Fic: Interrupted (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan)
Title: Interrupted
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner / Chad Christensen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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“Clooney?”
“Locked in the laundry room.”
“Chocolate sauce?”
“On the nightstand.”
“Strawberry body paint?”
“On the nightstand.”
“Whipped cream?”
“On the nightstand.”
“Shower?”
“Scrubbed.”
“No traces of that Jell-O experiment?”
“Not a smudge.” Morgan grinned. “We can play all we want, and then move on to have fun in the shower.”
“Good boy.”
“Woof.”
“Woof?”
“That’s what Clooney always says when I call him a good boy.”
“Why did I ask….?”
“No idea, get naked. I wanna cover you with chocolate sauce and then lick it all off, scrub you clean and start all over.”
“Morgan-”
“I feel a lecture coming…..”
“I’m not going to lecture, but it’s the first night in a week we’re not in some shabby motel in the middle of nowhere. We have time to build up the momentum.”
“You can build up the momentum after the first few rounds, I might need a small break.”
“You mean after the first round.”
“That happened once! Under regular circumstances I`m ready to go again ten minutes later.”
“Do you really want to talk about this now?”
“No.”
“Me neither.”
Reid leaped up to Morgan’s arms, wrapping his arms around his partners neck and his legs around his waist. Morgan staggered few steps back and fell down on the bed. Reid took advantage of the element of surprise and attacked Morgan’s lips with his own.
Then something shrieking interrupted them. Reid pulled his lips away to get his mind to work. It was his cell phone. It was ringing and vibrating on the nightstand.
“Whoever it is, they’ll call again. We’re not even on call.” Morgan tried to pull him back, but Reid grabbed the phone.
“And if I don’t answer now they will call later when it’s even more distracting.“ He snapped the phone open. “Reid. Hey. No, you didn’t interrupt anything.” He covered the receiver with his hand and mimed “Hotch”. “I got it somewhere, she lives in Cleveland. I’ll give it to you on Monday okay? Great, bye.”
“What did he want?”
“He needs the number for Chad’s little sister.” Reid left the phone on the nightstand and returned to his earlier mission of oral stimulation.
“Why?”
“He’s trying to get her here for Chad’s birthday. Can we continue now?”
Morgan pulled the genius’s lips back to his own and started to unbutton his shirt.
“You gotta be kidding….” Morgan groaned when the buzzing sound rang again.
“Not my fault, it’s your phone.” Reid took the phone from the other nightstand and handed it over to Morgan.
“Morgan. Yeah, ten thirty. Okay, see you there.” Morgan closed the phone. “Chad.”
“Why is he calling you?”
“He heard me talking about Brady-”
“Who’s Brady?”
“My kickboxing buddy. He pulled his groin.”
“Ouch….”
“Exactly. Anyway, Chad offered to spar with me. He just wanted to confirm the time for tomorrow. And what’s that look?” Morgan gave Reid a suspicious glance.
“Did he tell you he has been kickboxing before?”
“Yeah.”
“Did he tell you he was the New York office champion three years in a row?”
“I’m screwed….”
“Probably.” Reid was having troubles with the buttons of Morgan’s shirt and he simply pulled it over his head. “Forget it.” He took the tube of body paint and started drawing letters on his partners chest.
He had time to finish his own name in strawberry paint before his phone rang again.
“This is like a bad joke….” He took his phone and licked the D off his name. “Reid. No, I`m little busy right now. What? Page twenty-seven, third row. Bye.”
“Who was that?”
“Prentiss. She’s going through one of our old case reports, she’s using it as an case example for the new recruits.”
“Which case?”
“Harrison, in West Virginia.”
“I don’t remember that.”
“Middle-aged schoolmarm who chopped up naughty boys who talked too much on her history classes.”
“Okay, I remember now. Go back to licking.”
“Any favourite letters?” Reid grinned. He leaned to lick off the S in Spencer. When he got to C, Morgan’s phone rang again. “I think this is a conspiracy.”
“Morgan.” Morgan waited till the flood of babble washed in from his ear. “Baby Girl, you know I love you. I would kill Kevin for you, but not over a computer game. You lost, just deal with it.” He clicked the phone shut and slammed it against the nightstand.
Reid didn’t move, he just stayed on the other side of the bed.
“Now what?” Morgan asked, not bothering to hide his frustration.
“Nothing, I’m just waiting for the phone to ring again.” Just as he finished, his phone started ringing. “Reid. Hey. No thanks, we’re little bit busy here. Have fun, bye.”
“Let me guess… J.J.?”
“Yeah, she and Rossi are taking that redhead from white-collar crimes for consolation drinks. Her term, not mine.”
“Consolation drinks?”
“She just got dumped. And Rossi just wanted to tag along, because according to him newly single women are the easiest kind. He talked about it when we were leaving the office.”
“Okay. Wait a minute.” Morgan got up from the bed and grabbed both his own and Reid’s phone. “I’ll be right back.”
He returned to the bedroom few minutes later with a relieved grin on his face.
“Open the chocolate sauce, I’m ready to burst.”
“What did you do with my phone?”
“I locked them to the laundry room with Clooney, if he can take a message, good for him. If he can`t they have to call again later. Now get naked.”
"Why couldn`t you just turn off the phones?"
"Frustration overruns common sense. Naked, now."