Prompt: Taken from the Tumblr named 'OTP Prompts'. Prompt was:

'Imagine your OTP getting dressed in the morning, Person A however is feeling a bit playful and decides to hold a piece of Person B's clothing hostage so Person B has to try and get it back'

Setting: Set before Zac ever grew a tail, back when he and Cam were best friends and early morning swimming practice was the worst of their concerns. Pre-Canon and Pre-ZacEvie.

Rating: T

Pairings: Cam x Zac

Warnings: Told you I'd finally manage to write some actual CamZac fluff someday. Contains slash, swearing and sexual comedy. 'Mysterious objects' and 'reactions' are mentioned and also, Cam is a moody little bitch in the mornings. This fanfiction is definitely the child of my need for more Cam-appreciation.

Recommended Listening: Light at the End of the Tunnel - Kerry Muzzey

Early Mornings

Cam was woken up by the alarming experience of being stepped on by Zac.

"Whoops. Sorry," Zac mumbled groggily as he hobbled off of Cam's stomach, moving over towards the chest of drawers that his room housed.

"Watchit," Cam slurred, his words blurring together as his brain failed to separate them.

Not feeling like waking up quite yet, Cam pulled the pillow beneath his head down against his chest and hugged it protectively, crushing his face down into it. He screwed his eyes shut to block out the light and tried with as much early-morning effort as he could muster to ignore the sound of Zac stumbling around.

All chance of sleep was ruined, however, when Zac turned on his stereo. Cam didn't care that they had similar music tastes; the alternating guitar chords were disturbing his peace and quiet. With an entirely undignified groan, he forced his eyes open and glanced around blearily, trying to make sense of what was going on.

Zac was rummaging through his drawers, dressed solely in his underwear and socks -a sleeping habit Cam enjoyed openly mocking him about- as he mumbled along half-heartedly to the song lyrics. Cam had to admit that it was not a particularly unpleasant sight to awaken to. Zac was unmistakably well-built from all the swimming he did, and Cam was going through the experimental, questioning phase of his adolescence. In the dazed, careless mind-set of the morning, he forgot what he was annoyed about for a moment as he just watched the hypnotic cycle of Zac withdrawing and returning his clothes to and from his draws, his mind slowly catching up with his eyes.

When he realised that he was staring, he quickly shook himself out of the stupor and focused. Identifying Zac as the culprit of the unwelcome music, Cam grabbed a spare trainer lying under Zac's bed and lobbed it over at him. He was a surprisingly good shot considering the early hour and the fact that he was sprawled on the floor, hitting Zac right in the small of his back.

"The hell Cam?" Zac demanded grumpily as he turned to see what had hit him, finding Cam smirking smugly in return.

"The hell are you doing, Zac?" Cam responded without missing a beat, his tiredness amplifying the irritated whine in his tone. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Ten past eight in the morning," Zac said, "which means I am already ten minutes late for swimming practice."

Urgh. Swimming practice. Cam looked around for the second trainer to throw at Zac, but unfortunately Zac's disorganisation meant that the other half of the pair was missing. Muttering to himself about Zac's inadequacy, Cam hoisted himself up onto his elbows and glowered over at his friend. If looks could kill.

"I don't get it. Why do you invite me over for a sleepover when you have stupid swimming practice in the morning?" Cam said sulkily, very nearly sounding like a spoilt tweenage brat. It required all his effort to stop himself from pouting.

"So you can help me find my clothes. All my shit seems to be in the wash at the moment. Can you grab my T-shirt from yesterday for me?" Zac replied without looking over at Cam, still rifling through his draws. Even from where Cam lay, it was obvious that Zac did have spare clothes tucked away, but one unexpected trait Cam knew that Zac possessed was his particularity about clothes. It wasn't that he had an especially eccentric or fashionable sense of style, it was simply that his attire had to be right. Whatever that entailed, only Zac could say, but it meant that he could be far more of a stereotypical teenage girl than the real ones, spending ages deliberating over the right choice. It was something Cam would never understand, but had adjusted to.

"Yeah, fine, whatever," Cam muttered, rolling over onto his side to search under the bed more effectively for the rogue shirt. "It's the blue one, right?"

"With stripes, yeah."

Rummaging around through all the crap Zac kept stuffed away beneath his bed, Cam eventually happened upon the T-shirt. It lay in a miserable, crumpled pile beside the bedside table, quickly snatched up by a victorious grab from Cam. "Got it," he announced, returning out from under the bed to hold the T-shirt proudly in the air.

"Great. Now I just need to find my trousers, and maybe I won't miss all of class," Zac said, leaving the draws behind to stalk around the room, searching for the trousers in question.

"What, not even a thank you?" Cam demanded, and the hurt in his voice sounded genuine. He was more sensitive than normal in the mornings.

"Piss off Cam," Zac dismissed him, diving down the back of the sofa in the hope of clothing.

"Well, if you're going to be like that then," Cam said huffily, shoving the T-shirt underneath him and lying down upon it, trapping it. "You can damn well turn up to class shirtless."

"Cam, stop being an idiot," Zac said with an exasperated eye roll and shake of his head, clearly not taking Cam's threat seriously.

"No, I mean it. You wake me up at some ungodly hour to be your clothes bitch, and not one word of appreciation. I'm going on strike," Cam said with as much grandeur as he could muster, crossing his arms firmly over his chest.

Locating his trousers down the back of the television, Zac struggled into them before finally turning to address Cam. "Okay, I get it. Thank you so much for all your inhumanly hard work, Cam. Now, will you please give me my shirt back?"

"No," Cam said simply, tossing his hair back as much as was possible whilst lying down. "I don't think you appreciate me enough to deserve it."

Naming Cam a string of curse words under his breath, Zac drew up beside him, looking down at his best friend. "I'm serious now. Last warning before I acquire it through sheer force."

"I'd like to see you try," Cam snipped back, the challenge sounding remarkably convincing. Sure he knew that Zac could physically outmatch him, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to put up a fight. If Zac missed his swimming lesson because of him then he'd get what he deserved.

"You're in for it now," Zac said, the threat in his voice marginalised by the grin he broke into. Dropping down to the floor, Zac clambered onto Cam without a second of warning, completely at ease with it. With a professional briskness, his hands went to Cam's side and started trying to grab hold of the shirt, fishing around under Cam's back.

"Zac, get off of me you rapist," Cam protested, forgetting to scowl as he started grinning, trying to shove Zac off of him.

"You're the one who seems to want me shirtless," Zac pointed out, unrelenting as he attempted to pry Cam off from the floor.

"You got me Zac. This is all a part of my nefarious plan to get you naked. Next thing you know, I'll have acquired your trousers too, and good luck attending swimming practice like that without getting arrested," Cam quipped back, his speech fragmented as he periodically paused to fight back against Zac's grip on him.

"So that's why you like attending my swimming classes, huh? Then again, I suppose who could resist me when I'm swimming?" Zac said through his teeth as he successfully caught a hold on the material, now faced with the task of tugging it out from underneath Cam's torso.

"Only the ones at a sensible hour, remember," Cam retorted in desperation as he went about using his feet to push Zac off of him.

Pulling the T-shirt free from underneath the blonde, Zac swiftly tugged it down over his head, pushing his arms through the sleeves, and then grinned down triumphantly at the defeated Cam. "I win again."

"Bastard," Cam muttered, fidgeting awkwardly. Having Zac straddling his middle felt somewhat… intimate, and even at the early hour he could feel himself having what his mother liked to refer to as a 'reaction'.

"You know, you can stop inviting me around if this is all you're going to have me do. I could spend my Saturdays sleeping in, like any normal teenager should," Cam said grumpily, averting his eyes from Zac's face to a spot on the ceiling. The usual mantra of he's your best friend, he's your best friend, played through his head as he tried to ignore the weight of Zac's contact.

"Aw come on, last night was fun," Zac said, still sat there perfectly calmly as though straddling your best friend was the most normal thing in the world. Maybe it was, providing there were no other feelings attached. He's your best friend, he's your best friend. "If you hadn't come over we never would have discovered how long pizza could stick to the ceiling for."

"Waste of a good pizza," Cam muttered bitterly, although any real fight had left him. It was hard to stay angry at someone who was the ignorant subject of his experimental teenage sexuality. 'It's just a phase,' his mother had assured him, without meaning to sound homophobic or cruel. Still, it made what he was feeling then only all the more unsettling.

"You can be so insecure sometimes," Zac said, shaking his head and shifting his weight, still not leaving his position on top of Cam. "I invited you over because I wanted to hang out. Until dad phoned, I'd completely forgotten about swimming."

"Doctor Blakely phoned?" Cam asked, completely unable to remember that part.

"Yeah, right about when you were drooling on my pillow, snoring," Zac said flatly, although he did so with a smile. Cam gave no reply, sniffing haughtily. He did not snore.

"So, am I forgiven?" Zac asked, looking down and meeting Cam's gaze. Cam quickly looked away, concerned that eye contact would only encourage his 'reaction'.

"Yeah, I guess so," he answered with a shrug that was meant to seem disinterested. Zac seemed to interpret it as resentment, however, for he groaned in frustration.

"Great, now you're going to be a total drama queen all week."

"Hey, I'm proud of my ability to hold a grudge you know," Cam retorted, trying to smile whilst keeping the flush out of his cheeks. If Zac would just get off of him, maybe he could think a little more coherently.

Scowling down at Cam, not looking impressed, Zac deliberated for a moment before choosing his response. "You're pissed at me because you think I don't appreciate you enough, right?" Zac asked.

"Your cruel ways have left me jaded and bitter," Cam replied melodramatically, fidgeting as he tried to move Zac's placement to an area that was slightly less personal.

"Well then, that's easily solved."

Placing a hand squarely in the centre of Cam's chest, keeping him pressed firmly down against the floor, Zac leaned forward. Cam was convinced he must be moving to do anything but what he was imagining, and yet Zac then brought their faces intimately close together. He waited for a moment, giving Cam long enough to call it off but not lingering so much as to make it awkward, and then with a gentleness that seemed uncharacteristic of someone so strong, he pressed his lips down upon Cam's, kissing him softly.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds, Zac's lips against Cam's, before Zac pulled back, straightening. Its brevity mattered not, however, for all Cam could feel were emotional fireworks setting off left right and centre in his chest as his heart felt as if it was failing. Only the rush of hormones that had flooded his bloodstream were pining for it to be longer, causing Cam's lips to follow after Zac's retreating ones for a fraction of a second, ghosting after the lost kiss.

Zac opened his mouth to speak, and then decided against it. Instead, he leant back down again, stole another quick kiss from Cam, and then rolled off of him to sit beside him on the floor.

For all the times Cam had planned and imagined it –the kiss, the kiss-, he still found himself speechless afterwards, with absolutely no idea of what to say. His head was swimming, his cheeks burning up with no chance of his being able to stop them, and his lips felt pleasantly hypersensitive, humming, if lips could even do such a thing. "Well," he said, his own surprise showing in his voice, "that was rather forward."

"So was the mysterious object pressing into my leg," Zac replied coolly. If the kiss had dazzled -yes, dazzled felt appropriate to Cam here- him as much as it had Cam, he certainly wasn't showing it, calm and composed as he looked back at his best friend. The one he'd just kissed.

His face burning hotter, Cam bit down on his lower lip and tried to cover up his embarrassment. It didn't help that the 'mysterious object' was still ever so slightly noticeable.

"Well, I've got swimming to get to," Zac said, breaking the awkward silence as he stood, brushing down his rumpled clothing.

"So you're the love 'em and leave 'em type then?" Cam joked, laughing nervously as he watched Zac stand.

"You got me," Zac said, grinning, and that grin dispelled any fear Cam had about their friendship being eternally ruined and Zac hating him forever. "Or, at least I am until after I've been lectured by my swimming coach. After that, I'm kind of hoping that you'll still be here."

"Oh, well, I sort of had a busy morning of sleeping planned, but I suppose I could fit you in somewhere," Cam said, rolling over onto his front and hugging the pillow again, this time out of barely containable joy. He had to keep it together in front of Zac though, for his reputations sake if nothing else.

"I'm touched," Zac said, laughing as well now.

He paused for a moment, glancing over at the door that he was supposed to have left through thirty minutes ago, before turning back to Cam. Crouching down, he ducked forward, caught Cam's jaw and kissed him one last time. "You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that for," he said as their lips parted, his smile even more complimentary than his words.

"Hey, go get lectured. I didn't retrieve that shirt for nothing you know," Cam said, leaning closer and lightly brushing their noses together, resisting the urge to beg Zac to stay instead.

"I suppose I wouldn't want you getting in a sulk again, not after all your hard work," Zac said quietly.

Straightening out of his crouch, he grabbed his swim bag from beside the bed and then walked over to the door, lingering at it to glance back at Cam. "I'll see you after swimming," he called, his eyes wandering over the length of Cam and back before resting on his face.

"I shall await your return with baited breath my darling," Cam drawled back, stretching himself out and tugging the pillow closer. "Now stop procrastinating and go get shouted at."

Rolling his eyes in resignation, Zac dawdled a few seconds longer before peeling himself away from the door, shutting it behind him with a soft click, leaving Cam alone in his apartment.

Given the privacy of solitude, Cam buried his face into the fabric of the pillow and released a small, high-pitched noise. He sounded like a total girl, but in all honesty he didn't care. The point was that Zac had kissed him and Cam imagined that he would continue in that fashion upon returning.

Rolling onto his back and collapsing with a blissful sigh, Cam looked up at the ceiling and gave it a crooked smile, grinning from ear to ear. "Totally worth getting stepped on."