Cam/John fic
So far, this story is un-beta'd. If anyone wants to do it, go ahead. The reason I wrote this was there was a Cam/John Thing-A-Thon and I wasn't sure that I could write Cam/John, so I tried it. I haven't joined the Thing-A-Thon... Don't think I will.
But it was fun to write anyway!
So, NC-17. Sex. Well, not really. A blowjob. *smirk* But a hot one.
Also? No title.
:::Cam/John:::
The arrival of the Daedalus was always a big deal in Atlantis, and this time was no different unless you counted the fact that on this particular run, Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell had come along for the ride.
Well. To be honest, Cam was only on the Daedalus this time around because he'd fucked up. General O'Neill wanted him out of the galaxy while Daniel got better. Cam had been the one who was supposed to protect him and Daniel had ended up severely injured. Cam had made the mistake. He'd thought that the natives where friendlies and had left Daniel in their care while he went for a look-see around the small town.
So, here he was. In the Pegasus galaxy, away from any homicidal generals(O'Neill and Laundry), wasting time while the light of the SGC's eye was recovering.
"Hey, Colonel Mitchell." Cam looked over his shoulder to see Lt. Colonel Sheppard on his six. "Haven't seen you in a while."
"Hey Shep." Sheppard scowled at the nickname and Cam shrugged to himself about it. If it really bothered Sheppard, he'd say so, "How goes life in Pegasus?"
"Well, you know. 1950 era pseudo-Nazi's, blue space vampires. Natives that either want to kill you or breed with you for your stunning genes."
An eyebrow raised, "You wear jeans? You brought jeans? Off-World?"
"Oh fuck-off Cam. You know what I mean. The Natives want to control Ancient tech and they need the ATA gene to do it. So they try to get you in bed." Sheppard lead the man away from the hallway where all the unloading was going on. "We gotta get you out of here before McKay starts in on the newbies."
"McKay?" Cam faked a shudder, "Man, I can't believe you put up with him." Sheppard shot him a look that made Cam do a double take, "What? You like him?"
"Cam, McKay is a pain in the ass. But he is brilliant. A genius. He can do things no one else can. And he's pretty brave when he has to be."
"Yeah," Cam shorted, "I'll believe that when I see it." Cam shook his head. He'd never believe McKay was 'brave' until he had proof with his own eyes. No matter what anyone said, you had to prove yourself. After the Supergate? Cam wasn't too impressed with the so called 'smartest man in two galaxies'.
"Dude, you don't get it." Sheppard grabbed his elbow and forced him around the corner, startling Cam with his strength. Cam knew he had at least twenty pounds of muscle on the skinny pilot. "McKay does good work. Bad mouth him in private if you want, but don't do it around the scientists or the marines stationed here in the city. We're the only ones with the privilege to call him an ass."
"Alright, alright. Sure Shep, whatever you say." Cam warded the man off with raised hands. "Are you gonna show me my bunk for the next week?"
"Sure. Come one." Sheppard continued leading the new arrival around the corridors, thoroughly messing Cam up, going up and down corridors that looked the exact same to him, in and out of two transporters.
"Shep, are you doing this on purpose?"
"Doing what?" The innocent look didn't work on Cam any more. It hadn't worked since the end of the first year at the Academy when the lazy slacker Sheppard had surpassed every one of his classmates in grades.
"Messing me up. I'm never going to find my way anywhere now." A tiny smirk came over his face, "Or are you just so happy to see me that you're whisking me away to a private alcove to ravish me?"
The damned stupid leer still looked as cock-eyed as it had twenty years ago, "Maybe I plan on ravishing you."
"Then you better find some place else to do it Colonel." McKay came around the corner, intent only on his little PDA that he held.
"Jesus Rodney. Give me a little warning."
"No can do Colonel. I think..." He trialled off as he turned the corner at the end of the short hallway. Cam looked over to Sheppard, frowning.
"He does know that we can't hear him anymore, right?"
"Oh, he just gets a little worked up sometimes. He'll talk himself horse or find what he was looking for before he shuts up." The slender Colonel pushed the rucksack off of Cam's shoulder and manhandled him into the wall, "Now... I seem to remember someone mentioning ravishing?"
The feel of Sheppard's familiar body pressed against his own made parts of Cam sit up and take notice. "How is it that you are still so fucking skinny?" Cam tangled his fingers in Sheppard's hair, the only reason he liked the regulation illegal cut on his friend.
"I work out." Sheppard leaned in even further, pressing his lips to the side of Cam's mouth while sliding a hand in between the small of Cam's back and his BDU pants, rucking his shirt up a bit to feel hot skin.
"Yah, right." Cam caught Sheppard's mouth and thrust his tongue into the wet heat. "I... don't... believe..." He didn't finish the sentence, busy with making a hickey on his lovers collarbone where he'd pulled the black tee-shirt down.
"Do, so." Sheppard's hands moved to the front of Cam's pants and started on the button, hurrying, clutching, grasping, gasping as he finally got to what he wanted, had wanted for a year since he'd last seen Cam. Given Cam that stupid fake lemon.... "Oh God, Cam."
"John." Cam thrust his hips, needing the friction that John was providing, hand clenching, spasming around him. "John, right. God yes." He grasped John's face, cupping his cheeks, pulling him, capturing his lips, tongues once again stroking each other, touching and caressing, saying words that would never leave their mouths.
"Room." John ripped himself away, pulling his hand from Cam's pants, manhandling him around a buttress and through a door that swished open for them. "Here. Your room." With those words, John dropped to his knees, pulling at Cam's undone pants, "Need you. Need you now..."
Trying to control himself, Cam rested a hand on John's head and arched his back as John took him all the way down, moist, hot, wet, tight... "Sweet Jesus John. God damn you are good at... fuck!" Cam's hips stuttered, John's nose bumping gently against the base of his cock, cheeks hollowed out, sucking for all he was worth. Fingers tensed in thick black hair as Cam refused to allow himself the opportunity of fucking John's mouth as he came, hard and fast, cum dribbling down the side of John's mouth when he couldn't swallow it in time.
The debauched look that John gave Cam as he leaned back on his heels, a sated grin on his face, a line of cum down his chin, hair disheveled, made Cam's eyes roll to the back of his head. "So. Was is good?" His tongue flicked out and caught the sticky white substance that clung to his face.
"Damn it John. Jus' lookin' at y'all right now I might be able to go again!" Cam dragged John to his feet, his accent thickening and smiled when he saw the growing dark stain on the blue BDU's. "Look's like Ah don' need to help y'all with anythin'."
"Nope. Just sucking you off did me just fine." John leaned in and kissed Cam innocently, just a peck of lips on lips. "I'm going to go get your bag, which I made you drop in the corridor, then we're going to go next door to my room so I can change."
"Y'all gave me a room nex' ta you?"
"Of course. You're only here for a week. We won't have to waste any time now, finding each other."
"Sounds good ta me John. Sounds good."
:::FINIS:::
Tell me how it is! Please? With whipped topping and a cherry on John?
Also: I own nothing. Not John, not Cam. Not even whipped topping or a cherry...
But it was fun to write anyway!
So, NC-17. Sex. Well, not really. A blowjob. *smirk* But a hot one.
Also? No title.
:::Cam/John:::
The arrival of the Daedalus was always a big deal in Atlantis, and this time was no different unless you counted the fact that on this particular run, Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell had come along for the ride.
Well. To be honest, Cam was only on the Daedalus this time around because he'd fucked up. General O'Neill wanted him out of the galaxy while Daniel got better. Cam had been the one who was supposed to protect him and Daniel had ended up severely injured. Cam had made the mistake. He'd thought that the natives where friendlies and had left Daniel in their care while he went for a look-see around the small town.
So, here he was. In the Pegasus galaxy, away from any homicidal generals(O'Neill and Laundry), wasting time while the light of the SGC's eye was recovering.
"Hey, Colonel Mitchell." Cam looked over his shoulder to see Lt. Colonel Sheppard on his six. "Haven't seen you in a while."
"Hey Shep." Sheppard scowled at the nickname and Cam shrugged to himself about it. If it really bothered Sheppard, he'd say so, "How goes life in Pegasus?"
"Well, you know. 1950 era pseudo-Nazi's, blue space vampires. Natives that either want to kill you or breed with you for your stunning genes."
An eyebrow raised, "You wear jeans? You brought jeans? Off-World?"
"Oh fuck-off Cam. You know what I mean. The Natives want to control Ancient tech and they need the ATA gene to do it. So they try to get you in bed." Sheppard lead the man away from the hallway where all the unloading was going on. "We gotta get you out of here before McKay starts in on the newbies."
"McKay?" Cam faked a shudder, "Man, I can't believe you put up with him." Sheppard shot him a look that made Cam do a double take, "What? You like him?"
"Cam, McKay is a pain in the ass. But he is brilliant. A genius. He can do things no one else can. And he's pretty brave when he has to be."
"Yeah," Cam shorted, "I'll believe that when I see it." Cam shook his head. He'd never believe McKay was 'brave' until he had proof with his own eyes. No matter what anyone said, you had to prove yourself. After the Supergate? Cam wasn't too impressed with the so called 'smartest man in two galaxies'.
"Dude, you don't get it." Sheppard grabbed his elbow and forced him around the corner, startling Cam with his strength. Cam knew he had at least twenty pounds of muscle on the skinny pilot. "McKay does good work. Bad mouth him in private if you want, but don't do it around the scientists or the marines stationed here in the city. We're the only ones with the privilege to call him an ass."
"Alright, alright. Sure Shep, whatever you say." Cam warded the man off with raised hands. "Are you gonna show me my bunk for the next week?"
"Sure. Come one." Sheppard continued leading the new arrival around the corridors, thoroughly messing Cam up, going up and down corridors that looked the exact same to him, in and out of two transporters.
"Shep, are you doing this on purpose?"
"Doing what?" The innocent look didn't work on Cam any more. It hadn't worked since the end of the first year at the Academy when the lazy slacker Sheppard had surpassed every one of his classmates in grades.
"Messing me up. I'm never going to find my way anywhere now." A tiny smirk came over his face, "Or are you just so happy to see me that you're whisking me away to a private alcove to ravish me?"
The damned stupid leer still looked as cock-eyed as it had twenty years ago, "Maybe I plan on ravishing you."
"Then you better find some place else to do it Colonel." McKay came around the corner, intent only on his little PDA that he held.
"Jesus Rodney. Give me a little warning."
"No can do Colonel. I think..." He trialled off as he turned the corner at the end of the short hallway. Cam looked over to Sheppard, frowning.
"He does know that we can't hear him anymore, right?"
"Oh, he just gets a little worked up sometimes. He'll talk himself horse or find what he was looking for before he shuts up." The slender Colonel pushed the rucksack off of Cam's shoulder and manhandled him into the wall, "Now... I seem to remember someone mentioning ravishing?"
The feel of Sheppard's familiar body pressed against his own made parts of Cam sit up and take notice. "How is it that you are still so fucking skinny?" Cam tangled his fingers in Sheppard's hair, the only reason he liked the regulation illegal cut on his friend.
"I work out." Sheppard leaned in even further, pressing his lips to the side of Cam's mouth while sliding a hand in between the small of Cam's back and his BDU pants, rucking his shirt up a bit to feel hot skin.
"Yah, right." Cam caught Sheppard's mouth and thrust his tongue into the wet heat. "I... don't... believe..." He didn't finish the sentence, busy with making a hickey on his lovers collarbone where he'd pulled the black tee-shirt down.
"Do, so." Sheppard's hands moved to the front of Cam's pants and started on the button, hurrying, clutching, grasping, gasping as he finally got to what he wanted, had wanted for a year since he'd last seen Cam. Given Cam that stupid fake lemon.... "Oh God, Cam."
"John." Cam thrust his hips, needing the friction that John was providing, hand clenching, spasming around him. "John, right. God yes." He grasped John's face, cupping his cheeks, pulling him, capturing his lips, tongues once again stroking each other, touching and caressing, saying words that would never leave their mouths.
"Room." John ripped himself away, pulling his hand from Cam's pants, manhandling him around a buttress and through a door that swished open for them. "Here. Your room." With those words, John dropped to his knees, pulling at Cam's undone pants, "Need you. Need you now..."
Trying to control himself, Cam rested a hand on John's head and arched his back as John took him all the way down, moist, hot, wet, tight... "Sweet Jesus John. God damn you are good at... fuck!" Cam's hips stuttered, John's nose bumping gently against the base of his cock, cheeks hollowed out, sucking for all he was worth. Fingers tensed in thick black hair as Cam refused to allow himself the opportunity of fucking John's mouth as he came, hard and fast, cum dribbling down the side of John's mouth when he couldn't swallow it in time.
The debauched look that John gave Cam as he leaned back on his heels, a sated grin on his face, a line of cum down his chin, hair disheveled, made Cam's eyes roll to the back of his head. "So. Was is good?" His tongue flicked out and caught the sticky white substance that clung to his face.
"Damn it John. Jus' lookin' at y'all right now I might be able to go again!" Cam dragged John to his feet, his accent thickening and smiled when he saw the growing dark stain on the blue BDU's. "Look's like Ah don' need to help y'all with anythin'."
"Nope. Just sucking you off did me just fine." John leaned in and kissed Cam innocently, just a peck of lips on lips. "I'm going to go get your bag, which I made you drop in the corridor, then we're going to go next door to my room so I can change."
"Y'all gave me a room nex' ta you?"
"Of course. You're only here for a week. We won't have to waste any time now, finding each other."
"Sounds good ta me John. Sounds good."
:::FINIS:::
Tell me how it is! Please? With whipped topping and a cherry on John?
Also: I own nothing. Not John, not Cam. Not even whipped topping or a cherry...