I got the idea for this scene from the new Mile High Club drinks passengers are allowed to purchase for other passengers.

I have only written this one chapter and wondered if I should go on with more of this or stop here. So far this is a vignette.

Reviews appreciated and welcomed.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Title: G's Secret

Rating: M

Story Premise: For several years, G kept a secret from Sam until one day when he accidentally left evidence behind in the locker room at work.

Category: Angst

WARNINGS:

Slash: Sam/G

DISCLAIMER: NCIS: Los Angeles and its characters are owned by CBS and the producers of it. I do not own anything, but if I did I would torture G Callen more and make him cry and suffer and have plenty of angst. I am grateful to CBS and the producers of NCIS: LA for their contribution to the world of entertainment.

My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA. I gain no profit from the creation and publication of this story. I love to play in the sandbox with the characters and their lives. I especially love to torture G Callen. It is fun!

Secret Revealed

Chapter 1

Sam purchased a drink for G and asked the bartender to serve it to the only man sitting in first class.

An ulterior motive in mind, it was his first time buying a drink with not exactly honorable intentions. He planned the whole scenario from the moment Hetty suggested they go on this mission to Europe. A Virgin Airlines new tradition for welcoming passengers to the Mile High Club included offering a potential date a drink. Sam decided this was his opportunity to take the next step in their relationship. With the truth he had discovered about G, it was past time to alter the course of their partnership.

He settled next to his partner in first class and observed his face as the drink was served to him.

G glanced sideways at his partner. "Your offer?"

"Yes." Sam picked up his own drink and offered him a toast.

They toasted to their first time on a trip while not undercover.

G drank a few sips. "Thank you." He coughed from the intensity of the liquors. "Strong." His voice squeaked out the single word.

"Supposed to relax you."

G regarded him.

"Problem?"

"Just wondering why this," he asked, holding up his drink.

"Mile High Club new digs."

G's eyebrows raised high. "Mile what?"

"Obviously you've never heard of it."

"Once or twice a long time ago but never partook in it."

"Virgin Airlines's new promotion to have passengers offer drinks to other passengers."

"For dates Sam, for dates."

"Yes." He kept a straight face.

G set the glass of super strong hard liquor mix on the table beside his reclining bed seat. "One problem. This isn't a date and we're on a mission to Dubai."

"How do you know this isn't a date?"

"You and I are not an item."

"That's not what I've seen."

G straightened in his seat. "What are you talking about?"

"You've got something that belongs to me."

"What?" His eyebrows raised and his lower jaw dropped open.

"After a workout one day I discovered a picture of myself on the bench next to your locale," Sam said. "A nicely altered photograph of me during a workout."

The heat rose to G's face. He licked his lips. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You want me to show you?" Sam reached into his briefcase on the floor next to him.

"No."

"You're certain you don't need proof?"

"Don't mess with me." G shot him a look.

"I'm not messing with you." Sam brought the packet onto his lap. "Proof." He patted the overstuffed envelope."

"Why not keep your proof on a laptop?"

"Like you did?" Sam observed his partner's face turn from a flushed reddish tone to almost a stark white. "I know all about those photographs on your laptop computer at home."

G blurted out. "That's my private computer!"

"Yes and those are my personal property."

"I can explain."

"Please do." Sam set the envelope aside and reclined his seat, snugging his hands behind his head and clasping them.

"Not here and not now."

"Yes, right here and right now." He glared at the envelope and then his partner.

G swallowed hard. "I wanted some pictures of you working out because I'm starting a new workout program this year."

"And that requires that you take pictures of me and alter them to suit your tastes." Again Sam noticed a complete color change in his partner's face from a reddish hue to a near white color. "I perused your entire hard drive and every photograph has been altered."

"I wanted to see what they looked like—"

"With the heads cut off and below the knee missing."

"Shit." What he thought he whispered came out too loud. "Let me explain."

"I'm waiting."

"Can we get something else to drink besides this?"

"No, drink some more."

"I'm not your date."

"Don't be too sure." Sam shot his partner a sly look and leered at him. "Drink up. It'll loosen those tight lips."

"My lips don't need loosening." He took a couple of small sips. The dark almost black liquid burned his throat. "What's in this stuff?"

"Tongue and brain relaxers."

"Very funny."

"Talk or…." He allowed the last word to hang in the air between them, bringing his partner's attention to it.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll inform Hetty about your illicit photographs."

"They're not illegal."

"But they are taken without my permission and altered."

"I'm not doing anything illegal with them."

"You violated my privacy."

"And you violated mine."

Sam eyed him.

"Tit for tat."

"Yes."

"Damn."

"Talk."

"I need you to stop snooping around in my personal computer."

"As long as you comply with my wishes," Sam said.

"I'll do whatever you want."

"Be careful what you say."

G wished he had thought his words out more carefully because he just now admitted he was willing to obey his partner. "I take that back."

"Nope, too late, you'll do whatever I say and want or else I'll inform Hetty of your illicit behavior. Everything." Sam patted the hefty envelope.

"Define everything."

"Talk."

"It's true. I wanted to admire your body."

"And more."

"True, I won't lie because you've got the evidence." G looked at the envelope under his partner's hand. "I altered the photographs to fit my needs." He sighed.

"And those are?"

"Seeing your body for one."

"And not my head."

"I see that everyday at work." With each word spoken, G dug himself a deeper hole. "Admiring your muscles for two."

Sam trailed his hand down his skin-tight, chocolate brown, lycra t-shirt. He purchased the shirt for this occasion. He slowed down at his rock hard abs, smoothing over them in a deliberate manner. Next he stopped at his waist and inched his hand further down to his crotch, grasping his stiffening member and giving it a light stroke before releasing it.

G kept his eyes on his partner's hand, observing every square inch of his body that it touched. His breath caught in his throat giving way to a prolonged stuttered sigh.

"And?"

He pulled his eyes away from his partner's delicious chocolate brown encased body. "And that's all I had in mind with your photographs."

"The ones which are altered further too?"

"Damn."

"Yes, I know about those." They were decidedly ribald with a photograph of G fashioned into them. His partner more than likely used Photoshop© to alter those photographs.

"It was a joke and I was having some fun."

"A joke on whom?"

"No one. For myself."

"Let's find out if that's true."

"What?" G eyebrows raised high and pressed together.

"You said you'd do whatever I want."

"You know what I meant."

"Yes." Sam licked his lips. "Unbutton and unzip your pants and then take them down to your knees."

"Screw you!" G started to stand.

Sam grasped his left forearm and pulled him toward his body. He lowered his voice to a sex-filled whisper, "Whatever I say and want or I'll inform Hetty of your felonious acts." He released his arm.

G slumped down on the seat. "I don't think you will over this."

"Try me."

He straightened in his seat. "Is there anything I can do to make you change your mind?"

"Nope," he said, leering at his partner.

"Okay, damn it, okay!"

Sam grasped their privacy curtain and brought it around their two seats. "Step one followed. Now step two."

G slid both hands down to his pants and fumbled with his freshly washed, tight blue jeans's front. He was all thumbs, his fingers trembling. After unbuttoning and unzipping them, G tugged them down to his knees.

"Nice boxers. Lose them too."

He grasped the waist band of his crimson red boxers and tugged them down to his crotch.

"Further."

"What if someone walks in on us?"

"With the privacy curtain drawn around us I seriously doubt that will happen," Sam said. "Just so you know, once a Mile High Club drink is served, the crew knows to not disturb those passengers."

G tugged his boxers over his semi-erect member and lifted his hips again to bring them down to his knees.

"I see all this talk has served to titillate your senses," he said, checking out his partner's member. "Grasp it."

"No way."

"Hetty." He figured one word was all he needed to warn him of the consequences for not following through on his promises.

G released a long sigh. "Do you have to mention her name while we're doing this?"

"Yes, if you're going to renege on your part of the agreement," Sam said. "Close your eyes and grasp it."

G closed his eyes and slid a hand down his six-pack abs in one smooth, sensuous movement and grasped his growing member.

"Imagine one of your transmogrified pictures, one of those you inserted your own nude photograph into, and tell me when you're there."

"Easy, I'm there."

"Tell me which picture you chose and why."

"Really? You're serious? This is ridiculous."

"Yes, quite re-dick-u-less." Sam emphasized each syllable.

G smirked. "You would have to say that in that way."

"Which picture?"

"My favorite which I hope you didn't find." He sighed.

"It's probably my favorite too."

"Crap, you found them all."

"Every last one of those lovely photographs," Sam said. "I enjoyed your creativity too."

"Damn. The one… where you've got a bullwhip wrapped around my neck, and you've forced me to kneel between your legs."

"We've got the same tastes. Kneel between my legs."

G's eyes flew open. He grabbed his boxers and jeans and started to pull them up.

"Obey me."

He released them.

"Remove your pants and boxers."

"I'll be… naked."

"Yes. Now."

G kicked off his work boots and removed his pants and boxers.

"Nice. Quite nice."

He started to remove his skin-tight, aqua blue t-shirt.

"Stop. That's my eye candy for later. Kneel before me."

G hands dropped to his sides, and he fell to his knees between his partner's wide open legs.

"From now on, you're mine and you'll do whatever I say." Sam pressed into his partner's sides with his powerful thighs and tightened them around G's body. "And whatever I want."

"And on the ops?"

"You'll be our fearless leader as always on the ops," Sam said. "I'll expect you to play your roll well and not let anyone know what goes on behind closed doors. Between my legs and in the bedroom, you're mine."

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