Starbuck gave a start as his best friend grabbed him and started kissing him. It was about the last thing he expected from Apollo, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Truth be told, the man knew how to kiss.
"Apollo, wha..." he started when Apollo let him come up for air. He was interrupted by the feeling of Apollo’s hands unfastening his uniform at a faster rate than Starbuck would have thought possible. ‘Must have more hands than even *I* do,’ Starbuck reflected.
It was all part of a bet, really. Starbuck had bet his best friend that he (Starbuck) could seduce the person of his dreams quicker than Apollo could the person of *his* dreams. They’d been on the Rising Star and Starbuck needed a quick transfusion of funds to continue researching one of his Pyramid systems. So far the new system was proving only about 65 percent successful. Had to be a bug in there somewhere and how could he find it and fix it if he had no money? So he had made the bet with Apollo, figuring on a quick and easy source of funds. He had no idea *this* would happen!
Apollo had been drinking rather heavily since accepting the bet, seeming antsy. Starbuck had put it down to the fact that he was trying to get up the nerve to go see Sheba. Well, he hadn’t been too far off; Apollo was trying to find the nerve to seduce someone. That someone just wasn’t Sheba!
Apollo had gone off by himself for a few centons and returned looking a little bit green. He’d asked Starbuck to help him get to the room he had rented for the night.
When they got there, they’d found the room already set up for a seduction: flowers on the table beside a bottle of vintage ambrosa, two glasses and a platter of choco mushies, soft music playing in the background, the lights just bright enough to see the table. And the bed! It was huge! Had to be big enough to sleep at least six people, but there were only two pillows. The covers had been turned back just enough to be suggestive. Just the way Starbuck would have arranged things for a lady friend. How he’d been able to set this up so quickly, Starbuck would have to find out for future reference.
In the meantime, his best friend was still kissing him demandingly, tongue playing across Starbuck’s lips until his mouth opened and let the insistent invader in. Apollo tasted different from a woman, muskier, but it was nice, Starbuck decided. He began to wonder why he had never kissed his best friend before now.
Starbuck felt his uniform pants slide down his hips. He was surprised to see his cock standing at attention from his friend’s ministrations. While he tried to catch his breath, Apollo slid down to his knees and buried his face in the treasure he found between Starbuck’s legs. For a moment, he just nuzzled Starbuck’s cock and balls gently with his face, as if he were hesitant to go any further. Then, when Starbuck’s breathing started speeding up again, he began to lick - long, slow caresses the entire length of the erect rod. Starbuck closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation even more and began thrusting gently toward the warm, wet cavity that tormented him so. His hands went down almost involuntarily to the play in the longish hair.
Blue eyes flew open as he felt a different sensation. Apollo had stopped licking his erection, instead taking the head into his mouth and sucking gently. Starbuck stopped breathing for a moment, letting the new sensation take over his body.
He wondered briefly what had gotten into his captain. This was Apollo? So-shy-Apollo, the man who was too shy even to speak around a beautiful woman? What had happened here?
Briefly. Before he knew what was happening, Apollo pushed him back toward the bed. He landed on his backside, causing the mattress to shift slightly.
Shift? Starbuck smiled as he realized it was a waterbed. The warm water cradled both of them gently, seducing Starbuck even more. He loved a waterbed and hadn’t realized there were any left in the fleet. He should have known they’d still have one on board the Rising Star, wasteful as it was. They could have used the water elsewhere in the fleet, but not to any better purpose as far as Starbuck was concerned.
Apollo climbed from the bed and tugged Starbuck’s boots and pants the rest of the way off. Before he could get back into the bed, though, Starbuck intervened.
"Nope, I’m not going to be the only one naked here. Off with ‘em!" he commanded, gesturing at the captain’s clothes.
Smiling, Apollo complied, quickly stripping to reveal a tanned, fit body, equally as aroused as Starbuck’s. After an approving nod from the blond lieutenant, he lay back down on the bed beside him.
"Now, where were we?" Starbuck asked.
Apollo, still smiling, slid down to the "V" formed by Starbuck’s legs and resumed his ministrations. While his mouth worked, this time his hands were equally busy, caressing his new lover gently, then reaching back to enter Starbuck from behind.
The blond gave a start as he felt Apollo’s fingers begin to stretch him. Unwelcome memories of his childhood began to filter slowly into the pleasant haze of lust. Before he could say anything to Apollo, long fingers began to caress his prostate. The words he had begun came out more as "Goooaaaaah!" drawing a chuckle from Apollo.
The chuckle reverberated up Starbuck’s erection. The combination of that and the stimulation from Apollo’s fingers made him even more inarticulate. He began to buck wildly into Apollo’s mouth.
Apollo pulled back away from Starbuck’s body, withdrawing his fingers as well. When Starbuck whimpered at the loss, he smiled and moved into position at Starbuck’s entrance. He pushed the long legs up close to his lover’s body, then started to thrust gently into the object of his desire.
As they made love, Apollo reached down and kissed Starbuck, letting his tongue thrust into the willing mouth in rhythm with his other thrusts.
Starbuck was almost overcome by the attentions his body was receiving. He had never been in this situation before, being made love to by another man. He had been on the receiving end before, but that hadn’t been love, just power. This was love. He already loved Apollo as a friend, his best friend, but now he saw him in a completely different light. The blue eyes sparkled in wonder as they stared up into smiling jade colored ones, reflecting the love he felt.
The love in those eyes was too much. Starbuck screamed out Apollo’s name as he came. With a loud moan, Apollo followed suit, spilling his essence into his lover. Panting, Apollo collapsed onto his best friend. Starbuck himself was unable to do more than gasp for breath.
After a few centons, Starbuck reached up and kissed Apollo on the ear. "'Pol? I hate to spoil the mood, but you’re getting heavy."
"You’re so romantic, love."
"That’s what they tell me." He moaned softly as Apollo withdrew from his body, missing the feeling of being filled. "So...ready to pay up?"
The darker man looked startled. "What?"
"Pay up. It’s customary after losing a bet."
"But I didn’t lose; I *won* the bet."
"Nope. The bet was to see which of us could seduce the person of his dreams first."
Apollo smiled. "Yes, I know."
"So I won. Now when are you going to pay up?"
"How did you win? I seduced you."
Starbuck gave him a strange look. "So I’m the person of your dreams?"
Apollo nodded. "Always have been."
"But actually *I* seduced *you*, 'Pol. I was so adorable you just couldn’t resist me, could you? So I won."
"So you mean this whole time we’ve known each other, you’ve been trying to seduce me? And it took you this long? Nobody’ll ever believe this one - Starbuck the great lover - it took him fifteen yahrens to seduce someone," Apollo laughed. "I always thought Cassiopeia was the person of your dreams."
"I did too...until tonight. I’ve always dreamed of being loved like that. That was incredible."
Apollo blushed. "You were pretty incredible yourself."
"See, you admit it...I won."
Laughter filled the room. "Okay, okay, okay, *you* seduced *me*, Starbuck."
"Told ya so."