BSG – Spitting Games
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serialkarma for putting up with my yearly snit and to oxoniensis because she's the BIRTHDAY GIRL! (or will be on Sunday)
Battlestar Galactica
Lee/Helo (what, you thought I was gonna give this one up?!)
Pre-series, which just translates to not angsty for a change..
Part of this series, which has no name just yet. Can be read as stand-alone too.
Spitting Games
When Helo fails out of the Academy it will all be Lee Adama's fault. As a matter of fact, the day that Helo is kicked out -- after he gets completely smashed at the Three Oracles with Kara -- he will drag Lee to the nearest transport ship and take him home to Helo's parents in Mount Helios. Upon their arrival, Helo will parade Lee before his mother and her partner and say, "He's why I failed the Academy. You understand, don't you, mom? Just look at him. What else was I supposed to do?"
Considering the way that Lee's swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, that day might come a lot sooner than later.
It's the little things that distract Helo at the wrong times: Kara whispering to him about pyramid games during Sim training; the girl on Helo's right that smells like ambrosia bombers; Lee resolutely ignoring he and Kara, and focusing so intently on Lieutenant Braddock, who Helo knows Lee's not paying attention to at all.
Lee's tongue is just poking out the corner of his mouth, and if Lee were really concentrating then he would be perfectly tense all over.
Lee with his tongue poking out is not a tense Lee.
Helo has spent large amounts of time winding Lee up and then watching the results. He's seen Lee tense enough to snap important body parts and loose enough to be practically folded in half.
Helo has dragged Lee around by his ankles fully-dressed -- which sadly wasn't quite as sexual as it should've been -- so Helo knows how pliant Lee can be when he chooses to be. That little slip of pinkness flittering over Lee's bottom lip is very far from tense. The mere sight alone has parts of Helo tense, but Lee might as well be sprawled in his chair with his legs spread open and his shirts rucked up under his armpits. Lee's body is giving off that same sort of come-and-frak-me chemistry, so Helo's hormones don't really care about the timing. Helo's palms are getting clammy and his uniform didn't feel this small during lunch. Of course, during lunch Lee wasn't trying to give Helo a hard-on by licking his fingers.
Oh, wait. Yes, he was.
It's an on-going thing, Helo can see that now. This is Lee trying to steer Helo down the Styx even quicker than he was already going, well, it won't – yeah, it's totally working. Helo can feel the sweat gathering at the nape of his neck, and the tips of his fingers are itching for Lee's skin.
Yes, images like that are going to get Helo thrown out of the Academy, and he doesn't even realise he's made a noise until both Lee and Kara eye him curiously. He supposes it's a good thing that he doesn't flush easily, or he'd give himself away in a heartbeat. Lee turns back to Braddock eventually, tongue sliding over his top lip thoughtfully, but Kara has this sly look on her face, and Helo tenses up in a not good way.
"Isn't that right, Thrace?" Braddock has an oracle's sense when it comes to Kara, and Helo coughs loudly to cover up his snickering.
"Whatever you say, Lieutenant," Kara answers, toeing the line between attentive and mocking all the way.
"Then you won't mind showing the class in the Sim, will you, Thrace?" Lieutenant Braddock is six feet plus of strung out Picon, and Kara's out of her chair in a heartbeat, feisty grin plastered in place as she makes her way to the front, poking and pushing and smacking the back of Helo's head along the way.
Lee glances over at Helo curiously, and Helo almost chokes on his own tongue. Lee's mouth is shiny and red and distracting as all frak. Helo narrows his eyes in what he hopes in a menacing way, but if Lee's frown is anything to go by, chances are he just looks pained.
It only gets worse when Lee rubs his thumb over his bottom lip again. Whether he's distracted by Helo looking aggrieved, or he's actually paying attention to Kara and Braddock arguing in the simulator, Helo has no idea. But since Helo's going to fail anyway, he thinks now is a great time to slip out and stick his head in something cold.
In the changing rooms, Helo sinks back against his locker, covering his eyes with the tips of his fingers and trying to remember that no matter how hot Lee is, his mother isn't going to look favorably upon his getting kicked out of school.
"You okay?" Helo lowers his hands and gives Lee a look for several long seconds. On some level he guesses that he knew that if he left someplace, Lee would come after him eventually. But guessing isn't knowing, and now, Helo knows for certain.
Lee's hair is poking up at these absurd angles, and his eyes are bright and sharp. He's poking at his lower lip with his tongue, and Helo's just had enough. He grabs Lee by the black stretch of his tank, and Lee stumbles slightly as Helo pulls their bodies flush together.
Helo kisses Lee hard enough to make his own lungs protest, and Lee's mouth goes slack for all of two seconds, and then he's there, hands on the sides of Helo's neck, pulling Helo downward and wiping away all of Helo's sim lessons with the flat of his tongue.
Lee's teeth are sharp, and he nips at Helo's lips quickly, his kisses changing from moment to moment. He leaves Helo flailing until he grabs hold of Lee's backside and thrusts his thigh between Lee's legs.
"You have been poking your tongue out at me all day long," Helo breathes as Lee's thumb rubs his lower lip. "It's distracting."
Lee's pupils dilate as Helo's ruts against the hollow of his hip. "I bit my lip," Lee says, enunciating each word slowly as if he's having trouble remembering how to speak.
Lee grinds himself against Helo's thigh, and Helo growls in the back of his throat when Lee's thumb slips between his lips and Lee presses down on Helo's tongue. Lee emits a gasp/laugh when Helo sucks on his finger. "Or maybe I should say that you bit my lip, unless you don't – oh, frak, do that again."
Helo drags his teeth along Lee's thumb as his brain spits out several images from the previous evening involving Lee, the sofa, the kitchen table, various lubricated products, and Helo almost taking a header over the table.
Helo's hands grip Lee's backside, forcing Lee to ride out Helo's thrusts until Lee's writhing against him desperately. If it weren't for the whole currently missing class business Helo would just, "Oh, frak."
Helo can feel the tremors when Lee comes, and he's a lot quicker off the mark than Helo. One minute Lee's a quivering mass and the next he's almost climbing Helo like a tree, quick hands sliding under Helo's shirts and waistband, rubbing and biting and Lords of Kobol preserve him
Lee's sucking on Helo's neck, his tongue wet and his breath hot. It makes Helo shudder down to his boots, and then Lee's hand is rubbing him through his trousers, and when Helo comes he slams his head against the lockers hard enough to see stars.
"Anybody who's doing something they shouldn't be doing, should probably stop right now!" Helo would know Kara's amused tone anywhere. "And anyone who's doing anybody that they don't want me to see should just keep at it."
Helo's brain isn't faster than Kara's legs, and he and Lee are still disentangling their body parts when Kara strides around the row of Helo's lockers.
"Don't stop on my account," she says, crossing her arms with a smirk. "I just came for the end of the show."
Lee opens his mouth, and Kara just holds up her hand. "First round is on you two, now clean up before everyone knows you just frakked in here."
--end--
Beta byethrosdemon who works for me in perpetuity and can't ever be fired or gotten rid of.
dopplegl has suffered a musical loss, so you should all send him lots of music. My contribution to the cause is this fabulous zip file of Ryan, Jeff & Joe Purdy. And this one of just Ryan and Joe.
Want, take, have!
serialkarma for putting up with my yearly snit and to oxoniensis because she's the BIRTHDAY GIRL! (or will be on Sunday)Battlestar Galactica
Lee/Helo (what, you thought I was gonna give this one up?!)
Pre-series, which just translates to not angsty for a change..
Part of this series, which has no name just yet. Can be read as stand-alone too.
When Helo fails out of the Academy it will all be Lee Adama's fault. As a matter of fact, the day that Helo is kicked out -- after he gets completely smashed at the Three Oracles with Kara -- he will drag Lee to the nearest transport ship and take him home to Helo's parents in Mount Helios. Upon their arrival, Helo will parade Lee before his mother and her partner and say, "He's why I failed the Academy. You understand, don't you, mom? Just look at him. What else was I supposed to do?"
Considering the way that Lee's swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, that day might come a lot sooner than later.
It's the little things that distract Helo at the wrong times: Kara whispering to him about pyramid games during Sim training; the girl on Helo's right that smells like ambrosia bombers; Lee resolutely ignoring he and Kara, and focusing so intently on Lieutenant Braddock, who Helo knows Lee's not paying attention to at all.
Lee's tongue is just poking out the corner of his mouth, and if Lee were really concentrating then he would be perfectly tense all over.
Lee with his tongue poking out is not a tense Lee.
Helo has spent large amounts of time winding Lee up and then watching the results. He's seen Lee tense enough to snap important body parts and loose enough to be practically folded in half.
Helo has dragged Lee around by his ankles fully-dressed -- which sadly wasn't quite as sexual as it should've been -- so Helo knows how pliant Lee can be when he chooses to be. That little slip of pinkness flittering over Lee's bottom lip is very far from tense. The mere sight alone has parts of Helo tense, but Lee might as well be sprawled in his chair with his legs spread open and his shirts rucked up under his armpits. Lee's body is giving off that same sort of come-and-frak-me chemistry, so Helo's hormones don't really care about the timing. Helo's palms are getting clammy and his uniform didn't feel this small during lunch. Of course, during lunch Lee wasn't trying to give Helo a hard-on by licking his fingers.
Oh, wait. Yes, he was.
It's an on-going thing, Helo can see that now. This is Lee trying to steer Helo down the Styx even quicker than he was already going, well, it won't – yeah, it's totally working. Helo can feel the sweat gathering at the nape of his neck, and the tips of his fingers are itching for Lee's skin.
Yes, images like that are going to get Helo thrown out of the Academy, and he doesn't even realise he's made a noise until both Lee and Kara eye him curiously. He supposes it's a good thing that he doesn't flush easily, or he'd give himself away in a heartbeat. Lee turns back to Braddock eventually, tongue sliding over his top lip thoughtfully, but Kara has this sly look on her face, and Helo tenses up in a not good way.
"Isn't that right, Thrace?" Braddock has an oracle's sense when it comes to Kara, and Helo coughs loudly to cover up his snickering.
"Whatever you say, Lieutenant," Kara answers, toeing the line between attentive and mocking all the way.
"Then you won't mind showing the class in the Sim, will you, Thrace?" Lieutenant Braddock is six feet plus of strung out Picon, and Kara's out of her chair in a heartbeat, feisty grin plastered in place as she makes her way to the front, poking and pushing and smacking the back of Helo's head along the way.
Lee glances over at Helo curiously, and Helo almost chokes on his own tongue. Lee's mouth is shiny and red and distracting as all frak. Helo narrows his eyes in what he hopes in a menacing way, but if Lee's frown is anything to go by, chances are he just looks pained.
It only gets worse when Lee rubs his thumb over his bottom lip again. Whether he's distracted by Helo looking aggrieved, or he's actually paying attention to Kara and Braddock arguing in the simulator, Helo has no idea. But since Helo's going to fail anyway, he thinks now is a great time to slip out and stick his head in something cold.
In the changing rooms, Helo sinks back against his locker, covering his eyes with the tips of his fingers and trying to remember that no matter how hot Lee is, his mother isn't going to look favorably upon his getting kicked out of school.
"You okay?" Helo lowers his hands and gives Lee a look for several long seconds. On some level he guesses that he knew that if he left someplace, Lee would come after him eventually. But guessing isn't knowing, and now, Helo knows for certain.
Lee's hair is poking up at these absurd angles, and his eyes are bright and sharp. He's poking at his lower lip with his tongue, and Helo's just had enough. He grabs Lee by the black stretch of his tank, and Lee stumbles slightly as Helo pulls their bodies flush together.
Helo kisses Lee hard enough to make his own lungs protest, and Lee's mouth goes slack for all of two seconds, and then he's there, hands on the sides of Helo's neck, pulling Helo downward and wiping away all of Helo's sim lessons with the flat of his tongue.
Lee's teeth are sharp, and he nips at Helo's lips quickly, his kisses changing from moment to moment. He leaves Helo flailing until he grabs hold of Lee's backside and thrusts his thigh between Lee's legs.
"You have been poking your tongue out at me all day long," Helo breathes as Lee's thumb rubs his lower lip. "It's distracting."
Lee's pupils dilate as Helo's ruts against the hollow of his hip. "I bit my lip," Lee says, enunciating each word slowly as if he's having trouble remembering how to speak.
Lee grinds himself against Helo's thigh, and Helo growls in the back of his throat when Lee's thumb slips between his lips and Lee presses down on Helo's tongue. Lee emits a gasp/laugh when Helo sucks on his finger. "Or maybe I should say that you bit my lip, unless you don't – oh, frak, do that again."
Helo drags his teeth along Lee's thumb as his brain spits out several images from the previous evening involving Lee, the sofa, the kitchen table, various lubricated products, and Helo almost taking a header over the table.
Helo's hands grip Lee's backside, forcing Lee to ride out Helo's thrusts until Lee's writhing against him desperately. If it weren't for the whole currently missing class business Helo would just, "Oh, frak."
Helo can feel the tremors when Lee comes, and he's a lot quicker off the mark than Helo. One minute Lee's a quivering mass and the next he's almost climbing Helo like a tree, quick hands sliding under Helo's shirts and waistband, rubbing and biting and Lords of Kobol preserve him
Lee's sucking on Helo's neck, his tongue wet and his breath hot. It makes Helo shudder down to his boots, and then Lee's hand is rubbing him through his trousers, and when Helo comes he slams his head against the lockers hard enough to see stars.
"Anybody who's doing something they shouldn't be doing, should probably stop right now!" Helo would know Kara's amused tone anywhere. "And anyone who's doing anybody that they don't want me to see should just keep at it."
Helo's brain isn't faster than Kara's legs, and he and Lee are still disentangling their body parts when Kara strides around the row of Helo's lockers.
"Don't stop on my account," she says, crossing her arms with a smirk. "I just came for the end of the show."
Lee opens his mouth, and Kara just holds up her hand. "First round is on you two, now clean up before everyone knows you just frakked in here."
--end--
Beta by
ethrosdemon who works for me in perpetuity and can't ever be fired or gotten rid of.dopplegl has suffered a musical loss, so you should all send him lots of music. My contribution to the cause is this fabulous zip file of Ryan, Jeff & Joe Purdy. And this one of just Ryan and Joe. Want, take, have!
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Date: 2006-01-24 07:25 pm (UTC)I just adore the way you express things, like this:
and then he's there, hands on the sides of Helo's neck, pulling Helo downward and wiping away all of Helo's sim lessons with the flat of his tongue.
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Date: 2006-01-24 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-25 10:09 pm (UTC)"How about I show you now?"
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Date: 2006-01-24 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-01-24 07:34 pm (UTC)Helo drags his teeth along Lee's thumb as his brain spits out several images from the previous evening involving Lee, the sofa, the kitchen table, various lubricated products, and Helo almost taking a header over the table.
Oh, see, it's moments like this I love, that perfectly capture the amusingly ridiculous parts of sex, as well as the simultaneous hotness of it.
*love*
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Date: 2006-01-24 10:14 pm (UTC)And full marks to Kara for wanting to see the show!
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Date: 2006-01-25 02:54 am (UTC)This DEMANDS a story.
You just can't say something like that and NOT explain it.
It just doesn't work that way.
I know it wasn't intended to be sexual, but that one innocuous line sent me to a filthy place. Caveman!Helo sounds hot
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Date: 2006-01-25 02:39 pm (UTC)Saw the episode with the crazy secret Australian cylon journalist last night. And my friend Jacob was like, "Yeah, and that's like the *worst* episode*."
Moving on. That was so ridiculously hot. God. I really really hope there is more soon.
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Date: 2006-04-26 08:37 am (UTC)Like this series. HOMG!
Lee/Helo might just be surpassing my love for Helo/Tyrol. There certainly seems to be more of it. Now, I just ned to keep digging for more...
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Date: 2007-01-21 03:35 pm (UTC)It's all about the detours and stolen time, breaking the rules just enough to find a little joy or a lot of sex. Gorgeous.