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🕑 Added 2024-11-24 12:41:21 +0000 UTC
So, for those who chose Cam as their first kiss, this was originally going to be the scenario. I changed it a bit back so instead edited this to use for this month's fluff. Word count : 2514 (I'll be honest, I know very little about hockey. So if my terminology is absolute garbage...forgive me!)
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Two things that do not belong in the same sentence are Cameron Clarke and sports. Hockey, to be exact.
Two people who don't belong in the same room are Cameron Clarke and Olivier Depont, an up-and-coming hockey player for the Chicago Blackhawks.
Yet here he is, in his golden Adonis glory. Standing bare in front of a snowy backdrop, hockey stick held just so like he's guarding the creaseâhis stick covering the most important part of his equipment, protecting the puck from any unnecessary interference. Cam laughs, mentally patting himself on the back for that one.
He was surprised when someone even bothered to call to request him to photograph a shoot. Cam knows jack shit about hockey, but heâs heard the name. He was anxious when he walked in. How could he not be when he was meeting a potential Hockey Hall of Famer?
All that anxiety, that nervous energy, was refocused on his work, into each shot. When youâre inches away from a naked person, with only a hockey stick as the barrier, you realize quickly that celebrity is just a label. As the shoot progresses, that initial formality diminishes. Olivierâs charm and Camâs humor ease them into an unexpectedly friendly rhythm.
âListen, Clarke, this was great. I mean, out of all the shoots Iâve done recently; this is probably the first one where I feel like youâre listening to what I want. Like actually giving a damn what I have to say and not about how I play.â Olivier smiles at Cam, watching as Cam begins packing up his equipment.
âThatâs the goal,â Cam replies with a grin. âYouâve got my number, so just text or call when you want to set something up again.â
âHey, Iâm playing a game tomorrow. Why donât you come? Iâve got some extra tickets. I mean, itâs the least I can do after getting you to come out here this late.â
Cam rubs the piercings along his right ear, nervously fidgeting. Sports arenât his scene. Bad movies, a good book, photography â thatâs his comfort zone. But something about the offer makes him reconsider.
It would be a great opportunity to take Red out, it's been awhile since we've been somewhere together. Just a little hangout among friends...almost like a date.
That thought alone was enough for Cam to agree, happily taking the tickets and heading on his way home.
***
The next evening, Cam and you make the way to the arena. Weaving in between the crowd, tickets in hand. You were worried you overdressed, but that feeling was quickly forgotten when you saw that Cam dressed up as well. Even going out of his way to style his hair.
Neither of you knew much about hockey, but that didnât matter. The rowdy atmosphere is contagious, pulling you in, even as you exchange amused glances with him at the chaos on the ice.
Itâs another moment that blurs that already unsteady line between your friendship and something more. It felt like everything lately was charged â a brush of a hand that lingers too long, teasing words with an edge, and stolen glances. Itâs thrilling and terrifying. Like youâre standing on the edge of a cliff. Causing you to wonder if the fall will hurt, or if it will feel as if youâre flying.
âWell, weâre here. Officially out of our element,â he says with a grin, glancing at you as you sit next to him. Your heartbeat jumps as your arm brushes against his, and your thighs rest comfortably next to one another.
âSpeak for yourself, I know plenty about hockey,â You lie, flicking a stray hair out of his eyesight.
âBullshit.â
âI do!â
Cam rolls his eyes playfully, pointing a finger at the goalie of the opposite team. âWhatâs that?â
Alright, he had you there. There was an easy way out of this though.
You scoff, shrugging your shoulders as you look at the goalie and then back at Cam. âA person.â
âTouche.â
The seats werenât far from the rink, giving you a close-up view of the game- and Olivier when he finally got on the ice.
âWe should at least get points for trying something new.â
You laugh, nudging him playfully âYou never know, this might be our thing. We could be hardcore hockey fans after this.â
Cam smirks, his cheek pulling giving a glimpse of his dimple as he shrugs. âI knew it, you were a sports fiend this entire time. Never even asked me to be your cheerleader. That hurts, Red.â He jokes bumping his knee against yours.
"Yeah, really missed seeing you in a skirt and pom poms."
"My point exactly, missed opportunity," Cam shoots back, smirking confidently.
You can't stop yourself as you lean closer against him, eyebrow raised as you say, "You know, you can still chant my name. I'm all ears if you want to test it out." You follow it up with a suggestive wink.
Cam freezes before sputtering"D-Donât do that."
You bat your lashes, feigning ignorance. "Do what?"
"The wink," He mutters, his face turning red as he avoids their gaze. "Donât do that."
A slow grin spread across your face as Cam begins to rub the patch of skin visible on the side of his neck. "Go ahead Cam, say my name."
"N-No!" He crosses his arms as he scowls, trying to pull your attention away from the blush that's flushing his body.
You bite back a grin, deciding to let him off easy. Shifting your attention to the arena. Itâs packed and there are hardly any empty seats. Your thoughts are interrupted as someone slides into the seat next to you, causing you to scoot closer to Cam. Your shoulders brush, and though he doesn't say a word, you can't miss the way he exhales. A stuttering, uneven sigh that you quickly chalk up to the growing crowd.
âI do know one thing,â He whispers, his breath light against the shell of your ear. âweâre in for a loud night.â
The game begins shortly, Cam earning himself a head nod from Olivier which many of those surrounding you pick up on.
âLook at that, popular already.â
âItâs the hair, they always love the hair.â He jokes, his hand instinctively going to push his hair back but stopping in fear of messing it up.
The two of you sit back at first, taking it all in, and observing as the players slam into one another.
The crowd around you roars, their voices thundering each time the hockey sticks connect with the pucks, the cheers grow deafening when two of the players begin to scuffle.
As you glance at Cam, you notice his eyes are wide much like your own. He leans over, voice barely audible. âIs uh, is this normal? Or do they just get bored, and you know,â Cam begins to move his arms, doing his best to mimic the moves of the players fighting.
You laugh as you watch him, his nose scrunching as he tries to mimic the expression on the player's face, âNo idea, maybe itâs just their idea of small talk?â
That earns you a grin from Cam, as he sits back in his seat. He doesnât know much about whatâs happening, but even with all the chaos, thereâs something undeniably fun about it. Soon enough, heâs cheering right along with the crowd, jumping to his feet when Olivier scores. He pumps his fist in the air, letting out an enthusiastic âYES!â
You turn to him, taking in the crinkle between his brow. The way his eyes flicker between the players, looking more relaxed moreâŚhandsome than he should. You couldnât help but wonder why he dressed up. Part of you wondered if it was to impress Olivier, especially with how much he gushed about him when he got home. You notice the glint of mischief in his eye, that boyish grin he shoots your way when Olivier shoots him a thumbs up.
âDo you even know what just happened?â You ask, gesturing to the rink.
Cam shakes his head, the piercings of his ear glinting under the bright lights of the arena as he does so. âNot a fucking clue, but did you see that shot? That was awesome.â He grins, collapsing back into his seat beside you.
His energy easily becomes a highlight of the night, itâs hard not to laugh at him when he gets swept up in the crowdâs fervor. Eventually, Camâs growling stomach is a quick reminder that neither of you has eaten yet.
Luckily for the two of you, the arena had more than enough to put in your belly. The two of you settle for popcorn and a soda. You take turns sipping the drink. Not even finding it odd that your lips are sharing the same straw. You never really thought about it before, but now you canât help but notice the slight wetness once it leaves Camâs lips.
Your fingers brush occasionally, itâs hard not to when youâre this close together. Before, you wouldnât pay it any attention, contact between you was normal. Just another reminder that something is changing. Now, those little touches would linger and be more frequent.
Thereâs a lull in the action about halfway through, itâs easily noticed by the shift in the atmosphere. The people began to settle in, and fewer and fewer jumped up with excitement as the puck passed between the players and nearly landed inside the net.
The lights dim, just enough that itâs noticeable. Causing the crowd to cheer once more. Cam canât help but look around, both of you expecting someone to come out onto the rink. Instead, the giant screen lights up with the familiar words: Kiss Cam.
If that isnât enough of an invitation, I donât know what is.
You turn to him, giving him an amused look as the camera begins to scan around the crowd. It bounces from couple to couple, eliciting cheers, laughter, and an occasional refusal. You both chuckle as one man tries to get the attention of his wife, only to end up kissing his cup of beer, causing the crowd to cheer so loudly that it finally catches the attention of his wife who hides her face in embarrassment.
Thatâs when it happens â it lands on the two of you.
You freeze, your hand still reaching for a piece of popcorn from the bag in Camâs hand. He blinks, his mind trying to catch up. Taking the time to process whatâs happening before his cheeks begin to tint a pinkish hue. He grins sheepishly, only causing the cheers around you to grow louder as the camera lingers.
Thereâs a whooping yell of support from the rink, coming from none other than Olivier who only makes the crowd yell louder. âYou can do it, Cam!â He yells, earning himself a middle finger from the embarrassed redhead. The image of the two of you is clear on the large screen above. A heart template surrounding you.
âShit,â You mutter, your face flushing from the attention. âThey canât be ser-â
Before you can finish, Cam reacts without thinking. His hand shoots out and grabs the cup, raising it to cover your face. Itâs a playful but somewhat shy move â trying to shield you from the audience. The crowd groans, but he leans closer behind his makeshift shield. His face barely inches away.
âThat better?â He asks, his breath warming your cheeks.
Thatâs when you notice the look in his eyes. Youâve seen it a few times before when you were cuddled together on the couch and both of you were half asleep. Your heart races in your chest, your pulse quickening as the moment stretches. Both of you are flustered, thatâs evident in your faces, but neither of you dare look away. You instinctively glance at the screen as the camera stays on you at Olivierâs request. Cam leans in. Just a little closer.
His hand holds yours tightly, his thumb brushing against your cooled palm, grounding you in this intimate bubble heâs created.
The crowd continues to egg you on, but here, inside this little bubble, thereâs only the sound of your breathing and his. Youâre not sure what comes over him, maybe itâs the energy around you, the cheering of the people, the pressure. Or maybe, itâs the idea that this might be his only chance.
This is one of the few times Cam is bolder than even he can believe. He doesnât hesitate for long, letting go of the cup as he leans in slowly. His hand lifts to rest against the side of your neck, before he leans in even further, his eyes closing as your lips meet.
Soft, thatâs the first thing you notice as his lips press against yours. Slotting against yours perfectly. As if they were made to. The muffled sound in his throat causes you to shiver. You donât even dare pretend that itâs because of the coolness of the arena. The electricity between you is undeniable. And from the sound of the crowd as Cam tilts your head, pressing you back into your seat and deepening the kiss, they must agree.
It's so clichĂŠ to say it but itâs as if time stops for a second. Itâs tender, almost shy. The force behind it is enough to let you know that itâs not just for the camera or the many, many people watching.
Cam pulls back, and honestly, itâs far too soon. His cheeks are flushed with color, and he hangs his head, unable to look up at you or the people around you. His grip on your hand tightens as he leans his head down to rest in the crook of your neck.
Youâre not sure how you manage to find your voice, not when your mind is reeling. âDid you â did you just -?â
His voice comes out low, shaky against your neck. âYeah. I guess I did.â
He slowly pulls away, and the pressure in his chest, that rush of vulnerability mixed with adrenaline. Itâs not an unwelcome one.
Cam tugs at the hair that rests against the back of his neck, a soft almost shy smile on his lips. Thereâs no turning back now. That much is obvious.
So, he does what he does best, âI think I get why people like hockey now.â
A laugh bubbles out of you, as well as out of the people near you that were listening in. The awkwardness fades into something more comfortable, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.
The game continues around you, but neither of you pays attention anymore. You steal glances when you think he isnât looking, but of course he is. Each time your cheeks flush, and you canât help but wonder if they look as good as Camâs.
Itâs hard not to notice his lips are still faintly swollen, only drawing your attention even more.
He leans closer, nudging your shoulder. âYou okay there, Red?â
As you finally look at him, no longer looking away once he catches you staring you notice his expression, a mix of nerves and amusement. âYouâre such a pain in the ass, you know that?â
He winks at you, his fingers intertwining with your own. âYeah, but you love that about me.â
You shake your head, biting back a smile as you look back to the rink. The rest of the game feels like background noise, the kiss replaying in your head. The line between you may have been blurred before, but now? Itâs shattered, and you canât help but wonder if Cam felt it too.
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Comments
Lea
When they kiss in game Cam's going to combust lol. Glad you enjoyed it!
shrek4ever
I'm screaming đąđ this is so good, i think when they kiss in game I'm going to combust! You just write so good!!
Lea
When he finally kisses MC in game, he's going to be insufferable.
Sarah Mooney
YEEEEE oh that was s good kiss, I love these two so muuuuuuch
