*Chapter Eleven: Rehearsal Night*
Morgan/Hotch relationship established.
Slash Warning. This Chapter is Rated M. You have been warned!
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"And then you Mr. Morgan, did you decide if you will be walking down the aisle with your mother?" the wedding coordinator asked.
Morgan groaned, he hated this, all of it…the whole fucking mess, he and Hotch should have just flown to Las Vegas and eloped, although he wasn't sure if they even did gay weddings in Vegas. Although that was probably a stupid thought. Vegas was kind of the "anything goes" capital of the United States wasn't it? So they probably could have eloped. He wondered if Hotch would be open to that…was it too late to go now? Everyone that really mattered was there, they could just head to the airport and…wait, why was the wedding coordinator waving his hand back and forth in front of his face?
"Mr. Morgan! Are you with us?" David Tutera, the famous, celebrity wedding coordinator, asked.
Morgan blinked, "What? Oh, yeah, sorry…what did you ask me?" he asked.
"I asked you if your mother would be walking you down the aisle?" David asked again.
Morgan nodded and flushed. Even though he protested daily that he wasn't the "woman" in his relationship with Hotch, he had asked if his mother could give him away, he felt as if it were somehow symbolic. She worried constantly about his being with Hotch, his boss, his "mentor," a divorcee, a father…a man. Especially after everything she'd learned about Carl Buford and what he'd done to her "baby boy" all those years ago, she was afraid that his being with Hotch was because of that toxic relationship. He'd tried to reassure her….constantly….every time she called as a matter of fact he was telling her that no, Carl Buford hadn't turned him gay, and no, he wasn't with Hotch because he was drawn to men of authority and yes, he loved him very much and wanted to spend the rest of his life with him, because of who he was and not who he represented. He'd talked it over with his fiancé and the two of them had agreed that his mother needed to give him away in order to feel as if she was being redeemed for not saving him all those years ago and also for her to give her blessing for his relationship with this man.
"Okay, well, can I have you and your mother back here with me and your best man…I mean, your best woman is Ms. Penelope Garcia, correct?" David asked. Morgan nodded and grinned when Garcia skipped down the aisle toward them. She was wearing a bright green dress with a yellow underskirt and a yellow, pink, and green flowered bonnet perched atop her blonde head. On anyone else it would have looked atrocious, but on Garcia it looked amazing.
"You are absolutely adorable," David gushed over her and Morgan chuckled when he saw Garcia blush and start to flirt with the man. As he walked off to instruct Hotch, Rossi, Prentiss, Reid, Desi and Sarah; Morgan leaned forward and whispered in his best friend's ear, "He's gay honey, you gotta find someone else."
"What? No!" Garcia protested.
"Yep, sorry. It's one of the main reasons that Aaron chose him. He knew that David would understand what we wanted because he's been there himself. His partner will be at the wedding, we invited both of them," Morgan explained.
"Ah poo, all the good ones are married or gay…" Garcia pouted.
"Or gay and about to be married," a voice from behind them said and as they turned Garcia gave a girlish squeal. Standing behind them, elegantly dressed and looking beautiful was their former Communications Liaison, team mother and all around sister and best friend, Jennifer Jereau.
"JJ?" Morgan breathed before lifting the woman in his arms in a fierce hug. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked before setting her down on her feet. By now the rest of the team had surrounded them, all of them exclaiming with happiness.
"Well Garcia told me that you and Hotch were getting married and I didn't think I'd be able to make it to the wedding because of work, but then Hotch here pulled some strings because I really wanted to come and he knew that you really wanted me to be here…so here I am," JJ said with a smile.
Morgan turned to his fiancé with a smile. "You got JJ for me?" he asked with a whisper.
Hotch merely shrugged, "You said that it just didn't seem like we were really getting married if she wasn't here and I just can't have that," he said.
Morgan laughed and threw his arms around his partner and kissed him deeply.
"While nothing makes me happier than to see two people who are in love, expressing that love, we have got to get this final rehearsal down, because you know what? You two are getting married in the morning," David pointed out.
Hotch and Morgan grinned widely at each other and then everyone took their places, they had a wedding to get ready for.
"I was wondering where you'd snuck off too," Morgan said smiling as he approached his lover in the suite's bathroom.
"Yeah, it's just a little weird to be having a bachelor party with the man I'm going to marry…it's a little weird to have a bachelor party at all. I'd much rather spend this time with you anyway. If anyone's going to give me a lap dance, I want it to be you," Hotch said petulantly.
Morgan grinned widely and wrapped his arms around his fiancé's neck, "Well, Mr. Hotchner…do you want to take a bath with me while our friends drink, smoke cigars, watch porn, play cards and dance with the male and female strippers that they paid for?" he asked seductively.
Hotch smiled at the question, "You run the water, I'm going to slip through the door and grab our robes and some towels," he said as he tapped his lover on the ass and dashed off.
Morgan laughed and turned on the water in the large Jacuzzi bathtub that looked big enough to fit four people and adjusted the water so that it was hot enough for him, but not too hot for his lover. Grinning at the candles in the room, he shrugged and decided to go for broke, after the wedding he and Hotch would slip back into their macho, unemotional, expressionless selves but for right now, he would make this moment as sweetly romantic as possible. "If that makes me the girl, then I guess I'm just the girl," he muttered to himself as he poured bubble bath in the tub and lit the last candle before locking the bathroom door to the suite's hallway and turning off the light. He disrobed completely and climbed into the bathtub after it filled and turned off the faucets to wait for his future husband, who was taking an amazingly long time to return to him.
No sooner had the thought occurred to him than Hotch returned to the bathroom closing the door to the suite's bedroom firmly before locking it. He put the towels and robes down on the vanity and turned with a smile towards his lover as he showed him the two bowls he carried, one with strawberries the other with chocolate syrup.
"Thought we could use a snack," he smirked. Morgan looked at the bowls with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't you think I'm enough chocolate for you?" he asked with a leer, flexing his muscles under Hotch's gaze. He smiled when he heard the older man groan.
"Well baby, I see you more as caramel than chocolate. Besides who said I'd be the one licking the chocolate anyway?" he said with a lecherous grin. He walked over and placed the bowls on the edge of the bathtub and leaned down to place a kiss upon Morgan's upturned face.
"God, you taste so sweet baby," Hotch moaned.
"Really?" Morgan asked with a delighted smile.
"Mmhhmm," Hotch murmured before kissing the man again. Lifting his head away after a moment he climbed into the tub and leaned against the back of it, facing his man.
Morgan shook his head, "Nope. Not gonna work," he protested.
"What?" Hotch asked in confusion.
"You are too far away man," Morgan pointed out. Hotch nodded. "So get over here," Morgan demanded. Hotch shook his head.
"Too comfortable," he moaned out in pleasure from the hot water loosening his muscles.
Morgan grinned at the sound and felt his shaft harden, with a false beleaguered groan he glided slowly through the water over to his lover and turned to sit before him, in between his legs. "Better?" he sighed good-naturedly.
"Perfect," Hotch agreed, wrapping his arms around the younger man and pulling him back against his chest tightly with a sigh of contentment, "Absolutely perfect."
The two men sat in the bathtub for a moment, both of them relishing the moment of peace and tranquility while the sounds of debauchery raged outside of their room. While they were both fully aroused, both were satisfied to bask in their love for the other, rather than their lust and attraction for each other. After a moment of slow, drugging kisses where they sipped from each other's lips and nibbles from Hotch on Morgan's jawline, neck and shoulder, without words they both knew that it was time to make love.
Hotch drifted his hand down Morgan's chest to his throbbing member and began to stroke it languidly. Reaching behind him for the bowl of strawberries with his other hand he fed the small fruit to his lover while stroking his cock and gently biting his neck. Morgan felt a deep fire burning within him for his partner. Hotch had always had a sweetly, romantic side to him, it was a side that Morgan didn't get to see too often, mostly because of time restraints, rather than desire.
"Tomorrow begins the first day of the rest of our lives," Hotch murmured against the younger man's neck.
"Wow Aaron, corny much?" Morgan laughed, then moaned when he felt his lover finger his puckered entrance.
"I'm trying to be romantic here, Derek," Hotch grunted before slowly pushing his finger deep within the tight, hot entrance.
"O-okay," Morgan groaned and felt the rumble of Hotch's laughter against his back.
"No snappy comeback, love?" Hotch asked as he gently sucked his lover's earlobe into his mouth.
"Shut up and fuck me?" Morgan questioned with a laugh before gasping as Hotch quickly lifted him and pushed him over onto his hands and knees.
"I thought you'd never ask," Hotch laughed before placing the head of his cock against his lover's entrance. He paused for a moment and stared down at the expanse of his lover's muscled caramel colored back. "God, I love you so much," he whispered on a harsh groan.
"I think that I definitely love you more," Morgan whispered in reply.
"How do you figure?" Hotch questioned as he slowly pushed into his lover's body. Both men let out a harsh groan and Hotch paused to savor the feeling before he slowly pulled out halfway before thrusting back in.
"Because, I'm changing my name to Derek Morgan-Hotchner and I had Garcia draft up a letter of resignation for me," Morgan grunted as Hotch slammed back into him.
"What?" Hotch yelled as he stopped moving.
"No, no, no. That wasn't supposed to make you stop, you're supposed to be happy and keep going," Morgan protested.
"Derek, you love your job," Hotch pointed out as he continued to move.
"Yes, but I love you and our kids more. Besides, I'll still be working, just as a stay-at-home househusband consultant thing," Morgan explained, moaning as Hotch pounded against his prostate.
"B-but…I don't understand," Hotch panted as he began thrusting harder and faster, rushing them both towards their orgasm.
"I've been really selfish-OH GOD! RIGHT THERE BABY! YES! YES!" Morgan yelled as his come shot from his cock and into the bathwater.
Feeling his partner's muscles clenching around his own cock in orgasm, fueled Hotch's and he thrust two, three, four more times before with a grunt and a loud moan of Morgan's name he shot a huge load in his lover's ass.
Both men panted and groaned as Hotch slowly withdrew from inside of Morgan and sat back down in the tub, pulling his future husband against his chest. Both men struggled to catch their breaths as they settled down into the now tepid bathwater.
"Bathing in cum…not really what I imagined when I ran the water," Morgan mused with a teasing tone.
Hotch chuckled then quickly sobered. "You can't quit your job Derek," he stated softly, "I can't go on these cases and not have you there to question every move that I make or flirt with all the pretty women, knowing that you're coming home to me every night. We're in a battle against the criminals and I don't want to fight it without you by my side."
Morgan sighed deeply. "I know baby. I want to fight by your side too. I was raised to be a warrior, to be a fighter…that whole thing with Buford made me want to fight even more…but," he sighed again, "While I was in the hospital and then when I was on bedrest, I got a chance to see a different side of our battle."
Hotch looked down at his lover in confusion, his eyes open and trusting.
Turning his head in order to look up into Hotch's eyes Morgan smiled slightly, "I got a chance to see that the people who stay home, the mothers, the fathers, the husbands, the wives, the partners that stay home and raise the kids and take care of the home, they are fighting the battle just as much as we are." Lifting up and turning until he straddle his superior's lap, Morgan cradled his head in his hands, his thumbs caressing and softly stroking the older man's cheeks, "I can fight the battle by making sure that when you come home, that you come home to a house full of happy children who are educated, fed and well-taken cared of, to a house that is clean and full of peace. I can fight by making sure that when you leave to go out into the physical battle you know that you are loved and you know that you have a family at home waiting for you. I can send you out into battle happy, healthy, well-fed, and with a desire to make the world safer for your kids, for me, to live in and with a burning passion to be safe and to come home again. That's my part of the battle. I'll still be fighting it with you, by your side, just in spirit rather than in body."
Hotch sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head forward until his forehead rested against the younger man's collarbone. "I'm going to miss you out there."
Morgan laughed, "I'll still be working with you guys Aaron. I'll just be doing it via-video and phone, much like Penelope. Plus I'll be with the kids and…." Morgan's words cut off as he began to softly nibble on his partner's neck, "Imagine how explosive the sex between us will be right before you leave and then as soon as you get back."
The younger man chuckled as he felt his lover shiver and moan in lustful delight. He prepared himself for another round of hot, sticky, steamy lovemaking and was shocked and disappointed when Hotch pulled back instead to look at him. He gasped at the look of longing, fear, and worry that clouded his partner's eyes.
"Aaron?" he asked, his voice in a whisper.
"Hailey said that she could stay at home while I went out all the time too, and…" Hotch stopped when he noticed the look of fury in Morgan's eyes.
"I. AM. NOT. HAILEY!" Morgan yelled in Hotch's face before he shoved away from him and stood to his feet angrily, water spilling over the sides of the bathtub, his caramel skin glistening . Hotch couldn't help but admire the younger man's toned muscles, tight ass, well-endowed penis, luscious lips and gorgeous face. He knew that he was in trouble, especially since Morgan was now stomping towards the bedroom furiously, slamming the door in anger, but he was momentarily dumbfounded by the beauty of his future-husband.
"Derek wait!" he called out as he gave himself a mental shake and clambered out of the bathtub and rushed toward the door, turning the handle, surprised to find it unlocked. He stepped cautiously into the room, very aware of his partner's temper. "Derek?" he called out softly.
"What?" he heard the angry, tearful word from the darkness of the room, in the direction of the bed.
"Aww baby, are you crying?" Hotch asked as he rushed towards the bed, climbing onto it without hesitation and gathering the younger man in his arms.
"No," Morgan sniffled, his words sounding petulant and heartbroken.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I wasn't trying to compare you to Hailey, I was just pointing out that I've been through this before and I'm so afraid of losing you, I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you. I want you to be sure that you're okay. I didn't really fight like I should have with Hailey, but I'll fight with you, for you, for us, Derek. I just want you to be sure, otherwise, if I see it becoming a problem, I'll either make you come back to work or…." Hotch allowed his words to trail off.
"Or what? Or you'll quit? You won't quit your job Aaron. That's the difference between me and Hailey. The big difference. I understand the job, the hours, the weight it puts on your mind, your heart, your soul. I would never expect you to quit for me, for us. I'd never ask it or demand it of you. I understand you, the job. We'll be fine, but just like I trust you to not go out on the road or in the field and either forget about me, cheat on me, or die, you need to trust that I know what I'm doing, trust that I've thought this through. Please," Morgan said this last word into Hotch's chest as he was pulled closer to the other man.
Hotch sighed, when had his hard-headed lover grown up? "You're right baby. I'll trust you on this," he promised.
"Good," Morgan breathed and snuggled closer. After a moment, he kissed Hotch's chin, "So was that a fight?" he asked cautiously.
"Not really, just a misunderstanding…why?" Hotch questioned the younger man who suddenly seemed shy.
"Because if it was a fight then we could be having make-up sex right now," Morgan said sheepishly.
Hotch chuckled, "Then it was a fight! It was most definitely a fight!" he declared before he began having passionate "make-up" sex with his future husband.
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