Hello my darlings. I would like to thank Beepmybanana,melissastoner57, Amy (Guest), heyjode, amywegner16 and anonkp for the wonderful reviews. I would also like to thank those of you who have followed and favoured since my last update.
So firstly I am very sorry for the long wait. I was trying to get another one of my stories finished and then I had a massive writers block and really didn't want to writ eat all. But that has gone now. So really sorry for that.
Secondly bonus points to those of you who pick up the bits about another role Chris O'Donnell once had. Sorry couldn't help myself putting it in, it was one of my favourite movies as a teenager.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.
The next morning dawned without a cloud in the sky but a stiff breeze coming from the ocean. Deeks taking one look out of the window of his room knew it was perfect surfing weather, but he didn't really want to leave G while he went. I mean that wasn't really the done thing, was it? Leaving your guest so you could go surfing. Of course it probably wasn't the done thing to have your guest working in the kitchens of the bar so there was that. Turning to look at the man who was quietly lying next to him he expected to see him still asleep, after all it wasn't even six yet. But he was surprised to find Callen wide awake smiling up at him. though he probably shouldn't have been, that guy never slept after all.
"Morning." Deeks said returning the smile somewhat sheepishly at being caught looking out of the window before checking on the man sharing the bed with him.
"Morning." Callen replied with a smirk as he read the thoughts going through Marty's head in his eyes. He was still amazed at how easy he found it to read the other man now. Amazed at just how many of his masks he had let fall away since he had come here, since he had started walking in the light. Amazed and overjoyed at watching the real Marty Deeks.
"So, what shall we do before breakfast?" Deeks asked resolutely turning his mind away from surfing.
"Well I plan on going for a run with Monty, if he can keep up, while you go surfing." Callen responded with a shrug.
"You sure?" Deeks asked, not being able to stop his eyes drifting once more to outside and the waves he could see crashing onto the beach.
"Very. I'm looking forward to seeing you in your wetsuit." Callen replied smirking now.
"Oh yeah? And any chance I get to see you in tight running shorts in return?" Deeks responded cheekily his eyes twinkling at the idea.
"Not today. But if you play your cards right tonight, maybe tomorrow." Callen answered giving Marty a waggle of his eyebrows as he climbed out of bed and headed towards the shower room.
"I'm hoping that if I play my cards right tonight I might just see you in less than tight running shorts." Deeks returned cheekily smiling widely as he found his eyes studying the other man's ass as he walked away.
"Only if you're very, very good." Callen responded with a wink before slipping through the door and closing it behind him, leaving Deeks with a warm glow inside from the conversation. A warm glow from the fact that there was no longer any self-imposed restrictions on their flirting, because tonight, tonight they were going on their first date.
With that thought in the forefront of his mind Deeks climbed out of bed and got himself ready for surfing.
Callen decided to go up the gentler sloping cliff for his run. Oh he knew he could go through the fields behind the bar and it would be easier. But he wanted to be able to see Marty. Wanted to be able to watch him on the waves. Therefore when he got to the top he stopped, something Monty at his side was very happy about, or at least that was the impression he got when the dog dropped to lie down at his feet. Chuckling at Monty's behaviour Callen turned his eyes to the waves below him. He could just make out Deeks lying on his board, paddling idly, until he turned. It seemed he had seen his wave. Callen stood there and watched him jump up, watched him ride the wave along the shoreline with the skill of someone who had spent half their life in the water. And as he stood there he thought over what the rest of the day would bring, namely the date he and Marty were going on that evening.
He still wasn't one hundred percent sure about it being a good idea, but he also knew it was far too late to change his mind. And the selfish part of him was looking forward to it. Looking forward to finally being able to express the feelings that had been growing for the other man ever since they had stopped working together. But it was selfish, he knew that. He didn't want Marty putting his life on hold for him, waiting for the few snatched moments he could spare between cases. Didn't want to have to cheat on him for work, even if he knew it was part of his job. He had seen how much stress that put on a relationship with Sam and Michelle, and they were completely in love with each other. How would it affect him and Marty? But no. He couldn't think about that, not right now. No use borrowing trouble as Hetty would say. I mean they were only going on their first date, it did not mean it would go any further, did it? And if it did, well they would cross that bridge when they came to it.
With that he pushed all thoughts out of his mind as he turned to run along the cliff path, Monty once more at his kneels.
The day at work flew by for both of the men, though they did find it entertaining how it seemed Henry and Frank were putting far more effort into organising their date than they were. Callen watched with a chuckle as Henry ran around the kitchen preparing not just the food for the restaurant that day, but also all the different dishes he had decided they must have on their romantic picnic. Though when he saw how much food he was preparing Callen did have to wonder if Henry expected other people to show up, there was far too much for just him and Marty, surely.
Deeks on the other hand just shook his head when Frank pulled out the German beer, dusting it off all ready for them to drink, though there was no way Deeks was carrying the whole case up the cliff. A couple of bottles would do fine he was sure.
Then came the end of their shifts, and to the amusement of both of them, Henry insisted Callen get ready in his and Franks apartment. They didn't really see the need, but neither of them said as much to the sometimes scary older man. Therefore that was how Callen found himself, a hour later, dressed in a long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans, knocking on Marty's door, 'picking him up' for their date.
"Hey, you look… pretty much as you always look." Deeks said opening the door with a smile. It felt a bit surreal, to be going on a date with G.
"Back at you. Ready to go?" Callen replied returning the smile. It wasn't like either of them were going to dress up for a picnic on the cliffs was it?
"Hey, I will have you know I spent hours doing my hair." Deeks responded with a huff and a flick of said hair.
"And you don't normally?" Callen replied cheekily, before grabbing Marty's hand in his and linking their fingers together. I mean it was a date, right?
And Deeks, well he was going to reply with some witty remark to Callen's words, but as soon as he felt the other man's hand in his he found it flew from his mind. So instead he called Monty to his side and the three of them made their way downstairs.
They managed to very quickly grab the food and drinks, as well as the blanket Henry had pulled out for them to use, and then they were out of the building, making their way towards the gentler cliff. Neither of them wanted to try and negotiate the steeper path in the dark later when the sun would have set and they would be returning.
They walked up the cliff path hand in hand, neither felt the need to say anything, though that could also be due to the slight breathlessness they were feeling, though whether that was due to the climb or the fact they were holding hands on the way to the first date, neither of them was completely sure. But finally they made it to the top. Once there they had to drop each other's hands so they could spread out the blanket, and take out the mountain of food Henry had prepared for them.
"Wow, did Henry think we were having a party?" Deeks asked as he kept pulling dishes out of the picnic basket they had been packed in.
"Yeah, it is a little overboard." Callen agreed grabbing a couple of beers and opening them, leaving Deeks to deal with the food, though he was rather keen to try it all. It had smelt amazing as Henry had been cooking it that afternoon.
With that a comfortable peace settled once more on them as they grabbed food, doing the dance of offering the dishes to each other and suggesting that the other try certain things because they were amazing. Though in truth it was all amazing and as much as they hadn't thought they would eat it all, by the time they were done all the containers were completely empty.
"Ohhh, I am so stuffed, I am not moving until morning." Deeks groaned as he lay down staring up at the sky that was starting to turn pink with the setting of the sun.
"Might get a little cold." Callen responded resting his elbows on his knees as he watched the sunset, beer in hand.
"You'll have to keep me warm then, won't you?" Deeks replied turning to look up at the man sitting next to him.
"I could do that." Callen answered turning towards Deeks so that their eyes locked and held, just staring at each other and for the first time without any shields or masks hiding the feelings they had for the other.
Then Callen's eyes flickered down to Deeks' lips and the younger man had to gulp at the meaning behind the movement. It was obvious that Callen wanted to kiss him, and while Deeks wanted that too, he wasn't ready for it, not right then. Therefore he tore his eyes away from the other man and pulled himself up, so he was sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him, his hand coming to rest on Monty as he gave him a stroke.
Callen noticed the sudden shift in air, noticed how Deeks was no longer looking at him and as such turned his eyes back to the sunset. He didn't want to push Marty if he wasn't ready, no matter how much he wanted to kiss him. Wanted to do so much more than just kiss. He would let Marty decide the pace of whatever it was that was happening between them. He was happy with whatever the younger man felt able to give, and if that was nothing more than holding hands and flirting, well maybe that would be better in the long run. Maybe.
"Wow, this has to be the quietest first date ever." Deeks said into the silence that had settled upon them. He had felt Callen retreat when he sat up and he was cursing himself for doing it. He wanted the easy friendly conversation back. He wanted the G that looked at him with such feeling in his eyes back.
"Well, what would you normally be talking about on a first date?" Callen asked turning to him with a smile. He hadn't been on a first date that wasn't work related for a very long time. And this wasn't your typical first date, was it?
"I'd find out about the person I'm with, but that seems a little pointless here." Deeks replied with a cheeky grin, as if he was daring Callen to contradict him.
"Oh I don't know. I'm sure there is a lot we don't know about each other." Callen responded with a shrug. It was true, I mean before Marty moved here they only ever really interacted at work.
"Yeah, but not really first date questions." Deeks agreed. I mean sure there were loads he wanted to know about G, they were the sort of things you found out by being with someone, rather than asking small talk style questions.
"Try me." Callen replied turning so he was facing Deeks head on.
"What?" Deeks asked with a frown, confusion in his eyes. What was G going on about now?
"Ask me some first date questions." Callen clarified with a smirk. He was going to enjoy this. If Deeks wanted a first date, well then he would give him a first date. And by that he meant the same sort of first date anyone would get if he dated them, anyone who didn't know who or what he was at any rate. If nothing else it would be fun coming up with crazy unbelievable answers.
Deeks looked at him then as if he was slightly crazy, but then he saw the gleam in Callen's eyes and he suddenly remembered all the first dates he'd gone on when he was an undercover cop. Remembered all the different stories he would tell people about himself, and well, yeah. Okay, time to see just how good G was at coming up with a backstory on the fly.
Turning so he too was facing Callen he nodded. "Okay." He said thinking for a second what to ask, but decided on going for the most obvious. "So Callen, what do you do for a living?"
"I'm in the circus." Callen replied without missing a beat. If he was going to do this he might as well go for the most outrageous thing he could think of.
"Really? And what do you do in the circus?" Deeks asked raising his eyebrow at the man across from him, trying to stop himself from laughing at the serious face Callen had as he said those words.
"I'm a trapeze artist." Callen responded again without hesitation, though he did find it hard to keep a straight face when Deeks choked on his beer at his words.
"So what? You wear tight fitting outfits while flying through the air?" Deeks asked not being able to stop the chuckle as he tried to imagine it. He really couldn't see Callen doing that.
"I've been known to." Callen responded laughing as well glad that he had managed to lighten Marty's mood. Glad that the slight shadow that had crossed over them before seemed to have gone again.
Deeks sat there watching as Callen laughed, watched as it lit up his eyes and he didn't even think as he moved. One second he was sitting across from G and the next he was kneeling in front of him, his hand cupping his jaw as he stared into his eyes once more. But this time he didn't let himself think or hesitate, instead he just closed the distance between them placing his lips gently on top of the older man's.
Callen had watched Marty moved, had sat perfectly still as he cupped his face, but as soon as Marty's lips met his own he moved. He couldn't not. His arms snaked around the other man's waist, pulling him closer so Marty was leaning against him, the hand he'd had on his face moving to his shoulder as his other rose to the other shoulder. And then Callen deepened the kiss, tilting his head to the side so he could run his tongue across Marty's lips, asking without a word for entrance. An entrance Deeks was more than happy to grant him.
The kiss consumed them then. No thoughts entered their heads. All they had were feelings, physical and emotional. The feel of the other lips on these, the duel of their tongues as the mapped out each other's mouths and learnt what caused the other the greatest pleasure. The feel of hands pressing into skin felt through their clothes as they held tightly to each other, the only real thing in the world which was swirling around them.
But soon Callen found the current position was not the most comfortable, therefore gently not interrupting the kiss he moved, turning Marty so he was lying on his back, Callen at his side rest on his elbow as he threaded one hand through the younger man's hair and the other rested on Marty's hip.
Deeks didn't notice the change in position until their lips finally parted and he blinked open his eyes to find Callen above him, smiling at him with such soft caring emotion shining in his eyes.
"Hey." He whispered returning the smile while he found that his voice really didn't want to speak any louder. That was so much more than he had imagined it would be, but it was everything he hadn't known he'd wanted his first kiss with G to be. It had been beyond perfect in his mind.
"Hey." Callen replied. He knew he probably shouldn't have taken the kiss as far as he had, but he couldn't not. Not when Marty was finally in his arms. And well, Marty didn't seem to mind, so he really couldn't find it in himself to care. Instead he allowed himself the time to just enjoy the moment. To remember the bliss he felt with Marty in his arms and lips under his own. To revel in the mind-blowing glory he'd experienced.
They stared at each for a moment longer, before Deeks wrapped one hand around Callen's neck, pulling him back down for another kiss. He couldn't get enough of the other man's lips now he'd experienced them. It was then he found the extra joy at the new position in the fact he could now run his hand across G's chest, mapping the contours of his muscles as his tongue mapped out his mouth. Oh yes, this was perfect.
And Callen agreed wholeheartedly as he settled over the younger man, sharing pleasure and passion though lips and hands. Oh yes, this was definitely what he wanted for as long as he could have it.