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Chapter 3
Deeks woke the following morning after his second hot encounter with Eric and Callen, he was pleased he finally got a piece of that firm chunky arse that he had only just recently noticed. Callen, the strong, masculine, straight work mate he had known for the last five years had taken Deeks' 9.5 inch cock up his arse and seemed to enjoy it.
Eric the ever faithful office clown had turned out to be an expert cock sucker, and one hell of an accommodating bottom. Things couldn't be better for Deeks as he was now exploring this whole new lifestyle that had become exposed to him.
Slipping out of bed and walking his near perfect naked frame over to the bathroom he switched on the shower and stood soaping himself up, cleaning his torso, his washboard abs and firm legs, not forgetting his semi hard thick cock and ass. He was wondering what scenario would next unfold, would Callen be so willing to get fucked again? would he take one from Callen himself? would Eric want a spit roasting? all these thoughts had him grinning and growing hard.
Finishing his shower he dressed, tight T shirt, Pink Aussie Bum hipsters, low hung jeans and trainers. Grabbing his keys and coat, off he went back to NCIS HQ.
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The atmosphere was different, it hit him like a slab of concrete, the office felt clinical, awkward and uncomfortable.
Deeks sat at his desk and watched Eric walk by, he shouted over a friendly good morning, and Eric's reply was short and swift. Eric didn't even look up from his tablet. Callen arrived and just sat at his desk beavering away on his laptop.
"Morning" Deeks spoke with a smile
"Yeah it is" replied Callen.
"You ok?" he asked, trying to gage something from his mate.
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be" replied Callen.
"I mean, you know, like yesterday, you sure your ok" Deeks muttered nervously.
Callen looked up and stared right at Deeks eyes locked and fixed "I said I'm fine" he replied with effort and force.
Deeks was stunned, this time yesterday they were up in Ops sucking rimming, kissing and fucking, now it was as if Deeks was being told off, it was like it didn't happen at all. Had Deeks screwed things up by making Callen take his cock? had the first instance been solely down to drink? Deeks was worried.
The day at HQ went by with the usual shoot out, interrogation, catching the bad guys and saving LA from the latest plot to blow it up.
Nothing was said or mentioned and as much as Deeks was being his usual friendly cheery self, Callen was back to his usual closed, dark, unemotional self.
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Sitting in the bar they usually frequent after work Deeks is sat alone, nursing a bottle of beer, and pondering on the last 72 hours. What had he done? why was today so different? His phone buzzed, and he flicked it open. It was a message.
"Boat house, we need to talk"
Deeks knew he had to go.
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Entering their familiar interview room Deeks was alone, the room was empty, and also dark. He checked around the office area and still no one was there. He wondered what the hell was going on, then he heard footsteps. Spinning round he saw him, Callen walking over towards the interview room.
Deeks slowly followed, and when arriving Callen had pulled out a chair and offered it to Deeks.
"what the hell is all the shit about Callen, why all the silent treatment" Deeks spoke with frustration.
"Yesterday, you....you" Callen couldn't finish it.
"I fucked you, yes, I stuck my cock up your arse, say it Callen, its not that bad when you say it, and don't forget 24 hours prior to that you fucked me remember" Deeks getting more confident.
"Yes you fucked me, and yes I fucked you, but that's not how it was meant to be, I mean Eric and I were fine when it was just the two of us, him giving me head and me fucking his arse, that little set up was perfect, then you....you got involved and I" Callen was cut short.
"Wait a second here, you were the ones who came over to my place, you were the ones who stripped off in my apartment, you were the ones who told me all about your so called little set up, and you were the ones who involved me, I never asked for this, I never instigated this, I never even had an idea about you and Eric so don't you dare start blaming me about all this" Deeks raised from the chair.
Callen just looks up from the desk and stares at Deeks, who is just fuming with rage, his eyes lock again and suddenly he launches himself over the table and slams Deeks hard against the wall. Furiously he locks lips and starts kissing Deeks, jabbing his tongue inside his mouth, raw passion spilling from his mouth as his oral onslaught on Deeks' mouth begins.
Deeks in total shock just reciprocates the kiss, tonguing and lip locking Callen, hands grabbing each others heads and holding them firmly as their tongues collide, moaning and panting and grunting as the electricity builds inside them both.
Deeks uses all the energy he has to just push Callen back off him, "wait a second, what the hell was that"
"I want you Deeks, I want just you, here and now" Callen says determined.
"What the fuck, hang on, this morning, you were a proper bastard to me, you cold shouldered me all day, Eric ignored me, and totally blanked me, and now your standing here like a man possessed telling me you want to fuck me again, I just don't get it Callen, you could have had me easily, you could have sent me a text saying Hi or lets meet or how's it going, but you decided to be a fuck head and leave me feeling like shit" Deeks heads towards the door ready to leave.
Callen grabs Deeks' arm to stop him from leaving, "We had a fight, Eric and I, last night back at my place. After we fooled around that morning, Eric got talking about you fucking me, he told me he was upset that I never let him fuck me, and was angry that I had let you do it. He was mad at me cos I promised him my cherry when I was ready to give up my arse, and in the end you took it. We rowed and he stormed out. I just lay there thinking about you, and how you fucking me was amazing, and how when I fucked you it seemed so right, more than what me and Eric had. Then me and Eric spoke this morning and we agreed to take a break, that's why he was so shitty with you this morning, I had to be stern and arsy with you cos I knew he would be watching us this morning on the camera. I'm sorry, but I can't help how I feel about you Deeks. I want you again, so badly, I need you"
This time it is Deeks who moves towards Callen, he lifts up Callen's chin and places a soft longing kiss against Callen's lips.
"I want you to buddy, I want you to" Deeks says softly.
Slowly and sensually they start to kiss again, and this time taking off each others clothing, Deeks unbuttons Callen's shirt and Callen lifts off Deeks' T shirt, Callen goes for the right nipple first, and gently starts to bite it, Deeks begins to moan, he feels Callen's lips travel down his stomach, Callen drops to his knees and grabs hold of the button on Deeks' jeans, he pops open the button and the others pop open soon after, the throbbing hard cock inside his pink hipsters becomes visible and Callen looks up with a smile.
Down slide Deeks' jeans and Callen hooks his thumbs into the waistband and slides them down also, Deeks; impressive swollen cock springs free. in seconds Callen wraps his fist round the shaft and starts to suck on Deeks' big cock. Bobbing up and down, twisting his lips over the cockhead and round the shaft, Deeks leans back and steadies himself on the desk and just enjoys the sensation being given off from Callen's oral skills.
Callen starts to tease Deeks' balls with his tongue taking each big plum in my mouth and sucking on them before plopping them out and moving to the other one, Deeks shifts up onto the table and starts to grind his hips and arch his back as he is loving the blow job he is getting. Callen slips a finger under the ball sack and begins to tease Deeks' hole. The room is filled with a soft groan as in slides Callen's digit and the anal probing starts.
Deeks is in ecstasy enjoying the sensation of his arse being fingered and his cock being sucked. Callen stands and pulls off the remainder of his shirt and reaches for his belt. Deeks tilts his head up to watch his buddy stripping. Off comes the belt, the buttons pop open, and down go Callen's jeans. The bulging contents of his black CK briefs are a sign of the enjoyment Callen had from sucking on Deeks' cock before.
He slips down his CKs and Deeks knows to just lift his legs. Callen spits on his fingers and rubs his saliva all over Deeks' hole, edges Deeks up the table, climbs onto it, and presses his cockhead firmly against Deeks' opening. Deeks arches his back again and relaxes his arse, Callen thrusts forward and in pops his cock head. The groan that escapes from Deeks' mouth fills the room again, inch by inch Callen starts to push his 9 inch cock inside.
Soon they are in unison with each other, Callen begins his thrusting and Deeks begins his moaning, hearing the thighs slap bare skinned against each other, Deeks holding onto the table as Callen drives his powerful cock deep into Deeks. The fucking is intense and the look of pure passion in each of their faces is heavenly.
"you want this don't ya" Callen says
"More that you ever know" Deeks replies with a smile.
In and out they thrust, the table edging itself over the floor, Deeks enjoying the pounding his arse is taking and Callen enjoying the power he has over his blonde stud.
Callen slides out of Deeks' hole ending the fuck they just enjoyed. He stands up and straddles Deeks chest, he begins to wank furiously on his meaty cock and drops to his knees grunting and panting. Deeks just looks up and the powerful frame above him sitting on his chest, he reaches up and cups Callen's balls. and starts to massage them.
Callen's breath gets shorter and quicker, Deeks can sense he is ready to blow his load, he prepares his mouth and opens wide, Callen thrusts his thick tool inside the waiting lips of Deeks and just explodes his load.
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, shitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt" Callen groans
Jet after jet after jet of hot thick salty cum just shoots inside Deeks' mouth, he struggles to contain it all but swallows as much as he can, some dribbles down the side of his lps but most stays inside his mouth. Deeks pushes at Callen to get up so he can sit up and take a breath.
"Holy shit man, that was intense" Deeks speaks getting his breath back, panting.
"Ummmm yeah it was wasn't it" Callen says as he grins pleased with himself, standing naked next to the table with his cock semi hard and dripping cum.
Callen's eyes dart down to Deeks' throbbing cock, he swallows hard, takes a deep intake of breath and walks over to the table.
He grips the side of the table with his hands, and bends over ever so slightly, reluctantly, but willingly.
Deeks watches as his mate prepares himself....the grin is from ear to ear.
"What do you want me to do mate" Deeks asks.
Over the intercom a voice is heard, it is that of Eric, "fuck him" he says
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