The palms returned to light fingertips as they traveled across his legs just above the knees and up along the inside of his legs. His breath was coming in short anticipatory gasps now as the fingertips ran up that sensitive area between his legs then detoured around his groin, tantalizing and teasing the soft skin on either side. The hands that caressed him, pressed, finger splayed, across his abdomen trailing up his chest once again before resuming their circling massage.
Then the hand on his right side began to slide back down his chest pressing urgently into his flesh as it traveled faster down his front causing a sensation that was almost orgasmic in its intensity. He almost cried out as the hand continued down and wrapped itself around him, grasping him fully and squeezed gently. The moan that did escape him could not be held back as he fought for control.
He couldn't see the other person as they firmly stroked him. There was no light, which was the specialty of the Unknown Lovers Club. The place was no more than a set of rooms with two entrances. Above each door was a light. No light meant an empty room. Red, the room was already occupied. And green - green meant someone was awaiting hot, discreet sex, in a darkened room. You never knew if the person waiting was male or female, nor who they were, or what they'd do.
He taken this room, because he'd cheated. He'd broken all the rules of the ULC. He'd followed someone here and watched to see which room they entered then gone around and entered that same room from the other side. So he knew who it was that was eagerly massaging him - he knew, and that thought alone almost made him lost his control.
He knew that if someone got uncomfortable with the situation - like getting a partner of the same sex - either of them could just leave. But, courtesy requested that first you at least relieve your partner. He remembered the first time he'd entered a room and the male occupant had not been looking for a same sex experience that night, so the other man had quickly jacked him off to satisfy the club's rules.
Now he hoped he'd get more than a hand job. He didn't know if his partner had ever had sex with another man before; he doubted it. As the hand on him continued it's almost hesitant caress, he began to think that he was indeed receiving a token by-the-rules hand job, when a soft feather kiss was placed on the head of his cock. He gasped at the unexpectedness of it. Then soft lips were gently nibbling at the tip. He clenched his jaw on the moan that wanted to escape him as he felt the tip of a wet tongue inquisitively exploring his small slit. His senses went into overload at the electric charge the feeling sent through him.
He involuntarily reached out to steady himself and grasped the shoulders before him with both hands. He cried out incoherently as he was slowly taken into that warm wet mouth and gently sucked on. Oh gods he couldn't believe the unadulterated pleasure he was getting. He looked down and even though he couldn't see a thing, he knew who it was that was so tentatively sucking him and he could hold back no longer. His grip tightened on the shoulders before him," Oh God, Apollo" he cried out as his body convulsed forcefully and he came into the wonderfully innocent mouth.
As he slipped out and reality reasserted itself, he froze as if doused with ice water, and stopped breathing. *Oh god - had he really cried out Apollo's name?*
He let his hands dropped from the shoulders before him as the other man stood up and he started to retreat towards the door and the safety of his clothes that were on the other side.
"Where do you think you're going Starbuck?" came the low whisper as a hand reached forward and firmly held onto his shoulder.
"How.?" Starbuck was startled by hearing his name in that darkness. His mind, already lock in embarrassed horror, froze; leaving him bereft of any coherent thoughts.
Apollo moved closer and tentatively pressed his body up against Starbuck's, his very urgent erection pressing into Starbuck's thigh. "You weren't leaving, were you?"
"Uh, no.no. Apollo?"
"Yes?"
"What, um, what do you want?"
"You. " Apollo took Starbuck's hand and placed it on his straining erection. "Now, please"
Starbuck gently squeezed the hard shaft in his hand and slowly began to stroke it. Apollo gasped, burrowing his head into Starbuck's shoulder as he held onto him. Starbuck allowed his other hand to rove over Apollo's shoulders and down his back. He could feel the slight trembling beneath his questing hand and he pulled Apollo closer to him as his lips brushed across the top of the dark head.
He felt, more than he heard the moan that came from deep inside Apollo. Continuing the gentle caresses Starbuck's hand traveled lower resting a moment against Apollo's lover back, kneading the taut muscles there.
Apollo rubbed himself up against Starbuck in response, and Starbuck smiled to himself as his hand slid down over Apollo's firm buttocks. The trembling increased as he trailing a finger just inside the crevice and slowing pushed a finger in between the cheeks until he rested it at the opening he found there.
Apollo moaned. "Oh yes, Starbuck, please."
Keeping his finger pressed again the tight entrance; Starbuck sank to his knees and guided Apollo into his mouth. Apollo groaned loudly and placed a hand on Starbuck's head, entangling his fingers in the blond hair.
"Oh yes, Starbuck," Apollo cried out encouragingly.
Now, sucking vigorously, Starbuck pressed firmly with his finger until the opening gave way and allowed him to slip inside. Apollo gasped at the intrusion, his body tensing, and Starbuck stilled his finger while he concentrated on pleasuring Apollo. The tense muscle soon relaxed and Starbuck began to wriggle his invading finger around, causing Apollo to jump forward almost choking Starbuck as he thrust further into the lieutenant's mouth.
Apollo was steadily moaning as he began to rock back and forth, alternately impaling himself on the finger and thrusting himself into Starbuck mouth. As soon as Starbuck felt Apollo's release was close at hand, he turned his finger around and stroked that ever so sensitive, special little gland that all men had, and Starbuck was sure, Apollo was experiencing for the first time.
Apollo's reaction was instantaneous as he cried out thrusting himself deeply to Starbuck's mouth as his muscles clenched on the finger that pressed incessantly on that electrifying spot. He came in violent spasms, his hand pulling on Starbuck's hair. "Oh Lords! Starbuck!"
Starbuck continued to suck on the softening cock in his mouth until Apollo's grip relaxed on his hair, then he pulled back allowing Apollo to slip out.
"So, did you enjoy it?" he asked Apollo, allowing the cocky air of one who already knows the answer, to color his voice, his is earlier uncertainty gone.
"I never imagined..." Apollo answered breathlessly.
Starbuck stood up, accepting Apollo into his arms, holding him. "You knew it was me." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yes," Apollo breathed into Starbuck's chest, still trying to regain his breath.
"How?"
"I knew you were following me, though I didn't know why. Why were you following me, Starbuck?"
"I wanted to see where you were going."
"Why?"
Starbuck hesitated a moment before decided that he wanted no secrets, no lies, to come between them. "Because, I wanted you."
"Why not just ask me?"
"I didn't think you wanted anything like this."
"Maybe I didn't."
Starbuck could feel Apollo, once again, begin to tremble in his arms, and for a moment feared he'd done something wrong, somehow force Apollo to do something he hadn't wanted to, but he soon realized Apollo was laughing.
"But," said Apollo, still laughing, "you've shown me the error of my ways."
"If this wasn't what you wanted, then why?"
"Well, I hadn't planned on this, but when you came in... "
"You knew it was me. How?"
"I recognized your smell. That blend of scents that could only be you."
"I smell?" Starbuck asked amused.
"Yes, that cheap cologne you like and fumerellos. I love that smell."
Starbuck choked not sure whether to be insulted or pleased.
"I knew it was you and that you knew it was me and I suddenly wanted to know..."
"Know what?"
"What it would be like."
"And now that you do, did you like it?"
"Oh yes, more so than I could ever have imagined." Apollo lifted his head from
Starbuck's shoulder and Starbuck could tell he was looking at him, trying to see him in the dark. "Why did you want to have sex with me, Starbuck?"
"Because,." Starbuck hesitated, afraid to finally admit his deepest secret, but needing Apollo to know, "I love you." he quietly answered. "I always have."
"You do?"
"Yes."
"Then show me, Starbuck."
"Are you sure? "
"I'm sure. I want know if I let these feelings, that I've held back all these years, loses what will happen. And besides, if this felt so good, I'd like to know what the rest of it feels like."
"Heaven Pol, heaven."
"Then please, Star, take me to heaven."