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AMA Bash

Chapter 13

G kicked his legs backward, the only maneuver left for him against his partner. Sam scissor locked his legs around G's legs and held him still. "Easy, man, calm down."

"Get off my bed!" He jerked his upper body trying to get Sam off of him.

"Not happening, G," Sam said, sliding his right arm under his partner and wrapping it around his waist. He clasped his two hands together and pulled G backward into his body.

"I'll kill you if you don't stop doing this."

"I seriously doubt that." He shifted his body position, bringing G onto his torso.

"Damn you, don't—"

"I'm not releasing you until we've talked about the restraints."

"Screw you!"

"I have nothing to do the rest of tonight."

G sucked on his lower lip. "Damn, okay, no problem, I could use a good lay." He smirked.

"Against doctor's orders."

"Lying on you is against doctor's orders?" He sighed and relaxed.

"Glad to see you relax, but I still need to know what set you off." Sam sucked and nibbled on his partner's earlobe.

"Sam!"

"Yeah?"

"That's not playing fair."

"Who's playing, talk to me, man." He licked and sucked on G's neck.

"Stop it," G said, "I told Hetty about this and that's all I'm saying."

"Not if I have any say in this."

"I'll tell you when I get back to your place."

"You mean the compound?"

"Not going back there again."

"What did you speak to Hetty about?"

"She didn't tell you?" G sighed. "What if the nurse comes in here?"

"Their next rounds start at 6 AM, stop stalling, man."

"Talk to her about it, I'm not repeating it again."

"I've got all night." Sam licked, nibbled and sucked on G's neck where it was most sensitive. It was the spot he knew so well. He got his desired response: a high pitched squeal escaped his partner's lips. "Nice, back to the sexually responsive man I love."

"I swear, if you do that one more time—"

"You'll what?"

G sighed and tried to relax, but his body had other plans.

"You'll do nothing because?"

"Check the front of my hospital gown and you'll see why."

"Nice." Sam brushed his right hand over his lover's groin.

"Sam!" G bucked his groin upward.

"That's what happens when you take illicit drugs, you miss out on our lovemaking session." Sam chuckled.

"You're the biggest tease I know."

"And you love every minute of it."

"Yeah, I do, more please."

"When you finish talking to me, I've got something planned."

"The doctor said—"

"The doctor releases you for normal activities starting later this morning," Sam said. "I'll just begin things a little earlier than that."

"I can't talk about it."

"Ah, the talking problem, again." Sam rolled G to his side and reached down to the front of his sweat pants, pulling them down until his cock was exposed. "Let's see, it's been about a week since you got laid, right?"

"Sam, this isn't private enough for that, come on, man."

"It's the only way I know to get you talking to me."

G felt his partner's cock resting on his ass. "Please don't, not here."

"Talk to me, G." Sam slathered some vaseline on his semi-erect member. "I'm waiting and ready to stick it in you."

"Don't, please."

"I know you want it." He pressed forward, his cock entering his lover.

"Sam." When G said his lover's name it came out more like a hiss. "Yes."

"Talk or I pull out."

"That's not nice."

"Nope, but it works especially on sex-starved lovers."

"Why can't you ask her about it?"

"Because I'm positive you didn't share the whole truth with Hetty, right?" He pressed his whole cock into his lover at once. G gasped. "That's a taste of things to come," Sam said. "Pun intended." He pulled out completely.

"No, Sam, I need you."

"No talk, no sex."

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"If you promise to make love to me when we go home tomorrow."

"What makes you believe your doctor will release you after removing the arterial line?"

"If he doesn't I'll go crazy staying in here another day."

"And?"

G sighed. "I told Hetty about my foster father raping me after I left the foster care system."

"How did he find you?"

"Kept tabs on me throughout my childhood." Lies of omission. He wasn't ready to tell his partner all the details.

"How?"

"Don't know."

"What did he do to you?"

"I just told you."

"Sparse details, G."

He released a loud, annoyed sigh.

"Ah, angry with me?"

"Yeah, I'm finished talking about this."

"What you said doesn't explain why you freaked out with the restraints."

"Oh yeah, remember Robert restrained me while he raped me when I was a child."

"And?"

"Damn it, okay, he did that time he found me."

"Was that before or after you entered the military?"

"Before."

"Anything else you care to share with me?"

"No."

"I sense there's more to this story, but I'm satisfied for now." Sam released his scissor hold on G's legs. "I think you need your beauty sleep if you're pressing to be released tomorrow afternoon."

"What, no sex?"

"Nope, you failed to provide enough information."

"Damn you, you didn't even make it worthwhile."

Sam nuzzled his face into the crook of G's neck. "But I will tomorrow evening."

"Promises."

"Oh, I'll keep my promise, but will you keep yours?"

"What promise?"

"To tell me more about your fear of being restrained."

Damn. G didn't know whether he could keep that promise.

# # #

Morning hadn't come soon enough for G and now waiting for the doctor to make rounds and discharge him made him antsy. A nurse had removed that wicked arterial line at 6 AM and that was two hours ago. This time she had given him a small dose of Valium to keep him calm during the procedure. He weathered the whole ordeal much better than the insertion of the line. He hoped he never had to endure one of those detestable arterial lines again. And the urinary catheter and intravenous line were gone as well.

G rolled over in bed and faced the entrance to the ICU cubicle waiting for his doctor. Instead, breakfast arrived and he lost his appetite knowing he wouldn't have the information about his discharge until the afternoon. Time for Plan B. Sam wouldn't be happy with him taking the Challenger, and Hetty, well, she'd probably blow a fuse, but G didn't care about their reactions. He accepted his breakfast tray and then pushed the bedside table aside, slid his legs over the side of the bed, and sat up. After testing his resilience for sitting unaided, G stood and steadied himself using the bedside table for support. He released the bedside table, plodded over to the closet and opened the door. Just as he surmised, Sam had brought clothes for him. Good. He brought the clothes and running shoes back to the bed and dressed. G glanced over to the window seat where Sam was still asleep. He was thankful his partner was a sound sleeper or his plan wouldn't come off without a hitch. G grabbed the Challenger's keys off a side table near the window seat and pocketed them.

Within minutes he was down the hallway and into a freight elevator. G was surprised by how great he felt after lying in bed for almost five days. He obviously needed the rest. After entering the parking garage, he scanned the area for the Challenger. Damn, it was at the far end of the garage. Well, maybe that was good, he could use the exercise. He crossed the garage and disabled the alarm and opened the Challenger's passenger door first. Now he hoped his partner kept the second gun in the glove box as he usually did. He unlocked the glove box and there it was. G set the weapon on the seat, closed the door, and climbed into the driver's side. He started the engine and backed out of the parking space.

After turning the corner out of the parking garage, he drove toward his house. G needed to get his second computer out of the safe and find Ostermann's brother's whereabouts. For most of his adult life, he was obsessed with tracking Robert's twin brother. Once he discovered Roger's connections in the intelligence community, he made it a point to know where he was at all times. G probably violated several laws with his tracking, but it protected him and that's what mattered most to G. He justified breaking those laws, because it provided him with the surveillance he needed to stay one step ahead of Robert through tracking his brother Roger.

He had failed to provide Hetty with the correct intel that she had requested. Those were old files on his computer at work and he kept them there as a red herring for a scenario such as this.

Less than twenty minutes later, he parked at the curb in front of his home. G entered his home through the side back door where he left a second key hidden. In the master bedroom, he slid his hand through a hidden latch in the floor and lifted the door to where a safe lay buried in the floor. G grabbed the key from a recessed area and opened the safe, and removed his laptop computer and an encrypted satellite phone from the safe. Afterward he sealed the floorboards flush against floor, G sat cross-legged on the floor, opened his computer, and read through the files from the last five days. No change. He perused the surveillance from two and one half weeks before being hospitalized and discovered Roger was the mastermind behind his drugging. Damn it. I knew I shouldn't have stayed at the compound and this proves it. I was on edge there, because I couldn't see Roger and Robert's movement.

G sent the updated intel to his satellite phone. The computer automatically provided G with updates on his cell phone, but right now he didn't know where the cell phone was.

When a floorboard creaked in the direction of the living room, G shoved the computer and phone under his bed. He removed his gun and crouched beside the bed, waiting to see if the intruder would enter the master bedroom. From under the bed, G observed the intruder as they paused at the doorway. He inched forward until he had a clear shot of the doorway. "Federal agent, drop your weapon!" G leaped to his feet ready to fire on the intruder. "Damn it, Marty, you almost got yourself killed."

"You too, G."

They both lowered their weapons, breathing out huge sighs of relief.

"What are you doing home?" Marty asked.

G ignored the question and strode over to Marty, drawing him into his arms and hugging him. "I missed you."

"That makes two of us, you get discharged today?"

"Supposedly."

"AMA?"

"I had things to do."

"I hope you don't expect me to cover for—"

G brushed him off with the wave of his hand. "No."

"Sam called me already asking if I had seen you."

"Is that why you showed up here?"

"Well, yeah, I was hoping to see you." Marty rested his back against the doorjamb, his arms crossed.

"You could've seen me in the hospital, but you didn't visit me once."

"Hetty was responsible for that."

"What?"

"She allowed only Sam to visit you."

"Sorry, I didn't know she had restricted visitors."

"Sam said you were in no position to see anyone."

"True."

"What do you want me to say to Sam when he asks me where you are again?"

"The truth, you saw me." G grabbed several towels out of the linen closet in the bathroom and placed them on the countertop.

"Are you sure you want to endure his wrath?"

"I'm more worried about Hetty's wrath than his." He slid past Marty and strode toward the kitchen. G rummaged through several cupboards before finding a plastic bag and tape.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking a shower."

"You hungry?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"The usual, scrambled eggs and toast."

"Sounds good." He entered the bathroom and shut the door. The less he said, the better.

# # #

After stripping off his clothes and wrapping his left hand and forearm in the plastic bag and sealing it with tape, G stepped into the shower. He spent more time than usual washing his body and failed to notice Sam enter the shower behind him. "Fuck!" G startled hard and dropped the soap. "You could at least warn me before you pull something like that on me."

Sam drew G back against his body. "You mean like you warned me before going AMA on me?" He lowered his voice.

"I had my reasons."

"And Hetty, man, she went ballistic."

"Did she?" He shivered hearing Sam say that.

"Yeah, told me to bring you to headquarters as soon as I found you."

"Crap."

"You took my keys and my second gun."

"Sorry."

"Is that all you have to say, G?"

"Makeup sex?" He smirked.

Sam sighed. "Think sex solves every problem?"

"It could."

"Finish your shower while I lay out some clothes for you to wear."

"What?"

"I'm dressing you in the sexiest clothes I can find in your closet, so I can drool over you the rest of today."

"Are you serious?"

"Deadly serious," Sam said. G shivered hearing his words. "Then I'll ravish your body tonight until you scream my name again and again." Before he stepped out of the shower, Sam planted light kisses along G's neck and down his back to his buttocks. "I'll devour you tonight." Sam leaned over and sucked a mouthful of skin from G's right buttock into his mouth and released it. G gasped. "Later, sweetheart."

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