"Ouch! Ouch!"
Apollo rolled his eyes and wondered what he had to do to get his roommate to sleep. He decided to turn over and put a pillow over his head but then sighed, he'd already tried that trick an hour ago. Apollo turned over and regarded the restless body of his roommate. He didn't really have any sympathy and in the morning at disciplinary parade he certainly wouldn't, couldn't. 'Bucko, why do you keep doing these stupid things?' Apollo answered for himself, 'For a stupid wager of course!' He turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling, he could just imagine the scene in the morning.
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Dress uniforms. Bucko's of course would, despite the lack of an ironing board, be neat and pressed.
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Apollo smiled to himself, he couldn't help it really, Starbuck in full cadet dress was well exceedingly attractive. He made his face go serious, it was no laughing matter.
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Of course he would be standing by the Commandant while Starbuck stood at attention in front of them. The Commandant would read the charges, Cadet Starbuck, you are accused of wagering, indulging in riotous and licentious behaviour
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Apollo blinked, that couldn't be right, there was no licentious behaviour involved: wagering, being drunk and maybe riotous behaviour but there were no women involved. Apollo licked his lips, Starbuck had been very good recently concerning his contact with women. Maybe it was just because finals were just around the corner but still. His thoughts returned to the image of Starbuck in his dress uniform, the breeches left nothing to the imagination. 'Maybe that was the reason why the design for the uniforms was changing next semester.' Apollo sighed again, no, he'd seen the charge sheet less than four centars ago, there was no licentious behaviour marked on it. 'That's probably my wishful thinking.' Apollo shifted in his bed as he felt himself become aroused.
The cries of pain had quietened down to muffled groans. 'Oh Star, don't try and go for the sympathy vote tomorrow.' Apollo sighed. Of course Starbuck had his sympathy now and tomorrow but it wouldn't go down well with the Commandant at all, knocking over and breaking the ceramic bust of the founder of Gamma Squad, indeed the whole Caprican Military Academy was just about the worst offence a cadet could commit, especially one so close to commencement. Apollo sighed again, he had his fingers crossed the Commandant wouldn't downgrade Starbuck; he knew how much Starbuck was hoping to be selected for the Galactica. Apollo began to think of alternative punishments he could suggest.
"'Pol?"
The quiet, shaky voice roused Apollo from his musings. Apollo sat up, "Yeah Star?"
"I haven't kept you awake, have I?"
Apollo shook his head in wonder, Starbuck always knew when he was awake, maybe it was something about being used to being in a roomful of others. Apollo debated lying but he knew Starbuck wanted the truth, "Yeah."
There was a rustle of bedclothes and then Starbuck's voice came, "What do you think he'll do this time?"
Apollo shrugged, and answered truthfully, "Don't know."
"You don't think he'll downgrade my results will he? I mean with the duty allocations coming up next secton."
Apollo shook his head at the fact that Starbuck was only thinking of this *now*, "Which is exactly why you shouldn't have been doing stupid stunts this secton. Why did you do it anyway? I know it was for a wager but what do you need the cubits for?"
There was silence for a few microns and then Starbuck said, "Commencement furlon. I wanted to surprise someone with a short trip. Somewhere romantic."
Apollo shook his head, his arousal dying away as his disappointment grew. "Fine, tell the Commandant that and you will really get his support. Great one, Bucko." Apollo paused and then couldn't stop himself asking, "Who?"
Starbuck's pain filled voice came back after a long pause, "You. I umm I mean... I ..."
Apollo swallowed and he licked his lips. "You'd better not tell the Commandant that one." 'That admission would definitely get us both on charges of licentious behaviour.'
Starbuck sighed, "I know."
Apollo looked over to the empty bed at the other side of Starbuck, "Where's Boomer?"
Starbuck snickered, "He's worked out how to fry the lock at the med-tech's dorm."
Apollo cleared his throat and said, "I didn't hear that!" He paused, "How's the bruises?"
"Sore, painkillers worn off."
Apollo swung his feet over the edge of his bed and stood up. "Think a massage will help?"
"Not really." Starbuck paused and said, "Boomer was telling me about what this med tech did once though, when he had a Triad injury."
Apollo padded over to the bed. "Oh?"
Starbuck looked up at the shape approaching him, and licked his lips, Apollo always slept in the nude here at the academy, as did he. "Yeah umm apparently she showed him that releasing certain hormones had a good effect on the pain receptors."
Apollo licked his lips, "But your injuries ..."
Starbuck leaned up on one elbow and looked at Apollo. "There's more than one way to skin a felix."
Apollo raised his eyebrows, "Really?"
Starbuck smiled, his white teeth catching some of the outside light seeping into the room from the quad beyond. "You get to have some fun too."
Apollo slid under the covers and nestled up to the blond. He kissed him lightly on the cheeks, "You know this could be called improper petitioning to the disciplinary board."
Starbuck kissed the brunet back and smiled as he traced his fingers down Apollo's back, "No one could accuse you of that, you're incorruptible."
Apollo responded to the stroking by beginning some of his own. Soon the two young men were stroking and kissing. No words, just hums of pleasure, as they both used the rare opportunity to taste and explore the other's body.
Starbuck whispered, "Lie down facing me, and take me in your mouth."
Apollo looked at his soulmate and raised his eyebrows, he queried, "Take what in my mouth?"
Starbuck smiled and drew Apollo down into a kiss, and nudged his now erect penis into Apollo's thigh. He breathed, "Take... this, me, into your mouth." Starbuck reached down and stroked Apollo's penis, Apollo moaned and thrust a little into Starbuck's hand, "I'll take you into mine."
Apollo leaned into another kiss and then smiled as he remembered a picture in a book that he had 'liberated' from the top shelf of the bookcase when he was about ten yahrens. His tutor and his mother had been shocked to say the least to catch him reading it. He asked, "You done this before?"
Starbuck shook his head. "Just read about it somewhere. Yeah, it was a book in the warden's study."
Apollo sighed at the rueful tone in Starbuck's voice, "Let me guess, another wager?"
Starbuck chuckled and then said, "Please 'Pol."
Apollo slid down the bed and did as he was asked, he groaned in pleasure as he felt a warm soft mouth envelope his penis. They both competed to bring the other to their climax first. Apollo squirmed, trying desperately to keep his lover's penis in his mouth as Starbuck's tongue and mouth pushed him over the edge. Soon he was swallowing his lover's cum as Starbuck came. Once Starbuck had finished, Apollo turned around and moved up to embrace his lover. "Star that was... Pain gone now?"
Starbuck nodded, "No pain now." He sleepily moved into Apollo's embrace, "Love you, 'Pol."
Apollo nodded, he whispered, "You too, Star."
The pair lay side by side for a few centons until the rhythm of Starbuck's breathing indicated to Apollo he was deeply relaxed and asleep. Apollo rolled onto his back, taking Starbuck with him. By accident he touched the bruise that ran across Starbuck's astrum and up his back. Starbuck moaned a little in his sleep and then quieted down. Apollo shook his head and, unaware he was speaking aloud, whispered, "Why did you pick Jolly as your partner?"
After a few microns, a sleepy voice drifted up, "Because the object was to get down to the bottom of the stairs quicker, thought that Jolly would be better. You know more weight, goes faster."
Apollo smiled and stroked the blond's head, "Go to sleep, Star, go to sleep." To aid in that task, Apollo began to plant tiny, caring kisses on top of the blond hair.
Soon, the blond was sleeping peacefully again and Apollo began to succumb to the siren song of sleep. As sleep claimed him, Apollo wondered at his lover's logic. After all they had been just going over all the advanced Physics, Math and Engineering they'd done at the Academy. Surely Starbuck should have realised that with that amount of weight on the back of an ironing board, travelling down the steep gradient of Gamma's central stairs meant that better brakes than feet were required...