Embers: Sequel to Crash and Burn

(This chapter has been slightly edited from the LJ version.)

Jacen stretched out on the ground, on top of a thick and furry blanket, and rested his head on Anakin’s lap. Anakin gently stroked his hair and rubbed the back of his neck, and they sat in near silence for several minutes. The only sound was the water gently bubbling past them, and an occasional light rustling of leaves.

“I was so worried about you,” Jacen finally said. “And when I heard that you’d been captured – I couldn’t sleep.” He twisted around and looked up at Anakin.

“I’d have found my way out, eventually,” said Anakin. “I never should have gotten caught in the first place, but I was vulnerable. I didn’t know what happened to Allana, and had a vision, and Desa… she brought back memories that I didn’t want to think about again.” Jacen felt Anakin tense up, almost, but not quite, imperceptibly. “I got over it.”

“Did you really?” Jacen asked. He lightly touched Anakin’s mind and picked up lingering traces of fear, flowing around a core as strong as durasteel that they couldn’t penetrate.

“Yeah.” Anakin slid his arms around Jacen, and Jacen sat up partway, half laying on Anakin and half sitting on his lap, with his head against the other man’s chest. He felt Anakin’s steady, slow heartbeat against his cheek.

“I love you,” Jacen whispered.

“I know.”

Jacen growled deep in his throat and climbed around to face Anakin. He easily tackled Anakin and wrestled him down to the ground, meeting very little resistance, and then he was kneeling over Anakin, hands on shoulders. They looked at each other for a few seconds in the dim light, and then Jacen leaned his head down to touch Anakin’s lips with his own.

They rolled over onto their sides, now in a light embrace, and Jacen sucked gently on Anakin’s lower lip. Anakin moaned softly into his mouth, and Jacen quieted the moan with his tongue, slicking it across Anakin’s lips and then pushing it inside.

He couldn’t get enough of the taste; this time it was probably traces of berry juice, adding to the liquid warmth that Jacen hungered for. That would never run out, and – he hoped – never go stale.

Jacen pulled Anakin to him, so tightly that he could feel Anakin’s hip bones through their clothes. He rested his hand on the back of Anakin’s thigh and massaged the warm skin there, just hard enough to rub out some of the tension in his hard muscles. “Closer,” he whispered, and Anakin, already pressed against him, wrapped his left leg around both of Jacen’s. Jacen smiled at him, eyes half closed, and slid his hand further towards Anakin’s ass.

He found the hole and pressed his index finger against it. Anakin settled against him and left a trail of soft kisses across his cheek. His leg relaxed over Jacen, and Jacen pushed his finger into Anakin.

Anakin shifted his weight to give Jacen easier access, and Jacen began to rub soft flesh with his fingertip. Anakin quietly groaned on Jacen’s shoulder, and sucked in his breath sharply when Jacen pushed against his prostate.

Jacen stroked him from the inside until Anakin was flushed and clinging to Jacen with one arm locked around him and the other drifting down between Anakin’s legs, trailing on Jacen’s chest and abdomen on its way down. “Oh, no, you don’t,” Jacen said, and caught Anakin’s hand. “We have all night. There’s no hurry.”

He slipped his middle finger inside. Anakin squirmed and writhed, with heavy breaths, and finally Jacen rested Anakin’s hand between them and thrust his hips upwards, so that Anakin could touch both of them at the same time. Anakin immediately starting pumping his hand over himself and Jacen; his first few strokes were soft and slow, but then he moves faster and squeezed harder. Jacen felt Anakin heat up, and his own cock swelled and hardened, its head touching the wiry black curls around Anakin’s reddened base.

“More,” Anakin gasped, and his eyes rolled back. “Please, Jacen, please.”

Jacen ground his crotch into Anakin’s one more time and then pushed Anakin’s knees to his chest. The other man whimpered when Jacen withdrew his hand, but Jacen leaned over him, and Anakin allowed himself to be pushed over so that he lay on his back, legs apart and bent, and Jacen lay on top of him.

Anakin was ready for him, and Jacen penetrated him easily. He rocked his hips from side to side, just a little bit, just enough to make Anakin start to pant. They thrust together in perfect time, and their hot breaths mingled until Jacen couldn’t stand it anymore – looking down at Anakin’s enraptured face, blue eyes closed, lips parted. Jacen kissed him. Greedy, possessive, you’re mine.

Anakin pressed his calves to Jacen’s shoulders. “Jacen-oh-Jacen-baby-please...”

One more thrust, sinking deep into Anakin’s sweet hole. Anakin cried out again and his legs trembled. His sperm shot out and sprayed over Jacen’s stomach and dripped onto his own.

“Oh, yes,” Jacen breathed, and crawled backwards. His tongue trailed from Anakin’s chin down to his belly button, and he licked him clean with long, lazy strokes. He softly sucked at the rim of Anakin’s belly button, and then put his head down, cheek pressed to Anakin’s firm abdomen.

“Roll over and lay down, Jasa,” Anakin whispered.

Jacen had been planning on reclining where he was and finishing himself off, but when he looked up and saw Anakin winking seductively, he lost interest in that and did as Anakin suggested. Anakin climbed over to him and gently pushed his thighs apart.

“Just lean back and relax,” said Anakin. He went down to the river, just a few meters away, and returned with a wet rag, which he then used to clean the sticky mess from Jacen's abdomen and wash his cock. Jacen felt himself start to get hard again just from that light touch.

After six years, Anakin knew exactly how to drive Jacen crazy. He started by swirling his tongue around the head of Jacen’s cock, and then slid his moist lips further and further up. Jacen forced himself not to push his hips forward, not wanting to choke Anakin, or interrupt his rhythm. “Anakin,” he sighed.

Anakin sucked harder, and contrasted the strong pull of his lips with light caresses of his tongue. Jacen felt hot, almost too hot, in the cool night air, and he stretched his arms out to both sides. Then Anakin pulled back and lifted Jacen’s cock. He fondled it while he bent his head down and kissed Jacen’s balls.

Jacen wriggled on the ground. He couldn’t help it; he was burning, with Anakin setting fire to him wherever their bodies touched. His muscles tensed, even though he tried to keep them relaxed and still. So hot... Ani...

Anakin took one of Jacen’s balls into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. Jacen’s breath caught in his throat, and he shouted as he came, shaking and sweating.

He held Anakin by the firelight, and neither one of them spoke. They didn’t have to; a finger running down the other’s jaw, or a pair of hands clasped between them, was all they needed. And Jacen kept quiet, not wanting to ruin the mood with words. This is what it should have been like from the start, he thought, and briefly mourned all their lost time.

Anakin kissed his forehead and embraced him. Jacen started to close himself off, and keep his thoughts of sorrow to himself, but Anakin wouldn’t let him. “It doesn’t matter where we were, as much as it matters where we are,” Anakin said. Hands ran up and down Jacen’s back. “This is forever.”

Jacen and Anakin returned to the clan hall early the next morning, as they promised. Jacen was hoping to find Allana waiting for them in her traveling clothes, but he was prepared to accept her refusal to go with them, as well. At least, he thought he was prepared for it; he didn’t know exactly how he would react, and he didn’t want to leave Dathomir without his daughter, but he would if he had to. He wasn’t going to make her decisions for her.

“Dad!” He turned toward the voice, and saw her there, in poorly patched black pants and a matching vest over a tan shirt. Allana ran over to him and gave him a hug. “I thought a lot about staying here or going back to Coruscant, and I decided that I want to finish my training. I already talked to Augwynne and she said she thinks that would be best, too, although she doesn’t really want me to go.”

“I’m so glad to hear that,” Jacen said, and he let out a breath that he hadn’t known he was holding. “Let’s go home.”