Fic: Private Screening
“Be serious,” came the laughing reply. “Do this for me and I might even shave it.”
“I’m not that dumb or lucky, Bill.”
Lee chuckled as he reached forward and grabbed his drink. None of them were that lucky. He didn’t know what the hell his father was thinking when he’d brought back that look. He was sure that any day now the Old Man would probably start wearing gold chains and shirts unbuttoned down to nearly his navel when off duty. Although maybe not now that he had to worry about how to keep getting laid. Thank gods he had hooked up with a woman with taste who’d lock that shit down.
“Fair enough. Now come on. Do you feel sexy?”
She offered a relenting smile and then nodded. “I do.”
“Tell me what makes you feel that way.”
“You. The way you look at me, like I’m still young, like I’m still firm in all the right places and soft in the others.”
“You are, Laura. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen - at any age.”
“You’re biased,” she accused with a dismissive wave that poorly masked the touched smile that was spreading across her features and lighting up her eyes like a Caprican sunrise as the camera zoomed in on her face.
“No, I’m smart and lucky.”
A tear welled in the corner of her eye, before she reached with a dramatic sigh to loosen the belt on her robe, camera chasing her hand as it teased the possibility of more. “Tell me what you want.”
“To know what you do when you miss me.”
“Smooth,” Lee snickered as he took another swig of his drink and then saluted his dad with the glass. It was even better that he knew his father was completely sincere. So good when you got it without even having to try and be someone you weren’t.
Putting down the glass, Lee felt a sudden pang of guilt for watching this private moment between them. It was becoming quite clear that they weren’t just frakking because they were horny or bored. There were real feelings playing out on that screen, and he was happy for both of them. A realization in and of itself that kind of surprised him. He was happy for his father. Not relieved for him, or begrudgingly glad to see him in a good place, but genuinely happy for his joy. Lee couldn’t even remember a time when that had been the case. He reached forward to flip off the player. He’d make do tonight with the conventional porn.
“I touch myself. Would you like to see how?”
“Hell yes!”
Lee laughed, finger now frozen above the off button. His growled answer had not only been identical, but also nearly as deep and enthusiastic as his father’s reply from behind the camera. Like father like son he supposed. Most of the time that thought gave him heartburn, but when it came to lusting after the likes of Laura Roslin he didn’t mind being a chip off the old block. Looking at the screen and watching her run her hand teasingly beneath the fabric of her robe to rile up her audience, Lee realized he couldn’t possibly turn this off. You just don’t pass on shit this hot, not even for the Old Man. So long as he kept his naked, pornstached ass on the far side of the camera of course.
Feeling his groin start to tingle and tighten, Lee sat back to enjoy the show, slipping his thumb just beneath the band of his sweatpants, hand hooked over its edge, resting but ready. Frak tact, respect and good taste. He was alone here. Nobody would know. School was now in session, and Miss Roslin was about to deliver her first lesson.
“I guess I’m overdressed for this demonstration,” Laura observed as she finished untying her robe. It peeked open, and the camera danced, zooming in and out, working to capture every hint of forbidden skin. She stood, fabric rippling, and turned slowly, lowering the robe to her waist to reveal her back, a broad expanse of creamy skin dotted with freckles, proof that a faraway sun had once kissed her body. She turned her head back to smile coquettishly over her bared shoulder before letting the robe fall to the floor.
“Oh dear, I made a mess,” she teased as the camera lingered on the soft curves of her ass. Careful to show only her back to the lens, Laura knelt to gather the robe in her arms and spread it over the soft leather of the couch. “Better take precautions. I know this is going to get sticky.”
Her explanation drew a hungry groan from off camera that she acknowledged with a dip of her head and a soft titter that was barely audible.
Clearly she was getting the hang of being a porn star diva. At least that was what Lee thought as he slipped his hand beneath his pants to cup his now hard cock as it strained against the fabric of his briefs. She needed to move this along, because seeing only the swell of her breasts as they curved out from the side of the long, lean lines of her back was godsdamn killing him. He sucked in a breath, shoving his hand beneath cotton to firmly squeeze his erection as she finally turned. Frak she was hot. Gravity had clearly not yet come knocking on her door.
Laura smiled, only the faintest hint of a blush coloring her cheeks as she let the camera drink her in, sweeping down the long, graceful line of her neck to reveal what was normally hidden below. Her nipples were taut with arousal as they pricked out from the pale rose swirls that adorned the generous swells of her breasts. Beneath the curve of her stomach, now plumped by many forgiving months of both health and at last happiness, a soft vee of auburn curls marked the juncture between her long and toned legs. She’d surely been a dancer, or perhaps a swimmer, in her youth.
The camera chased her as she sat, propping her elbow against an upswept knee, head resting in her hand, eyebrows dancing out of focus with the knowledge of the secrets she was revealing as the lens zoomed in on what she obviously knew was not her smile.
“Like what you see, soldier?” she asked cheekily.
Lee nodded over his father’s grunting answer as he pulled himself free from his briefs and ran his palm along his thickening cock, blessing her for opting for a little role play in lieu of his father’s name. He was a soldier too, and he wanted quite desperately now to serve.
She lay back over the spread robe, resting her head against the arm of the couch and uncoiling her body to leave nothing to the imagination. The image bounced and blurred as the cameraman joined her on the sofa, bringing her into focus now from above and at close range. Her foot snuck out of the frame, leg sliding down, and no doubt now climbing up the thigh of her soldier. Almost certainly so as the camera shuddered in time with her laughter before steadying again.
Dragging her fingers through her wet folds and then over the curve of her abdomen and up through the valley between her breasts, she explained herself. “This is what I do when I think of you.” To punctuate her point, she sucked her fingers into her mouth, tasting herself with enough enthusiasm to draw a soft moan from her own lips.
“Frak me,” Lee hissed as he tightened his grip and quickened his pace, sweat beginning to dampen his tanks. It wasn’t fair that someone this frakking fine and that frakking off limits could have a dirty streak too.
Drawing her fingers from her mouth, Laura lazily ran her hand back down her body, circling her tits, moistening them with the taste of herself so that they glistened on the screen. Making her way down, she shifted beneath her own touch, eagerly readying herself for the inevitable pleasure she’d find at her destination.
And she found it, circling her fingers around her clit and then plunging one deep inside her as she tossed her head back and let out a groan, the long sinews of her neck arching, strained with the pleasure of her own touch.
“Mmm, that’s good,” she murmured as she pulled her finger free and spread her wetness around the bundle of nerves at her center, teasing herself with more slowly collapsing circles, the camera spinning ever so slightly with each one, “but I’m only just getting started,” she cautioned breathlessly before raising an eyebrow and flashing a wicked grin. She knew just how impossible she was making this on her audience, and she appeared to like that. A lot.
“I like to think that’s your tongue getting me ready,” she continued, growing even more breathless as she pressed her wet finger against her clit, “but will you frak me hard and fast or slow and gentle? You always keep me guessing.”
With a grunt, Lee spread the moisture beading at the tip of his penis around the head, and then quickly swiped his slick hand back down the shaft with a twist. He frakking loved that feeling, almost as good as a tongue working him, and the sight of hers licking across her lips, so hungry, made him nearly believe she was tasting him right then and there. Gods he hoped she wanted it hard and fast tonight, because he was in no condition to give it to her slow. Squeezing his balls with one hand, he pumped himself in earnest with the other as he watched her begin to grind her palm eagerly against her pubic bone. They were clearly of one mind in this moment.
“Judging by that look on your face, I don’t think I’ll be receiving any mercy tonight,” Laura teased, breasts bouncing at the heightened motion below. “That’s okay. I love it when you frak me hard … oh Gods yes, like that,” she finished, her head tossing back and chest thrusting high in a sudden convulsion of pleasure as her fingers moved so quickly in and out of herself that the pops and smacks of wet skin were now clearly audible over the microphone. “That’s what I dream of most.”
“Shit, Laura, you’re killing me.” The words of the cameraman came out in a hot rasp.
Lee nodded. Old Man wasn’t the only one about to lose his mind. He was getting so close now that every muscle in his body felt like it was about to snap.
Sweat slid down the slope of Laura’s chest, pooling between her breasts, as she pulled on her lips with her teeth, wisps of hair clinging damply now to her cheeks and neck. She gasped with each thrash of her hips, fingers plunging deeper into her now in a rhythm obviously even she wasn’t sure of anymore. The camera tried to capture it all, bouncing with her, zooming in and out, focus irrelevant now, as the groans from its operator grew almost indistinguishable from her own.
Indistinguishable too from the panting moans that slipped from Lee’s lips as he kept working himself. He was ready to come hard, so hard that he couldn’t even muster a blush at the sound of his father’s arousal or a regret at the intimate sight of Laura’s wet pussy, as the camera now focused in tightly on her hand buried deep inside herself. Shame was no match for the sound of her needy purring in his ear and the feel of his own hot skin on skin as his cock strained upward.
“Shit, Laura, make me come,” Lee ordered the screen. He wanted them to do this together. It was as close as he’d ever get to her sweet ass, and truthfully that was fine by him, because even he was not that much of a perv, not to mention bastard, but godsdamn it he wanted this to be good. You don’t go blowing this far across the line of all taste and decency and not hope for maximum mileage.
“So close,” she moaned, lids heavy over eyes now completely unfocused with passion. “I always come thinking of you.”
That’s what he wanted to hear as he roughly fisted his flesh.
Laura fought off the hitch in her breath just long enough to get out her last words as she tugged at her breast with her off hand before suddenly thrusting her hips high in the air, grinding hard against her palm and reaching out with her other hand to steady herself against the back of the couch, digging her fingers deep into the worn leather of the cushion. “Yes!” she screamed.
“Oh frak,” Lee shouted in reply, drowning out the repeated call of his father’s name over the speakers as he came, thick ropes of semen staining his tanks as he felt his cock pulsing in his fist.
He tried to steady his breath as he rode out his orgasm, but watching Laura run her fingers through the damp strands of her hair, shoving them away from her face, while dragging her wet hand idly up her belly made it damn hard to get a hold of himself. He knew he wasn’t alone either in that challenge as the camera shook at the sight of her. He didn’t know how the hell it was that his father wasn’t currently buried to the hilt inside her and making her scream all over again. He knew he would be if he had been given the chance. Old Man must have balls of steel.
That or old balls. He tried to quickly push that disturbing thought away. No need to kill the sweet buzz he was feeling. But he had to admit, if his father could still motivate a woman that insanely hot to do that for him, then it was clear he continued to possess some pretty serious, if now increasingly intermittent, skills. Lee fervently hoped they were genetic.
“That was amazing.”
Her smile spread lazily across her face at those words, although her eyes danced eagerly for the camera. “Mmm, thank you,” she cooed in satisfaction, “it was.”
She laughed gently along with her photographer at her own words as her knee and shin bobbed slowly in and out of the frame, her foot apparently now caressing his thigh. Though he did manage to keep the camera steady, greedily capturing the light heave of her chest and the pink flush on her skin that served as proof of just how much she had enjoyed her starring role.
Lee considered her a natural. The camera loved her. Of course it did. It was no fool either. He tucked himself back into his pants and sighed deeply, looking down at the mess he’d made of himself. He’d have to wash these tanks out before he sent them to the laundry. What he’d just done he knew was pretty frakked up, but godsdamn it had been amazing. That was the best time he’d had flying solo in years. Maybe ever. His father was one hell of a lucky man. Apparently you were never too old to find what you’d been looking for all along.
“So do you think that will keep you from missing me too terribly as you ride around in circles up here all by your lonesome?”
“Not a chance, but it sure as hell is gonna make it hurt so good.”
Lee chuckled over their laughter before leaning forward to flip off the player. Every moment that ticked by still watching their film felt more and more like trespassing on their happiness. That he truly did not want to do. He really meant no harm. Yet something kept him from moving too quickly.
“Thank you, Laura.”
“For what?”
“For making an old fool like me feel like living again.”
“Bill.”
“Yeah?”
“If you don’t put that camera down this instant and kiss me, I’m going to put my fist right through its lens.”
And with that the screen went dark, Lee’s finger still hovering over the stop button. He shook his head as he quickly hit the eject button instead. Leaning back, he pulled his tanks off and tossed them to the side, staring down at his thickening middle as he thought. He knew what he needed to do. No, what he wanted to do.
He pulled the disc from the player and gently slipped it back into its unmarked jacket, before carefully stacking the movies and magazines back into their box, just as he had found them. That had always been his job. Zak had never been one for precision. An undeniable truth that had defined both boy and man every day of his life, especially the last one. He’d known that just as well as his father did, if not better. That was an undeniable truth too.
Lee stood and returned the box to its hiding place. He didn’t plan on finding it again. Some secrets a man should be allowed to keep until he’s ready to share them. Crossing over to the desk, he sat in his father’s chair and pulled the receiver off the wall.
“Get me the Admiral,” he ordered, absently spinning the ring on his finger and taking a deep breath as he waited.
“Dad, hi,” he began without a trace of awkwardness. “With Colonel Tigh retiring to the surface next week, I was just thinking this would be a good time for you to log some extra shore leave before he goes. I can hold down the fort up here. What do you think?”