West Wing FF: What I did for you, in secret, all alone [Sam/Toby; NC-17]
Reposting from oxoniensis's Porn Battle VII.
Title: What I did for you, in secret, all alone
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing: Sam/Toby
Rating: NC-17
Length: 650 words
Disclaimer: Belongs to Sorkin, Wells et al
Spoilers: Through the series
Summary: Sam didn't do nothing when he heard. Prompt was 'stand up', originally here.
It comes out, later. Sam had told Josh he was doing more good as a lawyer than a politico. He had consulted, quietly. He had got some names together, and started the ball rolling. Nobody in California had cared. In DC, it turns out, they kind of do.
Toby slams Sam against the wall, the newspaper crumpled in his hands. Sam fumbles the cord of the blinds, shutting out the light in the office that used to belong to Toby and now belongs to him.
Toby stutters when he’s furious. “Sam. Sam- tell me, tell me you weren’t this stupid. Tell me you didn’t-“
“How did you even get in here?”
“Sam-“
“No, seriously, they let you walk in?”
“They didn’t. They did, however, call up here, and apparently Josh thinks you needed the kind of ass-kicking he was unable to provide.”
“They handed me the petition.”
“They didn’t hand you the petition, Sam. Yours is the- Yours is the first name!”
“The President gave you the pardon, you didn’t need my help.”
“I didn’t need anyone’s help, Sam. I was quite prepared to take the five years that my country, and my country’s laws, decided that I deserved to be punished for.”
Sam turns his hand in Toby’s wrist, so they are palm to palm against the wall. Toby’s coat is unbuttoned, and Sam’s jacket is already off; there are just two shirts between them. At Toby’s throat, there is bare skin.
Sam says, “I stood up.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re my friend, and I stood up. I- I stood up. I won’t apologise for that.”
Toby frowns. They are too close, now that no one is yelling. Toby says, “Lock the door, Sam.”
Toby doesn’t step back to let Sam move; Sam slips past him, brushing at chest, hip and crotch. The door locks.
“You’re an idiot,” Toby repeats, pushing Sam into the shadows on the far side of the room. He curves his palm around the back of Sam’s head before kissing him into the wall.
Sam shakes his head. “I’m not.” He bites on Toby’s bottom lip, wrapping his arms around Toby’s broad back. He pulls back and says, “I was right. Just because no one else-“ Toby is hard against him; their erections press together through strained fabric. Sam kisses the bare skin at Toby’s throat, grazing with his teeth and taking advantage of the moan to work at Toby’s belt. He leans his forehead to Toby’s, seeing only the black of his eyes. Sam says, “I knew where my loyalties lay. I’ve never been confused.” He closes his eyes, and Toby kisses him again, the barest of contact. Sam says, “Don’t try and tell me what I shouldn’t have done for you. I would have done anything you’d asked. You just didn’t-“
Toby covers Sam’s cock through his pants. He squeezes, experimentally, and Sam gasps. Toby murmurs, “I didn’t want to presume.”
“You wouldn’t have been.”
“Well, I know that now.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
“So?” Sam asks.
“So, I was going to see if I could just talk you into coming in your - still - ludicrously expensive suit, but it seems I’ve lost my touch.”
Sam smiles, feeling himself mean it for the first time in days, since Josh had come into his office saying, “Sam. I’m hearing some- I know you didn’t- Tell me you didn’t think he was right.”
And Sam had said, “I think he was brave.”
He didn’t say what he says now, with Toby smirking and working his hand into Sam’s pants. “You didn’t call me back.”
“I know.”
“You’re going to have to make up for that for a little bit.”
Toby curls his hand around Sam’s cock, sliding his certain hands along its length, rubbing his thumb against the vein. “Sam,” he says, his other hand sliding into Sam’s grip, holding on. “I know that. I’ve got it, I know.”
FIN
Title: What I did for you, in secret, all alone
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing: Sam/Toby
Rating: NC-17
Length: 650 words
Disclaimer: Belongs to Sorkin, Wells et al
Spoilers: Through the series
Summary: Sam didn't do nothing when he heard. Prompt was 'stand up', originally here.
It comes out, later. Sam had told Josh he was doing more good as a lawyer than a politico. He had consulted, quietly. He had got some names together, and started the ball rolling. Nobody in California had cared. In DC, it turns out, they kind of do.
Toby slams Sam against the wall, the newspaper crumpled in his hands. Sam fumbles the cord of the blinds, shutting out the light in the office that used to belong to Toby and now belongs to him.
Toby stutters when he’s furious. “Sam. Sam- tell me, tell me you weren’t this stupid. Tell me you didn’t-“
“How did you even get in here?”
“Sam-“
“No, seriously, they let you walk in?”
“They didn’t. They did, however, call up here, and apparently Josh thinks you needed the kind of ass-kicking he was unable to provide.”
“They handed me the petition.”
“They didn’t hand you the petition, Sam. Yours is the- Yours is the first name!”
“The President gave you the pardon, you didn’t need my help.”
“I didn’t need anyone’s help, Sam. I was quite prepared to take the five years that my country, and my country’s laws, decided that I deserved to be punished for.”
Sam turns his hand in Toby’s wrist, so they are palm to palm against the wall. Toby’s coat is unbuttoned, and Sam’s jacket is already off; there are just two shirts between them. At Toby’s throat, there is bare skin.
Sam says, “I stood up.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re my friend, and I stood up. I- I stood up. I won’t apologise for that.”
Toby frowns. They are too close, now that no one is yelling. Toby says, “Lock the door, Sam.”
Toby doesn’t step back to let Sam move; Sam slips past him, brushing at chest, hip and crotch. The door locks.
“You’re an idiot,” Toby repeats, pushing Sam into the shadows on the far side of the room. He curves his palm around the back of Sam’s head before kissing him into the wall.
Sam shakes his head. “I’m not.” He bites on Toby’s bottom lip, wrapping his arms around Toby’s broad back. He pulls back and says, “I was right. Just because no one else-“ Toby is hard against him; their erections press together through strained fabric. Sam kisses the bare skin at Toby’s throat, grazing with his teeth and taking advantage of the moan to work at Toby’s belt. He leans his forehead to Toby’s, seeing only the black of his eyes. Sam says, “I knew where my loyalties lay. I’ve never been confused.” He closes his eyes, and Toby kisses him again, the barest of contact. Sam says, “Don’t try and tell me what I shouldn’t have done for you. I would have done anything you’d asked. You just didn’t-“
Toby covers Sam’s cock through his pants. He squeezes, experimentally, and Sam gasps. Toby murmurs, “I didn’t want to presume.”
“You wouldn’t have been.”
“Well, I know that now.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
“So?” Sam asks.
“So, I was going to see if I could just talk you into coming in your - still - ludicrously expensive suit, but it seems I’ve lost my touch.”
Sam smiles, feeling himself mean it for the first time in days, since Josh had come into his office saying, “Sam. I’m hearing some- I know you didn’t- Tell me you didn’t think he was right.”
And Sam had said, “I think he was brave.”
He didn’t say what he says now, with Toby smirking and working his hand into Sam’s pants. “You didn’t call me back.”
“I know.”
“You’re going to have to make up for that for a little bit.”
Toby curls his hand around Sam’s cock, sliding his certain hands along its length, rubbing his thumb against the vein. “Sam,” he says, his other hand sliding into Sam’s grip, holding on. “I know that. I’ve got it, I know.”
FIN