Apollo was walking through the corridors beside Boomer, his best friend, when an unfamiliar face caught his eye. His head whipped around and he strained to see over the heads in the crowded corridor, rewarded by a quick glimpse of a tall, handsome blonde. Then the man disappeared into the crowd, and Apollo returned his attention to his friend.

"See something you like?" Boomer was grinning at him.

"Hoo boy, did I ever!" Apollo grinned back. "What I wouldn't give to meet up with that new arrival..."

"Well, you might just get your chance," his friend replied. "I hear there's been a new Lieutenant assigned to Blue."

"Boomer..." Apollo shook his head, with a rueful smile. "How do you always manage to find out about these things, even before I do? I'm supposed to be the squadron leader..."

"Now, now, Captain, that would be telling!" Boomer waggled a finger at him. Apollo swatted him on the arm, then put on the appropriately serious face for dealing with the day's briefing.

Boomer's prediction turned out to be true. Flight Lieutenant Starbuck reported for duty at the beginning of the shift. Apollo quietly thanked all the gods responsible for troop assignment that he'd been the lucky one, to get this spectacularly gorgeous specimen assigned to his flight. He tried to hide his appreciation of the stunning good looks of the blond behind appropriate military demeanor, but couldn't help but notice the way Starbuck's eyes ran over him as well. And that look... the I want to ravage your body after duty look was plain and clear. Apollo answered it with a look of his own, a most definitely look and a quick smile, timed so no one else could catch it. Oh yes, things were looking up for this evening...

When the shift ended, he stopped by his quarters long enough to have a quick turbowash and change out of his uniform. Then he headed for the OC, whistling cheerfully. Lieutenant Starbuck was already there, seated at the bar and laughing at something the bartender had said. Apollo slipped onto the empty stool beside the man.

"This seat taken?" He smiled, openly appreciative of the man's blond good looks now that he was off duty.

"It is now, Captain," Starbuck replied, with a slow smile.

"Not Captain- the name's Apollo." His smile widened.

"Hello, Apollo, I'm Starbuck. And you know what?" His hand covered Apollo's where it rested on the bar.

"What's that?" Apollo leaned closer, already in danger of losing himself in those vivid blue eyes.

"You are one hot sex god." The hand traced up Apollo's arm, leaving a fiery path of desire behind it.

Apollo chuckled. Nothing like the direct approach. "You're pretty hot yourself. Wanna fuck?"

"Oh, I like that, Apollo," Starbuck smiled. "Skip all the preliminary felgercarb and get right to the good stuff. Okay, then—your place or mine?"

"Mine. They give Captains bigger quarters; more room for creativity." He rose, followed closely by the Lieutenant as they wound a path through the crowded room. Apollo caught Boomer's eye on the way out, and answered his friend's knowing look with a saucy grin and a wink.

Once in the privacy of his own quarters, Apollo ordered the lights on dim, and then pulled Starbuck into his arms for a searingly passionate kiss.

"Hmm... nice," Starbuck murmured, then licked a wet trail along Apollo's chin to his ear. Apollo shivered at the delicate nibbling on his earlobe, then worked his hands under the other man's tunic. His skin was soft, sliding smoothly over firm muscles, and Apollo suddenly had to have more. He kissed Starbuck deeply while his hands tore at the man's clothing, then broke away with a laugh when he found Starbuck's hands already engaged in the same activity. When the shirt came off Apollo spent a moment admiring the beauty of the muscular chest before he attacked, with lips, tongue, and teeth.

Starbuck groaned, a sound filled with need. "Apollo, get your clothes off, man. I want to suck you."

"Always eager to oblige," Apollo muttered, without removing his mouth from the hardened nipple between his lips. He kept his mouth busy, licking and nibbling all over that glorious chest, while he wiggled out of his clothes. Starbuck peeled out of his remaining garments as well, then spotted the couch and swept the Captain off his feet, an action which provoked much laughter and mock-struggling. Starbuck deposited Apollo on the couch and straddled him, stroking all over his chest. Apollo grinned wickedly and ran his hands up Starbuck's inner thighs, almost—but not quite—touching the throbbing hard cock. Starbuck groaned.

"Now you're mine, I've got you right where I want you—" and Starbuck swooped down with the sudden fiercness of a striking raptoron, to nibble the joining of neck and shoulder. He worked his way down Apollo's chest, nipping lightly and licking wet trails, tracing the lines of muscle and bone. Apollo moaned as that hot tongue teased his nipples, coming close... so close... then sliding away, only to make a sneak attack and flick the very tip of the erect nub. Then Starbuck was done torturing him and got down to serious business. He moved down so he was on the floor, facing Apollo's crotch, and began licking Apollo's dick with a tender passion that had Apollo moaning loudly in microns. It felt as though every nerve in his body was concentrated right there, and Starbuck's tongue was stimulating every one of them to the point where pleasure was pure agony.

"Starbuck! Starbuck!" His head thrashed about, while his hips thrust uncontrollably. Then Starbuck's hand wrapped around the base of his dick and started stroking, pulling the skin tight as his mouth slid up and down, faster and faster—"I can't—"

Then the mouth stopped torturing him and the hand froze, keeping the skin stretched tight, while a stray finger teased at Apollo's balls. "Oh no you don't," Starbuck said, lips pressed along the straining shaft. "You're not going to come just yet."

Apollo breathed in great, shuddering gasps, while that tongue stroked slowly along the entire length, from balls to the very tip of the weeping head. Then Starbuck sat up, pulled away, and Apollo cried out in wordless loss. Starbuck turned to face him and spread his arms wide.

"Well? You just gonna lay there and whimper?" He grinned, clearly enjoying the sight of the Captain reduced to a mindless lump of hormones.

Apollo took in the sight of that magnificent body and his breath caught. With a wordless growl, he launched himself from the couch, bearing Starbuck down onto the floor. "You want to torture me like that, huh? Well, see what it gets you..."

He took the time to have a good long lick all over Starbuck's cock, then fumbled around in his discarded pants until he found the tube of lube he'd slipped into his pocket earlier that evening. He flipped the Lieutenant over, chuckling when Starbuck raised his hips and wiggled his ass invitingly. Apollo squirted some of the lube into his hand, then rubbed it all over that inviting ass. Starbuck pressed back against his hand eagerly, making little grunting sounds of pleasure when Apollo slid his fingers in.

"You like that, don't you," Apollo panted. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his dick. "And how do you like this, hmm?" He leaned forward and bit Starbuck's shoulder, not quite hard enough to leave a mark. Starbuck moaned and pushed back harder, encouraging Apollo to thrust all the way in. Rational thought was lost quickly in the primal rhythm of thrust and counterthrust, complemented by the stroke of Apollo's hand on Starbuck's dick... Starbuck came first, with a cry of release. The hot, wet spurting on his hand sent Apollo over the edge into howling bliss.

The two men collapsed together on the floor. Apollo pulled out, slowly and reluctantly, and kissed the back of Starbuck's neck. Starbuck wriggled free of his weight and turned to face him.

"Nice to meet you, Captain," he said, raising a hand to toy with Apollo's sweaty hair. He smiled. "I can see it's going to be a real pleasure working with you."

"Yes," Apollo agreed, feeling a silly grin spread across his face. "A pleasure, indeed."

They kissed. No rough passion this time, just a soft tenderness, then Apollo rolled onto his back and drifted into a pleasant, exhausted sleep.