Fic: Midnighter 1/1 BattleStar Galactica 2003
Title: Midnighter Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own BattleStar Galactica. Characters: Felix, Helo Words: 375 Prompt: Boxers Fandom: BattleStar Galactica 2003 Pairing: Felix/Helo Rating: Teen Warnings: Sexual Situations Summary: At night, he wants to fool around. Author's Note: Felix is the cylon, not Sharon. ______________________________________ (BOXERS)
It was late.
They should have been asleep. His duty shift had ended a hour ago, Karl's begins in three hours. This was the only time they had together.
Felix knew it wouldn't last forever, just until things settled down. Then crew schedules could be reorganized and people would get back to their old posts. Life post New Caprica was hectic. Still, they each had a job to do.
As he moved slowly in a circle, he felt Karl's hand slide down the center of his back. His fingers grazed the waist band of his underwear. Pulling back, Felix smiled at his husband. "I don't have the strength."
"Come on, we haven't done anything since before." The hand on the back of his neck twisted a few fingers in his curls. "I miss being able to have you whenever I want."
"I just worked a twenty hour duty shift repairing the damned DRADIS. I haven't the strength for sex. There is no way I am going spend ten minutes on my knees easing your tension." Shaking his head, he freed his hair of Karl's probing fingers. He wanted to be able to lay back and let them go at it, but seriously, he should be asleep.
Sighing, Karl leaned forward to rest his forehead against Felix's. "That does it, I am having a talk with the old man. This can't go on any longer. We can't keep doing this, it's driving us nuts."
"Speaking of which, I can feel yours against my hip." The large bulge resting against his stomach made Felix's body tighten. He wanted it so badly, needed to feel Karl inside him again. "Fine. If you can go quickly. I don't think I can keep my eyes open for much longer."
A brilliant smile crossed Karl's face. With a wiggle of his eyebrows, he slid his hand down the back of Felix's boxers. Grabbing his ass, he twirled them to the bed. "Hold on tight, the Rocket Ship Agathon is about to take off."
Felix sighed. This was going to be a mistake, he knew it. "If you're going to blast off early, don't get it on my leg again. I don't feel like sleeping with dried rocket fuel on my leg."