There's always room for more hot towelsex.
Title: Security Blanket
Author: Trinity
Characters: Lee/Towel
Rating: Definitely NC-17
Spoilers to: Um, if you squint, you can see a tiny, tiny spoiler for 2.16 "Sacrifice." Just a slightly snarky mention of a certain soon-to-be-canon ship. But don't let that stop you.
Summary: You sass that hoopy Lee Adama? Now there's a frood who really knows where his towel is.
Author's notes: What follows is pure crack!fic, and a result of a discussion ragdoll and I had about the Ultimate Battlestar Galactica OTP - Lee/Towel. There was discussion of flat, mechanical sex and having emotions and internalization over a towel. I had to know if it could be done. Wankfic. Thanks to my beloved JanJan for the inspiration, because I really do feel a lot better now.
Lee couldn't believe how soft and pliant his towel was. It was as if it were made to fit his body and none other, the loops of terrycloth enveloping him in gentle heat. His hips bucked off the bed as the towel covered him in all the right places. "Oh, gods," he gasped, "oh frak...towel...frak..." He pulled the towel closer, letting its twisted fibers engulf his shaft, marvelling at how easily it covered his length. Lee was not a grossly endowed man, but he had enough to intimidate lesser woman...but his towel would not be swayed. They were a perfect fit.
His towel was an amazing creation, and as he worked the thick material over himself, he called out prayers to all the Lords of Kobol, giving thanks and begging for release. They listened, and he broke against the blue surface in jagged waves of pleasure, his hands grabbing fistfuls of terrycloth as he panted and groaned through his release. "Oh, lords...lords...towel..." Finally, he collapsed back onto his rack, sweating and gasping for air. He looked down at his towel, covered in his essence, and he swore, just for a moment, that it looked as satisfied as he was.
There was a noise from the hatch. "...Lee?" Kara leaned against the bulkhead, arms crossed, and the expression on her face told him that she wasn't exactly surprised by what she'd just witnessed. he just looked at her. She cocked an eyebrow. "New girlfriend? What's the matter, Petty Officer Dualla not putting out for you, Apollo?"
Lee smirked. "No, I hit that. Turns out she really isn't more than a pretty face. And besides," he waved the stained towel around, "once you go towel, you never go back."
Kara just nodded. "I prefer cigars, but I see your point. Pre-flight briefing in ten minutes." She turned and stepped out of the hatch, then stopped. Looking at him over her shoulder, she gave him her trademark cocky grin. "And Lee? Take it to dinner first next time, okay? Someplace nice. And wash it in hot water, it'll like that."
Lee groaned and threw his pillow at her. 'Shut up, Starbuck." As she disappeared, he laid back on the bed and covered himself with the towel before tucking his arms behind his head. Ten minutes, he thought. Yeah, I got time.
Lee reached for the towel and grinned.
*fin*
Author: Trinity
Characters: Lee/Towel
Rating: Definitely NC-17
Spoilers to: Um, if you squint, you can see a tiny, tiny spoiler for 2.16 "Sacrifice." Just a slightly snarky mention of a certain soon-to-be-canon ship. But don't let that stop you.
Summary: You sass that hoopy Lee Adama? Now there's a frood who really knows where his towel is.
Author's notes: What follows is pure crack!fic, and a result of a discussion ragdoll and I had about the Ultimate Battlestar Galactica OTP - Lee/Towel. There was discussion of flat, mechanical sex and having emotions and internalization over a towel. I had to know if it could be done. Wankfic. Thanks to my beloved JanJan for the inspiration, because I really do feel a lot better now.
Lee couldn't believe how soft and pliant his towel was. It was as if it were made to fit his body and none other, the loops of terrycloth enveloping him in gentle heat. His hips bucked off the bed as the towel covered him in all the right places. "Oh, gods," he gasped, "oh frak...towel...frak..." He pulled the towel closer, letting its twisted fibers engulf his shaft, marvelling at how easily it covered his length. Lee was not a grossly endowed man, but he had enough to intimidate lesser woman...but his towel would not be swayed. They were a perfect fit.
His towel was an amazing creation, and as he worked the thick material over himself, he called out prayers to all the Lords of Kobol, giving thanks and begging for release. They listened, and he broke against the blue surface in jagged waves of pleasure, his hands grabbing fistfuls of terrycloth as he panted and groaned through his release. "Oh, lords...lords...towel..." Finally, he collapsed back onto his rack, sweating and gasping for air. He looked down at his towel, covered in his essence, and he swore, just for a moment, that it looked as satisfied as he was.
There was a noise from the hatch. "...Lee?" Kara leaned against the bulkhead, arms crossed, and the expression on her face told him that she wasn't exactly surprised by what she'd just witnessed. he just looked at her. She cocked an eyebrow. "New girlfriend? What's the matter, Petty Officer Dualla not putting out for you, Apollo?"
Lee smirked. "No, I hit that. Turns out she really isn't more than a pretty face. And besides," he waved the stained towel around, "once you go towel, you never go back."
Kara just nodded. "I prefer cigars, but I see your point. Pre-flight briefing in ten minutes." She turned and stepped out of the hatch, then stopped. Looking at him over her shoulder, she gave him her trademark cocky grin. "And Lee? Take it to dinner first next time, okay? Someplace nice. And wash it in hot water, it'll like that."
Lee groaned and threw his pillow at her. 'Shut up, Starbuck." As she disappeared, he laid back on the bed and covered himself with the towel before tucking his arms behind his head. Ten minutes, he thought. Yeah, I got time.
Lee reached for the towel and grinned.
*fin*