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“Do you think I look gay?”
Morgan realized he had been staring the moment Reid spoke. He tore his eyes away from the younger man’s body.
“W-what?” He stammered.
“When they decided to track down the unsub in this---kind of place.”
“Gay bar. You can say that, you know.” Reid blushed a pretty shade of red, and Morgan shifted, his trousers suddenly too tight.
“They went directly for us. I mean, they didn’t even think about anyone else. Just went for us. Do you think I look gay?”
“I---“
“I know you know. If you didn’t, would you still…know?” He actually knew he wasn’t making much sense, but still he was expecting some kind of answer, Morgan could see that, even if the genius was not making eye contact.
“Pretty boy, it’s just a cover. “
“Why are you so laid back? If they---”
“If they knew we’ve been together for 4 months? I wanted to tell ‘em, you’re the one who’s acting like it’s a big deal.” As Reid flinched at the words and stared at his lap, Morgan took a calming breath, realizing he sounded harsher than he intended.
“You look stunning, you know?” he changed topic lowering his voice, putting his hand on Reid’s tight and squeezing lightly.
“I look like every day” He was still avoiding his eyes.
“No, you’re wearing jeans. I like them. I like you in them.”
“I noticed. Would you please stop groping me?” He couldn’t see it because of the faint lights of the club, but he was sure Reid was blushing ever more than before.
“Why? It’s a gay bar and we’re supposed to mingle and I’m sure if I don’t do something one of the many who’re staring at you will come here and hit on you.”
Morgan stood up, nearing the genius and forcing him to look up and he circled his neck with warm hands, stoking his cheeks bones with the thumbs.
The kiss was slow and lazy, Morgan biting Reid’s lower lip right before soothing it with his tongue.
He pulled away smiling at how flushed his boyfriend was.
“Beside that, would you imagine Hotch and Rossi in here? Old married couple looking for the thrill.”
Reid snorted as he tried to regain some composure, shifting on the stool.
Morgan’s smirk slowly faded away. He looked at his watch and switched on the microphone.
“He’s coming trough the door right now. “ Prentiss’ voice came a bit scratchy but clear to their ears.
“Wait ‘till he picks up someone and heads out. Then follow him.”
Morgan looked up nodding, when he saw his boyfriend absolutely frozen, a look of pure horror on his face.
“I---I hadn’t switched the microphone off.”
“So they heard everything?”
“Pretty much.”
**
The day after Morgan came in the bullpen alone - Reid was still trying to get his breath controlled at the thought of having to face anyone - pretending not to notice as his baby girl collected rounds of the bet she sure had going on with a grin plastered on her face.