G never was never one for any kind of physical contact. No matter who it was, he tries to avoid it. But when it was Sam, he practically leaned into his touch. Whenever they shared an inmate touch, it was always in his car. It was simple though. Nothing too serious of a touch, Sam would save though touches for when G came over his place. Normally it was his hand brushing against his, or Sam placing a hand on his knee and rubbed up his thigh, even when they made it to a stop light, he would put his hand around his neck and rubbed gently behind his ear. Just casual as possible.

It was over the top when they were at Sam's place. They would have full blown make out sessions on the couch or on his bed. On days when one of them almost died or got shot, they would barely make it through the door before they started to kiss. When Sam touched him, his touches were firm and tight. As if he would never want to let him go. No matter how feminist it was, whenever Sam picked him up, his legs would instantly wrap around his waist. It was just out of instinct he figure. He loved it when Sam took control of him. Not in one of those sex kink ways, just in a, well he didn't know how to explain it. It just felt right to him, and Sam wasn't complaining.  This was the most intimate of touches.

Then they were times when they didn't have a hot make out session or a took their time making sweet love to each other. It was when they were basking in their own ecstasy. Under the covers keeping warm and G cuddled into Sam's chest. Sam's arms wrapped around him tightly like a chain. G always felt at home in his arms. No matter what was going on around them, whenever his arms were around him, he felt as if nothing could hurt him. Of course, he would never tell Sam this, it would be too embarrassing for him. He chuckled to himself to see how much more embarrassing could it get with him moaning and groaning and even on one occasion screaming as Sam made love to him, so that one fact would not bee too bad for Sam to know.

"Hey, what's funny?" Sam asked as he tapped his hip to get his attention.

"Nothing. Just thinkin," G said as he buried his face in the crook of his neck.

"You never just think G. You alright?"

"Why do you always worry about me?" G asked as he turned over and laid on his side.

"Cause if I don't, you'd be dead." Sam said as he moved to G's side and wrapped his arm around him.

"Alright. I'm just thinking about-you know us," G said nonchalantly.

"And," Sam pressed.

"What 'and'? There is no 'and'. Why does there have to be an 'and' with you?" G said.

"I'm not saying that there should be an 'and'. It just sounded like an 'and' should be there." Sam said as he placed a firm kiss on G's head.

"Whatever forget it." G said as he tried to get out of bed.

"Oh no. Come here." Sam said as he basically tackled him back to his spot.

"Sam stop it." G said with a small chuckle.

"Not until you talk to me. Come on G. Talk to me." Sam said as he squeezed his waist tightly to keep him in place.

"I'm just thinking about the future I guess. What happens next I guess." G said as he turned on is back to look at him.

"I did too. When you got shot I kept thinking about what was going to happen next. If you would live long enough for me to tell you I loved you. Then after you woke up, I focused on the present. We can worry about the future when it comes. Lets just focus on the here and now G. Okay." Sam said as he stroked his cheek.

"Okay. A kiss to the future then." G said with his usual cocky smirk.

"To the future." Sam whispered as he gave him a small kiss.

That one kiss turned into two and soon turned into five and let's just say that he didn't worry about the future since he was a little occupied by the present.

THE END