Title: High Flying
By: carinascott
Rating: FRAO
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Reid/Morgan
Summary: After a bad case, Spencer is inducted into the Mile High Club.
Author's note: Another fic I revamped over the last few days. There will likely be a few more in the coming weeks, though not for this fandom.

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Morgan looked around at his teammates, noting the pained expressions and clear exhaustion written on everyone's face. The drama and desecration from this last case had been beyond anything he'd seen so far in his career with the BAU. That in and of itself was an almost insurmountable feat. Or so he'd thought. But this last case managed to bypass even his low standards of the cruelty of humans towards one another.

The stink of death, decay, and horror steamed off of everyone. Most especially, it was taking a major effect on Reid. He'd been in an almost catatonic state when they'd discovered the bloodstained, twisted, and tortured remains of the three young girls, the unwitting targets of the unsub's psychosis. It had almost required Morgan to physically pull him to get him away from the scene.

Derek had tried numerous things to get the haunted look out of Reid's eyes, but so far nothing had worked. Reid simply blinked and continued to stare into nothingness, and had it not been for the answers to his more pointed questions, those requiring more than a yes or no answer, Derek would've been taking Spencer to a hospital rather than the jet.

As it was, Reid had livened up somewhat after everyone had settled onto the plane. The normalcy of their routines seemed to have helped him calm down a bit, and he had pulled out of his stupor from before.

But that wasn't enough for Morgan. He could tell that Reid was still bothered, and he felt compelled, both as a friend and lover, to try to smooth away the frown lines creasing his beloved's forehead.

Looking around, Morgan noticed that other than Reid and himself, everyone was asleep.

Standing up, Morgan walked over to where Reid was sitting, taking the empty seat across from him. It took a few minutes before Reid would look at him, but Morgan knew it wasn't because he didn't notice him. They'd been through something like this before.

For whatever reason, Reid felt like he was being weak if he gave into his emotions, as if by allowing the horror of the cases they dealt with touch him meant he was somehow less of an Agent. Less of a man. Derek didn't understand it, all of them had been affected by a case a rime or two in the past. But even so, Derek had been working with him, hoping to show to his young lover that the occasional vulnerability wasn't a weakness, but a strength; showing that even with all the darkness they dealt with on a daily basis, he still had his humanity. It had required that he reveal more about his own emotional baggage than he'd intended, but knowing that it helped Reid, made those little revelations all the more bearable.

Realizing that even simple eye contact didn't mean his lover was going to speak, Derek decided that if the conversation was to be started, he'd have to be the one to do it.

"You look beat."

From the startled look Reid gave him, it was obvious he hadn't been expecting Derek to say that. But Derek had learned about three months into their year long relationship that asking Reid if he was okay only made him withdraw into himself even more. So he had to use a sneakier approach when it came to taking care of his occasionally skittish lover.

Shrugging a bit, Reid nervously fiddled with the hem of his sweater. "Kinda. But I can't fall asleep. Guess I'm still on an adrenaline high."

"I know. Lucky us, the only two on the plane that can't seem to fall asleep." Both men jumped, and then laughed at Rossi's sudden, and very loud, snore.

"If he keeps that up we won't be the only ones that can't sleep."

Nodding in agreement, Morgan looked away from Rossi and back at his lover. "You know, I have that CD you like so much. The one I bought you last month that's supposed to help you relax. You can borrow my headphones if you want. Maybe you can get some sleep, even if I can't."

"No, I'm fine. Besides, I don't want to take your music from you. I know it's the only thing that can help you relax on a flight home."

"I can think of a few other things that can help me relax, and they have nothing to do with music."

"Really, like what?"

Almost smiling as his unwitting lover took the bait, Morgan bit back a smile. "You ever hear of the Mile High Club, Spencer?"
From the blush that colored Reid's cheeks, it was obvious he had. "We can't! Someone would hear us." Spencer once again couldn't meet Derek's eyes, but this time Morgan didn't worry about it. It happened often when Spencer was embarrassed. Or aroused. And judging by the way he was squirming in his seat, it was obvious he was more the latter than the former.

"Not if you're quiet." And with that, Morgan rose and strode to the restroom, only pausing to grab something from his overnight bag.

Derek was in the stall for about a minute when he heard the almost silent tap on the door.

Opening it quickly, Derek ushered Spencer in, thanking the heavens that his lover was so thin or it would've been a lot more cramped in the tiny space. Not that that would've stopped him.

"Derek, we shouldn't be doing this. What if someone hears?"

Cutting off any further arguments, Derek pulled Spencer in for a deep kiss. He put all the love, lust, and passion he could into the kiss, hoping that Spencer could feel just how much he was cherished. Pulling back, noticing the dark lust radiating from Reid's eyes, Derek knew his message had been well received. "Like I said before, if you're quiet no one will know what we are doing. Besides, we both need this, or we'll never get any sleep. And it's a long flight home."

Obviously the argument worked, because this time Spencer was the one to lean in for the kiss, stealing Derek's breath away with the unbridled passion evident in the way he completely possessed Morgan's mouth.

Grabbing Spencer's hips, Derek thrust his growing erection against Reid's own, swallowing the moan that came from Reid. "Shhh, we don't want to wake anyone up now do we?"

The answer was lost on a gasp as Derek cupped Spencer's growing erection, feeling the heat of his need through the cotton fibers of his trousers. Giving another gentle squeeze, Derek smiled at the full body shudder his actions caused, before moving to unbuckle Reid's belt.

Leaning in as he pulled the belt free, Derek nibbled at Reid's neck, loving the way Reid exposed his neck even more for him. Unzipping Reid's pants, he slipped his hands into Reid's boxers, grabbing his ass and pushing their groins together once again.

"So, baby boy, do you wanna ride me, or am I gonna get to ride you?" Licking his earlobe, Derek blew hot breath across the moist skin, relishing the soft moan he heard from Spencer.

"You. I want you inside me." Spencer panted, pupils blown, looking like sex incarnate: untamable, wanton, and so needy. Just the way Derek loved him.

Stepping back, Derek stripped quickly, before taking a seat on the closed toilet seat lid. Looking up at his lover, Morgan smiled wickedly, "So show me what ya got!"

Stripping as quickly as he could, Spencer straddled Derek's lap, before leaning in to capture his lips for a kiss once again. Breaking apart, Spencer looked at Derek, almost shyly as his long hair fell in his face. "Lube?"

Derek held up the lotion he'd snatched from his bag, "This is the best I can do."

Grabbing the lotion, Spencer coated his hands before reaching behind and beginning to prepare himself.

Derek had watched his lover do this several times before, and it never failed to turn him on even more. Watching the play of emotions across Reid's face was almost as pleasurable and erotic as the feel as Reid finally slid down onto his cock, not stopping until Derek was completely sheathed in his heat.

"Oh. My. Goodness," Derek panted, “You're so tight Spence. So perfect." Derek bit back a moan as Spencer began to move. First Reid started off slow, almost a rocking motion, but after a few minutes he picked up the pace. Riding Derek's cock in the truest sense of the word.

Derek could feel that he was getting close, but Reid needed more. Grabbing his cock, Derek began to stroke Reid's cock in time to Reid's pace on his cock.

"Moo-moo-mooore! More, Derek, please."

Knowing what his lover needed, Derek reached up with his other hand, pulling and pinching Reid's nipples, knowing that sometimes, Reid need the extra pain stimuli to reach his climax.

Reid shuddered, and then Derek felt warmth coat his abs the same time as he felt the velvet muscles around his cock begin to contract, ripping his orgasm from him as well.

Panting, covered in a thin film of sweat, both Reid and Morgan stayed that way for a while, joined and completely sated, as their breathing evened out. Somewhat recovered from his orgasm, Derek startled when he felt Reid begin to shake.

"Spencer?"

"They were so tiny Derek," Spencer whispered into his chest, and Derek could feel the warmth from his tears, "They didn't deserve to suffer like that."

“Nobody does, Pretty Boy. Nobody does."

Holding his lover for a little while longer, allowing him time to compose himself, Derek finally pulled out of Reid. Moving to clean his lover, Derek kissed him slowly as he also cleaned the tears from his face.

Smiling at the care, Spencer kissed Derek softly on the lips once more, whispering "Thank you", before moving to put his clothes on.

Following suit, both men were dressed in no time.

Grabbing his lover before he could open the bathroom door, Derek pulled Spencer in for one final kiss, "Welcome to the Mile High Club, Spencer.” The ‘I love you”, went unspoken, but not unheard.

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