Disclaimer: I don't own The West Wing. This chapter is from Sam's POV. This pairing will probably require a Part 2.

Sam Seaborne and Joshua Lyman

Confessions

I felt a chill. Why did he ask that? Could he tell? Was I that obvious? I had no clue how to respond to this. Was I supposed to just get down on my knees and tell Josh that I wanted him and I didn't care about anyone else?

"Sam?" He gave me a confused look. "Did you hear me? I asked if you were after anyone in the West Wing. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Everything.

"Ella from Accounting is pretty easy on the eyes. What do you think?"

It was Wednesday night, which Josh and I agreed at the beginning of the President's term would be our "guy time". We usually just watched football together, but he had decided that this week, we would talk about girls. He couldn't have picked a worse week.

My whole life, I've had...well...gender-conflicted feelings. Don't get me wrong, I'm absolutely attracted to women, but my feelings towards guys have always been confusing. Lately, I had been developing some feelings towards Josh. It doesn't make sense. I've known him for years, why is this just happening now? Anyway, these feelings are like a damn virus, they keep getting stronger.

"She's alright; I'm just not much for Russian girls." I shrugged.

He gave me a weird look. "Ella's British. What's going on with you?"

I sighed. "I guess I'm kind of into someone who will never want me back."

"Who?"

"Well, that's the really rough part. It's a...it's guy."

"Really? Are you..."

"Gay? I'm not sure."

"Do I know him?"

I chuckled nervously. "You could say that."

"Does he work here?"

"Yup."

"Who is he, Sam? You can trust me."

"He's...you."

"What?" His voice was oddly gleeful.

"Why do you sound happy?"

"Well, I like a guy, too."

"Oh. Who?

"You." He reached out and kissed me. Gently at first, but it became passionate and desperate. We were sprawled out on his desk, grabbing at each other and moaning when we heard a gasp outside Josh's office.

I lifted my head and saw Leo. His jaw was almost reaching the ground.

He put his hands above his head and slowly backed away. "I saw nothing, I saw nothing..." I heard him quietly muttering.

I then realized that I was lying on Josh's desk, straddling him, with an open office door, in the White House. Something about it felt unprofessional.

I sprung to my feet. Josh was still lying on his desk, panting and blushing. I was doing the same.

"Sam Seaborne, I love you." He said, almost matter-of-factly.

"Joshua Lyman, I love you too. Now, to deal with the donkey in the room—we don't really do elephants around here—what the hell does this mean?"

Josh shrugged. "I have no clue."

"Do you want to discuss it over drinks?"

"Ah-kay."

"I'll just go tell the President we're leaving."

"Ah-kay."

"Don't move." I dashed out the door to the Oval office. I was absolutely walking on sunshine. Who gives a damn if our relationship makes no sense to either of us right now? We were happy. Plus, I had a date with the sweetest man in D.C.

Yipee!