Disclosure: Nope, they aren't mine and Lord knows I make no profit off them -- except for the psychic satisfaction and amusement of pushing them into new and uncomfortable places.

The Structure of His Spontaneity. Part 3

He was already mentally prepared to lie down on the pad of fleece when Reid touched his shoulder. "Hold on," he said. "Let's start out standing up. We'll take it gradually. Are you ready?"

It just can't be all that goddamn tough, Morgan reasoned. Fifteen minutes. That's doable, isn't it?

"I'm ready." And he thought he probably was.

Reid closed the door to his bathroom and nudged Morgan so he stood in front of it. "Close your eyes and relax," he whispered. "You're mine now. You can't move, you can't talk, you can't look, and you can't touch me. Now nod or shake your head: Are you afraid?"

Morgan considered several reasons for answering either yes or no. Finally, he settled on No. Then he thought better of it, shook his head vigorously, and nodded Yes.

"Was that little thing with your head supposed to be an eraser?" Reid asked.

Derek nodded.

A light chuckle. "Cute."

He felt a shift in the heat pattern around him. Reid was leaning on the door jamb to his right, leaning in toward him. Morgan could still smell a little beer on his breath along with whatever citrus-y stuff he had used on his hair.

(Note to self: Ask Reid what that crap in his hair is so I can avoid it. Smells like something you'd wash dishes in.)

"I'm going to touch you now," he said. "Nod to let me know it's all right."

He nodded and almost immediately felt a light touch from long, slender fingers. They danced along his cheeks, his forehead, his ears, and his face. Once Morgan recovered from his knee-jerk momentary freakout that it was a guy – and Reid, in particular -- petting his face, he found the ever-shifting patterns soothing.

That was the big question: Could he do anything even suggestive of sex with a male without thinking of Carl Buford?

"I would like to pinch you, just a little bit," Reid whispered. Nod or shake your head."

Hell, if Hotch can do this, anyone can.

He nodded.

OK, punk, this is where it all begins. Bring it, Brain-Boy.

Slender fingers caressed his eyebrows and traced around his eye socket. The fourth time around, Reid took a bit of the skin at the outer edge of Morgan's left eyebrow and gave it a delicate pinch. Morgan stood motionless, analyzing the sensation. Neither pleasant nor unpleasant, he decided.

The fingers continued their exploration, down his cheek, across his lips, back up the other side. This time the pinch came at the inside of the right eyebrow.

Yes. That'll work.

"Please," he said quietly.

Reid seemed surprised. "You liked that?"

He nodded.

Get used to it, Brainiac.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Reid made the rounds of his face again, this time pinching the inside of the left eyebrow. Morgan sighed as though in satisfaction. It was, in fact, all right. The pinches were small and the caressing could grow on a guy. No doubt, there was skill behind Spencer Reid's skinny fingers; he knew where all the nerve endings were.

By the time Reid graduated to scraping his nails delicately down Morgan's neck and under his shirt, Derek had said "Please" four times. When he started exploring Morgan's shoulders and neck, he reached the tipping point – he began in reality to enjoy the stimulation, and his voice when he said "Please" reflected that.

"Is this a good time to shift over to the fleece?" Reid asked softly.

Morgan nodded.

Nope, this is nothing like Buford.

He didn't even open his eyes for the change of positions. He let Reid guide him down to the floor. When he was comfortable face-down, his head on his arms, he sensed Reid kneeling beside him.

"Relax," Reid said, his voice lower than before. "Same rules: You can't move, you can't talk, you can't touch me, you can't open your eyes." His hands moved again to that hot spot between Morgan's neck and shoulder. Now, with an improved angle, he could massage it harder.

Morgan groaned "Oh, yeah, please," and Reid was so absorbed in what he was doing that he didn't even notice the extra words. Or maybe he just didn't care by this point. The harder he drove his thumbs in, the looser the knot got. When those long, slender fingers wandered off the reservation and massaged his upper arms, Morgan positively purred. The occasional pinch just added spice to the sensation.

"I'm going to touch your feet now," Reid told him. He shifted his weight and his right shin weighed down on the backs of Morgan's legs.

Derek figured that Reid would tickle his feet, but instead he massaged them through the socks, then ran his thumbnail up from the heel to just short of his toes. Morgan yelped. His toes curled up and his foot curled to the side. Several seconds after the stimulation, his foot seemed to tingle clear up to his hip. By the time the tingling faded Reid had reverted to gentle touches again this time on the other foot.

Whew, that felt kind of nasty. He wasn't sure he could encourage Reid with that. He cracked one eye open just a little and peered at his wristwatch. Five minutes a little under that, to go. Reid's thumbnail tracked back up the sole of his left foot. It took a big chunk of control for him to stay still and quiet. The third, fourth, and fifth had him stifling whimpers.

Four minutes to go.

"Roll over please."

Morgan complied. Whatever it is, it has to be easier than the foot thing.

Reid changed positions again. "Now," he said, "I'm going to bite your lip. Nod or shake your head: May I do that?"

Derek nodded.

Reid leaned in close, one hand on each side of Morgan's head. Derek wondered whether he should be pooching his lip out and decided against it.

"Don't move," Spencer breathed, his face a millimeter from Morgan's. Delicately, his teeth nipped at a portion of Morgan's lower lip, tugging just a bit. A tangle of his butterscotch hair fell against Morgan's eyelids. Morgan raised his right hand slowly, poised to bat at Reid if he did anything he didn't like – but so far he liked it just fine.

Maybe it's more to grab him back if he tries to stop.

Holding Morgan's lip firmly between his teeth, Reid ran his tongue along the its surface. When he released the lip he breathed, "You taste pretty good, Morgan." Morgan felt him brush his (lemony-fresh) hair back again with a sound of annoyance. "Let's try that again. Just hold still--" He took even more of Derek's lip between his teeth, drawing it in by sucking on it. Morgan thought he heard him utter a sigh of satisfaction. Morgan was glad he wasn't the only one being turned on by this.

"Fleas," groaned Morgan, unable to form a P with one of his lips otherwise engaged.

"Any harder and I may leave marks," Reid warned through his teeth.

Morgan managed an Eh kind of sound and shrugged his shoulders. "Fleas," he repeated.

Instead of being nipped harder, his lip was freed. For a moment he wondered whether he had pushed Brain-Boy too hard. Then he felt Reid stretching out beside him, his whole upper body hovering over Morgan's, and his hair hanging down in Morgan's face.

This time, Reid's teeth sank into his lip substantially. As his tongue explored Morgan's lip, Derek -- way past the point of game-playing -- seized Reid's shirtfront to keep him close. As Reid's tongue examined his lip, he stuck out his own tongue and tasted Reid's upper lip.

Are you as hot as I am, Brain-Boy?

Without letting go of Morgan's lip, Reid raised his left arm. He yanked his shirt out of Morgan's right hand, and laced those fingers with his own, pinning Morgan's forearm to the fleece. When he leaned over and transferred his weight there, Derek didn't even try to fight him for the left side. He just let it happen.

When both of Morgan's forearms were firmly pinned, Reid said, "Look at me!" against his mouth. "Open your eyes and look at me."

His face was so close that it was hard for Morgan to focus his eyes on it. His hair fell on either side of their faces like curtains – no, more like blinders. There was nothing else to see except what was directly in front of him. Nothing to feel but Reid's swollen crotch grinding against his own, and the boy had moves to rival any Moroccan belly-dancer.

However, so did Morgan. Before long, little beads of sweat stood out on Reid's face. Morgan saw his brow furrow as he fought for control, heard his soft gasps as he got closer, biting his own lips now. Morgan ground himself against the slight body above him, his rhythm matching Reid's perfectly. Spencer's eyelids fluttered and his eyes rolled back in his head – Yeah.

Grateful at last to let go, Morgan gripped Reid's fingers fiercely as his orgasm surged through his body.

Take that, Brain-Boy.

When he caught his breath and could open his eyes, Reid still hovered over him with a weird little smile on his face.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" Morgan asked with a grin.

Reid blinked. "Was what?" Gave a little start. "Oh you mean--" Again Reid's eyelids fluttered. Again his eyes rolled back. "Like that?"

"You sneaky little son of a bitch," Morgan growled. "Fucking faked me out. I came in my pants, you miserable asshole." He tried to look ferocious, but the laughter kept trying to tumble out. "Haven't done that since junior high."

Reid's face was bland. "Sorry, man. That was your punishment for grabbing my shirt."

"Jeez, you faked a goddamn orgasm. You're such a dog--"

"Coming from you, that's quite a recommendation." Reid smiled. "Feeling relaxed?"

"Well--"

"Yeah, right, here comes the big story from the big man--"

"Yes. I'm relaxed and it was kind of a rusdh. Gonna have to think about it for a time."

"That's OK."

Morgan sat up. "Only one thing I really want to know from you. What is that god-awful shampoo you're using?"

Reid thought a few seconds. "Oh, I ran out this morning so I grabbed the Ajax dish liquid. Had approximately the same ingredients."

"And a fresh lemony smell, " Morgan added.

"Yeah, I've been walking around all day with a deep-seated need to scrub pots and pans."

Morgan laid a heavy hand on Reid's shoulder. "Kid, I don't know whether I could ever go for this again, but I sure would enjoy exploring other avenues with you some time if you have the inclination."

Reid studied him seriously. "Yeah, that might be doable."