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The Thirteenth Step	By : ExOnEv Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 4503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any characters wherein. No monetary gain for me from writing this, just beautiful and tragic moments in my mind's eye.

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Rage. Overkill. There was blood everywhere. Reid couldn't get the images out of his head. Today's crime scene was… a lot to take in. He wasn't surprised it was still on his mind.
He blew out a deep breath and lazily pulled the satchel strap over the top of his head, rubbing it against his hair in all the wrong directions. Glancing at the microwave, he saw that it said it was 8:15pm, but he double checked his watch out of habit. He felt exhausted from all that had transpired that day. The bag landed on the floor and Reid nudged it until it was next to the nearest couch.
Unbuttoning his sweater vest, he walked through the darkness of the one hallway his apartment had and into the bedroom. One quick balancing act and his shoes were off. Loosening his tie, he ambled back to the living room area. "No, not now…" He sat down hard onto his sofa and rubbed his eyes with the base of his palms as his stomach growled.
Reid let himself lay down with one foot still on the floor, one hand on his stomach, thinking briefly that he should get up and shower… but maybe after just ten minutes of rest... It couldn't hurt. He closed his eyes and within seconds he could feel himself drift off a bit. Not having slept much the night before, it was a welcoming feeling as it enveloped him.

Knock. Knock.
Reid awoke with a start reaching for his weapon. Immediately, he had it trained on his front door until he realized what was happening. He tried to gather his wits but he felt like he was suffocating. The air was so thick and he was sweating. Taking a few deep breaths, he slowly put his gun back in the holster, his brow tired and frowning. He got up and held his pounding chest as he walked to his door. Looking through the peephole, he smiled. It was Morgan.
Morgan was holding two bags of food. Chinese. Reid could smell it as he had opened the door and it made his stomach feel emptier than it already was. He just smiled at Morgan and welcomed him inside. "Are you ready for some grub?" Morgan asked.
They walked on through to the kitchen and Morgan set the food down on the counter. Reid was hugging himself as he watched Morgan remove all the little boxes from the bags. "I'm starving…" he said.
"Were you asleep?" Morgan looked at Reid with a knowing eye.
Reid just smiled again. He was afraid to say too much. He didn't want to ruin this. Whatever 'this' is. "I, uhh, didn't get a chance to," he swallowed, "uhh, clean up. Do you mind if I-?"
"Have at it, man. Do what you gotta do. I'll get a plate ready for ya."
Reid rubbed the back of his neck and backed away, acting kind of shy. When he was out of Morgan's line of sight, he began speed walking to his bedroom. He quickly shut the door and undressed. He was careful to lay his gun and badge on the nightstand. His unit had a master bathroom in the bedroom so he was thankful for the absolute privacy.
Morgan had both dishes set up when Reid came back out after only about eight minutes; the food was heaping and still very hot. He had to laugh when Reid walked into the kitchen. He had a different pair of cords on, these were dark grey and he had button up shirt, blue this time… "Why did you get dressed again?"
Reid started to smile, but only smiled out of the side of his mouth. "Are you kidding? I can't let you see me in my pajamas. I'd never hear the end of it." He tucked the wet strands of hair behind his ears.
"Wait, hold up. Did you just say 'pajamas'?" Morgan grinned wide after that.
"See?" Reid grabbed the plate closest to him.
Morgan handed Reid a set of chopsticks with a smart ass smirk. "Here you go, pajama man."
Reid took the chopsticks from Morgan and held them at chest level to look at them. "I'm going to starve."
Morgan laughed and gently patted Reid's stomach as he passed him on his way to the living room. Reid smiled and followed him, but not before sneaking a fork.
They sat down on the couch, Morgan at the left. A simple glass top coffee table was in front of them. Morgan had already placed two beers down on coasters. Reid wasn't a big drinker by any means. In fact, the only reason he had any beer in his refrigerator at all was more for Morgan's sake. Whenever it was going to happen though, Reid was more than happy to share a cold one with his friend.
Reid tried... He really, really did try with the chopsticks. Morgan almost chocked twice watching him. But Reid finally gave up. "I just can't use these things."
"I think you're doin' better than usual."
"How can you say that? I still don't know what any of this food tastes like!" Reid proclaimed.
Morgan laughed and laughed. Reid rubbed his forehead with his fingertips, frustrated. "Go on, Pretty Boy. Use your fork. I won't tell anyone." That was such usual banter for them; being called that nickname by Morgan didn't even faze Reid. Morgan just kept laughing, really enjoying this time with his good friend.
Morgan was almost done by the time Reid was only half way through with his plate. "Good grub, huh?" Morgan asked. Reid nodded and kept eating. "What's on TV?" Morgan wondered aloud. He reached for the remote with a stuffed grunt and pushed down on the power button as he leaned back into the couch. The TV didn't turn on. "What the hell?" He pushed the power button again. Nothing. He looked at Reid who was still focused on his food. "Reid."
"Oh, yeah…" Reid began. "Sorry, it's not plugged in."
"Not plugged- What? Your TV’s not plugged in? How do you expect to watch TV?"
"I don't." Reid shoveled some fried rice into his mouth. He chewed and pointed towards the TV with all of his fingertips, each one slightly moving until he swallowed. "I'm never home, besides, I don’t watch it unless I catch wind of something I want to see...”
Morgan just shook his head, remembering how old fashioned Reid could be. They sat in silence as they finished their plates. They both considered another helping, but they were full after the first round. Large portions will do that. They headed to the kitchen with their empty plates and near empty beer bottles.
Reid glanced around nervously. This was a little like last night. He watched Morgan organize the left overs and then place them in the refrigerator. "There you go, kid. You got some food for a couple more nights."
"Thanks for bringing that over." Reid was rocking on his heals with his hands in his pockets.
"No problem, my man." Morgan put his dirty plate in the sink to join Reid's. "So… is everything else alright?" His question came with some apprehension, as if he was worried that asking would bring other things up.
Reid didn't know what kind of an answer Morgan was fishing for so he went the generic route with his reply. "Yeah, everything's alright."
"How did you do today? Any cravings?"
"Oh… I- I was fine. It's at night or when I'm alone when I…" he didn't finish his thought. "I find if I'm busy, I do better. And that's every day. Not just today." He needed to remind Morgan that he will forever be a recovering drug addict.
"Right… And your arm? Still itchin'?"
"I think it's okay."
Morgan walked up to Reid. "Can I see?"
"Uhh, yeah…" Reid unbuttoned his sleeve and began to roll it up. Morgan waited. Reid had taken the band aid off for the shower. Morgan didn't question that. He just looked at Reid's arm. "Looks okay, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, I'd say so." Morgan was holding Reid's arm to look at it, gently turning it this way and that to see it under the fluorescent lights. There was a slight bruise. Morgan began to let go of Reid's arm and at the same time, Reid somehow managed to take one of Morgan's hands in his own.
The moment Reid didn't stop himself from doing that was the moment his pulse quickened. His body temperature shot up what seemed like several degrees and it felt like something had suddenly taken him by the back of the neck causing his entire body to tense up. He looked down at his hand, holding Morgan's. This was the first time he had ever really noticed his lighter skin tone against Morgan's darker skin tone. And he thought it was beautiful.
Reid made himself look at Morgan and saw that Morgan was looking at their hands too. Reid's lips parted and he licked them, not able to breathe through his nose any longer. He could feel his body shaking and his chest was so tight with anticipation. He was a little surprised. This was such a simple thing to have happen, but it meant so much. It meant so much because Morgan wasn't letting go.
This was it. Reid could feel the sensation of tears coming, but he swallowed and held them back. Morgan finally looked at Reid's face. And Reid watched Morgan's eyes as they moved from Reid's mouth, to his eyes… to his mouth again, then back to his eyes... Still, neither of them were letting go.
Reid was feeling brave again. Adrenaline owned him now. "Come here," he said. He began to pull Morgan behind him.
"Reid…" Morgan protested, following somewhat willingly, but still heavy on his feet.
Reid ignored Morgan and his reluctance and he continued to pull Morgan passed the living room and small dining room and passed the front door until they reached the dark hallway. Reid landed him up against the wall and with his body, invaded almost every inch of Morgan's personal space. Reid spoke before Morgan had the chance to. He knew he had to seize this moment before it was lost. "It's just you and me, Morgan." With his voice strained to hold back his excitement, he spoke to Morgan just above a whisper so very close to his ear. "Nobody is gonna know if you kiss me. Nobody, Morgan."
"Reid…" Morgan turned his head away, just slightly.
Reid swallowed and gently caressed Morgan's cheek with his trembling hand. "Morgan, please… Let me kiss you…" Reid knew once again that he had to be coming off as desperate, like last night, but he was... and he didn't care. He wanted to finally be able to feel what he had been feeling for so long and feel it right now, in this moment without any limitations. He knew Morgan had to be interested. He wouldn't have let this go this long if he wasn't.
Sweat teased the tips of Reid's fingers as he moved his hand from Morgan's face to his neck. Morgan's skin was getting sticky. Reid could feel the breath pumping from him, hot and thick. Reid could see Morgan reacting, even if he was trying not to. "Reid, man… I don't-" Morgan finally let go of Reid's hand and let his own hand drop to his side, not knowing where to place it.
"Shhhh-shhhhhhhh…" Reid cooed into Morgan's ear. Reid was so close to Morgan's body. If they had been lying down, Reid would be laying on top of him completely. His left hand was splayed on the wall behind them.
Reid could smell the salt on Morgan's skin and he let his lips linger, just barely touching his neck. He felt Morgan's unsure hands grasp at his shirt from the sides. Reid backed off just a bit, giving himself enough room to unbutton the other cuff and then he unbuttoned the front of his shirt, pulling it off. He was left in just a white t-shirt and his cords which were hanging low with no belt. He leaned into Morgan again, breathing heavily against his neck. "I want to put my mouth on you, Morgan," Reid's voice shook as much as his nervous body was shaking. He could feel Morgan's hands at his sides again, took that as consent and he kissed Morgan's neck with just his lips. Morgan's skin was on fire. Reid licked his lips, tasting Morgan's sweat and kissed Morgan's skin again. Then he kissed Morgan's neck with his tongue, deep and hard. Morgan's breath caught in his throat and for the first time, his pelvis jutted forward against Reid.
Reid pulled back and met Morgan face to face. Holding Morgan's head in his hands, he cocked his own head slightly and pressed his mouth against Morgan's. He pulled away and they looked each other in the eye. Reid brought one of his hands down to Morgan's center and cupped his crotch, searching for and finding Morgan's swelling dick almost instantly. Morgan moaned reluctantly, trying to control himself. Reid kissed him again, open mouthed, but Morgan wasn't kissing back. He squeezed Morgan's bulge causing him to open his mouth and Reid went in for the kill kissing him hard. Morgan kissed him back this time. And Reid almost came when he tasted Morgan's tongue dancing with his.
Reid was harder than he could ever remember. As they continued sharing long and deep kisses with Morgan, Reid pressed himself firmly against him grinding and rotating his hips into Morgan's body, leaving his hands to roam Morgan's shoulders and arms, neck and lower back. Morgan's hands had made their way up to Reid's face. Their bodies were so close, so tight… so tight… Reid pumped against Morgan, needing release. Reid couldn't mistake the moment he felt Morgan's hands disappear only to feel them again… lower, grabbing at his ass to help leverage them against each other. Reid felt a wave of warmth take over his entire body and seizing tightness in his groin. He knew he wouldn't survive much more of this at all. One last thrust and grunt from Morgan was all it took. "Oh God," Reid whimpered as his body jerked out a load of semen into his underwear. He moaned with each spurt and didn't try to hide what was happening. He shuddered against Morgan, burying his face into Morgan's neck until the spasms stopped.
But Reid wasn't done.
Soon he began to slip down Morgan's body. He could feel Morgan's chest heaving, he could feel how rock hard his body was. His cheek rubbed against Morgan's erection... Reid landed softly onto his knees and began to undo Morgan's belt.
"You don't have to do this," Morgan said softly.
"I want to, Morgan. I want to do this."
Both of them licked their lips in anticipation. Reid carefully unzipped Morgan's pants and pulled them down a little. Then he cupped Morgan's muscle… Morgan held his breath while he released it from the confines of his boxer briefs. Then Reid pulled down Morgan's underwear more so he could touch Morgan's lower abdomen without the elastic band getting in the way. He spread one hand out along Morgan's skin, all around the base his cock, pressing and rubbing his fingertips into Morgan's groomed coarse hairs. He held Morgan in his other hand and what he gripped onto was so thick and hard… It throbbed along with Morgan's heartbeat…
He licked his lips and the inside of his mouth and swallowed. He'd never done this before. He wasn't nervous. It didn't feel wrong. It wasn't gross. He had never wanted to please or pleasure someone so badly in his life. He had never wanted to be this intimate with anyone. To be emotionally and physically bound to someone was something he had never been able to experience.
He kissed the shaft and Morgan moaned. That excited Reid to hear Morgan. He kissed the shaft again, wetting it with his tongue... He did this several times until he was ready to move his mouth to the tip. Greeted by pre-cum, he lapped at it and then took Morgan in his mouth. Morgan's knees buckled and he took Reid's head in his hands, growling a bit. Morgan began to gently move his hips back and forth against Reid's face, getting absolutely taken in by Reid's warm and very wet mouth. Morgan pushed himself deeply into Reid's throat a couple of times with no struggling from Reid. And Morgan let out several undeniable moans that gave it away that Reid was gonna make him blow his load.
Saliva ran down the corners of Reid's mouth, but he wouldn't wipe it away. He held fast to Morgan's hips as suckling noises filled the hallway. Morgan's body was vibrating. Reid could feel it. He heard Morgan mumbling but could only understand the words fuck and damn. Within seconds Morgan was filling Reid's mouth with spurts of warm liquid. Cum coated Reid's tongue and shot toward the back of his throat, threatening to spill from Reid's lips, but he swallowed Morgan down… After that he gently milked Morgan's cock for every last drop.
When it was over and done, Reid reluctantly back away and stood up, only then having to cough once and clear his throat. He wiped the corners of his mouth with the bottom of his shirt, exposing his stomach… He caught Morgan watching, but Morgan quickly looked away, putting his package back into his pants and zipping up.
Reid scratched his head. "That was…" he paused, "That was unexpected." He wiped the sweat from his face with his short sleeves. He had a bewildered smile, quite amused and happy because of what had just taken place.
They walked back into the light, into the living room area. Morgan sat down and Reid sat down next to him, still glistening from the sweat beads that had reformed on his face. Morgan looked at Reid, looked at his crotch and then looked back to him. "Don't you need to clean that up?"
"Uhh…" Reid looked down and remembered what Morgan was talking about. "Oh yeah," he smiled and chuckled. "Guess I do. I'll go take care of that."
While Reid was away, Morgan buried his head in his hands. He couldn't believe that just happened. He couldn't believe he let it happen.
When Reid came back out, Morgan was gone.
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