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Well, this is it. I had fun with this story writing about G Whump and Sam and G and their love for one another.

G's Birthday Bash

Chapter 18

As the trial date loomed closer, G's nervousness intensified. The threats his one perpetrator uttered years ago rebroadcasted almost daily in his head as if announced by a sportscaster during a football game, loud and clear. He huddled under the blankets avoiding the inevitable. G needed a shower and then he and Sam were off to NCIS Headquarters for work. It had been weeks since he had last worked. Still, he didn't want to venture outside Sam's house and yet he refused to talk about why he felt that way, even to his partner. G sat on the bedside and stared across the room. Halfhearted he drew a blanket around his body and trudged into the bathroom.

"Hey there sexy," Sam said, poking his head out of the shower. "Blankets aren't allowed in the shower."

"I've made an exception."

"Well, I have not, sweetheart." He stepped out of the shower, pulled the blanket off G's shoulders and drew him into a hug. "You're in the dumps this morning."

"I'd rather not talk about it if you don't mind."

"Maybe later." Sam brought his partner into the shower with him. "Let's get you ready for work."

"I'm ready."

Sam tilted G's chin upward until their eyes met. "What's going on?" He saw the wetness in his partner's eyes.

G jerked away from him and started to leave the shower. "I'm done in here."

"You know that's not gonna slide with me, sweetheart, talk to me." He drew his partner back under the water, holding G in his arms and stroking his back. "Is this about work?" G shook his head. "The trial?" He nodded. "You are safe and your abusers are in jail. If you want to stay home and not work today I'll call Hetty for you."

"And you'll go and leave me here?"

"At least one of us needs to show up for work."

"Damn it."

"Could you at least give me a clue?"

"I wish I could talk about it."

"A memory?"

G shuddered and jerked free from Sam. This time he left the shower, grabbed the blanket off the floor and wrapped it around his body, and entered the bedroom. He flopped down on the bed and curled into a fetal position.

Sam laid on the bed behind his partner and drew G back into his body. "Should I call Hetty?"

"Don't care."

"Man, come on, you need to talk to me."

"You wouldn't understand and I don't know if I can explain myself, besides I don't care."

"You still have the option to speak with Nate."

"No!" G scrambled off the bed and backed up against a wall next to the bathroom. "No shrinks inside my head!"

"Whoa, man, calm down," Sam said, sitting and facing his partner. "Remember Nate's not a shrink."

"He's one of them."

"One of who, sweetheart?"

"Damn." He wrapped the blanket tighter around his body and shuddered.

Sam patted the bed next to him. "Sit next to me."

"And what?"

"Come on, sit." G eased down next to his partner. Sam wrapped an arm around his shoulders, drawing G into his side. "I'll make that call to Hetty and you can take the day off. Okay?" He kissed the top of his partner's head.

"Thanks."

"Promise me you won't be swinging from the chandeliers while I'm at work."

G smiled.

"At least I got a smile out of you."

# # #

After Sam left for work, G crawled back under the covers and stayed there for several hours until his cell phone ringing awakened him. Without checking out the caller ID information, he answered it. His jaw dropped. It was Robert calling from jail. Speech failed him. The words Robert spoke to him were the very ones his perpetrator said years ago: threats to repeat the heinous abuse he'd endured at the hands of Roger and Robert. G shuddered, drawing his knees to his chest. He shut the cell phone off and vomited again and again until sleep overcame him.

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In the distance or was it in a dream, G didn't know, he thought someone was yelling at him. Then as if he were outside himself, he saw his own body hanging from a rafter in an old barn. The next images flooded his mind, G shivered and shook, wrapping the blanket around his beaten and raped body and trying to stay warm. He knew shock could kill him if he didn't get warm. G crawled into the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Upon pulling himself up on the edge of the bathtub, he turned on the water. Shaking chills overtook his body, shock was setting in faster than he thought would happen. With the last of his strength, G climbed over the tub's edge and fell into the tub, crying out in pain as his beaten back hit the cold porcelain. The warmth of the water soothed his bloodied and lashed back. He wasn't aware of how much time had passed before he felt warm again, but he knew one thing, when this was over he'd never let those two men abuse him again. After turning off the water, G eased over the tub's edge, crawled over to the linen closet just a few feet from the tub, and pulled out several dark blue towels. He spread one out on the tiled floor, laid on it and wrapped himself in two more towels. When he felt rested again, he crawled toward his bedroom, climbed onto the bed, drew the covers over his abused and exhausted body, and drifted off into a fitful sleep.

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G startled awake, grabbed his cell phone and stared at the last caller's number. The cell phone ringing in his hands caused him to cry out and shake hard. He covered his mouth and checked out the caller's number. Robert. Oh hell. How did he get his phone number? G opened the cell phone's back cover and removed the battery, tossing it and the cell phone on the nightstand. He hoped that Sam would know something was wrong and get home. At least he could hope. He stared at the clock on Sam's nightstand, maybe not though because it was already four in the afternoon and Sam hadn't called him yet. G needed to get out of bed and clean up the vomit on the carpet next to the bed. Instead, he laid back and cocooned himself in the blankets, shuddering from the nightmare about the aftermath of Roger and Robert's abuse. He rocked himself from side to side, whimpering and shivering, until sleep overtook him again.

"G! Come on, man, wake up." While leaning over his partner, Sam shook him again. "G!"

"Sam!" He wrapped his arms around his partner's neck and cried out, half in fear and half in relief.

"What happened, sweetheart, I tried to call you?"

"He… crap..." G squeezed his eyes shut. "Hold me, Sam, just hold me." He shuddered hard.

Sam lifted G into his arms and sat on the bed. "What happened?"

"I can't talk about this, just hold me."

"You pulled the battery out of your—"

"Damn it, stop, just stop, I can't!" He crawled off Sam's lap and rushed into the bathroom, vomiting on the floor before he reached the toilet. G collapsed on the cold tile floor in front of the toilet, grabbing the sides of the toilet bowl and hurling again and again.

"G!" Before Sam stepped into the bathroom he noticed the vomit on the carpet next to the bed. He came over to his partner's side with a blanket and wrapped G's naked and trembling body in it. "When you are ready to talk, I'm here and ready to listen. For now, I want to give you what you need." Sam eased down onto the tile floor behind his partner and pulled G onto his lap.

In the darkness several hours later, G awakened in bed with Sam snuggled up to him. He pushed back further into his partner's body, seeking his warmth and strength. G grabbed one of Sam's arms and placed it on his waist, holding it there.

"Okay, sweetheart?"

"I need you to hold me in your arms."

Sam wrapped his arms around his partner's waist and drew him back hard against his body. "How's this?"

"Good."

"Want to talk?"

"Only if you promise to refrain from asking me leading questions."

"All right."

"I woke up this morning remembering the threat that Robert had made after he and Roger abused me." He shuddered. "After you left, I slept for a while and then received a phone call. It was Robert."

"What?"

"He was calling from jail and he, damn it… verbalized that same threat to me again."

"That made you vomit?"

"Yes, and then I dreamt about what I did to survive their horrendous abuse after Robert's rape." G grasped Sam's forearms and held on tight. "After I awakened Robert called again. This time I removed the battery from my cell phone."

"That's was around four."

"Yeah."

"I called soon after, telling you I was running late, but when you didn't answer, I rushed home," Sam said. "I need to call Hetty right now." He grabbed his cell phone off his nightstand and autodialed his supervisor. No answer. Next, he autodialed Director Vance. "Agent Hanna here, Director, sorry to call you at this time, but we've got a major problem."

"Does this concern Agent Callen?"

"Yes, sir."

"Go on."

"Robert Ostermann contacted Agent Callen on his cell phone, twice."

"Now how in the hell did he do that?" Director Vance asked.

"I wondered the same thing too, sir, he threatened Agent Callen with bodily harm."

"Tell Agent Callen I'll make some calls right after we get off the phone and take care of this problem."

"He heard you, sir, thank you." Sam shut off his cell phone. "Heads are gonna roll and someone is going to be ripped a new one somewhere tonight." He set his phone back on the nightstand.

"Thanks for protecting me."

"That's what I'm here for, sweetheart, you don't need Robert's threats on top of what you're going through right now." Sam wrapped his arms around G's waist again drawing him close to his body. "I love you."

"You going somewhere with this?"

"Nope, just telling you how I feel about you."

"I wish things could be normal again."

"Normal?"

"I'm not fully functional."

"You are to me."

"Sam!" G laughed. "You know what I meant."

"Yes, I do." He nuzzled his face into his lover's neck, licking and nibbling on the tender skin there. "Don't worry about going to work. When you are ready you'll know it, and we can go back to being the dynamic duo."

"I didn't think it would take this long to heal from what they did to me." His eyebrows furrowed. "I miss our banter."

"I'll banter you right here in the bedroom."

"Sounds lewd when you put it that way."

Sam laughed. "It was supposed to sound lewd."

G wrapped his arms around Sam's arms and snuggled back into his partner. "I love you." He smiled.

# # #

Sam and G sat across from one another at the dining room table finalizing the plans for their month long vacation. A large map of the Caribbean Islands lay on the mahogany table between them.

"What about pirates?" G asked with a straight face. "They're a real problem these days."

"You have an obsession with pirates," Sam said. "You asked me the same question when I chartered a sailboat two years ago."

"Well, we're going to vacation in the Caribbean."

"Are you seriously worried about pirates?"

"Yeah, they might pillage and rape us." G brushed his foot across Sam's crotch.

"You're gonna get pillaged if you keep that up." Sam smiled.

"Ooh promises big guy." He pressed his foot into his partner's crotch, kneading his toes all around his cock.

"Maybe you need another good ravishing before we start packing our luggage."

"Maybe, but only if a pirate's gonna do it." G winked at him.

Sam leaped to his feet, hoisted G off his chair, and threw him over one shoulder. "Yo ho, yo ho! A pirate's life for me." He sang as he plodded back to the bedroom. "We pillage—"

"Wait, where's your bottle of rum?"

"Up your bum in a minute or two." Sam laughed.

"You've got sixty-seconds or the deal's off."

"Deal?" he asked. "Who says there's a deal?" He set his partner on the bed and began to remove his clothes. G started to undress his partner and Sam pushed his hands away. "I'm pillaging, you're a helpless marooner caught on my private island."

"Marooner?"

"Yeah, a wayward privateersman who can't wait to be ravished on some forgotten Caribbean Island."

"And you're a buccaneer ready to plunder me?"

"Yeah, plunder and pillage my helpless marooner."

G laughed.

"You won't be laughing after I ravish you with my bottle of rum." He pushed his partner onto his back and climbed on top of him. "What does my helpless marooner have to say before I ravish him?"

"Is it bootlegged or legal rum?"

"Bootlegged rum smuggled in from a private Caribbean Island."

"Anywhere near St. Vincent in the Grenadines?"

"Within 40 miles." Sam winked at him.

"You are overdressed."

"I'm not getting undressed."

"That's desperate."

"I'm too lazy and I'm desperate for you." Sam unzipped his pants. "Get ready for your bottle of rum, matey."

# # #

Together they specified their requirements for their month long furlough in the Caribbean: must be on a private island, must be on the beach, must be able to swim nude in a swimming pool, must be able to make love on a beach, must be private, must be no distractions.

And they found it, Petit St. Vincent, better known as PSV, a private island Caribbean hideaway near Barbados.

Their private and secluded cottage was steps away from the beach. Sam and G relaxed in a double hammock on one of the two decks sipping their rum drinks. The hammock was strung between two huge wooden pillars under a thatched roof covered deck.

"I like this kind of rum too," G said, winking at his partner.

"Is that the subtle hint?"

"Yeah."

"I'll wear you out before the end of our first week here."

"Wouldn't mind it," G said. "I do love your rum." He rubbed Sam's groin with his knee.

"How about making love on the beach later on this evening?" he asked. "Supposed to be an incoming tide."

"In the surf as it's crawling up our hot bodies?"

"Now you're talking, I love your imagination."

"Then you can slide your hot buttered rum inside me."

"Hot buttered rum?"

"Yeah."

Sam laughed.

"Well?"

"I'd love to slide my hot buttered rum inside your sexy body."

G laughed. He circled his fingers around one of Sam's nipples teasing it. Sam grasped his partner's fingers and dipped them into his rum, afterward licking them one by one. "Damn, that's hot."

"A taste of things to come later on this evening, sweetheart."

"Wicked."

"You know Hetty would've killed us both had we rented the entire island," Sam said. "Too far beyond NCIS's budget."

"Well, they did say an all expense paid vacation for a month, and we could've gotten a better deal on the whole island had we rented it for a month."

"And return to NCIS to be disciplined and possibly suspended."

"I guess one million dollars for the whole island for the month is a touch too much."

"You guess?" Sam laughed. "Hetty might resort to spanking your ass."

"I'm not into that kind of kink."

"What kind of kink are you into?"

"Nothing except us making love in the most unusual places we can find on the island."

"And at he most unusual times?"

"Yeah." G closed his eyes and laid back in the hammock.

Sam grabbed G's drink and his own, setting both their half-full glasses on the teak planks of the deck. He traced circles around G's nipples with his index fingers. While continuing to tweak and twist one nipple, he dipped his head down and sucked the other nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. G wrapped his arms around his partner's neck and drew him down for a passionate kiss.

"It's your birthday again in two weeks, and I look forward to giving you the time of your life."

"Can't wait to see what you have in mind."

"I planned an entire week around ravishing your sexy and willing, naked body."

"What no skintight jeans?" G laughed.

"If you want to use them I can change my plans."

"No, I love your plans, I was just teasing you."

"I'd like to make love to you in the pool."

"When?"

"Right now." Sam rolled off of G and stood next to the hammock offering his partner a hand. He drew him into his body and gave him a tender kiss on the lips. Sam wrapped an arm around G's shoulders and together they strolled into the pool. They swam side by side for a few laps and then waded by the infinity edge of the pool enjoying the expansive ocean view. "Perfect."

"Yeah it is." G sighed.

Sam faced and eyed G's concupiscent body. "Yeah it is, every square inch of you. And you are all mine."

And G had Sam all to himself without any distractions for a month, maybe two months if he was lucky, and he felt lucky these days to have Sam in his life. He grinned wide and laid back in the water enjoying the feel of its warmth surrounding his body. "I love you, Sam."

Sam dipped down in the water and pulled G into his body, stroking and caressing him. "And I love you, G."

The End.