Prompt 35.06

[paian]

And one for good luck!

Five New Year's Resolutions Cam made.

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Well, You Didn't Make It Easy (3/4)

[helens78]

Cam hissed, and his hips went shoving up of their own accord; his dick didn't want Jackson to go anywhere. You been listening to me this long; we are not doing this. We're not. He got his hands under Jackson's biceps, got a grip on them (shit, that's really not a reason not to do this), steeled himself and pushed. It was enough to get Jackson off him, though it put Jackson on his knees between Cam's legs. Maybe not a huge improvement.

"Back off," Cam said quietly. "I'm asking you as a friend. Please."

Jackson gave him an odd, puzzled look--the kind of expression he got on his face when a translation turned up exactly the phrase he wasn't expecting--and he nodded. "I'll see where Sam and Teal'c got off to."

As soon as his footsteps faded out into the distance, Cam took advantage of his small pocket of privacy to get his dick out and jerk off--fast, silent, ruthless, remembering Jackson's teeth on his shoulder, on his skin. Jackson was a biter, hell, in a million years Cam never would've guessed that one--

He'd just gotten himself cleaned up when the tent flap at his feet opened and Jackson poked his head in. "Hey," he murmured. "Sam and Vala and Teal'c are about all that tent can hold without exploding. Will you kill me in my sleep if I stay with you?"

"Naw," Cam murmured back. "You're safe with me."

Jackson smiled--it didn't quite reach his eyes--and reached for the flashlight he'd left behind. He turned it off, and in the morning, Cam was startled--and grateful--that Daniel had been telling the truth about yalatta wine and its miraculous lack of hangovers.

He sure as hell wasn't going to touch the stuff again, though.


4. Posing as a teammate's husband had damn well better only go so far.

It wasn't Cam's fault, goddamnit. He'd followed Jackson's lead, he'd done everything Sam and Jackson told him to do on P2G-108, he'd kept his eyes lowered, he hadn't asked for seconds at dessert.

And still some councilman bozo had decided Cam would make a good husband for his daughter, and now Jackson was talking a mile a minute trying to explain why that just wasn't gonna happen. Cam had tried to step in on his own behalf, but it'd done more harm than good--bringing himself to the attention of the interested parent just was not a good idea at all--and finally he'd been shoved out of meeting room altogether.

He leaned up against one of the marble pillars here in the entryway and sighed. A few minutes later, Jackson stepped out of the meeting room and walked over to Cam.

"Tell me I didn't just fuck up this planet for us altogether," Cam pleaded.

"You didn't just fuck up this planet for us altogether," Jackson said.

"Thank God."

"The councilman was very disappointed to hear that you're already married."

"I--uh, okay, of course. My wife's back on Earth and all, but--"

"Husband," Jackson corrected. "Or, actually, not exactly a husband, um, more of--their word for it is kel'mish. It's an arrangement where one man pledges himself to another, and his kel'mish can assign him wives if he wants, but ultimately, the kel'mish is in control of the day'mish's other relationships--"

"But the point is I don't have to marry anybody's daughter. Right?" Cam prodded. When Jackson didn't say anything, Cam gritted his teeth. "Right?"

"No..." Jackson pursed his lips. "But."

"Oh, hell, there's always a 'but'--"

"In order to prevent them from taking offense, your kel'mish is going to have to turn it down for you."

"Okay. Uh." Cam's eyebrows twitched up. "Who's my kel'mish?"

"That would be me."

Cam sucked in a breath so hard he ended up coughing. "Okay. Okay, fine. So you tell them I can't get married to anybody else, and--"

"Well, we actually tell them."

"'We' tell them," Cam repeated, eyes narrowing. "What's that involve, exactly?"

When Jackson didn't answer, Cam groaned and covered his face with one hand. "Just how many people do we have to do this thing in front of?"

"I love how you're assuming the worst--"