Gigolo By Jen Lmr (jenny@jnrhome.com) Date: Feb 2001 Fandom: Battlestar Galactica Rating: NC-17 Slash Pairings: Apollo/others, Apollo/Starbuck Dedication: For Becky. Thanks for giving me the idea that inspired this story. Summary: Apollo goes looking for excitement, and finds it. Part One - How It All Began Apollo slipped out of the room quietly and began strolling nonchalantly down the corridor. He glanced behind him one last time. All clear. He knew he'd get into a lot of trouble if anyone ever found out he was doing this, but he just couldn't seem to stop himself. Amazing how easy it had become in the past few sectars to slip about these corridors unnoticed. Especially since he was not exactly unknown within the fleet. Perhaps because in the place he had been tonight no one wanted to see or be seen. He guessed it had been building up for yahrens, this strange longing inside of him. It wasn't until six sectars ago that it had gone from an internal craving to a physical need. One night during a trip to the Rising Star with Starbuck something finally awakened inside of him. It started out as a normal evening. Drinking and playing pyramid mostly. After a while he had grown bored and restless. He could feel his frustration increase to an almost unbearable level. Excusing himself to his friend, who merely nodded absently, he went off in search of other entertainment. Eventually, he had found it in one of the lower levels of the Rising Star. After wandering around the main floor and finding nothing that could hold his interest, he'd decided to venture down to some of the lower levels. After stopping at a few of the smaller nightclubs he finally found one in which the very air seemed to be charged. He couldn't put his finger on was it was about the place, but he felt a distinct undercurrent of excitement and danger. He settled himself at the bar in a position where he had a good view of the entire club. As he watched, he couldn't help but notice that while everyone came in alone, hardly anybody left alone. This place was obviously a place where the main objective was to find someone to pair off for the evening. He wondered why he had never heard of it. Surely if Starbuck had known about it he would have dragged him here by now. He shrugged to himself. Once he really thought about it, Starbuck seemed to be able to find someone for an evenings companionship pretty much anywhere he went. A place like this would probably hold no real interest for him. Looking around the room again he'd also noticed that there was quite a wide assortment of pairings. There was pretty much every gender combination he could think of. He shrugged again to himself. That sort of thing had never bothered him. In fact, he'd always been curious about what it would be like to have sex with a man. Before long a well-dressed man sidled up next to him at the bar. The man offered to buy Apollo a drink and although he wasn't finished with his first one, he graciously accepted. The man, whose name turned out to be Jared, was quite a bit older than himself but not bad looking. His hair was mostly white, peppered with gray in a way that gave him a distinguished air. He was slightly taller than Apollo, with a husky build that would have already begun to turn to fat on most men his age. He said he was a business executive but didn't elaborate on what business he was in. All in all, Apollo found himself enjoying the man's company. When Jared asked if he'd like to join him in a private chamber, he surprised himself by accepting. He found himself being led along a private corridor through a door in the club that he hadn't even noticed was there. Before long he was ushered in to a fair-sized chamber. It was sparsely furnished with a bed and a small chest of drawers. What it lacked in furnishings, it made up for in amenities. The room was tastefully decorated, although looking up, he discovered that the ceiling was covered entirely with a large mirror. On the chest of drawers there was a bottle of ambrosa chilling and several glasses sitting beside it. There was even a silk flower arrangement in a vase that looked like it could have been crystal. Jared went over to the chest and began opening the bottle of ambrosa, keeping up a steady stream of casual conversation all the while. Looking around nervously, Apollo couldn't help but wonder what he was doing here. He knew that when Jared asked him to join him in a private chamber that he didn't mean just to talk. The reality of the bed before him was making him nervous though and he wondered if maybe he should just leave before things went any further. He was still considering this when Jared walked over, handed him a glass of ambrosa, and smiled at him charmingly. When Jared lightly stroked the side of his face Apollo found himself leaning into the touch. "You really are a beauty, you know that?" Jared whispered silkily. "You have the most incredible eyes. They're so expressive. But then, you must hear that all of the time, don't you?" "Not really," Apollo murmured shyly, enjoying the feel of the masculine fingertips on his face. "What a shame. You really are a gem. I can hardly wait to see what other treasures await me." Jared's hand moved meaningfully down his companion's chest. "And a warrior, too. You must be in outstanding physical shape. I bet you have amazing stamina." Apollo flushed and took a steadying gulp of his ambrosa. "How charming. You must be awfully new to this scene. I can't remember the last time I've seen anyone blush." Jared moved over to the chest of drawers and took a sip of his ambrosa before setting it down. "This scene?" Apollo asked, then thinking that he must mean the nightclub he answered, "Oh, yes. Actually, it's my first time." The older man shivered in delighted anticipation, "Oh, my. Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He gave the younger man a thoughtful look, then said softly, "Why don't you just have a seat? The night is young and we don't need to let all of this fine ambrosa go to waste." Apollo knew he should probably leave, he had a feeling that he might be in over his head. He took another look over to where Jared was standing. The man was charming, no doubt about that. The other thought that rose unbidden into his mind was that this was someone who could finally give him what he had been looking for. Walking over to stand in front of the bed, he gazed down at it for long moments before making up his mind. Pulling off his jacket he sat down and began removing his boots. After having done so he looked over to Jared again and received an encouraging smile. The older man removed his own coat and joined him on the bed. They spent almost a centar sitting there, sipping ambrosa, murmuring to each other seductively, sharing an occasional touch or a kiss, undressing each other ever so slowly. By the time the ambrosa was finished they were both naked and extremely aroused. Apollo laid back on the bed, he positioned himself so that his head was on one of the pillows and became immersed in the sensations Jared was causing during his exploration of his body. He experienced entirely new heights of passion under the skillful hands and mouth of his lover that night. Giving himself completely over to pleasure and his own body's carnal desires, he lost himself in the feeling of Jared filling him completely. When the other man gave a final thrust and came deep inside him, he quickly followed him with his own climax. As he drifted off into slumber shortly afterwards the only thought that kept running through his head was that he could swear that he saw stars. ***** Part Two - Scenes To Forget The next morning when Apollo had awoken, Jared was gone. As he was dressing noticed a pile of cubits lying on the chest of drawers along with a note. 'Thanks for a great night. I hope to see you in the club again sometime. Jared' He stared at it for long moments, realization slowly setting in. The man thought he was a ... a gigolo! He couldn't believe it! Him, Commander Adama's pride and joy, a noble warrior of the fleet. A gigolo! On impulse, he had scooped up the cubits and the note and tucked him in his pocket. All the way back to his quarters, he'd thought about last night's encounter. Oddly enough, after his initial shock had worn off he'd felt strangely exhilarated. A gigolo. Him, of all people. He couldn't help but shake his head, bemused. When he'd arrived for patrol that day, Starbuck was there before him for once. "Well, good morning," the Lieutenant drawled. "I looked for you last night when I was getting ready to leave but couldn't find you. You get lucky or something?" he teased. Apollo was unable to help the blush that crept onto his cheeks. "Oh, my lords! You did, didn't you?" his wingmate said in a shocked voice. "Something like that," he replied airily as he headed to his viper. He couldn't help but chuckle at the stunned look on the other man's face. And something else was there too. He just didn't know what it was at the time. Jealousy. He was still grinning from ear to ear by the time they were away from the fleet and he heard the voice over the comm. "So ...?" "So ... What?" "Spill it. I want details. Who was she?" The question sounded a little terse. "Would you be shocked if I said that it wasn't a *she*?" "Ha ha. Very funny. Now who was she?" Apollo couldn't help but be a little offended by his friend's attitude. Did he really think that he was so uptight that it just *had* to be a *she*? "None of your business. We're coming up into the next sector. Let's try to keep our eyes open, shall we?" "Fine," Starbuck said petulantly. "You know I'll get it out of you eventually." They'd finished their patrol and after debriefing Starbuck had started in on him again. "I. Repeat," Apollo said slowly and precisely, "None. Of. Your. Business." "Touchy, touchy," Starbuck huffed. "She must have been ugly then." "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." "Humph." That was Starbuck's only reply but he let the subject drop. ***** During the next secton, Apollo couldn't help but notice that Starbuck practically followed him around. It was then that he'd begun to suspect that his friend was jealous. He found he liked the feeling immensely. At secton's end Starbuck asked him to go for drinks with him at the OC. "No thanks. I was kind of thinking I'd go to the Rising Star." This was something that he had indeed been thinking about almost constantly for the last secton. "Fine. I'll go with." "Suit yourself." "You sound like you don't want me to go? Got a hot date?" "No. No date per say." "Fine. I'll meet you at the shuttle bay in a centar." ***** At the Rising Star it didn't take Starbuck long to become immersed in a game of pyramid. Apollo took the opportunity to slip away. Arriving at the club, he settled himself at the bar and ordered a drink. It wasn't much longer until he was approached by a well-dressed gentleman. Before too long he ended up in a private chamber with him. This time he went back to find Starbuck after he and his companion were finished with their *business*. He also went back with quite a few more cubits then he'd had when he'd gone into the club. Starbuck seemed more than a little relieved to see him when he rejoined him. The feeling of control this gave Apollo was heady. Sectars went by following this same pattern. He didn't always go with men, sometimes they were women. Either way he left with more cubits than he'd come with and a feeling of power and a sense of self-worth that he'd never felt before. Odd that, he'd have thought that it'd make him feel the opposite, but that wasn't the way it was at all. Sometimes he'd see more than one person a night. He even ended up with a number of members of the council of twelve. He wasn't worried though. He could count on them to be even more discrete than any other person he was with. None of them wanted to broadcast what they were doing in their personal time. His favorite *companion* ended up being a woman named Becca. She became a regular soon after he began frequenting the club. Becca was sweet and caring and he found he genuinely liked her. It was Becca who was the one who suggested that perhaps they should include someone else in their encounters. The someone else she was referring to was his wingmate. Oh, she knew who Apollo was. They all did. She knew who his Lieutenant was too. At first he was horrified at the very idea of letting Starbuck know what he'd been up to in his off hours. Then the more he thought about it the more intrigued he became. He found that when he'd go to sleep at night images would come unbidden into his mind. Images of the three of them together. Naked and entwined. And before he drifted off he would always swear he saw stars behind his closed eyelids. Could he dare to even suggest such a thing to his best friend? Maybe. Maybe if he played it right. Becca was more than supportive of his misgivings. Starbuck would never have to know that she was anything but his new flame. Yes, it could work. Perhaps they could all get what they really wanted. ***** Part Three - Endings And Beginnings During patrol the next day, Starbuck began once again quizzing his wingmate about the frequent evenings out that Apollo had slipped away for awhile with what the Lieutenant supposed was a new girlfriend. Apollo figured this was as good an opportunity to bring up Becca as any. "Well... actually... I have sort of been seeing someone," the Captain told his friend. "I knew it! I just knew it! I told you I would get it out of you," Starbuck crowed. "Now spill it. I want details." "It's nothing serious really. We just have a good time together." "How good of a time? Like in 'hot sex' good time?" "Yes. There's definately hot sex involved." "Nothing serious and 'hot sex'? This is you we're talking about, isn't it?" "You may not know me as well as you think." "What's that supposed to mean? I know you better than anybody." Apollo was silent for a few moments, then, "Suppose I told you that the woman I've been seeing has been talking about her and I having a third party join us?" This was greeted by a bark of laughter. "Yeah. Right." "Suppose I told you I was thinking about doing it?" "You're pulling my leg! She wants to bring one of her girlfriends along?" "No. Actually she, I mean we, were thinking of having another man join us." "Now I know you're pulling my leg. You are way too straight-laced for something like that," Starbuck snorted. "Actually, it wouldn't be the first time I've been with a man," Apollo said seriously. "No way!" Starbuck exclaimed, sounding shocked. "When?" Now he sounded a little angry. "Fairly recently as a matter of fact." "Well if you were interested in being with a man why didn't you ask..." The blond broke off abruptly before finishing the sentence. "Ask you?" his friend finished for him. "I'm asking." There was a long silence and Apollo was beginning to think he wasn't going to get an answer. "Yes." It came out in a hoarse whisper. His wingmate's voice was so faint that he wasn't sure if he heard right so he repeated, "Yes?" "Yes. I'd like that." The voice was clearer this time. Apollo let out a heavy sigh of relief. He hadn't realized until that moment how much he was hoping his friend would agree. "Good," he replied as nonchalantly as possible. "So what's this woman's name?" the Lieutenant said with forced casualness. "Becca." "Hmm. Nice name. Is she pretty?" "Very." "So... a... when were you thinking of doing this?" "Soon. I'll get back to you on it after I talk to her." "'Kay." His wingmates voice came out in a croak. ***** The evening in question arrived the following sectonend. The two warriors met in the landing bay to catch the shuttle to the Rising Star. Apollo would have been amused at how nervous his wingmate looked if it weren't for the fact that he was more than a little nervous himself. He wanted this night to be wonderful for Starbuck and he was afraid he would disappoint him. He had to keep reminding himself that he'd had quite a bit of experience with men in recent sectars and that all of them had seemed extremely pleased with his performance. When they reached the Rising Star they went to one of the private suites on the main level that any normal couple would go to for an evening alone. Upon entering they found that Becca was already there reclining on the cushions and drinking a glass of ambrosa. Becca got up and introduced herself warmly as Apollo seemed to have lost his voice. "Why don't you both help yourselves to a glass of ambrosa? We can sit and talk for awhile." Becca tried to put both men at ease. It seemed to work because before long they were all chatting and laughing like old friends. The two bottles of ambrosa they consumed didn't hurt either. Becca had been stroking Starbuck's thigh while they had been talking. When she felt that he was completely relaxed she leaned forwards and kissed him gently on the lips. Encouraged when he leaned into it, she deepened the kiss. Apollo had to admit he was feeling left out so he moved to join them. The three of them came together like their bodies were made for each other. They kissed and stroked each other slowly removing each other's clothing and leisurely exploring each others bodies. Green eyes lit up with an inner fire as he allowed his hands free rein over his friend's body. When he looked up he saw an answering fire in his new lover's blue eyes. He felt Becca move back on the cushions and looked at her questioningly. She was looking at the two of them with undisguised adoration and lust. The men moved as one between her parted thighs. Delving their tongues into her innermost center. Savoring the juice that tasted better than the finest ambrosa. They worshipped her body with their mouths. Eventually taking turns, one moving upwards to plunder her mouth and devour her luscious breasts, the other moving downwards to revel in the delights down there. Only to switch again. They covered every inch of her body with their hands and mouths, leaving no area untouched. She quivered with need, begging for more. Apollo plunged himself into her moist core while Starbuck offered his member gently up to her mouth. She took it in greedily. Sucking and licking until the dark-haired warrior saw his friends butt checks clenching spasmodically and his lover screamed his release. When Becca followed shortly after with a cry of her own and he felt her inner muscles spasming around his throbbing organ it was his undoing. He came so hard that his scream could have probably been heard throughout the fleet. They snuggled close to each other and drifted of to sleep and this time Apollo knew for certain that he saw stars as he closed his eyes. ***** The next morning when he awoke Becca was gone. He smiled at his still sleeping wingmate. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this happy, this fulfilled, this content. He watched his sleeping lover for a long time, a smile playing at his lips. Blue eyes fluttered open and gazed lovingly at him. "Thanks for last night," Apollo whispered. "My pleasure," Starbuck murmured sleepily. "Any time." "You really mean that?" "I really do." Apollo took his friend in arms and they made love for centars. Every time he thought that he their passion couldn't possibly get more intense, it did. ***** That was the end of my brief career as a gigolo but it was the beginning of a whole new life between Starbuck and I. Whatever happened to Becca you ask? We made her the maid of honor at our sealing.