Title: An Informal Meeting Author: Skybyrd Date: Jan 2001 Rating: NC-17 Category: Slash Pairing: Adama/Boomer Disclaimer: I don't own them. Archive: SURE!!!, just let me know the URL Feedback: skybyrd@skybyrd.net Summary: Adama and Boomer have an eventful evening. Sitting at his desk, Adama was lost in thought. He had let Lt. Boomer know that this would be an off duty evening, and unlike the more rowdy family thank you dinner they had held, this would be a time for Adama to express himself privately. There were things he needed to say to the young lieutenant that he didn't want an audience for. As he contemplated, the door chime sounded. "Come in, Lieutenant, come in!" Adama motioned the younger man to the longseat. Neither one was in uniform, this being stated as a casual occasion. Adama was wearing a green and gold loose and flowing tunic, with gold pants and dark green boots. Boomer's outfit was tailored to his strong form, and the fabric was a deep purple that shimmered in the lights of the room. Boomer gracefully sank down on the cushion with a smile. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate your asking me here." He spoke respectfully. Adama frowned a bit. "Now, now, I'm not 'sir' tonight. I'm just Adama." Boomer felt relaxed enough to joke, apparently, because he answered with, "Well you started it! You called me 'Lieutenant'." He grinned as Adama chuckled and sat next to him on the longseat. "So I did, so I did!" Adama answered. He hadn't seen this side of Boomer before. It was nice. He hadn't had light conversation in a while. But he had to be serious first. "Boomer, I want to tell you about this bottle." He leaned forward, and handed the bottle to Boomer. "This bottle was laid aside by the first commander of a Battlestar, who was an ancestor of mine. Before he left on the maiden voyage of the Battlestar Prometheus, he put this bottle of ambrosa away, intending to drink it when he returned from defeating the Cylons." Boomer looked at the bottle with amazement. This had to be at least 500 yahrens old!" "At the very least. For no one knows how old this bottle was when he saved it aside." Adama smiled sadly as he continued the explanation. "It has become a tradition in this family that the oldest child gets the bottle on the death of his or her parent. That this bottle will only be opened when we defeat the Cylons." Adama paused and looked into Boomer's dark brown eyes. "I intend to open this bottle tonight, Boomer, in honor of the man who saved my family." Boomer's mouth opened in amazement. For him? "But, sir. . . I mean Adama, you shouldn't do that! " Adama had anticipated this reaction, and had a counter argument ready. "It is not admitting defeat, Boomer, to open this bottle. What I am saying is that by opening this bottle, I'm acknowledging that there are more important things than our fight with the Cylons. For generations my family has lived with the idea that the defeat of the Cylons is our reason for existing. But they were wrong. I found our reason during that terrible fire that almost cost us this ship and our lives. But the ship is only as important as a holding pen for our lives. For if I had lost Boxey, or Athena, not to mention Apollo." his pain at the thought of losing his children and grandchild was very clear. "I realized that our reason for existing is to love. It is to have a family, and to tell those that you hold precious that they are dear to you. And you, Boomer, gave me the chance to do those things. I dedicate this bottle to you, Boomer, your actions, and the second chance you gave me at life." Without hesitation, Adama opened the bottle to a resounding 'pop' and poured the dark honey colored liquid into the two waiting glasses. Boomer decided not to argue. He didn't feel he deserved such an honor, but Adama was his commander, no matter how 'informal' this meeting was supposed to be. Adama handed Boomer his glass, then took is own, and raised it into the air. Boomer followed suit. "To the joy of life!" Adama made his toast, and the pair quickly took a drink of the ambrosa. Boomer was impressed. The ambrosa in his glass was the very best Boomer had ever tasted. Adama leaned back on the longseat with a sigh. This was so right. The reason the bottle was opened, the taste of the ambrosa, the company of a younger warrior. He could almost believe he was back on Caprica. "You know, Boomer, this used to be something I tried to do with all of my special officers." He spoke conversationally. Boomer started. Adama's voice carried such a presence, and he'd been lost in the feeling of comraderie. "What, sir... I mean, Adama? Special?" Adama chuckled, a sound low and deep in his throat. "Those officers who would certainly go onto the Command Staff one day, as I believe you will." But Adama frowned at the thought. "Well, at least you would have. Now, with just the one Command to staff, I'm not sure. It'll be our loss." Boomer nodded. "I like where I am. I like the hands on of patrols, of helping to maintain the protection of the fleet." He couldn't imagine being a part of the Command Staff. Once again, Adama laughed. Boomer hadn't often heard the sound, but it was a pleasant sound. Comforting. One he could certainly get used to. "Ahh... Boomer, you remind me of another young pilot. He was also a lieutenant. He used almost the same words to me once." Adama grinned at the memory. "But not a yahren later, after being promoted to Strike Captain, then to Squadron Commander, he found himself in a blue uniform." Another chuckle escaped his throat, and he took another drink of the ambrosa, emptying his glass. As he leaned forward to refill it, he dropped the name of the pilot. "His name was Lieutenant Tigh." Boomer laughed at the comparison. Tigh may have come from a distinguished family, but Boomer had looked up his service records. Tigh had been one of smartest pilots to come out of the Academy in a long time. While other pilots had relied on flying prowess to get them out of situations, Tigh's record came from well-thought out and well-planned tactics. He held the tactical simulation score at the time of the Colonies destruction. Second behind him was Boomer. They thought similarly. "If only my career were to be as illustrious as Colonel Tigh's!" He raised his glass, "To Colonel Tigh!" And he drained the rest of the ambrosa. Adama echoed the toast, and drank as well. This set the tone for the evening. They sat on the longseat and one by one, Adama would tell Boomer the stories of his 'informal' meetings with the various officers that were now in the Command Staff. At the end of each story, either Boomer or Adama would toast the officer. Soon, the bottle of ambrosa was drained, and both men were feeling the effects. Boomer raised his almost empty glass, "To you, 'Dama. Bes' damn 'mander a man could 'ave!" They both drank and the ambrosa was gone. "Well, Boom-Boom, I sink we finished." Adama rose off the seat, lost his balance and fell back down again. Boomer laughed in his drunken haze. "'Das funny!" Adama joined him. "Ya know, Boom-Boom, I 'aven't been dis drunk in a while." Adama thought for a micron. "Prolly shouldn't do it again. Makes ya do thins' you wouldn't thin' about sober." He raised his head, a confused look on his face. Boomer nodded. Adama looked so cute and adorable like that. "Yeah." he agreed. "Thins' like this!" and he leaned over and gave Adama a kiss on the lips. "'Spected you before. Like you now!" he said by way of explanation. Adama was surprised. "Boom-Boom, you swing that way?" He'd liked the feel of Boomer's lips on his. But there was supposed to be a reason he wasn't supposed to like it. But he couldn't wrap his mind around it right now. Boomer nodded. "Yup! Sometimes. Depends who. Gotta like 'em." "Me too!" Adama frowned in confusion again. "'Aven't done it in a while. Not since I got married. After, well... " Adama paused then the reason penetrated his ambrosa clogged brain. "Not supposed to play with junior officers. Bad for morale, ya know." Adama continued talking, sounding more like he was talking to himself. "But it's just us.. ya know, well, maybe this one time, shouldn't be too bad, no one'd 'ave to know.." Boomer smiled a lecherous grin. Being drunk always made him horny. "So... you wanna?" He asked hopefully. Adama raised his head. "Thin' we're too drunk?" Boomer shook his head, "Nope! You ever been too drunk to screw?" "No, but I don' thin' I've ever been this drunk." Adama felt the heat of the younger man's gaze. "But I'll try!" He leaned over and grabbed Boomer, and kissed him, feeling the heat of his lips. Boomer moaned and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. Adama's tongue entered, and fought with Boomer's own tongue. Boomer's arm raised to gather Adama close as Adama's hands stroked his back and neck, the caresses hardening both of them. Boomer broke the kiss. "Too many clothes" was all he said before plastering his mouth back to Adama's . Adama could only moan, and try to get his tunic off without breaking the kiss. It wouldn't happen. Boomer had the same problem, and they both stood at once, and stripped. Adama lost his balance one time, and Boomer had a hard time with the fastenings of his sandals, but soon they were naked. Standing, they embraced again, kissing lightly, Boomer running his hands down Adama's back and pulling him close, pressing their engorged penises together. Adama moaned and without further prompting, thrust his hips forward to intensify the contact. This felt so good. And not a bit like he was betraying his dead wife. After all, this was a man, not another woman! Just as he completed that thought, Boomer pulled away, and pushed him back on the seat. "Gotta taste you." was all he said as he knelt between the older man's legs. He looked at the cock in front of him. It was long, but fairly thin. It seemed to match Adama's quiet strength. Suddenly, Boomer leaned forward and took Adama's cock into his mouth. Sucking hard, as he heard Adama gasp in pleasure. He backed off quickly, and heard a moan. But he didn't stop. His mouth was moving licking and sucking Adama's prick, his hand playing with Adama's balls. Adama's hips were thrusting upwards, trying to get more and more of the sensation of Boomer's tounge and mouth on his neglected penis. "AHHHH... Boomer, that feels so good!" He moaned, his head thrashing back and forth on the back of the seat. He sat up and pulled Boomer off him after only a few microns of the exquisite torture. "Now me!" Boomer nodded, and switched places with Adama. Boomer's cock wasn't as long as Adam's but it was almost twice as thick. Adama didn't know how he was going to get his mouth around it, but dammit, he was going to try. He started licking Boomer's thighs, massaging his balls as his short licks came closer and closer to Boomer's groin. Every little lick caused Boomer's prick to twitch. When Adama had finally worked his way to Boomer's prick, he changed tactics, and gave the cock in front of him long lingering licks from base to tip. When he had worked his way around, he then took Boomer's cock fully into his mouth. But he didn't suck, he just let his tongue continue to work up and down the black man's hardness. Boomer couldn't believe that, he'd never had someone do that to him before, and it felt wonderful. If Adama kept doing that, he'd come soon, and he wanted to prolong that as much as possible. "'Dama, do you top or bottom?" Adama reluctantly took Boomer's cock out of his mouth to answer. "Both. Wouldn't mind bottoming tonight. It'd feel good to have this in my ass." He continued to stroke Boomer's cock lightly. Boomer grinned. "Me too. You bottom first, tho. Time for the bedchamber?" Adama nodded, and rose, still unsteady on his feet. "Let's go!" He grabbed Boomer's hand and dragged him towards his bedchamber. Boomer had never seen this room, but he didn't take the time to look, his mind was on too many other things, like sinking his cock into Adama's ass. He watched as Adama pressed a button near the bed-table, and out popped a little storage drawer above the bed. Boomer peeked in, and saw lube, a dildo, and some adult magazines that were well worn. He smiled. The dildo wasn't near as thick as Boomer was, but he knew he wouldn't hurt Adama. Obviously his ass was well stretched. Adama smiled as he pulled out the lube, and handed it to Boomer. Boomer grinned and kissed him again, tongues wrestling. "Front or back?" He asked. "Front!" Adama declared, and Boomer smiled. He wanted to see Adama's expressive face as he slid in and out of the man's ass. Adama arranged himself on the bed as Boomer lubed himself up. Adama raised his legs, and spread them wide. Boomer added a bit of lube to his finger and placed the digit inside with almost no resistance. Adama's cock twitched at the penetration. Soon Boomer had loosened Adama up, and replaced his fingers with his cock. He slid in easily, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth easy stroke. He leaned forward and captured Adama's mouth with his as he accustomed himself to the smoothness of Adama's ass. Soon, he couldn't resist and started stroking in and out, moving his hips in a smooth rhythm. He moved faster and faster as Adama moved with him, and he came closer and closer to the edge. He noticed Adama's cock leaking pre-come all over the older man's groin, and that plus sweat providing lubrication as his stomach rubbed against Adama's cock. "Feels sooooo gooood!" Adama moaned in pleasure. Boomer could feel himself come close to the edge, and really started pounding away, needing the release, and shortly he exploded, sending his seed deep into Adama's bowels. "AHHHH!!!! " Adama watched his face, and it was beautiful as he came. He held back himself, wanting to bury himself in the hot ass of younger man. Boomer's cock gave final twitch as it softened partially. "Now, Adama, I want your cock in my ass!" He orderd and rolled off the older man. Adama was glad to comply, as he grabbed the lube. "Just get it slick and stick it in!" Boomer ordered. Adama chuckled. The lieutenant was quite the commander in bed! Before Boomer could ask what the laugh was about, Adama had buried himself in Boomer. Boomer felt some burning, but it felt good. And Adama's prick was long enough to hit his prostate, so he was growing hard again already. Adama noticed, and reached between to stroke the growing black cock. Boomer moaned. "Fuck me, Adama!" Adama again did as ordered, began a quick rhythm of strokes, some deep, some short, that kept Boomer's eyes closed from the sheer pleasure of it all. Adama watched the other man writh and moan on the bed, and he reached down to tweak Boomer's nipples as he fucked hard. Microns and Microns this went on, until Boomer thought he was going to burst. Adama knew he was going to burst, so he reached down and started stroking Boomer's cock. All at once, Boomer's moans turned into screams, and Adama blessed the privacy of his quarters and he fucked harder and harder, and soon, he erupted into Boomer, just as Boomer was erupting into Adama's hand. Adama collapsed on top of Boomer, and they just lay there, eyes closed, panting. Adama was the first to recover his breath. "Don't go. Need to feel you while I sleep." Boomer smiled. "Sure. Don't know that I can move anyway. You've wore me out!" Adama grinned, and rolled off Boomer. He wasn't sure how the younger man would react to cuddling, so they just stayed side by side, but they were pressed right up next to each other. Both of them threw their arms above their heads, and they found each other's hands. With a firm grasp of their hands that belied the relative innocence of their position, they fell asleep.