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smallfandomflshTitle: the night was made for loving
Author: moon_destiny
Fandom: Power Rangers: Ninja Storm
Pairing/Characters: Hunter/Cam
Rating/Category: PG/Slash
Word Count: 418
Spoilers: none
Summary: One cold night...
Notes/Warnings: none
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Hunter gets up to leave, the room having gotten cold, the heater not kicking in yet. The heater never kicks in when a person wants warmth; it always makes you freeze beforehand. Maybe there's some sort of masochist pleasure in freezing your balls off before the sweet comfort and toasty-ness of a warm room envelopes you.
He sits up, intent on going away, somewhere, though he has no idea where he'd go – it's his room at the Thunder academy after all, but Cam's arm shoots out from underneath the covers before he even gets one leg off the bed and onto the floor.
“Stay,” Cam says.
Isn't that weird? Cam's asking him to stay in his own room. It's messed up, is what it is. But then so are many other things.
Hunter lies back down, not relaxed at all and probably not gonna be able to go to sleep now. But Cam lifts the blanket and covers Hunter with it, his arm sneaking around Hunter's waist underneath, a gentle pressure at his back and a hand on his naked stomach. Why isn't he wearing a shirt? Where are his boxers, is the more pressing problem? He can't answer either.
Oh. There's that warmth he was missing. Cam's head burrows into the back of his neck and Hunter starts freaking out silently in his head. He's not the little spoon, he's not the little spoon, he's not the little spoon.
He's not? Okay, stop badgering him. If he repeats it enough, it will be true.
Yet...that feels kinda nice, oddly. His face goes smush into the cool pillow and he thinks he hears soft snores coming from Cam. They're kinda, sorta nice to listen to in the stillness and silence of his room. It makes him feel like he's not alone; like there's a person on this earth who doesn't mind sharing his space, his life, filling him with a happiness he didn't think he ever had before.
Cam fills up his life in other ways too, but he's tired all of a sudden and he never was one for introspection much.
He thinks he closes his eyes to rest them for a minute but he really falls asleep.
Ah, well, by the time he wakes up in the morning, it'll be too late to regret that he let his guard down. And because of Cam Watanabe.
Not that it'd matter. There will be more pressing things in the morning than his quiet, gay freak out.
Author: moon_destiny
Fandom: Power Rangers: Ninja Storm
Pairing/Characters: Hunter/Cam
Rating/Category: PG/Slash
Word Count: 418
Spoilers: none
Summary: One cold night...
Notes/Warnings: none
*
Hunter gets up to leave, the room having gotten cold, the heater not kicking in yet. The heater never kicks in when a person wants warmth; it always makes you freeze beforehand. Maybe there's some sort of masochist pleasure in freezing your balls off before the sweet comfort and toasty-ness of a warm room envelopes you.
He sits up, intent on going away, somewhere, though he has no idea where he'd go – it's his room at the Thunder academy after all, but Cam's arm shoots out from underneath the covers before he even gets one leg off the bed and onto the floor.
“Stay,” Cam says.
Isn't that weird? Cam's asking him to stay in his own room. It's messed up, is what it is. But then so are many other things.
Hunter lies back down, not relaxed at all and probably not gonna be able to go to sleep now. But Cam lifts the blanket and covers Hunter with it, his arm sneaking around Hunter's waist underneath, a gentle pressure at his back and a hand on his naked stomach. Why isn't he wearing a shirt? Where are his boxers, is the more pressing problem? He can't answer either.
Oh. There's that warmth he was missing. Cam's head burrows into the back of his neck and Hunter starts freaking out silently in his head. He's not the little spoon, he's not the little spoon, he's not the little spoon.
He's not? Okay, stop badgering him. If he repeats it enough, it will be true.
Yet...that feels kinda nice, oddly. His face goes smush into the cool pillow and he thinks he hears soft snores coming from Cam. They're kinda, sorta nice to listen to in the stillness and silence of his room. It makes him feel like he's not alone; like there's a person on this earth who doesn't mind sharing his space, his life, filling him with a happiness he didn't think he ever had before.
Cam fills up his life in other ways too, but he's tired all of a sudden and he never was one for introspection much.
He thinks he closes his eyes to rest them for a minute but he really falls asleep.
Ah, well, by the time he wakes up in the morning, it'll be too late to regret that he let his guard down. And because of Cam Watanabe.
Not that it'd matter. There will be more pressing things in the morning than his quiet, gay freak out.
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