Apollo moaned and felt a certain empathy for the girls who'd dated Starbuck at the Academy. He was hard to resist, once he got started. And this animal had romanced Apollo's sister? They'd have to have a few words about that.
Starbuck slowed down a moment, pulled back and looked up at his best friend. When Apollo groaned at the loss of contact, Starbuck grinned and moved his hands, only two of them visible at the moment, down to the spit-soaked erection.
Apollo found it difficult to resist that grin; he always had. It usually meant Starbuck was up to something that was likely to get the both of them in trouble. Apollo smiled back. As he did, the grin changed to something more tender. Apollo felt his heart skip a beat. One didn't see that particular smile too often. He'd seen it on occasion at the Academy and he'd seen it directed toward Cassiopeia a few times, he'd even seen it directed at himself more than once, but, somehow it was different this time. It could have been because this time they were sharing Apollo's bed.
How had they ended up here? It all started simply enough, a discussion begun toward the end of a long patrol, one Starbuck had suggested that they continue after decontamination. Apollo had agreed, and, since Starbuck still lived in the bachelors' quarters, they had gone to Apollo's quarters for privacy.
And, since Boxey was watching the vids in the main room, they had ended up in the bedroom so they wouldn't disturb the child. Boxey had poked his head in a bit later to say goodbye before he went off to play with friends.
After the child left, the "discussion" had metamorphosed into a full blown argument. It ended when Starbuck had reached over and kissed Apollo on the lips.
It had felt natural from the first. He'd known Starbuck for so long now that, when he tasted him for the first time, he knew the tastes there. They were, after all, the same scents he'd associated with his best friend for so long now: fumarellos, mushies (he'd eaten just before the patrol & still had a taste of them on his breath), whatever the cologne was that he'd used since their Academy days. How he *tasted* of the cologne, Apollo didn't know... and didn't bother thinking about as his tongue was sucked slowly right out of his mouth.
Starbuck had pushed him back onto the bed, hands gently caressing Apollo's face. The gesture was so tender, so... so... un-Starbuck-like that Apollo melted right into his arms. Starbuck had to let go of Apollo's mouth long enough to come up for air, then dove down again to the same position. By this time, Apollo was kissing back, quite as hungrily as his friend. Both men had started to feel aroused by this time, bodies pressing together on the bed. The blond man sat back, grinning again, then transferred his attention to another part of Apollo's anatomy. He shoved the soft flight jacket off his friend and pulled up the uniform tunic that covered Apollo's torso. After slipping it off over his head, Starbuck began caressing said torso with both hands and mouth. He licked Apollo's chest from one side to the other, then proceeded to caress the other man's nipples with active fingers. He reached back up to kiss his best friend again, catching him when his mouth was already open in a low moan. Then he returned to the erect nipples, this time attacking them with teeth and tongue. While his mouth was busy on one nipple, one hand toyed with the other nipple and the other hand roamed over Apollo's body, seemingly in three or four different places at once.
After a few centons of this, Starbuck paused long enough to kiss Apollo again, then pulled back to unfasten his pants and pull them down. Then Starbuck slowly started traveling down Apollo's body, causing the darker man to moan and buck his hips. Starbuck's tongue traveled over the flat stomach, down to the narrow hips and finally to the curly hair that surrounded the object of his desire. Apollo expected Starbuck to go straight for the center of his arousal, but the man surprised him again and avoided his erection. Instead, he skirted the triangle of hair (and what it surrounded), licking the insides of Apollo's thighs. Starbuck nipped at the tender flesh he found there, making Apollo jump in surprise and arousal. The blond man looked up and grinned again, that same grin. Apollo had to wonder what he was up to. He finally found out.
Starbuck re-descended and slowly began to lick Apollo's cock. He started at the base and bathed it thoroughly with his tongue, then kissed it almost reverently. He kept on with the kisses for several centons, causing Apollo to writhe under him, bucking, trying for more friction to ease the ache Starbuck was causing.
At long last Starbuck was ready. He licked around the head of Apollo's penis, paying careful attention to the tiny slit, then sucked it all the way in. He kept just the head in his mouth for a centon or two, then moved on down, sucking in more of Apollo's erection. Starbuck started purring himself when Apollo began to moan and thrash on the bed, while still being careful not to dislodge to vacuum on his genitals. Apollo was beside himself when Starbuck relaxed his throat and started to swallow his cock all the way down. Nobody had ever deep throated him before and he gasped as his cock disappeared down his friend's throat. He began to thrust wildly, only to have Starbuck stop and pull back, soothing him gently.
"Whoa, there, boy. I gotta breathe, you know." He paused for a moment. "'Pollo, I want to make love to you. I want to make love *inside* you." He was panting himself, his voice husky with desire. He reached back up and kissed Apollo again, their mouths merging into one. "Can I?" he pleaded.
Apollo nodded, had no idea what it was he was agreeing to; he just wanted the pleasure to continue.
His new lover gave him that smile again, the oh-so-tender one that melted him completely, then reached for something in his pocket. While Apollo moaned at the loss of contact, Starbuck began to strip his own clothes off swiftly. Starbuck moved back down to the ache between Apollo's legs. He lifted those muscular legs, pushed them up to the warrior's chest and began to massage his buttocks gently. At the same time, he returned his mouth to Apollo's cock, once again kissing it worshipfully. When he judged the man to be relaxed enough, Starbuck started to probe the cleft between his buttocks, one finger finally settling into the tight entrance he found there.
Through the haze of desire and need, Apollo had a dim feeling that he should be protesting this intrusion into his body, but it felt too good to complain. He knew Starbuck wouldn't hurt him. The pressure from the finger was unsettling at first, but then became arousing, as if he needed any help with that. Starbuck withdrew the finger, but quickly replaced it with two this time, both well lubricated. When the sphincter had relaxed for the new invaders, Starbuck began to move them slowly, stretching his lover gently.
For the first time, Apollo felt only one of Starbuck's hands on him. He opened his eyes, looking around for the other three or so that had been teasing him. He smiled when he saw Starbuck stroking himself.
Judging the time to be right, Starbuck withdrew both mouth and hands from his lover's body. Apollo felt lost for a moment, then felt strong hands lift his legs to his chest again.
"Ready, 'Pollo? 'Cause I am." He kissed his best friend again as he guided his own erection into the relaxed entrance.
Apollo gave a start as he felt Starbuck enter him. His eyes opened wide and he looked around wildly. He stopped when he saw the love in the blue eyes staring at him. He trusted those eyes, had trusted them for most of his adult life. It didn't matter that he had never seen them up quite this close before, in this position, he trusted. And he relaxed again, letting Starbuck take control of his body.
When he had felt Apollo tense, Starbuck had been ready to pull back out and end this little dream of his. He tried to reassure his friend that he would never hurt him, but no words had come out. He stopped pushing in, just rested where he was. When he felt Apollo relax again, knew that he was trusted with this most intimate expression of his feelings, he almost came right then. He kept himself under control, though, and slowly resumed his actions. Finally he was deep inside his best friend's ass.
He bent his head down and kissed Apollo again as he began to thrust slowly in and out of his captain. Apollo met him thrust for thrust, wanting more of this feeling, this fullness inside him. It was erotic in the extreme for the captain. He was lying with his legs up against his chest, his best friend fucking him gently and kissing him on the mouth. Never in his life had he ever pictured such a scene, much less the pleasure he was getting from it! Starbuck shifted to the side a bit and found Apollo's cock with one hand, the other stroking his lover's face lovingly. He began stroking his lover's erection in time to their thrusts. Apollo moaned loudly, then began to push back harder against his best friend's groin.
Starbuck responded in kind. Both men were panting and sweating profusely. The blond felt his climax building and tried to slow it down some, but Apollo would have none of it. He kept pushing back on the other man's erection ever harder. Both men were sweating by now, and panting and moaning almost constantly.
With a cry, Apollo began his climax, coming across his own chest. With a last glance of love, Starbuck came deep inside his best friend.
They lay together, panting as if they had run a long distance race, both men filled with the euphoria of lovemaking. With a shy smile, Starbuck withdrew from his lover and rested beside him on the bed. Apollo turned toward his best friend, brushing that stray lock of hair out of his eyes where it always fell. They cuddled on the bed for a few centons, then Starbuck finally spoke.
"So, I guess I win the argument?"
"What argument?"
"Do I have to prove it to you again, 'Pol?"
"Yeah, again... and again... and again..." Starbuck shut his mouth with a kis