A/N: Alrighty then. Wanted to get some team interactions thrown in here because I haven't included them nearly enough. Some more happy go lucky character time and relationship development before we get to some angst stuff! Onward!

Warmth beamed through him, a heavy weight that would normally have alarmed him lay across his chest. Morgan shifted with a grunt, the weight grunting back in annoyance.

"Can't feel my legs…" Morgan mumbled. The two men hadn't moved at all through their nap. Reid's hands lay on Morgan's shoulders, his head nuzzled into his neck, Morgan's hands resting on the other man's thighs.

"Mm." Reid replied, pushing his face closer into the crook of Morgan's neck.

That's when Morgan heard his dreaded ring tone from somewhere next to him. With a scowl he reached blindly for the phone on the cushion next to him, not at all pleased with the interruption of the so far so good day they were having.

He glared at the caller I.d. over Reid's shoulder and heaved a sigh before answering with a grumble.

"Now, is that any way to greet a princess?" Garcia's voice chided from the other line. Reid groaned and slid from Morgan's lap to splay across the other side of the couch, the feeling of loss only serving to deepen Morgan's scowl.

"It is when she's interrupting a much needed personal day with a prince." He mumbled, forgetting that he hadn't officially told her that Reid and him were now exclusively dating. The squeals he got in return for his statement had him pulling the phone from his ear and glaring at the receiver in annoyance, while Reid reluctantly stumbled from the couch to the bathroom, grumbling something about needing to drain his bladder to avoid prostate damage.

"Details!"

"Not right now. What did you need?"

"Pft. Well, JJ invited the team over for dinner tonight, and I am helping pass along the invites per request. Are you going to tell them?"

"Uh…We skipped that part."

"Well, you should probably work that out, but more importantly, I require details now." Garcia told him simply, as if that settled it.

"Not right now." He repeated.

"Do you want me to make an excuse up for you and genius boy?" Garcia giggled and Morgan rolled his eyes.

"No, if we decide we can't make it, we'll do it ourselves." Morgan ran his hand over the back of his shaved head. He wasn't looking forward to their day together being interrupted.

"Well, fine, but stop being such a poophead. It doesn't suit you."

"A poophead?" Morgan asked ludicrously.

"Yes, now, give me a proper good bye." She laughed and Morgan found himself smiling slightly.

"Alright, fine. Good bye all amazing baby girl."

"Hopefully see you later chocolate hunk."

Morgan tossed his phone beside him and heard Reid's voice from the bathroom. JJ must've called him to extend the invite. Waiting for Reid to finish his business, he realized his briefs were stiff with cum for the first time since he'd woken. With less enthusiasm than he normally had for getting clean, he shuffled upstairs to the bathroom connected to his bedroom to clean up and change clothes.

"I really do not want to go to that." Reid's voice growled from behind Morgan as he jumped into a clean pair of pants, having already changed his briefs. Turning around, Morgan earned a little relief in his mood with the image of his thoroughly disheveled boyfriend, a look Reid did not wear often, but damn he wore it well.

"Neither do I, but we should." Morgan stepped forward and snaked his arms around Reid's waist, admiring the way his hair stuck up in a crazed, sexed way.

Blushing, Reid bit his lip and lowered his eyes. "Um. We'd have to swing by my place. I kind of need a change of clothes."

"Kind of?" Morgan chuckled and stared down at his boyfriend adoringly, appreciating the casual jeans all over again. "I always imagined you wore sweater vests and slacks twenty-four seven, even in your sleep."

"You imagined wrong." Reid stuck out his tongue and Morgan laughed. It was the kind of laugh that lit Morgan's eyes up with fireworks and accentuated his crows feet. His grin threatening to stretch his face in two, and his teeth gleaming as the laughter fell from his lips. It was the kind of laugh Reid didn't get to see as often as he would've liked, the kind that made his stomach flutter. Over the last two days he'd seen it more than he had in the last two months, and that was a fact, he'd counted.

Morgan's laughter died, but a smile still rested on his face, one that looked like he was trying to restrain it slightly so he didn't look like a loon, but it was still contagious. Reid soon found himself smiling right back.

"What are we even so silly happy about right now?" Reid asked, but the smile did not falter.

"No idea. We've got a dinner to go to where we don't get to be in each other's laps. Not such a happy idea." Morgan poked Reid's nose and he wiggled it in response. He was going to ask why Morgan kept doing that, but he really didn't care.

"So, we're going?" Reid asked quizzically.

"We would go if we weren't together. We shouldn't ditch out on our friends." Morgan shrugged. "Not that I'm bursting with joy about it. But, we'll have fun."

"Um, speaking of this dinner. We didn't discuss the team. Should we tell them?"

"It's up to us."

"Statistically speaking-"

"No, no stats Spence. What should we do?"

A pause lingered in the air before a whoosh of a sigh left Reid's lips. "What do you think?"

"We shouldn't tell them." Morgan's reply came without second thought.

"Because of the risk to our jobs?"

"No, because I don't like sharing." Morgan grinned, rubbing his hands soothingly across the small of Reid's back.

Brows crinkled, Reid's classic pondering face graced his features, it gave Morgan a giddy skip in his chest. God damn that look got his gears going. "I agree. Our relationship is new. I want to experience us privately before inviting others in."

"And we'll already be fending Garcia off with sticks." Morgan growled.

Eyes wide, Reid gaped for a moment. "How does Garcia know?"

"She's the one who got me to admit my feelings to you…I'm sorry, I should've told you." Morgan murmured, sucking on his cheek anxiously.

Thoughtfully picking at the collar of Morgan's shirt, Reid cracked a small smile. "It's okay, I should really thank her actually."

"Mmm. You are too sweet."

In agreement the two men stood staring at each other, almost awkwardly, for a moment.

"So, yeah. Change of clothes for this Homosapien?" Reid shifted nervously in Morgan's embrace.

Appreciatively, Morgan let his eyes trail down Reid's bare chest and to the V that lead teasingly into his low sitting jeans. "I guess, but damn babe." Morgan bit his lip and shook his head.

"Damn babe, what?"

"You have no idea how fucking sexy you are." Morgan growled and leaned his head down to place a soft kiss on Reid's collar bone. Reid found himself getting turned on by the dirty talk and closed his eyes.

"We have one hour to get to JJ's." Reid reminded him, although his breath had been picking up with excitement. His breathing almost halted all together when Morgan's mouth latched onto the spot he'd kissed and began to suck and lick it in earnest.

"Women's tongues are shorter than men's." Reid panted and tried to remove himself from Morgan's arms.

Morgan pulled back to admire the hickey he'd successfully marked his boyfriend with, and puffed a breath of air across it. Reid shivered, and Morgan smirked.

"Oh, I see the game now, you tease." Reid yanked himself away and put on a false pout.

"Sorry, Pretty Boy. I just like getting you riled up."

"I've gathered that." Reid grumbled.

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One and a half hours later the two men were practically falling out of Morgan's car and rushing up to JJ and Will's house. They would've been on time, they really would've. Reid had calculated it to the second, but Morgan had insisted on laying kisses all over Reid's back as they picked out his outfit, and then they'd had to make out for awhile.

"Hello there, tardy number one and two." JJ scolded, but her twinkling smile told them they were in no trouble.

"Yeah, I was even on time and Jack threw up just as I was leaving." Hotch piped up from somewhere beyond the door.

Staring at their feet in shame, the two men stepped into the house and took off their shoes.

"I'm sorry, I hope he's not sick." Reid winced guiltily.

"No, it was my fault. Too many airplane rides after too much ice cream." Hotch gave a rare smile that they only got to see outside of work. He sat on one side of the couch facing the T.V. in the living room.

"So, why were you late?" Prentiss was sitting on the other side of the couch and giving them raised eyebrows.

Reid didn't know what to say. He hadn't properly thought that one through. He normally didn't have to lie about his sexcapades to his coworkers.

"It's my bad. I miscalculated how much time I had to doll up." Morgan pretended to flip his non existent hair and Prentiss snorted derisively.

"Suuure." She gave him a thumbs up that clearly said she didn't believe them, but they were rescued, or perhaps captured, by Garcia's voice.

"Chocolate Adonis, and Boy Genius!" She rushed from the kitchen to wrap an arm around each of their waists. "I'm glad to see the last of my sexy agents has arrived."

Prentiss leaned her head back on the couch to get an upside down view of the three. "I like how we're your agents. I didn't realize you'd purchased us."

"Oh, yes. I tell you the set was quite expensive, but well worth it." She let her hands travel down and pinch the two men's butts who both jolted away from her with glares.

This time they were properly saved by JJ. "Reid, why don't you help me in the kitchen? The rest of you sit your cabooses down. Morgan, you want a beer while we're in there?"

The mocha skinned man gave her an appreciate smile. "That would be great, thanks."

Reid watched regretfully as Morgan took a seat between Hotch and Emily, not that he wasn't thankful that he was given an excuse to escape further butt pinches from Garcia for now.

The kitchen was brimming full of wonderful smells that could only be described as a mother's cooking. He inhaled deeply and found his regret immediately filled by content.

"Where's Will?" He asked when JJ came flouncing back in from delivering beers, and took up cutting up some vegetables that she'd pointed to on the island.

"He's picking some wine and beer up from the store. He was going to go earlier, but he got caught up playing outside with Henry." She began to stir the random assortments of things bubbling on the stove.

The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board with each slice filled the kitchen for a few moments before JJ came over to rest her elbows on the counter and stare at Reid conspicuously.

"Can I help you with something?" Reid asked innocently.

"Why are you wearing form fitting jeans?"

"Well, they were in my closet, so I put them on." He shrugged, trying not to smile fondly at the memory of Morgan fishing them out of the back of his closet and practically wrestling him into them.

"Don't give me that bull." She grabbed a piece of green pepper and popped it into her mouth, falling silent as she chewed pensively. "Something's different about you. Those jeans are way too ass accentuating for your tastes."

"I enjoy some flattering clothing every once and while." Reid sniffed.

JJ grinned and spun around to lean on the counter backwards. "Bullshiiit." She sang, and giggled at the ineffective glower Reid tried to give her.

"There's someone romantic in your life, and I think I know who it is." She narrowed her eyes as if it would help her pierce straight into his brain.

"Yeah, there's someone romantic in my life." He raised his eyebrows at her.

The blonde beauty put a hand on his arm to stop his movements. "Stop selling yourself short like that. Anyways, if I'm right, he's totally all about you. I can tell."

Reid halted his movements. It didn't surprise him that she'd said he. She knew that he swung both ways, but the fact that she knew it was someone that she knew, that was a problem.

"What does your mother say?" JJ questioned innocently.

"A mother always knows." Reid said quietly, staring unblinking at the vegetables.

"Yes, a mother always knows." JJ gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his arm before letting her fingers slowly fall away. "Don't worry, I won't say anything. But really, you could've told me. I'm your best girl friend, aren't I?" She gave him a fake pout as if she didn't know it to be true.

"Of course you are Jayje. It's a recent development." Reid laughed nervously, and began his work on the veggies again.

Their friend's came and went out of the kitchen as Reid and JJ danced around each other, Reid following her orders, stirring, chopping, flipping, seasoning and pouring. They basked in the time they got with one another, joking and chatting.

"Aren't you two about done in here?" Garcia giggled, and twirled into the kitchen, her cheeks flushed slightly now that Will had returned with wine and beer.

"Almost Garcia." JJ smiled and shot her a scolding look for her lack of patience.

The bubbly tech kitten hopped onto one of the few free counters and narrowed her eyes clinically at Reid. He immediately stiffened and busied himself with pouring the homemade tomato sauce in with the spaghetti noodles.

"Soooo…" Garcia glanced at JJ and the blonde pursed her lips to keep her smile under waters. Garcia knew what that look meant, JJ knew about their lovely hunks. "Are you going to give me details since Chocolate God denied me them earlier?"

Mushrooms, green peppers, and onions slid into the pot to join the sauce and noodles, and Reid hummed a tune loudly, ignoring Garcia completely while shifting out of JJ's way.

"I think that means no." JJ sniggered and slid out a tray of garlic bread, and a tray of green bean casserole from the oven.

"More beer?" Morgan poked his head around the corner before advancing into the kitchen.

"While you're at it, why don't you grab me a refill?" Garcia slid from the counter, and purposefully knocked into Morgan slightly. Caught off guard, Morgan bumped into Reid.

At first Morgan's hands moved to steady Reid around his waist, but he caught himself just as his fingertips grazed the waistline of Reid's jeans, yanking his hands away to put them up in the air. "Sorry, man. Someone over here is a little tipsy." As he spoke, Morgan turned to glare at Garcia.

"Tipsy off some sexy images you've let my imagination run away with." Garcia scoffed and moved for the wine.

"Do you recall that those images are under wraps right now?" Morgan spoke through gritted teeth, trying to keep his voice down, and moved out of JJ's way as she pulled a bowl of fruit out of the fridge.

"Relax, Morgan. I had my suspicions, Reid pretty much confirmed them." JJ took out some carrots and ranch.

The burly man didn't seem surprised by her words at all. "Doesn't change the fact that anyone could walk in right now-" He cut himself off when he spotted Will waltzing in to join them, but gave them all a pointed look before excusing himself from the crowded area.

Worrying his lip, Reid focused on stirring the huge pot of spaghetti and ignored his friend's moving around him. He could handle keeping their relationship to themselves for now, but he wasn't sure if he could handle a drunk Garcia being ridiculous and dropping hints for the rest of the night.

"Time to dish up!" JJ's voice snapped him from his inner thoughts. She handed him a plate with a soothing smile. "Hey, relax. She wouldn't say anything too blatant." She reassured him under her breath.

"Heavy drinking leads to loss of inhibitions, impaired judgment, and increased sexual desires. The way she's headed, out of those, I'm saying she's going two of three that I'll bear witness to." Reid muttered bitterly and edged his way out of the kitchen. Dinner was going to be a ride, the kind that you'd puke on.