Title: First Date
Author: wildwordwomyn
Word Count: 2,613
Fandom: Criminal Minds slash
Pairing: Morgan/Reid, Garcia
Rating: NC-17 for adult content
Author's Notes: Took me forever to write this. Hopefully it doesn't come across that way? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimers/Warnings: No spoilers. Some talk of Morgan's molestation and Star Trek and Star Wars. I don't own or rent any of the people/places/things involved. I just write slash for fun. Read at your own risk.
Summary: Morgan, Reid and a bad date. Things can only get better right?
Going on a date with a genius is like going on a date with an alien. Geniuses are a whole other species. Half the time Derek Morgan has a hard time understanding what exactly Spender Reid is trying to say in normal situations. Right now? He's at a total loss. And that's pretty sad when you consider that it takes a special brand of intelligence to be a behavioral profiler with the FBI. He knows people like most others never will. Yet the doctor is on a level all his own. Take tonight. Morgan invited him on their first date. They're at his apartment and his neighbor is babysitting his dog, who, oddly enough, is probably the only thing, besides himself, that is afraid of Reid. Amber Dos Equis lager is flowing freely while they nibble on dinner. Not that it isn't good. Reid has told him the Mexican pizza he cooked is great time and time again. But neither knows what else to say. This is not a good sign.
Reid keeps looking up at him over the dining room table as if he wants to say something but doesn't know how. Finally he takes a deep breath. "I never imagined this would be so awkward." And that is the understatement of the year.
"Me neither." Morgan's gaze switches between his and his own plate. The slice of pizza sitting there has started to congeal into a cheddary, oniony, beefy, peppery mess. He raises his head determinedly. "Let's go sit in the living room. Have a civilized conversation about 'Star Trek' or 'Star Wars' or whatever else you'd like to talk about." He smiles softly, blushing, hoping Reid can't see how uncomfortable he is.
"Or football. I know a little about football," Reid pipes up helpfully. "I mean, you know, if you want."
Morgan smiles. Reid is throwing him a lifeline and it's much appreciated. In his dreams he'd always pictured them talking easily. And when they weren't talking they were making out like horny kids. How to bridge the gap between consciousness and dreams eludes him. But football? Football he can talk about with passion and confidence and maybe, just maybe he'll be able to make Reid laugh. Or make him kiss him. Either would be good at this point.
Twenty minutes pass to find them stealing glances at their watches. Reid exhausted his knowledge of football a few minutes ago and since then it has been awkward silence. You know the kind in conversations where both parties involved become highly uncomfortable? Well, apparently they've gone past even that point.
Finally, after too long, Morgan blurts, "How 'bout we just call it a night, Reid? Try again some other time or something?" It's the only thing that comes to mind, the only way to possibly save whatever is still precious between them.
Reid looks over at him from his folded over position on the recliner. "What if we have the same problem then? Statistics show that-."
"Forget statistics," he interrupts. "You and me? We're not statistics. We're Morgan and Reid, and we'll figure it out." He doesn't add 'hopefully', though it's on the tip of his tongue.
"I'm sorry...I wish...I..." Reid trails off pitifully.
Morgan stands to show him out. His hand is tense on the doorknob, shaking slightly, but he's not sure why. Reid would know. He always knows. But the last thing he wants to do is draw attention to how miserably confused he feels. It should've been perfect. They should've known exactly what to say to each other. They've been co-workers and friends for long enough, haven't they? Morgan smirks inwardly to himself, hoping Reid hasn't noticed. Of course, the younger agent is lost in his own world, passing a little too close to Morgan inside the doorway.
It's sudden and electric. The hair on the back of Morgan's neck stands up as Reid's body comes into contact with his. The touch is minimal but his breath still hitches involuntarily and he closes his eyes. Now that the night has gone so spectacularly wrong Morgan is not in the mood for sex, especially with Reid, yet his heart has already started beating faster and he can't bring himself to open the door.
"Reid..." He murmurs his name only, afraid to look the man in the eyes, afraid to say anything else.
"I'm sorry," Reid repeats. Morgan isn't thinking about the date anymore so it's unnecessary. What does come to mind is how Reid smells clean like Ivory soap. He wonders what Reid would smell like when he's sweating and aroused. When he's hungry.
"Nothing to be sorry for," he says hoarsely before clearing his throat and opening his eyes again. "Nothing at all, Kid."
Next thing he knows his hand has finally let go of the door, only to inch its way slowly up Reid's chest. Reid is trembling, like him, and quiet enough to have him questioning whether or not he should be doing it. Now that he's begun, though, his hand has a mind of its own. It flutters past his collar bone to wrap itself around his neck, pulling him close, pulling him in. As if it is aware of Morgan's desire and is only trying to be helpful. When he looks up Reid is wearing a shocked expression.
"God, I'm sorry," he growls, stepping back and turning away. He's just molested his colleague. With no real consent.
Reid blinks hard, then grabs hold of Morgan's bicep to turn him back around to face him. "Derek, wait, I...I handled that badly...I just got...I don't know what I'm doing here. What am I supposed to do here?"
Morgan tries to figure out what Reid's asking. Is he saying he wants to leave, stay, take it slow, go faster? Then it hits him. "Whatever you want. Anything you want. I'm here no matter what you decide." He smiles tenderly, automatically, as Reid slowly lets go of his arm. Morgan has done what's right. He feels good about that. He's given Reid the choice, which is more than he had as a boy.
"...What if...What if what I want is more? I want more than this weirdness. I want it to be alright between us. We shouldn't have to try so hard."
Morgan swallows hard. "Tell me about it."
Then Reid does the unthinkable. He steps closer and kisses him softly, swiftly. It lasts less than 30 seconds but it's warm and familiar and Reid. Kissing him with a spicy, damp mouth. He must've licked his lips before the kiss, making Morgan wish he'd seen the slide of wet tongue between them. When Reid's tongue slips out and into his own mouth he shudders. No more trying now. Morgan is pure feeling, and he is overwhelmed. Not enough to stop, of course. It took them too long to get to this place. There's no way he's putting a halt to it, especially when Reid groans in the back of his throat as his tongue slips silkily in and out of his mouth. Instantly he wonders what technique the man would use for a blow job...
Reid, after minutes that feel like hours, pulls away slightly to catch his breath. "I...Um...I take back what I said earlier..." He looks dazed and Morgan can't help feeling proud.
"What'd you say earlier?" he teases, his eyes scrunching up as he grins at Reid. His fingers find Reid's chest again and begin to wander downward, causing the other agent to breathe in sharply.
"...What?..." Reid's distracted by the feeling of Morgan's hand now. Just where Morgan wants him.
"Shut up and kiss me again, Kid." He pulls him back in by the waist of his pants and sets a faster pace than before.
Within minutes both agents are panting and flushed with passion. Morgan begins herding him back to the living room sofa where he lands slowly on top of the fallen, sprawled out younger man. Reid's hips hitch, then push up into his own urgently. Morgan has a fleeting thought of taking it easy with Reid, of making it special, making it last. He realizes as he feels an increasingly aroused crotch rub against his that he's thinking of Reid like he would some woman he was seeing. If the size of Reid's...He whimpers when Reid reaches down to grab at his ass. This reminds him that Reid is most definitely not a woman. Because now their dicks are greeting each other enthusiastically through their pants and Reid, when fully hard like he is now, might be just as big as he is and that thought alone makes him whimper again.
"...Wait, I..." Morgan kisses him again. "Derek...Uh...Wait, no, stop for a second..." He shakes his head, dropping it into the crook of Reid's slender neck. The skin just below his left earlobe has been calling his name for months and he'll be damned if Reid distracts him from tasting it. "...Please..." Reid arches up into him with a cry of pleasure.
"Pretty Boy, if I don't get you naked right now I might talk us both out of this and that's the last thing I want." It's mumbled into Reid's neck but Morgan knows he understands.
Reid's hands get bolder, squeezing tighter and tighter on Morgan's ass. He thinks maybe he should take control, end the whole 'no touching Morgan's ass' thing. But it feels so good he honestly doesn't want him to stop. In fact, if Reid keeps going he's not sure he'll be able to say no. And he should. Really. Reid starts unbuttoning his pants before pushing aside his black cotton boxer briefs. He ignores the excited erection and palms Morgan's ass, this time with nothing between but skin. Morgan whimpers once more. Then, suddenly, he begs for more. More what, he can't say. Reid somehow reads his mind and runs a curious finger down the crack of his ass.
The thing that's getting to Morgan the most is how much he wants Reid to touch deeper, to reach inside and make him good again. He's well aware that it's unfair to assume the young man even can. But it's how he feels. And if anyone can do it, Reid can. Reid could bury himself inside Morgan if he asked nicely enough. Not that Morgan's ever told anyone that. Carl Buford taught him how to take the pain of penetration. Reid, though, could teach him how to take the pleasure. He hisses when the finger breaches his hole. He's not relaxed enough, not lost enough, to handle it. He must make some noise of warning because Reid immediately pulls back out and apologizes.
"Shush," he whispers anxiously. "Just...Gimme a second."
"We should stop," Reid says in response. "Derek?...I want to stop."
The words get the desired effect. Morgan quickly rolls off him and pulls up his boxer briefs and pants. It's obvious to both of them that the swiftness covers an embarrassed disappointment and shame. Barely.
"I ruined it, didn't I?" Reid blinks, his eyes large and vulnerable.
"Didn't ruin anything..." Morgan won't look at him though. Can't. All he can think about is how much the night keeps getting better only to get worse. His emotions are on the craziest roller coaster ride and no matter what he does they seem unable to get off it.
"I'm sorry, Derek. I thought with time...Maybe this is too soon?" Reid's pleading, his gaze liquid, gentle, confused. He's not sure what to ask for, what to say to make it better again. Morgan isn't any surer, though.
"Yeah, maybe..." He stands in the middle of his living room, wanting to move closer to Reid and reassure him. Not able to let go of his pride and ask for a hug or encouraging word. He does nothing but stand alone.
"...I..." Reid reaches out, hesitant. "Derek?" Reid searches his face, looking for an opening that closed up with one word spoken before he was ready. Morgan suddenly feels tired. Too tired to try anymore.
"I'll see you tomorrow at the office, Reid." This time he doesn't walk Reid to the door. He stays exactly where he is, aware with every second that passes that he may be blowing his chance with the younger man. He just can't help it.
Reid keeps watching him. Finally, when he realizes it's useless, he puts an unsteady hand on the doorknob. "Yes, you will."
It's said firmly. Without doubt. As if Reid knows what he's doing and has decided not to let him get away with it. As if Reid plans to ask him out for a second date, whatever disaster the first date turned out to be. Reid slips through the door out into the night. Morgan watches him get into his car, his protective nature coming out to hope he makes it home alright. He shakes his head at his own stupidity. He knows it isn't too soon at all. And next time, if there is a next time, he'll prove it.
From: trekkiefan
To: chocolovin
Subject: I Won't Take No For An Answer
My apartment. Tonight. Be prepared to play Blackjack.
The email comes from Reid's personal account to his work computer at noon the next afternoon. When Morgan opens it up he smiles involuntarily. 'The Kid won't give up easily,' he thinks. He's secretly glad to have someone so determined chasing him. When he stops running he'll be able to say he tried. He looks away from his monitor, wondering if he should go ask Garcia's advice. She was the one who talked him into asking Reid out in the first place. He nixes the idea as soon as it pops into his head. He's yet to tell her how bad the date was, has been avoiding her instant messages and text summons since 9am and is not looking forward to the ambush sure to be waiting for him by 6.
From: chocolovin
To: trekkiefan
Subject: Re: Re: I Won't Take No For An Answer
What do I get if I win?
The thought is a reflex. An inappropriate one. Not just because they're at work or because Garcia might hack into his account and see it. He holds the 'delete' key down to erase the question. Flirting isn't going to work here. What he needs is something apologetic and romantic. He's an FBI agent with no real relationship history. Apologetic and romantic? No problem.
From: chocolovin
To: trekkiefan
Subject: Re: Re: I Won't Take No For An Answer
To make up for last night's craziness how bout I bring a nice, dry red? And a couple jazz CDs? I'll even wear cologne to let you know how sorry I am?
He hits 'send' before he can change his mind and watches his outbox fill up. Now it's up to Reid.
The response is immediate.
From: trekkiefan
To: chocolovin
Subject: Re: Re: I Won't Take No For An Answer
Stop letting Garcia pick your screen names. Skip the wine. I'll buy some Dos Equis. And chapstick. You'll need it for every time you lose…See you at 7.
Morgan sits back in his chair, surprised by Reid announcing his intentions so boldly. Chapstick…Huh…The smile forms slowly. He realizes what it means at the same time that he spots Garcia heading purposefully his way. Reid still wants him. In spite of his issues and the soon to be infamous first date from Hell. Spencer Reid, a certified genius, still wants a used up, worn out freak like him…
By the time Garcia reaches his desk the smile has become a happy grin. "Hey, Baby Girl, I was just comin' to see you."