I finally picked up my feet…yay! Sorry to keep you waiting.
This is my first stab at a (romantic?) scene with Sperick, but I'm not sure where this went.
Thank you for all your support and favoriting of this story, it means so much to me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ideas of awesome proportions…that Morgan Reid does exist. Too bad I don't own CM or these two lovely boys; I would have my wicked way with them. *sigh*
I need to know if I'm doing the most amazing couple in the world justice or not.
Please Reid, relax, and enjoy, and Comment (both poss. And neg.)
Morgan takes in a sharp breath, nails biting his palms as he works up the courage to knock.
"This is worse than Junior Prom." He thinks as he stands under the stars that wink enthusiastically in his wake.
Morgan raps his knuckles against the door, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding as the door jerks open and Reid pokes his head out the doorway.
Morgan almost looses it right there as Reid gives him the brightest smile.
"Reid, you look..." Morgan stumbles as he hands Reid a bouquet of dark roses.
Reid's stunning, fitted black slacks and a dark purple shirt, with a skinny black tie to match.
Morgan shutters as Reid smiles shyly, taking the flowers from Morgan's hand, stepping aside to let him in.
"Thanks. You look great yourself. Let me just put these somewhere, and we can get going. I'll be right back." Reid darts off to find a vase and water, as Morgan sits himself down in the kitchen.
He watches Reid flit around nervously, and when Reid finally sets the vase on the kitchen table, Morgan grabs Reid's wrist and pulls him close.
"Hey kid, you nervous?" Morgan gives Reid a half smile as Reid blushes and averts his eyes.
"I don't know why I would be…I mean I know you in a professional work setting…and outside of that as well. I've shared a bed with you, so why—"Reid stammers.
"D'you feel as though you're heart's about to pound out your ribcage? I for one am not afraid to admit, I'm scare outta my mind But I get it. I get it. I'm keepin' in mind that this is bringin' me closer to you," Morgan kisses Reid's palm, "and I can't complain."
"We should probably get goin'. I made reservations for 8, and it's already a quarter to." Morgan says. Reid side steps to let Morgan up and they walk to the car together.
The ride to the restaurant is quiet. Reid watches the city slip by, Morgan focuses on the road as light jazz wraps around them.
Driving with Morgan was a constant for Reid. He let Reid have his headspace, while Morgan focuses on the road. If Morgan was in a playing mood, it was infectious. It was everything Reid could hope for in a friend…
Morgan Parks the car.
""Oh, Amici's, I love this place!" Reid perks up as Morgan opens the door for him.
They enter the restaurant. The place was dimly lit, a relaxed atmosphere settled over the place as the quiet din of dinner soaks the air.
"Morgan, Reservation for two." Morgan tells the receptionist, who stared from Morgan to Reid and back again, a frown developing on his face.
"Wh…yes, Mr. Morgan, table for two. Right this way." He replies curtly before clipping off, ushering them quickly to their table.
"A waiter will be with you shortly" His voice is pinched as he seats them and rushes off.
"Sorry, Pretty Boy, I didn't—"Morgan starts.
"What are you apologizing for? It's not your fault that that guy is a bigot, or whatever. ..Morgan, why do you call me that?"
"Call you what?" Morgan quirks a brow.
"Pretty Boy. I've never fully understood…why. I mean I now see the implications, but I'm still uncertain…why?" Reid blushes.
"Did you know that nicknames are usually pet names of endearment or affection and are derived from a distinct characteristic of or the appearance of the subject? Or that the source is the Old English word eke, which means "as well as" or "in addition to?" The linguistic transition to nick, meaning "devilish," came later. To a stranger a nickname signaled the kind of person they were dealing with by exaggerating either the person's good or bad characteristics." Reid rambles.
"Pretty boy? Why do I call you that? Simply put, you are pretty. Actually, you're beautiful… and I guess that was a safe way for me to acknowledge that, and my way of subconsciously noting that I was attracted to you? Took me long enough to…realize it. I'm glad I did. It fits, you are Pretty Boy." Morgan says, skin reddening in a light blush, which shocks Reid more than usual— not so much Morgan's words(which were to be expected) so much as his physical reaction. Morgan blushes?
"Yes, I agree completely." A figure pops up at the table.
"Hello, I am Miguel and I will be your waiter tonight." Miguel hovers over Reid, smiling.
Awkward.
"I've worked here what seems like forever, and I've never seen you here before, are you new? To Amici's?" Miguel murmurs sweetly to Reid.
Reid just stares.
"Um, can we get a menu to order?" There's a steely edge to Morgan's voices as his tendon's clench in his forearms, straining from him holding back his annoyance.
"Oh, yes." Miguel is dismissive of Morgan, and keeps staring at Reid. He pulls out two menus and places them in front of them.
"Complements on the house." Miguel says as he pours a glass of red wine for Reid. Reid stares at the glass, speechless, and then at Morgan as if to say, can you please flick your wrist and make this guy forget what it's like to ever be in existence?
"Excuse, me, you're harassing my boyfriend and making us both highly uncomfortable. I would kindly ask if you would leave, and we receive another waiter…" Morgan's struggling to remain calm. Don't you mess with his Pretty Boy!
Miguel hold up his palms in a supplicant nature…
"I did not mean to offend, I was only voicing my appreciation for such beauty…I"- That's as far as he got before Morgan grabs him by the collar, jacking him up.
"Say one more word and I swear you'll be walking out of here with you a"—
"Morgan, Reid, what are you doing here?" J. J. walks up to their table before staring at Morgan puzzled.
"Come on, all I want is a little alone time with Reid. Is that too much to ask for?" Morgan rolls his eyes as he lets Miguel go, who scampers off to the kitchen of the Restaurant.
"Boyfriend? Really?" Reid squeaks.
"Huh? Where'd you think this was going, kid? I"— Morgan stops when he notice the whole team surrounding their little table.
"Give me a break! That's all I'm asking for." Morgan groans, as Garcia and Prentiss try to hold back their laughter. (*epic fail*)
J.J. smirks. "I knew it!" She squeals, jumping for joy.
Rossi has a smug look on his face, shaking his head.
"Really, you thought you two could keep something a secret? You two are the most transparent idiots; I mean that in a nice way, that I've ever known." Rossi says off handedly. "Congrats." He nods at them both.
Hotch quirks a brow.
"Both happy, won't interfere with work, no sex on the jet… we're good." Hotch dead pans, before cracking a smile.
"I got you Hotch." Morgan laughs and Reid squirms uncomfortably.
Garcia raises her hand.
"I protest the no having sex on the jet! Anyone agree?" She grins devilishly.
Morgan rolls his eye playfully.
"Nothing's a secret around you guys." Reid quips, smiling nervously.
"Well, if you don't mind, Reid and I are gonna try and find a nice quiet place to have dinner and enjoy each other's company." Morgan salutes them, as they all murmur their goodbyes.
"Oh, wait. For you Reid. Garcia roots in her purse, before retrieving a flat box.
He opens it, immediately turning a shade of scarlet.
Garcia snorts, as Morgan looks over Reid's shoulder, and chuckles.
He slides an arm around Reids waist holding him close. Reid still has an embarrassed look on his face, burying it in Morgan's shoulder as Morgan holds the offending item by a finger.
The Hot Pink fuzzy handcuffs swing slightly as Morgan looks at Garcia.
"I thought I told you not to give him a heart attack baby girl? I want to keep him if you don't mind, and this is gonna send him to an early grave."
"What can I say, everyone loves bondage sex?" Garcia laughs.
who doesn't?
end.
Thank you everyone for reading. Slash is fun isn't it?