Fic: Early Morning (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan)
Title: Early Morning
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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“What are you doing?” Morgan yawned and walked into the living room. Reid turned to look at him and gave him a smirk.
“I’m checking all the TV shows I missed when we were in Nebraska.”
“Now? We got home at two in the morning, and we got all weekend. That’s a really bad excuse to leave me alone in bed. I don’t like waking up alone. I got a routine.”
“What routine?” Reid’s eyes had wandered back to the TV screen.
“My morning routine. I wake up, I kiss you and grope your ass, stretch, mess up your hair, and tell you it’s your turn to make coffee.”
“Did your mom read you fairytales?”
“What?”
“Fairytales. Like Goldilocks or Sleeping Beauty?”
“How did you jump from my empty morning to fairytales?”
“Those kids who have heard traditional fairytales early in their lives, often subconsciously associate sleep with unpleasant, uncontrollable things and events. That’s why they often use routines or objects to relief the tension, like teddy bears or woobies.”
“Did you just call me a little kid who wants his woobie?”
“No, I just wondered why you have centred your waking up routines around me.”
“Because it’s nice! The bed’s still warm and I’m half asleep and you’re warm and squishy.”
“I`ll take that as a compliment.” Reid grinned. “Sit down, I just finished watching weeks worth of Bold and the Beautiful.”
“I got a good timing….. What`s next?”
“Hmmmm…..” Reid tapped the remote, biting his bottom lip with concentration. “Mi gorda Bella.”
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s a telenovela from Venezuela.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Why are you watching it?”
“It’s fascinating how the demand of dramaturgy and the arch of drama varies depending on the nationality.”
“And?”
“And there’s a lot of nice looking men, bitchy women and continuous catfights.”
“That’s more like it….” Morgan smirked. “Let it roll, I’ll put the coffee on.”
When Morgan came back, Reid was completely emerged in the show. Morgan placed the cup of coffee on the table and sat down next to him.
“Anything good?”
“Bella is actually Valentina, but only few people know about it, because she’s planning a revenge on Olimpia and she ditched the fat suit. Juan Angel isn’t Orestes`s dad, Chiquinquira is faking her pregnancy to hold on to Orestes, Pandora was locked in the basement for a year and she’s now posing as a man while her love interest is starting to doubt his own sexual preferences.”
“Forget I asked.” Morgan took a sip from his own cup. “I think I liked it better when you had that Dynasty phase. At least then I knew those re-runs would end pretty soon.”
“Morgan, the formula of a Telenovela dictates that it’s run is predestined.”
“Okay, okay….” Morgan turned to the screen. “Wow…..”
On the TV screen two women were trying to scratch each eyes out while ripping each others clothes.
“I don’t know why, but that’s….”
“Fascinating?” Reid offered. “My theory would be that it is entrancing because it goes against the historically standardised stereotype of feminine behaviour. Of course that itself is not exactly accurate-”
“Babe.”
“I’m doing it again?”
“Yep.” Morgan confirmed. “What do you got after this?”
“Starsky & Hutch.”
“Okay, that`s more manly.”
“Manly? Did you read that article about the homoerotic overtones and subtext of that show?”
“There’s nothing erotic about two cops.”
“What about two feds?” Reid chuckled.
“That’s different. And Starsky and Hutch went out with women.”
“Remember that episode from the fourth season where they both try to hit on the same woman, and finally realise they’d rather have each other?”
“As friends!” Morgan tried, but he had to laugh. “Okay, that was a pretty gay show.”
They watched the TV in silence for a while. When the Starsky & Hutch titles appeared on the screen, Morgan turned to Reid again.
“So, which one?”
“What do you mean?”
“Starsky or Hutch? Everyone always got a favourite.”
“Hutch.”
“Are you kidding?” Morgan groaned.
“What’s wrong with Hutch?”
“I don’t know, he’s….. well, like Hotch, except Hutch can actually smile.”
“Hotch smiles! I think I saw it myself. Sometime last year.”
“Anyway, that guy’s not even good looking.”
Reid glanced to the screen and grinned. “He’s really good-looking. Long limbs, blond hair, blue eyes…..” He leaped into Morgan’s lap and pressed him against the cushions. “I have a theory.”
“About bouncing on your partner?”
“About you and Hutch.”
“What about me and Hutch?”
“I’m thinking you don’t like him because he’s the exact opposite of you. Knowing my taste in men makes you consider the factors I value in you, and you unleash your insecurities by lashing out on poor, innocent Hutch.”
Morgan grinned. “I hate it when you do that.”
“You love it when I do that. And don’t worry, I would never pick Hutch over you.”
“Are you sure about that?” Morgan`s hands wandered across Reid`s back.
“Yeah, have you heard him singing those horrible country songs…..”
"Pretty Boy......" Morgan took the remote and snapped the TV off. "We`re going back to bed."