Title: Something to Talk About
Author: Nick
Email: yecats_elocin@yahoo.com
Dedication: To my marvelous beta Jamie, of course!
Posted: Not yet.
Archive: Yes to West Wing Slash, all others please ask first.
Series: This is the fic that comes after 'Blush'.
Pairing: Sam and Josh
Rating: R-ish
Notes: I don't think there are any spoilers here. If there are, I missed them, sorry. This is done in Sam's point of view.

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Something to Talk About by Nick

So we didn't actually get to fooling around any more that night, because we both simply crashed. But we made up for it the next night, and the night after that. And every night for the next three weeks straight.I couldn't seem to wipe the obnoxious smile off my face, even at work. Even Kathy was starting to worry about me, but I didn't care.

I was in love.

I was sitting in my office contemplating how wonderful my life was when I heard shouts of my name from down the hall. "Sam! Sam!"

I threw open my door just in time to see Josh running down the crowded hallway to my office. "I got Senator Bradley! He said yes! Bill Thirty-two is going to the floor!"

Bill Thirty-two was in regards to background checks at gun shows. We'd both been striving to have it sent to the floor for weeks; it looked like it was about to happen. "You're serious?" I asked, unable to believe my ears.

"You'd better believe it! We did it!" He shouted with glee. "WE ARE GODS!"

"Oh, please," Donna said coming up behind him. To me, she said, "You know he's going to be intolerable for the rest of the day."

"Josh isn't intolerable," I responded. "Annoying and irritating, but never intolerable."

"Hey!" He exclaimed, sticking out his lower lip. "You two aren't very nice."

Donna giggled. "Josh, don't be such a baby."

The change was immediate; he sobered up and his face fell. "Sorry. Well, I have work to do, anyway. I'll be in my office."

He spun on his heel and walked back to his office. Donna just blinked at me for a moment. "I don't understand what just happened."

"I do. Donna, get together the paperwork on Bill Thirty-Two and bring it to Leo's office, please. I'll go talk to Josh."

"But..."

"Please, Donna? Go?"

She went. I sighed and walked into Josh's office without knocking. "You're going to tell me why 'baby' affects you the way it does, and you're going to tell me why. Now."

Josh mumbled, "Close the door," so I kicked it shut. "Josh? Tell me. Let me understand."

"I told you I fell hard for John, right?" At my nod, he continued, "I loved him a lot, Sam, but I wasn't blind. I knew he didn't have any long-term designs on me. For a while I thought I could deal with it, but I couldn't. I got frustrated that he used my mind and body and took me for granted. It got to the point that whenever he wanted something, he'd call me 'baby' and act sweet and loving. I wanted so badly to believe that I could make him love me, so I'd give in. He used that word to manipulate me, and the worst part was, I let him."

I knelt on the floor next to him and pulled him forward into my arms so I could hug him. "Joshua, that doesn't make you a fool. It means you were in love, and sometimes people do stupid things when they're in love. But it also means that 'baby' isn't a bad word. It was just used by an asshole who twisted it into something bad instead of the sweet, loving word it means. Hate the speaker, Josh, not the word. And remember, not everyone who gives you a pet name does it to manipulate you. I would never do that to you, Josh. You know I love you. Don't you?"

I felt his arms go around me and I held him tight. "If I call you baby, I don't do it to hurt you or use you. I do it because you are my sweetheart, and I'm trying to be endearing. And Donna didn't mean to hurt your feelings, either."

"I know," he said, not letting go of me. "I guess I've just been a little more sensitive to everything for awhile. I'm still amazed that I am in a relationship with long term potential. It scares me that I'm not scared by the long term potential. I keep thinking that something's going to happen, and it's going to be my fault."

"Are you going to cheat on me or leave me? Set my house on fire?"

"Of course not," he said.

"Good. Then I don't think you have anything to worry about."

He reached up, tangled his fingers in my hair. "Sam, I need..."

I kissed his mouth softly, lovingly. "I know. But this really isn't the best time or place."

"Just a moment?"

I looked at my watch, knew I had a few minutes, and nodded. I kissed him again, and he grabbed my shoulders, pulling with such force I almost lost my balance. I could see the misshapen bulge in his pants and inwardly groaned: he really did need this right now.

I started stroking him through his pants, catching his soft cries in my mouth. I was suddenly infinitely glad he was wearing black dress pants. "Josh, you have to hush," I warned.

He bit into his bottom lip. "Oh God, Sam," he whispered. "Please..."

I stroked harder and faster until he was nearly leaping off of the chair. "Come on, Josh..."

I kissed him hard to swallow the low cry he emitted. When he quieted, I released him and checked the front of his pants. "It doesn't show on your clothes," I said softly. "Just go to the men's room and clean up a bit."

He nodded. "Sam? Thanks, I really needed that."

"I know," I said, kissing him again. "Sometime later tonight, you can return the favor."

He laughed softly, burrowing his face into my shoulder. "Love you."

"I love you too."

We stayed like that another moment. Just as I was on the verge of pulling away, the door opened. "Sam, did you..."

Donna's mouth opened but no sound came out. Josh and I gave each other a glance, but suddenly she surprised us both. "No wonder you said you were happy, Josh," she said, smiling. "I'm glad you found a nice boy."

"Donna, that's not funny, " he said, finally pulling back from me. "You can't..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell a soul. Gosh, you two are really trying to give everyone something to talk about."

"We'd prefer to keep this 'thing' between us, Donna," he said firmly.

"Yes, but if this 'thing' keeps happening in an office with an unlocked door, you'll be asking for trouble. Understand?"

We both nodded, and I felt slightly shamed. "Sorry. I should've locked the door."

"Don't you two think you should tell someone? Maybe Leo? So, God forbid, if someone finds out the White House won't be in complete shock?" She asked. "I mean, we're your friends, you two. You should trust us enough - or at least give us enough credit - to not freak out, to stand behind you, and to be happy for you."

"Yes, Mom," Josh replied.

She put her hands firmly on her hips. "Joshua Lyman, you are a royal pain in the ass."

With that, she stomped out of his office, slamming the door behind her. I flinched. "She has a point, you know."

"She always does," he sighed. "One thing I've definitely learned to do is to trust Donna's advice. She always seems to know exactly how to react to things."

"Do we want to tell them?"

"I don't think we have much of a choice now," he replied.

"So how do you want to do this?"

"Interoffice memo," he said. "By the time they all get it, we'll have had a chance to flee the country."

I chuckled. "Why don't we tell them at the meeting tomorrow morning, when it's just the President and Senior staff? That way we tell them all at once, instead of having to be yelled at individually."

"Now that's a plan," he said. And then he kissed me. "See you tonight?"

I nodded. Then I rose and went back to my own office to do some work before Toby decided to kill me.

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