Hot Dog was trying to figure out where the frak he was when he saw a solitary figure leaning against the corridor wall, and it wasn't until he passed by it and heard two distinctive moans, one female, one male, that he realized he had just stumbled upon regulation breaking at its finest.


Hot Dog was trying to figure out where the frak he was when he saw a solitary figure leaning against the corridor wall, and it wasn't until he passed by it and heard two distinctive moans, one female, one male, that he realized he had just stumbled upon regulation breaking at its finest. He ducked behind a few crates more out of instinct than conscious decision.

He snuck a quick look over the top of his hiding place, and his eyes went wide. He tried to shake off the haze of all that ambrosia he had been drinking at the triad game earlier because he could not be seeing what he thought he was seeing. Hot Dog tried to make his mouth closed, but he couldn't. He was staring at his newly reappointed CAG and former flight instructor going at it like two nuggets who hadn't realized signing up for the military meant giving up any hope of real human to human contact.

Hot Dog bit down on his tongue to keep from laughing. Apollo and Starbuck were making out right in front of his eyes. No one was going to believe this.

"Lee, we can't." Starbuck's voice was flirty, teasing the man currently kissing his way down her neck. Hot Dog's eyes went wide as he realized what she was talking about. The CAG had his fingers on the zipper of her sweatshirt and was currently pulling it down inch by slow inch.

"Come on, Kara. No one comes down this way. We have been meeting here every night for weeks, and no one has ever caught us."

"You were never trying to undress me before," Starbuck argued.

Hot Dog couldn't see Apollo's reaction or hear what he said in response. His attention was focused on the fact that Starbuck's zip sweatshirt was completely undone. The CAG's fingers teased the two sides of her sweatshirt until he had her chest bared to the cold air. Starbuck hissed a little, but she was biting her lip in anticipation.

The words slipped right off her tongue as Apollo lowered his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth. "Oh frak me." Hot Dog watched her hands reach up to hold the back of Apollo's head in place. Her body started squirming against the wall. When Apollo switched to her other breast, she moaned. "That's enough, Lee. You've had your fun." When he didn't stop, she swatted at his back. "Seriously, someone could walk around that corner."

"No one is going to walk around that corner, Kara," Apollo insisted, pulling back to smile at her. Hot Dog's eyes went wide as his CAG took a step back and started unbuttoning his pants.

He expected to hear Starbuck's famous temper flare. He expected to see her push Apollo away and start swearing at him for being so presumptuous. Hell, she should have slugged him the second he started unzipping her clothes.

None of that happened, though.

Instead, Starbuck crossed her arms in front of her and smiled. "No."

Apollo's hands paused. "What?"

"I said no."

Hot Dog had never seen his CAG look so crushed. "Are you serious?"

"Give me one reason why I should."

Apollo leaned in to press her body into the wall. He whispered something in her ear that earned him a smile. Hot Dog strained to hear, but his position behind the crates was too far away. Apollo pulled back and kissed Starbuck, nipping on her bottom lip. "Please, Kara."

This could not be happening, Hot Dog decided. He must have passed out in his bunk or at the triad table. He could not be witnessing his CAG begging Starbuck to let him frak her. Though why he would dream about something like this was behind him. He had had many dreams where a naked Starbuck had a prominent role, but the Commander had never been a part of them.

All thoughts of dreams slid from his mind as Starbuck pulled her sweats to the ground, kicking them a few feet away. Hot Dog had seen her in her skivvies many times when he had been in the senior officers' bunkroom, but it had never been like this. He could see how fraking turned on she was by the damp spot between her legs. The CAG must have been working her up for a while before Hot Dog stumbled upon them.

Starbuck reached out and finished unbuttoning Apollo's pants. She slid them down, and Hot Dog watched an appreciative smile cross her face. "Well, looks like I won't have to wait in anticipation, sir."

Apollo's response was a growl. He grabbed her right thigh and pulled it up to his waist while his other hand pushed her skivvies to the side. Hot Dog felt a tight pain in his pants and looked down to see that the Captain wasn't the only one being affected by what was happening. For a brief second, he wondered if Starbuck and Apollo were distracted enough for him to take care of his little problem. He shook the idea away. He would have to take his eyes off the scene in front of him if he wanted to get some proper relief. This was too much of a once in a lifetime opportunity for him to frak it up by getting horny and demanding his own release.

A flush came over Hot Dog as he watched Starbuck's reaction as Apollo pushed himself deep inside of her. Her mouth dropped open as she fought for breath, but no sound came out. He watched her hands push Apollo's shirt up until her nails met his back. The CAG hissed in pain but didn't stop thrusting.

"Frak," Starbuck growled. "Harder, Lee. Oh gods. Harder."

Something occurred to Hot Dog as he watched the CAG silently frak the flight instructor. No one used first names on Galactica. It was a personal touch that seemed out of place in an impersonal world, and often it just felt out of place. Except for Starbuck and Apollo, that is. No one would ever dream of calling either one of them Kara or Lee. Okay, maybe Helo got away with it every once in a while, but that was it.

And yet Apollo and Starbuck did it all the time to each other. They only brought rank and call signs into the mix when they were angry with one another.

Hot Dog had never noticed that before. Maybe it was something about the way that Apollo was softly panting her name now that brought it into perspective. Everyone wondered what it was about those two pilots that was so different from others. Hot Dog figured that maybe the answer was staring him in the face.

Starbuck's soft whimper made his focus again, and Hot Dog realized that the tone had shifted. It had been something smooth before. Now it was just primal. Her breasts shook as Apollo's thrust became more primal. The rhythm of the frak faded out into an all-out frenzy. Starbuck hissed words of encouragement as she came close to the edge.

Apollo kept repeating her name over and over again, a soft mantra of concentration, as he fraked her with an intensity that Hot Dog had never seen, let alone personally felt.

Starbuck was the first to break, and this time she couldn't bite back the scream. Apollo didn't last long after that.

Hot Dog was still reeling as he watched his CAG and lead pilot disengage from one another, straightening clothes and sharing small, secretive smiles. He found himself wondering if maybe he had hit his head on something. He hadn't thought he'd ever be fantasizing something like this, but there was a bulge in his pants telling him he should have been doing this a lot sooner. Watching Starbuck lose control was a lot more fulfilling than pretending like he could make her lose control. It was more realistic somehow.

After shutting his eyes for a moment, Hot Dog felt himself calm and took another peek above the crates. Apollo was zipping up Starbuck's sweatshirt, a large grin plastered on his face.

"Don't look so proud," Starbuck growled.

Apollo leaned in to kiss her, and Starbuck's hands came to rest on the nape of his neck, holding him in place. It felt odd to Hot Dog. He had never seen anything like this before. The fraking in the halls, sure. There had been plenty of that. But usually it was engage, frak, disengage. There was no lingering. There was no emotion.

"Kara." Apollo pulled back to look at the woman in his arms.

A quiet smile lit up Starbuck's face, and she leaned in to rest her forehead against his shoulder. "I know, Lee. Me, too."

For the first time, Hot Dog understood he shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be witnessing this private moment even if it was between his two commanding officers. Standing up, he moved as silently as he could down the corridor, groaning as his pants rubbed against his still present erection. He really needed to take care of that. Images of what he had just witnessed popped back to the top of his mind.

No, he shouldn't have a problem taking care of anything tonight.