Chapter Thirteen: Reception

Morgan/Hotch Established Relationship

Slash (You have been warned)

In spite of my prayers, wishing and intense sessions of positive thought and use of "The Secret" I do not own Criminal Minds or its characters, I make no money from the writing of this story and only do it because it's wicked fun and I don't see the writers over at CBS writing Hotch and Morgan in a homosexual relationship with each other.

If you have a problem with gay relationships you shouldn't be reading this story. This is my final warning to you.

"Celebrate good times! C'mon! It's a celebration! There's a party going on right here, a celebration to last throughout the year-"

The reception had been going strong for about three hours and Hotch was exhausted…and cranky…and sweaty from all the dancing…and frustrated because he wasn't on his honeymoon yet …and…looking over at his new husband he amended…and horny as hell. Of course his significant other didn't seem to be plagued at all by the same disparaging thoughts as he. Morgan couldn't be happier. At that very moment he was surrounded by a gaggle of women, who all danced and gyrated all over him, both relieved and disappointed that he wouldn't be hitting on them or trying to get them to come home with him. He's mine now you harpies, so hands off, Hotch thought to himself and then jumped and gasped in surprise when he heard a masculine chuckle beside him.

"Loosen up Aaron. He just married you, he's not going to go running off to the coat closet to have sex with any of those women, so stop scowling at them," Rossi's voice was filled with amusement as the older man gestured to Hotch's husband with his beer bottle.

"I know that," Hotch muttered, rolling his eyes when he heard Rossi chuckle again, "I know that Derek isn't going to cheat on me. What I don't know is how long he's going to make me wait here until he's ready to leave for the airport."

"Aahh, I see. A little anxious for the honeymoon, huh?" Rossi acknowledged.

Hotch smiled, his eyes going slightly dreamy and glazed as he pictured a naked and glistening Morgan on the sandy beaches of Barbados, "A lot anxious," he corrected with a lascivious grin and returned his gaze to his new husband. Morgan moved like magic in the midst of the women and Hotch found himself growing more and more aroused the more he watched him.

"You look like you're going to pick him up and fuck him on the table or something," Shawn, Hotch's brother, muttered as he sat next to him.

"I want to. It's only the realization that his mother and sisters and of course the fact that our children are in the room that's stopping me. If it were just you guys though?" Hotch shrugged with a mischievous smirk, "I'd have him on his back, legs over my shoulder, writhing, panting, moaning and screaming my name as I pounded into him in seconds," he confessed, throwing back his head and roaring with laughter when both Rossi and Shawn's face turned bright red as his extremely blunt and graphic words.

Hearing Hotch's laughter, Morgan turned to smile at his new husband. When he saw Hotch's returning smile, he excused himself from the group of women and made his way over to the head table and sat next to Hotch in the chair vacated by Shawn.

"Hello Mr. Hotchner," he whispered seductively.

"Hello to you Mr. Morgan-Hotchner," Hotch responded, his voice deep with lust.

"You don't have to call me Morgan-Hotchner, Aaron," Morgan admonished him.

"Yes I do, because even though I'm flattered that you took my name, you will always be a Morgan and I never want you to think that I've forgotten that, or that I don't respect that, and I never want you to forget it either," Hotch stated adamantly.

Without responding to the loving words, Morgan leaned over and kissed his new husband deeply and passionately, a prelude to what was waiting for them when they finally escaped the festivities of their wedding reception and beat a hasty retreat to their honeymoon suite in the Caribbean. Morgan couldn't wait, his pants becoming tight as he thought about the hours, days, weeks (two, as a matter of fact, one of those rare moments of Chief Strauss displaying a heart) to come in his husband's arms, with his husband's lips, hands, ass, dick, teeth, and tongue. Morgan groaned softly as his mind raced with images.

"Are you okay baby?" Hotch asked with a knowing smile, his thoughts having been filled the exact same way since the reception started.

"Yes, but I really just want to say goodbye to the kids, thank my mom and leave for Barbados," turning to look at Hotch with a lust-filled gaze, "Would it be horribly rude if we left now?"

Hotch growled low in his throat before standing and lifting Morgan with him, "God, I thought you'd never ask."

*Sorry it took a week for me to update again, my stupid Word stopped working so I had to wait until I could get a new one before I could even try to salvage the story. But, don't worry, it's up and running and we are back on track! Woo! Please rate and review guys! The next chapter is going to see both Hotch and Morgan in a blissful position and then a heartbreaking one, so be prepared okay? REVIEW, review, ReViEw!*