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Title: Snowed In
Pairing: Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard
Rating: PG-13
Written for heffermonkey, for the prompt snowed in. Yes, I got creative with the name, as you can see.
Day One
"You sure about this?" Cam checks the weather on his phone as they drive. He thumbs over the button to refresh the image. Every time he does it, it takes longer and longer to reload. He watches his phone lose another bar of signal and again wonders at the wisdom of making this trip. "Looks like blizzard conditions to me."
"Come on now, Mitchell, where's your sense of adventure?" John gives him that sideways grin and Cam has a million comebacks to that - adventure is his day job, he'd prefer to not worry about his life for just one holiday this year - but when he sees that grin all he can do is smile back.
Man, he's downright pathetic when it comes to his boyfriend.
Day Two
"it'll clear up in the morning." John is still unconcerned. He's stretched out on the couch. "When the sun hits it."
"Uh huh," Cam says.
The cabin is toasty warm inside, fire and the heat both blasting. John's got thick woolen socks on, no gel in his hair, and a day's worth of scruff. He looks like a hobo wandered in from a snowstorm and currently he's directing a very petulant look toward Cam, who has been glued to the window watching the snow accumulate for the past hour.
Sighing, John gets up from the couch. He looks down in a forlorn way at the Sheppard shaped indent, and then walks over to Cam. He stands close, shoulder's touching. Cam looks over at him. "Morning, huh?" He says, making his doubt obvious.
"Cameron," John's voice is just testy enough to make Cam feel bad. "You really want to spend our down time talking about the weather?"
Cam looks at John - tired look in his eyes, the faint scar along his jawbone, the utter mess of his hair - and his expression softens further. "Naw. Guess that's not really what we're here for, is it?"
John gives him a faint smile and reaches down, tugging on Cam's hand. "So let's go do what we came to do."
Day Three
Cam lets it go for the night but, come morning it's not even close to clearing up. They're supposed to leave in 24 hours, back to the base and back to their lives.
By seven pm that night, Cam's surreptitiously checking the cabinets to make sure they have enough supplies for an extended stay.
Day Four
The base isn't exactly thrilled to get the call, but there's nothing catastrophic happening that needs Cam's attention and John still has another week of leave, anyway.
The plan had been for John to visit some old friends, but he doesn't seem too bothered by the disruption. There's nothing on earth so compelling to him that isn't in this room already.
Day Five
The power goes out.
They have a generator but they keep the energy expenditures low to avoid taxing it. The fireplace roars but it doesn't heat the entire cabin as well as the luxuries of technology would.
Cam and John sit close under a thick blanket. They're talking, sort of, now and then, when one of them thinks of something to say, but mostly they just share space. Cam turns his face and his lips brush John's hairline in a shadow of a kiss. John looks up and smiles and Cam feels flush despite the freezing temperatures.
They kiss, warm and wet, and it turns into something else, bodies stretched against each other, stroking and breathing hard and crying out with harsh vocalizations of their pleasure. They stay firmly under the blanket, the humidity between them causing sweat to slick their bodies until there's something more between them, and then slump against each other in exhaustion.
"Not it," John says, almost immediately.
"What?" Cam's brain is working quite quickly enough.
"I called not it." John shifts to the side, claiming half of the pillow. "You have to go get something to wipe up with."
Cam groans, mumbles, and complains all the way to the bathroom and back.
Day Six
The snow finally stops.
For a few hours, and then it starts again.
Day Seven
Cam's really glad he'd put on clothes.
He's going to the kitchen to grab a couple of breakfast MREs - just what they'd wanted to spend their vacation eating - when he feels a strange tingle. He's reaching for a weapon he doesn't have on him before the Asgard beam even finishes.
"Colonel," Landry says, not looking apologetic in the least. "Sorry, but your presence was needed."
"Yes, sir," Cam says, respectful even when inwardly he's cursing. He thinks longingly of the big comfy bed, and John in it.
Shit.
John.
He's gonna have to think of something good to make up for this.
Pairing: Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard
Rating: PG-13
Written for heffermonkey, for the prompt snowed in. Yes, I got creative with the name, as you can see.
Day One
"You sure about this?" Cam checks the weather on his phone as they drive. He thumbs over the button to refresh the image. Every time he does it, it takes longer and longer to reload. He watches his phone lose another bar of signal and again wonders at the wisdom of making this trip. "Looks like blizzard conditions to me."
"Come on now, Mitchell, where's your sense of adventure?" John gives him that sideways grin and Cam has a million comebacks to that - adventure is his day job, he'd prefer to not worry about his life for just one holiday this year - but when he sees that grin all he can do is smile back.
Man, he's downright pathetic when it comes to his boyfriend.
Day Two
"it'll clear up in the morning." John is still unconcerned. He's stretched out on the couch. "When the sun hits it."
"Uh huh," Cam says.
The cabin is toasty warm inside, fire and the heat both blasting. John's got thick woolen socks on, no gel in his hair, and a day's worth of scruff. He looks like a hobo wandered in from a snowstorm and currently he's directing a very petulant look toward Cam, who has been glued to the window watching the snow accumulate for the past hour.
Sighing, John gets up from the couch. He looks down in a forlorn way at the Sheppard shaped indent, and then walks over to Cam. He stands close, shoulder's touching. Cam looks over at him. "Morning, huh?" He says, making his doubt obvious.
"Cameron," John's voice is just testy enough to make Cam feel bad. "You really want to spend our down time talking about the weather?"
Cam looks at John - tired look in his eyes, the faint scar along his jawbone, the utter mess of his hair - and his expression softens further. "Naw. Guess that's not really what we're here for, is it?"
John gives him a faint smile and reaches down, tugging on Cam's hand. "So let's go do what we came to do."
Day Three
Cam lets it go for the night but, come morning it's not even close to clearing up. They're supposed to leave in 24 hours, back to the base and back to their lives.
By seven pm that night, Cam's surreptitiously checking the cabinets to make sure they have enough supplies for an extended stay.
Day Four
The base isn't exactly thrilled to get the call, but there's nothing catastrophic happening that needs Cam's attention and John still has another week of leave, anyway.
The plan had been for John to visit some old friends, but he doesn't seem too bothered by the disruption. There's nothing on earth so compelling to him that isn't in this room already.
Day Five
The power goes out.
They have a generator but they keep the energy expenditures low to avoid taxing it. The fireplace roars but it doesn't heat the entire cabin as well as the luxuries of technology would.
Cam and John sit close under a thick blanket. They're talking, sort of, now and then, when one of them thinks of something to say, but mostly they just share space. Cam turns his face and his lips brush John's hairline in a shadow of a kiss. John looks up and smiles and Cam feels flush despite the freezing temperatures.
They kiss, warm and wet, and it turns into something else, bodies stretched against each other, stroking and breathing hard and crying out with harsh vocalizations of their pleasure. They stay firmly under the blanket, the humidity between them causing sweat to slick their bodies until there's something more between them, and then slump against each other in exhaustion.
"Not it," John says, almost immediately.
"What?" Cam's brain is working quite quickly enough.
"I called not it." John shifts to the side, claiming half of the pillow. "You have to go get something to wipe up with."
Cam groans, mumbles, and complains all the way to the bathroom and back.
Day Six
The snow finally stops.
For a few hours, and then it starts again.
Day Seven
Cam's really glad he'd put on clothes.
He's going to the kitchen to grab a couple of breakfast MREs - just what they'd wanted to spend their vacation eating - when he feels a strange tingle. He's reaching for a weapon he doesn't have on him before the Asgard beam even finishes.
"Colonel," Landry says, not looking apologetic in the least. "Sorry, but your presence was needed."
"Yes, sir," Cam says, respectful even when inwardly he's cursing. He thinks longingly of the big comfy bed, and John in it.
Shit.
John.
He's gonna have to think of something good to make up for this.