossing his head back causing clumps of his long hair to fall in his face.
“It’s hardly hygienic,” he said, one last attempt at putting up a fight.
“Spencer, the pool is constantly cleaned. We’ll be fine.”
Morgan dipped under the water, and Reid could feel his trunks being pulled down. He watched as they floated to the bottom of the pool, soon followed by Morgan’s. Something pressed up against his ass, and he frantically pulled a spluttering Morgan up.
“Derek, no. Derek, we can’t.”
“Relax baby,” Morgan said. He waved a tube of water proof lube in Reid’s face and kissed his nose. “Like I’d come unprepared.”
“You’re evil. You planned this? You do know that skin cancer is the most common form of cancer in the United States?”
“I love it when you talk nerdy to me,” Morgan said and eased a finger into Reid.
“But Derek, in 2007 33,041 men were diagnosed with melanomas of the skin. 5506 of them died.”
“Do tell more,” Morgan prompted, adding a second finger and scissoring.
“As a white male, I’m three times more likely to get skin cancer than you. Do you really want to risk that?”
“I think I do,” Morgan whispered before he grabbed Reid’s hips and fully seated himself. Reid cried out, then quickly covered his mouth when he remembered where they were. He finally shut up as Morgan set a pounding pace. He reached a hand back down under the surface of the water and jerked Reid off until he came with a shout. With a few more thrusts, Morgan followed Reid, biting down on his shoulder as he climaxed.
“That was strange but not unpleasant,” Reid muttered.
“Spence baby,” Morgan said laughing. “Your nose is red.”
Reid splashed Morgan and swam away. “I hate you.”
“I love you too.”
Title: Traffic Lights
Prompt: Here.
The multi-coloured bruises stood out like green and yellow traffic lights on Reid’s skin. At first the markings would be a bright red, signaling Morgan to stop. That the flesh between his teeth could no longer take the onslaught. However, Reid continued to push up, his breathless whimpers begging for more. Morgan was only happy to oblige. The bruises signified that Reid was his and no one else’s. It was primitive. It was primal. It was as predictable as green follows red.
Title: Sweet Tooth
Prompt: Here.
Saying Dr. Reid had a sweet tooth was an understatement. Sugary treats made up the majority of his diet as proven by the endless supply of lollipops and candy bars he kept in his bag. He may have told officers going on coffee runs that he only took two sugars, but it was more like he used the spoon to shovel the sugar into the steaming cup. The sweetest thing in Dr. Reid’s life was not made of sugar, however. It was 100% Derek Morgan, and Morgan would do anything for his boyfriend.
The frosting felt cold as Reid smoothed it down Morgan’s chest and stomach. The trail was quickly cleaned up by Reid’s tongue, the area still sticky. Reid focused more attention on particular spots that would make Morgan beg for more. Right nipple. Left side approximately five inches down. Directly above the belly button.
“Stop teasing Spencer,” Morgan growled. He forced the tub of frosting into Reid’s hands.
Figuring he had endured enough, Reid finally put the frosting where Morgan wanted it. Licking slowly up his length, Reid could taste chocolate and something that was distinctly Morgan.
“You taste so sweet,” Reid said huskily and then took Morgan in his mouth. I twas too much for Morgan to take and, threading his fingers through Reid’s hair and smudging frosting in the locks, he came.
“We have some frosting left, if you want,” Reid said waving the tub. Morgan flipped Reid and smiled.
Dr. Reid wasn’t the only one with a sweet tooth.
Title: Check Mate
Prompt: Here.
“We’re at my apartment. I think that should mean I’m allowed to pick what we watch,” Reid said, his bottom lip jutting out in a full-on pout.
“No offense kid, but I don’t want to watch National Geographic,” Morgan said. He possessively held the remote far from Reid’s grasp. “That wasn’t what I was thinking about when you asked me to come over after the case.”
Reid blushed, automatically analyzing what Morgan could have meant. Reid could think of what he wanted when he asked Morgan over, but he knew his co-worker could never return his feelings. What else would they have done? Play chess? That definitely wasn’t Derek Morgan’s idea of fun, Reid thought. He was out of practice as it was, not having played since Gideon left a month before. Reid began going over the thousands of possible moves in an attempt to calm himself down.
“Yo Earth to Reid,” Morgan said prodding Reid’s shoulder. “You okay? You spaced out there.”
“I’m sorry. I, uh, I was thinking.”
Morgan laughed. “That’s not a surprise. So, I was saying, we should battle for control of the remote.”
“Battle?”
“Exactly. Try and get it from me.”
“That’s hardly fair. You’re clearly stronger than me.”
“What are ya? Chicken?”
Not threatened by the simplest of name calling, Reid just shrugged. He was not expecting Morgan to tackle him so that he was laying flat on his back, Morgan kneeling over him.
“Morgan, you can watch football,” Reid said quickly hoping Morgan would move before he noticed Reid’s pressing erection. “I honestly don’t mind.”
“You’re not ever going to try and put up a fight?” Morgan teased.
Reid attempted to push Morgan off, but it only encouraged him to push closer, and if he hadn’t noticed Reid’s current state of arousal, he had to of then. Instead of bolting back in horror, however, he stilled and smiled.
“Now this is what I was thinking about,” he said and cupped Reid’s face gently. “Pretty Boy, is this okay?”
“Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes,” Reid replied. He leaned up and kissed Morgan’s desperately.
Morgan wasted no time in shoving Reid’s pants and boxers around his ankles. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said. He circled the head of Reid’s cock and Reid threw his head back against the couch’s arm rest.
“Oh God. Me too. More, Derek. Mo-more.”
Morgan took Reid’s full length in his mouth, holding his hips down with one hand as he unbuckled his own pants with the other. He pulled back for a second and smiled up at Reid. “You’re so beautiful baby.”
Reid blushed again as Morgan kissed his way up Reid’s cock before sucking him down again. He began to hum, and Reid couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Derek, I’m going to cum.”
Morgan just continued bobbing his head and swallowed Reid’s release when he arched off the cushions. He pulled Reid into another kiss as his hand worked over his own cock. After a short few tugs, he came, breaking the kiss as he cried out.
They lay there silently as the football announcers on television talked animatedly. A player ran across the screen and shouts of ‘Touchdown!’ filled the room. Morgan chuckled and kissed the top of Reid’s head. “Yeah, touchdown.”
“No, more like check mate,” Reid replied as he held up the remote and changed the channel.
Title: Shut Me Up
Prompt: Here.
“You are too loud Dr. Reid,” Morgan said, his hips stilling. The two men were sharing a room for the duration of the case and while normally as a rule they didn’t have sex while working, they figured breaking the rule once wouldn’t hurt anyone. That is as long as none of their team mates heard Reid who was, to say the least, quite vocal in bed.
He pushed back against Morgan and growled, “Then shut me up, Agent Morgan.”
Morgan began thrusting again, kissing Reid sloppily. It was tough for him to concentrate, his hips snapping erratically and his kisses became more like mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Reid laughed softly and pushed Morgan back when he leaned in once more.
“I have an idea,” he said. He grasped Morgan’s hand and brought it to his mouth. He took one finger in first, his tongue swirling around the pad before lavishing the knuckle. Surprised at how good it felt, Morgan had to bite back a moan of his own.
“More Spencer. I’m close.”
Next was the middle finger, and Reid ran his tongue between the two fingers repeatedly. It was almost too much for Morgan, and when Reid went to suck in another, Morgan came with a low grunt. His fingers slid from Reid’s mouth as he gasped quietly.
“What can I say Pretty Boy?” Morgan muttered. “That was hot. Now, uh, I’ll put it to good use.”
With his spit slicked hand, Morgan took Reid’s cock in hand. It only took a few strokes before Reid came as well with a muffled shout.
“We should break the rule more often.”
Morgan laughed. “I don’t think so. You still were too loud.”
Title: Body Heat
Prompt: Here.
Morgan dropped his go bag on the bed next to the window knowing Reid would want the one near the door. The light from the hallway would shine in through the cracks, and Reid might be able to relax enough to sleep. It was cold in the room, but Morgan paid no mind. He figured once under the covers, he’d warm up.
The bathroom door opened slowly, Reid stepping out in flannel pajamas. Playing with the hem of his shirt, he asked, “Morgan, are you cold?”
“Yeah, now that you mention it, it ha seemed to have gotten even colder in here.”
“Should we call the front desk? Perhaps something’s wrong with the radiator.”
“I knew there was a reason I roomed with the genius,” Morgan said. He grabbed the phone and dialed the number. He frowned as he argued quietly with the man on the line. “Bad news Pretty Boy. The heat is out in the entire building.”
While Morgan was on the phone, Reid had piled the blankets from both beds around him. Only his head was showing. “It’s broken? Morgan, what are we going to do?”
“Well, you can’t just steal my blanket. I need to stay warm too.”
Reid looked around and muttered to himself.
“Got an idea Genius?”
“No, I just thought we could sleep in the same bed. Between our body heat and both blankets, we wouldn’t be cold. But it’s a horrible plan.”
“Well, I don’t see any alternatives. I’m okay with it if you are.” Morgan tried to sound calm, but he was thrilled at Reid’s suggestion. Even if it was only because the heat was off Morgan had wanted to hold Reid in bed for so long. It had been that fantasy as opposed to the countless sexual ones that disturbed him because he knew he was hopelessly in love with Reid.
Morgan crawled under the mass of blankets, his arm brushing up against Reid’s. Reid sighed, sounding content. Turning off the light, he turned to Morgan and said, “Goodnight.”
Reid’s breathing evened out within an hour, and Morgan figured it was safe to roll away. He had an erection since he laid down and had been second guessing his decision. However, Reid must have noticed they were no longer pressed together and started mumbling.
“C’mere Derek.” He pulled Morgan’s arm around his waist. What little self control he had left was gone as Morgan found his hand smoothing down Reid’s stomach involuntarily.
“Mmm… feels good,” Reid said, his voice still muffled by sleep. “You know, I remembered something else that’ll keep us warm.”
“What’s that Pretty Boy?” Morgan asked, his heart skipping a beat.
Taking Morgan’s hand and moving it to his crotch, Reid leaned toward him to whisper in his ear, “Sexual intercourse.”
Morgan moaned and desperately kissed Reid, bruising his lips. His hand had found its way into Reid’s pajama pants, and Morgan grasped Reid’s cock, stroking it slowly. Reid squirmed, the blankets falling to the floor, but neither of them could care. He followed Morgan’s actions, his hand stuck down Morgan’s boxers, matching his strokes. They panted against each other’s lips before Reid kissed Morgan again, muting his shout as he came over Morgan’s hand. Morgan nibble don Reid’s bottom lip, his own orgasm tearing through him.
“We should have done that before,” Morgan said as he reached down to pick up the blankets.
“I agree. I’m not as cold anymore,” Reid replied.
“No, Reid. Spencer,” Morgan corrected himself. “Long before tonight. I want this to be more than a one time thing.”
“Good,” Reid said before kissing Morgan sweetly. “So do I. Who else is going to keep me warm all winter?”
Title: Pierced
Prompt: Here.
The dim lighting reflected off the tiny barbells playing across Morgan’s face as Reid’s chest heaved. His pupils were blown wide and all Morgan had done was roughly tug his shirt off. It now lay across the room, thrown in surprise as Morgan stared at the barbells piercing Reid’s nipples.
“Pretty Boy, I never would have taken you for a piercing kind of guy.”
“Yes, well, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me Derek.”
Morgan smiled as he tossed his own shirt in the corner. “Oh yeah? Like what, Spencer?” he asked planting kisses down Reid’s neck before stopping above one of the barbells.
“Well, for instance nipple piercings may either increase or decrease sensitivity in the area depending on the individual.” Reid then leaned forward his lips brushing against Morgan’s ear as he whispered, “And mine are incredibly sensitive.”
Morgan moaned and, without hesitation, took the barbell between his teeth biting lightly. Every few seconds, his tongue would dart out, soothing the red flesh, and Reid was squirming beneath him.
“Derek, please. I’m not made of glass.”
Bringing his hand up to the other, neglected nipple, Morgan twisted it as he continued his administrations to the other. Shortly, Reid’s back arched off the bed as he came with a soft cry.
“God damn Pretty Boy.”
“Yeah,” was all Reid could manage. He kissed Morgan and thrust his hand down his pants. It didn’t take long for Morgan to reach his own orgasm, the image of Reid coming in his pants still searing behind his eyelids.
“So, uh, have any other piercings I don’t know about?” Morgan asked as he pulled Reid close.
“You’ll just have to wait for round two.”
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Title: Relaxation
Prompt: Here.
Reid threw his bag over the arm of the couch before collapsing in the center. Clooney ran up, nuzzling Reid’s hand with his wet nose. Reid patted his head in an absent minded manner as Morgan threw his own bag down and joined Reid. They were silent for awhile, Reid kicking off his shoes and practically crawling on top of Morgan.
“It was rough,” Morgan whispered, and he didn’t need to specify. The case had been hard. Two weeks in Tennessee cashing an UNSUB who continued to escalate. Three more girls died before they caught him.
“We need to relax,” Reid said, his words muffled by Morgan’s t-shirt. Morgan nodded in agreement, too tired to do much else.
“We should take a bath,” Reid suggested and then to clarify, “Together.”
Chuckling, Morgan began to untangle Reid’s limbs from his torso. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
Running up the stairs, Reid started the water as Morgan slowly followed him. The bathroom was soon enveloped in steam and they shucked off their clothes. Reid tried to climb in the tub gracefully but slipped. Morgan offered his arm for support, and Reid pulled him in immediately once he was seated.
“I think I’m actually too tired to even bathe,” Morgan muttered.
“Baths are unhygienic anyway,” Reid replied. The lack of a concrete statistic backing the statement up proved how exhausted he was himself.
He picked up a washcloth and rubbed it gently along Morgan’s back, his tongue taking the same path, licking water droplets from the clean skin. Morgan hummed softly, content and at ease for the first time in weeks.
“Love you Pretty Boy,” he said before kissing Reid.”
“Love you too Derek.”
Title: Experience
Prompt: Here.
Morgan’s head fell back with a thud, but he didn’t feel the pain. He was lost in the sensation of Reid’s tongue sliding down past his balls, barely teasing his pucker. Morgan had his fingers thread in Reid’s hair, trying to pull him back up. His cock had been neglected, and Morgan wanted that talented tongue being put to a better use. Not that what Reid was currently doing wasn’t nice.
“Spencer, where in God’s name did you learn to do that?” Morgan asked.
“Never you mind,” Reid replied as he licked a stripe up Morgan’s cock. Then he circled the head, lapping up the pre-come that had gathered there since they had made it to Reid’s bedroom, before taking Morgan down to the root.
“Jesus Christ.” Morgan’s hips bucked wildly, but Reid just calmly held him down as he continued to bob his head. Morgan didn’t want to think about how many boyfriends, how many nameless encounters in back alleys, it took before Reid could deep throat like that. He definitely didn’t learn from reading issues of Cosmo.
Swirling his tongue along the vein, Reid reached back down to lightly scratch the area still slick with his spit. Morgan moaned, letting himself giving into the pleasure. Reid didn’t pull back, swallowing all of Morgan’s release. Reid sat back on his heels and smiled.
“Pretty Boy, that was amazing,” Morgan said breathlessly.
Reid just nodded and said, “I know.”
Title: Spoken For
Prompt: Here.
Reid was tired of the women crowded on the dance floor, their hands roaming over Morgan’s body. Their intentions were clear, and not just to a profiler. They wanted something less innocent than dancing. Reid knew Morgan would no longer take these women up on their desperate offers, but he still couldn’t stop the heat pulsing through his veins. It dawned on him then that he was jealous.
With confidence he never knew he possessed, Reid approached Morgan and his followers. His hand slid around Morgan’s waist as he surprisingly said with a sense of calm, “He’s spoken for.”
“Spoken for?” Morgan asked as the women dispersed. “Is this the 19th century? Did I become a Southern belle?”
“You let them touch you,” Reid said, ignoring Morgan’s attempts to stop him. Reid turned, his back pressing along Morgan’s front. “Only I can touch you that way.”
“It means nothing Pretty Boy. You know that.”
“I don’t care. Only I can.” Reid emphasized every word with a roll of his hips, his head resting back on Morgan’s shoulder. “You’re mine, and I’m going to show everyone in this God forsaken club.”
Morgan groaned. “I think they got the point.”
“Not good enough,” Reid said. He worked his hips faster, his ass grinding hard against Morgan who had been hard since Reid sauntered onto the dance floor. He reached a hand back, pulling Morgan even closer if it were possible.
“You want us to get arrested for public indecency?” Morgan asked.
“No one will notice if you shut up and come already.” Reid’s words ghosted over Morgan’s ear and sent a shiver down his spine. He bit down on Reid’s neck as he came. Pushing Reid’s hair back, Morgan kissed him thoroughly. “Let’s get out of here,” Reid said when they pulled apart.
Yes, it was incredibly cliché, but he had just did some particularly dirty dancing with his boyfriend in public. Morgan didn’t seem to mind. He held Reid’s hand as they made their way outside.
Title: Alpha Male
Prompt: Here.
It’s degrading. It’s filthy. It’s chauvinistic. Even Reid was unsure about the last one considering he and Morgan were both male. The word originated long before homosexual couples were accepted as they were now. Either way, Reid rationalized that Morgan was the stereotypical alpha male of them, so it counted.
None of this changed that Reid felt like he should be embarrassed for what he asked. He wasn’t, though. He calmly knelt before Morgan as he pumped his cock, his face contorted in pleasure. He traced Reid’s lips with his thumb in a silent warning.
Streams of cum trickled down Reid’s face, his eyelashes heavy as he opened his eyes to see Morgan smiling above him. He tugged on Reid’s forearms, forcing him to stand up. Morgan went to kiss him, and Reid turned his head.
With his fingers gently turning Reid’s chin, Morgan just shook his head before kissing Reid passionately despite the mess.
Title: Fun in the Sun
Prompt: Here.
The sun was blazing down hot on their backs, and Reid’s mind wandered to how it had been an hour since he applied sunscreen. The instructions said once every hour, and the last thing he needed was an irritating sun burn. He soon forgot why he was trying to swim away when Morgan continued making Reid’s skin bright red himself. He made a mark on Reid’s neck low enough that his shirt would hide it.
“Derek, we should really get out of the pool.”
“I don’t know. I kinda want to take you right here.” Morgan emphasized his point by squeezing Reid’s ass through his baggy swimming trunks. Reid moaned, tossing his head back causing clumps of his long hair to fall in his face.
“It’s hardly hygienic,” he said, one last attempt at putting up a fight.
“Spencer, the pool is constantly cleaned. We’ll be fine.”
Morgan dipped under the water, and Reid could feel his trunks being pulled down. He watched as they floated to the bottom of the pool, soon followed by Morgan’s. Something pressed up against his ass, and he frantically pulled a spluttering Morgan up.
“Derek, no. Derek, we can’t.”
“Relax baby,” Morgan said. He waved a tube of water proof lube in Reid’s face and kissed his nose. “Like I’d come unprepared.”
“You’re evil. You planned this? You do know that skin cancer is the most common form of cancer in the United States?”
“I love it when you talk nerdy to me,” Morgan said and eased a finger into Reid.
“But Derek, in 2007 33,041 men were diagnosed with melanomas of the skin. 5506 of them died.”
“Do tell more,” Morgan prompted, adding a second finger and scissoring.
“As a white male, I’m three times more likely to get skin cancer than you. Do you really want to risk that?”
“I think I do,” Morgan whispered before he grabbed Reid’s hips and fully seated himself. Reid cried out, then quickly covered his mouth when he remembered where they were. He finally shut up as Morgan set a pounding pace. He reached a hand back down under the surface of the water and jerked Reid off until he came with a shout. With a few more thrusts, Morgan followed Reid, biting down on his shoulder as he climaxed.
“That was strange but not unpleasant,” Reid muttered.
“Spence baby,” Morgan said laughing. “Your nose is red.”
Reid splashed Morgan and swam away. “I hate you.”
“I love you too.”
Title: Traffic Lights
Prompt: Here.
The multi-coloured bruises stood out like green and yellow traffic lights on Reid’s skin. At first the markings would be a bright red, signaling Morgan to stop. That the flesh between his teeth could no longer take the onslaught. However, Reid continued to push up, his breathless whimpers begging for more. Morgan was only happy to oblige. The bruises signified that Reid was his and no one else’s. It was primitive. It was primal. It was as predictable as green follows red.
Title: Sweet Tooth
Prompt: Here.
Saying Dr. Reid had a sweet tooth was an understatement. Sugary treats made up the majority of his diet as proven by the endless supply of lollipops and candy bars he kept in his bag. He may have told officers going on coffee runs that he only took two sugars, but it was more like he used the spoon to shovel the sugar into the steaming cup. The sweetest thing in Dr. Reid’s life was not made of sugar, however. It was 100% Derek Morgan, and Morgan would do anything for his boyfriend.
The frosting felt cold as Reid smoothed it down Morgan’s chest and stomach. The trail was quickly cleaned up by Reid’s tongue, the area still sticky. Reid focused more attention on particular spots that would make Morgan beg for more. Right nipple. Left side approximately five inches down. Directly above the belly button.
“Stop teasing Spencer,” Morgan growled. He forced the tub of frosting into Reid’s hands.
Figuring he had endured enough, Reid finally put the frosting where Morgan wanted it. Licking slowly up his length, Reid could taste chocolate and something that was distinctly Morgan.
“You taste so sweet,” Reid said huskily and then took Morgan in his mouth. I twas too much for Morgan to take and, threading his fingers through Reid’s hair and smudging frosting in the locks, he came.
“We have some frosting left, if you want,” Reid said waving the tub. Morgan flipped Reid and smiled.
Dr. Reid wasn’t the only one with a sweet tooth.
Title: Check Mate
Prompt: Here.
“We’re at my apartment. I think that should mean I’m allowed to pick what we watch,” Reid said, his bottom lip jutting out in a full-on pout.
“No offense kid, but I don’t want to watch National Geographic,” Morgan said. He possessively held the remote far from Reid’s grasp. “That wasn’t what I was thinking about when you asked me to come over after the case.”
Reid blushed, automatically analyzing what Morgan could have meant. Reid could think of what he wanted when he asked Morgan over, but he knew his co-worker could never return his feelings. What else would they have done? Play chess? That definitely wasn’t Derek Morgan’s idea of fun, Reid thought. He was out of practice as it was, not having played since Gideon left a month before. Reid began going over the thousands of possible moves in an attempt to calm himself down.
“Yo Earth to Reid,” Morgan said prodding Reid’s shoulder. “You okay? You spaced out there.”
“I’m sorry. I, uh, I was thinking.”
Morgan laughed. “That’s not a surprise. So, I was saying, we should battle for control of the remote.”
“Battle?”
“Exactly. Try and get it from me.”
“That’s hardly fair. You’re clearly stronger than me.”
“What are ya? Chicken?”
Not threatened by the simplest of name calling, Reid just shrugged. He was not expecting Morgan to tackle him so that he was laying flat on his back, Morgan kneeling over him.
“Morgan, you can watch football,” Reid said quickly hoping Morgan would move before he noticed Reid’s pressing erection. “I honestly don’t mind.”
“You’re not ever going to try and put up a fight?” Morgan teased.
Reid attempted to push Morgan off, but it only encouraged him to push closer, and if he hadn’t noticed Reid’s current state of arousal, he had to of then. Instead of bolting back in horror, however, he stilled and smiled.
“Now this is what I was thinking about,” he said and cupped Reid’s face gently. “Pretty Boy, is this okay?”
“Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes,” Reid replied. He leaned up and kissed Morgan’s desperately.
Morgan wasted no time in shoving Reid’s pants and boxers around his ankles. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said. He circled the head of Reid’s cock and Reid threw his head back against the couch’s arm rest.
“Oh God. Me too. More, Derek. Mo-more.”
Morgan took Reid’s full length in his mouth, holding his hips down with one hand as he unbuckled his own pants with the other. He pulled back for a second and smiled up at Reid. “You’re so beautiful baby.”
Reid blushed again as Morgan kissed his way up Reid’s cock before sucking him down again. He began to hum, and Reid couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Derek, I’m going to cum.”
Morgan just continued bobbing his head and swallowed Reid’s release when he arched off the cushions. He pulled Reid into another kiss as his hand worked over his own cock. After a short few tugs, he came, breaking the kiss as he cried out.
They lay there silently as the football announcers on television talked animatedly. A player ran across the screen and shouts of ‘Touchdown!’ filled the room. Morgan chuckled and kissed the top of Reid’s head. “Yeah, touchdown.”
“No, more like check mate,” Reid replied as he held up the remote and changed the channel.
Title: Shut Me Up
Prompt: Here.
“You are too loud Dr. Reid,” Morgan said, his hips stilling. The two men were sharing a room for the duration of the case and while normally as a rule they didn’t have sex while working, they figured breaking the rule once wouldn’t hurt anyone. That is as long as none of their team mates heard Reid who was, to say the least, quite vocal in bed.
He pushed back against Morgan and growled, “Then shut me up, Agent Morgan.”
Morgan began thrusting again, kissing Reid sloppily. It was tough for him to concentrate, his hips snapping erratically and his kisses became more like mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Reid laughed softly and pushed Morgan back when he leaned in once more.
“I have an idea,” he said. He grasped Morgan’s hand and brought it to his mouth. He took one finger in first, his tongue swirling around the pad before lavishing the knuckle. Surprised at how good it felt, Morgan had to bite back a moan of his own.
“More Spencer. I’m close.”
Next was the middle finger, and Reid ran his tongue between the two fingers repeatedly. It was almost too much for Morgan, and when Reid went to suck in another, Morgan came with a low grunt. His fingers slid from Reid’s mouth as he gasped quietly.
“What can I say Pretty Boy?” Morgan muttered. “That was hot. Now, uh, I’ll put it to good use.”
With his spit slicked hand, Morgan took Reid’s cock in hand. It only took a few strokes before Reid came as well with a muffled shout.
“We should break the rule more often.”
Morgan laughed. “I don’t think so. You still were too loud.”
Title: Body Heat
Prompt: Here.
Morgan dropped his go bag on the bed next to the window knowing Reid would want the one near the door. The light from the hallway would shine in through the cracks, and Reid might be able to relax enough to sleep. It was cold in the room, but Morgan paid no mind. He figured once under the covers, he’d warm up.
The bathroom door opened slowly, Reid stepping out in flannel pajamas. Playing with the hem of his shirt, he asked, “Morgan, are you cold?”
“Yeah, now that you mention it, it ha seemed to have gotten even colder in here.”
“Should we call the front desk? Perhaps something’s wrong with the radiator.”
“I knew there was a reason I roomed with the genius,” Morgan said. He grabbed the phone and dialed the number. He frowned as he argued quietly with the man on the line. “Bad news Pretty Boy. The heat is out in the entire building.”
While Morgan was on the phone, Reid had piled the blankets from both beds around him. Only his head was showing. “It’s broken? Morgan, what are we going to do?”
“Well, you can’t just steal my blanket. I need to stay warm too.”
Reid looked around and muttered to himself.
“Got an idea Genius?”
“No, I just thought we could sleep in the same bed. Between our body heat and both blankets, we wouldn’t be cold. But it’s a horrible plan.”
“Well, I don’t see any alternatives. I’m okay with it if you are.” Morgan tried to sound calm, but he was thrilled at Reid’s suggestion. Even if it was only because the heat was off Morgan had wanted to hold Reid in bed for so long. It had been that fantasy as opposed to the countless sexual ones that disturbed him because he knew he was hopelessly in love with Reid.
Morgan crawled under the mass of blankets, his arm brushing up against Reid’s. Reid sighed, sounding content. Turning off the light, he turned to Morgan and said, “Goodnight.”
Reid’s breathing evened out within an hour, and Morgan figured it was safe to roll away. He had an erection since he laid down and had been second guessing his decision. However, Reid must have noticed they were no longer pressed together and started mumbling.
“C’mere Derek.” He pulled Morgan’s arm around his waist. What little self control he had left was gone as Morgan found his hand smoothing down Reid’s stomach involuntarily.
“Mmm… feels good,” Reid said, his voice still muffled by sleep. “You know, I remembered something else that’ll keep us warm.”
“What’s that Pretty Boy?” Morgan asked, his heart skipping a beat.
Taking Morgan’s hand and moving it to his crotch, Reid leaned toward him to whisper in his ear, “Sexual intercourse.”
Morgan moaned and desperately kissed Reid, bruising his lips. His hand had found its way into Reid’s pajama pants, and Morgan grasped Reid’s cock, stroking it slowly. Reid squirmed, the blankets falling to the floor, but neither of them could care. He followed Morgan’s actions, his hand stuck down Morgan’s boxers, matching his strokes. They panted against each other’s lips before Reid kissed Morgan again, muting his shout as he came over Morgan’s hand. Morgan nibble don Reid’s bottom lip, his own orgasm tearing through him.
“We should have done that before,” Morgan said as he reached down to pick up the blankets.
“I agree. I’m not as cold anymore,” Reid replied.
“No, Reid. Spencer,” Morgan corrected himself. “Long before tonight. I want this to be more than a one time thing.”
“Good,” Reid said before kissing Morgan sweetly. “So do I. Who else is going to keep me warm all winter?”
Title: Pierced
Prompt: Here.
The dim lighting reflected off the tiny barbells playing across Morgan’s face as Reid’s chest heaved. His pupils were blown wide and all Morgan had done was roughly tug his shirt off. It now lay across the room, thrown in surprise as Morgan stared at the barbells piercing Reid’s nipples.
“Pretty Boy, I never would have taken you for a piercing kind of guy.”
“Yes, well, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me Derek.”
Morgan smiled as he tossed his own shirt in the corner. “Oh yeah? Like what, Spencer?” he asked planting kisses down Reid’s neck before stopping above one of the barbells.
“Well, for instance nipple piercings may either increase or decrease sensitivity in the area depending on the individual.” Reid then leaned forward his lips brushing against Morgan’s ear as he whispered, “And mine are incredibly sensitive.”
Morgan moaned and, without hesitation, took the barbell between his teeth biting lightly. Every few seconds, his tongue would dart out, soothing the red flesh, and Reid was squirming beneath him.
“Derek, please. I’m not made of glass.”
Bringing his hand up to the other, neglected nipple, Morgan twisted it as he continued his administrations to the other. Shortly, Reid’s back arched off the bed as he came with a soft cry.
“God damn Pretty Boy.”
“Yeah,” was all Reid could manage. He kissed Morgan and thrust his hand down his pants. It didn’t take long for Morgan to reach his own orgasm, the image of Reid coming in his pants still searing behind his eyelids.
“So, uh, have any other piercings I don’t know about?” Morgan asked as he pulled Reid close.
“You’ll just have to wait for round two.”