Wishes Do Come True

By: Betty

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: A/S

Summary: I can't think of a thing to say for this. But it is in Apollo's POV.

Warnings: None



He's doing it again. Same old story every night. Starbuck comes over and we go 
to the bar together. It could be the officer's club, or one of the countless bars 
here on the Rising Star. Doesn't matter which one or where it is, the same thing 
happens. He meets some girl, while I sit alone and stare at them, wishing I was 
the one in his arms instead of her. Wishing I was the one he was kissing instead 
of her. Wishing I was the one he would he leave with, instead of her.

Then thoughts of what he will do with her when they are alone, behind closed doors. 
I wonder if he turns the lights off, or does he leave them on? Oh what I would give 
to be the one he takes into that room. To be the one he slowly strips down, kissing 
every inch of my body as the skin is exposed. I dream that he leaves the lights on, 
so that he can see how he's driving me mad with desire.

Then, like every other night, it happens to me again.

I get hard.

Now is the time I usually leave, holding my jacket in front of me to hide my 
embarrassing erection. But Starbuck had rushed me out so fast tonight that I forgot 
my jacket at home, on the Galactica. I look around quickly, no one seems to be looking 
my way, and Starbuck is to involved with Miss Hussyslut so he shouldn't notice, I 
hope. I get up quickly and knowing I won't make it to the shuttle bay with out anyone 
noticing what my traitor of a body is doing to me, I head straight for the men's 
turbo-flush. Once in there I can take of this aching need.

I'm lucky tonight. The turbo-wash is empty. I choose the stall furthest from the door 
and unzip my pants.

Pushing them down below my hips, my evil cock pops out, pointing at the ceiling. I 
lick my palm, then wrap it around my cock, squeezing a little, but not to hard. I 
brush my fingers across the head, the precum sticking to them, I play with the slit, 
oh that feels so good, not as good as Starbuck's mouth would be, if he were willing to 
take it into his mouth, but good anyway. I imagine it is Starbuck's mouth on my cock 
as I jerk off, oh yes so good, my head tips back and I suck in my breath, oh frack this 
feels so good.

My imagination is running wild tonight, I can feel something warm and wet on my cock, 
the way I always imagined Starbuck's mouth would feel, only better. I pump my hand up 
and down faster, but stop when it bumps into something. Keeping my eyes closed I remove 
my hand from my cock. The warm wetness is still there, licking and sucking my cock. I 
move my hand forwards and feel someone's face, and soft hair. With a sharp intake of air 
I look down.

There, kneeling at my feet and sucking me off, is Starbuck.

Wishes do come true.