Tomorrow

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Chapter 10: Decisions

They returned to Telos. Obi-Wan would not speak of Xanatos’ vision, and the older man refused to bring it up again. It had caused enough of a rift between him and his lover. Their first night back, both had fallen exhausted into bed. On the following day, Xanatos had been kept busy by attending to various business matters that had been neglected during their vacation.

He cut his meetings short, though, when he sensed his lover wanted – needed – him.

Opening the door to what he now thought of as their home, he called out for Obi-Wan. The younger man came slinking toward Xanatos in a pair of black leather pants that looked as if he had been sewn into them, his feet were bare, and the sleek muscles of his chest were exposed to Xanatos’ hungry gaze.

The boy’s eyes were wary and worried, but there was a hint of resolve in that blue gaze that worried the fallen Jedi. Obi-Wan even looked different.

Xanatos studied Obi-Wan carefully; unable for a moment to pinpoint what was different about him. Then it hit him. Obi-Wan’s Padawan braid was gone. Though his hair had grown longer, the braid had still been discernible, a tangible reminder of his life as a Jedi. It had been a source of irritation for Xanatos, but not one worth fighting over with Obi-Wan.

And now it was gone. That had to be good news. Didn’t it?

“You cut your hair,” he rasped, putting his hand behind Obi-Wan’s head and drawing him close. His breath ghosted over Obi-Wan’s lips. “Why, little one?”

Obi-Wan leaned into Xan’s embrace and his tongue slowly traced the outline of the older man’s lips. “Don’t you like it?” he whispered, his hips canting forward so that their bellies touched.

A soft grunt escaped Xan as his hands fell to Obi-Wan’s hips. “I didn’t say that,” Xanatos replied quietly.

The younger man gave a throaty chuckle. “I didn’t think you’d have any objections.”

Tilting up Obi-Wan’s face with his fingers, Xanatos stared into those ever-changing blue orbs. “I think you know exactly how much I like it,” he said in a husky voice.

“I’m glad,” Obi-Wan replied simply. Then his lips moved up to Xan’s and his tongue swept tentatively inside, as if Obi-Wan was unsure of his welcome.

But Xanatos’ mouth opened in an immediate and warm response. The fallen Jedi gave a groan as Obi-Wan used all of the tricks that Xanatos himself had taught him. The young man’s hands came up to tenderly twine in the soft ebony strands while Obi-Wan rubbed his obvious erection promisingly against the hardness stirring to life in Xanatos’ trousers.

“I want you, Xan,” Obi-Wan whispered in a voice husky with need.

Xanatos trembled at the naked desire in Obi-Wan’s words. “Oh gods, little one,” he replied. “You can’t want me half as much as I want you.”

“Shall we put it to the test?” Obi-Wan breathed in his ear, the hot rasp of his tongue chasing his words.

His hands were shaking as Xanatos brushed back the auburn hair and then touched his knuckles to Obi-Wan’s high cheekbones. “Will you make me beg for mercy?” Xan did not seem at all distressed by the notion.

Obi-Wan’s nimble fingers tugged at Xan’s pants. “Perhaps…” Then he gave a soft laugh of satisfaction as his fingers curled around the older man’s already straining erection. “My, we ARE eager this evening.”

The young man caressed and stroked Xan until the fallen Jedi felt his knees go weak and sweat bead on his brow and upper lip. “Obi-Wan…” he hissed as the boy gave a deft twist of his hand.

“Yes?” Obi-Wan asked, his tone playful and teasing.

“If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to explode in your hand,” Xanatos ground out between clenched teeth.

“Now that does sound promising,” Obi-Wan purred in his ear. “Perhaps later…”

Xanatos grunted as Obi-Wan’s hand slipped down and cupped his balls before giving a gentle squeeze. With a growl, Xan yanked him close and devoured his soft lips, his tongue lashing and demanding more. Obi-Wan surrendered sweetly, whimpering softly deep in his throat. The sound went straight to Xan’s groin, making his erection pulse and twitch.

Moving Obi-Wan backward, his mouth never leaving the sweet haven of his lover’s, Xan guided him toward the bedroom. When Obi-Wan’s legs hit the bed, he fell back and Xanatos landed on top of him, letting his arms take the brunt of his weight. Obi-Wan clutched at him, his hips arching up to grind his erection against Xanatos.

“I want you inside of me,” Obi-Wan panted.

Xanatos groaned and his hands met Obi-Wan’s as they both worked frantically to remove Obi-Wan’s pants. The fallen Jedi laughed softly in satisfaction when, together, they pushed the tight-fitting pants down to Obi-Wan’s knees. The young man used his feet to push them off entirely and then spread his legs invitingly. Xanatos settled himself between slim thighs and licked at Obi-Wan’s nipples, and then lightly nipped at one hard peak. Obi-Wan held his head close, murmuring his approval over and over again.

One long, slim finger entered Obi-Wan slowly and the young man arched into the touch. “Slowly,” Xan admonished gently.

“I…can’t…,” Obi-Wan confessed. “I want to feel you moving inside of me – NOW!’

“Patience, my love,” Xan advised, even as he called a small vial of oil to his hand. He pulled his finger out, ignoring Obi’s cry of protest. Liberally, Xanatos poured the oil into his palm. He emptied the tiny bottle and tossed it aside, the oil dripping from his hand.

Obi-Wan cried out as that slick hand closed around his cock and began moving in a tantalizing and tortuously slow rhythm. “Do you like feeling my hands on you?” Xan whispered, drinking in the sight of the beautiful young man writhing on his bed.

“Force, yes!” Obi-Wan grunted, his lips working up and down, his belly taut and his eyes rolling back in his head.

Xan kissed his way down Obi-Wan’s lean form, pausing to blow warm air across the weeping crown of the younger man’s erection. Then he licked at it, one long, leisurely sweep of his tongue. The oil tasted light and sweet in his mouth, and underneath it was the unique, heady flavor of Obi-Wan himself. It was clean and masculine, with a slight hint of salt. “I love the way you taste,” Xan murmured.

Obi-Wan could do nothing more than moan, for Xanatos had started to stroke him again. “I love the way you scream for me when you come,” the fallen Jedi continued, his voice as thick and heavy as temptation. “I love the way your sweet body opens up in welcome for me,” he whispered as his finger thrust into the willing young body once more. “And I love you, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Xan declared softly.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and groaned, a sound that was half protest, half need. Xan’s one finger was soon two, steadily working in and out. He felt Obi-Wan’s muscles loosen and then he stroked that place inside of him that always made the boy catch his breath. Just as it did this time.

Xan could delay no longer and pulled his fingers from his lover. He hissed at the feel of his own hand on his straining cock, felt his balls tighten. No – it was too soon. He gathered his calm center toward him, reached out for the control he so desperately needed using the Force. When he felt he could go on and not come with the first thrust into the silken heat waiting for him, he took a deep breath and pressed in.

Both men moaned loudly as Xan started the long, slow glide in. Obi-Wan wrapped his legs around Xanatos’ slim waist and his hand gripped Xan’s muscular arms. “Fuck me, Xan,” he implored.

Xan shuddered and rested his forehead against Obi’s shoulder. “Just a moment, love, or I’m afraid I’ll spill myself on the first stroke.”

“I’d join you,” Obi-Wan whispered, the sultry promise warming Xan’s ear as Obi-Wan thrust his hips up insistently.

Xan leaned back and hooked his arms under Obi-Wan’s knees. Then he pulled back and thrust forward – hard. Obi-Wan hissed in pain, but his hips met Xan’s next thrust. Soon the men were moving together in a hard, fast rhythm that allowed no rest. In and out, harder and faster, their need making them frantic in their movements. They could not seem to get close enough to each other, Xan could not get deep enough and Obi-Wan could not draw him in enough to be where they wanted to be. Xan wrapped his long fingers around Obi-Wan’s cock and stroked in time to their hips.

Obi-Wan fell first; with a loud cry he exploded in Xan’s stroking hand. The streams of pearly fluid felt hot on Xan’s skin, and that heat combined with the squeezing of the flesh caressing his own cock sent him tumbling over the edge as well. With one last desperate thrust, Xan grunted and filled his lover with his seed.

Trembling, Xan lowered himself until he was nestled against Obi-Wan’s heaving chest. Wearily, he reached up and brushed back the hair from the young man’s sweaty forehead. “Little one…” he murmured the endearment.

Then Obi-Wan reached down and tilted up Xan’s face so that he could stare into his former captor’s eyes. “Xanatos…” he whispered. “I’ve made a decision…” He lightly kissed Xan’s mouth and then his lips came to rest briefly on the ink-black locks. “We need to talk.”

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