This is one whacked out chapter. I had fun writing it.

Let's Get It On

Chapter 11

Sam laid next to his partner on a double-sized pool air mattress in the swimming pool. G stirred and started to turn sideways, believing he was lying on the bed. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Sam said, wrapping an arm his partner's shoulders. G raised his head and glanced at his surroundings. "You fell asleep in my arms."

"I'm not going to ask how you managed to get me onto this."

"You were out cold. You ready for dinner?" Sam asked.

"Starving."

"Stay on the mattress and I'll steer you over to our table." Sam pecked him on the mouth and slid into the water. He grasped the rope on the air mattress and guided it toward a floating table anchored by the deep end steps.

"This is romantic." The lights Sam promised he would find at night glowed in reds and purples underwater. "And this?"

"Magic fingers." Sam moved his fingers in the air. He tied the raft to the floating table. Sam joined him on the air mattress again. G grabbed a carrot slice and started to dip it into some dressing. Sam stopped him. "Allow me to feed you."

"I bet you want to feed me more than this." G smirked.

"Patience. That comes later."

He opened his mouth and accepted the dip covered carrot slice that Sam offered him.

"Good?"

"Delicious dip."

"I've got some questions."

"Shoot."

"Do you believe that our unsub is the same man you met years ago?"

"Some things are similar, some things are not."

"You said it seemed to be older than the first guy you met."

"That too. Maybe it's the drug and being in his proximity stoned on it."

Sam fed him another vegetable.

G licked his finger too. "Delicious finger food." He smacked his lips.

"Later."

"No, now." G wrapped an arm around Sam's neck and drew him down for a kiss.

"Come on, let's finish eating first."

"I want you."

"Later."

"No." G pulled him closer and wrapped both arms around his neck. The action tossed them both into the pool, G still holding onto his partner's body. He reached down to brush against his partner's groin.

Sam shot up to the surface and drew G backward against his body. "Enough."

"No." He surrounded his partner's back and drew him closer. "I need you now."

"Can't this wait?"

"Nope," he said, panting with desire. "Put it in me."

"What?"

"You heard me. I need you inside me."

"That's enough!" Sam flipped him around and grasped his shoulders. "You and I need to eat and then we'll have a good time."

"Screw that!" G reached down and brushed his hand against Sam's growing member. "This tells me a different story." He cupped his partner's face in both hands and pressed his lips to Sam's, forcing his tongue inside his always minty fresh, hot mouth. G broke off the kiss. "Bite me on the neck."

Sam's jaw dropped open. "I don't do vampire imitations."

"Dammit, bite me, I need you to bite me. Suck on my neck. Hurry."

"Something's off with you."

"Yes, lack of sex." He lowered his mouth to Sam's neck. "I'll show you."

Sam pulled his partner's head up until their eyes met. "Enough. Don't you dare bite me."

"Damn you, I need this or I need you to bite and suck me."

"Neither one is going to happen."

G jerked away and swam toward the infinity edge.

Sam reached the deep end's ledge before his partner and sat down to wait for him. "You're pouting about this?" he asked.

"Give me what I want or I'll scream and let everyone know you're raping me."

"What has gotten into you?"

"You!"

Sam swam off the step and came behind him, wrapping his arms around his partner's waist. G flailed his arms and kicked his legs. Sam surrounded his partner's legs with a scissors lock and secured his partner's writhing arms.

"Release me!"

"When you calm down."

"Screw you."

Sam moved closer to the infinity edge. "I suggest you calm yourself before we both go over the edge."

"Into the abyss?" G glanced over his shoulder into Sam's eyes.

"What?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"The damned abyss that's going to swallow me up in its enticing maelstrom," G said, gasping for air after his frenzied quest for sex with Sam.

"What have you been drinking?" Sam moved toward the deep end steps and the floating table where he stashed his cell phone.

"Nothing but pool water," G said, deadpan.

He grabbed his cell phone and tossed it on the deck with it dialed and the speakerphone open.

"Yes, Mr. Hanna," Hetty said.

"I've got serious problems with G," he said. "It appears he needs that antidote sooner rather than later. You're going to need more than those two doctors and my help to give it to him."

"We're on our way."

"We're in the pool, naked."

"I understand."

Sam turned his cell phone off and edged toward the shallow end.

"I'm not going to make this easy," G said.

"Didn't think you would." He flipped over on his back and released his partner's legs.

"They're not drugging me. All I wanted was you."

"And me to bite you."

"Okay, I'll bite you instead if that will make you happy." G flailed his legs.

"No biting. Period. Understood? I don't care if you understand. It won't be happening," Sam said. "Thanks for helping me swim."

G thrashed his legs harder. "Screw you!"

"More power." Sam reached the shallow end twice as fast. He stood and started walking up the beach entry shallow end to the pool deck. "I'm going to give you a choice. Either your bathrobe or nakedness."

"Don't care bastard!"

"Suite yourself." He laid on a chaise lounge and switched holding positions to his partner's legs, releasing his arms. Sam pulled on a bathrobe. He changed positions again, releasing his partner's legs and holding his arms this time with one arm. Sam wrapped the bathrobe around his body and tied it. "Once more. Nakedness or bathrobe?"

"No, you! Damn it, I wanted you to screw me. I don't want to get screwed by doctors. I wanted to get screwed by you. Just do it already. NOW!"

Sam stood and sidestepped G toward the bathroom door. "I guess that's your final answer."

"Yes," G said with a gasping and raspy voice.

"Sounds as if you screamed yourself out."

"Got lots more in me."

"I'll bet you do." Sam opened the bathroom door and grabbed a towel off a rack. "Perhaps a towel would meet with your approval."

"No!" G flailed his legs.

Sam pushed him against a wall outside the bathroom and lowered his voice. "I suggest you stop or we'll both end up on the floor."

"And screwing."

"No with me flattening your ass on the floor," he said. "That's going to hurt you more than me."

"At least I'll be getting something out of this crappy deal."

"What?" Sam eyebrows lifted high. "I'm walking toward the living room. Either you're going with me peacefully or I'll pick you up and throw you over my shoulder."

"You don't have the strength."

"You going to resist me and find out?"

"At this point, I want one thing—"

"I get it." Sam lifted his partner into his arms. G writhed his body and kicked his legs and screamed. Sam hoisted his frenzied partner over his right shoulder and continued toward the living room.

"Stop! I'll wear a bathrobe. Stop!"

Sam lowered his partner to the bed and threw him a towel. "Dry off." He entered the bathroom and returned with a bathrobe for him. Sam found his partner on the bed exposing himself in a lecherous manner. "Come on, G, those doctors are going to come through those doors with you acting as if you're a sex crazed maniac."

"Well, I am." He licked his lips in an enticing way. "Come over here big guy and bite my neck."

Instead Sam tossed him the bathrobe. "Get it on."

"I've been trying to do that with you for almost the past half hour." G picked up the bathrobe and twirled it over his head. "I do a mean strip tease act." He climbed to his feet and jumped up and down on the bed, waving the bathrobe in the air in a sensuous circle. On occasion he paused and rotated his hips in a salacious invitation for his partner to have his way with him, and afterward he started bouncing up and down again on the bed. G stopped and started singing the chorus to Marvin Gaye's Let's Get It On and gyrating his hips in a lewd movement suggesting what he desired.

Sam stepped closer to him and raised his voice above his partner's risqué and sensual dance. "Put the bathrobe on, now."

G stopped jumping up and down on the bed. "Or you'll?"

"Spank your already sore butt."

"Sounds too kinky even for you."

"Keep it up and find out."

G rotated his hips extra slow in another titillating sensual dance, asking his partner to follow through with his warning and not believing he would do it.

Sam wrestled G into his arms and positioned his squirming body over his knees face down. "Count them for me."

"You're not serious."

"You've pushed this too far."

"For sex? I'll do anything for sex with you," G said. "What's wrong with you is what you should be asking, not what's wrong with me."

"At least you'll know that I'd never paddle your behind with a pizza peel." Sam swatted G's upturned pink buttocks five times in a row in rapid succession.

"Crap! That hurts!" He covered his bottom with both hands. "You can't be serious. My butt hurts too much already."

"Stand down."

G scrambled off his partner's lap and grabbed the bathrobe. He dressed in it and kneeled before Sam.

"No funny business."

He panted and said, "Nothing funny about being so horny you think you'll go crazy without sex."

Sam ignored him and stood. "Follow me."

Out in the living room, they sat side by side on the black leather sofa waiting for Hetty and the doctors to arrive.

Sam wrapped an arm around his partner's shoulders and whispered, "Sorry I had to spank you."

"I know you tried to supercharge me with endorphins."

"Yes, and I hope you can stay calm long enough for the doctors to treat you."

"That makes two of us," G said, leaning into Sam's warm body.