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Yogurt
Chapter 14
"This is impossible," Dr. Markus said, "I need to see you in the hospital. I want to set up a thorough examination."
"Doesn't the ultrasound do that?" G asked.
"No, I need to use the one at the hospital. It's going to involve an internal type ultrasound."
"I don't like the sound of that." Sam's hot member inside him was one thing. No one was going to stick anything else up there. No one. "I'm not going." He flashed back to that room which echoed in a building somewhere in Los Angeles.
"Come on, G," Sam said, grasping his lover's hand and stroking it. "You need to find out what's going on."
"Damn."
Dr. Markus wiped the transducer gel off his patient.
G pulled up his comforter and tucked it around himself. "I have to go through that same strange entrance into the hospital?"
"Unfortunately, that's more true now than it was earlier in your pregnancy."
"This sucks."
"I'll schedule a check-in time for later on tonight when the obstetrics practice is less busy."
"Joy of joys." G rolled away from his partner and his doctor and faced the opposite wall. The door closed and he sighed.
Sam stroked his lover's back. "Scoot over."
G scooted over to accommodate his lover's wishes. "Hold me."
Sam wrapped an arm around his waist.
"This freaks me out."
"Me too."
"You're no help." G laughed.
"Glad you think this is funny."
"I don't. I expected to get support from you. We're like two peas in a pod."
"Nope."
"My opinion."
"Only when we have sex are we like two peas in a pod."
"Nasty picture." G laughed.
"You're the pod and—"
"You don't need to go into details. I get it." Although his mind rehashed the details again and again, and he loved every moment of the lewd fancies and fantasies which came to him, especially after Sam was aggressive with him. Sam's behavior fueled his desire for sex. He dreamt sex. Ate sex. Showered sex. And Sam was the center of everything.
After the lab technicians left their house yesterday afternoon to test the other men who gotten pregnant and lived, G found himself craving the yogurt in the contaminated refrigerator. He gave into his desires. G brought a container of yogurt from the new refrigerator and placed it into the old refrigerator. The yogurt in the new refrigerator tasted off.
"I'm hungry."
"Again?" Sam asked.
"Food hungry," G said. He pulled on aqua toned sweats and left the bedroom. G hoped to finish his raid of the refrigerator before his lover came out. Upon entering the kitchen, he found the refrigerator door sealed with a padlock. "What in the hell?"
"I can't tell a lie. I sealed it shut earlier this morning after you fell asleep the second time," Sam said, stepping into the kitchen behind his lover.
"Open it."
"Nope."
G flipped on heels and got in Sam's face. "Open it or I'll get a lock cutter."
"Nope."
"Why?"
"I told Hetty about finding new yogurt in this refrigerator, and told me to shut it down."
"I need it." Feeling strange, G leaned against the refrigerator door.
"You don't look so good." Sam took G by the arm and brought him into the living room. "Sit."
G collapsed on the sofa. His vision started to get cloudy with gray spots. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back. G leaned forward and placed his head between his knees. "I need that yogurt." G panted, hoping to stop the strange feelings in his body. It worked so far.
"This is the first time you felt this way?"
G lifted his head. "No, I passed out in the hallway while trying to get the yogurt from one refrigerator to the other." Black dots infiltrated his vision. Bile rose to the back of his throat. G buried his head between his knees.
"When?"
G mumbled. "Earlier this morning."
"You feigned sleep?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, and I'm not apologizing. Damn it, I need that yogurt."
"You think this yogurt is your panacea."
"It's the only thing which stopped the blacking out," G said, rubbing his temples and swallowing down the bile.
"Blacking out?"
"Yeah, okay, I didn't pass out in the hallway, I blacked out."
"Let me check you out." Sam sat next to him.
G pushed Sam's hand away from his head. "Just leave me alone."
"Don't fight me."
"You're the one fighting me and my natural need."
"I wouldn't exactly call that a natural need."
G sighed. "How would you know? You're not pregnant."
"You've got me there. If you allow me to check you out, I'll allow you one bite to see what happens with your symptoms."
"I tested that theory already. One bite doesn't cut it. Try three." G panted. The feeling threatened once again. It came in waves, and these were worse than the last ones.
"Okay, three."
"I can't wait for your examination."
"What?"
With slurred and barely audible speech G said, "Symptoms worsened." He toppled forward, falling to the carpet, his head missing the coffee table by inches.
Sam rushed over to the refrigerator and unlocked it. He grabbed a spoon and the yogurt. Sam set them on the coffee table. He kneeled on the carpet and brought G to a sitting position with his back to the sofa. "G?" Sam lightly patted his lover's face to rouse him. "Come on, man."
G moaned and opened his eyes. "What the? Did I? Damn. Not again."
"Here, let me feed you." Sam offered his lover a heaping spoonful of the yogurt.
G opened his mouth and choked on the yogurt.
"This isn't good. I'm gonna call the doctor."
G held up his hand.
"Okay, I'll wait until you've had three or die trying to eat three spoonfuls."
G pointed to his mouth.
Sam scooped another heaping spoonful into his lover's mouth. He observed changes in G's face and skin. A complete switch occurred from an ashen look of impending death to a pinkish tinge to his skin.
G started to point to his mouth.
Sam offered his lover the spoon and quart size yogurt container. "Feeling better?"
"Way better."
"You look better too. Eat as much as you want."
"And you'll make me submit to one of your specialized examinations." G dipped his spoon into the thick, rich Toasted Coconut Vanilla Greek Yogurt.
"You mean the one you cancelled with the hospital at the last minute?" Sam asked.
"No one, and I mean no one is gonna stick another thing inside of me!"
"Your doctor needs to examine you, and now I tend to agree with him."
"No." G scooped a heaping spoonful of yogurt into his mouth.
"I'm calling him."
"No. Feeling better."
"I hope that doesn't include me," Sam said.
G glanced at him sideways.
"What you said about someone sticking something inside you."
"Oh, that. Company not included."
"Phew. That's a relief."
"Here I am almost dying, because you won't allow me to eat my yogurt, and all you think about is sex." G winked at him.
"At least let me call Hetty and tell her about this."
"Okay." G finished half of the yogurt while listening to his partner's voice. He tried to understand what they were saying, but it was next to impossible. The strange sensations inside his body bothered him too much to focus on anything outside himself.
"G?"
He looked up from the container of yogurt.
"Did you hear a word I just said?"
"Apparently not." G smirked. It was a half-hearted attempt to appear as if he cared to know what his partner said. "When's she coming over?"
"She'll be here in less than ten minutes."
"Does she live next door now?"
"She happened to be in the neighborhood."
G sighed. "She always just happens to be in the neighborhood."
Sam took the yogurt container from his partner.
"You're planning to examine me while she's here?"
"Nope. Following orders."
G wondered what those orders entailed. He had missed the cellphone conversation. G started to stand.
Sam pushed his lover back down onto the carpet. "Stay."
"I'm not a your puppy." G laughed.
"Not funny. Just stay right there close to the ground."
"So I don't have far to fall, is that it? I won't black out again for a while."
"How long is that?" Sam asked.
G sighed. "I didn't time it like you timed our sex."
"That's a pity." Sam chuckled.
G shook his head.
Hetty entered their home and sat on the sofa. "Let me get this straight. You black out when you don't get enough of the contaminated yogurt."
"Let's get this straight. I'm pregnant and for me that yogurt isn't contaminated," G said, huffing out his indignation.
"That's one way of putting it, Mr. Callen, but the fact remains that we don't know exactly what those combinations of drugs do to you."
"That's a lie." G started to stand again.
Sam blocked him.
"What is this about?"
"Just what it looks like," Sam said, pushing his lover back down onto the carpet again.
"Mr. Callen, we've enlisted the help of one of those men who survived and is pregnant again."
"An experiment." G held his spoon up and stared at it. "Don't ask me to volunteer for one of your experiments."
Hetty gave her lead agent an odd look. "That's why I asked one of them. Until we know what this does to you—"
"Damn it! I know what it does when I don't have it. Speaking of that, where's more. I need more."
"How much have you had since we discovered the refrigerator was contaminated?" Hetty asked.
"Does it really matter? Yogurt." He glanced upward at Sam and then over to Hetty. They both had the same look on their faces. He wasn't imagining it. "What's going on?" G glanced at them again. "You're waiting for me to have a reaction. Is that it? You're colluding with her? Seriously? I can't believe this!" G pulled himself onto the sofa. "I'm finished with this crap." He stood and used the sofa's raised armrest to steady himself.
"You need to sit down before you fall down," Sam said.
"Nope. I need that yogurt. Just give it to me! Now!" G staggered to the kitchen, using the walls and furniture to keep from collapsing to the floor in a heap. He felt as if he were in one of those mazes, bouncing off the walls which lead somewhere he couldn't see. His vision clouded again with black spots.
Sam beat him to the refrigerator. "None until she's gone."
"You want me to black out so she can see it for herself. Is that it?"
Sam lowered his voice. "She asked me to do it."
"So you follow her orders even if they harm me," G said.
"Not my first choice—"
"So step aside and let me get my yogurt."
Sam positioned himself in front of the refrigerator door and folded him arms.
G teetered on his feet and stumbled backward, catching himself on the kitchen island's countertop. He steadied himself against the island and leaned over, pressing his head close to his knees.
"Come on, sit down before you fall down," Sam said.
G flipped around and faced the countertop. He leaned over it, panting for air. G was close to another black out. "Give it…." G grabbed the edges of the island and held on tight. Bile rose to the back of his throat. Closer.
Hetty entered the kitchen. She performed a head to foot assessment of her lead agent with her eyes.
Breathless G said, "Don't just stare at me. Give me the damnable yogurt."
"Give it to him," Hetty said, eyeing her other agent, "I'll be in touch within in few days." She left the kitchen.
Sam came over and spoon fed his lover the yogurt.
"Don't… ever… do… that… again…." G lowered his head to the island's countertop and allowed his partner to spoon more yogurt into his waiting and open mouth.
"Last time." Sam took a spoonful of yogurt and savored the flavor.
"Hey, I need that."
"Don't worry, Hetty agreed to order several cases if I agreed to put you through this."
"You bribed her?"
"Why not?" Sam spooned more yogurt into his lover's mouth. He set the container and spoon on the countertop. Sam eyed his lover. "You know, that's a great position."
"Thinking with your cock again." G smirked.
"I hope you're not angry with me."
"About this? Nope. I got my yogurt in cases for it."
Sam came behind his lover and pressed him into the countertop. "Damn, that yogurt gets me worked up. Even the smell of it acts like an aphrodiasac."
"Seriously? An aphrodiasac?"
"Maybe it's seeing you vulnerable, stretched over the island countertop in a sexually suggestive pose." Sam chuckled.
"I'm not posing or proposing anything," G said, licking the yogurt off his lips.
"You know what that sound does to me."
"Makes you hungry for more yogurt?"
"You're full of it this morning," Sam said, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist. "Yeah, something like that. I'm hungry for my yogurt-loving man." He kissed the back of G's neck.
G glanced over his shoulder. He started to open his mouth to counter his lover's banter. Instead he saw something different about his kitchen. "Stop." G shrugged his shoulders, extricating his lover from his back.
"Seriously, stop?" Sam asked, stepping backward. "I thought we're going for it."
"Sam, seriously, stop." Feeling better, he moved back from hugging the kitchen island and faced the refrigerator. "I don't know why I never noticed that before."
"Noticed what?" Sam looked in the same direction, attempting to ascertain what his partner had discovered.
"The refrigerator." G smirked.
"The refrigerator? You've been gorging on the yogurt in the refrigerator and never noticed it?"
G laughed. "No, that's not it." He sighed and approached the spot where he remembered the refrigerator had been. "Someone's moved it."
"I'm confused."
"Doesn't take much." G faced his lover and winked at him.
"Quick wit."
"Only when I've had my supply of yogurt… and you."
"Glad you added me into the equation," Sam said.
"Me too." G wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and drew him down for a passionate, sloppy kiss. "Now where were we? Ah, yes, over the island."