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So here is the next chapter, I hope you like it. I will probably go back to weekly updates after this, as I want to get couple of my other stories finished. The reason for this is I have another idea for a Callen/Deeks story that I am feeling the need to write. So watch this space for that one.
Anyway on with the story. Enjoy.
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Callen was pacing around his livingroom with his phone in hand. Waiting for the call from the man he loved, the call he hoped would come telling him that everything was going to be alright. That he had done enough to get Marty back in his arms. But it hadn't come, and it was past time that it should have done. He was started to despair that maybe he needed to do more. Because if he did, he wasn't sure what more he could give.
He stopped walking and once more checked his phone. To make sure it was on and he hadn't somehow missed the call, but he was greeted with the blank screen, just as he had been a minute ago when he had last looked. He was toying with the idea of saying to hell with it and calling Marty himself, but something stopped him. The same something that made him think that maybe the note had not been enough.
He was pulled from his thoughts and worries by a knock at the door making him frown. He bet it was Sam, deciding to take him out for a drink and get him to talk. But right now really wasn't a good time. Therefore he wrenched open the door with the words he wasn't interested on his lips to give to his partner. But the man standing on his doorstep was not Sam. In no way could he ever be mistaken for Sam.
"Marty." He breathed not sure if that by thinking about the guy he had somehow conjured him up. Because how was he here? At his house? Marty didn't know where he lived. In fact very few people actually knew this address.
"Hey G. You gonna let me in?" Deeks asked when all Callen did was stand there and stare at him. It made him feel good that he could put that look of surprise on the older man's face. Not to mention he faint spark of hope he could see in his eyes. He really wanted to do was grab the other man and pull him towards him, but he didn't. They needed to talk first.
"Yeah. Want a beer?" Callen asked stepping out of the way so Deeks could walk through the door. Though the sight that greeted him made his eyebrows raise. In was an empty room. G lived like this? Why?
"Sure." Deeks responded to G's question about a beer, thinking they both might need some sort of Dutch courage for the conversation to come.
And while Callen made his way to the kitchen Deeks looked around the room, noting the single chair and lamp, and the tin on the mantel. It was obvious from the placement and the fact that there was nothing else in the place, that whatever was in that tin was important to G. But he wouldn't pry. G would share his secrets when he was ready. Right now he was there to try and fix what had gone wrong between them.
"Here." Callen said when he returned and handed Marty a beer, wondering what was going to happen now.
"I love what you've not done with the place." Deeks replied in a conversational tone. Now he was here, facing G again he wasn't sure what to say. How to react after reading the note. He wished that he could just fall into G's arms, but the other man seemed guarded, and Deeks had no idea how to break down that wall he used to have such an easy access behind.
"Why are you here?" Callen asked instead of saying anything in response to the comment on his lack of well anything. Marty wasn't here to talk about his interior-decorating he knew that much. What else was to come, he had no idea.
"I read your note." Deeks replied turning and staring into G's eyes, and the four feet between them seemed to disappear as he looked into those blue orbs which said so much more than the man himself ever could. They told Deeks without question that every word G had written had been the truth.
"And?" Callen asked in a whisper, not sure if Marty was here to tell him that it didn't work, or if he was there to say he wanted to give them another chance. Oh god he hoped it was the latter.
"Okay." Deeks responded simply causing Callen to frown.
"Okay?" He asked not sure what that meant. Did it mean that Marty was going to give them another chance?
"I love you G, and I now know you love me." Deeks replied simply taking the beer from Callen's hand and placing it on the floor with his own before straightening so he could fame the older man's face with his hands and pull him towards him for a kiss.
It started gentle, with Callen still coming to terms with the fact that it had worked, but as soon as he did a raging passion ignited inside him pushing it way out of his lips so he devoured the man kissing him. Callen wrapped his hair in Marty's hair and held on tight as he took control of the kiss, tilting both their heads for maximum access and enjoyment.
When Deeks felt Callen response he matched his passion and fire with everything he had, backing him against the wall as they fought for dominance as they always did when they kissed like this. Never giving an inch, taking what they wanted, and in return gaining everything they both needed from each other.
When they finally parted breathing deeply they both only had one thing on their mind.
"You got a bedroom in this place?" Deeks asked as he started to kiss his way down G's neck, sucking on the base of his throat and therefore leaving G in no doubt that they were both on the same page of what would happen next.
"Yeah, no bed though." Callen replied pushing Marty away from him and taking his hand so he could lead him to his room and the bedroll on the floor. Once there they quickly discarded their clothing, before lying down and experiencing the joys of make-up sex.
Afterwards they lay, like they always did, with Marty's head resting on G's chest so he could hear his heartbeat, his fingers making patterns on G's skin, while the other ran his fingers through his hair.
Finally Deeks spoke. "You know, I'm not sleeping here. My back will not take kindly to the idea of sleeping on the floor. You really need a bed G."
"Fine. What are you doing at the weekend?" Callen asked smiling down at the fluffy hair which was all he could see of the younger man's head.
"Spending it with my boyfriend, who loves me?" Deeks replied turning to smirk up at G as he said the words making the other man chuckle.
"Want to come bed shopping with me then?" Callen asked causally though he could feel the grin appearing on his face at the idea of them choosing furniture together. It would make it their bed, not just his.
"Damn straight. You need to get an orthopaedic mattress." Deeks responded with a nod as he cracked his neck. How did G sleep on the floor? Why did G sleep on the floor? They were questions he didn't have answers for, not yet at least. But he would get them, eventually. One day he would know everything there was to know about G Callen, the man he loved who loved him back.
"Whatever you say." Callen replied with a nod. Marty could have any bed he wanted, any mattress and anything else for that matter.
"That's what I like to hear. But for now, we are going back to my place." Deeks stated pulling himself out of G's arms and standing, giving the other man a wonderful view of his naked body.
So wonderful in fact that at first Callen didn't move. Not until Marty started to put on his clothes did he roll over to sit and get dressed himself. It was time to return to Marty's home, to Monty and to his own home as well.
When they returned to Deeks apartment they were both greeted joyously by Monty, who refused to let them move from the entrance way until they had given him a proper greeting, especially Callen who he hadn't seen for two days. But once they were allowed into the apartment they made their way to the couch and sat down as they always did, enjoying being back together again.
When it came time to go to bed, they both felt as if they had finally come home when they settled down, with Marty on G's chest. And both of them closed their eyes and had the best nights slept they had had since they had parted.
Marty woke the next morning feeling the movement of his pillow and the warmth of the body next to him and smiled to himself that he finally had G back. It was then that he felt something on his forehead. He tried to knock it off, thinking maybe G was stroking him there or something. But instead he found that it was a post-it note. What the hell? Pulling it off of his skin he moved his head so he could read what was written on it. When he saw the words 'I love you', written in G's hand he couldn't help but smile, though he made sure to turn it into a frown when he looked at the amused blues eyes of the man he was once more lying on in his bed. Oh yes this was definitely where they should both be.
"What's this G?" He asked attempting to be grumpy but knowing he was failing miserably.
"I just wanted to make sure you didn't forget." Callen replied with a smirk at how adorable Marty looked right then. He had decided during the night that he would never let Marty forget the feelings he had for him. And while he might not be able to say the words, he sure as hell could write them. So he would, every chance he got.
And so started a strange new ritual between the two men. During the night while Marty sleep, G would place a post-it with his feelings written across it somewhere in the apartment for Marty to find the next morning. It was his way of telling his man he loved him every day as Marty did with the spoken word.
Deeks really couldn't fault it. In fact the post it notes soon found their way into his lock box with the cloth G had brought him back from Afghanistan, though the original note he had written him joined the other one he had hidden in his badge. Where it was always close and he would never lose it.