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Flashpoint	By : lilijuliet Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 4095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Spark: Flame: Ashes: Smoke
- 2-Set My Soul On Fire
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Set My Soul On Fire - Chapter 2

You would not believe,

The way he touches me

He burns right through me

And I could not forget,

Every word he said

He always knew me

The earth could never hold,

This love that burns my soul

Heaven holds me

Oh heaven holds me

- Sing My Love, Kim Walker

He flung his socks and boots off to the corner of the living room and sat down on the gleaming hardwood floor inches away from the fireplace. As he watched the fire burn, Morgan allowed himself to zone out. He pulled his knees to his chest, faced the soles of his feet toward the fire and wiggled his toes, simply enjoying the warmth.

Behind him there was a slight commotion of plates being placed on the coffee table, and the television turned on. Reid headed into the kitchen once more and without looking Morgan knew he would soon be returning with drinks firmly in hand. In his daily life Reid was predictably routine and Morgan was careful to respect that. That meant he should get up and pick out a movie for them to watch right now. Or at least, pick up his boots and place them in their proper position beside Reid's. But he was glued to the floor.

"We're never going to eat tonight, huh?"

"Nah, Kid, I'm not hungry. Go ahead and eat without me."

"Now why would I do that?" Reid sidled up to Morgan. Tilting his head downward towards the floor, "May I?"

Morgan looked up, "Yes, of course." He forced a smile to his face.

Reid sat cross-legged on the floor, " A fireplace needs combustion air or constant airflow and fuel in order to work. While the esthetic is prized and romanticized, fireplaces are terribly ineffective heat sources. "

Morgan smirked, "Tell me something I don't know, Genius."

"In fact Benjamin Franklin-"

"That's not quite what I had in mind."

The mood darkened. For a while, an uneasy quiet enveloped them. Both men locked in on the fire dancing before their eyes. Reid thought he could taste the tension in the room, "Well, what did you mean?"

"For the last seven, eight months it's been the same thing. After a case you come over. If it's a week night you come straight from the BAU with me. If we're gonna get some time off or it's a weekend like tonight, you go home, grab...I don't know what. All of your necessities are already here," Morgan sighed.

He continued," I pick up some quick eats and meet you back here. You park in my spot in the driveway and let yourself in with your key. We eat, wind down with a movie or two. Fall asleep together. In the same bed. For almost a year, Reid, I share my bed with no one but you."

Morgan shrugged, "But that's okay. We both act if that means nothing. " Morgan finally allows himself to look over at Reid. Reid doesn't meet his glance, instead he remains focused on the fire.

When Morgan spoke again his voice was barely above a whisper, "At least I believed it meant nothing to you. Then...tonight was like every other night until you put your arms around me. Why tonight, Reid? Why?"

Reid licked his lips, his gaze still intent on the fireplace, "We've inadvertently created something amazing. I was thinking about that before you got here tonight. How normal it is. How wonderful to have-"

Reid abruptly stood and began to pace the living room. Morgan pulled himself off the floor and stretched. He didn't know whether he should try to force Reid to finish his thoughts or just call it a night. He was suddenly exhausted.

Their words tumbled over each other.

"Kid, I-"

"Did you know that a flashpoint is the lowest temperature at which the vapor of a combustible liquid can be made to ignite momentarily in air?"

Morgan shook his head at his love, "I'm going to bed."

"A flashpoint, a glance, a hug. A thought. A revelation," Reid poured out in a rush," that these nights and mornings with you are the most idyllic times in my life. It's what I look forward to. That I think of your home as my home. And then you were here and I felt like my heart was going to burst. And I didn't think...I just was overwhelmed with emotion. I wanted to hold you."

Morgan sank down into the sofa. He spoke with weariness in his voice, "You're not ready for this."

Across the room, Reid finally met Morgan's eyes, "When love simmers beneath the surface of everything you do, when do you allow it to ignite?"

"Okay. But then when you touched me, you went ice cold."

"I never thought it through. Whenever I've fantasized about our lives together I stop when I get to that part."

Hmmm, Reid fantasized about their lives together, Morgan thought. "You love me, you just don't want me."

"I think it's obvious that I want you, Derek. I responded to your body."

Morgan raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, "That means nothing. My body manifested a physical response to Buford and I sure as shit didn't want him." Morgan sat back and pointed, "It's that big ol' brain that I care about. That's telling you to stop. "

Morgan scrunched up his face and went for the jugular, "What did you tell me? That you're not homosexual?"

"If you feel for me a fraction of what I feel toward you, then I believe we are both pansexual...I simply meant to share that I have no prior homosexual experience, but it seems I overstated that."

"Bullshit! I was there Reid. You were repulsed."

"When I held you it was normal, when you first kissed me it was so right. I just didn't think it would heat up so fast. "

"You did that! You were humping me into the-"

Reid came over and gingerly straddled Morgan's lap, "Mm, I'd like to try that again." Reid touched his hands to the sides of Morgan's face and kissed him passionately.

"Dammit," Morgan caught his breath,"you're doing it again. Hot, cold, I never expected it to be this way, Baby."

Reid bore down again for another kiss, " Your words...you reminded me how good that felt. Do you know it's never felt that good?" He canted his hips in time with his words. "To just thrust against another person."

"Ah," Morgan couldn't stifle his groan. It had been far too long for him.

Emboldened, Reid began to snake his hands under Morgan's shirt.

Morgan's eyes darkened and his nostrils flared, "Spencer, don't start something you can't finish."

"Derek, we can talk, or we can touch," Reid trailed his fingers up to flick at Morgan's nipples, "I vote touch. Everything I say has conveyed the exact opposite of what I hope to accomplish."

The sensation of Reid toying with his nipples was too much. Morgan felt all his rational thoughts and reserve drain from him and he gave over to the moment. His head fell back unto the couch. Reid licked up his neck slowly, while continuing to play under Morgan's shirt. Reid trailed back down Morgan's throat, nipping the base of it sharply with his teeth.

"Take my shirt off," Morgan demanded huskily.

Spencer stripped him in a flash, eager to return to his ministrations. His mouth was everywhere, greedily sucking Derek's collarbone, licking his chest, kissing tattoos. He was turned on by the sight of Derek's naked torso and even more aroused by the accelerating noises his partner was making. He never allowed himself to think that Derek would be so vocally responsive during sex. The fact that he, the spindly Dr. Reid, was causing this god-like man to come undone was causing him to be more sexually aggressive than he'd ever been in his life.

Derek was panting underneath Spencer. If he didn't slow this down he would be coming in his pants like a schoolboy just from Reid gyrating fully clothed in his lap. That would not do. As if reading his thoughts, Reid pulled away from Morgan. Slowly he worked at unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once he removed it, he pulled his undershirt off and threw them both across the room. Reid backed off Morgan's lap and worked to unfasten his belt.

Reid stood, his slacks now sliding lower down his hips. His eyes were hooded as he ran his thumbs inside the waistline. Morgan drank in the show. As Reid unfastened his pants, Morgan started rubbing himself through his jeans.

"Do you still want me to touch you there?" Reid asked. He dropped his hold on his pants and let them fall to the floor.

"Are you really trying to seduce me, Kid?"

Reid smirked. "Please tell me that it's working."

Morgan reached out to pull Reid back to his lap, but Reid wiggled from his grasp. He started running toward the hallway, calling out to Morgan with a laugh, "Meet me in the bedroom."

As he waited on Morgan's bed, all Reid's insecurities pushed forward to torment his mind. I should look sexy when he comes in. Should I be spread eagle? No, that's too vulgar. Maybe take off my boxers, with a sheet 'casually' draped across me? Uh, what is taking him so long? Reid sat up in the middle of the bed, crossing his legs and resting his chin on his clenched fists. Warring thoughts troubled him. He's come to his senses, that's what taking so long. Did you think...No, no, no. Derek loves me. He hasn't said it, but I, well, I definitely know he wants me. He'll come. Oh, I'll make sure of that. Hmm, he's probably just checking on Clooney, whom we've neglected the entire night. Get a hold of yourself man!

Reid heard footsteps approach the bedroom door. His heart began to race.

"Dr. Reid," Derek called from the other side of the cracked door.

"Y-yes, " Reid was scrambling to find a suitable position on the bed.

Entering the room completely naked, Derek stalked over to a wide-eyed Spencer, "I've got something to I want you to see, Baby."
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