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Everybody Play the Game (take two)
Set after Everybody Play the Game
Cameron/Daniel ~ implied sex
1,500 words + visual aids
Still for Thady until I get my act together and finish the original fic. : )
In which Daniel knows what a lucky guy he is, and Cam does manly things before he gets his revenge.
Daniel scrubbed at the burnt batter at the edge of the pan, wrinkling his nose when it came off under his fingernail. Usually, he didn't mind doing the dishes, but from the pile beside the sink, Cam had gone out of his way to dirty up every plate, pan, and glass they owned. He shifted the pan into the rinse water and then dug up a bowl from underneath the suds. The smell of wet peanut butter assaulted his nose, and he glared out the window.
An adequate division of labor meant that Cam mowed the lawn because it still made Daniel itchy, and he washed the dishes because Cam hated making his fingers prune. At least Daniel had something to look at while he cleaned. The late afternoon sun slanted sideways through the backyard and coated Cam in a warm orange light. Sweat made his bare skin shine in the light and manhandling the ancient lawnmower made his biceps stand out.
Water dripping down his wrist made Daniel realize that he'd stopped washing and was staring out the window. Cam turned and bent over, the canvass of his pants stretch tight across his thighs and ass. Warmth pooled low, sizzling through Daniel's belly as he shifted trying to find some comfort. A second later, Cam straightened again and tossed a football over the near fence, returning it into the neighbor's yard.
Finishing the dishes in record time, Daniel pulled the plug, and wiped his hands on his jeans. He snagged a couple of beers from the refrigerator and walked out the backdoor. Cam still had another pass or two before he finished, and Daniel leaned against the deck railing to enjoy the show. He twisted the cap off both bottles and took a swig from one, letting the other dangle down against his thigh.
Cam finally finished the yard and stowed the mower in the shed. As he walked back, Daniel could just make out the thin lines of marker that still scrawled across his chest and belly. Daniel stifled a smile, and ducked his head as his pants became uncomfortably tight. His plan had almost backfired when Cam had walked into the cafeteria and Daniel had known what was underneath his shirt.
Not even Dr. Lee already drooling over the new Star Trek movie could stop the boner he popped.
"Hey, is that for me?" Cam asked, propping one foot up on the step in Daniel's line of sight.
Daniel cocked his head up and smiled. He put his beer down on the railing and reached down to adjust himself, "Yes, and you can even have the beer too."
"Now see, that's what I like about you," Cam said and reached out to cover Daniel's fingers on the bottle. He lifted the beer to his mouth, taking a drink before he kissed down over Daniel's fingers to his wrist. He smiled up at Daniel, his lips moving over Daniel's pulse, "you're just so giving."
"That's me in a nutshell," Daniel agreed, tucking his free hand into the front of Cam's pants to pull him forward. The bottle between their hands sweated making his fingers wet and slippery. "Giving."
Cam took a step forward and palmed Daniel's cheek pressing his nose against Daniel's jaw. He stopped just short of a kiss, "How about we go inside before we end up giving a passing Jaffa a free show?"
"I thought the council finally signed off on the no-fly zone and visa package?"
When Cam smiled, Daniel could feel the stretch of whiskers against his face. "Stow the shop talk, lover boy," Cam said, and turned them so that he was the closest to the house. He darted in quick, pressing their mouths together for a second before he pulled back, leaving Daniel holding only the beer. "Come inside and maybe I'll give you something."
"You promise?" Daniel asked, following Cam back through the sliding door only to trip over a flash of cat streaking for freedom. "Son of a bitch!"
Cam laughed as Daniel twisted trying to catch Felix and landed on his ass. Daniel scowled, "Is it too late to make a pair of gloves out of him?"
Jumping over the railing, Cam cut Felix off from the crawlspace underneath the house and answered, "Naw, but he's not big enough yet. You'd just get one mitten and all the other SG teams will make fun of you."
Felix zipped around Cam's outstretched hands and raced up the tree in the middle of the yard, yowling the entire way. It seemed like he was at that age where he was into everything, and always trying to escape to see what was so special about the backyard.
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty," Cam called following the kitten to the tree. It wasn't a big one, Felix was up as high as he could get without falling back through the twigs and Cam could almost reach him flat footed.
Daniel swung his feet around to rest on the ground so he could lean back against the house. He drank the rest of the beer watching as Cam stretched up to reach their cat. His pants slipped down, low on his hips showing a thin black band from his boxers. The muscles on his back twisted beneath his skin when he used one hand to hold himself steady and the other to pry Felix off his branch.
The cat mewed and flailed in Cam's hands. Felix was almost too big to carry like that, but Cam cuddled the animal against his chest as he walked back toward Daniel. Felix tucked his head under Cam's chin, and lowered his eyelids in bliss when Cam reached up and scratched him.
Daniel knew the feeling. "Crises averted," he said, reaching out to tickle Felix's tailbone when Cam got close enough. "Now let's go inside, lock Felix in the cabinet, and have sex on every flat surface in the house."
Cam laughed and held Felix up so he could look the cat in the eye. "He's giving and a man with a plan," he said, cutting his eyes sideways to glance at Daniel. "I don't suppose it gets any better than that."
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Daniel didn't always pass out after sex, but sometimes it was nice to catch a nap after a mind-blowing orgasm, curled warm around Cam. At home he could take his time waking up, let his mind fuzz over with contentment as he indulged in a daydream of what he'd do to Cam the next time. At least, he could unless he realized that his arms and legs were bound to the head and footboard of the bed.
"What the hell?"
Without his glasses, the mostly dark bedroom was just a mess of jumbled details. Daniel tried to jerk his hands down, but although his wrists were padded, there wasn't much give in the bonds themselves. His ankles were the same story, but his legs were fastened farther apart. It was times like this he wished he followed Cam's example and put his boxers back on after sex.
His heart raced, he was alone on the bed. Just because their enemies list was shorter didn't mean that there was no one left on it willing to take them out, "Cameron? Cam!"
"Whoa, calm down," Cam said quickly from the far corner of the room where the dresser sat. "Sorry about that, I thought I still had a couple of minutes, you don't usually wake up so fast."
"I'm not normally tied to the bed," Daniel said, hearing grouchiness creep into his voice. He tried to twist his head to the side to get Cam in his line of sight but the bed was at an angle and he couldn't see if he wanted his head still attached to his shoulders. "What are you doing?"
"Escalating."
He didn't know if it was Cam's answer or his nudity in the chilly bedroom that made his skin prickle into goosebumps. Daniel heard Cam's bare feet, quiet but not silent, as he padded back across the room and then climbed up on the bed. Slinging his leg across Daniel's hip, Cam settled in with a smirk, showing off the different colored Sharpies he had clenched between his fingers like a kid pretending to be Freddie Kruger.
"Okay, we can talk about this," Daniel said, his eyes wide as he started to wiggle before Cam had even tried anything. He wasn't really that ticklish, but Cam always seemed to find the perfect places to attack. "Don't do anything you're going to regret later."
"You started it, Jackson," Cam answered, using his 'reasonable' voice that Daniel thought sounded nearly the same as his 'stubborn-as-a-jackass' voice. "If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen. Now, what color do you want to start with?"
Daniel sighed, tugging again at the rope, but he knew he wasn't getting until Cam let him, and really, it could be worse, "Blue?"
Cam smiled and selected a marker, laying the others down on the bed beside his calf. "Pink it is," he said and bent over to trace a heart on Daniel's left pec.
Under the point of the marker, Daniel's nipple hardened into a little nub, and he had to bite his lip to keep from squirming. Within the hour, Daniel was covered front and back with Cam's doodling, but he did get a blowjob out of the deal so he didn't complain too much.
Besides as far as he was concerned, when it came to Cam, Daniel's middle name was 'brinksmanship'.
Set after Everybody Play the Game
Cameron/Daniel ~ implied sex
1,500 words + visual aids
Still for Thady until I get my act together and finish the original fic. : )
In which Daniel knows what a lucky guy he is, and Cam does manly things before he gets his revenge.
Daniel scrubbed at the burnt batter at the edge of the pan, wrinkling his nose when it came off under his fingernail. Usually, he didn't mind doing the dishes, but from the pile beside the sink, Cam had gone out of his way to dirty up every plate, pan, and glass they owned. He shifted the pan into the rinse water and then dug up a bowl from underneath the suds. The smell of wet peanut butter assaulted his nose, and he glared out the window.
An adequate division of labor meant that Cam mowed the lawn because it still made Daniel itchy, and he washed the dishes because Cam hated making his fingers prune. At least Daniel had something to look at while he cleaned. The late afternoon sun slanted sideways through the backyard and coated Cam in a warm orange light. Sweat made his bare skin shine in the light and manhandling the ancient lawnmower made his biceps stand out.
Water dripping down his wrist made Daniel realize that he'd stopped washing and was staring out the window. Cam turned and bent over, the canvass of his pants stretch tight across his thighs and ass. Warmth pooled low, sizzling through Daniel's belly as he shifted trying to find some comfort. A second later, Cam straightened again and tossed a football over the near fence, returning it into the neighbor's yard.
Finishing the dishes in record time, Daniel pulled the plug, and wiped his hands on his jeans. He snagged a couple of beers from the refrigerator and walked out the backdoor. Cam still had another pass or two before he finished, and Daniel leaned against the deck railing to enjoy the show. He twisted the cap off both bottles and took a swig from one, letting the other dangle down against his thigh.
Cam finally finished the yard and stowed the mower in the shed. As he walked back, Daniel could just make out the thin lines of marker that still scrawled across his chest and belly. Daniel stifled a smile, and ducked his head as his pants became uncomfortably tight. His plan had almost backfired when Cam had walked into the cafeteria and Daniel had known what was underneath his shirt.
Not even Dr. Lee already drooling over the new Star Trek movie could stop the boner he popped.
"Hey, is that for me?" Cam asked, propping one foot up on the step in Daniel's line of sight.
Daniel cocked his head up and smiled. He put his beer down on the railing and reached down to adjust himself, "Yes, and you can even have the beer too."
"Now see, that's what I like about you," Cam said and reached out to cover Daniel's fingers on the bottle. He lifted the beer to his mouth, taking a drink before he kissed down over Daniel's fingers to his wrist. He smiled up at Daniel, his lips moving over Daniel's pulse, "you're just so giving."
"That's me in a nutshell," Daniel agreed, tucking his free hand into the front of Cam's pants to pull him forward. The bottle between their hands sweated making his fingers wet and slippery. "Giving."
Cam took a step forward and palmed Daniel's cheek pressing his nose against Daniel's jaw. He stopped just short of a kiss, "How about we go inside before we end up giving a passing Jaffa a free show?"
"I thought the council finally signed off on the no-fly zone and visa package?"
When Cam smiled, Daniel could feel the stretch of whiskers against his face. "Stow the shop talk, lover boy," Cam said, and turned them so that he was the closest to the house. He darted in quick, pressing their mouths together for a second before he pulled back, leaving Daniel holding only the beer. "Come inside and maybe I'll give you something."
"You promise?" Daniel asked, following Cam back through the sliding door only to trip over a flash of cat streaking for freedom. "Son of a bitch!"
Cam laughed as Daniel twisted trying to catch Felix and landed on his ass. Daniel scowled, "Is it too late to make a pair of gloves out of him?"
Jumping over the railing, Cam cut Felix off from the crawlspace underneath the house and answered, "Naw, but he's not big enough yet. You'd just get one mitten and all the other SG teams will make fun of you."
Felix zipped around Cam's outstretched hands and raced up the tree in the middle of the yard, yowling the entire way. It seemed like he was at that age where he was into everything, and always trying to escape to see what was so special about the backyard.
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty," Cam called following the kitten to the tree. It wasn't a big one, Felix was up as high as he could get without falling back through the twigs and Cam could almost reach him flat footed.
Daniel swung his feet around to rest on the ground so he could lean back against the house. He drank the rest of the beer watching as Cam stretched up to reach their cat. His pants slipped down, low on his hips showing a thin black band from his boxers. The muscles on his back twisted beneath his skin when he used one hand to hold himself steady and the other to pry Felix off his branch.
The cat mewed and flailed in Cam's hands. Felix was almost too big to carry like that, but Cam cuddled the animal against his chest as he walked back toward Daniel. Felix tucked his head under Cam's chin, and lowered his eyelids in bliss when Cam reached up and scratched him.
Daniel knew the feeling. "Crises averted," he said, reaching out to tickle Felix's tailbone when Cam got close enough. "Now let's go inside, lock Felix in the cabinet, and have sex on every flat surface in the house."
Cam laughed and held Felix up so he could look the cat in the eye. "He's giving and a man with a plan," he said, cutting his eyes sideways to glance at Daniel. "I don't suppose it gets any better than that."
Daniel didn't always pass out after sex, but sometimes it was nice to catch a nap after a mind-blowing orgasm, curled warm around Cam. At home he could take his time waking up, let his mind fuzz over with contentment as he indulged in a daydream of what he'd do to Cam the next time. At least, he could unless he realized that his arms and legs were bound to the head and footboard of the bed.
"What the hell?"
Without his glasses, the mostly dark bedroom was just a mess of jumbled details. Daniel tried to jerk his hands down, but although his wrists were padded, there wasn't much give in the bonds themselves. His ankles were the same story, but his legs were fastened farther apart. It was times like this he wished he followed Cam's example and put his boxers back on after sex.
His heart raced, he was alone on the bed. Just because their enemies list was shorter didn't mean that there was no one left on it willing to take them out, "Cameron? Cam!"
"Whoa, calm down," Cam said quickly from the far corner of the room where the dresser sat. "Sorry about that, I thought I still had a couple of minutes, you don't usually wake up so fast."
"I'm not normally tied to the bed," Daniel said, hearing grouchiness creep into his voice. He tried to twist his head to the side to get Cam in his line of sight but the bed was at an angle and he couldn't see if he wanted his head still attached to his shoulders. "What are you doing?"
"Escalating."
He didn't know if it was Cam's answer or his nudity in the chilly bedroom that made his skin prickle into goosebumps. Daniel heard Cam's bare feet, quiet but not silent, as he padded back across the room and then climbed up on the bed. Slinging his leg across Daniel's hip, Cam settled in with a smirk, showing off the different colored Sharpies he had clenched between his fingers like a kid pretending to be Freddie Kruger.
"Okay, we can talk about this," Daniel said, his eyes wide as he started to wiggle before Cam had even tried anything. He wasn't really that ticklish, but Cam always seemed to find the perfect places to attack. "Don't do anything you're going to regret later."
"You started it, Jackson," Cam answered, using his 'reasonable' voice that Daniel thought sounded nearly the same as his 'stubborn-as-a-jackass' voice. "If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen. Now, what color do you want to start with?"
Daniel sighed, tugging again at the rope, but he knew he wasn't getting until Cam let him, and really, it could be worse, "Blue?"
Cam smiled and selected a marker, laying the others down on the bed beside his calf. "Pink it is," he said and bent over to trace a heart on Daniel's left pec.
Under the point of the marker, Daniel's nipple hardened into a little nub, and he had to bite his lip to keep from squirming. Within the hour, Daniel was covered front and back with Cam's doodling, but he did get a blowjob out of the deal so he didn't complain too much.
Besides as far as he was concerned, when it came to Cam, Daniel's middle name was 'brinksmanship'.
