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G and Sam Bash

Chapter 3

Sam contacted Eric at OPS and asked him to track the GPS on G's phone. He told Eric to keep it discreet for now and hoped together they'd find G before went did something rash. Sam's cell phone vibrated. "Eric, what do you have for me?"

"He's on the beach in Carlsbad," he said. "I sent his location to your cell phone. Hoping for the best."

"Thanks, Eric, and not a word of this to Hetty."

"Too late for that, Mr. Hanna."

"Damn." He swallowed hard, knowing what he'd hear next.

"I want to know what the hell you're doing in Carlsbad."

"I… trying to celebrate G's birthday." He rarely stumbled over his words, but a confrontation with Hetty about his relationship with G made him nervous. Sam's normal laid back and easy demeanor cracked.

"Is that so?" Hetty said. "And on my time?"

"We already did our duty, Hetty."

"I'm well aware of your duty, as you so lightly put it, Mr. Hanna."

"Sorry, Hetty, that's not how I meant it to come out." He didn't care for the curt tone to her voice, yet he deserved every word she said.

"But that is precisely how it did," she said. "I also clocked your car going over the speed limit."

"Yes, Hetty, I was speeding," he said. "I'll pay for any speeding tickets."

"Find him and you'd better hope he's not harmed."

"We had a harmless spat."

"Harmless?"

"Okay, maybe not completely harmless." Sam stumbled over his words.

"When you return from Carlsbad Mr. Hanna, you and I will have a lengthy discussion about your relationship with Mr. Callen," she said, her tone harsh. "I've known for quite sometime if that's what you wanted to know. Tread lightly, Sam. He's had a volatile childhood due to circumstances beyond his control." Hetty ended with a softer tone.

"I know and I need to go find him." He didn't look forward to one of Hetty's lengthy discussions. And one on NCIS's regulations about workplace relationships forebode a harrowing outcome.

"Go. Now."

# # #

Sam drove to the parking lot at Carlsbad Beach and parked. So much for keeping their relationship under wraps. Hetty knew. As always, she knew even the most intimate details of their lives. He wondered how she found out. It was obvious that being discreet around her wasn't enough. Maybe she had contacted G when he had slept over at his house. Damn. He exited his car and strode toward a man sitting alone on the beach. Sam sat next G and didn't speak.

"Eric find me?" G said after about five minutes.

"Yeah."

"Just go, Sam, I don't want to talk."

"Hetty knows about us."

"What?" G faced him. "You told her?"

"Hell no, she figured it out on her own."

"Great, just great." G faced the ocean again.

"I'm not leaving and we don't have to talk about anything."

"Right, I know you better than that."

"I have orders from Hetty to tread lightly."

"And you'll follow them?" G said. "I seriously doubt that."

"I love you, man, and I'm not willing to give up on us," Sam said. "When you want to talk, I'm here for you."

G stood up and hiked back toward the parking lot. Sam caught up with him, matching him stride for stride. G removed his cell phone and called a cab.

"I can take you—"

"Don't bother asshole!"

"Asshole?" Sam stared at him. "I don't deserve that."

"Yeah, you do," G said. "Here I thought I was going to have this great birthday with you and damn if you didn't fuck it up." He turned away from Sam and hurried toward the pickup spot for his cab.

Sam dashed after him, coming along side his partner again. "Let me at least give you a ride."

"I got a ride."

"Damn it, G." Sam stopped and grasped his partner's shoulders, forcing him to face him. "For once, stop being so damned stubborn."

"You call me stubborn?" G asked. "You the one who insisted on tying my arms behind my back. You never once asked me if I liked it. Screw you! You always need to have your way. You have to drive my car. You have to drive your car. You—"

Sam pulled G hard into his body, cupped his face in his hands, and kissed him hard. "You told me you liked being manhandled." He hugged him. "Was that a lie?"

"Um, no, just no, damn, can't talk about this."

"Then let's not talk about it," he said. "Let's go back to the spa and get massages and relax."

"A massage?"

"Yeah, got one lined up for you and me."

"Two masseurs?"

"Yep, shall we."

G sighed. "Okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah, quick before I change my mind." Sam lifted him into his arms and carried him to the car. "Sam!"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have to?" he said. "Someone's gonna see."

"Who cares?" He set his partner on his feet by the driver's side door. "Your turn to drive."

"Really?" His jaw dropped.

"Yeah, get in quick before I change my mind." Sam winked at him.

G slid into the driver's seat. "This is the first time I've driven your car."

"Just keep it on the road and try not to get any tickets."

"I think I can do that." G revved the engine just as his partner was sitting down in the passenger's seat. Sam shot him a dirty look. "Payback is a bitch."

"I should've never let you behind the wheel." Sam closed his door and smiled. G backed out of the parking space, making the tires squeal. "You're messing with fire, man."

"Yep, as I said, payback is a bitch." He raced to the light, coming to a hard stop when it turned red.

"I guess I'll need knew brakes after you're finished driving my car."

"Pity," G said, "and a neck brace for your whiplash?" He cracked a wry smile at him. The light turned green and G raced through the intersection, turning left at a higher speed than safe. The car fishtailed and he got it under control in less than a minute.

"One more time, G, and I'll pull my gun out and force you to the curb."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that, big guy."

"Pushing me, man?"

"I'm paying you back for a crappy birthday so far."

"Watch how you pay me back, because it could come back to haunt you." Sam winked at him.

G pulled up to the next light, making a hard right turn and racing toward their destination. Sam removed his gun from the glove box and tapped it on his leg. "Is that the subtle hint?" He asked. "Is there a higher meaning to that subtle hint?"

"Yep, the subtle hint, I'm ripping you a new one on the next wicked move you make with my car."

"Ooh, big guy sounds angry."

"Try it and find out, G."

He came up to the next light as it was turning yellow and raced through the intersection.

"Pull over," Sam said, his voice gruffer than usual.

"And if I don't?"

"You goading me, G?"

"Yeah, seeing how far you'll take this."

Sam shoved his gun back in the glove box. He released their seat belts and unbuckled the belt on G's pants.

"You're not playing fair," G said, squirmed in his seat, getting more aroused as his partner took control.

Sam slid the zipper down on G's pants and shoved his hand down the back of his pants.

"Fuck!"

"Yeah, man, very soon." He slid his other hand down the front of G's pants.

"I can't drive like this Sam." He gasped. "You're gonna make me have an accident."

"I know, that's the whole idea," Sam said. "Pull over."

G pulled over to the curb, turned off the ignition, faced Sam, wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, and drew him closer until their lips touched. "Damn, I want you."

"Ready to get out of the car?" Sam removed his hands from G's pants, cupped his partner's face with his hands, and gave him a sloppy, wet kiss. He slipped a hand down the back of his lover's pants again and squeezed his buttocks.

"Please…"

"Tell me what you want."

"Make love to me, Sam."

"Here?"

"Any traffic cams?"

"Plenty."

"Yes."

"What?" Sam asked, his brow lifting upward. He removed his hand and sat back.

"Hetty knows so let's give her a show."

"Are you an exhibitionist now?"

"No, getting back at her for not telling us she knew."

"More like you're angry with her and me, and you want to punish us."

G lay his head back against the headrest and sighed. "Yeah, I am."

"Let's go make love in a private place."

"Where's the fun in that?"

"In the tub?"

"There's a tub?"

"Yeah, an oversized, two person tub." G exited the Challenger and changed places with Sam. "This is better." Sam slid into the driver's seat and revved the engine at the same moment G sat down.

He shot him a look.

"Yep, payback is a bitch," Sam said, winking at him.

"You love doing that to me."

"Yep, I get a better reaction from you than you get from me."

"Yeah, sucks, I jump and give you a look, and you just give me a dirty look."

"Yep."

"Damn." G buckled his seatbelt. "You really know how to screw me over."

"Yeah, I do and in more ways than one." Sam slid his hand inside G's still unzipped pants and cupped his cock head in his hand, brushing it with his thumb.

"Sam, please…" G pressed his cock into his partner's hand.

"Soon, very soon." Sam removed his hand and drove the few more minutes to the spa.

# # #

Sam and G smooched on the bed for thirty minutes before undressing and dressing in their bathrobes. "Ready for a professional massage?"

"Actually, I was hoping we could keep going where we left off."

"I can call the masseurs and have them return later." He dialed the desk and rearranged their massages. "Your birthday, you decide what we do."

"I like that." G removed his robe and laid on the bed. "Make love to me."

Sam removed his robe and laid on the bed next to him, stroking his lover's face. "Remember the first time we made love."

"Yeah, I kissed you first." They were watching a basketball game on television at Sam's place. It was a hot summer night and they had stripped down to their boxers and T-shirts to get more comfortable. G inched closer to Sam, testing how close he could sit next to him before he moved. When Sam didn't move, G leaned in and snuck the killer kiss.

"Yeah, you did," Sam said, "and I didn't know it was coming."

"And if I had warned you?"

"I still would've taken control."

"That's when I knew I liked you taking control in the relationship."

"Ah, I see," Sam said, "I laid you down on the sofa and we smooched for almost an hour. And then I asked you the question."

"And I sat up and removed your white, muscle T-shirt."

"Your favorite one."

"Yeah, still my favorite one, accentuates your muscles."

"I could put it on right now."

"You brought it?" G asked.

"Yeah, to entice you."

"You're wicked."

"Yeah, love to tease you."

"Put it on."

Sam slid off the bed, unzipped the duffle bag, and put on his muscle T-shirt.

"I like the view from here," G said, propping his head up with an arm. "Nice ass."

"That's three, man."

"What are you gonna do with me, big guy?"

"Dunk you head first in the hot tub." Sam straightened and laid next to his partner on the bed.

"There's a hot tub?" G asked. "And how come weren't not in it?"

"We've got all weekend." He wrestled G into his arms and drew him into his side. "Now where were we?"

"Getting ready to make out."

"Make out?" Sam laughed. "You a teenager?"

"Feel like it at times when I am with you."

"I know what you mean." He nuzzled G's neck and sucked on his ear lobe.

G gasped. "Feels good." He rolled over to face Sam and backed away to ogle the white, muscle T-shirt. "I love the way your muscles pop out in this shirt." He stroked Sam's chest and neck with a feather touch and kissed the biceps area on his right arm.

"You love worshipping my muscles?"

"Yeah, they've saved my ass more than once." G winked at him. "I've tried to get muscles like these, but nothing helps."

"Maybe you need more testosterone." Sam winked at him.

"Now that was below the belt."

"You're damned right it was," he said. "I know two ways you can get more and they are calorie free. Shall we try?"

"Damn, you're wicked to me when you're horny." G smiled.

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