discontentAuthor: Leia/Camshaft22
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Atlantis
Rating: R
Notes: For kink bingo. I don't own anything, not even my car. Thanks
race_the_ace for all your help!Pairing: Cameron Mitchell/ John Sheppard.
Word count: 523
Square: Tickling
John looked at Cam, shaking his head no. “No. Fuck off,” John said as he backed away from Cam’s out stretched hands.
“You earned this for stealing the last of the pie,” he said, moving towards him.
“I didn’t know,” John said, giving him a look of innocence.
“Bullshit,” Cam told him.
John frowned, looking at him with a questioning look in his eyes. “Alright, alright,” he said with a sigh. “If I let you tickle me, will you be happy?”
“I’m happy with you anyway, but it is a fitting punishment,” Cam told him.
“You’re such a baby,” John said with frown.
“And you’re a thief. Momma made that before she went home.”
“She said it was for both of us.”
“It. Was. The. LAST. Piece!” Cam said.
“You’re such a baby.”
“Get on the fucking couch!”
***
John lay on the couch, barefoot and shirtless as Cam went to get something.
“Close your eyes,” Cam told him, his voice sounding gentle and kind.
“Should I be nervous?” John asked as he closed his eyes, smirking up at him, as if he knew where Cam was.
“Not at all,” Cam said, sweetly.
John scoffed as he laid back and Cam grinned, gently running a feather across the bottom of his feet. He jerked away.
“Stop that,” he said, fidgeting as he let out a forced giggle.
“Nope. You have to take your punishment!” Cam announced with glee.
John flipped him off. “You’re a cruel bastard, Mitchell, you know that?”
“I learned it from my great Uncle, also named Cameron,” Cam told him as he gently tickled John’s soles with the feather.
“Fucking…! God… That tickles!”
“Kind of the point there, hot shot,” Cam told him with a smirk as John jerked away from the feather. Cam smirked and tickled a little harder, drawing several circles with the tip as John laughed and jerked slightly.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you so much,” John said as he was overcome with giggles, wiggling on the couch.
“You love me, you love me, you love me so much,” Cam told him, stopping his assault.
John stopped and panted, trying to catch his breath. “I… I do. I do. You know, that thing, with the words,” he said, waving helplessly as Cam drew back, putting the feather down. “I feel… Things for you. And you know that, right? What I, I feel for you.”
“I do. But it doesn’t hurt to tell me more. And not steal my pie.”
“But I steal it to show you how I really feel for you,” John told him. “That I do love you. I love you, Cam. It’s hard for me to say, but I do love you. I love you,” he said, opening his eyes and looking up at him.
Cam leaned in close, kissing John tenderly on the lips. “I like the sound of this.”
“You are such a Fucker.”
“True. Shall I show you how much of a fucker I am?”
John scoffed. “Worst pick up line ever.”
“You would know.”
John grinned and started laughing as he pulled Cam close.
Fin