Date Night (Cam/Daniel) Adult
Originally written for the Porn Battle. This is pretty graphic male/male.
date night
by surreallis
pairing: cameron mitchell/daniel jackson
rating: nc-17
warnings: graphic male/male sex
summary: written originally for the Porn Battle with the prompt ‘date night’.
He’s not even sure how they got this way. How a night of Szechwan and a basketball game on the TV, a few beers and a little rum, ended up in his bed; Cam lying on his back and Jackson sitting on top of him, knees straddling his hips, dick hard and leaking all over Cam’s belly.
Cam’s dick is buried inside of him, and Jackson doesn’t move much, just sort of takes it and rocks. Cam thinks that maybe this isn’t something he does often, and then Jackson suddenly slides all the way up Cam’s cock, and Cam doesn’t think at all for a while. He just feels the tightness and the pressure and the silky, all-encompassing slide that just makes him think goodgoodgoodgood as every atom in his body centers on the pleasure in his groin.
He’s not sure what he did to make this happen, how they’d gone from friends to this in a few hours. Even more amazing, how they’d gone from nothing to anal sex in an instant. All those nights of the boys getting together, for fun, and he hadn’t thought Jackson had noticed. (And he really ought to call the man by his first name now that they’re fucking.) That Cam thought about running a palm over Daniel’s hair-roughened jaw, or that he wanted to lick a stripe along Daniel’s neck, tasting the brine on the skin. There’d never been a hint that Daniel might have felt the same way.
Except…
Daniel is sitting on Cam’s dick right now, moving rhythmically and slowly, eyes closed and lips parted, and Cam feels like he might not last. Not with that amazing push and pull, and Daniel’s body, all of it, right there for him, muscles thick and tight on his lean frame, arching cock in his hand, and he’s not stroking, just holding; and Cam swallows thickly, trying to stave off coming.
He reaches down, pushing Daniel’s hand away, and grabs Daniel’s cock. The position is awkward and his fingers curl around the bottom of the shaft and drag upward toward the tip. Daniel sucks in a breath, eyes opening to dark slits. His cock hardens in Cam’s hand until it feels like iron. Cam lazily strokes him, loving the expression on Daniel’s face. The way he looks almost pained, almost out of it; the way the sweat mists on his forehead and on his chest; the way the muscled cords in his neck stand out in stark relief.
Daniel speeds up, takes longer strokes, deeper; and Cam feels the breath burst out of him, the sound loud in the small bedroom. It feels too good, too tight, too hot, too everything, and the sparks ripple up his spine. He makes a wordless sound and then his head is pressing back into the pillow and he’s coming. Each jet is hard and sharp and makes his eyes roll back in his head.
“Fuuhh…” He can’t quite say it, or anything.
He thrusts upward as Daniel slows, trying to draw it out, make it last. The friction against his over-sensitive flesh makes him shiver.
Above him, Daniel stills and swears, and he opens his eyes to find Daniel staring at him, raptly. “Jesus...”
Cam isn’t sure how to respond to that. And he still has the aftershocks of the orgasm running along his muscles, his hand is still wrapped around Daniel’s cock, and he gives an experimental squeeze.
Daniel’s eyes droop a bit, and his breath catches. Cam slides his free hand up onto Daniel’s thigh as he fists Daniel’s cock and pulls. Daniel groans and then leans forward, lifting his hips and dislodging Cam’s softened dick, sliding forward over Cam’s belly. He plants his hands on the headboard above Cam’s head, hips moving with Cam’s strokes, breath hard and growing harder.
Cam keeps a tight grip, slides his hand lazily, gives a little twist at the end and rubs his fingertips right where he knows it feels the most intense.
It doesn’t take long. Daniel thrusts against his hand, loses his rhythm and then comes with a long, quiet groan, semen jetting quickly, warmly, onto Cam’s chest. Daniel doesn’t try to pull away, and Cam massages him a while, liking the way he moans and gets into the post-play. He’s not too sensitive to be touched afterwards, and that’s sort of hot. Daniel finally relaxes, and Cam lets go, collapsing limply against the mattress.
A year of Szechwan and basketball games. Boys nights and Playstation. The girls jokingly called them ‘date nights’. Hell, he and Daniel had jokingly called them ‘date nights’.
He just hadn’t realized how apt it really was.
~end~
date night
by surreallis
pairing: cameron mitchell/daniel jackson
rating: nc-17
warnings: graphic male/male sex
summary: written originally for the Porn Battle with the prompt ‘date night’.
He’s not even sure how they got this way. How a night of Szechwan and a basketball game on the TV, a few beers and a little rum, ended up in his bed; Cam lying on his back and Jackson sitting on top of him, knees straddling his hips, dick hard and leaking all over Cam’s belly.
Cam’s dick is buried inside of him, and Jackson doesn’t move much, just sort of takes it and rocks. Cam thinks that maybe this isn’t something he does often, and then Jackson suddenly slides all the way up Cam’s cock, and Cam doesn’t think at all for a while. He just feels the tightness and the pressure and the silky, all-encompassing slide that just makes him think goodgoodgoodgood as every atom in his body centers on the pleasure in his groin.
He’s not sure what he did to make this happen, how they’d gone from friends to this in a few hours. Even more amazing, how they’d gone from nothing to anal sex in an instant. All those nights of the boys getting together, for fun, and he hadn’t thought Jackson had noticed. (And he really ought to call the man by his first name now that they’re fucking.) That Cam thought about running a palm over Daniel’s hair-roughened jaw, or that he wanted to lick a stripe along Daniel’s neck, tasting the brine on the skin. There’d never been a hint that Daniel might have felt the same way.
Except…
Daniel is sitting on Cam’s dick right now, moving rhythmically and slowly, eyes closed and lips parted, and Cam feels like he might not last. Not with that amazing push and pull, and Daniel’s body, all of it, right there for him, muscles thick and tight on his lean frame, arching cock in his hand, and he’s not stroking, just holding; and Cam swallows thickly, trying to stave off coming.
He reaches down, pushing Daniel’s hand away, and grabs Daniel’s cock. The position is awkward and his fingers curl around the bottom of the shaft and drag upward toward the tip. Daniel sucks in a breath, eyes opening to dark slits. His cock hardens in Cam’s hand until it feels like iron. Cam lazily strokes him, loving the expression on Daniel’s face. The way he looks almost pained, almost out of it; the way the sweat mists on his forehead and on his chest; the way the muscled cords in his neck stand out in stark relief.
Daniel speeds up, takes longer strokes, deeper; and Cam feels the breath burst out of him, the sound loud in the small bedroom. It feels too good, too tight, too hot, too everything, and the sparks ripple up his spine. He makes a wordless sound and then his head is pressing back into the pillow and he’s coming. Each jet is hard and sharp and makes his eyes roll back in his head.
“Fuuhh…” He can’t quite say it, or anything.
He thrusts upward as Daniel slows, trying to draw it out, make it last. The friction against his over-sensitive flesh makes him shiver.
Above him, Daniel stills and swears, and he opens his eyes to find Daniel staring at him, raptly. “Jesus...”
Cam isn’t sure how to respond to that. And he still has the aftershocks of the orgasm running along his muscles, his hand is still wrapped around Daniel’s cock, and he gives an experimental squeeze.
Daniel’s eyes droop a bit, and his breath catches. Cam slides his free hand up onto Daniel’s thigh as he fists Daniel’s cock and pulls. Daniel groans and then leans forward, lifting his hips and dislodging Cam’s softened dick, sliding forward over Cam’s belly. He plants his hands on the headboard above Cam’s head, hips moving with Cam’s strokes, breath hard and growing harder.
Cam keeps a tight grip, slides his hand lazily, gives a little twist at the end and rubs his fingertips right where he knows it feels the most intense.
It doesn’t take long. Daniel thrusts against his hand, loses his rhythm and then comes with a long, quiet groan, semen jetting quickly, warmly, onto Cam’s chest. Daniel doesn’t try to pull away, and Cam massages him a while, liking the way he moans and gets into the post-play. He’s not too sensitive to be touched afterwards, and that’s sort of hot. Daniel finally relaxes, and Cam lets go, collapsing limply against the mattress.
A year of Szechwan and basketball games. Boys nights and Playstation. The girls jokingly called them ‘date nights’. Hell, he and Daniel had jokingly called them ‘date nights’.
He just hadn’t realized how apt it really was.
~end~