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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Terminator:_The_Sarah_Connor_Chronicles
  Relationship:
      John_Connor/Cameron_Phillips
  Character:
      John_Connor, Cameron_Phillips, Sarah_Connor
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt/Comfort, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-01 Words: 2187
****** Happy Birthday ******
by bigboobedcanuck
Summary
     He knows Terminators aren’t truly supposed to feel pain, but they
     aren’t supposed to sit down at the table every night for his mom’s
     casserole, either. Cameron’s different.
     She doesn’t respond. “Cameron?”
     “Yes.”
     “Does it hurt?”
     She looks up, and John flinches at what he sees in her eyes. “The
     data is complex.”
Notes
     Importing my old fic from LJ. Spoilers through 109; this is both
     angsty and 'shippy, as is my wont.
John shuffled into the kitchen, yawning widely. Cameron stood at the window,
peering out, unblinking as always.
“Where’s my mom?”
Cameron didn’t move. “She and Derek went on an assignment. They did not share
the nature of it.”
Taking a carton of milk from the fridge, John gulped. His mother hated it when
he did that, but fuck her. She’s the one who forgot his birthday. Again. He
leaned against the counter, holding the carton, deciding how to celebrate his
so-called special day.
Her lips were soft and warm as they pressed against his cheek, and she smelled
like sweet oranges. John jumped back, milk splattering all over the floor, the
carton landing with a thud at his feet. Cameron stood ramrod straight,
regarding him. Cocking her head, she asked, “Was that the wrong thing to do?”
No. Yes. No. “Why did you do it?”
“It’s your birthday. I was wishing you well. This is one of several methods
typically used.”
As usual, Cameron left John searching for something to say in response.
“Thanks.” He tried to find the paper towels, but by the time he did, Cameron
was already cleaning up the milk with the sponge from the sink.
“Thanks,” John repeated. “I’m going to have a shower.”
Cameron didn’t reply, and methodically sopped up the milk from the floor. At
the door, John turned. “Do you ever tell the truth?”
She continued wiping, not looking up. “Yes.”
“About important things?”
Her eyes met his. “Yes.”
*
Sitting at his desk, the explosion rattles John’s body from the soles of his
feet to the top of his head. His mother tries to stop him, but as soon as he
sees the flaming car from the window, he races outside. Neighbours are already
gathering as Cameron emerges from the wreck, hair and clothes on fire, skin
melting.
John smothers the scream in his throat and runs faster.
Just as he gets to her, his mother is there with a blanket, tossing it over
Cameron and shoving her to the ground, dousing the flames. “We need to get her
to the hospital, John.” His mother is speaking loudly for the benefit of the
gathering crowd. Cameron must understand, since she doesn’t resist as John
scoops her up into his arms. He shouldn’t be able to lift her, but he does,
taking her into the garage.
His mother opens the back door of the dead man’s car and John gently places
Cameron inside, the blanket still covering her completely. His mom grasps his
shoulders roughly. “Now go, John. Do you have your cell?” John pats his pockets
and feels the lump. Handing him one of the emergency backpacks stored in every
room, she kisses him quickly. “I’ll call you when it’s safe. Don’t come back
until then, no matter what you think is happening.” She turns, but swings back
around. “She’s no good to us if she can’t pass for human.”
Then she’s gone.
*
The water coursed over his body, and John closed his eyes as the steam began to
rise. He loved showers. Perhaps it was because he knew that if things didn’t go
well for humanity, hot water wouldn’t be so plentiful in the future.
After rinsing the shampoo from his hair, John’s hand drifted to his cock,
grasping it lightly. As he began stroking in a familiar rhythm, he tried to
think of that hot girl from school, or Drew Barrymore, but as always, his
thoughts returned to her.
He imagined kissing Cameron, pressing up against her hard/soft body, peeling
her clothes off. In his mind, he took her nipple in his mouth, and her back
arched as a gasp of pleasure — real pleasure — escaped her lips. She spread her
legs and he fucked her as she begged him to do it harder.
John wondered for the millionth time what she’d feel like inside, and if he
would know the difference between Cameron and a woman who was all human. Not
that he’d ever done more than feel a girl up under her shirt.
He squeezed himself, moaning softly as he thought about how tight and hot and
amazing Cameron would feel. He knew it was wrong, but if it was just in his
head, it wasn’t hurting anyone.
Jerking himself faster, John braced one hand on the tiles. He could see Cameron
kissing him, could hear her calling his name as he pounded into her. He shook
and groaned as he came, whispering her name into the heavy, hazy air.
Later, as he ate breakfast at the kitchen table, John felt Cameron’s eyes on
him from where she stood by the window once more. When he glanced up, her face
was turned back to the glass so quickly he couldn’t be sure she’d ever looked
at him at all.
*
Returning to the hills where they found Jessica Peck’s body, John has to remind
himself repeatedly to follow the speed limit. He prays that the car hasn’t been
reported stolen, and guesses that since it belonged to a criminal, it hasn’t.
Cameron is quiet under the blanket, and John finds himself babbling aloud about
how everything will be okay.
She’s a machine. She has to be okay.
As they idle at a red light, Cameron finally speaks. “We need supplies.” Her
voice is raw and scratchy, slightly muffled by the thick afghan.
“What should I get?” The backpack has five hundred dollars in cash stowed away
inside, along with a first-aid kit, non-perishable food, and guns and ammo.
“Oil.”
“Like…oil you’d put in a car?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“1.56 gallons.”
“Okay. Don’t worry, everything will be okay.”
She doesn’t answer.
*
The vodka burned as it went down, but John forced himself to swallow. Flopped
out on his bed, he laughed bitterly. The future leader of mankind having a pity
party and drinking before noon. Pathetic.
He drank some more — hey, he was really 24, after all — and closed his eyes. He
wasn’t sure how long Cameron was there, and he only realized she was when the
bed dipped and she perched on the side, facing him.
John rolled his eyes. “Is this the part where you play the role of my mother
and give me a lecture?”
Her brow wrinkled just a tiny bit. “Do you want me to?” Then her voice changed
and became Sarah’s. “John, you shouldn’t be drinking. I’m very disappointed in
you.”
A shiver ran up John’s spine. “God, don’t do that! It freaks me out.”
She became Cameron again. “Sorry.” Reaching for the bottle, she took a gulp
without wincing.
The weirdness never stopped. “Alcohol doesn’t affect you, does it?”
“No.” She swallowed again.
“Then why are you doing that?”
“You don’t like drinking alone.”
*
John parks as deeply in the forest as he can. The light’s fading, but when he
slowly pulls back the blanket, he can see that the damage is horrific. What
little remains of Cameron’s hair sticks out in singed tufts, and her skin is
terribly red and blistered. In a few places, the metal shows through, and John
can see the spot on her head where he’d taken out her chip only days ago.
John wishes his mother was with him.
“Take my clothes off.”
He snaps back to attention. “What?”
“My clothes. The fabric is seared onto the dead skin and it won’t re-grow if
you don’t remove it.”
“It’ll re-grow? Your skin?”
“Yes.”
“And your hair?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
She regards him evenly, as always. “I can do a lot of things.”
John’s not sure what to say to that. “How long will it take? To…re-grow?”
“It will take nine hours, three minutes and seven seconds to repair the current
damage.”
John tries not to freak out as he peels the clothing — and skin — from her
body. It’s awkward in the back of the car, but he does his best. “Does it
hurt?”
He knows Terminators aren’t truly supposed to feel pain, but they aren’t
supposed to sit down at the table every night for his mom’s casserole, either.
Cameron’s different.
She doesn’t respond. “Cameron?”
“Yes.”
“Does it hurt?”
She looks up, and John flinches at what he sees in her eyes. “The data is
complex.”
*
Just as the alcohol buzz began to wear off, Cameron put her hand on John’s
thigh. “You’re exhibiting high levels of stress. Do you want me to alleviate
it?”
“Um…” John tried to focus. Clearly he should say no.
“Roll over.”
Before he could talk himself out of it, John followed orders. Cameron began
massaging his back and shoulders through his t-shirt, and he had to bite his
lip to stop from moaning out loud.
He got hard in about .25 seconds, and as Cameron continued gently kneading his
flesh, John resisted the urge to hump the mattress to relieve the growing
pressure. Her hands roamed over his back, finding the tight knots in his
muscles as if she’d done it a million times before. Then, without warning, she
flipped him over. John’s breath caught in his throat, his face flushing.
Cameron steadily raked her gaze down to his crotch. Before she could say
anything, John blurted out, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“Why are you sorry?”
“I…” His heart pounded, sweat beading on his forehead.
Reaching out, Cameron brushed his lips with her fingertips.
His resistance broke, and in one motion, John sat up and kissed her, crushing
their mouths together. He didn’t care if it was wrong; he wanted it. He wanted
her. Needed her.
When he took a breath, Cameron’s tongue slipped inside his mouth, and he
stroked it with his own, and it was better than kissing Amber Wilson or Kate
Brewster or the girl at that party the year before whose name he never knew.
John wrapped his arms around her, and Cameron straddled him as they continued
kissing. Reaching down, she had his fly undone in an instant, her hand
unerringly finding his cock. John gasped at the contact, swallowing hard. “Have
you…done this before?” Clearly some machines were capable of having sex, since
Barbara Chamberlain had never known the difference.
As she began stroking him, Cameron pressed her forehead against his. “This
isn’t the first time.”
*
John gently rubs the sixth bottle of oil all over Cameron’s body as instructed.
There’s nothing sexual about it now, and he just wants her to be okay.
He wishes he knew who or what to pray to.
In the front seat, he digs out the first-aid kit from the emergency pack, not
caring that he’s getting thick black oil over everything. He finds a tube of
burn ointment. “Here, will this help?” He leans over the front seat and holds
it close to her face so Cameron doesn’t have to strain.
“It won’t accelerate re-growth.”
“But will it ease the pain?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus, then it’ll help.”
He’s pushed the passenger seat all the way forward so there’s a bit of room to
crouch in the back while he works on Cameron. He smoothes the ointment onto
what’s left of her skin, and hopes it works. Cameron lies as still as a statue,
and every so often he has to check to make sure she’s still…alive. Powered on.
Whatever.
John saves some of the ointment for later and clambers out the door. He
realizes he hasn’t pissed in hours and walks a few feet away to relieve himself
into some bushes. As he looks out over the lights of the city, he cries for
just a minute; quick, angry, scared tears.
Sarkissian is going to pay.
Back at the car, John opens the back door. Cameron gazes up at him, her eyes
stark in contrast to the black oil all over her body. “I need to go into
recovery mode.”
“Recovery mode?”
“Yes. It’s similar to sleep.”
“Oh. I didn’t know you did that.”
“It is very unusual.”
“Okay, what can I do to help?”
“You can reapply the oil every two hours.”
“That's all? There's nothing else?” John hates feeling so helpless. He hates
waiting. It’s what his whole life has been about.
She doesn’t answer for a moment. “I am very vulnerable in this state.”
When she doesn’t say anything else, John gets the gun out of the pack. He bends
down and slowly eases her up so he can sit on the back seat, and once her head
is in his lap, he closes the door behind him. Cameron’s long legs are curled,
and in the darkness he can see smears of white ointment criss-crossing her
body.
“I won’t leave you,” John tells her.
After that, he hears a faint whirring noise, and her eyes close.
*
John struggled to last as long as he could with Cameron’s hand stroking him up
and down so perfectly. When he came, he moaned loudly and squeezed her close,
his face against her neck. He pressed his lips to the soft skin there before
raising his head.
Cameron regarded him with a tiny smile on her lips. “Was that effective?”
He laughed, and kissed her.
 
 
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 moan. It wasnt a loud
high moan like liams, it was a deep growl kind of moan which only made liams
spine shudder with lust. Liam pulled off the nipple and went to dereks armpit.
Derek was pushing liams face into his armpit letting liam lick and suck on the
hairs. "He likes it rough derek" scott said and liam had noticed that stiles
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pulling the down to his ankles where derek kicked them off. Derek was wearing
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and while liam was upside down he stuck his dick in liams mouth. Liam was
moving it around with his tongue and sucking it into his throat. Derek was
growling with pleasure and liam could feel it getting hard in his mouth Derek
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would buck into his mouth, his hairy balls wold slap liam in the face. Laim had
his hands around dereks hairy thighs and was loving the huge dick in his thoat.
Derek pulled out and moved. Liam saw sott sitting in his arm chair and stiles
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cheeks apart and stuck his tongue in his ass. He was tasting all of dereks
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figured we'd give the little guys a treat and let you fuck us this time." Scott
ginned. "Who do you want to fuck first liam, your choice." Said stiles. "I want
to fuck...derek first. When i cum i want it to be in scotts ass." Liam said
looking at scott, scott was smiling. "Well what are you guys waiting for."
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the sky and held out a bottle of lube. Liam put some on his fingers and rubbed
it onto his raw cock. Then he to a finger and put it in dereks ass. Derek
growled with delite and he heard scott moaning too. Not long he had 3 fingers
moving around in dereks ass and derek was pushing back onto them. Liam pulled
out his fingers and plunged his dick into dereks ass. He was all the way in
before he knew it. Dereks ass hair and his pubic hair were tangled together.
Dereks giant legs where over liams sholders and his hands were grabing liams
legs. Liam was holding onto dereks legs and began moving in and out of dereks
warm buttery hole. Liam was moaning as he fucked dereks ass licking dereks leg
as if it were melting icecream. Stiles was doing the same thing with scott only
he was sucking on scotts fingers. Stiles was pounding hard into scott and scott
was moaning and panting. Liam began to fuck as hard as he could into derek and
he then leaned his whole body over. He was laying on dereks chest with his dick
still going hard in dereks ass and he had his hands on dereks chest. His face
was in a patch of dereks chest hair and he was lovingg it. Derek was growling
and had rapped his legs around liam. About 10 minutes passed and scott said
"switch!!!" He got up and kissed derek then pulled out of him. His dick and
body dripping with sweat. He slid across the bed and lifted scotts legs into
the air. "Come on baby i want you to go hard. Make daddy proud." Acott said
rubbing a hand on liams abbs. Liam jammed his dick into scott and began fucking
scotts brain out. Scotts ass clapping everytime liam slammed back in and liams
balls slamming against scott. Scott was screaming in pleasure and so was liam
Stiles and derek where fucking almost as hard. Stiles was going fast and had
derek press his legs up against his chest and was fucking into him. Derek was
growling and looking up at the ceiling. Liam then looked at scott and plunged
his dick in as hard and as fast as he could, scott was pushing back up against
liams dick and liam began to feel the warmth in his gut. "Im gonna cum
daddy!!!!" He yelled "Cum in my ass baby" scott howled. And liam began to come
in scotts ass, filling scotts ass. Stiles was moving faster and faster into
derek and soon had came with a loud "DERRREEEEKKKK". They pulled out and derek
said to stiles "eat your cum out of me. And stiles did so. He looked at the
white jizz leaking out of dereks hole and began to eat his own cum. Liam did
the same. He looked into scotts leaking hole and scott moaned as liam ate his
seed out of scott. "I think you and derek should fuck me." Liam said "at the
same time" And derek and scott both looked up amazed. "Hell yea " said scott
"derek you in. "Fuck yea" and he got up and took his hand to his ass and rubbed
some of stiles leftover cum on his dick. His dick was about a foot and at least
the same thickness as a baseball bat. He layed down on the bed and then scott
took some cum out of his ass and put it on his dick and fingered liams ass with
it. He layed down to where his and dereks dicks where right next to eachother.
Liam hovered his ass over the both of them and slowly took both of the heads
into his ass. He immediately stated to moan/scream. Stiles shoved his dick into
his mouth. Liam began to move down the two dicks and after about 20 minutes he
had finnaly got to both of their bases. He reached scotts way before dereks but
derek had pushed up inside of him. Scott was moaning and derek was growlung.
Stiles was moaning and liam was gagging and moaning. Scott began to gick liams
ass and liam began moaning loader. His ass was so full he could burst. Scott
had grabbed liams ips and was fucking into him, then derek began to move and no
matter how much liam wanted to scream. He couldnt make out a sound. He just put
a hand on dereks stomach and a hand on scotts thigh. They started getting
faster and before he knew it, scott was yelling and cumming in his ass. The
friction was to much for scott, but he didnt take the pleasure from derek, he
let derek keep thrusting into liams ass and left his dick inside. Derek came
not five minutes later with a load growl and when they pulled out they layed
there unable to move. Liam fell ontop of scott and he just lated there. He
could feel cum on scotts dick and it was pressed up against his thigh. Stiles
moved down and began eating the cum out of liams ass and there was plenty of
it. Liam was rocking onto scott and scott simply said "You did a good job today
baby. If you ever want to do it again just tell daddy." And liam fell asleep
ontop of scott, with stiles still eating his ass and dereks legs on his back.
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