It had been a long day for Apollo and Starbuck and now the two finally had some time to themselves. Because they'd had to run an extra long patrol, they'd returned to the Galactica after the OC had closed for the night. That's why they were sitting in Apollo's quarters drinking.
Starbuck looked up from his glass of ambrosa - maybe his third or fourth. But who was counting anyway? It was Apollo's ambrosa, as usual.
"Hey, Pol, wanted to let you know I'm glad you sitched - I mean ditched - Sheba. What a bud-sucking - blood-sucking witch she is! Sucking in not a nice way. You know what I mean."
The green eyes were bleary. Too bad she's the only one incested - intersted - interested. What's your secret, Bucko? Why do all the women love you? How come none of them - except Sheba - ever look at me? I'm not bad looking - Athena's even told me that I'm handsome, in fact. So why do you get all the attention?"
Starbuck smiled and refilled his glass. Then he looked Apollo in the eye and calmly answered, "I have a big cock. Size matters."
Apollo scratched his head. "I don't recall that yours is much different from mine."
"When were you looking at mine?" Starbuck asked with drunken curiosity. "When we roomed together at the Acamdemy - Academy? I think it's grown since then. It's bigger than yours now."
"I doubt it. Mine grew too. Probly twice the size of yours."
"Like Hades it is! Mine is three times the length of what yours was at the 'Cademy. Women always tell me mine's the biggest they've ever seen," Starbuck insisted.
"That's cause they haven't seen mine." Apollo smiled confidently. "I'm sure mine is at least four times thicker than yours, and longer." Well, maybe that was an exaggeration.
"Prove it," Starbuck grinned back a challenge. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine." He stood and pulled the flap of his pants open.
"Starbuck!" Apollo protested, laughing. "This is rediclo- reclid - stupid!" But not to be outdone, he stood and fumbled his pants open, pulling out his cock for inspection.
"Oh, you do have a beautiful cock there," Starbuck admitted. "But mine is still bigger - see?"
Apollo looked. "Right now it's bigger - mine isn't all the way hard yet!"
"Neither's mine." Starbuck reached out and gripped Apollo's cock, holding it right alongside of his own. Apollo gasped in shock, but Starbuck wouldn't let him go. Both of them were fully erect now. "This is the best way to measure," he said. "Besides, they look really nice all snuggled up like that - as if they belong together."
Apollo looked down, and smiled. "Yeah, they do. And we can cert-plainly see which one is bigger. Mine is!" he said smugly. "Mine is at least three centimetrons longer than yours!"
"But mine is thicker," Starbuck pointed out. He was torn between envy and admiration of Apollo's accoutrements. And having that heated length up against his own felt so - right. He knew he was too drunk to think clearly, but somehow he didn't mind all that much that Apollo's cock was a bit longer than his. He arranged their cocks so that Apollo's was directly above his. "See? Mine's thicker." He gave a tiny thrust of his hips, just enough to create a bit of friction before he freed their cocks from his grip. Even so, the tips bobbed against each other, as though they were trying to kiss. Starbuck laughed and he was relieved to see that Apollo also seemed amused by the little dance their cocks were doing.
At least, until their cocks brushed against each other one more time. Apollo drew a quick breath, and when he raised his eyes to Starbuck's face, the heat and the hunger in them almost made Starbuck lose his balance. "Do that again, Star," Apollo pleaded softly.
"Do what again?"
"That thing with your hips, holding us together - it felt nice."
Starbuck gently brought their cocks together, tilted his hips just a fraction - and his whole universe seemed to realign itself. It did feel nice. It felt more than nice. He chuckled, and then moaned as Apollo's hands closed over his, making a tight, warm tunnel for their cocks. He thrust again, and so did Apollo. Oh Lords! Hard as stone and soft as fur, Apollo's cock slid over his again and again, and Apollo's breath was suddenly warm on his cheek. Starbuck lifted his head and found his Captain's lips, his tongue dipping inside when he found them parted. It was too much, the gliding friction of tongues and cocks, and the warmth of their hands together. Starbuck came with a muffled shout, and Apollo echoed him, their heads dropping onto each other's shoulders.
Always with women, Starbuck experienced a moment of post-coital panic, when he just wanted to run from them - run from their solicitations of praise or their clinging professions of love. Leaning against Apollo, he waited for the wave of anxiety to hit, but it never did. The euphoria of climax simply drifted into a rather comfortable sensation, one that began to escalate into desire once again when Apollo twined their slick hands together.
"Want to head back to the bedroom, Bucko? I'll get us a damp towel to clean ourselves off." Apollo squeezed his hands briefly before releasing them, and the tips of their cocks met in a sticky kiss. "Take the rest of the ambrosa back with you."
****
Apollo woke with reluctance, unwilling to relinquish the oddly wonderful dream he'd been having. Sagan, he'd been doing things in that dream that he'd never even imagined, things that should have left aches in strange places. He stretched, and frowned as he experienced a twinge in one of those places. By rights, he should have a hangover; he and Starbuck had been drinking ambrosa far into the night. He'd never in his life drunk so much, and he wouldn't have, except that Starbuck kept refilling his glass, and he'd felt good, and happier than he'd been in a long, long while. Funny, he didn't remember Starbuck leaving for the BOQ. Maybe he'd passed out before Starbuck left. Or maybe Starbuck had crashed on the sofa in the front room. Apollo stretched again and his hand encountered warm, bare skin. His eyes flew open. Drowsy blue eyes smiled back at him.
"'Lo, Pol," Starbuck mumbled sleepily. "No patrol today, right?"
"No patrol," Apollo confirmed. His eyes focused on the jar of hand cream that was sitting on the night table. It should have been in the drawer. His heart thudded as he remembered why it wasn't. Nope, not a dream.
"Good," Starbuck sighed, and snuggled up against Apollo. Tentatively, Apollo draped an arm over his wingmate, wondering if Starbuck would want to remember anything that had happened after they'd returned from patrol. He wasn't entirely certain that he remembered all of it. Frack! He knew there was a reason he hadn't let himself drink so much since that time at an Academy dorm party; Boomer and Jolly had convinced him the next day that he'd been fooling around with one of the first-yahren cadets and he'd nearly worried himself sick that the girl might be pregnant. He hadn't really wanted to recall what he'd done with the girl, but he *did* want to know exactly what had happened with Starbuck. He desperately wanted to know that - whatever they'd done - it wouldn't destroy their friendship.
Once they'd come back to the bedroom, and having established their measurements, of course Apollo had to ask Starbuck again why he was so popular with women. Starbuck had shown him, starting with kissing, and ending up with Apollo's legs over his shoulders. Apollo could feel the heat rush to his cheeks, thinking about how gently Starbuck had coaxed his way inside, how perfect he'd made it feel, until Apollo was incoherently begging for each thrust. Lords of Kobol! No wonder Starbuck was so popular with the women, if he could do *that* to another man, for Sagan's sake!
Apollo knew that Starbuck was no longer seeing Cassie seriously, but the thought of him with a woman - any woman - made his stomach turn. Sometime during the night - or maybe long before that, even - Apollo had begun to think of Starbuck as his.
"Starbuck?"
"Hmmm?" Starbuck's breath was warm against Apollo's throat.
"We were really drunk last night."
"Just drunk enough," Starbuck mumbled.
"Well, umm, if you want to forget all about what happened, I'll -"
"Lords, no!" Starbuck roused at that, lifting himself onto one elbow. "I'm fracking well not going to forget about it - not after all the trouble I've had trying to seduce you! You are so dense! I can't believe how drunk I had to get you!"
Apollo was stunned. Starbuck had been *trying* to seduce him? "How long have you been trying to seduce me? And why?"
Starbuck let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, I tried when we were at the Academy, and over the yahrens, I've given it a shot now and then. But I've been concentrating on it - oh for about two sectars now."
"Oh. So you weren't really having trouble getting dates?"
"No - I wasn't trying."
"And it wasn't an accident that we got locked in that storage closet?"
"Umm, no."
"And you didn't really pull a thigh muscle playing Triad?"
"No, but thanks for the massage." Starbuck flashed an impish, totally Starbuck grin.
"But why?" Apollo had to know if it was just a Starbuck whim, painful though that might be.
"Are you really that dense, Pol? Why would I want to seduce you? Hmm, let's see - it isn't because I can't have sex any day of the secton with almost any woman I want." Starbuck did injured sarcasm so well.
"Please tell me you're not going to go bed-hopping again."
Starbuck grabbed the pillow he'd been lying on and whacked Apollo with it. "I didn't seduce you because I was curious about having sex with another man; I had that curiosity satisfied yahrens ago. Can't you think why I'd want to seduce you?"
"You were tired of women trying to get you to Seal with them?" Apollo ventured, curling into a ball and holding his arms over his head. He couldn't help chuckling; they hadn't had a pillow fight for close to fourteen yahrens.
"Close, but no!" Starbuck whacked his pillow against Apollo's head. He was laughing when Apollo retaliated with his own pillow. "Guess again, Pol!"
"I've become so sexy as I've matured that you no longer have any hope of resisting my charms?"
"No - you're supposed to say that about me!" Starbuck feigned annoyance and wielded his pillow once again, catching Apollo on the hip. The pillows flew for a few centons, until both of them were breathless.
"Well then, I guess you tried to seduce me because you've been madly in love with me for yahrens," Apollo panted.
Starbuck dropped his pillow, and headed for the turbowashroom. "See - I knew you had a brain in there somewhere!"
Apollo heaved a sigh of relief. "I was hoping that was the reason, Star," he called after him, "because sometime between last night and this morning, I decided I'm in love with you too."
****
Much later, after washing more than was absolutely necessary for cleanliness, along with a healthy amount of kissing and lovemaking, Apollo rummaged through his drawers to find clothes for Starbuck, so they could go pick up Boxey from Athena's quarters. He came up with black pants and a horrid blue and apricot tunic that Athena had given him yahrens ago. Luckily he and Starbuck were almost the same size. He flung the clothes at his lover, laughing at the expression on his face. Apparently Starbuck didn't care for the tunic either. Relenting, Apollo threw him a plain green tunic. Then he saw a message flashing on his computer screen, which was rather odd, since he wasn't on duty. He went over to the computer and hit a few keys, bringing up the message. He blinked a few times, but the message didn't change.
"Umm, Starbuck - what exactly did we do while we were drunk last night?"
"Besides having amazing, hot, mind-blowing sex?" Starbuck came to lean over his shoulder. He groaned when he saw the message. "I was hoping that I dreamed that part. At the time, I thought it would be - sort of fun."
"You thought it would be fun to do a strip-tease for a talent show on the Rising Star? And you signed me up, too? When did you do this?"
"When you went to get the towel. I thought it would be easier to do together, don't you think?" Starbuck cringed. "It's for a good cause, Pol! The proceeds go the Senior Ship and the Orphan Ship. And it can be a tasteful strip-tease -"
Apollo shook his head, moaning. "Starbuck, I am *never* going to get drunk again. Ever."
Starbuck smiled. This once had been enough.