Title: Roomie
Author: Kate
Fandom: Dead Poets Society
Series: Maybe
Pairing: Todd/Cameron (with some Charlie/Todd)
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Yes, please...you don't even have to be kind. Any and all comments welcome at: Freya69662@aol.com
Archive: Marrow of Life, otherwise- ask first, I'll say yes
Disclaimer: None of them are mine, though I wish they were.
Summary: Todd finds an unexpected way to deal with the events at the end of the movie.
Spoilers: sorta follows cannon, so spoilers for the movie.
Warnings: humor (oh, no!)... sorta non-consensual...BIG OL' WARNING: After listening to talk on the list (though I think it was joking) I just want to make sure you all realize that this fic, does indeed contain Cameron AND sex.
Notes: Thanks to Marguerite my one and only master and creative consultant (she made me do the teddy thing!). Thanks to Kim for beta-ing (how do you spell that?), any remaining mistakes are mine, and mine alone. Text in ** indicates Cameron's thoughts. Text in ( ) indicates the narrator attempting to be smart.Roomie
by Kate
Freya69662@aol.com"Hello, Cameron."
Richard Cameron had never been quite so startled as he was when Todd entered his room. After Neil's death and Charlie's expulsion, Cameron had been expecting to be assigned a new roommate. Maybe a new transfer student. He had NOT expected that Todd would become his roommate. Cameron sighed. It was gonna be a rough semester.
"Hi, Todd. How are you?" Cameron asked.
It was not a good choice of words.
"How am I? How am I? Well, let's see, my best friend is dead. In the bargain I'm out one hell of a roommate. What else? Well, Knox and Pitts have been moved to a different hall. Probably not hear from them so much now. And Charlie has been expelled- which means I'm out a lover. Does that shock you?"
(Shock him? Why ever would that shock him?) *Yeah, you could say that.*
"But you know what? That's your fault. See, you're the one who snitched, so you're the one who got him thrown out. But now that we're going to be living together, I think we ought to move past these things."
Cameron closed his gaping mouth. "Y-yeah. I mean, it.... Um.... It's all water under the bridge. It was for the best. Now we can get on with normal life, and.... and.... stuff."
Cameron was aware that he was babbling. But the revelation that Todd and Charlie had been lovers was simply too arousing to consider. Wait, arousing? Where had that thought come from? No, he had meant to think embarrassing. Just a slip of the mental tongue.
*Yeah, a slip- a Freudian slip* Cameron's treacherous mind whispered. *Shut up* Cameron's will whispered back.
"Yeah, just get on with things as usual. Starting with dinner. The bell just rang, let's go." Todd tossed his empty suitcase onto his new bed and left the room.
Cameron stared after Todd. Maybe he'd just misunderstood Todd. Yeah, that was it. Todd must have said that he and Charlie were... loners... they were loners, together. Okay, now that was cleared up.
Cameron headed for dinner with a lighter mind and a healthy appetite. For food... only food. (Yeah, right.)
*********
Well, that had been interesting. Not the food, it was the same Hellton hash as before break- literally. No, it had been Todd that had made dinner interesting. Todd hadn't really done anything different, he just seemed to be STARING at Cameron whenever their gazes had chanced to meet.
Then in the convocation in the chapel after dinner, Todd had seated himself right next to Cameron. And he'd kept rubbing right up against Cameron's thigh with his own. Not that Todd had given any indication he knew he was doing it. But every time Cameron moved away, Todd had followed. Right up until Cameron scooted himself off the end of the pew. Then Todd had suddenly been three feet away as Cameron picked himself up and apologized into the sudden silence. Cameron didn't think he'd ever blushed so hard.
Strange behavior aside, Cameron was ready to get to sleep. It was lights out in ten minutes. Cameron turned out the lights, climbed into his cozy little bed, curled up with his secret teddy bear, and began to drift off.
Lights out had been called a while ago, and he was just on the edge of unconsciousness. That's when the door opened.
Cameron listened to the whooshing of fabric as Todd removed his robe and hung it on the back of the door. Soft footsteps shuffled across the room. The bed springs creaked as Todd sat down. Slippers hit the floor with soft *thunk* sounds. The rustling of sheets. A further squeaking of hinges. Cameron closed his eyes. (Off to dream of sex, squirrels and his mother's chicken. What? It's Cameron.)
And suddenly he wasn't alone. Clutching his teddy bear tightly to his chest, Cameron froze in shock. Because Todd was in bed with him. In fact, Todd was right behind him.
Todd whispered directly into Cameron's ear. "Hey, Richard-do you mind if I call you Richard? That's so formal, how about Dicky? Yeah, that's good. Anyway, remember how I said that it was time to move on? Well, I still want to move on, but I'm lonely, too. Guess who gets to replace Charlie?"
The sensation of warm, moist air on his neck and ear distracted Cameron from the content of Todd's speech for a moment. Then the words sank in. He was to replace Charlie- Todd's lover. Oh, God, this was not happening.
"Look, Todd. Um, I'm...flattered and all, but I-I-I-ohhhhhhh." Cameron's voice trailed off in a moan as Todd's mouth suddenly attached itself to his neck. "AAAhhhhh.... I don't think..."
"Exactly." Todd's murmuring voice reverberated against his throat. "That's how it works. You don't think. You don't talk. You don't do anything, unless I tell you to."
Cameron gasped as he felt Todd's hands sliding around his waist. One moved to unbutton Cameron's pajama shirt. The other slid under his body and up inside his shirt in the same movement. Suddenly, those soft hands were tormenting him. Running in circles on his stomach. Softly fluttering over his nipples. Oh, God, it felt so good. Cameron couldn't stop himself from moaning. And squirming. And panting for breath. This was wrong and he shouldn't be doing this. (That's what the nice doctors all said.) He would just tell Todd to stop and it would all be over. They'd just pretend this hadn't happened. That was what they'd do.
Suddenly, the caressing stopped. And then Cameron was gasping in pain, because Todd had both of his nipples pinched tightly between strong fingers and was slowly twisting.
"See, there, you were thinking again. And you know what? You weren't listening. You should always listen to what I say. I'll go easy on you this time, though. Now, turn over." Todd released the pressure on Cameron's nipples.
Cameron rolled onto his back. In the weak moonlight streaming through the window he could see into the maniacally grinning face above him. Who was this person, and what had he done to quiet, shy Todd Anderson?
"Say, do you know what it's like when you get used to something, and then you have it taken away?"
Cameron just stared at him blankly.
"You look confused, Dicky, let's make it easier for you. Say, food. When you're home for the summer, you get used to eating real food, and then when you come back to Hellton you have to eat Hellton hash, right? And you miss real food, right?"
Cameron nodded dumbly. Nodding was about all he could do because those magical hands were back again, pushing his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. Running smoothly up and down his chest, pressing into the muscles like a massage, only so much more. *Oh, God, it felt so good! It was like... It was like driving 5 miles above the speed limit in his dad's car- down the driveway.* (Oh, the forbidden thrill.)
"You see, Dicky, I got used to being with Charlie whenever I wanted to. It's really not that difficult to sneak off the school grounds if you know what you're doing. It's a lot harder to get things on, though. You know how you sneak food from home onto school grounds? Well, I can't exactly sneak Charlie onto school grounds. But I've got you, right?"
And with that statement Todd's right hand plunged into the front of Cameron's pajama bottoms. His left went into the button-shut `back door' flap of Cameron's pajamas. They were old fashioned, but easy access- a good thing at the moment. Of course, in the future it would be harder to trust his mother's judgement in clothing, but right now Cameron was willing to make that sacrifice.
In all of his living years Richard S. Cameron had never felt anything so good. In all of his teenaged, hormone- riddled fantasies he'd very seldom planned to think of doing things with other boys (of course he did anyway, didn't everybody?), but the (not so) little he'd imagined hadn't been as good as the reality of Todd's hands on him.
"And I suppose you'll have to do," Todd murmured, just before flipping around in the bed so that he was face to dick with Cameron.
Cameron wondered exactly what he was supposed to do with the cock that was suddenly staring him in the face (one-eyed, of course). Wouldn't you know that Todd slept naked? Or maybe he just wasn't wearing clothes tonight. Special occasion and all.
Then Cameron stopped thinking at all (which was part of the plan after all), as Todd took Cameron's dick into his mouth.
"OH....my.... GOD!" Cameron's body arched into a bow, straining like... a bow...before crashing back down onto the bed.
Todd's mouth separated from Cameron's dick with a soft, popping sound. "Now, Dicky, I wouldn't go quite that far. I'm good, but not that good. However, if you feel the need to worship, feel free to deal with the idol in front of your face. In whatever way you would like."
And then Todd was back to doing his vacuum impersonation. *Oooooooohhhhhh, yeah* This could be good. Cameron continued to arch into the strong suction while beginning to knead the slightly fuzzy skin before him with a gratifying lack of reluctance and an overabundance of lust.
"Uh, Dicky.... that's not me. And while I'm sure you've done your share of 'bonding' with the teddy bear, I'd really appreciate it if you'd direct your attention to the body giving you a blow job, not the stuffed one you use to jerk yourself off."
Well, duh. Cameron wasn't stupid, he was just a little misguided. That's what his therapist said. So, he redirected his attentions to the stiff flesh before him. There was, of course, no way in hell that Cameron was gonna put that thing in his mouth. Ever. Especially not on a first date. Then it'd seem like he was easy. So Cameron took Todd's cock and did something he had done to himself hundreds (of thousands) of times. He began to gently stroke Todd's cock. Then Todd did something amazing with his tongue, and it was quite a while before Cameron's brain checked in with his hand again. Luckily, conditioning held, and Cameron continued to stroke the hard cock before him.
Right up until it erupted like Mt. Vesuvius in his face. At which point things got a little sticky. Then Cameron felt himself coming, and he couldn't stop himself from crying out in ecstasy. Mouth open, head back, howling like a demented weasel. Just in time to get a mouthful of come.
*Hmmm, tastes like chicken* was Cameron's last thought before blacking out.
*********
Cameron to the freezing cold of a January morning. Stretching lazily, Cameron recalled the truly strange dream he'd had the previous night. For some reason he'd dreamed of getting a blow job from Todd Anderson, of all people. But that was just wrong!
Cameron opened his eyes, and stopped breathing. Because perched on his chest was his secret teddy bear. Covered in white streaks of come.
"Morning, Cameron. How'd you sleep?" Todd walked through the door wearing a robe and a towel on his head. Closing the door behind him, Todd moved to dress in the clothes already laid out on his bed. Todd stood naked after dropping his robe, considering the school uniform he was going to have to put on for the day. With a sigh, he began to dress.
Okay, now that Todd's delicious... um, ridiculous... display of nudity was covered, Cameron could think. "Todd... what happened last night?"
"Oh, nothing much: dinner, convocation, lights out, sleep. And of course we got off. Why?" Todd was completely dressed now, and he gathered his books. Ready to head to his first class, he turned to look at Cameron, who was still in bed.
Cameron closed his mouth for a second. And then he made a mistake. "You made me touch you! I didn't wanna do it! I didn't wanna do it! You made me touch you! It's true!"
"Oh, yeah. Sure I did. And I forced you to like it. And I made to taste my come, too. And, hey, Cameron- if you wanna fink on this one, remember to tell them that I never actually asked you to touch me in any way. Of course, if you do talk to them I'll be very disappointed in you." Todd picked up the teddy bear and looked into its streaked face for a moment before ripping its innocent, sweet, little head off. "Of course, they'll probably expel me anyway. And then you'll have a room all to yourself. I won't be here. And I'm sure if you get a new roomie they'd never try anything like what we did last night. Nope. Never. Think about it, Dicky."
With that, Todd left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Richard S. Cameron whimpered.
THE END
No teddy bears were harmed during the writing of this fic (although, Blue, Walter, Fox and Bondage!Dog do give me weird looks now and again)