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Reid may look innocent, but he was a genius who grew up in Las Vegas, and grew up fast. By the time other kids his age were figuring out that different people had different parts, Spencer was already well aware of the internal and external features of bodies as well as the mechanics of sex and just how babies were made, and was making his way through academic studies on kink. He’d figured out he was homosexual, but panromantic. He started college at 12 and was immersed in a sex-heavy culture. He may not have participated, but it was practically impossible to attend college classes with college students and not pick up a few things. By the time he turned 18 he was working on his second PhD, and was under a fair amount of stress (that might be the understatement of the century, he’d been pretty much crushed by stress ever since he could walk. In fact he wondered if it took him longer to walk than most kids, seeing as how he had to lift the weight of all that stress). The point was, he needed release, and he knew how he wanted to get it.
He started seeking out dungeons. Clubs weren’t really his scene; too loud, too bright, and too hard to tell if the person you were going home with was vanilla, kinky, or a serial killer. Dungeons, on the other hand, required vetting and clean tests to get in, and since the play happened on site it was a hell of a lot harder for someone to be discretely murdered. One look at his face and the Domme running the place knew he’d be the most popular member. He was practically begging to be ruined, such an innocent, expressive face, with big pink lips perfect for wrapping around a ball gag or a cock. And she was right; Spencer’s first night at the local dungeon he had 5 dom’s offering to play with him.
Spencer had never been confident. He’d been bullied most of his life, "scrawny" was the nicest thing people called him, the slurs were more common though. He’d had little to no self-esteem at this point, at least not in his appearance. He knew he was smart but beyond that? He didn’t think he had much to offer. Playing at the dungeon proved differently to him. Suddenly he wasn’t scrawny; he was slender. He was beautiful, pretty, and those weren’t bad things. They could take the words that had been used to mock him before but twist the way they were said, making "little whore" sound like the best thing to be. He’d heard about taking back language before but he hadn’t really understood it until now, until he realized that he could use the degradation as fuel, could choose to embrace it rather than letting it hurt him.
Spencer Reid was a slut. He kept it out of his public life, away from his academic career, wanted it to be something private and personal. He wasn’t ashamed, but he wanted to be taken seriously as a doctor instead of being dismissed as a sex-hungry whore (which he definitely also was, but the also was important there). When he started working at the BAU, he was nervous. They were profilers, it was nearly impossible to keep a real secret from them. But profilers liked to put people in boxes and as soon as they met him, they put Spencer in a nice box labeled "Nerdy Virgin" and left him there. And sure, sometimes it hurt a little. Other times he had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing when Morgan made some crack about him being so innocent. But overall, it worked for Spencer. He got to keep his work life professional, and still get release when he needed it. He knew the locations and had contacts in dungeons all over the country, so if a case they were on got to be a bit too much he could slip away for an hour or two, pretend to need a nap. And no one noticed.
~~~
No one would have noticed, maybe not ever, but eventually the inevitable occurred: Reid couldn’t keep his mouth shut. In his defense though, Hotch and Morgan were discussing sending Emily in to flirt with the guy, get some information out of him. They were supposed to be profilers! The guy, Mitch, he hadn’t so much as let his eyes linger on a single woman in that club. The cute bartender, on the other hand…well. Emily wasn’t going to get anywhere with him and they really needed that information. So he sighed, shook his head, and started loosening his tie.
"You all right there, Pretty Boy?" Morgan asked, tilting his head in confusion.
"Fine," Reid said calmly, pulling the tie over his head and handing it to Emily.
"And what am I supposed to do with this?" She asked, laughing, assuming he was attempting to help her seduce Mitch. Spencer just smirked at her, undoing the top few buttons on his shirt.
"Hold it for me." With that, he began walking, no, sauntering over to Mitch, swaying his hips in a way the team had never seen him do.
"Is he - is he doing what I think he’s doing?"
"I - yeah. Yes, I think he is."
"Oh my god."
Morgan just stared in shock, watching as Spencer approached the target, sitting at the bar next to him. From where the team was standing, they could see Reid giving Mitch an interested once over before turning to the bartender and ordering a drink. Mitch took the bait in an instant, leaning towards Spencer and motioning towards the bartender to put the drink on his tab. The two flirt for quite a while, and its obvious Reid is practiced.
"Ok but I’ve seen him try to flirt before, it was a disaster! Kid was flustered, no idea what to say, definitely didn’t have that coy little look he’s got going on over there!" Morgan exclaimed, not able to reconcile the sweet little nerd on the team with the sex kitten sitting at the bar.
"Have you ever seen him flirt with a guy? Or just with extremely hot women that you throw him in front of before disappearing around the corner to watch and laugh?"
"…touché Prentiss. Still, I didn’t even know the kid was gay!"
"First of all, we don’t know he’s gay. Theres a lot of sexualities out there, lets not try to define Reid’s for him. That said, Morgan, you profile people for a living and you didn’t realize Spencer Reid wasn’t straight!?"
Hotch snorted, "Even I knew that much."
Morgan’s mouth dropped open for a moment before movement at the bar caught his attention. "They’re moving, let’s go."
Sure enough, Mitch and Spencer were now making their way out of the club, Spencer draped over Mitch like a cheap hooker, whispering in his ear. The team was on their feet, following them out, but by the time they made it outside Reid had Mitch up against the building and was cuffing him.
"He just confessed to attacking James Parker."
Morgan blinked, he felt like he’d gotten whiplash from that night’s events. Hotch just chuckled and congratulated Spencer.
~~~
On the jet on the way home, Morgan plopped down next to Spencer and asked, "Where the hell did you learn to flirt, Pretty Boy?"
Spencer just looked at him, smirked, and replied, "You’re not the only one who thinks I’m pretty," and went back to his book. Morgan kept badgering him, though, and finally Spencer snapped.
"You really want to know? Fine. But not here. Come to my place after we land and I’ll tell you."
Morgan agreed, and finally left Reid alone for what remained of the flight, but as soon as wheels touched down he was on him again.
"Morgan I told you I’ll tell you," Reid said, attempting to put some space between him and the other profiler.
"And I’m just making sure you don’t slip away before you can do that. Come on, I’ll give you a ride. You can start explaining in the car."
Reid sighed in fond exasperation and followed Morgan out to the parking lot. He managed to hold off until they were actually at his apartment, and he sat down on the couch, Morgan next to him, to begin telling his story.
~~~
He’d only meant to gloss over it, mention that he’d had some experiences in university and he wasn’t celibate now, but Morgan kept pushing, sensing there was more to the story, and suddenly Spencer is describing the scene he was in last month where he’d been tied up, arms behind his back and legs spread apart, hanging from the ceiling, blindfolded, as several people ('How many?’ ‘I’m not sure, several.’ ‘Come on, Reid. I know your memory. How many?’ ‘…14.) groped him and used him. He told Morgan about a time at a place in Texas where he’d won an impromptu blowjob competition (‘No gag reflex.’ ‘Is that so?’). He was halfway through the story of his first experience with a St. Andrews cross when he realizes that Morgan is actually hard. He stutters to a stop because, ok yes, he was attracted to Morgan (more than attracted, he’d been attracted the moment he’d seen the guy but then he got to know him, to know his mind and his heart and - ok maybe he’s a little in love with him) but never once had he considered that attraction would be mutual. And maybe he should have, Morgan’s been calling him ‘Pretty Boy’ for years, but he shrugged it off as one of Morgan’s quirks. The erection straining to be released from Morgan’s pants is currently telling him maybe he shouldn’t have.
His eyes meet Morgan’s and he swallows. For a moment, he feels all his confidence leave him, but then he sees a flash of desire in Morgan’s eyes, sees one of Morgan’s hands twitch as if to reach out for him, and he throws caution to the wind because when is he ever going to get this chance again? He stands up from the couch, causing Morgan to look at him in concern. The look changes to shock as Spencer Reid drops to his knees between Derek Morgan’s legs and slowly reaches up to unzip his pants. Morgan is lost for words, right up until Spencer’s hand touches his dick, pulling it out, and Morgan just leans his head back and curses. He looks back down when he notices Spencer isn’t moving.
"Is this ok, Derek?" Spencer asks, needing verbal consent to go any further.
"It’s more than ok Pretty Boy, it's fucking great. I -" The rest of Morgan’s sentence is lost to a moan, because Spencer goddamn Reid has just swallowed his cock. He looks down and almost loses it because Spencer’s nose is pressed against his pubes and he’s looking up at him and - did that little shit just fucking wink at him? But before Morgan can fully process that, Spencer is moving, pulling all the way out, tongue flicking the head of Morgan’s cock before he takes the entire length again. He grabs Morgan’s hands and moves them to his head, weaving them into his hair before gagging himself slightly on Morgan’s dick, telling him with his eyes what he wanted.
"Jesus fucking christ Spencer," Morgan whined, before getting a firmer grip on Spencer’s hair and fucking his face. He stops right before he cums, pulling out of Spencer’s (Spencer’s) mouth.
"Much as I’d love to cum all over that pretty little face of yours, tonight I’m planning on cumming inside you."
Spencer smirks, though the effect is somewhat undermined by the redness of his face, eyes still watering from the rough treatment. "You can cum on my face tomorrow, then. Aim near my mouth and it’ll be breakfast in bed."
Morgan almost chokes on a laugh (resolutely ignoring how his stomach fills with butterflies hearing Spencer confirm this isn’t a one off thing, that he wants Derek to stay the night).
"Alright, enough smartass comments. Go to the bedroom, by the time I get there I want you naked on the bed, all fours. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
Morgan groaned, taking a minute to will his erection down enough to let him focus on the task ahead of him (prepping Spencer Reid to be fucked, by him, holy shit). When he gets to the bedroom all his hard (pun intended) work was almost undone in an instant by the sight of his pretty boy, on his hands and knees, working two fingers in and out of his ass. He’s behind him in seconds, reaching around to Reid’s face, and Reid knows exactly what he wants because suddenly he’s sucking on Morgan’s fingers, getting them all wet and ready. Then Morgan is scissoring Spencer’s ass, spreading him open for his cock. He adds a third finger, pumping slowly in and out of Spencer, who by now is a pleading mess, begging Morgan to just fuck him already, that he was a bit of a masochist and this was really plenty of preparation, so please stretch him open with his cock. That’s all Morgan needs to hear, and soon he’s lined up with Spencer’s hole.
He starts to push in and Spencer lets out the most beautiful sound, such a needy whine that Morgan can’t take it. He starts fucking him, hard, and Spencer loves it. He’s begging for more, a pretty little slut, desperate for Morgan’s cock. He cums just before Morgan, shooting all over his own stomach and pleading for Morgan to fill him with his seed. Morgan is happy to fulfill that request, cumming inside Spencer, and he doesn’t pull out immediately, letting Spencer feel his cum inside him, wishing he had a plug so he could - oh. Spencer was moving, pulling something out of the side table and - yeah. Yeah that was a plug. Spencer Reid just pulled a butt plug out of his nightstand and was now using it to keep Morgan’s cum inside him. Ok, that was probably the hottest thing Morgan’s ever seen (the only other things on the list are Reid on his knees sucking his cock and Reid on all fours fingering his own hole so really, maybe a definitive ranking wasn’t completely necessary). He didn’t think it was possible, he wasn’t 16 anymore after all, but he was actually getting hard again. Reid, of course, noticed this, and just had to remark, "I guess I’ll be having breakfast early, then?"
~~~
When Spencer shows up to work on Monday, he sits gingerly at his desk. No one notices, after all, he may have flirted impressively, but this was still Spencer Reid they were talking about. When Morgan shows up, five minutes later with two coffees in hand and the biggest shit eating grin on his face, they start teasing him about having "a real good weekend." He just laughs, "Oh, you have no idea," before dropping one of the coffees on Reid’s desk, giving him a wink, and sitting down in his own chair.