*Chapter Ten: Coming Home*

Morgan/Hotch relationship established.

Slash Warning. This Chapter is Rated M. You have been warned!

I do not own Criminal Minds or the characters therein (I wish I did!), they are owned by some really great people that I think should TOTALLY give me a job! I am not making any money off of this story either (would that I were-does that make sense?). The writing is just for a bit of fun.

Hotch stepped into the bedroom and put his ready bag down by the door with a sigh. He'd throw the dirty clothes in the hamper and put in fresh clothes when he woke up later on. Peeling off his clothes, he sighed and left them in a dirty pile on the floor. Not his usual behavior and he was sure that his partner would chew him out later, but he was too tired to care right then. Walking over to the bed he smiled down at his sleeping lover. Morgan slept in the middle of the bed, his head on his pillow, Hotch's pillow clutched tightly to his chest as if he'd been hugging it and sniffing it. He really missed me, Hotch thought to himself, his ego growing happily. His gaze continued its perusal. The caramel brown sheets of the bed were almost the color of Morgan's skin and rode low on his hips. From where he stood, Hotch could see that Morgan was nude, the top of his flaccid cock showing just above the top of the sheet.

Hotch felt his body growing warm with lust. Between Morgan being on bedrest and the week-long trip they'd just had to take out in Idaho with a woman who was killing women who looked just like her, it had been a loonngg time since he'd made love to his man. Smiling a mischievous grin he pulled back the covers from his lover's body and leaned over to kiss Morgan's shoulder. The sleeping man sighed and clutched the pillow tighter. Hotch grinned and lightly nibbled the shoulder before kissing his way down the man's side. He drew a hand down his lover's body and gently caressed the awakening cock.

"Wake up Derek," he whispered as he leaned over the man's hips. Morgan rolled over with a sigh and a mumbled, "Aaron," that warmed Hotch's heart.

"I'm right here baby," he reassured the man as he slowly licked up from the base to the tip of the cock he held in his hand, smiling when he heard the man moan. Opening his mouth he took the cock into his mouth fully and began to suck, using his tongue to lightly lick on the sensitive nerves under the head. Using his other hand he gently rolled his lover's balls in his hand as he sucked on his cock, using his other hand to hold the cock upright. Morgan was by now moaning and writhing on the bed but was, amazingly, still asleep. Lifting his head from his lover's cock, Hotch shook his head and then reached over to grab the lube out of the top nightstand drawer, pouring the liquid in his hand, he stroked his lover's cock, making sure that it was fully coated with the warm liquid. Pouring more of the lube on his fingers, he tossed the bottle towards the bottom of the bed and slowly slid one finger deep into his ass as he prepared himself to take his lover's cock. He was much bigger than his lover, his dick was longer and wider, but Morgan's cock had a nice curve to it that made it possible for him to hit his prostate with each thrust inside of his orifice. With that nice thought in his mind, he knew he didn't want to wait so he shoved three fingers inside of his channel and groaned.

It was his groan that woke his lover, Morgan's eyes opened slowly and he looked up at his partner in a daze. "A-Aaron? What's going on? What are you doing?" he asked.

"Taking advantage of you," Hotch said with a groan as he slowly removed his fingers and then sat down on his lover's cock.

Morgan's hips thrust upwards without hesitation. "Oh God," Hotch moaned simultaneously with Morgan's "Jesus Christ you feel good."

Not wanting to waste any time, Hotch began fucking himself on his lover's dick, his prostate stroked with each thrust. It had been so long that he knew he would be coming shortly.

"God, baby, I'm going to come soon," he warned the younger man.

"Good because so am I. It's been too long honey, way too long," Morgan groaned as his hips began pistoning inside of his lover.

"Yes baby, right there, God, don't stop, please, please don't stop," Hotch encouraged as he felt his balls draw up and his hole clench tight with his impending orgasm. Throwing back his head he let out a howl of satisfaction as his cum shot from the top of his cock and onto his lover's face.

Feeling his lover's muscles clenching his cock tightly with his orgasm was all it took to hurtle Morgan over the edge. With a groan, he came deep within his lover's ass before flopping back into exhaustion.

"Dear God, what the fuck was that?" Morgan asked after a moment of the two of them panting. Hotch chuckled as he slowly lifted off of his lover's cock with a groan and laid beside him.

"That, my husband-to-be, was a 'Glad to be Home' fuck. Not to be confused with a 'Welcome Home' fuck which involves candles, whipped cream and those blueberries that you love so much," he explained giving Morgan a wide grin.

Morgan laughed, before picking up his discarded t-shirt from the floor and wiping himself clean of his lover's spunk. "Well, if this is how you say "glad to be home," feel free to leave more often," he teased.

"Really?" Hotch asked looking at the younger man.

"Hell no! I missed you like crazy," Morgan said as he lay on the other man's chest, finding that perfect spot between his shoulder and his chest that was made just for his head to rest, his hand resting on the other man's chest as they settled down to sleep.

"And I missed you like crazy," Hotch reciprocated lifting the younger man's fingers to his lips to kiss.

The two men sighed deeply, almost simultaneously and it made Hotch grin.

"Soo…" Morgan said after a moment.

"Soo?" Hotch repeated.

"You want to take a 'Glad to Be Home' shower together?" the younger man asked with a chuckle, "Tomorrow we have to get fitted for our tuxedos and I'd really like to make sure that I get your measurements first, you know?"

Hotch laughed as he sat up and helped his lover to the bathroom, determined not to feel guilty about having sex with the still injured man, instead focusing on the happiness in his voice when he spoke of their wedding. He'd worry and fret when he woke up later on that day or tomorrow, right now, he was going to enjoy his fiancé.

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