The Lake

The night air was muggy and humid and what little breeze that flowed across him was warm. What he would give for some sort of air cooling equipment. Too bad their survival kit’s only cooling apparatus was a full pressurized suit. It wasn’t hot enough for that amount of uncomfortable inconvenience, but it also wasn’t cool enough to sleep.

Apollo turned onto his back hoping the breeze would cool the sweat gathering on his chest. If anything the muggy air made him sweat more. The light covering he had was crumpled at his feet along with most of his clothes. If he thought removing his skivvies would have afforded him any amount of additional comfort, Apollo would have happily kicked them off as well. It was just to hot. Sighing in resignation, Apollo sat up and grabbed a large thick leaf that he’d set down earlier. He began to energetically fan himself only to be disappointed by the lack of cooling the additional airflow offered.

Behind him Apollo heard a loud splash and quickly turned around. Starbuck was gone. Rising from his makeshift bed, Apollo headed down the slope to the small lake that was near their camp.

As he reached the waters edge, ripples flowed outward to meet him, be otherwise Apollo saw nothing in the water. The moon was full and it shown a bright hazy light on the surface of the lake making the water glow. Just then Starbuck rose up from the water, his back to Apollo, in all his naked glory. He was hip deep in water that looked like fluid metal. The water running off his body flowed down him in glowing waves of reflected moonlight.

The sight before Apollo was one of a mystical god emerging from a pond of magic. As the water flowed down Starbuck’s back, it extenuated every curve, every hard muscle. The sigh was one Apollo would treasure for a long time. This newly born god turned slightly sidewise, then bent backward in an arch that took Apollo’s breath away. Starbuck easily managed to dips his golden mane into the water, tossing his head gently from side to side, appearing to relish the feeling of the cool water. The arch of his body exposed rippling muscle to the caress of the moon light. This creature of fantasy deepened his arch and the water parted as a beautiful shaft rose up and out of the water like some mystical sword of legend. It bobbed up and down for a moment as if it were kissing the water from which it had emerged.

Apollo was frozen, he couldn’t move as he beheld the sight before him. The heat of moment before was forgotten in the flash of fire that now coursed throughout his body. Apollo didn’t remember removing his skives, but relished the feel of the breeze as it caressed him causing his own desire to rise as if waving to it’s long lost friend. The godlike creature before him slowly turned toward Apollo and it’s small mystical sword waved back.

Apollo felt like he was in a trance, Starbuck’s eyes held his demanding something more from him. The feel of water against his feet told Apollo that he had moved into the water. He couldn’t take his eyes off the god before him as he walked slowly into the water. He gasped as the cool water caressed his balls, causing his own cock to dip reflectively down to be engulfed by the cooling embrace of the lake. The cold water did not cool his ardor though. Apollo felt a thrilling animalistic rush flow through him that only made him harder. Stopping hip deep in the lake Apollo reviled in the experience, the feel of the cool lake enclosing him, the smoldering eyes before him that seemed to bore into his very soul. He waited. Slowly the creature of magic and moonlight moved toward him, sending ripples to tantalize him as they gently lapped at against his body.

Without a word the glowing god pulled Apollo into his arms; skin again skin, cock sliding across cock. The moan that tried to escape Apollo was suck away by the demanding mouth that captured his own. Warm hands roamed across his back then down to gently caress his buttocks before pulling him even closer. Their cocks feverishly ground together. The water cushioned Apollo as he found himself guided down into the cooling liquid, the soft sand cushion him as his backside landed at the bottom lake. The hard body above him was now floating just a hairs breath above his own, the small waves they created dipped it up and down allowing their bodies to brush across one another.

Those soft demanding lips had left his mouth and were now traveling across his chin and down his neck. There they gently sucked at the pulse they found and a warm soft tongue teased the sensitizing skin there.

Apollo arched upward needing more contact between them. Starbuck answered him with a thrust that pushed Apollo deeper into the sandy bottom as their hips ground together. Apollo’s body began to shudder as he felt himself nearing his climax. He grabbed Starbuck, thrusting upwards against him as the world exploded around him. He continued to shudder as he emptied himself against Starbuck gaining his release.

Apollo opened his eyes and looked around him. He was laying on his makeshift bed, his light covering across his waist. Apollo felt a breeze cool the spot on his shorts that were now wet. Guiltily, he looked over to where Starbuck slept. Thankfully, Starbuck was still asleep. This was not something he wanted to have to explain to Starbuck. Shamed at his own thoughts and dreams Apollo got up and headed toward the small lake. Apollo turned back to gaze at the still sleeping Starbuck. The moon shone across Starbuck uncovered back, shining off the sweat covered muscles. Apollo sighed at the sight that had driven him to such a dream, then turned and headed down to the forgiving waters of the lake

Behind him Apollo did not see Starbuck turnover and watch him leave. A smile settled on Starbuck‘s face as he quietly got up and followed Apollo down to the lake.