Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or Spiderman
A/N: I was not going to do a sequel to Uncomfortable, but someone mentioned that there could be Morgan/Reid slash, sooooo yeah…that's where this piece of ooc, fluffly, smutty nonsense came from
As they boarded the plane, sighs of relief were released by the team members as they felt the air conditioned air. The pool had kept them from dying of heat stroke for the two days they'd spent at the hotel, but they could only spend so much time in there. And not to mention Morgan had had to fight Reid to go every time. The nipple ring had been spotted by their team members, but they had kindly refrained from asking about it, thus far.
Emily and JJ said down at one of the tables, and Rossi went to the back, and before long the muffled sound of his snoring was heard. Reid was curled up on one of the couches, sleeping peacefully, and Morgan sat down in a chair. Hotch joined him, and for a long time there was silence between them. Hotch, unsurprisingly, was the first to speak.
"Morgan, may I ask you why Reid has…a piercing? It just doesn't seem like something he'd get…did you make him get it?" He spoke sternly, but the confusion was apparent in his voice. Morgan swallowed hard before speaking, to keep himself from laughing.
"No, Rossi made him get it because he wouldn't shut up."
Hotch let out a loud sigh, rubbing his hand over the side of his face. For a moment, Morgan wondered if Rossi or Reid would be reprimanded for their actions. However, after a moment, Hotch chuckled slightly, shaking his head.
"One more question, Morgan."
"I realize you and Reid are friends…but the way you were acting towards him was a little strange, and I just want to make sure it's not going to be an issue."
Morgan blinked, staring blankly at Hotch. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Sure, Morgan had been hovering over Reid whenever they went to the pool, but that was so no one would tease him. Morgan didn't think he'd been acting strangely towards Reid….okay, he had stared at Reid….a lot. But that was simply because it was strange to see Reid in swim trunks, as opposed to button up shirts, ties and vests. Derek Morgan had most certainly not been checking Reid out.
"I don't think I know what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do. I don't mind, but I just want you to make sure it doesn't get in the way of your job."
"I still don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes, Derek, you do know what I'm talking about. And it's okay. Just be careful with him."
With that, Hotch got up and walked away, sitting in the back, across the aisle from Rossi. Morgan frowned as he watched him go, folding his arms across his chest. Of course he knew what Hotch was talking about, but he wasn't about to admit it, not to Hotch, and definitely not to himself. Maybe he had been taking a little too much interest in how Reid's ass looked in the Spiderman swim trunks. But that didn't mean anything.
Before he knew what was happening, he was waking up, and the plane was landing, and they were walking out onto the tarmac, Reid stumbling, still half-asleep. The early morning air was much cooler here in Virginia, much to Morgan's relief.
As they all headed to their respective vehicles in the parking lot, Morgan noticed Reid heading towards the edge of the lot, hugging his go bag to his chest. Frowning, Morgan walked over to him, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Reid jumped slightly, giving him a confused look.
"Hey Reid, where do you think you're going?"
"Oh…I'm going to catch a cab…" He muttered, rubbing his eyes. Morgan suddenly forgot about what Hotch said, and what he refused to admit to himself, because all he could think was that there was no way in hell he was going to let a sleepy Reid get in a car with some creepy cab driver.
"I'll give you a ride."
Reid nodded, letting Morgan steer him back to Morgan's car. He climbed in the passenger seat, sitting down and putting his bag in his lap. Morgan got in on the other side, and started the ignition.
They drove on silently, Reid staring absent-mindedly out the window. Pulling up to Reid's apartment, Morgan reached over, shaking Reid slightly to get his attention.
"Oh, right…want to come in for some coffee?"
"Sure." Morgan kept his voice neutral, but, truth be told, he'd never been in Reid's apartment, and he was more than excited at the chance to see his apartment….and that's the only reason he was excited. He just wanted to see Reid's apartment. His stomach did not do a clumsy flip, and he was not excited at the prospect of spending more time with Reid. That didn't stop him from getting out of the car, and opening the passenger side door for Reid, and then helping him up.
They went up to the third floor, and Reid took out his keys, opening his apartment door. He tossed his bag into the living room, and went to the small adjacent kitchen, and immediately went to the task of making coffee. Morgan took this opportunity to look around.
The apartment was small. The kitchen consisted of a fridge, a stove, a counter with sinks and cabinets over it, and a small island towards the door of the apartment. The small countertop was made from salmon colored tiles, and was crowded with a microwave and a coffee machine, and various clean dishware.
The living room was tidier than the kitchen. The wall opposite to the kitchen consisted of a large shelf full of meticulously arranged books. The wall across from the door had several framed pictures of the team, Reid's mom, and some people Morgan didn't know. Under the pictures was an old purple couch pushed against it, along with a side table, on which were several books and science journals. There was no tea table, but across from the couch was an old television, Reid's doctorates and various awards hanging, unframed on the wall around the television. Between the couch and the kitchen was a small hallway which had two doors facing each other.
Morgan sat down on the couch just as Reid came in, carrying two mugs of coffee. He handed one to Morgan, and then sat down next to him, cradling his own cup to keep himself from spilling it.
"I didn't put any sugar in yours."
Morgan nodded, taking a sip. "Thanks. Nice apartment."
Reid snorted slightly, shaking his head. "That's not what my last date said."
Morgan's eyebrows shot up. "Oh really…are you trying to say-" Reid's head jerked up and he stared wide-eyed at Morgan, suddenly going white before blushing slightly, obviously realizing what he'd said, and how it had sounded.
"I-I didn't mean it like that!" Reid squeaked, quickly turning his attention back to his coffee, taking a large gulp. He was biting his lip, and looked genuinely embarrassed. Morgan couldn't stop himself from grinning, but did manage not to laugh at Reid.
"Who was your last date?"
"Uh….nobody you know."
"Fine, don't tell me."
Reid just nodded and they finished their coffee in silence. Reid grabbed Morgan's mug and scampered off to the kitchen, before returning to sit next to Morgan again. He was fussing nervously with the edge of his shirt, making a point not to look up at Morgan.
"Sorry about that…I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Reid muttered, still staring down at his hands, looking nervous. Reid apparently hadn't noticed what Hotch had. Morgan let out a sigh, putting his arm around Reid's skinny shoulders.
"Calm down, kid, you didn't make me uncomfortable. It's fine, really."
Reid relaxed a little before nodding. When he looked up, his eyebrows were drawn together, and he looked upset.
"Reid, what's wrong?" Morgan asked, suddenly worried.
"Nothing….we're friends right?"
Morgan blinked, a little taken aback by the question. Why would Reid ask something like that? He paused to think, tightening his arm around Reid's shoulders, before he answered.
"I sure hope so," Morgan said, his voice lightly teasing. He didn't bother mentioning how much more he hoped for. Reid nodded, biting his lip. It was quiet too long for Morgan's comfort, so he broke the silence, saying, "why are you asking?"
"Just something Hotch said…." Reid muttered, but he just shook his head, looking up at Morgan with a small smile. The smile faded when Morgan's jaw dropped. His mind raced for what Hotch could have said to Reid to make him question their friendship, especially after his own conversation with Hotch.
"Reid, what did Hotch say?"
Reid shifted uncomfortably, his smile vanishing as he looked back down at his hands.
"Nothing, really…just asked me if I was spending too much time with you….we don't really hang out outside of work much, so I thought maybe I had gotten on your nerves, or something…I know I'm annoying…a-and I know I'm hard to deal with socially……I don't know."
Morgan felt his heart break at the slight crack in Reid's voice when he spoke. He had accused Reid, along with the other members of their team, of being a little annoying from time to time, but he had never really made a point to tell Reid how much he appreciated having him around, unless it was to praise him for breaking a case with some random, obscure fact.
Without really thinking about it, Morgan gathered Reid's thin form into his arms so that his friend was curled up in his lap. When Reid timidly returned the hug, Morgan brought one hand up to cup Reid's jaw, and tilted his head up. There was a brief moment where Reid stared at him confusedly, but that didn't last long, because Morgan moved forward, pushing his lips against Reid's.
For a moment, Morgan wondered if he had just made the biggest mistake in his life. Reid's body tensed and his lips didn't move against Morgan's. However, before Morgan could pull away, Reid relaxed, shifting to a more comfortable position with his knees on either side of Morgan's thighs, his arms winding around Morgan's neck.