Beautiful in My Eyes - Scars
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rinkhcScarsTitle: Beautiful in My Eyes
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Cam, Teal'c, Lorne
Pairing: Mitchell/Lorne/Teal'c
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,739
Notes: Written withcamshaft22 [Bad username or unknown identity: ]as part of the ongoing attempt to help me regain my sanity.
Prompt: HC Bingo: Scars
Sitting at the table in the mess hall at the SGC, Lorne rested his chin on one hand and stared at Cam Mitchell, talking to Teal’c. HE wondered if they realized just how beautiful they were, how striking they were together, one dark, one light, each just lovely to look at. He wanted to paint them. He really wanted to paint them.
Glancing around, Cam noticed Major Lorne staring intently at him and Teal’c, and started wondering if maybe Lorne had come back from Pegasus high or something. There was something kind of far away in his eyes and who knew how a person would come back when Pegasus was involved? Although, if he was high, that might make hanging out with him fun. “Hey, T? Do you think we’ve got room for an extra for X-Box night?”
“Your sofa is extraordinarily long, Mitchell. There is more than enough room for another person to join us. I will bring beer. And Little Debbies.”
Cam chuckled. “That’s the right idea, T. I think all the world’s problems could be solved with a proper application of talking, beer, and Star Crunch cookies,” he teased him. “I’m going to ask him. See you later?”
“Mitchell, do you think he will want to stay for... later?”
“Well, I don’t know, T, I’ll ask him that too. I’ll see you later.”
Mitchell got himself a fresh cup of coffee and then weaved through the tables to come up behind Lorne. He noticed the sketch pad and pencil on the table and seized on that as a conversation starter. “Hey, Lorne, you draw?”
Evan blinked, realizing that Mitchell was right behind him. Wow, he was off his game. The contrast of him and Teal’c had taken over his thoughts and he zoned. “Draw and paint, sir,” he said, sliding the pad over slightly and letting him look.
Flipping through the pages, Cam was impressed. “Hey, you’re good. Really good.” He recognized portraits of people from the Atlantis mission, including a damned accurate one of Sheppard, right down to the stupid hair. “Listen, Teal’c and I have a regular thing going, if you aren’t busy tonight, you’re welcome to join us,” he deliberately left the statement vague. DADT might be on the way out, but old habits died hard. If Lorne swung that way, he’d clue in, if he didn’t, well, he could come and play XBox and have pizza with them.
Evan smiled, feeling like he might actually mean it. “Thank you, sir,” he replied, happy to accept the invitation. “I’d love to come, sir. What time? I’m stuck here for the next few days, Woolsey ordered R and R.”
“Well, I’ll pick up a pizza on the way home, so if you get to my place by 6ish, it’ll be hot. I should warn you, Teal’c is a bit obsessed with the Batman Arkham Asylum game. He refuses to play the soldier games, says it is too much like our regular lives. There’s room to crash, if you want to have a few beers, or just don’t want to go home.”
“Six it is, sir. Thanks. I’m not even sure I have an apartment in this area anymore,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “I heard a lot about that game back home... in Atlantis. Most of the Marines have been wanting to get a copy for the rec room. Supposed to be good.”
Either Lorne was oblivious to the veiled invitation, or he was really well practiced at hiding or he was straight as a board. No matter. “It is, and drop the sir. It’s Cam.”
With a genuine smile, Lorne replied, “Evan.”~*~
“Evan, oh, God, Evan, do that again,” Cam moaned as Lorne dug the heels of his hands into the knot just below his shoulder blade. He’d locked up, again, while they were playing XBox and Lorne had offered to rub his back.
From where he was sitting at the end of the sofa, Teal’c turned and raised an eyebrow at Cam’s heartfelt and pornographic exclamations of pleasure. “Mitchell, you are going to give Evan Lorne ideas if you do not cease your noise.”
Cam gave him a dirty smirk. “Maybe that was the idea?”
Biting his lip, Evan smiled. “I would not be opposed,” he said innocently as he continued the massage. At least he had pegged something right, it appeared he’d fallen in with the right crowd for his appetites.
Glancing back over his shoulder, Cam smiled. “House rules. Lights out. Anything else goes.”
“What if I wanted to sketch you both? Debauched and looking well fucked?” Evan asked with a grin, pressing down on Cam’ shoulder.
Carefully placing the controller down and switching off the game and TV, Teal’c said, “While I would not be opposed to such, I am certain Mitchell would not allow it, Evan Lorne.”
Facing away from them, Cam said nothing, Teal’c was handling it, Lorne would probably just agree and drop it, most everyone did.
“Why?”
Except he wasn’t going to drop it.
Cam rolled over and sighed. “I don’t like anyone seeing the scars... from the crash at Antarctica. I’m pretty messed up.”
Dropping his hands away from Cam’s back, Evan frowned and came around the couch, dropping into a seat across from Cameron. “I’m different... and I’m not going to judge you. You’re amazing to look at and frankly an awesome person, from what I’ve seen and heard about you. You having scars is only going to enhance that to me. Speaking from an artistic point of view, scars are texture... it provides something new that you don’t see on every subject... and from a personal point of view... I think they’re fucking sexy.”
Well. That was certainly not what he expected. Cam looked over at Teal’c.
“As I told you, Mitchell.”
“Shut up, T, I’m thinking.”
“I would like to see you in the light as well, Mitchell.”
“T,” he said as a warning, Cam had his arm over his eyes as he thought about it.
Teal’c looked at Lorne and gave him a heartfelt look of gratitude. Even if Mitchell did not agree, he was considering the possibility, something he had never done before.
“All right, let’s do this. If it gets too weird, I’m shutting the lights off.”
Evan smiled and pulled Cam and Teal’c towards the bedroom, having gotten the nickel tour earlier. He left them to get undressed, grabbing his sketch pad and tossing his shirt off over his shoulder, eager to get started.
“You’re going to draw now?” Cam asked upon seeing the pad.
“Uh, no? Later.” He dropped the pad on a chair and sat on the edge of the bed and waited to see how this was going to play out. The dynamic in the room was still a complete mystery.
Slowly, hesitantly, Cam unbuttoned his shirt. He shivered a little as Teal’c moved up behind him and helped him slide it down his arms. Fingers at the hem of his t-shirt, big strong hands bunched it up and removed it, baring his chest. The scars weren’t as bad above his waist, he’d been protected by the harness and life vest when the F-302 had gone down.
There were a few. Teal’c traced the faint spidery lines with his fingers, dark skin against the white. The contrast drew Evan’s attention like a magnet, Cam saw him leaning forward, his eyes following the path of Teal’c’s fingers.
Evan memorized it for later, knowing he wanted to draw that scene, but he also needed to get in on this He got up and walked around them, putting a hand on Cam’s arm as he circled, letting him know he was there as he pressed his body against the man’s back, feeling the cold skin as his fingers smoothed down Cam’s sides, tracing the scar on his side, feeling the ragged edges as he kissed across his shoulders, trying to reassure him. “You’re so damn hot, Cam... golden skin... ice blue eyes... you and Teal’c are both an artist’s dream... color and light.”
The words soothed Mitchell’s nerves. He could do this. There was no artifice about Lorne. Cam nodded as Evan moved close and slid his fingers along the edge of his belt, pausing and looking into his eyes for permission. Nimble fingers undid his fly and Teal’c’s hands pushed the fabric down slowly. He closed his eyes and leaned back against Teal’c, drawing support from the familiar muscle at his back as they disrobed him. This wasn’t cold and clinical. This was warm. This was sex. This was something he had allowed to be taken from him by his own insecurities, hiding himself away in the dark.
“Damn, Cam, you have got thighs of steel. What do you run, marathons every morning?” Lorne exclaimed, running his hands over the muscles as he knelt in front of him.
Cam chuckled. “After a couple of run-ins with aliens, you’d be surprised how much running every morning will help. Of course, you probably already knew that,” he said, trying for light as Evan touched and traced the scars from some of his surgeries.
There was no denying the physical pain that had led to the marks. Sobered by that thought, Evan leaned in and reverently placed a kiss on one of the worst of the scars, high on Cam’s thigh. He ran his hands along the outside of those thighs and looked up. “God, you don’t know how much I want you wrapped around me right now.”
Cam smiled, partially surprised that he still wanted him. He was touching his scars but was unfazed. “We can fix that,” he said, glancing over at his other lover, sorry that he couldn’t seem to listen when Teal’c told him that he was worthy. Understanding without needing the words, Teal’c bent his head and kissed Cam’s neck. He wrapped both arms around his waist and hugged him briefly before letting him go and sitting on the edge of the bed.
As Lorne’s hand touched him, following the line left on his skin by the wrecked fighter, he felt the last of his worries and concerns drift away. It had taken an artist’s eye to show Cam he was still worth looking upon, that his scars had not made him ugly and undesirable, as he had feared.
Today had proven to have been a lucky day for them.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Cam, Teal'c, Lorne
Pairing: Mitchell/Lorne/Teal'c
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,739
Notes: Written with
camshaft22 [Bad username or unknown identity: ]as part of the ongoing attempt to help me regain my sanity.Prompt: HC Bingo: Scars
Sitting at the table in the mess hall at the SGC, Lorne rested his chin on one hand and stared at Cam Mitchell, talking to Teal’c. HE wondered if they realized just how beautiful they were, how striking they were together, one dark, one light, each just lovely to look at. He wanted to paint them. He really wanted to paint them.
Glancing around, Cam noticed Major Lorne staring intently at him and Teal’c, and started wondering if maybe Lorne had come back from Pegasus high or something. There was something kind of far away in his eyes and who knew how a person would come back when Pegasus was involved? Although, if he was high, that might make hanging out with him fun. “Hey, T? Do you think we’ve got room for an extra for X-Box night?”
“Your sofa is extraordinarily long, Mitchell. There is more than enough room for another person to join us. I will bring beer. And Little Debbies.”
Cam chuckled. “That’s the right idea, T. I think all the world’s problems could be solved with a proper application of talking, beer, and Star Crunch cookies,” he teased him. “I’m going to ask him. See you later?”
“Mitchell, do you think he will want to stay for... later?”
“Well, I don’t know, T, I’ll ask him that too. I’ll see you later.”
Mitchell got himself a fresh cup of coffee and then weaved through the tables to come up behind Lorne. He noticed the sketch pad and pencil on the table and seized on that as a conversation starter. “Hey, Lorne, you draw?”
Evan blinked, realizing that Mitchell was right behind him. Wow, he was off his game. The contrast of him and Teal’c had taken over his thoughts and he zoned. “Draw and paint, sir,” he said, sliding the pad over slightly and letting him look.
Flipping through the pages, Cam was impressed. “Hey, you’re good. Really good.” He recognized portraits of people from the Atlantis mission, including a damned accurate one of Sheppard, right down to the stupid hair. “Listen, Teal’c and I have a regular thing going, if you aren’t busy tonight, you’re welcome to join us,” he deliberately left the statement vague. DADT might be on the way out, but old habits died hard. If Lorne swung that way, he’d clue in, if he didn’t, well, he could come and play XBox and have pizza with them.
Evan smiled, feeling like he might actually mean it. “Thank you, sir,” he replied, happy to accept the invitation. “I’d love to come, sir. What time? I’m stuck here for the next few days, Woolsey ordered R and R.”
“Well, I’ll pick up a pizza on the way home, so if you get to my place by 6ish, it’ll be hot. I should warn you, Teal’c is a bit obsessed with the Batman Arkham Asylum game. He refuses to play the soldier games, says it is too much like our regular lives. There’s room to crash, if you want to have a few beers, or just don’t want to go home.”
“Six it is, sir. Thanks. I’m not even sure I have an apartment in this area anymore,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “I heard a lot about that game back home... in Atlantis. Most of the Marines have been wanting to get a copy for the rec room. Supposed to be good.”
Either Lorne was oblivious to the veiled invitation, or he was really well practiced at hiding or he was straight as a board. No matter. “It is, and drop the sir. It’s Cam.”
With a genuine smile, Lorne replied, “Evan.”
“Evan, oh, God, Evan, do that again,” Cam moaned as Lorne dug the heels of his hands into the knot just below his shoulder blade. He’d locked up, again, while they were playing XBox and Lorne had offered to rub his back.
From where he was sitting at the end of the sofa, Teal’c turned and raised an eyebrow at Cam’s heartfelt and pornographic exclamations of pleasure. “Mitchell, you are going to give Evan Lorne ideas if you do not cease your noise.”
Cam gave him a dirty smirk. “Maybe that was the idea?”
Biting his lip, Evan smiled. “I would not be opposed,” he said innocently as he continued the massage. At least he had pegged something right, it appeared he’d fallen in with the right crowd for his appetites.
Glancing back over his shoulder, Cam smiled. “House rules. Lights out. Anything else goes.”
“What if I wanted to sketch you both? Debauched and looking well fucked?” Evan asked with a grin, pressing down on Cam’ shoulder.
Carefully placing the controller down and switching off the game and TV, Teal’c said, “While I would not be opposed to such, I am certain Mitchell would not allow it, Evan Lorne.”
Facing away from them, Cam said nothing, Teal’c was handling it, Lorne would probably just agree and drop it, most everyone did.
“Why?”
Except he wasn’t going to drop it.
Cam rolled over and sighed. “I don’t like anyone seeing the scars... from the crash at Antarctica. I’m pretty messed up.”
Dropping his hands away from Cam’s back, Evan frowned and came around the couch, dropping into a seat across from Cameron. “I’m different... and I’m not going to judge you. You’re amazing to look at and frankly an awesome person, from what I’ve seen and heard about you. You having scars is only going to enhance that to me. Speaking from an artistic point of view, scars are texture... it provides something new that you don’t see on every subject... and from a personal point of view... I think they’re fucking sexy.”
Well. That was certainly not what he expected. Cam looked over at Teal’c.
“As I told you, Mitchell.”
“Shut up, T, I’m thinking.”
“I would like to see you in the light as well, Mitchell.”
“T,” he said as a warning, Cam had his arm over his eyes as he thought about it.
Teal’c looked at Lorne and gave him a heartfelt look of gratitude. Even if Mitchell did not agree, he was considering the possibility, something he had never done before.
“All right, let’s do this. If it gets too weird, I’m shutting the lights off.”
Evan smiled and pulled Cam and Teal’c towards the bedroom, having gotten the nickel tour earlier. He left them to get undressed, grabbing his sketch pad and tossing his shirt off over his shoulder, eager to get started.
“You’re going to draw now?” Cam asked upon seeing the pad.
“Uh, no? Later.” He dropped the pad on a chair and sat on the edge of the bed and waited to see how this was going to play out. The dynamic in the room was still a complete mystery.
Slowly, hesitantly, Cam unbuttoned his shirt. He shivered a little as Teal’c moved up behind him and helped him slide it down his arms. Fingers at the hem of his t-shirt, big strong hands bunched it up and removed it, baring his chest. The scars weren’t as bad above his waist, he’d been protected by the harness and life vest when the F-302 had gone down.
There were a few. Teal’c traced the faint spidery lines with his fingers, dark skin against the white. The contrast drew Evan’s attention like a magnet, Cam saw him leaning forward, his eyes following the path of Teal’c’s fingers.
Evan memorized it for later, knowing he wanted to draw that scene, but he also needed to get in on this He got up and walked around them, putting a hand on Cam’s arm as he circled, letting him know he was there as he pressed his body against the man’s back, feeling the cold skin as his fingers smoothed down Cam’s sides, tracing the scar on his side, feeling the ragged edges as he kissed across his shoulders, trying to reassure him. “You’re so damn hot, Cam... golden skin... ice blue eyes... you and Teal’c are both an artist’s dream... color and light.”
The words soothed Mitchell’s nerves. He could do this. There was no artifice about Lorne. Cam nodded as Evan moved close and slid his fingers along the edge of his belt, pausing and looking into his eyes for permission. Nimble fingers undid his fly and Teal’c’s hands pushed the fabric down slowly. He closed his eyes and leaned back against Teal’c, drawing support from the familiar muscle at his back as they disrobed him. This wasn’t cold and clinical. This was warm. This was sex. This was something he had allowed to be taken from him by his own insecurities, hiding himself away in the dark.
“Damn, Cam, you have got thighs of steel. What do you run, marathons every morning?” Lorne exclaimed, running his hands over the muscles as he knelt in front of him.
Cam chuckled. “After a couple of run-ins with aliens, you’d be surprised how much running every morning will help. Of course, you probably already knew that,” he said, trying for light as Evan touched and traced the scars from some of his surgeries.
There was no denying the physical pain that had led to the marks. Sobered by that thought, Evan leaned in and reverently placed a kiss on one of the worst of the scars, high on Cam’s thigh. He ran his hands along the outside of those thighs and looked up. “God, you don’t know how much I want you wrapped around me right now.”
Cam smiled, partially surprised that he still wanted him. He was touching his scars but was unfazed. “We can fix that,” he said, glancing over at his other lover, sorry that he couldn’t seem to listen when Teal’c told him that he was worthy. Understanding without needing the words, Teal’c bent his head and kissed Cam’s neck. He wrapped both arms around his waist and hugged him briefly before letting him go and sitting on the edge of the bed.
As Lorne’s hand touched him, following the line left on his skin by the wrecked fighter, he felt the last of his worries and concerns drift away. It had taken an artist’s eye to show Cam he was still worth looking upon, that his scars had not made him ugly and undesirable, as he had feared.
Today had proven to have been a lucky day for them.