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Title: Frelted
By: nancy
Pairing: Eric/Callen
Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After Eric's disastrous field assignment, Callen lays down the law

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Eric stayed late to calm his still-rattled nerves. Even six hours after his disastrous first field op, he was trying not to shake with lingering adrenaline. Ops was quiet, thankfully. Everyone had gone home, aside from the night crew. He had lots of quiet time to calm down and process his near-frelted experience. Paperwork was done and he was almost caught up on maintenance, which never happened.

He'd done a pretty good job of covering up how shaken he was immediately after they'd all returned to OSP, getting the remote UFO to work and flying it down to the team. That had occupied most of his attention. But then it was quitting time and he was both too wound up and too shaky to go home. The problem, of course, was his naturally laid back personality and lifestyle. He didn't even drink a lot of caffeine, let alone flood his body with a serious dose of fear-induced adrenaline. Flight or fight just wasn't something he experienced.

It was something of a surprise that Callen hadn't made an appearance. Other than his initial reaction and response to the almost frelting at the site, Callen had stayed with the rest of the team. He'd seemed surprised and happy by the UFO, but hadn't done more than nod a goodbye when he'd left with the others. It was a little disappointing, if Eric was being honest with himself. He hadn't expected some big, public display, but saying he was glad Eric hadn't died would've been nice.

Finally admitting that he was stalling, Eric sighed and closed up for the night. He found Hetty still in her office and waved a goodnight.

“Oh, Mr. Beale?”

Eric changed course to Hetty's desk. “Yes?”

“It's fine to take comfort in routine, which is why I did not send you home hours ago. However. I expect you to take tomorrow off and recuperate from today's unfortunate happenings.”

Eric opened his mouth to protest, but Hetty held up a warning finger.”

“I will see you the day after tomorrow. Am I clear?”

Sighing, Eric caved. It wasn't like anyone said no to Hetty. “Crystal.”

She smiled and said, “Good. And, I don't normally interfere in my agents' love lives, but were I you, I would not allow Mr. Callen to bully me into not doing something I want to do.”

Eric blinked at Hetty's firm statement and opened his mouth to correct her, but the finger reappeared.

“Not that you're involved with Mr. Callen, as then I would have to move one of you to another team.”

It was the first time someone had made that assumption about them and he couldn't figure out why. It wasn't like Callen paid him any more attention than anyone else. Not that he'd noticed anyhow, and he'd been looking. Hard. Eric paused, waiting for more from her, and then said, “Night Hetty.”

He only got a few steps before she called after him, “I am very glad that you're all right, Eric.”

Eric looked back at her and smiled, fondness filling him. “Thanks, Hetty.”

He left the building and reached the bicycle rack to find his bike missing. A flash of anger turned swiftly to resignation. It was just that kind of a day.

“You didn't really think I'd let you bike home, now, did you?”

Eric jumped at Callen's question. He turned to find him standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest.

Callen quirked a brief grin at him and said, “Your bike's in the car. Come on. I'm driving.”

Eric frowned, but didn't argue. There was something odd about Callen's voice, but he couldn't figure out what and that bothered him a little. Eric might not be the best at deciphering other people, but he'd gotten pretty good at reading Callen.

About five minutes into the silent drive, Eric realized they were going the wrong way. “Where are we going?”

“Home.”

“My apartment's in the other direction.”

“I know.”

Eric was starting to freak out a little. He trusted Callen explicitly, but that didn't mean he understood him. The man was very unpredictable and didn't think like anyone else. It was impossible to guess what he had in mind.

Ten minutes later, Eric recognized where in the Valley they were going and frowned again. Why would Callen be bringing him home? It didn't make any sense unless something was wrong with his apartment. Or maybe this was a post-op thing and the others were already at Callen's house. He would find out soon enough and so put his curiosity aside in favor of dozing.

It seemed like only moments later that Callen shook him awake. Eric blinked fuzzily and then pulled off his glasses to rub his eyes clear. Callen came back into focus when he put them back on and the other man offered a brief smile before getting out of the car. Still bewildered, Eric nonetheless followed him out and into the house.

There wasn't much furniture, but Eric had expected that from what Sam had let slip here and there. Callen stopped in the bare living room and faced him. Eric waited expectantly. It obviously wasn't a team thing as no one else was there.

Callen walked closer, stopping a mere foot away and saying, “That was your first and last field op. I don't care what's at stake, you don't leave OSP for any mission.”

Eric gaped a little at Callen. The ultimatum echoed what he'd already decided and half-joked about back at OSP earlier, but to hear it from Callen sent a flash of relief through him. The senior field agent had spoken and would only be overridden by Hetty or Vance. There was slim to no chance that he would ever have to do another field op now.

“I've already put that order in your jacket. You are way too valuable to risk in the field when we have Nell.”

Eric frowned, somehow sure that was an insult to Nell.

Callen held up a hand, apparently thinking Eric was going to protest, and said, “I won't change my mind on this Eric. I know you're capable and you're definitely brave enough, but you just don't have the training or experience to do field ops. I'm not going to let you get hurt if there's something I can do to prevent it.”

A warm, pleased feeling squirmed through him at the statement and Eric said, “Callen, I...”

“No, Eric, that's final,” Callen interrupted. His arms folded across his chest again. “It's not going to happen to you, too. I won't lose you because of some misguided need on your part to prove yourself. Do you think any of us can do what you do? No.”

Eric blinked in surprise at the reference to Dom. He tried again to tell Callen that they were in agreement. “Callen, if you'll just let me...”

Callen scowled and said, “Fine! All right. Sam said I would have to spell it out for you, so here it is. I love you and I refuse to take even the slightest chance of something bad happening to you when I can, and will, prevent it. I've lost everyone, Eric, I'm not losing you. Period. End of story. Subject closed.”

Shock kept Eric rooted to the spot and dumbfounded. Love? Had that word actually crossed Callen's lips? He repeated slowly, just to make sure he hadn't somehow hallucinated, “You love me?”

The scowl deepened and Callen said, “Yes. I love you, okay?”

And suddenly, it all made sense. The mysterious cup of his favorite tea that appeared on his desk every day. The sudden lack of hassling by the dick surfers on his beach. His apartment window's repair and his super's confusion when Eric had thanked him for fixing it. Callen had been taking care of him all along, making his life easier without a word.

“And I know you don't feel the same, which is why I never said anything, but you have to understand that field work just isn't an option for you. I have to keep you safe, Eric.”

Callen finally stopped talking, mouth clamped shut and eyes crinkling almost suspiciously at him. He was clearly waiting for Eric's response, likely an angry one.

Eric had a pretty well-hidden mischievous streak and it rose up with a vengeance. He said firmly, “Hetty told me not to let you bully me into not doing something that I want to do. And she's right. Of course, she also seems to think we're lovers, which means that you somehow gave her that impression.”

“Eric...”

It was Eric's turn to hold up a hand and Callen fell silent.

“Just so we're clear, this is my choice. You don't get to make this decision for me.”

Callen nodded, but the grooves in his forehead didn't lessen any, the scowl remaining firmly in place.

“Good. I decided earlier tonight,” and here Eric paused, just to see Callen lean forward slightly, “that I'm never doing field work again. I don't have the training or enough experiumph!”

Callen's mouth on his stopped the words and Eric couldn't help laughing into their first kiss, even as he wrapped arms around Callen's waist. It was short but sweet and Eric's heart felt full for the first time in a long time.

Callen pulled back and flashed that crooked grin of his and said, “You are evil. Beneath those baby blues and innocent, Clark Kent glasses lies an evil, evil man.”

Eric smiled widely. “It's not my fault you're unobservant, Senior Field Agent Callen. I've only been giving you preferential treatment for months now.”

Callen started walking him backwards, hands on Eric's hips to guide as he teased, “Oh, you have?”

Still grinning, Eric pointed out, “How many after action reports do you write?”

Callen's lips pursed and then he said, “I thought that was Deeks brown-nosing.”

“Deeks!” Eric exclaimed. “Deeks? Are you kidding me?”

Callen laughed full out. It was a rare, happy sound and Eric was pretty sure his heart stuttered at it. His legs hit something and Callen pushed him down to land on the mattress. Eric rose onto his elbows and said, “I love you, by the way.”

Callen smiled at that, a slow, almost shy smile that instantly tugged at Eric's heart. It wasn't something he'd ever seen on the other man's face. Callen knelt on the bed, straddling Eric's thighs, and said, “I'm glad,” before leaning down to kiss him.

This kiss was slow and Eric opened to it right away. His hands latched onto Callen's belt to pull him down, on top of him. Callen's tongue traced over Eric's and a flood of want struck without warning. Groaning, he hooked a leg over Callen's hips and pulled him in tight so their groins rubbed together.

Callen pushed onto an elbow and said, gratifyingly breathless, “I really want you.”

Eric licked sensitive lips and said, “You have me. Whatever you want, Callen.”

Callen kissed him again, short and hard, and then corrected, “G,” right against his ear.

Eric bit his lip in surprise, a shiver running through him at the warm air on his ear. Only Sam called Callen 'G.' It seemed so intimate; somehow more so than Callen lying on top of him with an erection pressed against Eric's thigh.

“Go ahead.” Callen bit his ear sharply. “Say it.”

Eric groaned and whispered, “You have me, G.”

Callen sucked on his throat and all Eric could do was moan in need, turning his head to offer more. He slid his hand down to grip Callen's ass, squeezing hard enough to provoke another bite. Callen's face was flushed as he knelt back, sitting on Eric's crotch. The pressure sent another rush of heat through him and he gasped, “Naked. Now.”

Smirking, Callen said, “Bossy,” but pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside carelessly.

Eric knew Callen was strong. He'd seen the other man in various stages of undress over the last few years. It wasn't that Callen's muscles and tanned skin were new to him. It was more that Eric had never been so close to all that skin and muscles without clothes in the way. It was almost overwhelming, having all that strength right there.

“Your turn,” Callen quipped, licking his lower lip.

His gaze stayed riveted to Eric's, the blue-gray intense as ever. It was heady and a little frightening, just how focused on him Callen seemed. Eric belatedly sat up and pulled off his shirts which, unfortunately, got caught in his glasses. He cursed impatiently and finally got them off, throwing the stupid flannel and tee away. Callen was half blurred, the glasses sitting crooked on Eric's nose.

Callen straightened the glasses and then kissed him again, deep and hungry, his tongue immediately diving into Eric's mouth. His arms wrapped around Eric's shoulders, keeping him sitting up and he ground down against Eric's dick, making him gasp for air against the sensation. Strong fingers dug into his back, massaging roughly up and down, just shy of too much.

Breaking off the kiss, Eric panted for air and then latched onto the nearest patch of bare skin. Callen's fingers tightened even more as Eric bit and sucked his way across other man's chest. Callen let go abruptly and cupped Eric's face, tilting it up to devour his mouth again. Eric found himself flat on his back seconds later and rubbed up against Callen's dick. Their pants were definitely in the way and he wanted to feel the rest of Callen.

Callen must have felt the same because his hands shifted from Eric's face to make short work of Eric's zipper. He reached inside pants and boxers to grip Eric's dick and squeezed, more than enough to get his attention. Eric opened his eyes and dropped his head back on the mattress, breathing hard. He didn't even remember closing his eyes.

“You are...” Callen's voice trailed off as he stared down at Eric. He shook his head and finished, “Perfect.”

Eric swallowed against a dry throat and reached up with his hand, sliding his fingers through Callen's short, dirty blond hair. It was softer than he'd expected for some reason. Maybe because the man was anything but soft; at least what he showed the world at large.

Callen stroked Eric's shaft a few times, slow and easy, not looking away. He let go after a few achingly teasing moments and moved decisively to strip the rest of Eric's clothing and sandals. He ditched his own right after, kicking the jeans onto the floor without leaving the bed. Looking down, Eric found Callen's dick as perfectly proportioned as the rest of his body. They were pretty evenly matched, not that that made him feel any more secure. He knew Callen could kill him without breaking a sweat.

Eric paused at his own thoughts and then asked, “You can't actually kill someone with your little finger, right?”

Callen's eyebrows rose askance. “Do I want to know what thought process brought up that question?”

Eric grinned a bit and admitted, “Probably not.”

“Okay then. And no. Not with my little finger,” Callen answered, dropping down beside him.

Eric sighed in contentment when Callen sidled up from behind, fitting just right at every point. His dick still ached for release, but he was more focused on the way Callen wrapped around him, arms and legs twining about Eric's body. Callen licked a path from his right shoulder blade to the curve of his shoulder and then bit lightly at Eric's ear again.

A shiver ran through Eric and he asked, “How do you know?”

“Know what?” Callen murmured, fingers sliding through Eric's hair to scratch at his scalp. “That you're incredibly responsive? That doing this...” His tongue lightly traced the shell of Eric's ear to make him gasp. “...makes you crazy?”

Eric nodded and reached back with his free hand to grip Callen's ass and pull him in tighter. “Want you in me.”

Callen hissed out a breath and twisted partially away, but returned before Eric could complain. “Lift your leg up, shift forward.”

Eric did so, moving from his side partly onto his front with his knee drawn up almost to his chest. Callen's finger rubbed around his hole, slick with lube, while his mouth kissed up Eric's spine. The dual sensations made him shudder with want and he pushed back against the finger. Callen obliged, but at his own pace. The penetration was excruciatingly slow; Eric felt each knuckle as it pushed inside.

Callen bit lightly at the shoulder blade again and started finger fucking him. There was plenty of lube and it hadn't been that long since his last boyfriend, so it didn't take long to prepare him. Unfortunately, Callen's not-so-well-hidden evil streak rose up with a vengeance. He continued the finger fucking long after Eric was begging for his cock. If he'd been thinking instead of decimated by feeling, want, and pure sensation, Eric would have wondered at the other man's near-silent possession of his body.

As it was, he made enough noise for the both of them, pleading with Callen, “Please, please, G, fuck me! Need you, need it so much,” among the gasping and groaning as knowing fingers hit his prostate over and over.

Finally, he heard the condom wrapper undone and then Callen's cock pushed into his hole. Eric shivered violently, goosebumps erupting all over as Callen filled him slow and sure until bottoming out.

When he was all the way in, Callen wrapped both arms around Eric's chest and said in a low, iron voice, “I've got you, Eric, never letting go.”

Eric jerked in response, eyes rolling back at the feeling of being completely surrounded by the other man. Of feeling safe and wanted. Callen started moving then, but it was just as slow and deliberate as the finger fucking had been. No matter how much he begged, Callen thrust into him at a hard but controlled pace. Sweat stung the corners of his eyes and dripped down his back to make their bodies slide ever more easily together. Eric finally sagged onto the nearest pillow for support. None of his other boyfriends had had anywhere near this kind of stamina. He was almost to the breaking point, no matter how much he wanted to wait for Callen.

And then Callen gripped his shaft again. He started stroking in counterpoint to the fucking and gasped against Eric's ear, “I love you,” before twisting tight.

Eric saw stars as he came, his body spasming on the cock now ramming into his ass, clenching tight until he collapsed altogether. He vaguely felt Callen go still, his hips pressed as tight to Eric's ass as possible, but was too far gone to do more than moan. Some timeless period later, Callen carefully withdrew from Eric's body. He protested the movement and separation, aches and pains making themselves known even as he reached blindly for the other man to keep him there.

Callen kissed his temple and murmured, “Easy, Eric, I'll be right back.”

Eric sighed and nodded, already drifting towards sleep. He startled at the feel of warm, damp cloth against his hole and then relaxed, letting Callen check him out. He wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a few days, but was way too blissed out to care.

Callen manhandled him under the covers no matter how much Eric protested the change in position. They ended up with Eric draped over Callen's chest and he mumbled the warning, “I drool.”

Chuckling, another noise Eric rarely heard, Callen said, “Me too. Go to sleep, baby.”

Eric laced their fingers together and yawned hugely. “You sleep too.”

Callen kissed the top of his head and said, “I just might,” sounding surprised.

Eric smiled and drifted off...then woke suddenly with an alarming thought. He asked warily, “Which finger can you kill someone with?”

Callen just laughed.

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