Disclaimer: Sadly these characters belong to MGM and not me.
Just Good Friends
Finished playing at being just good friends out for a night of winding down after a tough week on the job, making a cursory stop for a movie and beer; the show ends as soon as Cameron locks the door to his apartment behind them. Daniel grips his shoulder, spins him around and crushes his lips in a kiss. They move across the room, neither paying attention as the back of Daniel’s thighs bump into the wooden card table Cameron uses for a dining table and they fall onto it.
There’s a sharp crack as wood splinters and the small table falls apart under their combined weight. It doesn’t faze either man as they continue to grope and kiss and tear at the barrier of clothing between them.
Leaning back, needing air, Cameron takes the opportunity to straddle Daniel as he pulls his shirt off over his head and then reaches down and rips apart the few buttons left holding the other man’s shirt closed.
“Hey, that’s one of my favorite shirts…”
Cameron grins and falls forward, propping himself up on his hands. “I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow. Now shut for once and kiss me.”
“For once…that’s an order I don’t have a problem with.” Reaching up, Daniel rests his hand on Cam’s neck and pulls him down.
Cameron lets out a subtle moan as their lips meet, gives his hips a little shimmy and immediately Daniel is answering with his own groan as his hands slide down Cam’s sides. His fingers find the edge of Cam’s jeans, following along the edge until they reach the front and unbutton them.
Breathless, Cameron sits up, carefully rolling to the side before standing over Daniel, and holds out his hand. Daniel stares up at him for a second; and Cameron admires the tousled hair, skin shimmering lightly with sweat, and shivers slightly. He takes the offered hand and stands, stepping away from the destroyed table, and leads Cameron toward the bedroom.
They don’t make it even halfway before Cameron jerks back on Daniel’s arm, stopping him, turning him around and back into his waiting arms. Neither makes a sound as they rock a little back and forth, unsteady for just a moment. Instead of stopping they continue, staring into each other’s eyes. Forgetting everything outside the walls of the apartment.
There is heat radiating between them, around them, through them. Rapid pulse and slowing breath. They are lost – happily – dancing to their own music.
Daniel raises his chin, mouth cocked to one side, and says, “You know… this is getting to be too gay even by my standards.”
Cameron laughs, holding the other man tighter to him. “It’s not exactly like you’re a queen.”
“Want me to show you how much of a queen I am?” Daniel asks, lowering his head to Cameron’s neck, peppering the hollow of his shoulder with light kisses and enjoying the shiver that it elicits.
“No fair. You know my weak spots...”
“I know a great many of your spots,” Daniel breathes just below Cam’s ear, “Want me to remind you?”
His lips wrap around the bottom of Cameron’s earlobe, sucking gently, the fingers of his right hand creating a winding trail up and down the other man’s back, slowly making their way up until they can thread themselves in Cameron’s hair, pulling his head back and exposing the long neck that begs to be caressed and licked.
There’s something to be said for the taste of sweat, for lust and love concentrated down to a single moment - on the tip of his tongue, beneath his hands, as he runs them down Cameron’s sides, across the small of his back. Stopping to take a quick lap and bite of a nipple, his heart beats faster with the groan that runs through Daniel in response.
He reaches down, squeezing the tight ass that is currently hidden behind even tighter denim, and wants them off that instant, wants to be fucking that ass so badly that the notion makes him tremble with anticipation.
But Daniel can be patient when he wants to be. Knows that Cameron is enjoying every single touch, that their little game of the moment is only a prelude to something bigger, but that he doesn’t look upon what Daniel does as anything less than a gift.