A Birthday Bash Gone Awry
Chapter 2
On Friday morning, G waited on his front porch for his partner to pick him up. He enjoyed sitting on his porch on the new bench Marty and him had picked out together. Sam pulled up to curb and parked the Challenger. G sauntered down the walkway to his car.
"Morning G," Sam said watching his partner get into the car.
"It's gonna be a good day."
"Did you take care of our discipline problem?"
"Yeah." The corners of his mouth turned upward.
"I like the sound of that."
"And Marty reports to you on Monday for additional training."
"And?"
"He brings us donuts and coffee for a month starting today."
"You got him to agree to all of that?"
"Yep."
"Okay, tell me how."
"Easy, I threatened him with ten spankings instead of his perfunctory five."
"Wicked, G." Sam gave him a high five. G slapped his hand against his partner's hand. "Perfunctory, one of Marty's favorite words I presume?"
"Yeah, I love my new word."
"You and your fancy words," he said, "you're beginning to sound like Marty."
"I ought to punch you."
"But?"
"I sort of like you."
"Only sort of like me?" Sam pulled over to the curb in his favorite spot just before they reached headquarters. No cameras here and he knew it. He tested the area several times, making sure he could do as he pleased. "You sure you only like me?"
"Well, maybe there's more to what I feel than that."
"Maybe?" Sam released G's seat belt and dragged him over onto the center console with an arm wrapped around his chest. "Be careful what you say." He lowered his voice.
"Ooh big guy, what you gonna do to me?" He laughed.
"Anything I want."
"Anything?" G's body tingled from head to groin, hearing the change in his partner's voice.
"Yeah." Sam cupped G's face in his big, sinewy hands and kissed him hard. "I missed you. I expect to see you over at my house tonight after work. I hope you didn't plan anything with our wayward agent."
"Nope," G said breathless after Sam's claiming kiss.
"Good, better get back in your seat and buckle up," he said. "Wouldn't want Hetty to see you on a cam breaking the law." Sam laughed.
"She'd wallop my backside."
"As kinky as you are, you'd probably enjoy it."
"I'm not kinky."
"Not kinky?" Sam laughed. "You love when I manhandle you and you love spanking Marty."
"Yeah, I do love it when you manhandle me," G said, smiling. "Settles me down and helps me stay focused on my job."
"Maybe Hetty should wallop your butt," he said, the corners of his mouth turning upward. Sam parked the Challenger.
"Is there a higher meaning to that?"
"I'll higher meaning your ass tonight if you don't watch it."
"Ooh, I like the sound of that, big guy."
"I guess disciplining Marty's ass is healthy for you."
G glanced at him sideways.
"Brings out the feisty, bantering partner I love." They both sauntered into headquarters. At the last minute before they entered the bullpen, Sam pulled G into his side. "I love you." He whispered.
"Bet you say that to all the guys you date," G said, winking at him. "Me too."
"That's two against you for tonight," he said.
"Ooh, what are you planning?"
"Keep it up and you'll see."
# # #
They entered the bullpen and sat in their seats. G was glad the seating arrangement placed them far apart, because he didn't know if he could keep his hands to himself. He hoped they stayed at headquarters to catch up on paperwork. The possibilities of being with his partner in the car on a stakeout or even driving around with him today made G squirm in his seat. He pulled the first file off the incoming stack and started filling out the report from yesterday's ops. The ops where Marty flubbed it, again. He was beginning to believe the guy messed up on purpose to get spanked. Maybe it was true. As much as G loved to be manhandled by Sam, he believed Marty loved it more.
"Hey, Callen, Sam," Marty said, arriving in the bullpen with Winchell's donuts and Starbucks coffee. He stopped by Sam's desk first, offering him a donut and giving him a coffee.
Sam thanked him with a raised eyebrow.
Next Marty stopped by G's desk and offered him a donut and handed him a coffee. "Make sure you offer some to Hetty and Nate."
"Do I have to?" Marty said, pouting.
"No pouting," G said, "perform all your duties with a smile and a great attitude."
"I would if my ass didn't hurt so much." He lowered his voice and leaned over G's desk.
"You got five." G whispered.
"Five of the most—Hetty." Marty straightened, seeing her just outside the bullpen behind G's desk. He offered her a donut and coffee.
"Why thank you, Mr. Deeks," she said. "By the way, I'll need to see you in my office later on this morning." Hetty dropped a file folder onto Deeks's desk and accepted the donut and coffee.
He swallowed hard hearing his supervisor say that. "Is everything—"
"We need to talk about your actions or lack of actions on the ops yesterday."
Marty sucked part of his lower lip into his mouth.
G and Sam eyed each other and smiled.
"Yes, Hetty, sorry." He watched her leave and stopped at Kensi's spot to place a donut and coffee on her desk. Afterward, he headed toward Nate's office.
"I'd like to be a fly on the wall in Hetty's office later on this morning," Sam said. He grabbed the report from yesterday and began to fill it out.
"Me too." The left corner of his mouth turned upward. "Kensi, my favorite agent," G said, greeting her.
"Hi Callen," she said, sitting down at her seat. "Hi Sam. What's this?" She eyed the coffee and donut on her desk.
"Deeks's peace offering after he placed the team in danger yesterday," G said.
"I like this." She took a bite of a raspberry filled, jelly donut.
"Yep, part of a new discipline Deeks has embarked on," Sam said, trying to keep a straight face.
G covered his mouth with his left hand, trying to prevent himself from laughing out loud.
Marty returned to the bullpen and remained standing to eat his donut and drink his coffee.
"What's the matter with your chair, Deeks?" Sam asked, stifling a laugh.
"Oh, um, nothing."
"You'd better sit down, because you've got paperwork to finish before you see Hetty," G said.
"Before?" Marty came around to his seat and opened the file on his desk. "No way, guys, you can't be serious. There's no way I can fill out this report before I see Hetty later this morning. Does she really expect me—"
"We didn't put it there, Deeks, Hetty did," Sam said.
"This will take at least an hour to finish or more and man… I have to sit that long and—"
"Yep." G grinned wide, imagining how sore Marty's ass must feel, and how hard the chair would feel against his freshly spanked bottom.
"This isn't right," Marty said.
"Remember, attitude," Sam said.
"Damn." Marty pulled out the chair, set his donut and coffee on his desk, and eased himself down onto the chair. He grimaced and sucked half of his lower lip into his mouth.
"Fall off your bike, Deeks?" G asked.
"What?" Marty glanced up from the paperwork on his desk. "Very funny."
"I thought it was."
The sound of Eric whistling for the team to come upstairs broke through their raillery. The team left their coffee and donuts unfinished and climbed the stairs to OPS. G entered first followed by Sam. They stood side by side, less than six inches between them, crossing their arms. Kensi and Marty entered together less than a minute later.
Hetty was the last person to enter OPS. "Ladies and gentlemen we have serious breach at Camp Pendleton," she said. "Eric?"
Eric entered a couple of strokes on his keyboard and a video appeared on the big video screen before them.
G and Sam studied the video of three men breaching the security gate and entering the base.
"Nationality?" G asked. "Any weapons found on them?"
"Serbian," Eric said. "No weapons. No explosives."
"A dry run?" Sam asked.
"I'm thinking the same thing," G said.
"The ops is yours, Mr. Callen, discover the intention of these gentlemen," Hetty said. She spun on her heels and left OPS.
Well, there goes my time away from my partner. Damn. Maybe I could drive and that way keep my hands to myself. But maybe Sam couldn't keep his hands to himself. "Eric, anything on these men?"
"All three of them possess five year visas."
"Current visas?" G asked.
"Yep, they check out."
"Thorough background checks, ASAP, Eric and Nell."
"Working on it right now, Callen," Nell said.
"I guess this means we're making a trip to Oceanside," G said, glancing at his partner.
Sam winked at him and followed him out of OPS.
# # #
"I'm driving," G said, getting into his car.
"We're taking the Challenger."
G got out of his car and crossed his arms. "No."
"No?"
"Yeah."
"Perhaps we need a private discussion on this."
"We're the only ones out here in the parking lot."
Sam pointed to the doors. "Inside."
"Damn it." He trudged inside headquarters and headed for the private men's bathroom.
Sam entered the same bathroom a few moments later. "You've got attitude." He lowered his voice.
"I want to drive."
"Is that so?" Sam turned and locked the door. "You really want to go there?"
"Not there," he said, "not where you're talking about."
Sam flipped G around and forced him hard against the door, kneeing him between the legs.
"Please don't… Sam… not here." G spread his legs wide.
"Not here what?"
"I'll do what you want."
"What?"
"I'm not missing something, if that's what you're implying."
"Implying?"
"Sam, damn it," G said, pursing his lips and holding back what he really wanted to say.
He pressed his body hard against G's.
"Please…" G panted, getting more aroused by the minute.
"What?"
"Don't play games with me, man, just do whatever it is you're going to do and stop messing with—"
Sam grasped G's chin and planted a wet sloppy kiss on his mouth. G gasped. "I'm driving, man, like it or not."
"I won't be able to keep my hands off you."
"Is that what this is all about?"
"Yeah," G said, sighing and relaxing against Sam.
"And you believe you'll keep your hands to yourself if you drive?" Sam asked. "Since our relationship began, you haven't ever been successful at keeping your hands to yourself." He laughed. "And what about my hands?" He pawed G's body, stroking and caressing it.
"Please just do something already."
"I did and I plan to do more during our ops."
"Sam, we can't."
"We can." He rubbed his groin up and down and back and forth on G's buttocks.
"Damn you." He gasped again.
"Let's go before I jump your body in the men's room."
"Wouldn't be the first time." G laughed.
"Won't be the last time." Sam grinned wide.
# # #
Sam and G sat in the Challenger and buckled their seat belts.
Sam took off down the road driving south. "Call this number and confirm our reservation," he said.
G's jaw dropped.
"You look sexy with your mouth hanging open like that."
"What place is this?"
"It's called Plan B."
"Huh?"
"I have plans for this weekend," Sam said. "I prefer to shack up with you in a hotel."
"Shack up?"
"Yeah, I don't want to drive all the way back here tonight." He stroked G's thigh. "I had planned to drive there tonight with you."
"Hetty won't pay for that."
"She's not, I am."
G dialed the number. "I didn't bring any—yes, confirming a reservation for Hanna, two, yes, thank you." He disconnected. "La Costa Resort and Spa, it's too expensive."
"Not for you."
"What are planning?"
"It's not what I'm planning, it's what I planned," Sam said. "Remember this is the weekend starting tomorrow. And I plan to ravish your body starting tonight."
"I didn't bring any clothes."
"You won't need any."
"Wait a minute, ravish, doesn't that mean rape?"
"There's more obscure meanings to the word."
"Such as?"
"Enrapture, enchant, delight, charm, captivate, and my favorite—enthrall."
"Enthrall?" G asked. "Is Marty rubbing off on you now too?"
"Nope, but our bodies will be rubbing on each other very soon."
"Damn, this just keeps on getting more—"
"Enticing?"
"You're seducing me."
"Yeah, can't wait."
# # #
Ninety minutes later, they arrived at Camp Pendleton. As usual G took the lead with the investigation, asking the pertinent questions. He was thankful there was never an argument about who took the lead in an undercover ops. Sam only wanted control of their personal relationship. Throughout the two hour long interrogation of the three suspects, G noticed his partner's undue anxious behavior. After he finished with his investigation, he took Sam aside. "What's your problem?"
"You."
"What?" G asked. "I'm trying to do my job and you're annoying me with your antsy behavior."
"I'm annoying you?" Sam said. "I need some relief and you're going to give it to me." He placed his arm around G's shoulders and guided him toward the Challenger. "I missed you last night. I thought you were coming by my house after your game night with Marty."
"We're supposed to be on an undercover ops." G wrestled free a few feet short of the car and faced Sam. "I was too drunk to drive anywhere last night."
"Yeah, and I'm on my own private ops." He wrapped his arm around G's shoulders again. "Next time call me and I'll come pick you up."
"What are you talking about?" G glanced at him sideways. "Now just how would that work? You'd pick up a drunk and passed out guy and have your way with him?"
"I want you, G." Sam lowered his voice. "Doesn't matter to me what your mental and physical state are when I ravish your body in my bed."
"It doesn't make a difference to you?" he asked. "So you don't need me conscious?"
"Nope to both questions."
"And you can't wait until tonight?"
"Hell no, can't wait that long."
"Hetty will rip you a new one if we pull off this ops now."
"You're done asking questions, right?"
"Yeah."
"We're taking a lunch break," Sam said, sitting in the driver's seat. "Get in."
"Where are we going?" G sat in the passenger's seat.
"We're checking in early." Sam revved the engine and drove toward Camp Pendleton's exit gate.
"Sam!"
"Yeah, what?"
"This is considerably unorthodox for you."
"I missed you last night."
"Can't it wait until tonight?"
"No, we're less than fifty minutes away."
"Yeah, you're less than fifty minutes away from Hetty ripping you a new one."
"Nope, she'll understand."
"Will she now?"
"Yep, guaranteed she'll understand," Sam said. "When she finds out how I gave you what you needed to stay focused on your job."
"What?" G asked. "Is this all you think about?"
"Nope."
"What is with you, man?"
"You." Sam grasped G's hand and squeezed it.
"Damn," G said. He glanced at the speedometer. "Sam, you're going over the speed limit."
"And?"
"Hetty won't spot you the ticket."
"I know and I don't care." Sam headed down the exit and off the freeway. "Closer."
"Closer to what?" G asked.
"Ravishing your body."
"Sam."
"Yeah, G?"
"What has gotten into you?"
"I told you," he said. "You spent too many hours in the interrogation and it's fried your synapses. Stay in the car while I check us in."
"Trying to hide the merchandise?"
"Nope, no need for you to get out, sweetheart."
"Sweetheart?" G's jaw dropped.
"Just relax and let me take care of this."
G unbuckled his seatbelt, reclined his seat, and waited for Sam to return. This was the first time his partner had called him a pet name. It made G suspicious about their weekend tryst. Less than five minutes later, his partner returned to the Challenger. Sam drove to their suite and parked the car. "Okay, you going to—" Sam leaned over and planted a light peck on G's lips. "Damn."
"More where that came from."
They exited the car and Sam took a duffle bag from the trunk.
"You sure did plan this."
"Yep." He hoisted it over his shoulder, grasped G's hand, and guided him toward their room. After riding an elevator to the top floor, they walked out onto a floor with only two rooms.
"Which bank did you rob?"
"My savings account and my piggy bank." He unlocked the door to the Presidential Suite.
G's jaw dropped when he entered the suite. "Okay, what's the occasion?"
"You," Sam said, "and your birthday."
"How sweet."
"Was that a sarcastic slur?"
"Nope, I meant it," G said. "Nobody's ever celebrated my birthday."
"I know and it's about time," Sam said. "This is one of the reason's Deeks messed up on the ops the other day."
"What?"
"He was helping me arrange for your birthday present and he donated money to the cause," Sam said. "He was up late Wednesday night confirming the arrangements."
"And you let me spank him?"
"He loves it."
"I was beginning to think so too."
"Happy Birthday G." Sam released the duffle bag and placed it on a coffee table. "Let me show you to our room." He lifted his partner into his arms. G gasped. "Shocking?"
"I didn't think you could lift me up."
Sam brought him into the bedroom and set him on the bed. "Stand up." He proceeded to remove G's clothes. G started to unbutton Sam's shirt. "No, stop."
"Why?"
"You're mine and I'm taking control."
"Bossy."
"Absolutely." Sam continued to undress G. He removed his jacket and placed it on the bed. Next he unbuttoned his shirt. "Turn around."
"Why?"
"Just do it, man." G turned around and Sam brought the dress shirt behind him, using it to restrain G's arms behind him.
G tested the newly formed restraints. "Take it off, Sam." His palms started to sweat and his breaths came in staccato pants.
"What?"
"Remove it."
"You liked it last time."
He pursed his lips, holding back what he wanted to say. Sam flipped him around and forced him down onto the bed on his back. "Hurts."
"You're full of bull today, G."
"No, let me go." His eyes filled with tears.
"What's going—"
"Just do it and don't ask any more damned questions."
"Won't work with me, G, and you know it," Sam said. "Tell me what's going on."
"Screw you!" G spat at him.
"What the hell was that about?" Sam flipped him over onto his stomach and laid down next to him.
"I told you to do something," he said. "And you weren't listening to me."
"And you spit at me?"
"Damn, what else do I have to use to emphasize my point?"
"Tell me why you need your restraints removed."
"Screw you, Sam, screw you!" He gritted his teeth.
"You really are angry with me."
"Yeah, I am."
Sam removed G's shirt and pulled his partner on top of him. "I'm sorry."
"Me too." He buried his face in Sam's chest.
"Tell me what happened," Sam said. "You liked it last time."
"No."
"What?"
"I tolerated it last time."
"And the first time?"
"I zoned out."
"Define zoned out."
"Dissociation and numbness."
"And this time, I saw it, you had a panic attack."
"Yeah, I did."
"And last time, what were you feeling?"
"I wanted to run away and never come back."
"But?"
"I couldn't tell you."
"You wouldn't tell me."
"Okay, I wasn't willing to cause a ruckus over my dislike for something."
"A ruckus?" Sam asked. "Is that another word encouraged by Marty?"
"Yeah, a ruckus," G said. "No, my own word."
"You wanted to keep the peace?"
"Yeah, something like that, because… damn it, I love you."
"Did someone do that to you?" G slid off Sam and off the bed, grabbed his shirt, and started dressing. "Come on, man, talk to me."
"I'm leaving."
"G, damn it, don't do this." He climbed off the bed and followed him out into the foyer. Sam blocked his lover's exit from the hotel suite. "You're not leaving until we hash this out."
"You want me to call the cops and tell them you're holding me prisoner in a hotel room?"
"We are the cops, G."
"No, the Carlsbad Police Department."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, let me go, now." G eyed the door, but refused to glance at Sam. He watched as he partner stepped aside.
"If you change your mind, I'm here."
"I won't be changing my mind, Sam." He strode out the door, not looking back.
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