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Deeks woke to the sound of his alarm blaring into the room, and he couldn't stop the groan that came out of his mouth. He was pretty sure he had only just fallen asleep. He knew he should move to turn the annoying sound off, but he was so warm, and his pillow was so comfy.

"if you don't shut that damn thing up, I am going to smash." Came a sleepy voice, which seemed to rumble through his pillow. It was only then that Deeks realised that his comfy sleeping place, was actually a man's chest. No not a man's chest, Callen's chest. Hmmm.

"Go right ahead, as long as I don't have to move." He decided to reply, coming to the conclusion his was far happier where he was, than moving across the bed to turn off the alarm.

"Well, if you insist." Was all the notice Deeks received, before he found himself flipped on his back, Callen lying on top of him as his arm reached out to yank his alarm from the wall socket.

"That's much better." Callen said into the resulting silence, and Deeks, well he had to say he agreed.

"it is." he murmured, wriggling beneath the heavy yet toned body on top of him, arranging it so he could wrap his legs around the other man and pull him close. Giving Callen a very good idea just what he was suggesting they did now they were awake. Well this was certainly better than him freaking out, but…

"We don't have time. Hetty will kill us if we're late." Callen muttered, though he couldn't stop himself pressing his body, and his erection into the one below him, glorying in the feel of Deeks hard cock pressing back.

"I'm sure she'll understand. We were working late." Deeks responded wrapping his arms around Callen so he could pull him down to kiss him deeply, pressing their bodies even closer together so that they could move them against each other, taking great pleasure in the friction that action caused.

"I'm pretty sure what we were doing late last night does not count as work." Callen answered when they finally parted for air, though in truth his mouth only moved from Deeks lips to his neck, smirking as he encountered the marks he had made the previous night. He did love to sign his work.

"Fine, then I should probably get up and have a shower." Deeks replied trying to manipulate the older man into changing his mind.

"You probably should." Callen agreed. He wasn't falling for that one again, though he was also currently kissing Deeks shoulder and showing no signs of moving off of him, so the point was rather mute in truth.

"You could always join me. It would save water after all." Deeks suggested, an idea coming into his mind of him and Callen in his very spacious shower. God love whoever put in such a large cubicle.

"That does sound like the environmentally friendly thing to do." Callen replied pulling his lips from Deeks skin so he could prop himself up on his elbows and stare into the younger man's eyes for the first time that morning.

"It does." Deeks agreed his eyes twinkling.

It was therefore unsurprising that mere minutes later found both men standing in the shower cubicle, the hot water pounding down onto their skin as the kissed each other passionately. Hands were everywhere, the water removing the friction from between their bodies as they pressed against each other. But as much as Callen wanted nothing more than to pin the younger man against the wall and take him, he knew they really didn't have time for that. Hetty might let them be a little late, but what he wanted to do to Deeks would take all morning if not longer. His list of ideas was ever growing when they concerned the younger man and him, naked. Therefore he decided it was time to curtail the fun and get to doing what a shower was designed for, though maybe not in the normal way.

As such he pulled out of the kiss and before Deeks could complain he turned the man around so that he had his back to him. Deeks was fine with that, thinking Callen was going fuck him again, but instead Callen reached around Deeks and grabbed the shampoo. Pouring small amount on his hand he then proceeded to thread them through Deeks' hair.

"Umm, G, what ya doing?" Deeks asked confusion in his voice, even as his eyes closed at the feel of the hand gently massaging his scalp. Hmm, if this was another of G's forms of seduction, he really couldn't see anything wrong with it.

"Washing your hair, what does it look like?" Callen asked, pulling on the strands in his hand to make sure he removed the younger man's mind from the gutter he was coming to the conclusion it lived in. Not that he had anything against that in theory, but right now they needed to shower and get to work. They could investigate each other's bodies more later. After all they had already agreed that this wasn't a one night thing. They were fuck buddies now, meaning they could do this whenever they wanted, and however much they wanted.

"Are you sure you know how? I mean, it's not like you have much is it?" Deeks responded cheekily. Sure he wanted sex, but he would accept being washed as a second best, plus if he allowed G to wash him, then that meant he could wash the older man. And there were certain parts of G's anatomy that Deeks felt would need a very thorough cleaning.

"Behave, you." Callen muttered pulling on Deeks' hair once more before pushing his head under the stream of water, washing away the soap as he did so. There was something remarkably intimate about what they were doing. More so than if they were just having sex in the shower, but Callen refused to think about that. Instead he just enjoyed the moment. Enjoyed the feel of the wet hair passing through his fingers, enjoyed watching how the suds ran down Deeks muscled back being chasing by rivers of water.

"I think my hairs clean now." Deeks finally said. He had enjoyed it for a while, but now he was stuck under the shower, not able to open his eyes and water kept getting into his mouth. It was time to move this on in his mind.

"Then I guess it's time to clean your body." Callen murmured into his ear as he reached around the younger man to grab the body wash. But before he could pick it up another hand shot out and held his still.

"Only if I get to wash yours." Deeks whispered in answer, his eyes still closed from the water pounding down on his body. But even with then as such, he knew exactly where his body wash was kept, and therefore knew exactly where G's hand was going to be.

"That seems reasonable." Callen agreed before stepping to the side, letting Deeks move his head out of the flow of water but making sure both their bodies were still under it.

What happened next was an intense lesson in how to shower. The two men stood there, under the water eyes never straying from each other's as they moved their hands over each other's bodies as if in some sort of synchronized dance. They never seemed to bang into the other, always seemingly one step ahead of each other as they cleaned of the sweat and others thing that the previous night together had stained their bodies with unseen. It was when both their hands moved to each other's cock that it got truly interesting. For that was a part of the body they both felt needed a great deal of attention with soap and slow, yet firm movements. It did not take lot before the sound of water drumming down around them was overtaken by the heavy breathing. Before the slow movement became more firm and quick. Before both their hands tightened around the others erection, using the soap to remove the friction as they gave pleasure and received it, all the while not looking away from the other man's eyes, instead watching as they blew wide with desire and sexual need. And as they both came close to the peak, the one that would send them over to oblivion of orgasm, Callen took a step closer, making it so he could grab both of their cocks in one hand while the other wrapped around the younger man's head, grabbing his hair tight. Deeks caught on and did the same, moving his hand at the same speed and direction as Callen's on their dicks while he wrapped his arm around the older man's body, pulling him closer still so that their lips could met. Their eyes closed as they kissed. But even if they wished to, neither of them could sustain the kiss, and instead found their lips parting so that they could breathe before returning to touches of lips and tongues, parting once more to release breathy moans of pleasure as they both moved further and further towards the spike of pleasure their actions where causing. And when they finally got there, the both found themselves throwing their heads back, and as such pushing their bodies even closer together, as the released their orgasms.

Once it was over, they both came back to earth to find that their foreheads were touching and that they were wrapped in each other's arms, both holding the other up with a counterbalance in weight. Deeks couldn't help but chuckle as he spoke. "Well it looks like we need to clean ourselves again."

And Callen well, he laughed in reply before agreeing, and taking a step back as he decided it would probably be best for all if they each did their own bodies this time. Not that that stopped them from watching each other and sharing little smiles of remembered pleasure.

It wasn't until they were out of the shower and dressed that they both started to consider what they had done, that morning and the night before. Consider that maybe the way they had been behaving wasn't as they would with a one night stand. But they both decided to dismiss it in their minds. It didn't mean anything, it was just that they knew each other, worked together, were friends. It didn't mean anything special. And it didn't cross either of their minds as they climbed into a taxi together to go to work, that them arriving together might raise some questions from the others they worked with. Nor did they think about how the small smiles upon their lips might well tell their respective partners more than they would ever want them to know. Because to them, there was nothing to tell. This wasn't anything, not really, just an agreement between friends. No matter what anyone else might think, they knew the truth.