Title: New York, New York
Author: icky_crane
Rating: Restricted.
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Spoilers/Warnings: Does romance and fluff count as something to be warned about, if so, then I warn you now.
Summary: "pence, Pretty Boy, we have time for that later."
Disclaimer: Pure, Ungodly, Fiction.
Author's Note: Dedicated to the lovely hpw5011, sorry it took so long love! I had a lot going on this past week O_O

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"Come on, kid, wake up," Spencer was rather set on not opening his eyelids, it wasn't often he got to sleep past seven in the morning, and now Morgan was trying to interrupt that, shaking Spencer senselessly.

"Okay, okay. I'm up, I'm up," Spencer groans, sitting up and looking around the room with blurry eyes. Morgan came into view first, sitting across from Reid on the edge of the bed already dressed. Now, that was odd.

"Why do you have clothes on?" Spencer questions, voice laced with sleep and slight curiosity. Derek simply laughed at him, tousling his lovers soft hair before moving to stand.

"We've got a plane to catch."

"We do?"

"Mhm."

"Do we need our go bags?"

"Nope, but you will need a change of clothes."

Reid sat dumbfounded, curiosity reaching an all time high as Morgan trudged his way through Spencer's closet, pulling out a suitcase he knew to be there.

"Where are we going?"

"New York."

"Why are we going to New York?"

"Must you question everything, Reid?"

"Yes."

Spencer answers, arms crossed as he gave a slight pout, mind you, he was still completely naked. Morgan just gave him an honest look, cupping Reid's face in his warm hands as he lent down to kiss him softly on the lips.

"Romantic getaway," was the only response Spencer got as Morgan began to pack random bits of his clothing. Spencer still made no attempt to get up, but there was an undeniable smile to his face. A romantic getaway just for him...

"When does the plane leave?" Spencer asks, Morgan's eyes peer down to his watch before looking to the other male again.

"Two hours."


Four and A Half Hours Later
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"Did you know the first American chess tournament was held in New York in 1843?" Spencer and Derek sat side by side, stuck in the airport, flight delayed due to so-called bad weather. It was obvious to the younger male that Derek was getting vehemently annoyed, his perfect plan put on hold, but in all honesty, Spencer was just happy to be there with him.

"Really now?"

"Mhm, and did you know that New York City has 722 miles of subway track."

Morgan played along, pretending to be fascinated by the statistics Reid was babbling off till their plane finally did arrive. For a two hour trip the wait hardly seemed worth it. Morgan was determined that they would have gotten there sooner by car.

Sooner or later they made it to the hotel Morgan had acquired for their stay, it was a lovely room with quick room service, a spacious king sized bed with silk sheets, and a plasma television.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Ready, yes. Where are we going?"

"Reid, baby, everyone goes to see the Statue of Liberty," Morgan states, and for some reason he looked just so kissable right then, at any given moment really, but right now there was nothing Reid wanted to do more than kiss him. Slender limbs willed themselves forward, light brown eyes peering determinedly at Derek as the other man took a step backward.

"pence, Pretty Boy, we have time for that later," he attempts to sway Spencer, backing himself unintentionally into the wall as the other man continues forward, eyes never losing their intensity as he trails his long finger tips down the broad of Derek's chest. He tried to resist, but his restraint quickly faltered as Reid placed a slew of kisses along Derek's jaw, settling on his pulse point as Spencer teased him with his tongue.

"You're going to kill me, you know that?" Morgan barely rasps out, hands toying in Reid's lushes locks as he gives a soft 'hmm' in response, both of their attentions settling onto the bed.

"I even bought you roses," Morgan hums, smiling charmingly against Reid's lips as they both drop down onto the mattress. That nice dress shirt of his is gone within mere seconds as Reid's hands study the hard muscle in Morgan's back as he leans over the young genius, kissing along his milky smooth collarbone and commenting on just how gorgeous his lover was.


All the plans Morgan had made for the tow of them had flown straight out the window, and right now, he couldn't be bothered. No, not as he removed Spencer's briefs, licking at the soft, elegant slope of his right hip, how much Morgan loved him he would never be able to describe.

"Derek, God Derek! Right there," he moans, and Morgan is truly happy to please. Happy to not be creeping around Spencer's apartment at eleven o'clock at night, or setting up a date ten miles outside of there respective households. In all reality, for them, this was a true vacation, just being able to be who they were together without looking over their shoulder's constantly.

"Telly me what you want," Morgan beckons, ready and willing to do anything and everything Reid would ask of him. The shaky intake of breath Spencer took was enough to cause a primal widespread heat to course through his entire body, it felt as though Derek would catch fire simply by the way the other male looked at him. Derek wanted Spencer, now and forever, and he was willing to do just about anything to make sure that happened.

"I want you. God I need you in me, Derek," he breathes harshly, hands tugging sharply at the sheets above his head, golden lining standing out amongst the pale of his skin. Derek slips away for a moment, quickly going through his suitcase and retrieving the bottle of lube he knew full well to be there. Dark eyes hinge in absolute pleasure as he focuses abruptly on Spencer's body, sprawled naked, sweat pooling in the deep crevices of his long, neat muscles. One hand playing with himself as Derek let out a predatory growl.

Reid knew that Morgan hated when he did that. Reid didn't own that part of his anatomy anymore, Morgan did.

"Pretty boy, you know I don't approve of you touching yourself like that without my permission," Morgan says, voice low. The look in Reid's eyes are the most devious he has ever seen, the most lust-filled, and it sends a sudden jolt through his body the way he has him captivated like that with a simple glance.

"Then you should take care of it then," Spencer contends, and it's all Derek needs before removing the plastic cap and pouring a generous amount of the warm substance onto his fingertips.

"You want it fast or slow, Spence?"

"Derek," Spencer's fingers curl around Derek's wrists, forcing his right hand down near his lovers entrance as he pulled back, testing him.

"Fast or slow," he repeats, and the expression on Spencer's face is of pleasured torture, cause only by him.

"low it is then," Morgan chooses not to hold on him any longer, he couldn't even if he really wanted to, and he most certainly did not want to.

Pressing a single digit into Spencer, Derek takes note of how his slender legs fall further apart, body willing away any and all tension.

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Derek always took his time preparing Spencer, no matter what. He would never take the risk of hurting the younger male, and that meant something to Spencer, it meant everything. The initial burn never put Spencer off, the tenderness Morgan put into every heated kiss always put him at ease.

"till there, pretty boy?" Derek questions, and Spencer's eyes open just long enough to show him that he was. Back arching high off the bed as Derek prepared to enter him.

They became one then, just a pair of hips rocking to meet each other, compliment each other. As Derek's teeth nipped and marked Spencer's elegant neck, and his hand intertwined with his own, Spencer felt a pool of warmth spread over him, consoling him, wiping away everything that wasn't Derek.


Seven Hours Later
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There is heavy breathing, a lazy mess of limbs, and a slew of room service strung through out their hotel room. Spencer's head upon Derek's chest, as the older agent strokes through his hair nonchalant, two pair of eyes are both closed loosely.

"Are we ever going to leave this room?" Derek questions, breaking the peaceful silence that had fallen over them.

"We still have tomorrow don't we, we can go then."

"Or not."

"Or not."

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