|BSG, Exactly., Gaeta/Baltar||[May. 24th, 2008|11:41 am]|
Summary: No one’s above a little show of gratitude.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Battlestar Galactica. That would be too cool.
Spoilers: Episode 107: Six Degrees of Separation. Episode tag.
Note: Innogen saw it, too. No more Mr. Nice Gaius, darling. Unbeta'd yet, any takers?
Lieutenant Gaeta is alone in his bunk room when Gaius finds him. She whispers in his ear about gratitude.
“It’s not beneath you, Gaius,” she breathes with her fingers on his pants. He clears his throat.
“Doctor,” Gaeta says with surprise, standing to polite attention, fingers twitching towards the jacket he’d just pulled off. “Is there something I can do for you?”
“No,” Gaius walks up to him. “Not entirely. I never thanked you—” the pressure of her hand increases “—properly—for...” the corners of his mouth twitch up; he laughs, rueful and breathy, “saving my life.”
Gaeta colors with pride, smiles, looks down modestly. “Really—” he starts.
“—Really,” Gaius finishes, “you deserve” just slight emphasis “a proper thank you.” And a hand on his cock.
Gaeta’s mouth drops open—a little gasp—and he thrusts forward—just a fraction. Clinging to a tight shred of composure. “There’s no need.”
“Yes.” Gaius’ hand, a little firmer. Gaeta’s eyes, a little flutter. Two interested cocks in the room. “There is. Unless...” He takes his hand away and a step back, “The idea doesn’t please to you.”
“No!” Gaeta reaches out to Gaius. He smiles, timid, reassuring—but for who? she wonders in his mind. “No, that’s...no where near the truth.”
Gaius smiles, a million dollar smile. He presses his body against the lieutenant, presses a kiss to his open mouth. Slides his tongue over Gaeta’s. Nudges his thigh over Gaeta’s cock.
The lieutenant moans and melts into it. Gaius leads him to the nearest wall and slides down to his knees. “Tell me if this is all right,” he says with such confidence masked with an airy sincerity. He undoes Gaeta’s trousers when he nods, takes the cock reverently between his lips. It isn’t long until he’s making Gaeta see God, too.
“I’m sorry,” Gaeta says with his eyes squeezed shut—as if that’ll make it go away, she laughs. “I’m sorry.”
Gaius pulls up the front of Gaeta’s undershirt, tastes his way up Gaeta’s stomach, and takes a nipple in his mouth. He makes Gaeta’s eyes stay closed for a different reason.
Gaius stands and whispers into Gaeta’s mouth, “Sh. It’s all right.” Smoothes a hand through Gaeta’s shorter hair, mimicking her. “It’s all right. It’s all the stress. So hard to face alone. Are you—alone?”
“There are four other—”
Gaius puts a finger over his mouth. “Are you alone?” The lieutenant closes his eyes against it and nods. With his other hand, Gaius holds the back of Gaeta’s neck with such painful tenderness, “You don’t have to be anymore.”
Slowly, Gaeta’s eyes slide open, searching. Slowly, he finds something, just as Gaius worries he might have not. He opens his mouth and sucks in Gaius’ finger. Gaius’ face breaks into a grin.
“Exactly,” she whispers in his ear.