Title: Distraction
By: archilymn
Pairing: Reid/Morgan
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 730
Disclaimer: Not mine, but wouldn't it be lovely?
A/N: My entry for the CM Kink Meme of forever ago, prompt: Body Parts.
PS; I suck at titles

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His hands.
The first thing Morgan noticed was his hands.

They had been on the jet on their way to a case -- murdered prostitutes, the unsub had escalated, killing a cop; pretty mild stuff -- and Reid had been innocuously skimming the sheriff's statement, his face a mask of concentration. His fingers moved rapidly down the file, their touch light -- almost a caress. The skin was pale and without calluses, Morgan wondered if they felt as soft as they looked. Wondered how they would feel tracing down his body, instead of that paper.

Hotch approached Reid, asked him something, and Reid must have replied with some sort of statistic or useless fact, because his eyes had that sort of light to them --
How would they look darkened with lust? --
and his hands were gesturing wildly. Hotch left with a shake of his head and the ghost of a smile.

Reid's hands were always moving, Morgan noted, but especially so when he was speaking passionately. He chalked it up to the genius' mouth being unable to keep up with his brain -- using his hands as some sort of compensation.
Would they still be so wild with Morgan on top of him, with Reid's brain so bogged down with pleasure that he could barely from words? Would they thrash and grip at sheets? Or would they be too busy elsewhere?

Morgan almost groaned audibly, slumped down in his chair, turned his music up. He could almost feel a pair of intense hazel eyes burning into his scalp.

- - - - -

They had located the unsub, Terrence Callohan, the next time it happened. He had taken refuge in the basement of an old dog kennel, after having been spotted abducting his next victim -- the daughter of one of his former.

He and Reid had taken the head of the entry unit, both held their guns cocked, Morgan preparing to kick down the front door. That's when he noticed the delicate angle of Reid's wrist when he held the firearm. The way the pale skin stretched over sharp bone, so smooth. He could see the tendons flexing and unflexing as Reid prepared himself for the inevitable faceoff.
Would the skin bruise easily? Would the cold metal of handcuffs send goosebumps down Reid's long arms to his chest, the chill causing his nipples to perk? What kind of noises would he make if Morgan were to take them into his mouth, sucking and nipping? Would his voice rise as it did when he was desperate, or lower as it did when he was confident?

Reid was looking at him, puzzled, asking a question:
What's wrong? What are you waiting for?
Morgan shook his head and made short work of the flimsy wooden door.

- - - - -

The case had been a success, they had apprehended Terrence and rescued the girl, Veronica. She had been relatively unharmed and, during her medical exam, had taken quite a liking to young Doctor Reid.
Morgan had forced himself to push down the initial wave of jealousy, and instead focus on the lovely shade of pink Reid's cheeks had turned as he stammered out some excuse causing him to leave her side. He couldn't, however, ignore the relief he felt when Reid left her, joining him instead. Morgan grinned, ruffled his hair, and walked away, his grin only widening as he pictured Reid, indignant, smoothing the mussed hair back into place.

- - - - -

That night, Morgan's routine masturbation was punctuated by images of Reid. His hands, wrists, chest, lips, those long, lean legs wrapped snugly around Morgan's waist. In his mind, his hand was Reid's, those pale, slender fingers brushing lightly -- teasingly -- over his heated flesh. Somehow he knew exactly what Morgan liked, though that wasn't unusual; the kid was a genius. Certainly skilled with his mouth.
Reid's mouth, usually so preoccupied spouting statistics, now wrapped around the base of Morgan's cock, his full lips stretched thin as his throat constricted and released around the head. Morgan would run his large hands over Reid's back, up his graceful neck -- the genius would moan, the vibrations sending another thrill of pleasure to the base of his spine -- to tangle in the hair that he loved so much to touch, forcing his face farther onto Morgan's lap.

And Morgan came, Reid's -- Spencer's -- name on his lips.

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