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Skintight Jeans Bash

Chapter 15

As they left Nate's office, Sam pulled G aside and into an alcove, pushing him against a wall, kissing him hard, and caressing G's buttocks. G gasped and pressed his groin into Sam's body. "I think we need to find a place to smooch before returning to work," Sam said.

"What?" G's jaw dropped.

"Let's go ask Hetty if I can take you out to lunch."

"What do you have in mind?"

"You."

"And my skintight jeans."

"Yeah."

"I need to talk to you, Sam."

"Talk."

"Not here, privately, in your car."

"Okay, let's go."

"Maybe we should ask Hetty first."

"No."

"You have other plans."

"I always have other plans."

And Sam did when it came to their relationship and that was only since they reconciled their relationship. G couldn't lie to himself, he loved when his partner took control. G's mind filled with images of what Sam would do to him in the privacy of Sam's bedroom. He smiled.

"Gentlemen, may I have a word with you?" Hetty said, curling her finger and motioning them over to her. She lowered her voice. "A few minutes ago, the FBI returned my call and they thanked me for the information I sent them."

"Thanked you?" G asked, his left eyebrow raising upward.

"Yes, Roger Ostermann's career has been less than stellar and your documents answered a handful of their questions."

"Does that mean I'm off the hook with them?"

"For the most part, although, they wanted to know where I obtained this type of surveillance on their agent."

"You told them?"

"Hell no, Mr. Callen, that's between you and me and NCIS," Hetty said. "The CIA, on the other hand, could sequester the surveillance reports and their origin."

"You've protected my assets well, thank you." G sighed. "I'm sorry I—"

"Stop, no need for apologies."

"Callen didn't get to eat this morning."

"And you'd like to take him to lunch?"

"Yes."

"By all means," she said. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off, Mr. Callen? Under the circumstances, you could probably use a day off to recuperate from your abrupt discharge. Of course, Sam, you should take the day off with your partner."

He read between that line and was thankful Hetty didn't continue berating him for his AMA stunt. "Thank you, Hetty."

Sam and G strode out of NCIS Headquarters and climbed into the Challenger.

"Now I have you under my control."

"I like the sound of that, what do you have in mind?"

"Lunch at my place and then I'll ravish your sexy body."

"I love the sound of that, but first I need to talk."

"Off to my hot spot." Sam drove the short distance to his favorite tryst spot, turned off the engine and faced G. "I'm listening."

"I want to know the truth, and don't you dare lie to me."

"You know I wouldn't lie."

"Yeah, I did and I'm sorry I did, but I had to do it for my protection."

"I understand why you did what you did."

"But?"

"I believe I'd handle it differently."

"I thought you'd say that." G's eyebrows furrowed. "And that's what I'm worried about."

"What?"

He sighed. "Do you still love me?"

"Are you serious, man, I can't believe you're asking me this."

"I need to know—"

"Do you really need to ask?"

"Yeah, because I feel bad about what I did and maybe you don't love me any more because I did something illegal and—"

"Whoa, man, slow down, where's this coming from, G?" Sam asked. "Nothing you could do would change how I feel about you. You hear me? Nothing. I love you and that's final. I'm not gonna leave this relationship over this."

G unbuckled his seatbelt and crawled across the center console. "Hold me."

Sam drew G into his body and stroked his back. "I think you need one of my hour long hug sessions." He nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. Sam pulled back and cupped his partner's face, kissing him on the lips. "Let's go to my place where we can lie in bed together and I can hold you in my arms."

# # #

Sam and G stayed in bed after their lovemaking, feeding each other lunch and stroking each other in between bites of food. Sam couldn't hold himself back any longer. He pulled G onto his torso, wrapped his arms around his partner's waist, and planted a series of tender kisses along G's face, lips and neck. "I can't get enough of you."

"I love you."

"I haven't heard you say that in a while."

"I know I wasn't sure if you felt the same about me after all this—"

"No you don't, none of that talk, sweetheart, if anything, I love you more."

"More?"

"Yeah, for toughing it alone all those years, when no one took action to help you contend with those two men."

"I could use another hour long hug."

"Let me clear the dishes off the bed first."

"No, I need it now." Tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

"Okay, what are these about?" Sam brushed G's tears away with his thumbs.

"Because Hetty and you believed me."

"You deserved it after all these years." He kissed away the tears splashing down his lover's face. "I wish you would've asked me to help you sooner."

"After I was turned down by the police that one time, I decided to not trust anyone with this."

"Bad move, G."

"I know."

"Don't do it again."

"I promise."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really, now hold me in your arms."

Sam rolled to his side, drawing G with him and pulling his lover back against his body. "I love giving you a hug session."

"I love receiving it." G closed his eyes and sighed, his whole body relaxing into the warmth of his lover's body.

# # #

Sam stepped into the bathroom. "I'm coming into the shower with you."

"No." G startled in spite of Sam's warning. Damn it, why can't I just have a normal reaction?

"What?"

"I'll be out in a while, and I don't want you in here with me."

Sam stood outside the shower. "You sure?"

"Yeah."

He slid into the walk-in shower and came behind his partner. "What's going on, sweetheart?" Sam asked in a tender voice, wrapping his arms around G's waist and drawing him backward into his torso.

"Damn, I told you to stay out." He shuddered.

"Something is not right with you," he said. "First the hugs and now wanting to be alone. Is this another memory?"

"Crap."

Sam flipped G around to face him. "Why didn't you tell me?" Tears stained his lover's face. "When did this start?"

G stared at Sam's chest. "You know when, I don't need to explain."

"After sex?"

"Yeah, damn it, and you hugged me and that brought out more of the memory." G buried his face in Sam's chest. "I need you to hold me again."

"And you'll talk to me about this?"

"I'll try, because for some reason I didn't ever remember this happening, and now it's coming out and it's frightening."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Sam said, stroking G's back. "You finish up in the shower and I'll wait for you on the bed with some towels."

"Okay."

Sam lifted G's chin and planted a light kiss on his lips. He exited the shower and gathered several towels. A few minutes later, G came into the bedroom and sat on the bed. Sam wrapped his lover in a towel. "Lie down on your stomach, sweetheart." He finished drying G off while massaging his arms and legs.

"Feels good." He sighed and relaxed. "Can you keep doing that?"

"While you talk?" Sam asked. "Yeah, as long as you don't fall asleep on me."

"I have a habit of doing that when you hug me or massage my body."

"I love touching you."

"And I love you touching me."

"Go on."

"Roger, damn it, he raped me too."

"While he worked for the FBI?"

"Yeah."

"Hetty needs to know about this ASAP, because of it's bearing on your lawsuit and the new intel."

"I know." G lifted his head and faced Sam. "Go ahead and call her."

"No resistance," he said, "that's a first for you."

"I still feel guilty about lying to Hetty and impeding the lawsuit."

"Guilt is a powerful motivator, but don't beat yourself up with it, sweetheart." Sam grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand and laid next to G, drawing him backward against his body. "I love being naked with you." He autodialed Hetty's number.

"Hetty, got another problem, G told me Roger raped him while he was an FBI agent."

"That adds a whole new spin on this new intel and the lawsuit," she said. "Did he just tell you about this?"

"Yes, a few minutes ago."

"Thank him for the information will you," Hetty said. "I'd talk more, but with this new intel I need to call both the director and the FBI's director."

Sam closed his cell phone. "She told me I should thank you, and how would you like that thank you delivered?"

"I can think of lot's of ways."

"I can think of only one way I'd like to deliver it."

"You don't have much of an imagination, Sam." G cracked a wry smile.

"Don't need one around you." He caressed G's body from shoulders to buttocks. "Those skintight jeans made me horny for you today: I still can't stop thinking about how sexy you were in them. Not to mention what a pleasure it was to strip them off your body, inch by inch. I'd change one thing next time, I'd get you wet in the shower while you're dressed in those skintight jeans and allow them to dry on you."

"Now there's imagination, but how would you get them off me?"

"Cut them off your lovely body."

"Sounds wicked." G's body tingled hearing his lover's plan.

"Ready for your thank you from Hetty?"

"Yeah, dress me in those jeans, let's try it."

"You're serious?" Sam laughed.

"Yeah, I thought about throwing out those jeans now that my ass-sets are more defined." G laughed.

"They sure are defined." Sam squeezed G's left buttock. G gasped. "On one condition, I get to dress you in those skintight jeans."

"I'd love it." G smiled and imagined his lover cutting the jeans off his body while making love to him.

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