Practice Makes Perfect
by rita (mommacita1@juno.com)

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Summary:  Response to the 5P Challenge. Giles and Jolly look for some privacy 
to "practice" and get a little help from a friend.

Archive:  Yes, just let me know where.

The challenge:
Person - Giles and Jolly (for a change!)
Place - The third storeroom along on the starboard side of the Beta deck, the one 
where they keep the used evac suits, helmets and heavy boots 
Prop - an ironing board
Piece of clothing - a liripipe. (medieval hat with a long scarf like attachment that 
comes down over one shoulder. Very fetching piece of millinery)
Position - upside down in zero gravity

***

"In here."

"In *here*?  Jolly, this is  the evac suit repair room."

"I know."

"Suppose somebody comes in?"

"Looking for what?  A torn evac suit?  Not bloody likely."

"I guess.  It's awful dark in here."

"I'll get the lights.  Ow!  What the frak?!"

"What is it, Jolly?"

"Get the frakking' lights!  I bumped into something har..." Jolly blinked in the 
sudden bright light.  "An ironing board?  What the frak's an ironing board doing 
hanging up here? Whoa!"

"What is it now?" Giles sounded less and less enthusiastic.

"Uh, there's an evac suit hanging off the legs of the ironing board. "

"Yeah. So?" Giles was impatient;  they hadn't come here to explore the contents 
of the room. "Maybe one of the repair crew was trying to fix the suit and used the 
legs to spread it out".

"I guess.  Sure seems odd."  Jolly sounded dubious.

"Look, this whole thing was your idea, remember?  If you're having second 
thoughts, let's just lea-" The lights went out and so did the gravity, interrupting 
whatever Giles was going to say.  "Jolly?"

"Yeah?"

"What do we do now?"

Jolly chuckled.  "What do we *usually* do in the dark?"

"With no gravity?"

"Grab a pair of boots and turn them on.  They'll anchor you."

"Oh, yeah.  Okay."  Four metallic clangs sounded.  "What was that?"

"Our boots, stupid."

"I *know* that!  But that only accounts for two of the clangs."

"Sagan!  The others were probably the boots on the evac suit over here on the 
ironing board. They go on automatically when they're attached to a suit, 
remember?"

"Oh.  Right. Where are you?"

"Over here by the ironing board."  Jolly's patience was wearing thin. "Follow my 
voice.  La la la, deedee dum la dee dah." Jolly's singing was punctuated by the 
clanks of magnetized boots walking toward him.

"Okay, is that you?"

"No, it's the ironing board singing!  Of course it's me."

"Okay, now what?"

"Do I have to think of everything?"

"Well, you are the senior officer."

"Yeah, right.  Okay.  I've got you.  Get out of the boots and get undressed.  Then 
get back into the boots and hold onto me while I get undressed."

With some difficulty, the two warriors managed to get undressed, hanging their 
clothes on the front of the ironing board.  Then, shuffling carefully, they moved 
towards each other until their boots were touching. Tentatively at first, they began 
caressing each other, learning each other's body in this new, awkward way.  They 
were tracing their faces when the emergency lights flickered on.

Jolly surveyed the situation.  They were on the "ceiling" of the room, and there 
was no way they were going to get much further than they were while they were 
in the boots.  He looked around, his eyes lighting on the ironing board, hanging 
next to them by the boots attached to the evac suit.  "I got an idea."

Giles groaned.  "This whole thing was your idea," he pointed out.

"Yeah, but how was I supposed to know the gravity would go out?"  Giles grunted 
noncommittally. "We aren't gonna get anywhere with these frakking' boots on."

"No kidding."

Jolly favored him with a look he had picked up from Commander Adama.  It 
wasn't quite up to Adama's level, but it quelled Giles' sarcasm. "Grab hold of that 
ironing board - don't worry, it's not going anywhere - and step out of your boots."

Giles looked skeptical, but followed Jolly's instructions.

"Okay, good.  My, you are a good looking fellow, aren't you," Jolly said, playfully 
bouncing Giles' erection with a finger.  Giles moaned with pleasure.  "Now I'll 
just swing around next to you ..." Jolly's added mass and trajectory caused the 
ironing board to cant to the side.  Jolly tried to compensate by grabbing hold of 
the evac suit on the back of the ironing board, but his hand grasped something that 
wasn't evac suit and wasn't Giles.  "What the!!" he cried out in shock.

"Now what?" Giles asked, tired of all the effort required to get a little private 
pleasure.

Cautiously, almost afraid of what he'd find, Jolly looked at what his leg had 
touched.  "Uh, Giles?"

"Yeah?"  This was getting old fast.

"This evac suit?"

"What about it."

"There's, uh, there's someone in it."

Giles peeked around the other side of the ironing board.  Sure enough, sticking 
out a strategically placed hole in the evac suit was a very erect penis.  Giles and 
Jolly exchanged glances.  "You think he's dead?" Giles whispered.

"Dead men don't have warm erections," Jolly replied.

"You think he's unconscious?" Giles asked next.

"Don't know."  Experimentally, Jolly tugged on the penis.  He tugged harder than 
he meant to, because several things happened.  First, a scrotal sac popped through 
the evac suit hole, firmly tied at the base with a liripipe.  Second, the ironing 
board starting swaying, causing the legs to pull away from the board.  Third, a moan 
issued from the helmet attached to the evac suit.

"Uh oh," Giles said.  He reached around the evac suit to pull the ironing board's 
legs back into the board, but instead found another strategically placed hole in the 
suit.

At the same time, Jolly, who had forgotten to keep one hand on the ironing board, 
grabbed hold of the loose end of the liripipe as he started to float away.  The 
liripipe pulled through the hole accompanied by increasingly loud, and clearly 
pleasured, moans until the brim caught on the edges of the hole.  Jolly pulled 
himself back to the "exploration site" - he didn't know what else to call it - by the 
loop that was now formed by the liripipe.  The tugging brought increased moans 
that Jolly now saw came from a hole in the helmet, a hole conveniently located 
where a mouth would be when the helmet was on a head.  'Well, well,' Jolly 
thought.  'This could be very interesting indeed.'  He brought his eye up to the 
hold.  There was indeed an open mouth visible.

"Yikes!" Giles startled exclamation interrupted Jolly's thoughts.  The hole Giles 
found had the flared end of what had to be a very large dildo poking out of it.  
"Jolly, you're not gonna believe this."

"What did you find?"  Jolly asked.

"Um, well, there's another hole in the evac suit," Giles began hesitantly.  "Uh, 
right above where the legs join the torso?"

"I thought there might be," Jolly said.

"Well, did you think there might also be an extra-large dildo in that hole?" Giles 
demanded, somewhat annoyed that his discovery didn't faze his lover.

"Actually, that doesn't surprise me much."  Jolly paused.  "What happens if you 
wiggle the dildo?"  His answer came as a set of moans and mumbled pleas came 
from the hole in the helmet while the evac suit began squirming, setting the entire 
contingent swinging wildly. "Whoa, easy there," Jolly spoke to the evac suit. He 
reached down and stroked the pulsing cock soothingly.  "Giles, take it a little 
easier, huh?"

Giles continued with a more rhythmic motion, working the dildo in and out of the 
hole, which obviously went from the evac suit into its occupant. The moans 
subsided into humming and the swinging slowed down to a gentle rocking motion.  
"Oh Gods," Giles was moaning now.  "This is really turning me on.  Jolly, you gotta 
get over here.  I can't wait, man."

"Don't wait, then.  This isn't exactly what I had in mind, but ..." Jolly carefully 
turned himself over and positioned his own throbbing rod in front of the helmet's 
hole.  "We can both have some fun, if you know what I mean."

"But ... we don't even know who this is," Giles objected.

"Don't you think if he wanted us to know, he would've spoken up by now?" Jolly 
said as reasonably as he could in his current state.  A tongue jutted out of the hole 
and began licking the tip of his organ.  "I think I just got an okay to go ahead," 
Jolly gasped.

Giles' erection was demanding attention.  Giving no more thought to the occupant 
of the evac suit, he peremptorily pulled out the dildo - it was even longer and 
wider than Jolly's cock, and that was the biggest one he'd ever seen - and thrust 
his biological substitute in.

Jolly silenced the scream of mixed pain and pleasure that came from the helmet 
by thrusting his cock in as far as he could.  His balls hit the helmet and he 
could go no further.  A gurgling sound was almost immediately replaced with a firm 
suction, supplemented by light biting and licking.  Jolly began thrusting in and 
out rhythmically.

On the other side of the suit, Giles was doing the same.  They quickly established 
a rhythm that kept their gyrations from causing nausea.  It didn't take long for 
both of them to go over the edge. Recovering, Jolly noted that, from the looks of 
the blood-engorged penis and purpled sac, only the liripipe kept the suit's 
occupant from doing the same.

Giles' limp member slid out of the evac suit, the edges of the hole serving to wipe 
it off.  He looked at the dildo in his hand, shrugged, and shoved it back into the 
hole.  A cry from the other side of the suit told him he'd hit home. "Now what?" 
Giles called, still panting.

"Let me see if I can help this fellow out," Jolly called back.  He started to reach 
down to untie the end of  the liripipe when suddenly gravity and full lighting 
came back on.  "Whoops!" he cried as he slipped down to the ground.  A thud told him 
Giles had also landed.  Their clothing wafted down onto them.  "Sorry, fella!" Jolly 
called up at the ironing board and evac suit, still firmly attached to the ceiling of 
the hold by the magnetic boots.  He noticed the other two pair of boots were also 
still up there.

Giles was struggling into his clothes.  "Let's get out of here before somebody 
thinks to check this hold out," he muttered.

Jolly grunted his agreement and hastily dressed.  "Yeah, somebody might have 
heard all the clanking. Let's go!" The two warriors checked each other quickly 
then exited, turning the lights off as they went.

A few centons past and then the lights came back on. Apollo dropped lightly to 
the floor from behind a stack of evac suits.  "You okay, Bucko?" he called up to 
the evac suit on the ceiling.

"You could have let Jolly finish me," came an accusing voice.

Apollo laughed.  "You're being punished, remember?"

A subdued "Yeah" was the only response.

Apollo waited a few microns to see if Starbuck was going to say anything else.  
When no more complaints came from the evac suit, he instructed, "Release the 
boots, I'll catch you."  Starbuck obeyed and Apollo caught him as he fell, still 
attached to the ironing board.  He realized Starbuck was trembling with need and 
quickly detached the ironing board and laid him down on a pile of evac suits.  He 
took off the helmet and gently kissed the bruised and swollen lips, fondling the 
engorged penis and sac.  "Looks like you're all ready for me," he whispered into 
Starbuck's mouth.

Starbuck nodded against his face.

Apollo rolled him onto his side, pulled down the rear panel of the evac suit, and 
spooned up behind him, releasing his own erection as he did so. He pulled the 
dildo out, evoking a sob from his prisoner.  He paused with his penis at the bruised 
opening.  He could feel Starbuck stiffen then swallow hard and relax, but the 
encased man didn't say anything. "No more teasing?" Apollo asked.

"No more teasing," the blond said with conviction.

"Well, then,"  Apollo said as he began thrusting. He waited a few more microns, 
thrusting rhythmically and holding his own climax back as one final punishment.  
"Maybe you've learned your lesson."  He reached around and untied the liripipe.  
"Punishment's over," he said, as he gave a final thrust that took them both into 
oblivion.