Clutching My Cure

Chapter Twenty-One


~~~ He awoke to find himself with an almost painful morning erection. What was causing even more discomfort was the fact that it was pressed against a pair of well rounded, nude cheeks. The next thing to penetrate his sleep hazed mind was the fact that he was spooned behind a warm body, knee wedged between a pair of sparsely haired, muscular legs.

A head was pillowed on his free arm, fingers loosely linked with his. His other hand was pressed flat against well defined abdominal muscles, curiosity encouraging him to begin making slow circular motions. The figure cradled in his embrace stirred in response to the petting, a soft sigh of pleasure reaching his ears. Eager to test his luck further, he pressed his aching cock closer and began a gently humping action.

He was forced to bite his lip as pleasure points throughout his body sang in reaction. Breathing heavily, his tongue snaked out and caressed the shell of the slumbering man’s ear before beginning a journey down the corded neck. Teeth gently sank into vulnerable skin, the sleeping beauty pushing back against him in response. A smile of delight split his lips as his hand began to wander lower.

Sliding through crisp pubic hairs, his hand reached the still slumbering man’s own erection with unerring accuracy. He allowed his palm to stroke the impressive length, marveling at the feel of satiny skin that encased the rigid organ. Fingers lightly stroked the smooth head, a bead of moisture gathering on the tip. The briefest of hesitations before he captured the pre-cum on a fingertip and brought it to his mouth. A groan rumbled low in his throat as the taste exploded on his taste buds.

Musky, salty and uniquely Obi-Wan.

Sweat now beading his forehead, Bruck carefully slipped his numb arm free and disentangled his leg from between the other man’s. Moving with caution, he slipped Obi-Wan onto his back and admired the golden skinned body laid out before him. Head thrown back in his sleep, long golden-red hair was tousled on the white satin bedding, full lips parted and begging to be tasted.

"So beautiful," Bruck breathed in reverence.

He longed to repay the fallen Jedi for the hours of pleasure Kenobi had gifted him with over the last few days. When he was forced to return to the Temple and the lonesome life of a knight, he wanted to have as many memories stored up as possible. They would be all he would have to sustain him over the years. Forcing the melancholy that accompanied the thought to the farthest reaches of his mind, he pushed Obi-Wan’s legs apart and slipped in between them.

Inexperienced in giving pleasure of this type, Bruck was pleasantly surprised when he was able to incite a powerful response from the man he loved simply by running his tongue around the head. Back arching off the bed, Obi-Wan’s eyes flew open as Bruck’s ministrations proceeded to the base and back again, before his tongue ventured along the underside. Encouraged by the gasps of pleasure issuing from Obi-Wan’s throat, Bruck took the entire penis into his mouth and began to bob his head back and forth in order to set up a steady slide in and out of his mouth.

Fingers plowed into the white spikes of his hair, holding him in place as Obi-Wan gently began to rock his hips in time to the rhythm Bruck had established.

"Bruck! Oh…Force! Bruck!" ~~~~~~~~~~

"Chun!"

Bruck blinked sleep from his eyes as he was pulled from the depths of the pleasant dream, the face bent over him slowly coming into focus. Obi-Wan was staring down at him with a look in his eyes that sent Bruck’s heart racing.

"Must have been one hell of a dream you were having."

Bruck cleared his throat nervously and sat up in the bed. "Oh?"

Obi-Wan stretched next to him, seemingly oblivious to his state of nudity. "You started dry humping me and I swear you’d suddenly sprouted ten hands."

“Sorry.” His mumbled apology brushed off, Bruck watched with interest as Obi-Wan stood and wrapped the sheet around his waist. There was something different about the fallen Jedi, something had changed since the night before but he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was. “You seem much calmer this morning.”

Arms lifted above his head, Obi-Wan stretched once again, rippling stomach muscles drawing Bruck’s wanting gaze. “I tend to do some of my best thinking while I’m sleeping. I think that’s why I have such a hard time waking up. I have too much to sort out still.”

Shocked into silence as he was gifted with a genuine smile for the first time, Bruck could only stare mutely. He wouldn’t have believed that anything could make Obi-Wan even more beautiful to his eyes but he’d been sadly mistaken. The smile lit the fallen Jedi up from the inside out and gave Bruck a brief glimpse of the Obi-Wan he’d known as a child. It also managed to bring home once again just how much he’d lose once he returned to the Temple.

“I assume you came to peace with what you walked in on yesterday?”

Something moved through the blue-gray eyes that had the hairs on the back of Bruck’s neck standing on end.

“Let’s just say it reaffirmed something I’d believed all along.” Moving over to a side table, Obi-Wan poured a glass of water and drank deeply.

Watching him closely, Bruck felt a twinge of uneasiness. Although his connection to the Force was blocked, he was still capable of picking up the agitated currents that swarmed around his companion. Uncertain why, he hurried forward and grasped Obi-Wan’s elbow in order to pull him around. His heart plummeted as he clearly read the signs of resignation that shifted under the surface.

“You’ve been testing him, haven’t you?” His question met with stubborn silence, he continued on. “You’re experiences with Master Qui-Gon, the populace of Melida/Daan, and that pilot, taught you that you can trust no one but yourself.”

Teeth clenching, Obi-Wan sat the glass down with a thud. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been pushing him, showing him the worst sides of yourself on every occasion, waiting to see just how far you can trust him before he let’s you down too. How long it would take before he walked away and abandoned you like the others.” Bruck thought his heart would break as he was forced to watch the bereft look that settled over Obi-Wan’s face. “Finding him kissing Jinn was the ultimate betrayal in your eyes. Nothing he could have done could wound you worse. And now you’re going to cut him out of your life before he has a chance to abandon you first.”

“He already has!” The anguished cry reverberated in the room. Shielding his emotions, Obi-Wan closed the distance between them and reached up to cup Bruck’s face between his hands. “Forget Xanatos, forget Jinn. Stay with me.”

The fallen Jedi watched in bafflement as Bruck’s eyes slid shut and his expression grew anguished. “I love you too much to settle for being second best in your heart.”

Lifting his hands, Bruck pulled Obi-Wan’s away with visible regret. Locking gazes with the bewildered man, he pleaded with both his eyes and words.

“That's not what you truly want. Go to Master Qui-Gon. Talk to him about the past and try to find some closure before you ruin what you have with Xanatos.” Leaning closer, his lips hovered a breath away. “Please, Obi. Do it for me if not for yourself.”

He could feel Obi-Wan’s resistance crumbling as he pressed a gentle kiss against his would-be-lover’s lips. When he pulled back the breath caught in his throat at the emotions that moved through the multi-hued eyes. They were ones he'd only dreamed of one day having directed at himself. Not love, but perhaps the next best thing.

Obi-Wan studied him, Bruck Chun, with deep affection and respect. And perhaps most important of all, trust.