Fill: The Other MankirashaJuly 3 2011, 00:41:40 UTC
This is why "the team" and "whatever" are a bad combination.
"How is it the four of us go undercover and I get Kensi throwing a purse, a vase, and several chotchkies at my head, while you get Callen plastered to you like an old playbill on the wall of the Pantages?" When his question was met with silence, Marty filled that silence with more of his own commentary. "He left a hickey on purpose, didn't he? That is so like him. Explain to me again why you felt the need to tell your partner? Because, I gotta tell ya, his oh-so-not-subtle teasing? So not awesome."
Again, there was silence.
"You're not even listening to me, are you? You've blocked every word I'm saying. I see how it is. Go out. Get a hickey from your partner who you have eye sex with across the bullpen all the time. Get shot at -- and saved by me, I might add. And, then ignore the man who saved your life. No, that's okay."
When there was still silence as his only response, Marty huffed irritably at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror. "I'm just talking to myself, aren't I? I'll bet, when I get out there, you're not even there."
Two strong arms wrapping around him from behind had Marty nearly jumping out of his skin. How did he do that? Marty was even looking at the mirror and still didn't see him approach. "Okay, that might be a little awesome," he added, tilting his head forward and to the side as kisses were trailed hot and wet along his neck.
"I told G because he's my partner." Sam's voice, all low and smooth in his ear had this strange affect of making Marty's knees go watery, like when he just missed the rhythm of a wave and had to bend to compensate. "And he's the one person I'd trust to look after you if anything happened to me."
"I don't need looking after." In the mirror, he saw Sam raise an eyebrow. "I don't," he insisted. But, that only earned him one of those indulgent little smirks Marty knew meant Sam was trying not to laugh at him. He also secretly thought it was Sam's way of remaining Mr. Tough SEAL and not admiting he found Marty's antics adorable. Marty didn't mind being adorable. He was good at adorable. He'd rather be dangerous, sexy. But, he could do adorable...if Sam was the sort of man who'd ever say the word. "No respect."
"You want respect?"
For a big man, Sam moved really fast, Marty thought as he found himself suddenly turned around so the hard edge of the sink dug into his butt. But, that was okay with Marty as it meant the hard edges of one Sam Hanna were pressed up against him from the front. It made it hard to think, all surrounded by heat and muscle like that. But, Marty didn't need to think to keep babbling. "Yeah. I want respect. I think I've earned a little respect from your partner instead of jokes and gag gifts. I mean, not a lot of respect. He's Secret Agent Man and all that and that's cool, man. But, seriously? What kind of gift was that? Hm? Sa-?"
Really not fair.
At least, that's what Marty would have been thinking if his train of thought hadn't been totally derailed by Sam deciding the best way to get him to shut up was to give his mouth something else to do. Marty could argue, he supposed; it was much better to just go along with it, especially when Sam's hands were on his hips and leaning in until Marty was bent backwards over the sink just enough that he needed to grab onto Sam's hips as well to keep his balance.
Sam shifted just slightly and Marty groaned. Much better.
Re: Fill: The Other MankirashaJuly 3 2011, 00:42:02 UTC
"Stop obsessing over him."
Marty wasn't sure when he'd closed his eyes, but opening them at Sam's words murmured against his lips Marty found himself staring up into an expression so soft it took him by surprise every time he saw it.
"G Callen is not the center of the world. He's definitely not the center of my world." Sam brushed the back of his knuckles over Marty's cheek. "G is my partner, my friend. But, you're the one I'm spending the rest of my life with, Marty. You don't have to keep competing with him. It was never a competition, anyway."
Sighing, Marty opened his mouth to respond, but Sam was one step ahead of him and employed the same method of shutting him up he'd just used to prevent Marty saying anything more. He should probably complain, but, really, kissing Sam? So not a hardship. He might even have started talking more just to make his lover stop him more often.
"But, still. Sam. That gift?"
"What about it?" Sam asked with a chuckle.
"What about it?" Marty just stared. "What about it? Sam! He bought us matching cock rings for a 'married in secret' wedding gift!"
Re: Fill: The Other MankirashaJuly 3 2011, 06:54:00 UTC
Thank you!
*chuckle* Deeks is just proving he's got what it takes to be a good detective. If Sam kisses him to make him shut up, clearly talking non-stop is a good way to get Sam to kiss him. :-D
"How is it the four of us go undercover and I get Kensi throwing a purse, a vase, and several chotchkies at my head, while you get Callen plastered to you like an old playbill on the wall of the Pantages?" When his question was met with silence, Marty filled that silence with more of his own commentary. "He left a hickey on purpose, didn't he? That is so like him. Explain to me again why you felt the need to tell your partner? Because, I gotta tell ya, his oh-so-not-subtle teasing? So not awesome."
Again, there was silence.
"You're not even listening to me, are you? You've blocked every word I'm saying. I see how it is. Go out. Get a hickey from your partner who you have eye sex with across the bullpen all the time. Get shot at -- and saved by me, I might add. And, then ignore the man who saved your life. No, that's okay."
When there was still silence as his only response, Marty huffed irritably at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror. "I'm just talking to myself, aren't I? I'll bet, when I get out there, you're not even there."
Two strong arms wrapping around him from behind had Marty nearly jumping out of his skin. How did he do that? Marty was even looking at the mirror and still didn't see him approach. "Okay, that might be a little awesome," he added, tilting his head forward and to the side as kisses were trailed hot and wet along his neck.
"I told G because he's my partner." Sam's voice, all low and smooth in his ear had this strange affect of making Marty's knees go watery, like when he just missed the rhythm of a wave and had to bend to compensate. "And he's the one person I'd trust to look after you if anything happened to me."
"I don't need looking after." In the mirror, he saw Sam raise an eyebrow. "I don't," he insisted. But, that only earned him one of those indulgent little smirks Marty knew meant Sam was trying not to laugh at him. He also secretly thought it was Sam's way of remaining Mr. Tough SEAL and not admiting he found Marty's antics adorable. Marty didn't mind being adorable. He was good at adorable. He'd rather be dangerous, sexy. But, he could do adorable...if Sam was the sort of man who'd ever say the word. "No respect."
"You want respect?"
For a big man, Sam moved really fast, Marty thought as he found himself suddenly turned around so the hard edge of the sink dug into his butt. But, that was okay with Marty as it meant the hard edges of one Sam Hanna were pressed up against him from the front. It made it hard to think, all surrounded by heat and muscle like that. But, Marty didn't need to think to keep babbling. "Yeah. I want respect. I think I've earned a little respect from your partner instead of jokes and gag gifts. I mean, not a lot of respect. He's Secret Agent Man and all that and that's cool, man. But, seriously? What kind of gift was that? Hm? Sa-?"
Really not fair.
At least, that's what Marty would have been thinking if his train of thought hadn't been totally derailed by Sam deciding the best way to get him to shut up was to give his mouth something else to do. Marty could argue, he supposed; it was much better to just go along with it, especially when Sam's hands were on his hips and leaning in until Marty was bent backwards over the sink just enough that he needed to grab onto Sam's hips as well to keep his balance.
Sam shifted just slightly and Marty groaned. Much better.
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"Stop obsessing over him."
Marty wasn't sure when he'd closed his eyes, but opening them at Sam's words murmured against his lips Marty found himself staring up into an expression so soft it took him by surprise every time he saw it.
"G Callen is not the center of the world. He's definitely not the center of my world." Sam brushed the back of his knuckles over Marty's cheek. "G is my partner, my friend. But, you're the one I'm spending the rest of my life with, Marty. You don't have to keep competing with him. It was never a competition, anyway."
Sighing, Marty opened his mouth to respond, but Sam was one step ahead of him and employed the same method of shutting him up he'd just used to prevent Marty saying anything more. He should probably complain, but, really, kissing Sam? So not a hardship. He might even have started talking more just to make his lover stop him more often.
"But, still. Sam. That gift?"
"What about it?" Sam asked with a chuckle.
"What about it?" Marty just stared. "What about it? Sam! He bought us matching cock rings for a 'married in secret' wedding gift!"
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*chuckle* Deeks is just proving he's got what it takes to be a good detective. If Sam kisses him to make him shut up, clearly talking non-stop is a good way to get Sam to kiss him. :-D
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