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koori_neko) wrote2009-08-20 09:07 pm
koori_neko) wrote2009-08-20 09:07 pm
Entry tags:
fic, Under Cover of Night, Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, NC-17
Title: Under Cover of Night
Chapters: One Shot
Author: me
Rating:
Fandom/Pairing: Criminal Minds, Reid/Morgan
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Created for KinkBingo 2009, prompt being Cross dressing (Underwear/Lingerie). Again written during migraine episode, and not beta-ed.
Summary: Sometimes, dressing up for undercover work gives you more than you bargained for.
”No. Most definately not, Morgan.”
”Come on, Reid. You know that-...”
”Just because I know what the object is doesn't mean I want to dress up like a woman. Statistically...”
”Don't care about statistics, really.” Morgan let out an exasperated sigh and gave a sideways glance at the kid standing half naked in the changing room, arms folded across his chest. ”Come on, Reid. The team needs you.”
”That was low. Real low.”
Reid sat down on the bench, back turned to the other man and plain refused to look at what he apparently was supposed to be wearing.
Sure, the objective had something to do with a transvestite killing people, but Spencer still didn't get how that was forcing him into dressing up in frilly lace panties, a black leather mini skirt, and a black tank top. Sure, the fabrics were very nice and all, but....
“Please, Spence?”
“Fine.” Reid growled low and stood. “Fine, I'll do it, but you'll owe me, Morgan.”
Ripping off his jeans, mindful to actually not tear them, because he actually wanted to wear them home after the job was done, Reid reached for the slips and with an annoyed sound pulled them on. There was an issue with the skirt, but as he stood again Reid almost forgot to worry about that. The feeling of leather moving over his cock on top of the not-really shielding of lace. Eyes wide, he looked at Morgan, then blushed.
Morgan, taking his blush as something else, hurried over and started turning Reid around.
“Something wrong? Did you-...?”
“I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm fine.”
Reid tried to brush off the older guy, tried to step away from him and hide the erection starting at the feel of the fabric against his skin.
“You don't look to goo-... Oh.”
Morgan had cornered Reid and spotted the tenting of the skirt. Smiling he took another step towards the kid, watching Reid's eyes dart around for an escape.
“Morgan, what if someone comes in?”
“Then we can say we're playing tag, or something.” He was close enough to smell the faint traces of soap on Spencer, to see the kid swallowing hard. “Besides, they're already gone.”
“What? But the assignment?”
Not caring to answer the question, Morgan instead kissed those pouty lips, effectively silencing the complaints. Tongues battling for a second, Morgan let his hand travel up under the skirt hem, to the warmth of Reid's erection.
Spencer felt Morgan push closer, making the leather slide more over his semi-exposed skin. Groaning, he pushed into the hand, his own arms circling broad shoulders, tongue licking the edge of Morgan's mouth. Slinging one leg around well shaped hips, he started rutting against the older man's leg, groaning at the friction of lace-leather-well toned thigh.
“Reid..Spence..I need to get...”
Morgan reluctantly stepped back to turn to his duffel bag, stripping down to his boxers on the way. As he turned around, he noticed the skirt was gone but not the panties. Reid wouldn't meet his eyes, but didn't try to cover himself either. The black lace made for a beautiful contrast to Reid's pale skin, and the cock trapped under it seemed to be straining against the fine threads.
All but pouncing on the blond man, Morgan kissed him hard again, hands going to everywhere he could reach.
“Morgan. Feels so good. “ Reid was thrusting up against Morgan again, not caring that he sounded pathetic.
“Can...god, Reid...can you take me just like this? No prep?”
“Y-yes.”
Quickly, Morgan got rid of his boxer, though leaving the slip on Reid. He quickly rolled on a condom and slicked himself, taking a second to calm down from the edge as he did so. Reid slung both his legs around Morgan's fit hips, holding on to the rack above him to take some weight off the older man.
Not completely trusting his lover's judgment, Morgan shoved two fingers into Reid, earning a heartfelt groan. Deeming that the blond was relaxed enough Morgan slid inside as gently as he could to not hurt Reid more that necessary, but his control slipped quickly when the muscles around his dick clamped down, bringing him in closer.
Not finding any leverage, Reid could do nothing but take the hard-fast tempo his lover sat, clamping down rhythmically as pleasure was spiraling through his system. Fingers clawing at the wall behind him, Spencer felt warmth pooling at the pit of his gut and with a particularly well aimed thrust at his bundle of nerves, stars exploded in his head. Arms falling onto Morgan's shoulders again, Reid slowly milked the last come from the older man and sagged against the wall, wet lace now starting to itch on his groin.
“I thought you might like them.”
Climbing off his lover Reid glared as he slipped off the panties and tossed them into the trash.
“There was no assignment?”
“Oh, there was. Just not requiring dress-up.”
Growling, Reid spun around from divesting of the rest of the women's clothing and pounced on Morgan, who turned and fled into the showers.
Chapters: One Shot
Author: me
Rating:
Fandom/Pairing: Criminal Minds, Reid/Morgan
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Created for KinkBingo 2009, prompt being Cross dressing (Underwear/Lingerie). Again written during migraine episode, and not beta-ed.
Summary: Sometimes, dressing up for undercover work gives you more than you bargained for.
”No. Most definately not, Morgan.”
”Come on, Reid. You know that-...”
”Just because I know what the object is doesn't mean I want to dress up like a woman. Statistically...”
”Don't care about statistics, really.” Morgan let out an exasperated sigh and gave a sideways glance at the kid standing half naked in the changing room, arms folded across his chest. ”Come on, Reid. The team needs you.”
”That was low. Real low.”
Reid sat down on the bench, back turned to the other man and plain refused to look at what he apparently was supposed to be wearing.
Sure, the objective had something to do with a transvestite killing people, but Spencer still didn't get how that was forcing him into dressing up in frilly lace panties, a black leather mini skirt, and a black tank top. Sure, the fabrics were very nice and all, but....
“Please, Spence?”
“Fine.” Reid growled low and stood. “Fine, I'll do it, but you'll owe me, Morgan.”
Ripping off his jeans, mindful to actually not tear them, because he actually wanted to wear them home after the job was done, Reid reached for the slips and with an annoyed sound pulled them on. There was an issue with the skirt, but as he stood again Reid almost forgot to worry about that. The feeling of leather moving over his cock on top of the not-really shielding of lace. Eyes wide, he looked at Morgan, then blushed.
Morgan, taking his blush as something else, hurried over and started turning Reid around.
“Something wrong? Did you-...?”
“I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm fine.”
Reid tried to brush off the older guy, tried to step away from him and hide the erection starting at the feel of the fabric against his skin.
“You don't look to goo-... Oh.”
Morgan had cornered Reid and spotted the tenting of the skirt. Smiling he took another step towards the kid, watching Reid's eyes dart around for an escape.
“Morgan, what if someone comes in?”
“Then we can say we're playing tag, or something.” He was close enough to smell the faint traces of soap on Spencer, to see the kid swallowing hard. “Besides, they're already gone.”
“What? But the assignment?”
Not caring to answer the question, Morgan instead kissed those pouty lips, effectively silencing the complaints. Tongues battling for a second, Morgan let his hand travel up under the skirt hem, to the warmth of Reid's erection.
Spencer felt Morgan push closer, making the leather slide more over his semi-exposed skin. Groaning, he pushed into the hand, his own arms circling broad shoulders, tongue licking the edge of Morgan's mouth. Slinging one leg around well shaped hips, he started rutting against the older man's leg, groaning at the friction of lace-leather-well toned thigh.
“Reid..Spence..I need to get...”
Morgan reluctantly stepped back to turn to his duffel bag, stripping down to his boxers on the way. As he turned around, he noticed the skirt was gone but not the panties. Reid wouldn't meet his eyes, but didn't try to cover himself either. The black lace made for a beautiful contrast to Reid's pale skin, and the cock trapped under it seemed to be straining against the fine threads.
All but pouncing on the blond man, Morgan kissed him hard again, hands going to everywhere he could reach.
“Morgan. Feels so good. “ Reid was thrusting up against Morgan again, not caring that he sounded pathetic.
“Can...god, Reid...can you take me just like this? No prep?”
“Y-yes.”
Quickly, Morgan got rid of his boxer, though leaving the slip on Reid. He quickly rolled on a condom and slicked himself, taking a second to calm down from the edge as he did so. Reid slung both his legs around Morgan's fit hips, holding on to the rack above him to take some weight off the older man.
Not completely trusting his lover's judgment, Morgan shoved two fingers into Reid, earning a heartfelt groan. Deeming that the blond was relaxed enough Morgan slid inside as gently as he could to not hurt Reid more that necessary, but his control slipped quickly when the muscles around his dick clamped down, bringing him in closer.
Not finding any leverage, Reid could do nothing but take the hard-fast tempo his lover sat, clamping down rhythmically as pleasure was spiraling through his system. Fingers clawing at the wall behind him, Spencer felt warmth pooling at the pit of his gut and with a particularly well aimed thrust at his bundle of nerves, stars exploded in his head. Arms falling onto Morgan's shoulders again, Reid slowly milked the last come from the older man and sagged against the wall, wet lace now starting to itch on his groin.
“I thought you might like them.”
Climbing off his lover Reid glared as he slipped off the panties and tossed them into the trash.
“There was no assignment?”
“Oh, there was. Just not requiring dress-up.”
Growling, Reid spun around from divesting of the rest of the women's clothing and pounced on Morgan, who turned and fled into the showers.
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