Thirteen

Falling from Spencer's lips effortlessly, the words passed through Morgan's ears like a symphony. Spencer's affirmation washed over him and the sound of it spilling over his perfectly pouty lips flowed through his veins and flooded his body. He pushed his lips back onto Spencer's, holding his waist and pulling him against his body. Holding him tightly, Morgan hoped Spencer would feel safe in his arms. Morgan hoped Spencer would feel secure and comfortable. Hoping to be the protector he swore he would be, Morgan wanted to take care of Spencer in the field as well as out of it. He wanted to make sure that Spencer never worried, that nothing ever troubled him, and that he remained as happy and content as he was with Morgan in his bedroom. While he never would have imagined feeling something so intense for Spencer, Morgan was more than willing to explore it and welcome any growth of their already evolving friendship with open arms.

Spencer held Morgan's neck with one hand as the fingers of his other trailed down Morgan's back. When he felt Morgan pull him in closer, Spencer moaned slightly in his throat as he firmed his grasp on the older man. Earlier today, Spencer discovered that he felt something for Morgan. Moments later he was able to give his newfound feeling definition. Hours later he was alone with Morgan. A few moments later, Spencer was experiencing physical love with him. He went through want, desire, and lust. He was afraid, worried, and nervous. Now, he was kissing Morgan, at ease with their physical connection, and overjoyed at the prospects that laid ahead of him.

Even though he had an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187, Spencer learned a lot in the last 24 hours. He learned that there was an entire aspect of life that he knew nothing about. He was learning that everything isn't an experiment, that he can't learn everything through research and reading. He was learning that some of the best things in life reject reason and that sometimes the odds are set against those best things. Spencer was learning that he can't always listen to his mind; He was learning that he should listen to his body when it talks to him through erratic breaths and heart beats. Spencer learned to trust his instincts, and they were telling him to have faith in Morgan.

Speaking softly as he tucked Spencer's hair behind his ear, Morgan broke their kiss, flashed his tradmark smile, and said, "Let's get to bed, Pretty Boy."