When All Else Fails
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coffeebuddhaTitle: When All Else Fails
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: R/FRM
Characters/Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count: 661
Summary: Derek's never had trouble with his standard moves before, but Spencer seems to be completely oblivious to the fact that he wants in his pants.
8:30pm
Reid's been playing some kind of weird Star Trek trivia game with a girl at the bar for the past half hour and Morgan is very much not jealous, thank you very much, no matter what Garcia might think. He just happens to really like looking at that corner of the bar. A lot. And frowning. Frowning is good. It helps build character. Just look at Hotch. The man is practically nothing but character, and does he ever crack a grin? No. There's no way it's coincidence.
So, he's not jealous, not even a little bit, but he can't quite keep from smirking when a man who's obviously the girl's boyfriend goes over and leads her away to a corner booth where they proceed to violate some public decency laws. And since that leaves Reid all by his lonesome, looking like someone just told him that Lucas is remaking the original Star Wars movies starring Charlie Sheen, Justin Bieber, and Snooki, Morgan takes the opportunity to sidle over next to him.
"Tough break." He thinks he manages to hit the right note of sympathy instead of outright glee. Reid barely spares him a look, instead sadly contemplating the nearly empty glass in his hand. "Here, let me get you another."
That gets Reid's attention and he starts to protest, but Morgan's already pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and waving down the bartender.
9:30 pm
They're both drunk enough that pretty much everything is either extremely profound or hysterically funny and the bar stools they've been sitting on for the past hour are growing magically less sturdy. After Reid nearly topples off of his, almost taking Morgan with him when he reaches out to steady him, they move to a booth. They're both having a little trouble walking in a straight line, so it makes sense to keep his arm around Reid's trim waist. You know, just to keep him up and moving.
And if he slides in next to him instead of sitting across from him, then that's just because he was already leaning forward and there's momentum and other sciencey things that Reid could explain, but Morgan can't. Not because he isn't smart, but because his lab partner in high school had been a real knockout with a penchant for low cut shirts and tiny skirts. And that shit is distracting. He tells Reid as much and is rewarded with a long, easy laugh, Reid's eyes falling half closed and his head tilting back so that Morgan can see the tempting, creamy line of his neck.
They've had a long day at Quantico and the alcohol is working him like a sedative, so he doesn't even have to fake a yawn. Reid gives him a puzzled look from under impossibly long eyelashes when his arm settles around his shoulders, but Morgan just grins sleepily. Then the waitress is bringing over their next round of drinks and Reid is suddenly more interested in Captain Morgan than Derek Morgan.
10:30 pm
Their feet are tangled together under the booth and Morgan's lightly stroking the toe of his boot over the inside of Reid's ankle. Reid's turned toward him, his face tilted toward Morgan's until their foreheads are nearly touching, and he's going on and on about some scientist whose name Morgan can't even pronounce. Morgan nods like he has a clue what Reid's talking about and traces a line up and down the side of Reid's neck with his thumb.
11:30 pm
"Wait, what?" Reid sputters down at the top of Morgan's head. His pants are loose, barely clinging to his narrow hips, and he has one hand braced on the brick alley wall behind him, the other twisted in the fabric of Morgan's shirt. "This is...what?"
Morgan refrains from rolling his eyes and noses at Reid's erection, grinning up at the other man when he lets out a low groan. "This, pretty boy, is the direct approach."
I already said this in a separate post, but thank you so much to everyone who voted for me in the Criminal Minds fanfic awards. I'm so incredibly touched and flattered about all the fics that won and placed and especially for tying for first place for the best new writer. Again, thank you guys so much. ♥
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: R/FRM
Characters/Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count: 661
Summary: Derek's never had trouble with his standard moves before, but Spencer seems to be completely oblivious to the fact that he wants in his pants.
Notes: Originally posted as a comment fic here.
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8:30pm
Reid's been playing some kind of weird Star Trek trivia game with a girl at the bar for the past half hour and Morgan is very much not jealous, thank you very much, no matter what Garcia might think. He just happens to really like looking at that corner of the bar. A lot. And frowning. Frowning is good. It helps build character. Just look at Hotch. The man is practically nothing but character, and does he ever crack a grin? No. There's no way it's coincidence.
So, he's not jealous, not even a little bit, but he can't quite keep from smirking when a man who's obviously the girl's boyfriend goes over and leads her away to a corner booth where they proceed to violate some public decency laws. And since that leaves Reid all by his lonesome, looking like someone just told him that Lucas is remaking the original Star Wars movies starring Charlie Sheen, Justin Bieber, and Snooki, Morgan takes the opportunity to sidle over next to him.
"Tough break." He thinks he manages to hit the right note of sympathy instead of outright glee. Reid barely spares him a look, instead sadly contemplating the nearly empty glass in his hand. "Here, let me get you another."
That gets Reid's attention and he starts to protest, but Morgan's already pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and waving down the bartender.
9:30 pm
They're both drunk enough that pretty much everything is either extremely profound or hysterically funny and the bar stools they've been sitting on for the past hour are growing magically less sturdy. After Reid nearly topples off of his, almost taking Morgan with him when he reaches out to steady him, they move to a booth. They're both having a little trouble walking in a straight line, so it makes sense to keep his arm around Reid's trim waist. You know, just to keep him up and moving.
And if he slides in next to him instead of sitting across from him, then that's just because he was already leaning forward and there's momentum and other sciencey things that Reid could explain, but Morgan can't. Not because he isn't smart, but because his lab partner in high school had been a real knockout with a penchant for low cut shirts and tiny skirts. And that shit is distracting. He tells Reid as much and is rewarded with a long, easy laugh, Reid's eyes falling half closed and his head tilting back so that Morgan can see the tempting, creamy line of his neck.
They've had a long day at Quantico and the alcohol is working him like a sedative, so he doesn't even have to fake a yawn. Reid gives him a puzzled look from under impossibly long eyelashes when his arm settles around his shoulders, but Morgan just grins sleepily. Then the waitress is bringing over their next round of drinks and Reid is suddenly more interested in Captain Morgan than Derek Morgan.
10:30 pm
Their feet are tangled together under the booth and Morgan's lightly stroking the toe of his boot over the inside of Reid's ankle. Reid's turned toward him, his face tilted toward Morgan's until their foreheads are nearly touching, and he's going on and on about some scientist whose name Morgan can't even pronounce. Morgan nods like he has a clue what Reid's talking about and traces a line up and down the side of Reid's neck with his thumb.
11:30 pm
"Wait, what?" Reid sputters down at the top of Morgan's head. His pants are loose, barely clinging to his narrow hips, and he has one hand braced on the brick alley wall behind him, the other twisted in the fabric of Morgan's shirt. "This is...what?"
Morgan refrains from rolling his eyes and noses at Reid's erection, grinning up at the other man when he lets out a low groan. "This, pretty boy, is the direct approach."
***
Thank you for reading! Feedback is always appreciated!I already said this in a separate post, but thank you so much to everyone who voted for me in the Criminal Minds fanfic awards. I'm so incredibly touched and flattered about all the fics that won and placed and especially for tying for first place for the best new writer. Again, thank you guys so much. ♥
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Date: 2011-03-10 05:24 am (UTC)Love and cherries,
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Date: 2011-03-10 05:27 am (UTC)Thank you! If you missed it, I posted a few Hotch/Garcia fics last month. I know how you feel about them. ;)
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Date: 2011-03-10 05:34 am (UTC)And I caught those! They are still in my inbox in fact. LOL. Practically no time, but I'll finally get a chance to read them in the next week or so. Can't wait!
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Date: 2011-03-10 05:39 am (UTC)Hope you enjoy them! &hearts
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Date: 2011-03-10 06:44 am (UTC)<3 it
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Date: 2011-03-10 08:40 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-03-11 01:17 am (UTC)That's no-con tease and denial, that's what that is... ;)
You paid such perfect attention to all of those mouthwatering moments of desire that I really was surprised that it ended there.
Well done!
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Date: 2011-03-11 03:28 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-03-10 07:56 am (UTC)Yeah, that one maybe giggle loudly. Which is bad, very bad when the kids are asleep right next door. I love this fic, you devious person you!
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Date: 2011-03-10 03:00 pm (UTC)♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2011-03-10 08:45 pm (UTC)BTW, I love your icon.
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Date: 2011-03-12 12:00 am (UTC)Great story! I thought cuz it was FRM it might be some good sex times but this was even better. I'm wearing a *HUGE* smile right now : )
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Date: 2011-03-12 04:07 am (UTC)A perfect way to end my night!
*hugs*
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Date: 2011-03-13 07:31 pm (UTC)this made me laugh out loud:-) thanks sweetie for such a great story:-)
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Date: 2011-05-05 04:35 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading anyway! :D
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Date: 2011-05-31 05:27 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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