[It says something about Cam that relaxed and enjoying the moment he can't help but go into negotiation. It's a blessing and a curse.
Cam just wants this to work. Maybe it won't be forever, but he won't forgive himself if he doesn't try. Not with the way Jeff makes him feel. And the way he thinks he might make Jeff feel.
The way Jeff looks at him sometimes... Cam really does feel special, and not because of his affinity, or the fact he's the only man crazy enough to do what he does for a living. The only other man who's ever looked at him like that was Mazin, and even then, it wasn't in his kitchen, after a long night of... talking and sleeping.
Maybe it will work.
Looking down into Jeff's eyes, Cam hopes it does.]
[ Let this be a lesson to Jeff: his tendency to sometimes answer a question without really answering it isn't gonna fly with Cam-- at least not this early into things. When it comes to the heart, Cam's the kind of guy who needs real assurance, without any wiggle room for uncertainty or vagueness.
So Jeff holds his gaze, his smile warm and assuring, as he pulls Cam even closer. ]
We're exclusive. [ He doesn't even toss in a silly joke to undercut the sincerity of this moment! ] You really are somebody special, Cam.
[They're exclusive. That's a huge weight off his shoulders. Cam tried not to become too invested too quickly, that's always his downfall, but with Jeff it was next to impossible. They couldn't keep away from each other when they couldn't stand each other. After Cam started seeing Jeff for the man he was, and liking that man? There's a reason they had sex three times the night of their first date, and it isn't because Cam was desperate.
Jeff says he's special and Cam draws a breath, his eyes widening slightly. His first instinct is to look away, his shy defense against the assault of Jeff's charm, but he can't bring himself to look away from his eyes. Every time Cam feels like he's falling too fast for Jeff Calhoun, Jeff finds a way to make him fall harder and faster.
His fingers twist in the hair at the nape of Jeff's neck, chest rising against his.]
I've always wanted someone to say that. I never thought it would be you.
[He leans in, kissing Jeff again, deeply, before pulling back to look at him again.]
You're special too. I knew it the moment I saw you.
[Cam's been told he's special before, but not in the same way. It's always a commentary on his accomplishments, skill, or affinity. On a more personal level, his work ethic, determination, eloquence, style, and occasionally his appearance.
What Jeff seems to like in him, no man has liked before, some even expressing their dislike for the facets of himself that have existed since childbirth. His sensitivity, emotion, and shyness all negatives to be checked against his more attractive attributes, even if they're learned, or in some cases artificial. Like so much of his confidence and cool.
Jeff's always touching him, and Cam's never wanted to be touched more. Because it feels like Jeff is touching him, and not an idealized version of himself, or utter fantasy.
Cam's only ever wanted to be one person's daddy, and that's his daughter.]
At the club. During your concert, and after. I couldn't stop watching you. You had this energy, like you were really living in that moment, and just being yourself, and who you were was so interesting, and sexy, and expressive...
[He looks down, embarrassed. Because he remembers so much about that night, and about Jeff, a guy he'd know for all of a couple hours, who forgot about him as soon as his back was turned. Even now, it's still more than a little pathetic.]
[ It's funny, Jeff spent so long denying, or hating, the person he'd been-- that utterly reckless musician with dreams of fame-- that he can't quite reconcile the version of himself Cam describes with the shade in the forest. But he trusts Cam, whose perspective hasn't been tainted by trauma and all kinds of fucked up shit.
It's a little bittersweet to hear. He wonders, sometimes, more often than he'd care to admit, whether he could've made it. If he had that lighting strike combo of skill, talent, and the 'it' factor, or if that crash and burn into failure was always inevitable. He would've fallen hard into addiction either way, he's sure. But the way Cam describes him, he thinks that version of Jeff Calhoun could've gone far.
Is it really recovery to give up such a big part of yourself?
He still can't stop thinking about that, even now. Even after last night's talk. The fucking forest... It stirred up so many things he thought were long gone and buried.
There's something like grief and regret that flickers across his face, just for a moment, before Jeff's shaking it off with a smile. ]
You might be the only person who remembers that version of me. [ A beat. ] I'm glad someone does.
[ This is in danger of getting too heavy for Jeff. Like he already had enough of the heavy shit last night, and he doesn't want to fling more at Cam.
So, teasingly: ] Hey... Don't I owe you a blowjob?
[Cam looks back up, smiling. He isn't going to go there if Jeff isn't in the mood, after last night Cam could use some lightness too, but he can't just leave it at that.
He's always felt a need to express himself, even at his own detriment. Cam is too much about communication to be happy withholding his thoughts and emotions from his partner.]
You're still that person, Jeff. We don't become other people as we get older. We simply expand and evolve. So now you're a rock-star, father, and teacher, which makes you even more interesting and attractive than you already were.
You've never been sexier.
[He punctuates that statement with a kiss to the tip of Jeff's nose, hands squeezing his shoulders.]
I would love a blowjob, but I think you owe me breakfast, first. I'll need my energy if you expect me to stay awake after coming so early in the morning.
[Stated very matter of factly. As one does when discussing morning sex.]
[ Jeff goes quiet for a few moments, though the pensive expression breaks when Cam kisses his nose, a bright smile blooming in its place. ]
It's not an age thing. It's... the other stuff. You know?
[ The way the drugs and the demon tainted everything good about that period in his life. Still... He can't pretend it doesn't feel good, the hearing the way Cam sees him, then and now. Maybe his approach had been all wrong, burying that part of himself that wanted nothing more than to shine brighter than everyone else. ]
I guess I forgot the good things about the rock star. [ He leans up to kiss Cam, lips lingering close. ] Until you reminded me.
[ Pause. Oh, breakfast, right. ]
Oh, shit! The eggs, yeah! We gotta eat before it gets cold!
[ Sliding his hands down Cam's back, slow and reluctant to let go. ]
C'mon, we gotta get you good and energized if we're gonna make the most of skipping work. [ A wolfish grin curls at the corners of his mouth. ] Especially since I'm all wound up from skipping my run.
[Does he have to specify which one? Cam climbs off Jeff's laps and returns to his stool, fingers drumming over the counter beside his place setting.
Cam drops a slipper off one foot to drag his toe innocently along Jeff's outer calf. When he's close enough to touch, Cam wants to touch him. When they're together he wants to be as together as they can be. In constant contact. Conversation. Cuddling. Sex.]
You'd better eat while you can. Another coffee and I'll be doing laps around you.
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[It says something about Cam that relaxed and enjoying the moment he can't help but go into negotiation. It's a blessing and a curse.
Cam just wants this to work. Maybe it won't be forever, but he won't forgive himself if he doesn't try. Not with the way Jeff makes him feel. And the way he thinks he might make Jeff feel.
The way Jeff looks at him sometimes... Cam really does feel special, and not because of his affinity, or the fact he's the only man crazy enough to do what he does for a living. The only other man who's ever looked at him like that was Mazin, and even then, it wasn't in his kitchen, after a long night of... talking and sleeping.
Maybe it will work.
Looking down into Jeff's eyes, Cam hopes it does.]
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So Jeff holds his gaze, his smile warm and assuring, as he pulls Cam even closer. ]
We're exclusive. [ He doesn't even toss in a silly joke to undercut the sincerity of this moment! ] You really are somebody special, Cam.
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Jeff says he's special and Cam draws a breath, his eyes widening slightly. His first instinct is to look away, his shy defense against the assault of Jeff's charm, but he can't bring himself to look away from his eyes. Every time Cam feels like he's falling too fast for Jeff Calhoun, Jeff finds a way to make him fall harder and faster.
His fingers twist in the hair at the nape of Jeff's neck, chest rising against his.]
I've always wanted someone to say that. I never thought it would be you.
[He leans in, kissing Jeff again, deeply, before pulling back to look at him again.]
You're special too. I knew it the moment I saw you.
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Then I'll have to say it again and again. [ He grins, a hint of a more rakish man there. ] To make up for lost time.
[ Jeff raises up to meet Cam's lips. And then... he blinks, looking surprised for a moment. ]
You mean...?
[ In the classroom, or at the club? ]
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What Jeff seems to like in him, no man has liked before, some even expressing their dislike for the facets of himself that have existed since childbirth. His sensitivity, emotion, and shyness all negatives to be checked against his more attractive attributes, even if they're learned, or in some cases artificial. Like so much of his confidence and cool.
Jeff's always touching him, and Cam's never wanted to be touched more. Because it feels like Jeff is touching him, and not an idealized version of himself, or utter fantasy.
Cam's only ever wanted to be one person's daddy, and that's his daughter.]
At the club. During your concert, and after. I couldn't stop watching you. You had this energy, like you were really living in that moment, and just being yourself, and who you were was so interesting, and sexy, and expressive...
[He looks down, embarrassed. Because he remembers so much about that night, and about Jeff, a guy he'd know for all of a couple hours, who forgot about him as soon as his back was turned. Even now, it's still more than a little pathetic.]
Anyway, I think you still have that.
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It's a little bittersweet to hear. He wonders, sometimes, more often than he'd care to admit, whether he could've made it. If he had that lighting strike combo of skill, talent, and the 'it' factor, or if that crash and burn into failure was always inevitable. He would've fallen hard into addiction either way, he's sure. But the way Cam describes him, he thinks that version of Jeff Calhoun could've gone far.
Is it really recovery to give up such a big part of yourself?
He still can't stop thinking about that, even now. Even after last night's talk. The fucking forest... It stirred up so many things he thought were long gone and buried.
There's something like grief and regret that flickers across his face, just for a moment, before Jeff's shaking it off with a smile. ]
You might be the only person who remembers that version of me. [ A beat. ] I'm glad someone does.
[ This is in danger of getting too heavy for Jeff. Like he already had enough of the heavy shit last night, and he doesn't want to fling more at Cam.
So, teasingly: ] Hey... Don't I owe you a blowjob?
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He's always felt a need to express himself, even at his own detriment. Cam is too much about communication to be happy withholding his thoughts and emotions from his partner.]
You're still that person, Jeff. We don't become other people as we get older. We simply expand and evolve. So now you're a rock-star, father, and teacher, which makes you even more interesting and attractive than you already were.
You've never been sexier.
[He punctuates that statement with a kiss to the tip of Jeff's nose, hands squeezing his shoulders.]
I would love a blowjob, but I think you owe me breakfast, first. I'll need my energy if you expect me to stay awake after coming so early in the morning.
[Stated very matter of factly. As one does when discussing morning sex.]
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It's not an age thing. It's... the other stuff. You know?
[ The way the drugs and the demon tainted everything good about that period in his life. Still... He can't pretend it doesn't feel good, the hearing the way Cam sees him, then and now. Maybe his approach had been all wrong, burying that part of himself that wanted nothing more than to shine brighter than everyone else. ]
I guess I forgot the good things about the rock star. [ He leans up to kiss Cam, lips lingering close. ] Until you reminded me.
[ Pause. Oh, breakfast, right. ]
Oh, shit! The eggs, yeah! We gotta eat before it gets cold!
[ Sliding his hands down Cam's back, slow and reluctant to let go. ]
C'mon, we gotta get you good and energized if we're gonna make the most of skipping work. [ A wolfish grin curls at the corners of his mouth. ] Especially since I'm all wound up from skipping my run.
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I think I just found my appetite.
[Does he have to specify which one? Cam climbs off Jeff's laps and returns to his stool, fingers drumming over the counter beside his place setting.
Cam drops a slipper off one foot to drag his toe innocently along Jeff's outer calf. When he's close enough to touch, Cam wants to touch him. When they're together he wants to be as together as they can be. In constant contact. Conversation. Cuddling. Sex.]
You'd better eat while you can. Another coffee and I'll be doing laps around you.