FIC: I am related to my enemy, BSG, Lee/Kara/Zak
Title: I am related to my enemy
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Lee/Kara/Zak (or, more correctly, Kara/Lee and Kara/Zak at the same time)
Summary: He wonders if he should go to his own room now, leave Zak and Kara alone (Gods, he doesn’t want to think about his brother having sex). Except then Kara shifts, pushes back against him, and he thinks maybe he won’t go quite yet.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. The words are.
A/N: Title from Pearl Jam's "Brother." Written for bsg_pornbattle. Prompts: Lee/Kara/Zak, jealous, smashed, so wrong, unaware.
The thing about Zak when he’s smashed-he gets so friendly. He always wants to hold you or touch you or give you a hug. So when Kara and Lee are maneuvering him into the bed for the night, he pulls them down with him. They can hold their ambrosia better, and weren’t exactly planning on sleep, but then the bed is warm and Zak keeps saying, “Aw, man, I love you guys!” , so they stay.
The bed is big enough for them, but just barely: Kara curled into Zak, hand wrapped around his arm, and Lee’s on his back on the other side, his shoulder pressing into Kara’s back.
Eventually Zak stops making declarations of love and Lee knows he’s asleep. He wonders if he should go to his own room now, leave Zak and Kara alone (Gods, he doesn’t want to think about his brother having sex). Except then Kara shifts, pushes back against him, and he thinks maybe he won’t go quite yet.
She’s warm against his side, breathing steadily; he can’t tell if she’s asleep or not. He shifts his wrist-which is pressed into her ass-and she gasps. Guess she’s awake. He moves his wrist again; she rocks back into him.
Lee isn’t quite sure what he’s doing. It’s only the second time he’s met Kara, ambrosia quite present each time, and they seem to be falling into a pattern. Kara sighs, seems to shrug her shoulders against his side. He’s already half-hard.
Granted, he’s been half-hard all night. Kara’s shirt wasn’t exactly the most prudish he’s ever seen. And then they went swimming, and she hasn’t taken off that stupid bikini since. She took one of Zak’s shirts to cover herself, but it only drops just past her hips, and Lee saw too much (not enough, never enough) of his brother’s girlfriend’s legs for the rest of the night.
Kara pushes back against him once more. He considers making her beg, thinks about how she’d try to keep her voice low but wouldn’t be able to keep the high keen out of it, thinks better of it. With Zak right there, the less noise, the better.
Gods, he must really be drunk if he’s doing this.
And he is doing this. He rolls onto his side, grabs Kara by her hip. She gasps at his erection pressed into her back, but he’s not really sure what she was expecting.
“Like you didn’t know you had me hard all night,” he growls in her ear.
She whimpers. (And if he wasn’t so drunk he’d be embarrassed at how that makes his cock twitch and his hips jump.)
He brushes his hand over her hip, down around the beginnings of the curve of her ass. He’d rather have the rest of the curve pressed up against him than in his hand, so he doesn't shift away from her. Her breathing is less steady now, and gods he wants her. It's hard from the side like this--he can only get one hand on her: up off her ass, light enough to make her squirm as he slides it up her sides, finally cupping her through his brother's (his brother's) button down. Frak, he can feel her nipples poking through the swimsuit. She wants him too.
Lee doesn't really want to think about how wrong this is, doesn't want to think about how much ambrosia they've both had, doesn't want to think of anything but her skin and her heat and so he doesn't. He squeezes her through the shirt and the swimsuit and wishes he could get her naked.
Instead he settles for sliding his hand down, just under the bottom of the shirt, and then he's there. She's shaved bare, and already so damn wet he has to swallow a groan. She shifts, slightly, makes it easier for him to reach her, spreads her legs a little and he bites her neck so he doesn't make noise. Kara gasps, grinds against his hand, shrugs his mouth off her neck.
"No marks," she says.
So pragmatic. He wonders if she does this often, then growls. She better not. (Not that he's the one who has the right to think that. He has no claim over her, except the way she's pushing into his hand, which is claim enough, for now.)
He slides two fingers in her (slick, smooth) and brushes his thumb over her clit.
"G--" she bites her lip and stays quiet.
He wants her (he wants her, he wants her). His fingers curl, thumb finds her clit again and she barely shudders, but her inner muscles spasm around his fingers and he knows she came. His erection's pushing against her back, swollen and sensitive and he needs her.
He pulls his fingers out of her and brings them to her mouth. She sucks, slowly, one at a time, swirling her tongue around each finger, lapping at it like she can't get enough of her own taste. Add that to the heady scent of her, it's intoxicating. Even as she's sucking his fingers, she rearranges, pulls his cock out of his swim shorts and slides it between her legs. He bucks into her.
When she's cleaned his hand, he slides it down her once more, spending some time on her breasts, but he's not that patient, so soon enough he's pulling her bathing suit aside and she's guiding him and frakkin' Gods.
This is wrong, obviously, so wrong, and he knows that, he does. His brother's girlfriend, and gods, his brother passed out in the same bed. But she's tight around him, and it's all he can do to keep his voice quiet as he lets out a hissed, "Kara."
He's frakkin' his brother's girlfriend, Kara Thrace, Starbuck, and he's not even really moving, but she's grinding back against him and he's afraid this is going to be embarrassingly short.
"Kara?"
They freeze. Zak's voice in thick with sleep, but he says her name again and they break apart.
"Hey baby," she says, low and sweet, and her juices are cooling on Lee's cock and he has never needed to come so much in his life.
"Mmm, Kara," Zak murmurs. He must have slipped a hand into her suit, because he half-groans, half-laughs. "You're so wet for me, baby."
Not for you, Lee wants to say. He's jealous in a way he (really, really) doesn't have a right to be, and he slides a hand over her chest again. She gasps and Zak chuckles.
"You're going to be easy tonight."
Kara's a bit lost, buried between brothers. Zak flicks his fingers against her clit and she arches back-right into Lee. His erection is still throbbing, pressed into her ass. She shifts her torso, presses against his hand. He pinches her nipple as Zak slides two fingers into her and she loses her breath (and maybe her mind).
She rolls her hips, not sure if she's rolling into Zak's hand or against Lee's cock. It works as both, and they groan together; Zak doesn't notice another voice-they sound so much alike when they're like this (and that's not something she's supposed to know).
Lee buries his face in the back of her neck, doesn't bite (knows the rules now), and unbuttons three buttons. His breath is in her ear, hot against her cheek. Zak adds another finger as Lee pushes her suit up. Her skin is hot, and his hands are callused-hands of a pilot, she thinks. Zak brushes her clit again and she can't really think anymore.
There are only two hands on her-both brothers can only comfortably reach with one-but there are two bodies pressed into hers, and she's so glad Zak's drunk enough to not bother with kissing, not bother with her breasts (and she's so glad Lee's drunk enough not to bother with boundaries). They're both touching her with something that feels like worship, even through all the ambrosia, and she's rising like her Viper, blood thumping the way it does when she flies.
She doesn't know how they have such timing, but Lee pinches her nipple and whispers her name just as Zak twists his fingers and presses his thumb against her clit and she really is flying now, body contorted to arch forward into Zak and backward into Lee at the same time and she closes her eyes as everything goes white around the edges and she comes and comes and comes.
She hopes she didn't say either of their names, doesn't think she did because Zak is murmuring at her and Lee is grinding into her ass.
"Want me to-" she starts when she can finally find her voice.
"Nah," Zak says. "Too tired. You needed that though."
She can feel the grin in his voice and doesn't know how she's supposed to respond. But he rolls over and probably immediately falls asleep and so she doesn't have to say anything.
Lee, on the other hand, is very far from asleep. Her body still tingles, and she knows she shouldn't, but she shifts him between her legs again. He presses her earlobe between his lips-no teeth, no marks-and tries not to groan. He's big (bigger than his brother, she tries not to think but does) and she wants him inside her again. But he doesn't move and he doesn't move and Kara fidgets like she hasn't just had two mind-blowing orgasms. She rubs against him, knows he can tell how wet she is through the bathing suit, but he still doesn't move.
"Frak me," she whispers.
His cock twitches against her but he still. doesn't. move.
"Lee," she tries to stay quiet, tries not to drag out the vowels. Her voice almost breaks with the effort.
That does it though, his name sets him in motion (she tries not to think about that either), and he practically rips her swimsuit off to slide into her.
She whimpers, bites her lip, pushes into him.
He thrusts a couple of times and stills, and she thinks that better not be it, but it turns out he has only discovered the string ties of her suit. He undoes them slowly, just lying there inside her as he unties them, and her hands scramble to help him get the suit out of the way.
He begins thrusting again, and without the suit it's easier for him to reach around her and slide fingers against her clit. She takes a few gulping breaths, tries not to come again, doesn't think she'll be able to be quiet this time.
But as he gets closer, as his hips jerk more erratically than in rhythm, as she can tell he's about to lose control but he still has enough of it to swirl circles around her clit, she pushes her face into the pillows and comes anyway.
"Gods, gods, gods," it's mostly muffled by the pillow and Zak doesn't even stir. "Gods, Lee."
Again, it's the name that pushes him up and over the edge, a few last frantic thrusts as he pulses inside her.
Eventually he slips out of her. She just lies there, unsure what he wants, but he stays curled to her shape, throws an arm over her body to pull her closer, and she relaxes into him. The bottoms of her swimsuit are still off, but she figures Zak’s drunk enough that she can convince him that was his doing.
If there's an afterlife, she's fairly certain she'll be punished for this.
When they wake up, still tangled together, Zak laughs, "Wrong brother there, Starbuck."
And she forces a grin and doesn't meet Lee's eyes all morning.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Lee/Kara/Zak (or, more correctly, Kara/Lee and Kara/Zak at the same time)
Summary: He wonders if he should go to his own room now, leave Zak and Kara alone (Gods, he doesn’t want to think about his brother having sex). Except then Kara shifts, pushes back against him, and he thinks maybe he won’t go quite yet.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. The words are.
A/N: Title from Pearl Jam's "Brother." Written for bsg_pornbattle. Prompts: Lee/Kara/Zak, jealous, smashed, so wrong, unaware.
The thing about Zak when he’s smashed-he gets so friendly. He always wants to hold you or touch you or give you a hug. So when Kara and Lee are maneuvering him into the bed for the night, he pulls them down with him. They can hold their ambrosia better, and weren’t exactly planning on sleep, but then the bed is warm and Zak keeps saying, “Aw, man, I love you guys!” , so they stay.
The bed is big enough for them, but just barely: Kara curled into Zak, hand wrapped around his arm, and Lee’s on his back on the other side, his shoulder pressing into Kara’s back.
Eventually Zak stops making declarations of love and Lee knows he’s asleep. He wonders if he should go to his own room now, leave Zak and Kara alone (Gods, he doesn’t want to think about his brother having sex). Except then Kara shifts, pushes back against him, and he thinks maybe he won’t go quite yet.
She’s warm against his side, breathing steadily; he can’t tell if she’s asleep or not. He shifts his wrist-which is pressed into her ass-and she gasps. Guess she’s awake. He moves his wrist again; she rocks back into him.
Lee isn’t quite sure what he’s doing. It’s only the second time he’s met Kara, ambrosia quite present each time, and they seem to be falling into a pattern. Kara sighs, seems to shrug her shoulders against his side. He’s already half-hard.
Granted, he’s been half-hard all night. Kara’s shirt wasn’t exactly the most prudish he’s ever seen. And then they went swimming, and she hasn’t taken off that stupid bikini since. She took one of Zak’s shirts to cover herself, but it only drops just past her hips, and Lee saw too much (not enough, never enough) of his brother’s girlfriend’s legs for the rest of the night.
Kara pushes back against him once more. He considers making her beg, thinks about how she’d try to keep her voice low but wouldn’t be able to keep the high keen out of it, thinks better of it. With Zak right there, the less noise, the better.
Gods, he must really be drunk if he’s doing this.
And he is doing this. He rolls onto his side, grabs Kara by her hip. She gasps at his erection pressed into her back, but he’s not really sure what she was expecting.
“Like you didn’t know you had me hard all night,” he growls in her ear.
She whimpers. (And if he wasn’t so drunk he’d be embarrassed at how that makes his cock twitch and his hips jump.)
He brushes his hand over her hip, down around the beginnings of the curve of her ass. He’d rather have the rest of the curve pressed up against him than in his hand, so he doesn't shift away from her. Her breathing is less steady now, and gods he wants her. It's hard from the side like this--he can only get one hand on her: up off her ass, light enough to make her squirm as he slides it up her sides, finally cupping her through his brother's (his brother's) button down. Frak, he can feel her nipples poking through the swimsuit. She wants him too.
Lee doesn't really want to think about how wrong this is, doesn't want to think about how much ambrosia they've both had, doesn't want to think of anything but her skin and her heat and so he doesn't. He squeezes her through the shirt and the swimsuit and wishes he could get her naked.
Instead he settles for sliding his hand down, just under the bottom of the shirt, and then he's there. She's shaved bare, and already so damn wet he has to swallow a groan. She shifts, slightly, makes it easier for him to reach her, spreads her legs a little and he bites her neck so he doesn't make noise. Kara gasps, grinds against his hand, shrugs his mouth off her neck.
"No marks," she says.
So pragmatic. He wonders if she does this often, then growls. She better not. (Not that he's the one who has the right to think that. He has no claim over her, except the way she's pushing into his hand, which is claim enough, for now.)
He slides two fingers in her (slick, smooth) and brushes his thumb over her clit.
"G--" she bites her lip and stays quiet.
He wants her (he wants her, he wants her). His fingers curl, thumb finds her clit again and she barely shudders, but her inner muscles spasm around his fingers and he knows she came. His erection's pushing against her back, swollen and sensitive and he needs her.
He pulls his fingers out of her and brings them to her mouth. She sucks, slowly, one at a time, swirling her tongue around each finger, lapping at it like she can't get enough of her own taste. Add that to the heady scent of her, it's intoxicating. Even as she's sucking his fingers, she rearranges, pulls his cock out of his swim shorts and slides it between her legs. He bucks into her.
When she's cleaned his hand, he slides it down her once more, spending some time on her breasts, but he's not that patient, so soon enough he's pulling her bathing suit aside and she's guiding him and frakkin' Gods.
This is wrong, obviously, so wrong, and he knows that, he does. His brother's girlfriend, and gods, his brother passed out in the same bed. But she's tight around him, and it's all he can do to keep his voice quiet as he lets out a hissed, "Kara."
He's frakkin' his brother's girlfriend, Kara Thrace, Starbuck, and he's not even really moving, but she's grinding back against him and he's afraid this is going to be embarrassingly short.
"Kara?"
They freeze. Zak's voice in thick with sleep, but he says her name again and they break apart.
"Hey baby," she says, low and sweet, and her juices are cooling on Lee's cock and he has never needed to come so much in his life.
"Mmm, Kara," Zak murmurs. He must have slipped a hand into her suit, because he half-groans, half-laughs. "You're so wet for me, baby."
Not for you, Lee wants to say. He's jealous in a way he (really, really) doesn't have a right to be, and he slides a hand over her chest again. She gasps and Zak chuckles.
"You're going to be easy tonight."
Kara's a bit lost, buried between brothers. Zak flicks his fingers against her clit and she arches back-right into Lee. His erection is still throbbing, pressed into her ass. She shifts her torso, presses against his hand. He pinches her nipple as Zak slides two fingers into her and she loses her breath (and maybe her mind).
She rolls her hips, not sure if she's rolling into Zak's hand or against Lee's cock. It works as both, and they groan together; Zak doesn't notice another voice-they sound so much alike when they're like this (and that's not something she's supposed to know).
Lee buries his face in the back of her neck, doesn't bite (knows the rules now), and unbuttons three buttons. His breath is in her ear, hot against her cheek. Zak adds another finger as Lee pushes her suit up. Her skin is hot, and his hands are callused-hands of a pilot, she thinks. Zak brushes her clit again and she can't really think anymore.
There are only two hands on her-both brothers can only comfortably reach with one-but there are two bodies pressed into hers, and she's so glad Zak's drunk enough to not bother with kissing, not bother with her breasts (and she's so glad Lee's drunk enough not to bother with boundaries). They're both touching her with something that feels like worship, even through all the ambrosia, and she's rising like her Viper, blood thumping the way it does when she flies.
She doesn't know how they have such timing, but Lee pinches her nipple and whispers her name just as Zak twists his fingers and presses his thumb against her clit and she really is flying now, body contorted to arch forward into Zak and backward into Lee at the same time and she closes her eyes as everything goes white around the edges and she comes and comes and comes.
She hopes she didn't say either of their names, doesn't think she did because Zak is murmuring at her and Lee is grinding into her ass.
"Want me to-" she starts when she can finally find her voice.
"Nah," Zak says. "Too tired. You needed that though."
She can feel the grin in his voice and doesn't know how she's supposed to respond. But he rolls over and probably immediately falls asleep and so she doesn't have to say anything.
Lee, on the other hand, is very far from asleep. Her body still tingles, and she knows she shouldn't, but she shifts him between her legs again. He presses her earlobe between his lips-no teeth, no marks-and tries not to groan. He's big (bigger than his brother, she tries not to think but does) and she wants him inside her again. But he doesn't move and he doesn't move and Kara fidgets like she hasn't just had two mind-blowing orgasms. She rubs against him, knows he can tell how wet she is through the bathing suit, but he still doesn't move.
"Frak me," she whispers.
His cock twitches against her but he still. doesn't. move.
"Lee," she tries to stay quiet, tries not to drag out the vowels. Her voice almost breaks with the effort.
That does it though, his name sets him in motion (she tries not to think about that either), and he practically rips her swimsuit off to slide into her.
She whimpers, bites her lip, pushes into him.
He thrusts a couple of times and stills, and she thinks that better not be it, but it turns out he has only discovered the string ties of her suit. He undoes them slowly, just lying there inside her as he unties them, and her hands scramble to help him get the suit out of the way.
He begins thrusting again, and without the suit it's easier for him to reach around her and slide fingers against her clit. She takes a few gulping breaths, tries not to come again, doesn't think she'll be able to be quiet this time.
But as he gets closer, as his hips jerk more erratically than in rhythm, as she can tell he's about to lose control but he still has enough of it to swirl circles around her clit, she pushes her face into the pillows and comes anyway.
"Gods, gods, gods," it's mostly muffled by the pillow and Zak doesn't even stir. "Gods, Lee."
Again, it's the name that pushes him up and over the edge, a few last frantic thrusts as he pulses inside her.
Eventually he slips out of her. She just lies there, unsure what he wants, but he stays curled to her shape, throws an arm over her body to pull her closer, and she relaxes into him. The bottoms of her swimsuit are still off, but she figures Zak’s drunk enough that she can convince him that was his doing.
If there's an afterlife, she's fairly certain she'll be punished for this.
When they wake up, still tangled together, Zak laughs, "Wrong brother there, Starbuck."
And she forces a grin and doesn't meet Lee's eyes all morning.