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The Journey to Love: Love and Politics	By : sissouthernink1994 Category: S through Z > West Wing Views: 2272 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Full disclaimer below with more to follow for each chapter. This is a work of fiction. I don't own The West Wing- the building or the show. I don't know President and Mrs. Obama, I'm not getting paid for this.

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The comments in this chapter are in no way associated with or belong to Congressman Barney Frank (D-MA). They are solely the words of the writer of this work of fiction.

Chapter 5: Meeting Congressman Frank
                As Sam walked into Congressman Frank’s office he was greeted by his assistant, probably the one he spoke to on the phone. He looked around the office for some signs that showed that the congressional representative was gay. Nothing really pointed it out specifically. There were pamphlets for PLAG (Parents for Lesbians and Gays) and various other gay organizations. There were pamphlets for free HIV and AIDS testing. There also were travel pamphlets for the congressman’s beloved Massachusetts. There was a mixed company of magazines available. Nothing out of the ordinary, he thought.
                He was a little early, not by much though. He hated that he and Josh to leave a little earlier than they wanted to. A private, out of the way eatery was the perfect thing for them. They wanted to go out like other couples. Maybe them coming out publically wouldn’t be so bad. They wouldn’t have to hide.
“Mr. Seaborn, the congressman will see you now.”
“Thank you.” Mr. Frank met him as he walked in.
“Ah, Congressman Seaborn, very nice to meet you.” There was his recognizable lisp.
“You too as well, sir.”
“Please have a seat.” Sam sat in one of the armchairs in from of the desk. “What brings you here to my office? You’re not moving to Massachusetts are you?”
“Oh no, sir.”He laughed. “I was advised by someone to come and speak with you.” He looked a little suspiciously at Sam.
“By who?”
“Rahm Emanuel suggested I come and speak with you.”
“Ok, I’m all ears.” Sam took a breath and started.
“Well, I am thinking about running for the highest office in the land and I need a little advice.”
“I assume since you spoke with Rahm you have spoken with the President?”
“Yes, this morning.”
“Ok, how can I help?”
“One of the questions I asked the President this morning was if he thought America was ready for its first bisexual/gay presidential candidate.”
“Ah, now I see why Rahm sent you to me. So you are bisexual?”
“Yes sir, bisexual in a committed gay relationship.”
“May I ask whom with?”
“Joshua Lyman.” The congressman chuckled a bit.
“So it is true then.”
“What is true sir?”
“I’ve been hearing rumors about the two of you for years.”
“Really? Were there a lot them?”
“I’d say more than I heard about others. I heard a lot while Bartlet was campaigning.”
“If you have heard rumors, I wonder who else knew something back then. Or even now.”
“I don’t know. You know gay people have a totally different gossip system than straight people. There’s no telling where I heard it.”
“Sounds like coming out might be easier than I thought if so many people have already heard rumors.”
“Let’s start with your question first. I think America could be ready for anything. There are cycles and each cycle brings about a change. In the '60s, it was the Civil Rights Movement, Dr. King and voting rights for African-Americans. Today it’s Mr. Obama and equality for gay families and immigrants who want to be a part of this country. It’s possible. Are you thinking about 2012?”
“No, actually 2016. I think Mr. Obama will be elected again. I asked him this morning if he’d ever thought about mentoring someone to be president and he said he would think about it.”
“Tell me exactly what you said.”
“I asked if after I saw that the polls I ordered were favorable and he thought my fight was worth it, would he mentor me. He said he would consider it after looking at numbers and my platform and strategy.”
“I must say I’m impressed; you went for the highest bar. So if you will possibly have Mr. Obama on your side why do you need my advice?”
“Because he’s not gay. You’ve been elected term after term by your state and I know you were elected in the '80s before coming out of the closet. Afterwards, it seemed like you were unstoppable. What’s in your secret formula? I need to make it my own.”
“Honesty. It’s as simple as that. Don’t get me wrong; strategies, platforms and promises are a part of it. But all it really boils down to is people want honest and responsible politicians. They don’t want liars, although when you have to go back on campaign promises it seems like lying. People don’t want scandals; they take a politician’s focus away from the job.”
“Just being honest will get me elected?”
“Not just that but it’s the biggest asset. Think about how you felt finding out about Bartlet’s MS. Did you feel lied to?” Sam thought.
“Yes and no. Sometimes you don’t volunteer information but if asked you will answer it. That was my struggle. He didn’t volunteer to tell it and since he was never asked that specifically, he never had to answer. He didn’t lie about it because no one ever asked him about it.”
“Suppose it was you and your sexual preference? If you’re not planning to run for the office until 2016 then you will make another run in the California congress?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, what if it happens at your next debate? A reporter asks a question about a rumor that you are bisexual. Do you answer to dispel the rumor so the truth is known or do you volunteer and give up the information before the question is even asked?” Sam had never really thought about it like that.
“If asked, I would tell the truth.”
“And before?”
“I guess it would seem less embarrassing if I came out and told. Then I could make sure the announcement was exactly what I wanted.”
“Exactly. Think about some of the sex scandals that have come about in the past few years. Airport bathrooms in Minnesota, pastors with male lovers on the side. If the people know up front, that you are bisexual/in a committed gay relationship, that’s one less thing they have to worry about. If they should happen to see you and Joshua out holding hands, it wouldn’t be scandalous because they would already know.”
“How much opposition did you feel after coming out?”
“Oh, I was sure they weren’t going to elect me ever again. I was wrong. The after polls showed that while my sexuality could have been a concern, the work that I had done spoke for me. They clearly saw that who I slept with didn’t affect my work.”
“But like the President said, Massachusetts is just one state out of fifty. How do I get the U.S. as a whole to pay attention to me?”
“You just do. You being bisexual and in a committed relationship will certainly grab their attention. It’s up to you to find a way to keep it.”Sam thought about it and nodded that he understood.
“So how do your after polls break down?”
“You mean in terms of gays voters versus straight?” Sam nodded. “I wish I could say it was spilt down the middle. But in the end, I still have more heterosexual voters. I know the number of my gay voters has risen. The numbers are how I know that it’s not about me being gay. Now if I were in an unstable, dramatic and troublesome relationship and the public knew about it, I think my numbers and voters would drop.”
“So a great relationship is good focus?”
“Absolutely. And it’s not just gay couples. If some of the straight men I have worked with would just focus on home, they would have avoided scandal.”
“When you do your polls, do you always ask about sexuality?”
“Not so much, because it’s just one state. You on the other hand, will have to because it includes all fifty. Do you have any polls set up?”
“Joey Lucas’s firm is going to run them for me. I gave her eight questions and told her she could add whatever she felt necessary.”
“I could run some separate polls for you, free of charge.”
“Free?”
“I’m actually kind of interested in what people would say about possibly having a gay president.”
“Wow, thank you sir. I never expected that. How will you make sure you don’t poll the same people?”
“Send me the same questions you sent her.” He handed Sam a business card. “I’ll make sure that one of the questions we ask will be about answering questions from her firm.”
“Good. I’d hate to have both of you polling the same people and we’re all thinking the numbers are better than they are.”
“Have you and Joshua chosen how to come out yet?”
“Not yet. We’re out to friends and family. I received a letter from the Advocate about a week ago and Josh received one from Out. I wanted to wait and see what the numbers looked like before we chose how. He doesn’t know about any of this yet. Our anniversary is next weekend and I plan to tell him then.”
“How long have you been together?”
“Twelve years.”
“Have you considered marriage or a civil union?”
“Not yet. But we will next weekend; we’ll have to if I plan on running.”
“I would say come out in the Advocate first. It’s a true facts type of magazine. And they will present you, as you want to be presented. I enjoyed the interview I had, of course we’re talking over twenty years ago. I can’t imagine that the hospitality of the magazine has gone out of the window.”
“And Out?”
“If they really want the exclusive, see if each magazine will be willing to publish the cover stories at the same time. The Advocate can focus more on you and Out on Joshua, since that’s how the letters were sent.”
“Sounds like a great idea. And if they don’t go for it?”
“I’d still do the Advocate first.” Sam nodded that he understood. “It might play better of you’re engaged, have plans for marriage or are already married. People will begin to view you as a family instead of just a gay politician.”
“Good point.” Sam replied.
“Any other questions?”
“Without numbers, what do you really think my chances are?”
“I think you have a great chance. If President Obama decides to mentor you, if he sees what you see, you’re in. You’re both wordsmiths; you have a way of crafting them to show the naked truth.”
“Thank you very much for the encouragement. This helps so much. I mean I have six years to prepare but I think I’ll have enough time for everything.”
“You think you have six years. I would start building your funds now. It’s going to take a lot of convincing commercials, fliers and pamphlets. You’ll probably want a lot of polls run, internet advertising. But you have my full support, whether the President decides to mentor you or not.”
“Thank you so much Congressman Frank. You have no idea how much that means to me.” Sam stood and shook his hand.
                Sam was feeling pretty good about this day. Things were coming into play. He had been in two good encouraging advisory meetings. He had actually gotten most of his speech written and he got to spend a little time with his love. He looked at his watch and saw that he had a few hours to kill. I could go shopping for Josh or I could grab him and we go home for a little bit. Hmmm, decisions, decisions. Sam was thinking when his phone rang. It was Josh.
“Hey where are you right now?”
“In a cab headed back to your office. Why?”
“Take it to the house instead and I’ll meet you there with your stuff.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
“I finagled my schedule a little and found some playtime for us.”Sam could hear Josh smiling through the phone. “So I will see you at the house? You have your keys in case you get there first?”

“Yes I have them. And I will see you there.” Sam hung up and gave the driver the address to the house. I love it when we get unexpected playtime!

                While riding in the cab, Sam’s thoughts went back to lunch. Josh was right about two things. One, it was definitely an old school Italian place, complete with a romantic violinist. Two, the love shared between Salvatore and Raphael was priceless. The waitress sat them at a table and placed menus in front of them. Sam looked around to see all types of Italian artwork on the walls. The atmosphere was light and lovely. Just right for a romantic meal. He also noticed Sal walking up behind Rapha and pinching his behind. Rapha turned to scold him but Sal kissed him before he could. Josh and Sam laughed as Sal’s cheeks turned red as the marinara. Rapha walked from table to table, singing along with the violinist, smiling every chance he got. He smile got even bigger as he approached their table.
“Ah, Joshua, Ciao amico. And this, this is your fella, si?”
“Yes. Rapha, this is Sam Seaborn. Sam this is Raphael Verdi.”
“Buongiorno (hello) Sam.”
“Nice to meet you Raphael.”He said shaking his hand.
“Per favore (please) call me Rapha. Everybody does. Sal, Sali, Vieni qui e incontrare qualcuno (come here and meet someone).” Sal had been wrapping tableware in cloth napkins at a table near the kitchen. He came over to the table. “Sali, this is Joshua’s fella Sam. Sam this is my husband Salvatore.”
“Benvenuti (welcome). Nice to meet you Sam. I’m glad to see that Josh has someone to hold hands with, si?”
“Yes.” Josh smiled at Sam.
“You have been together twelve years, si?”
“Yes, our anniversary is next week. Josh will be coming to California to celebrate next week.”
“Fantastico! (Great!) Before you leave, give me your address, we send something special in the mail, ok?”
“Ok.” Sam said, wondering what they would send.
“What would you like to order?” Rapha asked. Before they could say anything Sal spoke.
“How about Pasto speciale amante del (Lover’s Special Meal)? You will enjoy it.” Sal said. “I make it myself.”
“Ah, Molto Bene (very good).”
“Sure, why not.” Josh said. “No wine though; we have to go back to work.” Sal nodded and had the waitress bring two glasses of lemonade. He smiled and went off to the kitchen; Rapha followed while the waitress took their menus. A few minutes later Rapha returned with a large salad bowl and two salad plates for them.
“Mange! (Eat up!)” He said.
“Thank you.” Rapha smiled at them and left to attend to other customers. “We’re gonna have to learn Italian if we eat here a lot.” Sam suggested.
“Probably so.” They began eating the salad. About fifteen minutes later Sal exited the kitchen with a large bowl that he set down in front of them. The smell was heavenly! The bowl was filled with linguini covered in a light green sauce with pieces of shrimp, chicken and sausage tossed in it.
“Whoa…” Sam said.
“This looks too good to eat.” Josh said.
“Pasto speciale amante del.” Sal said.
“Thank you.” The said simultaneously. He bowed, smiling and when back to his task. Rapha glanced at the two and smiled. He went over to Sal and kissed him passionately, as if he was thanking him for something.
“See, I told you. They’re too cute.” Josh said.
“I see that now.” Sam looked at their lunch. “I feel like we should be re-enacting ‘Lady and the Tramp’ with all this pasta.” They laughed.
“Yea, except we don’t have meatballs.” Just then the violinist started to play “That’s Amore” the song from that scene in the movie. They laughed at the coincidence. “It could only happen to us.”
“Maybe we should, you know, see if we can recreate it.”
“You serious?”
“Sure, why not?” Sam asked. So they tried. It took them each four twirls of pasta before they had a ribbon that was connected to both forks. Sam took a shocked breath. “I don’t believe it!”
“Wait, don’t move your fork yet; can you see which one it is?”Sam looked carefully.
“I think so.”
“Ok, let’s try not to break it. Ready? On the count of three.” Josh counted to three and they each ate their forkful of pasta, taking care not to break the one piece on both forks. Finally, the said piece was in both of their mouths. Their heads moved closer and closer until they ate their way to the middle and kissed. Neither could hold in their laugh at themselves and or the situation. There was also applause from Sal and Rapha who had been looking at them.
“I’m so glad I moved my day around so we could have a moment like this.” Josh said.
“Me too.” Sam said, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend again.
They finished their lunch, holding hands and making plans for the next week.
“I’ve got Friday night and Saturday morning covered. So anything else is up to you.” Sam said.
“What’s Friday night?”
“Something special. You’ll just have to wait and see.” Sam teased.
“Boy, we sure have a lot of wait and sees for next weekend.”
“Surprises are good though. I don’t think we do them enough.”
“Probably because we don’t take suspense too well. I’m dying to know what your meetings are about today.”
“And I’m dying to know what’s in this package you’re sending me.”
“And I think we both want to know what Sal and Rapha have up their sleeve.”
“I’m gonna have them send it to the office, so I don’t miss it.”
“Good idea. You ready to head back so we can make our meetings?”
“I guess.” Sam said with disappointment in his voice. His didn’t know how much time they would have together after their meetings. His flight was supposed to leave at 7:30. He figured his meeting with Congressman Frank wouldn’t last longer than an hour, but there was no telling about Josh’s meetings.

“I know. But look at the bright side…we got to spend some time together and we only have six days until we see each other again.” Sam knew he was right; it didn’t make the pending departure any easier. Before leaving, he made sure the Sal and Rapha had his office address so they could send whatever the surprise was.

                The cab driver pulled up in front of the townhouse, Sam paid him and proceeded up the stairs. He had beat Josh there or else he would have been watching for the cab and opened the door for him. He used his keys and entered his other home. He hadn’t been there since Thanksgiving when they all had dinner together. He had planned to spend one night there when they left Josh’s mom in Florida but there was an emergency regarding his office and he had to take the long six-hour-turned eight-hour flight straight from Florida to California.
He hung up his coat and suit jacket on the coat rack by the front door. He called out Josh’s name just in case he was in the bath or bedroom. He did take a few minutes to relieve himself and went to Josh’s stereo system to see what in the player. His MP3 player was hooked up to it. He finally learned how to do it, Sam thought. He scrolled through it to see what he had downloaded. There was a lot of jazz, some old school R&B, some 80s music. He selected a jazz playlist and it began to play as he heard keys jingling in the kitchen.
“Sam?” he heard Josh call.
“In the living room babe.” He called back. Josh came in the room with a smile on his face.
“So what did you finagle on your schedule to get us some playtime?”
“Well,” Josh said, placing Sam’s items in the armchair. “I asked Pointer if he wanted to take the meetings I was going to. The committees really wanted to deal with him today anyway and not me. And he agreed. I wish everything in his office was that easy.” He leaned closer to Sam and kissed him. “I take it your other meeting went well?”
“Yes, very well.”
“Well, I think I deserve a little clue since I got us some playtime today.”Josh said, loosening Sam’s tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. “What do you say?” Josh began nipping at his now open neck. Just then, Sam’s phone rang.
“I say, hold that thought.” He said as he answered. Josh gave him an evil grin. “Congressman Seaborn?”
“Hey Sam its Ginger. I’m sorry to interrupt you.”
“You weren’t interrupting me, yet.” Josh licked Sam’s earlobe and Sam closed his eyes and tried not to let Ginger hear his moan.
“Good. Tell Josh I said ‘hi’ and this won’t take long.”
“Ginger says ‘hi’ and she promises it won’t take long.”
“Ok. Wait how did she know I was standing next to you?”
“Sam don’t bother asking, I heard you try to suppress the moan.” Sam chuckled. “Look, the airline called and they have lost power at their headquarters and their mainframe has been attacked. They have seventy-five airports that don’t have flight info right now. They are estimating six-eight hour delays. They managed to reschedule your flight with another airline but it will leave at 9:15 instead of 7:30.”
“Wow, that’s a lot of airports. So I’ll leave at 9:15?”
“Yes. You were a lucky one. Most of the flights won’t be rescheduled until after midnight. I’ve already sent the information to your e-mail. Make sure you print it out before you leave Josh’s so you can check in. Carl will be there to pick you up when the flight gets in. I’m sure you can keep yourself occupied until your flight.”
“Already am. Leave a message if anything else changes.”
“Will do.” He hung the phone.
“What’s going on?”Josh said, tugging on Sam’s ear with his lips.
“Mmm…My airline has a mainframe problem and they…mmm… rescheduled my flight with someone else but it doesn’t leave until 9:15.”
“Oh, extra playtime.” They both nodded as they kissed this one more sensual and yearning. “What do you say to leaving our phones in here and we go somewhere else?” Sam took both of his phone clips off and tossed them on the couch. Josh tossed his phones and suit jacket near them. Sam untied Josh’s tie and untucked his shirt. He began to unbutton it, nipping at his neck, making his lover moan.
                Josh could feel Sam’s warm hands slowly easing up his back underneath his t-shirt. He carefully untucked Sam’s shirt, since it was one of the ones he loved to see Sam in and unbutton from the bottom up. Sam started towards the hallway to the bedroom. He had walked this hall so much, backwards most of the time and kissing. This time was no different. He walked backwards until he felt the bed at the back of his knees. He sat down, kicked off his shoes while Josh was climbing on top of him.
                As he did this, he purposely brushed his hand up Sam’s crotch to feel the hardening member. He caressed it through Sam’s trousers, eliciting deep moans from him.
“Mmm…Josh…” He moaned. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.” He looked into Sam’s eyes. “Tell me what you want baby.”
“I wanna feel your lips…”Josh kissed him, knowing full well that was not what he meant. But before he could complain, Josh asked him for his clue.
“You wanna tell me who your meeting was with this afternoon?” His finger brushed the tip of Sam’s penis, making him arch his back.
“Uhnnn…Con…Congressman Ba…Barney Frank.”Josh thought, If I keep going I might be able to find out everything. He paused.
“You know, there are certain things I could do or not do and find out everything I want to know.” Sam opened one eye to look at Josh. “But I’m going to be a good boy and wait. I earned my clue and that’s all I’m going to take.” He unbuckled and unzipped Sam’s pants, pulled them down past his hips, letting them fall to the floor. He nuzzled his nose against the member straining against the material of his briefs. Blue, just like his shirt.
“I love it when your shirt and shorts match.” He murmured into Sam’s stomach.
“…mmm...suck me hard…” He whispered as Josh released the hard cock from the underwear; it seemed to spring up. He gently ran his tongue over the leaking tip. As much as he tried not to, Sam couldn’t stop the bucking of his hips. Josh smiled; he loved to make him squirm. He slowly licked the underside from the base of Sam’s penis to just under the tip and flicked his tongue. Josh rimmed the tip with his tongue, tasting Sam’s essence rendering him breathless.
                Josh reached up and kissed his lover’s lips, enjoying the taste. Sam pushed Josh’s shirt from his shoulders and proceeded to unbuckle his belt.
“We’ve got on too much clothing.” Sam panted. He sat up and threw his shirt away from them, not holding the same regard for it as Josh. Josh ridded both of them of their undershirts and then stood to drop his pants and boxers. Sam immediately began kissing Josh’s stomach, working his way down. Finding what he desired, he cupped Josh’s buttocks and slid the semi-erect cock into his mouth. Josh’s hands cupped the back of Sam’s head, as he began grinding his hips towards his face.
“Damn… you and your talented tongue.”Sam continued until Josh was almost at the edge. Reluctantly Josh pulled away. “I thought I was supposed to be doing this to you.” He said kissing Sam, tasting himself on his lover’s lips.
“Just thought I’d give a little something extra for getting us some playtime.” He smiled seductively. Then he slid back further onto the bed, spreading his legs presenting his love with two awesome options for pleasure. Josh grinned and grabbed protection and lubricant from the nightstand. Josh immediately went back to his first request from Sam, sucking his cock. Josh coated a few fingers with lube and began circling his hole. He paused sucking long enough to slide in the middle finger. Sam hissed at the intrusion but quickly welcomed it, moaning. Two fingers were soon in and after the third, Sam was trying his best to hold on and wait for Josh to come inside him.
“Three months left you pretty tight.” Josh commented. “Let me see if I can loosen you up a bit.” They kissed with desire-swollen lips and Josh rolled the condom into his extreme hardness. He spread a little more lube on himself. Sam’s legs were on either side of Josh’s and he was spread wide. Josh steadied Sam’s hips and slowly entered. “Oh my god.” He whispered, closing his eyes as the sweet heat and tightness surrounded his cock. The pain caused Sam to curse, something he rarely did during sex.
“Uhh...shit…”Sam winced. Josh had to smile a bit at that word leaving Sam’s mouth.
“Relax, baby.” Josh cooed. Sam was too excited and that was the only time first entry was ever that painful for him. “Calm down, we have a little time.” He waited until he could feel Sam’s muscles relax a little. “That’s it baby, relax and let me take care of you.” Josh whispered into his ear. He started with the slow stroke that Sam loved but was surprised when he heard the following words…
“Faster, Josh…mmmm….faster…” Shocked lifted his eyebrows but he couldn’t deny his Sweet Sam anything so he sped up, bringing himself closer to his climax. “Harder…fuck harder… (panting)…harder…” Josh complied, trying to hold back a little to see what was going on with Sam. He never was like this. He could feel Sam’s fingers grabbing at his shoulders as if to make Josh thrust inside of him more.
                Between the moments of pleasure, Josh wondered What has gotten into Sam?
“Josh…fuck me…” he cried “harder…god...harder…fuck me…ohhh…”Josh was trying his best to bring Sam to the breaking point by matching the cock stroking with his thrusts. He pulled completely out and entered as hard as he possibly could. His orgasm couldn’t wait any longer and he began to feel the heat in his lower back.
“Sam…baby can’t hold on much longer…come for me baby…” He coaxed, stroking and thrusting. He ran his finger across the slit and Sam shuddered. He stroked him again twice and ran continuously stroked the slit with his thumb. Sam’s sexy body began to jerk and climax, tightening his inside muscles. Josh threw his head back at the pleasure surging through his body, crying out Sam’s name. Sam dug his nails into Josh’s hips as he felt himself burn with bliss, trying to call out Josh’s name. His mind thought it, he called it in his heart, but it came out as breathless moans and incoherency. He felt like he was a spinning ball of fire. All he could see was a white blank and everything sounded like he was in a vacuum with a roaring plane engine.
                The last surge finally went through Josh and he had to catch himself by his arms so he wouldn’t fall right onto Sam. Sweat dripping from his face burned his eyes a little, as he opened them to see the beautiful blues that had tried to call his name. Sam was sweaty, limp and quiet. The left arm was to the side and the right just slid off Josh’s back from the sweat. His eyes, closed and he seemed still. Too still.
“Sam?” He received no response. “Sam?” He patted his love’s cheek, trying to get his attention. No change. Josh trying not to panic, reached to feel for a pulse and was greatly relieved when he felt it. “Come on babe, open your eyes for me.” Josh coaxed. The lids remained shut, holding the beautiful blues hostage. Knowledge came rushing back to Josh’s mind as his blood returned itself to the thinking head. Josh had heard of this phenomenon, but had never experienced it. And never with Sam. “Oh my god. Passing out from passion. He literally passed out.”
He checked the pulse again and it began to right itself. Now, he just had to wait for Sam to wake up. He slowly pulled out of Sam’s entrance. After checking for blood, he steadied his legs and walked to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean off his Sweet Sam. He wiped off both of their torsos, both cock’s and Sam’s entrance. This new lube made quite a mess. He discarded the cloth in the hamper then set the alarm to wake them up in time to make Sam’s flight. Josh lay down next to Sam, trying to get him to open his eyes.
“Sam, Sam…” he said into his ear. “It’s time to wake up babe. Can you hear me?” He shook him a little, just as if he was waking him up in the morning after the alarm going off. Sam made a barely audible sigh and moved his lips. It sounded like he was saying Josh’s name.
“Josh?”
“I’m here Sam. Can you open your eyes for me hun?” Josh could see his eyelashes fluttering and his eyes slowly opened. Sam immediately tried to sit up. “Wait, wait, not too fast Sam.” Josh gently pushed him back down on the bed. Confusion was all over Sam’s face as he looked around. “Do you know where you are?” Josh asked.
“In our D.C. bedroom. What happened?” He asked groggily. Josh chuckled a bit.
“Twelve years we’ve been together and this is the first time this has ever happened.” Sam blinked trying to understand. “You passed out.”
“From making love?”
“Yes, it’s called passing out from passion. The emotions and physical feelings are so great the body and mind can’t handle it.”
“How long was I out?”
“I don’t know, not quite 10 minutes.” Sam’s eyes were big with shock at the number. “What do you last remember?” Sam thought.
“I remember asking you to fuck me harder, which I never do…”
“True. Anything else?”
“Trying to say your name and everything went blank.”He shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I passed out. That’s never happened to me. Ever.”
“Me either. Just lay here a bit and let the blood go back to your brain. We have plenty of time before I have to take you to the airport.”
“Time to make love again?” Sam asked smiling, hoping.
“Uh, we’ll see.” Josh replied, kissing Sam’s forehead. He pulled the blanket from the foot of the bed and covered them, wrapping his arms around his love. Sam looked at Josh and kissed him passionately.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Josh replied. They were quiet for a few minutes, listening to the playlist Sam selected as it played through the extended stereo speakers.
“You think Sal and Rapha have moments like this?” Sam asked.
“What cuddling? I’m sure they do.”
“No, I mean passing out.” Josh laughed.
“Maybe when they have make-up sex. I bet their relationship is amazing though. With or without sex.”
“You know, I was thinking that we should take a vacation. Go somewhere we’ve never been. We don’t get to take as much time off as we want or should.”
“True. I think it takes a toll on us.” Josh said. He was quietly thinking about Sam’s passing out. Suppose he passed out because he missed me, missed us so much? I’ve got to find away for us to be together more often. Or together all the time. He gently brushed a few strands of Sam’s hair from his forehead. “If we could go somewhere, at anytime, where would you want to go?”
“After meeting Sal and Rapha, I think Italy would be awesome.”
“Any city in particular?”
“Nah, start at the top of boot and go down.”
“No place in particular?”
Well, I guess we’d have to hit the tourist places: Rome, Milan, Pisa, Venice. I’d like to go to Florence and Parma.”
“Parma?”
“Yeah, you know to see where the cheese and the prosciutto are made. You?”
“I’d like to see Sicily. Naples maybe.”
“See, we'll have to go from top to bottom. Think two weeks would do it?”
“Maybe. Maybe longer.”
“Where are they from?”
“Tuscany I think.” Josh replied.
“Maybe we can go with them when they plan to go back for a visit.”
“That would be a nice trip. How much trouble could four gay guys get into in Italy?”
“Not just four gay guys, two sets of lovers.” Sam said. “Can you imagine the cooking lessons they could give us?”
“Now that would be awesome. We should check into it and see what they think.”
“Oh, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind. I could see them encouraging us to be alone every chance they got.”
“And the downside would be?” Josh asked chuckling. “They just want to be as happy as they are.”
“Are we? Are we as happy as they are?”
“I would say yes.”
“Me too. Just wish there wasn’t such distance in miles and time between us.” Sam said looking at Josh, sighing. He was working on a way for them to be together. It was going to take a while, but he was working on it. Josh pulled him closer, kissing him.
“I know baby.”
Sam placed his head on Josh’s chest and listened to his heartbeat. Josh’s gentle breathing combined with the music lulled Sam to sleep. Josh could hear Sam’s breathing even out. He relaxed a little knowing that his love was next to him for a little bit.
Truth be told I miss this the most. Not just the post lovemaking cuddling, but cuddling in general. I miss waking up next to him in the morning or comforting him in the middle of the night, when Sam has so much on his mind that he can’t sleep.
                I miss kisses and showers together. Sharing everything, anything. Sure, we talk on the phone just about all day, but nothing compares to sitting next to him and talking, watching those beautiful blues change with his mood. I love this political life I have in D.C. I ran three presidential elections; I was the White House Chief of Staff. I was Deputy of the White House Chief of Staff. I’m a Congressional Chief of Staff. But above all that, I’ve met and fallen in love with the most incredible man, my best friend. And I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I’d give it all up to be with him. All of it. He wouldn’t even have to ask.
He glanced at his sleeping Sweet Sam.
I can’t imagine my life without him. I need him; we need each other. They say great relationships can’t exist without sacrifices being made. I think we’ve sacrificed enough. Four years is enough. We need to be together.

At that moment, Joshua Lyman made a mental note to start looking for suitable jobs in Santa Ana, California.

A/N: I got the Italian words from Bing translator. I think it gave me the correct phrasing and order of words. If you speak Italian and it’s not correct please PM or e-mail me ASAP me the correct phrases and I will change them. I put all of the foreign words in italics. It’s a habit I kept from being a music major. When taking notes or writing a paper, I always wrote my foreign terms in lowercase so I could remember to put them in italics when I typed it out.
Sorry it was so long, but I had to get it out. The next few (maybe four) chapters will be flashbacks of how their romantic relationship started after Josh came to see Sam in New York a second time. Pre-warning, they will probably be long ones too. Thanks for reading and please review if you can. It’s instant encouragement.
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