BSG pornlet, Anders/Lee
Slightly longer version of my porn battle entry [ which is here, if that's where you'd rather comment].
Forgive it. I'm probably blatantly making up things about the head [erm, the bathroom, not any other sort]. Also, I wrote it today. Isn't that the fun of the porn battle?--slap-dash writing.
Sam expected pilot training to be hard, and that's not a problem. He's missed getting to push his body to the limit, have it pushed by people he respects, not by desperate circumstances. There are many other ways it's nothing like pyramid, but it's something he feels like he could eventually get good at. If he could just fucking concentrate. Adama has been on his ass for every bit of the last thirteen hours, sending him out in that same formation over and over again until he finally got it right. Once he did, he sent him to the showers and to get some rack time before he did it all over again in a few hours.
He'd wanted to stay out there, prove himself again, but instead he's here in the shower, chest still heaving with adrenaline, body just absolutely ready to go at something, anything. Adama would have to know that, the frakkin' tease. Sam's probably going to have to wait hours to get his hands on him, and when he does, they'll both be too exhausted to do anything but jerk each other off.
Or maybe Sam will blow him. Sometimes, he likes to surprise him with it, grab him and push him up against a wall, keep him pinned to it by his hips as he pulls him out and sucks him. He can do it fast, now. Everything's always fast; secretive, done in places that aren't entirely private. There is no place really private on the ship, except maybe exactly where he is, under a spray of water. Sam wraps his hand around his cock, determined to come fast but hard.
He imagines unzipping Lee's pants and seeing that thick cock of his straining up against his boxer-briefs. It's all in the teasing for Adama, even when they've got no time for it. Sam thinks about the last time, how he licked his tongue up over the head, dragging the cotton against it where he was already slick from leaking. Lee groaned and shifted his hips, and Sam reached up to cup his balls through that worn fabric; two or three pulls, and he was grabbing Sam by the hair and jerking his face forward. Sam remembers breathing hot against his length until Lee finally just yanked down his boxer-briefs, took himself in hand, and fed his cock into Sam's already open lips. Sam frakkin' loves that, Lee shoving himself down his throat and holding him there to take it.
Sam's already close when he hears the bathroom door open, and he has to make the decision to keep going or stop. It's never actually a decision. He strokes himself harder now, lets his other hand come off the wall to take his balls in hand and give a light squeeze, but then he hears a familiar voice:
"Anders," Lee calls out, and his footsteps are coming across the head.
Sam's still got his dick in his hand when Lee peers in over the top and very quickly cuts off whatever it was he was going to say.
"Frak," he mutters. Sam's hand doesn't stop.
"Thought you'd be a long, long time, major," he says slowly, watching how Lee's eyes greedily take in his body. "Want me to stop?"
Lee's pupils are widening, the blue a thin dark ring, and his voice is deep and tense as he says, "Don't you dare."
"I didn't know you liked to watch."
Lee just nods, and Sam hears the supports creak as Lee leans into them. He wonders if he's already hard.
"Talk," Sam says.
"You know I'm not good at-"
"Just talk to me. I like hearing you."
Sam's holding himself up off the wall with his other hand. He can feel Lee's eyes on him, hear his breath. Frak, he can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to say.
"Gods, Sam," is all he can manage. But it's almost a moan, and it's perfect.
Sam is used to coaxing him into this, anyway. "You hard?" he asks him.
"Yeah."
"Do you like watching me jerk off, knowing I'm thinking about you while I do it?" Sam meets his gaze, then, and strokes just a little slower, harder.
"Yeah."
"I was thinking about you fucking my mouth. I love sucking your dick. You're so big. I love the way you squirm and moan, and then you just come and come, so much I think I can't swallow it all sometimes."
Lee sucks in a shallow breath, but then, finally, he's talking, his voice soft and low: "You should let me suck you more often. I love the way you taste. Gods, I wish you could see what I'm seeing. Your cock… I like…" He swallows audibly. "I like it when you ride me, and I get to see it just bouncing there in my face, so red and hard and just…dripping because you want me to touch it."
"And you wanna touch it."
"Frak, yeah. I wish I could right now." He just pants and watches for a moment, then he says, "I'm so hard, Sam. You have no idea."
"Yeah?"
"Frak," he mutters, and suddenly Sam hears the sound of his zipper. Sam swings the door open, not caring a bit that he's leaking water out all over the floor. Lee's eyes snap shut as he pulls himself out and starts fisting, and that's all it takes for Sam to come hard, shooting off all over the door and the space between them. He groans at the wet sound of Lee coming over his hands a moment later, both of them jerking themselves through it.
Lee sighs out a long breath, and Sam opens his eyes to see him sheepishly grinning now, slightly bewildered. Then with a nervous glance at the door, he shucks all his clothes, steps inside, and closes the door.
~
Forgive it. I'm probably blatantly making up things about the head [erm, the bathroom, not any other sort]. Also, I wrote it today. Isn't that the fun of the porn battle?--slap-dash writing.
Sam expected pilot training to be hard, and that's not a problem. He's missed getting to push his body to the limit, have it pushed by people he respects, not by desperate circumstances. There are many other ways it's nothing like pyramid, but it's something he feels like he could eventually get good at. If he could just fucking concentrate. Adama has been on his ass for every bit of the last thirteen hours, sending him out in that same formation over and over again until he finally got it right. Once he did, he sent him to the showers and to get some rack time before he did it all over again in a few hours.
He'd wanted to stay out there, prove himself again, but instead he's here in the shower, chest still heaving with adrenaline, body just absolutely ready to go at something, anything. Adama would have to know that, the frakkin' tease. Sam's probably going to have to wait hours to get his hands on him, and when he does, they'll both be too exhausted to do anything but jerk each other off.
Or maybe Sam will blow him. Sometimes, he likes to surprise him with it, grab him and push him up against a wall, keep him pinned to it by his hips as he pulls him out and sucks him. He can do it fast, now. Everything's always fast; secretive, done in places that aren't entirely private. There is no place really private on the ship, except maybe exactly where he is, under a spray of water. Sam wraps his hand around his cock, determined to come fast but hard.
He imagines unzipping Lee's pants and seeing that thick cock of his straining up against his boxer-briefs. It's all in the teasing for Adama, even when they've got no time for it. Sam thinks about the last time, how he licked his tongue up over the head, dragging the cotton against it where he was already slick from leaking. Lee groaned and shifted his hips, and Sam reached up to cup his balls through that worn fabric; two or three pulls, and he was grabbing Sam by the hair and jerking his face forward. Sam remembers breathing hot against his length until Lee finally just yanked down his boxer-briefs, took himself in hand, and fed his cock into Sam's already open lips. Sam frakkin' loves that, Lee shoving himself down his throat and holding him there to take it.
Sam's already close when he hears the bathroom door open, and he has to make the decision to keep going or stop. It's never actually a decision. He strokes himself harder now, lets his other hand come off the wall to take his balls in hand and give a light squeeze, but then he hears a familiar voice:
"Anders," Lee calls out, and his footsteps are coming across the head.
Sam's still got his dick in his hand when Lee peers in over the top and very quickly cuts off whatever it was he was going to say.
"Frak," he mutters. Sam's hand doesn't stop.
"Thought you'd be a long, long time, major," he says slowly, watching how Lee's eyes greedily take in his body. "Want me to stop?"
Lee's pupils are widening, the blue a thin dark ring, and his voice is deep and tense as he says, "Don't you dare."
"I didn't know you liked to watch."
Lee just nods, and Sam hears the supports creak as Lee leans into them. He wonders if he's already hard.
"Talk," Sam says.
"You know I'm not good at-"
"Just talk to me. I like hearing you."
Sam's holding himself up off the wall with his other hand. He can feel Lee's eyes on him, hear his breath. Frak, he can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to say.
"Gods, Sam," is all he can manage. But it's almost a moan, and it's perfect.
Sam is used to coaxing him into this, anyway. "You hard?" he asks him.
"Yeah."
"Do you like watching me jerk off, knowing I'm thinking about you while I do it?" Sam meets his gaze, then, and strokes just a little slower, harder.
"Yeah."
"I was thinking about you fucking my mouth. I love sucking your dick. You're so big. I love the way you squirm and moan, and then you just come and come, so much I think I can't swallow it all sometimes."
Lee sucks in a shallow breath, but then, finally, he's talking, his voice soft and low: "You should let me suck you more often. I love the way you taste. Gods, I wish you could see what I'm seeing. Your cock… I like…" He swallows audibly. "I like it when you ride me, and I get to see it just bouncing there in my face, so red and hard and just…dripping because you want me to touch it."
"And you wanna touch it."
"Frak, yeah. I wish I could right now." He just pants and watches for a moment, then he says, "I'm so hard, Sam. You have no idea."
"Yeah?"
"Frak," he mutters, and suddenly Sam hears the sound of his zipper. Sam swings the door open, not caring a bit that he's leaking water out all over the floor. Lee's eyes snap shut as he pulls himself out and starts fisting, and that's all it takes for Sam to come hard, shooting off all over the door and the space between them. He groans at the wet sound of Lee coming over his hands a moment later, both of them jerking themselves through it.
Lee sighs out a long breath, and Sam opens his eyes to see him sheepishly grinning now, slightly bewildered. Then with a nervous glance at the door, he shucks all his clothes, steps inside, and closes the door.
~