Fic: Life For Rent ch. 29; Callen/Jared

[race_the_ace]

Life For Rent
Chapter 29 : Chapter One
Author’s Notes :
- Spoilers for S1E23 & S1E24.  (Let’s just say this was a very confusing two episodes on what Callen’s life is like when he’s outside of NCIS, so I just interpreted them however I wanted. =)
- Title from Chapter One which belongs to Lifehouse.
- If interested in what Callen gives Jared just Google, ‘Kuhn Rikon Watermelon Knife’. It’s very pretty.
- To my readers: I love you all! Seriously. =D

WARNING: This chapter contains rimming.


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Sam tapped his fingers on his steering wheel as he drove to the meeting place he and Callen had set up months ago. He was nervous and he was worried.

They had had plans to go out that night with Jar… Sam cursed. “Fuck.” He pressed the Bluetooth button on his car. “Call Jared.”

Pause. “Calling Jared Dassagne,” the car answered.

The phone rang twice before Sam heard it picked up. “Hello?” Jared answered, sleepily.

“Jared? Sam.”

“Sam?” Jared answered, as if not sure who Sam was. It wasn’t more than ten seconds before Jared went, “Sam?! Did something happen to G?”

Sam put his blinker on to turn right. “I can’t say much, but his phone isn’t working right now. He’s okay, but he won’t be able to contact you for a few days, probably.”

“A few… a few days?” Jared repeated. “I…” He exhaled. “Yeah, okay. You’ll take care of him, Sam?”

“I’ll do my best, man.”

“Thank you,” Jared whispered. “He’s really okay, Sam?”

Sam hoped he wasn’t lying when he said, “Yeah, he’s really okay.”

“Thanks,” Jared swallowed. “Thanks for calling.”

“No problem.”

“Good luck.”

“Thanks, Jared.”

They hung up and Sam wondered if Callen realized that there was more at stake than ever before.

*****

Callen clutched the white paper bag tighter in his hand as he knocked on the door. When it opened, Callen couldn’t move, he just stood there and stared, taking in Jared’s presence. His partner looked horrible, eyes were bloodshot, with dark bags underneath them, worry lines creased his forehead, and there was a defeated slump to his shoulders. That all changed when he realized that Callen was at the door.

Jared’s eyes lit up and a smile stretched across his face as he leaned forward and engulfed Callen in the kind of hug he’d been waiting days for. Callen hugged him back tightly. They stood in the doorway, uncaring about the rest of the world.

When they pulled back, Callen found himself under the same scrutiny that he’d just put Jared through.

“Cargo pants?” Jared asked, squishing up his face. “I much prefer the jeans.”

Callen laughed suddenly, his first real laugh in days, and he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. “I’ll try to remember that.”

Jared stepped back to let Callen in and shut the door behind them. “Actually, on second thought, I much prefer you in nothing.”

Callen slipped off his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket. He turned and sheepishly offered the white bag to Jared. “This is for you.”

“It’s not my birthday,” Jared said immediately, but accepted the package.

“I thought flowers would be too weird,” Callen answered quietly.

“You didn’t need to bring me anything,” Jared responded.

Callen just shrugged. “Mind if I help myself to something to drink?”

Jared rolled his eyes. “Like you even need to ask, G.”

Callen padded across the room into the kitchen, while Jared followed behind him and took a seat at the counter. “You know, I think this is the first time I’ve shown up and you haven’t been cooking.”

“I wasn’t hungry,” Jared said softly. He held up the white bag. “Should I open this?”

Callen opened the fridge. “Yeah.”

He heard the bag rustle and turned around in time to see Jared pulling the long red and green knife out of the bag. “It’s a…”

“Watermelon knife,” Callen finished. He pulled out a pitcher of lemonade. “You don’t have one, right?”

“No, it‘s new,” Jared said offhandedly, staring at the knife. “This is really cool, G. Thanks.” He looked up and flashed Callen a smile.

“You’re welcome.” Callen got himself a glass. “Do you want one?”

“No, thanks.”

Callen nodded and poured himself some lemonade, putting the rest back into the fridge. He went and sat down next to Jared and one of Jared’s arms found its way around Callen’s waist.

*****

Jared let out a low moan as Callen kissed his way down Jared’s spine. His lips were warm and soft on Jared’s skin and Jared’s hand curled into the sheets, gripping them tightly. Callen’s breath was hot against Jared’s body and every time he exhaled, shivers went through Jared’s body.

Callen hovered over Jared lower back. He pressed soft kisses to each of Jared’s cheeks before leaning down and licking at the top of the crease between them. Jared’s breath hitched and Callen gently pulled the two mounds apart. His tongue slid down Jared’s crack and Jared moaned his name. Callen pushed a pillow under Jared’s hips for easier access, but before he could lower his mouth again a hand reached back and stopped him.

Callen looked up and met Jared’s lust-filled gaze. “You don’t have to do this, G,” he rasped.

“I know. I want to.”

“Don’t do it out of guilt,” Jared pleaded.

“I’m not, I promise,” Callen said seriously. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

“Is this why you wanted to shower first?”

Callen had maneuvered them both into the shower and had held Jared tightly while he slipped two soapy fingers into the other man.

“Yes,” Callen told him. “I want this, Jared.”

Jared’s eyes searched his and he finally nodded, turning back to rest his head on the pillow. Callen licked his lips and then parted Jared’s cheeks again. He wet Jared’s crack, sliding down until it found the other man’s entrance. He pushed the tip of his tongue into Jared’s hole and Jared let out a deep moan that went straight to Callen’s cock. He speared his tongue and pushed it in a little deeper and Jared moaned again. Callen thought this might be the hottest thing he’d ever done.

“Fuck, G,” Jared swore.

Callen grinned inwardly as he licked at the hole. Jared was panting hard when Callen eased his tongue in a little bit more. Jared wasn’t as tight as he usually was, since Callen had fingered him in the shower, but it still felt hot and tight to Callen’s tongue. Callen lapped at the entrance some more before pushing his tongue in as far as he could manage.

“Holy shit!” Jared cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Callen didn’t think it was the act of having his tongue in Jared’s hole that was such a turn on, instead, he was pretty sure that it was the way Jared moaned his name, cried obscenities, and was quivering under Callen’s touch. Although the trust that Jared was extending was certainly part of it.

When Callen finally pulled away, Jared was just a boneless heap beneath him. Callen reached for the glass of mouth wash on the side table. He took a sip and swirled it in his mouth before spitting the stuff back into the glass and setting it aside. Callen leaned down and Jared twisted his body so that Callen’s lips landed squarely on his.

They kissed until Callen ran out of air. Jared, being the surfer that he was, could hold his breath much longer than Callen, something he’d used to unravel Callen with before.

Callen panted and pressed his forehead against Jared’s. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

Jared clutched at Callen’s arm. “Yes, anything,” he breathed.

“But first I just…” Callen paused. “I just need to be with you for a few minutes.”

Callen rolled off of Jared until he was laying next to him on his bed, facing the other man. Jared rolled on his side, mirroring Callen’s position and they moved until there wasn’t an inch of space between their bodies.

“Jared?” Callen whispered, running his fingers through Jared’s blond hair.

“Yeah?”

“I came so close to losing you.”

Jared laughed softly, but no humor came out. “I think I was the one who came close to losing you,” he corrected.

“I was so close to knowing who I am,” Callen told him. “There was a file on me… someone had put it together… it would have had everything… my name…”

Jared raised a hand and cupped Callen’s cheek. “What happened to it?”

Callen felt tears begin to well in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. “The building it was in blew up. The files are gone. I was so close…”

Jared’s thumb swiped gently at the skin beneath Callen’s eyes and that’s when Callen realized that a tear had slid out anyway, without permission. “Anytime you want to know who you are, G… you come find me. I can tell you. Maybe I don’t know your name, or the street you grew up on, but I still know you. I know that you’re so goddamned brave, always putting yourself in danger to save others. I know that you care so much about people and about the world. I know that you’re so beautiful, inside and out, that there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for you. I know you’re loyal and courageous and smart and funny and you’re the best person that I’ve ever met.

I know that you’re lonely, that you feel like no one will ever understand you, that you’ll never feel complete. I know that you always expect everyone to leave you, that nothing good will ever last. You’re scared of ending up alone again. Which will never happen, by the way. I know you, G. More than those things, I know that you like white chocolate and pot roast and vanilla ice cream. I know that when you shower you always have to wash your feet. I know that you wear so much blue because you had a girlfriend, once, that told you it looked good on you. Which it does.

All of this is who you are, G. We aren’t just our names and our parents and the places we lived. We’re the person responsible for deciding to step out our front doors every morning. That’s who you are, G.” Jared moved his thumb in slow circles over Callen’s cheek. “You’re looking for who you were.”

Callen turned his head and kissed Jared’s palm. “When did you get so smart?”

“When I started dating Batman,” Jared answered cheekily.

Callen’s quirked a half smile at the reminder of their second meeting. Jared leaned in and their lips met again and it wasn’t long before Callen was painfully hard.

Jared turned over, so he faced the other way and Callen took the hint that was offered. Callen smeared some lube onto his cock before moving up against Jared’s back. He slipped a knee in between the younger man’s legs and settled an arm on Jared’s waist. One of Jared’s hands grabbed his, linking their fingers and Callen carefully positioned himself at Jared’s entrance.

He used one hand to guide himself, and inch by inch, Callen sunk into Jared’s hole. Jared groaned and Callen rocked them together slightly to situate their bodies.

Callen let himself finally breathe. There had been a point in the past couple of days when Callen wasn’t sure if he’d ever have this again. Where he hadn’t been sure he’d see Jared again, much less touch him, fill him.

“You’re perfect,” Callen whispered. “So perfect.”

Jared brought their joined hands up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to Callen’s. It was warm, but it made Callen shiver. They moved together slowly, and Callen had never before said so much without saying a word.

When Jared started making a low humming noise, Callen knew he was close, so he pulled his hand from Jared, reluctantly, and moved it to Jared’s body, slowly pumping him up and down. Jared made an appreciative sound as Callen worked him over.

“I’m close,” Callen breathed.

Jared nodded slightly. “I know.”

Callen took a deep breath and Jared squeezed around Callen at just the right second, because a moment later he was coming, and he couldn’t breathe, with his heart beating so fast.

“Jared…” Callen exhaled.

“I know.”

Then Jared came and Callen held him close, feeling every last shake as Jared’s orgasm ripped through him.

Eventually, they pulled apart and Callen went to get a wet washcloth to wipe them both down with. He tossed it to the side and climbed back into the bed with Jared. They moved close together, so close that Callen couldn’t figure out which limb was whose.

“I’m going to make peanut butter cookies,” Jared announced.

“Right now?”

“When I can move again,” Jared said. “And when my brain starts working.”

Callen smiled and twirled a finger around one of Jared’s locks. “I like peanut butter cookies.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” Callen answered. “They’ve always been a favorite.”

“I like peanut butter cookies, but I don’t like peanut butter. Is that weird?”

Callen gasped dramatically. “Wait, there’s a food you don’t like? I thought I’d never see the day.”

Jared blushed. “It’s not that I don’t like it, I’ll eat it. It’s just… annoying.”

“Annoying? There are foods that annoy you?”

“Uh…” Jared drifted off. “It’s really just that one food.”

“Do the CIA know about this?” Callen joked.

“The Criminal Investigative Agency?”

Callen coughed to cover a laugh. “First of all, it’s the Central Intelligence Agency--”

“--Oh.”

“Second of all, I meant the Culinary Institute of America.”

Jared was quiet for a second. “Remember when I said my brain wasn‘t working? Like, two minutes ago?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s still really not. I think you killed something. You’ve done me in with sex, G.”

Callen grinned. “There’s no better way to do you.”

Jared groaned. “Your jokes are terrible, you know that, right?”

Pause. “Hey, Jared. Why did the chicken cross the road?” Jared grabbed a pillow and shoved it at Callen’s face. “To get to the other side!” Callen yelled through the fabric. He could vaguely hear his partner groan again before he was shoved off the bed.

*****