BSG: Purple Necktie - A Lee/Sam fic
TITLE: Purple Necktie
Pairing: Lee Adama/Sam Anders
Rating: R
Word Count: ~2280
Summary: Lee hates wearing a suit and necktie. Sam helps him feel better... really it's just an excuse for smut.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in the Battlestar Galactica universe. I don’t make any monies from this.
A/N: For nursedarry: Happy birthday, Sweetie. Sorry it’s late. I cleaned it up and added a bit from the original comment story. I hope you like it. :)
This is unbeta'd all errors are my precious own.
"If you had asked me before, I would have said that the color purple wasn’t your color," Sam said as he leaned against the hatchway entrance, his arms crossed over his chest. Through a mirror’s reflection, he watched Lee adjusting his purple striped tie.
Sam had heard that the former CAG was going to become the next Caprica Delegate to the Quorum of Twelve and he’d come to wish Lee good luck before his first official session. He had been silently watching the gorgeous man putting on the final touches to his new ‘uniform’ for some time. There was something about watching a man, dressed in a well-fitted suit, which seemed to make his mouth water.
“But now that I see it on you, I think you look really handsome in it. Maybe you should look into getting more clothing in that color. It brings out the fire in your eyes-like when you’re angry.”
By the way Lee jumped, Sam noticed he’d startled him and brought him out of his deep thoughts. Sam had been watching Lee in front of the mirror, staring down at his chest trying his best to make the perfect knot.
“I hate godsdamn neckties,” Lee muttered.
He’d become flustered a couple of times and would untie it and start over. Feeling pity on the poor, uncoordinated soul, Sam uncrossed his arms, straightened, and walked over to Lee, gently turning him around to face Sam.
Sam could feel the nervous body heat emanating from the newly elected politician. Being this close to Lee always made Sam’s cock harden. Without a doubt he wanted Lee, he had since the first time Kara had introduced them. It had seemed so long ago. Could it have been only two years? Being Kara’s widower, and again her husband, it was difficult to play the flirt to her one of her former lovers. He’d known about their affair before she died, but had never confronted her or forced them to stop. The thought of them fucking each other made for fantastic masturbation material. He had just wished he had suggested a threesome between them before she’d left. Now that she had returned from the dead, everything with her seemed a bit weird and off. He couldn’t put his finger on the problem, but he felt it would somehow be wrong.
“Th-Thanks for helping me with the tie,” Lee whispered, now bringing Sam out of his own thoughts. “I don’t get nervous very often, but when I do, I seem to be all thumbs.”
When Sam looked up into those beautiful, blue eyes and held his breath. The intensity in in Lee’s gaze took his breath away, and he had to fight the urge to lean in just that little distance between them and gently bring their lips together. He could feel his pulse quickening from the sexual tension between them now. He pictured using that purple necktie to bind Lee’s hands to a bedpost before he worked his way down that gorgeous body with his tongue.
Quickly, Sam looked down again to finish tying the knot before he took a step back. When this was over he would be heading straight back to his duty lockers to stroke off his growing erection.
When he was done with the tie, he placed his hands on Lee’s shoulders giving him a quick double pat before turning him around to show Lee the knot in the mirror.
“See, all done, a nice perfect knot for our newest delegate.” He stepped up close to Lee’s back without touching him, and brought his hand around to straighten the tie one last time. His fingers grazing down the lean chest feeling the cool silken shirt. He wanted more than just making sure the tie was properly tucked into the jacket. He wanted to explore further, but knew he was already violating personal space. If he went any further and Lee wasn’t interested then it could prove to be embarrassing having to explain himself.
He tried to keep some distance, even if it was a few inches, between them hoping Lee wouldn’t feel his growing desire for him, but then Lee did something unexpected that dashed those hopes down the drain. The action was most unexpected, and yet desired.
With just a half step back, Lee rested his shoulder blades against Sam’s chest. Sam could feel Lee’s ass pressing against his cock. A groan escaped Sam’s lips at the contact, his hips giving a small thrust forward into those curved buttocks. Sam opened his eyes and looked into the mirror’s reflection. He could see Lee staring back at him; the fire within those blue-eyed depths seemed to reflect his own sexual wishes. They were such a deep color-the same color as the tie.
“Maybe when I come back,” Lee whispered, “you can show me how this purple tie could be put to a better use.”
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Even though it was early evening, Lee weighed the pros and cons of just calling it a night and going to bed. The art of political negotiation was much harder than he once thought. He began to realize that he’d blundered into this position and was way over his head when it came to the art of subtle negotiation and political strategies.
He had spent the entire day sitting in meetings, one after another, and by the time he opened the hatch to his quarters, Lee felt sluggish and tired. He wasn’t used to this much sitting. He felt his muscles protest with every movement made. On top of that, a headache, which had started in the back of his head in the morning, had been working its way to the front. His temples were throbbing and he couldn’t wait to get out of this confining suit. Perhaps he’d go to Joe’s Bar and down a few shots of whatever passed for alcohol these days.
When he walked through the hatchway, he noticed the lights had changed in his room. When he’d left several overhead lights were on, now just two lights were lit, the lamp on his desk and the bathroom light. He didn’t think too much of it, deciding someone must have turned off the lights to conserve energy. Maintenance personnel were always doing that sort of thing.
In the semi-darkness, he walked over to his locker, shrugged off his coat, removed his shoes and socks, and then began to pull his necktie open.
His fighter instincts kicked in when he heard a voice out nowhere. Lee grabbed his gun out of the locker and turned to face his intruder.
“You can lose the shirt, but keep the tie on,” Sam’s soft voice came out of the darkness. It took Lee a moment to calm his breathing as his vision adjusted to the dim light. He could see Sam reclining on his bed with his back against the wall and his legs crossed. Lee realized that Sam must have been watching him since he’d first entered.
Sam slid his feet off the bed and planted them on the ground. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and slowly rose off the bed and walked toward Lee.
Lee looked Sam over as he walked closer. He noticed the man was shirtless and his feet were bare. The brown little nubs of his nipples poked out of his chest. He was wearing an old, threadbare pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hips bones were peaking out of them. Lee’s mouth felt dry and he licked his lips at the sight before him.
When he was about five feet away, Sam stopped in front of Lee and looked him up and down. His gaze seemed hungry and there was a burning fire within those blue eyes. In silence, they stood there and stared at each other. Lee felt taut like a stretched bowstring before being released. The words he had said earlier floated through his mind.
“Maybe when I come back you can show me how this purple tie could be put to a better use.”
The memory raced through Lee’s mind of Sam’s cock pressing against his ass. The time for fulfilling unspoken promises had come.
Breaking the silence, Sam whispered, “You can put the gun down, Lee. I’m not going to hurt you.”
As the words registered in his mind, Lee felt his face warm as he returned the weapon to his locker. He had forgotten he was holding a gun or that it was pointed at Sam. He had been a warrior for so long that the feel of the grip in his hand seemed almost natural-a comfort.
When he turned back, he noticed Sam had lowered his hands and moved closer. The room felt warmer and Lee felt his pulse quicken. He shifted his stance as felt his cock stirring. When he took in a calming breath, he could smell Sam’s scent, that rich musky odor that reminded Lee of a down pouring rain in the middle of the Thorn forest mixed with the smell of leather from a new Pyramid ball.
Sam’s hands came up and spread wide across Lee’s chest, his fingertips circling around Lee’s nipples for a moment before they started working on unbuttoning his shirt.
“Rough day at work?” Sam asked.
Sam removed the shirt, but somehow kept the necktie around Lee’s neck. He leaned in and lowered his lips to lick and bite along Lee’s jaw line. Sam’s hands had free reign over Lee’s skin; his fingertips grazed along Lee’s ribs and spine and then moved forward to tweak his nipples.
Lee rolled his head back and closed his eyes as he felt those strong fingers caress him. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him or desired him. His nerves felt a surge of lust pass through him like fire dancing over gasoline streams. Yes, it had been too long.
Without giving it another thought, he knew what needed to be done. He desperately needed this release-to be able to thrust into that wonderful, teasing mouth. He wanted to look down and see Sam’s lips wrapped around his cock as Lee held him in place.
“Sam, please,” he begged. He lowered his hand and fumbled through his belt and button, trying to tear the last of his suit off. He slipped his hands under his briefs and pulled his cock out.
None to gently, Lee pulled Sam’s mouth from tonguing his nipples, forcing Sam to look up him. With a crooked grin, Sam’s eyes stared back into Lee’s. His hands moved down Lee’s body as he began to stroke his cock.
“Aw, does our favorite politician want something more?” he teased as he knelt before Lee pulling the trousers off, leaving him naked save for the purple necktie.
“Yes, more,” Lee groaned as Sam’s mouth opened and he took Lee in all at once. The warm, wet mouth enveloped him so quickly that Lee thought Sam wouldn’t stop there, but would swallow him whole, body and soul. It was wonderful.
Lee felt as if he were floating in space, lost in the sensation of sexual pleasure as those lips and tongue worked his cock and balls while Sam’s fingers moved further back rubbing his puckered opening.
Normally, Lee was such a considerate lover; always holding back and making sure his partner came first. He was in control at all times, making certain not to hurt them, but this time he couldn’t.
When a couple of Sam’s fingers began to push through and stroke his prostate, Lee grabbed Sam’s head and forced his cock all the way into Sam’s mouth, not caring if Sam wanted it or not. For the first time in days, or maybe it was years, Lee felt alive. Instead of feeling gratitude for what he had, he burned for more. He wanted it all-to take everything Sam had to offer and then some.
He set a firm pace and let Sam know who was in charge here. He needed to take control and command the situation. He looked down and saw Sam looking up at him. Lee watched as the other man winked and then relaxed his throat muscles to take more in. Perhaps Sam understood better than him what Lee needed.
Before he knew it, his cock began to pulse out its own rhythm of come as his orgasm burned through his body. He could feel Sam pushing back to keep from gagging, but he didn’t care. The strength of his orgasm coupled with the sudden revelation made Lee light headed.
All his lethargy and earlier nervousness seemed to drain out of him with the dregs of his orgasm. His legs began to give as Sam steadied him and then helped him to the bed.
He fell on his back as Sam began to crawl up his body. Lee was too relaxed to do anything to stop him. He was as limp as a ragdoll. He was about to doze off when he felt a tug at his neck.
Lee opened his eyes to see Sam beside him undoing the forgotten tie. Lee gave a lazy smile as the band of silk moved from under his neck.
“Now about this tie,” Sam said as he picked up one of Lee’s wrists and began tying a knot there. Lee laughed as his hands were moved together, bound, and tied to the headboard.
Whatever Sam had planned, Lee realized that maybe there were benefits to being a delegate and wearing a necktie after all.
Pairing: Lee Adama/Sam Anders
Rating: R
Word Count: ~2280
Summary: Lee hates wearing a suit and necktie. Sam helps him feel better... really it's just an excuse for smut.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in the Battlestar Galactica universe. I don’t make any monies from this.
A/N: For nursedarry: Happy birthday, Sweetie. Sorry it’s late. I cleaned it up and added a bit from the original comment story. I hope you like it. :)
This is unbeta'd all errors are my precious own.
"If you had asked me before, I would have said that the color purple wasn’t your color," Sam said as he leaned against the hatchway entrance, his arms crossed over his chest. Through a mirror’s reflection, he watched Lee adjusting his purple striped tie.
Sam had heard that the former CAG was going to become the next Caprica Delegate to the Quorum of Twelve and he’d come to wish Lee good luck before his first official session. He had been silently watching the gorgeous man putting on the final touches to his new ‘uniform’ for some time. There was something about watching a man, dressed in a well-fitted suit, which seemed to make his mouth water.
“But now that I see it on you, I think you look really handsome in it. Maybe you should look into getting more clothing in that color. It brings out the fire in your eyes-like when you’re angry.”
By the way Lee jumped, Sam noticed he’d startled him and brought him out of his deep thoughts. Sam had been watching Lee in front of the mirror, staring down at his chest trying his best to make the perfect knot.
“I hate godsdamn neckties,” Lee muttered.
He’d become flustered a couple of times and would untie it and start over. Feeling pity on the poor, uncoordinated soul, Sam uncrossed his arms, straightened, and walked over to Lee, gently turning him around to face Sam.
Sam could feel the nervous body heat emanating from the newly elected politician. Being this close to Lee always made Sam’s cock harden. Without a doubt he wanted Lee, he had since the first time Kara had introduced them. It had seemed so long ago. Could it have been only two years? Being Kara’s widower, and again her husband, it was difficult to play the flirt to her one of her former lovers. He’d known about their affair before she died, but had never confronted her or forced them to stop. The thought of them fucking each other made for fantastic masturbation material. He had just wished he had suggested a threesome between them before she’d left. Now that she had returned from the dead, everything with her seemed a bit weird and off. He couldn’t put his finger on the problem, but he felt it would somehow be wrong.
“Th-Thanks for helping me with the tie,” Lee whispered, now bringing Sam out of his own thoughts. “I don’t get nervous very often, but when I do, I seem to be all thumbs.”
When Sam looked up into those beautiful, blue eyes and held his breath. The intensity in in Lee’s gaze took his breath away, and he had to fight the urge to lean in just that little distance between them and gently bring their lips together. He could feel his pulse quickening from the sexual tension between them now. He pictured using that purple necktie to bind Lee’s hands to a bedpost before he worked his way down that gorgeous body with his tongue.
Quickly, Sam looked down again to finish tying the knot before he took a step back. When this was over he would be heading straight back to his duty lockers to stroke off his growing erection.
When he was done with the tie, he placed his hands on Lee’s shoulders giving him a quick double pat before turning him around to show Lee the knot in the mirror.
“See, all done, a nice perfect knot for our newest delegate.” He stepped up close to Lee’s back without touching him, and brought his hand around to straighten the tie one last time. His fingers grazing down the lean chest feeling the cool silken shirt. He wanted more than just making sure the tie was properly tucked into the jacket. He wanted to explore further, but knew he was already violating personal space. If he went any further and Lee wasn’t interested then it could prove to be embarrassing having to explain himself.
He tried to keep some distance, even if it was a few inches, between them hoping Lee wouldn’t feel his growing desire for him, but then Lee did something unexpected that dashed those hopes down the drain. The action was most unexpected, and yet desired.
With just a half step back, Lee rested his shoulder blades against Sam’s chest. Sam could feel Lee’s ass pressing against his cock. A groan escaped Sam’s lips at the contact, his hips giving a small thrust forward into those curved buttocks. Sam opened his eyes and looked into the mirror’s reflection. He could see Lee staring back at him; the fire within those blue-eyed depths seemed to reflect his own sexual wishes. They were such a deep color-the same color as the tie.
“Maybe when I come back,” Lee whispered, “you can show me how this purple tie could be put to a better use.”
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Even though it was early evening, Lee weighed the pros and cons of just calling it a night and going to bed. The art of political negotiation was much harder than he once thought. He began to realize that he’d blundered into this position and was way over his head when it came to the art of subtle negotiation and political strategies.
He had spent the entire day sitting in meetings, one after another, and by the time he opened the hatch to his quarters, Lee felt sluggish and tired. He wasn’t used to this much sitting. He felt his muscles protest with every movement made. On top of that, a headache, which had started in the back of his head in the morning, had been working its way to the front. His temples were throbbing and he couldn’t wait to get out of this confining suit. Perhaps he’d go to Joe’s Bar and down a few shots of whatever passed for alcohol these days.
When he walked through the hatchway, he noticed the lights had changed in his room. When he’d left several overhead lights were on, now just two lights were lit, the lamp on his desk and the bathroom light. He didn’t think too much of it, deciding someone must have turned off the lights to conserve energy. Maintenance personnel were always doing that sort of thing.
In the semi-darkness, he walked over to his locker, shrugged off his coat, removed his shoes and socks, and then began to pull his necktie open.
His fighter instincts kicked in when he heard a voice out nowhere. Lee grabbed his gun out of the locker and turned to face his intruder.
“You can lose the shirt, but keep the tie on,” Sam’s soft voice came out of the darkness. It took Lee a moment to calm his breathing as his vision adjusted to the dim light. He could see Sam reclining on his bed with his back against the wall and his legs crossed. Lee realized that Sam must have been watching him since he’d first entered.
Sam slid his feet off the bed and planted them on the ground. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and slowly rose off the bed and walked toward Lee.
Lee looked Sam over as he walked closer. He noticed the man was shirtless and his feet were bare. The brown little nubs of his nipples poked out of his chest. He was wearing an old, threadbare pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hips bones were peaking out of them. Lee’s mouth felt dry and he licked his lips at the sight before him.
When he was about five feet away, Sam stopped in front of Lee and looked him up and down. His gaze seemed hungry and there was a burning fire within those blue eyes. In silence, they stood there and stared at each other. Lee felt taut like a stretched bowstring before being released. The words he had said earlier floated through his mind.
“Maybe when I come back you can show me how this purple tie could be put to a better use.”
The memory raced through Lee’s mind of Sam’s cock pressing against his ass. The time for fulfilling unspoken promises had come.
Breaking the silence, Sam whispered, “You can put the gun down, Lee. I’m not going to hurt you.”
As the words registered in his mind, Lee felt his face warm as he returned the weapon to his locker. He had forgotten he was holding a gun or that it was pointed at Sam. He had been a warrior for so long that the feel of the grip in his hand seemed almost natural-a comfort.
When he turned back, he noticed Sam had lowered his hands and moved closer. The room felt warmer and Lee felt his pulse quicken. He shifted his stance as felt his cock stirring. When he took in a calming breath, he could smell Sam’s scent, that rich musky odor that reminded Lee of a down pouring rain in the middle of the Thorn forest mixed with the smell of leather from a new Pyramid ball.
Sam’s hands came up and spread wide across Lee’s chest, his fingertips circling around Lee’s nipples for a moment before they started working on unbuttoning his shirt.
“Rough day at work?” Sam asked.
Sam removed the shirt, but somehow kept the necktie around Lee’s neck. He leaned in and lowered his lips to lick and bite along Lee’s jaw line. Sam’s hands had free reign over Lee’s skin; his fingertips grazed along Lee’s ribs and spine and then moved forward to tweak his nipples.
Lee rolled his head back and closed his eyes as he felt those strong fingers caress him. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him or desired him. His nerves felt a surge of lust pass through him like fire dancing over gasoline streams. Yes, it had been too long.
Without giving it another thought, he knew what needed to be done. He desperately needed this release-to be able to thrust into that wonderful, teasing mouth. He wanted to look down and see Sam’s lips wrapped around his cock as Lee held him in place.
“Sam, please,” he begged. He lowered his hand and fumbled through his belt and button, trying to tear the last of his suit off. He slipped his hands under his briefs and pulled his cock out.
None to gently, Lee pulled Sam’s mouth from tonguing his nipples, forcing Sam to look up him. With a crooked grin, Sam’s eyes stared back into Lee’s. His hands moved down Lee’s body as he began to stroke his cock.
“Aw, does our favorite politician want something more?” he teased as he knelt before Lee pulling the trousers off, leaving him naked save for the purple necktie.
“Yes, more,” Lee groaned as Sam’s mouth opened and he took Lee in all at once. The warm, wet mouth enveloped him so quickly that Lee thought Sam wouldn’t stop there, but would swallow him whole, body and soul. It was wonderful.
Lee felt as if he were floating in space, lost in the sensation of sexual pleasure as those lips and tongue worked his cock and balls while Sam’s fingers moved further back rubbing his puckered opening.
Normally, Lee was such a considerate lover; always holding back and making sure his partner came first. He was in control at all times, making certain not to hurt them, but this time he couldn’t.
When a couple of Sam’s fingers began to push through and stroke his prostate, Lee grabbed Sam’s head and forced his cock all the way into Sam’s mouth, not caring if Sam wanted it or not. For the first time in days, or maybe it was years, Lee felt alive. Instead of feeling gratitude for what he had, he burned for more. He wanted it all-to take everything Sam had to offer and then some.
He set a firm pace and let Sam know who was in charge here. He needed to take control and command the situation. He looked down and saw Sam looking up at him. Lee watched as the other man winked and then relaxed his throat muscles to take more in. Perhaps Sam understood better than him what Lee needed.
Before he knew it, his cock began to pulse out its own rhythm of come as his orgasm burned through his body. He could feel Sam pushing back to keep from gagging, but he didn’t care. The strength of his orgasm coupled with the sudden revelation made Lee light headed.
All his lethargy and earlier nervousness seemed to drain out of him with the dregs of his orgasm. His legs began to give as Sam steadied him and then helped him to the bed.
He fell on his back as Sam began to crawl up his body. Lee was too relaxed to do anything to stop him. He was as limp as a ragdoll. He was about to doze off when he felt a tug at his neck.
Lee opened his eyes to see Sam beside him undoing the forgotten tie. Lee gave a lazy smile as the band of silk moved from under his neck.
“Now about this tie,” Sam said as he picked up one of Lee’s wrists and began tying a knot there. Lee laughed as his hands were moved together, bound, and tied to the headboard.
Whatever Sam had planned, Lee realized that maybe there were benefits to being a delegate and wearing a necktie after all.