"Mmm," was Apollo's only reply. Boomer looked up in time to catch the glazed expression on his face.
"He *is* straight, isn't he? I mean, Cass, Athena, half of the female cadets ..." Boomer trailed off at the amused glint in Apollo's eye.
"He *is* a con artist," Apollo said. He ran his tongue over his upper lip.
"Don't - *do not* - do that!" Boomer pushed Apollo into a nearby equipment closet and kicked the door shut behind him. The single light came up automatically. Boomer pinned his captain to the wall and tilted his own head up to ravish the moistened lips. His erection pushed against Apollo.
Apollo gently disengaged his lips and pushed the shorter man away slightly with a thrust of his hips that held promises of unforeseen possibilities. He gazed down seriously at his friend and canted an eyebrow. "Boomer?" he queried, searching the dark face. Boomer looked back steadily, although his breath was ragged. Apollo saw the confirmation he sought. "Starbuck is going to be gone for a long while," he commented.
"It's been too damn long altogether," Boomer said roughly, then realized the remark was inappropriate. "Sorry."
Apollo shook his head. "Nothing to be sorry for. Obviously, neither Starbuck or I is monogamous." He pulled Boomer to him and tilted his head upward again. "My turn," he murmured as he descended on the full lips. When they parted for air, he continued, "But it's rather crowded in here, don't you think? Boxey's in class for another three centares, you know."
"No, I didn't know," Boomer replied. "It appears there are a great many things I don't know."
"Why don't we go back to my quarters and I'll teach you some of them?" Apollo suggested, stepping away from the wall and opening the door.
"After you, Captain."
"Very good, Lieutenant. Carry on."
'Oh I intend to,' Boomer responded silently as he followed Apollo to his quarters. 'I fully intend to. I may even teach you a thing or two.'