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Title: Texting

Author: Ihli

Rating/Warnings: M/Language, Slash

Pairing: Morgan/Reid

Summary: Morgan should have known better than to ask his lover to text him.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of the characters I just like to play with them sometimes. I promise to put them back where I found them.

I am shocked to find myself writing a Morgan/Reid. I hope you enjoy.

Thanks to The Shameless Bookworm for Beta'ing this! All mistakes are mine.

Derek Morgan's leg tingled as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He put down the book he was reading and pulled the phone out, looking at the screen. His eyebrows shot up as he read the text message.

Spencer: "Penis."

Morgan shook his head, chuckling. His lover was often socially inept and tended to get very technical in his language.

Derek: "Excuse me?"

The phone buzzed just moments later.

Spencer: "Penis. You said we should try sexting."

Morgan wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. Spencer was so clueless.

Derek: "Penis isn't very sexy. It's kinda clinical."

Almost instantly the response arrived.

Spencer: "So?"

He did not just say that.

Derek: "It's just an object. You need an action in sexting."

Derek waited to see what the young genius would do with that.

Spencer: "Oh. My hand is rubbing your penis."

Well, that's a bit better, but really.

Derek: "Oh, baby boy. This is sexting, not a medical exam."

Morgan tensed. What would he "hear" next?

Spencer: "What kind of medical exams do you have?"

Morgan stifled a laugh.

Derek: "Not the point. Try: I'm reaching out and stroking your rock hard cock."

Spencer: "That's what I said."

Morgan slapped his forehead with his hand. Spencer Reid had read more books than ten people combined. Could he really not understand?

Derek: "No you didn't. It's not the same thing at all."

Spencer: "Yes it is. They both describe the picture in my head."

Morgan considered that. Reid was a genius. It probably took very little to spark his imagination. He didn't need all of the descriptive detail to create a vivid image. Still…

Morgan: "Really?"

Spencer: "Yes."

He may not need the detail, but I do. Or at least, I like the detail.

Derek: "What else is in this picture?"

Spencer: "You, reaching orgasm, ejaculating your semen."

And there it was again - back to the medical descriptions. This wasn't a seminar on Human Sexuality.

Derek: "Are you kidding me? Who talks like that?"

Spencer: "We're not talking, we're sexting."

Morgan was starting to regret suggesting this.

Derek: "We may be texting but…"

Spencer: "Look, obviously this isn't working. Can you come over and we can drop the t?"

Huh? Is that some new abbreviation?

Derek: "Drop the t?"

Spencer: "From sext."

Morgan's grin was almost feral as he stood and walked down the hallway of Reid's apartment.

Derek: "Oh. Glad you asked."

Morgan opened the door to Reid's room to find a very naked, very hard Dr. Spencer Reid, lightly fondling his cock and balls. He loved the look of pleased shock on his lover's face. If Reid hadn't wanted Morgan to surprise him in his apartment, he shouldn't have given him a key.

Derek quickly stripped and climbed into bed. "Now that's what I'm talking about."

A/N I hope you enjoyed. Reviews would be lovely.