I didn't really want to post two chapters, but I felt kinda bad cause I haven't given you guys anything in a while.

This chapter is kind of strange in my mind, but I really love it.

WARNING: It's not R, but it's probably the closest to smut I'll get for a while.

THE ENDLESS BEGINNING

CHAPTER FOUR – PAINFUL ECHOES

Callen had been sitting on the bench for maybe twenty minutes, sipping slowly from a deep pink smoothie, when he felt someone watching him. He spent a few seconds pondering the number of way he could kill a man with the two dollar smoothie, but it didn't take long to realize that the presence watching him felt familiar.

"Hi Nate," he greeted, not turning around, nor conveying how truly annoyed he was. No one was supposed to find him here. No one was supposed to know where his hiding places were, regardless of how open and exposed they may have been.

No one but Sam, but Callen was fairly certain that Sam wasn't going to come looking for him any time soon.

"Hi Callen."

"How'd you find me?" he asked, knowing he needed to be more careful.

"I had Eric do a GPS trace on your cell."

Callen turned to him, he jaw slightly slack.

Nate sat down next to him and stared out at the ocean.

Callen shook his head, still surprised, not only that Nate had actually had someone run a trace on his phone, but also that Eric had gone along with it. Then he too turned to watch the waves crash on the shore.

"We're all worried about you. And Sam."

"And why is that Nate?" he asked, almost passing as genuinely oblivious.

"Don't be like that Callen," Nate said, shaking his head as he watched Callen's reactions.

"Like what Nate?" Callen asked, his voice starting to show his annoyance.

"Don't act like you have no idea what I'm talking about. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm talking about you. And Sam. And whatever the hell happened between you two three weeks and two days ago."

Callen sighed and looked down at the smoothie in his hands, the sand beneath his feet, the bits of broken beer bottles scattered in the sand.

The feeling of Sam's lips on his. His tongue running across his lips. The involuntary moan that escaped Callen's mouth as Sam bit down lightly.

Sam's hands unbuttoning Callen's shirt, his hands running across his chest, his back, pausing briefly when his hands found a bullet hole, healed, but still there, still a reminder.

Callen breaks away for a moment, breathing heavy, then recaptures Sam's lips with his own as he pulled Sam's shirt over his head.

Sam's hands running across his chest, along his back.

Sam's hands find their way down to Callen's pants and G can't help but gasp a little as he unbuttons his jeans, whilst guiding him slowly toward the bed.

Sam's hands running across his chest, along his back.

G lands roughly on the bed, breaking their lips apart once more. Sam succeeds in removing Callen's jeans completely before their lips find each other again.

Sam's hands running across his chest, along his back, lighter as he passes the bullet holes. Sam's hands running along every inch of his body, exploring what is his.

Sam's lips leaving a trail of kissing along G's neck, a tender nip here and there, marking what's his.

Sam's hands running across his chest, along his back.

Callen shudders with every touch, Sam's finger hot and cold and charged with an almost electric touch.

Callen can't think, can't breath, can barely process what's happening.

Sam's hands running across his chest, along his back, down his legs, every touch amplified tenfold.

Sam's hands running across his chest, along his back...

"Callen?" Nate asked, breaking Callen from his thoughts.

Callen closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I don't wanna talk Nate," he said, standing up. "I really don't wanna talk." He threw his now empty cup in a nearby trash can before walking away altogether.