Fic: Gamble, Chapter 3 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, NC-17)
Title: Gamle, Chapter 3
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Notes: Follows Flight Back
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
“What do you think?” Morgan grinned as he opened the door and guided Reid to the steam room. The genius had a towel wrapped around his waist and he was clutching it with his hand like he was afraid it would fall off.
“What do we do now?”
“We sit on the bench and chill.” Morgan sat down on the tile bench and spread his legs, gesturing Reid to sit in front of him. “Come here.”
Reid positioned himself between Morgan’s legs and leaned back, his back against Morgan’s chest. It took a minute before he relaxed, but after a while he lounged against his human cushion like a happy feline. Morgan set his hands on Reid’s shoulders and started to rub the tense muscles on his neck.
“Good?”
“Yeah.” Reid hummed.
“All and all, this was a pretty nice day.” Morgan paused. He could feel Reid tensing up again.
“Sorry. But we can go see your mom before we go back. You said she should be fine in couple days.”
“No, it’s fine. I…. Remember when you met her? When we had that Kingfisher case?”
“Yeah.”
“That was one of her good days. She’s like that most of the time. And when the bad days come she’s just…..”
“What?”
“Like a different person.” Reid let out a small laughter. “Sounds ridiculous…. that’s exactly what the whole word schizophrenia implies. Skhizein and phrēn, they mean “to split” and “mind” in Greek, but when you actually see it…..”
“I know, babe.”
“You don’t need to come with me, if you don’t want to.”
“How many time s have we had this conversation…..?”
“Sorry, I just mean….. I don’t know what I mean.”
“Pretty Boy….” Morgan placed a little kiss on his temple and continued his massage.
“Relax. Let’s talk about other stuff.”
“Like what?” Reid closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of strong hands on him.
“Like chimps?”
“What is it with you and chimps? I had to tear you away from them.”
“They are great! You liked them too, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, from the analytical point of view….”
“What do you mean?”
“All the similarities between you and them. The masculine chest beating over food, the possessiveness over their mating partner-”
“I got the picture, you can stop now.” Morgan slipped his hands down Reid’s shoulders and down his chest.
“Okay.”
“And you spend half an hour looking at the emus.”
“They are fascinating!”
“So am I, and your not paying any attention to me.”
“What kind of attention are we talking about?” Reid twisted his head to see Morgan’s eyes, sweat damp hair falling on his cheekbones.
“Rest and relaxation. Paired with thrills and titillations.”
“That doesn’t rhyme.”
“I’m half naked and sweaty and you want me to rhyme. I think I’m loosing my sex appeal.” Morgan slipped his hand under Reid’s towel, and gave him member a good squeeze.
“You’re not….” Reid giggled and rubbed his back against Morgan. “I’m just saying that if you’re aiming for a poetic seduction in a steam room you better make it rhyme.”
“Fine, you can do the sweet talking.” Morgan nuzzled Reid’s neck with his lips.
“I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can. Just start your normal babble and I’m all hot and sweaty. Pull out the big guns.”
“Okay…..” The genius thought about it for a minute. “Sexual self-actualisation?”
“Oh yeah…..”
“Psychosexually experienced coitus?”
“Hot damn….”
“Immanuel Kant once said: Sex makes the loved person an object of appetite.”
“Yippy Skippy…..”
“Are you listening?” Reid moved in sync with Morgan’s strokes, shimmying his backside against Morgan’s hard cock.
“Not the words, I just like to listen. Keep going.” Morgan was already out of breath. The friction his cock was getting between their bodies, rubbing against the fluffy towel was taking it’s toll.
“Much more genius is needed to make love than to command armies.” Reid paused to breathe. “Ninon De Lenclos.”
“More….”
“Sex contains all, bodies, souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations. Walt…..” Reid had to stop and moan. Talking coherently was becoming too hard.
“Disney?”
“Whitman.” He rasped and gave up. Morgan’s strokes took him over the edge and he came all over his towel. A groan from behind him made it obvious that Morgan had met a similar end.
“I told you…..” Morgan had to pause. He was still too out of breath. “I told you steam room can be really relaxing.”
“Yeah.” Reid agreed and lounged boundlessly against him.
“You got any great words of wisdom to wrap this up?”
Reid thought about it for a minute.
“How bout…… Love when you get a chance, because it may be gone tomorrow.”
“Sounds good to me.” Morgan agreed and wrapped his arms around Reid’s midsection and pulled him closer. “Who said that?”
“Doctor Spencer Reid.”
“He`s a really wise guy.”
TBC