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Callen pulled up outside Deeks' apartment an hour after they had finished work. He wanted to give the other guy time to settle down before they talked. He didn't want to ambush him as soon as they had left the bullpen. But as he went to climb out of his car and make his way to Marty's door he saw the man in question walking down the stairs. That caused him to frown. Where was he going? Callen knew he should get out of his car and call out to the younger man, or drive off, but instead he found himself waiting until Marty's car pulled out of his parking lot and he then proceeded to follow him. He shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. But he wanted to know where he was going… and who it was he was going to see. At first Callen had thought Marty was just going to his local bar or something, but as he drove further away from his apartment, Callen became more and more confused, and wanted more and more to know Marty's destination. Though when they reached it he wasn't sure if he would have preferred not to know. Because the bar outside of which Marty Deeks pulled up outside of was not one Callen would ever have thought to see him inside again. Why was Marty going to a gay bar? Callen couldn't comprehend it. The only reason he could think of was that he was there to meet someone, and that whoever it was needed somewhere that anyone they knew was unlikely to frequent. But surely there were better places than a gay bar right?
Before he knew what he was doing Callen was following the younger man inside. Slipping through the door unnoticed by his mark or any of the other patrons, though the last was more because most of them had eyes for Marty. He didn't like that, it made his blood boil that these men thought they could look at the younger man as if he was a piece of meat. He wasn't, and he wasn't there for any of them, so they had better keep the hands off Marty, or they would have to deal with him.
Sticking to the shadows Callen made his way to the bar and grabbed a beer before finding the perfect position where he could watch over the younger man, without him seeing him. He sat and waited, determined to find out exactly why Marty was here. He needed to know what was going on.
Deeks had been in two minds about going to the bar that night. But he knew he needed to sort out what was going through his head, and it was the only way he could think to do it. But he made sure he choose his bar carefully, making sure it was one that no one he knew would ever enter. He did not want to be seen trawling a gay bar for men so he could see if he liked them or not. He also hadn't been sure what he should wear, and he had no Hetty to organise his outfit on this trip. So in the end he decided to just go with his normal clothes, I mean it wasn't like he was going out to pull, well he was, but not seriously. It was just an experiment, a test to see if his feelings for G were real or not.
Walking through the door he found the heady feeling of all eyes on him once more, and he couldn't stop the flirty smile appearing on his face. I mean he had a room of people ogling him, he liked it. But he did make sure not to make eye contact with any of the men there. Instead making his way directly to the bar and grabbing a beer. He felt he was going to need a drink to get through his plan that evening. But even once he had been served he still couldn't raise his eyes to look at the men around him. Couldn't bring himself to see if he found any of them attractive. Instead he found his beer bottle of the greatest interest. Or at least he did until someone sat down next to him.
"Hey, the names Simon." Said a gentle kind sounding voice which caused him to turn and look at the man who was now on the stool next to him, holding out his hand for him to shake.
"Marty." Deeks replied shaking the offered hand though he was not sure what to do after that. But even as he thought that he couldn't stop his eyes from cataloguing the guy's features. From letting his eyes roam over the man. Simon was older than him, by a good 10 years by his estimation and had soft brown eyes and short brown hair. He was fairly skinny and looked the least threatening guy you could ever meet, and his smile was friendly. His face held no sign of interest, of desire, just a friendly face in a sea of strangers. Deeks could feel himself relaxing in the man's company when he noticed that. This guy was expecting nothing from him, was asking for nothing. Deeks could cope with that. Because while he knew the whole point of coming here was seeing if he was attracted to men, he wasn't sure he could cope with someone showing too much interest in him.
"So Marty, why so shy?" Simon asked in a casual tone.
"Is it that obvious?" Deeks chuckled feeling embarrassed by his behaviour. Not that that would cause him to change it. He still hadn't looked round the room at the other men present.
"Well you're either shy or that beer bottle is work of art." Simon answered with a laugh of his own. His voice was soothing. Deeks liked it. He liked the gentle look in the guy's eyes, and the honest smile on his face. And thinking that he realised he could like this man, if he let himself. If he gave himself the chance to do so. Hmm, well it seemed he did find men attractive then, but it was a big step from academic appreciation to actually acting on those thoughts. The kiss would be the real decider.
So taking a deep breath he plastered on his best flirty smile as he stared into Simon's eyes and responded. "Maybe there was nothing else worth looking at before now."
Callen watched Marty sit at the bar, and he watched how he stared at his bottle giving off stay away vibes to all others in the room. He was glad about that. Obviously Marty was meeting someone here. With that realisation he thought he should probably go and leave the younger man to it, but he might as well finish his beer. He was just relaxing back when he saw someone approach. He thought it was Marty's friend, though he was even older than Callen himself was. But that was fine, Marty could be friends with who he liked. Of course that assumption was dispelled when they shook hands. You didn't shake hands with a friend. You did that with strangers. Tensing once more Callen narrowed his eyes as he watched them talk. As he watched Marty go from uncomfortable man, to the flirty friendly one he was used to seeing round the office. Oh no. He really didn't like that. And the look of interest in the other man's eyes was even worse. He had to get Marty out of there before he ended up in a situation. He had to save his Marty from that predator preying on him. With that he stood, all thoughts of remaining hidden disappearing from his mind as he stalked towards the two men at the bar, his narrow-eyed death glare focused solely on the one trying to pull his man.
Deeks was having a good time. He was relaxing and laughing and flirting, and he was just wondering how to orchestrate a kiss from the man next to him to see if it felt like it did when he kissed G. But before he could think of some subtle words to use Simon tensed and his eyes widened in alarm. He seemed to be staring over his shoulder, and Marty couldn't not turn round to see what it was that had caused such a sudden and perturbing reaction. Though when he did his mouth dropped open. Because stalking, there was no other word for it, towards them was the one and only G Callen. And he looked like he wanted to kill someone.
"G? What are you doing here?" Deeks managed to splutter out, but the man in question ignored him instead marched right into Simon's personal space.
"I think it's time you left." Callen growled in a very low, very dangerous tone towards the stranger who had the audacity to flirt with Marty.
But Simon was made of sterner stuff than that. So instead of doing as Callen had told him he turned to the man he had been chatting to. "Marty?" He asked, saying without words that he would stick by him if he needed him to.
At that Deeks rolled his eyes though his tone was hard when he spoke. "G, we're just talking."
"I know exactly what is going on Marty, thank you. Now you, leave." Callen replied not turning to look at the younger man, still glaring at the stranger who still hadn't removed himself from Marty's presence. He didn't like that.
Simon looked again at Marty who nodded. He wasn't in the mood to flirt any more. No he was in the mood to kill G Callen instead. At that Simon stood, he guessed that this was Marty's former partner, and that he was somewhat the jealous type. It did explain the younger man's behaviour earlier. He didn't like leaving him with him, but what could he do? So with one last look he walked away.
As soon as the stranger had gone Callen signed before collapsing into the seat he had just vacated and looked at Marty for the first time as he spoke. "What are you doing here, Marty?"
"What am I doing here? Last I checked it was a free country. What are you doing here?" Deeks snapped with a glare.
"I followed you." Callen replied with a shrug, unconcerned about how that would sound. He wasn't going to lie to Marty and tell him he just happened to be passing. There was no point.
"You what? Why?" Deeks demanded his eyes going even narrower if that was possible. He was not happy with that answer. How could G follow him like that? For what reason? He barely talked to him all day and then he did this? It was unbelievable.
"Because I wanted to talk. You know that guy wanted to bed you right?" Callen asked changing the conversation away from his actions and back to the reason he had intervened in the first place. He was just trying to protect Marty, what was so wrong with that?
"And so what if he did? He was cute." Deeks shrug smirking at how Callen's eyes narrowed at those words. Served him right for interfering with his plan, damn him.
"What? Marty you're not gay." Callen ground out through gritted teeth. Because even the idea that Marty found another guy attractive caused a burning sensation in his gut. A sensation he strongly believed was jealously. He had presumed he didn't have a chance with Marty because he didn't like men, but if the truth was it was because Marty didn't like him... he wasn't sure how to deal with that.
"How do you know that, huh?" Deeks questioned belligerently. Though the truth was that was what he had come to discover, whether his options had just widened considerably or not.
"Trust me, I know." Callen muttered though in truth he didn't. He just didn't like the idea of Deeks with other men. He could cope with him being with women, thinking that he had no chance because of his gender rather than any other reason, but this… this was something else.
"Well for your information I think I might like men." Deeks stated determined to get rid of G so he could carry on finding out if he did or not. Though what man would approach him after G's display he had no idea.
"You… think you might…? You don't think you like men Marty, you either do or you don't." Callen responded in exasperation. What was going on here? This was not what he had expected to be talking about tonight that was for sure.
"Yeah well this is all your fault." Deeks grumbled. If Callen hadn't looked at him like he had, if he hadn't kissed him as he had, then he wouldn't have even considered the idea of being with a man. Now it was all he could think of, well in truth, it was more being with one man in particular was all he could think of. The one who happened to be sitting across from him.
"How is it my fault?" Callen demanded, what had he done? Okay sure he had kissed Marty, but one kiss couldn't cause this reaction in the younger man. Especially considering he said he was fine after it and that it was just a cover. Marty hadn't been affected by it at all, so how was this his fault?
"Before that kiss I never had these feelings for men, and now I can't get you out of my head." Deeks snapped, no longer thinking what he was saying just wanting to make G realise what he had done. How he had caused this confusion in his mind with one damn unbelievably good kiss, well two. But still.
"Wait. You can't get me out of your head? How does that bring you to a gay bar trying to pull other men?" Callen asked blinking in confusion. Surely if Marty had feelings for him, which he wasn't sure he did, but if he did then the obvious thing to do was to investigate them with him, not some damn stranger.
"Because I need to know if the feelings I have for you are real."
At that Callen sat there staring at the man in front of him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Marty had feelings for him. Marty had been thinking about their kiss. Marty had come here to see if those feelings were real. Well that last was the stupidest plan he had ever heard. He won't find that out by kissing other men, he would only discover the truth on that one by kissing him. At that realisation Callen's eyes darkened as he looked at Marty as he had done the previous night. He then stood, threaded his hands through the younger man's hair and waited a beat, giving him a chance to pull away. But when he didn't Callen closed the distance between them and kissed Marty with all the passion and feeling and desire he felt for the man.
Deeks couldn't believe he had said that. That he had told G that he had feelings for him. He wanted to curl up and die, but he had just been so angry at his stupid display of protection. It had just come out. He was about to say something, or leave or… it was at that exact moment that G's eyes changed. It was the look he had seen on the scene in ops, but more. He felt like a rabbit trapped in the headlights. He could do nothing but stare at the man in front of him as he moved to push his hands into his hair. Just sat there barely breathing as he waited, half with hope and anticipation, and half with fear at what would happen next. And then the next came and G's lips were on his once more and again he thought nothing else. All he could do was feel. Let the emotions rush through him to fast for him to determine what they were, but one thing was very clear. It hadn't been a one off the previous night.
When Deeks' mind finally caught up with what was happening it was to find himself kissing G back just as fiercely as he was being kissed. His arms were wrapped around the older man's waist, and he had pulled him so he was now standing between his legs, their chests pressed together. It was amazing, and awesome, and it certainly had parts of Deeks waking up. Oh yeah, he was definitely attracted to G Callen, no question about that. As for other men he had no idea, but right then he really didn't care. The only one that mattered was the one in his arms.
When Callen finally pulled back from the kiss he was pleased to note they were both breathing heavily and Marty's eyes were blown wide with desire. He couldn't help but smirk as he asked. "Did that feel real?"
"Oh yeah." Deeks breathed his body leaning towards the man standing in from of him of its own accord.
"Then does it really matter about anyone else?" Callen asked smoothing Marty's hair with his hands as he stared lovingly into his eyes. Marty cared for him, had feelings for him. He had a chance of having the one person he wanted more than anyone else, and he wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that. No matter how difficult this could make his life. Because he cared for Marty too much to give him up now or ever.
"No." Deeks shook his head. It really didn't matter if he was interested in other men, because not one of them could ever hold a candle to the one standing in front of him. The only one he really wanted.
"Good. Let's go. I think we need to talk." Callen replied, stepping away from Marty so that the younger man could stand. The conversation they needed to have would be much better had in private.
"Agreed." Deeks nodded before standing and taking G's hand and leading him out of the bar, giving Simon a sunny smile and a nod as they went past. Deeks had no idea what was going to happen now, all he knew was that he wanted this, he wanted G, and that really was the only important thing in his mind.