Fic: In Heat, Chapter 2 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, NC-17)
Title: In Heat, Chapter 2/2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Notes: Thanks to Lagolindari and Devon99 for giving me the inspiration for this chapter. (The first one was supposed to be a one-off but the idea was just too tempting......)
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In Heat, Chapter 1/2
When Morgan woke up, something was different. The insufferable heat was still there but something was missing. He opened his eyes and realised what it was. Reid was gone.
As soon as he had finished his line of thought, the door opened and Reid marched in, carrying a paper bag.
“Where did you go?”
“I got something to help you with the heat.” Reid grinned. “Close your eyes.”
“What is it?”
“Close your eyes.”
Morgan did as he was told. He heard a faint humming sound and cooling breeze caressed his sweaty skin. He opened his eyes. Reid was holding a tiny fan.
“Babe, you’re a treasure. Tell me you got some extra batteries for that too.”
“I did. And I got something else too.”
“What?”
“Close your eyes.”
“Do we have to do this every time you pull something from a bag?”
“Do you want it or not?”
“Okay….” He closed his eyes again. He heard Reid rustling with the bag and then something cold and slippery touched his nipple. His eyes snapped open. “You got me ice cubes?”
“You want me to stop?”
“Nope.” Morgan folded his arms under his head. “I’m all yours.”
Reid grinned and positioned himself on top of Morgan, straddling his thighs. He continued running the ice cube across his partners skin, leaving a wet trail behind. He plated an occasional kiss on the sweaty skin and gave it a playful little lick. Reid pulled back to the end of the bed and grabbed the waistband of Morgan’s boxers. Morgan got the message. He lifted his hips and Reid pulled them off.
Morgan’s cock was as overheated as the rest of him. Reid took another ice cube from the bucket he had left on the nightstand and let it slide all the way down from the tip, finally ending up on Morgan’s lower abs.
“Are you cool now?”
“I think there’s still some spots left….” Morgan chuckled. “You don’t want me to have a heatstroke, do you?”
“No, that would look bad on the case report.” Reid took the cube and opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out a little bit. He rolled the cube against his tongue. Morgan’s eyes went wide with the surprise. Reid swooped down and sucked Morgan’s cock into his mouth, letting the cool surfaces do the stimulating for him. His partner gasped and grabbed Reid’s head, trying to move him up and down. Reid pulled away.
“Morgan.”
“Please, I’m hard as a rock!”
“I can see that.” Reid smirked smugly. “And I decide the pace.”
“Babe….”
“Or you can dump the ice cubes to the bathtub and have a cold bath.”
“No, no need for that.”
“Good. Do you want me to continue?”
“Please…..”
“And keep your hands to you self. I’ll tell you what to do with them.” Reid leaned down to continue his interrupted mission. The heat of his mouth and the coldness of the ice cubes were quickly driving the other man crazy.
“Turn over.” Reid instructed.
Morgan didn’t ask why. He trustingly turned over to his belly and buried his head to the pillows. Reid’s hands moved the ice cube down his spine, down to the hollow just before his butt. Hands grabbed Morgan’s buttocks and spread them. Little while later a familiar feel returned. Reid’s icy tongue. This time he was licking and nibbling the other man’s round cheeks, and finally moved on to share cold licks over Morgan’s opening. Little by little he delved deeper and deeper into Morgan.
“More….” Morgan demanded, moaning against the pillow. His protest was rewarded. Reid’s tongue made way for his fingers. The long, talented digits were slick from the melting ice, making Morgan shiver with the weird sensation. Reid aimed for the right spot inside him, making him moan uncontrollably. Morgan was rocking his body in sync with his strokes.
“Cooling down or heating up?” Reid asked. Morgan couldn’t see his face, but he could hear the smug smirk. His cock was rubbing against the sheets under him, adding to the familiar feel of approaching climax. Reid let out a knowing chuckle, and twisted his fingers slightly. The result was exactly what he expected.
Morgan came. He screamed once, and then he blacked out. Stars were dancing in front of his eyes and he had to close them. Reid pulled out gently and gave him a kiss on his butt cheek.
“Not that I’m complaining or anything…. but I’m all hot again…..” Morgan murmured, flopping around again. He took the tiny fan from the night stand and aimed it at his lower regions. He sighed satedly and looked up.
Reid was standing at the end of the bed, all his clothes still on. The only sign of their recent activity was his slightly messed hair and a prominent bulge in his pants. His facial expressions were a mix of annoyance and amusement.
“Sorry, sorry, babe. I didn’t forget you. I just needed a recovery break.” Morgan explained and shimmied himself down the bed until he was sitting on the edge of it.
“Sorry, I forgot your limitations.” Reid smirked.
Morgan opened Reid’s fly and pulled his hard cock out. Apparently Reid’s patience was running short, he simply grabbed Morgan’s head and guided his cock to his mouth. He kept his hold, keeping the other man in placed while he thrusted in. Morgan tried to control his urge to move, his partner was too far gone to let him show off his skills. Reid’s moves turned frantic.
“I’m going to….” Reid warned and let go off Morgan. He didn’t pull back, instead he bragged Reid by his butt and pulled him closer. He swallow every drop Reid had to give. Morgan loosened his hold and grinned like a Cheshire cat.
“Never say I’m not an attentive lover.”
“I don’t think attentive has much to do with the to-swallow-or-not-to-swallow- debate.” Reid pushed Morgan on his back and kissed him deeply. “But I do like it when you do it. You should have seen your face.”
“Hot?”
“Yeah.” Reid was about launch a new attack on his lover when somebody knocked on the door. He got up, zipped his pants and smoothed his hair. Morgan was looking for his boxers, but couldn’t find them.
“Under the bed?” Reid suggested.
Morgan dived under the bed to fish out the undies and rushed to the bathroom. Reid opened the door.
“Sheriff Garner?” He gestured the stocky man in ill-fitting shorts to come in. “Something new about the case?”
“Yep. Got a call from the hospital. The comagirlie is ready to talk.”
“They said it would probably take until tomorrow.” Reid shrugged. “Well, all the individuals react differently. The basic physiological differences-”
“Anyway….” Garner interrupted. “We can go see her right now if you’re ready.”
“I’m ready. Morgan?”
Morgan came out of the bathroom in his rumpled boxers. Sheriff Garner gave him a long look.
“Sorry, but you look like hell. Can’t stand the heat?”
“You have no idea.” Morgan commented. “I’m exhausted.”
“We got to go now, the other victim is awake.”
“Right…” Morgan pulled some clothes from his overnight bag. “Can we drop by somewhere on the way? I need some rehydration.”
“If you get dressed in one minute, I’ll buy you a soda.” Reid offered.
“Big one?”
“Sure.”
“With ice cubes?”
“Maybe.”