BSG - To Be Young (is to be)
hackthis: I was telling Nifra about the Helo/Lee pron and I can't even type it without going all hot and squirmy. But how, I mean... that's totally gratuitous -- okay, just help me out here.
serialkarma: what, like there *needs* to be a reason? The PRETTY is the REASON!
hackthis: Okay, I keep getting hot flashes...
serialkarma: what, they're so hot they gave you *menopause*?
hackthis: No, the other kind you get when you smile too much and feel really warm all the time.
Battlestar Galactica
Helo/Lee - NC-17
To Be Young (is to be)
You can get away with a lot of things when you're drunk that you can't get away with when you're sober, Helo knows this. Cadets at the Academy are drunk a lot of the time, but most are so good at hiding it you wouldn't know it, unless they told you. Obviously they're not inebriated when they're in training or in the air, but all other time is fair hunting.
Being drunk comes with certain allowances that you can't claim when you're sober, which is really what most cadets are looking for. Academy cadets will do anything given enough ambrosia. For instance, Helo knows that after a few bottles it's fine for him to complain that Mary Sue O'Reilly won't look at him in team exercises, spill ambrosia all down his civvies, and just say 'oops.'
A sober Helo doesn't look at Kara's tits; a drunk Helo notices the way she wraps her mouth around a bottle and then compares it to the way Lee wraps his mouth around a bottle.
When Helo's sober, he doesn't pass out on the sofa in Kara's living room after another night of drinking his liver into oblivion. When he's sober, he doesn't wake up plastered to Kara's sofa with his arm around Lee's waist, Lee's ass spooned against his crotch, and his nose buried against Lee's neck.
Because Helo's drunk it's okay that Lee's hand is wrapped around his wrist, and his hand is cupping Lee's dick. Helo can still taste the ambrosia on his tongue, so it's okay that he's rubbing his crotch against Lee's ass and Lee's pushing back.
Right.
Helo's drunk, and Lee's drunk, and Helo's not kissing the back of Lee's neck as much as he's breathing on it, and Helo's coordination isn't good enough for him to get inside Lee's pants, but if Lee's helping, well, then that's okay.
Drunk people help each other all the time.
Helo's just helping Lee out by wrapping his hand around Lee's cock -- hot, hard, wet -- and stroking. Lee's cock is thicker than Helo's, and it curves slightly, and the way it feels... This must be how Kara feels when she's in the cockpit, because Helo is definitely flying and the fact that his fingers just know where to touch, well, even drunk people know what they like. Every drunk person can get it together when they have to -- it's called functioning -- and Helo's doing everything he can to function properly considering the way that Lee's squirming against him. If Helo shifts just a little bit, yeah, Lee's totally biting his own fist.
Lee seems like a biter; Helo's not surprised.
Or Helo wouldn't be surprised if he were over-thinking this, but Helo's drunk and he's already come in his pants, so when Lee's done, Helo wipes his hand on Kara's sofa and goes back to sleep.
*
Drunk people are irresponsible. They have no consideration for time or place or anything that might be deemed appropriate, ever. For example, if Helo were sober, he would know that cornering Lee outside Hangar 21-F after having one too many with Zak and Kara is probably not the best idea ever, but that's why he's brought along this bottle of ambrosia. Lee will have a few drinks, Helo will have a few more, and then the idea will seem a lot smarter.
The look on Lee's face is all curiosity, and then, when he sees the ambrosia, it's all mischief. And when Helo drags him behind a convenient skip of old FTL drive parts and kisses him hard enough to make Helo's lungs scream for air, the look changes into something else altogether.
Helo's drunk so he doesn't think too much besides hot and wet and want. Lee's there with his bright eyes and his soft hair and his sharp teeth that leave Helo's lips swollen and aching for the rest of the day.
Helo's never kissed anyone like Lee before. Before Lee Helo'd never even kissed a guy at all, but it's Lee and Helo's drunk, and Lee's got these great hands that scratch at Helo's chest through his uniform and squeeze Helo's ass hard enough to make Helo groan against Lee's throat, so it's okay.
Ambrosia makes everything okay, like Helo sticking his leg between Lee's thighs and rubbing himself against Lee repeatedly until Lee's scrabbling at his shoulders and cursing into his neck. They're like two parts of a Viper engine that make sparks.
*
Helo had no idea that alcohol made sucking cock palatable. He's done the cock-sucking thing before, but it was just the once, and it didn't involve kissing, or alcohol, or frakking. Of course, Helo and Lee haven't frakked yet; Helo doesn't think they're planning on it either, but they never know what the ambrosia will lead to. And if the idea is pickling itself in the back of his brain like most of his ideas do when he's this drunk, well, that's not really the point.
The point right now is that Lee's bracing himself on the wall, and Helo's down on his knees, hands mapping Lee's thighs. The reasons for this? Well, because -- because Lee smells good and tastes good, and he makes these noises like he's dying when Helo rubs his lips along the side of his cock and mouths the head.
Helo would be lying if he said he had any idea what the hell he's doing, but he's been on the receiving end before, so he has some idea. There's saliva everywhere, though, because Helo's no professional. Lee doesn't seem to care, so Helo just keeps sucking and stroking, because he can't stop touching Lee. One minute Helo's holding Lee against the wall by the hips, his thumbs rubbing the groove of Lee's hipbones, and the next he jerking Lee off, watching through hazy eyes as Lee scrabbles against the wall and hisses Helo's name between his teeth.
It's really fucking hot.
Lee can suck Helo off next time, since somewhere between Lee pawing Helo hard enough to give him friction burn and Lee coming all over Helo's hand, it's become pretty evident that there is going to be a next time. Helo doesn't even know where the alcohol's gotten to, but it's somewhere nearby. He thinks.
And then Lee's hands are grabbing his hair and stroking the soft spot behind his ears, and Helo just doesn't care anymore.
*
Karl Agathon is frakking Lee Adama. Literally.
Lee's on top of Helo, kneeling over Helo's hips and working himself open on Helo's fingers, but Lee's the one getting frakked.
This is the first time Lee and Helo have been completely naked together, and Helo's brain is a little overcome with all the naked Lee parts. Since Lee's happily doing all the work, Helo just stares and strokes compact muscle wherever he can. He keeps petting Lee's face with the fingers of his left hand, the fingers that aren't inside Lee, the fingers that Lee keeps biting and licking.
Helo's left hand should not be confused with his right hand, which Lee has a death grip on, and which Lee's riding as though this were some training Sim, minus the whole plane business.
Helo would've let Lee frak him. He can say that now that he's frakking Lee. Helo can say a whole lot now, or he could if he could vocalize anything more than, "Frak, frak, frak." Instead, he doesn't do much besides thrash around underneath Lee's thighs, which are extremely strong for someone of his size, and hold up his end of the bargain, so to speak.
Every time Helo tries to touch Lee's cock, Lee bats his hand away and shakes his head no. "Not yet," he grits out between clenched teeth, which Helo can understand, but doesn't find very fair.
Lee is smaller than Helo by a considerable amount. He's shorter, and he weighs less, but he fits Helo like he was made to be there, and the way he's riding Helo's fingers, well. Helo's not in love, he's just in very serious like, and this is the sort of thing that would require a drink if Lee weren't slipping free of Helo's hand and -- Lords of Kobol.
There are some things that you have to be sober for, and Helo's really glad they skipped the ambrosia this time around, because when Lee strokes Helo's cock and then rises up on his knees, Helo's brain loses even more brain cells than it would've if they'd been drunk first.
Lee's tight, and hot, and he moves down Helo slowly, so slowly that Helo can't help thrusting upwards and grunting when Lee's thighs tighten against his hips. They're men, they won't break. At least Helo hopes they won't break, because that would be the end of this, and Lee's the sexiest thing that Helo has ever seen sober, drunk, or in any state in between.
Helo's hands are slick, slippery, but he can't keep himself from stroking Lee's hipbones and gripping just on this side of too tightly. It's only once Lee's settled that he rises back up and destroys Helo's entire ability to communicate. Lee may be on top, but Helo's the one getting frakked, and considering how sober he is, it should be a lot more disconcerting.
There's valid reasoning behind the amount of alcohol the cadets at the Academy ingest, and it has everything to do with the idea, however unlikely, that at some point they're going to be asked to sacrifice themselves for their colony.
The likelihood is minutely small, they've been at peace with the Cylons for an age, but the possibility is still there all the same. So, allowances are made, alcohol is consumed, and people do things that maybe they wouldn't do if they were some place with more rules and less hormonally-driven people their own age.
On the surface, this certainly sounds like an excellent justification for anything. It sounds like the sort of argument someone would make if they were sober. Helo could make this argument himself, but he would have to stop frakking Lee to do so, and that's just not going to happen today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe never. In the meantime, Helo's going to hold onto Lee, and let Lee do whatever he wants.
When Helo comes, he's not thinking about ambrosia, or the assignment he's forgotten to do for class in the morning. Right now, all Helo can do is think about the wonders of sex, and Lee Adama, and how good it is to be alive.
-end-
Click here to read the sequel -- We Drink on the Job
+ Betad by serialkarma. Instigated by serialkarma and ethrosdemon
+ Title bastardized from the song by Ryan Adams 'To Be Young (Is to be Sad, is to be High)
+ The house also recommends the Helo/Lee/Tyrol comment porn, which was tagged with nifra_idril.
serialkarma: what, like there *needs* to be a reason? The PRETTY is the REASON!
hackthis: Okay, I keep getting hot flashes...
serialkarma: what, they're so hot they gave you *menopause*?
hackthis: No, the other kind you get when you smile too much and feel really warm all the time.
Battlestar Galactica
Helo/Lee - NC-17
To Be Young (is to be)
You can get away with a lot of things when you're drunk that you can't get away with when you're sober, Helo knows this. Cadets at the Academy are drunk a lot of the time, but most are so good at hiding it you wouldn't know it, unless they told you. Obviously they're not inebriated when they're in training or in the air, but all other time is fair hunting.
Being drunk comes with certain allowances that you can't claim when you're sober, which is really what most cadets are looking for. Academy cadets will do anything given enough ambrosia. For instance, Helo knows that after a few bottles it's fine for him to complain that Mary Sue O'Reilly won't look at him in team exercises, spill ambrosia all down his civvies, and just say 'oops.'
A sober Helo doesn't look at Kara's tits; a drunk Helo notices the way she wraps her mouth around a bottle and then compares it to the way Lee wraps his mouth around a bottle.
When Helo's sober, he doesn't pass out on the sofa in Kara's living room after another night of drinking his liver into oblivion. When he's sober, he doesn't wake up plastered to Kara's sofa with his arm around Lee's waist, Lee's ass spooned against his crotch, and his nose buried against Lee's neck.
Because Helo's drunk it's okay that Lee's hand is wrapped around his wrist, and his hand is cupping Lee's dick. Helo can still taste the ambrosia on his tongue, so it's okay that he's rubbing his crotch against Lee's ass and Lee's pushing back.
Right.
Helo's drunk, and Lee's drunk, and Helo's not kissing the back of Lee's neck as much as he's breathing on it, and Helo's coordination isn't good enough for him to get inside Lee's pants, but if Lee's helping, well, then that's okay.
Drunk people help each other all the time.
Helo's just helping Lee out by wrapping his hand around Lee's cock -- hot, hard, wet -- and stroking. Lee's cock is thicker than Helo's, and it curves slightly, and the way it feels... This must be how Kara feels when she's in the cockpit, because Helo is definitely flying and the fact that his fingers just know where to touch, well, even drunk people know what they like. Every drunk person can get it together when they have to -- it's called functioning -- and Helo's doing everything he can to function properly considering the way that Lee's squirming against him. If Helo shifts just a little bit, yeah, Lee's totally biting his own fist.
Lee seems like a biter; Helo's not surprised.
Or Helo wouldn't be surprised if he were over-thinking this, but Helo's drunk and he's already come in his pants, so when Lee's done, Helo wipes his hand on Kara's sofa and goes back to sleep.
*
Drunk people are irresponsible. They have no consideration for time or place or anything that might be deemed appropriate, ever. For example, if Helo were sober, he would know that cornering Lee outside Hangar 21-F after having one too many with Zak and Kara is probably not the best idea ever, but that's why he's brought along this bottle of ambrosia. Lee will have a few drinks, Helo will have a few more, and then the idea will seem a lot smarter.
The look on Lee's face is all curiosity, and then, when he sees the ambrosia, it's all mischief. And when Helo drags him behind a convenient skip of old FTL drive parts and kisses him hard enough to make Helo's lungs scream for air, the look changes into something else altogether.
Helo's drunk so he doesn't think too much besides hot and wet and want. Lee's there with his bright eyes and his soft hair and his sharp teeth that leave Helo's lips swollen and aching for the rest of the day.
Helo's never kissed anyone like Lee before. Before Lee Helo'd never even kissed a guy at all, but it's Lee and Helo's drunk, and Lee's got these great hands that scratch at Helo's chest through his uniform and squeeze Helo's ass hard enough to make Helo groan against Lee's throat, so it's okay.
Ambrosia makes everything okay, like Helo sticking his leg between Lee's thighs and rubbing himself against Lee repeatedly until Lee's scrabbling at his shoulders and cursing into his neck. They're like two parts of a Viper engine that make sparks.
*
Helo had no idea that alcohol made sucking cock palatable. He's done the cock-sucking thing before, but it was just the once, and it didn't involve kissing, or alcohol, or frakking. Of course, Helo and Lee haven't frakked yet; Helo doesn't think they're planning on it either, but they never know what the ambrosia will lead to. And if the idea is pickling itself in the back of his brain like most of his ideas do when he's this drunk, well, that's not really the point.
The point right now is that Lee's bracing himself on the wall, and Helo's down on his knees, hands mapping Lee's thighs. The reasons for this? Well, because -- because Lee smells good and tastes good, and he makes these noises like he's dying when Helo rubs his lips along the side of his cock and mouths the head.
Helo would be lying if he said he had any idea what the hell he's doing, but he's been on the receiving end before, so he has some idea. There's saliva everywhere, though, because Helo's no professional. Lee doesn't seem to care, so Helo just keeps sucking and stroking, because he can't stop touching Lee. One minute Helo's holding Lee against the wall by the hips, his thumbs rubbing the groove of Lee's hipbones, and the next he jerking Lee off, watching through hazy eyes as Lee scrabbles against the wall and hisses Helo's name between his teeth.
It's really fucking hot.
Lee can suck Helo off next time, since somewhere between Lee pawing Helo hard enough to give him friction burn and Lee coming all over Helo's hand, it's become pretty evident that there is going to be a next time. Helo doesn't even know where the alcohol's gotten to, but it's somewhere nearby. He thinks.
And then Lee's hands are grabbing his hair and stroking the soft spot behind his ears, and Helo just doesn't care anymore.
*
Karl Agathon is frakking Lee Adama. Literally.
Lee's on top of Helo, kneeling over Helo's hips and working himself open on Helo's fingers, but Lee's the one getting frakked.
This is the first time Lee and Helo have been completely naked together, and Helo's brain is a little overcome with all the naked Lee parts. Since Lee's happily doing all the work, Helo just stares and strokes compact muscle wherever he can. He keeps petting Lee's face with the fingers of his left hand, the fingers that aren't inside Lee, the fingers that Lee keeps biting and licking.
Helo's left hand should not be confused with his right hand, which Lee has a death grip on, and which Lee's riding as though this were some training Sim, minus the whole plane business.
Helo would've let Lee frak him. He can say that now that he's frakking Lee. Helo can say a whole lot now, or he could if he could vocalize anything more than, "Frak, frak, frak." Instead, he doesn't do much besides thrash around underneath Lee's thighs, which are extremely strong for someone of his size, and hold up his end of the bargain, so to speak.
Every time Helo tries to touch Lee's cock, Lee bats his hand away and shakes his head no. "Not yet," he grits out between clenched teeth, which Helo can understand, but doesn't find very fair.
Lee is smaller than Helo by a considerable amount. He's shorter, and he weighs less, but he fits Helo like he was made to be there, and the way he's riding Helo's fingers, well. Helo's not in love, he's just in very serious like, and this is the sort of thing that would require a drink if Lee weren't slipping free of Helo's hand and -- Lords of Kobol.
There are some things that you have to be sober for, and Helo's really glad they skipped the ambrosia this time around, because when Lee strokes Helo's cock and then rises up on his knees, Helo's brain loses even more brain cells than it would've if they'd been drunk first.
Lee's tight, and hot, and he moves down Helo slowly, so slowly that Helo can't help thrusting upwards and grunting when Lee's thighs tighten against his hips. They're men, they won't break. At least Helo hopes they won't break, because that would be the end of this, and Lee's the sexiest thing that Helo has ever seen sober, drunk, or in any state in between.
Helo's hands are slick, slippery, but he can't keep himself from stroking Lee's hipbones and gripping just on this side of too tightly. It's only once Lee's settled that he rises back up and destroys Helo's entire ability to communicate. Lee may be on top, but Helo's the one getting frakked, and considering how sober he is, it should be a lot more disconcerting.
There's valid reasoning behind the amount of alcohol the cadets at the Academy ingest, and it has everything to do with the idea, however unlikely, that at some point they're going to be asked to sacrifice themselves for their colony.
The likelihood is minutely small, they've been at peace with the Cylons for an age, but the possibility is still there all the same. So, allowances are made, alcohol is consumed, and people do things that maybe they wouldn't do if they were some place with more rules and less hormonally-driven people their own age.
On the surface, this certainly sounds like an excellent justification for anything. It sounds like the sort of argument someone would make if they were sober. Helo could make this argument himself, but he would have to stop frakking Lee to do so, and that's just not going to happen today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe never. In the meantime, Helo's going to hold onto Lee, and let Lee do whatever he wants.
When Helo comes, he's not thinking about ambrosia, or the assignment he's forgotten to do for class in the morning. Right now, all Helo can do is think about the wonders of sex, and Lee Adama, and how good it is to be alive.
-end-
Click here to read the sequel -- We Drink on the Job
+ Betad by serialkarma. Instigated by serialkarma and ethrosdemon
+ Title bastardized from the song by Ryan Adams 'To Be Young (Is to be Sad, is to be High)
+ The house also recommends the Helo/Lee/Tyrol comment porn, which was tagged with nifra_idril.