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G Bashed

Chapter 7

It was late Monday evening and Sam and G were still smooching in bed after making love several times. They couldn't stop touching each other.

G felt a connection to Sam for the first time in their relationship. His partner wasn't pulling away from him after making love to him. G snuggled backward into him, reaching back and pulling Sam's hips closer to his.

Sam nuzzled his face into G's neck, knowing it was one of his most sensitive spots. He got what sounded close to a squeal from him. Sam laughed.

"You're wicked and I love you anyhow."

"I love you too, sweetheart," Sam said. "Would you be interested in dinner?"

"Didn't we already have breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed?"

"I'm talking about real sustenance, G."

"Lovemaking with you is my sustenance."

"One thing for sure, I won't have to worry about you getting too fat."

G wrapped an arm around Sam's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "What did you have in mind?"

"An omelette for two."

"Sounds good."

Sam wrapped his arms around G and pulled him into a hug. "I had a great time."

"Is that all?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"I'm pulling your leg, Sam."

"Good, stay here while I fix us something to eat."

"I need to talk."

"What about sweetheart?"

"After sex, I still get memories from what the foster dad did to me."

"What kind of memories?"

"Sex, damn it, makes those memories emerge, but I don't want it to happen and I try to push it away."

"Don't push it away," Sam said, "it's there for a reason."

"I don't want it to spoil our wonderful time together." G turned and buried his face in his lover's chest.

"Oh man, not good, what do you need from me?"

"Hold me, just hold me." The moment Sam pulled his lover tighter against his body, tears wet G's face. He lifted his head, resting his chin on his lover's shoulder, tears flowing freely down his face.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, when you're ready to talk, I'm here to listen." He stroked G's back and head and rocked him in his arms.

"Something horrid happened back then." He shivered hard.

"What kind of memory, G?"

"He made me participate with him."

"How?"

"I had to lure the boys to him."

"What?" Sam's jaw dropped. "It wasn't your fault, G, you were an innocent little boy."

"If I didn't do what he wanted, he'd beat me until I lost consciousness."

"That's horrible." He pulled his lover closer. "Glad you can tell me, sweetheart. What do you need from me?"

"What you're doing, Sam, just hold me." He sniffled.

"This man needs to be taken down, needs to be arrested."

"What?" G pulled back and slid off the bed. He grabbed his pants and shirt and dashed into the bathroom. Before he could lock the bathroom door, Sam pushed his way into the room. "Go."

"No, don't pull away from me."

"I'm, damn." G dressed in his jeans.

"Stop, man." Sam pulled him into his body. "I'm sorry I said that to you. You don't need to do anything with this."

"I'm not." He stepped back from Sam and dressed in his shirt.

"Want some—"

"I'm going home." He slid past his partner and sat on the bed, putting on his shoes.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Damn it, Sam, I can't take this right now," G said. "I didn't expect you to react that way. I can't… no, won't take this man down."

"G, you're no longer the little boy he raped and used."

"You got that right." He sighed. "Now, I work for a highly respected agency and a lawsuit against a man like this isn't going to happen. Remember, I'm supposed to be invisible."

"Hetty can work around that."

"Hetty?" G asked. "I'm not telling her what happened and neither are you. I want none of this in my records. None. Understand me?"

"What if the guy is still a foster father raping children?" Sam asked.

"It's not my problem."

"Not your problem?"

"Yeah." G strode out of the bedroom and grabbed his leather jacket. "I'll call a cab."

"Take your car."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, but I wish you wouldn't leave."

G sighed. "I'm done talking about that ugly man."

"If you are finished then why is it triggering you?"

"Damn it," G said, "where are my keys?"

"Answer that one question and I'll give you the keys."

"No, give me the damned keys!"

"G, listen to me, this isn't over, there's more memories, and you know what you need to do about this, man."

"You forgot already?"

"What?"

"I don't exist." He crossed his arms.

"I told you, Hetty will help with that, she did with me."

"Did what with you?"

Sam sighed and sat on the sofa in the living room. "Remember I told you my ex-wife's divorce was brutal?"

"Yeah, I remember you said that." G leaned against a wall across the room from his partner.

"She sent a PI after me, who delved into every crevasse in my life or tried to, searching for my hidden life which she knew I must have had," Sam said. "She was right to be suspicious. I told Hetty what had transpired and she took matters into her own hands, eliminating the threat and handling the divorce proceedings."

"Hetty did that for you?" G's jaw dropped.

"Yep, she didn't need one of her agents compromised by a snoop."

"This is different, Sam, I, damn it, I'd have to tell her my memories of this guy and what he did to me and other kids."

"It's no different."

"But it is," he said, "I would be exposed and this would go in my records and—"

"G, stop, she'd handle the whole situation, hire the attorneys for the trial, and someone else would appear for you."

"This man, this is different, way different, oh crap, Sam, I was there when he murdered a kid." He covered his mouth and rushed into the bathroom, retching into the toilet several times before collapsing to the floor.

Sam followed his partner, grabbed a washcloth and wet it, and sat on the floor next to him. He wiped G's face and drew him onto his lap, rocking him. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." He stroked his back. "You don't need to do anything."

"I'm terrified of him, a grown man, and I'm terrified of this creep."

"Did you say he murdered a kid?"

"Yeah."

"That's why you don't want to pursue this in a court?"

"Yeah."

"This way you wouldn't have to, G, Hetty hires the best attorney to represent you in the court proceedings and you remain hidden from this hideous man's sight, completely protected by NCIS and its legal department."

"I should've never told you about this."

"I'm not pressuring you to bring this guy to justice."

"Then what?"

"I'm informing you about NCIS's ability to handle the whole proceedings without you being involved at all."

"Okay."

Sam drew G into his chest and hugged him. "I'm so sorry this happened to you."

G wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, resting his head on his chest. "I feel as if I want to cry like a baby. That's stupid."

"If that's what you need to do, sweetheart, I'm here for you."

"But, damn it, Sam, I'm a grown man."

"If it is any consolation, I cried myself to sleep several times during the hell my ex-wife put me through."

"Will you hold me on the bed?" G asked. "I need you to pick me up and cradle me."

Sam stood and drew his lover up with him. He lifted G into his arms and carried him to the bed. "You are a bit overdressed for the occasion, that is if you want skin to skin contact."

"I do." G allowed his lover to undress him.

Sam lifted G into his arms once again and laid on the bed with him. "You're safe."

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