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Interviewer Faux Pas

Chapter 21

"Ready?" Sam asked his husband as they finally exited their bedroom suite after four hours of the hottest sex they'd ever had.

"I think so." G feigned a limp to razz his husband more than he'd already razzed him for the past two hours.

"Seriously?" Sam pulled him back inside their suite and pressed him against the wall. "You're messing with me again?"

All G could do was nod. Their new faces got him so turned on and the pheromones kicking in too made for the hottest he'd ever felt with his husband.

Sam licked him up the side of his face.

"Damn. If you don't stop…."

"And who started this round?"

"Okay, uncle. Seriously this time."

Sam stroked between their legs and grasped his husband's hard cock. "At least this thing is back to normal."

"Who would've ever thought that the internal massager was going to fix it?"

"You know without this appendage working fully, having sex wouldn't be half the fun."

"I don't know about that. Your dreadlocks have got me fully turned on." G reached out and grasped a handful, pulling Sam into another long, sensuous kiss.

"Look who's starting something now." Sam placed his hands on either side of G's head and went in for the kill. He smothered his husband's face in hungry kisses.

G wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and kept him close.

A rap on the door startled them both out of their passionate lovemaking.

"You guys are on in ten minutes."

G lowered his voice to a whisper. "I know I can't come in ten minutes." He winked at Sam.

"If you don't watch out I'll molest you during your interview."

"It's your interview too."

"Ah. Is that where this is going?"

G released his husband's dreads and sighed. "Wherever you want it to go big man." He winked at him.

"Big man again? Is that it?" Sam entangled a hand in G's long red hair. "Glad he added the extensions like I requested." He brought G into a sloppy kiss and let go.

G stepped away knowing this could only end up on the round bed with another four-hour, hot, lovemaking session.

"Chicken." Sam followed him toward the interview room.

"Definitely don't go there because in the middle of the mundane interview I could easily jump your bones and take you to the floor."

"You?" Sam laughed and slid his arm around G's waist. "This I gotta see."

G entered the small room first. The first interview was to be conducted through Skype. He thought of all of them, this he could handle. G sat on the love seat next to his husband.

The makeup artist brought over an airbrush and added some last minute touches to both of their faces and then left.

"Ready you two?" Linden asked as he came into the room.

"As we'll ever be." Sam slipped an arm around his husband's waist.

"Remember Callen, if you don't feel comfortable, pass on the question.

"You need to help him with this, Sam. Protect your husband at all costs. This pregnancy is a priority over this interview."

"Got you." Sam squeezed G's waist.

G sighed and leaned into his husband.

Linden exited the room. Before he closed the door he said, "They'll see Callen from the knees up to his face. It's part of the contract that they can view your enlarged belly. I'll say they'll be quite satisfied with the growth of it over the last week." Linden left.

"You hear that? At least someone's satisfied," G said, nudging his husband in the ribs.

"That's definitely gonna cost you during our next romp between the sheets."

The lights came down and they both lowered their voices to a whisper, planning out the next four-hour lovemaking session on the round bed.

"Gentlemen." A somewhat disembodied voice spoke from the screen.

With his husband by his side G felt more at ease until this moment. He looked up from his seat into the eyes of the interviewer on Skype. "Yes, we're ready."

"One of our viewers has a question right off. If you don't mind we're broadcasting this live with call-in listeners asking questions."

G eyed Sam. Since when was this part of the agreement?

Suddenly the connection closed and Linden rushed into the room. He disconnected the screen and shut everything down. "That's an absolute no go, Callen. I'm sorry. It wasn't part of the contract and therefore isn't allowed."

Sam reached out and touched G's arm. "We good?"

"No." G stood and left the small enclosure.

Sam started to follow him.

"I'd let him be if I were you. He needs to gather his wits." Linden left.

Sam strolled out of the room and stayed back from his husband. He knew the look by now; the man was about to disappear, best not push it.

G flipped on his heels and hurried outside to the deck. He made it just in time to the railing, vomiting in dry heaves over it and grasping the railing until his knuckles turned white.

Sam came beside him with a warm, wet washcloth and a hand towel.

"Nothing came up this time. Thought for certain I was going to lose whatever I ate in the last twenty-four hours."

Sam stroked G's back. "I'm here. Whatever you need from me—"

G motioned for him to stop talking. He took in some deep breaths, trying to stave off another wave of nausea.

"Cuddle time?"

All G could do was nod.

Sam grasped his hand and guided him to the bedroom. Once inside he stripped fast and gently removed his husband's clothes and brought him onto the bed with him. Sam wrapped his arms around G's chest and drew him back snug against him. "The offer still stands. Whatever."

#

Hours later G awakened first from their nap and stayed seated on the side of the bed.

"Dollar," Sam said.

"That's definitely what inflation's done to that penny it would've cost you."

"I see you're in a better mood."

"Just slightly.

"Though now I'm worried about the money they offered us and then tricked us into this radio-show like interview."

"I wouldn't worry about that. Linden's a shrewd negotiator. He'll handle it just fine."

"I'll bet."

Sam slid behind his husband and surrounded his back. "Seriously, you doing okay?"

"Yes, for now."

"Good. Let's get dressed and go talk to Linden."

G entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Sam came in behind his husband and started washing him. "That feels exquisite and relaxing."

"Thought it might."

Fifteen minutes later they were dressed and ready to meet with Linden.

G opened the door from their bedroom suite and stared at Linden and a group of men sitting on the sofas. He quickly ducked back inside the room and closed the door behind him. "Did you know?"

"Know what? You've got a secret behind you?"

"No!

"I think the interviewers are out there in our lounge meeting with Linden."

"No idea. I'll go out and see what's up and then come and get you. Okay?"

G stepped aside and Sam left the bedroom suite. He wished there was a peep hole in the door so he could see out into the lounge area. He cupped his hand to the door and listened to the conversation. Definitely the men from the interviews. Great. He backed up and waited for the door to open.

Sam entered and closed the door. "They're profusely apologizing for their faux pas."

"They call that a faux pas? That was a contract violation!" G folded his arms.

"Okay. Yes, that's what they said as well."

"Well, at least they admitted it."

"Not only that, Linden has made them add dollars to the contractual agreement for the violation. And he canceled the second interview, pending further developments."

G sighed. "I'm beginning to think that Linden is possibly on our sides."

"You think so.

"Okay, they want to do the interview out there."

G backed up further and sat on the bed. "I don't know about this."

"You can say no."

Sam sat beside him. "Another cuddle session?"

"No, I'm good." He snuggled into his husband side. "I'll definitely need some time on that internal massager after this interview."

"That stressed out over it?"

G stood and grasped the door handle.

Sam surrounded him and kept the door shut. "If sex is what you need right now, let's do it."

"Close but not quite there."

"Okay, man, but you'd better let me know when you do need it."

"I promise. Pheromones are just starting to stir deep within me."

Sam released his hold and opened the door for both of them.

#

G and Sam sat close to one another, practically on top of each other on one sofa facing two men.

Without a screen and the Skype connection between them, G felt completely exposed. He resisted the urge to bury his face behind his husband. Any closer and he'd be either under Sam's lap or on it. He slipped his left arm around Sam's lower back and snuggled closer. G couldn't hide his protruding belly any more or for that matter, any part of his body from these men.

Sam picked up on his husband's nervousness right away and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Gentlemen," one of the men said. He had almost white blond hair. Maybe he spent too much time in the sun G thought, trying to keep his mind off the next word to come from the guy's mouth. "I'm Freemont, last name, most people call me Montee though. My apologies for earlier. It won't happen again." Montee looked above where Sam and G were sitting. Linden stood behind them. "He insists I follow his protocol or I'll be out a considerable amount of money with nothing to show for it.

"I've got some questions for you now. Then I've got a couple of questionnaires which I'll give you to fill out at your leisure. As with any of these questions I ask or those questionnaires, you've got the right to decline answering them.

"Shall we begin?"

G glanced at Sam and then over his shoulder to Linden. "Okay. Ready." Then in the next thought his mind went to their no longer disguised voices. "I've got one question, Linden."

"I know what you're about to ask. See that recording device on the coffee table between you? It automatically alters your voices."

G released a pent up sigh. "Now I'm ready."

"When did you first want to become pregnant?"

G stared at the guy as if he had two heads.

Sam nudged G's back.

G nudged him back. "Ever since I can remember after I became an adult."

"Why?"

"I grew up in the foster care system and foster homes. I wanted to love children the way I was never loved."

"Have you fulfilled that desire in a satisfactory way?"

"Beyond that."

"Next question. Have you ever lost a baby during childbirth?"

G kept his mouth shut. His eyes moistened enough that if he blinked a tear or two would definitely fall down his face.

Sam tightened his hold on his husband's shoulders.

"Remember you can decline to answer."

"He declines," Sam said, finally.

"No…I'll answer the question, but only so far. Yes."

"It's obvious how you feel about that so I won't ask about your feelings."

"I'll say this much. It was almost the end of me wanting any more children. I did everything right. It was the first living womb. The completely experimental one. The prototype." G looked up at Linden.

Linden said, "Yes, the first prototype of a living womb."

"Next question. How does it feel to carry within you the ability to take your husband's sperm and create a living , breathing baby?"

G never gave that part of the living womb a thought. It just never occurred to him to dwell on that aspect of giving birth to a baby, let alone babies. Scientifically it meant that he somehow possessed the counterpart to the sperm, the egg. His body had been the egg donor. Damn. "Never gave it a thought until you asked me."

"How about when you give birth? How does that experience feel?"

"Difficult to explain. I'm bringing a life into this world."

"Two lives at a time. It looks like you and your husband's genes are playing a huge role in giving birth to twins each time. It's remarkable and quite rare."

G sighed and tightened his grip on Sam's waist. "I feel honored to bring them into this world. That's about all I can say right now." The experience was more emotional and thought provoking than he imagined it would be. And that urge to have Sam in him had now grown to a fever pitch deep within his belly. He released his hold on Sam and stood, hurrying to the bedroom door before he lost it and grabbed his husband's hand and shoved it between his legs.

The moment he entered the bedroom, G slammed the door, stripped off his clothes, and climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees, ready to be pummeled by Sam.

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