Okay…I own nothing.

*rolls eyes*

If I did, Prentiss would not be gone.

Cadet *itch would not be the "fresh eyes" the team needed.

(Stop trying to make IT useful. There is no way in hell that you can justify axing the most wonderful girls in the world.)

And this fic would be the personal part of the next episode. WE NEED THIS SO BAD!

Gube (directing suits you) Moore: This is a direct plea.

Please stop playing with us and make Morgan and Reid fuck already. Even if it means all the emotional fall out between the two. Even if it has to be off screen… something is better than nothing. (And we'd be able to tell.)

Here's the product of Reviews (thank you) a Crayola Crayon thermos full of coffee and two mn't dew Amps… (caffeine is my drug of choice.)

Hope you like…

Reid comment enjoy.

Reid is comfortable with statistics…facts.

The more concrete the better.

Fact: Reid loves Morgan.

Fact: Reid kissed Morgan.

Fact: He's kissing Morgan.

Fact: Morgan's pressing him against the wall in Reid's foyer, letting a low growl rumble through his chest as he scrapes his teeth against the pulse beat on Reid's neck. Reid throws his head back and moans.

Fact: Reid's hard-on is nudging Morgan's thigh; Morgan presses the heel of his hand against it. Reid shivers as he presses back.

"You. Taste. Amazing…" Morgan murmurs into Reid's heated skin, as he licks a stripe up Reid's jaw line, reveling in the stubble against his tongue.

There's no way a girl can give him this. Reid's hand grips Morgan's hip as he grinds their hips together, loving the heated friction between them.

Reid's breathing hitches as Morgan clamps down on his shoulder, biting and sucking on sensitive skin.

Fact: Reid loves the marks Morgan's putting on him. The beautiful red splotch on his clavicle that can be hidden by a shirt or scarf. The hickey on his neck that can't. The bruise on his thigh as Morgan grips him tight, steadying them as he moves to snake under his waistband.

Reid's hands roam over Morgan's back, squeezing his ass in a vice grip before relaxing his hand again. Morgan moans louder.

"Smut fic." Reid laugh to himself as Morgan undoes his shirt buttons, one by one. His fingers shake as he presses finger tips against pale, iridescent skin.

He bends to take Reid's pert nipple in his mouth, clamping down hard. Reid arches beautifully.

He's the epitome of Greek beauty. Lithe frame and golden hair.

He looks up at Morgan with fire in his eyes. Morgan groans at the sight of rosy red lips and flushed cheeks as Reid fingers the hem of Morgan's shirt.

Morgan takes a step back to let Reid peel it off.

"Smut fic?" Morgan asks, humor in his eyes as Reid' s eyes traverse the flat plane of Morgan's chest…nothing he hasn't seen before, but can appreciate even more, given the context of the situation.

"Garcia's pretty good you know. It's kinda…"

"Creepy? But still, it's Baby Girl, so…it's kinda hot." Morgan whispers as he tugs Reid towards the bedroom by the belt hoops.

"She said… 'I look like I'm debauched.' Really? Do you think so?" Reid twists; cocking his hip, he poses for Morgan, a devilish smile flirting across his lips.

"Well, I do have a wicked way with tongue. Oh, the things you learn while reading." Reid pushes Morgan onto his bed.

"But then again, most of that was in theory, not practice. Wanna be my dummy?" Reid whispers in Morgan's ear as he straddles his thighs. Morgan's wordless as Reid rocks slowly, reaching down to pull out Morgan's erection, which happily twitched between Reid's fingers.

Reid's tongue traces the whorls of Morgan's ear, and Morgan chuckles as Reid laves his ear. Reid nips Morgan's earlobe; Morgan hisses, grabbing Reid's ass and squeezes, kneading the muscle through the cloth.

"Pretty Boy, take it off." Morgan hums as Reid lifts up so Morgan can divest them of their pants. Reid's pants and underwear are shucked in one svelte swoop.

Morgan hold Reid back with a hot hand placed on his ghost muscles on his torso. He takes an appreciative look as Reid blushes and fidgets slightly. Morgan smiles and nods in appreciation.

"The name suits you, Pretty. Boy." Morgan hums as Reid grabs Morgan's hand taking his index finger and places it in his mouth. He holds Morgan's gaze as he swirls his tongue around Morgan's knuckles. The suction is soft as Reid pulls back to add a second, a third. He holds Morgan's hand, reveling in the salty sweet taste of Morgan's skin, as he closes his eyes, moaning against his fingers.

He works double time, head bobbing and making these whorish slurping moans. Morgan's legs spread wider as he watches, as he feels Reid take him deeper.

He does this flicky flutter thing with his tongue and Morgan's dick spurts pre cum, it dribbling down his shaft.

"Fuck Reid, stop." Morgan wraps his fingers in Reid's hair as Reid tries to hold on to Morgan's hand, sucking as if his life depended on it.

Morgan pulls Reid on top of him, wrapping his legs around Reid's hips as he rolls them, the heated stick of precum and skin almost too much as Reid's head lolls back, eyes closed in deep pleasure.

Reid leans over the side of the bed, reaching to grab a tube of lube from the floor.

"I don't…you said six months right?" Reid's voice is hoarse as Morgan looks up at Reid, almost loosing himself in the light of Reid's hazel eyes.

"It's been longer than six months…I've been tested. I'm clean." Morgan says, Reid bends down to capture Morgan's mouth in his own.

"Good." Reid breathes. "I'm clean. Solo sex is safe sex, right?" Morgan's chuckle turns into a hellish groan as Reid flips them, Morgan on top of Reid. Reid presses the tube into Morgan's hand.

"Go." Reid says as he thrust up. Morgan nods, making quick with the prep. Each time he adds a finger, he curls his fingers, burying them to find Reid's sweet spot. By the time Morgan's done, Reid looks as if he'd break his own spine. Morgan's never seen a body arch so hard.

"Der!" Reid sobs as he claws at Morgan's back. Morgan hisses at the burn, as he slicks himself up, looking at Reid.

"I love you Reid." His voice is soft, malleable. Reid nods. "I love you too." He says and Morgan sinks in with one push, steady pressure as Reid howls in pleasure pain at the slick friction of Morgan's cock against his aching hole.

Morgan's balls nestle against Reid's ass, Reid's dick twitches painfully hard as he raises his legs to wrap them against Morgan's ass.

Reid rocks his hips slow and Morgan joins him… a gentle slapping of balls against cheeks as Morgan grips Reid's thighs.

Mocha and frothy cream.

"Mhhn, feel so good." Morgan breathes as he sets a steady rhythm, one hand snaking across Reid's body, just because he could.

Reid reaches to run his hands across Morgan's arms.

He forgets how much he loves Morgan's tattoos, until he catches sight of them again.

Morgan speeds up his thrusts, pulling Reid's leg up until it's settled on his shoulder. Morgan grips Reid's hips as he slams into him, over and over.

"Fuck Morgan! Holy"— Reid's voice is high as Morgan pounds in harder, deeper, faster.

Morgan's dick head nudges Reid's prostate, and he hold himself there for a moment, rubbing up and down. Reid howls at the delicious pressure.

"Morgan!" Reid grunts, desperate as more cum dribbles from his cock, purple and jerking against his belly, almost there.

"Reid…Pretty-boy!" Morgan's voice hitches as he works double time, rolling his hips over and over, nailing Reid's spot on each down stroke. Reid pushes back with equal force.

Morgan's balls slap against Reid's ass, red, sore and tight, straining to hold back the want, the need to cum.

Reid hollers Morgan's name, torso tensing and relaxing, their moans and grunts mix with the squeaking springs and the steady beat of the headboard slapping against the wall.

"Shit…I can't. I can't…" Reid cries as ropes of spunk fly, purpled cock splashing sperm everywhere.

Morgan places his fists on the side of Reid's head, gripping the sheets as his veins stand out in high relief. He doesn't want to hurt Reid as his hips cant hard as they can.

Reid's muscle clamps around Morgan's dick, squeezing and contracting until it forces Morgan to let go. Morgan pounds like a wild animal, grunting and screaming as his load shoots.

He is a praying mantis, fucking and screwing his hips even after his head as gone white and the noise of waves breaking against the shore fills his ears. Reid clings to Morgan as his hips stutter, puttering to a stop.

Morgan lets Reid's legs fall to the bed as his arms give out, and he collapse on top Reid.

Reid lets out a soft grunt as their chest stick together, a mess of slick sweat and cum.

Morgan rolls off of Reid, before his weight became too much for the genius. Reid presses himself into Morgan's side. Their chests rise and fall, trying to catch their breathes as Morgan plays with the sticky mess on Reid's stomach.

"That's gross." Reid says weakly as Morgan's fingers tickle his skin.

"That was awesome." Morgan sighs, licking the mess off his hand.

Reid snorts as he lay his head on Morgan's chest.

"You know, we probably should take a shower now…while we can"—

"Do we have to? I can't move. 'm barely thinking." Morgan says as he closes his eyes.

Reid sighs, shifting until he's out of bed.

Morgan opens his eyes. "Where you goin?" he asks.

Reid days nothing, the water runs in the bathroom.

Fact: Reid does not like the mess sex makes.

He reappears, cleaned up a bit, a warm washcloth in hand.

He smiles as he runs it over Morgan's face, stomach…groin. Morgan's cock makes a feeble attempt to rise again.

"Maybe later." Reid whispers as he kisses the hollow of Morgan's hip.

"It as a mind of its own." Morgan chuckles as he pulls Reid up, to settle next to him.

He kisses Reid sweetly on the lips.

"Garcia would be proud." Reid snorts as Morgan nuzzles Reid's neck.

"Did you read about the threesome? Me, you and her?" Morgan looks at Reid.

"Yeah…or the team orgy?" Reid asks.

"Rossi? Hotch? Uh…" Morgan shutters.

"Wonder if Prentiss and J.J. know that she has an archive just for them?" Reid laughs.

"Well, with Kevin gone…She needs a playmate, and not the computer." Morgan laughs as Reid shakes his head.

Morgan kisses the top of Reid's head as he covers them with the comforter, drifting off to sleep.

Fact: Morgan and Reid will forever fuck like smut bunnies.

A/N: So…here's the smut I promised.

Now where's my treat?