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oops this got a little more intense than I expected. not exactly nsfw but p close.

Cam tastes like anise and smells like the good kind of shaving cream. It's bizarre and heady and alcoholic, like John could get drunk on Cam's mere presence.

Two hours ago John was taking Jumper 1 through her paces, showing her off to Cam. Two hours before that, Cam had been pulling stunts in an F-302 with John in the second seat.

Now they're in John's quarters, kissing like it's their last chance. And maybe it is, because they don't know when they'll see each other again, don't know if they'll be discovered, don't know whether the next mission could be their last. They both fumble with shirts and shoes and finally decide it's good enough.

John pulls Cam down on top of him as he falls back onto the bed. "God, Cam," he says, breathless in between kisses, "We should stop."

"Mhmmm," Cam agrees, catching John's bottom lip in his teeth.

John moans, the sound muffled against Cam's mouth. "We're not going to stop," he says, and it's more of a statement than a question.

"Nah," Cam says, grinning. "No, we're not."

He leans back, tensing slightly. "Unless you want to."

"No," John mumbles, reaching up for Cam again. "No, I don't."

Cam buries his face in John's neck, laying soft kisses down his collarbone and chest. "Me neither," he says into John's bare skin.


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