17 June, Round 2

[violet_quill]

1. Control; Lucius/Narcissa (Harry Potter), Josh/Sam (West Wing)

2. Father's Day; Harry/Ron (Harry Potter), Apollo/Starbuck (Battlestar Galactica)

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Josh/Sam - Control

[pocky_slash]

There are a million reasons why this is wrong, why they should stop, and even though they're all running through Sam's head at a terminal velocity, all he can focus on is Josh's fingers and Josh's mouth and Josh backing him into a corner closet in the OEOB. They need to stop this, Sam told him, he told him three times on the campaign and three times since the election and twice more today alone, but Josh isn't good at doing things on other people's terms, which means his hand is slithering down Sam's pants, even as Sam pants the many reasons why this is a bad idea.

He doesn't stop him, though, and he doesn't want to.

He remembers first meeting Josh, remembers being nothing more than a child interning on the Hill. He remembers the way Josh had said, "Look me up when you're ready to tackle some grown-up work down here," remembers nodding dumbly, remembers that even though he did call Josh, Josh wasn't interested until it was he who needed Sam.

Everything has to be on Josh's terms.

When they're finished in the closet--an open office, really, even better, even worse--they stumble down the hall towards their temporary offices. In a little over a week they'll be across the street in real west wing offices and that seems even more surreal than this thing with Josh. Sam gazes out the window, lost in his thoughts, when he hears Josh clear his throat.

"Look," he says. "We need to stop this." Like Sam hasn't been saying that for weeks, for months. "It was fun, and all, but you have to realize, this isn't something that White House staffers can do."

"Right," Sam says dumbly, because even though he's been saying this for weeks, he never really expected Josh to accept it.

"I'm sure you'll find a nice girl or something," Josh says, "but this is DC and I know you're new here, but this is something... it's not something you do. Not in the big leagues."

"Right," Sam says again.

Josh claps him over the shoulder. "I'm glad you understand, buddy," he says. "I'll see you at lunch, okay?"

"Right," Sam says, and Josh leaves the room--and Sam--behind.