geekystudmuffin | Since We've Nowhere to Go, Morgan/Reid, R

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Title: Since We've Nowhere to Go
Authors:

severity_softly
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Rating: R for smut
Word Count: ~6,000
Summary: Derek and Spencer, snowbound.
Notes: Written for the Winter Challenge at

morganreid_cm. Self-beta'd, so feel free to point out any errors.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
~Carl Reiner

It was snowing again as Spencer guided the SUV back towards Quantico, which made him wish Derek had wanted to drive. It wasn't often that Derek turned the keys over to him, but after this case...well, Derek always took these cases hard. Spencer knew it was because of the memories they dragged up, the way Derek always saw himself in the children who had been abused. Knowing why didn't make it any easier to witness the pain in Derek's eyes, though.

"Hey, you might slow down a little," Derek said, rousing from whatever corner of his mind he'd been in. "It's really coming down. The roads are probably getting slick again."

"They're fine," Spencer murmured. It was a lie. He really wanted to tell Derek that he was struggling with it a little, and would much rather pull over and let Derek drive, but he wouldn't. If he just focused and drove slow, they'd be fine.

"Having four-wheel-drive is only good in drifts, not on ice," Derek persisted. But he slumped back in the seat, his heart obviously not in the argument.

"What do you want me to do, Derek?" Spencer asked. "If we pull over, we'll eventually run out of gas and freeze, and if we stop somewhere we might get stuck."

"I just want you to slow down a little," Derek replied, sounding grumpy. "You don't exactly do much driving in the snow."

"I'm driving slow," Spencer insisted. And he was. He was driving slower than anyone else, but slow for Spencer in the snow was nearly stopped for everyone else. "Stop arguing with me. It's distracting."

"Fine, sorry, I'll just shut up." Derek shifted and glared out the side window, obviously cutting himself out of conversation.

Spencer sighed and squinted out at the road, trying to ignore Derek as much as Derek was ignoring him. And ignore the traffic passing him too, which wasn't easy. After a few minutes, he reached down to turn the heat up, which he knew might get another complaint, but he was driving, and driver made the rules.

As he did, though, a semi truck went past them. Spencer sucked in a breath when he felt the car slide, the gust of wind from the truck throwing them, and then tried to control the car as it kept sliding. "Shit," he hissed, and panicked. Derek yelped as they fishtailed off the road into an embankment. "Shit!" Spencer said more loudly once they'd stopped.

Derek was moving almost as soon as the car stopped. He jerked his seat belt off and leaned over to grip Spencer's shoulders. "Hey. Hey, are you okay?" He was leaning in too close, his brown eyes full of concern instead of the anger Spencer had expected. "Spencer?"

Spencer stared at him, wide eyed. "Yeah, yeah. I'm...okay. Are you?" he asked, and then looked at the car again, hissing, "Shit," before Derek even answered.

"I'm good." Derek followed Spencer's gaze, frowning, but he didn't say anything else. He didn't let go of Spencer's shoulders, either.

Spencer looked back at Morgan, then glanced down at one of Morgan's hands. A second later he realized he was shaking from the adrenaline rush. "I'm fine," he repeated.

Derek nodded slowly and then apparently realized he was still holding onto Spencer. He sat back slowly, still watching Spencer's face. "Okay."

Spencer drew a deep breath, willing his body to calm down and his heart to stop racing. He could tell already that they were stuck, but that didn't change the desire to check, so he gripped the steering wheel again and tried to move, but they wound up just sliding farther backwards.

Morgan made a strangled noise but didn't say anything at first. He slumped back down in the seat, rubbing his hands over his face. "Hang on, I'll see if I can push." Spencer wondered if he ought to stop him.

He finally sighed. "Morgan, you can't push us up an icy slope. Stay in the car. It's freezing."

Frowning, Morgan shook his head. "We'll be stuck here forever if we have to wait on a tow," he protested.

Spencer shook his head. "Call anyway. It's not moving anywhere. You're not Superman." He shifted a few times anxiously, and then slumped in his seat. "You should have driven," he complained.

"Oh, pardon me for wanting a break," Morgan snapped, but he flipped his phone open and dialed Penelope. Spencer listened as Morgan explained the situation. He could hear her laughing, then she said something and Morgan grimaced and shushed her. Finally Morgan flipped his phone shut and sighed. "She said the wait time is over two hours. There've been about forty slide-offs all along 95."

Spencer made an unhappy noise and slumped in his seat. He pressed his hand to his forehead and then dropped it, turning to look at Morgan. "Sorry," he murmured.

Morgan shrugged. "Hey, it happens. Hell, I probably would've lost it, too." He sighed and slid his seat back, propping his feet on the dash. "It's just too bad I'm outta coffee."

"Mine's cold," Spencer said, and looked ahead again. "I don't think there's anything in walking distance, either."

"You're not supposed to leave a car if you get stuck," Morgan said. He glanced over at Spencer, his expression teasing. "Didn't you ever read safety tips on driving in winter? You're supposed to make sure the exhaust isn't covered, then run the car for ten minutes every hour to keep from freezing."

Spencer turned to look out the back windshield, eyeing the snow dubiously. "You go check the exhaust, Superman."

Morgan laughed. "You just said I'm not Superman." He tugged his coat closed and climbed out before Spencer could answer. Spencer heard some clunking and felt the car shake a little, then Morgan was back in, rubbing his hands together. "We're safe from asphyxia now," he said, and then reached over and tucked his fingers against Spencer's neck.

Spencer jumped, yelping, and batted Morgan's hands away. "Stop!" he said, glaring. "That's an extra ten minutes with the car running." He pressed his hands to his neck, his skin feeling tingly. Morgan was like a ten year old sometimes.

"But my hands are cold," Morgan said, giving Spencer a pathetic look. "You made me get out, you oughta warm me back up." He poked at Spencer again, though this time he was obviously just trying to annoy.

Spencer jumped again and glared. "Keep it up, and I'll shove you out and lock the doors," he threatened, which they both know wouldn't happen. Derek had too much muscle for Spencer to push around.

Morgan sighed and slumped back in his seat, rubbing his hands together again and blowing on them. "I try to keep you from suffocating to death and this is the thanks I get."

"Mmn," Spencer hummed, crossing his arms over himself and sliding down in his seat. Two hours in a car with Morgan, with no coffee, in winter, with the car turned off most of the time. At least Morgan didn't seem so sulky anymore, but what were they supposed to do?

"Hey, man, I'm sorry I gave you a hard time about the driving," Morgan said after a minute. He was staring out the windshield, not meeting Spencer's gaze.

Spencer shook his head. "No, it's fine. I mean..." It wasn't really my fault, and we might have been here even if you drove, he thought, but was afraid Morgan would disagree with him. "I don't know."

"No, I mean it. Probably would have happened if I'd been driving, too." Morgan sighed and rubbed his hand over his face again. "God, I was really looking forward to a drink, though." He gave Spencer a rueful look. "I've been pretty shitty company, haven't I?"

"Yeah, you have," Spencer said, nodding, then looked over at Morgan, his lips quirking to the side in a tiny smile.

"Sorry," Morgan muttered again. He didn't return Spencer's smile, which was a little worrying.

Spencer felt his own smile slide off, and he turned to face forward again. "I didn't say that to make you feel bad," he said, starting to pick at the treads on the steering wheel.

"I know..." Morgan sighed and shifted around in his seat, then leaned his head back, staring up at the upholstered ceiling of the car. "Cases like this...I look at these fragile, broken little people, and it just..." Spencer saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "It reminds me that I'm damaged." He cleared his throat and looked away. "And I didn't want to take it out on you, so I was trying to keep myself to myself, you know?"

Spencer frowned and dropped his gaze to his lap, wondering why Morgan was telling him this. After a moment, he shook his head. "You're not damaged," he murmured.

Morgan laughed, but he didn't sound like he believed Spencer. "Yeah, don't worry, I'll tell myself that for a few days and everything'll be fine."

Spencer looked over at Morgan and watched him for a long while, then turned the engine off. "We all are." He shifted to face Morgan, bringing a knee up to rest on the gear shift and slumping into a relaxed position. "You told me in Vegas that whatever happened to me led me to do what I'm doing now." He shrugged. "Same with you."

Morgan glanced over at him, his gaze searching Spencer's. Finally he nodded slowly. "My mom's always telling me how much she wants me to come back to Chicago," he said. He smiled faintly. "I always tell her I'm exactly where I want to be. And even though I hate these cases, in the end, I know I did for these kids what no one could do for me."

Spencer nodded and brought his other leg up, planting his foot against the seat so that he was curled up a little between the steering wheel and the back of the seat. "Yeah," he murmured, returning the slight smile on Morgan's face.

Morgan shifted to face him more. "If you could do anything in the world, which, let's face it, you probably could, is the BAU really where you want most to be?"

Spencer frowned, thinking. "Yeah," he said. "After New Orleans, I haven't doubted it." His lips tugged to the side for a moment, then he smiled. "I just don't know why. I mean, I do. It's just... weird now."

"Why is it weird?" Morgan asked, tilting his head to look at Spencer. "To think you started doing this to help someone you thought you'd made up?"

Spencer breathed a laugh. "Yeah. It's just... all muddled now, knowing what actually happened." His smile faded. "She didn't mean what happened, but my mom saved my live. And all this time... I don't know." Spencer smiled sadly and looked back at Morgan. "I still haven't worked all out in my head."

Morgan nodded. "It wasn't her fault, you know. Even if your dad blamed her...he was wrong."

"I know. He was wrong about a lot of things." Spencer's lips thinned. "I..." He wasn't really sure why he was about to say what he was about to say, but he did anyway. "I really wanted him to be a monster." As soon as he said it, he had the desperate desire to change the subject. He swallowed hard. "What are we going to do for two hours?" he asked, his tone forced light, even as it wavered.

Morgan glanced at him, but thankfully didn't push it. "What, you mean trading secrets and snuggling to keep each other warm is completely out of the question?" he asked, his voice teasing.

Spencer couldn't help but laugh, but a wash of warmth spread through him. Which was distracting enough from what they'd been talking about, and nice because he was starting to get cold, but he couldn't help wondering if that comment was meant to imply Morgan knew that Reid preferred the company of men when it came to more intimate things. "Ah." He cleared his throat. "Right. Although it might be warmer," he said, hoping for a joking tone.

"Man, you send me out into the cold and then you let me freeze," Morgan said, a grin spreading across his face. "All right, Doctor Reid, you once said you couldn't teach me a magic trick in five minutes, but you've got two hours now. Show me somethin' good."

Spencer's lips tugged to the side. "A magician never reveals his secrets," he said.

"Oh, come on, that can't be true." Morgan ducked his head a little and blinked in the way Spencer recognized from every time Morgan had ever tried to talk him into anything.

"No," Spencer said, reaching his foot out to kick Morgan's shoulder playfully. "Torture me if you must. I will never tell."

"Oh, I know lots of torture techniques," Morgan said, grabbing Spencer's ankle. "For instance, I'm willing to bet you're ticklish." He grinned broadly and didn't let go of Spencer.

"Don't!" Spencer said immediately, his eyes going wide; he tried to jerk his leg back, but Morgan didn't let go. "I swear, I will kick you so hard," he warned.

"Oho, so you are ticklish," Morgan said, his grin widening impossibly. "Just wait, Spencer Reid," he said, leaning forward. "When you least expect it..." He waggled his eyebrows, but let Spencer's leg go.

Spencer put his foot back down on the seat and glowered at Morgan. The expression slid off after a moment thought. "I left the deck of cards I usually carry in Milwaukee," he complained, still wondering what they were supposed to do.

Morgan's brows drew together when Spencer spoke again. "Well, we could play I Spy, but I don't think it'll last long since we're not moving."

"And everything's white," Spencer pointed out. He pursed his lips.

Morgan raised his eyebrows and glanced down at himself, then back at Spencer. "We could play hypotheticals. It's more fun with alcohol, but y'know..."

Spencer's brows drew together. "What's hypotheticals?"

"You've never played hypotheticals? I give you two crappy situations and you have to pick which you'd rather be in." Morgan leaned back in his seat. "Or...heh." He grinned again. "Shag, Marry, Push Off a Cliff. But I'd hate to hear what you'd do to poor Rossi."

Spencer snorted. "Marry," he said without hesitation, then shrugged. "Whichever one you want to play."

Morgan blinked, then tilted his head a little. "Okay, I'd have called him a shag, because come on, the man's got three ex-wives."

Spencer's eyes went a little wide, and then he tilted his head at Morgan in return. "I like him, but he's not particularly sexy." Oh, God, he thought, but then Morgan had just called Rossi a 'shag'. "And I'd bet he has a romantic side. Someone married that many times has to."

"Oh, are you lookin' for romance, Doctor Reid?" Morgan said, his lips curving. "Your turn. You pick someone."

Spencer bit his lips together. "Mmm." Truthfully, he did want something romantic. It sounded comforting. "Ah." He lifted his eyebrow. "Agent Todd."

Morgan's eyebrows drew down. "Hell if I know," he said slowly. Sometimes I wanna push her off a cliff. The rest of the time..." He shrugged. "Shag, I guess."

"Mmm," Spencer said. That answer was completely expected, and yet it somehow still made Spencer irrationally annoyed. "Push off a cliff."

"Wow. Really?" Morgan blinked at Spencer for a minute. "Okay, that chick from the club in Atlanta. Austin or whatever." He raised his eyebrows in a challenge.

Spencer frowned in thought. He liked Austin a lot, and she obviously liked him. She was definitely pretty. Gorgeous actually. Spencer would prefer a man, but he was single, and she had everything he liked when it came to girls. "Marry," he murmured. He really couldn't imagine just having sex with anyone.

Morgan frowned, too. "Cliff," he muttered, glancing away.

Spencer's gaze jerked up to Morgan's. "Why?" he demanded.

Morgan turned his frown on Spencer, then shrugged. "Because." After a moment, as Spencer still watched him, he added, "Just not my type."

Spencer shook his head. "She's beautiful, and she's never done anything to you," he argued.

"Hey, I gotta do something with her," Morgan said. "Why did you cliff Todd?"

Spencer shrugged. "She bugs me, and she's not JJ, and you told me what she did in Atlanta, that's why." It was more than that, but Spencer wasn't about to say that.

Morgan studied him for a moment. "You know, we all did some stupid stuff when we started out. And she did get us in the door."

"And if she'd been caught, they would have shoved us right back out the door, locked it, and thrown away the key," Spencer argued. "We may have all done stupid things, but not deceitful. I don't trust her yet, and so far she's not earning it." He sighed. That was true--not to mention she seemed awfully moody and far too interested in Morgan--but he hadn't really meant to say it. "Halle Berry."

"Marry," Morgan said with little hesitation. "Brains, beauty, money..." He moved to face Spencer more. "You know, Todd came from counter-terrorism. Things probably work a little different over there."

"Don't care," Spencer said. "Albert Einstein?"

"Ugh, not fair," Morgan said. "I'd have to marry him, because he's too valuable to push off a cliff. But I am so not hitting that." He glared. "And you didn't say about Halle Berry. It was my turn, anyway."

"Shag," Spencer answered (because he could imagine just having sex with someone he didn't know, apparently), and then he wasn't sure what possessed him, but the next thing he blurted was, "Me?"

Morgan paused, staring, then sucked in a breath. "Marry." He kept staring at Spencer for a moment, his lips parted like he had something else to add, but then he swallowed and looked away.

Spencer watched him, not understanding why that answer was both exciting and disappointing. He cleared his throat. "Your turn," he whispered after a moment, then a shiver ripped though his body. The car had been off long enough that it was really starting to get cold, so he started it.

Morgan licked his lips, then paused so long Spencer had to wonder if he was going to call off the game. "Strauss," he said finally. He didn't look back at Spencer.

"Cliff," Spencer said, as if it should be obvious, but he curled up on himself where he sat a little more for warmth and kept watching Morgan, wondering why the air inside the car felt so still now. "Hotch." Marry, he thought. That one was obvious to anyone that knew Hotch.

Morgan frowned, then sighed. "Shag, I guess." He darted a glance at Spencer, then licked his lips. "Strauss gets cliffed."

"Hotch gets married," Spencer countered. "You would just have sex with Hotch? He's..." He couldn't think of the words, so he let them trail off.

Morgan looked at him more sharply. "He's what?"

"He's... marriage material," Spencer said, and frowned. Spencer let the car fall silent for a while. It was Morgan's turn, but Morgan wasn't saying anything. If anything, he seemed suddenly gloomy again, and Spencer's mind kept drifting back to Morgan's answer about him. Marry. Why did that seem disappointing? He drew in a long breath, considering it, and then it hit him. "So," he started quietly, "Am I a marry because I'm too valuable to push off a cliff?"

Morgan's gaze jerked away from the dashboard and came back to meet Spencer's. "No." He shook his head slowly, watching Spencer. "No, you're a marry because you're too special to be a one-night stand." Morgan's gaze was too serious somehow.

Spencer sucked in a breath, his lips parting. Suddenly his heart was hammering in his chest. God. He swallowed hard, but couldn't speak.

Morgan didn't look away. He just gestured to himself, and after a moment, whispered, "Me."

Spencer stared at Morgan, and then realized he was holding his breath. He wanted to kiss Morgan, and he thought that Morgan was being serious. He looked it. But if this was just part of a game, that would be incredibly awkward. He licked his lips, and in lieu of answering, said, "Do you mean what you said? Or are we still just playing a game?"

"I wouldn't play, not about that," Morgan said. His voice was a whisper, his gaze steady on Spencer's. He shifted in his seat, and Spencer realized he'd moved closer.

He still wanted to kiss Morgan, too, and Morgan's answer had emboldened him a little. This was probably very, very stupid, but instead of answering Morgan abut himself, Spencer uncurled and pushed across the console. Before he touched Morgan, he hesitated, suddenly afraid he was going too far. He started to pull away to ask Morgan if he could kiss him, but then Morgan closed his fingers in Spencer's shirt and made the decision for them both, pulling Spencer in to brush their lips together in a soft kiss.

It didn't last long, then Morgan leaned back a little. "Spence, is this okay?" he breathed, lifting one hand to cradle Spencer's cheek. His thumb brushed Spencer's cheekbone.

Spencer couldn't help but let out a little laugh, one he knew sounded as lightheaded as he felt. "Mm-hm," he hummed, and then kissed Morgan again, this time with more hunger.

Morgan made a soft noise against his mouth, his hand sliding into Spencer's hair as he parted his lips, inviting Spencer to deepen the kiss. God, this was awkward, sprawled between the two seats the way they were, but it was so good.

He pushed up and tried to climb across to Morgan's side of the car, thinking Morgan probably wouldn't mind Spencer in his lap, but he just got stuck trying to do that and kiss at the same time. He laughed at himself into the kiss, and then slid his hands around Morgan's shoulders, sort of draped over the middle.

Laughing, Morgan broke the kiss and surveyed Spencer, his eyebrows going up. "God, you're..." He shook his head and laughed, not finishing the statement, but he kissed Spencer again, firmly. "Back seat," he suggested, stroking his thumbs over Spencer's cheeks.

Spencer swallowed hard, and bit his lips together, then said, breathlessly, "What if the tow truck comes?"

"So what?" Morgan said, brushing kisses against the corner of Spencer's mouth and along his jaw. "We just had to keep warm. Share body heat without running us out of gas." He slid one hand around to cup the back of Spencer's neck.

Spencer didn't think it was such a good idea to possibly be caught kissing in the back seat of a government SUV when the tow truck came, but he nodded anyway. "Mmm," he hummed in agreement, and then turned the engine off again, and climbed out of the car to get in the back, already freezing by the time he shut the door behind him.

Morgan hadn't left the SUV, so Spencer was surprised to find him in the back seat waiting for him, shrugging out of his coat.

"How did you--"

"Magic," Morgan said, and pushed Spencer's coat off, pulling him over against Morgan's chest. "You're cold," he whispered, and kissed Spencer hungrily.

"Your fault. You didn't take the time to teach me your magic trick," Spencer said. When he shifted closer, his knee bumped something, and he looked up to see Morgan's seat was down. Oh. He must have climbed over. "Done this a few times?" he asked.

"Once or twice," Morgan murmured, "but never with someone I've wanted as long as I've wanted you." He leaned in and covered Spencer's mouth with his own before he could say anything in response to that.

Spencer whimpered softly, but Morgan's tactic didn't work long, and Spencer pushed him back. He met Morgan's gaze, his own searching. "How long?"

"A while," Morgan said. He held Spencer's gaze for a moment, then glanced down. He licked his lips and splayed his fingers against Spencer's chest.

Spencer watched him a moment, and then just nodded because he wasn't sure why Morgan seemed disinclined to answer. "I never thought you might be interested," he murmured, but leaned in to kiss Morgan's jaw.

Morgan sighed and slid his hand up to rest against Spencer's neck. "Years," he whispered, running the fingers of his other hand through Spencer's hair. "God, Spencer." Maybe he found it easier to talk when Spencer wasn't looking at him.

"I tried not to let myself want you," Spencer admitted, reciprocating Morgan opening up a little. "Only ever saw you look at women." He slid closer, almost in Morgan's lap, and then whispered in Morgan's ear. "This is really stupid, because I'm going to get excited, and that's going to look even worse when the tow truck gets here."

"They won't even be here for an hour at least," Morgan replied. He tugged Spencer the rest of the way into his lap, running a hand up his back. "I tried not to look at you," he admitted, brushing his lips against Spencer's jaw. "And then when I realized I couldn't help wanting you..." He made a strangled noise and pressed his face against Spencer's neck. "Just when I was starting to think maybe I should do something about it...you all came to...you found out..." He broke off.

Spencer closed his eyes and pressed his cheek to the side of Morgan's head, tightening his arms around Morgan. "Okay," he whispered. He settled himself more comfortably in Morgan's lap. "We don't have to talk about that." He paused a moment. "And two hours is an estimate."

"An estimate," Morgan said, "based on the fact that they had about thirty people in the queue ahead of us." His breathing was a little shaky, but his voice sounded more normal. After a moment he pulled back enough to kiss Spencer thoroughly. "And we have to do something to pass the time, after all," he murmured, smiling faintly.

"Bad," Spencer whispered between kisses. "Very bad." But he was pulling Morgan in for deeper and deeper kisses.

"Mm-hmm," Morgan agreed. He slid one hand down to cup Spencer's ass, which sent a thrill all through Spencer. "But we might as well enjoy ourselves." He kissed Spencer again, then brushed his nose along Spencer's jaw. "I meant what I said. You're too special for a one-time thing." Spencer heard his breath speed up. "So if that's not what you want..."

Spencer laughed softly. "Why do you think I only had one 'shag' and that was the person I didn't know?" he breathed, sliding his hand up the back of Morgan's head.

Morgan pulled him closer, groaning, and kissed him again. "Good. Because if I found out after making out with you that I couldn't have more, I'd be pretty pissed off." He smiled and lowered his head to kiss Spencer's neck, sucking lightly.

"Ungh," Spencer managed, and dropped his head back, exposing more of his neck for Morgan. His prick had been slowly taking notice for what he was doing, but this was waking it fully now. "Morgan," he whispered. "Derek."

"Mmm." He could feel Morgan smile against his skin. "I like the way my name sounds when you say it," he murmured, and nibbled softly. "God, Spencer, you're so amazing." He shifted under Spencer, and suddenly Spencer could feel how hard Morgan was, too.

He gasped softly, and then pressed down. He was rewarded with a groan and Morgan rocking his hips up against him. "God," he moaned, and did it again, wishing he wouldn't be too embarrassed to press his hand to his own erection.

Morgan sucked in a breath and lifted his head to kiss Spencer again, his tongue exploring slowly but with growing hunger. As they kissed, his hand slid around to Spencer's thigh, massaging lightly for a minute before venturing closer to his cock. It was like Morgan wanted to make sure Spencer was okay with this before he touched.

It made Spencer suddenly wonder if what he was doing was all right. He whimpered softly into the kiss and then pulled back. "Is this okay?"

"This is great," Morgan panted. He lifted his free hand to brush Spencer's hair away from his cheek. "Isn't it?" It was possibly the first time Spencer had ever seen Morgan display any sense of self-doubt. He wasn't sure if it was flattering or troublesome that it was about him. "I want to touch you," Morgan breathed.

Spencer realized he was panting too. He licked his lips and kissed Morgan again, deciding that mentioning Morgan's apparent doubt would only make it worse. "Touch me," he whispered, pressing down against Morgan again. "I want you to."

Morgan groaned and slid his hand down to cup Spencer's erection, massaging through his pants. "God, Spence," he breathed, and kissed him again. He slid his tongue against Spencer's, then pulled back a tiny bit, nipping lightly at his lower lip. The noises he made, quiet and wanting, sent shivers through Spencer.

In the position they were in, with Spencer in Morgan's lap, Spencer couldn't help but imagine what it might it might feel like if Morgan was taking him like this. He moaned at the thought, Morgan's hand driving the fantasy along too, and ground down. "God, I want you. This is a really awful place for you to decide to tell me you think I'm special," he complained, smiling slightly.

Morgan laughed and pulled back enough to grin at Spencer. "I didn't exactly plan this, pretty boy," he said, and kissed him again. "But for a genius, you sure never figured it out." He bucked his hips up against Spencer, groaning.

"God!" Spencer gasped. "Told you... never saw you looking... at men. God, Derek, more."

"But you saw me looking at you," Morgan murmured. He shifted Spencer a little, pressing up against him and guiding him into a sort of rhythm. "Only ever...looked at you...that way," he panted, his lips against Spencer's jaw.

"Mmph," was all Spencer could manage, his tone going a little high. He pivoted his hips against Morgan until he lost rhythm, and then dropped his head to Morgan's shoulder, kissing and licking his neck absently. God this was a bad idea. Pleasure was building inside him quickly, about to overpower him, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Morgan to stop. "Fuck," he hissed, hoping it wasn't just him and that Morgan was close too.

"Nnuh." Morgan sounded like he agreed, though Spencer wasn't sure what he was agreeing with at this point. Morgan's movements were growing jerky, his breath hot against Spencer's ear. "God!" He was making little whimpering noises, which was oddly cute coming from Morgan. "I'm...I'm..." He broke off and tensed against Spencer, panting hard. "Oh, God," he groaned, and thrust up against Spencer hard.

God, Morgan was coming! The thought raced through Spencer's already overexcited body, straight to his groin, and then Spencer was joining Morgan, his body shuddering with release on top of Morgan's. "Mmm," he hummed, Morgan's hand moving against him until he was spent, and then he slumped against Morgan's body. "God, Derek."

"Fuck," Morgan panted, pressing lazy kisses to Spencer's hair. "Spencer." He sounded utterly pleased. One hand lifted to stroke down Spencer's back, and he could feel the heat even through his shirt.

Spencer smiled a lazy smile, feeling completely calm and warm and sated. He hummed a happy noise, and turned his head to kiss Morgan slowly.

"Mm." Morgan tightened his arms around him as they kissed, shifting them a little. "That was definitely a fantastic way to pass the time," he murmured against Spencer's lips.

"Mm-hm," Spencer agreed, but when Morgan shifted them, he couldn't help but notice the stickiness in his pants. "Oh, God, we shouldn't have done that."

Morgan laughed. "Probably not. But damn, was it good." He kissed Spencer again.

"Mmm," Spencer hummed into the kiss. "Nice first date," he murmured, teasing. "Hope you're always this romantic."

"That's right, you said you were lookin' for romance, didn't you?" Morgan said. His tone wasn't quite as teasing as Spencer's. He traced Spencer's face with his gaze, then leaned in and kissed him again. "I can do the dinner and flowers thing when I think someone's worth it, don't worry."

"That'd be nice," Spencer said, smiling, and kissed Morgan again. He drew in a deep breath, and let it out. "We're disgusting, and we're stuck like this until we get home," he said, frowning, but not feeling too put out at the moment, too relaxed to worry yet.

Morgan chuckled. "I could throw you out in the snow and help you clean up," he said. He shifted like he was going to do just that.

Spencer's eyes widened. "Don't you dare!" he warned, curling his fingers tightly around Morgan's arms to keep from actually being tossed out without a fight.

Morgan laughed again and kissed him. "Or what, Doctor Reid?" he teased. "You'll yell at me?" But he tightened his arms around Spencer and settled back into the seat. He watched Spencer's face for a moment, then shook his head. "God, you're beautiful."

Spencer snorted. "Right," he said, and kissed Morgan. "I'm glad you think so, though."

"I've always thought so," Morgan murmured. He brushed his cheek against Spencer's. "My legs are falling asleep. Let's shift a little."

Spencer laughed softly and shifted out of Morgan's lap. As soon as he did, though, Morgan was pulling him back against his chest. Spencer settled, smiling. "Mm, you're warm." He traced his fingertips over Morgan's arm.

"That was the plan," Morgan murmured, brushing his nose against Spencer's hair. "Cuddle to keep warm." His voice was low as his breath teased at Spencer's ear.

"I thought the plan was to make out until we steamed the windows," Spencer whispered, a little shiver going through him. "Guess both ways work." He pulled Morgan's arms tighter around him.

Morgan chuckled and kissed his ear. "So can I take you to dinner this weekend?" he asked.

Spencer's smile went wider. "You should feel special, you know. Normally I wouldn't let anyone make me come in my pants without at least taking me for coffee first," he teased, and kissed Morgan's jaw. "I would love that," he added a moment later, more seriously.

"Good. Your favorite restaurant, then." Morgan sounded sleepy, but there was a contented note in his voice that Spencer hadn't actually heard in a while. "And trust me," he added after a moment. "I do feel special."

"My favorite restaurant varies based on who's paying." Spencer settled down against Morgan more comfortably. "Don't sleep. Your body temperature drops when you sleep. You're supposed to be keeping me warm."

Morgan laughed. "Well, those are two of the most fascinatingly self-interested statements I've ever heard you make," he teased. He kissed Spencer's cheek. "I'm paying, and I'm not falling asleep." He tightened his arms around Spencer. "And I'm gonna be forward and suggest you bring a change of clothes."

Spencer was about to say that he'd just been kidding, but then Morgan finished. Spencer blinked, and then shifted up to look at Morgan, his eyebrows raised. The idea was exciting, but he didn't know what to say. "Hmm," he hummed, and kissed Morgan. "Okay," he murmured.

"Well, if this is how you thank me for keeping you warm," Morgan teased, "I figure I oughta get all night for buying you dinner."

And if it starts to snow
Well then it starts to snow
If we feel it go
Well we should let it go
I know this little place
That's big enough to hide
And if you stay real close
We both can fit inside
And if we lose control
Well then we lose control
-- Grey Eye Glances "Snow"

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jujuberry136.livejournal.com

:D

That last line was great

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innerslytherin

:D Thanks!

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weedy-tea.livejournal.com

"You should feel special, you know. Normally I wouldn't let anyone make me come in my pants without at least taking me for coffee first." heee. *grins*

i love it! fabulous throughout. geekystudmuffin FTW, again! their dialogue is snicker-worthy and love love love. i can't stop smiling. hee.

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innerslytherin

Thanks! :D There should be more snow in the show, shouldn't there? :) I'm glad you like this!

Re: this makes me think snow could be ok.

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darkhawkhealer.livejournal.com

I really, really liked that closing quote. The whole thing was like curling up with a cup of something hot and a blanket -- the epitome of contentment.

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innerslytherin

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! :D

Are you familiar with Grey Eyed Glances music? That song is my favorite winter song ever, I think.

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such a cute stuck in the snow fic

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