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Please accept this small gift fic. Karl/Kara/Lee. 2200 words. NC17 like fucking whoa. I hope you like it, dearest! Cheers and blessings and good wishes!

Karl’s stumbling back to the dorm room with Kara and Lee, not half as drunk as he wishes he was. He’d thought six pints would get him to point B, but he’s still hovering at point A-and-a-half, too godsdamn sober to deal with the way Kara clings to Lee and presses him against every other hallway door, hitches up one leg and grinds into him while she kisses him.

“Jealous?” she says to Karl.

Frak yes, he’s jealous. He’s known Kara since he was seventeen and she was fifteen, back when she was the punk kid that snuck into his room and slept in his bed, hogging up the blankets and pillows, her socks scratchy against his calves.

But not once has Karl been on her radar for anything other than friendship. Usually, he doesn't mind, not much, anyway. He’s still the person she comes to with all her problems, the person she spars with, the person whose arms she falls asleep in when she’s angry at the world. Godsdamn, though, seeing her like that with Lee hurts. He's not a jealous man, but who doesn't have some limits?

“So, Karl. Approximately how long have you wanted me?” Kara asks, still all over Lee. Lee’s too busy with his mouth sucking Kara’s neck to properly notice; and Karl also gets the distinct impression that he doesn’t really mind Kara’s blatant flirtation.

“Approximately, Kara? You’re awful shit faced to be using words like that.”

“Don’t change the subject,” she says, before whispering something into Lee’s ear Karl doesn’t catch. Lee smiles and nods before the expression on his face grows darker.

“Can we just keep it moving, love birds?” says Karl. “I’d like to get a little bit of sleep tonight.”

They arrive at Kara and Karl’s room after a few wrong turns—okay, Karl may be at point A-and-three-quarters. He shoves his key into the lock, fumbling for a few seconds.

Lee’s the one to grab his hand and steady it. “You all right there, Karl?” he asks.

“Fantastic,” Karl says, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

He heads to retrieve himself a pillow and a blanket so he can get the hell out of here. Tonight he’ll sleep on the couch in the dorm lounge while Kara and Lee go at it—loud and fast and hard, like they always do.

Karl has no desire to relive the night when he’d been stuck in his bed, feigning sleep, as Lee frakked Kara against the room door, her legs wrapped around his waist as she screamed with every thrust. There’s no way Karl can deal with Kara’s rasping moans tonight, not unless he’s the one causing them, so he’s already half out the door.

But Kara grabs his arm, and says, “Nooo. It’s too early for the night to end.” She’s beautiful and tipsy and has spent a good part of the evening laughing at all of Karl’s bad jokes, so when she pulls him even closer, her tongue darting against his earlobe, then whispers, “Wanna watch us?”—it’s not like there’s really any chance Karl’s going to say no, no matter how kind of frakked up it is.

“Watch?” says Karl.

Lee’s silent, leaning against the door frame, unbuttoning his shirt down to his under-tank.

Karl doesn’t quite believe that Lee’s okay with this—tight-lipped, baton up his ass, Lee Adama—but how else to explain his utterly unfazed demeanor?

Kara grabs Karl’s face, pulls it toward hers, her lips centimeters from his chin as he’s got a few inches on her. “If you’re patient, maybe I’ll even let you frak me. Would you like that?.”

Yes, Kara. Karl would like that.

"I promise you I’ll make you feel good," she says, as if he needs convincing.

Karl’s already whipping off his t-shirt, unbuckling his belt.

Kara smiles appreciatively at his bare chest and arms, and that look on her face—like she maybe wouldn’t mind ditching Lee for him—shoots straight to his cock. He’s hard and he wants her, bad.

Lee's clearly game for the whole thing, his gaze flashing to Karl’s.

“Eyes on me, flyboy,” Kara says to Lee, and she doesn’t have to tell him twice. He pushes her back against the bed and she falls onto the mattress.

“What do you want, Kara?” he asks, taking off his tank, revealing muscled arms, statuesque abs. He’s a beautiful specimen, and Karl’s cock twitches at the thought of getting to watch Lee frak Kara.

Kara rolls her head to the side in the bed, catching Karl’s gaze. “What do you want?” she asks. She licks her lips, swollen from kissing Lee.

“What?” says Karl, voice cracking like he’s a godsdamn twelve year old and not a senior at the Academy about to get his wings.

“What do you want him to do to me? What do you want me to do to him?” she asks. It’s a challenge, because everything with Kara is a challenge.

“Do you want him to frak me from behind?” she goes on, “while I grind my clit against the pillow, watch him take out his cock at the last minute and shoot his come all over my ass?”

And Karl can’t believe he once used to think of Kara as his little sister, wonders if maybe that was always a farce—something he told himself to make it easier to share a dorm room with her.

“Karl,” she says. “I want to frak. Don’t make me wait. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

The first thing that flashes in his head makes him feel immediately guilty, and he thinks he’s really not half the guy people seem to think he is. He passes on the dirtier things, wishing to keep a little bit of his dignity. No doubt Kara would be into it, but he’s not sure he can make himself say I want Lee to frak your mouth then come all over your lips while you frak yourself with four fingers.

“Please,” Kara says, chest heaving, lips wet, hair disheveled.

Like he could say no to that.

“Kara, I want you to stand against the wall,” he says. “Lee, I want you on your knees so you can frak her with your tongue.”

Kara smiles and gets up, leaning back against the wall by the desk. Lee’s right behind her.

“Wait,” Karl says.

They turn to him. “Yeah?” asks Lee.

“I want you to take off your trousers,” Karl says, unbuttoning his own jeans.

Lee smirks, gives Karl this look that says you’ve got to be kidding me, but he’s clearly into it, because he unzips, shimmies until he’s in only his briefs, the fabric tented. Karl can see the dark wet spot on the grey cotton, where pre-come has leaked out, and Karl wonders how wet Lee’s cock is.

“And me?” Kara says.

“Naked,” says Karl. “And get that.” He points to the chair at Kara’s desk. “I want you to put your foot up on it so you spread yourself nice and wide for me.”

She blushes. Kara frakking Thrace blushes.

“Well, aren’t you bossy?” she says.

Yeah, maybe he is, but he’s never not called one of Kara’s bluffs. He’s the only one who can take her in triad, and this is why.

“You started this,” Karl says.

Lee chimes in, “Strip, Kara, so I can see you. So we can see you.”

When she does take off her clothes, quick and without spectacle, it’s sexy as hell, her body strong and athletic but softened by curves.

“Gods, Kara,” says Karl, letting his length pop out the fly of his boxers. She doesn’t bother putting on a show for him, doesn’t massage her breasts her run her fingers between her legs. Just stands there, clearly wanting.

Lee gets the chair and places it next to her. She sets her foot on top out to the side, opening herself up.

“Go,” Kara says, eyes on Lee. He drops to his knees, runs his tongue slowly up Kara’s thigh before her reaching her slit, moving up to her clit.

Karl grabs his cock in a loose fist while he watches Kara move her hips slowly into Lee’s mouth, going in circles. It’s unbelievably hot to see her like this—this part of Kara he knew instinctively existed, but had never seen. She’s vulnerable standing there, spread open, her body desperate for pressure and wetness. It’s beautiful to see Kara, the girl who’s never lost a fight, pumping herself into a man’s tongue because she wants it and needs it, letting herself desire and be desired.

Kara’s eyes flash to Karl's, heavy with lust, and she’s watching him watch her. He’s painfully hard, and wants to rub one out nice and fast, but the promise of her lips around his cock, or his length sliding in and out of her, gives him patience

“More,” Kara keens, her palm pressed against the back of Lee’s hair, pushing him down. Her other hand is behind her head, against the wall, stretching her torso, and her breasts move lewdly as she fraks Lee’s tongue.

“Karl,” she says, and that gets his attention. “Come here. Want you. Want you both.” He’s there in seconds, ready to do whatever she asks.

Lee backs up, wipes off his face. “Get on the floor, Kara,” says Lee. “Lie back.”

She obeys, and Karl follows, all three of them now on the dingy dorm room carpet. “What do you want, Kara?” Karl asks.

She pulls him in, kisses him, and frak, her mouth is hot and shooting sparks, her lips incredibly soft. Lee moves up from her cunt to her belly button, to her breasts, to her collar bone, to her neck. She’s making the sweetest sounds into Karl’s mouth, and Karl lets his hand meander down her body to her thighs, to the slick heat between her legs. She groans as he slips two fingers into her, frakking her.

Then he feels it, her hand wrapping tightly around his dick.

“Frak, Kara,” he says, but she doesn’t respond, apparently lost in the sensation of Karl’s fingers inside her, Lee’s tongue on her neck, his hands pinching her nipples hard.

“Want you inside me,” she manages, and Karl doesn’t know whether she’s talking about him or Lee. But then Lee moves back, stroking his cock, and that answers it for him.

Karl positions himself on top of her, taking in the beauty of a naked Kara begging for him, as he nudges his cock against her. He’s thicker than Lee, and Kara had felt achingly tight around his fingers; he needs to go slow, doesn’t want to hurt her.

“Inside,” she says, pushing up her hips, snaking her hands around his back to pull him down.

He can’t say no to her, so he slides in, and the sound she emits as he does so is gorgeous and hot and wanton, and he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to go his whole life without hearing that sound again.

Karl registers Lee off to the side jerking off, his breathing growing rapid, and that turns him on even more. Karl starts to frak Kara with deep, hard strokes, slowly at first, then moving faster. She’s watching him, her eyes wide open, and she rubs her clit furiously.

This is Kara. He still doesn’t believe it.

“So beautiful,” he mutters into her ear, his hand gripping her waist hard for leverage. He feels her walls gripping his cock, and she must be close.

“That’s right, Kara,” he says. “Come for me, please Gods, come for me.”

They’re kissing again, hot and unbidden, full of wet tongues and lips. Her legs squeeze around his waist hard enough that there will be marks, and she starts to buck up into him, calling his name—his frakking name—as she climaxes, her body moving uncontrollably underneath him. The rapidity and wildness of her writhing is too much for him, and he lets go, too, coming inside her so frakking hard.

And Lords of Kobol, she’s still saying his name, moaning it into his ear as she comes down from her high.

Karl rolls off top, cradling her close, sees that Lee has finished himself off. He gets on the other side of Kara, facing her back, and rests his palm on her bare ass.

“Frak, that was good,” Kara says, quietly, strands of hair sticking to her forehead from her sweat.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” says Lee, kissing her neck, letting his face stay buried there.

Karl doesn’t know where he fits into the little thing those two have, so he says nothing, just watches Kara, keeps her against his chest, glad to have a small piece of her.