A/N Ok, so I have to admit, I was not planning to continue this story, at all! I thought it was a one-shot, and that I was done, but apparently, I was wrong. I actually was reading another fanfic earlier, and was so upset how it ended, that it prompted me to continue this story. I may add one final chapter, but I'm not positive. The M chapters scare me. I've only written one, and it wasn't easy. if you all are interested in this continuing, please let me know, and I'll give it a shot.

Thanks for reading!

Dancin' Shoes - Chapter 2

The ride to Morgan's was silent, but the air was filled with an intense electricity. Both men felt a burning, an anticipation of what was to come. Neither reached out to touch, because they knew one touch would ignite the fuse, and the explosion would be intense. And the car was not the place for such an explosion. So they waited.

Morgan was out first, and headed for the door quickly. Reid seemed to understand, following close, but not too close, behind. He stood back a few paces and waited. Morgan opened the door and walked in, leaving it open for Reid.

As soon as Reid crossed the threshold, the older agent had him trapped and was using Reid's body to close the door. Before it was shut all the way, Morgan had molded himself to his best friend, his hands in his hair, his mouth on his. The kiss was needy and demanding. The buildup from the car had the two agents on edge, and the moment their bodies touched, they both knew something life altering was occurring.

Morgan took one hand out of the brunets hair to locked the door, but instead of returning it to his hair, he slid it around and cupped his ass with it, bringing their groins together. They both moaned, and Morgan was a little surprised when Reid's hands left their spot from around his neck, but understood a moment later, when he felt long fingers make their way under his shirt, grabbing it and pulling it up.

They reluctantly unsealed their mouths while Reid got the offending garment off. Instead of returning to the kiss, though, he found the young genius staring at his shoulders and collarbone, his eyes burning with desire, and something else. He realized then, that he was seeing the marks had left on the darker man's body earlier. He was looking at him with such intensity, Morgan knew in that moment that this beautiful man in front of him was IT.

He had no idea when he left his house tonight to meet the team, his whole world would be turned upside-down. Sure, he and Reid had been close, exceptionally close, but he had no idea the depths of his feeling for the young man until just then. Sure, he'd felt jealously earlier, which surprised him, and he'd definitely felt arousal on the dance floor. But here, in this moment, with Reid looking at him with such intensity, he realized he felt love. And not some passing love, nu-uh, this was the real, forever kind of love.

Reid felt the shift in Morgan, and pulled back, looking at him with a questioning gaze. Their bodies remained fused together, as one, and both men were breathing heavily. Immediately, Morgan felt the younger man begin to doubt what was happening. To prevent that, Morgan took his hand from Reid's hair and brought it forward to gently cup his cheek, making sure they kept eye contact. It was important for Reid to see that he was being honest. He just hoped he didn't scare his Pretty Boy off.

The young genius was afraid to speak, but continued to look at his best friend with questioning eyes. He relaxed a little when he saw the corners of Morgan's mouth draw up in a small smile.

"Re-Spencer," his voice shook with desire. "You are so beautiful." He saw the immediate confusion on his friends face, but before allowing any questions, Morgan leaned in and gently kissed Reid's forehead, then each eye brow, then each cheek, then he placed a sweet, loving kiss to the pink, plump lips. The kiss was different than the previous ones the two had shared. Morgan brushed his tongue along the Spencer's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Once it was granted, he slowly explored the inside of the genius's mouth, stroking, sucking, gliding.

Reid felt the difference in the kiss, and reveled in it. Sure the passion filled kisses were incredible, but these gentle kisses were so much more. It was almost as if Derek was trying to become a part of him. And that feeling made him more turned on than all the grinding and making out they had done on the dance floor. This was real, and all consuming, and he loved it.

By the time he pulled back, Morgan's body was on fire. He felt Reid open himself up during that kiss, and he wanted to make sure his beautiful best friend understood.

"Pretty Boy, before this goes any further, I need you to understand something." He looked into the younger mans eyes and held his gaze. "I-I want you, so bad." He paused, trying to get his breathing under control. "And I'm not just talking about sex. I want you. All of you. I, uh, I've never felt this way before. Up until ten minutes ago, I didn't even realize I did, but, God, I do. Am I making any sense?"

Reid cracked a small smile, and said, "I'm not sure. I know what I hope you are saying, but..."

Morgan smiled then, a big grin that lit up his face. "You, you feel it too?"

"Yeah." He breathed.

Morgan was so relieved , he slid his arms around Reid, pulling him closer still and into a bone crushing hug. He nuzzled his nose behind Reid's hair and his ear, and felt, rather than hear, the moan that escaped when his lips touched that same spot. He allowed himself another nuzzle, then pulled back again.

He didn't want any confusion, so he looked his genius in the eye and said, "I love you, Pretty Boy. I need you to understand that. I am all in."

"I-I love you to, Derek. So much."

"Say it again." He begged.

"I love you."

"Say my name."

"Derek. I love you, Derek."

Morgan shuddered at the way Reid said his name. It sounded so breathy, so sexy. And hearing him say I love you too, that was just the icing on the cake. He leaned in and captured his boys plump, gorgeous lips in a breathtaking kiss. He'd meant for it to be chaste, but it quickly turned heated when he felt Spencer's tongue tangle with his for dominance.

He reluctantly pulled back and chucked at the pouty look on the younger agents face. He slid his hand down, intertwining their fingers together, and gave his arm a little tug.

"Come on, Pretty Boy. Lets move this into the bedroom."