Title: 10:23 am
Authour: prettychemistry
Rated: M - to be safe (not descriptive)
Pairing: Reid/Morgan slash (established relationship)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Words: ~560
Summary: They could get used to waking up like this.

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Spencer likes feeling the rasp of stubble against his palm. It's early and it's too bright and he's up first for once, which is always unpleasant, because it makes morning his fault. He settles in, too warm to really be comfortable, and runs his hand over the back of Derek's head. Some small nerve ending in his lower belly shivers.

Morgan groans and turns his face to the other side. "Whatever happened to beauty sleep?"

Spencer smirks a little, repeats the caress, considers paging through his internal encyclopaedia for the bones in the human skull and decides against it. "So sleep."

Morgan's eyes stay resolutely shut. "Why are you feelin' my head?"

Reid smirks a lot, and shuffles in closer, licks the nape of Morgan's neck. Slowly. He can feel his own body waking up, the sluggishness fading to be replaced by interest. Because he can do anything. If he feels like it, he can nudge Morgan to turn onto his back and he can stroke him hard and suck him deep and that will be lovely, because Derek's cock is a thing of beauty, it honestly is.

The words I love you have given him this power, and he aches to abuse it, just a little. But because Spencer is such a nice guy, he will offer an exchange. They both collect little bits of knowledge about the other, and it's sometimes harder for Morgan, because Reid talks a lot more about things that don't matter than things that do.

"When your hair starts to grow back, the way it feels against my skin is – I don't actually know what it is about it, but it's incredibly arousing."

Morgan scoffs at this somewhat clinical explanation. "You're 26. Ceramic tile probably arouses you."

This cannot stand. Spencer nudges the sheets aside so they can be flush, skin to skin. Kisses up Derek's neck. "The first time we slept together, you hadn't shaved in a few days I guess, because your mouth on the inside of my thigh left the most amazing stubble-burn. It must have been a conditioning event."

Morgan turns his head back to Reid's side, opening one eye with incredulity. "I felt like crap about that. I made a point of bein' so careful, after - you're telling me you like it?"

Spencer nods.

Derek turns over onto his side, hauling his partner into the space this creates, as close as he can. "God you're easy to please," he says, and kisses him.

Reid kisses back eagerly. His arms are trapped between them – he runs his hands over Derek's firm chest. "You're very pleasing," he murmurs in reply, every cell in his body inviting Morgan to come closer, give more, give anything.

"You still owe me for wakin' me up on our day off," Derek reminds him, rolling over further, his weight pinning the smaller man to the bed. All the better to lick along Reid's jaw, his neck, his collarbone. "What're you gonna give me?"

Spencer doesn't have to think for more than a second. He knows what they both ache for him to finally say. It's okay - he's ready now. "I love you too."

He can feel Morgan's smile against his skin. It doesn't mean everything will be fine, that they will always be happy like they are now. But it means a lot.

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