What's Wrong? (AKA Hanofer's Birthday Snippet)

	By Jen Lmr

	Date: Feb 2001
	Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
	Rating: NC-17
	Category: Slash
	Pairing: Starbuck/Apollo

	Author's note: Sure it's not a birthday theme per say, but I've had a
	tough secton so throw me a bone here. It does have a happy ending though.
	<grin>

	Summary: Apollo and Starbuck first time story.


	Apollo walked into the duty office to find Starbuck sitting at one of the
	desks, head in hands.

	'Wish those were *my* hands,' the thought popped into the Captain's head
	before he could stop it. Instead he said, "What's wrong, Bucko?"

	"The question is, what isn't wrong?" the Lieutenant moaned miserably.

	Apollo moved over to him and looked over his shoulder. "The computer
	giving you trouble?"

	Starbuck looked up at him and gave him an unreadable look. "No. The
	computer *was* giving me trouble for awhile. Of course, eventually I
	smashed my head into the keypad and broke it. So *technically*, the
	computer isn't giving me any more trouble."

	The dark-haired warrior gave his friend a sympathetic look.

	The blond-haired warrior picked his head up from where he'd replaced it
	in his hands and looked at his friend. "I can *feel* you looking at me.
	Now stop it."

	"I can't help it. You look like you're in pain."

	"I am in pain. Ever smashed a keypad with your head, Pol?"

	Apollo hid his grin. "No. I can't say that I have."

	His only reply was a grunt before his wingmate returned his head to his
	hands.

	'I'd just like to reach out, stroke his hair, rub his head, and make
	everything all better.' On the heals of that thought, 'What am I
	thinking?! Nah, must be perfectly normal. We've been best friends
	forever. It's perfectly natural that I'd want to comfort my friend in his
	time of need.'

	The Captain leaned even closer and put his hand on his friend's shoulder,
	reveling in the feel of his hard muscles beneath his hand. 'Sagan, how
	much I'd love to move both of my hands over those shoulders! Such strong
	shoulders... better yet, *naked* strong shoulders. Just look at him, a
	picture of misery. I could give him comfort. Oh, the *comfort* I could
	give him!'

	Shaking his head to clear it, Apollo said instead, "Anything I could do
	to help?"

	Starbuck didn't even pick his head up from his hands. "Nope."

	"You sure?" Apollo placed both of his hands on his wingmate's shoulders
	and began to rub in a soothing circular motion.

	"You know Pol, that feels pretty good actually," his friend mumbled in a
	husky voice.

	"Really? How does this feel?"

	The blond's eyes shot open for a moment and his head jerked up at the
	sensation of strong hands moving downwards, downwards, finally stopping
	when those hands cupped his lower cheeks.

	Apollo was encouraged when he heard him grunt something that sounded like
	an approving noise, so he moved one hand forward. 'So long I've wanted to
	do this! To think all it took was a broken computer! Wait a micron.
	That's not right. Computers break all of the time. What the...?'

	His thoughts were stopped dead in their tracks when he felt his friend's
	hand clasp his own and move it to an extremely hard erection. This time
	Apollo wasn't sure which of them moaned. Didn't care.

	The next thing he knew the swivel chair Starbuck was sitting in swiveled
	around until they were facing each other. He opened his mouth to speak
	and found himself engulfed in a hot, wet, demanding kiss. A kiss that he
	returned with whole-hearted enthusiasm.

	Apollo knew that they were on duty, in the duty office no less! As an
	officer and an all around responsible, respectable person he knew he
	should stop this. Sure he wanted this, he was just admitting to himself
	just how much he wanted this. The least he could do was break away for a
	moment to lock the door.

	He felt a hand at his groin, felt his pants being unfastened, he gasped.
	When the hot mouth of his dearest friend engulfed him, he lost the
	ability to think. Moaning uncontrollably he grasped the silky blonde hair
	through his fingers, urging him to continue.

	Continue he did. He continued until he had milked every last drop of his
	orgasm from him. When Apollo thought he would die from the overload of
	sensation his Lieutenant pulled away. Just as he found himself able to
	catch his breath, just as he had started to collapse in a satiated haze
	he felt that mouth on his oversensitized cock once again.

	Not even over his first orgasm he found himself brought to another one.
	He screamed louder than he ever thought that he could. That talented
	mouth kept milking him and milking him. A third time. Oh, lords! A
	fourth!

	Eventually, bone dry and feeling like a limp, wet rag, he came back to
	himself. He found his wingmate looking up at him with a look in his eyes
	that would have brought a cylon to orgasm. If he could possibly find the
	strength to even move he would try to reciprocate. As it was he slumped
	onto the floor.

	'beep,' the computer sounded.

	Starbuck chuckled breathlessly. "Computer seems to be working again."

	Apollo could barely find the strength to adjust his clothing much less
	reply. Thank Sagan that he did adjust his clothing because a scant moment
	later the door to the duty office opened and a computer tech stepped in.

	"Heard you had a computer problem." A statement, not a question.

	Starbuck, still sitting behind the desk hiding his obvious arousal
	replied, "The computer seems to be working again, but I think we're
	definitely going to need a new keypad."

	On her way out the door, Hanofer, the computer tech chuckled, "Yep, we
	see broken keypads all the time when people's computers aren't working.
	I'll bring you a new one."

	After he left, Starbuck looked at Apollo. "You sooo owe me, Captain."

	"You bet I do, Starbuck," Apollo gasped. "You bet I do." Then he pounced.


	The End