Starbuck and Apollo were in the locker room, cleaning up after their
latest Triad practice. They were alone, for once: usually there was
another team in there with them, or others who had been practising. But
right now it was just the two of them. 

As Apollo dried himself off from his shower, he noticed a very naked
Starbuck doing the same. He found his gaze drawn irresistibly toward the
other man's groin. 

Starbuck was sporting a very obvious erection.

Seeing his friend's arousal triggered a reaction of his own, and Apollo
felt his cock stir in response. Before he knew it, he crossed the room to
where Starbuck was standing, grabbed him and was kissing him like there
was no tomorrow. 

Starbuck was startled by Apollo's sudden move, but he didn't protest as
the other man's tongue parted his lips and plundered his mouth. Soon
Apollo had him pushed up against a wall and was pressing their bodies
together. Starbuck moaned and almost involuntarily pushed his hips
forward, trying to create friction between their cocks. 

Apollo kissed his way up Starbuck's neck until his tongue was tickling
Starbuck's ear. He then whispered, "Turn around." 

Starbuck did so, turning and leaning on the wall. Apollo began running his
hand between Starbuck's legs, fondling his balls before moving up to
stroke his ass. He wanted to be inside that ass, but didn't want to hurt
Starbuck unnecessarily. 

Spotting his bag of athletic gear sitting on a bench nearby, he remembered
the massage oil he kept to apply to his sore muscles after particularly
rough workouts.  He grabbed the bottle and rubbed the oil on his fingers,
then inserted one finger into Starbuck's ass. 

Starbuck bucked slightly in surprise at the intrusion. Apollo inserted
another finger and probed inside, seeking the spot that he knew was the
centre of a man's pleasure. He could tell that he'd found it when Starbuck
cried out, "Oh, God!" 

"Not God, Starbuck," Apollo chuckled. "Just me." He inserted one more
finger and loosened the opening as best he could, spreading the massage
oil around while he did so. Then, removing the fingers, he picked up the
bottle again and applied the oil liberally to his cock. 

Moving slowly, he carefully positioned himself at Starbuck's entrance.
Then, as carefully as he could, he began to move inside. 

Starbuck moaned, whether in pleasure or in pain, Apollo couldn't tell. 

Then he was inside all the way, his balls pressed up against Starbuck's
ass. He snaked a hand around in front of the other man and took the hard
cock in his hand.  And he began to move. 

Apollo timed his thrusts with the pumps from his hand. Occasionally
Starbuck made small noises, almost like whimpers, but no other sound.
Apollo was in ecstasy. He'd never had sex like this before. He'd been with
other men, but never like this. This was different. This was not a
faceless stranger picked up while he was on furlong. This was Starbuck,
his best friend, his comrade, the man who meant more to him than anyone in
the universe. 

Starbuck felt much the same way. He pushed backward against Apollo's cock
then forward into his hand, savouring the dual waves of pleasure as the
other man's cock struck his prostate and the hand pumped him hard. He'd
done this plenty of times in his dreams, but never in a million yahrens
would he have dared to believe he'd be doing it in reality. 

Finally, Apollo came in Starbuck's ass as Starbuck came in Apollo's hand.
Both men slid to the floor, exhausted. 

That was when reality struck.

Apollo jumped to his feet. What had he done? He'd just jumped his best
friend. No warning, no questions, no consent - he'd just done it. He
hadn't given Starbuck a chance to protest or object. He wheeled around and
struck the wall with his fist.  "Frack!" he exclaimed. 

Starbuck opened his eyes and looked to where his friend was leaning back
against the wall, his head in his hands. "Apollo?" he asked. "Something
wrong?" 

"Oh, Lords, Starbuck, what have I done to you? You have every right to
report me to Security. I'll report myself. You must hate me. I didn't know
I was capable of this. Oh Lords, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." 

Slowly, and a little painfully, Starbuck got to his feet and walked over
to where Apollo was standing. Apollo couldn't help but notice he walked a
bit awkwardly.  He had to be in pain. This was his fault. He'd hurt
Starbuck. 

The blond man came over and put an arm around his friend's shoulders.
Apollo tried to turn away, but Starbuck pulled him back. "Come back here,
Apollo. Look at me. No, don't turn your back on me. Look at me. Good. Now,
what is it you think you've done?" 

"I ... I attacked you. Lords, Starbuck, I *raped* you."

"You did what? For Sagan's sake, Apollo, I'm no blushing virgin. You
didn't steal my virtue. I enjoyed every centon of what we just did, and it
was consensual. You didn't see me fight you, did you?" 

"No, but I didn't give you a chance," Apollo objected.

"Apollo, you're my best friend, and I love you, but I am quite capable of
fighting you if I want to. Remember when we were on opposing Triad teams?
I blocked you quite effectively." 

Apollo looked into the blue eyes that were studying him so intently. "You
love me?"  he asked. 

"Yes."

"As a friend?"

"No. As a lover. Because that's we are, isn't it?"

"Is that what you want?" Apollo asked hopefully.

"It's what I've wanted for a very long time," was Starbuck's answer.

Apollo smiled and kissed Starbuck happily. "Then can we do this again, but
in my quarters this time? I'll send Boxey to stay with my father." 

Starbuck returned the smile, and Apollo thought he would melt right then
and there.  "I don't think my ass is going to feel up to doing *that*
again right away, but I'm sure we can find some other things to do." 

After they had dressed, as they left the locker room, Apollo grabbed
Starbuck's hand so that no one would see the Lieutenant stroke his ass in
public. He held it all the way to his quarters. 

THE END