Fallen Idol
by Betty
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Starbuck/other, Starbuck/Apollo
Summary: A very important part of Starbuck's anatomy isn't working. What is
causing it and what will he do to correct it?
Warnings: Het sex sort of but only in first part m/m sex later
Dedicated to Lanio, who gave me the idea. For those of you who don't know
Lanio, she is lurking on the list at the moment. I met her on the BSGFanFic
site, you know the list that's stuck in PG land.
Thanks go out to Karo of bsgslash for doing the beta for me and giving me
suggestions on how to make this story better while Rita is away. This is also
the first het story she has beta'd.
Note: I don't like the title of this story, so as the story progressing and
anyone can think of a better one, please let me know.
The lighting in the room had been turned down, but not completely off.
This was not Starbuck's idea, but the woman's. Starbuck had no idea what
her name was - something that started with 'Mer' was all he could
remember. At the moment though, her name was the least of his problems.
The room held one large, round bed, on which the two lay naked, the woman
on her back with Starbuck's blond head between her widely spread legs. The
woman moaned loudly as Starbuck slowly licked and sucked on her very
engorged clit. Her pussy juices were flowing freely, soaking his face and
dripping from his chin. This woman was very hot, and even more wet.
Loud squeals could be heard from the woman when Starbuck suddenly grasped
her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and gave them a squeeze.
"Oh, do that harder," the woman moaned.
Starbuck happily obliged, squeezing her hard, perky nipples until they
were nearly flat between his digits, and still she begged him to squeeze
harder.
He let go of her right nipple, still squeezing the left, and slowly
trailed his hand down her body, over her small patch of pubic hair, then
slipped two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. Still licking her clit, he
finger fucked her to the point of orgasm.
The woman bucked and wiggled her hips, trying to get his fingers further
inside her. Finally she couldn't wait any longer, and reached down and
grabbed Starbuck under the armpits, pulling him up over her body.
Kissing him hard on the lips she then said, "I want you to fuck me, now!"
And she reached down to grab his cock.
Starbuck tried to stop her, but she was too fast. He was sure the entire
fleet heard her scream.
"WHAT THE FRACK IS THIS?"
"Wait, I can..."
"What the frack's the matter with ya, don't I turn ya on?"
"No, I..."
"Oh, so I ain't sexy enough for ya."
"No, I....."
"I ain't sexy - ya make a habit of picking up women ya don't think are
sexy and turning them on!" she shrieked.
"That's not it..."
"I hear stories about the great Starbuck and how he's this really big
womanizer and the best fuck in the fleet, but ya ain't nothin but a
stinking boray! I bet ya paid all them women to say them things about ya."
"No, I didn....." Starbuck was horrified at the idea that he'd pay a woman
to say he was good in bed. That was something that had never occurred to
him. He *was* good in bed, or at least, he had been, before this problem
reared its ugly head.
"Ya ain't nothin but a big fat liar, that's what ya are! Ya pick up women
and get them all turned on and wantin ya to fuck them then ya get dressed
and tell them they ain't sexy enough for ya."
"No...." It would be nice if *something* reared its head, Starbuck
thought. Like his dick, maybe.
"Well, ya ain't doin that to me!" The woman kicked Starbuck in the shins,
making him move over, and got off the bed to get dressed, still yelling at
him.
"I ain't stayin here and lettin ya tell me I ain't sexy. I know I is sexy
and I can get any guy I want to say so."
"You don't understand, I think you're very sexy. It's just...."
"Ya bet I'm sexy, ya stinking boray, bringing me in here and getting me
all wet and turned on, then when I really want to fuck what do ya do?
Nothin, ya just lay there all limp. I is gettin out of here and don't
think I ain't gonna tell my friends about ya, cause I is. I is gonna tell
all my friends yer nothin but a stinking boray limp dick, ya hear?"
Now fully dressed, the woman marched out of the room, slamming the door
behind her.
Sitting on the bed, Starbuck looked down at his limp cock, then gave it a
swat.
"Traitor! Why did you go and do that to me *again*? That's the third woman
this secton you let down! Even when I play with you myself you don't get
hard! What's wrong with you?"
Starbuck put his head in his hands, and cried.
Part 2 - Visit To The Doctor.
Not wanting any of his friends to find out about his very embarrassing
problem, Starbuck had made an appointment with the doctor on the
mercantile ship under the name Gabriel. It was a name he remembered from
his childhood, before the Cylon attack on his home that left him an
orphan, he thought it might have been the name his parents gave him.
Now sitting here on this civilian ship, in civilian clothes, he prayed no
one recognized him. Being one of the top three viper pilots was a great
honour, but it also meant that you were very well known. After what seemed
like centars, the doctor finally came out and called him.
He was embarrassed at first, but the doctor quickly put him at ease,
seeming very sympathetic to his problem. He assured Starbuck that they
would find out what was causing his erectile dysfunction, and because of
his age, the doctor was sure he would make a complete recovery.
After a series of questions and a battery of tests - the prostate exam
being the worst - Starbuck was sent out and told to come back in three
centars. When he returned the doctor would tell him what the lab found out
from his blood and urine tests. Starbuck decided what he really needed at
this time was good strong cup of coffee. The chairs in the waiting room
were made of hard plastic - not very comfortable to sit on, since his butt
was sore from that damn prostate exam. He headed for the nearest coffee
shop, where they had nice, cushioned and *comfortable* seating.
Starbuck had trouble deciding what kind of coffee he wanted - the place
had so many - but finally decided on a large cup of "frappuccino". He
choose a seat in the far corner of the cafe, away from the crowd and
partially hidden behind a large plant. However he could hear what the
women at the table on the other side of the plant were saying. He was
horrified at what he overheard.
"Did you hear what happened to Merla the other night?"
"No what?"
"Oh tell us, tell us!"
"Well, I heard she was with Lt. Starbuck," the first girl said again.
"Oh how lucky!"
"I hear he's the best fuck in the fleet."
"Not according to Merla."
"What, why not?"
"What happened?"
"Well, I was told by Mandy, who was told by Robyn who was told by Becky
who was told by Merna, who you know is Merla's sister, that Lt. Starbuck
took Merla into a private room on the Rising Star, where they both got
naked and he started licking her clit and finger fucking her, and when she
got all hot and bothered...."
"I'd get all hot and bothered with him just looking at me."
"Me too, he is so sexy."
"Will you two let me finish! Any way, he had her so turned on she was
begging him to fuck her, so she reached down to grab his hard, beautiful
cock and guess what she found?"
"Oh no, he's a woman."
"Don't tell me he has a tiny dick."
"No worse than that, he's a limp dick."
"What!" the other two women almost shouted.
"Yup, he wasn't even hard."
Starbuck couldn't listen anymore. He was both shocked and shamed at what
the women were saying about him. Shocked that this Merla - so that was
that woman's name - had made good her threat to tell her friends what had
happened that night, and shamed by the fact that it was being discussed in
a public place.
He left the coffee shop, his cup of frappuccino left untouched on the
table, and ran to the public restroom.
Hiding in a stall, he spent the reminder of his time listening to story
after story, and joke after joke at his expense, of what happened with
*that* woman. It seemed the entire fleet knew what was happening to him.
When he finally returned to the doctor's office, he was an emotional
wreck, wondering what kind of stories and jokes he would hear on his
return to the Galactica. Colonial warriors could be brutal with this sort
of thing, not to mention what Reese and his goons would say if they'd
gotten wind of this.
******
Removing his glasses, the doctor came around and sat on the edge of his
desk. "Well, even though you smoke, you don't smoke enough to cause an
erection problem. Same with your drinking. Your physical exam didn't show
anything wrong, and your blood and urine tests both came back normal. So
there is no physical reason why you can't get an erection."
"Then what's causing this? There must be a reason!" Starbuck was clearly
upset. He had expected the doctor to find something wrong, give him some
pills, and make it better.
"It can only be psychological. You didn't put down your occupation on your
form. Are you finding yourself stressed out on the job?"
"No more than any one else I work with," Starbuck replied with a small
grin.
"It could also be fatigue. Are you getting enough sleep at night? Are you
forced awake at all during the night?"
'I'm a warrior what do you think!' Starbuck wanted to scream, but instead
just shrugged at the doctor.
"Are you afraid of being intimate with a woman?"
"I'm not the marrying kind," Starbuck said
"Well, that could be the problem, or it might be that you only *think* you
find the woman you're with attractive, but deep down you don't."
"It has been suggested to me," Starbuck said dryly.
"But then again, maybe in your subconscious mind, you're just questioning
your sexual orientation."
"Excuse me, what was that last thing you said?"
"Your sexual orientation. It could be you're attracted to another man and
just don't want to admit it, not even to yourself ," the doctor calmly
stated.
"I. Am. *Not*. Gay!" Starbuck almost shouted.
Part3
Warning: View of smutty het magazine included, as well as masturbation
scene.
Before Starbuck returned to the Galactica, he stopped by a magazine store
and purchased an adult magazine filled with pictures of beautiful naked
women. He had to prove that doctor wrong. He was *not* gay. There was no
way he could be gay! He was a womanizer, the best womanizer the fleet had
ever known.
When the shuttle landed he hid the bag under his shirt and ran to the BOQ,
ignoring anyone who called to him. He just didn't feel like answering any
questions from his so-called friends.
Peeking around the corner before he entered the barracks, he saw that the
way was clear to the turbo-wash. Quietly he snuck inside and went straight
to the turboflushes, then entered the first stall and closed the door.
From here he could still have privacy, and because of the small crack
between the door and the wall to the next stall, he was able to see anyone
who entered the room. He also had a very good view of the showers, so if
anyone came to have a shower, he would know exactly who was telling
stories and making jokes about him.
Now to get to business. He would prove that doctor wrong; he wasn't gay -
he just knew it! He couldn't be, could he?
Removing the smut magazine from the bag, he opened it to the centerfold.
The naked woman in the picture was very beautiful. She lay stretched out
on a round bed that was covered with a red satin sheet, her long blond
hair fanned out over the pillow. Her breasts were large but not too large
- must be about a 36C bordering on D, still firm and perky.
Her slim belly was adorned with a round navel ring, and her pubic hair had
been shaved completely off. Starbuck's eyes went wide at that; he had
never had a woman who shaved herself clean. He wondered how that felt. Her
legs were spread wide, exposing her sex. Nothing was left to the
imagination.
Laying the open magazine over the turboflush, he unzipped his pants and
pushed them down to his knees. He stared at the picture as he masturbated.
Nothing was happening. He imagined that he was on the bed with the woman.
Nothing happened. He was still soft - not even a hint of getting hard.
Then he tried to imagine himself caressing her, touching that clean-shaven
pussy, kissing and licking it. Looking at those large, firm breasts, he
saw himself massaging them, squeezing the nipples between his fingers,
sucking on them, even gently biting them. Still nothing happened; his cock
just hung there, playing pachydermus.
Then he heard someone enter the shower room, whistling a tune. Starbuck
peeked between the crack to see who it was. Apollo was standing in the
shower room, carrying a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo, wearing
nothing but a towel around his slim hips.
Starbuck watched as Apollo removed his towel, exposing his firm round
buttocks. Starbuck continued to watch Apollo as the captain turned on the
water and stepped under the shower head.
The water cascaded down over the dark hair, then down onto his shoulders.
Starbuck was sure he could see each tiny droplet drip off his best
friend's buttocks - his round, firm, perfect buttocks. What an ass Apollo
had. Apollo's buttocks reminded Starbuck of a luscious, ripe fruit, round
and blushing, taut-skinned and perfect.
Starbuck stood there, peeking through the crack as Apollo spread soap over
that perfect ass, lathering it up, rubbing it in an oh-so-sexy way. He
gasped as Apollo's fingers suddenly slipped between the crack of that ass,
cleaning what was hidden between them. Then Apollo turned around and
touched his.........
Starbuck was moaning loudly as his orgasm burst out of him.
"Is everything all right in there?" he heard Apollo call out.
"I'm fine." Starbuck squeaked, disguising his voice so he sounded like a
woman.
"Who's in there?"
"No one. Just continue what you were doing." His voice disguise faltered.
"Starbuck is that you? What are doing hiding in there? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine! Just finish your shower and get out, okay?" Starbuck shouted at
Apollo.
The last thing Starbuck wanted was for Apollo to find out what he'd done.
That he had come in here to jack off while looking at a picture of a naked
woman - that was something that would really get the guys laug hing at
him. But it would be infinitely worse if Apollo found out that nothing had
happened with Starbuck's dick until he - Apollo - had come into the
turbowash and removed that towel.
"Starbuck you don't sound fine. What's wrong?"
Thinking fast Starbuck said, "I ate too much cheese - you know how that
stuff can bind you up."
Part 4 Rumours
Council Security Guard Randal couldn't believe his ears when he heard the
woman in the coffee shop talking about Starbuck. Wow! What a juicy bit of
information! Wait until Reese found out.
He had jumped out of his seat and run for the shuttle bay as soon as the
words left the woman's mouth. Now he was running again, straight to
Reese's office.
"Reese! Reese, you won't believe what I just heard about Starbuck - the
dirty little secret I heard about him."
Reese jumped up from his desk, sending papers and magazines flying, and
quickly shut the door.
"What is it? Tell me."
"Starbuck ain't no man at all! He's a woman pretending to be a man,"
Randal said, grinning wickedly.
"Ow, Randal, that ain't true. Someone is just pulling your leg."
"Oh yes it is! I heard some woman talking about it - the one had been with
him on the Rising Star, and when she pulled his pants down, she got the
shock of her life. The man ain't got a dick - he got a pussy, just like a
woman." Randal had been talking so loud,that neither man heard the office
door open.
"You sure about this?"
"Sure as sure. That's what the woman said. She said Lt.Starbuck was really
a woman."
"That ain't what was said at all. Randal here didn't wait for the whole
story." Peter, another of Reese's men, closed the door behind him; he had
come in and heard Randal's last statement. "If you had stayed a bit longer
you would have heard that Starbuck does have a dick, but that it's so
small the doctor told him he has to have a sex change, cause that little
dick ain't gonna work much longer."
"Starbuck is gonna have a sex change?" Reese asked in amazement.
"Yup, that he is," Peter nodded.
"That can't be possible. A man can't become a woman." Reese just shook his
head.
"Sure they can. It happens all the time. A few hormone pills and a little
snip-snip, and you're a woman," Randal said.
"Yeah, but can they be fucked?" Reese wanted to know.
"From what I hear, yeah."
"But none of us would have a chance with him once he's a her. I bet he'd
only put out for Apollo," Peter snarled.
"Na, the pretty Commander's baby boy wouldn't touch a woman who used to be
a man. None of them stuck up, nose-in-the-air warriors would. The new and
improved Lt. Starbuck is gonna have to come to us for a good time," Reese
said wickedly.
"Yeah, and when *she* does, we'll show her a what to do." Peter said, and
the three of them laughed evilly together.
*******
Overheard in the warrior's locker room:
"Did you hear what happened to Starbuck?" a dark-skinned ensign asked.
"No, what happened?" a skinny blond warrior responded.
"Well, he picked up some woman in a bar over at the Rising Star."
"That isn't news. Starbuck's always picking up women," another warrior
scoffed.
"No, no! Let me finish! He went back to her place and the two of them were
sixty-nining like crazy, and this woman had an orgasm so wild that she bit
his cock clean off."
"Ouch! Is the poor guy okay? What happened after that?" still another,
chubby warrior asked, his eyes wide with shock.
"Can they put his cock back on?" the skinny blond wanted to know.
"I don't know," the dark-skinned ensign shrugged. "No one has seen hide
nor hair of him since."
"Oh well, if they can't sew it back on, leaves more women for us,"still
another warrior said as he closed his locker.
"That's cold, Conway."
*********
And in the OC:
"Hey Boomer, what's this I hear about Starbuck paying some woman to tie
him up by his balls?" Greenbean asked.
"What? I never heard that!" Boomer almost dropped his mug of ale.
"It's all over the ship. He went to one of those special clubs over on the
Star and paid to get tied up by his balls."
"Where is Starbuck now?"
"Don't know. Last I saw him, he was running from a shuttle to the BOQ,
wearing civvies." Boomer was out of his chair and running towards the
barracks before anyone could bat an eye.
********
And in the woman's barracks:
"So what's this about Starbuck not be able to get it up?" Deitra queried
the other women.
"That's what I heard too - think it's true?" Brie asked.
"I bet he could get it up for Apollo," Sheba chuckled.
"What? Sheba you can't be serious," Dieta giggled.
"Oh yes I am! Bojay's bunk is just a couple down from Starbuck's and the
other night he couldn't sleep, so he decided to read. While he was reading
-" Sheba's voice kept getting louder, so loud that it carried into the
hall, where Apollo was walking by after leaving the showers. He overheard
Sheba say, "- he heard Starbuck talking in his sleep, and he was telling
Apollo how beautiful his ass was."
"I thought that moan sounded a little - sexual," Apollo whispered to
himself, an evil grin growing on his face.
**********
Starbuck climbed the ladder into the dome and closed the hatch. Maybe at
last he could get some peace. He thought Apollo would never leave the
shower room. The captain took great joy in teasing him, which made his
shower last longer. Every few microns Apollo would chuckle and ask him if
he needed a suppository, or an enema.
"How about some prune juice and caster oil? That will clean you out."
Starbuck could have smacked Apollo when he asked that question. And all
through these embarrassing questions, Starbuck had to fake moaning and
groaning, making it sound like he was trying to relieve himself without
success. The only good thing that came out of it was that he was able to
get rid of that damn magazine. Watching through the crack, he waited until
Apollo had his back turned, then flung the magazine under the stall door
and across the room. Someone was sure to find it, but they couldn't pin it
on him.
Now, sitting up here all alone, he could think about what happened. He
hadn't been able to get an erection for the last three women he picked up
- or was it more than that? Cassie had been complaining about his
performance lately, claiming he was cumming too soon, if he came at all,
and that he wasn't as hard as he usually was. She had even accused him of
spending more of his free time with Apollo than with her, and told him
that it seemed to her he would rather be with Apollo than anyone else.
"Next thing you know you'll be kissing him instead of me!" she had said to
him, pouting.
Then that damn doctor tells him he's questioning his sexual orientation.
Followed by the bathroom disaster.
"Okay, Bucko, just settle down here and concentrate. We'll try this
again."
He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Sitting on the
floor, he then placed his hand on his cock and slowly started to
masturbate once more. He thought of Cassie naked, Athena naked - hell, he
even tried to imagine Sheba naked. All of the women he knew, naked and
spread out for him, reaching for him to come to them. Their breasts
jiggling, pussies wet with desire. Nothing worked; not one of those
visions gave him the slightest hint of an erection.
Then he imagined Apollo standing naked before him. Wet from the shower,
water dripping off his body. Starbuck saw one lone drop of water slide
down from Apollo's shoulder, over his broad, strong chest, then down his
belly all the way to his cock. A cock that was long, thick and *erect*.
The vision made Starbuck instantly hard. Now he knew who he really wanted.
"Oh no, now what do I do? He'll kill me!" Starbuck groaned. "And I have a
patrol with him in fifteen centons!"
5 The Patrol
Starbuck quickly masturbated to completion once more, dressed hurriedly
and headed for the launch bay.The fact that it was Apollo he wanted would
be a problem, but at least his erection difficulty had been resolved.
"Oh Hades, maybe I can pick up men who remind me of him. Yeah, that might
work," he said to himself as he rode the lift down. "And if it doesn't,
well I've got lots of pictures of him."
When the lift stopped and he stepped off, he ran right smack into Reese.
"Get out the way, bozo, I got a patrol to fly!" he snapped at the security
guard.
"You won't be snapping at me like that in a few days, when all your
*friends* turn their backs on you because of your little *problem*. Tell
you what Bucko, when everything is all taken care of, you come on down to
see me. Reesy Weesy will take care of your needs," Reese cooed, then
walked on down the hallway.
"Reesy Weesy?" Starbuck stared at the man. Who in Hades was he kidding?
Starbuck wouldn't let Reese touch him with a ten metron long pole.
Turning and continuing down to the launch bay, he soon met up with a group
of warriors he knew by sight, but not by name.
"Hey, Starbuck are you okay?" the chubby one asked. "What am I saying? You
must be okay if they let you out of the Life Center already."
"Hope everything is back where it belongs and working properly, " the
skinny blond one said as the group headed on their way.
"What the frack was that all about?' Starbuck wondered as he continued on
his way. Then he ran into Boomer.
"STARBUCK! What the frack have you been up to? Are you crazy, paying a
woman to do that to you? Are you fracking nuts? She could have killed you!
I knew you could get wild and crazy at times, but boy that was just plain
stupid!"
"What the frack are you talking about?" The closer he got to the launch
bay the more confused he got.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about! You, a woman, the Rising Star
- don't do it again or I'm taking you in to Dr. Salik! Got it?" With his
threat laid out, Boomer strode away.
Starbuck wasn't sure if he should continue or not, but Apollo would kill
him for sure if he didn't show up for their patrol.
When he saw Sheba, Dietra and Brie turn the corner, he stopped. Should he
keep going, or just wait here for them to say something weird to him?
Remembering the patrol - and Apollo - he continued.
As he passed Sheba she smiled sweetly at him. "Apollo is waiting in the
launch bay for you, Starbuck, with a smile on his face and a wiggle in his
butt."
"What?" Starbuck just stared at her, then she and the other two women
started giggling and ran away.
Now he was at the launch bay, and there was Apollo, leaning against his
viper, waiting for him.
"Hi, Apollo," Starbuck said, sounding shy even to his own ears.
"Starbuck, did you take care of your ah, little problem in the turboflush
or do we have to hold off the patrol for a few more centons?" Apollo asked
him, sounding ever so sincere.
"I'm fine now, thank you very much," Starbuck replied, blushing.
"Good. Oh - before we leave I wonder if you have any idea where this may
have come from." Apollo held up the porn magazine from the turboflush.
Starbuck's eyes went wide as looked at it. "N-n-no, I don't know anything
about that. Why should I?"
"Just wondering. You were the last person in there and when I saw it on
the floor, I thought maybe you'd seen who'd walked in with it."
"Ididn'tseenothing."
"Excuse me?"
"I said I didn't see nothing."
"Double negative, Lieutenant."
"I don't know whose magazine it is, all right? Lords, why do you think
every time something happens, I'm involved? Lets just go on patrol ."
Starbuck stomped to his viper and climbed in.
"Okay, I'm sorry. So it's not your magazine - big deal!" Apollo tossed the
magazine aside and climbed into his own viper.
Their patrol was long, but not boring. Apollo kept bringing up the
turboflush incident, asking Starbuck questions about his diet and telling
him he should eat more fiber.
"And drinking a little fruit juice now and again couldn't hurt either,
Starbuck," he chuckled, just as the Galactica came into view again.
Starbuck had had enough. "Apollo, stop with the teasing about my problem,
will you? Besides, you got it all wrong! I was lying, all right? That
wasn't my problem - I was having erection difficulties, okay? Are you
happy now? I was picking up women and I couldn't perform, and yes, that
smut magazine was mine. I was masturbating to it, but it didn't work.
There, are you happy now?"
Apollo sat stunned for a moment, shocked that Starbuck had admitted to his
problem. Then he calmly said, "Maybe you didn't find these women
attractive. I wouldn't be able to attain an erection for someone I wasn't
attracted to - wouldn't matter how pretty she or he looked."
"That's what the doctor said." Had he heard Apollo right? Had he really
said she or he?
"So you went to see Salik. Well, that's good."
"No, not Salik - I went to another ship."
"Oh, well I can understand why - you didn't want anyone to know about
this. So, what else did the doctor suggest? Maybe I can help you."
Starbuck squirmed in his seat. "Do we have to talk about here? What if the
bridge hears?"
"We're still on a private channel. No one from the bridge can hear us."
"Oh, well okay - the doctor said I need more sleep."
"Well, I don't think I can help with that much. Maybe we could get a few
day off - Lords know I could use some."
"Yeah, that would be nice, and it would help relieve some stress too,
wouldn't it."
"Oh yes, a few days off always helps get some of the tension out. So, was
there anything else?"
"Yeah, there was more thing, but I don't want to talk about it."
"Does it have anything to do with you masturbating in the turboflush?"
Starbuck squirmed again, and blushed deep red; it didn't matter that
Apollo couldn't see him.
"Yes and no."
"Starbuck, it's either yes *or* no - can't be both."
"Well, it is. I wanted to prove he was wrong," Starbuck said, then he
choked out, "but he wasn't."
"Starbuck, what is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I don't want to talk about it - not here."
"Okay, but as soon as we land you are going to tell me, understand
*Lieutenant?*"
"Is that an order?"
"What do you think?" Apollo knew it was mean of him, but just couldn't
help it.
"Oh no!" Starbuck moaned, then to himself: 'He's going to kill me!'
As soon as they landed and Apollo commed the bridge to inform them there
was no sign of Cylons or any other enemy, Apollo headed straight back to
Starbuck, who was leaning against his viper.
Placing a hand on either side of the blond's shoulders, Apollo asked, "So,
what's this other thing the doctor said?"
"What other thing?" Starbuck tried to act like he didn't know what Apollo
was talking about.
"Quit the felgergarb and spill it, Starbuck."
Starbuck hung his head and mumbled what the doctor said about his sexual
orientation.
"I didn't hear that. Say it again, but look at me this time."
Starbuck slowly raised his head and looked into Apollo's eyes. "He said
something about my sexual orientation. He thinks maybe I'm attracted to
another man and that keeps getting in the way." he growled.
Apollo's eyes went wide and a wicked grin covered his face. "Oh really -
so you decided to masturbate while looking at a smut magazine, but it
didn't work."
"Y-y-yes," Starbuck stammered.
"Starbuck, I heard you moan, and it sounded like a sexual moan to me."
Starbuck's face couldn't get any redder if he tried. Suddenly Apollo's
grin grew even more wicked. Without any warning, Starbuck found Apollo's
lips on his, kissing him. Apollo's tongue was snaking its way into his
mouth, and he was letting it all happen - he was kissing back. Then
Apollo's hand was on his groin, rubbing his cock - rubbing his *hard*
cock.
Then Apollo was pulling away and Starbuck was moaning with desire.Smiling
wickedly once more, Apollo said, "I thought so. Well Bucko, you know where
to find it if you really want it."
That said, Apollo turned and walked away, heading straight for his
quarters. A few microns passed and Starbuck followed him.
6 Love
Starbuck tried to keep up with Apollo, but each time he got within
touching distance, Apollo gave him a sideways glance, grinned wickedly,
then quickened his pace. By the time they reached Apollo's quarters they
were both running.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Apollo grabbed Starbuck by the
shoulders, pinned him to the wall and kissed him Passionately.
When the kiss ended, Starbuck asked, "Why'd you make me run after you?
That wasn't funny!"
"Wanted to see how bad you wanted me, and yes it was," Apollo grinned back
as he led Starbuck towards the bedroom. He turned, suddenly serious. "You
do want me, right?"
"I thought what happened in the landing bay proved that."
"Hmm, partly, and we can't forget what happened in the turbowash," Apollo
teased.
"Oh, please don't bring that up again."
As soon as they made it through the bedroom door and Starbuck eyed
Apollo's double bed, he suddenly became very nervous. "Um, Apollo, do have
any idea what you're doing?"
"Tsk tsk, Starbuck, you sound like you've never been with another man
before."
"Oh, and you have?" Starbuck challenged.
"As a matter fact, yes I have."
"What! Why didn't you ever tell me?"
Apollo said simply. "It isn't something you announce, not even to your
best friend. And you didn't ask."
"That's because I didn't think...."
"Oh my lords, he admits he never thinks!" Apollo interrupted Starbuck.
Starbuck was about to respond to that, but Apollo cut him off with another
kiss. Everything except the feel of Apollo's lips on his seemed to
disappear. The kiss was so encompassing that before he knew what was
happening, he found himself lying on Apollo's bed, completely naked.
Then Apollo's hands and mouth were suddenly doing things to him Touching
and licking him in ways no woman had ever touched him. Driving him wild in
ways no woman had ever driven him. And in between the touches and licks,
Apollo whispered words of love and need that made Starbuck feel warm
inside.
Then Apollo was taking his cock into that oh-so-hot mouth and Starbuck
couldn't hold back any more; the sensation was just too much, and he came
with a loud scream.
Apollo quickly swallowed every drop and licked Starbuck clean. Then after
another quick kiss, he grinned wickedly and chuckled. "You really are
having problems, aren't you? First erectile dysfunction and now premature
ejaculation."
"That wasn't my fault - it was yours. No one has ever driven me that wild
before," Starbuck said breathlessly.
"Really? So does that mean I'm the best lover you've ever had?" Apollo
sounded pleased.
When Starbuck didn't answer, Apollo grabbed his legs and quickly placed
them over his shoulders, pressing his body down on top of Starbuck's,
pushing him into the mattress. Even though he had just come, Starbuck
instantly went hard.
"Answer me, Bucko."
"No, I won't!" Starbuck grinned, wondering what Apollo would do next. And
wanting it, whatever it was.
With an _expression of evil sensuality on his face, Apollo pressed his
cock against Starbuck's puckered opening.
"You do have lube on that thing?" Starbuck asked, a little scared.
"Don't worry, of course I do! Now answer my question."
"No, I won't. Is this gonna hurt?"
"Just a little, but it will soon turn to pleasure," Apollo whispered into
Starbuck's mouth as he slowly pushed his way in.
"Oh, it hurts!" Starbuck gasped.
"Shhhhh, just relax. I'll go slow," Apollo soothed. "Now answer my
question."
"I love you, Apollo," Starbuck moaned as Apollo's cock rubbed against his
prostate for the first time.
"I know, but am I the best?" Apollo slowly continued to push into Starbuck
until he was buried deep inside, then carefully pulled out until just the
head of his cock was inside.
He continued his slow fucking, hitting Starbuck's sweet spot with each
downward thrust, until Starbuck was begging him to go faster. Building up
speed, but not too fast, Apollo soon had Starbuck whimpering like a baby,
then he reached between them and took a firm hold of Starbuck's cock,
squeezing it gently while he pumped in time with each thrust. In, down,
out, up, causing Starbuck moan out his name.
"Oh yes, Apollo! Yes, you're best lover I've ever had!" Starbuck cried
out.
Every muscle in Starbuck's body tightened up as he came, his hands
gripping the sheets and ripping them as his seed erupted out of him. Even
his toes curled. Less than a centon later Apollo's moans joined his as
Starbuck's ass muscles squeezed out every drop of semen his lover had
available to give.
When his orgasm was through, Apollo collapsed on top of Starbuck, both men
completely spent and breathless. Apollo pulled the blanket up over them,
smiling as Starbuck snuggled up against him. Just then, they heard a young
voice yell from the front room, and Boxey burst into the bedroom.
"Dad, Dad, you won't believe what I just heard happened to Starbuck! Some
lady on the Rising Star tied him up and hung him by his hair, then she
pulled down his pants and when he wouldn't do that yucky thing that
grownups do with each other, she gave him a needle and turned him into a
girl!"
"That's just a rumour, Boxey. Starbuck isn't a girl," Apollo assured his
son. "But he will be living with us from now on, right Starbuck?"
"Always and forever," Starbuck replied with a smile and a kiss.
"Yuck, mushy stuff," Boxey muttered as he left the two alone.
************
Later that night on the Rising Star:
"So that's the woman who started all those strange rumours about
Starbuck!" Athena said as the three woman watched Merla across the room.
"I can't believe she's sitting on Reese's lap!." Cassie groaned, wrinkling
up her nose.
"It sure doesn't look like he's enjoying it," Sheba remarked.
"No, it doesn't. Looks more like he's trying to push her off," Athena
observed.
"Maybe we should go over and warn him about her," Cassie suggested.
"Do we have to?" Sheba whined.
"It's for the best," Athena sighed.
"Besides, we're doing this for Starbuck," Cassie added.
"All right, but let me do it. I owe Starbuck a favour for getting me and
Bojay together again." Sheba left the table and headed over to where the
Merla-woman was groping Reese.
Clearing her throat loudly so the pair would notice her, Sheba shouted so
everyone around would hear: "Better watch yourself Reese! I hear that
woman is so bad in bed that she turned Starbuck into a homosexual!"