Title: Coming
Author: Mela
Pairing: Leo McGarry/John Hoynes
Rating: NC-17
Archive: This list and my own website (whenever I get one!)
Summary: John thinks about his relationship with Leo
Disclaimer: Aaron Sorkin owns them; I just like to borrow them...

Coming by Mela

If anyone had told me three years ago that I’d be involved with Leo McGarry, I’d have laughed them out of my office.

No, not "involved" with... I don’t want to use one of those namby-pamby politically neutral words that I have to use in real life... No, at least in my thoughts I want to be completely honest...

I’m in love with Leo McGarry.

No, that’s not right either.

I love Leo McGarry.

Better...

Better, still...

Leo McGarry and I are lovers.

I am Leo McGarry’s lover.

Okay, we may never get the semantics right. But I have never been in a relationship that has felt so right.

Our relationship isn’t perfect; how can it be? Right now, it’s still in that incredibly blissful stage where we can’t get enough of each other, and I live and breathe for the moment where I can be wrapped in his arms again...

Where I can feel his body pressed against mine...

Where I can feel the hard insistent thrusting of his cock deep inside of me, and I move back against it, needing it, desiring it, wanting him to be so deep inside of me that I’ll be able to taste it when he comes...

God, I get so hard just thinking about it.

I’m lying here now, on my bed here in the Vice President’s residence, listening to the patter of the rain against the window. It’s one of those cold Washington springtimes, to come home to...

But I don’t have someone to come home to.

Oh god, could you imagine what it’s going to be like on the day the American public has to deal with the Vice President sharing his bed with a man?

Oh, fuck them; I don’t want to deal with them now.

Not here in my bed.

Not while I’m waiting for him.

Anyway, suffice it to say that it’s been a cold and miserable day outside. And all day I’ve had to deal with President Bartlett shutting me out of this meeting, or making some smart-ass remark...

And oh hell, I don’t want to think about that bastard either.

Not right now.

Not while I’m waiting for him.

Take a deep breath, John.

Close your eyes.

Think about that first time you were together. God, was that hot or what? I can still taste him in my mouth, his hot cum in my mouth. The thickness and length of his cock in my mouth, the rhythm of his thrusting in my mouth...

God, I get hard just thinking about it.

It’s raining harder now. As if that could be possible. The rain is whipping in sheets against the window pane. It must be that hurricane they were talking about on the news.

Oh damn; that’s why he’s not here yet.

The thing about the refugees and the fleet that was sent out to help them. He’s in the middle of all that.

Bartlett needs him.

And Leo will never turn down his friend. Yes, that’s his job as chief of staff to be there for the president, but it’s more than that...

God, I’m jealous of that.

I try not to be. I try to be grateful for the time we have together, but sometimes I can feel a black snake of envy creeping into my chest.

I know they’re not lovers (Were they ever lovers? I don’t want to think about it), but I feel so jealous at times of what they have together.

Friendship. Love. Respect.

I have love. I have, I feel, a certain amount of respect. But are we friends?

I don’t know yet.

This bliss can’t last forever, and I dread the day that our love is really tested. I dread it and I long for it. I long for it because if we pass whatever test life has waiting for us, then I’ll know that our love is real. That it’s not just ephemeral passion and heat (although I thank God for those.)

I want this to last.

Oh god, I don’t want to think about this right now.

Just close your eyes, John.

Let your hand slide down into your pajamas... Yes. Stroke yourself... Yes. Remember what it was like to to have him touch you there... Yes. Remember how he held you there... Yes. Squeeze... Yes. Faster... Yes. Use your other hand to caress your balls... Oh Yes. Yes... Yes... Faster... Yes... Stroke yourself harder... Yes... Yes...Oh, Yes... Leo... I want... Please.. Fuck Me...Yes... There... There... Don’t stop... Yes... Don’t... Fucking... Stop... Yes! ...Yes! YES!!! LEO! OH! MY! GOD!

YES!

That exquisite shuddering as your body arches off the bed...

Yes...

As it feels like you can never stop cumming...

Yes...

All over your hands, all over the sheets...

Yes...

Whimpering as your body quiets down, still seeing stars dancing in front of your closed eyes...

Panting for breath...

Oh yes...

Oh God...

Oh Leo...

Oh Leo...

Oh Leo...

Falling into a velvety black sleep.

Never wanting to wake up again.

Warmth.

Something warm against the back of my neck.

Against my back.

I moan, and I feel soft lips kissing my cheek, a hard body pressed against my back.

"Shh... It’s just me, handsome," Leo whispers. "Go back to sleep..."

"No," I whisper, "I want you... I need you..."

I can hear the smile in his answer:

"Looks like you were doing fine without me."

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(the end)

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