Endgame | ᴍᴏʀᴇɪᴅ

When Did My Pants Come Off?

"Ow, jeez, Spencer," Derek groaned. "If you wanted me to move you could've just said something," Spencer's eyes fluttered open and only to see Derek holding his nose.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you," Reid felt embarrassed, scooting closer to examine the injured nose. Spencer brushed Morgan's hands away and looked at it. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose on impulsion.

"You can smack me anytime if I get those in the morning," Derek grinned, brushing stray hairs out of the doctor's face.

"I'm sorry," the younger apologized again, smiling as he inspected every one of Derek's flawless features.

"I like waking up to you next to me," Morgan confessed, tapping the tip of the brunette's nose, his face scrunching naturally.

"I do, too," he admitted. The smile Morgan sported was something Spencer wanted to frame and have with him forever.

"How about we get ready, catch some breakfast, and then head to this festival of yours?" Derek propped himself on his elbow, caressing the sides of his lover's face with his index finger.

"Sounds great," Reid nodded.

"Alright, let's get to it," he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips before getting up.

"We can stop by your house so you can grab a fresh pair of clothes but you can shower here," Morgan suggested, stretching out his arms. Spencer wasn't sure when he had stripped down to just his boxers but he wasn't complaining a single bit.

"Okay," Spencer nodded, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up. He felt a rush of air hit his bare legs and he shivered. Bare legs? When did his pants come off?

"You pushed them off halfway through the night," Morgan said once he noticed what Reid was looking at.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the doctor blushed tugging at the ends of the long shirt. It wasn't huge, but it reached Spencer's mid-thigh anyway.

"Don't be baby, you're cute," Morgan flicked his nose as he crossed the room to get into the bathroom. Spencer scrunched his nose again, rubbing it viscously because of the lingering sensation. Usually, if someone were to flick his nose like that he would've probably said something but from Derek? He loved it even if it made his nose scrunch.

Spencer scanned the items in the room. Derek's room was neat and dark, which is something to expect from a single adult man's room. The walls were a dark shade of blue, dark wooden nightstands, desk, wardrobe. Derek's bedspread a lighter shade of blue accompanied with white fluffy pillows. There was a single mirror sitting on top of the short wardrobe which Spencer was surprised to find. Let's just say Morgan's been caught checking out his own reflection a few times so he expected more than one mirror.

He sat on edge of the bed, swinging his legs as a child would. Derek's room smelled like him which was a no-brainer. Morgan smelled nice, really nice. Spencer scanned the rest of his room lightly, not bothering to think into things because he didn't want to profile him. He searched for some sort of reading material and when he didn't find any, he left the room to search in the living room.

"There has to be at least one book," Spencer murmured to himself as he dragged his mismatched socks across the dark wood of the apartment floor. He finally spotted the cookbook in one of the kitchen corners. It wasn't much but it was some sort of reading material. He sat down on the sofa, opening to the first page and reading through the recipes. Some of them looked pretty delicious though he wouldn't attempt them because he didn't want to burn down his apartment building.

"Only you could be so engrossed in a cookbook like that," Spencer's ears perked at the sound of Derek's voice and he turned towards him in seconds. Morgan was standing in all his wet glory. His body shined with water, droplets running down his toned torso.