West Wing FF: We could walk these paths blind (CJ/Josh/Sam/Toby, R)
Reposting from oxoniensis's Porn Battle V
Title: We could walk these paths blind
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing: CJ/Josh/Sam/Toby
Rating: R
Length: 618 words
Disclaimer: All belongs to Sorkin and Wells
Spoilers: None
Summary: She doesn't need maps for the bodies of these men. Prompt was maps, originally here.
Though her hands have never strayed lower than friendship, she knows exactly where to touch. Sam stirs underneath her, warm and sighing. There is a soft thud, and Josh falls onto the bed beside her. CJ hears Toby laughing.
“Playing a little rough there?” she asks him.
“No,” he answers, “Just rough enough. I’m sure Josh’ll tell you if he feels ill-used.”
“Sure, man,” Josh mutters, “Just as soon as I remember how to talk. Are we going to, maybe…?”
“No,” Sam says, definitely, tilting his head to kiss Josh’s questions away. CJ watches them for a moment - Sam’s hands slipping under Josh’s shirt and pushing it away down his arms, Josh propping both of them up to let them wriggle free of clothing without breaking the kiss. She’s starting to get the feeling they might have the advantage here.
It’s okay though - this isn’t her first dance either. “Oh, Toby,” she sings, pulling herself up and wrapping her arms around him. He grins against her mouth, and slides his fingers under the waistband of her slacks.
“Been a while,” he murmurs.
She smirks. “Still remember the steps?”
His hand dips into her panties and curls up, up, until she is wet and brushing laughing kisses onto his temple. She discards her pants and starts working on getting his fly open, smiling when he shifts against her, frustrated.
Toby whispers in her ear, looking meaningfully at the bed. “We’re being watched.”
True enough, Sam and Josh are looking up at them from their position, tangled in messed up sheets, as if they’re being neglected. CJ says, “Wanna show them how it’s done?” She pulls Toby down onto the bed before he can answer, squeezing in between Sam and Josh.
Sam looks at her over Toby’s shoulder - sweet smile - touching Toby like maybe he’d been waiting for this. He has one hand running down Toby’s chest, teasing swipes that reach lower every time. The other strokes down CJ’s shoulder, and then up into the ends of her hair, very gentle.
Josh’s fingers trace the path that Toby’s moved before, pushing the cotton down her legs and throwing it away from the bed. “Don’t need those,” he laughs, a little too pleased with himself, but his touches are measured and careful, and he watches her face to check how he’s doing. CJ obliges with smiles and gasps; he’s better at this part than she would have guessed but she isn’t surprised when he pulls her onto his lap.
Toby and Sam have turned around, because she knows it is Toby kissing the curve of her neck, and his blunt fingers drawing patterns on her back. His erection presses into her hip before he shifts and groans, and CJ can feel the brush of Sam’s hand pulling on Toby’s cock.
Josh reaches out to touch Sam, still watching her, but she can hear Sam’s quickening breath. CJ sits up higher, guiding Josh’s loose hand inside her again, ready now. He mouths the question at her - Sure? It’s easier just to slide onto him; the noise he makes is incredibly gratifying to her ego.
CJ’s going to be first, she can tell, with these three men, and they are good men, really, especially on a day like this. Sam is whispering, words she thinks she should be listening to, but all she can focus on is the sound, laid over Toby’s low groans, and Josh knowing just how hard to push. There’s no gasping of names, or please, and nothing like I love you. They are learnt and known already, as much a part of each other as anyone has ever been. This, she supposes, is the benefit of history.
Title: We could walk these paths blind
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing: CJ/Josh/Sam/Toby
Rating: R
Length: 618 words
Disclaimer: All belongs to Sorkin and Wells
Spoilers: None
Summary: She doesn't need maps for the bodies of these men. Prompt was maps, originally here.
Though her hands have never strayed lower than friendship, she knows exactly where to touch. Sam stirs underneath her, warm and sighing. There is a soft thud, and Josh falls onto the bed beside her. CJ hears Toby laughing.
“Playing a little rough there?” she asks him.
“No,” he answers, “Just rough enough. I’m sure Josh’ll tell you if he feels ill-used.”
“Sure, man,” Josh mutters, “Just as soon as I remember how to talk. Are we going to, maybe…?”
“No,” Sam says, definitely, tilting his head to kiss Josh’s questions away. CJ watches them for a moment - Sam’s hands slipping under Josh’s shirt and pushing it away down his arms, Josh propping both of them up to let them wriggle free of clothing without breaking the kiss. She’s starting to get the feeling they might have the advantage here.
It’s okay though - this isn’t her first dance either. “Oh, Toby,” she sings, pulling herself up and wrapping her arms around him. He grins against her mouth, and slides his fingers under the waistband of her slacks.
“Been a while,” he murmurs.
She smirks. “Still remember the steps?”
His hand dips into her panties and curls up, up, until she is wet and brushing laughing kisses onto his temple. She discards her pants and starts working on getting his fly open, smiling when he shifts against her, frustrated.
Toby whispers in her ear, looking meaningfully at the bed. “We’re being watched.”
True enough, Sam and Josh are looking up at them from their position, tangled in messed up sheets, as if they’re being neglected. CJ says, “Wanna show them how it’s done?” She pulls Toby down onto the bed before he can answer, squeezing in between Sam and Josh.
Sam looks at her over Toby’s shoulder - sweet smile - touching Toby like maybe he’d been waiting for this. He has one hand running down Toby’s chest, teasing swipes that reach lower every time. The other strokes down CJ’s shoulder, and then up into the ends of her hair, very gentle.
Josh’s fingers trace the path that Toby’s moved before, pushing the cotton down her legs and throwing it away from the bed. “Don’t need those,” he laughs, a little too pleased with himself, but his touches are measured and careful, and he watches her face to check how he’s doing. CJ obliges with smiles and gasps; he’s better at this part than she would have guessed but she isn’t surprised when he pulls her onto his lap.
Toby and Sam have turned around, because she knows it is Toby kissing the curve of her neck, and his blunt fingers drawing patterns on her back. His erection presses into her hip before he shifts and groans, and CJ can feel the brush of Sam’s hand pulling on Toby’s cock.
Josh reaches out to touch Sam, still watching her, but she can hear Sam’s quickening breath. CJ sits up higher, guiding Josh’s loose hand inside her again, ready now. He mouths the question at her - Sure? It’s easier just to slide onto him; the noise he makes is incredibly gratifying to her ego.
CJ’s going to be first, she can tell, with these three men, and they are good men, really, especially on a day like this. Sam is whispering, words she thinks she should be listening to, but all she can focus on is the sound, laid over Toby’s low groans, and Josh knowing just how hard to push. There’s no gasping of names, or please, and nothing like I love you. They are learnt and known already, as much a part of each other as anyone has ever been. This, she supposes, is the benefit of history.