slashing_lorne | Fiction - Someone Out There - AU

Title: Someone Out There
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: 1000 words

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.

A/N: This is another story that is set within a larger AU piece that I am working on. No, you don’t have to be familiar with it to understand this (not really anyways.) One of these days I will actually get the main story done…maybe after Convention season is over.

As much as he tried, Evan couldn’t get comfortable. He’d been tossing and turning for the last twenty minutes and still wasn’t able to find the right position that would allow him to drift off.

He and Cam had had a good day. Evan had known Cam would like the motorcycle the moment he had shown it to him. Sleek, shiny silver, full of speed and pure power. But he’d never expected to find himself on the back of it, chest pressed to Cam’s back as they’d taken off for a ride through the neighboring Colorado Mountains. Of course, Evan had wanted it to happen; he just hadn’t thought it was something Cam would ever consider doing.

Evan liked being wrong. Especially when Cam had cranked up the throttle and Evan hadn’t had any other choice than to grip him tighter around the waist.

Now he was paying the price for it though. And the fact that Cameron was just across the hall in the guest bedroom wasn’t making things any easier.

They were actually getting harder.

Evan inwardly groaned and punched his pillow for about the tenth time at his own thoughts. Shifting from his stomach, a sure-fire position for him to fall asleep in, to his back didn’t help. Kicking the sheet off of his body onto the floor wasn’t working either.

He knew what he needed to do, what would help him relax. However, he wasn’t sure he could actually go through with it.

It’s not like he didn’t do it on a regular basis, he had needs that weren’t being met elsewhere. Hadn’t been met for a long time actually.

But it was Cameron Mitchell in his guest bedroom…a Cameron that hadn’t borrowed anything to sleep in when he had decided to crash with Evan instead of heading back to the Mountain. And while he didn’t imagine that Cam was sleeping in the nude, the thought was still rather appealing but, he knew that Kansas-born, farm-raised, good ol’ boy Cam was more polite than that.

Even then, the image of Cam in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs was more than enough to complicate his current predicament.

“Fuck,” he muttered, letting his hand slide, from where it laid on his chest next to his tags, lower until he reached the edge of his own boxers. He paused, torn with whether or not to give in and continue, to provide himself the release he so desperately desired, or to just ignore his needs like he had on so many other nights over the last year.

Thoughts of last year were still close enough to the surface that they nearly took the decision right out of his hands. Things had changed so much lately though, for the first time in a long while, he was actually starting to think he could be happy again.

Biting down on his lip, he still kept his hand resting at his waist.

Jerking-off while there was someone else in the house wasn’t his best idea. He wasn’t known for being the quietest person when he was being pleasured, whether it be from his own hand or someone else’s. And given that it had been a while, he knew that it would be an intense reaction.

He couldn’t afford to be stupid. Not now. Not with the things going on around him. Not when he was so close to a second time.

But it was Cam…and Heaven knows, he wanted Cameron. So. Damn. Much.

A soft moan escaped his lips as he pressed his palm down over his growing erection. Rubbing his hand over the front of his boxer briefs, he shivered as his fingers brushed against his covered dick. As he continued to massage himself through the cotton material, his breathing started to quicken and he could feel his body getting warmer, even with the ceiling fan blowing cool air over him from above.

Who was he kidding, he was totally doing this.

Underwear quickly found their way onto the floor next to the previously discarded sheet before Evan took himself fully in hand.

There was no doubt in his mind as to whose hand he imagined around his length, stroking lightly at first, applying pressure in all the right places as his hand worked its way up and down. Twisting and tugging just how he liked, fingertips brushing over the slit, smearing it with pre-come.

He could imagine that mouth; almost feel, hot, wet heat surrounding him, a probing tongue hitting that sensitive spot just below his head making him shudder from head to toe.

A fine layer of sweat now covered his body and Evan began to shake as if chilled. He wasn’t cold though. Far from it. His skin was on fire now, every inch ablaze. Pulse racing. Breath gasping.

His other hand wrapped itself in his tags, pulling them down, the chain biting into his neck in a quick moment of pain. An attempt to stave off what he knew was approaching way too quickly.

Turning his head to the side, Evan tried to smother his symphony of sounds into his other pillow. It didn’t seem to be working to well though when his body violently pitched, his back arching off the bed as pleasure pulsed through him, coating his hand and abdomen, and he cried out.

At the last moment, he was able to stop himself from screaming a name, choking it off into a loud groan as he stroked himself through the end of his release.

As he floated down, he hoped that Cameron was a heavy sleeper and that the closed door between them was enough of a barrier.

If not, it was going to make for one awkward morning.