Sam, not his real name, witnessed a murder and is in protective custody awaiting his chance to testify against the killer. Enter college student Mark, the ‘Angel,’ who rescues Sam twice and is therefore dubbed his ‘savior’ as well. Then there is FBI Agent Jim Davidson, the ‘Hero,’ who is in charge of seeing that Sam makes it to court in order to testify against the killer. Finally, there is Jerry, the ‘Psycho-Killer’ himself, who has made it his personal mission in life to make sure that Sam never lives to testify against him. Who dies and who lives… to get their happy ending?
Warning: This little work of fiction contains M/M sexual situations, murder, attempted murder, sarcasm and innuendo, safehouses, and a model home. Please try not to take this story too seriously. It was meant to be fun!
As I lay dying in the street, with darkness all around me, pictures started to roll by like a film in my head. Wow, there was Buster, my childhood dog, and my “cowboy” birthday party, and Boy Scout camp. I wasn’t the only gay Boy Scout at that camp. Then there was my crush in the eighth grade, but nothing happened there (sad face). My twelfth grade English teacher, Ms. Rose, and poetry class, and in college, my first boyfriend, Marc. I was just starting to see my mother’s funeral when I heard a siren wail. But I didn’t remember any sirens at my mother’s funeral. They got louder and then I felt a hand, no two. It was a person. I opened my eyes and saw a man, no an angel. His blond hair was like a halo around his head. He was saying something to me, but I couldn’t understand him, the pounding in my ears was too loud. There was a strange feeling in my gut, pressure, but it was wet at the same time. It wasn’t raining, so why was I wet? I looked down and my angel’s hands were red. Then I remembered getting stabbed. I was bleeding, but it didn’t hurt. It should have hurt. I looked back at my savior and said,
“My angel.” Then it all went black.
I woke up in the hospital, disoriented but alive. I looked around, but the room was empty. I pushed the button for the nurse. She came in and asked me,
“What can I do for you Mr. Samson?”
“Mr. Samson? That’s my name?” I asked her. She looked at me a little confused. I was actually more confused than she was.
“Yes, Sam Samson.”
“That doesn’t sound right. And who names their kid Sam Samson?”
“Your parents, I guess.”
“Well, that’s just ridiculous. I might as well be named, John Johnson or Max Maxwell.” She just shrugged and waited. I asked,
“Has anyone been here looking for me?”
“Oh, you mean the blonde cutie. Yeah, he was here for a long time. He finally went down to the cafeteria. He asked me to tell you he’d be back soon.”
“Thank you, nurse.” As she was getting ready to walk out, my angel was walking in.
“Oh, here he is now.” She announced and left the room.
“You’re awake,” he said.
“I am. I owe you my life and I don’t even know your name.”
“My first boyfriend’s name was Marc, with a C?”
“No, with a K.”
“Oh. Can you tell me what happened?”
“I saw you from my window. A guy with a knife attacked you and then ran away. I called 911 and ran out to see if I could help before the ambulance arrived. You were bleeding pretty badly, so I put pressure on the wound and waited. You were saying some pretty crazy stuff, but I chalked it up to delirium from being stabbed and all.”
“Do I dare ask what I said?” He blushed and told me anyway.
“You said I was your angel and that if you survived, you owed me a killer blowjob… your words. Like I said, you were pretty out of it.”
“If that’s what I said then that’s what I owe you. Can you climb on the bed? That would make it easier. I don’t think I can get down on my knees yet.” He didn’t know what to say or where to look. “Just kidding! I had you there, didn’t I?”
“Whew! You sure did. Do you always say things like that, though?”
“I don’t know. I’m kind of fuzzy on some stuff.”
“By the way, have the police been asking for me?”
“The officer is in the restroom. He should be back soon to get your statement. I already gave him mine.” When he finally came to my room, I asked Mark if he could stay. All I could tell the officer was that I thought I was walking home when someone came out of the shadows, stabbed me and ran away. He asked if I had any enemies. I told him, none that I knew of, because I couldn’t remember anything before the attack. Before the officer could ask any more questions, a very tall, handsome man walked into the room and introduced himself as Special Agent Jim Davidson.
“Officer, I’m the agent assigned to Mr. Samson by the FBI. I’m Special Agent Jim Davidson. May I speak with you out in the hall?” He handed the officer his card and led him out of my room. They talked briefly and then the handsome agent came back in. Did I mention he was handsome? Anyway, he looked at Mark and asked,
“And who are you?”
“I’m Mark Jenkins. I’m the one who called 911 and stayed with Sam until the paramedics arrived.” He walked over and shook Mark’s hand then told him he could leave.
“NO!” I screamed. I hadn’t meant to say it so loudly, but Mark was my savior, for some reason I couldn’t let him go. They both looked at me as if I’d lost my mind and should explain. So I did. “I need him. He saved my life. I’d be dead if it weren’t for him. Please, Mark, stay,” I pleaded. He moved to the head of the bed and took my hand as if to say, “Try and make me leave.”
“Very well.” The agent said acquiescing. “Sam, do you know why you were attacked?”
“It must have been a mugging. Don’t you think?”
“I don’t actually. How much do you remember about your life before? You have a bump on the back of your head and I spoke with your doctor. He indicated that you may some memory loss.”
“Nothing. I didn’t even recognize my own name when the nurse told me what it was.”
“Mark, can I trust you with the information I’m about to disclose?” He looked very intimidatingly at Mark.
“Okay. Your name is not Sam, Sam. Your name is Adam March. You were given a new name because you are a witness to a crime, a murder, and we didn’t want you to be found. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. You’ve been in protective custody since the time of the incident as you’re the only witness we have to the murder. You’re set to testify in a few months, if all goes well. You had gone down to the corner store and were coming back to the safehouse when you were attacked. The agent that was on duty has since been reassigned for letting you take that trip. I am going to be with you fulltime until the trial.”
“I have a shitload of questions!”
“There will be plenty of time to answer questions later. Right now, you have to concentrate on getting better. From what I understand your surgery was lengthy but successful. Can I get you anything?”
“I guess the questions can wait.”
“Agent Davidson, I need to go home, take a shower, and get some sleep, if that’s okay?” Then he looked at me. That’s when I noticed that he was in scrubs. His clothes must have been covered in blood, my blood.
“Sure,” he said. Then I said,
“I’m sorry about your clothes.”
“No worries. I’ll see tomorrow?”
“That sounds great.” When Mark had gone, Agent Davidson pulled up a chair, sat down and asked me,
“How much do you know about Mark?”
“Nothing really, why?”
“I’ll have my people look into him.”
“Well, I have a feeling about Mark. He’s a good man.”
“Is that your intuition talking or something else?”
“My intuition. I wouldn’t mind fucking him, though, he’s cute.”
“Even when you don’t remember who you were, you still manage to say something shocking in the most matter of fact way.”
“You’re saying I don’t think before I speak.”
“You could put it that way.”
“I guess I don’t care. Or I can’t help myself. Take your pick.” I looked away and couldn’t help but cry a little.
“I’m sorry,” Agent Davidson said. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He handed me a tissue.
“Why did this happen to me, goddammit?!”
“I’ll give you some background. Maybe something will click.” I nodded. “The Giordano and O’Rourke families have been at war for a decade. Each is into drugs, money laundering, you name it. The youngest Giordano, Jerry, and the youngest, O’Rourke, Mickey, decided to have an old fashion shootout. Mickey lost. You, my friend, were the unfortunate witness to the whole thing. You got away though so Jerry’s been trying to take you out ever since so that you can’t testify at his murder trial. We have to keep you safe just a few more months.”
“You can go back to your old life. Do you know your name?”
“Your new one.”
“Sam Samson, which is a terrible name by the way. Who picked that out anyway.” He was a little too quiet. “You did, didn’t you?”
“Sorry, I thought it would be easy to remember.”
“Well, it sucks. So what is my real name again?”
“Adam March.” I nodded.
“By the way, how am I supposed to testify if I can’t remember anything before the attack?”
“We’ll be working with your doctors on that. Don’t worry, just get better.” He gave me a genuine smile and patted my hand. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought he was gay. I drifted off to sleep and dreamt of my angel.
I woke up unable to breathe. I couldn’t see either. I felt a heaviness on my face and I tried desperately to inhale. Nothing was working. I used my hands to try and remove whatever it was but I felt hands holding it down. I tried to scream, but that didn’t work either. I was becoming desperate. I started thrashing and kicking too. I didn’t know how long I could hold out. I was seeing stars when I heard a voice. It sounded like Mark’s voice. The pressure let up and I was able to throw what I could now tell was a pillow across the room. Mark was walking through the doorway as the man, dressed in scrubs, ran out of the room. He nearly knocked Mark down. A nurse, a real nurse, ran in. I assured them both that I was fine. Security showed up and Mark was able to give them a description of the man. Agent Davidson showed up a little while later.
“What happened,” I yelled at him angrily. He started to tell me about the latest incident, but I interrupted, “with the officer assigned to guard the door?!”
“That officer was apparently our leak. He will face charges. I’m sorry this happened.”
“Sorry?! That’s twice now. How many lives do I have left. Very Special Agent?!”
“It won’t happen again. I’m…” I interrupted him,
“Sorry, I know. Can everybody get out? They all started to leave. “Except you Mark. Would you stay, please?”
“Could you close the door?” He did. I motioned him over to the bed. I held out my hand and he took it. “If you hadn’t come in at that moment, I’d be dead. You’re my angel and I owe you so much more than a blowjob.” We laughed. My eyes filled with tears and a few spilled over.
“Don’t cry, Sam. Please don’t.” I could tell he didn’t know how to comfort me, so I moved over and pulled him into the bed with me. He held me and I continued to let it out. I had somehow survived again and I really didn’t know if I had a third time in me. Eventually I fell asleep. When I woke up I heard Agent Davidson and Mark talking. I didn’t let them know that I was awake.
“He’s lucky to have you, Mark.”
“We don’t even know each other, but somehow I keep saving him. How does that even happen?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t. Maybe the two of you are meant to be together.” He shrugged.
“I’m a chemistry major at Cooley College. I don’t know anything about being a savior or an angel. I’m just me!”
“Whatever you are, he’s damned lucky to have you.” I drifted back into a dreamless sleep. They must have spiked my IV juice. I woke up again and this time Agent Davidson was alone.
“Still here?” I asked in my cranky voice.
“I’m not going anywhere. I told you that.”
“My life has been full of promises that weren’t kept.”
“Remembering, are we?”
“I am remembering a few things here and there. Like I don’t like authoritative pretty boys, never have.”
“Are you sure that’s a memory or is it based on a current situation?”
“Very astute observation, Davidson.”
“Ohh, last name. I really am in the doghouse.”
“You have every right to be mad at me. I take full responsibility for what happened. It won’t happen again.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I told you I wasn’t going to leave you. I meant it.” Something inside me cracked, just a little.
“I’m sorry. I’m just pissed that someone keeps trying to kill me.”
“And you have every right to be.” He got up from his chair and sat down on the edge of the bed. And just like that I felt like something had changed between us. I couldn’t tell what it was yet, though. He reached out and held my hand. I was overwhelmed with emotion. It was so kind of him to do that. Tears spilled from my eyes again even though I’d sworn never to cry in front of him. He just kept rubbing my hand.
“I hate you for making me cry.” He chuckled just a little. I closed my eyes while he continued to rub the back of my hand and I drifted off. When I awoke again, he was back in his chair reading. “What are you reading?”
“A murder mystery.”
“Why the fuck would you read about murder? Don’t you deal with that every day?”
“Not as much as you would think. I like to try and figure out ‘who done it’ as much as the next guy.”
“To each his own, I guess.”
“What do you like to read?”
“Sci-Fi/Fantasy, other worlds and all that. I remebered something!”
“That’s great.” An uneasy silence settled in between us.
“What happens when I get out of here?”
“We move into a safehouse.”
“Hmm. Where is this safehouse?”
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you?” I looked at him, shocked.
“Is that a joke you tell everyone in protective custody or were you saving that one for me?”
“Then I feel honored. Now you know you can never use it again on pain of death.”
“Well, that sucks,” he said with a grin.
“You know who else sucks? Me.”
“Is that a gay joke, Sam?”
“I guess it wasn’t that bad.”
“Actually, when I suck, it’s good.”
“You do know you’re saying these things out loud, right?”
“Absolutely. I know that I only flirt with hot guys. I guess I’m shallow that way.”
“Good to know.”
“I tell you you’re hot and all you have to say is, ‘good to know’?”
“Actually, I was saying ‘good to know’ to the fact that you’re shallow. I haven’t made a remark on the ‘hot’ comment yet.”
“So you’re acknowledging that you’re hot.”
“I didn’t say that. I was trying to infer that I was not going to comment on that comment.”
“I like the way you get out of answering a question. You’re the exact opposite of me.”
“You’re always truthful and forthright?”
“Absolutely. Like, am I a top or a bottom? Yes.”
“Is that yes, you’re a top or yes, you’re a bottom?” he asked, trying not to appear interested.
“Yes.” I could tell I was starting to frustrate him just a little.
“You said you were always forthright. This is not being forthright.”
“Are saying that you really want to know? Is it because you want to fuck me or you want me to fuck you?”
“I’m not going to answer that!” He was getting flustered. “It’s unethical. I’m in charge of protecting your body.”
“So you are interested in my body.”
“That’s not what I said. You’re twisting everything.” He slammed the book shut.
“And you’re surprised by that?”
“You’re impossible to talk to, you know that?”
“Nah. You’re just easy to mess with and yes, I would like to mess with you sometime.”
“You never stop.”
“I’m insatiable.” I waggled my eyebrows and he just rolled his eyes at that.
“I think you need to get some rest. So close your mouth and your eyes.” He went back to his book, but I knew I was beginning to get to him. In fact, I had months to mess with him. I decided this was going to be a fun summer.
I was being chased by a monster with no face. He was tall and black and green and had wet things hanging off him and he was close to catching me. The harder I ran, the closer he got. He finally caught up with me and grabbed me with his claw-like hands. He was shaking me and calling my name. That’s when I knew something was wrong.
“Sam! Sam! Wake up!” I opened my eyes and looked around. Agent Davidson was holding me by the shoulders.
“I’m fine. Thanks.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Nah, just a nightmare.”
“Do you have them often?” He looked at me like I shouldn’t be that calm about a nightmare.
“I think so. The monster had no face.”
“No worries, he’s gone now. And besides, my handsome protector is here.”
“Sam, you need to stop saying things like that.” I shrugged and told him,
“I call ‘em like I see ‘em. Besides, you know you are.”
“Is this how the summer is going to go?”
“No, hopefully you’ll let me see what’s in those pants before too long.” I waggled my eyebrows again.
“What?” I tried to look innocent, which was pretty hard for me.
“I’m going out in the hall for a few minutes.”
“Davidson, I’m sorry. I’ll try to be… less irritating.” He turned and looked at me as if to say, “not possible.” “Please come back.” He stopped and it looked like he was seriously considering it.
“You’re going to try. How hard are you going to try?” He had stressed the word hard to see if I could do it.
“Damn you, Davidson.” He smiled wryly. He knew he had me. “Fine! I will try to have a conversation with you that is not full of sexual innuendos. I don’t how long I can keep it up, but I’ll try.”
“Deal. By the way, where’s Mark today?”
“He said he had errands to run to get ready for next semester. I may see him tomorrow.”
“You like him don’t you?”
“Of course, I do. He saved my life.”
“I think you need more than that to build a relationship on.” I thought about that and then I said,
“Maybe we, Mark and I, could just have sex.”
“Did you break our deal already?”
“I don’t think so. I was just stating a possibility.”
“Okay. But is that enough for you?”
“No, of course not. I want love just like anyone else, but all I seem to have is sarcasm and innuendo.”
“That’s not all you have, Sam. You’re sweet and kind and caring.”
“I am not any of those things, Davidson.” I gave him my angry face.
“You are. You just don’t want anyone to know it.” I gave him a look that told him he’d better not bring that shit up again.
* * *
I was more than happy to get out of the hospital, I was ecstatic. Agent Davidson settled us into the new safehouse. It was just outside the city in a suburb. I had one condition for moving, though. Mark had to be able to come visit. Davidson didn’t like the idea, considering the last attempt on my life and how easy it was to find me, but I was adamant. Davidson and I were talking.
“I think I should be able to call you something other than, Davidson, now that we’re living together.”
“Not good enough. Still too formal.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard.”
“Not yet, but it’s gettin’ there,” he said and instantly regretted it.
“Oh my God! You did it. Ha!”
“Shit, fuck!” He slammed his hand down on the counter.
“Jim Davidson, you cussed too! You are human after all.” I threw up my arms in victory and started jogging around the living room for my victory lap.
“Don’t tell anyone.” He walked over, sat down in front of the TV and turned it on signaling the end of our discussion. I still claimed it as a victory and I was determined to keep working on him. We spent the next few weeks together eating, sleeping, watching TV, reading, and doing laundry. I ran out of underwear and was thinking about going commando when I decided to ask Jim if I could borrow a pair of his until I did a load. I knocked on his door and opened it. Jim was naked, facing the dresser, a bath towel in hand. He didn’t turn around, but he looked at me in the mirror and asked,
“What do you want, Sam?”
“I’m out of underwear. I was hoping to borrow a pair.” I know I should not have been staring at his butt, but I couldn’t help it. It was magnificent, muscular, firm with two perfect dimples.
“You know you actually have to do laundry in order to have clean underwear.” He grabbed a pair from the dresser and tossed them over his shoulder at me. I caught them and left the room. He came out a few minutes later fully dressed.
“Sorry, Jim and thanks.”
“Can I just say…?”
“No, you can’t.”
“Right. But in my defense, I just have to say…”
“Don’t do it, Sam. I’m warning you.”
“Awesome ass dude!” I took off and ran for my room. I could hear him running after me. I made it, but just barely. He wouldn’t let me close and lock the door, though. He pushed his way in and I was backed into a corner. He reached out and picked me up like a ragdoll. He sat down on the bed, threw me over his knees and started to spank me. He wasn’t doing it hard, but it started to turn me on. I was getting a hard-on from being spanked by this big, sexy man, so I struggled to get away from him. He must have thought it was part of the game so he held me tighter. I finally screamed,
“Stop it!” He let me go and I ran out to the living room. He followed and asked me what was wrong. I turned around and showed him my hard cock pushing against my, I mean his, boxers. His mouth fell open. Then he came over to me.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I would never do that on purpose.” It took me a minute to determine what I was going to say. Finally, I said,
“One thing I just remembered, I’ve never been spanked before, for fun or in punishment. I had no idea it would affect me like that. And I’m embarrassed that it happened in front of you.” He pulled me to him and wrapped me up in his arms.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” I put my arms around him, too. “You never know what’s gonna turn you on. For me, it’s vulnerability. That’s what turns me on.” He looked down at me and licked his lips. I looked up and did the same. I thought maybe he might kiss me, but he didn’t.
“I, um, I think I… need to go to my room.” He let me go and I walked quickly to my bedroom. This time I did lock the door and threw myself on the bed. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until I heard Jim knocking. “What is it, Jim?”
“I was wondering what you wanted for dinner.”
“I’ll be right there.” I walked over, unlocked and opened it. Jim was still standing there.
“Can I just say that I was worried about you? Please don’t lock me out again.” He took my face in his hands.
“I’m sorry. I don’t like being vulnerable. It’s not my style.”
“I think it looks good on you, sexy.”
“Bitch.” He let go of my face and we laughed.
“Good one. So what’s for dinner?” He gave me a little smile and I thought, I could get lost in that smile.
Mark had called and he was coming over to spend the night. After weeks of waiting for my wound to heal, the doctor had finally given the okay for anal sex. We had been giving each other blowjobs and handjobs for weeks, but I really wanted to fuck him and have him fuck me in return. Jim had taken a quick trip to the drug store and gotten me a little something for the evening.
“Here you go, Sam.” He gave me the bag.
“You shouldn’t have.” I looked inside and it was a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.
“Did you want to get naked here or in your bedroom?”
“They’re not for me and you. They’re for you and Mark.”
“Damn and here I was thinking I’d finally gotten to you. You don’t know what you’re missing. I am a wild man in bed, Sexy Man.”
“Stop that!” He looked on the verge of losing it.
“Come on, Jimmy. You know you want to.”
“Don’t call me Jimmy.”
“You didn’t deny wanting me, Jimbo.”
“Nope, not Jimbo either.”
“I could do this all day,” I informed him.
“Okay. See that’s all you had to say.”
“So are you ready for your big night with Mark?”
“It should be fun, but I’m not in love with him or anything.”
“You don’t want to wait for love?” Now, I was getting a little pissed at his interference.
“Jim, in case you hadn’t noticed it’s just you and me all of the time and you have made it abundantly clear that you are not interested, so that leaves Mark. And I need to get laid, so...” I walked into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. When I looked back at Jim, he was sitting on the couch watching TV. I thought maybe I had hurt his feelings, but I couldn’t help that. I liked Mark and Mark liked me and tonight we were definitely going to play hide the salami. I heard a knock on the door.
“Sam, Mark’s here.” Jim yelled from the other room. I came out and met him at the door.
“Hey, Mark. I’m glad you could make it.” We hugged. “Follow me.” I led him down the hall to my bedroom and closed the door. I heard the volume on the TV go way up and thought, I guess he doesn’t want to hear. I took Mark’s face in my hands and kissed him. It started out soft and sweet, but then it turned to passion. We made our way to the bed without breaking apart. Then we fell onto it because I misjudged the distance. We ended up laughing about it, though.
“Sorry about that.” I said.
“No worries. Do you have supplies?”
“I do. Jim got them for us. He’s a gem.”
“That was nice of him. Let’s get naked.” We got undressed and got into bed. We hadn’t really talked about who would get fucked first, but since Mark was already lying under me, I took the reins and suited up. I put his legs on my shoulders then I slicked up his hole and worked it open. I slicked up my cock and positioned it at his rosebud. I pushed in slowly and checked on him as I went. When I was all the way in, I stopped and asked,
“You okay?” He nodded and I took that as my sign to go ahead and get busy. I pulled out and then thrust back in. I started out slowly, but picked up the pace as Mark started jerking off. The faster he stroked, the faster I fucked. Finally, he gave me something, he yelled out,
“I’m coming!” I thrust one more time and blew my wad inside the condom buried deep inside his asshole. He shot spurt after spurt of cum all over his stomach. Then Mark opened his eyes and looked up at me. “That was awesome, Sam. I loved it.”
“Me too, Mark.” It had been good to fuck again, but what Jim had said crept into my mind at that moment. It wasn’t as much fun as when you weren’t in love with the other person. We cleaned each other up and then lay there for awhile, recovering.
Just then I heard a crash and a bang, followed by a thud in the living room. I wondered what the hell was going on. Instinct told me to get Mark behind me and just as he did, the door to the bedroom burst open. It was Jerry Giordano. I remembered everything else at that moment, the maniacal look on Jerry’s face brought it all back. He had gunned down Mickey O’Rourke as I watched from behind a dumpster. He had stabbed me. He had tried to smother me with a pillow. That same face stared at me as I stood there without any clothes on, protecting Mark. I was determined to keep Mark from him. Jerry looked at me and laughed.
“Look at the little faggots… and naked too. Hilarious. Say goodbye to your faggot boyfriend,” he said as he looked at Mark. Then he raised his pistol and aimed at me. I refused to look away. If this was the end, I was going to face it head on. He pulled the trigger just as a glass lamp shattered over his head and he crumpled to the floor. Luckily, the bullet hit the wall, missing me by a foot. Jim was standing in the doorway, he was white as a ghost. He collapsed next. I ran to him and saw that he had been shot in the chest. I yelled to Mark,
“Call 911!” I could see Mark looking for his phone and then calling the number. I took my hands and pressed on the wound in Jim’s left chest. Then I told Mark to tie Jerry up. I suggested the cord from the broken lamp. Once Jerry was taken care of, I told Mark to get dressed. He said,
“What about you?” I told him I’d get dressed once the paramedics were there. Until then, I wasn’t going to stop applying pressure to Jim’s wound. Finally, I heard the sirens in the distance.
“Now would be the time to leave, Mark. I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
“No, I’ll stay. I’ll go outside and wait for them.” I gave him a crooked smile. It was the best I could do considering I was naked and covered in Jim’s blood. The paramedics arrived and took over Jim’s care. I washed up and got dressed. Mark answered the few questions they had. Jerry started to stir, so I sat on him until the police arrived. I said goodbye to Mark and went to the hospital with Jim. The paramedics had tried to argue with me, but I told them there was no fucking way I was leaving the man who took a bullet for me.
Once we were at the hospital, there were plenty of questions from both the police and the FBI. When that was finally all finished, I was able to ask about Jim’s condition. Because I wasn’t family they originally didn’t want to share that information with me, but one of the nurses who had taken care of me, when I was there a few weeks ago, was on duty and shared it with me.
“He’s in surgery now, but he should be fine. The bullet went through and through so he shouldn’t be in surgery long. I’ll let you know when he’s in recovery and what his room number is once it’s assigned.”
“Thank you so much. He took a bullet for me and kept another one from taking my life. He’s an amazing man.” She put her hand on my arm and said,
“You’re a lucky man.”
“Luck has nothing to do with it, Ma’am. I have angels watching over me.”
“Amen to that, Honey.”
I watched him sleep and thought, I’m beginning to care for this man. What if something worse had happened to him? I know it’s his job to look after me, but he took a bullet for me. How many people would do that?” He started to stir, so I got up from my chair and went to stand by his bed. He opened his eyes and I asked,
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I got shot.”
“There you go making jokes again. You’re such a comedian. I always knew you had it in you.”
“I didn’t. It comes from hanging out with you, you know?”
“You can blame me for anything you want. I owe you my life.”
“Just doing my job.”
“I know you have to say that, but I also know you secretly care about me.” He got silent, so I knew there was something to what I said.
“How’s Mark doing?” He asked, obviously trying to change the subject.
“Not good. He hasn’t said it, but I think he’s had enough of saving my life and almost getting shot. I don’t blame him. He’s a good guy, but you can only go through so much for a good fuck.”
“I thought you said you were a great fuck.”
“Oh, we’re going there, are we? Okay, I got to fuck him but we were interrupted before he could return the favor.”
“I’m so sorry that you were inconvenienced while you were getting your freak on.”
“Please don’t ever use the phrase ‘getting your freak on’ ever again. It sounds horrible.”
“Whatever you say, Sam.”
“Not to change the subject but let’s change the subject. The hospital gods have smiled on me and left your wonderful chest exposed.”
“Don’t start, Sam.”
“Start what? I’m not allowed to admire your magnificent torso?” I started rubbing his pec absentmindedly.
“You’re rubbing my chest.”
“Am I? I hadn’t noticed.”
“You can stop now. Someone might walk in.”
“Okay.” So I moved down to his stomach and started rubbing it.
“Sam, you’re still doing it.”
“No, I’m not. Now I’m rubbing your rock-hard abs.”
“Sam, don’t you dare go any lower.” I slid my hand a little lower and then quickly lifted the sheet.
“You didn’t honestly think I was naked, did you?”
“Well, I was hoping. I mean I was so close to the Holy Grail.”
“You think my dick is the Holy Grail? I’m flattered.”
“Well, not just your dick. I mean, you’re the whole package, those broad shoulders, strong arms, chiseled pecs, and delicious nipples. Is that a twelve pack? Flex for me.”
“No, it’s an eight pack, you’re right. Still amazing. Now, I know that what is below your ‘Apollo’s belt’ is the most perfect penis the world has ever seen. It’s not too long, just long enough, not too thick, just thick enough, accompanied by a perfectly egg-shaped pair of naturally hairless balls. I have hairless balls too, but that’s because I shave them.” He rolled his eyes. “Now, I’ve already seen your muscular back that tapers down to a ‘V’ and that butt, well we’ve talked about it before.”
“Your thighs are muscular and thick. Your calves are well defined and flared. Your feet... well, I usually think that feet are ugly, but not yours. They are perfect. And all of this is topped off by that beautiful face. The face of legends, a warrior’s face, the face of a nobleman with lips that deserve to be kissed thoroughly and often. They are capable of both giving and receiving tenderness, forgiveness and sexual bliss.”
“Sam? What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I have come to the conclusion that despite my best efforts, I have come to care for you, Jim Davidson. And not just in a physical way. Although, your physique is amazing.”
“I know. It could just be that we’re tied together by this horrific incident. It probably happens to you all the time. You, being the Greek god that you are and I being plain old me. I have nothing to offer you. I’m not…” He took my hand and said,
“Sam, don’t do this to yourself. You are worthy of someone so much better than me. I’m a loner. I have no one and I like it that way. I’m not worthy of your time or trouble.”
“I respectfully disagree. But I understand that you’re not interested. I just had to let you know. I thought you should know.” I turned to leave.
“Sam don’t go.” I went back and kissed him. If it was the only kiss I ever got from Jim, I was going to take it. I put my heart and soul into that kiss. I was going to leave regretting nothing. Luckily, he kissed back, so I left feeling a little better.”
The new agent assigned to make sure I made it to court to testify was no Jim Davidson. He was older, pudgy and balding. Luckily, he wasn’t a homophobe, so it could have been worse. At one point, he revealed that Mark had unknowingly led Jerry to the safehouse. I felt bad for him that they had shared that information with him. The last two weeks before the trial were uneventful. I’m sure Agent Jankowski was thrilled that I was being a good boy. Considering, I had no one to verbally spar with what choice did I have? I read and watched TV the whole time. I was completely bored.
* * *
It was the day of the trial. I got dressed in the suit the FBI had purchased for me. I met one more time with the A.D.A. I gave my testimony and pointed out the man I had seen kill Mickey O’Rourke and who stabbed me, tried to smother me with a pillow, and tried to kill me at the safehouse. The trial didn’t take long. The jurors deliberated only one hour. They found him guilty and as he left the courtroom, he looked at me and said,
“You’re dead, faggot.”
“Get him out of my courtroom.” The judge demanded. I didn’t take his threat seriously. After all, he was going to prison. I left the courtroom feeling free. There was a familiar face in the hall that caught my attention. A beautiful man, with his arm in a sling, smiled and walked up to me.
“You were terrific in there. You should be very proud of yourself.”
“Don’t worry about his threat. He’s going away for a long time. By the way, you’ll be going into WITSEC, so you’ll have a new identity and a new place to live.”
“Oh. I hadn’t thought about that. So this will be name number three. What’s it gonna be, Olaf Olafsen?” He totally ignored me and asked.
“Sam, do you have someplace to go until they can set things up for you in WITSEC?”
“No, actually. They rented out my room and I lost my job.”
“Then let’s get out of here.” He put his good arm around my shoulder and led me from the courthouse. I tried not to read too much into it, but I couldn’t help feeling warm inside. He took me to a house that I thought might be another safehouse. But it turned out to be his. He got out and started walking up to the house. I followed.
“This is your place? I pictured something… else.”
“Well, I guess I thought you lived in a dingy studio apartment in a seedy part of town.”
“Really? That sounds awful.” He looked kind of hurt.
“I’m just kidding. I had no idea what your place might look like. I never even thought about it.”
“Tease.” We got inside and I looked around. It was nice, but it might as well have been a model home. It looked perfect but impersonal, sterile. He told me to put my bag down anywhere and then went into the kitchen. He came back with cold beers. I sat down on the sofa and took a swig. He sat down across from me. It felt weird to be here and more so to have him practically across the room.
“Could you sit over here? I feel like you’re in another room.”
“Sure.” He got up and sat next to me. “Are you alright, Sam”
“Yeah, I guess so. It just feels weird now that everything is finally over and no one’s trying to kill me anymore.”
“I think I understand. Would you like to take a nap? You look pretty tired.”
“I would actually, thanks.” He led me to a spare room and I laid down. I fell asleep almost immediately. The next thing I knew, I had a cover over me and Jim was calling my name. When I opened my eyes, he was there, squatting in front of me. I smiled and he smiled back.
“Are you hungry?”
“Not really, but I guess I should eat.” He helped me up and I followed him to the kitchen. He offered me a wide variety of foods to eat. I was surprised that he had anything. I guess I shouldn’t have been. I ate some chicken and chips.
“You’re quieter than I remember. What happened to the man with the quick wit and the sharp tongue?” He was looking at me intently, waiting for some smartass answer.
“What do you mean?” He asked very concerned.
“It wore me down, Jim.”
“Oh, Sam,” he said and turned me to face him. “You can’t give up. You’re alive! Against all odds, you’re alive and you’re here in my house. I never bring people home to my house. You’re the first. Don’t you see? You mean something to me and I want you to come back. Please come back to me.” He was so serious and so emotional. Tears, actual tears, were running down his cheeks. I reached out and wiped them away. All my tears were dried up. I had no more left to give, but he was crying for me.
“Don’t cry, Jim. I’m right here.” This whole scene was so surreal. Our roles had been reversed somehow.
“I missed you the two weeks after I got shot and before the trial. God help me, I missed you. And now I feel as though you’re here, but you’re not here. I know you don’t owe me anything, especially after what you shared with me the last time, in the hospital. I’m asking that if your feelings haven’t changed, then maybe you could give me a chance to show you how I feel about you.”
“Are you saying that you might feel the same way that I do?” I was having a hard time comprehending this twist of fate.
“Yes, I’m asking you to be patient with me. Can you do that?”
“Yes. Of course, I can, because I believe you’re worth waiting for.” I reached out and brushed his cheek with the back of my fingers.
“You do? That amazes me. You’re being very generous, Sam.”
“I can afford to. I have no one and no place.”
“You have me, Sam.”
“And you have me.”
That night, I slept in the spare room and even though I wasn’t sleeping with him, I slept well knowing that he was just down the hall. The morning brought a new day and a better attitude. I was a little lighter and less numb. I dressed and met Jim downstairs. He had a cheerful smile on his face as he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. I gave him one in return. After breakfast, he asked what I’d like to do and I asked why he had the day off. He told me that he was taking some personal time. That made me ask how much and he told me “as much as it takes.”
We sat out on the back porch and began to reveal ourselves to each other. We started with a six pack and when we’d finished those, we switched to water. He told me that his father left him and his mother when Jim was just five years old. His mom had died recently of breast cancer. I told him how sorry I was to hear that. He asked about my family and I told him that it was my folks and my brother and sister. I said they were great and I missed them terribly. He suggested I give them a call later. I suggested,
“I don’t really know what you like to do for fun. Perhaps we should take some time and get to know each other’s likes and dislikes.”
“I think that sounds like a good idea.”
“Regular milk or almond milk,” I asked him.
“Regular milk. I don’t even get the concept of almond milk. You?”
“Almond milk, definitely. Although, I don’t how it’s the same price as regular milk.”
“What do you mean?” He asked seriously.
“Well, those almonds are so small and they have to get their fingers around those tiny little teets and pull. It sounds very difficult and therefore it should be more expensive.” He whipped his around asking,
“Are you fucking serious? You sound fucking insane,” he said as he chuckled.
“You asked and we’re going to have to start a fucking swear jar for you mister.”
“Tit for tat, mister. And you’d owe me money.”
“You show me your tits again and I’ll show you my tats.”
“You have tattoos, Sam?” He looked at me to see if I was being serious.
“I guess you missed them when you were shot. You must have been distracted while you were saving me.”
“Can I see them?” He asked hopefully.
“When the time is right.”
“You’re going to make me wait? You’re a tease. You’ve practically seen my whole body.”
“True. But there is one thing I haven’t seen. One very big thing.”
“What if it were small? Would you still want me?”
“Every bit of you.”
“Nice answer,” he commented. I smiled. “You know you never answered my question about being a top or a bottom.”
“It totally depends on the guy. I topped Mark, but was going to bottom for him too.”
“Mind if I ask which you prefer?”
“Bottom. Definitely. What can I say? I like to get fucked and I mean thoroughly fucked. You?”
“Top. Although I will bottom for the right guy.”
“And what is your definition of the right guy?”
“He has to be a take charge kind of guy.”
“Interesting. I am learning all kinds of things about you Jim Davidson.”
“And I you. I’m getting hungry, though. You?”
“I could eat a little something.” We got up and wandered into the kitchen. I did catch a glimpse of his hard-on straining against his pants, though. I wondered if more sexy talk might get me somewhere.
* * *
For the next two weeks, we spent our days and evenings in each other’s company. I didn’t know how much time we had together and I didn’t care to ask. I was enjoying this time with him and didn’t want it to end. I was sure we were getting closer to the ultimate intimate moment every day. It was the little things that gave it away, a glance, a touch, a hug. I could tell I was wearing him down. He might not admit it, but I knew he was starting to care for me too.
We were sitting outside on the patio, both in a pair of shorts and him with no shirt. I was staring at the little round scar on his left chest when he caught me.
“Does it hurt anymore?” I asked.
“Not much. It’s just a little stiff. That’s all. Yours?”
“I don’t know how much longer we can ignore the big pink elephant in the room, but I have to say something.”
“I know what you’re going to say, and I think I’m ready to hear it, but let me say something first.” He seemed to be trying to screw up the courage to say what he had to say. “Sam, you came into my life a wisecracking, smartass and I thought you were certifiably insane. I have come to realize that all that is true and I…” He hesitated and I wasn’t sure he could go through with it. “I can’t imagine my life going forward without you.” Say it, Jim, just say it, I thought. “There is just one thing I think we need to do before we can move on together and that is… make love.” Well, he didn’t exactly say it, but that was close enough for me, for now.
“I agree. I’m free now. I mean I’ll have to cancel a few appointments, move things around on my schedule, but now works for me.” He stood and so did I. We came together and kissed. It was a kiss of love unspoken, of passion, and of things to come. He took my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. I’d had a glimpse of it from the hall, but I hadn’t actually been in it yet. The room was big like him, the bed was big like him. It suited him. As we approached the bed, I got a little nervous. This wasn’t just going to be sex. He had asked me to make love with him. I don’t think I had ever done that before. He seemed to sense my apprehension, so he undressed me slowly. I found the act erotic to say the least. He traced each tat, as it was revealed, with his tongue. When he got to my underwear he pulled those down slowly, revealing my cock a little at a time. He kissed the base of the shaft and pulled them down some more. Just before he was going to see the head, he took the shaft in one hand and pulled it the rest of the way out. His mouth was on it in seconds and I let out a moan of relief mixed with excitement as I grabbed his shoulders. He licked and sucked until I thought I’d shoot in his mouth for sure, but then he released me and stood back up.
“You are one sexy man, Sam. May I fuck you?”
“Oh God yes!” He picked me up and threw me on the bed. I scooted up and watched as he stripped for me. I was waiting for the one thing I hadn’t seen yet. As he lowered that small piece of cloth, he revealed what I’d been waiting for. His cock was as beautiful as I had suspected… long, thick and circumcised. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my entire life. Jim lay down on top of me and began kissing my body. My heart was beating so fast in my chest, I thought, please, God, let me survive long enough for this man to make love to me, because I think I might just have a heart attack.
And as if God had heard me, and was telling me that not all prayers are answered the way we want, there was a crash downstairs and then running feet on the stairs. That’s when someone burst through the door. It was Jerry, again, and the motherfucker was pointing a gun at us! He laughed,
“More faggot boyfriends? Jesus, you’re such a slut. I don’t know who’s more pathetic, you or your bodyguard. Prepare to meet your maker.” Too many old movies, I thought.
“You don’t have to do this, Jerry,” Jim told him as he rolled off me and to my side. But how do you reason with a psycho that’s just broken out of jail?
“Nice try, G-man.” Definitely too many old movies. Just then Jim pulled something from beneath my pillow and fired three times. Two bullets caught Jerry in the chest and one went right between the eyes. He fell to the floor, this time he was not getting back up. Jim looked back at me and asked,
“Are you alright?” All I could say was,
“Jesusfuckingchrist! I was finally going to get fucked by the man I love and this joker has to fucking ruin it! What an asshole!!!”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’ You’d better go to your room and get dressed. I need to call 911 and the Bureau.”
“Don’t you forget to get dressed too.” Jim started making the bed. I looked back at him, as I stepped over Jerry’s stupid dead body, and said, “thank you,” then I kicked the bastard as he lay in a pool of his own blood. I went to my room and messed up my bed. Then I got dressed and went downstairs. Jim came to check on me while we waited for the police, the FBI, and the coroner to show up. I decided to have a beer and sit on the front porch while we waited for the circus to arrive. I told him I was fine. He knew otherwise. He sat down next to me and held my hand until the first police car arrived. He went through what happened with them and then with the agent who showed up. Meanwhile, the coroner took Jerry out to their van. He was in a body bag and I was tempted to spit on him, but I didn’t. When everyone had gone, Jim took me back into the house, then picked me up and carried me upstairs. I started to say something, but he just ‘shhhed’ me. He didn’t put me down on the bed, though, he carried me into the bathroom. He started filling the big jacuzzi while undressing. I followed suit. He got in first then asked me to sit in front of him.
“This feels good,” I told him.
“I thought it might. Let’s just sit here until we shrivel up and all our cares float away.” I leaned back against his strong chest and he wrapped his arms around me.
“There’s something big and hard poking me in the back, Jim.”
“There’s nothing I can do about it. I’m holding the man I love in my arms. It does things to me.” I turned around quickly, splashing water all over the floor.
“You said it!” I was overjoyed.
“How could I not? When Jerry was pointing that gun at you, all I could think was, Over my dead body will you hurt the man I love.”
“I always knew you’d crack someday.”
“Yeah, but it took you to do it.” I turned back around and let the day’s craziness melt away, while Jim’s stiff member was a reminder that there was “business” left unfinished. I was almost asleep when Jim told me to stand up, that he was taking me to bed. I was too relaxed and too worn out, and he sensed that. He dried me off and then himself. He picked me up and carried me to bed then covered me gently with a sheet. He crawled in from the other side and snuggled up behind me.
“Your stiff member is still poking me in the back,” I said groggily. “How about you move it down between my legs?” He did. “That feels better, almost like you’re inside me.” He wrapped his free arm around me and squeezed. I was asleep before I knew it. I slept till morning. When I turned over, I saw that the bed was empty. I looked up and a naked Jim was walking through the door with a breakfast tray. “If I only had a camera. You, the picture of domestic bliss and naked too. It doesn’t get any better than this.”
“I thought you could use some food after sleeping for nearly eleven hours.”
“What?!” I exclaimed as I sat up. “I’ve never done…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“Here, I made toast, eggs, bacon, and brought jam, butter, cream cheese, milk, almond of course, orange juice and coffee.”
“I guess I’ll take a little of everything.” He made himself and me a plate. I proceeded to devour the food as if I hadn’t eaten days. He had a little jam on his chin, so I leaned in and licked it off.
“You have some on your chest too. What a slob.” I licked the imaginary spot.
“I did not.”
“My mistake. But you definitely have some on your stomach.” He looked down and watched as I smeared a glob on his abs. “Let me get that for you.” He leaned back as I licked his stomach thoroughly. “One more spot on your cock.” I smeared a big glob on his dick. I licked and licked until he was hard. Then I took the whole thing in my mouth. He squirmed as I licked and sucked and squeezed. I was torn between sucking the cum out of him and wanting him to fuck me with it. I chose the latter, so I let go and crawled over him to kiss his gorgeous lips. I released him and stated, “I want you to fuck me, now, and God help the criminal who tries to stop me from getting what I want!”
“Yes, Sir!” He slid out from under me, put the tray on the floor, and retrieved what he needed from the nightstand. Then he approached me like an animal would his prey, sexual desire in his eyes. He popped the lid on the lube and started working me open with one finger, then two, then three, and finally a fourth. I took them all and wanted more. He placed my legs on his broad shoulders and pushed his sheathed cock inside me, slowly. But I wanted all of him so I leaned forward, grabbed his muscled ass and pulled him all the way in. I didn’t let go until he bottomed out. Then I lay back and let him take me.
“Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me. Make me yours.”
“You are mine,” he grunted as he made love to me.
“Fuck my ass, Jim. Fuck me harder, dammit. I need you!” He did fuck me harder and then he slowed down.
“You’re killing me, Babe.”
“I’m fucking you, Baby… at my pace.”
“Just don’t stop.”
“I’ll stop when I’ve filled you with my spunk, that’s when I’ll stop.” That’s when I felt the first smack to my ass. “You like that, don’t you, Baby? You need me to spank you.” I bit my lip and nodded. I’d never felt anything like it. I wanted to come so badly. “Touch yourself, Baby.” I took my cock in my hand and started jerking off. I had to slow down several times or I would have blown ahead of him. “Jerk that gorgeous, uncut cock. I want to see you come.” He smacked my other ass cheek and I knew I was close. I started stroking again. “Squeeze my cock with your ass, Baby.” He smacked it again and that did it. I screamed, “fuuccckkkk!” and I shot my thick, creamy load all over myself… and the headboard. “That was fucking hot, Baby. Now it’s my turn.” He made one last thrust and screamed, “fuuuucccckkkk!” and came inside me. He spasmed and jerked, I could tell it was one hell of an orgasm. When he opened his eyes, I was looking up at him with the biggest grin on my face. “What?”
“You’re the wild man in bed, not me,” I assured him. He just chuckled.
“I have never talked during sex in my life, until today.”
“The dam finally burst. I’d say you are officially released.”
“From your self-imposed emotionless prison.”
“That sounds like a lot of psychobabble.”
“Say what you will. It’s true.”
“I’d better get us cleaned up.” He made a move to pull out, but I held him by the butt. I was stronger than I looked. “Let me go, Sam.”
“I liked it better when you called me ‘Baby’ in the throws of passion.”
“Let me go, Baby.”
“I like having you inside me. Can we go again, Jimmadabbadoo?”
“No good? How about Jimdandy?” He slapped me lightly on the ass.
“You’re almost ready to go again. I can feel your cock getting hard.”
“I’d at least have to get a new condom.” I reached back and got him one. He pulled out, took off the old one and put on the new one on, then he put it back inside.
“Now doesn’t that feel better, like home?” I asked.
“Actually, everything about you feels like home.” He leaned down and kissed me. He started to move inside me again. I got hard and I thought this time might be even better than the first time. And it was. And every time after was better than the last.
Eventually, we found out that Jerry had escaped on his way to prison. Someone from the Department of Corrections who was on the transport overpowered the other guard and the two of them jumped off the van while it was moving. They searched for Jerry and his accomplice for weeks but with no luck. That is until Jerry showed up at Jim’s house and he shot and killed Jerry. It took a little longer to find his cohort, but after Jerry was killed he didn’t last very long on the lam. As it turned out, Jerry had found out where Jim lived sometime before the trial. Crazy, huh?!
* * *
On occasion, the Bureau would hold a ceremony where they would honor an agent or agents for valor and heroism. This day the agent who was to receive such recognition was none other than the very Special Agent James Davidson. Usually these ceremonies were reserved for agents and their coworkers only, but somehow I had managed to wrangle an invitation. I stayed in the back out of the way while Jim was on their little stage. The Assistant Director was droning on about agents needing to be both brave and selfless at all times, blah, blah, blah. Then he got to the part about Jim. I perked up.
“Special Agent James Davidson not only exemplifies those qualities, but he demonstrated heroism as well, when he saved the man he was protecting from a gunman twice, the same gunman mind you, on two separate occasions. Jim has displayed on more than one occasion the traits that make an FBI agent and the agency one of the most respected in the country. Now with that said, it is my honor to award Agent Davidson both the FBI Star for being injured in the line of duty when he was shot while protecting Sam Samson, who is here today,” he pointed to the back of the room to where I was standing, “and the FBI Medal of Valor for staring down that same gunman when he tried to shoot Sam Samson again. I have to tell you that in my experience, very few agents are awarded one of these medals let alone two. Now, Jim.” He turned and Jim got up. There was a smattering of applause as he joined The Assistant Director at the podium. He was presented with both medals and then he shook the Assistant Director’s hand. It was Jim’s turn to speak.
“Thank you, Assistant Director. I’ll be brief. I want to thank everyone for coming today to share this with me. I want to say that I know in my heart that every single one of you has within you the same bravery, selflessness, and ability to make the split-second decision that it takes to protect the public from scum like Jerry Giordano. I am proud to be an FBI agent and I know you all are too.” Even though it was a small gathering, the applause was still pretty decent. He smiled and started making his way to the back of the room. His colleagues congratulated him and shook his hand the whole way. When he finally made it back to me, he stopped and looked down at me.
“I’m proud of you, Jiminator.”
“I’ll let you have that one because it sounds cool.”
“Good because you are… cool, that is.”
“Wanna get out of here?”
“Lead the way.” We walked through the building, me wanting desperately to hold his hand, while he spoke with coworkers as we walked by. When we got outside, it was a bright, sunny day. The birds were singing and I could smell flowers on the breeze. Jim and I walked to the car, which was parked out front, side by side. He was just opening the car door when we heard it, that sound I will never forget, and the car windshield exploded. Jim pulled me down and drew his service weapon. He stuck his head up a little and another shot hit the car. All I could do was pray he didn’t get hurt, Jim, not the idiot with the gun. He popped up, took aim and fired two shots. Then he didn’t duck back down. I yanked on his pantleg but he stayed up.
“He’s dead,” was all Jim said. Then he started walking across the street. I followed close behind. There was a man on the sidewalk lying in a pool of blood. He had taken two shots to the chest. His eyes were still open and I looked right into them. He was indeed dead, but that’s when I lost it.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I kicked him in the side. “You piece of shit! Trying to kill me,” I kicked him again. “You shitty motherfucker!” I kicked him one last time. By that time, Jim was pulling me back and assuring me that he was dead and no amount of kicking him was going to change that. “I know, I just hate him so much right now and I don’t even know who he is!” By this time, we had drawn quite a crowd, including the Assistant Director.
“What happened Davidson?” He asked.
“Director, this is Julian Giordano, Jerry’s cousin. My guess is that he was trying to avenge Jerry’s death.”
“You alright, son?” The Assistant Director asked me.
“I’m alright. I guess someone should tell the coroner I kicked the son of a bitch, three times. I just wish he’d been alive to feel it.” He chuckled.
“Davidson, I think you’d better take Mr. Samson home.”
“But, Sir, what about giving my statement?” Jim asked.
“I think you can do that tomorrow. You’ll be on desk duty after all. Surrender your weapon to…” He looked around. “Stevens here.”
“Yes, Sir.” Jim handed his firearm over and led me away. We stood on the steps while we waited for a cab, because Jim’s car had no windshield and a bullet in the engine somewhere. On the ride home, I had time to think. I could shut down or I could go back to normal. I chose the latter. When it arrived, we got in.
“Jim, I have something to tell you,” I announced as we settled in for the ride home.
“We gonna start this again, really?”
“You saved my life… again… I owe you a blowjob.” I caught the cab driver looking in the rearview mirror.
“Is that the going rate?” Jim asked.
“Well, you do give a hell of a blowjob.”
“Why thank you, Sir.”
“Actually, I’ve saved your life three times. Do I get three blowjobs?”
“Three blowjobs and I’ll even fuck you for free.”
“Was that on the table?”
“Fucking is always on the table.”
“I like the way you think.
When we got back to the house, we soaked in the jacuzzi. He knew I would keep my promise to blow him later. It wasn’t like he was keeping score. I mean I was, he wasn’t. I had a little black book that I kept track of all the times we did it, who was on top, where we did it, that sort of thing. I was secretly convinced that this was all a dream that I would someday wake up from. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but that’s just the way my brain works.
“What do you want to do now that this is all over?” Jim asked while he soaped up my chest and stomach.
“I want to redecorate.”
“Because your house looks like a model home. Who decorated it anyway?” He was awfully quiet. I turned to look at him. “You decorated it?”
“No… it was a model home,” he finally admitted. I couldn’t believe it.
“Why would you buy a model home?”
“Because it was fully furnished and decorated. What would you change?”
“Some of the paintings and accessories, that’s all.”
“I’m okay with that. By the way, when I asked what you wanted to do, I meant do want to stay home? Do you want to go back to school? Do you want to get a job? What?”
“I do actually have a degree, you know.”
“I figured you might. What’s it in?”
“Astronomy.” He hesitated, then asked,
“Are you sure you don’t mean astrology?”
“No, I mean astronomy, as in the stars, constellations, celestial objects and phenomena.” He was quiet for the longest time, so I continued. “I mean I never actually worked in my field. You kind of have to work with other people sometimes. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly a people person. I think I’m hysterical. Most people think I’m rude and obnoxious.” I shrugged.
“Is there someplace around here that has one of those big telescopes?”
“It’s called an observatory and yes, there is one a few miles away.”
“I didn’t know that. How do you know that?”
“I have my memory back, remember?”
“When did that happen, by the way?”
“When Jerry was pointing a gun at me, the first time, and I was trying to protect Mark, naked.”
“Wow. The doctor said it could happen instantaneously. Sorry, I got off track. Do you want to work in astronomy? I might be able to help.” I turned and looked at him.
“You’d do that for me?” I asked, incredulous.
“I mean I am a highly decorated FBI agent. And I’d do anything for you, Sammy, I love you.”
“I love you, too, but my name’s not Sammy or Sam. It’s Adam.”
“I will never be able to call you Adam. You’ll always be Sam to me, or Sam-I-Am.”
“Oh, so it’s going to be like that?!” I said as I tried to tickle him, but he was quicker and stronger. I never got anywhere near his sides. We got out and dried off after we’d kissed and made up. We made love for the… I don’t know how many times we were up to because I don’t have my book with me, but it was a lot... umpteenth time. Afterwards, I lay awake thinking, while Jim slept next to me, my dear, sweet lover. Who would have imagined I, the guy with the acerbic wit, would end up with the hunky FBI agent when I was supposed to end up with the sweet college student? I could have had the angel, but it wasn’t meant to be. Instead, I got Jim, my hero. The sweetest, kindest, most loving man I had ever met. And he was my man, if I didn’t screw it up. I could imagine us being together into old age. Did his line of work scare me? Yes and of course I’m worried, but he’s scary good at his job, so… not really. Yeah, I know I’m full of shit, but he loves me anyway, so I have that. And that is enough to get me through bullet wounds and shootouts and whatever else he’s going to have to go through in the line of duty. As long as I know he’s going to come home to me, that’s all that matters. I can get through the rest of it, because love really does conquer all, even psychopathic killers… and their stupid cousins.
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About the author… D. Greg Denton grew up in Alexandria, Virginia. He has been a visual artist all his life. He has had two solo shows in Washington, DC and has been included in countless group shows. His work is in private collections all over the world. This is not his first foray into the world of literature. He has been writing poetry and short stories for decades. He has maintained his own website http://www.dgregdenton.com since the late 90s. He currently makes his home on a ten acre gentleman’s farm in the Shenandoah Valley with his husband/partner of twenty-seven years and their menagerie of animals.