Fic: In This White House - Jensen/Jared/Danneel, NC-17, AU, PWP
dugindeep - you were right to hope that the threesome fic I was working on was for you! Because it obviously was! I actually had a Jared/Danneel idea that I shelved for this one, so maybe I'll write that for you in the future too, just for funsies. And, for the record, me writing a Jensen/Jared/Danneel White House AU PWP fic? ALL YOUR FAULT. You ruined me. You're a ruiner. Happy Birthday, BB!
Title: In This White House
Author: The Artful Dodger / dodger_sister
Fandom: CW RPS
Category: AU, PWP
Characters/Pairing: Jensen/Jared/Danneel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Oral, Threesome, In the Office and Mild Teasing & Breast Play.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Danneel is just trying to prepare for her press conference, but apparently Jared has writer’s block and Jensen thinks the cure for that is his mouth on various parts of Jared’s body.
Word Count: 4,589 words.
Date Written: May/June, 2013
Disclaimer: These are real people who do not belong to me and don’t actually work for the White House and to my knowledge have never had a threesome. But a girl can dream, right? This story is mine and I make no money from it.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: Parts of it.
Author's Notes: I had a completely different story idea in mind for dugindeep’s birthday fic that involved Jared/Danneel. That stayed in my head for a month and then at the last second, I started thinking about how much time we spent talking about The West Wing together the previous summer and how fun it would be to drop these three into that scenario and run with it. But have them doing what? I mean, having sex, obviously, but what else? As it turns out, sex was plenty enough to fill up the fic. And you know, hopefully some witty banter reminiscence of the days of Lyman, Seaborn & Cregg. Hopefully. I was a little outside my comfort zone writing the Jensen/Danneel bits and well, the whole m/f/m thing was new to me as well, but I always do like to challenge myself and this was a worthy round. Also, the title is blatantly stolen from an episode of The West Wing.
Dedication: To dugindeep, whose fault this entire thing is anyways. Take a bow, darling and Happy Birthday!!
Danneel sat up straight in her chair, pushed her notes for the press conference off to the side and cracked her back with a loud audible pop.
It was a lot of stress, her job, and she hadn’t realized, back in the beginning, how one little slip up could cause a media frenzy. If she hesitated too long before answering a question, she was accused of lying. If she answered too quickly and used just one wrong word, she could be lambasted for any number of sins.
She wondered - not for the first time - if anyone would notice if she smoked a joint right before going in front of the press corps.
She was seriously contemplating it, when there was a loud rapping on her office door and then it was flying open with enough force that it bounced off the interior wall and came springing back to whack the offender hard on the shoulder.
“Ow,” Jensen said mildly.
“Come in,” Danneel invited in some sort of delayed reaction to the knocking.
“Right,” Jensen answered, though he was already halfway into the opposite chair as he said it. “So, my job sucks.”
“I’ll trade you,” Danneel told him. “You can have the hyenas.”
“Great. And you can have the imbeciles who think gun-control means a dictatorship regime.”
“Ugh,” Danneel groaned and leaned all the way back in her chair this time, listening to her back pop once again.
“Want me to take care of that?” Jensen asked and waggled his fingers at her. “Use my magic fingers?”
“I can think of something better you can do with your fingers,” she said with a blatant leer and Jensen laughed, one of those full-tilt-throat-laughs that settled with warm affection right in the pit of Danneel’s stomach.
Jensen hung his head off the back of his chair, eyes falling shut. Danneel pulled her note sheet back toward her and decided to look them over one last time. A comfortable silence settled between them then, the way it had always been since the end of their second week on the campaign trail, when they had woken up tangled in bed together, fully clothed except for Jensen’s one missing shoe.
They had stared at each other and Jensen had reached over and patted down Danneel’s hair while she scowled at him with what she thought was a fierce glare. Jensen’s subsequent laughter had been broken off by a knocking at their hotel door and when he opened it, Jared had been standing there juggling three cups of coffee and sporting a ridiculous grin.
“Thought you guys could use a little pick-me-up,” he said and before either one of them could say ‘thank you’, Jared had toed off his shoes and climbed into the bed with them.
“I’m cold,” Jared had said with a pout in Jensen’s direction. “Come get back in bed so I can pull the covers up.”
The three of them had sat there squished together in that hotel bed, fully clothed and under the covers, drinking their coffees and watching bad morning talk shows together. And that was kind of how it had been ever since.
Except that sometimes now they were less than fully clothed, but the sentiment was the same at any rate.
Danneel was knocked out of her own thoughts by the sound of a very light, almost non-existent knock on the wall of her office. She glanced up to find Jared leaning in the doorway, looking even more tired than Danneel felt.
“I have writer’s block,” Jared declared and then pulled his lower lip into his mouth in a gesture that Danneel knew far too well. “I suck at this and I shouldn't even be allowed to play.”
“Eh,” Jensen mumbled from his position still stretched out in the chair, eyes closed. “You aren’t allowed to use that phrase. That’s mine.”
“You didn’t trademark it,” Jared protested and took one tentative step into the office.
“I thought you were going to lock yourself in a room until you had that sucker finished?” Jensen asked and sat up, craned his neck around to look at Jared.
He must have thought Jared looked pretty bad as well, because he glanced over at Danneel, one eyebrow arched up in concern.
“The words aren’t coming,” Jared whined. “I need some sort of breakthrough,” and he ran his hands through his hair, though it fell right back in his face the minute he was finished.
“Maybe a little stress relief?” Danneel suggested. “I heard a rumor that Jensen brought his magic fingers to work today.”
“Every time you say that I think Jensen bought one of those awesome beds that you put the quarters in.”
Jensen grinned. “Well, you put something in my slot and lay on top of me and I promise, sweetheart, I will vibrate.”
“Citizens of America,” Danneel said with a grand sweeping gesture of her hands, “your Deputy Chief of Staff.”
Jensen chuckled in a slightly creepy way, while Jared just stepped all the way into the office and shut the door behind himself. Jensen raised his eyebrows and Jared gave him the most pathetic look Danneel had ever seen on the man and then his eyes flickered downwards, very obviously landing on the v of Jensen’s spread legs.
“Oh no,” Danneel protested. “Nope. Not here. I have a press conference in less than thirty minutes. Take the hanky-panky back to Jensen’s office.”
“Awwww,” Jensen said in mock-complaint. “Be nice, Dani,” and then he was up and out of his chair, grabbing Jared by the front of his shirt and spinning him around until Jared was backed up against Danneel’s desk. “You never let us play at work.”
“Yeah,” Jared said and leaned in to nip at Jensen’s neck, “it’s all; run the country, write the speech, wow the crowd, bring me coffee, zip up your pants.”
“You bring her coffee?” Jensen asked with a smirk, hands deftly undoing Jared’s tie. “You know she has people for that, right?”
“A person, not people,” Danneel said with a raised finger. “And anyways, she never picks up the good stuff.”
“Yeah, Jensen,” Jared told him, “she needs the good stuff. She’s got to have the good stuff. She needs it so bad, man.”
Danneel just rolled her eyes. “I can’t even tell if you are making a sexual innuendo or some sort of drug reference.”
“Whichever. I hadn’t committed to either one.”
Jensen chuckled and tugged Jared’s tie free from his shirt, tossing it in Danneel’s direction. Then he leaned in and licked a path from the corner of Jared’s jaw straight up to his earlobe, Jared leaning into him the whole way.
“What did I say about the sexy shenanigans in my office?” Danneel asked, but it might have been lacking her earlier conviction just a little.
“Unbutton your shirt,” Jensen demanded of Jared, seemingly ignoring Danneel’s protest completely this time.
Jared just shrugged and gave Danneel what he probably thought was his most apologetic look, though she didn’t think he was really trying that hard.
“Well, he is my boss. Technically I have to do what he says.”
Danneel opened her mouth to make some joke about The White House lawyers getting their hands on this, but then Jared and Jensen were kissing each other, fast and wet and open, and Danneel found her mouth drying up and her tongue stuck where it lay.
“Shirt,” Jensen said again, only it was more a breath, puffed out in between licks of Jared’s mouth.
Danneel watched then as Jared shrugged off his button-up and slowly peeled his undershirt over his head, revealing inch after inch of golden-tan skin, back muscles flexing with the movement. She could see where his thin waist spanned out into his torso, the inward cut that met up just under his ribs, the dip before his back reached broad shoulders, the roll of muscles that no one ever expected from the Deputy Communications Director.
“Mmmm, good boy,” Jensen murmured into the curve of Jared’s neck.
Danneel looked up, caught Jensen’s eyes watching her over Jared’s shoulder. There was an invitation there, open and waiting, but she just shook her head and looked back down at her notes, her determination wavering with the sound of Jared’s quiet moan as Jensen moved his mouth across skin.
It was almost silent then, save for the breaths, sharp and ragged, and Danneel just stared down at her desk, eyes not really seeing the words on the page, brain replaying the expanse of Jared’s back.
She was so going to say the very worst thing at this press conference.
“Jensen, come on, man,” Jared whined a near minute later and Danneel accidentally looked up again, saw the flex and roll of Jensen’s arm, knew with years of certainty, years of doing this dance with them, of being so fully inserted into their lives, that Jensen was rubbing Jared through his pants, short little gasps of breath escaping Jared in urgent frequency.
“I don’t know, Jay. I don’t think you’re quite ready,” Jensen teased and the smile he flashed Danneel’s way was brilliant, lighting something deep in her belly and spreading down between her legs, where she could feel herself getting wet. Then he was leaning forward, mouth to Jared’s ear, biting and pulling and whispering in a soft voice.
“That’s not fair play,” Jared groaned out and then jerked hard, hips snapping forward as Jensen pressed in and away, fast little movement of teasing that had Jared chasing after him.
“Tell her,” Jensen said and it was low and deep, tingling down to the base of Danneel’s spine, and by the looks of it, Jared’s as well.
“Dani, please,” Jared whimpered. “He won’t…he won’t touch me until you join us.”
“That’s not what I told you to tell her,” Jensen scolded and brought one hand up, threaded it through Jared’s hair and pulled hard, bringing Jared’s face in closer. “Say it.”
Jared took a deep breath, let it out in one go and said, “Danneel, may I please fondle your breasts?”
The back of Jared’s neck flushed instantly with color and Danneel was compelled to see what color his face was.
“I have to work,” she said instead and looked back down at her papers. She would not indulge them when she had to be in front of the White House press corps in - she glanced at the clock - twenty-three minutes.
“Dani…oh god,” and the last part was directed at Jensen, who had dropped to his knees and was pressing his face against Jared’s still clothed erection. “Dani,” and it was a high-pitched whine, rushing out of him involuntarily.
“Ssshhh,” Danneel said sharply. “Lower your voice. Jesus, Jensen, keep him under control. This is why you two shouldn’t do this shit at work,” and it was a hushed whisper, a demanding hiss against the nearly-silent line of grunts slipping past Jared’s lips.
“That’s not what you said on your birthday,” Jensen reminded her, pulling his face away from Jared’s crotch enough to smirk up at her.
Danneel could see the front of Jared’s pants were wet with Jensen’s spit - which was a stupid move to make at the office - but more importantly, it occurred to her that she had this vantage point because she had somehow moved from behind her desk to stand directly next to them without even realizing she had done it.
“Yeah,” Jared said, less sure of himself than Jensen and that damnable smirk of his, “you weren’t protesting on your birthday.”
“One time,” Danneel told them, finger raised in the air to point from one man to the other. “One time I let you two drag me into this shit at work and I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Couldn’t keep your damn mouth shut though, could you?” Jensen asked and went back to pressing his tongue against the inseam of Jared’s pants.
Jared took a deep breath, settled himself, and then looked at Danneel, his hard-stone business face in place; the one that sent reporters scrambling backwards, interns crying in the bathroom and usually had Jensen more than willing to bend over Jared’s lap until his skin was red from it. The one that always, always ended with Danneel riding him, Jared’s hands gripping her sweat slicked hips, fingerprints on her skin to remind her in the morning.
“You make so much noise, baby,” Jared said and Danneel could tell it was taking everything he had to keep his voice steady, to hold her gaze with the way Jensen was sucking him, suit pants and all, into his mouth. “You love it. When I touch you. When I put my mouth on you. Come on, Danneel, don’t you want my hands to mark every single inch of your skin? ‘Cause I think you do.”
The truth was, she did. God, she did. But one of them - at least one of them - had to be thinking with their upstairs brain.
“Okay,” she said and held up a hand. “Above the waist only and you, Jared,” and she emphasized by pointing a finger at him, “pay me back tonight, at my place, with your tongue.”
“Wow,” Jensen said from his spot kneeling on the floor. “This is for the good of the nation, you know? I mean, we’re helping him break his writer’s block. And you put demands on it? That’s very unpatriotic.”
Danneel ignored him completely - mildly wondering if there was a way she and Jared could tease Jensen to the brink at some point in the future and then refuse to let him fall over, just for being such a smug bastard about it - and turned her attention back to Jared. “Agreed?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, great,” Jared said and his voice lost its edge and he was cracking and then reaching for her, grabbing Danneel by the waist of her skirt and pulling her towards him, crushing his mouth against hers without preamble.
His breath was hot as he pressed against her, his tongue finding its way past her lips with a silent demand for entrance, and Danneel let her mind push away from the press conference and the president and the damned state of the country and instead let Jared guide her, lead her mouth in an almost violent struggle, their tongues touching and darting away and his hand weaving through her hair, holding her where she always wanted to be.
Jared’s mouth fell open then, slack and pliant, and Danneel looked to find Jensen unzipping Jared’s pressed-pants, pushing them down to gather at his knees. Jared thrust his hips forward searching for more and Danneel smiled down at Jensen.
“I think he wants you to remove his briefs too,” she suggested and nodded her head at the slick wet outline of Jared’s cock. “Release the beast and all that.”
“Hmmm,” Jensen said, as if he was contemplating it. “I think there was something else I asked for before Jared gets what he wants. What was that again?”
“I can’t remember,” Danneel told him. “See, this is why I always take notes.”
“I hate you both,” Jared muttered under his breath and Danneel just tsked at him.
“That’s so unprofessional, Jared,” she said with a scold.
Jared whined deep in his throat and Danneel looked down to see Jensen rolling the briefs down his hips so slowly that it would have put a slow-motion 80s action sequence to shame.
“Ask me nicely,” Danneel said and reached up to shrug out of her suit jacket, tossing it onto her chair. “Come on, Jay, I don’t have all day.”
“Seventeen minutes,” Jensen said without looking up.
“You’re going to pay for this later,” Jared told her and Danneel just smiled at him with the sweetest smile she could manage.
“I hope so.”
Jared groaned again and reached out, put one hand on Danneel’s hip and the other on Jensen’s shoulder. “Danneel, will you please take off your shirt so Jensen will stop being such a goddamn motherfucking cocktease and suck me off already?”
“Well, look at that,” Jensen said. “I do believe he found his words again.”
Danneel laughed and started to undo her shirt, one button at a time, from the bottom up. She caught Jensen watching out of the corner of her eye, his suit jacket tossed to the side, tie undone and his red swollen lips the only indication that he had spent the last five minutes kneeling on the floor with his mouth pressed against Jared’s crotch.
“Like the view, sweetheart?” she asked him and Jensen leaned up, pushed to his toes and reached for the strand of hair hanging across her face.
He tucked it behind her ear, knuckles brushing across her cheek as he settled back on his knees. “I always enjoy this view,” he said and Danneel felt her face flush and she looked away before he could see.
She let her shirt fall open then and reached for Jared’s hand.
“Everything stays on,” she told him sternly. “I don’t have time to get redressed.”
“Got it,” Jared replied and then leaned in, pressed his mouth to her throat, lips moving their way down the long line of skin to settle between the dip of her breasts.
Danneel brought his hand up, slid it beneath the cup of her bra and then Jared was gripping her, squeezing around the weight and Danneel was leaning into it and pulling Jared’s head back up, their mouths finding each other, open and urgent against the quickening heat of the room.
She knew the exact second Jensen finally took Jared into his mouth. Jared tensed against her, tongue going motionless in her mouth and beneath the hand she had settled along his hip, Danneel could feel Jared’s back straighten and arch forward. It was like a bowstring ready to set an arrow flying.
“Ssshhh now,” she murmured and moved her mouth to press against the ridge of his shoulder. “You’ll never last like that.”
“Fuck, Dani,” Jared whined and Danneel saw Jensen reached up whack Jared on the hip with a sharp slap. “Oh, fuck, man, yeah,” Jared said, “I didn’t forget you were down there.”
“Somebody feel left out?” Danneel teased and reached down to run her fingers through Jensen’s hair, watching the way he moved in fluid motion over Jared’s cock, the way his lips stretched around it and his throat worked and swallowed over it all.
Jared’s hand - the one still fondling Danneel’s right breast - moved then, shifted under the cup of her bra and she felt his thumb slide over her nipple. Danneel moaned, loud in the quiet of the room and Jared chuckled against the top of her head.
“What was that?” he asked and swiped his thumb back again, this time stopping to pinch the nipple, bringing it to hardness in an instant.
It was guttural and Danneel didn’t even recognize the noise as her own until Jared was pushing the bra cup down and releasing her breast, head bent until his mouth could close over it. His tongue repeated the movement his thumb had made and Danneel cried out, rough and raw, hand gripping hard where it was still carding through Jensen’s hair.
Jensen froze, whether from pain or protest, and Jared’s hips chased after him, cock shoving abruptly down Jensen’s throat. Jensen let out a whine then and Danneel yanked his head back, pulled him off Jared completely and stared down at him, sure her eyes were just as glazed as his.
“Fuck, sorry, Jensen,” Jared rasped out and he caught Jensen’s half-lidded gaze and held it. “My bad, man.”
“Your bad?” Jensen said with a raised eyebrow, though his voice was hoarse and wrecked. “Yeah, those are some highly crafted words there.”
“It gets the job done,” Jared told him and ran his thumb along Jensen’s jaw, across his cheek until the tip of it was pressed between Jensen’s lips. “How about you do the same?”
“Damn,” Jensen said with mock-disgust but didn’t protest when Danneel guided his head back towards Jared’s cock.
“Now, where were we?” Danneel asked with a grin and pulled Jared to her again.
His mouth moved up her neck, two hands coming up to grope her breasts, fingers sliding around the curve of them. Danneel moaned against him and moved a hand along Jared’s sweat slicked back.
“Jay,” she said, sounding strained to her own ears. “You gotta hurry this up, baby.”
“Not ready,” he said and tried to capture her lips with his own, but she pulled away before he could.
“I think you are ready,” she told him. “And if not, I still have to be in front of a room full of press in ten minutes, so you better get ready.”
“Fuck,” Jared groaned and Danneel glanced down to see Jensen had brought one hand up to slide back behind Jared’s balls, finger rubbing over the skin there.
“Thanks, Jen,” she said and ran her hand through Jensen’s hair again, sliding her thumb down to rub just under Jensen’s ear, a spot she knew sent a jolt straight to his dick every time.
“Dani,” Jared whined, both hands still gripping the weight of her breasts, forehead pressed against Danneel’s own. “It’s not enough.”
“I know, baby. I know,” she said.
She reached up and took one of his hands from her chest, moved it down, under her skirt.
“Are you sure?” Jared asked, but he was already pressing up between the opening of her legs, fingers curling around her there.
“Fuck, yes,” she said and ground down against the palm of his hand.
Her panties were wet with slick and sweat and Danneel was both mortified and turned on at the thought of getting up in front of the press corps with the mark of Jared’s mouth across her chest just hidden under the fabric of her blouse, the sweat and smell of his skin on her, and the wetness soaking through her panties beneath the cover of her skirt.
Jared moved one long finger against her clit, pressing the fabric there until she could feel his fingernail digging in. It hurt and yet burned through her body with undeniable pleasure and Danneel pushed harder against it and threw her head back.
“Jared, shit,” she grunted and her legs pressed together around his hand, trapping him there.
One of her own hands was gripping Jared’s hip and the other was still resting on Jensen’s head, fingers occasionally moving through his hair, and then Jared’s hand was coming off her breast and covering her own, pressing Jensen’s head forward as their fingers found each other.
“Come on, Jay. Come for me,” she said, whispered it against the skin of him.
“Jensen, please,” and it was a sob rising up out of Jared and Danneel could feel his whole body weight settling back on her desk, his fingers flexing around her pussy, his mouth opening against the side of her face, hot and wet, the sound of it pushing out of him as he jerked hard and fast against Jensen, orgasm washing over him in a sudden tremendous wave.
Danneel pressed down against Jared’s hand one last time, hips rocking against it, letting the pulse push through her. It wasn’t enough but it would have to do for now.
She rested her head against Jared’s chest, listened to his breathing return to normal then hitch once more.
“Yes, that,” Jared breathed out and Danneel’s eyelids fluttered open to see Jensen licking Jared’s cock clean with tiny little presses of his tongue.
“Mmmmm,” Danneel said and pushed away from Jared. “You boys are terrible influences, you know that?”
“Love you too,” Jared said with a chuckle and Jensen pulled back to grin up at her, lips shiny and wet.
“No good criminal team is complete without the foxy dame,” Jensen told her. “You’re totally our foxy damn.”
Danneel shook her head at him, adjusted her bra and then started to do up her blouse. Jensen rose to his feet - slower than he used to back when they had started this thing between them - and reached out to run his hands through her hair.
“Here,” he said and tucked that one strand of hair back where it went.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” she said and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, let herself taste where Jared had been. “And you,” she said to Jared and then stopped to glance down at her shirt, make sure the buttons were done up correctly. “My house, eight o’clock. Bring the Italian takeout I like so much.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jared told her and Danneel leaned forward to capture his mouth, tongue darting out to trace his bottom lip before pulling away again.
“We’re going to stay here so I can fuck Jared over your desk,” Jensen said then, as casually as pointing out the storm clouds.
“Of course you are,” Danneel sighed and moved around to her chair to gather up her suit coat. She stopped to move the precariously-stable popsicle-stick picture frame her niece had made for her to a desk drawer for protection and then slid her jacket on, tucking her press notes into the pocket.
“How do I look?” she asked, coming back around the desk.
“Put together,” Jared answered just as Jensen said, “Well fucked.”
Danneel pointed a finger at Jensen and then waved her hand in the direction of the far side of the room.
“What was that?” Jared asked and made the hand motion himself, over-exaggerating it in a way that would have looked ridiculous even if his pants weren’t still around his knees. Which they were.
“That was my ‘I’m going to open this door so you might want to step out of the line of sight’ motion,” she told them.
Jensen snickered like a teenager with a dirty joke and moved over to the wall, while Jared shuffled sideways in what Danneel thought was a rather adorably awkward manner.
“Well then,” she said with a genuine smile. “It is always a pleasure, gentlemen,” and she pointed a finger at Jared and added, “Try to keep it down, will you?”
Then she cracked open the door as much as needed and slid out of her office.
“I was just coming to get you,” her assistant said, seemingly coming out of nowhere in that way that always creeped Danneel out. Elizabeth had a blue folder of notes in one hand and a coffee outstretched towards Danneel in the other. “You have to be on in three minutes.”
“Then we’ll walk fast,” Danneel said and took the coffee, trying to discreetly check the buttons on her blouse one last time.
There was a loud thump from behind Danneel’s office door and it was quickly followed by what should have been an inaudible word, though Danneel recognized it immediately as Jared’s long drawl on the word ‘more,’ that usually came out when he was begging - which he did a lot.
“So, we should go now,” Danneel said and gestured wildly down the hall, before hurrying her assistant along with her.
“Are Jared and Jensen still in your office?” Elizabeth asked bewildered.
“Stress exercises,” Danneel blurted out. “We should walk faster,” she said and then promptly waked into a corner wall, coffee spilling out over the side of her cup.
Oh yeah, she was definitely going to say the very worst thing at this press conference.
The End
Title: In This White House
Author: The Artful Dodger / dodger_sister
Fandom: CW RPS
Category: AU, PWP
Characters/Pairing: Jensen/Jared/Danneel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Oral, Threesome, In the Office and Mild Teasing & Breast Play.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Danneel is just trying to prepare for her press conference, but apparently Jared has writer’s block and Jensen thinks the cure for that is his mouth on various parts of Jared’s body.
Word Count: 4,589 words.
Date Written: May/June, 2013
Disclaimer: These are real people who do not belong to me and don’t actually work for the White House and to my knowledge have never had a threesome. But a girl can dream, right? This story is mine and I make no money from it.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: Parts of it.
Author's Notes: I had a completely different story idea in mind for dugindeep’s birthday fic that involved Jared/Danneel. That stayed in my head for a month and then at the last second, I started thinking about how much time we spent talking about The West Wing together the previous summer and how fun it would be to drop these three into that scenario and run with it. But have them doing what? I mean, having sex, obviously, but what else? As it turns out, sex was plenty enough to fill up the fic. And you know, hopefully some witty banter reminiscence of the days of Lyman, Seaborn & Cregg. Hopefully. I was a little outside my comfort zone writing the Jensen/Danneel bits and well, the whole m/f/m thing was new to me as well, but I always do like to challenge myself and this was a worthy round. Also, the title is blatantly stolen from an episode of The West Wing.
Dedication: To dugindeep, whose fault this entire thing is anyways. Take a bow, darling and Happy Birthday!!
Danneel sat up straight in her chair, pushed her notes for the press conference off to the side and cracked her back with a loud audible pop.
It was a lot of stress, her job, and she hadn’t realized, back in the beginning, how one little slip up could cause a media frenzy. If she hesitated too long before answering a question, she was accused of lying. If she answered too quickly and used just one wrong word, she could be lambasted for any number of sins.
She wondered - not for the first time - if anyone would notice if she smoked a joint right before going in front of the press corps.
She was seriously contemplating it, when there was a loud rapping on her office door and then it was flying open with enough force that it bounced off the interior wall and came springing back to whack the offender hard on the shoulder.
“Ow,” Jensen said mildly.
“Come in,” Danneel invited in some sort of delayed reaction to the knocking.
“Right,” Jensen answered, though he was already halfway into the opposite chair as he said it. “So, my job sucks.”
“I’ll trade you,” Danneel told him. “You can have the hyenas.”
“Great. And you can have the imbeciles who think gun-control means a dictatorship regime.”
“Ugh,” Danneel groaned and leaned all the way back in her chair this time, listening to her back pop once again.
“Want me to take care of that?” Jensen asked and waggled his fingers at her. “Use my magic fingers?”
“I can think of something better you can do with your fingers,” she said with a blatant leer and Jensen laughed, one of those full-tilt-throat-laughs that settled with warm affection right in the pit of Danneel’s stomach.
Jensen hung his head off the back of his chair, eyes falling shut. Danneel pulled her note sheet back toward her and decided to look them over one last time. A comfortable silence settled between them then, the way it had always been since the end of their second week on the campaign trail, when they had woken up tangled in bed together, fully clothed except for Jensen’s one missing shoe.
They had stared at each other and Jensen had reached over and patted down Danneel’s hair while she scowled at him with what she thought was a fierce glare. Jensen’s subsequent laughter had been broken off by a knocking at their hotel door and when he opened it, Jared had been standing there juggling three cups of coffee and sporting a ridiculous grin.
“Thought you guys could use a little pick-me-up,” he said and before either one of them could say ‘thank you’, Jared had toed off his shoes and climbed into the bed with them.
“I’m cold,” Jared had said with a pout in Jensen’s direction. “Come get back in bed so I can pull the covers up.”
The three of them had sat there squished together in that hotel bed, fully clothed and under the covers, drinking their coffees and watching bad morning talk shows together. And that was kind of how it had been ever since.
Except that sometimes now they were less than fully clothed, but the sentiment was the same at any rate.
Danneel was knocked out of her own thoughts by the sound of a very light, almost non-existent knock on the wall of her office. She glanced up to find Jared leaning in the doorway, looking even more tired than Danneel felt.
“I have writer’s block,” Jared declared and then pulled his lower lip into his mouth in a gesture that Danneel knew far too well. “I suck at this and I shouldn't even be allowed to play.”
“Eh,” Jensen mumbled from his position still stretched out in the chair, eyes closed. “You aren’t allowed to use that phrase. That’s mine.”
“You didn’t trademark it,” Jared protested and took one tentative step into the office.
“I thought you were going to lock yourself in a room until you had that sucker finished?” Jensen asked and sat up, craned his neck around to look at Jared.
He must have thought Jared looked pretty bad as well, because he glanced over at Danneel, one eyebrow arched up in concern.
“The words aren’t coming,” Jared whined. “I need some sort of breakthrough,” and he ran his hands through his hair, though it fell right back in his face the minute he was finished.
“Maybe a little stress relief?” Danneel suggested. “I heard a rumor that Jensen brought his magic fingers to work today.”
“Every time you say that I think Jensen bought one of those awesome beds that you put the quarters in.”
Jensen grinned. “Well, you put something in my slot and lay on top of me and I promise, sweetheart, I will vibrate.”
“Citizens of America,” Danneel said with a grand sweeping gesture of her hands, “your Deputy Chief of Staff.”
Jensen chuckled in a slightly creepy way, while Jared just stepped all the way into the office and shut the door behind himself. Jensen raised his eyebrows and Jared gave him the most pathetic look Danneel had ever seen on the man and then his eyes flickered downwards, very obviously landing on the v of Jensen’s spread legs.
“Oh no,” Danneel protested. “Nope. Not here. I have a press conference in less than thirty minutes. Take the hanky-panky back to Jensen’s office.”
“Awwww,” Jensen said in mock-complaint. “Be nice, Dani,” and then he was up and out of his chair, grabbing Jared by the front of his shirt and spinning him around until Jared was backed up against Danneel’s desk. “You never let us play at work.”
“Yeah,” Jared said and leaned in to nip at Jensen’s neck, “it’s all; run the country, write the speech, wow the crowd, bring me coffee, zip up your pants.”
“You bring her coffee?” Jensen asked with a smirk, hands deftly undoing Jared’s tie. “You know she has people for that, right?”
“A person, not people,” Danneel said with a raised finger. “And anyways, she never picks up the good stuff.”
“Yeah, Jensen,” Jared told him, “she needs the good stuff. She’s got to have the good stuff. She needs it so bad, man.”
Danneel just rolled her eyes. “I can’t even tell if you are making a sexual innuendo or some sort of drug reference.”
“Whichever. I hadn’t committed to either one.”
Jensen chuckled and tugged Jared’s tie free from his shirt, tossing it in Danneel’s direction. Then he leaned in and licked a path from the corner of Jared’s jaw straight up to his earlobe, Jared leaning into him the whole way.
“What did I say about the sexy shenanigans in my office?” Danneel asked, but it might have been lacking her earlier conviction just a little.
“Unbutton your shirt,” Jensen demanded of Jared, seemingly ignoring Danneel’s protest completely this time.
Jared just shrugged and gave Danneel what he probably thought was his most apologetic look, though she didn’t think he was really trying that hard.
“Well, he is my boss. Technically I have to do what he says.”
Danneel opened her mouth to make some joke about The White House lawyers getting their hands on this, but then Jared and Jensen were kissing each other, fast and wet and open, and Danneel found her mouth drying up and her tongue stuck where it lay.
“Shirt,” Jensen said again, only it was more a breath, puffed out in between licks of Jared’s mouth.
Danneel watched then as Jared shrugged off his button-up and slowly peeled his undershirt over his head, revealing inch after inch of golden-tan skin, back muscles flexing with the movement. She could see where his thin waist spanned out into his torso, the inward cut that met up just under his ribs, the dip before his back reached broad shoulders, the roll of muscles that no one ever expected from the Deputy Communications Director.
“Mmmm, good boy,” Jensen murmured into the curve of Jared’s neck.
Danneel looked up, caught Jensen’s eyes watching her over Jared’s shoulder. There was an invitation there, open and waiting, but she just shook her head and looked back down at her notes, her determination wavering with the sound of Jared’s quiet moan as Jensen moved his mouth across skin.
It was almost silent then, save for the breaths, sharp and ragged, and Danneel just stared down at her desk, eyes not really seeing the words on the page, brain replaying the expanse of Jared’s back.
She was so going to say the very worst thing at this press conference.
“Jensen, come on, man,” Jared whined a near minute later and Danneel accidentally looked up again, saw the flex and roll of Jensen’s arm, knew with years of certainty, years of doing this dance with them, of being so fully inserted into their lives, that Jensen was rubbing Jared through his pants, short little gasps of breath escaping Jared in urgent frequency.
“I don’t know, Jay. I don’t think you’re quite ready,” Jensen teased and the smile he flashed Danneel’s way was brilliant, lighting something deep in her belly and spreading down between her legs, where she could feel herself getting wet. Then he was leaning forward, mouth to Jared’s ear, biting and pulling and whispering in a soft voice.
“That’s not fair play,” Jared groaned out and then jerked hard, hips snapping forward as Jensen pressed in and away, fast little movement of teasing that had Jared chasing after him.
“Tell her,” Jensen said and it was low and deep, tingling down to the base of Danneel’s spine, and by the looks of it, Jared’s as well.
“Dani, please,” Jared whimpered. “He won’t…he won’t touch me until you join us.”
“That’s not what I told you to tell her,” Jensen scolded and brought one hand up, threaded it through Jared’s hair and pulled hard, bringing Jared’s face in closer. “Say it.”
Jared took a deep breath, let it out in one go and said, “Danneel, may I please fondle your breasts?”
The back of Jared’s neck flushed instantly with color and Danneel was compelled to see what color his face was.
“I have to work,” she said instead and looked back down at her papers. She would not indulge them when she had to be in front of the White House press corps in - she glanced at the clock - twenty-three minutes.
“Dani…oh god,” and the last part was directed at Jensen, who had dropped to his knees and was pressing his face against Jared’s still clothed erection. “Dani,” and it was a high-pitched whine, rushing out of him involuntarily.
“Ssshhh,” Danneel said sharply. “Lower your voice. Jesus, Jensen, keep him under control. This is why you two shouldn’t do this shit at work,” and it was a hushed whisper, a demanding hiss against the nearly-silent line of grunts slipping past Jared’s lips.
“That’s not what you said on your birthday,” Jensen reminded her, pulling his face away from Jared’s crotch enough to smirk up at her.
Danneel could see the front of Jared’s pants were wet with Jensen’s spit - which was a stupid move to make at the office - but more importantly, it occurred to her that she had this vantage point because she had somehow moved from behind her desk to stand directly next to them without even realizing she had done it.
“Yeah,” Jared said, less sure of himself than Jensen and that damnable smirk of his, “you weren’t protesting on your birthday.”
“One time,” Danneel told them, finger raised in the air to point from one man to the other. “One time I let you two drag me into this shit at work and I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Couldn’t keep your damn mouth shut though, could you?” Jensen asked and went back to pressing his tongue against the inseam of Jared’s pants.
Jared took a deep breath, settled himself, and then looked at Danneel, his hard-stone business face in place; the one that sent reporters scrambling backwards, interns crying in the bathroom and usually had Jensen more than willing to bend over Jared’s lap until his skin was red from it. The one that always, always ended with Danneel riding him, Jared’s hands gripping her sweat slicked hips, fingerprints on her skin to remind her in the morning.
“You make so much noise, baby,” Jared said and Danneel could tell it was taking everything he had to keep his voice steady, to hold her gaze with the way Jensen was sucking him, suit pants and all, into his mouth. “You love it. When I touch you. When I put my mouth on you. Come on, Danneel, don’t you want my hands to mark every single inch of your skin? ‘Cause I think you do.”
The truth was, she did. God, she did. But one of them - at least one of them - had to be thinking with their upstairs brain.
“Okay,” she said and held up a hand. “Above the waist only and you, Jared,” and she emphasized by pointing a finger at him, “pay me back tonight, at my place, with your tongue.”
“Wow,” Jensen said from his spot kneeling on the floor. “This is for the good of the nation, you know? I mean, we’re helping him break his writer’s block. And you put demands on it? That’s very unpatriotic.”
Danneel ignored him completely - mildly wondering if there was a way she and Jared could tease Jensen to the brink at some point in the future and then refuse to let him fall over, just for being such a smug bastard about it - and turned her attention back to Jared. “Agreed?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, great,” Jared said and his voice lost its edge and he was cracking and then reaching for her, grabbing Danneel by the waist of her skirt and pulling her towards him, crushing his mouth against hers without preamble.
His breath was hot as he pressed against her, his tongue finding its way past her lips with a silent demand for entrance, and Danneel let her mind push away from the press conference and the president and the damned state of the country and instead let Jared guide her, lead her mouth in an almost violent struggle, their tongues touching and darting away and his hand weaving through her hair, holding her where she always wanted to be.
Jared’s mouth fell open then, slack and pliant, and Danneel looked to find Jensen unzipping Jared’s pressed-pants, pushing them down to gather at his knees. Jared thrust his hips forward searching for more and Danneel smiled down at Jensen.
“I think he wants you to remove his briefs too,” she suggested and nodded her head at the slick wet outline of Jared’s cock. “Release the beast and all that.”
“Hmmm,” Jensen said, as if he was contemplating it. “I think there was something else I asked for before Jared gets what he wants. What was that again?”
“I can’t remember,” Danneel told him. “See, this is why I always take notes.”
“I hate you both,” Jared muttered under his breath and Danneel just tsked at him.
“That’s so unprofessional, Jared,” she said with a scold.
Jared whined deep in his throat and Danneel looked down to see Jensen rolling the briefs down his hips so slowly that it would have put a slow-motion 80s action sequence to shame.
“Ask me nicely,” Danneel said and reached up to shrug out of her suit jacket, tossing it onto her chair. “Come on, Jay, I don’t have all day.”
“Seventeen minutes,” Jensen said without looking up.
“You’re going to pay for this later,” Jared told her and Danneel just smiled at him with the sweetest smile she could manage.
“I hope so.”
Jared groaned again and reached out, put one hand on Danneel’s hip and the other on Jensen’s shoulder. “Danneel, will you please take off your shirt so Jensen will stop being such a goddamn motherfucking cocktease and suck me off already?”
“Well, look at that,” Jensen said. “I do believe he found his words again.”
Danneel laughed and started to undo her shirt, one button at a time, from the bottom up. She caught Jensen watching out of the corner of her eye, his suit jacket tossed to the side, tie undone and his red swollen lips the only indication that he had spent the last five minutes kneeling on the floor with his mouth pressed against Jared’s crotch.
“Like the view, sweetheart?” she asked him and Jensen leaned up, pushed to his toes and reached for the strand of hair hanging across her face.
He tucked it behind her ear, knuckles brushing across her cheek as he settled back on his knees. “I always enjoy this view,” he said and Danneel felt her face flush and she looked away before he could see.
She let her shirt fall open then and reached for Jared’s hand.
“Everything stays on,” she told him sternly. “I don’t have time to get redressed.”
“Got it,” Jared replied and then leaned in, pressed his mouth to her throat, lips moving their way down the long line of skin to settle between the dip of her breasts.
Danneel brought his hand up, slid it beneath the cup of her bra and then Jared was gripping her, squeezing around the weight and Danneel was leaning into it and pulling Jared’s head back up, their mouths finding each other, open and urgent against the quickening heat of the room.
She knew the exact second Jensen finally took Jared into his mouth. Jared tensed against her, tongue going motionless in her mouth and beneath the hand she had settled along his hip, Danneel could feel Jared’s back straighten and arch forward. It was like a bowstring ready to set an arrow flying.
“Ssshhh now,” she murmured and moved her mouth to press against the ridge of his shoulder. “You’ll never last like that.”
“Fuck, Dani,” Jared whined and Danneel saw Jensen reached up whack Jared on the hip with a sharp slap. “Oh, fuck, man, yeah,” Jared said, “I didn’t forget you were down there.”
“Somebody feel left out?” Danneel teased and reached down to run her fingers through Jensen’s hair, watching the way he moved in fluid motion over Jared’s cock, the way his lips stretched around it and his throat worked and swallowed over it all.
Jared’s hand - the one still fondling Danneel’s right breast - moved then, shifted under the cup of her bra and she felt his thumb slide over her nipple. Danneel moaned, loud in the quiet of the room and Jared chuckled against the top of her head.
“What was that?” he asked and swiped his thumb back again, this time stopping to pinch the nipple, bringing it to hardness in an instant.
It was guttural and Danneel didn’t even recognize the noise as her own until Jared was pushing the bra cup down and releasing her breast, head bent until his mouth could close over it. His tongue repeated the movement his thumb had made and Danneel cried out, rough and raw, hand gripping hard where it was still carding through Jensen’s hair.
Jensen froze, whether from pain or protest, and Jared’s hips chased after him, cock shoving abruptly down Jensen’s throat. Jensen let out a whine then and Danneel yanked his head back, pulled him off Jared completely and stared down at him, sure her eyes were just as glazed as his.
“Fuck, sorry, Jensen,” Jared rasped out and he caught Jensen’s half-lidded gaze and held it. “My bad, man.”
“Your bad?” Jensen said with a raised eyebrow, though his voice was hoarse and wrecked. “Yeah, those are some highly crafted words there.”
“It gets the job done,” Jared told him and ran his thumb along Jensen’s jaw, across his cheek until the tip of it was pressed between Jensen’s lips. “How about you do the same?”
“Damn,” Jensen said with mock-disgust but didn’t protest when Danneel guided his head back towards Jared’s cock.
“Now, where were we?” Danneel asked with a grin and pulled Jared to her again.
His mouth moved up her neck, two hands coming up to grope her breasts, fingers sliding around the curve of them. Danneel moaned against him and moved a hand along Jared’s sweat slicked back.
“Jay,” she said, sounding strained to her own ears. “You gotta hurry this up, baby.”
“Not ready,” he said and tried to capture her lips with his own, but she pulled away before he could.
“I think you are ready,” she told him. “And if not, I still have to be in front of a room full of press in ten minutes, so you better get ready.”
“Fuck,” Jared groaned and Danneel glanced down to see Jensen had brought one hand up to slide back behind Jared’s balls, finger rubbing over the skin there.
“Thanks, Jen,” she said and ran her hand through Jensen’s hair again, sliding her thumb down to rub just under Jensen’s ear, a spot she knew sent a jolt straight to his dick every time.
“Dani,” Jared whined, both hands still gripping the weight of her breasts, forehead pressed against Danneel’s own. “It’s not enough.”
“I know, baby. I know,” she said.
She reached up and took one of his hands from her chest, moved it down, under her skirt.
“Are you sure?” Jared asked, but he was already pressing up between the opening of her legs, fingers curling around her there.
“Fuck, yes,” she said and ground down against the palm of his hand.
Her panties were wet with slick and sweat and Danneel was both mortified and turned on at the thought of getting up in front of the press corps with the mark of Jared’s mouth across her chest just hidden under the fabric of her blouse, the sweat and smell of his skin on her, and the wetness soaking through her panties beneath the cover of her skirt.
Jared moved one long finger against her clit, pressing the fabric there until she could feel his fingernail digging in. It hurt and yet burned through her body with undeniable pleasure and Danneel pushed harder against it and threw her head back.
“Jared, shit,” she grunted and her legs pressed together around his hand, trapping him there.
One of her own hands was gripping Jared’s hip and the other was still resting on Jensen’s head, fingers occasionally moving through his hair, and then Jared’s hand was coming off her breast and covering her own, pressing Jensen’s head forward as their fingers found each other.
“Come on, Jay. Come for me,” she said, whispered it against the skin of him.
“Jensen, please,” and it was a sob rising up out of Jared and Danneel could feel his whole body weight settling back on her desk, his fingers flexing around her pussy, his mouth opening against the side of her face, hot and wet, the sound of it pushing out of him as he jerked hard and fast against Jensen, orgasm washing over him in a sudden tremendous wave.
Danneel pressed down against Jared’s hand one last time, hips rocking against it, letting the pulse push through her. It wasn’t enough but it would have to do for now.
She rested her head against Jared’s chest, listened to his breathing return to normal then hitch once more.
“Yes, that,” Jared breathed out and Danneel’s eyelids fluttered open to see Jensen licking Jared’s cock clean with tiny little presses of his tongue.
“Mmmmm,” Danneel said and pushed away from Jared. “You boys are terrible influences, you know that?”
“Love you too,” Jared said with a chuckle and Jensen pulled back to grin up at her, lips shiny and wet.
“No good criminal team is complete without the foxy dame,” Jensen told her. “You’re totally our foxy damn.”
Danneel shook her head at him, adjusted her bra and then started to do up her blouse. Jensen rose to his feet - slower than he used to back when they had started this thing between them - and reached out to run his hands through her hair.
“Here,” he said and tucked that one strand of hair back where it went.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” she said and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, let herself taste where Jared had been. “And you,” she said to Jared and then stopped to glance down at her shirt, make sure the buttons were done up correctly. “My house, eight o’clock. Bring the Italian takeout I like so much.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jared told her and Danneel leaned forward to capture his mouth, tongue darting out to trace his bottom lip before pulling away again.
“We’re going to stay here so I can fuck Jared over your desk,” Jensen said then, as casually as pointing out the storm clouds.
“Of course you are,” Danneel sighed and moved around to her chair to gather up her suit coat. She stopped to move the precariously-stable popsicle-stick picture frame her niece had made for her to a desk drawer for protection and then slid her jacket on, tucking her press notes into the pocket.
“How do I look?” she asked, coming back around the desk.
“Put together,” Jared answered just as Jensen said, “Well fucked.”
Danneel pointed a finger at Jensen and then waved her hand in the direction of the far side of the room.
“What was that?” Jared asked and made the hand motion himself, over-exaggerating it in a way that would have looked ridiculous even if his pants weren’t still around his knees. Which they were.
“That was my ‘I’m going to open this door so you might want to step out of the line of sight’ motion,” she told them.
Jensen snickered like a teenager with a dirty joke and moved over to the wall, while Jared shuffled sideways in what Danneel thought was a rather adorably awkward manner.
“Well then,” she said with a genuine smile. “It is always a pleasure, gentlemen,” and she pointed a finger at Jared and added, “Try to keep it down, will you?”
Then she cracked open the door as much as needed and slid out of her office.
“I was just coming to get you,” her assistant said, seemingly coming out of nowhere in that way that always creeped Danneel out. Elizabeth had a blue folder of notes in one hand and a coffee outstretched towards Danneel in the other. “You have to be on in three minutes.”
“Then we’ll walk fast,” Danneel said and took the coffee, trying to discreetly check the buttons on her blouse one last time.
There was a loud thump from behind Danneel’s office door and it was quickly followed by what should have been an inaudible word, though Danneel recognized it immediately as Jared’s long drawl on the word ‘more,’ that usually came out when he was begging - which he did a lot.
“So, we should go now,” Danneel said and gestured wildly down the hall, before hurrying her assistant along with her.
“Are Jared and Jensen still in your office?” Elizabeth asked bewildered.
“Stress exercises,” Danneel blurted out. “We should walk faster,” she said and then promptly waked into a corner wall, coffee spilling out over the side of her cup.
Oh yeah, she was definitely going to say the very worst thing at this press conference.
The End