A/N: Hi, I'm new to this fandom although I have loved the show for years. I just wanted to try my hand at writing for this pairing. PLEASE review and let me know if I got it right or not, all comments welcome! It is slash, but not too heavy. If I were to continue it, it would definitely take a sexier turn....thanks for reading!
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"Reid...let's go get a cup of coffee," Derek Morgan said, his rich voice creating more of a command than a request. He slung his bag full of case files over his shoulder and stared impatiently at his co-worker and friend.
"N-no thanks, I need to get home." Spencer Reid felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.
"Come on, pretty boy...don't be like this. We need to talk. I don't like how we left things last night."
Reid refused to meet his gaze, awkwardly fumbling with his car keys instead. "We left things fine. Everything's fine. I really need to go. I'll see you tomorrow," he said flatly and he started to head out.
"Wait!" Derek strode after the slender young man and grabbed his upper arm none too gently. "We're going to talk. As far as I'm concerned, it might as well be now. So, unless you want to take a chance on someone overhearing, I'd suggest we go get a cup of COFFEE. Make sense?"
For the first time, Spencer met Morgan's dark eyes. He dropped his gaze to the floor, but nodded.
"Fine. Where?"
"Java Hut. Come on, I'll drive."
"NO! I mean...I'll meet you there."
Morgan glared in aggravation and held up a warning finger. "You better. Or I'll be on your doorstep so fast--"
"I'll be there, I'll be there! Let's go."
Reid followed the huskier man out the door and they went to their respective cars. A few minutes later, they met at the coffee house. They each made their order at the counter, and with drinks in hand, found a relatively isolated table. They both sat uncomfortably silent for several moments. Finally, Morgan spoke.
"Last night wasn't any big deal, you know."
Reid shifted self-consciously in his chair and didn't respond, but Morgan caught the condescending roll of his eyes.
"You'd had a lot to drink, and so did I. It's not so surprising. Hell, if we were in college, we'd of--"
"We're NOT in college. We're grown men, and we...." Reid stopped himself from vocalizing the shameful event of the night before.
"We made out a little." Morgan wasn't one to skirt around an issue. He watched with some amusement as Reid's cheeks took on a red hue. "Come on, Reid--hasn't anything like that ever happened to you before?"
"NO!! Absolutely not...." asserted the skinny young man defiantly.
"Really. Well, don't tell me you've never thought about it?"
"NO."
"Never? Really. Even as a teenager? Never had a passing thought about a teacher, a rock star...a friend?"
"NO."
Morgan smiled indulgently and shook his head. "Well, you must be one hard-core testosterone-driven son of a bitch then, huh?" he teased. Reid sighed and sipped his coffee, trying not to rise to the bait.
"You must be a regular pussy-loving, titty-lickin' stud, am I right?"
"Will you please stop it?" Reid asked quietly.
"You've had me fooled! I bet you've got a secret life as a big time player, and I mean PLAY-ah, don't ya, pretty boy?"
"I need to go...."
Morgan clamped a big hand down on a thin wrist. "If I sound surprised, it's because--you sure didn't act like it last night."
"I was drunk."
"Ok. I understand that. But can you honestly look me in the eye and say...you didn't like it? Just a little?"
"Look, Morgan, I only came here because I thought we could smooth over...an awkward moment between us. Something that happened because of, uh, booze and, well, emotion...I was upset. You tried to make me feel better, and...it just happened. It didn't mean anything, and it'll never happen again, and I wish you would just, you know, drop it. Just...drop it."
Derek sighed and stared at his friend until he finally raised his eyes and looked at him. Then the handsome profiler spoke with quiet heat.
"Spencer...for a damn genius, you sure do have a problem interpreting a set of simple clues sitting right out in plain sight. All right. I will drop it. But I'm not saying that I won't pick it up again. Later, when you're ready. Understand?"
"You completely misunderstood me last night, Derek. I'm sorry...I'm sorry I gave you the wrong idea."
Morgan stood up and started to leave, then thought better of it. He stepped back to Reid's side, leaned down and spoke into his ear with controlled passion.
"There was nothin' wrong with what we did last night. Nothin'. One day I hope you'll see that. 'Cause we're wasting a lot of time, and in our business, time is a luxury we just don't have." He straightened up and pulled his car keys out of his pocket. When he spoke again, it was in his normal light-hearted tone.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Think about what I said. And--if you want to talk about it some more, I'm here. Anytime. Ok?"
"I'll see you tomorrow, Morgan. Good night." Reid continued to studiously examine his coffee cup.
Morgan shook his head. "Good night, pretty boy. Ball's in your court." With that, the tall profiler strode off, leaving Reid to diligently rationalize away all the difficult notions his co-worker had strewn around in his excessively orderly mind.