Title: Superficialities:Body (Morgan)
Authour: prettychemistry
Rating: M - adults only!!
Warnings: M/M sex, swearing
Pairing: Reid/Morgan
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds belongs to people that are not me
Dedications: This part is dedicated to whoever has that Morgan icon "arm porn", which inspired this. (And is awesome.)
Spoilers: none, just general trends from the show. nothing that has to do with plot.
Summary: Just a scene from an established R/M ship. PWP.

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When he first started working out, it was, as he told Reid, for survival. Build muscle, speed, stamina; build an arsenal of techniques from martial arts class just in case he needs them. But as time went on, as he got more distance from his past and started feeling safer, it felt okay to let it be a little bit about vanity. Keeping up with martial arts required time and a regular schedule - two things the BAU left him quickly and firmly without. So more time at the gym, then, and more choices. What to work on? What kind of goals to set?
 
He comes to miss it, though. Fighting. It's an outlet he finds, more and more, that he needs. He finds his answer - the boxing gym is minutes from his house, open 18 hours a day. He keeps up his regular morning routine at his usual place, but he adds this in, and it's crazy how quickly working out becomes fun again.
 
One night, after he's made the detour over there for an hour or so after work, he comes home sweaty and spent, but oddly energized, like a static charge under his skin, because he knows from the smile he got as he was leaving the office that Spencer will be there waiting.
 
He finds Spencer in the bedroom, displayed on top of the covers of Derek's bed, wearing only his boxers. The pale man is hard already, watching the door through the haze of his messy long hair, his eyes saying I'm so ready so you better be. Derek pauses in the doorway, taking a moment to appreciate this. He's not going to let himself gloss over these moments until he's taking this for granted - not a chance.
 
"Don't keep me waiting longer than I have to, Derek," Spencer breathes, one long-fingered hand moving confidently to settle over the bulge in his underwear.
 
"No, Sir," Morgan grins, pulling his own shirt off before climbing onto the bed, covering that wayward hand with his own larger one. They kiss, and Spencer's hands are all over him, not only eager but decidedly greedy.
 
"You could'a told me. I could'a put off boxing practice," Derek murmurs into his lover's neck as he licks his way downward.
 
"No," Spencer manages to say firmly, tilting his head to the side to make room for this welcome behaviour. "No, the boxing is a good thing."
 
"Yeah?"
 
The doctor's hands are rubbing down from his shoulders to his biceps, feeling him up a little - "I'm in love with your arms," he confesses, and it fades to a moan because Derek's tongue is swirling in his clavicle now, and he likes that, grinds his cock up into the larger man's hand. "I've just been sitting here, thinking about you, waiting..."
 
"Waiting for what?" Derek murmurs, helping his lover shimmy out of his underwear.
 
Spencer kisses him. "For you to take me - fast and hard, like you've been waiting for me, too."
 
Derek doesn't want to admit he was, that sometimes he feels like he's been waiting his whole adult life to feel this - it'll sound lame, it'll sound like I love you, which he's not ready to say just yet, in case he scares Reid off. So he lets the moment pass, and he does what he's told. It's no hardship.

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