Rating: T / PG-13 / FRT
Pairing: Pogue/Reid
Word Count: 960

AN: Posting this before I go to bed. Any mistakes are mine.

Market
Fingers played with the collar of his shirt and the tight knot of his tie, only to have his hand slapped away by his mother. Again. Pogue sighed and frowned, but lowered his stinging hand and stopped pulling at his clothes. God he hated this. It wasn't fun anymore. At least when he was a kid he could run around with the other kids and play pirates or something while ignoring his mother as she scolded him about getting grass stains on his nice suit.

Now, at eighteen, he had to stand around and make awkward conversation with people he'd never met before and feel like an idiot in his best suit.

He didn't even know the couple getting hitched. The bride was a part of some family that had ties with the Parry's; second cousins or third cousins twice removed or something fucked up like that, he wasn't really listening when he mother was talking about it.

But Pogue wasn't stupid. He knew the real reason why they attended these things, and it wasn't to celebrate the union of the bride and groom.

It was for his mother to show him off.

The oldest and most notable families in Ipswich and the surrounding counties turned up with their sons and daughters, showing them off like prize ponies in the hopes that the bloodlines will be carried on for another generation. Pogue rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the group of girls who were staring and talking about him from the corner of the room. It wasn't a wedding, it was a market; the most eligible bachelor sold to the highest bidder.

"Can we go home yet?"

At least he wasn't alone. He turned his head at the muttered appeal, snorting at his brother's desperation.

"Hell no," he replied, watching the blue eyes scowl at him. "No way you're getting out of this now."

Reid huffed quietly, shaking a wayward strand of blond hair from his eyes. The girls gigged softly and Reid smirked at them, pretending to eye them just as they were pretending not to look.

"Seriously, man, I'm dying here." The blond muttered.

Pogue snorted again, "Yeah, looks like it."

"I am!" Reid said quietly, turning back to Pogue. "This whole thing is a fuckin' bust. They all are."

"Why you in such a rush to get home, anyway? They haven't even cut the cake yet."

"Because I'd rather be fucking you senseless than eating god damn fucking wedding cake."

Pogue shivered, willing his body to behave.

Unfortunately, his mind didn't take the hint.

He glowered at the blond and sank lower in his seat. "Fucker."

"Gather round, ladies! The bride is about to throw the bouquet!"

"Oh Christ." Reid muttered, watching the female population move to the front of the large ballroom. "I need a drink."

"Me too." Pogue said as his blond brother stood. Reid arched an eyebrow, but didn't refuse. He smirked and watched his lover go.

Lover. God, it seemed strange to think that, but that's what they were. Lovers, for nearly nine months now. No-one knew, of course, apart from Caleb and Tyler. No-one else needed to know, did they? Pogue sighed softly, eyes lingering on Reid's slender form as he leaned against the bar and waited for their drinks. He was tired of creeping around, of having to pretend that he was free and single and looking at girls left and right. He didn't want them, he just wanted Reid.

And if that meant coming out of the big gay closet, then so be it.

God, he really was in love with Reid.

"Three, two one!"

Pogue turned back to the events at hand, watching as the bride launched the bouquet of flowers into the air. A sea of arms and hands lifted up, each trying to grab onto the flying object and assure their place as the next bride to be. He snorted, god this was so pathe-

The flowers kept going. And going. And going, sailing over each and every head in the group of clamouring women. His jaw slowly dropped as he realised who was going to end up with the flowers. He couldn't move, not even when one of the glasses fell from Reid's hand and smashed across the floor.

A hushed silence filled the room, each and every pair of eyes fixed on the blond male in the middle. Reid stood, rooted to the spot, mouth open wide and shocked blue eyes fixed on Pogue.

"Oh, you've got to be shitting me!"

He would have laughed, but then he noticed the looks the girls were giving him. He could see how each of them were planning on making their move, get themselves noticed and then hopefully become the future Mrs Garwin.

Pogue was out of his seat and half way across the room before he'd even thought about it. The silence gave way to gasps and whispers as Pogue leaned down and kissed Reid, right there in front of everyone. The second glass fell to the floor with a smash and the flowers tickled his neck when the other male's arms wrapped around him, body melting into him. God, he always found that so fucking sexy.

He was pulling Reid out the door and toward the expensive hotel room by his wrist, uncaring of what was being said behind them. They stumbled through the hallways, unable to keep their hands off each other as they tried to find their room.

"Don't I get a ring?" Reid asked, eyes gleaming sarcastically.

"Shut up."

"I at least want an 'I do' before we skip to the wedding night, Pogue."

"Shut up!"

And Reid did...but only because conversation was notoriously difficult with an extra tongue in your mouth.