Title: Control Issues Author: Penemuel Archive: Sure, just let me know where if other than list archive Part: 2/? Pairing: Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn, Leo McGarry/Jed Bartlet/Abbey Bartlet, references to Leo McGarry/John Hoynes Rating: NC-17 Warnings: None Yet Notes: Mild spoilers for "In the Shadow of Two Gunmen" Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I'm just playing with them for a while and will give them back when done. They might be a little sticky, though. Control Issues by Penemuel Part 2 Instead of staying late, I stuffed a bunch of files I had to review into my backpack with my laptop and headed for my apartment. With luck, they'd finally let Josh go home so he could eat and get *some* rest before he had to fly out with the President and Toby for the emergency summit. I called for delivery and got us some Thai, and then curled up on the couch to read. Five minutes later, I realized I'd read the same paragraph about ten times, and still hadn't retained more than two words. I was too worried about Josh and the others going into a potentially dangerous situation. I'm pretty sure Leo was in a similar mindset, since he was being forced to stay home just the same way I was. Of course, I was being forced to stay home because Toby wouldn't trust me to be able to choose the *exact* right words, while Leo was being forced to stay home because if Josh was here running things, we'd implode before they got back in three days. I love him dearly, but Josh is a walking PR disaster. Absolutely adorable, but really not the person you want handling things while the President is out of the country... On top of the concerns for their safety, there were other things on my mind. Pretty puzzling things, considering the people involved. First, there was Leo's odd behaviour. Josh told me that he'd explained away his stiffness as having slept funny. Except that he hadn't been acting like he had a crick in his neck, he'd been acting like someone had given him a really, really good fucking. Believe me, I know the signs... But I had a really, really hard time thinking that the President fucked Leo so hard he couldn't sit down -- the President is a *total* Sub. Again, believe me, I know the signs... Now, since it was obvious that Leo *loves* the President, I couldn't figure out who he'd been with. Not that it was any of my business, but -- well, they're always nosing into *my* sex life, why the hell shouldn't I return the favour? I figured it had to be someone in the staff -- Leo wouldn't trust anyone outside to keep it quiet -- but I don't know too many people who are, well, either brave enough or dumb enough to top Leo. As a matter of fact, the only person I could think of was someone Leo wouldn't touch in a million years... Of course, that same person was the one I'd been hearing certain rumours about recently. Rumours -- and other things -- I really didn't want to think about, and wasn't entirely sure I wanted to discuss with the other person they involved. That same person who just pulled up outside and was going to get a big sloppy kiss as soon as he came in... I put the file away and got up to wait for him. "Honey, I'm home!" Josh called as soon as he got in. The instant the door shut behind him, I grabbed him and kissed him. I think we both fell back against the door, and I heard him fumbling around, then the deadbolt slid home. "I hope you already got dinner, because you're staying in here with me for the rest of the night," he said, when we finally separated. "There's Thai in the fridge. I got cold dishes because I didn't know how long they were going to keep you..." He smiled at me and wrapped his arms around me, then nuzzled my neck and whispered in my ear, "Leo and the President know. They want us to be discreet, but they're behind us..." "You asked?" "Only *after* Leo told me to let you take care of me -- he said you do a good job of it." "Well, I take better care of you than you do..." He smiled at that one -- Josh is, thankfully, *aware* that he needs both Donna and I to run things for him. Even if I'm apparently incapable of taking care of myself... "Thai in the fridge, right?" he asked, putting an arm around my waist and steering me back into the kitchen. "Yeah. Hey -- was Leo wearing a different pair of pants this afternoon? After the nap you said he took?" I was getting plates and bowls and the take-out cartons ready while Josh picked two bottles of beer from the fridge. "Yeah, he said he spilled coffee on the other ones." "Huh. That's interesting." "What?" "I dunno," I answered. Spilling coffee wasn't out of the question... But, there were the things I'd heard... "Is there something going on with Hoynes? Because I hear things, and--" Oh my god, he just went white... "What kind of things?" Josh asked, and I could hear that slight note of fear in his voice. Oh no -- this wasn't good. This was really just *not* good... "Uh -- well, nothing, really," I backpedaled. Suddenly I just got scared, and I didn't want to know. I finished dishing out the larb gai and garden rolls, and when I went to throw out the cartons, he grabbed my hand and turned me to face him again. "Tell me what you heard, Sam," he said, all serious and insistent. I swallowed hard, trying to work some moisture back into my throat, which had suddenly gone completely dry. "I --ah-- I heard that Hoynes is a bit of a b&d type guy, and that he's about as straight as I am." That is to say, not very, by the way. Despite nearly getting married once, and sleeping with Laurie; oh -- and that nightmarish almost-relationship with Leo's daughter, I really did prefer men. Well -- I really did prefer one man, and right now that one man seemed to be waiting for the other shoe to drop. Come on, writer-boy, spit it out! "I also heard that you slept with him when you were working for him..." "God, Sam, where the *hell* did you hear that from?!" Josh asked, and he seemed to be close to panic. He must have thought that someone in the staff knew and that it would be in the tabloids any day -- I'd gone about this *all* wrong! "Josh, love, please, don't panic. I -- uh-- I heard it from you..." ...two, three, four... "What?!" "You kinda talk in your sleep sometimes..." "I'm going to be flying overseas with the President tomorrow afternoon and you just thought to tell me this *now*?!" "Well, it's not like you're going to get to sleep on the plane anyway..." "Oh. Well, you're probably right..." He frowned, and then something seemed to click into place. "Oh, Sam -- I'm sorry, I should have told you, but... I-- It only happened while I was working with him, not while we were together... And I-- okay, once after the campaign, too, but--" "Shh..." I tried to soothe him. He still seemed so pale... "It's okay -- I'm just worried he'll do something to hurt you--" "He'd never do that..." "--because you're not exactly up on what to do on the receiving end of--" And then he pulled me in and kissed me hard. By the time we broke the kiss, I was panting and hard as a rock... "He wouldn't hurt me," Josh repeated. "One time, after the campaign -- that's all. We ran into each other jogging, and it was just this kind of mutual sweaty guy thing. That's it." "Not fair -- you're my sweaty guy..." Okay, so I happen to like the way Josh smells when he's been working out or jogging. It's a kink. So sue me... "I know. Forgive me?" He gave me the patented Josh Lyman silly 'I'm sorry' face and I crumbled. "Of course! Josh, I wasn't mad, anyway, just worried..." And suddenly his mind managed to make the connection to what I'd been talking about earlier. "Wait a minute -- you were asking about *Leo* when this conversation started." I nodded, finally managing to toss the take-out cartons. "Yeah. There's a rumour..." "Oh?" "And it's just a little suspicious with the way Leo was acting today..." "We don't need people spreading more rumours about Leo -- Lillienfield was bad enough," Josh said, picking up the plates and carrying them over to the table where we usually ate. I joined him a moment later with the utensils and beers. "You said he told you he slept funny, that's why he seemed to be uncomfortable. But Josh, didn't he seem a little more like I do when you get really forceful?" "Sam, what are you saying?" "Josh, he spent all day acting like he got the fucking of his life!" God, you can be dense sometimes! "But the President wouldn't--" "No, the President wouldn't, he's a total Sub... But the rumour I heard was that Leo went to the *Vice* President's residence last night." "Leo and Hoynes?" Josh choked, almost spraying a mouthful of beer all over me, "Leo and *Hoynes*?!" He shook his head and said, "You've got to be wrong, Leo'd *never*-- Leo and *Hoynes*?" "I know -- but can you think of anyone else who'd be bold enough to try to top Leo?" "Only other person I could think of who would be *bold* enough never would because he's the one guy we work for I'm convinced really is completely straight," Josh murmured around a mouthful of garden roll. I looked up at him, waiting to hear who he thought could top Leo. "Of course, it could always be the First Lady with a strap-on..." Needless to say, that's an image that I find to be incredibly intimidating -- which he could obviously tell from one look at me. He smiled, then asked, "So, aren't you going to guess?" Pain in the ass. Well, it couldn't be... "Toby?!" I laughed, and he feigned a pout. "Toby couldn't top Leo -- he just *pretends* to be a hardass. But don't tell him I said that..." "Hmmn...It'll cost you..." Josh mused. "But before we get into that, I don't know what's going on with Leo and Hoynes, if anything did -- but we should drop it, Sam. It's none of our business -- *you* should understand that..." "Okay, okay -- enough with the guilt trip already. You win, I'll keep my nose out of it -- I'm just concerned about him and don't want him to get hurt." Okay, that was probably a little on the defensive side. I still wasn't comfortable about what Josh had said about Hoynes, but I trusted Josh to tell me the truth about it. If he said nothing happened after that last time, nothing happened. "If Leo *did* see Hoynes last night," Josh said thoughtfully, "do you think someone talking about it is trouble, like when his personnel file got leaked?" I shook my head and said, "No -- I think it was actually an innocent comment, and I've blown it all out of proportion... It's not like everyone is going to know what they're seeing, you know?" "Yeah, but you're such a bad boy you would..." Josh purred, grabbing my hand as I reached out for my beer. "I should spank you and make *you* spend tomorrow squirming in your seat..." "Uh--" Oh, that was intelligent... God, the look he was giving me made me want to sweep everything off the table and-- "Finish your dinner, then we're going to bed..." --==**==-- I walked into the room, then realized that the First Lady was putting a garment bag down over the back of the couch. I nearly backed out, but she looked up and saw me... "I'm sorry, Abbey, I thought you were still in Europe," I explained quietly. "I'll go..." "No, Leo, stay -- please. I came back because--" I have to admit for a second my heart tried to strangle me as it leapt into my throat. "Is he okay?" "Oh, Leo, he's *fine* -- I just wanted to see him before he left. In case-- Probably for the same reason you're here now," she finally settled on, and we both knew what she meant. Just in case some maniac with a bomb decided that the emergency summit was too good a target to pass up. It was the same reason I'd ordered Josh to go home and spend the time with Sam before the flight tomorrow... The chance that someone *would* be dumb enough to try was minuscule, but that fear was lurking in the back of everybody's minds. I nodded, then asked, "Can I talk to you for a minute? I've got something I really need to tell him, but I should tell you, too. You've accepted me into your family, and I'm really not happy hiding it from either of you..." "Leo, I don't care *what* you do with John Hoynes as long as you don't hurt Jed and you don't get hurt yourself..." How the-- "Abbey, you haven't even *been* here, how the--" Damn, the woman is uncanny... "If I tell you, I'd have to kill you..." she said with a smile. Then she relented and said, "Jed was worried about you, and to tell you the truth, I am, too. He told me about the meeting this morning. Can I get personal?" You know, she's one of only two people who can really make me blush, and she's done it again... "You're cute when you blush, Leo," she whispered in my ear, then gently kissed me on the cheek. Jeez... "Abbey..." "Sorry -- I can't resist, you know. Seriously, Leo, are you in pain because you overdid it, or is there a reason to worry?" Suddenly she was back in doctor-mode, which was a relief considering how personal the question was. "There's no reason to worry -- it's just..." I cleared my throat and tried not to feel like a teenager whose stash of 'Playboy' got discovered by his mom. "It's been a long time since someone -- y'know." "Okay. One more question, and you're not going to like this one: did he do it to hurt Jed?" Her voice was quiet, but the look in her eyes was steely -- if she thought Hoynes was just using me to hurt the President, I'd really hate to be him tomorrow... "I can't rule that out as *part* of his reasoning, but that's not all of it. I think he wanted a challenge..." I chuckled quietly and continued, "but he got a little more than he bargained for." "You randy old man," she said, her eyes twinkling. And then the door to the bedroom opened to reveal Jed standing there in his pajamas. "Hey -- do I have to call the agents to arrest you two intruders?" Then he smiled and walked out to embrace Abbey. "I thought you were still in France until tomorrow evening..." "I wanted to see you before you left," she explained. I took a couple of steps back while they cuddled and had a quiet discussion. I would have left, but Abbey caught my eye and shook her head. After a little while, she looked over at me and said, "I'm going to leave you two alone for a few minutes." She looked back up at Jed and said, "Leo wants to talk to you before your trip. When you two are done talking, if you want to spend the night, Leo, it's okay with me." "Wicked woman," Jed said with a grin. He motioned for me to follow him and led me back into the bedroom, murmuring something about Abbey wanting to keep a harem. I wasn't sure I wanted to know the details about that one... I followed him to the bed and waited for him to climb back into it and make himself comfortable, then sat down on the edge of it next to him. Almost immediately, he leaned back and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. "Oh, Leo..." he murmured, "She's worried. Are you worried?" He looked up at me and nodded, "You're worried." "There are a lot of people in that part of the world who would think taking the leaders of the US, Israel, and the Palestinians out was a worthy death, Jed. Yes, I'm worried." "I'd tell you not to be, but *I'm* worried. But I'll be careful -- I promise," he said softly, "I have to do this, though. I can't just sit by and not try..." "I know..." Then I took a deep breath and said, "I have a confession to make..." "Is that one of my duties, too? I don't seem to remember that in the job description..." "Smart-ass." He smiled at me and said, "Better than being a dumb-ass." "I'll whup your ass if you're not careful," I murmured, feeling him snuggling closer. I wrapped my arm around him, then said, "I'm not entirely sure you're going to want me in your bed after this, Jed." I could feel him tense, and suddenly I felt overwhelmed with guilt -- how could I have done this to him... "What is it, Leo?" he asked, his voice losing the joking tone it had held a moment ago. "What did you do?" "Remember I told you I talked to Hoynes last night; that he called me because he was having problems?" He nodded, but kept silent. "Well, he-- ah--" Just spit it out, Leo, there *is* no delicate way to phrase this! "He fucked me, Jed." "I'll kill him." The way he said it, I honestly couldn't tell if he was serious or not. "I didn't try to stop him -- he didn't force me or rape me or anything like that." "Okay, I'll kill both of you." "Jed..." "Leo, how *could* you? You know how I feel about him -- that bastard made me *beg* him..." "Yeah, made me beg him, too..." I admitted. "I'm back to killing him." "Jed..." "Is that why you're so sore? He -- Leo, how could you let him--" He stopped short and frowned, then looked up at me. "He made you beg -- like you make me beg sometimes?" Beet red. I swear I turned beet red... "I don't want to hear any more. And I don't like you anymore." Now I could hear a little bit of his humour returning -- he thought it was funny that I was blushing. Wonderful. "He made you beg?" "Am I going to have to listen to *this* every day, now?" "I think it's funny -- now John Hoynes has screwed both of us -- so to speak; and made us both beg. It's *your* fault we're stuck with him, you know." "I know... You want to hear what Abbey thought was funny?" "Tell me you didn't go into details about him -- I do *not* want him joining the harem." "What *is* this with the harem?" He smiled up at me and said, "Seems to be the result of a discussion some of her staff was having -- something about who they'd want to keep tied up in their bedrooms. There was something about the Arabian Nights, too. Then she hears I'm going to the Mideast..." "I'm *not* dressing up like Barbara Eden and calling her Mistress." "Don't tell her, she'll take it as a challenge..." he said, smiling again. We both knew who would win that challenge, too... "Okay, what did she think was funny?" he asked, then frowned and added, "You realize I might not think it's funny, and then I won't like you again." "I'll take that risk... Okay -- *part* of the reason he did it was to get to you. That was more than obvious." He frowned, but before he could say anything I continued, "But from the way he was acting most of the reason was that he wanted a challenge. He wanted to see if he *could* top me -- and the only reason he did is because I *let* him..." "You mean you were still the one in control -- even though he made you beg, you were in control?" he asked. When I nodded, he smiled again. "Leo, *this* has potential... You'll excuse me if I get a little vindictive, but are you going to --uh-- talk to him again?" I can't say I was entirely comfortable with Jed turning the tables and using me against Hoynes, but there was a part of me that had been entertaining as much without his suggestion. "I dunno. Possibly -- after all, I can't let him get away with what he did without punishing him properly." "No, definitely not. You *have* to put him in his place..." And when he said that, the dream came flooding back to me and my cock jumped. Which Jed must have seen or felt, because the next moment his hand was on my crotch, feeling me through my pants. "I *see*..." I couldn't hold in the groan as he squeezed and massaged me into full erection. "Ohhgod, Jed..." "What part of it turns you on so much, Leo?" he whispered, pressing himself against my side. "Being the one to control two of the world's most powerful men?" "I gotta tell you, it's got its appeals..." I answered, turning to face him and pushing him back into the pillows, then leaning in for a kiss. Oh god -- he grew pliant under me, his legs spreading to allow me to slide a leg between them and press against his hardening cock. He groaned and surged up against me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a near-frantic kiss. I ground my hips into his, relishing the moan that escaped when we broke the kiss. "God, Leo, you are a sexy bastard, you know that?" Instead of answering I kissed him again, plundering his mouth as he writhed against me. God, he could drive me wild so easily, that willing body surrendering to me so eagerly. I wanted to be inside him, but the way he was moving his hips against mine, this was going to be over too quickly -- and I was going to mess up the second pair of pants in one day... I slid my hands up under his shirt and stroked his sides, very gently tracing the pink scars from where he was shot. He shuddered against me and whimpered softly, pulling back to gasp for air. "Oh -- god -- Leo!" He arched into me and suddenly we were bucking against each other and groaning as we came -- seeing him helpless in pleasure like that gets me every time... "Damn, you two are *hot*," Abbey said, and I looked up to find her watching us. Jed looked up at her and smiled, "There's room here for you, too..." "Honey, you need your rest," she whispered, turning off the light and climbing into bed so that Jed was snuggled between us. "And you're starting to drift off already, aren't you..." He smiled up at her and murmured, "Yeah, guess I am..." "That's okay, Jed, I'm tired, too," she whispered, embracing him and settling into a comfortable position. "But you'd better not be too tired when you come home..." I sat up for a moment, stripping off my shoes, shirt and pants and dropping them beside the bed, then slid under the covers and cuddled back up against Jed. "I'll get up to leave a little early tomorrow morning, give you two some time alone together..." "That might be a good idea..." Abbey murmured, stroking Jed's hair and then reaching past him to touch my lips. "Go to sleep, both of you." Already I could hear Jed's breathing slowing as he drifted into sleep and knew that I wasn't that far from it myself. Felt so good to be in bed with someone I cared for, curled up close to Jed's warmth with Abbey's hand resting on my arm where I'd thrown it around Jed's waist. I'm pretty sure she watched us until we were both dead asleep... --==**==-- To be continued...