Because Callen and Brian had to do a nooner during their break I had to shorten this chapter ;) You may read the complete chapter on my profile under the name Mephysto on AOE.

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Moaning Callen fell back into the driver's seat. Brian beside him pouted a little because he wasn't allowed to drive, but Callen desperately needed something that cheered him up. Shortly he considered to simply drive over a red light or do a parking violation. Just to vex this Mr. Loobertz. But he wouldn't become aware of that and he didn't want Hetty's disapproving gaze directed at him again this soon. Who knew which dirty trick would cross her mind this time? Maybe she'd send him to primary school or something. No, that he didn't want.

"Hey, G?" Brian's voice pulled him from his depressive thoughts and Callen looked into sparkling, blue eyes.

"Let's pick up my baby. It's almost on our way and won't take long."

Callen looked at the watch. It wasn't like they were expected or something. Many of interrogations wouldn't be done today. Actually Sam and Kensi just had to bring them up to date and Brian wanted to take a look at Yeoman Rush's car. And he and Brian surely deserved a little break after this torture.

"Show me the way," Callen started the car. His mood improved significantly, when Brian beamed at him. They squiggled fast through the traffic. Brian directed him past the main streets, which at this time were one whole parking lot. Callen had lived for several years in L.A. now, but even he learned about some new ways this day.

"Is this a garage like Tej's?" he asked into the pleasant silence.

Brian nodded, "A friend of him. Of course they do the normal business, too, but they stay afloat by catering to the street racers."

"Can you really earn money with this? I mean, in Miami it looked like big business, but nevertheless-"

"It depends on who your customers are. Harry's garage, where I was undercover back then, worked well, because it was known that Dom bought from him. The reputation always matters. Tej's worked well, because he organized the races himself and everyone knew that he wouldn't cheat you."

"And because Bullitt worked for him."

Brian laughed, "Maybe later this was a factor, but Tej build himself something good."

"And he really parties every day. I didn't believe you at first, but now I wonder how he and his crew get the work done."

"Tej isn't lazy. They begin early. Till afternoon work and after that comes pleasure. And you witnessed it: The races aren't every evening."

"Do you want to do races here, too? Get a name again?"

Brian hesitated with his answer and Callen looked to him. He had to gulp as he saw how Brian worked his lip.

"Maybe it isn't such a good idea. I mean now that I work for the law again. Besides maybe they don't like me in the scene anymore. I don't know how much is found its way into the scene after Dom's escape. I don't know how much Vince told."

"Vince doesn't live in L.A. anymore."

"Huh?"

"I enquired about the case, before I flew down to Miami. Letty and Toretto are still disappeared. Vince doesn't live in L.A. anymore, too. Supposed to be immigrated to Brazil. Leon works in a little garage here in town and Mia Toretto still lives in Echo Park."

Brian was silent. After a while he said, "I'm sorry that the team's torn apart now. They were good. They fitted each other."

"But they have to bear the consequences for what they did. As did you."

Brian melancholy smiled, "Altogether I came off well."

"Well," said Callen attempting to be casual, "anyway I won't complain. Who knows where you would've been, if I hadn't flown down to Miami. Surely not here in my car, where you fit in quite well."

"Not one of your best lines, hm? What did you want to achieve with that?"

Callen stopped at a red light. He regarded Brian from head to toe and licked his lips, "Maybe I wanted to seduce you?"

Brian put his head in his hand and looked back with half-closed eyes, "And you think it's that easy?"

"Why not?" Callen stretched out his hand and stroked Brian's knee. His fingers slowly crawled up to Brian's hip. He looked into his face. Brian's eyes sparkled and his lips were partially opened.

Reluctantly Callen took his hand back and looked forward. The traffic light changed and he started the car.

"I really shouldn't do this during driving. Could turn nasty otherwise."

"If you make do with the space, it's alright."

"It's damn narrow in here. We'd have to be quite flexible, to not bump our heads during it."

Callen shifted. He wanted to take his hand away from the stick shift, but Brian laid his hand simply over his, "Did you have already sex in a car?"

"High-school, on the back seat. And I can tell you, it was damn awkward. I almost sprained my neck."

Brian escaped a snort and a fast look told Callen, that the blonde's shoulders quivered.

"Yes, yes. Laugh about it. I bet your experiences, if you had them, weren't better. I'm of the opinion sex in cars is overrated."

Brian's fingers traveled along Callen's lower arm and a shiver went through his body. Brian's voice caused a fire between his legs, "I already did it in a car. Was an Aston, too. A Vantage. From zero to hundred in 4.8 seconds. In cherry rogue."

Brian took his hand away, but before it could land in the blonde's lap, Callen caught it. He interlaced their fingers and said grinning, "Almost sounds as if the car turned you more on than the man."

"Let's say it this way: a fast car makes me get going."

Callen groaned and looked at the street again, "You should stop saying things like that."

He spread his legs a little wider. By now his pants had become tight and the pictures Brian caused in his head weren't helpful!

"Drive up there left front. There's a warehouse where we won't be disturbed."

Surprised, mixed with a little shock, Callen looked to Brian, "You're not serious! In broad daylight?"

"Only if you want to," Brian took his hand away and looked out of the window. He hunched his shoulders and seemed insecure. No picture Callen wanted to see. He cast a glance at the clock. They still had time!

He turned left and drove into aforementioned warehouse. It already looked rundown. It didn't have a gate, the windows were broken and there was nothing in it. Perfect for a little nooner.

Callen turned the engine off and looked questioningly to Brian, "So what's next? I only know of doing it on the backseat."

Brian leaned his back against the window, "Are you sure?"

"Oh no! You're not putting these pictures into my head and then cop out. I can't drive in this condition!"

He pointed at the obvious bulge in his jeans. Brian's eyes attached themselves to it and he licked his lips.

"Let's get out."

"But I thought we're doing it in the car."

"We have to change places. I'm not up for getting a wheel in my back, while I'm riding you."

Woah, what these words did to his imagination! With a speed he rarely showed Callen jumped out of the car. He heard Brian laugh and soon the blonde stood beside the car. They both walked around the Aston and Callen followed the urge to slap Brian's butt. Then he sat on the passenger seat.

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Breathing fast he leaned forward and kissed Callen hard. Then he said, "We should go. Our break's over. "

Callen laughed, "I think we already exceeded."