Chapter 9: A/N: Hi guys! I am so, so sorry I haven't posted in like FOREVER! I've been working really hard on a series I'm trying to get published so yeah, it's been a while hasn't it… well this is probably the last part to this little flashyback thing of Zac's. Please R&R! Thank you!
Zac's POV:
Matt returns from coffee with 'his father' seeming to be much happier.
"Bye sweetie, how about you stay with me tonight?" The General suggests, basically inviting Matty to spend a night in his own personal Taj Mahal, say what?!
"Oh, no, I couldn't. I need to stay here with Sammy, he's been through enough alone." Matt states, getting in little digs at his father. "But thanks, Daddy." He answers smiling.
I can't tell if he's being genuine or not, maybe the General can, I don't know but man, that kid has some tact. He's smooth, real smooth.
The General ruffles his hair, placing a kiss on the top of his head. "I love you, Matty. I'll make sure no one sends you boys out until your – emotions, are more settled."
"Okay, thanks Daddy, I love you too. Hey, you should stop and see Sammy when he wakes up."
"Matthew I need you to listen to me baby, I don't think Sam is going to wake up, ever. The doctors and I have, talked and the results don't look hopeful."
Felipe and I look at each other, rather horrified that he say that in front of Matt, I mean, the kid's fragile enough right now. Does he have to tell him that his best friend/brother/boyfriend is going to die? How callus is he?!
Matty burst into tears and nearly collapses on the floor if the General hadn't grabbed him. I glance at Sam's machine-controlled body, hearing the ventilator hissing with every forced breath; my stomach flips. Felipe wraps his arm around me, gently kissing my neck. Meanwhile, Sam's God-awful father shushes Matty, trying to console him and calm him down. It doesn't work real well.
"How about you boys give us a few minutes." The General 'suggests', meaning for us to leave, now.
I nod and we quietly walk out. Deciding to sit at the cafeteria, my fiancé and I grab a bite to eat and try to make conversation. After a few minutes, we head back to our room. I throw on my pajama t-shirt and flannel pants, really just wanting to curl up next to Felipe and fall asleep.
"Oh baby, do you want to go to sleep?" he asks quietly, nuzzling my neck.
I nod sleepily and my fiancé gently takes my hand, leading me over to his bed. We both collapse on the bed, beginning to make out with each other like we always do. His lips are so soft on mine, his tongue so sensual, his hands so gentle yet commanding my mind to give over my body and I comply eagerly, yearning for my fiancé to overtake me. He does in a few short seconds and I fall in love with him, hard, all over again. I am so exhausted and it is far too easy to surrender myself to the hands and mouth of my lover. The minutes blur into one as I lay relatively still underneath Felipe. My brain remembers itself as I involuntarily pull myself into the present and I realize my shirt has been removed.
"Babe," I mumble.
Felipe lick-kisses my neck and chest, I know what is coming next. We've sort of shuffled ourselves all the way into the bed. My fiancé kind of whines and paws at my pelvic bone, his way of asking permission. I smile and give a small nod. My body tingles excitedly with electric, passionate love as Felipe tugs my pajama pants and boxers off snuggling under the sheets to have sex with me.
Four hours later, I awake after making amazing love with the love of my life but I'm still sleepy. I curl up next to my fiancé's warm, naked body, under the sheets, thinking about how much trouble we would get in if a CO came in here but I don't care.
"Felipe,"
"Mnhm." He answers in reply, snuggling closer to me.
"Give me your hand." I state softly.
He knows which one and places his left in mine. Every now and then, I like to admire our wedding bands. We're not married of course because it's not legal but it's not like engagement rings for men exist. Normally, we both wear them all day, every day, no matter if we're out on patrol or not and we always have them on when we sleep together. Since it's frowned upon to be gay in Joint Task Force especially since we're the 'elite' of the military and we shouldn't be screwing around with each other and it's prohibited to be seeing someone who is on your team, we have to be careful with our affection. Save Sammy, Matty, and maybe the General, no one knows we're engaged. Most of our team thinks we each have a wife at home and only a few have asked if we're together, a question we just answer by smiling shyly and walking away, leaving it for them to decide. I sigh softly, happily, kissing my fiancé's ring lightly.
"I love you." I whisper, laying my head on his very tan chest.
He runs his gentle fingers through my hair. "I love you too."
I turn and start to kiss his lips, wrapping my arms around his warm, muscular abdomen. He returns the gesture. We're both still too exhausted to get up and we're in the middle of making out when I hear the door click open. Both of our heads pop up, finding a uniformed figured standing in the doorway.
"Shit." I hiss pushing myself off of my fiancé, sitting up in bed, Felipe does the same.
"Zac? Felipe?" the commander asks, stepping into light of our darkened room. It's Sergeant Herron, our sergeant. "Boys? What – what's going on?"
I lick my lips and keep my gaze downward, only making brief eye contact with him. This is the last way I ever wanted anyone to find out about us.
"Are you boys, descent?" he asks.
"Uh, not exactly. Could you give us a minute, sir?"
He nods. "I'll be waiting in the hall."
I nod in return and he exits. I sigh and we both climb out of bed. I take one last glance at my fiancé's beautiful tan body before we both tug on our boxers, tan t-shirts, and camo sweat pants.
"I'm sorry. I should've locked the door." I whisper to my fiancé, laying my head on his shoulder and placing a light kiss on his neck.
"It's not your fault. You couldn't have known." He answers, kissing my lips. "Whatever happens, I am always going to love you and that is never going to change, no matter what."
I smile and give his hand a light squeeze before we step into the hall preparing to face hell. Our sergeant stands from leaning against the wall. Although I really, ridiculously want to drop my head in submission, embarrassment, and guilt, I force myself to hold it up. I am not embarrassed for loving Felipe and I am not ashamed of having sex with him. I notice Felipe's head bowing slightly. He caves rather easily under pressure and I know he is feeling very anxious about this whole ordeal not wanting to be the cause of our crew transfer, possibly disgracing both of us and the termination our careers.
"Boys, I came to tell you that I'm worried about Matty and I think you should be too. I think he's going over the deep end. I went in to check up on he and Sam, and he was real quiet, only answered my questions in a few words and he acted real depressed. Zac, Felipe, I'm afraid Matty's going to harm himself."
"Oh god," Felipe breathes, involuntarily reaching for my hand. "Do you think he would try to take his life?"
"I sure hope not, buddy. But I thought you guys would get through to him more than I could."
"Okay, thanks Sarge. We'll definitely go talk to him." I answer.
Sarge nods, beginning to walk away and then turns back around. "Oh and about earlier, let's keep that between us, alright? Just don't let me catch you, again."
I smile widely. "Thank you, sir." I throw my arms around his neck, sharply pulling back in less than a minute. "I'm sorry, sir, that was way out of line. My apologies."
Sarge drops his head, smiling and laughing softly. "C'mere boy." He urges playfully, pulling me into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around me. I embrace him as well.
"Thank you." I whisper into his ear.
He nods, his hand running through my dark, brown hair. We gently pull apart and he French kisses my cheek. He leaves, as do we. As we walk a few doors down the hall, we hear yelling from their room. I can distinctly hear The General's gruff, yet pleading voice and Matt's high-pitched, furious screams. My head snaps to the side to glance bug-eyed at Felipe, what are they fighting about now?
"I can't do this!" Matt screams. "How could you?! You're a monster! I hate you! I hate you so much! I wish I never knew you!"
The General stands helpless to defend himself in the center of the room, standing next to his son's motionless body.
"Matt, Matthew!" he cries.
Matty however, pushes past his father, running blinded by tears, down the hall, something black and shiny in his hand.
"Matty!" The General shouts. "He's got a gun." He states grimly, glancing at us.
"Oh my god." Felipe breathes, grabbing my hand, running down the hall after him. "Matt! Matty! Baby please! Please Matty!"
He disappears around a corner. Felipe screams for him again. We follow him around the corner, wondering where he went until we heard a gunshot next to us. We jump and drop to the ground. Felipe runs into the bathroom that's right beside us.
"Oh my god! Matty!" he screams.
The General and I follow, a little bit behind him. Matt lay motionless on the bathroom floor, a pool of blood leaking out of a bullet wound a few inches below his heart. Felipe loses it, screaming at The General, pleading for Matt to stay with him.
"His pulse is weak, he's hardly breathing. Get a medic here and get him into surgery. Stay with me Matty." Felipe pleads.
A team of medics rush in, scooping his body off the floor and rushing him into surgery. Felipe rubs his hands over his fluffy black hair. I wrap my arms around him, trying to console him through his sobs. I take him back to our room and he cries for hours. I go out a few times to see how Matt is making out. Seven hours later, Matt emerges from surgery, stable.
A few weeks later Sam wakes up, briefly and Matty is on the road to recovery.
I explain most of this to Jules, who absorbs the information.
"A few months or so later, Felipe was killed, then Matt was shot and now, Sam's gone." I mumble, a few tears leaking from eyes.
Jules squeezes my shoulder, giving me a bit of comfort. I miss them, I miss them all so much.
Sam's POV:
Aw Zac, c'mon sweetie, don't think we don't miss you either. I wrap my arms about Zac's waist, sitting in bed next to him. Man, I missed the old Zac, the one I knew before Felipe was killed.
"I'm still here buddy. Least for a little while." I murmur, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
It's been a long night.
A/N: Thanks for reading guys! Sorry for the wait. Please review!