Life For Rent

Chapter 30 : Don't Wait

Author's Notes :
- Spoilers for S2E01, S2E02, S2E03. Yes, that's right, three episodes!
- This lovely chapter's name is courtesy of Dashboard Confessional.
- Don't own Scrabble, Scrabble Jr., The Palm (or Humphrey Lansiquot), Inception, Titanic (of Leonardo DiCaprio), Burbank Town Center 8, McDonalds, or Ikea.
- Thank you so much to those who continue to read and review (or just read!). You guys are truly rock-stars!
- For LfR's 1st birthday, I present you all with an extra long chapter. I hope you like it. I can't believe how far we've come!

Jared raised his hand and knocked hesitantly on the door in front of him. After a minute, he did it again.

"G?" He called softly. "Are you in-"

The door opened before Jared could finish the question, and on the other side stood his boyfriend.

"Hey," G greeted, stepping back. "Welcome to mi casa."

Jared followed him into the house and looked around. "Wow. It's really…"

"Empty?" G asked wryly.

Jared spotted the sleeping bag on the floor of the living room. "I was going to say spacious, but that works too."

G laughed. "Want the grand tour?"

"Yeah, definitely." He trailed after the other man into the dining room. "I can't believe you just bought a house."

"Blame Hetty," G answered. "She wooed me with it being a great neighborhood."

"Well… it is a ten minute skate from my place, practically in my neighborhood."

"You skated here?"

"Left my board in your entry way…" Jared grinned.

G turned his head to look for said board. It was propped up next to the door with a blue wave design on the underside of the deck. "Cool."

They wandered through the kitchen, and the house's bedrooms before ending back up in the living room.

"You know, G… I was thinking we should probably give each room a little christening…" Jared trailed off with a wink.

G laughed. "They do say that great minds think alike…"

"Exactly."

Callen rolled off of Jared and onto his back. The floor was hard, but Callen didn't care, and from the blissed out look on Jared's face, neither did he.

Jared turned his head to look at him, sweat dripping down his forehead, and grinned. "I'm definitely not gonna be able to skate home."

"I do have a guest room," Callen offered with a wink.

"Classy, G. Offer up a room with no bed or bedding."

"Well, in that case, I do have a sleeping bag…"

"Tomorrow morning, you and I have a date with Ikea."

Callen grimaced. "You didn't even decorate your own place! Why should I trust you with mine?"

"I'm sure Lindsey would be willing to help," Jared said. "I can call her… when I find wherever I left my phone."

"Do I really need furniture?" Callen groaned.

"And then I'm calling Sam," Jared said, ignoring Callen's question. "He looks like a good furniture mover… oh! And Eric. He can set up your TV and computer and whatnot."

"Now I'm getting a TV and a computer?"

"And of course, I can help you pick out stuff for the kitchen… do you think Kensi would be down for helping? And that new guy, my doppelganger?"

"What, Nate gets out of all the fun?" Callen asked sarcastically.

"Nah, he gets to help with tall things." Jared paused and frowned. "You didn't want to paint, did you? If you want to, we can-"

"Nah, I'm fine with it as it is," Callen answered.

"And we have to get you food, and the utilities turned on and… Why are you smiling?" Jared asked, perplexed.

Callen grinned and shook his head. "It's nothing."

Jared glared. "Tell me."

"Really, Jared-"

"G!"

Callen laughed. "I just love how on top of everything you are."

A worried look crossed Jared's face. "Is it bothering you? I'm sorry, I just-"

"No, it's fine," Callen assured him. "It's… endearing."

"Endearing?" Jared repeated skeptically.

"What? Men can't be endearing?"

"Men can be endearing," Jared allowed. "It's just that it doesn't seem like a word you would use."

Callen propped himself up on one elbow. "I'll have you know, I have a very large vocabulary."

Jared rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you do."

"In multiple languages."

"Uh-huh."

"In fact, I'll have you know, I am the current Scrabble champion of NCIS."

Jared raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'll be sure to buy the game tomorrow while we're shopping so that you can have one here to challenge guests with."

"Okay. You're no longer endearing," Callen said.

Jared laughed. "Maybe we should get Scrabble Jr., too, so you can ease some of the non-experiences people into it."

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight," Callen glared.

"That would be awesome, G, if you had a couch," Jared grinned.

"Well, I'm getting one just so that you can sleep on it when you're being annoying."

The younger man laughed again. "Sounds like a plan."

"Wait," Lindsey said, over ice cream a few days later. "G just bought a house? Like that? Without even consulting you?"

Jared licked at his dessert. "Sure. Why would he?"

"Uh, maybe because the two of you were getting close to that move-in stage," she answered.

"No, we weren't," Jared denied.

"You totally were," Lindsey countered. "I mean, he was at your place all the time."

"That's because he didn't have a place of his own… and I think he likes it when someone cooks breakfast for him," Jared replied.

"You've been dating for almost a year, that seems like plenty of time to wait before moving in together."

"It's not happening."

"Well, of course it's not happening, the man just bought a house!" Lindsey answered. "Doesn't it bother you at all?"

Jared took another lick and thought about her question. Did it bother him that G bought a house? Not really. He knew that G needed his own place, a place to finally put down roots. And who knew if they would still be together a year from now? Five years from now? Ten?

G needed a place of permanence, and Jared was nothing but happy that he'd finally found out. Sure Jared had given some thought to asking G to move in with him, but really, G wasn't that kind of person. At least, not yet anyway. G was always ready to leave, always ready for the next thing, and Jared didn't want to be the one to tie him down from that.

"Nope," he finally answered. "G needed his own place, and now he has one." He took another lick. "It has a pretty good kitchen, too."

"You're impossible," Lindsey said, with a roll of her eyes, but Jared could detect fondness in her voice. "So when's his housewarming party?"

Jared licked his ice cream. "There isn't one."

"What do you mean there isn't one?"

"I mean, G's not really a throw-a-party kind of guy."

"Well it's a good thing you are, then. He just has to show up," Lauren said. She stuck a spoonful of her own chocolate ice cream into her mouth.

"We'll probably have a barbeque or something when the house is all set up. It's a mess right now. At the rate we're going, it'll be years before we have everything unpacked and put together. Just when I think we're finished with one room, something else comes along," Jared sighed. He bit into the top of his ice cream cone and chewed thoughtfully. "G has an unrealistic goal of being finished by next weekend."

"When do you think you'll finish?" Lauren asked.

"Another week, at least. We'll have his room and the living room set up by this weekend, and I've been working on the kitchen, but the dining room, guest room, second bathroom… garage… those are all going to take some more time," Jared answered.

They fell silent for a couple of minutes. Jared took that time to finish off his ice cream cone, while Lindsey worked on her own dessert.

"So…" Lindsey said, breaking the quiet. "What are we doing for your birthday this year?"

Jared rolled his eyes and used a napkin to wipe his hands off. "What we do every year?"

"Can't we do something that doesn't involve waking up at the crack of dawn to go surfing?" Lindsey whined. "Not all of us are morning people."

Jared laughed. "You ask that every year."

"And yet nothing changes."

"Cause it's my birthday."

Lindsey sighed. "Fine, fine. Is G coming?"

"I don't think he surfs," Jared answered with a grin.

"He can watch."

"I'll ask him."

Lindsey met Jared's eyes. "He does know it's your birthday, right?"

Jared thought about it for a second. "I'm not sure."

"You're not sure? You get more excited about birthdays than anyone I've ever met! I remember when we were nine and you had a countdown to your birthday that started in June!" Lindsey exclaimed.

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with a countdown," Jared protested.

She eyed him. "There is when your birthday's in October."

"You're just jealous because my parents totally went along with it, and when you tried the same thing, your parents just shut it down," Jared said haughtily.

Lindsey glared. "They didn't shut it down, I decided that it was childish."

"Uh-huh."

"Anyway," Lindsey said, drawing the word out. "The point is, you get abnormally excited about your birthday, how can G not know?"

"I am capable of a little discretion," Jared said. "I don't think G's a fan of birthdays. For his we just did what we normally do - I made dinner, and then we had mind-blowing sex."

Lindsey made a face. "It's enough to suspect that you have mind-blowing sex every night, I don't need confirmation."

"You know you love hearing about it," Jared grinned.

"You know, you can be replaced by a computer," she huffed.

He laughed. "Yeah, but it won't cook half as well as I do."

"It smells like Ikea in here," Callen commented, staring up at the ceiling.

"That's because everything in here is from Ikea," Jared remarked. His head was pillowed on Callen's chest, and he had an arm thrown across Callen's waist.

"But it came out of boxes. It shouldn't smell like the store," Callen responded. He ran his fingers through Jared's sweaty blonde locks.

"If you had let the room air out properly, it wouldn't smell like Ikea."

"So it's my fault that I needed to sleep on this stuff immediately?"

"No," Jared answered. "It's your fault that you didn't air stuff out. You just saved it all for the end."

"How was I supposed to know it had to be aired out?"

"Because I told you you needed to air it out?" Jared asked,

"You know, you can be replaced by a computer," Callen said, tugging on the end of Jared's hair.

"Oddly enough, I do know that. Lindsey told me that earlier."

"I knew I liked that woman."

Jared's hand traveled down Callen's chest and warm fingers began to slowly stroke Callen's cock. "G?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you busy on the second?"

Callen thought for a moment "What is that? Is that a Friday?"

"It's a Saturday," Jared answered.

"Not that I know of. But I can't really plan around terrorists and all that."

Jared licked Callen's skin by his mouth. "I know."

"Did you want to do something?"

"I was thinking of having a small get together for brunch. Lindsey, you, Brandon, maybe Sam…"

Callen shrugged. "Fine with me. Want me to mention it to Sam?"

"Sure… and I'm getting off work early and was hoping we could go out to dinner, maybe."

Callen frowned in concentration. "Have we ever gone out to dinner?"

"I don't think so," Jared answered. He licked Callen's chest again.

"Any place special?"

"Ever been to The Palm?"

"I don't think so. The one on Santa Monica Boulevard? In West Hollywood?" Callen asked.

"There's one in downtown, too, but yeah."

"That place is pretty expensive, right?"

Jared shrugged. "I guess."

"You've been?"

"Yeah. I know the executive chef there - Humphrey Lansiquot. We keep in touch."

"And you want to go there for dinner?" Callen asked.

"I'll pay," Jared offered.

Callen exhaled. "You know, it's really not fair to ask me to do something while your hand is on my dick."

"So I've been told." Jared paused. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes," Callen ground out. "Now will you please…" He drifted off as Jared slid easily down Callen's body, mouth quickly finding its intended target. Callen let his hands rest in Jared's hair again. "Fuck, you give great head."

Callen felt, more than saw, Jared laugh around his cock.

Callen looked at the unknown number flashing across his screen. It had a San Diego area code, but he didn't recognize the rest of it. He thumbed the Accept button. "Hello?"

"G?" A woman asked.

"Who is this?" Callen demanded. "And how did you get this number?"

"Wow, you're much nicer sounding in person. This is Lindsey - Jared's best friend? And I stole your number from his phone when he went to the bathroom."

Callen groaned silently. He was going to have to have a talk with Jared about leaving his phone out… and about deleting the number off of Lindsey's phone. He put on a more pleasant voice. "What can I help you with?"

"I was wondering if you're free on the second."

Callen scratched the back of his neck and wondered if he was missing something. He had the nagging feeling that he was. "There's a brunch thing in the morning that Jared's throwing, and then we're going to The Palm."

"Oh!" She sounded surprised. "You are?"

"Yeah, he's getting off work early, and wanted to go out."

"So this was his idea?"

Next to him, Sam was gesturing Callen towards Eric who had entered with an expectant look on his face. "Yeah. Listen, I have to go. Was there something else you needed?"

"Just to tell you that Jared broke his watch, and a new one wouldn't be remiss. A waterproof one that he can wear while he's surfing."

Callen blinked. "Okay?"

"Boys are so dense sometimes," she muttered. "Talk to you later, G."

"Uh, yeah, sure."

She hung up and Callen stared at his phone for a second before shoving it back into his pants.

"Everything okay, G?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Callen turned to Eric. "What do you have for us?"

Eric turned to the large computer screen. "As suspected, John Doe definitely isn't his real name, it's not even close…"

"So you're going to The Palm for your birthday, but G doesn't know it's for your birthday?" Lindsey asked over the phone.

Jared poured some olive oil into a heated pan on the stove. "Correct."

"And what about your anniversary? Are you going to do anything for that?"

Jared groaned. "My god, woman! What's it to you?"

"I've always been insatiably curious, you know that," Lindsey answered. "And what are you cooking? I can hear the sizzling from here."

"Chicken Parmesan," Jared told her. "I'm about to put the chicken on."

"Will you take me off speaker-phone, then? Go get your blue-tooth."

Jared carefully dropped two pieces of batter-dredged chicken into the pan. "I would, but I'm not sure where I left it."

"Ugh," Lindsey moaned. "It makes me hungry just listening to you."

"Hey! You're the one with the moratorium on how often I can cook for you."

"That's because the food you make is so fattening," Lindsey defended.

"No, it's not."

"Well, it's fattening if you eat as much of it as I do."

Jared laughed. "That's probably true."

"Okay, look," Lindsey started. "Your birthday is on the second, and your anniversary is on the fifth, that means you can have a week long celebration! Get G to take some time off from work and go away for a week."

"G can't get time off of work, and neither can I," Jared said.

"I'm sure the real estate business can last a few days without him there," Lindsey said. "And you hardly ever take vacation time, you must have a ton of it saved up."

Jared slipped the chicken breasts. "We're not going away."

"Fine. At least do something, then! "

Jared turned away from the stove when he heard a soft knock at the door. "Hey, Linds, I'll talk to you later, okay? G's here."

"Fine, later," she said. "But talk to him about doing something."

"Goodbye, Lindsey," Jared sighed.

"Goodbye, Jared," she mimicked.

Jared pushed the end call button on his phone and hurried over to the door. G greeted him with a kiss and followed him back to the kitchen after shedding his jacket and shoes.

"Smells good," G commented, sitting at the counter.

"It'll be another twenty or so minutes," Jared warned.

G shrugged. "I can wait."

"How was your day?" Jared asked. He moved the chicken breasts to a small baking pan and spooned some tomato sauce that had been simmering over the top of it. He sprinkled mozzarella, parmesan, and basil over the top of that and then put the dish in the oven.

"Long," G answered. "I did get to ride in a helicopter, though."

"Yeah?" Jared added some spaghetti to water that had begun to boil.

"Down to the US/Mexico border," G told him. "Are there breadsticks?"

"Does garlic bread count?" Jared asked. He added some olive oil to the boiling water before turning to face G.

"Yeah."

"It's in the oven," Jared said.

"I knew I smelt something garlic-y," G grinned.

"So what were you doing so far south?"

"A couple of Marines had been kidnapped, we went to save them."

Jared took a sip of his wine. "And did you?"

"Of course," G said.

"Very cool," Jared returned. He leaned in and gave G a kiss. When he pulled back, he remembered something. "I thought you said you were going to be late today… getting drinks with Nate and whatnot."

"He asked to move it to tomorrow night," G told him. "Said you could come if you wanted."

"Work, sorry," Jared said apologetically.

G waved it away. "It's fine, I told him I'd ask."

Jared finished off his glass of wine and set it aside. He took off his apron and set it aside, then walked around the counter to where G sat. He leaned down and kissed G's cheek. "Dance with me."

G raised an eyebrow. "Right now?"

"Yeah." Jared moved away and dimmed the lights. He walked over to his stereo and started up a playlist of slow music. The music started quietly and Jared moved closer to G and slowly reached a hand out toward him.

For his part, G simply stood up and accepted Jared's hand easily. He tugged Jared flush against his body, and in the space between the couch and the kitchen, they began to slowly move together. Jared followed G's lead and they swayed easily to the music. Jared could feel G's breath along his neck and it sent shivers down his spine. He smiled contentedly.

"Jared?" G whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I think you're amazing," G breathed. "And you're so beautiful."

Jared's hand clutched the back of G's shirt tighter, and he swallowed thickly. "You're not so bad, yourself."

"What should we do for our anniversary?" G asked softly.

Jared inhaled. "You remembered."

"You thought I'd forget?"

"I wasn't sure," Jared admitted. "You have a lot going on, all the time."

"I'd be the world's worst boyfriend if I forgot our first anniversary."

Jared laughed mirthlessly. "You wouldn't even make my list of top ten worst boyfriends if you forgot our first anniversary."

"Top ten?" G asked. "Really? You must have dated some pretty terrible guys."

"Tell me about it," Jared sighed.

"Will you tell me about them?" G questioned softly.

"My exes?"

"Yeah."

"I thought most people usually didn't want to hear about previous boyfriends."

G shrugged. "I'm not most people."

Jared exhaled. "Well, before you there was Gary. He lasted for a couple of weeks."

"What was wrong with him?"

"Always late," Jared supplied. "Never showed up when he said he would… like my time wasn't worth as much as his."

"Ouch."

"Yeah… Then there was Brandon for a little while. It wasn't really dating so much as friends with benefits, but you already knew about that."

"Yeah."

"Before that there was Dylan, who we'll say had an anger problem and leave it at that," Jared stated nervously.

G pulled back enough to look Jared in the eyes. "What constitutes an anger problem?" He demanded.

"It's in the past, G-"

"Jared," G warned.

Jared sighed dramatically. "He liked to yell and throw things around."

"Did he hurt you?" G asked seriously.

Jared unconsciously touched the scar on his forearm. G caught the movement and brushed his hand aside to look at the old injury. "It's nothing, G."

"This looks like was pretty deep," G observed.

Jared tugged his arm away, "I should check on the chicken."

G let him go, but there was no sigh of relief; Jared knew the other man would bring it up again.

"So let me get this straight," Sam said, glancing between Callen and the road. They were on their way to meet Nate for drinks. "Your boytoy's girlfriend calls you up, tells you that a new watch wouldn't be remiss, while said boyfriend plans a romantic night out at a really expensive restaurant, and you never bought a clue that perhaps something was going on until Hetty, of all people, sent you a reminder e-mail?"

"I had it programmed into my phone!" Callen protested. "It just… disappeared."

"Uh-huh," Sam said doubtfully. "So what are you going to do?"

"I spent last night looking for a watch like his old one. I think I found one he'll like, I was, uh, gonna run it by Eric and Deeks, since they both surf," Callen said.

"And dinner?"

Callen blinked. "What about dinner?"

"You're paying, right?" Sam asked.

"Of course, I'm paying," Callen answered, affronted. "What kind of a guy do you take me for?"

"The kind who forgets his boyfriend's birthday?" Sam returned.

Callen sighed. "Fine, fine. Yes, I forgot, but I remembered before it!"

"No, Hetty reminded you before it," Sam corrected. "There's a difference."

Callen looked out the window at the passing scenery. "Why do you think he didn't say anything?"

"Probably because he's not stupid," Sam said bluntly.

Callen turned his head to look at his partner. "Huh?"

"He knows you have a thing against birthdays."

"My own!" Callen protested. "Not everyone else's."

"Well, I didn't say that knowledge was a hundred percent correct, now did I?" Sam returned.

Callen groaned, then sighed. "So what do you think Nate wants to talk to us about?"

"Whatever it is, it seems serious," Sam said. "He's been kind of weird since he got back from wherever it was that he went."

"And don't you find it a little suspicious that neither he nor Hetty would tell us where that was?" Callen asked.

Sam shrugged. "That's Hetty for you. Nate's probably just following orders."

"Oh!" Callen remembered. "Speaking of following orders, Jared is inviting you to brunch on the second."

"Oh he is, is he?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "What, he took over your body just now to ask?"

Callen rolled his eyes. "Are you coming or not?"

"Like I'd turn down that man's food," Sam said, pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant. "I'll be there."

"Great," Callen said, unbuckling his seatbelt. "I'll let him know."

"You mean he can't just read your mind while he's in your body asking me?" Sam grinned, getting out of the car.

"I hate you, you know that, right?" Callen asked. He closed his door and they walked over to the entrance.

Sam pulled open the door and smiled. "You know you love me, G."

Callen rolled his eyes again and stepped inside.

Callen stared at the ceiling as he laid on his bed. He could feel heat emanating from his cell phone from its place on his chest. Jared was on speaker-phone.

"So Nate's leaving?" The younger man asked.

"Yeah," Callen answered. "He found something he's passionate about and is going for it."

"Well, more power to him," Jared responded. "That's great that he found that."

"Yeah."

"You don't sound too excited about it."

Callen sighed. "Wherever he's going is dangerous."

"You're worried."

"Yeah." Callen crossed his legs at the ankle. "Tell me again why I'm here and you're there?"

"Because you bought a house, so you should actually be in it, sometimes," Jared said.

"And why can't you be in it with me?"

"Cause if I'm there, we'll have sex, and my ass is still sore from last night."

"You can do me," Callen offered.

"How romantic," Jared replied. Callen could practically hear his eyes roll. "But, seriously, G. You should spend some time in your new digs."

"I just don't understand why I have to spend that time alone. Isn't that the point of having a young, sexy partner?"

"I don't know, but when you get one, why don't you ask him?" Jared returned, and Callen could hear the smile in his voice.

"You're no fun tonight," Callen complained. He rolled over onto his stomach and moved the phone up to the pillow by his head.

"I have a headache," Jared admitted.

"Did you take something for it?"

"Yeah, a couple of Advil, right before you called."

"That was…" Callen glanced at the clock on his phone. "Half an hour ago. Shouldn't they have kicked in by now?"

"Dunno… maybe."

"Hey, this weekend, if I'm free, wanna catch a movie?"

Jared yawned. "Sure. What movie?"

"I don't know. Is Avatar still out?"

Jared laughed softly. "It's out on DVD, G. Man, when was the last time you went to see a movie."

"It's been a while," Callen admitted. "We'll figure it out this weekend, there's gotta be something good playing. Maybe Sam knows."

"I think Inception is still in some theatres. You might like that."

"What's that about?"

"No idea," Jared admitted. "But it has Leonardo DiCaprio in it."

"The Titanic kid?"

"Yup," Jared confirmed.

"You like him?"

"I like looking at him," Jared corrected. "You've got to admit that he's pretty easy on the eyes."

Callen frowned as he thought about it. "I guess he's okay. I've never really noticed."

"Okay, here. It's playing at the Burbank Town Center 8. There's a noon showing on Saturday. We can try to make that."

Callen blinked. "Have you been on the computer while we've been talking?"

"… No?"

"Uh-huh."

"I just got on when you mentioned a movie. Before that I was jerking off."

"Don't you have a headache?"

"Yeah. What can I say? I'm still a guy."

"You could have jerked off over here," Callen pointed out. "Would have been hot."

"I didn't actually finished," Jared admitted. "I got distracted by movie times."

"You are… really strange, you know that, right?"

"No, I was not aware of that before now," Jared deadpanned.

"So are you still on the computer?"

"Nope."

"Really?" Callen raised an eyebrow. "Back to jerking off?"

"Yup. So could you keep talking?"

"How come you get to get off and I don't?"

Jared breathed heavily into the phone. "Who said you don't get to?"

Called paused. "Good point." He reached into his boxers and stroked himself lightly.

"Hey, just because you're joining the rest of us… and by the rest of us, I mean me and my dick… it doesn't mean you can stop talking."

"I'm not really a talkative person."

"Make something up. It's hard to jerk off to the sound of your voice if you're silent," Jared pointed out.

"This would be so much easier if you were here."

"You keep saying that."

Callen grunted as he began to harden. "And it's still true."

"What will you give me if I come over?"

"Some mind-blowing sex."

"Hmm," Jared mulled. "No deal."

"What? I have one hand down my pants and you're already panting into the phone! What do you mean, 'no deal'?"

"Well…"

Callen closed his eyes. "Well, what?"

"There's something I've always wanted to do, but never had the courage to attempt," Jared said.

"Is this where you tell me that you're a closet S and M lover?"

Jared laughed. "Of course," he said dryly. "Let me bring over my chains and whips."

Callen grinned. "So what is this daring thing you want to try?"

"A blow job."

"Uh…" Callen blinked and looked up at the ceiling again. "We've passed that point of no return many, many moons ago."

"In the movie theatre," Jared finished.

"First the dressing rooms… now the movie theatre… Who else knows about this little exhibitionist streak you have?" Callen teased.

"It's only in placed people can't see me! It's dark in the theatre," Jared defended.

Callen laughed. "Fine, I'll blow you in the theatre. Now will you come over here so we can have sex?"

"That depends…"

"Jared," Callen sighed and let his eyes fall close. "I'll blow you in a freaking McDonalds if you'll get your ass over here."

Jared let out a small laugh. "Like I go to McDonalds, G. You're so funny. And,, really, it depends on if you get off your ass and come open the door."

Callen snapped his eyes open. "You're here?"

"Yup. It's amazing how much faster my car is, than my skateboard," Jared told him.

Callen thumbed off his phone and then slipped off of the bed and headed for the front door. When he opened it, Jared was leaning against the wall, a sweatshirt half-zipped over a bare chest, and jeans that had been so hastily put on that the button wasn't even done up. He had his cell phone in his hand and a smirk on his face.

He reached out and pulled Jared into the house, slamming the door closed behind him. He spared two seconds for the lock before pressing Jared back up against the door and crushing their lips together.

"You're wearing entirely too many clothes," Callen breathed as he fumbled with Jared's jeans. The younger man shrugged out of his jacket and his clothes fell to the floor in a pile.

Callen pushed his tongue into Jared's mouth and they stumbled towards the bedroom without breaking the kiss. He hungrily explored Jared's mouth and the other man didn't fight him. Instead he tugged on Callen's boxers, leaving them both naked. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs onto Callen's bed.

Jared fell on top of him, and Callen's hands settled onto Jared's lower back, holding him tightly against himself. Callen pulled Jared's upper lip into his mouth and sucked on it while Jared's hands wormed their way under Callen's head, almost cradling him. Callen let his hands drift lower and gently kneaded Jared's butt cheeks.

When they finally broke apart for air, both men were breathing hard, and Callen could feel their pulses racing. Jared looked down at him and smiled. "Hello."

Callen laughed and leaned up for another kiss, which quickly became more. Jared's tongue stroked his and Callen licked at it. Callen began to rock their bodies back and forth, their cocks trapped between them, rubbing against each other.

When they broke apart for a second time, Jared moved his head to the side and rested it on the pillow next to Callen's. Callen kept kneading Jared's mounds as he asked, "Why didn't you tell me you were sore yesterday?"

"It's not too bad," Jared answered.

"Hmm," Callen hummed doubtfully. "How's your headache?"

"Mostly gone," Jared said.

They kissed again and when it broke, Jared made a despondent noise. "I've changed my mind. I'd rather have you fuck me."

Callen shook his head. "No."

Jared sat up a little to look Callen in the eye. "I'm fine, G."

"You know I've been trained to spot a lie from a mile away," Callen warned.

"It's not a lie," Jared protested. "And I'm really old enough to make my own decisions."

Callen let his fingers dip into the space between Jared's butt cheeks. He licked his lips. "Do me, tonight, and in the morning, I'll make you scream."

Jared seemed to mull over the offer, before quirking a smile. "How can I resist such an offer?"

"You can't," Callen said wisely. "So I suggest you accept."

Jared ground their cocks together again. "Offer accepted."

Callen spread his legs and let his hands move to Jared's hips. "Good."

Jared grinned. "Tonight, I'll make you scream," he said, reaching for the lube.

"Promises, promises."