By:  bugchicklv   




SEASON/SPOILERS:  Season 10 “The Pegasus Project”

WARNINGS:  Sexual Situations 


AUTHOR’S NOTES:  Partially beta'd by kueble (sorry I couldn't wait to have you beta the rest sweetie!)



Vala looked at Daniel, his head buried in the crook of his arm as he slept on the table, then smiled at Cameron. “Funny. He doesn’t look excited,” she quipped.

“Trust me. Like a kid who was up all night on Christmas Eve.”

“I thought we imposed a moratorium on cultural references I wouldn’t understand.”

It took everything Cameron had not to roll his eyes. Instead he dutifully clarified, “So excited… he was up all night.”

“It’s only because he was worried sick about the success of the mission,” Vala said, the concern evident in her voice.

As he tickled his archeologist’s ear Cameron thought to himself, If only she knew.

                                                                                                         * * * * * *

Deep in the shadows of the hallway on the Odyssey Cameron watched Daniel as he studied his notes. He knew how much this trip meant to the other man--personally, not just to their little galaxy. Daniel sighed, closing the book and his eyes, then stretched his neck from side to side. Mitchell could hear it pop from across the room and winced. He knew the scientist needed to relax. Better yet, Daniel needed a good night’s sleep and Cam was tempted to order him to get some rack time. But Cam knew he wouldn’t comply. So instead of trying to get Daniel to see reason, he decided that a different approach was in order.

When the exhausted man peeled his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose Mitchell pushed himself off the wall and strode into the room.

“Hello there, Sunshine. Thought you’d want this,” the Lt. Colonel said handing him a steaming mug of coffee.

Daniel grabbed the cup and sniffing the aroma appreciatively said, “Really? I figured you’d be ordering me to get some sleep.”

Evidently Daniel knew him all to well. “Honestly? That was my first instinct,” he replied with a smile. “But I know better than to get between you and your work, let alone distract you from your excitement about finally going to Atlantis.”

Nodding Daniel told him softly, “Thank you.”

Confused as to what he was being thanked for, Cameron asked, “For what? It’s just a cup of coffee.”

“Yes, for that. But I meant for bringing me along.”

Cameron watched as Daniel sipped from the mug and answered, “Like it was even an option to leave you at the SGC; you’d never let me hear the end of it! Besides, we’re a team Jackson. SG-1 coming to the rescue of Earth, saving the universe for the millionth time and all that." With a grin he added, "Of course, you should be used to doing that by now.”

“You really are such a groupie,” Jackson told him, the smile spreading across his lips.

Cameron quirked his brow as if to say, “And?”

Patting the empty space on the mattress next to him Daniel elaborated. “No really. You didn’t have to bring me.” Cameron sat down, scooting closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Mitchell pushed him forward and swung his leg around so that the younger man could nestle between his thighs, and Daniel continued. “You could have simply given my notes to any number of people on Atlantis and asked them to do the research. After all, it’s not like the whole team is here.”

Mitchell spread his fingers wide and wrapped them around Daniel’s neck massaging the kinks from the sore muscles. “First of all,” Cameron began, “Teal’c had to stay behind. Would you rather it was Vala who sat by the gate and monitored the success of the mission?”

Pushing back into the strong hands Jackson murmured, “Well, when you put it that way…”

“And second, no one knows your research like you do. What if they couldn’t find what they were looking for, or if the information was misleading? You think on your feet, improvise well, and know when things seem hinky.” Cameron wrapped his arms around Daniel hugged him tightly. “Besides, I wouldn’t trust anyone else, not knowing how important it is to find Merlin’s weapon, especially if our little plan doesn’t work out.”

“They do have an odd tendency to do that, don’t they?” Daniel asked, bemused, leaning back into the embrace.

Cameron craned his neck forward to rest his head on Daniel’s shoulder. He kissed the other man’s cheek and then grabbed Daniel’s chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. “That they do. Now how about I do a little something to give your brain a rest?”

With a naughty smile Daniel teased, “I don’t know. That might prove to be quite a difficult job. Think you’re up for it?”

Grabbing Daniel’s hand, pressing it hard against the bulge in his pants, he whispered seductively, “Oh, I’m always up for it Jackson.”

“Prove it.”

Mitchell wasn’t sure if that was a dare…or an order. But it really didn’t matter since, either way, he intended to comply. After all, he was certain that it was not supposed to be taken as simply a suggestion. So he slid one calloused palm down the front of Daniel’s pants, not bothering to unfasten them, using the tightness of the material to his advantage, creating even more pressure as he worked Daniel’s throbbing cock.

Daniel scooted down the bed to nestle more snuggly into Cameron’s crotch. His hips rose in time with Cameron’s pumping, his head lolled back and forth against the other man’s chest. “Cam,” he panted, reaching for the button on his pants.

Cameron slapped Daniel’s hand away and pulled his arm back to tuck it between them, arching slightly to press his own cock against his lover’s back. “No,” Mitchell growled; because if Daniel was giving out orders, then it was only fair that Mitchell be the one in charge of how he wanted to carry them out.

He knew all of Daniel’s buttons by now, knew exactly what the man liked and how he liked it. Alternating his strokes between hard and fast and hard and agonizingly slow, Mitchell jacked Daniel’s cock, his thumb sliding up to brush over the aching crown, the drops of pre-come that leaked from the tip carried down the shaft and worked into the tender flesh. His free hand slipped under Daniel’s shirt, his fingertips caressing the taut flesh of Daniel’s stomach.

“Please, Cam,” Daniel pleaded, moaning, desperate for release.

“Shh,” Cameron whispered as his fingernails circled one of Jackson’s nipples. “Not yet.”

His dick throbbed in time with the moans and groans coming from Daniel. And he couldn’t believe how much more turned on he got as his lover babbled incoherently in some other language. But with an iron will he held on to his own desire and tightened his grip as he stroked. Mitchell closed his eyes to revel in the way Jackson felt in his palm and under his fingertips; teasing, pumping, rubbing--he wanted this to go on forever.

Mitchell could tell that Daniel was practically insane with need from the way his hand twisted tightly into the bed linens, how his heels dug firmly into the mattress, seeing his neck arched as he buried his head into Cameron’s chest. Knowing what torture this was for him Cameron gave in; and as he pinched Daniel’s nipple tightly he said, “Now.”

And with that one word Daniel exploded in Cameron’s palm, the come soaking through the front of his pants. Mitchell, pleased with the results, secretly dared Daniel to deny being tired now.

All the while hoping he was up for more.

After what seemed like hours, Daniel twisted around onto his hands and knees to look Cameron in the eyes; and with a feral grin he told him, “Your turn.”

Yes, Cameron thought wickedly, this was going to be one very long night.



                                                                              ** The End **   



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