Title: Consequences of a Sarcastic Rejoinder
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Summary: Speaking to the press, Josh puts his foot firmly in his mouth, which has repurcussions for his relationship with Sam.
Notes: This story is in response to a challenge (which will be quoted in full at the end of the story) on Peja's list of plot bunnies. Jesse Morgan did her usual fantastic beta work (and made CJ's dialogue a million times funnier than it was). Part Two will hopefully be posted in the next couple of days, although feedback may speed that up (please notice my subtle hinting and feel free to indulge me). Finally, this story is for Anne, in all her geographical ignorance.
Consequences of a Sarcastic Rejoinder by Hannah
PART I - WASHINGTON D.C.
CJ's cry roared through the corridors of the West Wing, sending the wise scurrying for safety.
I, being the wisest of them all, as well as CJ's target, was already hiding in my office. Well, not so much hiding, as formulating a strategy behind a securely closed door. The look of betrayal on Donna's face as I passed her on my way into my office suggested that this would not have been a good time to ask her for some help.
The door to my office flung open and CJ stormed in, Toby hot on her heels. Oh, this was bad.
"What the hell was that?!" she shouted. At least, that's what I assumed she shouted.
"If I've told you once, I've told you too many times," growled Toby, "after root canal, I do the shouting." He turned his attention to me, which was, you know, just what I was hoping for.
"What the hell was that?! What did I specifically tell you before you went out there?"
"No sarcasm," I replied, desperately hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.
"I said 'no sarcasm'," Toby repeated. "So what the hell were you doing telling the White House press corps that you were going to go home and..." He stopped abruptly.
"Go home and what, Toby?" I asked. "You can say it, you know."
Before the argument could get any further, a fourth person joined us in the room, slamming the door behind him. My eyes widened in fear when I saw the expression on Leo's face as he skimmed his eyes over the piece of paper held in his hand.
Leo looked up and in an icy tone, began to speak. "Joshua, good to see you. I was hoping you might be able to shed some light on the transcript I have here. You see, it appears to be telling me that in answer to a question asked by the chief political correspondent for the Washington Post - 'What do you think of the repeal of the sodomy laws?' - you told him, along with several dozen other reporters also present, 'I think I'll go home and fuck my boyfriend.' You said those words, right?"
"'Yeah'? You're giving me 'yeah'?"
"You asked if I said those words and I did say those words. So, yes, I'm giving you 'yeah'."
Leo glowered. "You really think this is the time to be getting smart with me, Josh?"
CJ bravely decided to ignore Toby's previous warnings and waded back into the discussion.
"Josh, the Chwistian Wight ah alweady calling foh youh head. This is not helping mattas, especiawee given some of the wumahs..." her voiced trailed off, as she noticed my reaction. What rumors? There are rumors about me and, well, this? I thought everyone was still talking about me and Donna. Okay, I realized I was beginning to veer too far from the subject at hand.
"It could be worse," I suggested, as I racked my brain to come up with a way it could be worse.
"How, exactly?" asked Leo who was clearly unimpressed with the conversation so far.
"I could have named my boyfriend," I replied, which was met with a stunned silence.
Leo and Toby exchanged a meaningful look before my boss turned back to me.
"Josh, I was under the impression that we were discussing your inappropriate use of sarcasm. Are you telling me we're discussing you having outed yourself to the nation's press?"
"Erm, kinda, yeah," I answered slowly, as the enormity of the situation began to dawn on me. I outed myself? Just to get one up on the press? Oh, crap.
"You're dating a man?"
"Yes." And he's going to be really pissed when he finds out what I've done, I added to myself.
"Who is it?"
The office door opened and Donna peered in.
"It's Sam," she said, flapping her hand at me.
"How... how could you know that?" I asked in shock. See, Sam and I have been together, on and off, for over a decade but until five minutes ago we've been stupidly discreet about it. He's teased me about Donna's freakish tendency to know everything about me, and suggested more than once that she must know something, but deep down we always figured if she even suspected something, she'd come right out and ask about it. Also, how did she hear what Leo just asked me? Has she bugged the room or something?
"See, Josh, there's the whole aspect of my job that involves answering the phone and sometimes the person who's calling lets me know who they are before I put the call through to you. That's how I know it's Sam on the phone." From the looks on the faces of CJ, Toby and Leo, Donna quickly realized that it wasn't quite the right moment for banter, so she retreated to her desk with a baffled look on her face.
As my colleagues processed the implications of their recent discovery, I picked up the phone and hit the button that I suspected would connect me to more shouting. Oh, dear god, how right I was.
"Tell me you didn't do that, Josh! Tell me those words never came out of your mouth! What were you thinking? Were you thinking? What were you trying to do? Ruin your career? Ruin MY career?"
"Sam, calm down," I begged nervously.
"Calm down? You expect me to calm down? Josh, when I get back to DC I'm going to kill you, then I'm going to bring you back to life and kill you all over again. I'm so mad at you I can't even form coherent sentences and you're telling me to calm down?!"
"At least stop shouting." I tried, in a desperate attempt to prevent CJ, Toby and Leo from hearing Sam's side of the argument.
"For fuck's sake, Josh, you've had your say for today. Now it's my turn. My campaign manager is already getting calls asking me to comment on your comments. How long do you think we've got before someone figures everything out?"
I glanced around the room, and seeing that there was no way I could talk my colleagues into believing anything other than the truth, took a deep breath.
"Sam, the senior staff here know."
For the first time in his life, I truly experienced deafening silence. It was a full minute before a voice came back on the phone line.
"How?" It was just one word, but the dark tone belied the anger felt by the speaker.
"I kinda told them," I said softly. A sudden wave of dizziness coursed through me and I sat collapsed into my chair. Resting my forehead on one hand, I used the other to cradle the phone to my ear. How the hell could I have screwed up so badly? Sam would never forgive me for this.
I closed my eyes, determined not to cry in front of the others, and after a moment, I heard them leave the room, presumably headed for Leo's office to sort out some kind of damage control, which hopefully wouldn't leave me searching for a brand new career.
"Sam, I'm so sorry," I whispered, as tears began to slowly fall down my cheeks. "I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, Sam, I'm sorry." As I repeated my apology, my voice cracked. I think Sam must have realized from this how sorry I really was.
"Oh Josh," sighed Sam. "It's okay. I mean, it's totally not okay, but we'll figure something out. After all, part of me's impressed you managed to not say anything sooner than this. We've had a good run, at least."
At this, my heartbeat quickened in fear and through my tears I asked, "What do you mean, we've had a good run? Is this the end of the run? Of us?" Seriously, I don't know if I could cope with that. The horror of having destroyed my career would be nothing compared to the nightmare of having ruined my relationship with Sam.
"Oh, honey, no. Nothing's going to be the end of us, if I can help it," replied Sam gently. "It's just the end of us-in-the-closet. Now we have to work out how to deal with the fallout of your little tirade."
Sam's assurances and the loving endearment made me feel about a million times better. God, I love this man so much.
"So, what do you think we should do?"
"You're the strategist, Josh. I was pretty much counting on you to come up with something."
"Well..." I paused. It's not like I'd never imagined a scenario where my relationship with Sam was discovered, but it had never occurred to me that I might be the one to out myself.
"I guess we've got three options. Option A, I get CJ to tell the press I was just being my usual sarcastic self. Something tells me they wouldn't have a hard time believing that. Then we just have to hope no one starts digging round for more information and finds out about us. Option B, I refuse to comment any more than I already have and we hope no one starts digging round. Option C, we get together and make a joint statement about our relationship. Then all we have to do is find you a new job, since you'd never win your congressional election after this, and hope that I don't get sacked."
"Yeah," replied Sam slowly. "I'm pretty much done here, I guess."
"Huh? What do you mean 'done here'? You can't just pack it all in, Sam."
"Look, it's only a matter of time before someone finds out about us. I'm amazed we've lasted this long - I was sure Lisa would use her Vanity Fair article to slip in some snide little comment that would set everyone off hunting. Anyway, my polling numbers aren't looking too great and," he paused, "I miss you like crazy, Josh. I hate being stuck on the other side of the country from you. Unexpected as it was, your announcement today means we could live together properly. No more sneaking about. No more worrying who might be watching. Think about it."
I thought about it. What Sam was suggesting sounded pretty much as close to heaven as I was ever going to get. Except...
"There's no guarantee I could keep my job, Sam. And even if I could, what would you do? There's no way you could have your old job back here."
"Yes, I had worked that one out for myself, thank you," snapped Sam.
Okay, so that was insensitive of me. I really do need to learn to think before I speak.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that," I apologized. "Look, I don't want to have this conversation by phone," I continued. "Plus, I think Leo's going to want to weigh in on what we decide to do. Is there any chance you could come out here?"
For a few seconds, all I could hear over the phone was Sam's light breathing as he processed things in his mind.
"I don't think that would be such a good idea," he replied slowly. "On the million-to-one chance we decide not to come clean about our relationship, and no one finds out about us, I think it would be best if I didn't go zooming across the country right after your performance with the press. There's no way we could write that off as anything other than what it would be. But what if you come out here? I think Ted Marcus probably wants to have a little word with you right about now. Maybe you could get Leo to send you over to California, then you could stop in to see how your old friend Sam is doing."
See, now that sounded like a plan. My only problem with it was that I had to go face Leo. I really wasn't looking forward to that conversation, but there was no way I could put it off much longer.
"Sam," I started.
"You should go talk to the others," he replied. I'm so lucky he worked here for so long, and understands how things are around here.
"Yeah. I'll call you once I know what they're suggesting."
"Okay. Josh, I really, really wish you hadn't started any of this but I love you anyway."
I smiled, thanking my lucky stars that I'd managed to get the most forgiving man in the universe as my boyfriend.
"I love you too, Sam. Talk to you soon."
Less than a second after I'd replaced the receiver, Donna came into my office and closed the door very deliberately behind her. Oh, this was going to be fun. See, most people around here think Donna and I should be together. Many think we already are, and since letting people think that had never seemed like a bad idea to me, I had done nothing to disabuse people of that notion.
"Leo wants to see you as soon as you're free." She shifted nervously, not meeting my eyes.
"Donna, sit down would you?" She sat, wringing her hands together as though auditioning for the role of a grieving mother in one of the more over the top operas.
"Josh, what's going on," she asked in a hushed voice. I winced inwardly - she was going to act ignorant, which would make this all the harder for me and, if we're being honest here, for her too.
I looked at her for a long moment, hoping that she'd suddenly develop telepathic abilities and save us the upset of this conversation.
"It's to do with what you said in the press room, isn't it? But why did everyone react so oddly when I told you Sam was on the phone?"
This line of questioning caused me to stare at her in disbelief. Surely she was capable of putting two and two together to come up with a pretty resounding four. If not then, credit where credit's due, she's got the whole denial thing down to a fine art. Not even my Stanleys could fail to be impressed with the potential case study of my assistant. Okay, there I go avoiding the issue again. Maybe the Stanleys still have enough work to do on me without needing to turn to Donna for material.
"I... You know... Um... I..." Great. *Now* I'm lost for words. Why couldn't this have happened when Danny asked me what will henceforth be known as 'that question'?
Donna's hands stopped their wringing and she clenched them into fists, as though summoning all her courage.
"Is it to do with what you said to Danny?"
I nodded, knowing what was coming.
"You have a boyfriend?"
A shorter nod this time, but Donna got the message. She blinked rapidly and bit down on her lower lip.
"I wish you hadn't found out this way," I offered lamely. I think a part of me was wishing she'd never found out. Not because I didn't trust her, or didn't count her as a friend, but because after warnings from both Joey and Amy, along with CJ and Sam's frequent teasing, I'd finally come to understand that Donna had somewhere along the line developed feelings for me that I was never going to reciprocate.
"And the phone call?" she asked, her voice a shadow of its usual self. I grimaced. This was going to be the hardest part. Admitting that something had been going on right under her nose for years.
"I know it was Sam who called you." For the first time in our conversation, I looked into Donna's eyes. The way she was staring at me made it clear that she needed to hear me say the words.
"No, *it's* Sam. My boyfriend. He's Sam. Sam's my boyfriend." The clandestine nature of our relationship meant that I rarely had occasion to say those words. Now that I had the chance, I found I couldn't stop. With every blurted part of that confession, the smile on my face grew. I didn't mean for that to happen - I didn't want to hurt Donna any more than absolutely necessary.
My eyes flickered to the photo taken of the senior staff on our first day in the White House. Having it on my office wall was the only way I could spend the majority of my day looking at Sam. To be honest, I couldn't even tell you what color clothes anyone else in that picture is wearing - my eyes zero in on Sam every time. The photo captured his idealism, his enthusiasm and his gorgeous blue eyes that had burned their way into my soul the very first time we met.
Sniffing coming from my assistant pulled my attention from the contemplation of my boyfriend (now I'd started using that word, I was damned if I'd stop any time soon). I went over to Donna and knelt next to her chair.
"Are you okay?" Lame I know, but I'm really not a fan of deeply emotional scenes at work. Hey, you try shouting at the most powerful man in the world, in his office, and then see if you can disagree with my thinking.
Donna nodded and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Yeah. It's just a shock, you know?" Oh, I knew. My revelation was still pretty much of a shock to me, too.
"Do you want to head home? Take the rest of the day off?" I maybe sounded like an understanding boss but my motives were actually influenced by a strong sense of self-preservation. If everyone around here saw Donna weeping just after I'd made a public suggestion that I had a boyfriend... well, even if my colleagues weren't the most intelligent people in the country they still wouldn't have too much trouble figuring out what was going on, and that - that could be a bad thing.
Donna nodded again. Anyone watching a silent film of the action in our office would have thought they'd stumbled across footage of two nodding dogs that had somehow escaped from their cars and turned into human form.
"Okay then. I have to go see Leo now. You just, maybe, take a moment. Or however long you need. Want. And then get yourself out of here. Take the weekend off if you want and I'll see you Monday morning, alright?"
Even my dread of the impending meeting with my boss looked tempting compared with the option of sitting around here for the next god- knows-how-long trying to think of something to say.
I left my office, being sure to shut the door behind me, and headed off down the corridor, making a lame attempt at my usual confident swagger. Inwardly, I was shaking like a leaf. This would be a good time to work on improving my pretty bad poker face.
Margaret waved me into Leo's office with one of those piercing looks she seems to specialize in, and I entered to see Leo, Toby and CJ sitting in there with pretty serious looks on their faces.
"'S'up?" I asked, aiming for a jauntily carefree voice.
"Siddown, Josh." That was Leo. My tone had clearly missed its mark. By many, many miles. CJ flashed me an encouraging smile. Toby was glowering, but I decided not to read too much into that - the day he fails to glower is the day the world fails to spin on its axis.
"How's Sam?" Leo again, this time sounding less fierce. It had to be awkward for him, I know. The fact that the son of his old friend turned out to be pretty much gay would take some getting used to for him. I was just hoping he'd stick by his promise that as long as he had a job here, so would I.
"He's okay. Now. He's calmed down a bit. Do you know what you want us to do yet?"
"Wow, beat around the bush, why don't you?" asked CJ.
I tried to smile but the events of the past hour were starting to catch up with me. Right at that moment, all I wanted was to be somewhere far away from this building, with Sam's arms around me and his voice in my ear promising me everything would be okay.
But I didn't have that. Instead, I had the most highly ranked members of the President's staff who all had far better things to do with their time than deal with me and my personal life.
Leo spoke again. "It's up to you, Josh. We're keeping you far away from the press for a while, and you need to release a statement clarifying your comment, but it's up to you what that clarification is. Were you just being sarcastic? Are you in a same-sex relationship but unwilling to discuss it? Or are you and Sam... ya know?"
"Coming out," finished CJ, helpfully.
I could see him trying hard to stop it, but Leo winced at that last part and had kept his gaze firmly directed at the papers on his desk while he spoke.
"Well, for now I just want to go with the sarcasm explanation," I hedged. "And I really need an excuse to go to California. I'm sorry... I know I shouldn't ask but there's no way Sam and I can figure this out from opposite sides of the country."
Leo nodded shortly. "Okay. We'll come up with something and you can head off tomorrow. At least that's Friday, so just take the weekend off and spend some time out there. Meanwhile you work with CJ on her statement and if you see a journalist headed towards you, turn and walk very quickly in the other direction."
Leo dismissed us but as we turned to leave, he called me back. When the others had gone he began to speak.
"You know we're gonna support you, right? Whatever you guys decide to do."
I smiled. That sentiment had pretty much come through during the meeting, but it was good to hear it out loud.
"Thanks, Leo. That means a lot to me." He held my gaze. There was so much to say, so much we couldn't say to each other. After a moment, he broke the silence.
"Go on, then. You need to work with CJ. I'll find some reason to send you to California."
Toby was waiting for me by Margaret's desk, where he asked me to follow him to his office.
When we got there, he turned to me. "Why didn't you say anything? Either of you?" It was hard to judge his tone - not quite hostile, but not exactly overflowing with the warmth of human kindness either.
I shrugged. "We just thought it would be better for the administration if we didn't. I mean, we weren't dating the whole time he worked here, and Sam's last foray into the wondrous world of women resulted in enough headlines to keep him safe from any suspicions people might otherwise have had about us."
"Okay," replied Toby. He didn't seem angry. More disappointed with me. With us.
"You should probably call Sam," I suggested. "I know he'd like to hear from you and I bet he's feeling bad about you finding out about us like this." It was true: Sam idolized Toby and I knew it wouldn't have taken long after our conversation for his thoughts to turn to his former boss and the reaction he would have to all this.
We left things there - Toby and I get along much better now than when we first met, but I wasn't ready to pour my heart out to him either.
I spent the rest of the day working with CJ on a way to control the story, finding myself the butt of her many jokes and even more numerous salacious comments. By early evening I was more than ready to leave, so I headed home to pack my bags and call Sam. When I told him I'd be in California the next day, I could hear the relief in his voice.
"I just want to know where we go from here," he said with a sigh, which I echoed.
"Me too," I agreed. "So I should get to your apartment sometime early evening - I'll know better after my meeting."
It turned out Leo hadn't needed to try particularly hard to come up with a reason to send me across the country. As Sam had predicted, Ted Marcus was baying for my blood. It seems he ranted at my boss for a good ten minutes about how insulting it was to find homosexual relationships a target for my flippant sarcasm. I could see his point; in fact, I agreed with him totally - I really am a jackass at times - and I had a feeling it would be hard for me to argue my way out of this one.
"I can't wait to see you, Josh. I guess that's the best thing about your outburst of insanity today - it really cuts down on the time we have to wait to see each other again." I grinned at that. Eight weeks apart from each other, with nothing but email and letters and phone calls and phone sex...
"Josh?" Sam's voice was an amused purr. Oh, my man knew where my mind had gone.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow then?" I was eager to deflect his teasing and get to bed. I had a sneaking suspicion I wouldn't be getting a whole lot of sleep the next night.
"Tomorrow," he promised and, after our usual, tender goodbyes, we hung up.
I only had one day more to wait until we decided our future.
One day more. I could handle that.
PART II - CALIFORNIA
I let myself into the house Sam was renting during his stay in California and after I dumped my bags in the bedroom I headed to the kitchen. I'd called Sam after my meeting with Ted Marcus to let him know what time I'd be getting to his place. It turned out I'd be there an hour or so before he expected to get home, so I'd decided to cook dinner for him as a surprise. In all honesty, the most surprising aspect of it would be if the food ended up being even vaguely edible, but what the heck, it's the thought that counts.
I put the wine in the fridge to cool and took the butter out to soften, then started cooking. Half an hour later I was caught up in stirring the contents of various pots, trying to decide whether the bubbling of their contents was a good sign or a hint of impending disaster, when I heard a voice behind me.
I turned around to see Sam standing in the doorway grinning at my obvious shock at his stealthy arrival. I opened my mouth to ask when he had arrived but my voice caught in my throat. Now, Sam and I talk every day on the phone, and God knows I have plenty of photos of him sitting around my house, as well as the one on my office wall (and a few others strategically hidden in my desk drawers), but nothing comes close to seeing him in the flesh.
The combination of his gorgeous body, soft dark hair and bright blue eyes gazing out from under long, luscious eyelashes never fails to turn me on.. And in the two months we'd been apart, his tan had deepened, making him seem more than ever like some kind of creature from paradise.
His pupils dilated a fraction and I could tell he knew what I was thinking. We could do the talking thing later. Right at that moment, there was only one thing I wanted. I prowled over to Sam.
"I want to fuck you," I whispered in his ear.
He groaned and yanked me to him as he savagely attacked my mouth with his own - tongues probed and teeth gnashed as we the breath out of each other's lungs. Desperate for air, I pulled away and as his mouth went to work on my neck I growled, "I need you right now."
"Where?" he gasped breathlessly.
I shot a quick glance around the room. "Table," I replied as I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and dived in for another exquisite kiss.
I backed up until I felt the backs of my thighs hit the table, then turned us so that Sam was pressed against the wood. His hands trembled in their haste to undo the buttons of his crisp, white shirt. Desperate to wrap my hands around his cock I scrambled to undo his trousers and once the zipper was down I peeled them and his boxers off, pausing only to remove his shoes and socks before I pushed at his hips, indicating for him to sit on the table.
I knelt down in front of him. What a sight - the flawless gold of his skin contrasted with the white shirt hanging open across his chest, and his erection stood proud, reaching up to his flat, toned abdomen. Leaning forward I breathed in the scent that for me *is* Sam - musky, tangy, spicy, male.
"That's it, babe, taste me. You know you want to," Sam purred, looking down at me with a burning gaze.
I was way too horny for foreplay, so I leaned forward and impaled my mouth on Sam's cock. God, the weight of him against my tongue and his thickness filling my throat nearly drove me out of my mind.
My hands held onto his hips, in an attempt to control his wild thrusting as I started to bob my head up and down, licking and sucking, tasting the first drops of his pre-cum - salty, bitter and totally Sam.
Sam brought a hand down and rested his palm against my cheek, gently tracing his thumb along my bottom lip where it was wrapped around his thick cock. His moans became louder and louder before he pulled my head up towards his own.
"Stop," he gasped. "I'm too close. I want to come with you in me."
"Fine by me." I slid a finger behind his sac to stroke the skin leading to his anus. Sam lay back on the table and licked his lips. >From the glint in his eyes, I could see that the temperature between us was about to go up another notch or ten.
"Come on, stud, fill me up," he drawled. "You know you want it. Want to take me, make me yours. Do it to me. Shove your big, hard cock so far up my ass I can feel you in my throat." His voice was velvety rich and it sent a shiver through my entire body. He doesn't do it very often but Sam can occasionally be convinced to indulge my seedier side and adopt this slutty, come-hither, rent-boy persona that gets me way hotter than I should probably be willing to admit to.
A thought sparked in a tiny corner of my mind that still had some grip on reality.
"We need lube."
"Hmm?" Sam had clearly left this planet for his happy place. Which was understandable, since I was using one hand to play with his balls and the other to pump his dick.
I glanced around the kitchen, not wanting to have to leave my man for a second unless I really had to. My eyes landed on something.
"Butter?" I gasped.
That got his attention. He quirked an eyebrow at me and my pulse rate doubled instantly.
"Well that sounds kinda kinky." He grinned at me, licked his lips slowly then mouthed something to me: `Do it'.
I pulled my pants and boxers down and slathered some of the softened butter onto my erection, which felt a bit weird, then put some on my finger and started to rub it around Sam's twitching hole.
"That's enough," he groaned. "Just fuck me, Josh. Hard. I want it hard." Right. What Sam wants, Sam gets. I pulled him to the edge of the table and lifted his legs up, then grabbed his hip in my right hand and his shoulder with my left before I pushed in hard.
There was more friction than usual, but he didn't seem to be in any pain so I started to thrust into Sam with long, deep strokes. There was no finesse to my technique. This wasn't making love - this was fucking for the sake of fucking.
Sam started to jerk himself off, which was in itself a sight to behold, and I thrust my hips faster and faster against him. My cock hit his sweet spot, causing him to slam his head down on the table. It didn't seem to have hurt him, because he began to shout.
"That's it, like that! Get that dick up me! You're so hot! Feel me, baby, I've got you in me now! Fuck me, harder, harder..." his voice trailed off into babbled nonsense as he bucked his hips up and wrapped a leg around me so that his heel was pushing at my ass, forcing me deeper into him.
Sam filled my senses - my world shrunk to the two of us fucking on that table, his tight channel clenching almost painfully around my swollen cock. I felt my balls tighten then suddenly I came, shooting my load up his ass, as I shouted his name.
I felt my orgasm in every cell of my body, pleasure flooding through me, overwhelmingly intense. My knees gave way and I sank to the floor, leaning my back against the cabinets. Sam slid off the table and stood in front of me. He grabbed my face in his hands and pulled it towards him, ramming his hard, leaking cock into my mouth. He thrust once, twice, then with a cry, held himself inside me as his cum shot down my throat.
"Oh God," he moaned as he lowered himself to the floor, shaking. His legs slung over my thighs, he wrapped his right arm around my waist and brought his left arm across my chest, the hand coming up to stroke through my drenched hair. He leaned his forehead against my temple and we sat together, our breath slowing and our bodies cooling as the breeze from the air conditioner played across our sweat-covered skin.
After a few minutes I summoned the strength to wrap my arms around Sam's waist and he purred contentedly, snuggling his body closer to mine.
"So, hey," I said softly.
With a smile, he pressed a kiss to my cheek. "Hey to you, too. How was your flight?"
I chuckled. "Good. Not as good as this, though."
"I would hope not."
Dinner was, predictably, ruined. Fortunately Sam turned out to be on first name terms with pretty much the entire staff of the local pizza place so once we'd hauled ourselves off the floor and cleaned up, we didn't have too long to wait for them to deliver a replacement meal.
"You want to talk now?" I asked as I scraped the last of the fallen toppings onto my final mouthful of pizza.
"No. I'm not awake enough for that now," replied Sam with a yawn. "Bed?"
"To sleep, or...?"
He smirked and stretched out his hand to tug me in the direction of the bedroom.
Having satisfied our urgent desire for each other earlier in the evening, our lovemaking that night was slow and tender and perfect. We took hours reconnecting, learning each other's body all over again and when it was over we slept soundly, holding each other close, our heads sharing a pillow.
The next morning found us snuggling together on the sofa. I feel ridiculous using that verb to describe the actions of two grown men, but that's what we were doing. Somewhere along the line we'd come to this unspoken agreement that during the incredibly limited time that we were with each other, we'd keep physical contact to a maximum.
So I was lounging on the couch, propped up against one arm, with Sam between my legs, his back to my chest. We were holding hands and half-watching the cartoons on TV, half-canoodling. Another stupid verb but what the heck, we were acting like a pair of hormonally crazed teenagers. Might as well pull out the cheesy vocab to describe it.
My finger was in Sam's mouth and I was trailing a line of kisses down the side of his neck when the phone rang. Caller ID showed us who it was: Sam's mom. Now, I've met Mrs Seaborn many times as Sam's friend, but in all the years we've been dating, he's never told her about the two of us.
In fact, as I understand it, she has no idea he's even bisexual. Whenever I tried to bring this up with Sam, he just clammed right up and I've never had the heart to push. Nothing upsets me more than Sam's kicked-puppy expression and I never want to be the cause of it.
I could feel his body tense up as he read the name showing on the telephone then with a sigh he leaned across to the table next to the couch and hit 'answer'.
"Good morning, Sammy." Her voice filled the room.
"Hi Mom, how are you?"
"I'm fine, dear, and you?"
"Oh, you know, busy as ever."
After a few minutes of small talk, there was a lull in the conversation. When she began to speak again, Mrs Seaborn's voice sounded strangely tense.
"Have you spoken to your friend Josh recently?"
Sam froze and I could feel his heart rate quicken. What was going on here?
"Um, yeah, not too long ago actually." Sam sat up and tried to move away from me but I pulled him back into my arms, gripping his clasped hands between my own.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before the voice returned. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," said Sam's mom.
"Why not?" It was almost whispered.
"Oh, don't act innocent with me, Samuel. You must have seen the news in the last 24 hours. You know what he is, don't you?"
Within my arms, the man I love began to tremble. "You don't have to listen to this," he murmured into my ear, quiet enough that it wouldn't be picked up by the phone.
"I'm not going anywhere," I reassured him. It was pretty clear where this conversation was going, and there was no way on earth I would leave Sam to deal with it alone.
"Mom..." he began.
"He's a nasty little queer, that's what he is." Her voice was dripping with venom. "I don't want you associating with that sort. They're evil little deviants. If you're not careful he'll try and turn you."
Sam sunk into my embrace as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
"Mom, please," he pleaded. "Josh isn't evil. He's my friend and he's not going to turn me. There's no one on the planet who could turn me." Ah, even through my worry for Sam, and my anger at his mother, I was proud to see my spin-meister at work.
"You say that now, but his kind are cunning. And you might be too innocent to notice, but I've seen the way he looks at you. He wants you."
You're damn right I want him, I mentally shouted at her. I want him to be protected from your ignorance and kept away from your hatred. He's your son and you're destroying him with this. I held Sam closer to me and nuzzled the top of his head with my cheek.
"His poor mother," she continued. "She must be hanging her head with shame. If she's a decent woman, she'll have disowned him by now."
Sam was sobbing by now, his tears soaking into my t-shirt. I wanted to cry too; cry for a wonderful, intelligent, powerful man who had been reduced to this by the woman who had given birth to him.
"I don't have to worry about you, do I Samuel?" she asked, her voice piercingly sharp. "I'll never have to cut you out of my life, will I? You're not going to tell me you're a pervert too, are you?" I couldn't believe this. How could one person be so cruel to another?
Sam took a deep breath, wiped his cheeks then answered, "Of course I'm not going to tell you I'm a pervert. How could you ask something like that? Now, I'm sorry but I have to go. I'll talk to you soon." Without even waiting to hear her goodbye, he hit the off button then yanked the phone cord from the wall.
He sat there frozen for a moment then jumped up off the couch and ran out of the room. As I headed down the hall after him I could hear retching coming from the bathroom, where I found him huddled over the toilet, pale as a ghost.
Sweat coated his forehead and his body was shaking. Never in my life have I seen someone look as truly devastated as Sam did at that moment. I knelt down next to him and rubbed soothing circles on his back as he emptied the contents of his stomach.
When he had finished, I wiped his mouth and he stood to brush his teeth as I flushed away his vomit. After a minute gargling with mouthwash and flossing - an act which brought a small smile to my face even in these circumstances - he started to cry again.
Wrapping an arm around his waist, I lead Sam to our bedroom where we lay down together facing one another. I held onto him as he cried his eyes out, stroking his hair and murmuring what I hoped were soothing noises to him.
Eventually his tears stopped and we lay together in silence. I had no idea what to say to him, and thought it was best to let him start the conversation. It was a long time before he spoke.
"You told your mom about us, right?" he asked softly.
"She's okay with it, isn't she?" I sighed. Mom's reaction to my coming out had been a stark contrast to that of Mrs Seaborn, and I wasn't sure it would do Sam any good to hear that.
"It took a while but yes, she's fine with it now."
"How did you do it? Tell her, I mean."
"You sure you want to talk about this?"
He nodded. "I need to know the whole world isn't against us."
"Oh, Sam," I breathed. I kissed him, softly, tenderly, trying to convey my love for him. He responded and for a moment we lost ourselves in the taste and feel of each other. When our lips finally parted, I ran my hand through his hair then started to speak.
"Mom called me one evening just after the inauguration. She'd been sorting through some stuff in my room, seeing if there was anything worth putting in the emergency box she makes me keep in the trunk of my car." I was happy to see that the reminder of that particular quirk inspired a small twitch of Sam's lips. "She found a pile of letters tied with a ribbon. She didn't open them, but from the envelope on the bottom of the pile she could see who had sent them all - you. So she started to wonder why I would have kept a bunch of letters from you, and why I would have been so careful with them.
"She asked me about them and I realized there was no way I could come up with a lie that would work. And I didn't want to, either. So I told her about us - about our relationship when we were younger and how I still loved you. She went silent then hung up on me." I paused for a moment to collect myself, then continued.
"It was seven days before she called back - the worst week of my life. I couldn't concentrate on anything at work and I don't think I got more than a couple of hours sleep each night. All I could think about was the possibility that I had lost the one remaining member of my family.
"Then one evening the phone rang. It was Mom. She barely let me say hello before she launched into an apology for hanging up on me. She said that she'd been really shocked by what I told her and she'd just needed some time to sort things out in her head.
"Oh, Sam, she was wonderful. She said everything I'd needed to hear - how she'd always love me and how she knew she must have hurt me by reacting the way she did but that I never had to fear her rejection. She was worried about me and about what this would mean for me, but not in a bad way. Her father was thrown into Birkenau for being different and she didn't want me to be the brunt of others' hatred too."
My voice trailed off as I looked at Sam. I knew I needed to end my story there - it couldn't help him to have that reaction to compare his mother's to.
"You okay?" I asked cautiously.
"Mmm." He was half-asleep, so I lay with him until he had drifted off then crept into the living room reasoning that after all that crying, some sleep would do him good.
A couple of hours later Sam wandered bleary-eyed into the room and sat down next to me. I zapped the TV off and turned to him.
He smiled sadly. "Well, at least one good thing came from my mom's call," he said. "It makes our decision about what to do next a whole lot easier."
"What do you mean?" I was confused - how were the two things connected?
"Don't you see? If my own mother thinks my being queer would be repulsive, imagine how the voters here would feel about the matter. If they found out about me - about us - before the election, they wouldn't vote for me, and if they found out afterwards, I'd be forced out of office."
I thought about it for a moment. Despicable though his potential constituents seemed to be, Sam was right. Of course, there was one other alternative course of action open to us.
"We could, you know, split up." The second I got those words out, I regretted it and my voice trailed off. Sam looked like the bottom had just fallen out of his world.
"Is that what you want?" he choked out in a voice that sounded perilously close to cracking.
"Oh, my darling Sam, no." He looked at me, as though trying to discern whether or not I meant that. I grasped his hands between mine and decided to go for broke.
"Sweetheart, I love you. My world starts and ends with you. I know in the past I've pushed you away but I can't imagine my life without you now. You mean everything to me - you're my reason for getting up in the morning and my reason for going to sleep at night. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If we could get married, I'd do it today in an instant."
I could see Sam's eyes filling with tears again but when he spoke, his words reassured me that they were tears of joy, not sorrow.
"I love you too, Josh. When you were dating Amy I was so scared I'd lost you for good. I promised myself that if we ever got another chance at 'us' I'd do anything and everything in my power to make it work. And I mean to stick by that. This campaign means nothing to me when I think of the fact that giving it up would let us be together properly. I want that. I want *us* - as close to married as we can get."
"So you'll come back to D.C?" I could scarcely believe it.
"As soon as I can."
Sam's smile said it all, really. We'd had a bitch of a morning but this was hands-down the best moment of my life. Election day and the inauguration paled into insignificance in the face of Sam's declaration that he wanted us to live together for the rest of our lives. Overwhelmed with happiness I threw my arms around Sam and held onto him tightly. Nothing was going to keep me from him now.
Needless to say, it was hard to leave for home the next day, but Sam made it a lot more bearable by promising to wind up his campaign as quickly as possible and move back to D.C. within a month. After lunch he drove me out to the airport and sat with me in the lounge as I waited for my flight to be announced.
We're both pretty recognizable guys at the best of times and with the recent press coverage of my press briefing and Sam's campaign we were even more so just then, so we tried to be as discrete in our behavior as we could. That meant avoiding too much physical contact and talking in low voices, since we didn't want the news of our relationship to hit the headlines until after Sam was back in the capital with me and we could face the fall-out of the revelation together.
"So, when do we get to start house hunting?" Sam's question broke into my reverie and I turned to look at him. I don't think that grin had left his face from the moment we made our decision the day before and he'd started bouncing around like an exuberant puppy. Normally that would have quickly driven me insane but right then I felt exactly the same way he did, and if it meant he wasn't thinking about the call from his mom then I was all for it.
"I'll start drawing up lists of properties to look at as soon as I get home. Then it's all down to you - the sooner you move back east the sooner we can move in together." Oh, man, those last five words... it was the culmination of nearly fifteen years of us trying to have a relationship and me screwing things up between us. And what a brilliant culmination. I broke into the widest smile ever.
Sam's expression mirrored my own, and we sat there grinning at each other. If we'd been alone, there would have been some serious lip- action going on, but as it was I had to be content with lightly grasping his wrist. As our skin made contact, a voice behind us caused me to jump a foot in the air.
I whirled around. "Joey?! And, hey, Kenny." Where the hell had they come from?
"I see congratulations are in order," signed Joey.
"You two moving in together."
I moved my hand quickly away from Sam's forearm. "How could you possibly know about that?"
Joey grinned. "I was sitting across the room. I read your lips."
"You read my lips? That's, like, eavesdropping with cheating thrown in."
She laughed and shrugged her shoulders.
"I didn't see you, anyway," I continued. "Where were you?"
"Just over there." She pointed to a row of seats opposite us which, sure enough, would have allowed her the perfect opportunity for some sneaky lip-reading.
"So, how did you get behind me?"
More laughter. "I walked right past you."
"I didn't see you."
"Josh, you were so focused on Sam that you wouldn't have noticed the horsemen of the apocalypse riding past."
At his name, my gaze flickered over to Sam who seemed to be enjoying the entertainment Joey and I were providing. He scrunched his nose up in a totally adorable way, which I took to mean that he wasn't worried about Joey finding out about us.
"Are you okay with this?" I asked her.
"Me and Sam."
"Sure. I didn't know you were dating Sam, but I realized you were gay ages ago."
Well, that gave me pause for thought. "You knew I was gay?"
I stared in disbelief. "How could you possibly...?"
She laughed. "When I flew out to DC that time with Dale Brackett 'P.I.' you commented on how good-looking he was. No straight man would do that."
Sam quirked an eyebrow at me. "You were checking out Joey's translator?"
"Well, it's not so much that I was checking out... it's more a case of looking... not that I was *looking* looking... hmmm?" Oh, I was down a hole, digging fast. Sam was smirking and Joey had turned her back on us to sign something to Kenny.
"What's she saying?"
"She thinks the two of you are cute. And that Sam's going to win every argument you guys ever have." Yeah, something told me she'd called that one correctly.
At that moment my flight was announced so we said goodbye to Joey and Kenny then I walked over to the departures gate with Sam. We looked at each other for a long moment, trying to hug and kiss each other goodbye with nothing more than eye contact.
"I'll see you soon then," I said.
"Soon," Sam replied, and with that promise ringing in my ears, I turned to catch my flight.
EPILOGUE - WASHINGTON D.C.
It's now six months since all that happened. The house hunting took us longer than we'd anticipated so Sam and I only moved into our new home two weeks ago and tonight is our house-warming party. Any minute now, the guests will start arriving but for the moment,my husband has locked himself in his study to work on the toast he's planning on making later.
My husband. I love that phrase. Although we're not legally married, Sam and I decided that since we don't consider our relationship to be of a lesser status than that of a heterosexual couple who have taken vows of commitment and signed a piece of paper to that effect, we would refer to each other as husbands. My heart still skips a beat every time I get to do that.
It hasn't all been candy and flowers. Shortly after we went public about our relationship, Sam received a letter from his mother informing him that he was no longer to consider himself her child. He'd been expecting it, but that didn't make it any easier for him to bear.
His dad was a lot better about the situation. He's not been out to visit us yet, but Sam speaks to him every week. I guess having cheated on his wife for nearly three decades made it a little harder for him to get on his high horse when it comes to the subject of relationships. Whatever the reasons, it means Sam still has family, and that's really helped him deal with his mother's rejection.
There weren't as many repercussions for my job as we'd feared. Obviously, a lot of the right-wing special interests groups called for my resignation, and a number of gay and lesbian groups were justifiably not wild about the fact that Sam and I had hidden our relationship for so long, but once the initial furor had died down, the only really noticeable effect was that Mary Marsh now refuses to attend meetings with me. Which, to be honest, is a blessing in absolutely no disguise whatsoever.
Sam's freelancing for the moment, which is nice because it means he can work his hours around mine, allowing us to spend as much time together as possible. The novelty of being an 'out' couple is nowhere near wearing off and it's amazing to be able to go where we want together without having to worry about some journalist finding out about it.
There's been some talk between Sam and Toby about the two of them setting up a communications firm together when Toby finally leaves the White House. I don't know if anything will come from that, but it's really good to know that finding out about our relationship hasn't made Toby distance himself from Sam. They work so well together it would have been a crime for them to have gone their separate ways.
It's impossible to say exactly what the future holds for us, but one thing's for sure. Sam and I are staying together till death do us part. My smart-ass comment to the press turned out to be the best thing that could have happened for us. I've not tried floating that particular opinion past Sam - I think he might have preferred a slightly more dignified exit from the closet - but when all's said and done, as a consequence of my sarcastic little rejoinder, I got Sam as my husband. And how could I ask for anything more?
A/N: The challenge this fic answers is: SUPREME COURT GAY SEX RULING CHALLENGE
Tayla got this idea for a challenge. It's based on the Supreme Court ruling that States can not make consensual sodomy illegal anymore. And it also copies the last scene from the movie "Untouchables". Someone asks Eliot Ness what does he think of ruling to repeal prohibition and he says (paraphrasing) "I think I'll go have a drink."
The challenge is this.
Someone asks your favorite character "What do you think of them repealing the sodomy laws." and your character says "I think I'll go home and f*** my boyfriend."
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