Endgame | ᴍᴏʀᴇɪᴅ

Says The Supermodel

Morgan sighed as he watched another episode of Friends. Morgan was bored out of his mind and he had nothing to do. Usually, he'd be out on some lady date to get laid but he didn't feel the need nor did he want to do that. Not this Saturday and not any other. He wasn't interested unless it was Reid.

Morgan wondered when he became so attached? Derek never was one to 'catch feelings' and stay long enough to continue and work for a relationship. It never made sense for him to do so because he wouldn't have ever had the time to entertain nor maintain a stable relationship. Now, that's all he  can think of; building one. Building something stable other than just another property. Something real.

Derek scoffed and smiled, shaking his head as he stared at his lap. He really couldn't believe he was having these thoughts right now over Spencer Reid. The little genius with boyish hair, a brain with limitless capacity. A guy. Morgan wanted something completely serious and stable; with a guy.

He sat back in his chair, glazing over his thoughts, and coming to conclusions and ideas. He bit down on his lip, looking down and shaking his head in surprise about his own thoughts. Last weekend gave him a lot of new perspectives. It had been one the most casual yet unusual dates he had ever been on without its endgame being sex. They spent hours at a library. A library of all places and Morgan hadn't minded a single bit. It was probably the best date he had ever been on and maybe it had nothing to do with the place or what they did. It was who he was with that made it so great. It was something so simple, just reading together and making up silly stories whenever they got bored with the real one, making it more interesting. It was fun and it was just so much more. More what? He didn't know, it just was.

His pretty boy, the one with an eidetic memory, an IQ of 187, and can read 20,000 words per minute wanted to be with Derek? Out of anyone Spencer could have had, he wants him?

Morgan blinked, finally coming to the conclusion that his brain had turned to mush and he sounded like a teenage girl writing down her feelings in a diary. He jumped as his phone started ringing beside him. Derek looked at the caller and a face-splitting grin grew on his lips.

Dr. Spencer Reid. What're you doing to me?

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Spencer sat in his living room chair, his hands fiddling furiously with a coin, his phone sitting on the armrest. He wanted to spend time with Derek but for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to pick up the phone and call him. Spencer was still trying to accept the fact that Morgan was reciprocating the feelings he hadn't ever thought he would. Derek Morgan, muscular, and alpha male Derek Morgan. The one who had women lined up for him. The guy who hadn't ever spared another male a second glance. That guy, was now interested in Spencer? It was hard for Spencer to wrap his mind around it.

He chewed on his lower, lip staring at the phone as if it were about to blow up.

"Oh man up, Spencer," he muttered to himself before grabbing the phone and hitting Morgan's name in his contact book. He gulped the minute he heard the tone that let him know Derek's phone was now ringing.

"Hey, pretty boy," Morgan's voice rang through. Spencer smiled to himself, looking down.

"Hi," he managed, pressing his lips together thinking about how lame that sounded.

"What's up?" Spencer cleared his throat. What was up?

"Er, nothing," he licked my lips, "Just wanted to, uh... call?" it sounded more like a question. Morgan chuckled and Spencer felt myself smile at the sound.

"Wanna know something cheesy?" Morgan asked.

"Yes," he nodded, stopping when he realized Derek couldn't see him.