Fic: Beast (1/1) BSG
TITLE: Beast
AUTHOR: Laura Smith
PAIRING: Lee/Helo/Kara
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Hear it roar
DISCLAIMER: Battlestar Galactica and all the characters therein belong to people who are not me. I make no profit from this, I just like playing with them.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my dear inlovewithnight
Emotions aren’t always easy to hide, and Lee doesn’t pretend that he has any skill at it. Too often his personal feelings overwhelm him and he reacts, but as long as Kara Thrace is around, there’s no chance of anyone other than his father and, possibly, the President calling him on it.
Lee lets them bob to the surface, lets them slip through his fingers like bubbles that pop at the touch of air as he struggles to hold his breath underwater, struggling to keep something much more dangerous beneath the waves.
Lee hides what he wants. He hides it so deep and buried inside him half the time he doesn’t recognize the need, doesn’t acknowledge its existence, doesn’t accept it as part of him. But other times, it grows, takes him over and leaves him shaking as he fights its demands. He’s lost five times before, and each time ended more painfully than the last - in ways he wanted and ways he didn’t . He feels the need growing inside him again, and nothing he does seems capable of keeping it in check.
Which is why he’s here in the gym, his fists taped but not gloved as he beats the punching bag with a force that leaves him gasping and sweating, his body wet and slick with moisture. He backs away, panting hard as he reaches for the bottle on the floor and drags down a long swallow of burning alcohol, seeking exhaustion or oblivion or a combination of the two.
He can hear Kara and Karl sparring across the room and he puts the bottle down, his heart pounding with the pulse of his blood as he listens to them. Their words are scattered and sparse, breathless between blows. The sound of flesh on flesh - pounding fists and the flat, hard sound of impact - echoes through to his room and he reaches for the bottle again, taking another long pull.
Lee returns to the bag and hits it, closing his eyes on contact. He wills himself deeper into his routine, closing off his mind with every swing, feeding the beast inside him with the jarring pain that shoots up his arms. It feasts and growls, wanting more and Lee clenches his teeth to keep the low keen of need from slipping past his lips.
He lets his focus slip, finding himself remembering the few times he’s freed the beast inside him - his sixteenth birthday, his last night at the academy, the night of the riots on Picon, the night he’d hear about Zak’s death, the night he’d been told he’d be coming to Galactica - relives the moments until the sharp intakes of air have nothing to do with his work-out and everything to do with the need pulsing through his blood.
He doesn’t hear their voices, doesn’t feel the shift of air, doesn’t see the flare of the bag as it swings back hard and hits him, sending him stumbling into the strong, hard grip of Kara’s arms, her skin sliding against the slick heat of his. Karl displaces the bag in Lee’s vision and Lee struggles to breathe past the growing heat flooding through him. Kara’s grip tightens and Lee moans, her forearms and biceps locked around his shoulders, pulling him back just enough to arch his body slightly toward Helo.
“Hit him,” Kara whispers, the sound like a caress against Lee’s sweat-soaked hair. Helo’s eyes are uncertain until he looks up and meets Lee’s gaze, and Lee knows the glazed fire of want is burning in his eyes. “Hit him, Karl, and listen.”
Lee moans again as the punch lands, his body curving back against Kara’s. Her hold on him tightens and she bites his earlobe hard, earning another moan that’s cut off by the hard impact of Helo’s other fist, forcing the air out of Lee in a huff. Sweat splatters off his flat stomach and speckles Helo’s tanks and skin and Lee licks his lips, breath coming hard and fast through his parted lips.
“Shall I tell you a secret about our CAG, Helo?” Kara shifts her grip and drags Lee’s arms down behind his back, her breath still fanning against his rapidly cooling skin. “Our CAG here, he likes it rough. Likes to be held down and frakked hard. And like everything else that feels good, Apollo here hates himself for liking it, so he thinks he needs it so hard it hurts.” Her voice is low and throaty as she shoves Lee against the wall, one hand between his shoulder blades as the other holds his wrists in the small of his back. “Don’t you, Lee?”
Lee nods, desperately as the roar of the beast inside him resonates through his veins. “Yes.”
“Hit him, Helo.” Kara’s voice is thick with desire, the order clear in her words. “It’s what you want, isn’t it, Captain?”
His reply is lost as Helo’s fist slams into his kidney, falling to his knees at the force of the blow. He groans low and thick, his eyes closed as he rests his head against the wall, his lips parted. He nods as his breath comes back to him, managing to speak softly. “Yes.”
Helo jerks Lee to his feet and throws him against the wall, something wild in his eyes as Lee meets them. A frisson of heat snakes down Lee’s spine as he cuts his gaze to Kara, noting the dark rings of desire around the pale hazel of her eyes as she approaches, hips swaying with promise. “I don’t think anyone gave you permission to talk,” she jerks her leg hard and fast, her boot landing squarely in the center of his chest and sending him harder into the wall. “Sir.”
Lee’s breath catches in his chest and he gasps, the throbbing pain in his chest trickling down like the sweat on his skin to pool in his groin. Kara comes closer, her hand trailing down Lee’s arm for a moment, before tightening in a hard grip at his elbow. She jerks him forward and he stumbles to follow, his body tight with tension as Helo copies her posture and her grip and helps her toss Lee facedown onto the stack of mats in the corner of the room.
“You remember, Lee?”
Kara grabs his hands and jerks him hard across the surface of the mats, his slick skin sticking to the surface, every pull of her hands forcing a whimper of pain from between his lips. She pulls harder and brings her face close to his, her breath fanning over his ear.
“Do you remember?”
Helo’s hands are on Lee’s hips, fingertips brushing Lee’s skin as his thumbs weave small circles on the thin fabric of Lee’s shorts. He can feel himself hardening further, cock pressing against his boxer-briefs as he thrusts against the mats, lifting his eyes to Kara’s. “Yes.”
“Strip him, Helo.”
The hands against his hips falter and Lee groans, thrusting back against them, pulling against Kara’s tight grip. Helo’s own hips jerk forward and Lee can feel the hard press of Helo’s cock grind against his ass. Another groan slips past his lips and he shudders with need.
“You walked in on us, didn’t you, Lee?” Kara’s voice is taunting, knowing. Lee makes himself forget that she knows this side of him, holds this over him. She kisses him hard and fast and breaks the last tentative hold he has on himself as it all surges through him. She breaks away and looks up, meeting Helo’s eyes over the curve of Lee’s shoulder, the arch of his back. “Strip him, Helo. That’s an order.”
He fights to swallow past the thickness of his throat as Helo’s hand jerk away his shorts and boxer briefs, exposing Lee’s body to the chill air of the room, the recycled breeze cool against his overheated skin.
Kara’s fingers grip his wrists, holding him tight to the mats. “You walked in on us and you watched.”
Lee groans, unable to stop the sound as Helo’s strong hands settle on the curve of Lee’s ass, the large span of his palms and fingers digging into Lee’s skin.
“Watched me riding him. Watched my body as it moved over his.” She leans in and bites his earlobe again, sucking on it hard. When she pulls away, her voice nearly breaks. “Didn’t you, Lee?”
He nods, making himself hold her gaze as Helo’s hands continue to stroke the firm muscles of his ass, knead the flesh, prizing it apart. He can picture her naked body - breasts moving with every stroke, nipples hard, muscles tight, control rigid in every feature - can remember moving into the room and catching her eyes, watching the slow smile of pleasure slide across her mouth until she was coming, her body clenching around Zak’s. He can hear the low groan of Zak’s disappointment as she moved off of him, watching Lee’s eyes fall to his brother’s hard cock.
Helo’s hands sweep down, thumbs sliding over the tense muscle. Kara smiles wickedly and shakes her head. “None of that, Karl. Our CAG wants it to hurt.” Lee hears the slide and rustle of cloth and fasteners, but his mind can’t process them, his eyes locked on the sight of Zak getting off the bed, anger flashing in his eyes, naked and flushed with sweat, Kara’s triumphant smile as she came around behind Lee and shoved him toward his brother and told Zak to punish him. Make him sorry.
The air suddenly reeks of medicinal balm, the camphor filling the room in the instant before Helo’s cock is hard against Lee’s ass. The slick stench burns Lee’s skin as he gasps aloud, eyes wide and locked on Kara’s, seeing memory bright in them as well.
“Fast and hard, Helo,” Kara croons, her grip like a vice around Lee’s wrists, jerking him hard against the stack of mats, the rough seams cutting into Lee’s skin, grating against his flesh. “No mercy. Our CAG doesn’t want to fuck like he fights, all precision and regulations. He wants to spin out of control until he can’t tell his ass from his accelerator.”
Heat and pain flash through Lee in equal measure as Helo slides into him. Lee bites his lower lip, tasting blood and sweat, his hands balling into fists, his wrists flexing in Kara’s ever tightening grip.
“You remember when he pinned you to the bed, Lee?” The words were whispered, for Lee’s ears alone. “Me holding you to the bed and him inside you. You wanted it so badly, didn’t you? Wanted it. Needed it. Begged for it. You didn’t think I could hold you down well enough. I had to hold you through the bars of the bed, the metal nearly breaking your wrists and let him fuck you.”
He cries out softly, closing his eyes. Kara’s sharp teeth bite hard and force them open again. Lee licks his trembling lips as Helo stills, buried completely inside him. He feels raw and split open, exposed. Kara holds his gaze as they all remain in a frozen tableau and then smiles.
“Fuck him, Helo. Hard and fast and deep. Make him beg. Make him whimper. You make him scream, and any shift you want is yours.” Kara’s voice is thick and her eyes never leave Lee’s. “Zak couldn’t do it, could he, Lee? Couldn’t make you scream.”
“No,” Lee gasps as Helo’s hands tighten on his hips, holding him still as he rocks back then slams forward, forcing a low grunt from between Lee’s lips.
Kara bares her teeth and jerks hard at Lee’s arms, the force of her efforts bringing Lee hard against the mats, a cry of pain breaking free as his swollen cock makes contact, the force doubled as Helo’s body collided painfully with his, driving him harder into the unforgiving mass.
“Oh.” The word slips free from Lee’s lips - half gasp, half sob. He blinks back tears of pain, of pleasure and turns his hands, grasping Kara’s forearms, his own fingers digging into her flesh as hard as hers score his, jerking her forward as best he can until his mouth finds her parted lips, her panted breath.
Helo’s rough breathing rains on Lee’s back, his cock pounding a hard rhythm as his hips rock against Lee, the loud slap of skin on skin like the steady beat of Lee’s fists against the bag. Lee’s chest aches from breathing, from the hard press of the mat against him, his flesh sticking and pulling against the plastic. Pain dances along his nerve endings as Kara breaks the kiss with a sharp bite to his lip and sinks to her knees, her weight pulling him down, spreading his legs further as Helo shifts, sliding deeper.
“Frak,” Lee hisses, pain and pleasure firing through him as he grinds back and then forward. His cock aches and burns as it rubs against the mat, his hips flare with the hard pressure of Helo’s hands. “Y…yes. Oh, frak.” He’s gasping, near begging as everything falls away but sensation. Kara’s eyes close and Lee swallows and surrenders. “Harder. Gods, Zak. Harder.”
“Not,” Helo’s voice is like the rasp of a file against Lee’s nerves, “Not Zak, you frakker.” His hands leave Lee’s hips, reaching out to grasp the opposite side of the mat, thrusting deeper still. Lee’s cry spills from his lips, the sound suddenly choked off as Helo winds one hand around the chain of Lee’s dog tags and jerks them, pulling them hard and tight across his throat. “Say my name.”
“Helo,” Kara’s eyes are wide, even in Lee’s sharply blurred vision and she releases Lee’s hands quickly. Lee manages a groan of protest as he thrusts back harder against Helo’s own desperate thrusts. “Helo, let him go.”
“N...no.” Lee manages the word as Helo responds to Kara’s command, his breath feeling like flames in his throat. “No, Helo. More. Harder. Please. Please.” He’s panting and gasping and desperate, his body burning with the heat of his namesake. “Tighter.”
Helo grasps the chain again and jerks just as Lee swallows, forcing a choking groan from Lee’s mouth. Kara’s eyes are still wide as Lee’s own close, his smile spreading across his face as his body shudders, release pulsing flames through his skin. Helo stills against him and loosens his hold on the chain, not letting it go until Lee feels the last pulse of the other man’s climax buried inside him.
Kara moves around the mat as Helo eases away, catching Lee before he manages to fall all the way to the floor. She lays him out and hisses at the sight of him. “Frak.”
Lee opens his eye and lifts his head, looking down at the abraded skin of his thighs and stomach and cock. Pain is going to live in him for weeks. He lets his head fall back and smiles, his heavy breathing burning through his throat. Kara kneels beside him and touches the line that marks his neck then lets her fingers trail down his chest.
“What’s the matter, Starbuck?” He opens his eyes again and holds her hazel gaze. “It wasn’t good for you too?”
“Frak you, Lee,” she whispers fiercely.
He smiles and shakes his head, the beast coiled back in his stomach, drunk and sated and silent. “Give me a week, Starbuck. I should be recovered by then.”
AUTHOR: Laura Smith
PAIRING: Lee/Helo/Kara
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Hear it roar
DISCLAIMER: Battlestar Galactica and all the characters therein belong to people who are not me. I make no profit from this, I just like playing with them.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my dear inlovewithnight
Emotions aren’t always easy to hide, and Lee doesn’t pretend that he has any skill at it. Too often his personal feelings overwhelm him and he reacts, but as long as Kara Thrace is around, there’s no chance of anyone other than his father and, possibly, the President calling him on it.
Lee lets them bob to the surface, lets them slip through his fingers like bubbles that pop at the touch of air as he struggles to hold his breath underwater, struggling to keep something much more dangerous beneath the waves.
Lee hides what he wants. He hides it so deep and buried inside him half the time he doesn’t recognize the need, doesn’t acknowledge its existence, doesn’t accept it as part of him. But other times, it grows, takes him over and leaves him shaking as he fights its demands. He’s lost five times before, and each time ended more painfully than the last - in ways he wanted and ways he didn’t . He feels the need growing inside him again, and nothing he does seems capable of keeping it in check.
Which is why he’s here in the gym, his fists taped but not gloved as he beats the punching bag with a force that leaves him gasping and sweating, his body wet and slick with moisture. He backs away, panting hard as he reaches for the bottle on the floor and drags down a long swallow of burning alcohol, seeking exhaustion or oblivion or a combination of the two.
He can hear Kara and Karl sparring across the room and he puts the bottle down, his heart pounding with the pulse of his blood as he listens to them. Their words are scattered and sparse, breathless between blows. The sound of flesh on flesh - pounding fists and the flat, hard sound of impact - echoes through to his room and he reaches for the bottle again, taking another long pull.
Lee returns to the bag and hits it, closing his eyes on contact. He wills himself deeper into his routine, closing off his mind with every swing, feeding the beast inside him with the jarring pain that shoots up his arms. It feasts and growls, wanting more and Lee clenches his teeth to keep the low keen of need from slipping past his lips.
He lets his focus slip, finding himself remembering the few times he’s freed the beast inside him - his sixteenth birthday, his last night at the academy, the night of the riots on Picon, the night he’d hear about Zak’s death, the night he’d been told he’d be coming to Galactica - relives the moments until the sharp intakes of air have nothing to do with his work-out and everything to do with the need pulsing through his blood.
He doesn’t hear their voices, doesn’t feel the shift of air, doesn’t see the flare of the bag as it swings back hard and hits him, sending him stumbling into the strong, hard grip of Kara’s arms, her skin sliding against the slick heat of his. Karl displaces the bag in Lee’s vision and Lee struggles to breathe past the growing heat flooding through him. Kara’s grip tightens and Lee moans, her forearms and biceps locked around his shoulders, pulling him back just enough to arch his body slightly toward Helo.
“Hit him,” Kara whispers, the sound like a caress against Lee’s sweat-soaked hair. Helo’s eyes are uncertain until he looks up and meets Lee’s gaze, and Lee knows the glazed fire of want is burning in his eyes. “Hit him, Karl, and listen.”
Lee moans again as the punch lands, his body curving back against Kara’s. Her hold on him tightens and she bites his earlobe hard, earning another moan that’s cut off by the hard impact of Helo’s other fist, forcing the air out of Lee in a huff. Sweat splatters off his flat stomach and speckles Helo’s tanks and skin and Lee licks his lips, breath coming hard and fast through his parted lips.
“Shall I tell you a secret about our CAG, Helo?” Kara shifts her grip and drags Lee’s arms down behind his back, her breath still fanning against his rapidly cooling skin. “Our CAG here, he likes it rough. Likes to be held down and frakked hard. And like everything else that feels good, Apollo here hates himself for liking it, so he thinks he needs it so hard it hurts.” Her voice is low and throaty as she shoves Lee against the wall, one hand between his shoulder blades as the other holds his wrists in the small of his back. “Don’t you, Lee?”
Lee nods, desperately as the roar of the beast inside him resonates through his veins. “Yes.”
“Hit him, Helo.” Kara’s voice is thick with desire, the order clear in her words. “It’s what you want, isn’t it, Captain?”
His reply is lost as Helo’s fist slams into his kidney, falling to his knees at the force of the blow. He groans low and thick, his eyes closed as he rests his head against the wall, his lips parted. He nods as his breath comes back to him, managing to speak softly. “Yes.”
Helo jerks Lee to his feet and throws him against the wall, something wild in his eyes as Lee meets them. A frisson of heat snakes down Lee’s spine as he cuts his gaze to Kara, noting the dark rings of desire around the pale hazel of her eyes as she approaches, hips swaying with promise. “I don’t think anyone gave you permission to talk,” she jerks her leg hard and fast, her boot landing squarely in the center of his chest and sending him harder into the wall. “Sir.”
Lee’s breath catches in his chest and he gasps, the throbbing pain in his chest trickling down like the sweat on his skin to pool in his groin. Kara comes closer, her hand trailing down Lee’s arm for a moment, before tightening in a hard grip at his elbow. She jerks him forward and he stumbles to follow, his body tight with tension as Helo copies her posture and her grip and helps her toss Lee facedown onto the stack of mats in the corner of the room.
“You remember, Lee?”
Kara grabs his hands and jerks him hard across the surface of the mats, his slick skin sticking to the surface, every pull of her hands forcing a whimper of pain from between his lips. She pulls harder and brings her face close to his, her breath fanning over his ear.
“Do you remember?”
Helo’s hands are on Lee’s hips, fingertips brushing Lee’s skin as his thumbs weave small circles on the thin fabric of Lee’s shorts. He can feel himself hardening further, cock pressing against his boxer-briefs as he thrusts against the mats, lifting his eyes to Kara’s. “Yes.”
“Strip him, Helo.”
The hands against his hips falter and Lee groans, thrusting back against them, pulling against Kara’s tight grip. Helo’s own hips jerk forward and Lee can feel the hard press of Helo’s cock grind against his ass. Another groan slips past his lips and he shudders with need.
“You walked in on us, didn’t you, Lee?” Kara’s voice is taunting, knowing. Lee makes himself forget that she knows this side of him, holds this over him. She kisses him hard and fast and breaks the last tentative hold he has on himself as it all surges through him. She breaks away and looks up, meeting Helo’s eyes over the curve of Lee’s shoulder, the arch of his back. “Strip him, Helo. That’s an order.”
He fights to swallow past the thickness of his throat as Helo’s hand jerk away his shorts and boxer briefs, exposing Lee’s body to the chill air of the room, the recycled breeze cool against his overheated skin.
Kara’s fingers grip his wrists, holding him tight to the mats. “You walked in on us and you watched.”
Lee groans, unable to stop the sound as Helo’s strong hands settle on the curve of Lee’s ass, the large span of his palms and fingers digging into Lee’s skin.
“Watched me riding him. Watched my body as it moved over his.” She leans in and bites his earlobe again, sucking on it hard. When she pulls away, her voice nearly breaks. “Didn’t you, Lee?”
He nods, making himself hold her gaze as Helo’s hands continue to stroke the firm muscles of his ass, knead the flesh, prizing it apart. He can picture her naked body - breasts moving with every stroke, nipples hard, muscles tight, control rigid in every feature - can remember moving into the room and catching her eyes, watching the slow smile of pleasure slide across her mouth until she was coming, her body clenching around Zak’s. He can hear the low groan of Zak’s disappointment as she moved off of him, watching Lee’s eyes fall to his brother’s hard cock.
Helo’s hands sweep down, thumbs sliding over the tense muscle. Kara smiles wickedly and shakes her head. “None of that, Karl. Our CAG wants it to hurt.” Lee hears the slide and rustle of cloth and fasteners, but his mind can’t process them, his eyes locked on the sight of Zak getting off the bed, anger flashing in his eyes, naked and flushed with sweat, Kara’s triumphant smile as she came around behind Lee and shoved him toward his brother and told Zak to punish him. Make him sorry.
The air suddenly reeks of medicinal balm, the camphor filling the room in the instant before Helo’s cock is hard against Lee’s ass. The slick stench burns Lee’s skin as he gasps aloud, eyes wide and locked on Kara’s, seeing memory bright in them as well.
“Fast and hard, Helo,” Kara croons, her grip like a vice around Lee’s wrists, jerking him hard against the stack of mats, the rough seams cutting into Lee’s skin, grating against his flesh. “No mercy. Our CAG doesn’t want to fuck like he fights, all precision and regulations. He wants to spin out of control until he can’t tell his ass from his accelerator.”
Heat and pain flash through Lee in equal measure as Helo slides into him. Lee bites his lower lip, tasting blood and sweat, his hands balling into fists, his wrists flexing in Kara’s ever tightening grip.
“You remember when he pinned you to the bed, Lee?” The words were whispered, for Lee’s ears alone. “Me holding you to the bed and him inside you. You wanted it so badly, didn’t you? Wanted it. Needed it. Begged for it. You didn’t think I could hold you down well enough. I had to hold you through the bars of the bed, the metal nearly breaking your wrists and let him fuck you.”
He cries out softly, closing his eyes. Kara’s sharp teeth bite hard and force them open again. Lee licks his trembling lips as Helo stills, buried completely inside him. He feels raw and split open, exposed. Kara holds his gaze as they all remain in a frozen tableau and then smiles.
“Fuck him, Helo. Hard and fast and deep. Make him beg. Make him whimper. You make him scream, and any shift you want is yours.” Kara’s voice is thick and her eyes never leave Lee’s. “Zak couldn’t do it, could he, Lee? Couldn’t make you scream.”
“No,” Lee gasps as Helo’s hands tighten on his hips, holding him still as he rocks back then slams forward, forcing a low grunt from between Lee’s lips.
Kara bares her teeth and jerks hard at Lee’s arms, the force of her efforts bringing Lee hard against the mats, a cry of pain breaking free as his swollen cock makes contact, the force doubled as Helo’s body collided painfully with his, driving him harder into the unforgiving mass.
“Oh.” The word slips free from Lee’s lips - half gasp, half sob. He blinks back tears of pain, of pleasure and turns his hands, grasping Kara’s forearms, his own fingers digging into her flesh as hard as hers score his, jerking her forward as best he can until his mouth finds her parted lips, her panted breath.
Helo’s rough breathing rains on Lee’s back, his cock pounding a hard rhythm as his hips rock against Lee, the loud slap of skin on skin like the steady beat of Lee’s fists against the bag. Lee’s chest aches from breathing, from the hard press of the mat against him, his flesh sticking and pulling against the plastic. Pain dances along his nerve endings as Kara breaks the kiss with a sharp bite to his lip and sinks to her knees, her weight pulling him down, spreading his legs further as Helo shifts, sliding deeper.
“Frak,” Lee hisses, pain and pleasure firing through him as he grinds back and then forward. His cock aches and burns as it rubs against the mat, his hips flare with the hard pressure of Helo’s hands. “Y…yes. Oh, frak.” He’s gasping, near begging as everything falls away but sensation. Kara’s eyes close and Lee swallows and surrenders. “Harder. Gods, Zak. Harder.”
“Not,” Helo’s voice is like the rasp of a file against Lee’s nerves, “Not Zak, you frakker.” His hands leave Lee’s hips, reaching out to grasp the opposite side of the mat, thrusting deeper still. Lee’s cry spills from his lips, the sound suddenly choked off as Helo winds one hand around the chain of Lee’s dog tags and jerks them, pulling them hard and tight across his throat. “Say my name.”
“Helo,” Kara’s eyes are wide, even in Lee’s sharply blurred vision and she releases Lee’s hands quickly. Lee manages a groan of protest as he thrusts back harder against Helo’s own desperate thrusts. “Helo, let him go.”
“N...no.” Lee manages the word as Helo responds to Kara’s command, his breath feeling like flames in his throat. “No, Helo. More. Harder. Please. Please.” He’s panting and gasping and desperate, his body burning with the heat of his namesake. “Tighter.”
Helo grasps the chain again and jerks just as Lee swallows, forcing a choking groan from Lee’s mouth. Kara’s eyes are still wide as Lee’s own close, his smile spreading across his face as his body shudders, release pulsing flames through his skin. Helo stills against him and loosens his hold on the chain, not letting it go until Lee feels the last pulse of the other man’s climax buried inside him.
Kara moves around the mat as Helo eases away, catching Lee before he manages to fall all the way to the floor. She lays him out and hisses at the sight of him. “Frak.”
Lee opens his eye and lifts his head, looking down at the abraded skin of his thighs and stomach and cock. Pain is going to live in him for weeks. He lets his head fall back and smiles, his heavy breathing burning through his throat. Kara kneels beside him and touches the line that marks his neck then lets her fingers trail down his chest.
“What’s the matter, Starbuck?” He opens his eyes again and holds her hazel gaze. “It wasn’t good for you too?”
“Frak you, Lee,” she whispers fiercely.
He smiles and shakes his head, the beast coiled back in his stomach, drunk and sated and silent. “Give me a week, Starbuck. I should be recovered by then.”