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Reports

by Jen

 

Apollo didn’t look up as the door to his quarters opened. Boxey was safely at Athena’s and would, moreover, have announced his arrival long before reaching the door by virtue of a string of questions and observations made in a voice that appeared to have no problem with piercing even the solid structure of a battlestar. Apollo was still coming to terms with just how noisy children were; he had grown accustomed to the peace and quiet of senior officer’s single quarters over a number of yahrens, and it had been something of a rude awakening when Serina and Boxey had moved in.  

So Apollo didn’t glance up at the opening of the door but kept his attention on his screen. It was, after all, important work in which he was engaged, and the not totally unexpected arrival of Starbuck could not be allowed to distract him. Not even if Starbuck was now standing just behind him, a little too close to be easily ignored. 

“He has some glaring faults, and they have certainly been glaring at me all yahren,” he read over Apollo’s shoulder, bending close to Apollo in order to do so. “Apollo, tell me that’s not my report you’re working on. You know my endearing eccentricities don’t so much glare as send you flirty little looks from beneath long eyelashes.”

Sighing, Apollo kept his eyes firmly fixed on the screen in front of him, even if Starbuck’s breath against his neck was beginning to be quite distracting. “I’ve got to get these finished by the end of this secton,” he said.

“I know,” Starbuck said, “even if I’m deeply hurt that the only way I know this is from gossip, rumour and innuendo in the OC that you are locked away deciding all our futures with the click of a few keys, and you never even gave me a chance to prove my performance abilities.”

“Gossip, rumour and innuendo?”

“Lords, yes,” Starbuck agreed cheerfully. “The Pegasus lot are terrified, having been educated by the rest of us about what a hardass our CO is when it comes to reports. Bojay’s already sulking and talking about the need to be able to give 360 degree feedback.”

Apollo’s eyebrows raised. “Because of course Cain encouraged that,” he said. “He should only be worried if his performance isn’t up to scratch.”

 

“Mmm, yes. And on that note,” Starbuck said, taking a step back and spinning Apollo’s wheeled chair around to face him.

 “Starbuck?”

But Starbuck was too busy to offer an verbal answer, kneeling between Apollo’s legs and undoing the supple leather of the thigh holster with an ease that spoke of long practice. He dealt with the belt around Apollo’s waist with similar skill, as he took no little pride in pointing out to Apollo while placing the holster carefully to one side. 

“Full marks for dexterity and concentration I’d say, Captain.”  

Apollo might have had something to say to that, and it might just possibly have had something to do with Starbuck’s misguided belief in his own abilities, had Starbuck’s mouth not found something more interesting to do at that point. Something involving demonstrating them, instead. And which also involved displaying a truly remarkable command of situational awareness by lodging the wheeled chair against the edge of Apollo’s desk before things got too far advanced. Either situational awareness or a memory of the bruises sustained the last time he had tried this particular tactic on Apollo. But an ability to learn is always something to be valued in a colonial pilot; Apollo would have been the first to agree had he been able to do anything other than make rather embarrassing noises when Starbuck lifted his mouth from where he had been mouthing at Apollo’s cock through his pants, and with similarly commendable dexterity and concentration eased down his zipper. 

Ever one to encourage his junior officers, Apollo allowed his hips to be guided upwards so that his pants and underwear could be pulled out of the way, and he even managed not to respond to the comment Starbuck made about his unsurpassed target acquisition ability when his hand closed gently around Apollo’s hard cock. This might, of course, have been because he followed that tactical assault by licking the head of Apollo’s cock. Or it may have been because Starbuck was right about his abilities, which really did seem quite advanced. So much so, in fact, that it really didn’t take all that long for Apollo’s judicious analysis of Starbuck’s performance to splinter into little breathy groans as his hips thrust upwards and he came in Starbuck’s mouth. 

Once things like clothing and breathing were restored to a satisfactory norm, it was very clear to Apollo that a more thorough testing of Starbuck’s abilities was called for if his report on the full range of Starbuck’s talents was to be entirely balanced and fair.  

It also occurred to him that perhaps he should just happen to mention that he was working on yahrens’-end reports to one or two of the more talkative pilots a little more often.  

End