I suppose this can be set quite a bit of time after the first chapter. Hope you readers enjoy this because I know I have!

Insecure Ch.2

"Are you reading one of my books?" came Reid's sleepy question, voice ruff, his hands coming up to rub at his tired eyes.

It was early, Derek crashed at Spencer's for the night, and he happened to get up before the genius this morning, making himself comfortable on the kick ass couch in the living room while the other caught up on some Z's.

"Um. No?"

"Derek, your holding it open right there in your hands, I can see it."

"Right." He closes it and sets it down on the table in front of the couch right next to his coffee, hoping the subject just blows over right along with the solid thump of the hardback against the wood.

"Why were you reading one of my books? You never touch them, always saying something about dieing from the abundance of boring information that could leak into your body." Reid had his eyebrows scrunched and his lips pursed as he stared concernedly and confusedly at Derek.

"Uh, I just got bored, and figured why not fight fire with fire? Hey, you want some coffee? Let me get that for you?" A pleasant smile covered his face before he sprang off the couch and went to get the sleep rumpled man his coffee. Now when he says rumpled he means crazy adorable with wild hair, shirt collar falling farther to one side than the other, and baggy pants that are to long for him making the bottom of the pant legs excessively stack on top of his feet in folds.

On his way to the kitchen he adjusted his own sleep pants as the waistband had somehow twisted around. He would have adjust his shirt but he is not wearing one because really? What the hell is a shirt? That was a foreign term for him when pajamas were involved. Reid was right behind him judging from the sound of his tired steps, not quite picking his feet up all way and sliding them across the floor. He pulled a mug from the cabinet by the sink and poured it full of coffee, making sure to add too much sugar, in his opinion anyway, before handing it over.

The crinkling of Reid's brow smoothed out once he got the first taste of the dark liquid. Morgan swears it's like life to him.

"Thanks," is mumbled out around the rim of the mug and he chuckles at the coffee addict.

"No problem." He presses a kiss to the side of the bed mussed head before pulling some stray locks out of the still drinking man's face. "How's a cheese omelet sound?"

Finally tearing his mug away form his lips, Reid spoke. "Actually, it sounds really good. Hey, can you cut up those microwavable, round sausage patties and put that in there?"

"Those things taste awful, I don't get why you like them." He saw Reid shrug once and then return to sipping his coffee, leaving Morgan to get eggs, cheese, and the sausage out. There was time to get the pan heated, sausage in the microwave, and start pouring the egg in before Reid's mind fully kicked in.

"So why were you really reading my book?"

Well damn.

"Why do you think I was reading one of your geek books?" After looking over his shoulder, he noticed the crinkle in the other's brow was back.

"Why would I ask you why were you reading it if I already had the answer?" The poor kid looked so confused. "Did I hit you over the head or something while I was sleeping?" Amusement tinged his words.

"Not that I remember, and I think I would have noticed if that happened." The sheets of cheese were out and the sausage was finishing up in the microwave. Also, the subject has not been dropped. That needs to change. Stat.

"The more you avoid the question the more suspicious I become." Reid sounded so matter-of-fact, showing he wasn't going to let up anytime soon.

"There's nothing to be suspicious of, okay?"

"Why won't you tell me? It's just not something you would do." Reid could tell the other was frowning, mug still in his hand but he didn't bother raising it up to drink more, his eyes flicking from the speedy chopping of sausage to the quick placing of cheese and the sausage bits. The omelet was folded and left alone to cook a few moments more. By the time it was being slid on to a plate, he had enough of the silence. "Hey, why ar-"

"Just drop it Reid!" Morgan didn't even look at Reid, couldn't look at him, as he knew there would be a large frown and big, sad eyes. He slid the plate onto the counter behind him, the one Reid was leaning on. The only sound was the mixing up of his own omelet until a slender hand was picking up the plate and setting it on the small table by the kitchen after the shuffling of feet.

"You called me by my last name. I thought we agreed not to do that but at work." Spencer huffed a breath of air out, almost like a bark of laughter but not quite. "And you were the one who suggested it! Another thing you said was for me to tell you about any problem I had, I didn't realize you couldn't do the same with me."

Morgan sighed out a frustrated sigh. Oh God, this person was gonna be the death of him, he just sounds so hurt. But why shouldn't he? He can't even remember the last time they used last names outside of work, it was too formal, just another reminder of what they deal with and they didn't want to bring that into their relationship. It's also messed up that he is shutting Spencer out, something he never wanted to be on the receiving end of.

Leaving the stirred up egg on the counter, he shut the stove off and grabbed a fork. Making his way over to the slumped over form at the table, taking note that the eyes following him were indeed big and sad.

"You forgot this." Reid took the fork from Morgan's out stretched hand and then his eyes dropped to his plate. The chair Morgan pulled out barely made a noise on the linoleum floor. When he sat down he was across the table from his boyfriend, who was looking more like a kicked puppy, and suddenly remembered the first time they sat at this little two-seater table. He had asked why it was so small and Reid told him he was lucky there were even two seats seeing as he never had company and never needed more than one chair.

"Look, I'm sorry Spencer, really really sorry."

"It's fine, I'm fine"

"No, it's not and no, your not. That wasn't fair of me to make this a one way thing."

"Yeah, your such a jerk." Didn't sound very confident, sounded weak. Derek watched as Spencer watched his plate.

"You mean that?"

"Nope..." He looked up then, concern clear. "What's going on Derek?"

"It's-no I don't want to start that way." He loosened up his shoulders and took a deep breath. This was hard for him, okay? Admitting this. "I feel...worried...uncertain. Oh hell, I don't feel like I'm enough."

Reid sat back in his chair, as if recoiling from Derek's admission. "Are you feeling insecure about something?" Derek furrowed his brow, not liking the disbelieving tone and how direct and on point the question was.

"That's why I don't like talking about stuff like this, everyone expects me to be the rock, like I don't ever feel doubt." Spencer was at his side then, eyes boring down on him.

"I thought-it's how you always seem. You've never shown me anything but confident Derek."

"I know baby." He pulled the slender man closer, turning in his chair so he can bury his face against the other's stomach. "I saw this quote the other day..."

"Mhm?" Spencer encouraged him to go on, draping his hands over a muscular back.

"It was by Ernest Hemingway and it said 'happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.'" Placing his chin now on the flat stomach, he looked up at his genius. "Am I going to be able to keep you happy?"

"Derek," Reid stated, mirth filtering through. "It's not like your stupid."

"Oh I know I'm not stupid," duh, he is pretty damn smart, "I'm just not sure if I'm smart enough for you though. I never get the jokes you tell and I can't ever follow when you go off on your insane intellectual rants."

A quirk of pink lips flashed as Derek started rubbing Spencer's back, like he was the one admitting something he felt inadequate at and needed comfort.

"Is that why you were reading one of my books? Your crazy, you know that?"

"I know I'm crazy for you." A flirty smirk was in place and dark eyes were twinkling.

"You know your crazy for me but do you know that I love you?"

"I sure as hell do."

"Well as far as I'm concern, you know all you need to know to make me happy."

"Wow, didn't know you could be so sappy." Oh but how he liked it, the few occasions Reid spoke about them so freely.

Derek's head was playfully pushed away with a laugh, Spencer taking a step back from him to prepare informing Derek on his own sappy nature when he was pulled right back in and guided to sit on the larger man's lap.

"Now how 'bout a kiss?" Morgan tapped a finger tip against his bottom lip and couldn't stop grinning. His genius rolled his eyes before leaning in to press their lips together. Dark hands rose to frame pale cheeks to keep them together, holding them in place as they moved their mouths together, slowly and sweetly, enjoying the closeness of the other. Derek bit down on a pink bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth and his grin still wasn't going away. Even when Spencer wound his slender arms around his neck and enthusiastically kissed him, effectively occupying his lips, there was still a big ass smile pleasantly burning on the inside.

There was a noticeable change in Reid's breathing when he whispered out his question. "Still feeling insecure?"

"God no," Derek managed to say in reply before sliding his hands to the back of Spencer's neck and attacking his lips. Now this is a nice breakfast.

Finally! I got this out! So relieved this is done because now I only have the 3rd part of Fascinated and my Glee story to worry about getting updated! And, as always, tell me what you think! =^.^=