Title: Superheroes
Authour: prettychemistry
Pairing: Reid/Morgan SLASH
Rated: FRAO/NC-17
Spoilers: canon up to Revelations.
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Criminal Minds and do not own its characters or plotlines.
Summary: We all deal with trauma in different ways. Spencer Reid doesn't want to be "fine" - he wants to feel good again. And like any repectable genius, he knows where to go to get what he needs.

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A.N: ~indicates Reid's thoughts~
 
 
Scene One: Don't Use Your Manners
 
"And I won't sit back, and take this anymore, 'cause I'm done with that, I've got one foot out the door…" - "Pressing On" by Reliant K
 
Spencer Reid has always been (for lack of a better metaphor,) something of a mild-mannered reporter. He's always been shy, cautious, never making the first move unless absolutely necessary. It's been the parameters of his life for so long, one of many boxes he's lived in for as long as he can remember. And it's gotten him nowhere. He has his good qualities, he's gotten by, but everything he does has been coated in this bullshit that's put him last on the list of people he respects in his life.
 
He's fucking sick of Clark-Kent-ing his way through life. He wants better. He wants, (to continue a bad metaphor,) to be Superman.
 
It's crazy, really, that this was the event that has made him want more for himself. But in the face of his capture, torture, helplessness, he feels … different. In the worst possible scenario (he couldn't have imagined it, even after everything he's seen people do to each other) he – and this is the vital part, the beating heart of the matter – he kept his head. He freaked out, it wasn't nearly his best impression on himself, but for the most part…
 
When he was digging his own grave, he could hear Hotch's voice in his head, the steps to a perfect shot.
 
He made a perfect shot.
 
A few weeks removed from it, (two spent in the hospital, with two broken ribs, four broken toes, fractures of his third and fourth metatarsals, triple fracture of the fifth, both wrists sprained from ligatures, and pumped full of dilaudid and tryptamine; there was detox and rehab for his foot and the FBI in-house psychiatrist every morning from 9:00 - 11:30;) he's kind of impressed. He feels a bit like the unlikely, misfit kid that gets stuck with superpowers: pissed off, screwed up, but still pleased to have fallen off a building and lived to tell about it. He feels like it's a sign – time for proactivity.
 
First things first – when Reid thinks of superheroes, he thinks of Morgan.
 
~~~~~
 
The members of the BAU fly all over the country, so they practically live in hotel rooms. JJ arranges them. It all depends on where they are, but as a rule, on really tough cases she pairs them up, if she thinks they need company, shouldn't be alone. (She's almost as good at profiling the team as the team is at profiling criminals – Reid thinks it's they're her social experiment.) Right now, in a big city, working a fairly straightforward series of savage assaults of adult males in nightclubs, they've got singles. (They all appreciate the cases where nobody dies, though they're always vaguely surprised by them.)
 
Reid knocks on the door to Morgan's room. His heart is beating too quickly; he wills it to slow, for his new confidence to kick in. ~Shit. Shit. Why do I always forget that I'm socially inept?~
 
"Who is it?" Morgan calls.
 
~Should I say Spencer, or Reid? He never calls me Spencer. But I never call myself Reid. Shit.~
 
"Uh, it's me. You have a minute?"
 
"C'mon in."
 
Reid takes a deep breath, and opens the door.
 
Morgan is tying off the drawstring of a pair of black track pants. He's shirtless; his body is perfect, his muscles and his skin, and Reid doesn't know if this will make things more or less difficult. He shuts the door behind him.
 
"Hey, Reid. What's up?" Morgan is pleasant, turns to face him, completely unselfconscious. The pants ride a little low. Reid swallows, and has to remind himself that he is not an idiot, and therefore shouldn't act like one.
 
He has to stop looking at Morgan to form a coherent thought, so he does. He starts to pace.
 
"You'll have to bear with me, 'cause I have a feeling this is going to be kind of a rant," he warns.
 
Morgan takes a seat on the bed, looking bemused. "Okay."
 
"The thing is…" he stops. "I mean…" Reid sighs and Morgan tries not to laugh.
 
The genius takes a deep breath, looks into his friend's face. "Fuck it," he mutters to himself, and walks right up to Morgan, sitting so nonchalantly on the bed, and kisses him.
 
It's a bit awkward, but Reid is insistent, and Morgan doesn't fight it. Spencer pulls back after a moment, and straightens.
 
"I'm tired of being careful. I've been cautious for my entire life, and I still got kidnapped, didn't I? Things just … happen. So I'm going to live my life while I still have it. And I think you're incredibly cool. So if you're okay with it, I think I'm going to kiss you again."
 
Morgan seems to consider this. Then he nods slowly. "Okay."
 
It takes Reid a second to process this, then he grins. He moves forward and Morgan stands and then they're kissing, and Morgan's hands are on his hips, and Morgan's tongue is in his mouth, and Spencer starts to get hard from just this.
 
Then Morgan pulled away. "Hang on."
 
Reid frowned. "What? No." he protested. He started to lean back in, but stopped at Morgan's stern expression. "Okay, fine, what?" he said impatiently.
 
"Why are you here, Reid?" the larger man asked soberly.
 
"What? We did this. New lease on life, carpe diem, really like you. Kiss me."
 
Morgan held up a hand, keeping a bit of distance between their bodies, which were almost too close for Reid to think about anything else. "Yeah. But is this something you've wanted for a while, and never made a move on, or is this you feelin' like doing something wild?"
 
The doctor blinked. "I already did my something wild when I kissed you the first time."
 
He must have said the right thing, because Morgan's eyes lit up, and he finally kissed him again, deep and passionate. When he pulled away the next time, it was to pick Reid up and dump him on his back on the bed. In moments he was straddling the younger man's hips, kissing his neck as he attacked his shirt buttons.
 
The genius gasped softly. "Morgan."
 
Morgan managed to get all the buttons open, smiling as he checked him out. "I think this puts us on first-name terms, Reid."
 
Reid laughed as he sat up, shrugging out of his shirt. "My first name is Spencer, Derek."
 
Morgan shook his head, laughing at himself. He leaned in and kissed Spencer as he pressed him back onto the bed.
 
~~~~~
 
They lay beside each other on the bed, both naked, except for Reid's mismatched argyle socks.
 
"What is with those socks?" Morgan chuckled, amused.
 
Spencer lay on his back, hands behind his head. He wiggled his toes, ridiculously happy. "I like them. They're misfits too."
 
Derek shook his head, resting a hand on his new lover's taut stomach affectionately. "You are such a geek, Reid."
 
"You are such a geek, Spencer," he corrected good-naturedly. "You're the one who said I'm Spencer when we're naked."
 
Spencer smiled as Morgan ruffled his hair. "Hate to say it, but I think you should get back to your room, Spencer, 'cause me and Reid have to work in the morning."
 
The doctor looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Fuck."
 
"I'd love to, but it'll have to wait for tomorrow night," Derek said smoothly, pressing a kiss to Reid's neck. The younger man kissed him briefly on the mouth before getting reluctantly out of the bed.
 
"You and your … charm." Reid muttered as he found his pants.
 
"Hey, it worked on you." Morgan protested confidently, watching his lover dress.
 
"Oh yeah? Well, I'm the geek, and I got you into bed, so…"
 
"Yeah, yeah. Tell yourself that if it helps." The black man teased.
 
Reid mock-glared. "It's just about brains versus brawn, man," he countered, stealing another kiss as he buttoned his shirt. He paused, pulling away to look down at himself. "You ripped off half my buttons!"
 
"Hey, I may be pretty but I ain't patient." Morgan defended, grinning.
 
Reid grinned back, touching his ruined shirt. "Looks like I'm pretty too."
 
~~~~~
 
Scene Two: Coworking
 
They were in the breakroom of the local precinct, having coffee as they waited to hear back from the rest of the team about the arrest of their suspect.
 
"You and Garcia?" Reid asked, looking pointedly at Morgan.
 
"Never happened. No matter what she tells you." He smiled. "We're just friends." Reid arched an eyebrow. "Really," Morgan insisted, laughing.
 
"Okay, sure, man."
 
Derek smirked. "You and Gideon?"
 
Reid almost choked on his coffee. "He's twice my age!"
 
"Avoiding the question?" Morgan teased.
 
"Mentor and student. Platonic." He said firmly, giving the black man a warning look.
 
"Okay, okay," the older agent held up his hands in surrender.
 
It was the doctor's turn to smirk. "All those times you've tackled me?"
 
Derek faked offense. "Necessary!"
 
"Okay, how about – "
 
"No, it's my turn." Morgan interrupted. "I gotta ask. The sweater vests."
 
Reid looked down at himself. That day's sweater-vest was an atrocious pattern of orange and brown. "I used to dress well, actually." At his lover's look of cynical disbelief, he insisted. "It's true! It's not hard to calculate trends if you statistically analyze –" he got to the point, as Morgan's look seemed to suggest. "Anyway, people judge you on first impressions – "
 
"Which is why most agents wear suits." Derek cut in, gesturing at his own sleek dark one. "Or at least, not that." He seemed personally offended by this particular sweater-vest.
 
Reid rolled his eyes. "People expect certain things about you. And people kept being so shocked to meet me and find out what a nerd I am. A sweater vest is like wearing a sign – no more surprises when I talk like a textbook." He explained, shrugging. "Easier on everyone."
 
"Clever." Morgan still looked a little dubious. "Well if you can clean up, I'll need to see some evidence."
 
"What, you want me to dress up for you?" Reid teased, arching his eyebrows.
 
"Hey, if you've really got it…"
 
"Oh, I've got it." Spencer insisted, trying not to laugh as he faked Morgan-style bravado. He tossed his head confidently to get his hair out of his eyes. "I'm cool. You'll see."
 
The tears in Derek's eyes as he laughed at him made it all worth it.
 
~~~~~
 
The arrest went smoothly only because the suspect was not their unsub. So now they were working a new theory. Reid's theory.
 
The BAU agents and local cops were canvassing the neighborhood in pairs. Morgan followed Reid, a hand on his gun. The youngest agent was on his cell with Hotch and Gideon, directing the search. (Reid was armed to the teeth and in Morgan's line of sight at all times. This was a condition of his being allowed to come on a raid – the overprotection of the other men on the BAU had only increased since Reid's kidnapping. He was rarely alone in public while on duty, nevermind sent out on assignments that could turn dangerous.)
 
"It's this one." Reid whispered to Morgan, pulling on his sleeve as he ducked behind a bush, muttering the address into his phone, calling for backup. Derek didn't waste time trying to figure out how Reid knew this was the right house – boy-genius's theory involved math of some kind, and any justification he could understand was bound to take more time than they had. He hid as instructed, squeezing Spencer's shoulder as he drew his gun.
 
~~~~~

Back at the precinct, Hotch manhandled the unsub into an interrogation room. It looked like Reid had been right – the guy was already bragging about how long he'd evaded arrest.
 
Morgan pulled up a chair in front of his lover. "C'mere," he instructed, and the doctor obliged. Morgan touched his face, examining his rapidly blackening eye. "You always manage to get hurt when we let you come." He admonished, only half teasing.
 
Reid rolled his eyes. "It's like being back in high school. They target me because I'm the smallest."
 
Morgan sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. "I guess sometimes brawn has its place," he smirked.
 
A local cop placed a cup of coffee in front of Spencer, who thanked him, and began dumping sugar into it. "Maybe you should start teaching me some hand-to-hand." He suggested. Glancing up, he saw Morgan's concerned look. "Y'know, just in case you, Gideon and Hotch ever let me out of your sight."
 
"We are not that bad."
 
"Yes, you are that bad." He insisted, with a small smile.
 
"Well, we care." Derek looked slightly uncomfortable.
 
The genius glanced around – they were alone for now. "Really?" he leaned forward in his chair, smirking, "or are you just saying that so you'll get to call me Spencer tonight?"
 
Derek grinned. "It's possible."
 
Hotch poked his head in the door. "He's our guy. We'll be home by dinnertime."
 
~~~~~
 
Scene Three: Library
 
Morgan shut the door to Reid's apartment behind himself, and stared at the place. It was full of books – the living room, the kitchen; even the hallway had bookcases. Derek stared at his coworker.
 
"Reid, this is insane. You have more books than some libraries. And you don't even read them more than once!"
 
"Sometimes I do." Reid noticed Morgan's look, and smiled awkwardly. "And when I get too many to fit on the shelves, I donate some to charity." He offered.
 
"You are living a cliché, do you realize that?"
 
"Oh, yeah?" Spencer challenged, "How many women have you dated in the last six months?"
 
"Hey, that's low." Morgan laughed.
 
The younger agent paused, and smiled slightly, coming closer to Morgan, into his personal space. "Actually, clichéd as we might be, we're both going off-script."
 
"How do you mean?" the black man asked, leaning casually against the back of Reid's couch. 
 
The genius calmly started undoing the buttons of Morgan's suit as he spoke. "Well, I'm a geek, right? I live with over 847 books and an elderly cat named Louis." He pushed Derek's suit jacket off his shoulders, starting on his shirt buttons. Morgan smiled, compliant. "And yet, I'm here with you." Spencer glanced up at Derek with a shy smile, before looking back at the buttons as he spoke. "You're older, popular, confident." He caressed the larger man's bare chest, watching his hands as he pushed the shirt off of his shoulders, a reverent look on his face. Morgan watched his young lover with curiosity, and inhaled sharply as long, pale fingers ghosted over his nipple. "You're attractive, and fun, and intelligent, and … talented;" Spencer smiled briefly. "I'm beginning to suspect that you are, in fact, the perfect man." Then he looked up into Derek's eyes, and confidently stated, "And in about 30 seconds, I'm going to get on my knees and suck you off. In my geeky apartment, surrounded by books, wearing a sweater vest so ugly that my 82-year-old grandfather didn't want it anymore," he finished, grinning.
 
Morgan felt blood rush to his cock. He couldn't help tangling a hand into soft brown hair and kissing the genius deeply. Then, true to his word, that genius knelt down in front of him and started to undo his belt.
 
~~~~~
 
Scene Four: Doing The Irresponsible Thing
 
Reid pulled back from the kiss. "I have to ask you something kind of awkward."
 
Morgan started kissing along the pale man's jaw. "Is it about sex?" he asked, trailing his finger down his lover's chest, tracing his nipple through the thin veil of his shirt. They had only gotten back to Virginia an hour ago, and Reid's apartment was closer to the airstrip, so there they were. They'd been patient enough to remove shoes and outerwear, but not patient enough to go to the bedroom. Derek was sitting in an overstuffed green chair, and Spencer was sitting on him – straddling his lap, to be exact, his arms draped comfortably around the older agent's neck.
 
"Yes." Reid answered simply, tilting his head obligingly to allow Morgan better access to his throat if he so desired.
 
"Is it about… handcuffs?" the black man smirked, nipping at Reid's earlobe.
 
"Actually, no. I figured that one out with my last FBI lover," the genius said casually.
 
Morgan looked up, obvious surprise (and a hint of intrigue) on his face. "Really?"
 
Spencer grinned. "No." Derek rolled his eyes, and returned to kissing his lover's neck softly. "He was NSA." This earned him another look of shock, and he laughed. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. It was my physics thesis supervisor." He couldn't stop smiling at his own joke, now, and gave it away.
 
"You have a point, Spencer?" Morgan prompted, amused. "Other than being a bad liar?"
 
"Yeah." The doctor sobered, going back into awkward-mode. "Are you… " he took a breath, "are you seeing anybody else?"
 
Derek looked offended. "Are you saying you think I'm sleeping around on you?"
 
"No! No, I just… I mean, if you were, it's not like I'd be mad, we never said… we haven't even been on a real date, I mean… I just, I wanted to… to be responsible, because of … Saturday at the bar? In the bathroom? We didn't use a condom, and…" Spencer blushed furiously and didn't meet his coworker's eyes, seeming regretful that he'd ever mentioned it. "I shouldn't have said anything."
 
"Spencer." Morgan said firmly, gently pushing Reid's chin up, to make him look at him. "I haven't slept with anyone else since we started this. And I'm clean. I'm careful; I always use condoms, and I get tested regularly. I guess I just assumed you were clean too, and we didn't really need them now that we're… established. But we can keep using them if you want to." He paused. "Or if you're seeing anybody else –"
 
"No." Reid immediately shook his head. "No, you're the only one I … " he ducked his head again, then reconsidered, looking into Derek's dark eyes. "For months, you're the only person I can even think to want."
 
Derek smiled, seeming to glow with this information. He kissed Reid, and the genius responded eagerly, parting his lips, coaxing Morgan's tongue into his mouth.
 
Spencer shivered just a little as he felt his lover's fingers twine into his hair, guiding him to just the right angle to massage his tongue just so with his own – Derek knew well just how to kiss him to make the doctor's pulse start to race, his powerful brain divert from discerning superego to gasping, needing id.
 
Spencer's hands were so rarely still – he fumbled at his partner's shirt buttons with one, the other at the back of Derek's neck, not wanting to give up all control as he kissed him back.
 
As the shirt fell open, the younger agent pulled back from the kiss, and looked at Morgan like he did when he felt he'd been unnecessarily tackled. ~Of all the days for you to wear an undershirt.~
 
With a surprising lack of clumsiness, Spencer stood up. "Take your clothes off," he instructed Derek, as though telling a disobedient child, for the last time, to do what he was told. Smiling, the black man complied, watching the genius efficiently undress. Soon, a naked Reid resumed his place in a naked Morgan's lap, kissing him hungrily. Derek moaned into the kiss, running his hands up Spencer's thighs, teasing him as he inched closer to the pale man's cock.
 
Reid was not impressed, and shifted closer, slipping a hand between their bodies to gently grip Morgan's dick, coaxing it to full hardness as the black man pulled him closer, kissed him harder. Spencer used his free hand to fumble beside them, knocking things off the small table as he searched. The genius had to break the kiss, gasping for air as Morgan decided to return the favour and stroke the young man's achingly hard cock.
 
"Oh, God, stop it, I'm trying to find the … thing …"
 
The black man chuckled softly, licking along Reid's collarbone. "I don't think you really want me to stop."
 
Spencer laughed breathlessly. "Not really," he confessed, pressing closer to his lover, then –
 
"Yes!" the doctor held the once-forgotten tube of hand lotion like a trophy, making Morgan smile and kiss him. Spencer handed it to his lover with a smirk, sitting up a little higher in invitation.
 
Reid licked a path down the older agent's throat as he felt one slick finger, then more, probe his ass, unhurriedly preparing him. When he felt he was ready, Spencer sat up straighter, looking down into dark eyes. "I'm good, Morgan," he said, maintaining eye contact, wrapping a hand around the black man's erection.
 
"Condom?" Derek breathed. Reid shook his head, taking the makeshift lube from his lover and applying it liberally to Morgan's cock. Spencer let his eyes fall closed as he guided it to his opening and slowly sank down, letting Morgan slide inside.
 
Reid had never, not once, chosen not to use a condom. He'd had lovers, but he'd never had this, the intense heat of Derek's skin, knowing it had never felt this way with any other man; never felt like ~maybe I'm in love~ .
 
Spencer didn't move for a long moment. He felt the older agent's fingers carding softly through his hair, and Morgan murmured, "Usually you don't think this hard when you're Spencer," with gentle amusement in his voice.
 
Reid opened his eyes and shot him a look that clearly stated, 'I'm having important genius thoughts, here, so shut it,' - then promptly closed them.
 
Said genius felt his lover's silent laugh, and marveled at the subtle way Derek's pleasure always somehow managed to translate into his own – until he was distracted by Morgan's lips on his neck, and his slight, shallow thrust into his body. "I don't mean to distract you, but I had some thoughts of my own…"
 
A slow smile formed on Spencer's face, and he opened his eyes to look into darker ones, slipping his arms around his boyfriend's neck. "I can multitask."
 
~~~~~
 
Scene Five: Consultants Are Highly Paid For A Reason
 
Morgan closed his last case file of the night, and looked over to Reid. The team, for obvious reasons, didn't know about them. They had been told, however, that the resident geek was involved with someone being kept deliberately cryptic; JJ had been teasing him, but seemed proud – she kept offering relationship advice.
 
"Reid? Got a big date for tomorrow?" Morgan teased casually. They all had a day off, which was rare and dubious – usually they ended up called in anyway.
 
The genius grinned. "Yeah." Derek was a bit confused, when Reid looked up at JJ, grinning. Morgan laughed. He was glad they'd gotten close. The two had bonded over the Hankel case – everyone was glad they were talking to each other, because with the exception of the necessary statements each made to Gideon, they hadn't been talking to anyone else on the team about it.
 
"We're going shopping," JJ announced proudly.
 
"Oh? Trying to impress the girlfriend?" Morgan teased.
 
"Actually, JJ's a lot more demanding," Spencer said, smiling.
 
The blonde woman laughed. "If you never wear your grandfather's clothes again, I'll have done my job."
 
"I didn't know being "media liaison" involved fashion consults," Reid teased, looking up at her affectionately.
 
"Only when absolutely necessary," she stated grimly.
 
~~~~~
 
"Who da man? I da man. I always suspected." – Hugh Laurie, "House"
 
After an entire day with no phone calls from Hotch, Reid headed over to Morgan's place. It would be his first time there – usually they were too impatient for sex to bother driving the extra few miles. He'd brought Chinese food, as requested. (He'd thrown out the chopsticks on the way, just in case.)
 
When he rang the bell, Morgan called for him to come on in. Reid stepped inside, closing the door to the raging winds outside before looking around. Morgan's place was nicer than his – tastefully decorated, ("bachelor-pad-chic" as JJ would say,) and packed with electronics. A fancy stereo system was playing some kind of music Spencer was unfamiliar with. Reid took off his coat and set down his satchel. He followed the sound of the music down the hall, and found his lover absently dancing to it as he searched the fridge. Spencer smiled, and cleared his throat as he set down the takeout on the counter.
 
Morgan stopped dancing and looked up, unembarrassed as always. He immediately seemed to notice something was different, because his dark eyes swept over Spencer's body. The doctor smiled nervously under his boyfriend's intense scrutiny.
 
Reid looked almost like a different person. He was wearing extremely well-fit low-rise jeans that accentuated his narrow hips and mile-long legs. The tailored black shirt he wore was partially unbuttoned, showing his collarbones, and slightly transparent, making Derek think he could almost see his lover's nipples through the fabric. It wasn't tucked in, either, and the last button was undone, showing a small area of pale skin below his navel and above his jeans, that Morgan found himself wanting to lick. Morgan couldn't help himself; he gathered Reid into his arms and kissed him passionately.
 
Spencer returned the kiss, pleased with Derek's reaction; then he let out an unintentional squeak of surprise as he felt his boyfriend's large hands slide down from his waist to his ass. When Morgan abandoned his mouth to nip and lick and suck a path down his throat, lighting his nerves on fire, Spencer managed to gasp, "Bed, Derek?"
 
The older man bit his shoulder, soothing the mark with his tongue, and Spencer had to fight for coherent thought as his blood diverted elsewhere. "Derek, if you, God, if you make me fall down, I could hit my head and…and it'll be a whole trip to the ER before we can have sex…"
 
When his boyfriend actually stopped, Reid thought he should've taken his chances with the head wound – then Morgan picked him up, putting him over his shoulder like a fireman, and the genius laughed as he was carted to the bedroom.
 
Reid was unceremoniously dumped onto the bed, then Morgan was on top of him, attacking the smaller man's exposed collarbone. Spencer grasped his face, pulling him up for a rough kiss. Ending it, the genius ordered Derek, "take your fucking shirt off."
 
Morgan would never admit that Reid being forceful got him hot. He just obeyed, discarding the garment quickly, and returned to ravishing his lover's mouth. Spencer ran his hands gratefully down his boyfriend's chest, scraping his nails lightly over his perfect abs, making Morgan shiver and bite the genius's lower lip in retaliation. The doctor moaned unashamedly, making quick work of Derek's fly, taking the black man's hard cock in hand and stroking it firmly.
 
Morgan pulled away, (he actually got up,) and Spencer moaned in protest, rubbing his own cock through his jeans, the look in his eyes clearly saying that his boyfriend was risking pain every second they weren't touching. Then he saw what Derek pulled out of the drawer.
 
Handcuffs.
 
Morgan smirked, and Reid smirked back, and let his lover wind the chain through the headboard and cuff his wrists securely over his head. Derek settled back between his boyfriend's legs, and looked him over hungrily. The genius watched Morgan watch him, and couldn't help the soft, pleading moan that escaped him. The older agent began to slowly unbutton Spencer's shirt, following the progress of his hands with his tongue. Reid bit his lip, hips straining futilely upward, hoping for more contact, but Morgan's hand kept him still.
 
Spencer let his eyes fall closed, his arousal a slow burn as Derek explored him. Then the black man licked at the skin just below his navel, and Reid's whole body tensed. Morgan smirked, and bit him softly there – the doctor's hips bucked involuntarily, so he launched his assault – nibbling and laving at his lover's pale skin mercilessly.
 
"Derek, please, oh God, Derek, fuck…"
 
Derek felt his own cock fill and bit his lover harder, fighting to get those jeans off him. Spencer was a quick study, and helped his lover as much as he could to undress him. He was rewarded when Morgan swallowed his erection. It became apparent that the older agent had planned ahead on his trip to the dresser when he slowly pressed two lubed fingers into Spencer's tight hole.
 
The younger man cried out as the fingers worked in and out of him. "Please, I'm ready, I need you, oh God, Morgan, fuck me, please, just …" Morgan couldn't wait any longer, hearing Spencer beg. He slid his fingers out and raised his head. Reid easily released himself from the cuffs and pulled Derek closer, hooking a leg over the larger man's shoulder. Morgan didn't stop to comment as he slicked his cock and thrust smoothly into his boyfriend's tight heat.
 
Spencer swore as Derek fucked him, deep and hard, battering his prostate in the best possible way. "…shit, Derek, yes, fuck, so – fucking – perfect …-" Morgan shut him up with a kiss, and Reid retaliated, his pale fingers teasing his boyfriend's nipples mercilessly. Derek moaned softly and buried his face in his lover's neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin just under his ear until the genius lost the power of speech, and could only whimper helplessly until the older man took pity on him and gripped his cock, giving him what he needed to come.
 
Morgan slowed his thrusts and pulled out of his boyfriend's tight heat reluctantly, letting the young man catch his breath. Derek lay back and closed his eyes, trying to be gentlemanly and not concentrate on his aching erection. Then he felt the bed dip, and looked up to see Spencer settle between his legs and slowly, teasingly, lick at the head of his cock. The genius proceeded to torment him, licking and sucking him delicately, an innocent look in his eyes.
 
"What are you tryin' to do to me?" Derek moaned in protest.
 
Reid smirked. "Frustrate you. Is it working?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Oh, well, I can stop…" Spencer started to get up, and Derek propped himself up on his elbows.
 
"Hey, I don't think so."
 
Reid laughed and returned to his boyfriend, abruptly taking him all the way into his mouth, easily deep-throating.
 
Morgan twined his tightly into Spencer's hair, breathing, "That's more like it."
 
~~~~~
 
Spencer stood naked in Derek's bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He was covered in a trail of very obvious hickeys, from just under his ear down to his shoulder, and a few on his chest, down to a cluster of them just below his navel. He looked like they'd been in bed for days; like Morgan had eaten him alive – Reid smiled at the appropriateness of that metaphor.
 
Derek came up behind him, sliding an arm around his waist, and tracing the path he'd left over his boyfriend's chest and abdomen with a fingertip. Spencer turned his head, kissing the older man's unshaven jaw.
 
"How'd you learn that handcuff trick?" Morgan asked with a smile.
 
"How to get out?" Reid shrugged, smirking. "I thought that might come in handy."
 
"Did you really play naughty sex games with your physics professor?"
 
"No."
 
Morgan smirked. "I didn't think so."
 
"It was my chem professor that liked quote-unquote naughty sex games. My physics prof just liked to bend me over his office desk."
 
Morgan turned Spencer around, looking into his eyes to see if he was lying. "Seriously?"
 
The genius nodded calmly, as though this were perfectly reasonable.
 
"You slept with your professors?" Derek said, incredulous.
 
"Well it wasn't like I was cheating. What could they do, give me 110%?" the doctor said, shrugging. "I've never related to people my own age."
 
"It's just so…"
 
"Not what anyone expects of me?" Spencer grinned.
 
Morgan smiled back. "I was gonna go with 'dirty,' but that too."
 
"Well of course I'm dirty. I'm 25." Reid smiled, going to turn on the shower, and getting in. "Now get in here, or I won't have time to suck you off, and you'll have to go to work hard, still thinking about bending me over your desk."
 
Morgan shook his head, following his lover. "How do you always know what I'm thinking about?"

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Next part of Superheroes.