Fanfic: Tonight, I'm Gonna Be A Little Selfish [2/4]
Title: Tonight, I'm Gonna Be A Little Selfish [2/3?]
Author: freakingdork
Rating: FRM
Characters: Morgan/Reid
Word Count: 1110
Note: Originally written for kink!meme 4, slightly edited since then.
Summary: See part 1 for details.
*****
You Think You Got Me Where You Want Me
*****
Now that he'd finally woken Morgan up after what he considered to be a ridiculous number of attempts, he didn't know what to do once he came. In the back of his mind, Spencer had always known there could be consequences to his actions, but uncharacteristically, he'd never quite thought them all the way through. Would Morgan say something? Would Morgan avoid him? Would he blush every time Morgan did something even remotely friendly? Would he stutter when he felt Morgan's piercing gaze? Would he be able to hide the fact that he knew that Morgan knew that he knew what they both knew was happening at night? Should he even try?
But before he could worry too much, the afterglow of his orgasm lulled him into a deep slumber.
***
After Reid's little "show," Derek had stayed awake, contemplating what he wanted to do next. That one act had assuaged nearly all of the guilt he'd previously felt about his recent nightly habits and he started wondering if it was a challenge. Maybe he just wanted it to be one and maybe he was selfishly misreading Reid's signals, but the gears in his head attempted to grind out ways he could kick things up a notch anyway.
'Just in case,' he told himself.
***
He awoke slowly, his brain muddled and drowsy. It took him a few minutes to realize that he heard faint, muffled sounds coming from the bed behind him. In that moment, he was entirely grateful that he hadn't fallen asleep on his back or, heaven forbid, facing Morgan's bed because while he felt decently adept at feigning sleep by keeping his body and breathing relaxed, there was no way in hell he could have kept his first reactions - shock, arousal, a smug grin - from flashing across his face. He'd previously wondered if Morgan had been "putting on a show" when he masturbated at night. Even if he wasn't, this time seemed different. It was unsure and quieter, like waking Spencer was actually unintentional, while seeming a tiny bit desperate, as if Morgan, for one reason or another, hadn't pleasured himself before he'd fallen asleep. It reminded him of the first time he'd been woken in such a manner and that realization confused him further.
So instead of truly pondering the whole situation, he listened to the languid stroking of skin, to the way it changed to a slightly more slick sound as Morgan likely used some pre-cum to ease the friction, to the slight creak in the bed and occasional rustle of sheets, to the low, needy noises Morgan made in the back of his throat that accompanied by his increasingly heavier breathing, to how Morgan sped up and then slowed down, edging himself multiple times before finally letting himself cum. The sheets rustled some more and Spencer's face was neutral just in time for Morgan to pass by on his way to the bathroom.
With the shower running, he let his mind run wild with ideas. Planning his next move was a delicate process. If Morgan only wanted to be an exhibitionist and there was nothing more behind his actions, he was convinced that he needed to be able to brush off whatever he was about to do as an accident or a strange fluke. The last thing he needed was their friendship ruined by a misinterpretation of a rather precarious situation.
Even though he'd been expecting it once the water stopped, his head snapped towards the bathroom door, somewhat startled by the noise, to see Morgan clad only in a towel. Between all the very tempting skin being displayed before him and the realization that he hadn't even bothered to clean up before falling asleep, all he could do was blatantly stare.
"Morning pretty boy...bathroom's open if you need it. Forgot my clothes, so I'm just gonna change out here, m'kay?"
As Morgan faced his go-bag and started to tug at his towel, Spencer quickly dashed into the bathroom. The only thing running faster than his feet was his brain as he recognized, just like in chess, he needed to start thinking at least three steps ahead.
***
They caught the unsub only a few hours later and Derek was utterly relieved. The main reason was obvious - keeping other people from getting hurt was always the main goal - but he was also worried about Reid.
He knew he'd woken Reid up in the morning and he was still unsure if it was truly an accident because of how much he had hoped it would happen. Despite his new confidence that Reid was enjoying the voyeuristic aspect of his behavior, he wondered if coming out of the bathroom nearly naked and practically daring him to take a peek had been a good idea, given the way Reid rushed out of the room. He didn't want to embarrass Reid - though he would admit that making Reid blush could be fun every now and again - and he certainly didn't want to subject Reid to anything he didn't want. 'Maybe,' he tried to justify, 'it was just too much, too fast.'
Walking towards the jet, Derek was starting to wonder if he was a complete creep when a hand brushed up against his ass. He turned, slightly stunned to find Reid and his lop-sided grin staring back at him.
"Sorry! You know how my spatial relations aren't always the best, especially when I'm thinking too hard," the kid quipped with an exaggerated shrug.
"Uh, don't worry about it Reid," he responded, slightly puzzled.
As the week went by, it became apparent that Reid was only beginning to up the ante. Reid started standing close enough that Derek felt his breath on his neck, had been leaning over desks and touching him - purposefully and "accidentally" - more than normal, and kept bringing in phallic foods for lunch. Then were the bad puns and he didn't know if he wanted to laugh at the poor execution or push him up against a wall and take him right there in the bull pen. Worst of all was the fact that Reid had started flirting...with other men. Not only did it make him feel irrationally jealous, but the girls kept making comments about it. "Awww...our little Spencer is growing up," they cooed and as much as he wanted to comment about the rather "adult" things Reid had been doing, he knew how inappropriate that would be and settled for rolling his eyes instead.
He wasn't exactly sure how much he could get away with in public, so he waited, rather impatiently, for the next time they'd share a hotel room...
Author: freakingdork
Rating: FRM
Characters: Morgan/Reid
Word Count: 1110
Note: Originally written for kink!meme 4, slightly edited since then.
Summary: See part 1 for details.
*****
You Think You Got Me Where You Want Me
*****
Now that he'd finally woken Morgan up after what he considered to be a ridiculous number of attempts, he didn't know what to do once he came. In the back of his mind, Spencer had always known there could be consequences to his actions, but uncharacteristically, he'd never quite thought them all the way through. Would Morgan say something? Would Morgan avoid him? Would he blush every time Morgan did something even remotely friendly? Would he stutter when he felt Morgan's piercing gaze? Would he be able to hide the fact that he knew that Morgan knew that he knew what they both knew was happening at night? Should he even try?
But before he could worry too much, the afterglow of his orgasm lulled him into a deep slumber.
***
After Reid's little "show," Derek had stayed awake, contemplating what he wanted to do next. That one act had assuaged nearly all of the guilt he'd previously felt about his recent nightly habits and he started wondering if it was a challenge. Maybe he just wanted it to be one and maybe he was selfishly misreading Reid's signals, but the gears in his head attempted to grind out ways he could kick things up a notch anyway.
'Just in case,' he told himself.
***
He awoke slowly, his brain muddled and drowsy. It took him a few minutes to realize that he heard faint, muffled sounds coming from the bed behind him. In that moment, he was entirely grateful that he hadn't fallen asleep on his back or, heaven forbid, facing Morgan's bed because while he felt decently adept at feigning sleep by keeping his body and breathing relaxed, there was no way in hell he could have kept his first reactions - shock, arousal, a smug grin - from flashing across his face. He'd previously wondered if Morgan had been "putting on a show" when he masturbated at night. Even if he wasn't, this time seemed different. It was unsure and quieter, like waking Spencer was actually unintentional, while seeming a tiny bit desperate, as if Morgan, for one reason or another, hadn't pleasured himself before he'd fallen asleep. It reminded him of the first time he'd been woken in such a manner and that realization confused him further.
So instead of truly pondering the whole situation, he listened to the languid stroking of skin, to the way it changed to a slightly more slick sound as Morgan likely used some pre-cum to ease the friction, to the slight creak in the bed and occasional rustle of sheets, to the low, needy noises Morgan made in the back of his throat that accompanied by his increasingly heavier breathing, to how Morgan sped up and then slowed down, edging himself multiple times before finally letting himself cum. The sheets rustled some more and Spencer's face was neutral just in time for Morgan to pass by on his way to the bathroom.
With the shower running, he let his mind run wild with ideas. Planning his next move was a delicate process. If Morgan only wanted to be an exhibitionist and there was nothing more behind his actions, he was convinced that he needed to be able to brush off whatever he was about to do as an accident or a strange fluke. The last thing he needed was their friendship ruined by a misinterpretation of a rather precarious situation.
Even though he'd been expecting it once the water stopped, his head snapped towards the bathroom door, somewhat startled by the noise, to see Morgan clad only in a towel. Between all the very tempting skin being displayed before him and the realization that he hadn't even bothered to clean up before falling asleep, all he could do was blatantly stare.
"Morning pretty boy...bathroom's open if you need it. Forgot my clothes, so I'm just gonna change out here, m'kay?"
As Morgan faced his go-bag and started to tug at his towel, Spencer quickly dashed into the bathroom. The only thing running faster than his feet was his brain as he recognized, just like in chess, he needed to start thinking at least three steps ahead.
***
They caught the unsub only a few hours later and Derek was utterly relieved. The main reason was obvious - keeping other people from getting hurt was always the main goal - but he was also worried about Reid.
He knew he'd woken Reid up in the morning and he was still unsure if it was truly an accident because of how much he had hoped it would happen. Despite his new confidence that Reid was enjoying the voyeuristic aspect of his behavior, he wondered if coming out of the bathroom nearly naked and practically daring him to take a peek had been a good idea, given the way Reid rushed out of the room. He didn't want to embarrass Reid - though he would admit that making Reid blush could be fun every now and again - and he certainly didn't want to subject Reid to anything he didn't want. 'Maybe,' he tried to justify, 'it was just too much, too fast.'
Walking towards the jet, Derek was starting to wonder if he was a complete creep when a hand brushed up against his ass. He turned, slightly stunned to find Reid and his lop-sided grin staring back at him.
"Sorry! You know how my spatial relations aren't always the best, especially when I'm thinking too hard," the kid quipped with an exaggerated shrug.
"Uh, don't worry about it Reid," he responded, slightly puzzled.
As the week went by, it became apparent that Reid was only beginning to up the ante. Reid started standing close enough that Derek felt his breath on his neck, had been leaning over desks and touching him - purposefully and "accidentally" - more than normal, and kept bringing in phallic foods for lunch. Then were the bad puns and he didn't know if he wanted to laugh at the poor execution or push him up against a wall and take him right there in the bull pen. Worst of all was the fact that Reid had started flirting...with other men. Not only did it make him feel irrationally jealous, but the girls kept making comments about it. "Awww...our little Spencer is growing up," they cooed and as much as he wanted to comment about the rather "adult" things Reid had been doing, he knew how inappropriate that would be and settled for rolling his eyes instead.
He wasn't exactly sure how much he could get away with in public, so he waited, rather impatiently, for the next time they'd share a hotel room...