Friendship Worth Risking

Chapter Four

Morgan breaks their kiss and gets out of the bed. He finds a wash cloth in the bathroom and wets it. A quick wipe takes care of all the mess he made on himself. Reid will need a few wipes, due to gravity. He returns to find Reid covering his eyes with his hands, pressing into his sockets.

"You okay, Spencer?"

He jumps a bit at the sound and pulls his hands away from his face. "Yeah."

"I thought I'd clean you up a bit, if that's alright?" Reid nods and hooks his left arm under his head and neck while Morgan gently wipes up Reid's stomach and chest. "We really made a mess on you. Sorry about that."

"I don't mind." Reid smiles. Morgan tosses the rag into a corner. He stands at the edge of the bed, thinking about getting into his pyjamas but also thinking about cuddling up with Reid bare-assed. "Can we agree to not deal with long-term consequences until the morning? Is it too selfish to ask for one perfect night?" Reid sounds hopeful.

Morgan grins. "I'd like that." He pulls up the covers and makes the bed in a way that is actually usable, working around Reid, then gets in. "Can I be the big spoon?"

"What do you mean?" Reid asks though his voice is sleepy.

Morgan decides it will be easier to just show the young doctor. He reaches over and pulls Reid close to him, their bodies flush against each other with them both laying on their right sides. Morgan tucks his right arm under Reid's head as a pillow and uses his left arm to hold Reid tight against him. "Like this." Reid hums appreciatively and nestles into Morgan. Reid gently takes Morgan's hand and interlaces their fingers. He plants a kiss on Morgan's hand and returns them to his torso. Morgan nuzzles into Reid, inhaling deeply to fill his nostrils with Reid's smell.

The hotel phone is ringing; the sun is trying to peek through the curtains. Morgan untangles his arm from the sleeping body beside him and answers the phone. "Hello?" He asks, groggily.

"This is your 7AM wake-up call, Sir." The hotel clerk's voice is way too chipper.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome! Have a great day!"

Morgan returns the phone to the receiver and nestles back into the brown mane in front of him. The person attached to that hair is slowly waking up, based on the motions and breathing pattern. "Good morning, Pretty Boy."

Reid turns around abruptly to face Morgan, but says nothing. He seems to be slowly digesting the scene. The two of them cuddling together, completely naked except for a few blankets. "I thought for sure it was a dream," he whispers. His eyes are wide and searching Morgan's.

"Not a nightmare?" Morgan teases.

"Not for me."

"We should get dressed, Spencer. Then we can eat and talk about all of this. This is not a conversation we should have naked and hungry."

"Agreed." Reid nods and turns around and gets out of the bed. That's when Morgan sees the bruises. First he notices the vaguely circular bruise that stretches along Reid's back, reddish purple and sore-looking.

"Spencer, what happened to your back?!"

"What? Oh, maybe the steering wheel when I bumped against it." Reid doesn't seem alarmed. Morgan gets out and approches Reid; he reaches out and gently caresses the bruise. "It doesn't hurt," Reid supplies. Reid turns to face Morgan. Morgan's eyes drop down, canvassing Reid's body.

"And your leg?" Morgan eyes are locked in to Reid's left thigh. All over the thigh are various bruises, all red and purple, all shaped like fingers and hands. Morgan's fingers and hand. Morgan's stomach flips and he thinks he might be sick. I did that. I'm a monster.