Fic: Accommodation (and Extras) (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, NC-17)
Title: Accommodation (and Extras)
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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Sequel to Accommodation
Morgan leaned back against on the bed. Reid was doing that thing with his tongue and Morgan was doing his best to handle his end of their deal. His moaning was covering up all the screams from the next room. He had to suppress the urge to grab Reid’s head and pull him all the way down on his cock. The genius was currently kneeling on the floor, devouring Morgan’s dick like it was a lollipop. His hair kept falling over his eyes, but Morgan could see the smug look on his face.
“Pretty Boy…. Baby…. Baby boy…..” Morgan’s mouth was now running on it’s own. He gathered all of his remaining willpower and gently pulled Reid up from the floor. “I want you in me right now.” He laid down on the bed and crooked his finger to beckon Reid.
Somebody knocked on the door.
“You didn’t order anything from the room service?” Reid asked suspiciously.
“We’ve been together all the time, when would I have had the time?”
“Right….”
Reid grabbed the complimentary bathrobe from the wall and wrapped it around himself. He opened the door. On the other side was a blond woman in mirror glasses and a policewoman’s uniform. She spotted Morgan on the bed and gave Reid a hurt look.
“You started without me? I know new people don’t always know the rules, but when we got a doublegig, we wait for the other one. It’s all about job safety!” She marched to Morgan, grabbed his hand and clicked her handcuffs to his wrists. “When we’re done you’re ass is gonna be sore for weeks. I’m the First Lady of Nightsticks.”
“What the hell are you doing?!” Morgan looked absolutely stunned.
The woman paused for a minute, then she started giggling. “Oh my…. This isn’t number twenty-four, isn’t it?”
“No, this is number fourteen.” Morgan shrieked. “In fact it’s written above the door!”
“Sorry, they switched the numbering when they did some remodelling, they had to tear down a lot of walls because there was a mould problem and-”
“And what?!”
“They switched the numbers and everyone keeps making mistakes with the numbers. Please. Don’t tell anyone about this, they’ll fire me!”
“Just….” Morgan took a deep breath and considered the situation. He was naked and cuffed by a strange woman while Reid was observing them like some bizarre behaviour pattern of a rare beetle. “Just go away and forget we’ve ever met.”
“Okay, thanks.” She gave Morgan’s bare body one more curious glance and galloped to the door.
“Hey! Your cuffs!”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” She scuttled back and uncuffed him. “Sorry, everyone who orders Policegal’s Special always loves the nightstick-part. I kinda got carried away. Sorry.” She took her cuffs and escaped as fast as she could.
“That was…. Interesting.” Reid commented once he had locked the door.
“Yeah, but she did have one good idea.” Morgan smirked. He went to his bag and pulled out a pair of padded handcuffs. “I had a feeling we might end up needing these. You wanna cuff me and start a cavity search like every bad cop should?”
“That’s not sexy talk.”
“Really? I thought it was…..” Morgan got down on all fours on the bed and wiggled his rear end for Reid. “Come on, I know you want to.”
“Morgan….” Reid pulled a bottle of lube from his bag. “Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“That wiggly thing. It carries some distinctly feminine undertones, and in this case it’s slightly disturbing.”
“Babe, I’m here with my bare ass in the air waiting to be cuffed. You really wanna have that kinda conversation right now?“
“You a point.” Reid smirked. He snapped the cuffs on Morgan`s wrists and linked them to the headboard, leaving him on all fours. Reid observed the scenery with a crooked grin and poured some lube on his fingers. “How do want it?”
“Get me ready and get in. We can take the scenic route later.”
“Okay.” Reid positioned himself behind Morgan, between his legs and started to prepare him with his fingers. Morgan kept on encouraging him with series of low murmurs and quite smutty descriptions of things he wanted Reid to do to him. Reid had worked his way up to three digits when there was a knock on the door.
“You got to be kidding me….” Morgan groaned. “Ignore it and keep going.” Reid pulled out and picked up his robe from the floor. He went to open the door.
“Whoever it is, send her away!” Morgan yelled from the bed. He tried to twist his head to see the person on the door, but the cuffs prevented him.
“It’s a he.” Reid deadpanned. “Wearing a donkey mask and carrying a side-saddle.”
“Tell him there’s no room for him in this barn.”
“Am I in the wrong room again?” The guy muffled from behind his mask.
“Let me guess….. You’re looking for number twenty-four?” Reid asked.
“Yeah.”
“This is number fourteen.”
“Sorry, I…” The guy glanced over Reid’s shoulder to have a look at Morgan on his compromising position. “Well, have fun, guys.” He left and Reid closed the door again.
“This officially the most humiliating night of my life.” Morgan complained.
“It’s not.” Reid sat down on the edge of the bed and ran his hand softly up and down the skin of Morgan’s buttocks. “Remember the time I was still living in my old place? When you stepped into the hallway in the morning for something and got locket out without your clothes?”
“That’s completely different! I wasn’t cuffed on all fours, lubed and ready to go! I was just naked and you know got nothing to be ashamed of in that department!”
Morgan was too busy ranting to notice that Reid’s fingers had invaded him once again. He paused and gave the genius a long look.
“You’re sneaky.”
“You’ve told me you love it when I’m sneaky.”
“I do. The good stuff, right now before we get more visitors.” Morgan pushed his butt against Reid’s digits, demanding some attention. Reid pulled out carefully and reached for the lube. He barely had time to prepare himself before the phone on the nightstand rang.
“Don’t answer it.” Morgan groaned. “If somebody from work wants to catch us, they would call our cell phones.”
“If I don’t answer it, they may come here to see that everything’s okay.”
“Answer it.”
Reid reached over to grab the receiver. “Number fourteen. No, you didn’t interrupt. Really? No, we didn’t notice.”
“Hang up!”
“No, we brought our own, but thank you.” Reid ended the call and pulled the nighstand drawer open. “Too bad….”
“What was that about?”
“They just wanted to let us know that there is some complimentary lube and condoms in the nightstand. Strawberry flavoured, apparently….”
“Reid!”
“Sorry.” Reid positioned his cock on his partners entrance. “Ready?”
“I’ve been ready for the last half an hour!” His complaints turned into a long moan. Reid pushed inside slowly, making him feel every inch. “That’s better….”
Morgan tried to meet Reid’s stokes, but the cuffs kept him firmly in place. The genius placed his hand’s on the other man’s back, caressing the tense muscles. Morgan melted into a pile of shaking flesh, moaning loud enough to drown all the noises from the next room. Reid’s hand snaked around his waist to grab his cock, and he started stroking it in sync with his thrusts. He came in a haze in of moans and groans, hardly even noticing the knocking on the door. Reid followed his example and came inside of him.
The two men were laying merrily in a sweaty heap when there was another knock on the door.
“This is not number twenty-four, go away!” Morgan practically screamed.
"No, but you have to admit that it makes you wonder." Reid mused.
"Wonder what?"
"What kinda people are staying in number twenty-four."