Notes: For kink bingo, somehowunbroken , and rinkafic .
Pairing: Cam Mitchell/John Sheppard
Word count: 520
Cam looked at John as he slept, covered in come and well fucked. He had held back, letting his buddies have a turn with his boyfriend, watching and getting more and more aroused by the minute. It had been weird, watching John suck Jake’s cock while he took Harvey’s dick up his ass. He had been there only to watch and to make sure they behaved themselves. But by the time the tenth guy had come and fucked John, he was seriously getting close to ejaculation. Cam watched as John passed out, feeling his dick constricting his pants. He looked at his sleeping partner and exhaled, going to his side.
“God, John… That was so fucking fantastic…” Cam told him softly, watching for movement as he unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, pulling his hard cock out. He caressed John’s firm ass, feeling the residue of come all over him. Cam teased his puckered entrance, sliding right in as he pushed hard into John, feeling how loose he was and how the left over lube and cum squished as he fucked him, rocking his hips back and forth hard, pushing to the brim. Cam moaned out, gripping John’s hips as he pushed him into the mattress, fucking with abandon.
John moaned sleepily. “So good,” he said with a slur, pushing deeper into the mattress as he gripped Cam’s cock tighter.
“Yes, John. So good, so very good, baby,” Cam told him gently as he fucked him. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” John told him, his exhaustion evident. “Feels so good,” he said.
“I’m getting so close…” Cam told him, feeling his balls tighten as he thrust faster. He shuddered and came, his vision going white for a few minutes as he went limp inside John. Cam felt his dick slip out of John’s abused and messy ass, lying down next to him, completely spent.
Cam stirred, hearing the shower running. He got up, going to the bathroom. “Hey, John?”
John poked his head out from behind the curtain; soap suds making it stand up even more than normal. “Hey. Are you going to get in here? I could use some help. I’m sore as fuck,” he said, his voice rough with exhaustion.
Cam climbed into the shower. “Sure. So… how was it?” he asked awkwardly, getting the soap and helping John wash himself, gently scrubbing him clean.
“Fuck… I- I kind of want to do it again… especially if you repeat what you did last night…”
“You liked that? Someone just coming in and fucking you in your sleep?” Cam asked, washing John carefully.
“I did. I don’t think I’d like it if it wasn’t you… but you were… It was ok with you,” John explained, shrugging and suddenly not making eye contact as the water poured over them.
Cam kissed his lips. “I love you, John.”
“Yeah. Me too,” John told him.
“Let me wash up really quick and we can go home,” Cam told him.
“Sounds good,” John told him. “I’d like to sleep in a dry bed for a change…”
Cam laughed as John grinned.