slashing_lorne | Fiction - In Our Own Place - AU

Title: In Our Own Place
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Crossover
Rating: NC-17
Main Characters/Pairings: Evan Lorne, Cameron Mitchell, Evan/Cameron.
Spoilers: All of SG-1 and SGA, including the SGA audiobook “Impressions.”
Warnings: Alternate Universe
Length: 2135

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis belong to MGM. This is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.)

Beta: A big thank you again to the ever lovely, thrace_adams! Thanks also to brneyestx for all the cheerleading!

A/N: This is a continuation of a fic I posted a couple of weeks ago called, In Our Own Time. Both of these actually take place in a larger, epic-length AU that I’m working on.

Evan could already hear Cam’s voice when he started up the stairs. It wasn’t loud enough that it would have carried across the first floor of the house to his studio, but he could tell that Cameron wasn’t holding back on rocking out.

He chuckled to himself as he recognized the song. Cam did have a preference for 80’s hair-bands and although Evan liked pretty much anything he heard, it never failed to lighten his mood listening to his partner slaughter the lyrics to singers like Bon Jovi, Meat Loaf, Poison, Aerosmith, and others of the same genre.

Today was Cheap Trick.

As he entered the master bedroom, Cam’s southern drawl was deep into the chorus of the song.

“I want you to want me, I need you to need me, I’d love you to love me…”

Evan could totally picture Cam with the shampoo bottle in his hand, belting out the tune to the arena masses…it wasn’t hard to image it, as he’d witnessed Cam do just that on many occasions.

At least Cam didn’t sing in the showers at the SGC. Well, at least he hadn’t yet. Cameron Mitchell was not shy. Growing up in the military kind of purged that trait right out of you. But, he was a high ranking officer, the leader of SG-1 and some amount of decorum had to be maintained in front of those that you commanded.

And while Cam technically was Evan’s superior in the line of duty, despite sharing the same rank, they were pretty much equals in their personal lives.

“Oh, didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you cryin’? Feelin’ all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin’. Oh, didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you cryin’?”

While Evan passed by the four-poster Colonial style bed he and Cam shared, he shed his t-shirt, jeans, and boxer briefs, depositing them neatly over the top of the footboard.

The only thing he still had on were his ID tags. Those never came off. They were as much a part of him as his soul.

Before he could step into the bathroom, he had to stop and move Cameron’s running shoes out of the doorway. The sweat drenched clothes that Cam had worn that morning were left in a heap in front of the sink. Bending over, Evan picked them up and deposited them in the clothes hamper, not an arm’s length away, leaving the sneakers next to it as well. Cam wasn’t messy. He wasn’t neat either. Unless you were in the kitchen. Everything was spotless in his culinary domain.

Cameron hadn’t noticed he’d come into the room yet, his back to Evan, still entrenched in the last verse of his song.

“I want you to want me. I want you to want me. I want you to want me.”

Evan wanted Cameron. No question about that. His body definitely wanted Cameron, especially when he was only a few feet away, slick with the moisture from the shower.

But it was more than that.

His heart wanted Cameron. It had Cameron if he was being grammatically correct.

Resting against the countertop, he watched through the glass doors of the rounded corner shower in front of him as Cam’s back swayed to the slowed down beat of the stereo, which had queued up Bon Jovi now.

“I’ll be there for you. These five words I swear to you.”

Evan thought it ironic that the player had chosen this particular song. It was one of Cameron’s favorites, and one he often quoted to Evan, particularly those five words.

Whether it was during a mission, when things went ass-backwards, bullets flying, needing to cover each other’s six to get back home, or when he had to present his thesis for his Master’s degree. Those times he’d personally taken it upon himself to tell a family member their son or daughter had died in the line of duty, or as he’d helped his Dad make the tough decision to let his Mom go after her own long, hard fought battle.

Cam had been there. Through the thick and thin. All the stormy weather. Just like he said he would.

“Words can’t say what a love can do.”

Love was definitely something they shared.

And if Evan didn’t hurry, and quit his staring and pondering, he wasn’t going to get to share the shower with Cam.

Stepping up to the door, he used all his previous stealth training to quietly open it. When he had it about an inch apart, Cam’s voice startled him.

“Enjoy the show?” He asked, turning to look over his shoulder as Evan slipped the rest of the way into the shower before facing forward again, the warm water cascading over his chest.

“How did you know I was there? Your back has been turned the entire time,” Evan said as he melded himself to Cam’s back, laying his cheek to the bare shoulder in front of him, arms encircling his waist.

“Sixth sense, I guess.”

Biting softly down on the skin below his mouth, Evan then laughed. “Sixth sense, my ass.”

“You want to touch my ass? Go right ahead.” Cam punctuated his statement by pushing his rear back into Evan’s groin, making a soft hiss escape from Evan’s lips.

Even though Cameron had four inches of height on him, that didn’t mean that Evan was going to allow Cam any type of control. At least not today.

“My terms,” Evan growled back, one arm snaking up to grab Cam’s ID tags, the other sliding lower, causing Cam to gasp.

With just a little bit of force, Evan turned Cam around, away from the showerhead, and placed him against the steam covered glass wall. Cam didn’t object. He never did.

Evan didn’t really have a preference. Top. Bottom. Forwards. Backwards. Sideways. On a motorcycle. In the back of a car. A locked supply closet at the SGC. He’d have sex with Cameron anywhere. Well, almost anywhere. They did have some decorum.

They just liked sex. And it had been a few days since they’d gotten a whole lot of alone time.

Using his knee, he nudged Cam’s thighs apart and maneuvered his partner’s arms so that they were pressed to either side of his head.

Cam sighed and rested his cheek against the glass, like Evan had done with his moments ago to Cam’s shoulder. Seeing Cam naked and then touching him, pressing against him, had been all Evan needed to get hard. It never took long when he was with Cam and he knew Cam would be in a similar situation. If anyone was standing outside of their shower right now, they’d be getting quite a show.

Truth be told, Evan had been warming up from the moment he’d heard Cam’s voice wafting down the stairs. And knowing Cam like he did, if Evan hadn’t come up to join him he would have taken matters to hand himself…and probably would have told Evan about it in detail later, resulting in them winding up in another locked supply closet again.

“You’ve gotten awfully quiet,” he said, running his hands across Cam’s broad shoulders, down his back, past his narrow waist, to rest on the best ass he’s ever seen, massaging the firm cheeks slowly.

“Just enjoying the feel of your hands on my ass,” Cam uttered a moment later, his eyes now closed, mouth slightly opened, completely relaxed under Evan’s touch.

His partner could be such a smart-mouth at times. Was one of his charms.

“I can think of something better to do with your ass.”

His lips followed the path his hands had taken earlier on Cam’s shoulders, finding the spot at the base of Cam’s neck, just below his hairline, the one that made Cam shiver. They each had a spot around that same point. The one that really made Evan into a puddle was not there though, that spot was in his inner thigh…and Cam was an expert at finding it.

“God, Evan…I need you. Please.”

He liked to make Cam beg. Lose control. Let the mask slip away.

Leaning a little to his side, he grabbed the bottle of water-proof lube they always had in there, resting along with their shampoos, and soap.

The liquid was warm in his hand, but Cam still startled a little when Evan let his hand drift along the cleft of his ass and down between. As Evan’s fingers brushed softly over Cam’s entrance before slipping inside, he didn’t get a jump, but he could hear Cam’s breathing quicken, followed by a low moan.

He’d remarked that Cam was being quiet; it wouldn’t be long before that changed. Cam was pretty vocal during sex; he ran the gamut of sighs, groans, growls, and screams, along with anything and everything in-between. Not that Evan was exactly quiet either. It was a good thing that their neighbors couldn’t be reached with a stones throw.

Cam worked through a symphony while Evan prepped him, responding to each push and pivot he made with his fingers.

When he was sure Cam was set, Evan used the remaining lube in his hand to coat his dick, causing himself to gasp at his own touch. They were both more than ready.

“As much as I enjoy watching you jerk off, I’d much prefer your cock be doing other things at the moment,” Cam said, smirking back over his shoulder.

“Fuck you.”

“I thought that was the point…”

Cam’s voice descended into a groan as Evan slid up behind his partner, pushing into his opening and fully seating himself inside Cam.

He pressed flush against Cam once more, letting every inch of their skin meld into one form as they both adjusted to the overflow of sensations coursing through their bodies. Pleasure already snapping along the synapses.

Evan could feel Cam relax underneath him. Laying another soft kiss to Cam’s hairline, he pulled back and slowly pushed back in, savoring the tightness enveloping him. He wouldn’t be able to keep up the leisurely pace for long, but for now he was just enjoying being with Cam again. Being able to make Cam fall apart under his touch.

His hands found a comfortable spot on Cam’s hips, holding on tightly but not enough to leave any residual marks. Keeping Cam pressed to the glass. The music in the background totally forgotten.

“Fuck!” Cam cried out as Evan slid into him again, his exclamation a sure sign he’d found the sweet spot. Evan made certain to continue the same angle until he could feel Cam’s body start to shiver, not a sign of the gradually cooling water temperature around them, but of the need and desire sweeping through him.

A slow warmth began to spread through Evan as well, his movements were becoming jerky as he struggled to hold off, savoring the moment, unsure of when another would come. Wanting to stay with Cam like this forever. Wrapped in bliss. Surrounded with the impending contentment.

“Evan... I can’t…”

“Let go, Cam,” he whispered, snaking a hand around Cam’s waist, to slide up and down the length of his dick, moving quicker than his erratic thrusts.

With a few flicks and turns of his wrist, he could feel Cam swell beneath him, his partner’s body becoming rigid before exploding over Evan’s hand.

Cam groaned a single word as he came, Evan’s name on his lips as his body shook with pleasure.

Seeing Cam come undone was more than enough to make Evan join him, he’d been holding off long enough.

He pretty much collapsed into Cam as he rode out the waves of satisfaction coursing from head to toe, arms encircling Cam’s waist again, letting Cam feel what he was experiencing.

Evan wasn’t sure how long they rested there, Cam still pressed into the glass supporting Evan’s weight, but Evan knew it was time to move as he felt the water turn from lukewarm to cool.

“Time to go, flyboy,” he mouthed into Cam’s back as he pulled them both up, shaky limbs finding purchase again.

The water wasn’t exactly cold yet, but they wasted no time in washing up.

As they stood outside the shower, toweling each other off, Cam was making it a point to touch every inch of Evan’s body. Evan knew Cam liked skin contact, and since he hadn’t allowed him much earlier, this was Cam’s way of getting it.

A few moments later they stood pressed together in their bedroom, cotton pajama pants riding low on their hips, mouths taking a slow exploration of each other.

Evan’s rumbling stomach interrupted them, causing them both to laugh.

Pancakes?” Cam asked, tilting his head towards the door.

“Pancakes,” Evan replied, grabbing Cam’s hand and pulling him along.