REPOST - BSG
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lazlet, The Vinyl Guru!
b)phaballa is looking for some good souls to point her in the direction of BSG season one downloads, so if you can help, drop her a line in her LJ or send her an e-mail or summat
c) My girl wrote some seriously rocking WBRPS, although I can't imagine anybody on my flist who wouldn't be reading her journal for this shit, cos you know I don't write it.
Battlestar Galactica
Helo/Lee (Lee/Kara, Helo/Sharon) NC-17
Spoilers up 2.12 (Resurrection Ship pt. 2)
1. To Be Young (is to be)
2. We Drink on the Job
If I Tried (I Could Stay Away Forever)
Helo used to have this sexual fixation on Lee's flight uniform. There was something about the silver collar that they used to fix the helmet to the jumpsuit that always made Helo horny. It wasn't the sort of thing that Lee minded, not with the way Helo's hands would curl over the collar, the tips of his fingers brushing against Lee's naked throat, stroking curiously.
The innocence of the action always felt dirty and decadent, as though it were more sexual than Helo's lips against the shell of Lee's ear or Helo kissing Lee desperately, reckless enough to leave stubble burn all along Lee's jaw.
Lee could never quite understand the fixation; he used to joke that Helo wanted to put the collar on him and parade him through the mess hell, naked, with bruises and scratches all over him.
Helo never actually denied this, but somewhere in Lee's brain the concept involved Lee putting a collar on Helo and frakking Helo on a table in front of half their class.
In Lee's dreams the mess never had a roof, and it was always raining. Helo was splayed out on the table, legs spread and hand curled around his own cock, while Lee unzipped his jumpsuit and pushed it halfway down his thighs. Lee never took his uniform off completely. Helo, though, was always naked, always exposed to Lee, and the elements, and everyone in their class watching.
Helo would look at Lee with those huge blue eyes and that perfect mouth, reciting Zarek while Lee frakked him into the table. Lee's hands would hold onto Helo's thighs, stroking and petting while Kara sat by Helo's head, smoking a cigar and offering Lee tips.
The idea that someone of Helo's size could be dominated by Lee tended to make Lee's palms sweat and his heart race. He used to wake Helo up in the middle of the night because he was horny, or he'd had a dream where they'd frakked somewhere completely inappropriate and he wanted to try it out.
Frakking against the side of the pyramid changing rooms was a big no-no -- too many splinters -– but Helo's willingness to just let Lee do whatever he wanted, and have whatever he wanted, well, Lee didn't quite see that for what it was. He'd thought it was just hormones and sex and desire. He'd thought it was just a physical need, and it was, for a while. Until the craving became stronger and more urgent.
Kara and Zak used to laugh at the way Lee would watch Helo like a hawk. Kara would shake her head at him and steal his carrots. "Relax, Adama," she would mock, "he's not going to run off with someone else between sims."
It occurs to Lee, now, that Helo probably would've let him parade him through the mess hall. Helo's never been afraid of being hurt the way Lee has. Helo probably could've just laughed it off; he could've made everyone else laugh it off too, because who was going to fuck with Karl Agathon, or worse, Kara Thrace?
Kara and Helo always looked out for each other. They always looked out for Lee and Zak, too, and it's only now that Lee realizes how frakked he is without them. Lee still has Kara, and Kara still has Helo, but Lee doesn't want Helo now that that thing has had him. If he tells himself this enough, he might start to believe it. Except that Helo's in the brig, and Kara's the Pegasus CAG, and Lee's nowhere. It's like adding 2 + 2 and getting 5. It's just not right. Zak should be there, and that thing should be dead, and Helo shouldn't be with anyone but Lee.
Five months ago Lee could've hunted Helo down in the officer's mess, lured him away with inanely innocent talk about Raptors, supplies and other crap, dragged him to nearest locked room and fucked himself on Helo's cock until his brain shut up about Zak, and his father, and Kara, and everything else he'd lost.
Five weeks ago Lee lost Helo to the Cylon invasion.
Five days ago that thing was in the Galactica brig, and Helo was still on Galactica.
Even if Lee wouldn't talk to him, or be near him, at least Helo was fucking safe. At least when Lee brushed past Helo in the halls, Lee could pretend that he couldn't feel Helo's eyes on him, or that Helo hadn't deliberately cut him off just to bump into him.
It was a lot easier to be the martyr when Lee knew that Helo was alive and safe. This state of being now, with the Chief and Helo stuck on the Pegasus for defending that frakking thing isn't living. This is much, much worse.
At least when Lee thought Helo was dead he didn’t have to keep wondering "what if" over and over a-frakking-gain in his head. What if Helo had killed that thing instead of getting it pregnant? What if Kara hadn't found Helo? What if that thing hadn't helped them get off Caprica? What if they'd all died on Caprica, and Lee really was alone instead of alive and isolated? What if Lee's Helo was dead and this was just some Cylon copy?
For a moment, Lee almost hoped that the last one was true, but it wasn't. He knew it wasn't, just as he knew that this trip to the aft cargo hold was a bad idea. The air was dry and musty; it smelled of aging paper and oil from discarded Viper parts.
The cargo hold smelled as though no one had been inside for an age, even though that wasn't true. Lee knew it wasn't true because he'd just been in the same hold with Helo twelve days ago.
Helo had cornered him on the third deck and refused to let him go, and Lee had just -- he was tired. Helo had tried to explain about everything, about that thing, but there was nothing to be said.
Helo had touched Lee as though he still had that right. He'd breathed on Lee and let his fingers drag over the collar of Lee's jumpsuit.
Helo had crowded Lee against the wall, his fingers curling over Lee's flight collar, and he'd stroked Lee's exposed neck; Lee couldn't have that. So he'd shoved Helo away and left, like Helo had left him -- except now Lee was back, locked away, jumpsuit unzipped and silver collar on, fingers up his own ass, and feeling anything but alive.
Lee frakking himself was crass and rude, and it shouldn't have ached the way it did because of the lube, but it did. Everything Lee did hurt. Every stroke of his cock, every twist of his fingers. Every time he hit his head against the wall of the cargo hold and remembered how it felt when Helo did this to him, when Helo was inside him, just made something else crack inside Lee's chest.
Lee was trying to move on, Lords of Kobol knew he was trying, because there had to be life after losing everything, but Lee couldn't find it. The spot, the spark, the reason to go on just wasn't there. Zak, Kara, Helo, Laura, his father, they'd left him with nothing but a void.
It was disappointing and distressing, and if Lee couldn't jerk off to completion, what the hell was he doing sitting around with his dick out? What was he doing with his life at all? What kind of life was it where you couldn't find any pleasure in anything, because everything you'd loved was gone?
Eventually, Lee's hands fell away from his traitorous body, and he pulled himself together as much as he possibly could. There had to be something else he could try. This was no way to live a life, something else was going to have to give.
-end-
Title taken from the Snow Patrol song.
lazlet, The Vinyl Guru!b)
phaballa is looking for some good souls to point her in the direction of BSG season one downloads, so if you can help, drop her a line in her LJ or send her an e-mail or summatc) My girl wrote some seriously rocking WBRPS, although I can't imagine anybody on my flist who wouldn't be reading her journal for this shit, cos you know I don't write it.
Battlestar Galactica
Helo/Lee (Lee/Kara, Helo/Sharon) NC-17
Spoilers up 2.12 (Resurrection Ship pt. 2)
1. To Be Young (is to be)
2. We Drink on the Job
Helo used to have this sexual fixation on Lee's flight uniform. There was something about the silver collar that they used to fix the helmet to the jumpsuit that always made Helo horny. It wasn't the sort of thing that Lee minded, not with the way Helo's hands would curl over the collar, the tips of his fingers brushing against Lee's naked throat, stroking curiously.
The innocence of the action always felt dirty and decadent, as though it were more sexual than Helo's lips against the shell of Lee's ear or Helo kissing Lee desperately, reckless enough to leave stubble burn all along Lee's jaw.
Lee could never quite understand the fixation; he used to joke that Helo wanted to put the collar on him and parade him through the mess hell, naked, with bruises and scratches all over him.
Helo never actually denied this, but somewhere in Lee's brain the concept involved Lee putting a collar on Helo and frakking Helo on a table in front of half their class.
In Lee's dreams the mess never had a roof, and it was always raining. Helo was splayed out on the table, legs spread and hand curled around his own cock, while Lee unzipped his jumpsuit and pushed it halfway down his thighs. Lee never took his uniform off completely. Helo, though, was always naked, always exposed to Lee, and the elements, and everyone in their class watching.
Helo would look at Lee with those huge blue eyes and that perfect mouth, reciting Zarek while Lee frakked him into the table. Lee's hands would hold onto Helo's thighs, stroking and petting while Kara sat by Helo's head, smoking a cigar and offering Lee tips.
The idea that someone of Helo's size could be dominated by Lee tended to make Lee's palms sweat and his heart race. He used to wake Helo up in the middle of the night because he was horny, or he'd had a dream where they'd frakked somewhere completely inappropriate and he wanted to try it out.
Frakking against the side of the pyramid changing rooms was a big no-no -- too many splinters -– but Helo's willingness to just let Lee do whatever he wanted, and have whatever he wanted, well, Lee didn't quite see that for what it was. He'd thought it was just hormones and sex and desire. He'd thought it was just a physical need, and it was, for a while. Until the craving became stronger and more urgent.
Kara and Zak used to laugh at the way Lee would watch Helo like a hawk. Kara would shake her head at him and steal his carrots. "Relax, Adama," she would mock, "he's not going to run off with someone else between sims."
It occurs to Lee, now, that Helo probably would've let him parade him through the mess hall. Helo's never been afraid of being hurt the way Lee has. Helo probably could've just laughed it off; he could've made everyone else laugh it off too, because who was going to fuck with Karl Agathon, or worse, Kara Thrace?
Kara and Helo always looked out for each other. They always looked out for Lee and Zak, too, and it's only now that Lee realizes how frakked he is without them. Lee still has Kara, and Kara still has Helo, but Lee doesn't want Helo now that that thing has had him. If he tells himself this enough, he might start to believe it. Except that Helo's in the brig, and Kara's the Pegasus CAG, and Lee's nowhere. It's like adding 2 + 2 and getting 5. It's just not right. Zak should be there, and that thing should be dead, and Helo shouldn't be with anyone but Lee.
Five months ago Lee could've hunted Helo down in the officer's mess, lured him away with inanely innocent talk about Raptors, supplies and other crap, dragged him to nearest locked room and fucked himself on Helo's cock until his brain shut up about Zak, and his father, and Kara, and everything else he'd lost.
Five weeks ago Lee lost Helo to the Cylon invasion.
Five days ago that thing was in the Galactica brig, and Helo was still on Galactica.
Even if Lee wouldn't talk to him, or be near him, at least Helo was fucking safe. At least when Lee brushed past Helo in the halls, Lee could pretend that he couldn't feel Helo's eyes on him, or that Helo hadn't deliberately cut him off just to bump into him.
It was a lot easier to be the martyr when Lee knew that Helo was alive and safe. This state of being now, with the Chief and Helo stuck on the Pegasus for defending that frakking thing isn't living. This is much, much worse.
At least when Lee thought Helo was dead he didn’t have to keep wondering "what if" over and over a-frakking-gain in his head. What if Helo had killed that thing instead of getting it pregnant? What if Kara hadn't found Helo? What if that thing hadn't helped them get off Caprica? What if they'd all died on Caprica, and Lee really was alone instead of alive and isolated? What if Lee's Helo was dead and this was just some Cylon copy?
For a moment, Lee almost hoped that the last one was true, but it wasn't. He knew it wasn't, just as he knew that this trip to the aft cargo hold was a bad idea. The air was dry and musty; it smelled of aging paper and oil from discarded Viper parts.
The cargo hold smelled as though no one had been inside for an age, even though that wasn't true. Lee knew it wasn't true because he'd just been in the same hold with Helo twelve days ago.
Helo had cornered him on the third deck and refused to let him go, and Lee had just -- he was tired. Helo had tried to explain about everything, about that thing, but there was nothing to be said.
Helo had touched Lee as though he still had that right. He'd breathed on Lee and let his fingers drag over the collar of Lee's jumpsuit.
Helo had crowded Lee against the wall, his fingers curling over Lee's flight collar, and he'd stroked Lee's exposed neck; Lee couldn't have that. So he'd shoved Helo away and left, like Helo had left him -- except now Lee was back, locked away, jumpsuit unzipped and silver collar on, fingers up his own ass, and feeling anything but alive.
Lee frakking himself was crass and rude, and it shouldn't have ached the way it did because of the lube, but it did. Everything Lee did hurt. Every stroke of his cock, every twist of his fingers. Every time he hit his head against the wall of the cargo hold and remembered how it felt when Helo did this to him, when Helo was inside him, just made something else crack inside Lee's chest.
Lee was trying to move on, Lords of Kobol knew he was trying, because there had to be life after losing everything, but Lee couldn't find it. The spot, the spark, the reason to go on just wasn't there. Zak, Kara, Helo, Laura, his father, they'd left him with nothing but a void.
It was disappointing and distressing, and if Lee couldn't jerk off to completion, what the hell was he doing sitting around with his dick out? What was he doing with his life at all? What kind of life was it where you couldn't find any pleasure in anything, because everything you'd loved was gone?
Eventually, Lee's hands fell away from his traitorous body, and he pulled himself together as much as he possibly could. There had to be something else he could try. This was no way to live a life, something else was going to have to give.
-end-
Title taken from the Snow Patrol song.
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Date: 2006-01-20 02:35 am (UTC)The innocence of the action always felt dirty and decadent, as though it were more sexual that Helo's lips against the shell of Lee's ear or Helo kissing Lee desperately, hard enough to leave stubble burn all along Lee's jaw.
ohhhh. The imagery here is just beautiful and vivid and wow, so hot, sweetie. damn.
In Lee's dreams the mess never had a roof, and it was always raining. Helo was splayed out on the table, legs spread and hand curled around his own cock, while Lee unzipped his jumpsuit and pushed it halfway down his thighs. Lee never took his uniform off completely. Helo though, was always naked, always exposed to Lee, and the elements, and everyone in their class watching.
meep! omg HOT.
Helo would look at Lee with those huge blue eyes and that perfect mouth, reciting Zarek while Lee frakked him into the table. Lee's hands would hold onto Helo's thighs, stroking and petting while Kara sat by Helo's head, smoking a cigar and offering Lee tips.
HAH! omg, this is so perfect and funny and just...am I going to end up quoting back your entire fic at you? you are on a ROLL, sweetie.
The air was dry and musty; it smelled of aging paper and oil from discarded Viper parts.
oooh, very very nice.
Helo had crowded Lee against the wall, his fingers curling over Lee's flight collar, and he'd touched Lee's exposed neck; Lee couldn't have that. So he'd shoved Helo away and left, like Helo had left him -- except now he was back, locked away, jumpsuit unzipped and silver collar on, fingers up his own ass, and feeling anything but alive.
YES. The collar and the fingers and just...YES.
Lee frakking himself was crass and rude, and it shouldn't have ached the way it did because of the lube, but it did. Everything Lee did hurt. Every stroke of his cock, every twist of his fingers. Every time he hit his head against the wall of the cargo hold and remembered how it felt when Helo did this to him, when Helo was inside him, just made something else crack inside Lee's chest.
seriously, your imagery is just...stellar, pardon the pun. It's so good, I am just wowed here.
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Date: 2006-01-21 01:21 am (UTC)There's just something about them that I can't stay away from. I'd love to write something *hopeful*, because there's so much despair, but -- if I keep this as subtext and they do something with the Lee/Dee, man would *that* explain a lot. Plus, I got collar pron! :D I love the collar.
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Date: 2006-01-20 04:28 am (UTC)myLee's Helo! *grr* ;)no subject
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Date: 2006-01-25 03:45 am (UTC)exactly. Now, let's see him *find* the bigger picture.:D
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Date: 2006-01-20 05:58 am (UTC)Second, that was lovely. I think this piece really highlights why it is we can watch shows that, on the surface, have absolutely nothing to do with our real lives, but we relate anyway because they're about emotions and longing and like... that need for connection, maybe? Anyway. Very good. I hope there will be more.
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Date: 2006-01-20 06:07 am (UTC)And hot damn, the image of Helo grabbing Lee's collar, and the very idea of Lee dominating *Helo*... YES PLEASE I'LL HAVE SOME OF THAT!
Thank you so much for continuing this. It's brilliant.
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Date: 2006-01-23 07:16 pm (UTC)I know. I love being gratuitious. It just starts the day off right, you know?
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Date: 2006-01-20 03:04 pm (UTC)The collar? Hot. Very hot image. Lee frakking himself and then giving up? So good.
It occurs to Lee, now, that Helo probably would've let him parade him through the mess hall. Helo's never been afraid of being hurt the way Lee has.
I love these two lines. They just grabbed me and summed it all up in my head for me. Beautiful.
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Date: 2006-01-20 05:20 pm (UTC)You *really* went here? *eyes you* You're cute.
In Lee's dreams the mess never had a roof, and it was always raining.
Great echo of the Helo/Sharon on Caprica.
Do you remember when you didn't write porn and would be all "I don't write PORN!"? *laughing*
Helo's never been afraid of being hurt the way Lee has.
Understatement of the century.
It's just not right. Zak should be there, and that thing should be dead, and Helo shouldn't be with anyone but Lee.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda. Ah, yeah, life sucks, dude.
What if Lee's Helo was dead and this was just some Cylon copy?
That's the real rub, right? I would be SO PARANOID. I'd be all "Z, are you a cylon? DO NOT LIE TO ME! Prove you're not a cylon! I don't know *how*, just do it!". *paranoids*
The spot, the spark, the reason to go on just wasn't there. Zak, Kara, Helo, Laura, his father, they'd left him with nothing but a void.
*sigh* *rips shirt* I feel bad for him, ok? You're trying to kill us.
Lee, it's probably going to get a whole helluva lot worse.
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Date: 2006-01-23 07:20 pm (UTC)You *really* went here? *eyes you* You're cute.
I *had* to go there. You know I had to. Speaking of people being indulgent. I see that the entire world lapped up your WBRPS. *shakes head* Oh, George.
Do you remember when you didn't write porn and would be all "I don't write PORN!"? *laughing*
I don't know what you're talking about. *grumbles*
That's the real rub, right? I would be SO PARANOID. I'd be all "Z, are you a cylon? DO NOT LIE TO ME! Prove you're not a cylon! I don't know *how*, just do it!". *paranoids*
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Date: 2006-01-20 08:02 pm (UTC)If this is the road to hell? Make some room for me in that handbasket.
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Date: 2006-01-21 04:57 pm (UTC)It was disappointing and distressing, and if Lee couldn't jerk off to completion, what the hell was he doing sitting around with his dick out? What was he doing with his life at all? What kind of life was it where you couldn't find any pleasure in anything, because everything you'd loved was gone?
Perfect.
This was fabulous. *adds to memories to re-read at her leisure*
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Date: 2006-01-22 03:22 am (UTC)(This icon is entirely inappropriate but it's the only Lee-or-Helo icon I have!)
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Date: 2006-01-23 05:39 pm (UTC)*takes a Very Long Moment*
Beautiful, chest-aching, gorgeous, and I want to curl up around the whole fic. This series is wonderful beyond the telling.
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