geekystudmuffin | A Simple Plan (2/2) Morgan/Reid, NC-17

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Title: A Simple Plan (2/2)
Authors:

innerslytherin and

severity_softly
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Rating: NC-17
WC: ~15,700
Summary: With Valentine's Day approaching, Morgan makes a surprising discovery about Reid, and then sets out to win his interest...by being an anonymous admirer.
Notes: Self-betaed as usual.

Part One

Morgan told himself he wasn't moping. Sure, he'd been upset when he saw Spencer talking to that intern Squeaky from work, but it made sense. They probably had a lot more in common than Morgan and Spencer did, and Spencer probably thought Squeaky was the one who'd been giving him the gifts.

He'd been hurt and a little pissed off at himself when he got home, and he'd taken Clooney for a long run despite the late hour. It hadn't made him feel any better, but he refused to admit that he'd really been hoping this would work out.

So he wasn't moping when he stayed in bed until almost noon. And he wasn't moping when he moved restlessly around the house and decided to go for a drive that took him nowhere but managed to burn half a tank of gas.

No, he wasn't moping. Not until he got home late that afternoon, popped open a beer, and flopped down on the couch with only Clooney for company.

He'd gone to bed feeling lonely, and woken up feeling lonelier. It was ridiculous. He slept alone almost every night, and he'd not expected to take Spencer to bed with him on the first date, anyway.

His phone didn't ring until late in the afternoon, and when he looked at the caller ID, he almost didn't answer. But he did.

"Hey, Morgan," Spencer greeted.

"Hey, pretty boy, how's it going?" he asked, forcing a smile. "How was your date last night?" He could do this. He could listen to Spencer talk about what a great time he'd had. After all, the most important thing was that Spencer was happy. Morgan had never really expected to settle down, anyway. Really.

Spencer made a funny noise that sounded neither happy or sad. "I got stood up," he said. "Star Wars marathon still sound good?"

"Stood up? What the hell?" Morgan scowled. He'd seen Spencer talking to Squeaky! Yeah, so he had technically stood Spencer up, but from the smiles on both their faces, he'd figured he wasn't needed. "Of course the Star Wars marathon sounds good. What kind of idiot stands you up?"

"You're asking me?" Spencer said. He sounded strangely amused.

Morgan coughed, well aware of the irony, even if Spencer wasn't. "I need to grab a shower. What time should I expect you?"

"Six? Seven? When do you want me?" Spencer asked.

Now, Morgan thought, and possibly all night. He cleared his throat and said, "Whenever you get here, pretty boy. It doesn't take me three hours to take a shower."

"All right," Spencer said. "I'll see you at... five?" Morgan could hear the grin in his voice.

He couldn't help grinning back. "You just want to have time for all three movies," he teased. "Five sounds great. If you don't pick up supper on your way, I can cook something. But feel free to bring something more edible."

"Okay," Spencer said. "I'll see you then."

Morgan was still grinning when Spencer hung up. He wasn't sure why. Spencer wasn't thinking of this in any more than a casual way, and Morgan wasn't sure he'd be able to fess up to leaving the night before. He hoped he would, but his stomach kept jumping at the thought.

He puttered around the house until five, when the door bell rang right on time. When he answered it, Spencer was holding take out of some sort in one hand, and under the other arm, he had a bottle of wine. Morgan's eyebrows shot up.

"Hi," Spencer said, smiling.

When Morgan stepped aside to let Spencer in, Spencer put the food and wine down on the floor and followed him... and then pressed him up against the wall. He was gazing warmly at Morgan, and Morgan's entire body felt hot.

"Why don't you tell me why someone would stand me up," Spencer suggested, then leaned in and brushed his lips to Morgan's.

For once in his life, Morgan couldn't think of a single witty retort. He made a quiet noise into the kiss, his arms sliding automatically around Spencer's lean frame, and kissed him back. When Spencer pulled away, Morgan didn't let go. He just stared at Spencer, grasping after words that wouldn't come.

Spencer watched him for a moment, then said, "Hmm. You're right. I didn't think there was a very good excuse either." He didn't sound upset, though, and he pressed his lips to Morgan's again, this time deepening it and exploring Morgan's mouth.

Morgan's eyes fluttered shut. Oh, God, Spencer had known all along, hadn't he? Morgan moaned faintly and let Spencer control the kiss, though one hand slid up to tangle in his hair. God, this felt better than he'd ever imagined. Not that he'd let himself imagine it often.

Spencer made a whimpery sort of noise. It was quiet, but it shot through Morgan like electricity, then Spencer pulled back, looking well-kissed. God, that was sexy.

"Hi, Spencer. It's good to see you," Spencer prompted, grinning.

"You--you--how--but--" Morgan managed.

"Mmm, try again," Spencer said.

"Hi, Spencer," Morgan said, then shook his head. "How did you... It's good to see you. How did...how long have you known?"

"I wasn't sure until last night," Spencer said. "Why'd you leave?"

"I saw you with Squeaky--"

"His name is Phillip, and you should consider being nicer to him."

Morgan blinked. "Garcia called him that, and I am nice to him. Well, sorta nice. Anyway, he's...I thought..."

"Mmm," Spencer hummed, sounding unimpressed. "Thought what?"

Morgan sighed and realized he was still holding on to Spencer's waist. "I thought you looked happy. I figured you thought Squeaky was your date, and..." He shrugged. "I'm nothing like him."

"I did think he was my date, and I would have been happy with that, but that doesn't say anything about you. I'm capable of being attracted to more than one type of person," Spencer said, and leaned in for another kiss. He pulled away. "I brought Italian, and a wine that the guy at the store told me went well with Wookies."

Morgan laughed, but he didn't look away from Spencer's face. "Spencer..."

Spencer didn't make it easy on him. He cocked his head to one side and studied Morgan.

After a moment, Morgan shook his head. "You said you weren't sure until last night. Does that...you mean you were okay with it being me?"

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't be pressing you into a wall and kissing you, would I?" Spencer asked quietly, then kissed Morgan again.

It finally spurred Morgan into action, and when the kiss broke, he wrapped his arms more tightly around Spencer and walked him backward to press against the wall, kissing him hungrily.

Spencer made a wanting noise and kissed Morgan back with the same hunger. One of his hands slid up to the back of Morgan's neck, while the other slid down and curled into the top of Morgan's pants. "I'm not a fling," Spencer told him between kisses, his voice breathy.

"Of course you're not a fling, pretty boy," Morgan whispered. He kissed a trail along Spencer's jaw, then breathed in his ear, "You're the co-worker I fell for." His courage deserted him as soon as he'd said the words, and he kissed Spencer firmly to keep from hearing his response.

This time Spencer outright moaned against Morgan's mouth, and he slid his hands up the back of Morgan's shirt, his fingers pressing against the small of Morgan's back. "God," he panted when the kiss broke. "All this time?"

Morgan licked his lips, then hitched one shoulder in a shrug. "Pretty much." After a moment he forced himself to lift his gaze to meet Spencer's.

Spencer watching him for a moment, then whispered, "I'm not hungry anymore."

"That bad, huh?" Morgan joked, despite the way his heart suddenly jumped. Spencer didn't smile, and Morgan's own crooked grin faded. "We don't have to rush into anything, pretty boy," he whispered, lifting a hand to brush Spencer's cheek. "I'm kinda enjoying myself just like this."

Spencer lips parted, but then he shut his mouth a moment later, glancing away. When he looked back, he didn't meet Morgan's gaze, but he nodded. "Okay," he said quietly.

Wait, that wasn't the reaction Morgan had been anticipating. He blinked, considered what he'd said and what Spencer knew about him, and wondered if his words had come out wrong. "Hey," he murmured, and kissed Spencer softly. "I'm not saying I don't want to, but..." He touched Spencer's cheek. "I don't want you to think I'm just gonna do what I usually do. Not with you."

"You already told me I wasn't a fling and that you've liked me... well, a long time." Spencer shrugged and looked back up, then shook his head and looked away again, a self-deprecating smile crossing his lips. "But it's fine. I'm sorry. I'm being too forward. I-- Sorry."

Morgan shook his head. "Are you kidding? It's sexy as hell. I just..." This was stupid. They were both adults, and he'd been head over heels for Spencer for years. Spencer knew his own mind, and he knew enough of Morgan's flaws to have walked away before now if this wasn't what he wanted.

With a little laugh, Morgan leaned in and kissed Spencer hard, pressing the length of his body against Spencer's. "Maybe we should stop doubting ourselves," he whispered, and kissed Spencer again.

Spencer made a muffled noise of surprise against Morgan's lips, then the sound melted into want. he slid his hand farther up the back of Morgan's shirt, caressing little shapes against Morgan's skin. "Thank you for my fern," he whispered, and started to push, wanting to get Morgan's t-shirt off.

"Mmm," Morgan said, lifting his arms eagerly to help. "Sorry about Prentiss figuring it out," he said, and started working at Spencer's shirt. God, this didn't seem real. He'd wanted it for so long that he felt like he ought to be waking up any second. "Spencer," he whispered, and kissed him again. He loved the way Spencer's body was lean and hard against his own, angles and planes instead of softness and curves. Women were great, but Spencer was miles better.

"You outed me to the team," Spencer whispered. His hands trailed over Morgan's skin until they were tracing lines of muscle along Morgan's stomach. "I don't really care," Spencer added, leaning in to lick at Morgan's neck.

"Outed myself, too," Morgan gasped, his eyes falling closed. "As someone ridiculously smitten with you in a very unrequited sort of way, too." He let out a quiet noise as Spencer nipped at his jaw. "Penelope has been laughing at me for a week. God, I want your shirt off. Help me out here."

Spencer snorted and leaned back to work on his tie. Once the knot was loose enough, Morgan pulled open the first few button. When Spencer tossed his tie to the floor, Morgan tugged Spencer's shirt off, and looked at him. There was something in Spencer's eyes that was just a little shy now, and then he pulled Morgan down for another kiss. Morgan wondered if he was doing it to keep Morgan from openly looking at him, but he didn't care once their bare chests pressed together.

With a groan, he ran his hands down Spencer's back, resting one at the small of his back while the other stroked back up to bury itself in his hair. "God, you're sexy," Morgan whispered when the kiss ended. "We should take this out of the front hallway." He gave Spencer a slow smile, then. "Unless you're into being pressed against the wall." He ducked his head to kiss Spencer's collarbone, sliding his hands across Spencer's stomach and up his chest.

"Unhhhgh," Spencer replied, his body shifting into every touch of Morgan's hands and lips. Morgan felt, rather than heard, Spencer's breath hitch and speed. "I am, but... not this time," he murmured. "Take me to bed."

Morgan chuckled and lifted his head to grin at Spencer. "God, this is fantastic," he said, and kissed him once more. Then he wrapped his fingers around Spencer's hand and tugged him in the direction of the bedroom.

Spencer followed eagerly, and when they reached the bedroom and Morgan turned back to face him, Spencer's fingers were immediately fumbling with the button on Morgan's jeans.

"Impatient," Morgan murmured, amused.

"We can go slow, but I want your clothes off now," Spencer said. He slid his hands into Morgan's pants once they were open, moving them around to squeeze Morgan's ass through just his boxers.

"Nnnh," Morgan said at the pleasure from his touch. After a moment he managed a little more coherence. "It's nice to know you--mmmm," he broke off in a kiss, "think I'm attractive, anyway." He grinned and let a heated gaze run down Spencer's torso. "I want you naked, too."

"You first. You have more to look at," Spencer murmured, kissing along Morgan's jaw and hooking his thumbs into Morgan's jeans and boxers to push them off. Morgan was barefoot, but Spencer started to toe off his shoes as he stripped Morgan.

"What are you implying?" Morgan said, grinning and patting his abs. "This is all muscle, pretty boy." He let his jeans and boxers drop where he stood, then turned his attention to getting Spencer's pants unfastened. He wasn't interested in displaying himself, he was interested in seeing Spencer. All of Spencer. And then touching. God, he was allowed to touch now.

"You know what I meant," Spencer murmured, licking at Morgan's throat. His hands were traveling the newly bared skin, over Morgan's legs and hips and skillfully avoiding Morgan's cock. It was making it hard for Morgan to focus on what he was doing, though.

"Hey..." he said, then moaned softly at the way Spencer was sucking on his skin. "Nmmm, uh. Spencer. Stop," he panted. He pushed gently, just trying to get Spencer's attention. "I want to see you, too."

"Mnn," Spencer hummed, the sound disappointed, and then pulled back a little, looking at Morgan.

"Come on," Morgan said, giving Spencer the eyes that almost always got him his way. "You think I call you pretty boy for no reason? I want to see that tall sexy frame of yours before I push you down on my bed and lick you all over." Spencer wanted romance, and tonight wasn't at all about romance, but Morgan could definitely do sweet-talking tonight.

Spencer's breath caught for a moment, and then he tilted his head at Morgan. "I didn't tell you to stop," he said breathlessly.

Morgan beamed at him and kissed him quickly, then undid Spencer's fly and tugged slowly at his pants. "God, you have the sexiest hips," he said, running his fingers along one hip bone. "Do you have any idea how often I've wanted to push you against the nearest surface and do naughty things to you?"

"No, I don't," Spencer murmured. Morgan saw him swallow hard, and then he seemed to decide to distract himself from Morgan's slow stripping of him by running his hands over Morgan's stomach and chest.

"Mmm, so many times." Morgan lowered his voice and kissed Spencer's throat. "You are gorgeous, and you don't seem to have any idea how gorgeous you are." He slid Spencer's pants down his hips and was oddly pleased to find Spencer wearing briefs. "Especially when you're off on one of your tangents..." He lifted his head and grinned. "I shouldn't tell you this, but whenever I walk away from you talkin' about the Death Star and physics and shit? It's because all I really want to do right then is push you down on the desk."

Spencer snorted. "Please." He wrapped his arms around Morgan's shoulders and kissed him hungrily.

Morgan groaned and slid an arm low around Spencer's back, pulling their bodies together. "It's true," he whispered against Spencer's lips. "I want to push you down and fuck you." He kissed Spencer again. "And then slow down and make love to you, watch you come apart because I'm touching you." He slid his hand down inside the back of Spencer's underwear, pushing it down further.

Spencer drew a shaky breath. "God," he whispered, kissing Morgan gently. He settled their hips together to align their erections and mouthed at Morgan's jaw. "You can do all of that now," he whispered, a hint of a smile forming on his lips.

"You have no idea how lucky that makes me feel," Morgan said breathlessly. He kissed Spencer slowly but thoroughly, pushing his pants and underwear down completely off his hips. "We need to be in bed," he murmured when the kiss broke. "Now."

Spencer didn't waste any time kicking his pants and underwear off, and climbed onto the bed in just his socks, pulling Morgan with him. They settled side by side, and their lips were against each other's again, tasting as their hands explored one another. "This is so not what I'd planned on for Valentine's Day," Spencer murmured, when Morgan nibbled his ear. "We should have put the food in the fridge."

"Oh, sorry, would you rather eat Italian and watch Han Solo and the princess dance around each other for a couple movies?" Morgan replied, grinning at him. He licked a long trail up Spencer's throat and felt a thrill as Spencer moaned. "The food will keep fine." He'd eaten worse, and nothing short of apocalypse could tear him from this bed and Spencer's naked body right now.

"Oh, God, I want you," Spencer said, his voice more needy as he bared more of his neck for Morgan to nip and taste. The little noise Spencer was making with each touch of Morgan's lips and teeth were amazing.

"Tell me what you want?" Morgan whispered, and sucked lightly at Spencer's throat. He wanted to make a mark, but he knew better than to do it where it would show. Instead he kissed and nibbled his way down to Spencer's collarbone, which he licked slowly, running his hands over Spencer's stomach and sides the whole time. "You're so gorgeous."

"Mmm, I want you to have me," Spencer whispered. He hooked a leg around Morgan's and pulled their hips together with a little groan, then slid his hand between them to curl his long, slender fingers around Morgan's cock. "I want... you on top of me... your weight against me."

"Oh, God," Morgan moaned, pressing into Spencer's touch. "Fuck, you're--Unnnh." He could hardly think, it was so arousing to have Spencer talking like that, touching him. "Want that," he whispered breathlessly. "Need--Mmmmh." Spencer wasn't stroking him, but just holding him, and it felt strangely intimate. Morgan liked it. He panted against Spencer's chest, then lifted his head for a soft kiss.

"You know I've never done this," he admitted, meeting Spencer's gaze. "Will you help me?"

Spencer's lips parted, and he stared at Morgan for a moment. His gaze was warm, but slightly confused. "You've never-- I thought you'd--"

"Not with a guy," Morgan murmured. "Not like this." He brushed Spencer's hair back. "I've liked guys. I've kissed a couple of guys. But I've never done this."

Spencer's lips curled a little, but now he was looking unsure. "Are you sure you want to? I mean... we can wait if you want."

Morgan growled at him and pressed down into Spencer's touch. "I've wanted you for four years, Spencer Reid. Don't you give me wait." He kissed him hungrily. "You just need to teach me, that's all. You've been teaching me things as long as I've known you. Why stop now?"

Spencer laughed softly, and rolled Morgan on top of him, licking his lips and groaning as Morgan settled on him. "It's not much different than what you've been doing. It's just a tighter orifice."

Orifice? Morgan grinned and ground his hips down against Spencer's. "There, see, why would you doubt me, pretty boy?" He kissed Spencer teasingly, letting his tongue flick against Spencer's instead of giving him a real taste. "I can learn to please you."

"Oh, I'm pretty pleased at the moment," Spencer said. "No complaints so far." He smiled and slid his hands down to grip Morgan's ass, then pulled them against each other. He arched under Morgan with a moan that went straight to Morgan's already aching cock. "Lube?" Spencer whispered. "Condoms?"

"Nightstand," Morgan said, gesturing but not moving. "God, you're so fucking sexy, Spence." He kissed Spencer again. He couldn't seem to get enough of just tasting Spencer, feeling the slide of their tongues and nibbling at Spencer's full lower lip.

"Mmm," Spencer hummed. He flung his hand out towards the nightstand, but didn't make any progress before he had it curled around Morgan's neck again, deepening the kiss. "Want you," he whispered, then finally flattened his palm against Morgan's chest so he could reach over and dig what they needed out of the nightstand.

Morgan waited while Spencer found the lube and the half-empty box of condoms. He was surprised at the rush of emotion that box sent through him. It wasn't quite shame, but it was close enough. He'd been filling his physical needs and he'd been fine with that...but somehow it seemed cheap now that he suddenly had both the physical and the emotional. He leaned in and kissed Spencer again, wanting to not talk about how many people either of them had slept with. Spencer knew what he was doing, there was no question of that. But Morgan didn't want to know who else had been with him.

"Spencer," he murmured. "I'm careful, always. I hope you trust me."

Spencer's expression had gone a little thoughtful, but he didn't say anything as he ripped off one of the packets from the box and tossed the rest of them back in the drawer. He pulled Morgan down for another kiss, this one slower than the one before, less demanding, but full of meaning that made Morgan's chest ache. "I trust you," Spencer whispered when they broke apart.

"Thank you," Morgan replied, stroking a hand down Spencer's cheek. "I hope you know I trust you." He held Spencer's gaze, feeling a swell of emotion that was both terrifying and exciting.

"I know," Spencer murmured, then pulled Morgan down for another kiss. He stroked one hand down Morgan's chest as he did, then pressed the little tube of lubrication into Morgan's palm.

Morgan shivered at the touch and moaned into the kiss. God, this was incredible. When the kiss broke, he pulled back to squeeze some lube onto his fingers. "You are so gorgeous," he murmured, stroking the backs of his fingers down Spencer's erection and pressing lightly against his balls before dipping down to circle his entrance. "Tell me if I do anything wrong."

Spencer bit his lip and exhaled shakily when Morgan pressed lightly, not to push inside, but rather to see how Spencer reacted. The reaction was definitely encouraging.

"Just... start slow, and I'll tell you when you don't have to be gentle anymore," Spencer whispered, then made a little high-pitched noise when Morgan just barely inserted the tip of his finger. "Unghh, yes." He opened his eyes to look at Morgan. "You're not going to hurt me," he promised.

"You're so damn sexy," Morgan whispered, and pressed a little further inside. He stroked his other hand along Spencer's thigh, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the play of muscle under his hand. He realized he was smiling down at Spencer.

"Good," Spencer murmured, and Morgan could feel the ring of muscle around his finger relaxing, he could feel Spencer giving himself over to pleasure, giving himself over to Morgan. That sent another little thrill through Morgan, and he pressed deeper, his cock aching with the knowledge he'd be inside that tight heat soon enough.

After a moment he leaned down and kissed Spencer's knee, then rested his cheek against it as he worked his finger inside him. "God, I've wanted you for so long. Seems incredible I can actually have you. That you really want me." He liked talking to Spencer like this, praising and petting him and showing how much this meant. It occurred to him that this was turning more into love-making than fucking, but it felt right.

Spencer was panting softly, but managed to say, "More." For a moment, Morgan wasn't sure if Spencer wanted him to keep talking, or add another finger, but when Morgan pressed a second finger to Spencer's entrance, Spencer whimpered his approval. "Do want you," he breathed, and then groaned as Morgan's second finger slid inside. "God." He choked out a funny laugh. "Can't think to talk to you like this," he said, grinning lazily and gazing at Morgan through half-lidded eyes.

Morgan's smile widened as he moved his fingers, not-quite-thrusting slowly and gently. "That's awesome, man," he whispered, and kissed Spencer's knee again. It was sort of knobby and there was a scar on it, and Morgan had never seen a more gorgeous knee in his life. "I've reduced the great Spencer Reid to not thinking."

"Mmm-hmnn," Spencer hummed. Morgan thought it might be an agreement, but Spencer sounded (and looked) too distracted by what Morgan was doing to have meant it that way entirely. "Can't believe this is happening," Spencer whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as he reached up and stroked a hand over Morgan's chest.

"Mmm." Morgan watched Spencer's face hungrily. "This feel good?" he murmured, loving how expressive Spencer was. Just after asking, he found something that made Spencer moan, so he sought it out with his fingers again, rubbing against it. "God, you're amazing."

"Oh, God," Spencer moaned, his fingers tightening against Morgan's shoulders as he arched against the bed. His body was loosening more and more with every little circle of Morgan's fingers. "Yes. That," Spencer said. "M-more!"

Morgan let out a happy chuckle, obeying willingly. "Oh, Spencer," he murmured, leaning in to kiss him. "Amazing," he repeated. He worked his fingers carefully. His eyes fluttered shut as he took in the noises Spencer made, but then he forced them open again so he could watch.

"Want you," Spencer told him, and Morgan's finger's hesitated. Spencer opened his eyes again. "I'm okay," he whispered. "I want you now."

"Oh, God," Morgan breathed, and kissed Spencer again. "Yes." He pressed with his fingers again, drawing another moan from Spencer, then slid them out to get the condom on. He was achingly hard, and he let out a groan as he slicked himself, keeping his gaze on Spencer's. "You are so fucking sexy, Spencer," he murmured. "Do you see what you do to me?"

He settled against Spencer for another hungry kiss, then whispered, "You're ready? Should I go slow?" He figured the answer was yes, but since he was letting Spencer tell him what to do, he wanted to make sure he got everything right.

Spencer nodded, watching Morgan, his lips parted. "At first," he whispered, sliding his hands down to grip Morgan's ass and pulled them together with a groan. "God, Morgan... I never thought..." Spencer stopped talking and kissed Morgan again, his hands encouraging Morgan.

Morgan groaned into the kiss, pleased. "Weren't supposed to," he mumbled. "Thought you liked girls." He kissed Spencer again, hungrily, and rolled his hips against Spencer's. "Want to be inside." He pulled back and positioned himself, then slid in slowly, watching Spencer to make sure he was getting it right. "God, Spencer!"

Spencer closed his eyes and sucked in a slow breath as Morgan settled inside him, then let out a long groan. "Fuck. Yes," he whispered, clutching Morgan's shoulders. "Stay there. Just a minute," Spencer panted. "And kiss me." He opened his eyes and pulled Morgan down, whimpering as their lips met.

Morgan moaned into the kiss, loving the way Spencer was holding on to him. He drew the kiss out, licking at the roof of Spencer's mouth, enjoying the slide of their tongues. This felt fantastic, and it was all the more amazing because it was Spencer. Their bodies felt so right against each other.

Spencer hummed a low, pleased noise and shifted. It made Morgan gasp when Spencer's body reflexively clenched around him, and then Spencer slid a knee up over Morgan's hip. "Fantastic," Spencer whispered, and Morgan smiled. They weren't even moving yet, but it did feel good to be joined like this. "Big," Spencer added, and Morgan couldn't help but laugh against Spencer's mouth.

"Size only matters if you use it right," he teased, and kissed Spencer again.

"Mmm, use it," Spencer whispered against Morgan's lips.

Morgan groaned and rocked his hips, a thrill going through him as Spencer whimpered. "God," Morgan breathed, his body suddenly feeling like it was electrified. "You feel so good."

"You too," Spencer panted, his hands traveling Morgan's back. "More."

He let out a shaky breath and obeyed, letting himself begin thrusting, though he tried to start out slowly, gauging Spencer's reaction to make sure he was doing all right. He was seized with a sudden desire to know what it felt like, to really understand what he was doing. "Okay?" he asked, his gaze focused on Spencer's face.

"God, yes," Spencer moaned. His eyes were closed, his lips parted as he panted softly. He was so utterly beautiful like this, more beautiful now than he was when he was... well, thinking.

He bit his lip, and pulled against Morgan, obviously wanting more, then he made a soft cry when Morgan moved a little faster.

"Morgan-- Mmm, Derek-- will... will you touch me?" he gasped.

Morgan felt himself smiling again as he reached down between them and curled his fingers around Spencer's cock. The rhythm of his thrusts faltered as he took in the velvety feel of the hot skin and slid his thumb through the precome on the head. He tried to say something but didn't manage words, just a noise of desire.

"Oh," Spencer moaned and bit his lip again, his skin turning white under his teeth for a moment before he released it and moaned a little louder. "Thank you. God..." He thrust slightly into Morgan's hand and then movement shot through Morgan's body.

"Fuck me," Spencer hissed.

"God, yes!" Morgan began to thrust in earnest, trying to match the movements of his hand with his hips. It was easier than being with a woman, actually, and Spencer's responsiveness helped. God, he was beautiful. Morgan's hips sped as his pleasure built.

Spencer was whimpering and moaning, murmuring little words of praise and encouragement as Morgan moved into him. Morgan tried to listen to what he was saying, tried to soak in every last bit of this, of Spencer letting himself loose like this, but his body was chasing climax, the new sensations--Spencer--driving him on.

He answered Spencer's words with little noises of his own, growing louder as he felt his own pleasure building in a crescendo. When he came, he gasped Spencer's name, watching Spencer's face through a haze of pleasure.

Spencer whimpered when Morgan stopped, but his hands didn't stop roaming over Morgan's skin. "God, Derek," Spencer whispered. "Good." He gasped softly when Morgan's thumb slid through the slickness on the head of his cock again, once Morgan realized he'd stopped moving. "Please," Spencer whispered.

"So gorgeous," Morgan panted, and twisted his wrist as he stroked, flicking his thumb across the head, then tracing the ridge. He watched Spencer, trying to ignore the tingling and sudden fatigue in his own post-orgasmic haze in order to see what Spencer liked best.

When he found a rhythm that seemed to pull the most reaction from Spencer, he stuck to it and sped up until Spencer was gasping again. He felt Spencer's orgasm before it came when he clenched around Morgan's softening cock. It drew a little gasp from Morgan, and then Spencer was moaning his name and spilling over his stomach.

"Oh, God," Morgan breathed, watching Spencer. His expression was utterly abandoned, free of all the usual cares. It was an expression Morgan knew he could quickly get used to seeing. He leaned down to kiss Spencer softly.

Spencer hummed into the kiss, his arm limp around Morgan. "Yeah," he breathed, sounding properly dazed.

"That was amazing," Morgan murmured. He shifted to slide out of Spencer and disposed of the condom, then settled down next to him. Spencer seemed like the kind of person who would appreciate snuggling after sex. Morgan wrapped his arms around him and kissed one skinny shoulder. "You're amazing."

Spencer hummed something that sort of sounded like a laugh, then turned to look at Morgan, his gaze sleepy and sated. "Mmm, thank you."

Morgan smiled. "Happy Valentine's Day," he murmured, leaning in for a slow kiss. He liked lying together like this, relaxed and coming down from their shared high. He wondered if Spencer would spend the night. He'd only ever slept next to people accidentally, but he found himself wanting to sleep next to Spencer, holding him close.

This time Spencer did laugh, and leaned in to kiss him. "This was the best Valentine's surprise ever." He brushed his fingertips over Morgan's cheek, smiling, then shifted and frowned. He looked down at himself. "Um, tissue?" he asked.

Morgan laughed, too, and reached beyond Spencer for the box, then handed it over. "I never thought I'd get to see you like this," he confessed.

Spencer cleaned himself up and leaned back to aim the little wad of tissue at the garbage can across the room. He missed, but it wasn't a terrible shot. Morgan made a mental note to make sure he got to it before Clooney did.

Spencer turned back and snuggled against him, settling at his side. "I hope it was worth it," he murmured.

"Worth every bit of it," Morgan whispered, running his palm up and down Spencer's arm idly. "Even spending the day moping until you called." He turned his head and kissed Spencer's temple. "But we really ought to try to actually see that exhibit together."

"Yeah," Spencer agreed. "I didn't want to see it alone. Especially knowing that you'd be going home and moping all night." There was a grin in his voice.

Morgan chuckled. "Hmm, maybe you know me too well."

"Of course I do," Spencer whispered, and licked at Morgan's throat.

That sent a pleasant shiver through Morgan. He tightened his arms around Spencer. "Stay tonight," he whispered.

Spencer pulled back to look at Morgan for a moment, his gaze tracing Morgan's features, and then he nodded slowly. "Okay." He kissed Morgan's chin. "Can we eat first, though? It's a little early for bed."

Morgan grinned at him, feeling ridiculously happy. "We can even do the Star Wars marathon before bed if you want," he said. Despite his words, he pulled Spencer into a long, tender kiss before letting him go.

"Come on. Let's go open that bottle of wine."

***

The following morning was wonderful. Waking up in Morgan's arms felt safer and more comfortable than Spencer had felt in a long time. And Morgan, despite his aspersions on his cooking skills, knew how to make a good omelet. The weekend ended too quickly, though, and after finishing their Star Wars marathon on Sunday (another round of sex had interrupted them before Return of the Jedi even got going on Saturday), they were back at work on Monday.

Spencer felt equally relaxed after the weekend he'd had, and awkward. He felt like everyone was staring at him and Morgan, even if that was absolutely ridiculous. Garcia and Prentiss knew what was happening, but neither of them knew what had happened.

"Morning, Spencer," Dave greeted, when he passed Spencer in the kitchenette early in the day. He said it like he normally did, but when Spencer returned the greeting, Dave's lips turned up into a crooked grin as he walked past.

Spencer held his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop open. Dave couldn't possibly know just from that. It was a normal smile. A perfectly normal, utterly devious smile. Spencer turned back to making his coffee.

He found himself analyzing all his interactions with Morgan, having to fight a nervous smile when Morgan called him 'pretty boy' in front of the others, wondering if they would see anything unusual in the way Spencer often brought Morgan his coffee. It made for an awkward day, but every time Spencer looked across the bullpen to see Morgan watching him, or leaning over his work, or stirring his coffee, it felt completely worth it.

To his surprise, no one asked him about his weekend. Not even Prentiss, who had known he had a date with his 'secret admirer' on Friday.

The team, thankfully, didn't have a case. Spencer was relieved when late in the afternoon, Morgan left to teach a self defense class and Dave took Spencer out on another one of those awful recruitment things. Hotch and JJ had been holed up in Hotch's office all day discussing something, and Spencer wasn't sure where Prentiss was.

When he and Dave got back, JJ seemed to be gone too, as Hotch was alone, and Dave walked off, leaving Spencer alone with a tired looking Morgan in the bullpen. "Hey," he said. "How was your class?"

Morgan grunted, but smiled at him. "Not bad, until you think about the fact that these kids are supposed to be arresting bad guys in six weeks." He spun in his chair to face Spencer fully. "How was your recruitment lecture?"

"Since I was forbidden from telling jokes, they've been a little better," he said, then he grinned. "Oh, hey," he added, lifting a finger. "What do chemists call a benzene ring with iron atoms replacing the carbon atoms?"

He loved the way Morgan's eyebrows went up dubiously, but he still said, "I dunno, what?"

"A ferrous wheel," Spencer said, laughing softly. Somehow, it didn't matter that Morgan was just staring blankly at him. After a minute, he cleared his throat and walked over to Morgan's desk and pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. He sketched out the little ring with the 'Fe' symbols, then shrugged and sat back on the edge of his desk. "There were a few chemistry majors in the lecture today. They would have got it," he muttered.

Morgan shook his head, but he grinned. "You need to remember that the rest of us aren't as smart as you, Spence." His voice was a little too warm, since they were at work, but at least there wasn't anyone around.

Spencer gave him a crooked smile, then reached his foot out to nudge Morgan's leg. He didn't say anything, though, and after a moment Dave's door opened, and Spencer had to fight not jumping.

Morgan just spun in his chair to face Dave. "Have a good one, man," he called, waving at Dave. "Think I'm gonna take off in a few."

Dave just waved to Morgan, his smile looking suspiciously like a smirk to Spencer's mind. He looked like he was heading for Garcia's bunker. When he'd disappeared, Morgan leaned over towards Spencer. "You coming over for dinner? I can do good things with a microwave pizza."

"That sounds fantastic," Spencer said, his tone ironic.

Morgan grinned at him and turned back to straighten a few things on his desk, then stood up. "Want to risk walking out together?" he said, glancing over at Spencer.

Spencer laughed softly, and nodded. "Sure," he said, and grabbed his bag. He slung it out of his shoulder and waited for Morgan to stand. "Innocent enough, right?"

"Hey, we did it before we started dating," Morgan murmured, and then gave Spencer a look like maybe he wasn't sure he should have said that.

Spencer just grinned, feeling stupidly happy at the very idea of dating Morgan. "I'm not sure I'd call watching movies and having sex for 48 hours dating, but I'm not opposed to the idea of trying that out," he whispered.

"Well, you know, I did get you tickets to that exhibit," Morgan said, his expression lighting up. Then he wiped a hand down his face. "Okay, game face," he muttered.

Spencer snorted. "Poker face," he corrected, and fought a grin when he messed up Morgan's 'game face' by saying that. They started toward the door, and were at the elevator not too long after. When Morgan pushed the button, Reid sucked in a breath as he remembered something. "I forgot a file I was going to take home," he told Morgan.

The elevator doors opened, and Spencer glanced around them. "Go ahead. I'll just see you later." Morgan nodded and Spencer headed back to his desk.

As he walked past Garcia's office, he heard laughter and paused. Dave had been heading in that direction, but this sounded like several people. As he shamelessly eavesdropped, his cheeks started burning.

"This is so unfair!" Garcia was saying. "I maintain that I won the bet just as easily as Rossi and Emily did."

"Forget it," JJ was saying. "You and I are out of luck, and we're buying tonight."

"If you'd given me an option to bet on 'Morgan screws up big-time but Reid forgives him and they get together anyway', I'd have been right on the money!" Garcia whined.

"Right, because you're that good," Prentiss said, her voice disbelieving.

"Oh, you know it, honey," Garcia said, her tone flirty, but then it changed abruptly to whiny again. "Honestly, you only gave me two choices!"

"And you chose wrong," Dave said, his voice placid, and then, "How do you feel about filet mignon?"

Spencer frowned, confused by the shift in topic, but then Emily laughed and said, "My favorite."

Garcia whined.

Oh my God, Spencer thought, temporarily paralyzed by this sudden discovery.

"We did say anywhere in the area," JJ said, sounding unhappy.

"There's always the other option," Emily said, laughter bubbling through her voice.

"I am not cooking for you!" Garcia snapped. "And I am most certainly not wearing a French Maid outfit to do it!"

"Damn," Dave muttered. "JJ?"

"I'm not either," she said immediately.

There was a noise that sounded like someone had been smacked. Spencer would have bet it was Dave. A moment later, it was clear who smacked him. "What am I, chopped liver?" Prentiss asked.

Dave chuckled. "No. You won. You get to be my date for the evening."

"Be still my beating heart." Spencer could practically hear Prentiss' eyes rolling.

"Fine," Garcia said, "but we could go double or nothing that they don't go a week without their first couple's squabble."

"We ought to let Hotch in on that one," JJ added.

"He doesn't want to know," Dave said. "When I told him about the fern, he said as long as no one tells him about fraternization, he doesn't have to do anything about it."

There was a short pause, and Spencer realized he was holding his breath. He wondered how much longer he could stand here before he got caught.

"You're really just determined to lose money, Penelope," Dave said. "Fine, I'll go double or nothing. They're both romantics. They're on cloud nine right now. They won't fight for a month. They'll be too busy doing... other things."

JJ started coughing as Spencer felt his cheeks burn hotter, but Garcia just sputtered. "Romance and sex, yes, but they're both pig-headed. One week, tops, and they'll fight about something."

"Mmm, I'm going to stick with Dave on this again," Prentiss said.

Oh, God, I can't listen to this, Spencer thought, and tried to make himself move. His feet felt riveted to the floor, though. He wasn't sure whether it was curiosity or mortification that had him frozen. The whole team was talking about them! Well, the whole team except Hotch, and it was obvious he knew.

"Who do you think tops?" Emily said, and that un-froze Spencer. He so did not want to hear any more of this speculation. He darted to his desk and grabbed the papers he needed, then took a long breath, straightened, and cleared his expression. If he ran into any of them, he didn't want them to know he'd overheard.

All the same, as he walked back to the elevators, he mulled over the bet--double or nothing--they'd just made. There had to be a way to beat them all at their own game.

He grinned and pushed the down button. Morgan would probably have a few ideas.