Title: Pretty Boy
By: 1cmindsfan
Pairing: pre-slash Morgan/Reid & established Rossi/Hotch
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Ficlet: 595 word count
Rating: PG
Summary: Morgan likes making Reid blush.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own any of the characters within this work of fiction. No harm is intended.

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"Hey, baby girl, whatcha got on Michael Turner so far?"

Reid watched as Morgan bantered back and forth over the phone with Garcia. He found the various range of emotion that lit up the older man's face when he talked to Garcia fascinating. If he didn't know better, he would almost think that Morgan and Garcia were in love.

A tiny sliver of jealousy wormed its way down Reid's spine, making him frown slightly as his thoughts strayed unbidden to the image of Morgan with his shirt off. God but the man did have sexy abs.

Reid was so engrossed in his fantasy that he never noticed the conversation with Garcia had ended or that Morgan was now staring intently at him.

"Penny for your thoughts," Morgan's rich baritone reverberated in the silence of his mind, yanking Reid back to reality.

"How come you never call me baby boy?" Reid blurted out before good sense could stop him.

Morgan laughed as a blush started at the base of Reid's neck and spread across his entire face, turning it a lovely shade of scarlet.

Reid swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"Um, sorry, I don't know what possessed me to say a thing like that."

"Well, you should just remember that you're the only one I call pretty boy, and you are very pretty."

Reid's blush deepened to an impossible shade of red that Morgan found quite fetching. Fetching, Morgan groaned internally. He wasn't quite sure how that thought managed to take shape. He'd never really considered Reid fetching before, not until this very moment. Or maybe he had but just never noticed.

"Ah, thanks...I think." Reid stuttered as his eyes fluttered shut for a brief second.

A low growl emanated from somewhere deep inside Morgan's chest.

"How about we go and grab something to eat. I'm starving."

Reid's eyes flew open at Morgan's tone. He noticed the dilated pupils, tilt of the head, and slight bulge at Morgan's crotch.

Likewise, Morgan noticed the bead of sweat on his lower lip, the tremor in Reid's legs and the hitch in his breathing as he rose to follow him out of the room. He gestured for Reid to go first, but only because he wanted to get a better looks at his coworker's ass. Reid's pants had gotten tighter over the last few months and that was something Morgan could definitely appreciate.

Morgan gave a brief nod to his boss as he passed Hotch's office window. Agent Hotchner nodded in return, a small smirk gracing his face.

"Do you find something amusing?" Rossi asked as he leaned on the window next to Hotch.

"Morgan's making Reid blush again."

"He's been doing that a lot lately."

"I know. Do you think we should intervene?"

"I don't think so. I'm sure they can figure in out all by themselves. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I suppose you're right. After all, we figured it out all by ourselves."

Rossi smiled mischievously. "Yes we did, but then we're profilers extraordinaire. Now may we follow their example and get out of here?"

"Are you hungry?" Hotch asked.

"Oh yeah, but not for food, pretty boy."

Hotch cocked an eyebrow in annoyance. "If you ever call me that in earshot of anyone else, I promise they will never find your body. I know all the best hiding places."

Rossi laughed and rolled his eye. "You're losing your touch, Hotch. That wasn't even remotely frightening."

Hotch sighed with defeat. His lover knew him too well, all bark no bite, unless of course you happened to be an unsub.

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