~Moreid Oneshots~

Accident

A/n: here you little wackadoos, have fun with this. It's 1:15 and I hope you guys like it-or not idc (I really do actually ahahah)

Derek's POV

I'd been at the club for about an hour now, searching for someone to screw. I've been watching the door, looking for someone new to fuck around with for a little.

Suddenly he saw someone new. I couldn't make out the details of his face but he was just my type, for guys at least. Hair down to his shoulders, nerdy kind of smile, the likes.

Which was basically Reid, but I'll never tell him that. I call him pretty boy all the time, but I don't think he knows that I actually mean it. And I do, but it could never work between us. But maybe I can use this guy as a distraction.

I watched him walk to the bar and order a drink, a sweet Irish Coffee as far as I can tell. I walked over there and slide next to him, trying to be casual.

"So, what's a pretty thing like you doing all by yourself?"

"Just looking for some fun," He said, flashing a bright smile that shined through the darkness of the club.

God, he even sounded like Reid. My heart pounded and my head got a little dizzy, but that could just be the whisky.

"Well, I could definitely help you with that," I replied, rubbing his arm and generally just feeling around. "Wanna come back to my place?"

He nodded and we got up, me putting an arm around his waist and leading him to my car. We drove, the atmosphere getting heavier as we kept giving each other looks.

I unlocked the door and the second it was closed, I pushed him against the door, making out with a hunger that took my breath away. With our mouths connected, I lead him into my bed and we started to undress.

<<Timeskip to Morning>>

Reid's POV

I rolled over to my side, gazing out the window of this man's house. I rolled over to look at who had rearranged my guts last night.

fuck

I recognized that caramel skin and that slight shadow of facial hair. I knew that if he'd open his eyes, I would see his beautiful brown eyes.

I shot out of his bed and grabbed my clothes, running to the door as I jumped into my clothes. I then ran out the door before promptly remembering how he'd drove me to his house.

I sighed and started to walk back to the club, realizing it was only a couple of blocks away from one of Derek's properties.

I was lucky that I had naturally woken up early and had time to go back to the club. The sun was just rising, accompanying me as I finally got to my car and drove back home.

I actually had enough time to shower, change, the whole nine yards, but the morning had plagued my mind. How was I just supposed to forget what we did last night?

A shiver ran as I remembered his hands on my hips, the way that he pinned me down, and I saw myself blush bright red in the bathroom mirror.

It was probably just an accident, I thought, running a hand through my hair. I opened my apartment door, jogging down the stairs and into the car.

I turned the car radio on, well "radio". I popped in a classical CD, hoping the fiddle and flutes of various composers drove out the memories of last night.

I parked in my spot, noting how poorly that Morgan had parked. He'd probably been in a rush...or wanted to tell Garcia something.

I tried to use my water bottle to cool my checks down but obviously doesn't work. I silently curse myself and the laws of thermodynamics as I slide out of my car and started to climb the stairs.