Before it happens, Cameron's stuck on the glee of some of SG-1 working together, even if it isn't permanent. Yet. Even if so far, they've got one hell of an annoying groupie. After they toss the device through the Stargate, after General Landry announces Daniel and Vala are awake, he's a little high on the yesyesYES of triumph. It's the realization that he's pulled it off so far, and probably can again. He can't contain it, it's spilling into his words as he talks to Teal'c about how great it would be, how they'd function so well as a team if everyone just sticks around. If Carter can be lured back. "Bet Carter would have figured that device out. Found a way to wake them up a little faster." It doesn't hurt to make his case a little stronger. "She always comes through, right? So I've heard –" Even as he's talking, he realizes that they're down a hallway he doesn't recognize. Even though mostly they all look the same. It's quiet, and he looks around. Maybe it's the way to one of the labs? He's about to ask where they're going when Teal'c pushes him against the nearest wall, full body contact, and says, "Colonel Mitchell." He doesn't break eye contact, but his voices hitches, just the tiniest bit when he answers, "Yeah?" "Cease talking." And he does. He shuts his mouth, and grins up at Teal'c, and he knows where this is going. It's probably one hell of a mistake, especially in a hallway, but the ol' lizard brain doesn't think so. Teal'c's got one of the more effective ways of shutting Cameron up. One of the more fun ways. He goes with it, doesn't ask questions. Instead, he just grins a little more when Teal'c undoes Cameron's belt and pops open the button on his pants. While it's happening, one of his more coherent thoughts is, 'turns out the rumours about alien sex and Stargate teams were right'. Then, it mostly degenerates to 'more' and 'hands, big fucking hands' and 'holyshitaliensex'. Teal'c's hand is hot, and strokes him just right, works in a twist of his wrist that's just perfect. He's caught up between the solid weight of the wall at his back, and the warm bulk of Teal'c pressing into him. Hot breath puffs against his ear, his neck, his cheek. He's used to being on equal footing, used to being the instigator. But like so much here, so far, Teal'c just throws him right off-balance. But then Cameron pulls himself together, gets with the program, and gets to work on Teal'c's own pants. And yeah, it's too bad they're in this hallway – deserted as it may be – because he's got urges to do more, way more than just jerk Teal'c off. In the end, it's quick, it isn't fancy, but leaves him gasping. Afterwards, as Cameron's dragging air into his lungs, and mostly thinking, 'wow', Teal'c steps away, just slightly. Squinting upwards, he can see the tiniest beads of sweat on Teal'c's forehead. It's good, really good to know that at least the guy isn't calm and collected in all situations. He's got to lose his cool sometimes, right? Some part of Cameron is living for the day that happens on a mission. But for now, he just reaches down, adjusts his underwear, pulls his pants closed. Ignores the general stickiness; hopes there's a bathroom nearby. "Um. I'm not objecting here, don't get me wrong. But what?" Teal'c just stares straight at him, and finally, one eyebrow raises the tiniest fraction. "Did O'Neill not tell you?" Looks like there was a hell of a lot the General didn't pass along. Jaffa wall-sex possibilities being just one more thing. Again, not that Cameron's complaining. Maybe it was meant to be – a surprise. Another bonus. A little congratulations for surviving his first week and not getting Daniel killed. "Tell me what?" Teal'c's pants are already buttoned back up, his belt refastened, his shirt tucked back in. Cameron knows he doesn't look nearly as pulled together. Jaffa calm. Got to learn how to bottle that or something. "It is a gesture. A ritual." "Uh-huh?" "Similar to the gathering held when an individual purchases a new home." And that is just – what kind of human culture ideas have they all given Teal'c? Again, no complaints. "So, it's like a housewarming party in my pants?" Well. In both of their pants, but – "This some kind of SG-1 thing?" "Indeed." It's tempting to take everything Teal'c says at face-value. Mostly because the face that says it can be like a stone. A stone that sends out one hell of a 'don't fuck with me' signal. But there's something else, a little crinkle of Teal'c's eye, and Cameron might be new to Cheyenne Mountain, but he's hardly new to life. "Did you just make a joke? You? A joke?" He grins. laughs. "This some kind of – play with the new guy?" Teal'c takes another step back, the smallest of twitches curving his lips upwards. "Perhaps." Something inside him lets out one hell of a triumphant yell, but he doesn't let it show when he asks, "So. That mean you're sticking around?" "I have obligations on Dakara." Cameron doesn't say anything, just grins a little wider, holds his gaze. The politics of the Jaffa, from what Cameron's heard, have got to be trying for a guy like Teal'c. A guy who, all stories told, thrives on action. Teal'c doesn't crack a grin back, but again, he says, "Perhaps." And then he turns, walks away, strides as purposeful and no-nonsense as ever. Cameron leans back against the wall and watches him go. |
| Teal'c/Cameron R Spoilers: Origin |