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A Kinky Ship War
Hello friends! As we are all mostly aware, there is a Ship War at bsg_epics. So, to complement that fun event, the mods over at Epics have generously agreed to count all of our KINKY SHIP FICS towards the total ship counts when the war ends on Sunday at 5pm EST. The caveat is that you have to re-post your fics as comments to the actual ( Read more... )
Hello friends! As we are all mostly aware, there is a Ship War at bsg_epics. So, to complement that fun event, the mods over at Epics have generously agreed to count all of our KINKY SHIP FICS towards the total ship counts when the war ends on Sunday at 5pm EST. The caveat is that you have to re-post your fics as comments to the actual ( Read more... )
Gaius was tired of being directed. By the blonde in his head. By the President. By the Commander.
Get the cylon detector working Gaius.
Put your hand in the air during the Quorum meeting Gaius.
Fix the computer systems Gaius.
He was nobody's servant. He'd carved his way out of that when he had gotten off Aerilon.
Gaius Baltar was his own man. A man who could make his own decisions. A man who had been elected Vice President of (what remained of) the Twelve Colonies! Even if he had never wanted, cared for, or even truly pursued the position. Alright, how he got there wasn't really the point, but he had responsibilities now! As a public servant he-
-wait. Damn.
Well, at the very least he had his own agency.
Agency which he exercised by choosing to visit the Commander's quarters. Visit? Was visit the right word? He chose to go to the Commander's quarters. That seemed better.
Go there and tell the man that he was through doing his bidding. That he was not a soldier to blindly follow orders. That he was not just a simple civilian to be utilized! In fact, as a civilian, Adama had no right to tell him to do anything anyway. Especially now that he was Vice President.
Doctor Gaius Baltar, Vice President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol! Self-made man! Possessor of agency! Who had just walked into an unguarded room to find the commander of what was left of the military half dressed.
Either it was laundry day of the Commander liked to go commando.
Gaius fell back to his default when faced with a half naked human who possessed more power than him. (Roslin obviously worked with Adama on some kind of partnership deal and Gaius was quite used to being used as a military asset, really there were worse places to be)
Like standing in a room hitting on a half dressed man he had been originally going to visit in order to tell him to frak off thank you very much, he had his own workload to do that didn't need to include overhauling his computer system.
Adama was too startled to immediately respond. Gaius took the opportunity to close the hatch. After all, getting caught in a room with the half naked Commander of the fleet would probably make matters worse. Except now he was stuck alone in the room with the man he'd just hit on.
Gaius wondered if he was coming on too strong.
Adama just looked confused about the coming on to part. Was the man really that oblivious to flirting? Actually, it had been more like complimenting the first thing his eyes had been drawn to in order to try and bleed out the tension in the room. Except the tension was getting worse. Gaius didn't like being tense. He had spent a lot of money back on Caprica to make sure practiced hands kept him from ever getting tense.
Now it was all down to his hands, and his decisions, to keep things from getting tense. So Gaius chose the only reasonable course of action.
It only took a second and one quick glance towards the closed hatch for the Commander to find it reasonable too.
Gaius didn't like to think of it as servicing. It was a power play, certainly, making the older man groan, but just because he was on his knees didn't mean he was submitting to anything. If anything, he was submitting Adama to something.
Gaius' own curiosity for one. What could make the Commander of the Galactica beg?
The light application of teeth, apparently.
And no matter how his hair was tugged at, Gaius still made the decisions. Teasing the tip when he chose, sucking to the base when he knew he could manage.
And the swallowing was quite by choice thank you very much.
The Commander was already out of underwear. He obviously couldn't afford to start staining his pants.
Gaius walked out of the room with the same agency he had used to walk into it.
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His brain is certainly an interesting place to be and try and write from.
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