Private Showing, Gaeta/Skulls, voyerism, Raptor, Rlls_mutantOctober 13 2008, 15:34:39 UTC
"See?" Racetrack said, wedged under the seats. "It sticks."
"Yeah," Cally said, testing it herself. "I can fix that. I'll get- hey." The Raptor door began to open. "What the- did you do that?"
"No, I-"
"Come on," they heard Skulls say, his voice low and intimate, "no one should be here."
"Thank Gods," a distinctly male voice answered. Cally and Racetrack exchanged glances. Without conferring, they both sank lower under the seats.
"C'mere, Gaeta," Skulls said, and Cally buried her face in the seat and Racetrack covered her mouth, both of them stifling their laughter.
The Raptor door closed, and the two men wasted no time. They were on each other, kissing messily and tearing at each other's clothing. "This is gonna be good," Racetrack whispered. Cally nodded agreement.
They weren't much for foreplay, stripping away shirts and yanking down pants, pushing against each other once they were naked. Skulls backed Gaeta up against the ECO console and then hoisted him up, wrapping his legs around his waist.
"Come on," Gaeta moaned, "frak me already."
"Where's the lube?"
Gaeta stilled. "I thought you brought it." Skulls shook his head. "Well, find something," Gaeta demanded.
Racetrack nudged Cally frantically, but Cally was already on it. She found a packet and slid it along the floor to where they could see it. Skulls picked it up.
"What's that?" Gaeta asked.
"Motor oil. You don't want me to use that."
"It's all we've got."
"Gaeta, I-"
"Stop arguing and just do it!" Gaeta ground out, leaning back and pulling his knees up closer to his chest. Skulls took one look and tore open the packet with his teeth.
"I can't believe they're going to use motor oil," Racetrack whispered.
"I can't believe Gaeta is so pushy," Cally returned. "Who knew?"
Skulls was doing something with his hand, but Gaeta batted it away. "I don't need it," he gasped. "Just frak me already."
"So say we all!" Cally and Racetrack enthused in a whispered chorus. They both covered their mouths, but all giggles were effectively silenced by the sight of Skulls pushing into Gaeta. They moved together with the ease of obvious practice, both of them moaning quite audibly.
"Gods, they're noisy," Cally muttered as Skulls slammed into Gaeta, releasing something close to a shout from both of them. "I hope I don't sound this stupid having sex. And- oh shit, they'd better not break that monitor!"
"Did he just spank him?" Racetrack asked, her eyes wide.
They didn't get an answer. Gaeta's foot hit the controls for the Raptor door, and the door began to open. "Oh, frak," Racetrack said, because there was no measure of the amount of trouble they would get into if this little show was made public. She jumped up and slapped the controls that were at the pilot's console.
The guys stopped, Skulls still buried balls deep in Gaeta.
"What was that?"
Racetrack and Cally stood up. "Hi," Cally said simply, giving a little wave.
"Oh, Gods." Gaeta buried his face in Skulls's shoulder. "Oh my Gods."
"Yes, so we've heard," Racetrack said dryly. Gaeta's face wasn't visible, but his ears were bright red. "Skulls."
"Yes, sir?"
"You owe me for not reporting this."
"Yes, sir."
"And you owe me for the motor oil," Cally added gleefully. "And the special soap I'll give you guys to get it off, although you'll both stink like oranges, and it is kind of gritty."
Gaeta cringed, but tried to recover some dignity. "Thank you, Specialist."
"You are so lucky you didn't come on the controls."
Racetrack sputtered with laughter. She decided they'd been tortured enough and began handing them their clothing. "Thanks," Skulls said grudgingly, as he sorted out whose underwear was whose and pulled his own on.
"Anytime. I do have to say, it was very hot."
"Very hot," Cally agreed.
"And any time you guys might like an audience," she draped her arm around Cally's shoulders, "we'll volunteer."
I love this. I've always found comedy in slash fanfiction (primarily written by women, in my experience) with female voyeurism because there's something sort of... all knowing about that, like a little wink. And that's just so cute and adorable.
Thanks :) I gleefully admit to using Cally as a self-insert here. (I know she's not a popular character, but I identify with Cally way too much.) And yeah, definitely a little wink. Self-awareness is fun! :) Glad you enjoyed it.
Holy crap that was stinkin' hilarious! I loved every second of it. Especially when the girls gave away their location. Whoopsie! So fantastic. Lots of love and laughs for this fic!
eeee!! this is hilarious! i love how gleeful cally and reacetrack are to be witnessing it! who wouldn't be right? this is awesome, so much fun to read :)
Thanks! And yeah, I would be, too ;) I was actually thinking about Gaeta's request for porn in Pegasus, and if he was suffering from the lack, others must be too, right? :)
Thanks! :) I like writing Felix pushy- like you said, "Bitch Queen" could be an excellent callsign for him :) If I get the chance, I so want to write Gaeta/Skulls first time for this. I'm really starting to like this pairing....
Thanks :) I had a lot of fun writing this. It was a nice silly break :)
And ouch! Motor oil! Totally fun.
Well, for us! Probably not so much for them. And I keep waiting for someone to know the soap I'm talking about. It's got bits of pumice or something in it, and it smells REALLY strongly like oranges. We used it all the time in the lab for getting motor oil and diesel and stuff off. (Although it still didn't totally take care of the diesel smell, so you just smelled like diesel AND oranges. :P) But it would be really, really uncomfortable for the guys.
"Yeah," Cally said, testing it herself. "I can fix that. I'll get- hey." The Raptor door began to open. "What the- did you do that?"
"No, I-"
"Come on," they heard Skulls say, his voice low and intimate, "no one should be here."
"Thank Gods," a distinctly male voice answered. Cally and Racetrack exchanged glances. Without conferring, they both sank lower under the seats.
"C'mere, Gaeta," Skulls said, and Cally buried her face in the seat and Racetrack covered her mouth, both of them stifling their laughter.
The Raptor door closed, and the two men wasted no time. They were on each other, kissing messily and tearing at each other's clothing. "This is gonna be good," Racetrack whispered. Cally nodded agreement.
They weren't much for foreplay, stripping away shirts and yanking down pants, pushing against each other once they were naked. Skulls backed Gaeta up against the ECO console and then hoisted him up, wrapping his legs around his waist.
"Come on," Gaeta moaned, "frak me already."
"Where's the lube?"
Gaeta stilled. "I thought you brought it." Skulls shook his head. "Well, find something," Gaeta demanded.
Racetrack nudged Cally frantically, but Cally was already on it. She found a packet and slid it along the floor to where they could see it. Skulls picked it up.
"What's that?" Gaeta asked.
"Motor oil. You don't want me to use that."
"It's all we've got."
"Gaeta, I-"
"Stop arguing and just do it!" Gaeta ground out, leaning back and pulling his knees up closer to his chest. Skulls took one look and tore open the packet with his teeth.
"I can't believe they're going to use motor oil," Racetrack whispered.
"I can't believe Gaeta is so pushy," Cally returned. "Who knew?"
Skulls was doing something with his hand, but Gaeta batted it away. "I don't need it," he gasped. "Just frak me already."
"So say we all!" Cally and Racetrack enthused in a whispered chorus. They both covered their mouths, but all giggles were effectively silenced by the sight of Skulls pushing into Gaeta. They moved together with the ease of obvious practice, both of them moaning quite audibly.
"Gods, they're noisy," Cally muttered as Skulls slammed into Gaeta, releasing something close to a shout from both of them. "I hope I don't sound this stupid having sex. And- oh shit, they'd better not break that monitor!"
"Did he just spank him?" Racetrack asked, her eyes wide.
They didn't get an answer. Gaeta's foot hit the controls for the Raptor door, and the door began to open. "Oh, frak," Racetrack said, because there was no measure of the amount of trouble they would get into if this little show was made public. She jumped up and slapped the controls that were at the pilot's console.
The guys stopped, Skulls still buried balls deep in Gaeta.
"What was that?"
Racetrack and Cally stood up. "Hi," Cally said simply, giving a little wave.
"Oh, Gods." Gaeta buried his face in Skulls's shoulder. "Oh my Gods."
"Yes, so we've heard," Racetrack said dryly. Gaeta's face wasn't visible, but his ears were bright red. "Skulls."
"Yes, sir?"
"You owe me for not reporting this."
"Yes, sir."
"And you owe me for the motor oil," Cally added gleefully. "And the special soap I'll give you guys to get it off, although you'll both stink like oranges, and it is kind of gritty."
Gaeta cringed, but tried to recover some dignity. "Thank you, Specialist."
"You are so lucky you didn't come on the controls."
Racetrack sputtered with laughter. She decided they'd been tortured enough and began handing them their clothing. "Thanks," Skulls said grudgingly, as he sorted out whose underwear was whose and pulled his own on.
"Anytime. I do have to say, it was very hot."
"Very hot," Cally agreed.
"And any time you guys might like an audience," she draped her arm around Cally's shoulders, "we'll volunteer."
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i love how gleeful cally and reacetrack are to be witnessing it! who wouldn't be right?
this is awesome, so much fun to read :)
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My favorite moment was where Cally gives that little shy wave and Gaeta buries his head in Skulls' shoulder in utter mortification. So cute!
And ouch! Motor oil! Totally fun.
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And ouch! Motor oil! Totally fun.
Well, for us! Probably not so much for them. And I keep waiting for someone to know the soap I'm talking about. It's got bits of pumice or something in it, and it smells REALLY strongly like oranges. We used it all the time in the lab for getting motor oil and diesel and stuff off. (Although it still didn't totally take care of the diesel smell, so you just smelled like diesel AND oranges. :P) But it would be really, really uncomfortable for the guys.
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"Skulls."
"Yes, sir?"
"You owe me for not reporting this."
"Yes, sir."
Because really, what else can Skulls say?
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