Tite: Intricate Mistakes
R rating: I guess PG-13/R
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Notes: I got this idea from looking at a picture of some of the West Wing-ers sitting on someone's doorsteps. I don't actually know anything about that episode, so... Well, anyway, I hope you like this! I was going to write the entire thing before sending it in, but I'm sort of stuck at Part III, so I'm hoping people will help me out! Feedback is always appreciated, and it might (might? of *course* it will!) help me write faster.T hanks! -Angel ^_^
Intricate Mistakes by Angel
Josh Lyman, CJ Cregg, Donna Moss, Toby Zigler,
and Sam Seaborn were all gathered on the front steps
that lead up to Josh’s apartment. It was after work-
around nine-thirty- and the five of them had decided
that, since they had gotten off early, which was a
rarity, and since it was such a nice night, they should
get together. Presently they were sitting, talking, and
drinking. Put another way, they were just taking a
moment to relax.
"Another?!" CJ asked in amazement as Sam reached
for a beer.
"That’s what... your fourth?" Toby teased.
/He must be pretty drunk if he’s teasing Sam,/
Donna, only half way finished with her first drink,
Sam just shrugged and twisted open the cap.
Silently, the Deputy of Communications gulped down the
entire drink before replacing the now-empty bottle on
the step next to him. Blinking at the numerous brown
bottles that were lined up together, Sam mumbled, "I
CJ laughed, and Toby snorted. Josh, who was
drinking surprisingly little, simply looked down at his
friend- a couple steps below him- and frowned. Something
wasn’t right; Sam wasn’t usually like this.
His concern turned to surprise as Sam leaned
over and rested his head against Josh’s knees. Without
thinking, Josh lifted his hand to brush through his co-
worker’s dark, silky hair. However, half-way up, his
mind caught up to his body, and the thirty-eight year-
old let his hand drop.
Just as abruptly, CJ took made a little gasping
sound. As everyone, excluding Sam, turned to the leggy
red-head, she tried to pull herself together.
"You all right, CJ?" Josh inquired, looking very
"Y-yeah, I’m fine," the Press Secretary replied
shakily. After taking a deep breath, she replied with
more confidence, "I’m all right. I just... realized what
time it was. I should really get going."
Glancing at his watch, Toby quickly agreed. "I
didn’t realize that it was already ten. I’ve got to be
in at five tomorrow."
Josh smiled. "I don’t have to be into the office
until nine," he bragged.
CJ glared at him. "Well, aren’t you special?"
She spat sarcastically.
Smiling, Josh agreed, "I am."
"Aw," Donna cooed, stopping CJ from responding
to the Deputy Chief of Staff. When everyone turned to
her, the blonde pointed to Sam and explained, "He fell
"He probably just passed out," Toby muttered,
but no one took notice.
"Well, I guess he’s staying here tonight," Josh
announced with a sigh, gazing down at Sam’s face
CJ nodded in silent agreement, but she looked
extremely concerned as she watched Sam’s breath steadily
rise and fall as he was sprawled out with his arms
cushioning his head on Josh’s knees.
Donna offered to help Josh take Sam inside, but
Josh simply waved her away. He then proceeded to slip
his friend’s head off of his legs, placing one of his
arms around Sam’s shoulders for support. Getting up, he
hooked his other arm under the other man’s knees,
picking him up off the ground.
CJ, Toby, and Donna all turned to the Deputy
Chief of Staff in surprise.
"What?" Josh asked defensively. "I *do* work
out, you know."
"He’s lighter then he looks, isn’t he?" CJ said
"Ha ha," Josh deadpanned, glaring at the red-
"Need some help with the door?" Donna offered,
thwarting the impending blow-out between the two White
"Yeah," Josh admitted after a moment of trying
to find a way to open the door without disturbing his
Laughing, Donna walked up to the door and
attempted to open it for her boss. "It’s locked," she
informed the group.
"I’ve got the key in my pocked," Josh realized.
"Um..." blushing a bit, he asked, "Could you get it?"
Donna laughed and walked over to the brunette.
Donna continued to laugh as Josh shifted Sam in
his arms to allow her better access to his pocket.
As Donna was about to reach her hand in, the
Deputy Chief of Staff growled, "Just get in and get out."
"Remind me never to sleep with you," CJ called
from where she and Toby were watching in amusement.
"Oh, very funny," Josh returned sarcastically,
trying to ignore his assistant.
"Got it!" the blonde exclaimed triumphantly,
holding up a key.
"Finally," Josh muttered. "Now just open the
"All right, all right," Donna conceded, turning
the key in the knob of the door. A clicking sound was
heard and the door opened.
Immediately, Josh made his way into the living
room. Miraculously the couch was clear of papers, unlike
the rest of the room, and he was able to set Sam down.
As he removed his companion’s shoes, Donna entered the
"CJ and Toby cleared up everything outside," she
informed the host. "And I brought in the extra beer and
Josh mumbled a thanks as he go up to place Sam’s
shoes with his own pairs.
"Do you need any help with him?" Donna asked,
following the brunette out of the room Sam was situated
"No, no, he’s fine," Josh assured her.
"Are you sure?" the blonde continued. "He won’t
be happy about sleeping in his suit."
"Well, I have some sweats he can wear. I’ll just
wake him up and get him into them."
Donna raised an eyebrow at her companion. "He’s
not going to like being woken up, either."
"He won’t remember it by morning," Josh
reasoned, ushering his guest towards the front door.
"All right, suit yourself," Donna sighed, taking
They wished each other a good night before Josh
closed, and then bolted up, the door.
"Finally," he muttered, heading into the kitchen.
There he found the remaining alcohol- three
bottles- from the evening he had spent with his friends.
Almost automatically Josh picked up one of the bottles
and opened it. Taking a seat at the small table, Josh
began to contemplate his situation as he drank.
Sam Seaborn, his best friend for years now, was
passed out on the couch in his living room. The
beautiful young man whom he had secretly lusted after
for so long was *right there,* and yet he couldn’t do
anything. Sam, as feminine as he sometimes seemed, was
not interested in men. Or, at least, he was not
interested in Joshua Lyman.
In a mannerism that was close to, but not as
extreme, as Sam’s had been earlier in the evening, Josh
downed the remaining two beers without thinking about
what he was doing. When he finished, he was thoroughly
drunk, as his previous "light" drinking only made
Finally Josh decided that he should turn in for
the night. First, though, he wanted to check up on Sam.
In his drunken fog, he vaguely remembered something
about sweats. It took him a moment, but the thirty-eight
year-old eventually remembered that he needed to get Sam
changed before doing anything else.
Before even heading back to the living room to
check on his charge, Josh made a quick stop in his
bedroom to grab the clothing for Sam. As he shuffled
around in one of his dresser drawers, Josh heard a noise
behind him. Turning around, Josh was surprised to see
Sam standing in his doorway, clothing rumpling and hair
wild; for Sam it was wild, anyway.
"Sam," Josh tried to say, but the alcohol was
making him slow, and he ended up only making a small
moaning sound. Deciding that he’d have to find another
way to communicate, the brunette walked over to where
the other man was standing.
"Josh," Sam whispered, he voice hoarse, but
better then Josh’s.
Josh was trying to think of an answer, but he
got swallowed up in Sam’s eyes. The deep blue orbs were
so full of emotion, so full of lust, so full of...
/Wait,/ Josh thought uncertainly as his mind
slowly began to backpedal and process the feelings he
was seeing in Sam’s eyes. /Lust? Sam’s looking at me
Before he could conjure up a question to figure
out what was going on, Sam was upon him, pressing their
lips together in a kiss filled with almost animal-like
passion. Years of feelings were behind that kiss, and
Josh quickly began to reciprocate with equal longing.
Though Josh felt as though his senses were
heightened in his state of intoxication, his mind was
moving slowly, as if surrounded by a thick fog. When he
finally realized what was going on, he was wearing only
his shorts and an undershirt; and Sam was merely an
eyeful of skin, wearing only his black, silk, boxers.
"Silk?" Josh managed to murmur between kisses.
Sam moaned something in return, but it was lost
in the depths of his companion’s mouth. Or perhaps it
wasn’t an answer at all, Josh couldn’t really tell, and
his body wasn’t letting his mind focus on such
Everything quickly became unimportant as he
finally became aware that the man in his arms was *Sam
Seaborn.* Josh had been waiting so long for this moment,
for this chance to let his colleague know how he really
felt. Even without the alcohol it would have been
surreal to finally be in the position Josh was in now.
He wasn’t about to let his chance go to waste.
Just as Josh’s hands found their way to the
waistband of the younger man’s boxers, Sam stopped them.
Meeting his companion’s confused, if hazy, gaze,
Sam explained, "No. Not like this, Josh. Not when we’re-"
Josh swallowed his words with a kiss. So Sam
didn’t want to go down that road. By now, it didn’t
matter to the Deputy Chief of Staff. He would take
whatever he could get; just one kiss would have been
Suddenly, Josh was overcome with the urge to
hold Sam in his arms, simple as it was. He just wanted
to be able to hold the other man against him, feel his
warmth, his presence. He just wanted to know that Sam
Sam hesitated for less then a second when Josh
tugged on his arm to lead him to the bed. Josh slipped
under the covers and patted next to him so Sam would
follow suit. He did.
"I just want to hold you," Josh whispered,
soothing away his companion’s worries. Immediately Sam
warmed to him, snuggling close, coming to rest his head
against the older man’s chest.
Wrapping his one arm tightly around Sam, Josh
finally gave in to temptation and used his other hand to
gently brush through the thick, dark, strands of Sam’s
Josh’s relaxing touch was quickly putting his
companion to sleep. "Josh," Sam mumbled as he began to
drift off. "I love you."
"Love you, too," Josh whispered in reply,
placing a tender kiss on Sam’s forehead. When he leaned
back, the thirty-eight year-old’s kind face lit up in a
smile. Sam was asleep.
Josh took a deep breath and let his hand drop
from Sam’s hair to around the younger man’s waist.
Within moments, the steady breathing from his bedmate
and the soothing effects of the alcohol lulled Josh into
the most peaceful sleep that he had experienced in a
very long time.
Josh could feel the sunlight on his eyes before
they were open. Immediately, the pounding began. After
rubbing his temples for a moment, the thirty-eight year-
old propped himself up on his elbows slightly. To his
surprise, he felt a considerable- physical- weight on
Josh opened his eyes. His mouth quickly followed.
Samuel Norman Seaborn was draped across his
Even as his mind told him to panic, Josh found
himself gazing at his bedmate. His eyes grazed over
every curve, each line of Sam’s muscular back; he
followed the gentle slope of Sam’s nose, the full
outline of his perfect lips; he marveled in the thick
eyelashes, the pronounced cheekbones, the soft, olive
Suddenly, Sam shifted in his sleep, his head
falling slightly to rest in the crook of Josh’s neck.
Even as he felt Sam’s eyelashes brush against his skin,
the shock began to wear off of Josh; or, perhaps it was
simply making him numb as reality began to set in: Josh
had to do something before Sam woke up.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
/The alarm!/ Josh realized, silently cursing. He
hadn’t even remembered setting it the night before.
Quickly, he reached out and turned it off.
Sam groaned, wrapping his arms tightly around
Josh, and moving to nuzzle gently against the older
man’s neck. He then muttered something about not waking
up and about sunlight being evil.
Josh froze. He didn’t know what to do; he wasn’t
sure how he was reacting to this ...predicament... much
less how Sam was going to take it.
Sighing, Josh raised one arm to rub at his
forehead. It wasn’t until then that he realized that his
other arm was still around Sam’s waist, holding the
younger man close to his chest.
Sam was nuzzling his neck again. "Mmm," he
murmured. "You smell good, Josh."
There was a brief moment of utter silence.
In a heartbeat, Sam jolted upright, the white
sheet of Josh’s bed lying across his waist, making him
appear as if he had no clothing on. Josh silently prayed
that wasn’t the case.
Immediately, Sam began to regret sitting up so
quickly. He let his head drop into his hands to try to
discourage all the blood from draining from it. Slowly,
Josh sat up as well, leaning against the headboard.
/At least I still have clothing on,/ Josh noted.
/That’s a good sign./
There was a long stretch of silence before Sam
carefully lifted his head to meet his companion’s eyes.
"Josh..." he whispered.
Josh felt his heart beginning to break. Sam
looked so small, so vulnerable, so fragile. Suddenly,
Josh realized something: Sam had no idea what had
happened. Unfortunately, neither did Josh.
"Sam, I’m sorry," Josh whispered back, his voice
sounding harsh to his own ears.
Sam’s face fell.
Josh took a deep, shuttering breath. It was even
worse now, the way Sam looked so broken and dejected.
"But," the brunette continued. "I honestly don’t know
"I-" Sam began, but his voice caught. Looking
away, he admitted, "I don’t either."
Trying desperately to get rid of the look on
Sam’s beautiful face, Josh said, "Well, I’m still
dressed, so that’s a good sign. Plus, besides the
headache, I feel fine, so..."
The corners of Sam’s mouth turned up just the
tinniest bit. "I’m not sore either, so..."
After having both trailed off, both men looked
down at something, anything, that wasn’t the other
"Well," Josh began, finally breaking the
silence. "The alarm went off, so we should probably get
up and get dressed. You have to go in at nine, right?"
The mention of work seemed to have woken
something within Sam, for he looked up and said in his
normal voice, "Yeah, Leo was being unusually nice for
Pushing himself out of bed, Josh laughed a
little. "Not to everyone. Toby had to go in at five this
Sam winced. "Ouch. I hope he didn’t drink as
much as I did last night."
Josh, holding out his hand to pull Sam up,
paused a moment. Sam took the time to grasp his
companion’s hand. "Why *did* you drink so much last
Once both men realized that they were still
holding hands, Josh abruptly pulled Sam out of the bed.
They both looked down to see what Sam was wearing.
Black boxers; silk.
A faint memory of hands tugging at the waistband
made Sam blush.
Josh, on the other hand, was remembering what
happened after that. "Sam," he whispered, looking off
into the distance as he tried to recall exactly what the
Deputy Director of Communications had said the night
before. "I don’t think we did much of anything."
Blushing deeper, Sam muttered, "I wouldn’t be so
"No," Josh pressed, finally moving to look into
his companion’s eyes. "You stopped us."
Sam looked immensely relieved. "Oh," he sighed.
"Oh, thank god."
Trying desperately to ignore the hurt that was
welling up inside him, Josh said quietly, "Yeah. Thank
Apparently he hadn’t kept all of his pain out of
his voice because Sam’s head quickly snapped up to look
at his companion’s face. "Josh, I didn’t-" The raven-
haired thirty-one year-old began, his eyes, more than
his voice, filled with remorse. The look on Josh’s face
stopped him. "Josh," he finally said, looking up at his
companion with his gentle, apologetic eyes. "Are you all
Smiling just a bit, Josh replied, "Besides the
Sam’s face remained full of concern. "That’s not
Turning and walking away, Josh called over his
shoulder, "C’mon, Sam, if we don’t get ready soon, we’ll
never make it out of here on time."
Sam sighed and sat down on the bed tiredly.
Cradling his head in his hands, the thirty-one year-old
silently cursed himself for saying such an insensitive
thing. All he had meant was that he was glad that he and
Josh hadn’t slept together- when he couldn’t remember
it, that is.
Sam had long had an idea of how he wanted that
first time with Josh to be. Having both of them drunk
half-blind wasn’t really part of that dream.
Hearing someone knock on the front door, Sam
stood up and began to hunt around the room for his
"Donna!" Josh exclaimed in surprise. When he had
opened the door, Donna was about the *last* person that
he had expected to see on the other side.
"Hi, Josh," the blonde said cheerfully. After a
moment, she frowned. "You’re not dressed yet."
"I had a long night," Josh growled. At the look
of surprise and hurt on Donna’s face, he sighed and said
tiredly, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you."
Immediately, a warm smile spread across the
blonde’s face. "It’s all right, Josh."
Changing the subject, the thirty-eight year-old
asked, "What brings you here so early in the day,
"I have your key," Donna explained. "And I was
going to give it to you at the office, but then I
thought, what if this is your only key? Then you
wouldn’t be able to lock your door. Maybe you would have
to use the spare, but then what if you lost it? You’d
never be able to get into your apartment again." She
paused. "Plus, I need a ride."
"You what?" Josh asked, trying to process all
that his assistant had thrown at him. It took a moment
for him to remember why his assistant would have a key
to his house. "Ooh, you just never gave it back," Josh
said, referring to the key.
"Well, you kicked me out so quickly, I didn’t
have a chance to," Donna retorted. "You really wanted to
be alone with Sam, didn’t you?"
Josh nearly said something *very* rude, but he
held his tongue. He *did,* however, manage to hiss,
"Nothing happened between me and Sam."
Naturally, Sam picked that moment to walk out of
Josh’s bedroom, still wearing nothing but his black,
Donna’s mouth dropped open. Half the surprise
was the fact that Sam had just walked out of her boss’s
bedroom half-naked and the other half was just that she
had never seen Sam half-naked before.
Not noticing Donna, Sam asked, "Josh? Have you
seen my pants? I can’t seem to find them."
"Nothing happened, huh?" Donna muttered, looking
up at Josh skeptically.
Rubbing his temples, Josh replied, "No, Sam. I
haven’t seen them. Do you want to borrow some of mine?"
"They’ll be too long," Donna pointed out.
"Yeah, she’s right," Sam agreed.
"Here it comes," Josh sighed, putting his hands
on his hips and turning around.
"Holy- Donna!" Sam exclaimed, staring at the
blonde, his mouth open in shock.
"Good morning, Sam," Donna replied calmly; her
eyes, however, were twinkling with amusement.
"She still had my key from last night," Josh
explained, walking into the kitchen.
"Oh," Sam said, as if he understood.
Josh, of course knew better. "I had to carry you
in, so I couldn’t open the door, and it turned out that
it was locked, so I gave her my key," the Deputy Chief
of Staff clarified, opening his refrigerator. "She
didn’t give it back."
"You didn’t give me the chance!" Donna protested.
Sam, however, was caught on a different point.
"You carried me in?"
"Yeah," Josh replied, grabbing a carton of
"You carried me in?" Sam repeated.
"I know, we were surprised too," Donna laughed.
"How much do you weigh, anyway, Sam?"
Ignoring her, Sam took a step towards Josh. "I
can’t believe you carried me in last night, Josh."
Smiling for the first time that day since he was still
half asleep, Sam whispered, "Thank you."
"It’s no problem, really," Josh insisted,
feeling a blush creeping into his cheeks.
/Nothing happened last night, huh?/ Donna though
warily. /Yeah, *right.*/
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