Little Surprises [1/1]
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snarkhuntTitle: Little Surprises
Pairings/Characters: Len/Cameron
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Profanity
Summary: Cameron gets a love confession. Too bad he doesn't believe it.
Comments: This was fun to write, and I actually finished it up for an event somewhere.
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"Hi."
Cameron cracked an eye opened and looked up blearily from where he was sleeping. Where the fuck was he--oh, right, in class. Lunch break.
"I'minlovewithyou," the words came out in a rush and it took several long seconds for Cameron's brain to click in and whir.
"Do I know you?" He mumbled and lolled his head to the side to peer up at whoever it was better. Tall. Dark hair. Looked vaguely familiar, though Cameron couldn't place him (not surprising. Memory like a sieve and he didn't try very hard).
Oh. Boy. Again.
His head rolled back into position, forehead on crossed arms on desk. Sleep was calling him and he drifted.
"Hey!" A hand shook his arm and Cameron scowled, looked up again.
"Look, you," he snapped, "Ha. Ha. You did your little bet or whatever and yes I heard you and yes I'm flattered--or you can pretend that I am--yada yada yada." His cheek rested on an arm and he glared upwards, trying to keep that soft feeling of indolence from fading. What the fuck ever. Just another guy who was pushed into confessing to him--probably some fucking moronic jocks or whatever (stereotypes were there for a reason, he thought). Christ, just because he looked queer didn't mean that he was.
Well, all right, he was. But it was the principle of things. And it's not like they knew it.
Not that he'd care if they did.
"What?" The other boy blinked and Cameron inspected the dark green of his eyes in a cursory manner. Hrm. Not bad. Almost a pity that this was a jo--
"I meant it!" Other Boy (and Cameron really needed to pay attention to other people more often--he was fairly certain that the guy confessing to him was in his class) snapped.
Cameron squinted up in confusion, then decided that he shouldn't think too much about it. Probably needed some sort of proof--oh, maybe the guy had friends watching in the doorway. He would look, but all he really wanted to do was go to sleep again.
"Christ," he muttered, "Fine," and reached up, curling his hand on the guy's shirt and yanking him down.
He didn't tongue the guy (if he did then he could kiss his life goodbye--besides, he didn't make out [seriously, anyway] with straight boys), but it was okay. A little bit of hurt from the initial mashing (damned teeth), and the guy was too surprised to react (good thing, as it meant he didn't get punched right away). Forgettable, Cameron decided.
Then he let go and dropped his head back onto his desk. He closed his eyes and muttered. "Right then. Now take you and your friends and go away." He somewhat expected to be hauled up and slugged, but after a few moments of nothing happening decided that the guy probably ran off.
Ah well.
Cameron went back to sleep.
-
"You were kissing someone in the middle of class yesterday."
Cameron noticed that it wasn't a question. Now that he thought about it there were more whispering going on around him and, well, if there was anything else it just flew right over his head. He leaned heavily on an elbow, chin propped up with a hand. Lisa was watching him with a critical look in her eyes, figure straight and prim. She didn't do casual.
"Eh," he said.
"You really need to sleep more at night."
"Ehh..." Cameron sighed, head drooping. "I'm a night owl, I don't do daytime."
"Dude, you're like a zombie during the day." Terry smiled and wrapped an arm around Lisa. They would have been sickening, except it was kind of cute, the way Terry chased after Lisa like a puppy.
Lisa gave Terry an absentminded pat on his hand, ice blue eyes staring straight at Cameron, like she could dissect him with her gaze alone. "You kissed Len, of all people."
"Len?" Terry seemed like he didn't know whether to sound impressed or horrified.
"Len?" Cameron echoed. So that was that guy's name.
"You're hopeless." Lisa shook her head. "He's on the soccer team."
"Huh. I thought he was a jock."
"Hey!"
Cameron blinked at Terry. "You're okay. For a jock." Terry was one of the stars on the football team. That was probably a large reason why Cameron had only gotten looks the entire day--even at lunch, come to think of it.
Terry shook his head and smiled. Terry was the nicest guy on earth, which is the only reason Cameron approved of him.
"Len, huh," he mused out loud.
"He's a nice guy," Terry insisted.
"Thanks for that." The dry voice caused all three of them to turn around. Cameron squinted at the guy who was staring right at him.
"Oh, hey Moore," Terry said.
"Davis." Len inclined his head.
Lisa was staring hard at Len, like she could bore a hole into his brain. Len gave her a hesitant smile and she sniffed and looked away.
"Don't mind her." Terry laughed. "She's just a bit peeved about finding out so late. She mother hens Cam over here."
"I'm still here," she said, voice cold.
Cameron yawned.
"Can I talk to you privately?" Len asked him.
Cameron frowned and made a curt gesture at the table. "Just say it here." He paused, then said, "You know, witnesses and the like."
Len frowned and his hands fidgeted. "Well," he hesitated before forging ahead, "It wasn't a joke."
Cameron sighed. Not this again. What, did he look stupid or something? Sure he was sleeping in class all the time, but he aced all of them anyway. "Right," he drawled, "And the moon is made of cheese."
The other boy screwed up his face in frustration. "I really do like you," he insisted.
"Uh huh."
Terry looked incredibly uncomfortable. Lisa could have been a statue with a hawk's eyes.
"It's not a joke."
"Then what about them?" Cameron pointed towards the table filled with the soccer players staring at them.
Len sighed. "They're just curious."
"Right." Cameron rolled his eyes and dropped his head onto an arm. "Sure."
At a loss for words, Len looked at Terry and Lisa, both of whom said nothing. He made a low sound, pivoted, and walked away.
Terry said, tentative, "You know, I don't think he was joking."
Cameron faked a snore.
-
Pep rallies, Cameron thought, should be non-compulsory. He leaned himself against Lisa's arm, ignored her batting motions, and closed his eyes.
They were all the same and, beyond that, Cameron just didn't care. He'd rather be listening to music or teasing Terry to death or sleeping. What use did he have for--
"CAMERON REID."
Cameron spluttered and sat up. "Wha--" Len was standing on the stage with a determined look stamped on his face.
"I WASN'T JOKING AND IT WASN'T A BET."
Oh holy shit. Lisa's body twitched. Cameron glanced at her. She had this pinched look on her face that she always got when she was trying not to laugh.
"TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, DAMN IT."
Cameron stared helplessly at Len, who seemed to ignore all of the crazy motions people were making with their arms in an attempt to get him to stop.
"I REALLY LIKE YOU." Len was finally dragged off the stage. Cameron could only stare.
"Huh," Lisa said, a cat-like smile on her face. "Well, I approve."
-
"Are you insane?" Cameron asked, hands waving because words were just not enough.
Len had a mulish expression.
"In front of everybody?" Not that he really cared--okay, he was actually really flattered, but he spent the majority of his life flying under the radar and Len just yanked him into the limelight.
"You wouldn't believe me," Len said.
"Well I believe you now," Cameron muttered.
"That was kind of the point."
Cameron pointed at him. "Shut up!"
Len smiled, slow and easy. It was a nice smile. "So?"
"Are you the stalker type? Am I going to wake up in the morning with a dead animal across my bed?"
Len laughed, teeth white and gleaming. Shit, Cameron was noticing everything about him now; the way the other boy stood, the shine on his hair, the tilt of his head. Argh. Arghhh.
"Fine!" Cameron said, throwing up his hands. "Fine! I'll go out with you!" Because he was, secretly, really rather flattered. By the way Len was grinning at him Cameron suspected that the secret wouldn't stay so for very long. Damn it.
That was a very sweet smile across Len's face. Cameron felt doomed.
"Good," Len said and swooped down.
The resulting kiss was... wow. Wow. Apparently reciprocation made all of the difference.
Cameron made a sound deep in his throat when Len pulled away and blushed horribly once he realized it. "You..." he faltered. "You are going to drive me crazy."
Len laughed. "Good," he said, "since I already am." His fingers rested gently on Cameron's cheek.
Cameron was doomed.
Pairings/Characters: Len/Cameron
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Profanity
Summary: Cameron gets a love confession. Too bad he doesn't believe it.
Comments: This was fun to write, and I actually finished it up for an event somewhere.
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"Hi."
Cameron cracked an eye opened and looked up blearily from where he was sleeping. Where the fuck was he--oh, right, in class. Lunch break.
"I'minlovewithyou," the words came out in a rush and it took several long seconds for Cameron's brain to click in and whir.
"Do I know you?" He mumbled and lolled his head to the side to peer up at whoever it was better. Tall. Dark hair. Looked vaguely familiar, though Cameron couldn't place him (not surprising. Memory like a sieve and he didn't try very hard).
Oh. Boy. Again.
His head rolled back into position, forehead on crossed arms on desk. Sleep was calling him and he drifted.
"Hey!" A hand shook his arm and Cameron scowled, looked up again.
"Look, you," he snapped, "Ha. Ha. You did your little bet or whatever and yes I heard you and yes I'm flattered--or you can pretend that I am--yada yada yada." His cheek rested on an arm and he glared upwards, trying to keep that soft feeling of indolence from fading. What the fuck ever. Just another guy who was pushed into confessing to him--probably some fucking moronic jocks or whatever (stereotypes were there for a reason, he thought). Christ, just because he looked queer didn't mean that he was.
Well, all right, he was. But it was the principle of things. And it's not like they knew it.
Not that he'd care if they did.
"What?" The other boy blinked and Cameron inspected the dark green of his eyes in a cursory manner. Hrm. Not bad. Almost a pity that this was a jo--
"I meant it!" Other Boy (and Cameron really needed to pay attention to other people more often--he was fairly certain that the guy confessing to him was in his class) snapped.
Cameron squinted up in confusion, then decided that he shouldn't think too much about it. Probably needed some sort of proof--oh, maybe the guy had friends watching in the doorway. He would look, but all he really wanted to do was go to sleep again.
"Christ," he muttered, "Fine," and reached up, curling his hand on the guy's shirt and yanking him down.
He didn't tongue the guy (if he did then he could kiss his life goodbye--besides, he didn't make out [seriously, anyway] with straight boys), but it was okay. A little bit of hurt from the initial mashing (damned teeth), and the guy was too surprised to react (good thing, as it meant he didn't get punched right away). Forgettable, Cameron decided.
Then he let go and dropped his head back onto his desk. He closed his eyes and muttered. "Right then. Now take you and your friends and go away." He somewhat expected to be hauled up and slugged, but after a few moments of nothing happening decided that the guy probably ran off.
Ah well.
Cameron went back to sleep.
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"You were kissing someone in the middle of class yesterday."
Cameron noticed that it wasn't a question. Now that he thought about it there were more whispering going on around him and, well, if there was anything else it just flew right over his head. He leaned heavily on an elbow, chin propped up with a hand. Lisa was watching him with a critical look in her eyes, figure straight and prim. She didn't do casual.
"Eh," he said.
"You really need to sleep more at night."
"Ehh..." Cameron sighed, head drooping. "I'm a night owl, I don't do daytime."
"Dude, you're like a zombie during the day." Terry smiled and wrapped an arm around Lisa. They would have been sickening, except it was kind of cute, the way Terry chased after Lisa like a puppy.
Lisa gave Terry an absentminded pat on his hand, ice blue eyes staring straight at Cameron, like she could dissect him with her gaze alone. "You kissed Len, of all people."
"Len?" Terry seemed like he didn't know whether to sound impressed or horrified.
"Len?" Cameron echoed. So that was that guy's name.
"You're hopeless." Lisa shook her head. "He's on the soccer team."
"Huh. I thought he was a jock."
"Hey!"
Cameron blinked at Terry. "You're okay. For a jock." Terry was one of the stars on the football team. That was probably a large reason why Cameron had only gotten looks the entire day--even at lunch, come to think of it.
Terry shook his head and smiled. Terry was the nicest guy on earth, which is the only reason Cameron approved of him.
"Len, huh," he mused out loud.
"He's a nice guy," Terry insisted.
"Thanks for that." The dry voice caused all three of them to turn around. Cameron squinted at the guy who was staring right at him.
"Oh, hey Moore," Terry said.
"Davis." Len inclined his head.
Lisa was staring hard at Len, like she could bore a hole into his brain. Len gave her a hesitant smile and she sniffed and looked away.
"Don't mind her." Terry laughed. "She's just a bit peeved about finding out so late. She mother hens Cam over here."
"I'm still here," she said, voice cold.
Cameron yawned.
"Can I talk to you privately?" Len asked him.
Cameron frowned and made a curt gesture at the table. "Just say it here." He paused, then said, "You know, witnesses and the like."
Len frowned and his hands fidgeted. "Well," he hesitated before forging ahead, "It wasn't a joke."
Cameron sighed. Not this again. What, did he look stupid or something? Sure he was sleeping in class all the time, but he aced all of them anyway. "Right," he drawled, "And the moon is made of cheese."
The other boy screwed up his face in frustration. "I really do like you," he insisted.
"Uh huh."
Terry looked incredibly uncomfortable. Lisa could have been a statue with a hawk's eyes.
"It's not a joke."
"Then what about them?" Cameron pointed towards the table filled with the soccer players staring at them.
Len sighed. "They're just curious."
"Right." Cameron rolled his eyes and dropped his head onto an arm. "Sure."
At a loss for words, Len looked at Terry and Lisa, both of whom said nothing. He made a low sound, pivoted, and walked away.
Terry said, tentative, "You know, I don't think he was joking."
Cameron faked a snore.
-
Pep rallies, Cameron thought, should be non-compulsory. He leaned himself against Lisa's arm, ignored her batting motions, and closed his eyes.
They were all the same and, beyond that, Cameron just didn't care. He'd rather be listening to music or teasing Terry to death or sleeping. What use did he have for--
"CAMERON REID."
Cameron spluttered and sat up. "Wha--" Len was standing on the stage with a determined look stamped on his face.
"I WASN'T JOKING AND IT WASN'T A BET."
Oh holy shit. Lisa's body twitched. Cameron glanced at her. She had this pinched look on her face that she always got when she was trying not to laugh.
"TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, DAMN IT."
Cameron stared helplessly at Len, who seemed to ignore all of the crazy motions people were making with their arms in an attempt to get him to stop.
"I REALLY LIKE YOU." Len was finally dragged off the stage. Cameron could only stare.
"Huh," Lisa said, a cat-like smile on her face. "Well, I approve."
-
"Are you insane?" Cameron asked, hands waving because words were just not enough.
Len had a mulish expression.
"In front of everybody?" Not that he really cared--okay, he was actually really flattered, but he spent the majority of his life flying under the radar and Len just yanked him into the limelight.
"You wouldn't believe me," Len said.
"Well I believe you now," Cameron muttered.
"That was kind of the point."
Cameron pointed at him. "Shut up!"
Len smiled, slow and easy. It was a nice smile. "So?"
"Are you the stalker type? Am I going to wake up in the morning with a dead animal across my bed?"
Len laughed, teeth white and gleaming. Shit, Cameron was noticing everything about him now; the way the other boy stood, the shine on his hair, the tilt of his head. Argh. Arghhh.
"Fine!" Cameron said, throwing up his hands. "Fine! I'll go out with you!" Because he was, secretly, really rather flattered. By the way Len was grinning at him Cameron suspected that the secret wouldn't stay so for very long. Damn it.
That was a very sweet smile across Len's face. Cameron felt doomed.
"Good," Len said and swooped down.
The resulting kiss was... wow. Wow. Apparently reciprocation made all of the difference.
Cameron made a sound deep in his throat when Len pulled away and blushed horribly once he realized it. "You..." he faltered. "You are going to drive me crazy."
Len laughed. "Good," he said, "since I already am." His fingers rested gently on Cameron's cheek.
Cameron was doomed.