BSG ficlet: "Hit Or Miss"
Title: Hit Or Miss
Characters: Gaeta/Hot Dog
Rating: R
Wordcount: ~600 words
Notes: for lorrainemarker, who says it's easy to cheer her up with fic. Her prompt was Brendan/Felix, inappropriately timed, semi-public thank gods you're alive sex. This is set roughly a year after the end of How to live and love as an amputee, by Brendan Costanza.
The thing is, Felix can't race down the corridors. He can't be there when Hot Dog sets down on the landing deck minus one thruster, sliding across the runway too fast, screeching to a halt when skimming the hull. He's fast on his crutches these days, moving with startling agility. But he isn't that fast.
He's made it down starboard main hallway. One of the new pilots, Twister says, "Sir, shouldn't you be...", and he says, "Shut up," because Brendan is exiting the hangar deck.
He looks awful. He looks pale, and like he's just stopped shaking, sticking out within the cloud of pilots. Some of the newbies are looking at him with the kind of awe that used to be reserved for Starbuck.
Felix is breathing hard, feeling every muscle in his arms. He can't smile back when Brendan manages to, somehow, dissolve from the group, reaching him with few big steps, helmet in hand.
"I thought you were dead," Felix manages, and the helmet clutters to the ground when he puts his hand on Brendan's neck and draws him closer.
---
"Hell, can't call that anything but sex."
"I wouldn't mind a frak after a stint like that, myself."
"Too much free time on your hands, rooks?" The boys swirl around, scrambling to attention when Athena walks through the hatch. She cranes her neck to look down the hallway, smirking. "That's enough. Give them some room, and get out."
---
It feels like Brendan can't help pressing closer against Felix, and closer, trying to be swallowed by the safety of the man he loves. Felix is painfully hard, groaning against the tongue invading his mouth.
You do crazy things when scared. It's one of those obscurities in people's memory of what it was like. Remember when Hot Dog landed half a viper, and then he made out with his lover right there.
They'll try and remember how the viper was damaged in the first place, but no one will be able to recall.
---
Felix would fall if he wasn't pressed against the wall. He's pulling at Brendan's hips, grinding against him with compulsive small thrusts he can't control.
There's no way for Brendan to get out of his flight suit right now, but the friction seems to be enough. His breath is uneven and he's whining into Felix' ear, possibly sobbing, orgasm mellow and hard.
Then his hand is sneaking between them, cupping his cock through the denim of Felix' pants, and Felix' vision is gone.
---
It's all a blur, looking back.
Remember, we didn't know at the beginning Cylons looked like humans. That's right, Helo was considered dead for a year but he survived on Caprica. There used to be that kid amongst the knuckledraggers, the dentist one - what happened to her, anyway? Remember Lee Adama's call sign?
But Starbuck did that awesome maneuver one time when she captured the Raider. I'll never forget the look in Admiral Adama's eyes when Boomer raised her gun. Gaeta and Hot Dog had sex right there in the hallway after one close call. It's the crazy things that happened sometimes.
---
Brendan is breathing a laugh against his neck, hot air on overheated skin. The world is swirling. Felix closes his eyes, hard thud when the back of his head connects with the wall behind him heavily.
"It's alright," he whispers when Brendan starts shaking.
Still alive.
Characters: Gaeta/Hot Dog
Rating: R
Wordcount: ~600 words
Notes: for lorrainemarker, who says it's easy to cheer her up with fic. Her prompt was Brendan/Felix, inappropriately timed, semi-public thank gods you're alive sex. This is set roughly a year after the end of How to live and love as an amputee, by Brendan Costanza.
The thing is, Felix can't race down the corridors. He can't be there when Hot Dog sets down on the landing deck minus one thruster, sliding across the runway too fast, screeching to a halt when skimming the hull. He's fast on his crutches these days, moving with startling agility. But he isn't that fast.
He's made it down starboard main hallway. One of the new pilots, Twister says, "Sir, shouldn't you be...", and he says, "Shut up," because Brendan is exiting the hangar deck.
He looks awful. He looks pale, and like he's just stopped shaking, sticking out within the cloud of pilots. Some of the newbies are looking at him with the kind of awe that used to be reserved for Starbuck.
Felix is breathing hard, feeling every muscle in his arms. He can't smile back when Brendan manages to, somehow, dissolve from the group, reaching him with few big steps, helmet in hand.
"I thought you were dead," Felix manages, and the helmet clutters to the ground when he puts his hand on Brendan's neck and draws him closer.
---
"Hell, can't call that anything but sex."
"I wouldn't mind a frak after a stint like that, myself."
"Too much free time on your hands, rooks?" The boys swirl around, scrambling to attention when Athena walks through the hatch. She cranes her neck to look down the hallway, smirking. "That's enough. Give them some room, and get out."
---
It feels like Brendan can't help pressing closer against Felix, and closer, trying to be swallowed by the safety of the man he loves. Felix is painfully hard, groaning against the tongue invading his mouth.
You do crazy things when scared. It's one of those obscurities in people's memory of what it was like. Remember when Hot Dog landed half a viper, and then he made out with his lover right there.
They'll try and remember how the viper was damaged in the first place, but no one will be able to recall.
---
Felix would fall if he wasn't pressed against the wall. He's pulling at Brendan's hips, grinding against him with compulsive small thrusts he can't control.
There's no way for Brendan to get out of his flight suit right now, but the friction seems to be enough. His breath is uneven and he's whining into Felix' ear, possibly sobbing, orgasm mellow and hard.
Then his hand is sneaking between them, cupping his cock through the denim of Felix' pants, and Felix' vision is gone.
---
It's all a blur, looking back.
Remember, we didn't know at the beginning Cylons looked like humans. That's right, Helo was considered dead for a year but he survived on Caprica. There used to be that kid amongst the knuckledraggers, the dentist one - what happened to her, anyway? Remember Lee Adama's call sign?
But Starbuck did that awesome maneuver one time when she captured the Raider. I'll never forget the look in Admiral Adama's eyes when Boomer raised her gun. Gaeta and Hot Dog had sex right there in the hallway after one close call. It's the crazy things that happened sometimes.
---
Brendan is breathing a laugh against his neck, hot air on overheated skin. The world is swirling. Felix closes his eyes, hard thud when the back of his head connects with the wall behind him heavily.
"It's alright," he whispers when Brendan starts shaking.
Still alive.