AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Title: Surreptitious
Rating: M
Story Premise: An AU story.After the team investigates one of their cases involving a terrorist plot by a clandestine laboratory, two team members's lives change in extraordinary ways.
Category: A drama/family novel.
WARNINGS:
Slash: G/Sam
Squick: M-preg G Callen; Squick: Sam is married to his wife and has two children.
Whumpage: A G Callen whump and a Sam Hanna whump story.
DISCLAIMER: NCIS: Los Angeles and its characters are owned by CBS and the producers of it. I do not own anything, but if I did I would torture G Callen more and make him cry and suffer and have plenty of angst. I am grateful to CBS and the producers of NCIS: LA for their contribution to the world of entertainment.
My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA. I gain no profit from the creation and publication of this story. I love to play in the sandbox with the characters and their lives. I especially love to torture G Callen. It is fun!
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Chapter 1
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Sam pressed G face first against a wall in the shorter man's bedroom. "You need a bed." He breathed hard in the man's ear. "Buy one or I will. You have one week to comply."
"I'm not… your slave." G stammered breathless.
"I wouldn't bet on that." His left hand slipped around to G's belt buckle and released it. "Remove them. Tonight you are mine, all mine."
"This isn't a good idea."
"I'll tell you what's a good idea."
"And get us both in hot water."
"My wife returns home next week," he said, "she'll never know, because neither one of us is going to tell her. Understand?"
He nodded fumbling with his zipper and trying to pull down his pants.
"Need help?"
"Don't."
Sam placed his hands on top of G's. "Don't lie to yourself," he said, lowering his voice. His lips touched the man's left ear. "You kept eyeing me during the football game."
"I always eye you."
"This was different."
"I feel different."
"What?"
"That day… the last place… our team was sent to… by Hetty."
"Can't talk."
"Can't think straight with you this close, acting like this."
"Good." Sam slid his right hand under G's form-fitting, bright blue t-shirt and stroked across the man's nipples.
G bucked and squirmed against his partner's body. "Crap!"
"I'd love to screw you, right now, right here… against the wall… with you struggling and fighting me and breathing hard."
G panted.
"What about that place?"
"Remember, I forgot to wear gloves."
"Yes, I do and now you think what?"
"Nothing."
"What?" Sam pressed him harder against the wall, bringing G's hands behind him and forcing them against the center of his back. "You playing with me?"
"Sam, I… feel different."
"Don't blame me," he said, "this is the first time I've tried to mess with you."
"You are not screwing me."
Sam dragged G's pants down to his knees with a free hand while keeping the man's hands trapped at his mid back. "I am screwing you, tonight." He yanked G's shirt over his head and down his arms tying the fabric around them.
"Stop this!"
"Your first time having sex with a guy?"
"Damn you, this isn't… right… normal." He struggled against his tied arms trying to loosen them. Instead his actions tightened his shirt around them. "Sam!" G yelled at him until he felt his partner's naked crotch against his butt cheeks.
"I see that tamed you."
"You're one sadistic creep."
"That's what they all say until I've screwed them into submission."
"You're one sick bastard."
"No, just horny and no one to screw but my partner."
"This isn't a good idea."
Sam rubbed his crotch against G's buttocks. "Feels exquisite."
"Feels warped." He felt his partner hard member come in direct contact with his butt crack. "No!"
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G awakened from the most bizarre dream or was it a nightmare. He turned over in bed. Yes, a bed. A king-sized bed which was big enough to stretch out on and toss and turn in the middle of the night.
Sex with Sam. Crap. This was not happening. He was not dreaming about sex with his partner.
G rolled back to face his nightstand and the clock radio on it. Saturday. No work. Nothing to do but relax in bed for as long as he wanted.
Hetty forced him into a full weekend of rest, stating he was wound tighter than a bass drum before a college football game. Why those words, football game? Overworked was her diagnosis. He stretched one more time before deciding to get out of bed.
The dream disturbed him because he rather enjoyed the idea of his partner bossing him around and taking full control of him. G was into man hugs, but not as much as his partner was. Every chance Sam got, he pulled G into one of his chummy, strong, manhandling hugs.
No doubt the extraordinary dream was destined to occupy his mind the rest of the day.
G stepped into the shower and his mind refocused on that dream. Damn. He imagined Sam taking him in the shower and having his way with him. G glanced down at his body. He was hard. Crap. What in the hell is going on with me?
He finished his shower and toweled off all the while his mind drifted back to the dream about Sam and him. G stared at himself in the mirror. This is crazy. I am crazy even thinking about this. I need to stop this crazy, messed up thought process.
G entered his walk-in closet, picked out a set of sweats in bright blue, and sat on the bed to dress in them. He managed to get the sweat pants on and the door bell rang. After shoving his feet into a pair of slippers, G plodded to the front door. He glanced through the peep hole on the door before opening it.
"Thought you could use some company," Sam said, coming into the house with two grocery bags full of food. "And the game's going to start in fifty."
G stared after him and closed the door. Was it his imagination or had Sam just ogled his body? He followed his partner into the living room.
"It's about time you became a real resident in your own home." Sam settled down on the powder-blue microfiber and brown leather sofa. "Comfortable too. When did you get it?" He removed his shoes and rested his feet on a matching hassock.
"I… did we… I don't remember…"
"Having a difficult time getting out the words you need to say?"
"Did we arrange this time?"
"No, I just assumed you'd like to watch the game as we usually do starting in the fall."
"Oh." He started for the bedroom.
"Where are you going?"
"To finish getting dressed."
"No, man, join me like you are."
G felt as if he were stark naked, sitting on the opposite end of his sofa only dressed in sweat pants. This close proximity to Sam touched off more of the strange feelings he had experienced after the dream. He crossed his arms wanting to protect himself from any untoward comments. He slid down on the sofa and settled his feet on another hassock.
His jaw dropped when Sam removed his sweatshirt. G's heart skipped several beats. Crap. Taught muscles. I love muscles… on Sam. Sweat beaded up over his eyebrows and the center of his chest. I need to stop staring at my partner like this.
Sam picked up the controller for the cable service and turned on the system.
"I hope you wanted bagels and cream cheese."
"Fine." The less he spoke the better he would feel at least he hoped that worked.
"Good." Sam pulled out the bagels, cream cheese, paper plates, plastic tableware, and a six pack of ale.
Crap. Crap. Crap. This whole scenario played out more and more like the dream. G needed to keep his wits about him and keep his eyes focused on the TV and the game and his food. Keep my eyes to myself. Under no circumstances should I glance in his direction even if he asks me a question. Avoid him.
"Hetty put you on probation after you messed up on the case?"
"No."
"A man of few words."
"A preoccupied man of few words."
Sam handed his partner a bagel smothered with cream cheese.
G took a bite. "Still warm."
"Right out of the oven." He took a bite of his bagel.
"She said I needed to rest and get my mind off the case."
"Smart woman."
Too familiar. That sentence… I heard him say that in my dream. Crap.
"Ale?" Sam held up a bottle.
"Your favorite but not necessarily mine."
"I brought beer if you prefer."
"Yes."
Sam brought out a case of beer and took out one bottle for his partner. He handed it too him and held onto the beer for a few seconds longer than necessary.
Holy crap. G jerked the bottle out his partner's hand and set it on the end table. He released a long, quieter sigh. Keep your cool, he told himself. Sam is not signaling me, he is not asking for something else, and he is not inviting me to come closer.
"I don't have cooties." Sam patted the sofa next him.
G leaped off the sofa and rushed into his bedroom. It was not happening. This was not happening. The dream was not happening in real life. G locked himself in his master bathroom and leaned against the door. Crap! He flushed the toilet and ran the faucet while he gathered his thoughts and wits.
"Everything ok in there?" Sam asked.
"Fine." G opened the door and found Sam on the other side, leaning his large frame against a door jamb with one of his large hands resting on the opposite door jamb. His partner blocked his exit.
"You're sure quiet this morning."
"Need more rest."
"Maybe a massage might relax you."
G felt as if he were a helpless animal caught in a cage ready to be loaded into some experimental contraption. If he pulled away or even appeared to be pulling away that might signal to Sam there was more of a problem than he had said. G kept his eyes averted from his partner's face and body.
"We okay?"
"Yes."
Sam wrapped an arm around G's shoulders and brought him into the bedroom.
Damn it. Too familiar. He froze and stiffened.
"Why don't you lie down on your bed, and I'll give you a quick massage?"
"Maybe later." He slipped out from under his partner's arm and started for the living room.
Sam caught up with him and wrapped his arm around G's shoulders again. "I insist." He guided him back to the bed.
"I'm not… later… not—"
Sam shoved him hard against the wall within inches of the bed.
"Shit! What was that for?"
"You'll lie down if I say you'll lie down and you'll do it now."
G trembled half from fear and half from arousal. He hardened again. Sam pressed his body into his partner's. "Please."
"Please, what?"
"Don't hurt me." His words faltered on his tongue and lips. Those words had not just escaped his lips. He wanted to say something else besides 'please' which sounded as if he were begging. Crap.
"I'll do whatever I want with you and I do mean, whatever."
G shuddered. This was his worst nightmare and his most exciting erotic dream; his partner taking control and forcing him to obey.
"Lie on the bed face down." Sam ordered with a gruff, demanding tone. He released his hold on his partner's body and shoved him toward the bed. "Strip."
G shivered upon hearing his partner's tone deepen and darken. He removed his sweat pants which revealed no boxers underneath.
"Perfect." He stroked his partner's naked, muscular buttocks. "Lie down." His voice softened.
He hesitated for at least a minute fearful and at the same time aroused by the prospects of his partner taking him without his permission. G laid face down on the bed.
Sam climbed onto the bed and straddled his partner's bare buttocks with his naked body. G glanced over his shoulder and watched his partner pour a woodsy smelling, golden massage oil onto both hands. Sam started with G's neck and worked his fingers into the tight knots and the muscles. "How's that feeling?"
"Good." It was not a lie. G relaxed into his partner's expert massage. Hetty was right, he needed at least a weekend off. Maybe more.
Sam slid backwards bringing his hands down toward G's buttocks kneading and knuckling the muscles along the way. He poured more oil into his hands and dripped some down his partner's crack. He pried G's buttocks apart with one hand while polishing his finger up and down the length of his crack, occasionally stopping to press inward near the entrance to his partner's inner most sanctum.
G hoped this was not the dream coming back to haunt him. He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed away the feelings coursing through his body. Not happening. His partner was not lying on his body lengthwise undulating his body all over his. Not happening. No man had ever touched him as Sam did, no woman for that matter. No one. G sighed and relaxed into the feelings. He stopped fighting them. He waited for the inevitable.
Sam slid off of G's body and picked up one leg at a time, massaging the length of it, including between the toes and the sole of the foot. He finished with a final touch massaging G's head and arms and lastly his hands. "Rest awhile."
After Sam left the bedroom, G realized he had ejaculated onto his sheets. Damn it. He wondered when it happened and gave up trying to figure it out. Sam's magic hands. He wanted more, needed more. Crap.
After an hour or less, G awakened to the sensation of the bed moving. He stiffened, unsure of Sam's intentions.
Sam snuggled behind his partner.
G stiffened again.
"Relax, man, you're too uptight." He reached around to his partner's chest and massaged his nipples first paying attention to the left side then switching to the right side. "There you go, relax into my touch." G stopped fighting him again. "Yes, good."
Sam's hands traveled down G's tight, muscular torso smoothing over the well-defined muscles. "I thought so, but I wasn't positive," Sam said, grasping G's stiff member with both hands. "Proof you enjoyed your manhandling." His hands dipped into the ejaculate and rubbed it around the base of his partner's cock. Sam listened to G's sighs and felt his body tremble and shudder. "Nice."
"Just do it already."
"Do what?"
"Damn it." G sighed.
"You have something in mind?"
"You did, don't mess with my mind."
"You're right." Sam slid one hand along G's muscular thigh and back up to his hip. "You want me."
"Crap, don't make me beg for it."
Sam massaged G's right buttock kneading it for some time before pressing his fingers toward the prize. Sam pushed G onto his stomach and worked on both of his partner's butt cheeks with an occasional stroking of a single digit against his hole.
"Please."
"It's not happening until later on tonight."
"Tease."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I want you to take me and make me yours just like in my… crap…"
"What are you talking about?"
"Damn it, control me, use me, and just screw me, make me take it whether I want to or not."
"It's a fantasy most people have and don't really—"
"Well, I do want it." G finished breathless, wanting what happened in the dream. "I need that. I need you to take control."
"You like it when I shoved you hard against the wall?"
"A little rough but a turn on just the same."
"Interesting."
"So now I'm a weirdo, a sicko, a—"
After wrapping an arm around his partner's neck and drawing his face back to meet his, Sam enveloped his partner's mouth, claiming him and forcing his tongue deep inside while sucking hard on G's tongue, controlling the kiss. His other hand pressed into G's crack with a single digit, forcing its way into the man's most private inner sanctum. Sam whispered in most seductive voice. "Screw you." He sucked his partner's left ear lobe into his mouth, biting along its edges and pressing his tongue into G's ear. He humped against the man's body at the same time he forced a finger deeper into him.
"Use me, damn it, use me!"
"You sure?"
"Don't give me an out just do it. Own me. Force me."
Sam poured a generous amount of massage oil into his right hand and oiled up his stiff member. "Tell me why you want this."
"If I knew… damn it… I had this dream of you taking me against my will… it aroused me… I can't stop thinking about it."
He pressed his hard member against G's hole.
"Big."
"If you want to stop—"
"No."
Sam straddled G's thighs. "Once I start I'm not stopping."
"Good, screw me already!"
He applied more massage oil to G's crack, sliding his hard member over his partner's hole.
"Shit!" He tried to pull away but there was no room to move. G panted and squirmed beneath Sam's bulkier and stronger body.
"Ready? Last chance to back out, no pun intended." Sam pressed forward.
G stifled a scream.
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