John started tugging at the bottom of Cameron's T-shirt and Cameron pulled back from him to pull it over his head. John took the opportunity to rearrange them both, pulling Cameron's legs onto the sofa and settling himself on his knees between them.
With more skin presented to him, John let his hands explore, running his fingers over the old and recent scars. He never ask about them, and Cameron never asked about his. Bad memories didn't need bringing up. John looked into Cameron's eyes, pupils blown in anticipation and knew his were the same. He leant down and met Cameron in a kiss full of urgency and lust. Breaking apart, John opened Cameron's pants and pulled them and his boxers as far down his thighs as his spread legs would allow. Cameron's cock sprang up hard and ready and John took a minute to run his fingers lightly around it and over Cameron's thighs.
"John…" Cameron said in a pained voice.
John stilled his hands and looked directly into Cameron's eyes as he lowered his face and took him in in one. Cameron dropped his head back onto the arm of the sofa and brought a hand up to John's head as he worked him, sucking and licking and touching just the way he had all those years ago.
It wasn't long before Cameron jerked his hips and came in John's mouth with a groan. When his brain function returned, Cameron looked up to see John wiping at him with the abandoned T-shirt.
"Bedroom." Cameron said and nudged John off of him and pushed him towards the door.
...
Sam was eating toast and reading the local newspaper in the small kitchen when John shuffled in barefoot, wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts. He'd forgotten Cameron shared the house and hoped his mussed-up hair didn't look too different from his usual unruly tufts. Cameron hadn't told him what Sam's views on DADT were, and he hadn't thought to ask.
"John?" Sam paused with her coffee mug halfway to her mouth. "What are you doing here?"
"'Temporary Reassignment'." He said, air-quoting with his fingers, taking the question as referring to him being on Earth, not in her house. Reaching over, he switched the coffee machine on. "Got back yesterday."
"Well, it's good to see you. It's been far too long. How's Atlantis?" She sipped her coffee.
John was pretty sure Sam was just making conversation and knew damn well that he'd stayed over with Cameron last night. He knew she wasn't naïve, and he was grateful to her.
"Fine, yeah. Woolsey's doing a decent job up there." John opened and closed cupboards and eventually found the necessary items and poured himself some cereal.
"Good to hear. So how long are you back for?" Sam asked conversationally after a silence.
"A month or so." He replied with a mouth full of Cameron's brightly coloured sugar-coated cereal. "I'm going back on the next Daedalus run."
"So have you got an off-world team?"
John nodded. "Actually they gave me SG-7. But Landry let me kick off with SG-1 while you're out for the day."
"PY7-592, right? Should be a breeze. Just a regular check-up." John nodded in response and they continued their breakfasts in an easy silence.
"Morning." Cameron said as he appeared at the door. He had ruffled, damp hair and a towel round his shoulders that he was using it to get water out his ear.
"Morning, Cam." Sam greeted him with slightly raised eyebrows and took another bite of her toast. "You could have told me John was coming Earth-side."
"I would have done. If he'd told me." He scowled at John.
"I wanted it to be a surprise." John shrugged it off with a small smile.
Cameron grumbled and poured himself a bowl of cereal. With the only two kitchen chairs taken up, he leaned back against the counter and held the bowl in one hand while he ate.
John stood up to get his coffee and yawned openly.
Sam smirked. "Tired?"
"A little." He replied. "I never sleep well on the Daedalus."
Sam looked at her watch. "You could have slept in longer this morning."
"I would have done." He said and glanced at Cameron. "But I got woken up."
Sam looked over at Cameron but he looked intent on his cereal. She'd known him for years and was one of the only people he'd ever trusted with knowing his sexuality. He'd mentioned a past involvement with John, but he'd never been open with talking about it.
"Well, I have to get going." Sam said to break the somewhat awkward silence and drained the last of her coffee. "I've got a meeting somewhere in China." She pressed a combination of buttons on a hand-held device. "I'll see you guys later. Don't get into any trouble." She waved and disappeared with the white flash of the Daedalus' Asgard beams.
...
"Well this could be going so much better." Cameron panted as he dived behind a rock and scanned the ridge on the other side of the valley. The team had been split up after being attacked and chased on the way back to the gate. Daniel and Teal'c had gone left along a wooded ridge, John and Cameron had gone right along the opposite ridge.
"I say Sam jinxed us." John used his field binoculars to check the tree line for movement.
Cameron grunted and reached for his radio. "Jackson! Teal'c! This is Mitchell, come in!"
There was no reply. "Jackson! Teal'c! Shit, where are those guys?"
A few seconds passed before the radio static burst and Daniel's voice came through. "Mitchell! We're under fire! They're catching up!"
"Mitchell!" John pointed at the movement as two figures ran past a gap in the trees. A few seconds later, a group passed close behind them.
"Shit." Cameron mumbled then thumbed the radio again. "Ok, Jackson, we'll draw them this way, you get through the gate and get reinforcements."
"Mitchell, don't be an-"
"Just do it, Jackson." He interrupted. "That's an order."
"Does he usually follow your orders?" John asked.
"Not yet." Cameron granted. "But if he wants to live he will this time."
Cameron started shooting into the sky to draw the attention of the attackers. It worked and soon there was a large group of angry men running at them fast across the valley.
The two men watched the approaching mob in silence for a moment.
John cleared his throat. "Ok, so they're coming for us now. What if we want to live?"
"Run!" Cameron stood up and started off. John followed and soon caught up.
"This is your plan?" He asked incredulously. "The leader of the mighty SG-1 and all you can come up with is 'run'?"
"Got anything better?" Cameron glared at him. "If we're quick, I think this path is a shortcut to the gate."
They picked up the pace and turned a corner. Only to come face to face with another group of the attackers lying in wait for them. They only had time to look surprised before two pulse shots hit them, spiralling them into blackness.
...
"Morning, Sunshine!" Cameron said brightly when John stirred to consciousness.
"What happened?" He asked thickly as he tried to prop himself up on the damp wall behind him.
Cameron sighed and counted off on his fingers. "My plan sucked. We got shot. We got our asses dragged to this festering hell-hole." He waved a hand to encompass the dark room they were in. There were no windows in the black stone walls, the only light coming from a small flaming torch above the rusty metal door. There were suspicious-looking puddles on the floor and a strong smell of rotting flesh in the air.
John laughed. "Is that the short version?"
"Pretty much." Cameron grumbled.
John sighed. "The best laid plans, and all that."
There was a clang of metal and the door of the room ground open to reveal a tall, heavily tattooed man with giant muscles. He stepped forward.
"Who is the one they call Mitchell?" His voice was deep and gravelly and matched his appearance perfectly.
The men exchanged brief looks then Cameron looked suspiciously at the intruder. "Who wants to know?"
He stood up a little taller. "I serve the mighty Granac."
"Never heard of him." John said offhandedly and looked at Cameron who shrugged and shook his head in response.
"You are in a minority, I assure you." He said, snarling down at them. "All those who have known his wrath cower at his name."
"That's what they all say." Cameron countered.
The man growled. "My master grows impatient. He wishes for Mitchell to be brought to his chamber."
"What for? Tea and crumpets?" Cameron asked and John tried to keep in a laugh. Winding up captors could be a lot of fun.
"Silence!" The man was getting agitated and he flexed his muscles threateningly. "When my master gets impatient, it will be you who pay! I assure you the longer this takes the harsher the treatment will be."
Cameron was about to speak when John stood up, waving a subtle hand for Cameron to keep quiet.
"I'm Mitchell." He said.
A horrid smile revealed black-stained teeth. "Very good. Prepare to be brought before the mighty Granac."
The man stepped forward and slapped John hard around the head with a heavy hand. He sneered as he grabbed him by the front of his shirt and threw him to another man outside. John tried to resist but the blow to the head had stunned him and co-ordinating arms and legs was proving difficult and he was easily held in a tight grip.
"I have to say," John slurred, "if this is how you treat your guests-"
He was silenced by a back-hand slap and he could taste blood before he went limp in the guard's arms.
The door slammed shut and Cameron was left alone.
