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Title: Dioscorea
Author: Dafna G. (beruria@eskimo.com)
Website: http://www.geocities.com/beruriagreer/
Pairing: CJ/Toby/Josh/Sam
Rating: NC-17 (So, seriously, if you're under 17, please go elsewhere.)
First posted: Feb. 2001
Spoilers: "Shibboleth" (but not anything important)
Archive: Let me know first, please

Summary: It's Thanksgiving. CJ & the guys watch football. And then they
do other things.

Thanks to Reen, the line-edit goddess.




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"So, bring any food?" Toby asked, looking past CJ on his doorstep.

"Yes, Toby, there's two pounds of stuffing in my purse." 

Toby slouched against his door, looking both pitiful and strangely
attractive at the same time. "Well, then I'm not sure I can let you
in."

"I brought a bottle of scotch." CJ waived a green-colored box in his
direction. "The good stuff."

"Ah, I see you know the secret password," Toby said. "You may enter."

But he didn't move, so CJ was forced to duck under his arm to enter the
apartment.

"Where are Sam and Josh?"

"Out foraging for food. We got most of the way through the pre-game
show before realizing that all we had to eat was a big bag of Cheetos."

"Wow, I really picked the gourmet Thanksgiving."

"So, I was already too drunk to drive -- 'sides, it's my apartment, so
Sam and Josh went out to find food. Sam said something about fighting
crime, too, but I think that's just in case they meet any defenseless
butter churns."

CJ shed her winter-in-Washington outer layers on Toby's bed -- Sam and
Josh had evidently gone foraging without their winter coats, she
noticed, so she doubted they were completely sober either. She turned
around on Toby's last comment.

"Defenseless butter churns?"

Toby nodded. "Sam has a thing about pilgrim detectives -- he's thinking
of writing for Marvel Comics if this whole White House thing doesn't
work out."

"Well, it's good to have a backup plan." CJ noticed Toby was staring at
her. She'd been noticing that a lot lately, but this was a "you're in
my bedroom" stare and it was making her nervous.

"What?"

"I didn't know you wore red lingerie, Claudia Jean." Toby suddenly
seemed a lot less drunk than he had a minute ago.

"What?! Omigod -- turn around." And then, "Toby, I mean it," when he
didn't.

He turned around. CJ rebuttoned up the shirt that had somehow gotten
undone in the friction of her sweater and coat. Damn silk.

"It's OK, you can . . . I mean." Toby turned around. CJ tried to think
of something to say.

"I liked it better before," Toby said, not quite teasing. CJ still
couldn't think of anything to say. And then the front door slammed
open.

"We're back!" Sam serenaded.

"And we have food," Josh announced proudly, poking his head into the
bedroom. "Oh, good, CJ's here."

"And she brought Scotch," Toby said.

***************

Two hours later, there wasn't that much Scotch left. Or beer, or the
Albanian brandy that Josh found and made fun of before drinking three
glasses. 

Thanksgiving dinner was pretty much decimated too -- although since
Josh and Sam's idea of foraging was to raid the leftovers of the White
House Thanksgiving event it had been less a dinner than a sort of
kiddie food buffet.

"We should always have popcorn balls instead of salad," Sam said,
happily crunching away. "OK, Josh? Let's always have popcorn balls."

Josh was the only one still paying any attention to the football game,
so he patted Sam on the knee, but otherwise ignored the question.

CJ watched the two of them from the other end of the couch and wondered
if Sam was sober enough to notice that he'd assumed he and Josh would
always be spending their Thanksgivings together. Toby was sprawled out
in the chair opposite the couch, with his eyes half open, but she could
tell he'd caught it. She smiled at him, and he lifted his scotch glass
in salute.

She looked back at Josh. He was really very appealing when he loosened
up, she decided. His hair was all mussed up and it was sort of
endearing the way he was cheering on the Vikings even though he
apparently didn't know any of the players. 

"Why Minnesota?" she'd asked back in the first half, when there was
actually a chance that Minnesota might lose and Josh seemed very upset.

"It's not so much that I want Minnesota to win, as that I really,
really want Dallas to lose," Josh explained, as if that made perfect
sense.

"It's like rooting for whoever the Yankees are playing against," Sam
said.

"Hey!"

"Of course, *I* always root for the Yankees," Sam backpeddled in the
face of a scowling Toby. "I just mean, one hears things."

And now the game was over and Josh was doing a sort of victory dance in
front of the TV set. 

"Let's give them a military base, or something," he said. "Toby, does
Minnesota need a military base?"

"Only if you know something about Canada that I don't."

Josh dismissed Toby with a wave of his hand. "So we buy them a subway
or something. What's for dessert, anyway?" 

"Candy apples," Sam said. "And for our dessert wine . . ." his voice
trailed off. "All the Scotch is gone," he said sadly.

"I probably have some red wine around in the kitchen somewhere, Josh,"
Toby said. "As long as you're up . . ." He waved his glass in the air
meaningfully.

"OK, fine, I'll go," Josh said. "But only if CJ helps."

CJ stood, and then swayed a bit, and then stood again. 

"One foot in front of the other," Toby advised.

She glared at him. Josh came over to help her and she smiled
beatifically at him -- "See how nice Josh is, Toby? Josh isn't mean to
me, Josh loves me."

Sam started giggling.

"Josh knows how to treat a girl. Josh," CJ said, warming to her topic,
"would never think to put two big live turkeys in my office, not like
some people I know." She glared again at Toby.

"Um, actually," Josh said. 

"What Josh is trying to say," Toby said with glee, "is that it was just
as much as his idea as mine. And Sam's."

"Oh, Josh." CJ shook her head sadly at him. Which caused her to lose
her balance again, and she fell back on the couch, landing partly on
Sam. 

"Hey, it was Toby's idea to let them out of the cage," Josh said
defensively. 

"It was not."

"'Roam freely,' you said. 'As they were meant to do,' you said."

"Poor CJ," Sam said, crawling out from underneath her. "I love you, CJ.
I'd never put turkeys in your office."

"Hey!" Josh and Toby said simultaneously.

"OK, I would," Sam admitted. "But then I'd give you a really nice back
massage to make up for it." He began rubbing her back.

"Oh . . . um . . . god. -- OK, you're forgiven," CJ sighed. "Just keep
doing that."

"I don't see either of you trying to make it up to me," she said
pointedly to Toby and Josh.

"I'm fetching the candy apples," Josh said, walking in more or less a
straight line to the kitchen.

Toby said nothing, just sat opposite her, watching as Sam's hands
dipped beneath her hair to settle on her shoulders.

"I'm soooo sorry," Sam said, still apologizing. "But you left us all
alone with that big empty office." His tone was reproachful. "If you'd
stayed and played with us, we would've put the turkeys in Leo's office
instead." 

Toby snorted.

"I'm still not seeing any gestures of apology from you," CJ said.

Toby put his glass on the side table. "What, you don't think I can
match Sam and Josh if I wanted to?" 

"Never," Josh said on his way back from the kitchen. "We are the
acknowledged masters of sincere apology. You, on the other hand, just
yell a lot."

CJ smirked.

"OK, that does it." Toby scooted his chair forward. "Give me your
feet."

"Ooohhh, kinky."

"Shut up, Josh," CJ and Toby said at the same time.

CJ leaned back into Sam and plunked her feet on Toby's lap. He picked
up her left foot and began rubbing. CJ leaned even further back into
Sam and concentrated on the amazing sensations in her foot.

"Oh my . . . Toby, I'm seeing a whole new career for you."

"I'm seeing a whole new side to you, too, Claudia Jean." Toby smiled
and CJ realized that with her foot on his chest Toby had a view right
down her skirt. He dug into her foot hard with the heel of his hand.
She decided she didn't care that much.

"Hey, I'm still here," Josh said. "I'm man of the candied apple, the
candied apple I bringeth. Who wants one?"

"CJ, did you know your hair feels like silk curtains?" Sam began
rubbing the side of his head against her hair.

CJ felt sorry for Josh. "I'll take an apple."

She felt Toby's eyes on her as she reached for it. He dropped her foot
and picked up the other one, but just held it, no rubbing. She looked
him straight in the eye as she took the first bite of the apple. Toby 
groaned.

CJ took several more small bites of the apple, occasionally pausing to
say "harder, Sam" as he continued to rub her shoulders. Both Toby and
Josh had pretty much stopped what they were doing in order to watch her
eat the apple.

Sam pouted. "I want an apple."

"Here, finish mine off -- that's the problem with candied apples," CJ
said. "You can only eat about half before it starts to make you sick."
She watched as Sam eagerly devoured the other half of the apple.

She wiped her lips and chin with a swipe of her fingers. "Eww gross,
now I'm all sticky."

"Well, my hands are full," Toby said, beginning to rub her foot again. 

"I guess that makes me cleanup man," Josh said. He picked up her
fingers and began gently licking at them. CJ giggled and turned to
watch. He wasn't looking at her, she realized, but at Sam, sitting on
her other side.

Still staring at Sam, Josh sucked hard on CJ's index finger, his cheeks
hollowing out. 

Sam dropped the apple. "What about me?" He ran his tongue over his
lips. "I'm sticky too."

Josh dropped CJ's hand and she watched, dumbfounded, as he reached
across her and grasped Sam's neck with his left hand. Bracing himself
with his right hand on CJ's shoulder, Josh pulled Sam in and kissed
him. Hard.

"Omigod, omigod, omigod," CJ said, watching as the two men thrust their
tongues down each others' throats six inches from her face. Toby sped
up his foot massage. Her other foot squirmed in his lap and CJ realized
he was hard. She began doing some rubbing of her own. 

Josh withdrew slightly and begin tonguing his way around Sam's face,
lapping up little bits of stickiness.

"I thought we weren't going to do this anymore," Sam said, gasping for
breath. "I thought you said CJ would kill us."

Josh pulled further back and looked at CJ, who was flushed and
breathing rather hard herself.

"I don't think she minds." He grinned. "I think she kinda likes it." He 
stared at her chest. "Don't you?"

CJ's nipples hardened as Josh and Sam watched, transfixed.

"Look Josh, breasts." Sam said, as if they had just been invented. He
rubbed his head on her shirt. "Ooohhh, silk-covered breasts." He kept
rubbing and CJ's eyes shuttered. And then the damn shirt fell open
again. 

"Wow." CJ wasn't sure who said it, but she opened her eyes when she
realized that no one was touching her anymore. Josh, Sam and Toby just
sat there, staring at her. 

Josh cleared his throat. "Um, CJ, we don't really have to . . . I mean,
you haven't exactly said yes to anything."

"I haven't exactly said no, either, Joshua." CJ glared at them. Now
they were going to stop? 

"Do you really think I'm some blushing schoolgirl who's so freaked out
that I'm incapable of figuring out where this is going?" CJ leaned over
and put her hand on Josh's thigh. She kissed him lightly on the lips.
"I went to Berkeley, remember?"

Josh deepened the kiss, groaning into her mouth. Sam and Toby made
protesting noises.

CJ pulled back. "Right, where were we?"

"Silk-covered breasts," Sam said. He drew her back down toward him. He
parted her shirt and reached behind her to unsnap her bra. He pushed it
off her breasts and latched onto one of her nipples with his tongue. On
her other side, CJ felt Josh drawing back her arms to slip off the
shirt and bra.

"Toby, get her skirt." Josh ordered.

"Way ahead of you there, friend." 

Toby leaned further in, watching CJ arch into Sam's mouth. Toby ran his
hands up her thighs and eased her skirt, pantyhose and panties off
together. He sat back with them in his hand and watched as Josh joined
Sam at CJ's chest, nibbling on her other nipple. The two licked and
sucked in tandem, pausing every now and then for long droughts of each
other.

CJ poked him in the side with her feet. "I still don't see you matching
Josh and Sam." 

Toby smiled and his voice deepened. "Don't you go filling up on
appetizer, Claudia Jean. You want to have room for the main course."
And then he dove between her legs.

He bit into her inner thigh first, just enough to make her jump. Then
he began little licks up and down her labia, mimicking the two men at
her chest. 

CJ was in hell. Or heaven. Or something like that. She had three 
beautiful men nibbling at her body driving her out of her mind -- but
not quite far enough.

"Toby, I want . . . I need . . ."

"I know." He moved his mouth up and sucked at her clitoris. At the same
time he began fucking her with his fingers, driving them in and out in
time with the tongue rubbing at her clit.

"Oh god." CJ used her hands to wrench Josh and Sam apart and return
them to her ice-hard nipples. "Toby . . . " Josh and Sam began sucking
in earnest. "Josh . . . Sam . . . Oh god . . ." 

And then she came, almost blacking out with the sheer intensity of it.

When she next opened her eyes, Toby was still lapping her up, humming
to himself. He was still fully dressed, she realized with a start. 

Josh and Sam were making out next to them on the couch. Neither one had
any clothes on, and they seemed to be arguing about something in 
between the making out.

Sam pinned Josh to the couch. "Hah, I win."

"Win what?" asked Toby, standing up and stretching his back.

"First crack at this." Sam walked over to Toby and grabbed him by the
tie. Sam pulled him close and swallowed his mouth. "Hmm . . . CJ-scent
and Toby-scent, all in one delightful package." Sam kept kissing him,
shallower now, as Josh came up behind and started removing his clothes.

"Only you, Toby, could get drunk off your ass, make a woman come and
still be wearing your jacket," Josh said.

It was like watching a couple of piranhas strip a bigger fish, CJ
decided. As Toby stood, somewhat shell-shocked, Sam and Josh divested
him of his clothes in rapid fashion.

"You're not going to freak out on us, are you, big guy?" Josh breathed
into Toby's ear as Sam latched onto his nipple. 

"I'm not a blushing schoolgirl, either," Toby pointed out.

Sam stopped what he was doing and looked up at him hopefully. "Does
that mean you have lube?"



*************

Several hours later, a very exhausted CJ lay on her back in Toby's
king-size bed, trying to sleep. Toby did, as it turns out, have lube.
And, CJ thought, a fairly big pack of condoms for someone supposedly
still pining for his ex-wife.

CJ stared up at the ceiling, trying not to giggle at the sound of the
snores coming from around her. Toby and Sam had a backbeat going that
was both funny and comforting at the same time. It seemed more real 
somehow than a few hours ago, when she had sat on Sam's face and 
watched Josh drive into him over and over. Or when Toby had reached 
over and sucked on her tongue as he lazily jacked Sam off.

Or later, in the shower, when Toby had bent her over and pounded into 
her so long and hard she thought she really would pass out. Or at least
that Toby's knees would give out. Or the memory of the way Josh and Sam
came running at the sound of her shrieking, crowding into the tiny 
bathroom, and then stayed to watch, Sam making whimpering sounds as 
Josh sucked on his ear. 

CJ wasn't the only one still awake. 

"Does he always snore?" Josh asked.

CJ turned and looked at him with surprise. "Who, Toby? How should I 
know. This is the first time, I mean . . . "

"Really? 'Cause the way he looks at you, I thought for sure . . . "

"Nope."

They lay there for a minute, listening to Sam and Toby snore.

"I take it you and Sam, on the other hand . . ."

"Yeah. But not for a while, now. I mean, between the call girl and 
Lillienfield gunning for Leo -- it seemed like too much tempting fate. 
Plus, I really did think you'd kill us."

"Well, now you know I can be bribed." 

Josh snorted. "Is that what you call it?"

She giggled. "To bad Leo couldn't make it."

"Oh, god. Don't even joke about that." He rolled his eyes. "Unlike Sam,
I don't have a thing for my boss."

"Sam has a thing for Toby?"

"Well, it's a minor thing. It's more of an occasional fantasy. Y'know,
the kind of wild and crazy thing you whisper to your lover."

"And you don't whisper about Leo?"

"God no. He was one of my father's best friends. As far as I'm 
concerned he doesn't even have sex."

"That's too bad. He's awfully yummy."

"Well, you can do that taste test on your own."

"Are you kidding? The first lady would kill me."

"The first lady???"

"Well, the president wouldn't be too happy either, but it'd definitely 
be the first lady who came after me with a gun."

"The president???"

"Josh, are you seriously telling me that after working for them for 
three years . . . 

"Apparently so. Wow." 

They lay there in silence again.

"Are you sure?"

"When you asked Leo to come, Josh, what did he say?"

"I didn't really ask him. I asked if he was doing anything for 
Thanksgiving."

"And he said?"

"The First Family." 

CJ giggled.

"You think he meant that *literally*?"

"I'm just saying, it's past midnight. I doubt they're still talking 
about the history of the yam."

"Did you know that the Latin word for yam is dioscorea"?

"Go to sleep, Josh."



**end**