Word Count: 1,191
Rating: NC-17/dirty talk and rough sex
Notes: For race_the_ace, who wanted Cam speaking in Chinese to turn John on. Day late, dollar short, but here it is, with bonus terrible French!
Other notes: On that note, yeah, one of these days when I write a language fic it's going to involve a language I speak. Most of the French is probably wrong, but I'd be shocked if the Chinese is right at all. The French I kind of hobbled through with some help, but the Chinese is all Google. Sorry? Hover over the language bits for the translation I'm giving for it. Entire list is at the end, but that's a pain, so I put it all in. :D
“Hey,” John greets as he walks into the apartment he shares with Cam. The television in their bedroom is on, and after a quick scan of the rest of the rooms, John can see it’s the only source of light in the whole place. The sound is low enough that John can’t tell what it is. He dumps his things in the hallway and kicks off his boots before making his way to the last door on the left. “What are you watching?”
“A piān,” Cam’s voice rumbles from the bed as John stops in the doorway. “Yì yín.”
John sucks in a breath. Yeah, it’s porn, he can see that, but that’s not what’s drawing his focus right now. No, that would be his partner, sprawled across their bed naked as the day he was born, smirking that wicked little smile as he dirty-talks in Chinese.
“Yeah,” John says, knowing he’s not sounding casual, not even caring, because Cam knows how much this turns him on. “I noticed.”
Cam just chuckles as he reaches out and catches John’s wrist. “Seninle sikmek istiyorum.”
“Yeah,” John agrees, code-switching right along with Cam. “Sounds good to me.”
Cam brings John’s hand to his face and breathes over the inside of his wrist for a split second before licking the sensitive skin there. John’s eyes slide shut on their own before he forces them open and snatches his hand back, scowling. Cam laughs and reaches his hand down to stroke himself lazily. “ Xī wǒ de jī ba,” he says, and John just drops like he can’t help it.
John knows Cam can’t possibly have been waiting for long; he’d only gotten out of the Mountain an hour before John had, and he’d had to stop for… something, John thinks as he stops caring and leans forward, still fully dressed, and licks a stripe up the underside of Cam’s cock, tracing the vein there with his tongue before running it over the slit in the top. Cam lets out a slow breath and rests a hand in john’s hair nudging him up and over and down. His mouth is full of Cam’s cock, all of a sudden, and he can hear Cam talking above him as he works his way up and down.
“Nǐ kàn yín dàng,” he’s saying, and John doesn’t speak Chinese but he knows the relevant phrases. He’s sure he looks exactly like Cam is describing. “Rì, John, wǒ xiǎng nǐ tā mā de.”
John sits back enough to let Cam’s cock slip from between his lips. “Sounds good to me,” he tells Cam, stripping as quickly as he can while kneeling in front of Cam. Once he’s naked, he leans back to get his mouth back on Cam, but Cam has already moved, half-twisted across the bed to open the drawer in the nightstand. He finds the lube and smirks across the bed at John, pointing to the end of the bed.
“Shǒu hé xīgài,” he says, and John’s never obeyed an order more quickly, except maybe last time they did this. He’s on his hands and knees in an instant, waiting, waiting.
“Wánshàn,” Cam breathes, head bent so his mouth is right next to John’s ear. “Wǒ de.”
“Sik beni,” John means to snap, but it comes out a little more roughly than he’d meant it to. Cam laughs, warm breath over John’s ear, and catches John’s ear between his teeth. He nips lightly before soothing the spot with his tongue.
John groans and sets his arms on the bed for support, can’t help it, and Cam laughs in his ear again even as he moves a hand down to cup John’s ass.
“Wǒ de,” Cam repeats, and all John can do is moan, “Ouais, ouais, vôtre, oui.”
They’d talked about it, sort of, once upon a time. Cam had learned Chinese during a posting he’s still not allowed to talk about, and he’s more fluent than he lets on. John’s just as fluent in French; his family had spent summers there until he was fourteen, and he’d taken it in school as well. They’ve each got groundings in other languages – Turkish, Irish, most of the Romance languages, Arabic, Russian, and John picked up a book on Hebrew a couple of months ago – but they each revert to the languages they know best in the heat of things. They’re both taken the time to learn the important words and phrases in several languages, though.
Important phrases. You’re amazing. You’re perfect. I’ve been thinking about you. You’re my everything. I love you so fucking much it hurts some days.
It’s easier to say it when it’s not English. Neither of them wants to know why that’s true, only that it is.
John stops thinking about it and gasps as Cam presses his finger down, rubbing at his entrance. He hears the lube click open and can feel Cam drip some of the gel onto his lower back. The lid snaps shut, and Cam’s finger moves, rubbing the slick down and around, around, around, until John’s moving his hips back and the words are spilling from his lips, “S'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, Cam, mon dieu, baise moi.”
“Shì a,” Cam replies, and just like that, he pushes in, slow like burning and heat and John drops his head to his folded arms and breathes because the line between the pleasure and the pain is like liquid, not quite a stable state, and John’s teetering on that delicious edge until Cam settles all the way in and rests his hand in the small of John’s back.
“C’est bonne,” John gasps, and it is, it really is; it’s every nerve ending in his body on fire and feeling Cam everywhere all at once. “S'il vous plaît, mon dieu, déplacez tu.”
Cam moves, so slowly that it makes John want to scream and sob and move with Cam, but Cam’s hand on his back is holding his steady so he waits as Cam pulls and pushes, moves back and forth, until the words spilling from both of them are a prayer and a promise and something else, something entirely theirs.
“Merde, s'il vous plaît-”
“Tā mā de, qǐng-”
“Ne laissez jamais-”
And then there are no words. There’s only John moaning as Cam changes his angle the barest bit and strokes John’s cock, and there’s Cam gasping as he thrusts deep and comes, and there’s John letting out a long breath as Cam moves and flips him and closes his lips around John’s cock and sucks and sucks until John lets go and comes.
Cam moves back up John’s side so he can press their mouths together, and it’s a sleepy, lazy kind of kiss.
“Je vous aime tellement ça fait mal,” Cam says, and his accent is terrible, but John doesn’t care.
“Wǒ ài nǐ shèng guò yīqiè,” John replies in an equally horrible accent, and Cam just smiles and kisses him again.
“More than flying?” Cam teases, and John smirks.
“Don’t push it,” he replies, but he kisses Cam anyway, and knows that Cam knows – yeah, even more than flying.
Translation guide! (In order of appearance in the fic.)
A piān: porn. Chinese.
Yì yín: fantasizing, thinking dirty thoughts. Chinese.
Seninle sikmek istiyorum: I want to fuck you. Turkish.
Xī wǒ de jī ba: suck my dick. Chinese.
Nǐ kàn yín dàng: you look dirty. Chinese.
Rì: fuck. Chinese.
Wǒ xiǎng nǐ tā mā de: I want to fuck you. Chinese.
Shǒu hé xīgài: hands and knees. Chinese.
Wánshàn: perfect. Chinese.
Wǒ de: mine. Chinese.
Sik beni: fuck me. Turkish.
Ouais, vôtre, oui: yeah, yours, yes. French.
S'il vous plaît, mon dieu, baise moi: please, God, fuck me. French.
Shì a: yes. Chinese.
C’est bonne: it’s good. French.
Déplacez tu: move. French.
Merde – shit. French.
Tā mā de, qǐng: fuck, please. Chinese.
Ne laissez jamais : don’t ever leave. French.
Yīqiè: everything. Chinese.
Je vous aime tellement ça fait mal : I love you so much it hurts. French.
Wǒ ài nǐ shèng guò yīqiè: I love you more than anything. Chinese.