Apollo
ADULT CONTENT
Apollo/Starbuck
Lords of Kobol! How I wish I knew if he cares as much as it sometimes seems. He acts so casual about love, has half the women on the ship after him, yet he has always been there for me, always. I need him now. Especially since I have lost Serina. If only I knew that he feels the same for me as I feel for him then perhaps in his arms my heart could heal.
We've been walking while I've been thinking and now we're outside my quarters. There's no reason for him to still be with me. He should have turned off, gone to his own quarters, but he didn't. Maybe . . .
I turn to look at him and he starts to stutter, "Uh, I guess I better . . ." He trails off gesturing in the direction of his quarters.
I can't bear to have him leave me just yet. I reach out and lay a hand on his arm, "Wait, Starbuck." I say then releasing his arm I turn to open the door. "Come on in. I'll have to rest a while before I can sleep." I hesitate, "You've been that way haven't you? Too tired to sleep?"
He looks uncertain but says, "Yeah, I reckon I have," and follows me in.
I breathe a sigh of relief and close the door behind us. I take off my jacket and gesture for him to do the same as I go to the cabinet and get two glasses and a bottle of ambrosia.
He looks skittish. I'm not sure why, but I try to reassure him. "Just one, buddy. It'll help us sleep. More would leave us groggy tomorrow."
He still looks uncertain but takes the glass with a nod.
I drop down in a chair and stretch out my legs, giving him a good look while I let my gaze trail over him. Sagen! He's gorgeous. I can barely resist the urge to just grab him but I remember how skittish he's been acting tonight and restrain myself, letting my eyes lock on his, hoping that he will see the need there.
He drops his eyes away, shyly. I find his shyness very attractive particularly as he has such a reputation with the ladies.
I sit my drink down on the table and ask "Help me with my boots?" I doubt that he'll refuse. He seldom refuses anything that I ask of him directly.
He doesn't disappoint me. He sets his drink down and kneels at my feet. I close my eyes, watching him through my lashes. His hands are shaking. I wonder why.
He gets the boot off and the sock, then removes the other boot and sock. He looks up at me. I don't let him know that I'm watching. I keep my breathing shallow and even. He begins to massage my foot.
"That's nice," I murmur and pretend to dose off as he continues the massage.
He thinks that I'm asleep and leaning forward kisses the top of my foot. I smile and say, "That's even nicer."
He jerks away, startled and stammers, "I . . . I'm sorry." He starts to draw away.
I don't want that. I smile at him reassuringly, "Don't be sorry, Starbuck. I liked it. Please continue." I use my gentlest voice.
With a soft moan that I doubt he realizes that he let escape he bends his head to kiss my foot again. I'm in heaven as he begins to lick my foot, bathing it with his tongue. He is so very beautiful. I feel my cock growing rampart in my pants. It's so exciting to see him like this kneeling submissively at my feet, kissing them. I begin to understand the old tradition for having conquered warriors kiss the feet of the conqueror.
I have to remove my pants. I open them and pulling my foot from his grip I plant both feet flat on the floor as I arch up to push my pants and underwear down. "Pull them off." I gasp, sitting back and lifting my legs so that he can easily remove them.
He's trembling as he obeys without hesitation.
I lean forward and reach out caressing his face, running my hand though his hair. "Oh, Starbuck!" I draw him closer, close enough to kiss. There are so many things I want to say but I can't find the words. I try to say them with the kiss.
His lips part and I slip my tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply and tenderly. He starts to shake violently. I withdraw and kiss my way to his ear, nibbling at the lobe before I whisper, "You're trembling. Is it desire or fear? You have nothing to fear from me. I would never hurt you. Please say that it's desire. That I have not misread you."
His voice is husky with passion as he moans, "Apollo! Oh, Apollo! I have desired you forever! I just never dreamed that you'd want me!"
I can scarcely believe what I have heard. "Not want you! How could I not want you? I have wanted you for years! I would have taken you to my bed at the Academy if I had dreamed that you would have me!"
I let him slip back to kneel between my thighs as I reach down and begin to stoke my cock, letting him see how he affects me, how my cock swells with desire for him. He leans forward and takes the head into his mouth. I guide it in then release it. I want him to have control, to do what he wants.
He looks up at me, love shining in his eyes then bows his head and takes me back into his mouth. He runs his tongue around the flared rim then gently sucks the head. Releasing the head he tenderly kisses his way down the shaft to the base then gently licks my balls.
I slide forward in the chair, spreading my legs to give him better access and moan deep in my throat. My hands wander to his head stroking his hair gently. As he picks up the tempo I can't control my need. My hands tighten, pushing him down on my cock as I arch up thrusting into his throat.
He pulls back and I know that I am hurting him. I force myself to release his head and grip the chair arms instead as I strain for my climax.
He is working hard to give me my pleasure, reaching out to cradle my balls in his hands gently massaging them as I moan loudly and cry out his name as I come. "Starbuck! Oh! Starbuck!" I lean back with a sigh, my eyes closing.
When I open my eyes he's stumbling away from me. He reaches out to grab the table for balance and I rise and go to him, sliding my arms around him. "Where are you going, Love?" I ask as I kiss the back of his neck. "Get undressed and come to bed. It's your turn to be adored."
He turns in my arms and I kiss him, deeply, desperately, and hungrily. I can't get enough of his sweet mouth.
Stepping back I pull my undershirt off in one quick movement then do the same with his. Bending I lick, then kiss one of his nipples. My tongue flicks across it. My lips close over it. I suck it then release it and go for the other one. My hands are busy with his pants, unfastening them, pushing them downward. I turn him and slowly push him toward the bed. My hands are stroking and caressing. It feels so wonderful to finally have him in my arms. I lower him to my bed --- our bed--- and lie down on top of him. He's moaning, almost crying. I pray that it is with joy, a joy to equal my own which makes me want to shout to all the fleet, "This is my love! Starbuck is mine and I am his!"
The End