Title: Control Issues Author: Penemuel Posted: it is now... Archive: Sure, just let me know where if other than list archive Part: 8/? Pairing: Leo McGarry/John Hoynes; references to John Hoynes/Josh Lyman, Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn, Leo McGarry/Jed Bartlet Rating: NC-17 Warnings: References to consensual BDSM Notes: None, really, this time. 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 8 "Yeah, Leo, I'm free for dinner toni--" "Damn it, John, don't keep me waiting on the phone for so long when you already know you're going to say yes..." "Leo, I had to check my calendar..." I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut, then said, "You just didn't want to seem as eager as you really are. Next time, don't screw me around." "You sure? I thought that was what you wanted..." God, he knows exactly how that tone affects me -- smug bastard... "I'll see you at eight, okay?" "Yeah, I'll be ready, Leo..." *Damn!* Now was *not* the time for a hard-on. I still had to tell Jed I'd be busy tonight... "I bet you will," I answered him, then hung up the phone. Okay, time for my body to behave itself -- of course, thinking about cold New Hampshire winters only led to thoughts of other things, and *that* certainly wasn't going to calm me down... How 'bout speaking to a House budget committee -- oh yeah, that worked like a charm. That problem dealt with, I stood and walked out to Margaret's desk. "When you can, I need ten minutes with the President," I told her. She finished typing the line she'd been in the middle of, then nodded. "Actually, he's free now -- he said to send you in whenever you were off the phone." "So you were gonna tell me this right away, huh?" "As soon as I knew you were off the phone," she answered. Deciding it was easier to just let it drop, I shook my head and asked, "He's ready for me?" "Yes." "Thank you, Margaret." I walked back into my office and to the door that led into the Oval Office, then tapped lightly on the door before I opened it. He looked up from whatever he was reading immediately, his glasses halfway down his nose and his hair starting to fall into his face. I couldn't help smiling -- the slightly rumpled look was good on him... "Leo! I'm glad to see you--" "Boring report?" I asked, unable to hide my grin. "No, they'd never give me a --" he trailed off, then took off his glasses and said, "Yes, excruciatingly..." "Well, then I'm *really* sorry I have to do this, but I have to talk to John tonight..." "Oh." His face fell, and I felt terrible. I'd disappointed him -- but I had to see John and find out whether Sam's concerns were valid. If Josh were truly in danger and I let it pass without checking, I'd never forgive myself. "Jed... I'm sorry -- All I can tell you right now is that it's important," I explained. He stood up and walked over to one of the couches, then sat and patted the seat next to him. "Sit with me a minute, Leo, please?" I joined him readily, sitting far enough away that if one of the agents outside happened to look in, or if Charlie had to come in for some reason it would look innocent enough; close enough for a gentle touch on an arm or a thigh... "Tell me there isn't a problem, Leo..." he said softly. I realized he was worried for me. "Not with me," I answered quietly, "But there might be. I really can't say any more yet." He sighed, then, and asked, "You'll let me know if you need my help, won't you?" "Aww, Jed, you know I would. Damn -- you're makin' me feel bad, you know." "I am? Now you sound like a man with a guilty conscience, Leo," he said, his tone one of feigned innocence. "Is there some reason you feel bad?" "Just that I don't know where this'll end up -- you know what happened last time..." I shrugged -- actually, I was pretty sure I *did* know where this was going to end up... "Leo, don't worry about it. You don't need to get my permission, you know." He smiled, then; leaned closer, and said, "Just make sure you show him who's really boss this time..." "Oh, don't worry, I'll definitely do that..." I said with a smirk. "You're not getting turned on by thinking about what I'm going to do to him, are you?" "Maybe a little," he admitted. "You're a pervert, you know that?" I whispered to him. He leaned closer still and kissed me gently on the cheek, then whispered, "And you like me that way." I smiled at him again, then we straightened and I checked my watch. "Damn -- I've got to get some things finished up before I go. I'm really sorry to do this." "Leo, don't worry -- I'm a big boy now; I've spent nights alone before," he whispered to me. "You take care of whatever it is you need to take care of." "I love you, you know," I whispered. "Yeah. Now get outta here, we've got work to do." --==**==-- "So," he began, leaning back in his chair and sipping his cappuccino, "What exactly is it you needed to talk to me about?" "I think it would be best if that waits until we're somewhere a little more private, John," I answered, watching as the tip of his tongue darted out to lick some stray foamed milk from the rim of the cup. Jesus! This boy is asking for it... "Ah, I see... So, your place or mine?" "Well, yours is easier for your agents -- if we go to mine, they'll end up standing out in the damned corridor all night scaring the neighbors," I mused, realizing for probably the first time what a hassle it could be. No wonder poor Zoey complained about her pack of protectors... "But, I'd like to stop home for a short while to pick up some spare suits to bring into work." Since we were in the restaurant at my hotel anyway, that was relatively simple -- he and the agents could wait here, and I'd come down with the suits and we could take his car back to his place. He nodded, and, after another sip of the rich coffee said, "That's fine." Then, of course, there was the thought of topping him in his own bed -- and suddenly my body was ignoring my better instincts again. I watched him savour his coffee, trying as hard as I could to keep my mind off his lips and tongue and that damned dream I'd had... I turned my attention to my own coffee, nearly choking on the swallow I'd taken when I felt his toe nudge my leg and then slide gently up and down it. "John," I warned quietly. "Yeah, Leo? Something wrong?" "Other than that your innocent act doesn't work for beans, nah..." I answered in a quiet growl. He was definitely in for it when we reached the privacy of his room... "Why don't you finish your coffee, while I go up and get my suits?" After he nodded, I counted out the money for the bill, then stood and said, "I'll be back soon." I headed off to my room, walking calmly even though I wanted to hurry. Thinking about changes of clothes I might need at work I picked out two suits, an extra shirt, and a couple of extra undershirts and pairs of shorts and socks; then added a pair of jeans and a casual shirt; packed all of it up, then headed back down to the restaurant. Luckily, John was just finishing up his cappuccino when I returned to the table. "You ready?" I asked, stopping next to the table. "Yeah," he drawled, standing and sliding his jacket back on. The lead agent murmured something into his two-way, and a moment later, we were walking out to the car. We climbed in and he told the driver to take us to his residence. We didn't talk during the trip, but I could feel his eyes on me -- when I glanced at him, I could see the hunger in his eyes; could practically *feel* his growing anticipation. He was looking me up and down, his stare finally settling on my crotch. Feeling my own body beginning to respond to his attention, I shifted and stretched out my legs, making myself more comfortable. Then I turned to look right at him and smiled, letting him see my own hunger. He actually gasped in response and I could see the colour rise in his cheeks. I knew, right then, exactly where this was going tonight... By the time we got to his residence, I could tell we were both trembling in anticipation. He dismissed the agents for the night while I settled on the couch and plopped my bag next to it, tugging off my tie and jacket and waiting for him to come in and lock the door behind himself. A few minutes later, he entered the room carrying a pitcher of water and two glasses; once he put them down, he locked the door and stripped off his jacket and tie, tossing them on a spare chair. "Thank god," he murmured, stretching luxuriously and looking down at me where I sat. "Long day, huh?" I asked, smirking up at him. "I hope the last part wasn't too terrible..." "Dinner was nice, but it took too long to get here..." he answered quietly, pouring a glass of water and holding it out to me. Once I took it and nodded my thanks, he continued, "Now, I get the impression that there's a reason you wanted to see me tonight *beyond* what I'm hoping it is. Please tell me the President didn't sick you on me for something..." I shook my head and said, "John, I hope you don't really think that little of Jed -- or of me..." "No -- no, I don't, honestly. But I can tell there's something you're not--" "Yeah, there's 'something I'm not'," I repeated, standing up. I put my glass down on the table and took his out of his hand to put it down, too. Then I gently shoved him towards the couch and growled, "Siddown." With a gasp, he ended up on his butt on the couch, staring up at me with eyes wide and lips parted, obviously surprised at my boldness. "Leo..." "I'm getting this out of the way first -- if you want to kick me out afterwards, go right ahead. Now, tell me what the hell's going on between you and Josh Lyman." His eyes narrowed, and I knew he was about to tell me to go fuck myself, but then he looked away and said, "Damn it -- is *that* what all this is about? Did Sam send you to talk to me, too?" The way he said it, this wasn't the first discussion he'd had about it today... "Sam? Did he come to see you?" I asked sharply. At his nod, I sighed and leaned back against the wall. "God-- maybe Toby was right about chaining him to his desk -- it'll keep him out of trouble!" I grumbled, then continued normally, "I told him *not* to -- aww, hell! John, did you whip Josh black and blue?" I looked up at him, hoping to see -- I dunno what; shock, denial, horror? Instead, he ducked his gaze and colour rose in his cheeks again. If I hadn't been so pissed off, I might have found it kind of a turn-on. However... "It was just red when we finished, Leo," he murmured quietly, then he looked up and met my gaze with a challenge. "Not that I see what business it is of yours -- Josh consented, just like you did. He's a grown man, despite the occasional opinion to the contrary. He never asked me to stop -- as a matter of fact, I held back from doing more because I don't think he's fully recovered from the shooting yet!" His voice had steadily grown louder as he went -- not that I could blame him considering Sam probably accused him of all kinds of terrible things. God! That boy could be incredibly stupid sometimes! I hoped desperately that the walls and heavy wooden doors of this house were good enough sound-proofing... "John, Sam was worried -- I had to ask. He thinks Josh doesn't know when--" "Yes, I know. He thinks Josh can't tell when enough is enough -- he tried to give me a lecture on my responsibility as a Dom. Believe me, if he were at all my type, I'd *show* him how seriously I can take my responsibility..." "John, why are you still going after Josh, anyway? What, you got a thing for seducing other men's lovers?" Suddenly he was on his feet, looming over me where I stood. "Josh was mine long before he was Sam's anyway, Leo!" he growled at me. Aww, jeeze -- he didn't know! "No, he wasn't," I said quietly. His eyes went wide and he looked down at me in surprise. God -- he honestly didn't know -- what the hell did Josh think he was doing not telling him?! "Josh and Sam first met when Sam was a Congressional aide and Josh worked for the House Minority Whip... The only times they *haven't* been together was when Sam was in New York, which was when Josh was working for you, and after the Bartlet campaign started getting really serious..." "And you know this for a fact?" he asked quietly, looking unsteady as he sat back down on the couch. "John, I was a friend of his father's..." He didn't really need to hear details about what happened when the relationship was discovered. "Son of a bitch..." John murmured, leaning back against the cushions and staring up at the ceiling. After a long silence, he looked at me again and said, "Okay, so Sam's got a legitimate claim. Fine. Still doesn't mean he can tell me what I can and can't do if Josh and I *are* together." "Jesus, John, why are you asking for trouble?" I sat down on the couch next to him and lowered my voice, "Sam says Josh 'loses it with you' -- are you *sure* there isn't a problem?" "Leo, it's none of your business..." "No, I think it is my business. John, he's my deputy and I can't afford the problems it's going to cause if there's some kind of scandal because you and he can't figure when to back off!" Now I was getting angry again -- I knew his private life was his business, but if it threatened to affect my staff in some way, I had a right to get just as pissed as he did. "I need you to promise me there's no problem and that if Josh can't figure out when to say when, you can!" "What would you say if I told you I can't give you that promise, Leo?" he asked. There was some odd light in his eyes that I couldn't figure out -- some kind of regret and almost a hint of shame -- and then just as quickly it was gone. He stood up again and started pacing, then turned to look at me. "Josh *gets* to me -- he doesn't let go often, so when he does it's really intense. He's so -- eager. So willing... I have a pretty hard time saying no." Then he paced a few more times and stopped at the other end of the couch, perched on the arm of it. It was amazing seeing him fold his long frame into such a compact position. "But I did stop this time, even though he'd been goading me to do more..." "None of 'em have any damned sense," I grumbled, not realizing I'd spoken aloud until he slid down onto the couch cushion itself and stretched his legs out, his feet practically in my lap. "No, they don't. Guess they'll just have to be punished, eh?" he purred, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "You included, I think," I answered, squeezing out from between his feet and the arm on my side of the couch. "Make yourself at home, there, by the way..." "So, what are you going to do?" he asked, looking up at me with badly feigned innocence. "I think I should punish you for causing this little problem among my staff," I mused, walking around to his end of the couch. "Yeah, that's a good place to start..." "And you think I'm going to just *let* you?" he asked, swinging his legs around so that he sat up properly. "I'm the Vice President of the United States of America -- you think you can just push me around?" He stood up and took a step towards me. Oh yeah, bring it on... I backed away slightly, edging back around the couch in the direction of his bedroom, luring him in. Lust glinted in his eyes, and I could see that hunger he'd tried to bury the first time we were together. He obviously wasn't willing to give in to me without a fight, but it would make it that much sweeter when I mastered him... He lunged at me, caught me against the wall with his arms blocking my escape to either side; leaned in closer. I could feel how hard he was, the heat blazing from him as he pressed me against the wall and brought his hands in to stroke up and down my sides. I couldn't help groaning and arching into him -- and he thought it meant he had me. He definitely had a thing about trapping his lovers; against the wall, in the bed -- didn't seem to really matter. I wondered how he'd feel when I trapped him. There were those soft cotton ropes in his little bag of tricks, and I was willing to bet he had more sturdy restraints, too... And then he must have decided I was thinking too much. He leaned in and nipped his way up my neck, dragging another groan out of me before he fastened his teeth on my earlobe and gently sucked on it. Oh *god* -- the things I wanted him to do with that mouth... He released my earlobe and traced the path back down my throat. I felt fingers working their way up my chest, unbuttoning my shirt and sliding it off as his tongue and lips kept up their attention to my neck and shoulder. He finally pulled back when I had to help him take my shirt off, standing there watching as I tugged it off and tossed it in the direction of the couch. "I don't see a lot of punishing going on right now, Leo," he murmured, diving back in to unfasten my trousers and tug them down. "I'm in no rush," I answered with a smirk, allowing him to undress me. Once he had me down to my t-shirt and shorts, I looked up at him and smiled, then grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him close. "That's an expensive-looking shirt, John. I'd hate to rip it, so take it off, *now*." I heard his gasp, saw that look return to his eyes; the hunger that I'd seen lurking beneath the surface last time, when he realized he'd found someone who was man enough to give him back what he dished out. The hunger that said if I could best him, he'd let me do *anything* to him... I let him go again, and as his gaze locked with mine his hands automatically went up to unbutton his shirt. I could see them trembling as he did so; could see him swallow convulsively. God -- when his tongue darted out to moisten dry lips I felt my cock jerk in my shorts and it was all I could do to keep from gasping myself. He stripped off the shirt, then tugged his undershirt out of his waistband and off over his head. Once he was naked to the waist, he moved his hands to his belt and I could see the question in his eyes. I nodded once and smiled, and immediately -- obediently, he stripped off his pants. I leaned back against the wall and studied him as he stood before me in his shorts and socks. "That's pretty nice, John..." I said, watching his cock strain in his shorts. "So, we going to take this into the bedroom, or do you want me to paddle your ass out here on the couch?" "You really think I'm going to let you do that?" he challenged, but there was no conviction behind it this time. "Yeah, actually, I think you are gonna let me do that," I answered with a smirk. Then I drew myself up as tall as possible and ordered, "But first, you're gonna get on your knees and suck me." If anything, his cock got harder. His jaw dropped and he stared at me for a long moment, and I think he was trying to figure out how to tell me to go fuck myself when he so obviously wanted me to fuck him. He stood there for long enough that I felt the urge to repeat myself. "I said get on your knees, John. On your knees and *suck me*!" To be continued...