Clutching My Cure
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
9,689
Reviews:
147
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Jinn I never would have guessed you were a voyeur. If I had, it may have helped spice up our sex lives.”
Qui-Gon wasn’t the only one flinching from the snide remark, Bruck flushing in embarrassment while Obi-Wan grew deathly still. A cruel half-smile twisted Xanatos lips at their reactions, his icy stare boring into his young lovers. He distantly realized that he was over reacting, ignoring the drying tear tracks on Obi-Wan’s face because he was blinded by jealousy.
“I assume from the state of your face that you had to fight for the right to watch them?”
“That’s enough,” Qui-Gon snapped, losing control of his Jedi calm for the first time. “Obi-Wan and I were discussing the past.”
“Funny, from here it appeared as if he were making out with your apprentice while you watched.” When he received nothing but heated glares from the threesome in response, Xanatos shrugged with feigned unconcern. “One of my ships will escort the two of you back to Coruscant first thing in the morning.”
The two Jedi exchanged looks of surprised relief before Qui-Gon tipped his head in acknowledgment. “Thank you, Xanatos.”
Brushing his words off, the fallen Jedi once again addressed his young lover. “You and Chun had best make good use of your remaining time together. “
Obi-Wan spoke for the first time since Xanatos had entered the room. “That won’t be necessary since I intend to hitch a ride with them.”
It was difficult to tell who was more shocked by his words, the two Jedi once again exchanging looks of surprise. The mockery was wiped from Xanatos face as he searched Obi-Wan’s eyes for some sign of what he was thinking. The deep pools were stubbornly guarded, reflecting nothing to give him a sense of the younger man’s state of mind.
“Leaving so soon?”
“There’s no reason to stay. Is there?”
Gazes locked, they each held their breath in anticipation of what would come next. Xanatos felt his stubborn pride reassert itself. He had been the one to give in so far, always making the first move in their relationship. It was painfully obvious that Obi-Wan didn’t feel as strongly or he wouldn’t be leaving without a fight.
“I suppose there isn’t.” Ignoring the crestfallen expression that crossed the younger man’s face, he moved forward and unlocked the chain from around Qui-Gon’s wrist. He was aware of the two men behind him, Bruck moving up behind Obi-Wan and wrapping his arms around the other man in comfort. His eyes met Qui-Gon’s, the Jedi Masters concern reflected back to him.
“Gentlemen I hope you enjoy the remainder of your time here. I’ll have the staff send in supper meal so you can spend the evening together uninterrupted.” He made his way toward the door in long legged strides, desperate to get away before he broke down.
“Xan.” Qui-Gon’s worried call was ignored, Xanatos slipping out without a backwards glance.
He kept himself preoccupied the rest of the day dealing with the enormous task of running Offworld. Later when he was alone once again he would face the fallout from getting involved with Obi-Wan. At least he would come away from this having relearned a valuable lesson. It was safer and smarter to remain alone and free from emotional attachments. The Jedi were right about that at least.
Nighttime had fallen over Telos by the time he made his way to his rooms. Exhausted both physically and mentally, he carelessly stripped as he made his way into the fresher for a stinging hot shower. Turning the sonics on their highest level, he stepped beneath the water and lathered up for a quick wash. Once clean, he rested his hands against the marble walls and just soaked up the pleasure of having tense muscles loosened by the pelting jets of water.
A light brush against the bond he shared with Obi-Wan preceeded the young man’s entrance into the shower. Shielding his surprise from his soon to be ex-lover, Xanatos allowed himself to be spun around and pushed back against the wall. Naked as well, Obi-Wan held his gaze before leaning forward and pressing tender kisses to his cheek, closed eyelids and the corner of his mouth. He soon moved over to nibble on an ear lobe before drifting down to take a swipe at the column of Xanatos’ neck.
Instantly aroused, the older man was breathing heavily by the time Obi-Wan’s head shifted and pressed their lips together. A hand lifted and wrapped around the back of Xanatos neck in order to hold him in place as Obi-Wan’s tongue darted out to slip inside and gently trace over his lips and the ridge of his teeth. It didn’t take Xanatos long to respond, his own tongue soon battling with his lovers as the kiss took on a sensuous ferocity.
Obi-Wan’s free hand slid down to grasp Xanatos’ erection, a growl of pleasure rumbling in both their throats. The younger man stepped back, a question in his eyes that Xanatos answered by turning to face the wall, legs splayed as he bent forward with one hand braced against the wall. It was a position he wasn’t overly fond of since it made him feel vulnerable and defenseless. Submissive.
A gasp broke from his lips as a water slicked finger slipped inside and gently began to work its way around. Eyes closed, he refused to wonder why Obi-Wan had sought him out after his decision to leave. He was just going to enjoy what could very well be their last time together. He blocked out everything but the lean body that was soon spooned behind him as Obi-Wan pressed his way inside, a hand reaching around to fondle him.
Soon they were rocking together in steady rhythm, gasps and moans of pleasure mingling as the pace gradually increased. Obi-Wan pulling almost all the way out before plunging forward again, the sound of wet skin slapping together. His own orgasm rapidly nearing, Xanatos soon found Obi-Wan’s free hand slipping into his, their fingers threading together as they rode out the tide of pleasure. Both spent they sank to their knees in the stall. No words were exchanged as Obi-Wan pressed his cheek against Xanatos back as they fought to catch their breath.
The emotions that ricocheted between them through the bond were a jumbled confusion of lingering anger and deep love. Stubborn pride had them both withdrawing behind carefully constructed shields as each internally dwelled on what the future held for them.
Eventually the water began to cool and without a word being spoken between them, Obi-Wan stood and left. While Xanatos climbed alone into his bed with a bottle of his finest liquor, his young lover slipped into the room occupied by Bruck. Moving carefully, Obi-Wan climbed onto the bed and spooned behind the slumbering Jedi. Bruck stirred at his arrival, a soft kiss of reassurance against his temple sending him back to sleep with a smile. His face buried in soft white spikes of hair, fingers linked with Bruck’s, Obi-Wan stared unblinkingly into the darkened room as his shivering body soaked up the heat generated by the Jedi’s body.
“Jinn I never would have guessed you were a voyeur. If I had, it may have helped spice up our sex lives.”
Qui-Gon wasn’t the only one flinching from the snide remark, Bruck flushing in embarrassment while Obi-Wan grew deathly still. A cruel half-smile twisted Xanatos lips at their reactions, his icy stare boring into his young lovers. He distantly realized that he was over reacting, ignoring the drying tear tracks on Obi-Wan’s face because he was blinded by jealousy.
“I assume from the state of your face that you had to fight for the right to watch them?”
“That’s enough,” Qui-Gon snapped, losing control of his Jedi calm for the first time. “Obi-Wan and I were discussing the past.”
“Funny, from here it appeared as if he were making out with your apprentice while you watched.” When he received nothing but heated glares from the threesome in response, Xanatos shrugged with feigned unconcern. “One of my ships will escort the two of you back to Coruscant first thing in the morning.”
The two Jedi exchanged looks of surprised relief before Qui-Gon tipped his head in acknowledgment. “Thank you, Xanatos.”
Brushing his words off, the fallen Jedi once again addressed his young lover. “You and Chun had best make good use of your remaining time together. “
Obi-Wan spoke for the first time since Xanatos had entered the room. “That won’t be necessary since I intend to hitch a ride with them.”
It was difficult to tell who was more shocked by his words, the two Jedi once again exchanging looks of surprise. The mockery was wiped from Xanatos face as he searched Obi-Wan’s eyes for some sign of what he was thinking. The deep pools were stubbornly guarded, reflecting nothing to give him a sense of the younger man’s state of mind.
“Leaving so soon?”
“There’s no reason to stay. Is there?”
Gazes locked, they each held their breath in anticipation of what would come next. Xanatos felt his stubborn pride reassert itself. He had been the one to give in so far, always making the first move in their relationship. It was painfully obvious that Obi-Wan didn’t feel as strongly or he wouldn’t be leaving without a fight.
“I suppose there isn’t.” Ignoring the crestfallen expression that crossed the younger man’s face, he moved forward and unlocked the chain from around Qui-Gon’s wrist. He was aware of the two men behind him, Bruck moving up behind Obi-Wan and wrapping his arms around the other man in comfort. His eyes met Qui-Gon’s, the Jedi Masters concern reflected back to him.
“Gentlemen I hope you enjoy the remainder of your time here. I’ll have the staff send in supper meal so you can spend the evening together uninterrupted.” He made his way toward the door in long legged strides, desperate to get away before he broke down.
“Xan.” Qui-Gon’s worried call was ignored, Xanatos slipping out without a backwards glance.
He kept himself preoccupied the rest of the day dealing with the enormous task of running Offworld. Later when he was alone once again he would face the fallout from getting involved with Obi-Wan. At least he would come away from this having relearned a valuable lesson. It was safer and smarter to remain alone and free from emotional attachments. The Jedi were right about that at least.
Nighttime had fallen over Telos by the time he made his way to his rooms. Exhausted both physically and mentally, he carelessly stripped as he made his way into the fresher for a stinging hot shower. Turning the sonics on their highest level, he stepped beneath the water and lathered up for a quick wash. Once clean, he rested his hands against the marble walls and just soaked up the pleasure of having tense muscles loosened by the pelting jets of water.
A light brush against the bond he shared with Obi-Wan preceeded the young man’s entrance into the shower. Shielding his surprise from his soon to be ex-lover, Xanatos allowed himself to be spun around and pushed back against the wall. Naked as well, Obi-Wan held his gaze before leaning forward and pressing tender kisses to his cheek, closed eyelids and the corner of his mouth. He soon moved over to nibble on an ear lobe before drifting down to take a swipe at the column of Xanatos’ neck.
Instantly aroused, the older man was breathing heavily by the time Obi-Wan’s head shifted and pressed their lips together. A hand lifted and wrapped around the back of Xanatos neck in order to hold him in place as Obi-Wan’s tongue darted out to slip inside and gently trace over his lips and the ridge of his teeth. It didn’t take Xanatos long to respond, his own tongue soon battling with his lovers as the kiss took on a sensuous ferocity.
Obi-Wan’s free hand slid down to grasp Xanatos’ erection, a growl of pleasure rumbling in both their throats. The younger man stepped back, a question in his eyes that Xanatos answered by turning to face the wall, legs splayed as he bent forward with one hand braced against the wall. It was a position he wasn’t overly fond of since it made him feel vulnerable and defenseless. Submissive.
A gasp broke from his lips as a water slicked finger slipped inside and gently began to work its way around. Eyes closed, he refused to wonder why Obi-Wan had sought him out after his decision to leave. He was just going to enjoy what could very well be their last time together. He blocked out everything but the lean body that was soon spooned behind him as Obi-Wan pressed his way inside, a hand reaching around to fondle him.
Soon they were rocking together in steady rhythm, gasps and moans of pleasure mingling as the pace gradually increased. Obi-Wan pulling almost all the way out before plunging forward again, the sound of wet skin slapping together. His own orgasm rapidly nearing, Xanatos soon found Obi-Wan’s free hand slipping into his, their fingers threading together as they rode out the tide of pleasure. Both spent they sank to their knees in the stall. No words were exchanged as Obi-Wan pressed his cheek against Xanatos back as they fought to catch their breath.
The emotions that ricocheted between them through the bond were a jumbled confusion of lingering anger and deep love. Stubborn pride had them both withdrawing behind carefully constructed shields as each internally dwelled on what the future held for them.
Eventually the water began to cool and without a word being spoken between them, Obi-Wan stood and left. While Xanatos climbed alone into his bed with a bottle of his finest liquor, his young lover slipped into the room occupied by Bruck. Moving carefully, Obi-Wan climbed onto the bed and spooned behind the slumbering Jedi. Bruck stirred at his arrival, a soft kiss of reassurance against his temple sending him back to sleep with a smile. His face buried in soft white spikes of hair, fingers linked with Bruck’s, Obi-Wan stared unblinkingly into the darkened room as his shivering body soaked up the heat generated by the Jedi’s body.