A/N: My first attempt at POV narrative.
Some thoughts from Hunter's POV… this ficlet popped into my head after reading AngelMouse5's 'Really' series and refused to get out, so what's a writer to do?
Thanks Mouse :)
But, of course, this being me - it's slash Cam/Hunter!

Late night musings
By Dany
Rated R (just to be sure)


Darkness, quiet,…utter peace.

Right now, in this bed at this very moment, I think I'm as close as I can get to being completely content.

Warm and comfortable, Cam's fingers intertwined with mine, his body spooned up against my back…we fit together like a pair of gloves. Like it was always meant to be this way. No need for me to even turn my head; his sleeping face is burned into my mind for I've watched him sleep countless times. So I just lie here, holding on to his hand and grinning into the darkness like an idiot, for I am happy, genuinely happy.

At first, I actually had to get used to someone sleeping next to me, and I'm sure he did, too. But now, after spending almost every night together for the past few months, I wouldn't want it any other way. Sometimes it still amazes me that we're actually together. But how does the saying go? Good things come to those who wait. Well, the waiting was hard, but it was definitely worth it!

I know I had to give Cam as much time as he needed to come to terms with his feelings about being with another man. And I am the first man he's been in a relationship with.

It was hard keeping my feelings for him bottled up for fear he might bolt if I told him I loved him. So it took quite a while until I felt safe enough to say it at last. Not that I was sure about it myself right from the start. No, that realization came gradually. I'm not very experienced when it comes to love. Sure, I love my parents, God rest their souls, and Blake, but they are family.

Blake. My other half. My little brother in every sense but the visual. And boy, are we different in appearance. Like yin and yang. And that's exactly why we compliment each other so well.

It always cracks me up how people react when we introduce ourselves as brothers. Then we have to go into the whole adoption spiel, etc. Never fails. I'm glad Blake's the talkative half of us, because I sure as hell wouldn't go through the trouble of explaining our family relations every time. But that's just him; outgoing, charming, always ready to help. As for me…well, I'm still the brooding one, I guess, but thanks to a certain someone right next to me, I think I've lightened up somewhat.

Damn, I miss Blake, but I know he's happy touring the country with Factory Blue, tearing up the tracks and raking in racing trophies.

But it would be so much harder for me to cope with him being gone if it weren't for Cam.

I take a breath – and smile as something tickles my nose. It's faint, but the scent of sex is still in the air. Normally it's me who's out like a light afterwards, but I guess Cam's had a long day at the Wind Academy. They are still short on teachers, and Cam's taken on way too many classes. Poor guy didn't last two minutes after I properly 'tucked him in' for the night. But for some reason, sleep's not claiming me tonight, so my mind is wandering…back to when I walked into his room a few hours ago. Back to the moment that led to the two of us curled up with each other right now, spent and blissful.

He was so wrapped up in his practice that he didn't even notice me at first.

Watching Cam perform a kata is one of the best kinds of foreplay there is. The intense concentration on his face, the way his muscles strain with every turn, the fluidity and grace of his movements – poetry in motion. Depending on which kata he chooses, the exercise can take anywhere from a few minutes to half an hour, but I'm usually totally turned on after only a minute or two of watching him. Not that I would ever interrupt him, though; that's just not done. So I watch - and wait. And I have to admit, the forced restraint holds its own…pleasure. So as I sit and watch but not touch, neither him nor myself, I envision what's to come once he is finished. And when he is, and he plops down next to me onto the mattress, I reach for him and he smiles, knowing that I'm ready, so ready to put into reality everything that I had pictured while watching him.

Having Cam as a friend is great; having him as a lover is even better, though. Things were awkward for him at first, when our relationship turned physical. But once we got past that, a whole new side of him emerged; sensual, enthusiastic about learning and trying new things, not to mention incredibly affectionate.

It's a side of him that he allows no one else but me to see, and that makes me feel damn special.

I'm proud, real proud to call myself his partner. Cam Watanabe – ultracompetent tech wizard, ex-Power Ranger, head teacher of the Wind Academy. To have a man like him love a guy like me - Definitely strokes the ego!

But right now I wouldn't mind someone else stroking something else. I move, wiggle my butt experimentally – and get a silent nudge in response. Cam is awake, so I abandon my comfortable side position and roll onto my back. Two slanted brown eyes look at me, that sensual mouth smiles and I smile back. Then Cam reaches for me.

There are times when we don't need any words to communicate.

Life is good.

THE END