Fic: World Like Sunlight (1/1 Criminal Minds)
Title: World Like Sunlight
Series: Of Innocence and Empathy
Author: Frogg
Beta: hawk_dancing
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Damnit.
Warnings: Um. Questionable consent.
Prompts: Wall-sex, memory
Author's Note: This is a story for which the lead-ins have not yet been written. Case set-up is in Adapting Logic.
"Fuck me."
Morgan's eyes widened at the vulgar order, hearing the fear and panic driving it. "Reid--let me get you back to--"
"No, no, here, now, I need--" Flinching with each flash of memory, Reid all but danced across the conference room, bumping into one of the chairs as he shuffled awkwardly, shoulders hunched and fists clenched over his ears. He swallowed, mouth falling open again as he panted raggedly, desperate for air.
"Spencer!"
Reid twisted into the edge of the bookshelf, looking up wide-eyed and wild for a moment before becoming lost in a slew of memories again. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me."
Growling in frustration and anger, Morgan made himself close the distance between them, grabbing Reid's arms and pressing him back into the wall. "Open your eyes. Open!" he barked, afraid of what he'd see there.
Lips still forming the mantra 'fuck me', words barely audible on a whine, Reid obeyed, opening haunted brown eyes, and blinked, trying to focus.
"Stay with me."
"Need you, need to know, know I'm-I'm here, here with you and n-not, not--" Another flashback took him away again, tilting his head back until he hit the wall.
Fighting himself, fighting Reid's past, Morgan shook his lover, fingers digging painfully into Reid's arms. "Okay, okay. Reid, stay with me here."
"Mmhrgh." Awareness flared, melting into a rough kiss.
"Hold on." Morgan grit his teeth, trying to batter his way past years of scars, Reid clinging to him. Assuring himself that Reid was steady between his own body and the wall, Morgan let go, hands working at belt and fly, pushing at the loosened waistband. "You still with me here?"
"Hurry, please," Reid whispered into his neck. "Hurryhurryhurry..." His pants fell unnoticed to the floor, underwear following.
"This is going to hurt," Morgan warned softly, ripping at his own belt and jeans one-handed, the other fishing a packet of lube out of his pocket. 'Hotch, you and me are going to have a serious talk about this later...'
"I know. I know, please, just. Fuck me!"
That made something inside Morgan recoil and shy away; he shoved it aside for later. "Okay. Here we go." Jeans and boxer-briefs were peeled to mid-thigh. Sending up a very unholy prayer that his normal reaction to Reid - to Spencer - surviving a close call hadn't failed him, Morgan tore open the lube and slicked himself, then urged one of Reid's legs up over his hip. "Ready?" He had to ask, could feel every flinch, could sense every memory that swept through his lover's mind - Dowd, Hankel, Garner, Bryant...
"Now. Do it now."
Oh hell no. Rough he could handle, not... Morgan tilted Reid's hips, drawing his body closer in, slipping one, then two fingers inside and stretching.
"Derek, now!" The plea was hissed through clenched teeth. His jaw relaxed minutely as Morgan shifted, fingers sliding out.
"Look at me," Morgan rumbled, leaning harder, pinning Reid against the wall.
Reid let himself fall, hooking his other leg over Morgan's bent arm. "Fuck me."
"I'm right here."
Taking the hint, Reid inhaled sharply, shifting and arching his back as he felt Morgan's erection nudge at his opening.
Trembling with the effort to support his lover, Morgan pushed forward even more, feeling Reid's body protest the intrusion, muscles spasming as he sank deep.
Reid whimpered, nails digging into Morgan's back as his body fought to adjust, flashbacks fading under the onslought of burning discomfort, the jagged shards of pleasure skittering up his spine.
"Tell me when," Morgan growled, focusing on the relief, the increasing here-with-you in Reid's eyes as the panic and fear slowly calmed.
"Mmmnk." Reid folded in on himself, around Morgan's shoulders, whuffing into his neck.
Morgan concentrated on breathing, counting heartbeats, keeping his legs from giving out on him, and not the hot-slick-too tight clutch of Reid's body wrapped around his dick. "Reid, I can't--" Morgan started finally. The rest of his warning was never voiced.
Startled, Reid jerked back, the angle of penetration changing and making him convulse, arms and legs clamping down.
Breathing ragged, trying desperately to stave off orgasm, Morgan sent up another unholy thanks as Reid went from 'don't look, don't want to know, I am so going to kill Hotch for this' to 'need to come now, thank you, goodbye' in no seconds flat. He rocked his hips, unable to move much. "Reid..."
"Yes, please, more..." Reid tilted his head, nuzzling at Morgan's jaw and leaving damp stripes across dark skin.
"'s about time. You woke up. And joined the party," Morgan murmured against Reid's lips, fingers digging into Reid's thighs, adding support and leverage to each tiny thrust. He kissed Reid hard then, swallowing any attempt at apology, letting his stranglehold on control fade.
Desire washed over them both, lifting them up in a surge of close-call survival instinct. Echoes of gunshots, chloroform and blood and pure distilled evil, the expression on Hotch's face as he'd stared down at the dying UnSub flashed past, transmuting into sheer need that screamed.
You're alive. Prove it!
Shockingly quiet sounds were traded between fused mouths, small moans and whimpers and growls all but drowned out by the hiss of fabric on skin, the thump of shoulder against wall, the wet sucking as Reid's back peeled off the wall a moment later.
Reid broke first, the warmth of his orgasm staining his own sweater vest and Morgan's t-shirt alike; Morgan followed almost instantly, locking his knees in an effort to keep them both upright as pain-edged pleasure swept over him.
"Nnnnrnk," Reid mumbled into Morgan's shoulder, panting shallowly.
Morgan shifted, humming a questioning response, taking note of the wince Reid couldn't quite hide. "Easy," he cautioned as Reid tried to straighten, one leg tensing to unwrap itself from Morgan's hip. "Hang on a sec." Bracing himself, he pressed Reid into the wall again, lifting slightly so he could withdraw.
Neither of them could ignore Reid's gasp of pain.
Morgan looked stricken. "I--"
"Don't you dare, I asked, I begged for that, it's what I wanted," Reid insisted softly, steadying himself on his own two feet only to wrap himself around Morgan again in a comforting hug.
Unable to deal with what he'd done, Morgan buried his face in Reid's neck, hiding, locking away the dark pit of guilt and self-loathing he knew he could not afford. Not now, not with the rest of the team due back soon, with the cops outside wondering what was going on. "We're going to be a mess leaving here."
Reid choked off what sounded suspiciously like laughter.
"What?"
"No, we're not."
Morgan twisted, still clinging to Reid as he turned to look at the rest of the conference room.
Two ready bags sat on the table, next to the black case Hotch kept their clean-up/first aid kit in.
Oh, yeah, Hotch is so going to answer for this.
~~~the end~~~
Previous: Adapting Logic
Next: Controlling Compassion
Series: Of Innocence and Empathy
Author: Frogg
Beta: hawk_dancing
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Damnit.
Warnings: Um. Questionable consent.
Prompts: Wall-sex, memory
Author's Note: This is a story for which the lead-ins have not yet been written. Case set-up is in Adapting Logic.
"Fuck me."
Morgan's eyes widened at the vulgar order, hearing the fear and panic driving it. "Reid--let me get you back to--"
"No, no, here, now, I need--" Flinching with each flash of memory, Reid all but danced across the conference room, bumping into one of the chairs as he shuffled awkwardly, shoulders hunched and fists clenched over his ears. He swallowed, mouth falling open again as he panted raggedly, desperate for air.
"Spencer!"
Reid twisted into the edge of the bookshelf, looking up wide-eyed and wild for a moment before becoming lost in a slew of memories again. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me."
Growling in frustration and anger, Morgan made himself close the distance between them, grabbing Reid's arms and pressing him back into the wall. "Open your eyes. Open!" he barked, afraid of what he'd see there.
Lips still forming the mantra 'fuck me', words barely audible on a whine, Reid obeyed, opening haunted brown eyes, and blinked, trying to focus.
"Stay with me."
"Need you, need to know, know I'm-I'm here, here with you and n-not, not--" Another flashback took him away again, tilting his head back until he hit the wall.
Fighting himself, fighting Reid's past, Morgan shook his lover, fingers digging painfully into Reid's arms. "Okay, okay. Reid, stay with me here."
"Mmhrgh." Awareness flared, melting into a rough kiss.
"Hold on." Morgan grit his teeth, trying to batter his way past years of scars, Reid clinging to him. Assuring himself that Reid was steady between his own body and the wall, Morgan let go, hands working at belt and fly, pushing at the loosened waistband. "You still with me here?"
"Hurry, please," Reid whispered into his neck. "Hurryhurryhurry..." His pants fell unnoticed to the floor, underwear following.
"This is going to hurt," Morgan warned softly, ripping at his own belt and jeans one-handed, the other fishing a packet of lube out of his pocket. 'Hotch, you and me are going to have a serious talk about this later...'
"I know. I know, please, just. Fuck me!"
That made something inside Morgan recoil and shy away; he shoved it aside for later. "Okay. Here we go." Jeans and boxer-briefs were peeled to mid-thigh. Sending up a very unholy prayer that his normal reaction to Reid - to Spencer - surviving a close call hadn't failed him, Morgan tore open the lube and slicked himself, then urged one of Reid's legs up over his hip. "Ready?" He had to ask, could feel every flinch, could sense every memory that swept through his lover's mind - Dowd, Hankel, Garner, Bryant...
"Now. Do it now."
Oh hell no. Rough he could handle, not... Morgan tilted Reid's hips, drawing his body closer in, slipping one, then two fingers inside and stretching.
"Derek, now!" The plea was hissed through clenched teeth. His jaw relaxed minutely as Morgan shifted, fingers sliding out.
"Look at me," Morgan rumbled, leaning harder, pinning Reid against the wall.
Reid let himself fall, hooking his other leg over Morgan's bent arm. "Fuck me."
"I'm right here."
Taking the hint, Reid inhaled sharply, shifting and arching his back as he felt Morgan's erection nudge at his opening.
Trembling with the effort to support his lover, Morgan pushed forward even more, feeling Reid's body protest the intrusion, muscles spasming as he sank deep.
Reid whimpered, nails digging into Morgan's back as his body fought to adjust, flashbacks fading under the onslought of burning discomfort, the jagged shards of pleasure skittering up his spine.
"Tell me when," Morgan growled, focusing on the relief, the increasing here-with-you in Reid's eyes as the panic and fear slowly calmed.
"Mmmnk." Reid folded in on himself, around Morgan's shoulders, whuffing into his neck.
Morgan concentrated on breathing, counting heartbeats, keeping his legs from giving out on him, and not the hot-slick-too tight clutch of Reid's body wrapped around his dick. "Reid, I can't--" Morgan started finally. The rest of his warning was never voiced.
Startled, Reid jerked back, the angle of penetration changing and making him convulse, arms and legs clamping down.
Breathing ragged, trying desperately to stave off orgasm, Morgan sent up another unholy thanks as Reid went from 'don't look, don't want to know, I am so going to kill Hotch for this' to 'need to come now, thank you, goodbye' in no seconds flat. He rocked his hips, unable to move much. "Reid..."
"Yes, please, more..." Reid tilted his head, nuzzling at Morgan's jaw and leaving damp stripes across dark skin.
"'s about time. You woke up. And joined the party," Morgan murmured against Reid's lips, fingers digging into Reid's thighs, adding support and leverage to each tiny thrust. He kissed Reid hard then, swallowing any attempt at apology, letting his stranglehold on control fade.
Desire washed over them both, lifting them up in a surge of close-call survival instinct. Echoes of gunshots, chloroform and blood and pure distilled evil, the expression on Hotch's face as he'd stared down at the dying UnSub flashed past, transmuting into sheer need that screamed.
You're alive. Prove it!
Shockingly quiet sounds were traded between fused mouths, small moans and whimpers and growls all but drowned out by the hiss of fabric on skin, the thump of shoulder against wall, the wet sucking as Reid's back peeled off the wall a moment later.
Reid broke first, the warmth of his orgasm staining his own sweater vest and Morgan's t-shirt alike; Morgan followed almost instantly, locking his knees in an effort to keep them both upright as pain-edged pleasure swept over him.
"Nnnnrnk," Reid mumbled into Morgan's shoulder, panting shallowly.
Morgan shifted, humming a questioning response, taking note of the wince Reid couldn't quite hide. "Easy," he cautioned as Reid tried to straighten, one leg tensing to unwrap itself from Morgan's hip. "Hang on a sec." Bracing himself, he pressed Reid into the wall again, lifting slightly so he could withdraw.
Neither of them could ignore Reid's gasp of pain.
Morgan looked stricken. "I--"
"Don't you dare, I asked, I begged for that, it's what I wanted," Reid insisted softly, steadying himself on his own two feet only to wrap himself around Morgan again in a comforting hug.
Unable to deal with what he'd done, Morgan buried his face in Reid's neck, hiding, locking away the dark pit of guilt and self-loathing he knew he could not afford. Not now, not with the rest of the team due back soon, with the cops outside wondering what was going on. "We're going to be a mess leaving here."
Reid choked off what sounded suspiciously like laughter.
"What?"
"No, we're not."
Morgan twisted, still clinging to Reid as he turned to look at the rest of the conference room.
Two ready bags sat on the table, next to the black case Hotch kept their clean-up/first aid kit in.
Oh, yeah, Hotch is so going to answer for this.
~~~the end~~~
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Next: Controlling Compassion