It's Only You and Me
a series of Moments in Cameron and Daniel's relationship
summary:a series of moments in Cameron and Daniel's relationship as they come together
genre: Romance
rated: PG-13 (just cause of the all the kissies and occasional dirtyness)
content warnings: swearing, boy/boy lovin
author note: each story is paired with a song lyric that either fit with the specific chapter or inspired that chapter. i just love these boys together :) whether its the actors or the characters or a mix of both I feel like there's this wonderful chemistry between Cameron and Daniel and I wanted to explore that from a slash and romantic standing.
disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to MGM and the creators of Stargate SG1. The characters are not mine, as much as i would like to keep them and play with them all day n the way I wish they would have them play with each other on the show ;)
"Well, all I really wanna do is to love you, a kind much closer than friends use. But I still can't say it after all we've been through"
"If It Kills Me" - Jason Mraz
*takes place right after Season 9's Beachhead*
Daniel stretched back against the armrest of the couch. His back arched over the edge as he used the leverage to work out the kinks, his legs stretching out on the cushions, careful not to drop the laptop balanced on the pillow in his lap. Satisfied with the pop he heard and felt, his body retracted to his former position, absently scratching at his chest through his T-shirt, casually resting longways on the couch. He once again hunched over the laptop as he read an online journal about some archaeologist claiming he had found new proof that the lost city of Atlantis was linked to Tibet like Nazi theorists from the 1930s surmised.
"Yeah, not so much," Daniel chuckled to himself. Occasionally in his off-time Daniel enjoyed looking at his former colleagues' new theories about things that he himself knew the truth about, interested in seeing if they were close but secretly enjoying when they were way off base. There were other things he'd rather do in his spare time, but with his line of work it made it damn near impossible to have something that resembled a normal life.
He exited the internet link and was about to go do another search when his doorbell interrupted him. Daniel glanced at his watch and saw that his day-off was now well into the late evening. Glancing out the window Daniel saw that it was still raining heavily. Curious as to who would come by in this kind of weather at this time of night, Daniel closed the laptop and placed it on the coffee table as he got up off the couch. He reached into the coffee table drawer and grabbed the boot knife he kept in there. It was something Jack insisted upon, saying that if he wasn't going to have a gun at home that he should at least have a few self-defense items around the house considering the amount of times they'd all had unpleasant encounters off-base.
Slipping it behind his back and tucking it into the waist band of his baggy sweat pants that rested lazily on his hips, he made his way over to the front door. Opening it revealed a very wet Cameron Mitchell.
"Mitchell? What the hell...Come in!" Daniel, surprised, ushered the dripping man into the house.
"Sorry to bother you, Jackson," Cameron apologized, kicking off his wet, grey converse sneakers. Thankfully it was a warm spring night so he didn't have his leather jacket on, but his jeans were soaked through.
"Not a problem," Daniel said, his curiosity onto why Cam had dropped by became temporarily distracted by Cam's soaked through T-shirt. The shirt was dark grey, a 'Welcome to fabulous Las Vegas' looking sign that instead said, "Welcome to fabulous Kansas City." Beneath the sign read 'What happens in Kansas City really doesn't matter." Daniel shook his head, laughing to himself. "I'll get you a towel and change of clothes."
"Thanks," Cam said as Daniel turned and headed down the hall. Cam shifted awkwardly, nervous, praying that Daniel wouldn't ask why he had driven his motorcycle in the rain all the way from his apartment on the other side of Colorado Springs to Daniel's bungalow. Truth was he wasn't exactly sure himself.
He peeled off his dripping T-shirt just as Daniel returned with a large towel, a navy pair of sweatpants similar to the black ones he himself was wearing, and a grey zip-up hoodie.
"Um," Daniel faltered for a minute at the sight of a wet, shirtless Mitchell. He quickly recovered and handed the items to Cameron. "Here. You can change in the bathroom. Just leave you're wet clothes over the side of the tub."
"Thanks, Jackson," Cam nodded and headed down the hall into the bathroom. Daniel took a shaky breath as Cameron disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He grabbed a beer from the fridge for his guest and a water bottle for himself and made his way back into the living room. Placing the drinks onto the coffee table next to his abandoned laptop and the knife back in its drawer, Daniel resumed his previous position on the couch. Back against the arm rest, this time he bent his knees towards him instead of stretching his legs out, leaving half the couch for Cam to occupy.
Not moments later, Cameron came walking in, clad in the sweat pants and the hoodie zipped up to his chest. Cam was towel drying his head, tufts of his hair sticking up at all angles. Daniel had to take in another breath trying to calm the fluttering of his heart. Placing the towel over the other armrest, Cameron sat beside Daniel's feet on the couch, leaning forward on his thighs, hands clasped together on top of his knees. They sat in silence for a few moments before Cameron spoke up.
"Sorry again about interruptin' you're night off, Jackson," Cam said.
"You weren't interrupting anything important," Daniel reassured, "and not that I don't mind the company, but can I ask why the hazardous trip through a torrential downpour to pay a visit?"
"Storm knocked out my power. I was bored," Cam quickly supplied, trying to sound nonchalant as he avoided looking at the other man.
"Oh," Daniel replied, his tone obviously conveying his doubt in Cam's answer. "Really?"
"No," Cam sighed. "I just...wanted to hang out I guess."
"We're about to spend the next three days off world together after spending nearly a month on base without a day off," Daniel said, an incredulous tone lacing his voice. "I'd think you'd want a brake from my persistent ramblings, even if it is just one night."
"Why would I want that?" Cam asked, looking up at Daniel, mirroring Daniel's previous tone with his own incredulous expression across his face.
"C'mon, Cam," Daniel laughed. "I know we've become friends, but even Sam and Teal'c get sick of my ramblings after a little while."
Cam hurriedly reached for the beer on the coffee table, taking a swig as if it was liquid courage. He nursed the bottle in his hands for a moment before shaking his head, placing it down upon a nearby coaster, and looked back up at Daniel.
"I like you're ramblings. I like the sound of your voice," Cam admitted. "I find it relaxing."
Daniel was taken back by Cam's words. Never did he think anyone one would find his lengthy explanations about ancient history relaxing, especially a military man like Mitchell who possessed a thirst for adventure.
"Is that why you came here? To tell me you find my voice relaxing?" Daniel asked, not sure of the answer he was going to receive.
"No. Well, yeah, but not really," Cam stumbled to find the words.
"Oh well that clears it up," Daniel teased, biting his bottom lip as he waited for Cameron to untangle his words and enlighten Daniel.
"I came over because I wanted to hear your voice," Cam started. "I've gotten so used to seeing and hearing you everyday that I was going crazy today by myself. It just felt unfinished, the day; like its not really a complete day without hearing you ramble on about some archaeological phenomenon or just a random lengthy reply to a simple question."
Daniel didn't respond. He just continued to bite on his lower lip, holding his breath as Cameron spoke. This had to be a dream. Daniel was convinced he had fallen asleep while reading that online journal and this was a dream. The slight pain in his bottom lip as his teeth sunk in told him otherwise though.
"Ya know, put me in a room full of Ori soldiers or leave me drifting in space in a 302 and I'm calm as hell," Cameron chuckled nervously, bringing a hand to rub the back of his neck, "but ask me how I'm feelin' and I'm scared shitless." Cameron again looked into Daniel's face, his eyes locking onto Daniel's. "But those didn't kill me. So I gotta do this, even if this is the thing that does."
"Cam," Daniel tried to interrupt but Cameron just shook his head slightly.
"Daniel, I gotta say this before I wuss out," he sighed. "I'm terrified right now. To tell you that I wanna be with you every minute of the day, through all your schpiel's and ecstatic rants when you make some discovery about something that happened thousands of years ago. To tell you that I love that you're not a morning person and can't function properly without a huge cup of coffee. I love that you're grumpy when I wake you up off world and you throw your notebook at my head. How you touch some of the hieroglyphics as you're translating them. Or that you bite your lip when you're unsure of the reaction you're gonna get if you say what you're thinking or when someone's telling you something insane. Kinda like now."
At Cameron's smile, Daniel released his bottom lip from the death grip of his teeth, it stinging slightly as the blood flow returned.
"I'm terrified to tell you all this. I'm terrified of the feelings I have for you. But thinking that I missed my shot at being with you because I couldn't say all this to you terrifies me even more." Cam held his breath as he waited for a response from Daniel. The other man just stared at him intensely, a kaleidoscope of emotions flickering across his face at all once. Suddenly Daniel leaned forward on his knees, and lunged at Cameron, placing both hands on either side of Cameron's neck and pulled him in.
Daniel kissed him long and hard as Cam wrapped an arm around Daniel's back and the other at the back of his head, pulling him down, fingers threading through his hair. Their first kiss continued for a few more moments, alternating between soft and intense as they drank each other in. Reluctantly Cameron pulled away.
"Daniel, are you sure this is what you want," Cam whispered, his voice shaky as he tried to reclaim control of his breathing, the kiss he'd been waiting for months having taken it away. "'Cause I'm not looking for a short lil' thing. I want this for real."
"Cam," Daniel hesitated on his words, resisting the urge to bite his bottom lip. "I've never been lucky when it comes to relationships. It just...doesn't seem to last long. I never know or get what I really want. But I can't tell you how long I've wanted to kiss you."
"So you're sure we should do this?" Cam asked again, not really sure if he wanted to hear his friend's answer.
"No," Daniel shook his head, leaning forward so his forehead touched Cameron's. "But I am sure I've wanted nothing more than this."
Cameron smiled, his fingers playing at Daniel's hair. Daniel smiled back, his thumb gently stroking the muscle in Cameron's neck. Both men were beaming at the idea of being together, hoping that despite the universe's infinite way of making things difficult for SG1, maybe the powers that be could give a couple soon-to-be-lovers a break.