Sam Hanna (sam_hanna) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-07-27 18:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 07, character: brian kinney, character: g callen, character: robert callen, character: sam hanna |
RP: Sam and Brian
Who: Sam and Brian, anyone still taking classes
Where: Tactical Driving class
When: July 27, 2011
Summary: Brian bet John that he would grope Sam in class and he finally has classes with him
Brian had bet John that he didn't need a reason to grope anyone, not even Sam Hanna. Unfortunately since that night, he hadn't had a single class with Hanna. Not that Brian liked classes with Hanna. The man was too serious, too big, too boring. Sure he had a nice body, and Brian appreciated anyone who worked hard to stay in shape like him, but he wasn't Brian's type, so his physique was lost on Brian. That wasn't enough to stop him. It didn't even matter that John wasn't in class. Someone was bound to tell him when the fireworks started.
Today it was tactical driving, so there weren't many opportunities. The first few times that the man walked by, he could barely brush his ass, and that didn't count. No, Brian waited until it was his turn. He listened - or pretended to - as Hanna gave him the instruction and when the man turned to get into the car, he just went for it. As his hand connected with Hanna's ass, everything seemed to stop for the briefest moment.
Sam hated Kinney, had from the very start. Hell, half of the time he purposely forgot to include him in evacuation plans, but he would never let his prejudices interfere with his job, which was why he gave Kinney the benefit of the doubt during classes. Instinct told him otherwise, but he was afraid that he was just projecting his dislike for the man, but then there was no mistaking what was happening anymore, because the son of a bitch was grabbing his ass. Sam turned around really slowly and licked his lips as he stared at the other man. "I have no idea what's going on in that sick mind of yours, but if you try that again with me or anyone who doesn't want to be touched, I'm going to break that hand in so many little pieces that you will never be able to jerk off again. Is that clear?"
Brian stared back. He supposed that this was the part where he was supposed to be scared, but he'd lived with bullies and threats never scared him. "Really? Isn't that against your code or something?" He leaned forward. "You know, you'd be a lot less tense if you let me jerk you off." Okay so that wasn't part of the bet, but he couldn't back down now. It wasn't in his nature. "We can end class early and have a more exciting ride, no cars needed."
Sam knew what people thought, but he might glare, threaten and generally tell people off, but he never felt the need to use violence to prove a point. Kinney was proving an exception and that only meant that he had to keep himself in check even more than usual. "Back off, Kinney," he hissed. "You might think it's funny, but it's called sexual assault."
"Whoa, you know the word, I'm shocked." Brian moved closer, a hand resting on Hanna's chest. He blatantly ignored the way the SEAL looked at his hand. "This is your problem. You don't get sexual often enough, and you're in luck, no one gives a shit who you fuck here. I bet you'd be really popular at the club, some of those kids would like to get a nice pounding from someone like you... unless of course, you want to be fucked. Is that it? Too tense, too much in control, maybe you need someone to bend you over a table and fuck you until you give up all of that control."
Sam grabbed Kinney's wrist and it was so tempting to squeeze, to push just right and break his wrist, but Sam was better than this, better than Kinney. He had rules, he had a code of honor. He would not let this man push him into violating his own rules. "Enough. Get in the fucking car and drive."
Brian pouted, because that really wasn't fun. The man wouldn't even answer him. How was he supposed to push if Hanna didn't engage. He probably should stop anyway. He had made his point, and he could tell John, and they could laugh it off, but he was never good at leaving things alone. "I got it. You aren't pissed that I grabbed your ass. You've just gone without for so long that you're pissed that I didn't-" He reached out and squeezed Hanna's cock through his jeans, and if there had been a moment of stillness when he'd grabbed Hanna's ass, there was none now.
Sam reached for Brian's wrist, and this time, he didn't let go. He span around, pulling Kinney's arm behind his back and slamming the man against the car. With his free hand, he smashed Kinney's face against the hood, and that was petty and unnecessary, but he couldn't help himself. He leaned closer, speaking to Kinney's ear without worrying about the moaning from Kinney (and for once it wasn't the kind of moaning Kinney liked). "See this? I'm not hurting you. This is just a nice warning." He pushed Kinney's arm high. "This - this causes pain, but it's nothing compare to what I can do. A little tap and I can dislocate your shoulder and that hurts like a motherfucking bitch. I can break your wrist, or maybe really your hand. Do NOT touch anyone unless they are asking for it, in very explicit words or I will hurt you."