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Protection
Chapter 9
The rides, if G could call them that, on that monster piece of equipment continued every other day. He was thankful they weren't a daily necessity. Though G imagined what it would be like to have wild and crazy sex on the contraption. That was a daily obsession, one he wouldn't discuss with Sam yet.
G reclined the leather chair in the intimate movie theater on the first floor of their home. It had taken him several attempts to figure out the movie watching system; a fully digital theater with a ten foot screen and preloaded movies. He settled on a thriller to prepare his mind for the next step in his healing; telling Linden what occurred after he was 'fertile' for the first time.
After propping the container of buttered popcorn on his chair's side table, G started the movie.
"There you are," Sam said, coming into the theater and sitting beside his husband. He reclined his theater seat.
"I needed space."
"Lot's of it in our home."
"Maybe too much," G said, piling a handful of popcorn on his own raised table, his growing abdomen. "There's got to be a reason, besides keeping me pregnant, that Linden provided us with this home."
"I suggest you stop wondering how and why and call him." Sam picked up the tub of hot buttered popcorn and rolled over on top of his husband.
"Okay, that was one smooth move." G popped another piece of popcorn into his mouth. "But who said I wanted the company."
"I want to eat the popcorn off your abdomen too."
"I'm certain that sounded lewd."
Sam demonstrated and tongued a piece into his mouth.
"Now that looked lewd as well."
"My intention." He chuckled.
G ate another piece of popcorn and watched his husband's tongue draw another one into his mouth.
"You getting my drift?" Sam asked.
"I'm not in the mood."
"Ah, that's what you said earlier, but you know what I think?"
"Yeah, I do, you think I too preoccupied with calling Linden and I won't stop until I follow through with doing it." G sighed. He toyed with a piece of popcorn before tossing it into his husband's mouth. "Good catch Fido. You know maybe a dog would be a great addition to our family. Gregory and Melissa have both requested a family pet."
"I've got one already," Sam said, eyeing his husband.
"Very funny." G tossed another piece of popcorn into Sam's waiting mouth. "Soon I'll have you trained better than any pet." He smirked.
"You seriously want to add a pet to the equation right now?" Sam finished his question with an open mouth, waiting like a good dog for his next treat.
"I guess it's not the right time. Maybe after the baby is born."
"Or even later than that."
"Yeah, and you'll forgot about their request and mine too." G pouted and tossed his husband another hot buttered, puffed-to-perfection kernel. "I wonder how that popcorn machine makes such delectable morsels."
"I wonder how you can be so evasive and avoiding."
"Me too, but it's worked thus far." G winked at Sam. "Okay, where's the cellphone?"
"Forget that." Sam rolled off of his husband and back onto his own recliner. "Skype him."
"So you can hear every juicy detail."
"I'll know sooner or later."
G made a face at his husband and said, "Autodial Linden." He was just about to sit forward when a picture developed right above his head on the ceiling of the theater. He whispered, "Okay, that's simply the weirdest…" He stopped speaking when the man's face appeared above his head. "Linden."
"Mr. Callen, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"It's not about anything pleasant," G said. "I've avoided this long enough. Those men you kidnapped during Operation Fertile Ground all raped me, and I want to press charges, but I first need to know my family and I are completely protected."
"You are Mr. Callen and I know all about what happened," Linden said. "Each night all the security tapes were reviewed and my team informed me of your rapes."
"What in the… and you never told me you knew and… damn… you know even more about me than I know about me…"
"You weren't ready to deal with it, but I made certain when you were that everyone in your family would be protected and safe."
"How?"
"The mansion with its multiple-layered security systems, and the secret rooms neither one of you have discovered yet," Linden said. "I prepared for your future in more ways than you could possibly fathom."
"How do we access these rooms?" G asked, now more curious than scared of what the future might bring.
"The same way in which you've accessed information about your home so far."
"Won't those CIA agents find it too?"
"Remember your house is voice activated to the sounds of your voices, Hetty's voice, and mine. No one else has activation status."
And now G had the answers to more questions about their new home. "Okay, let me check out my home and I'll get back to you later." G ended the Skype call and glanced sideways at his husband.
Sam grabbed the pieces of popcorn off his husband's abdomen and dumped it into the bucket.
G leaped to his feet ready for the new adventure. "This I've got to see." He walked up the ramp to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.
Sam followed him with the popcorn tub.
"Linden has piqued my interest."
"And not me?" Sam faked a drawn out pout.
G faced his husband and kissed him. "You always pique my interest, that's a given." He turned back to the kitchen wall and said, "Locate safe room number one."
A map of their home appeared on the wall above the kitchenette's sink.
G stared at the not-so-obvious place displayed on the map. "Okay, how does that work?"
"Good question."
"We've been in there numerous times and never once did I suspect it was a safe room," G said. "Let's go explore our first room of ultimate protection." He took Sam by the hand and they walked toward their kitchen.
"Maybe it's not the ultimate in protection," Sam said.
"I guarantee it is because neither one of us noticed it."
They stopped in front of the biggest pantry either one of them had ever seen.
G opened the four foot wide door to the ten foot wide by twenty foot long room. "I had wondered why the room was longer and wider than most pantries I've read about." He stepped inside and walked toward the end of the duo, cabinet-lined corridor. "I saw one like this in a magazine once, but it was never this long." G reached the far end of the corridor and eyed the odd looking wall before him. "Where's the keys?"
"Remember I gave you a second set yesterday."
"Stupid me left it on the beside table."
"You beat me to the punch," Sam said. "I suggest you keep it on you at all times."
"Maybe you should buy me a necklace for it."
"How about a dog collar?" He winked at G.
"That's going to cost you… later."
"Why not now in this new place to christen?"
"Don't you wish." G took the keys out of Sam's hand and stepped back a few feet. "Open sesame."
A door opened in the wall.
G stared into the dimly lit room.
Sam bumped him from behind. "What's the matter now? Forget your gun?" He smirked.
"That's two." G entered the corridor and examined the walls which looked identical to the ones in the pantry section. "You don't suppose these cabinets contain pantry items."
"I don't suppose they contain items found in a regular pantry." Sam opened the first dark-stained solid oak cabinet to his left, exposing a full arsenal of weapons and protective gear.
"Looks as if they stocked it for an invasion," G said, examining the contents. "Semi-automatic assault weapons? Seriously?"
"Every kind of weapon and accessory needed to fight off a well-armed enemy," Sam said, closing the cabinet and opening the one next to it.
"Okay, over-the-top."
"I'll say."
The cabinet contained the latest and highest tech bullet proof armor with special gear for children and someone who's pregnant.
"Okay, I'd say someone preplanned this one to the max," G said. "And I thought I was paranoid."
"Obviously not as much as whomever planned this safe room," Sam said. He closed the cabinet and opened the two on the opposite wall. "Simply boring and ordinary."
"Well, a man's got eat sometime."
"You mean a pregnant man's gotta eat."
"Okay, rub it in, so I've been pigging out lately," G said.
"Lately?" Sam rubbed G's protruding abdomen. "I'm glad we don't foot the bill for food during your pregnancy."
"Maybe it's spiked with hormones?"
"Nope, already asked Linden about that."
"Yeah, this time my living womb produces the hormones needed for sustaining the pregnancy." G closed the cabinets on his right and opened the next two on his left. "Looks like my kind of food."
"If you eat like that," Sam said, eyeing the candy and goodies of all kinds, "you'll be more rotund then you should be." He closed the doors. "At least the kids will love that cabinet."
"Odd place next to the weaponry." G pressed Sam against the cabinet. "You'd better go close the door. I'm feeling amorous again."
Sam said, "Close sesame."
"Seriously?"
"Too lazy to figure out how to close it another way."
"Figures," G said, surrounding Sam's waist with his arms and kissing him.
"Let's finish our exploration," Sam said, kissing G back.
"And who says I'm not exploring the goods in this safe room." G reached his hands down to Sam's buttocks and squeezed them.
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"Well, I've finished that investigation," G said, climbing to his feet and donning his bathrobe.
"I could go for more of that type of inspection." Sam pulled on his bathrobe.
"Better than scrutinizing every square foot of this safe room?"
"Yes, and I want more of you."
G shook his head. "I can't believe we just made love for the past hour and now you want more."
"Why not?"
G continued to explore the remaining cabinets and found a double set of full-sized bunk beds at the far end of the safe room, one set on each side of the hallway. A three piece bathroom with a walk-in shower completed the necessities for a live-in bunker room. "Is there anything they missed?"
"Nope, because here's the table and chairs I wondered if they included." Sam pulled down a table from the wall. It looked like a cabinet. Under it was a bench seat and attached to the table were two chairs. "Clever design."
"You mean like a murphy bed only it's a table."
"You wish it were a murphy bed," Sam said.
"Now who's thinking with that muscle between their legs again?" G winked at him.
"Obsessed with it? Is that it?" Sam surrounded G's waist with an arm and whispered, "You want to screw again?"
"I might take you up on that invitation later, but right now the warning bell is ringing."
"Cramps again, huh?"
"Yeah, I hate this part of the whole thing." G exited the safe room and walked down the pantry's corridor toward the kitchen.
"You game for a tryst on that contraption?" Sam asked.
"A tryst?" G stopped and turned around. In the distance, he watched the safe room's door close automatically. "I'm not certain that's entirely a good idea."
"No sense of adventure."
"Agreed."
"Nope. Chicken."
"More than likely."
Once outside the pantry, Sam and G rushed toward the elevator. G slid inside first and leaned against one wall. Sam came closer to him.
"One try and if it doesn't work…" Sam said, finishing with a passionate kiss.
G wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and kissed him back. "You've got a deal. Once."
They exited the elevator hand in hand and opened the door to the stretching room, as they had nicknamed it. Sam and G disrobed and climbed into the hot tub.
"I think there's more than one safe room," G said.
"That would make perfect sense in a home this size."
"I'd bet there's one in the kids' room." G dunked under the water and then floated on his back. "I believe there's one in every kids' room and our master bedroom."
"I wouldn't go that far."
"You never go that far." G glanced over his shoulder and winked at his husband.
"You goading me for our tryst?"
"Trying to gather the inner strength to go for it myself." G felt his husband's hard erection pressing into his buttocks. In his mind he imagined Sam entering him while he laid on his stomach and the contraption rotated. Instantly, G was as hard as Sam. "Okay, I'm game, let's do it now before I change my mind."
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