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softhairedhotch · 5 months

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this is the exact same fic as yesterday but with hotchgan instead LMAOOO i couldn't decide on which ship to do so i did both!! aaron hotchner x derek morgan

aaron and derek get locked in a bathroom for seven minutes. warnings/content: alcohol consumption, kissing n making out n mild sexual themes, mentions of penemily, fun drunk party games, the team hanging out <3 word count: 1.5k also on ao3!

seven minutes in hotchgan

“I can't remember how it feels to kiss you,” Penelope manages to get out, sighing as she looks off into the distance in a drunken haze. “I mean, I know that you're a good kisser, but�� God. You're such a good kisser.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Dave starts, eyes darting between Derek and Penelope. “You two have kissed?”

“Is that really a surprise?” JJ snorts.

“You know what… no. No, it’s not. I never thought it’d actually happen.”

Derek laughs. “I couldn’t deny kissing such a pretty lady, now, could I? Not when the opportunity arose.”

“Made out with, is the right term,” Emily adds with her own chuckle. “They were pretty drunk and Penny dearest got all handsy.”

“Oh, god, I did!” Penelope squeals, covering her face. “I groped you! Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“All in good fun, baby girl,” he snorts. “I mean, hell, I ain’t complaining.”

Dave laughs into his glass of whiskey, Spencer rubs at his eyes tiredly, and Emily throws her head back with raucous laughter. JJ giggles alongside Penelope, far more awkwardly and reserved due to not drinking as much as everyone else, and Aaron… well. He stares at Derek with dark eyes, a small smirk on his lips as he runs his thumb over the rim of his glass. When their eyes meet, however, it jolts Aaron out of his stupor and he looks away, a red tint to his cheeks. Derek cocks an eyebrow at Aaron, curious, but the older man refuses to look back at him.

After everyone calms down, Penelope gasps and jumps up from her seat, stumbling for a moment before regaining her balance. “Oh! I know what we should do!”

“What, have an orgy?” Dave says, deadpan.

Penelope flushes a dark red. “That is not what I was gonna say. What I was gonna say is that we should play seven minutes in heaven!”

“Oh, god, that’ll cross so many boundaries!” Emily snorts.

“You don’t have to do anything with the person you get, of course, but if you want to then it’ll be fun!”

Aaron shakes his head. “Perhaps not.”

Dave smirks. “Don’t you wanna have some fun?”

“Are you trying to tell me something, Dave?”

“No, sorry,” Dave starts, sighing dramatically, “you’re not my type.”

The room bursts into laughter again and Aaron tilts his head at Dave with an amused look, downing his drink rather than responding. Derek watches Aaron with interest, his eyes falling to watch the way he licks at his lips, and when their eyes inevitably meet there’s a playful glint in his eyes. It’s Derek’s turn to look away, mind reeling with thoughts he chalks up to the alcohol running through his bloodstream.

“So,” Penelope starts once the laughter has died down, grabbing an empty beer bottle from beside Derek’s foot and placing it in the center of the coffee table before sitting back down. “Let’s get going! I’ll go first!” She spins the bottle and it flies off, clattering on the ground beside Aaron’s foot. “Oh, god, does that count?”

“For your sake,” Aaron starts, picking up the bottle and placing it on the table, “I’ll say no.”

She blushes and smiles. “Right, yeah, that’d be awkward, huh? Okay, here goes.” Spinning it again, it lands on Emily. “Ohhhh my god, yes! I’ve always wanted to kiss you!”

Emily laughs and stands up, reaching out to pull Penelope up to her feet, and they drunkenly giggle together as they enter the bathroom. Derek huffs out a laugh and reaches out for the remote beside him, turning up the music. When Dave raises an eyebrow at him, he shrugs. “What? Just giving them some privacy.”

“Good man.”

Five minutes later, they leave the room, both of them blushing a bright red. Lipstick is scattered all over Emily’s face, mostly on her cheeks and dipping under her shirt, and Penelope’s hair is noticeably dishevelled.

Derek looks at his watch and laughs. “That wasn’t even seven minutes, sweetness.”

Spencer nods. “It was 5 minutes and 27 seconds, to be exact.”

“Well,” Emily smirks, lifting her drink to her lips and taking a slow sip, “we didn’t wanna go too far.”

“Had to stop ourselves,” Penelope grins at Derek, pushing his teasing hand away as he goes to poke at her. “Anywho, it’s your turn!”

Smirking, Derek reaches out for the bottle and spins it. It does a full circle once, twice, three times, before slowing down and inching toward Spencer. Relief floods through him although he’s not sure why. But then, just as he’s about to stand up and offer his hand out to the genius, fate laughs in his face and the bottle inches to the right, pointing directly at Aaron’s knee. The room erupts into cheers and laughter and, before Derek can fully process what’s happening, he and Aaron are being herded into the bathroom and the door is blocked off behind them.

“Well, this is something,” Derek laughs, all traces of confidence drained from him. The sudden closeness of Aaron and the look from earlier still playing in the back of his mind makes it almost impossible to act normal. “We can just stand here, right? Like Penelope said.”

“Don’t I get to see how good of a kisser you are, too? Why does Garcia get to have all the fun?”

His jaw drops at that. “What?”

Aaron’s eyes darken and he steps closer to Derek, reaching out to cup his cheek in his large hand. “I wanna see it for myself.”

“Hotch… how much did you have to drink, man?”

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, tilting his head.

Derek leans closer. “Don’t you dare.”

And then their lips are meeting. At first, it’s tentative, both of their lips moving slowly against the other. But then, to Derek’s surprise–as if this isn’t all a big surprise, anyway–Aaron gently bites down on his bottom lip and plunges his tongue into his gasping mouth, deepening the kiss. Shock floods his veins but he takes it all with stride, the liquid confidence egging him on, and pushes him back against the door with ease, pressing into him harder. It’s Aaron’s turn to gasp and Derek can’t help but chuckle against him, feeling as if his skin is on fire. Everything he’s thought about in the last few years, every idea he pushed away because he felt ashamed and disgusted with himself, comes flying at him in full force. But with one more swipe of Aaron’s tongue against his, his mind is blank.

“Shoot,” Aaron whispers, chasing Derek’s lips when he pulls back for air. “That was… you… Garcia was right, you are a good kisser.”

“When is she ever wrong?”

He huffs out a laugh. “True.”

Looking up at Aaron, their faces inches apart, Derek feels like a whole new man. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

“No?” Aaron asks, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. “You haven’t seen the way I’ve been looking at you lately?”

“Like you’re constantly aggravated by my existence?”

Aaron looks to the side and chuckles. “You know that’s just my face.”

“Right, yeah,” he replies, grinning. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Touché.”

The two of them kiss again, starting off slow but quickly devolving into a desperate need to be as close as possible. Aaron’s hands tug Derek as close as he can and Derek holds him firmly against the door, hands sliding up into his hair and forcing the strands in all different directions. Trailing a hand to his front, Aaron’s fingers hook under Derek’s belt and he teases at the buckle.

A loud knock against the door has them flying away from each other.

“Come on, love birds, your seven minutes are up!” Penelope sings through the door, knocking a pattern to go along with it.

“Dammit,” Derek mutters, glancing at himself in the mirror. His eyes have a crazed look in them and his clothes are creased. “You think they’ll believe us if we say nothing happened?”

Aaron glances at the mirror and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the sight of himself. “Would you prefer me to say yes?”

“Yes.”

“Then no, but I’m sure we can convince them.”

Derek snorts. “Yeah, sure, man, whatever you say.”

There’s another knock at the door. “Eight minutes now! If you don’t open the door in five seconds I’ll kick it down Morgan style!”

“We should leave, huh?” Derek says, huffing out a laugh as he reaches for the door handle. Before he grabs it, Aaron’s hand pulls him back to face him. “Hotch?”

“Can I take you out sometime this week?” Aaron asks, giving him a vulnerable look. Derek thinks he might melt on the spot. “I mean… on a, on a date.”

Revelling in the fact that it’s his turn to be confident, Derek smirks and presses a kiss to his lips once more before walking out and enjoying the way the other man follows close behind like a lost puppy. “If you spin the bottle and it lands on me, you’ll get your answer.”

No one had ever seen Aaron try so hard at a silly party game until that day.

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dcvidsrossi · 1 year

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Morgan: Okay, I'll be back soon. If Reid comes looking for me, tell him I died.

Morgan: And make sure you really sell it. It's this funny thing we're doing.

Hotch:

Hotch: How is that funny?

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whump-town · 2 years

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Blind Rage

Warnings? I don't know. Jack punches a kid in the mouth and Hotch has a concussion but honestly it's nothing compared to my normal stuff

3,338 words so not very long but I wrote this down in one sitting. redbull is a powerful drug

I don't know if it's like the best thing I've ever written but I did write it so...

Jack didn’t know any better than to just assume his dad was the patent normal. He didn’t imagine a factory but he certainly assumed his father, like all fathers, had simply always been forty-years-old with tricky aches – dents from the rough travel of getting here to Jack. How else would a dad be other than how his is?

“Shit.” Milk splashes onto the table, missing Jack’s glass. Hotch’s own explicative and the milk on the table startle him, he is unable to think past the hammering of his own heart. The milk jug in his hands starts to ache with weight, his muscles straining, tense. “S-Sorry,” Hotch blinks and shakes his head, moving awkwardly forward before realizing he needs to put the milk in the fridge. Each step comes back to him a little too slow – put milk away, grab paper towel, clean mess.

Shit, the milk’s lid

He turns back for the table, cursing himself for being so out of it. “Sorry, buddy.” Hotch apologizes again, reaching out with his unoccupied hand to cup Jack's head, giving his hair a rustle. “I’m just all over the place this morning. Aunt Jess tell you I hit my head?” He knows she did, nearly immediately after he’d told Jessica, she had found a way to relay it to Jack. A reasonable enough lie, Jess told him that Hotch smacked his head on a low entry way. Jack had seen Hotch do this before, Jess had sent Hotch down to her basement to get a mousetrap and Jack stood on the stairs eager to be near but not actually inside the basement. Hotch had found the poor thing and held it out from himself, turning to come back and nearly knocked himself out, bouncing his head off of a low plank. “Yeah,” Hotch agrees as Jack giggles. Smiling at the pleasant sound.

Jack had thought it was funny to watch his aunt dump his father on the couch with an ice pack, his vision hadn’t cleared yet and it’d taken a very dramatic and careful fight to get him back up the stairs. Jessica had told him to stop moaning about his head and he’d realized that Jessica felt worse for the poor dead mouse than him.

Jack had remembered this too when Jessica told him Hotch got hurt. Of course, Hotch hadn’t run into another low beam. The floor gave out beneath them in the middle of a scene and Hotch (and Emily quickly after) had fallen through the floor down into the basement. Earned them both a concussion, a few cracked ribs, and one broken wrist. Emily had chosen to make her cast black.

Normally, he wouldn’t bring this sort of thing up again. Jack knows to be careful of his aches but they’re safe for the most part, Jack isn’t all that excitable and even when he is he’s mindful. But the contentious pounding in his head, tells him this foggy film over his thoughts doesn’t have any plans of leaving soon.

“There, all good.” Hotch finally slumps into his kitchen chair, his coffee splashing over the rim, his eyes find the spot but he’s beyond any reaction above a forfeiting grunt. He takes a bite of his toast, corner soggy with butter. It’s a white bread toast and coffee sort of morning and all he can do is pray his son is catching that same vibe from the heavy rain clouds outside. When he looks up he’s not met with a mischievous little grin, Jack’s brain conjuring up the idea of a fort he thinks he’ll have to beg to build, Hotch is met with something knowing. “What?” he asks, caught between alarmed and amused.

Jack giggles and tilts his cereal bowl for Hotch to see inside, “you’re silly daddy.”

Hotch leans forward, not sure what he’s seeing. Jack’s got his fruity pebbles, orange juice, and milk. It’s been his kick lately and Hotch is really having the sort of week where he’s taking Jack’s interest in something with the name fruit as a success. “What?” he asks again, eyes darting around the bowl quicker now as Jack keeps giggling. “I don’t–” fruity pebbles, orange juice, and milk. His face falls immediately as what he’s done clicks. His toast falls out his hands and he pulls in a big breath, the end catching on the tears gathering in his eyes. “I’m sorry, buddy,” he rushes out. Voice and hands shaking. “I’m just –” he shakes his head and shuts his mouth. He swallows down against the swollen knot in his throat, blinks his tears away. “Dad’s just, yeah, I’m just losing it this morning, huh?”

He reaches out for the bowl, hoping Jack just gives it to him without a fight, and he finds a moment later to cry about it later. But Jack just giggles and scoops a spoonful into his mouth. “It’s okay,” he chirps, nodding his little head along. He uses his sleeve to wipe his mouth but Hotch doesn’t comment.

“Are you sure?” Tears are threatening to fall. His head couldn’t possibly hurt more than it does now. “You don’t have to eat it, buddy. I’ll make you a new bowl.” He’s not even sure his knees will lift him up to do that.

Jack shrugs and takes another bite, “it’s good.” He eats the entire bowl which isn’t normal for him. He always leaves just enough cereal to cover the top of the milk so that when Hotch washes the bowl he has to touch soggy cereal. And because he’s Jack and he always knows how to drive that last nail in the coffin, he looks up at Hotch with the biggest smile (a fruity pebble stuck to his tooth) and says, “you did the bestest job. This is the bestest thing you’ve ever did made.”

He cries and Jack sits there swinging his little legs and eating his orange juice and fruity pebbles breakfast. His head hurts and he hasn’t slept well which will be the official downplay if anyone asks about his puffy red eyes but he really cries because Jack’s growing up too quickly. And because he’s terrified he isn’t doing this right. That he’ll fuck up everything that Haley did. That Jack won’t be this sweet kid in five years – when Hotch has had as many years doing the single parent thing as Haley.

Derek shows up before lunch and gives Hotch a much needed break. He almost hopes a blood vessel pops in his head when he answers the door and Derek kisses him very sweetly in the greeting. The kiss is nice, even if they’re still too much in the hall for Hotch’s liking and within eyesight of anyone who comes out into the hall. Jack comes running, stands at Hotch’s heels and impatiently sticks his head between Hotch’s knees so he can talk to Derek. Impatient that his fathe is in the way of Jack talking to his best friend. He huffs a dramatic sigh, fills his chest with a lungful of air and shakes his head. Rolls his eyes like he’s seen them do a thousand times before as he informs Derek, “he’s being a handful”.

Derek chuckles and smirks up at Hotch.

Hotch groans, “Jack please–”

Jack gives Derek a look, a see what I’m saying?

Derek’s smile doesn’t waver, “you think he needs a N-A-P?”

Jack frowns, trying to work out those letters in his head. Then his face hardens and he nods his head solemnly.

Hotch does need a nap but it’s not nearly as rewarding when a five-year-old says you’re being moody and need to go to sleep. It’s both patronizing and sweet that they lead him back to his room. “You can go watch your movie,” he grumbles, grouchy now that Derek’s here and pulling back the covers for him. “I’m fine.” He can pull down the parent-guard. Derek’s got things for a few hours.

Derek smirks but says nothing.

“I’ll tuck him in,” Jack says, “I know how to do it.” Hotch always packs the blankets around Jack’s legs extra tight and it makes him giggle because it jostles him around. Jack mimics the motions with a serious scowl that mimics Hotch’s, all his attention on this task.

“Alright,” Derek chuckles, plucking Jack up from the bed.

“Wait!” Jack demands, “he can sleep without a g’night kiss!”

Hotch clenches his jaw, holds his breath as Derek holds Jack over him. It’s a strange feeling. It’s unfamiliar but not unwanted, he’s just not sure how to deal with these moments of vulnerability. He has to suck it up, he has to let Jack be sweet and gentle. He has to mimic that himself. It’s just not what he’s been shown most of his life. His father didn’t tuck him into bed. Or read him bedtime stories. So to have someone else meet his weakness with kindness and love…

“I’ll be right back,” Derek promises. He kisses the top of Hotch’s head.

He just doesn't know what to do with that.

Derek comes in only ten minutes later. He bickers with Jack in the living room about which movie they should watch. Jack sticks with Toy Story but Derek’s going to lose his mind if he has to watch that fucking cartoon Sheriff one more time. They settle with Monsters Inc. and Derek makes them popcorn.

Hotch is already asleep by the time he gets back there with water and a Tyenol. He’s too out of it to fight the medication. It’s Derek sitting on the edge of his bed. Derek is tipping the glass so he drinks more water. His guard is too low with Derek. He trusts him more than he wants to and less than he does at the same time. He’s torn in half between the way he thinks they should be and what he’s capable of. He wants to tell Derek everything – the good things and the bad things, all together like there isn’t a difference. He wants to give him everything but he still holds back. He pulls himself away because he can’t be that reckless. That’s not fair. Jack loves Derek and he won’t spoil that with everything that’s dogshit in his life.

He’s fitfully napping when he hears the front door slam shut, Derek and Jack’s voices loud but not in the excited way they typically speak. Not in the way that means Hotch will pull himself out of bed and find the two of them splitting a carton of ice cream or smiling over a box of pizza. They’re loud and angry.

“Why would you do that?” Derek demands.

Hotch’s heart feels like it’s coming out of his chest. He’s afraid and he can’t really say why. His hands shake and his knees feel weak, his entire body pulsing with the hard beats of his heart. His vision is unsteady, he stands too quickly and pushes through it.

“You can’t hit other people, Jack.”

There are tears in Jack’s eyes. That’s the first thing that Hotch sees. It’s not Jack’s first time being scolded and not even the first time he’s been yelled at. Hotch tries his best. He tries to be mindful of the fact that he’s dangerously large. And that the only thing he fears nearly as much as becoming his father is other people thinking he’s like his father. But he loses it sometimes.

There are tears in Jack’s eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest and looks away from Derek. “He said something bad.” Two tears fall down his cheeks but Jack remains stoic. Unwaveringly certain that he’s done anything wrong.

“It doesn’t matter–”

“It does!” Jack never raises his voice. He rarely pitches a fit about much. He had tantrums as a toddler but that just comes with the complications of that age. The language barrier. Not now, though. He’s a calm kid. A normal kid.

“Jack–” Derek suddenly remembers Hotch sleeping and his goal switches from scolding to calming Jack down. They’re quickly approaching something bad, he can tell. Aaron’s not in the state to be dealing with this right now and Jack’s getting too emotional to handle it. The last thing they need is to wake him up on top of this. Let him sleep. Have dinner. Bring it up again.

Jack holds back a sob, sucking in quickly in a way that Derek knows means the waterworks are about to come hard. “They say mean things…” his lower lip trembles. “About – About you and about Daddy. And – And about–” he rubs angrily at his face with his fist. Getting too agitated to speak now, crying too hard to get his words out.

Derek can’t stand those tears, the kids gonna make him cry. “Alright, alright,” he caves, sinks down to his knees and Jack goes right to him. “Come here,” he holds Jack to him. “You can’t hit other people, alright?” He’s never sure where he’s allowed to be in these instances. His placement in this house is becoming more permanent and Hotch has started giving him the side-eye. Making him be the bad guy, a dad who scolds as much as he plays. This isn’t the fun part of the job for sure. He’s in the dark.

Hotch comes from down the hall and finds them on the couch. It takes him ten minutes to compose himself enough to be able to stand and get down the hall, to be in the mindset to have a conversation. “Wha’ happened?” His head is pounding, enough to start to make his stomach cramp up. But he sinks down on the couch beside them, a smile trying to tug at his lips at the way Jack sleeps against Derek’s chest. Derek’s got him nearly swaddled, a blanket tucked up around him.

Derek pulls in a deep breath, shakes his head. “It stopped raining so I sent him outside.” There’s only a little bit of yard for the kids to play in but it’s better than staying cooped up inside. Derek only left him for a second, just to run in and get him some water. And when he came back two of the mother’s had Jack and another little boy. The other boy’s lip was busted up pretty good. Jack had socked him right in the mouth. “He was–” Derek’s not sure how to say it.

Hotch is very aware that everyone in the building knows what happened in this apartment. The little kids whisper about it. People avoid him and the kids always act a little more stiffly in line when Hotch is outside watching them. They’re afraid of him. They talk about Hotch the same way they talked about the masked man. Like both are ghosts that phase through the walls. Both walk through the complex, watching and waiting to jump out from the shadows. Either could snatch you from your bed. Hotch suspects some of the mother’s tell their children just that, use him as a boogey man to make their children behave.

“Foyet again.”

Derek nods. He can’t even voice how much that enrages him. Let him hear them saying that shit… but maybe that’s why Jack did what he did… “And one of the boys,” Derek adds softly, “said something about us.”

Hotch already knows what that something is. He shouldn’t have to explain to his five-year-old the bigorty of grown adults. Grown men shouldn’t talk to children the way that they do. One of the boys has already said something to Jack about Hotch and Derek. Taunted and teased. Used words he’d heard his father say, repeated his father’s opinion about them.

“He’s got your left-hook,” Derek offers, tries to be humorous but it falls short.

Hotch just stares ahead. He couldn’t speak if he even knew what to say.

“He was protecting you.”

He knows and that’s the thing. Tears gather against his will. His head hurts too much to be thinking this hard and this fast about all the things that hurt him. All the wrong things to dwell on. His voice is thick when he does manage to speak, his tears hardly held off. “That’s not his job, Derek.”

Derek wants to reach out and pull Hotch down against him. He wants to be squished in the middle of his Hotchners but he’s not certain that Hotch needs physical comfort yet. So he keeps his distance. He resists the urge to touch him. Hold his hand or hug him. “No,” Derek agrees. “But you protect him. And he worries about you. He wants to be big and strong like his dad.” Derek knows what that’s like. Those feelings flood him too everytime he has to watch another UNSUB get the drop on Hotch. Everytime he walks away with even just a bruise, a scratch. The fury and pain that floods him more intensely than he knows what to do with. The blind rage.

Hotch chuckles? He makes a sound Derek can’t quiet make out, he smiles but it’s more of a scoff than anything. When he looks to Derek his eyes are red and he looks physically pained.

“Come here,” Derek finally caves. He stand this any longer. He pulls Hotch down against him, his head down on his chest.

“What am I gonna do with him?”

Derke shrugs, “I think it’s probably too late to return him.” The joke words this time and Hotch lets out that scoff sounding chuckle. There are tears coming down his face but he’s smiling. “Besides,” Derek says, “this one’s already potty-trained and when you get a new one you have to run through all that old stuff again.”

Hotch rolls his eyes and moves himself around a little more, gets his head placed on Derek’s chest somewhere that hurts the least. He sniffles, wipes at his nose with the back of his hand.

Derek moves his head to rest his chin atop Hotch’s head, squeezes his shoulders. “He’s a good kid,” Derek whispers. “We’ll figure this out and one day we might laugh about it.” Hell his mom laughs now about the first kid who’s mouth he bloodied. Some stupid little prick that said something about one of his siters. Derek can’t even remember. His mother had thought the world was coming apart. His father had just died and Derek was acting out.

Hotch hums. He doubts this could ever be something that won’t be devastating. That isn’t proof that he’s unfit for parenthood.

“It’s not like he punched a saint,” Derek goes on. He knows exactly which kid it was. He’s seen that kid do all kinds of shit. “It’ll be fine,” Derek’s certain. “He’s too much like you, that's all. Thinks he’s got to protect everyone.”

Hotch doesn’t know about that. The rage that it must have taken Jack to act like that, yeah that’s him. He knows exactly what that is.

“We should order pizza,” Derek hums. He’s already moving on. They’ll talk about this again later but Derek knows it’s still too fresh and harsh for either Hotch or Jack to talk about. Hotch’s concussion needs to clear up a bit. That’s making everything worse. “Are you up for take-out?” Then he hums again but not the pleased hum from a second ago. “Or is this one of those things where it’s like if we get pizza we reward the behavior?” Parenting stresses Derek out. “I don’t understand this stuff.”

Hotch sits up. Maybe it’s not the most sensitive thing but he likes to see Derek squirm. He’s so calm and collected all the time, but he’s terrified of messing things up with Jack. It’s different than he fears messing things up with Jack. It’s lighter and pleasant. Hotch wishes he could be like that but he settles for seeing it with Derek. It makes him smile. “We can get pizza.”

Derek narrows his eyes, “you’re sure?”

Hotch manages a real laugh. Not that strangled, harsh scoff. A laugh. “Pizza is fine, Derek.”

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #jack hotchner #hotchgan #mortch

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hotchley · 2 years

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everybody moved on, i stayed there-

Derek Morgan being the first to learn that Haley Hotchner, the woman that had always made Aaron smile, the woman who gave him his first godson, the woman who had always turned up at the BAU trying to smile even though sometimes she couldn't, the woman who had been handed envelopes by people working with unsubs and carried on smiling, the woman who had been kind to all of them whenever she saw them, was dead.

Derek Morgan being the one to check her for a pulse because nobody should have to be the one to check that their greatest love was dead.

Derek Morgan being the one to stay with Aaron to make sure he didn't do anything stupid, but then leaving as soon as he needed to because he was able to trust him since they were more than just colleagues who teased each other about paperwork and being drill sergeants, they were friends.

Derek Morgan who helped carry the casket even though he could still recall how Haley's body hadn't been completely cold when he touched it, so maybe if he- if any of them- had been a fraction of a second quicker they would've saved her (a fact he would never tell Aaron because it was merciful to let him believe the warmth came from the contact Derek had had.)

Derek Morgan, who kept the secret of the brutality of her death since it would do no good.

Derek Morgan, who never told Aaron how much it hurt to be the first one to learn she was dead, and how each second that nobody else knew felt like an eternity of torture.

And Aaron Hotchner, who knew from the moment he entered the house that Haley was dead. Aaron Hotchner. who only needed to look at Derek's face for a second to know there was no coming back, but he was grateful for his expression because the words were too painful. Aaron Hotchner, who eventually managed to say thank you because Derek had done what he couldn't.

He always did.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #can be read as platonic or romantic so ->#mortch #hotchgan #if anyone wants to turn this into an actual Thing then pls feel free #took a screenshot from 100 for Reasons #thought of this

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ihopeineverloseyou19 · 1 year

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It was always about forgetting (it had always been)

Words: 3.4k (something I’ve got done last week, it’s halloween themed)

“We forget and call it healing..we forgive everything but ourselves” ‘blood makes the blade holy, evan knoll’

He remembers it in pieces, little fragments of sharp metal sinking into his abdomen, warm blood trailing down the back of his head from where he had been hit. The first wound that would hours or minutes later bring him into the emergency room he doesn’t really know how much time had passed. Then his memory degrades, it goes black, like if a light swift had switched off, everything lost its meaning, the burning through his body dissipated as he stopped feeling everything around him.

The soft material in his back makes him confused, so different from his own carpet, a cheap rug he bought when Haley asked him to move out completely. He didn’t deserve luxury, after all, he didn’t even step inside his apartment if he was not going to sleep, and considering how many nights Aaron had spent on his office couch, he had considered selling it.

The smell is the first thing he notices, that foul smell of disinfectant stuck into the air, he momentarily locates himself, he is in the hospital. Aaron opens his eyes and is flabbergasted when he notices Derek sitting in the chair next to his bed.

“Hey” Derek reached out for his hand, “You gave us quite a scare”. Aaron grunts as he looks around the room hoping to see the familiar face of his son, or Haley’s maroon purse, the one he had got her when they went to their honeymoon in London. A purse that survived more than their marriage ever did. He thinks that it might be her favorite.

Morgan pauses, Hotch notices it right away, something had shifted with him, the difference was miniscule in Derek's face, but he could tell, he always could. "Jack?"

Derek shifts uncomfortably on the chair, he had supposed that JJ had been the one who had told him, even Prentiss, but he was the first one to see him awake, he would have to deal with it, even if it killed him too, to have Jack away. It was for their safety. “Witness protection is taking care of them”

Aaron knew that something like this would be their aftermath, he was a danger to them, a danger for Derek, being near someone like he had been with him for the past months was something deadly, a death wish that Foyet would make it true, he had almost succeeded with him, but he let him live, George Foyet had been the one who brought him to the emergency room in the first place. He was already starting to destroy his life, he wanted to kill him slowly, even if he wasn’t the one who would pull the trigger.

Foyets hands tracing his scars, admiring his work of art, Aaron had seen him smirk, as his freezing hands grabbed him, placing him in his own SUV taking him into the emergency room, yelling for help, as if he was some friend trying to save him. His father never did that. The anger Foyet had was no different from his own father's, but the latter had something more beneath, perhaps it was the hate he always had shown him. Foyet admired him, in a twisted way, he understood his need to stay in his job.

“You should go” Aaron’s voice cracks a little as he obliges himself to usher Derek away, he wanted to be alone. Morgan shook his head, resting his head against the hospital chair, he knows that his neck is going to be sore the next morning, “You know I can’t do that love”

Aaron nods, he understands him, Derek doesn’t want to leave him alone, he is scared for him, “I’ve got security outside”, he reasons, but he knows his partner, boyfriend? They never addressed what they were, they knew that it was a silly thing to worry over now that he had been at the verge of death, face to face with a serial killer that could have finished him, but chose to let him live.

“They are not as pretty as me” Derek’s joke makes him smile softly, he pats his hands softly, gathering his attention, he had been counting the number of police officer outside his room, he had arrived to four, “I’m going to get me a coffee, don’t you dare to run away from here”

Police officers come and go, they change their shifts, Prentiss and Reid come inside to make him the cognitive interview, there is nothing that they can take with it, he knows that he could have given them more details, but the two drinks of scotch he had before noticing the cold metal of Foyets gun placed against his skull made his memories disorganized, it had been something that he didn’t see. That they didn’t see in their profile Foyet attacking him was not even thought of. JJ had come in later, with Garcia, both of them bringing him colorful balloons, decorating his plain hospital room. Aaron had declined more invitations, deciding to give the nurses a heads up that he didn’t want any visitors that weren't family.

He didn’t fail to notice Derek’s flabbergasted expression as he happily carried two coffees. A cookie on the trail, he didn’t look up when he was explaining to the nurse their relationship, and failed to hear what he claimed about them. Only noticing his frustrated grunt as he argued with the healthcare worker that ‘Halloween pumpkins cookies could cheer him up’. The nurse declined even passing the cookie along with the cup of watery hospital coffee for him.

The morphine they gave him for the stabs wounds closing surgery was nearly finished, Aaron could feel the burning sensation again, his skin opening, the blade breaking part of the tissue, blood rushing out of him, he called a nurse, he didn’t want to remember, she gave him another dose of pain meds, it would help him sleep. Medication would help the nightmares away, at least for a few more hours.

A finger poking into his left cheek woke him up, he knew that it wouldn't be a nurse, they were sweeter wherever they had come in when he was asleep, to take his blood, informing him that the doctor would be there ‘soon’. Aaron doubted if he was ever going to see the healthcare worker at all.

Prentiss was the first person he saw, followed by JJ and Dave who were picking up their belongings, Rossi’s jacket was crumbled in one of the second chairs, Emily had a boot yet to put her feet into, “See, I told you both that he would be out of it”

He blinks once, because he specifically remembers telling the healthcare staff that he wanted to be left alone, no visits permitted, “How?” Aaron furrowed his eyebrows quickly looking up towards his door, they couldn’t be there because of the lack of security, two police officers were chatting animatedly outside his room.

“Your order was absurd” Emily comments, he sees how JJ shakes her head at Emily, but Aaron knew that if he wanted the truth Prentiss was the correct person for that, he didn’t want to press her more. He wanted to be alone, feel the loneliness he deserved now that his family was out of his reach. Jack would not go to his house, where Derek had more than a part of his closet full of his things, even if he claimed that ‘they were not living together’. His team was making the task difficult.

“I bet that this wasn’t what you had planned to go as in Halloween” Emily smirks at him. He knows that she is trying to cheer him up. But Prentiss has never been the person that he would choose to comfort him. He laughs when JJ smacks her head, which makes her apologize, “That hurt JJ!”

His Halloween plans would have ended up with Derek watching scary films and waiting up for kids from his neighborhood to knock on his door, asking for candy. This day was Haley’s turn with Jack. They would be in his couch, eating a bowl of popcorns maybe too big for them but Derek would insist that the measurement of all the bowl filled with greasy popcorn was a necessary thing to have for Halloween even that ‘they could give children popcorn if they didn’t want to be left without any candy’ Derek had camly assured last night that all the candy would be solely for Jack, something Aaron wasn't so keen on.

“What is your costume about?” Rossi wonders, he needed something to fill in the silence, he didn't know what to say without profiling him. Emily was the perfect person for it, she and Reid were the only two people he had known to like this festivity so much.

“As a nurse” Her smug smile as she turned to JJ, “JJ here choose not to go as Penelope and I, we are still deeply hurt by the way”

“I told you that I was not going to go trick or treating with my two year old son dressed up as a sexy nurse” JJ huffs annoyed, she had reasoned it too many times, that it infuriated her, Emily draggin the conversation every time she could.

“Who said anything about a sexy nurse?” Emily inquires, laughing, Aaron’s mouth twisted into a smile, he had always liked their friendship, the continued teasing between the two women. Prentiss phone rang, she apologized and went outside to take it.

“We were about to go” JJ’s voice cuts into the silence. Aaron understood it, they needed to go back to the job, before they went back to their families, waiting for them at home. They still had someone to go home to. Like he had once. Now Derek’s presence is the only thing that makes him want to stand up from his desk late nights, when his mind is too deep with cases, like Foyect, those that were not solved.

Goodbye’s are exchanged when Prentiss comes back, dragging JJ away where she had to pick up the nurses scrubs, she claimed that ‘she didn’t want to appear there alone’. Rossi stayed behind, looking at him.

“Prentiss was quite adamant into entering inside your room” He admitted chuckling, Aaron nodded, because she always got what she wanted, she was like that, since the first time they meet, “Get some rest, don’t let Morgan baby you too much” He stops in the doorway, what he and Derek had was not a secret but they didn’t even talked about telling them, Dave somewho knew it perhaps he could have seen them kissing when no one was around, “I’ll come by tomorrow morning”

Aaron didn’t ask where Morgan was, he would have gone to his house, he understood it, he was the one at fault for that. What he didn’t expect, more than he expected his team to be there, was to see his brother in flesh and blood asking directions to a nurse that pointed towards his room. Sean had come to see him.

“What are you doing here?” Sean stayed in his hospital door, leaned in the doorway, something was on his hand, but it was not what was worrying Aaron.

“That’s a good way to say ‘hello’ Aaron, glad that you still keep your manners” His brother joked as he claimed the seat Derek had been in when he first opened his eyes. He missed Derek now that Sean was the only one who seemed to want to be with him.

“You should have gone with them” Aaron states, Derek had explained him how Haley and Jack were sent away the moment his team found out about Foyet’s assault, he knew now why he did not heard Sean’s name, he previously thought that the morphine dose they gave him was not letting him hear the whole situation correctly

“Sure, running around with my nephew and your ex-wife while you get killed” Sean argued, he was tired of his brother making decisions for him, “We had dad remember, there isn’t someone worse”

Aaron gulps, reaching out for the glass of water JJ got him when she noticed his constant coughs, after checking in with a nurse, “Sean, this is for your own good, I can call someone”

“I don’t need anyone protecting me” Sean acknowledges, he was gripping the card, his mother would not forgive him if she found out, “You did it with Dad, now it’s my turn to kill that bastard”

“What is there?” Aaron pointed to the nearly perfect white envelope. He wanted to believe that it was for him, but his childhood had not made it very easy knowing when people were going to give him something just because they wanted to. His previous gifts were soaked with bloody hands and broken bones, little things that he would be happy to receive because that meant one thing: he was forgiven. He could forget.

“It’s from mom” Sean said, giving him the card with a smile that could not reach him at all, “She called me as soon as she saw the news. She is worried about you”.

Sean reached into his pocket, three pieces of candy, Aaron’s favorite ones, “I got you this on the way here, a couple of kids gave it to me-”

“Did you steal from a kid?” Aaron furrowed his eyebrows, his brother had done so many things that he disapproved of, that he was not totally convinced of his actions.

“I didn’t” Sean admits, gives his brother the candy and the card his mother told him to give Aaron, he didn’t know what more to do, with him, what more to say.

‘Get well soon’, it was more than he could ask, it had to be the first time he had noticed her caring that much in his forty years of life, he guessed that she could start now. Sean spoke again, “You know how she gets around this place”. Hospitals had always scared her, even when it had been a few years since their father was dead, since her body was no longer marked on the outside, her flex healing from years of purplish skin.

The doctor appears in his room, checking in first is he is who she is supposed to have next on her list of patients, apologizing for the long wait he had. “Mr. Hotchner, your lab results came in surprisingly well considering the amount of blood you lost, you have two broken ribs that will take some weeks to regenerate, the nurse will give you the prescription when you get out of here tomorrow morning”

“Is there something wrong?” Sean inquired, he didn’t like when people abruptly paused without a reason, looking towards his brother he saw that Aaron seemed completely fine, he wondered how many hospital stays there had been without his knowledge. How many nights did his brother have to sleep alone?

The doctor was checking something more, showing them an x-ray that they don’t entirely understand, “You do have a couple of old fractures that weren’t treated correctly, I just wanted to check that there was nothing I should be worried about, now, with your job, you must get worse injuries”

“There isn’t” He states and watches the doctor go, Sean’s expression was what was worrying him the most, “Anything you want to tell me?”

“I don’t get it” He says pacing around the room, “I don’t get why you protect him after all these years Aaron, he made your life miserable, he nearly killed you that Christmas!”

“He can't hurt me anymore Sean, he is gone and telling the truth is not going to fix me” He admits, “It’s not something I want to talk about, not with you”

“Then with who?” Sean takes a seat next to him, “Did you even talk with anyone about him?” His brother knows the answer, it was something that was hard to talk about, when he understood what happened to himself it was the last thing he wanted to remember, “Does Derek know?”

“Yes” Derek had seen his scars once when they shared a room, the first time he didn’t even ask him about it, but by the fifth night he came clean, about his family and Derek told him his own childhood, it made him feel less alone. “Can we change the subject?”

“No we can't, you can’t run from-” Sean is stopped by Derek entering the room, a bag on his shoulders and what looked to be a trail of fresh baked cookies, he smiled at him. Aaron was glad that he wasn’t alone with his brother anymore. "You have to forgive yourself"

“Sean!” Derek engulfs him into a hug, carefully setting the cookies in the chair first, “Long time without seeing you, are you going to stay for a little?”

“I was just passing by” Sean strugs looking at his brother, “I've to actually go back to work, night shift at the bar, take care of the old man here for me”

“Will do, have a great night” Aaron watched as his brother walked away, Derek took his seat back and placed a kiss on his lips, “Care to explain to me what was that about?”

“Maybe another time, I want to taste those cookies, can I have one?” Morgan laughs taking the trail towards his boyfriend, “They are still warm, figured that homemade cookies were a better choice for you right now, Happy Halloween”

Aaron tastes the first cookie, the flavor reminds him of the cookies Jack always chooses from the supermarkets, those with the perfect amount of butter and chocolate. Jack was supposed to show him a picture of his superhero costume. "I miss him"

"I do too" Derek had something, he was quite cheerful and Halloween was not even his favorite holiday, "I have something for you, take it as super secret information"

"What do you want to show me" Aaron inquired as he take Derek's phone, he handed it to him, a single picture in the screen, a Halloween costume, two identical blonde heads behind masks, he can not completely see them beneath the scattered clothes, but he knew who they were, Aaron could feel the tears in his eyes, "How?"

"I have moved some strings around" Derek smiles at him, he zooms over the picture, "He has blood over his left side of his face?". What Aaron does not mention is that Jack and Haley look happy, that their relationship would c hangeeven if he gets to see them again.

"It's fake, doesn't he look cute?" He adds placing a kiss to his check, "Scoot over, I'm not going to let you sleep there alone"

"He does, Jack has always been Haley’s copy" Aaron admits, looking over at Derek, as he was taking off his shoes, he stopped and placed a hand on the side of his face, "Physically, he might be, but he is a Hotchner after all, he'll grow out of it"

"Good to know that you think I'm not attractive" Aaron teases him, he could live like this, Derek has always kept him grounded, safe from whatever thing was creeping out for him. "You look better healthier, but I'll stay with you even if you are old and grumpy"

"You know that last Halloween he wanted to go like me?" Aaron tells Morgan, who lays next to him, accommodating himself next to his boyfriend, "You are still his hero, that is not going to change"

Aaron wants to hold onto that, to hold to what Derek tells him, that he will still be important to Jack even if he is not part of his life, even if he has destroyed Haley’s and Jack’s freedom because of his job. That he failed to protect what he should have focused more of his time on, "I wouldn't want to have my position taken by you"

Derek places a kiss to his hair, it calms him, he wanted to believe that things were going to be okay, he didn't want his son to forget about him the way he forgot his father. They were not the same. Jack had to know he cared.

"Can we do something?" Derek grunts, he was about to fall sleep, catching on the hours he kept himself awake, "Jack's birthday is coming up, we could send him, a simple gift, for him to remember us by"

"He isn't going to forget us" Derek stated eyes closed, shutting off the room lights, with the hallway door closed, the bright lights weren't too disturbing, "We can think of that tomorrow, now sleep, we are going to be woken up too many times tonight, we have time"

Aaron looked around the dark room, very little things illuminating it, he looked at Derek and got his attention tapping into his chest, "Do you mind opening the door a little bit?"

Sure, but when I come back, you better sleep" Derek teased as he quickly moved to open the door, he told something to the police officers outside before engulfing his boyfriend, "Goodnight"

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dungeons-are-too-cold · 2 years

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I dont know if I will ever get over Hotch x Morgan being called "Mortch" like idk it just sounds so silly to me, I'm personally a fan of hotchgan as the ship name lmao

#hotchgan #mortch #criminal minds #criminal minds watch through #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #Aaron Hotchner x Derek Morgan #hotch x Morgan

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masterwords · 8 months

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complicated but consistent always

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #hotchgan #criminal minds #screencaps #mortch #i got you #the hotchgan motto #no matter what else #i might hate you right now #i might not want to look at you #but...#i got you.#always

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weirdlybeans · 1 year

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#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds #criminal minds fanart #cm #hotchgan #mortch #my art #sorry this is late #I'm just an idiot #anyways enjoy

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jaspxr · 1 year

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...when you find your favourite ship dynamic...

slightly murderous boyfriends.

#hotchgan #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #hotch x morgan #mortch #jasedit #criminal minds

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softhairedhotch · 6 months

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lil pre-relationship hotchgan fic that could be seen as platonic but i didn't write it with that in mind!!

comfortember day seven: sick/illness

aaron hotchner x derek morgan

jack is sick and aaron, in his panic, asks derek for help.

word count: 1k

warnings/content: jack is ill, worried aaron, derek saves the day, mentions of food and painkillers, pre-relationshup hotchgan fluff

comfortember masterlist here!

also on ao3!

spider-man and soup

Derek's phone rings in his pocket and he fishes it out, muting the song he's listening to as he checks the contact information. At the sight of Aaron's name, he almost sighs. "We got a case?"

"What? No, no, sorry, do you think you can come to mine, please?"

"Of course," Derek replies, stomach dropping at the panic in Aaron's voice. It's rare to hear his voice waver from its usual tone, much less sound as panicked as it does right now, and Derek feels uneasy. "What's wrong?"

"Jack's sick. Really sick. He needs, uh, some medicine, and Jessica isn't available so I guess I thought to call you."

Derek silently wonders why he hadn't called JJ instead as he locks the front door and makes his way to his car but he refuses to voice that out loud. Now's not the time for that. "What do you need? I'll pick it up, Hotch, anything you want."

"Cough medicine, some painkillers, cough drops if there's any available just in case, and a few snacks, if you can."

Derek nods to himself, repeating the list as he starts the car. "Got it. Anything else?"

"That'll be all, thanks."

"I'll be over ASAP."

***

Finding the items for Jack proves much more difficult than he assumed it'd be. There's too many options, ones he's never even had the need to look at before, and he feels rather lost. Glancing around for a nearby employer and coming up short, he lets out a sigh and digs his phone out from his pocket, scrolling through his contacts before finding his mom's and calling.

She answers on the third ring. "Sweetheart! Oh, what a lovely surprise."

"Hey, mama," he replies, grinning at the sound of her voice. "Sorry for the random call, I just need some help with something."

"Never apologize for calling me, Derek, it's always nice to hear your voice." She shuffles around on the other side of the line. "What do you need?"

"Well, what do I buy for children? For medicine, I mean. When they're sick."

She laughs, amused. "Derek Morgan, is there something you're not telling me?"

"Wh– No, ma," he chuckles, "Jack's really sick."

"Hm, you mean Aaron's boy?" There's a smirk in her voice.

"Yes, ma, Aaron's boy. He asked me to grab him a few things and I'm a bit out of my depth here."

"He asked you specifically, hm?"

"Ma!"

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just messin' with you, sweetheart. So, you're gonna wanna grab some Tylenol. Children's one, not the one for adults. The one with the oral suspension, if they have it, that always goes down much better from my experience. And then you'll want soup. Any soup will do but one without any bits in it, like tomato or chicken, also goes down better than anything else. You getting this, honey?"

Derek hums as he throws various items in his basket. "I am."

"Good," she replies, before listing off a few more items he can grab.

"Thanks, ma," he says once he's gotten everything he needs. "Really appreciate the help, you're a saint."

"Takes one to know one."

"Yeah, yeah," Derek chuckles. "Well, I have to go now, I'll call you sometime later this week, okay? I'll find out when I'm next free to visit and we'll arrange a date. That sound good?"

"That sounds great. I love you, honey. Take care of Jack, yeah? And Aaron."

"I love you more, ma. And I will."

He makes his way to the counter and pays for the items when his eye catches onto a mini Spider-man plush. "You wanna buy it?" The cashier asks, already grabbing it from where it's placed on display. "It's the last one."

"Yeah, sure, why not?"

It takes fifteen minutes to get from the store to Aaron's, fifteen minutes he's sure the poor man is stressing over in his panic. He pulls up to the apartment and parks beside Aaron's car, ensuring he has everything with him before making his way to the front door and knocking a specific pattern he picked up when he was younger that's become like second nature now.

The door opens immediately and an unkempt Aaron greets him with a relieved smile. Derek feels a flutter or two in his stomach at that but he pushes the thought away and smiles back.

"Got you what you needed," he says, handing Aaron the bag. "You need me to do anything else?"

"I think that's all. Thank you, I appreciate it."

Derek nods and steps inside, ignoring the confused look Aaron sends him. "C'mon man, you're freaking out over here all alone, I'm not gonna leave you like this."

Aaron is speechless.

"Besides, you'll need some company once Jack's settled down."

"Will I?"

"Yeah," he nods, heading to the kitchen and grabbing Jack's favourite bowl from the cupboard. "Don't want you losing your mind, do we? Wouldn't be good for the team's morale." Derek reaches out and takes the bag from Aaron's hand, pulling out the soup and a few more items before giving it back. "Now go be there for your kid, man. I'll make him something to eat."

Aaron's shoulders drop and he looks like he might cry. "Thank you, Morgan."

"Anytime, man."

Later on in the night when Jack is fast asleep with a stomach full of soup, Spider-Man plush wrapped up in his arms and thumb in his mouth, Derek coaxes Aaron out into the living room. He forces him to relax on the couch before going back into the kitchen, coming out moments later with a tray of food.

"You didn't have to do this, Morgan," Aaron says, sounding guilt-ridden. He looks down at the soup on the plate and the cheese toastie beside it. "I'm grateful, of course, but you didn't have to do all of this."

"I know."

"But you did it anyway."

Derek drops beside him on the couch and grabs the remote, switching on the TV and putting on a random movie. "Of course I did."

He misses the look of adoration that crosses Aaron's face.

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