*Chapter Fourteen: Anxious.

Hotch and Morgan Established Relationship.

Slash Warning. This chapter is rated: R (not M)

I do not own "Criminal Minds", the show, its characters, its locations or its brand. I am just a die hard fan who loves to write stories about them.

They couldn't get off the damn plane fast enough. Morgan bounced up and down in his seat, waiting for the fasten seatbelt sign to go off. He ignored his husband's soft chuckle beside him and grunted when another second passed with the light still on.

"Anxious, love?" Hotch leaned over to whisper in his lover's ear.

"Aaron, if I don't get you into a hotel room, so you can fuck me and we can consummate our damn marriage, I'm going to scream," Morgan hissed between clenched teeth.

Hotch laughed again, "So I take it that's a yes?"

The light finally went off and Morgan practically tore off his seatbelt and jumped up from his seat, narrowly missing slamming his head in the overhead compartment. Grabbing his husband's hand and for the first time grateful that they had foregone any carry-on luggage, he dragged his husband to the door of the plane and rushed him off without speaking.

"Slow down baby," Hotch laughed.

Morgan just growled as he maneuvered them through the crowd of people in the Parisian airport. Why were there so many damn people in the Paris airport? He asked himself. Finally getting to the baggage claim, he released his husband's hand long enough to grab their suitcases as they came through. Turning he growled low in his throat again when he noticed his mate's amused glance.

"I'll go and get the cab, how about that?" Hotch soothed him before moving off without another word. Morgan nodded and with a supernatural burst of strength, lifted both of their suitcases and walked outside towards his husband.

Hotch stood outside of a waiting cab, a small smile on his face as he watched Morgan carry the suitcases towards the trunk of the car and place them inside, without any help from the taxi driver. He licked his lips as he watched the muscles in Morgan's shirt bulge and flex with his movements. Morgan leaned over then to arrange the suitcases in the trunk neatly and Hotch's cock jumped in reflex to the sight of his husband's ass. Morgan stood then and looked at Hotch's expression, a smirk coming to his face when he noticed the way his mate leered at him seductively.

"See something you like Boss man?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"I see something I love," Hotch responded, his hand squeezing Morgan's ass as he stopped in front of him.

"Mmmm, love huh?" Morgan teased as he kissed Hotch's chin.

"Yes, baby, I love you and your cock and especially your ass," Hotch agreed before biting his lip as he contemplated his next question, "What do you think about getting my name tattooed on your ass?"

Morgan's eyes widened comically before they narrowed and grew darker with lust and he growled, "I'd love to have your name tattooed on my ass honey."

"Really?" Hotch asked incredulously, surprised at Morgan's willingness to obtain the ink.

"Yes, really. I'd do anything for you Aaron. Now, where will you have my name tattooed? On your cock? On your ass? Or maybe…." Morgan's voice trailed off as his fingers caressed Hotch's chest right above his heart.

Hotch grinned, "Yes, I will have your name tattooed on my heart."

The two men kissed gently and lovingly then, the kiss quickly turning passionate and frenzied. Morgan jerked back and climbed into the taxi quickly, before reaching up and pulling Hotch into the car behind him, almost knocking the older man out on the doorframe. He pulled Hotch into his arms and kissed him deeply before pulling away to tell the driver where to take them.

"And if you don't want to watch two men have sex in your backseat, I suggest you get us there as fast as you can, because I'm going to be fucking my husband in the next few minutes whether we're in the cab or the hotel," Hotch growled before tearing open Morgan's shirt and fastening his lips to one dark nipple.

The taxi driver squeaked and pulled his taxi quickly into traffic, driving quickly to the hotel, getting there in record time, but still not before seeing the two men shove their hands down each other's pants, never once breaking their kiss.

I know that it's been quite a while, but I've been SUPER UBER busy! Working, going back to college, starting up my own business, writing three books at once (I've got like a very low attention span), and some family members passed away and others got extremely ill. But I will try to update more frequently now that things have come to a lull somewhat.

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-Veronica Victorian "VeeVee"