Title: Three A.M. (I Must Be Lonely)
Author: Nick
Email: yecats_elocin@yahoo.com
Dedication: For my beta Jamie, who is an angel, and I can't thank her enough! Posted: Not yet!
Archive: Yes to West Wing Slash, all others please ask first.
Series: Maybe.
Pairing: Sam and Josh
Rating: NC-17
Notes: I don't think there are any spoilers here. If there are, I missed them, sorry. This is done in Josh's point of view. WARNING! LOTS OF SCHMOOP!


Three A.M. (I Must Be Lonely) by Nick

At first, I thought I was dreaming. But by the third time my front buzzer rang, I realized that yes, I was awake, and yes, there was some lunatic at my front door at three a.m.

I groaned and rolled out of bed, padding to the front door despite my tired body's protests. "Who is it?" I yawned.

"It's Sam."

"For God's sake, Sam, it's three am."

"I must be lonely," he chuckled, then sighed deeply. I could hear that through the door, too. "Please, Josh, I need to talk to you."

If I didn't love him more than life itself... "Come on in," I said, opening the door.

"Thanks," he breathed.

I could smell faint traces of alcohol on his breath. Knowing how Sam holds his liquor, I asked, "Sam? You didn't drive here, did you?"

"No, I took a cab," he replied. Then, "I broke up with Mallory tonight."

I paused. "Oh. You want something else to drink, then?"

He snorted. "I come here to bleed my heart out to you, and all you can ask is 'you want something to drink'? Thanks, Josh."

I groaned inwardly, not wanting to here about his love problems with a person that wasn't...well, me. "What do you want from me, Sam? Do you want me to say I'm surprised? Shocked? I'm amazed, Sam, that you two lasted this long."

He got belligerent. "Why IS that, Josh? You don't think I'm capable of keeping a relationship?"

"No. It's because whenever I saw you with her, you were always arguing," I replied softly. "If you came here tonight because you need someone to yell at, go home. Come back when you're ready to talk and not blame me for your problems."

"But it IS your fault we broke up," he said in retort.

THAT got my goat. "Excuse me?" I snapped. "How is this my fault?"

I was not prepared for his reply of, "Because she couldn't hold a candle to you."

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sat down on my couch. I was confused. This was my dear friend, my dear STRAIGHT friend Sam Seaborn who just admitted to comparing his girlfriend TO ME. "Now you're not making sense," I sniped. "Why would you be comparing Mallory to me?"

"I don't know. Maybe because she doesn't snipe at me like you do. She doesn't argue with me the same way, or read my mind, or know when I feel shitty or happy or tired or worried. She doesn't understand my job, my life, or my personality the way you do."

Suddenly he was kneeling on the floor in front of me, his hands resting lightly on my knees. When I looked into those big blue eyes, I saw something there that made me forget to breathe.

"Mallory and I went to dinner tonight, and she put her hand on mine and told me she wanted to move our relationship from 'friendly' to 'more than friendly'. And as I watched her smile, and flirt, and act feminine the only thing I could think of was you. You with your sarcasm and quick wit and unbelievable intelligence. That's when it hit me, Josh. Your quirky smiles and teasing and all of you... it's what I want."

"So what exactly does this confession mean, Sam?" I asked, not sure where I found the voice to do it.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?"

"Yeah. I think you do."

His hands moved from my knees to cup my face. "I love you, Josh. It finally hit me that I love every stubborn, annoying, willful bone in your body."

"There was a compliment in there somewhere, right?"

Sam laughed, then dragged my face forward to meet his. The laughter died on my lips as I felt his mouth move over mine, softly, sweetly. I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to get every taste, every touch, every sound. "Sam?"

"Yes?" he asked, breathlessly, pulling back to look me in the eye.

"I love you, too. But you are immensely overdressed for this."

He looked at me as if only now realizing that I was clad in grey boxers and a tee-shirt. "Oh. I suppose I am."

I leaned forward and started on the buttons of his shirt. "If you sit next to me on the couch, this would be easier."

"I have a better idea," he said, standing. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid it off, then yanked his undershirt over his head. I leaned back on the couch to watch, feeling that familiar ache build in my groin whenever I thought about Sam. But this time it was real, and he was here, and there was no place else I could have wanted to be.

He toed out of his shoes, then leaned over to pull off his socks. His pants were then unbuckled and dropped carelessly to the floor. I could only stare at the large tent in his dark briefs. "Sam?"

"See what you do to me?" he whispered. "I didn't know what I wanted, until tonight. I didn't know what I needed, until right now. No one excites me more than, you, Josh. I'm all yours..."

With a soft whimper I stood and pulled him to me, stretching a little to get my mouth to his. Sam was a wonderful kisser, his mouth kind of gliding over mine, softly, then licking at my lips till I parted them. I opened my mouth just slightly, in case he had second thoughts, but they were discarded when I felt his tongue touch my front teeth. "Sam," I mumbled, then pulled back. "SAM."


"This... us... it can't..."

"It can work. We can make it work. We just have to be careful," he said. "I believe in you, Josh. I followed you from the private sector all the way to the White House, just because I believed in you. Jesus, Josh, I'd follow you into Hell if you asked me to. We'll find a way."

I nodded. Sam is the speech writer, the one who always knows exactly what to say. Ah, brilliant Sam. MY brilliant Sam. I liked that idea.

He roused me from my thoughts by placing his hands under my tee-shirt and lifting it upwards and over my head. Obediently I lifted my arms to help him, and he tossed it into a far corner of my living room.

"Josh? Bed?"

"Uh-huh," I said, taking his hand in mine and leading him into my bedroom. "Sam, what do you want from this tonight?"

"Josh, you know I was in a fraternity in college, right?"

I nodded. "What significance does that have right now?" I asked.

"You know all those horror stories you hear about the older brothers fucking the pledges? They're pretty accurate."

It took a few seconds for my brain to catch up to his logic. "You mean you've..."

"A couple times. Not since college. I never thought I would again, until tonight when my life seemed to click," he explained. "You?"

"Once. It was a time ago. It was..." I didn’t know how to explain. "He was in a position of power. I fell in love with him, would've done anything for him. He was in lust. I woke up one day and knew things had to change, so I left. We couldn't have continued dating anyway. It was kept quiet."

"I always knew Hoynes was a bastard."

I blanched. "How..."

"I told you once, a time ago, that you had a lousy poker face. Who else could it have been, with that story?" he asked. Then, concerned, "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

I shook my head no. Then I grinned. "You could always kiss it, make it better." Sam chuckled and that naughty little boy smile lit his face.


I lay on my bed and gestured for him to join me. Before he did, he shucked his briefs to the floor. "Now who's overdressed?"

I raised my hips and he tugged off my boxers, dropping them aside. I pulled him up so we were looking eye to eye, and he kissed my nose. "So."

"So," I replied. Then he kissed me again, this time like he wanted to swallow me whole. Not that I would've minded...

I rolled on my side, pushing him backwards, trying for a moment to gain the upper hand. "No," he said. "Tonight, you don't get to be 'Mr. I'm-In-Charge'. Tonight you're MINE."

I shivered and felt him guide me onto my back. Then he was over me, licking the side of my neck, leaving little love bites on a trail down to my chest. I groaned, feeling my body tense, and he bit down on my left nipple.

I swore, and he then soothed the abused nub with his tongue. "Sorry," he said, though he wasn't. He then gave my other nipple the same treatment, and moved to the hair on my belly.

I was so hard I thought I'd burst before he ever got below my waist. I started to picture the President giving me trivia questions, for no other reason then to slow down my raging hormones. But every effort of control was tossed right out the window when he licked the head and... "Sam, I'm gonna embarrass myself here."

"Go right ahead," he responded, then went down on me completely.

I felt my entire body rocket off the bed, and only for the grace of God and his hands on my hips did I not hit the ceiling. "SAM!"

Eventually, I came back to my own body from whatever orgasmic paradise I drifted away to. With sudden clarity I grinned and I waited for a moment, expecting the neighbors to start banging on the wall, but nothing happened. "Sam? That was absolutely amazing."


"Yeah." I replied, still feeling fairly lightheaded. "Do you mind if I return the favor?"

"Actually, I kind of had something else in mind. I'll be right back." I propped up on an arm to get a nice view of his ass as he left my bedroom. When he came back, he was holding a tube of what looked like hand cream and a small foil packet. I arched an eyebrow.

"Were you planning on seducing me tonight?" He gave me another evil-Sam grin.

"A good boy scout is ALWAYS prepared."

I couldn't stop the laughter from bubbling out. Poor Sam, everyone at the office teased him about being the well-prepared "boyscout". God, if they only knew...

"Roll on your stomach," he ordered softly.

I did, feeling the sheets rub uncomfortably over my still-sensitive body. "Lift up your hips."

Again, I obeyed, and gasped when he wedged a pillow beneath my stomach. His fingers stroked over my hips, my ass for a moment, until I felt him trace along the insides of my thighs, pushing them apart just a little, until I was spread for him.

I couldn't even imagine how wanton I must've looked, just recently having come and face down on my own bed, legs spread in anticipation. His fingers traced around the cheeks for a moment and then it was a quick penetration, two well greased fingers sliding into me. It didn't hurt. Sam knew how to be infinitely gentle, scissoring his fingers and then curling...

...Oh my God...

...just at the right angle to have me seeing stars. I heard the ripping of foil, and then his fingers disappeared. I moaned at the loss until I felt something much thicker replace them. I forced myself to breathe, told myself to relax. "Sam..." I pleaded. "Please..." Not even sure what I was asking for.

But Sam knew, because he knows me better than I know myself. He bucked his hips.

I cried out at first, and then thrust back against him. "More..."

He found a rhythm, steady, slow, until it was too much for me and I started to beg, not with words but with moans and growls, until he sped up, and I was hard again, and he reached his hand beneath my body and grasped me and I came, spilling semen over his fingers. And then he was rocking into me quickly, whispering filthy things in my ear, until I was begging for him to come in me, for him to fill me, and with a hoarse cry he came, his entire body stiffening over me, until he collapsed on my back.

I couldn't get my breathing to slow down. After a few moments, I felt him shift above me, and start to pull away. "Don't."

"Aren't I heavy?"

"I like it," I admitted, suddenly shy about it.

I felt him smile against my skin and then he rolled to the side, spooning his body around mine, still half inside me, and soft. "Are you okay?"

I curled into him, turning my face to his to kiss him. "The best I've felt in a long time."

"Good," he replied. "Sleep for awhile."

"If, at any point, you feel like waking me up, please go right ahead."

"You have to get up at five-thirty to get to work."

"I'll sleep in my office on lunch," I said, then chuckled. "Promise."

"Okay," he said. Then, "Josh?"


"This was wonderful. Thank you."

"Thank you, Sam."



"Do you have any plans for tomorrow night?"

"Yes. I'm going to be with you." He smiled at me, and kissed me, and lay beside me. No more lonely three a.m. anymore.

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