Title: Control Issues Author: Penemuel Archive: Sure, just let me know where if other than list archive Part: 3/? Pairing: Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Very mild bondage & spanking 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 3 I don't think either of us could finish dinner fast enough. Josh kept looking at me with so much heat in his gaze I swear I would have let him fuck me right then and there. By the time we were finished and I'd put the dishes in the sink, I knew I'd let him do *anything* as long as I could feel his hands on me. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom, then stopped just inside the room and ordered, "Get out of those clothes." I eagerly obeyed, my hands shaking as I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged out of it, then unfastened and unzipped my pants. Suddenly a hand fastened on my arm from behind, and Josh ordered, "Stop!" I froze, and he walked around to sit on the bed in front of me, then nodded, "Okay, continue." God, the look in his eyes! I slid my pants down and stepped out of the puddled fabric, then stood before him in just my briefs and socks, with his eyes drawn to my aching cock straining against the dark purple cotton. I was slightly self-conscious as I felt the air cooling the spot of dampness where my cock had leaked, but then Josh licked his lips and smiled up at me. "That's nice, Sam," he murmured, "That's really nice..." I smiled like a fool as he continued to stare at me, then he ordered, "Get the rest of it off, now." I leaned down and slid off my socks, then straightened again and hooked my thumbs in my waistband -- and waited. "Sam..." he warned, "don't be a tease, take those *off*." I smiled slyly and purred, "Make me..." "Oh, you are *so* in trouble," Josh growled, reaching out and grabbing one of my wrists. He pulled me in and tugged my underwear down, making an appreciative noise as my cock sprang free. "I'm gonna have to spank you, aren't I..." I managed to keep from gasping, but couldn't do anything about the way my cock jolted as he said that. God, I was *so* turned on, especially standing naked before Josh, who still wore everything except his jacket... Then he looked up at me and released my wrist; ordered, "Stand there and hold your hands out to me." Josh in full Dom-mode is -- to me, at least -- the sexiest person in the world. Sometimes I feel like he could order me to cum and I would, without his ever even touching me... It's not like we don't both switch, but when he's like this, unless I'm trying to push him I always obey. So, there I was, standing beside him as he sat on my bed; holding my hands out in front of me and waiting. And then he loosened his tie further and slid it off over his head, then looped it over my hands and pulled it tight. "Oh god..." I whispered, before I could stop myself. He must have caught the look on my face, because he smiled and purred, "That's okay, Sam, I want you vocal today. I want to hear how crazy I'm making you..." I think I whimpered... "If I put you over my knees and spank you, you'll get my pants all messy, won't you," he mused, looking up at me as I stood there trying not to tremble. "Take one step back and wait -- and *don't* touch yourself..." I obeyed, watching as he stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. I know I whimpered this time, but he was being evil-Josh, and that made him even sexier... The shirt flew across the room and landed on the lid of the hamper, and then his tank-top quickly followed. Even though I tried not to, my gaze went straight to the scar on his chest, so flushed with the increased blood-flow caused by his state of arousal. That had definitely been the worst night of my life -- finding out he was with Mandy, or that he was interested in Joey Lucas was *nothing* compared to those long hours of waiting to find out if he was going to live... We'd been together before I went to New York, and there were those crazy nights early in the campaign, but when things started getting serious we sort of agreed to step back and not do anything to risk losing the election. After that, we figured we'd have to behave to keep from bringing the wrath of the conservative right down on President Bartlet. Not that we weren't still causing trouble, with my relationship with Laurie and Josh's insults of the religious right on national TV, but we figured it was better than them finding out that gays and bisexuals were trying to take over the government. The bullet that nearly killed Josh changed all that -- I told him I couldn't stand the thought that I'd almost lost him, that he could have died without us ever being 'us' again. Being safe, not taking risks with our jobs -- it wasn't worth that pain; it just wasn't! "Sam, love, come back to me..." His voice snapped me back to the present and I realized he was standing and looking at me with concern creasing his forehead. "I'm okay, Sam; I'm here -- we're together and they'll just have to put up with it..." I blinked up at him and felt the colour rise in my cheeks. "Sorry, Josh -- I saw the--" "Shh... Time to pay attention and get back to being a good boy, Sam..." he purred, unbuckling his belt and then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He knew he had my attention again, especially after he slid his pants down and I stared at his cock straining in his shorts. I think I licked my lips; I know I made an noise that he liked, because his cock twitched. And then he growled and pulled down his shorts, sighing as his cock sprang free. I swallowed, my mouth watering at the sight of it, then licked my lips again. I know he saw me do it, because he reached out and rubbed his thumb gently over my lips; then closed the distance and kissed me hard. Oh god! I know I can be a slut, but I wanted him in me so bad I ached... With my hands restrained, I couldn't cling to him, so when he broke the kiss and backed away, I whimpered again. Then he climbed onto the bed and settled himself comfortably about midway down the side of it, then smiled up at me. "Okay, Sam, I want you to get on the bed and settle yourself across my thighs -- if you want, you can slide your cock between my legs, but I want your ass raised so I can spank you properly..." His voice sent a shiver through me -- I was lost; totally lost... I climbed onto the bed and settled the way he'd wanted, and a moan escaped as I slid my cock between his hot thighs. "Josh, I need a pillow lower so I can lean on it," I said, realizing with my hands restrained I couldn't move it into the right place myself. He grabbed one and together we got me into a completely comfortable position, then he settled both hands on my back and chuckled as I jumped. "You know, Sam, it's very nice being able to look at your sexy ass like this..." The hands slid down my hips and settled on my cheeks, and I could feel his thumbs gently spreading them apart as he leaned forward to look closer. "You want me up you *so* bad, don't you..." he said, his voice suddenly husky. I felt a jolt go through me, and he chuckled. "Guess that answers that..." He pressed gently against my anus and I gasped. "Oh, Sam, you are *such* a bad boy... Have to punish you for being so bad..." One hand settled over my tailbone to protect it from any stray strike, and the other hand stroked over my ass, his touch growing lighter until I couldn't feel it any more and realized he had drawn his hand back away from me. Oh god... *Smack!* He brought his hand down on my asscheek, hard enough to sting but not really hurt. I gasped and my muscles tightened involuntarily for an instant, then I gradually relaxed again as I realized I only felt a tingling feeling; no pain. *Smack!* The other asscheek this time, lower on the muscle; I cried out but we both knew it wasn't in pain. My cock was throbbing between Josh's thighs and I couldn't keep myself completely still. Of course, this meant I was being a *very* bad boy... *Smack!* I moaned, and Josh's hand remained where it had landed, squeezing the muscle as I pressed back against it. I could feel his cock throbbing where it was trapped between us, could feel how amazingly hard he was... And then his hand left my ass again and *smack!* once more, slightly harder this time. I cried out and Josh grunted in response. We were both panting by this point, and my ass was starting to throb with the heat of blood flowing to the abused area -- it felt incredibly good. That was when Josh slid the hand protecting my tailbone down further between my cheeks and pressed one fingertip into me. Oh *god* it felt good -- and even better when *smack!* he hit me again. "Josh..." I gasped, thrusting between his legs and then pressing back onto his finger, "please..." *Smack!* So much heat -- I felt like my ass was glowing with it... *Smack!!* Oh *god*! Less time between strikes gave me less chance to feel the sting fade into that delicious tingling heat, but it didn't matter by that point -- every strike sent a jolt of pleasure through me, each more intense than the one before. I could hear Josh panting, could feel him straining to keep still -- I wanted him to fuck me so bad and I could tell he wanted to fuck me, but he wasn't going to until he had punished me properly. I spread my legs as far as I could without falling off his lap or the bed and pressed back, knowing that I was being totally wanton and knowing exactly how it affected Josh... He spanked me again and again, hitting me faster and faster, both of us getting so turned on that I'm not even sure when it started but suddenly I was paralyzed by spasms of pleasure, thrusting harder and harder between his hot thighs as he spanked me over and over. I think I screamed -- I know Josh cried out, and suddenly hot cum was splashing between us as the sight and feel of me cumming pulled him along, too. Oh god, it was so good... ...We lay there, panting for breath, Josh flopped back on my bed and me still spread across his lap, until the stars dancing behind my eyes finally faded and I felt like I could move without passing out. *God!* It could be so amazingly intense sometimes! "Hey," Josh murmured, trying to sit up. "You okay? I didn't-- ooh, maybe I'll just lie here for another minute..." "Yeah, I'm okay, Josh," I answered, carefully slipping off his lap and standing up. I slid my hands out of the tie and laid it down on the nightstand, then climbed back onto the bed to kneel beside him. "You okay?" "Dizzy..." "Big surprise there," I answered with a smirk. He gave me a cross look I know he didn't feel, then tried to sit up again. I helped him, and together we got into bed the right way around. I knew it wasn't worth cleaning up yet, because there would be more sex as soon as we had recovered -- Josh had wanted to be inside me, and I still desperately wanted him there, it's just that my reaction to the spanking was so intense it caught him by surprise... Hell, it caught me by surprise! We settled comfortably under the covers, and then he reached out to trace my lips with a finger. "You are an incredibly hot, sexy man, Sam Seaborn..." "You're not too bad yourself, Josh," I murmured, lipping his finger and then catching it with my teeth. As I flicked the tip of my tongue over his fingertip, he groaned and I think his eyes actually crossed. His other hand, hindered by the fact that we were on our sides facing each other, stroked over what he could reach of my chest, pausing to pinch and tease a nipple. He shifted slightly to make it easier to reach me, and continued tormenting me as I gasped and released his finger. "Hot, sexy, horny... you want me in you?" he asked, continuing to pinch. I could feel each little jolt zinging down to my balls and settling there as growing heat... His free hand slid down my side to my hip, then back to squeeze my asscheek, and then he kissed me, pulling me hard against him. "Yes..." I whispered when he let me breathe again. "You want me to fuck you so hard you're squirming in your seat tomorrow?" he murmured against my cheek, turning to nip my earlobe. "Yes..." I breathed, rolling onto my back and pulling him with me. God, I loved the feel of him pressing me into the mattress... We were both hard again, Josh grinding his hips into mine until I bent my knees and used one foot to stroke up and down his leg and the other to wrap around him. "Oh--" "God, Sam..." he moaned, burying his face against my neck and nibbling up and down my throat, stroking his hands up and down my sides and trying to slide them under my ass. "You gotta let me go or I can't get in you, Sam..." he murmured, all breathy and hot and guaranteed to get me even hotter. He pulled free and kissed me, then nibbled his way down my front until he reached a nipple. Then he nipped, and I'm pretty sure I squeaked... "Josh!" "Roll over, Sexy, lemme at your butt..." Josh ordered as he backed away enough to give me room. He certainly didn't have to tell me twice! Every now and then I wonder if it says bad things about me that I can be so eager to be fucked. This wasn't one of those times -- I threw the covers back and flipped onto my stomach, then spread my legs and wiggled slightly. I knew I was being a total slut, but I really didn't care. Josh was making appreciative noises and watching me as I settled myself. When he laid a hand on my recently-abused buttcheek we both sighed, then he murmured, "I know you don't think you need it, but let me get the lube. I promise I won't use too much..." Oh god-- I was lucky I was already lying down, because I swear my knees turned to water. Josh can be the sweetest, most gentle lover when he wants, but there are times when sweet and gentle just doesn't do it -- and he's perfect then, too... I felt him leaning over to fumble in the drawer, and a moment later -- too long! -- he was back with me, and his slick fingers were probing between my cheeks. Oh god, so good! He leaned across my back to keep me from moving, and then thrust one finger right into me; no gentle preparation, no working his way in bit by bit -- I nearly came right then and there. There was a sound -- I realized after a moment it was me, moaning, begging him for more; pleading with him to pin me down and fuck me until I couldn't walk... And Josh was panting, trying to stay in control of himself -- and failing miserably because I can always get to him when we're like this. He jammed another finger up me, and I groaned helplessly... Suddenly the fingers were gone and Josh was shifting position, getting between my legs, sighing as I spread them wider. He used the small amount of lube still on his hands to coat his cock, and then his hands suddenly landed on my ass, squeezing the muscles hard and spreading my asscheeks. "God, Sam, you are so damned sexy," he purred, and then I could feel the head of his cock nudging against my anus. With a growl, he shoved into me, hard. There was pain, but it was a sweet, sweet pain; just enough to let me know that I would *definitely* be feeling this tomorrow. And then he began to move -- oh *god* it was so good! Every time he thrust in pleasure exploded through my body -- I spread my legs as wide as I could and writhed back into him on every stroke, trying to get him even deeper in me. Oh, Josh! "God -- Sam -- oh *yeah*!" he panted, ramming into me now, sliding his hands under my arms to grab onto my shoulders and use them to give himself that extra bit of 'oomph' on each thrust. "Oh, Sam," he groaned, nuzzling and nibbling my shoulders, "*damn*, you're -- so -- *hot*!" He punctuated every word with a thrust, pounding into me while I writhed like the wanton slut I am, squeezing him occasionally with my muscles and groaning as our steady rhythm grew more erratic. It wouldn't be long now -- I could feel my body being overwhelmed by the incredible sensations coursing through me as his cock pounded hard into my prostate. Josh was getting so wild, so desperate -- any moment and-- Oh god *yes*!!! The sun went supernova and burned the world away, and all there was was the beautiful, glorious, all-consuming pleasure-- I think we both screamed... ..."Sam? You okay...?" I woke up to Josh's softening cock slipping out of my body and whimpered with the loss. It must have alarmed him, because suddenly he was climbing off me and leaning down to try and look me in the eye. I smiled up at him -- he's very silly upside-down -- and whispered, "Josh..." Then I rolled onto my side to face him, and reached up to pull him into an embrace. As he settled next to me and wrapped his arms around me, he murmured, "I was worried for a minute. I think you passed out..." And then he smiled slightly and kissed me, and whispered, "You are incredible, you know that?" I smiled and nuzzled against him, feeling sleep starting to creep up on me. "You're the incredible one, Love -- want you to stay in me forever..." "It'd be kind of difficult at speeches, you know? We'd be upstaging the President until the novelty wore off..." Josh joked, settling into a comfortable position with me in his arms. I giggled -- I do that when I'm getting sleepy, or when I'm drunk -- and said, "And state dinners would be interesting with me sitting in your lap." "Not gonna have you on display at state dinners," Josh whispered, "You're all mine..." We snuggled closer together and I whispered, "I love you," then kissed him and let sleep steal over me. --==**==-- To be continued...