Fic: Resident Doctor 2/3 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan)
Title: Resident Doctor 2/3
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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“Are you good now?”
“Not really.” Reid commented. “First of all, I don’t have a cold and I’m not going
into a shock.”
“So?”
“So there’s really no need to cover me up with blankets.”
“Well… you’re sick, sick people should be kept warm.”
“It’s not even cold and I don’t need added weight on my ribs.”
“Fine.” Morgan grabbed the blankets away from Reid. “Better now?”
“Yeah.”
“You wanna eat something?”
“What do you have?”
“Nothing, I was gonna order something and go to the store when you go to sleep.”
“Chinese?”
“If you want. With chopsticks?”
“It’s not nice to tease a someone, who’s recuperating.”
“Sorry. I couldn’t help it….”
“You can never help it….”
“So Chinese. You want to stay on the couch?”
“As long as you keep that mountain of blankets away from me.”
“You need to rest. Tell me when you wanna go to bed and I’ll carry you.”
“I got a broken arm and two broken ribs, I can walk.”
“But you need your rest.”
“I slept last night in the hospital, I slept the ride to the airport, I slept the whole
flight, I slept on the ride here, I’m as well rested as I can be.”
“Fine, I’ll call our order. You want your usual?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be right back.”
When Morgan returned to the living room few minutes later, Reid was fast asleep,
snoring and drooling against the cushions.
----------------------------------------------------
“Pretty Boy?”
“Hmmmmm…..?”
“Are you awake?”
“No…..And how did I end up in bed....”
“It’s nine in the morning and I carried you. You want breakfast? We got some
Chinese from last night, yours is still untouched.”
Reid kicked off the covers and stretched as leisurely as his ribs allowed.
“Don’t do that.” Morgan commented.
“Do what?”
“Stretch like that.”
“Why not?”
“At least keep your legs together. That scene causes some pretty raunchy
mental images.”
“So?”
“Don’t do that when we can’t do anything about it.”
“Why not?”
“You need to ask?”
“Well, it’s merely a question of logistics, choices of positions, general pace-”
“Don’t talk like that! This is uncomfortable already.”
“Uncomfort-” Reid paused and his gaze slipped down Morgan’s body. “Oh…”
“Yeah, oh.”
“Sorry….”
“It’s okay.”
“No, I really am sorry. It must be really frustrating to think about all the things
we did before we went New York, like that thing where I-”
“You’re really not helping!”
“Sorry!”
“Can we just get breakfast now?”
“Sure.” Reid got up carefully, minding his aching ribs.
Morgan watched him carefully. “You want your pain meds now?”
“No, they make me sleepy.” Reid pulled his robe to his shoulders. “Where’s
my Chinese?”
“In the kitchen.” Morgan followed him to the kitchen and dug the food cartons
from the fridge. “That one’s yours.”
“Thanks.” Reid took a fork and started eating. “This is still pretty good.”
“Yeah. And….”
“What?”
“Don’t think about that…. topic we talked about in the bedroom.”
“Why not?”
“I mean there’s no hurry. I can wait.”
“I’m not sure if I believe you….”
“Fine, I admit it. It’s frustrating. When we went on that gig in New York, I pictured
all the stuff we could do when we don`t need to share a hotel room with Hotch.”
“We can try some stuff after breakfast.” Reid mumbled through a mouthful of food.
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“We just need to be careful. “Reid blushed. “And you always like it when I’m
on top.”
Morgan almost choked on his food and started gagging it back up. Reid patted
him on the back a few times.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m…. I’m fine.” Morgan panted. “And don’t say stuff like that!”
“Why?”
“Because it’s not you! Hearing you talk about sex is like…. Like…. Like listening
to me babbling about statistics. It’s unnatural!”
“Morgan.”
Morgan took a deep breath to calm down. “Yeah?”
“Do you want to try it or not?”
“You wanna try?”
“I asked you first.” Reid countered.
“Yeah, I want to try.”
“Good.” Reid put his empty food carton to the bin. “You finish your food, I’ll
write a list of possible positions.”
TBC
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Criminal Minds Main List
“Are you good now?”
“Not really.” Reid commented. “First of all, I don’t have a cold and I’m not going
into a shock.”
“So?”
“So there’s really no need to cover me up with blankets.”
“Well… you’re sick, sick people should be kept warm.”
“It’s not even cold and I don’t need added weight on my ribs.”
“Fine.” Morgan grabbed the blankets away from Reid. “Better now?”
“Yeah.”
“You wanna eat something?”
“What do you have?”
“Nothing, I was gonna order something and go to the store when you go to sleep.”
“Chinese?”
“If you want. With chopsticks?”
“It’s not nice to tease a someone, who’s recuperating.”
“Sorry. I couldn’t help it….”
“You can never help it….”
“So Chinese. You want to stay on the couch?”
“As long as you keep that mountain of blankets away from me.”
“You need to rest. Tell me when you wanna go to bed and I’ll carry you.”
“I got a broken arm and two broken ribs, I can walk.”
“But you need your rest.”
“I slept last night in the hospital, I slept the ride to the airport, I slept the whole
flight, I slept on the ride here, I’m as well rested as I can be.”
“Fine, I’ll call our order. You want your usual?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be right back.”
When Morgan returned to the living room few minutes later, Reid was fast asleep,
snoring and drooling against the cushions.
----------------------------------------------------
“Pretty Boy?”
“Hmmmmm…..?”
“Are you awake?”
“No…..And how did I end up in bed....”
“It’s nine in the morning and I carried you. You want breakfast? We got some
Chinese from last night, yours is still untouched.”
Reid kicked off the covers and stretched as leisurely as his ribs allowed.
“Don’t do that.” Morgan commented.
“Do what?”
“Stretch like that.”
“Why not?”
“At least keep your legs together. That scene causes some pretty raunchy
mental images.”
“So?”
“Don’t do that when we can’t do anything about it.”
“Why not?”
“You need to ask?”
“Well, it’s merely a question of logistics, choices of positions, general pace-”
“Don’t talk like that! This is uncomfortable already.”
“Uncomfort-” Reid paused and his gaze slipped down Morgan’s body. “Oh…”
“Yeah, oh.”
“Sorry….”
“It’s okay.”
“No, I really am sorry. It must be really frustrating to think about all the things
we did before we went New York, like that thing where I-”
“You’re really not helping!”
“Sorry!”
“Can we just get breakfast now?”
“Sure.” Reid got up carefully, minding his aching ribs.
Morgan watched him carefully. “You want your pain meds now?”
“No, they make me sleepy.” Reid pulled his robe to his shoulders. “Where’s
my Chinese?”
“In the kitchen.” Morgan followed him to the kitchen and dug the food cartons
from the fridge. “That one’s yours.”
“Thanks.” Reid took a fork and started eating. “This is still pretty good.”
“Yeah. And….”
“What?”
“Don’t think about that…. topic we talked about in the bedroom.”
“Why not?”
“I mean there’s no hurry. I can wait.”
“I’m not sure if I believe you….”
“Fine, I admit it. It’s frustrating. When we went on that gig in New York, I pictured
all the stuff we could do when we don`t need to share a hotel room with Hotch.”
“We can try some stuff after breakfast.” Reid mumbled through a mouthful of food.
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“We just need to be careful. “Reid blushed. “And you always like it when I’m
on top.”
Morgan almost choked on his food and started gagging it back up. Reid patted
him on the back a few times.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m…. I’m fine.” Morgan panted. “And don’t say stuff like that!”
“Why?”
“Because it’s not you! Hearing you talk about sex is like…. Like…. Like listening
to me babbling about statistics. It’s unnatural!”
“Morgan.”
Morgan took a deep breath to calm down. “Yeah?”
“Do you want to try it or not?”
“You wanna try?”
“I asked you first.” Reid countered.
“Yeah, I want to try.”
“Good.” Reid put his empty food carton to the bin. “You finish your food, I’ll
write a list of possible positions.”
TBC