Ruffled

Notes: At the time I started this fic I wasnt thinking of putting a M/F scene in it. But it's so short, I dont think it's that big a deal. It was necessary. So here we go.

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Tenel Ka finished toweling her hair. She tossed the towel aside then grabbed a fresh one, wrapping it around her body, then strode into her room.

"Oh! Jacen, you...." The warrior-girl flushed uncharacteristically, her steely eyes narrowing. "This is one of your least amusing jokes, Jacen."

Jacen sat on the edge of Tenel Ka's bed, his arms on his knees as his eyes roved over her. This was what he was supposed to want, wasn't it? A girl. A gorgeous girl, to be sure. Naked, wet and clad only in a towel. He sighed.

Tenel Ka frowned and moved to stand next to her downcast looking friend. "Jacen, my friend. What is wrong?"

Jacen turned to look at her, taking in the slight opening of her towel, exposing the supple bronzed skin of her thigh. He smiled and raised his hand, tracing his thumb over her lips. Her eyes flashed for just an instant, then softened into a smokier look, one he'd never seen before. His smile broadened, fascinated by this side of her. He could feel her desire throbbing in their Force bond. She kissed his fingertips, then parted her mouth to gently lick, her eyes locked with his.

Jacen's mind flooded with desire and he pulled her down to him, pressing his lips to hers. She groaned and all but fell on top of him. Jacen relaxed and let her plant feverish kisses all over his face, her tongue licking at his neck. He began to feel dizzy and he gripped her body tighter.

They lay for several long moments, desperately grinding their bodies together, their breathing coming faster as they kissed each other senseless.

Jacen closed his eyes as Tenel Ka kissed down his chest, opening his loose white tunic, savoring the tanned skin and dragging her tongue over him in agonizing slowness. He was gasping when she reached his erection.

She deftly released his penis, groaning with pleasure as she gently stroked him. He was beautiful. Just the way she always imagined. Inwardly, she was a bit shocked at her own boldness. But she had wanted Jacen for too long now and if he was willing to share himself with her, she wasn't about to refuse.

She glanced back up and saw his eyes were still closed, as he sighed with pleasure at her touch. Tilting her head down, she slowly slid her tongue along his length, coming to a stop at the head. She kissed the small opening, the clear drops of his excitement clinging to her lips. She sighed happily.

Jacen let his hands drift down to his sides, letting his body relax and enjoy the sensations coursing through him. His hips bucked up as he felt the warmth of an open mouth engulf him. He moaned louder as the full soft lips slid over him slowly. So slowly. A warm hand cupped his balls and he hissed in pleasure.

A pair of eyes started to float into view in his mind, playful and mischevious. They promised so much. He reached out for the eyes, trying to will them closer. The eyes winked at him, then came into focus. They were so beautiful, the most brilliant green.....

Jacen shrieked and sat up so fast he knocked Tenel Ka off the bed. "Oh, Tenel Ka! I'm sorry...I just..."

Tenel Ka looked up over the edge, her eyes wide. And grey.

Jacen sighed. He looked down at his dwindling erection. Frowning, he adjusted himself then pulled Tenel Ka back up onto the bed beside him. She watched him silently for a moment, then risked a touch to his arm.

"Jacen, please. Tell me what is wrong?"

He grunted then pulled her close for a hug. "Just hold me, ok?"

Tenel Ka didn't ask anything else. She simply folded her arms around him, leaned her head onto his, and held him.

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Kyp didn't know what was going on with Jacen. But he did know one thing. He could feel the hostility coming off of him like sleets of rain. He looked around the meditation circle at the other students and noticed more than most having a hard time getting centered.

Jacen being one of the most empathetic of all the Jedi students, his feelings were clearing affecting the others. He was frustrated, that much was clear. So focused was he on whatever it was, he didn't seem concerned in the least for the disturbance he was creating. Those actions were highly selfish. Not very Jacen-like.

Kyp had had enough. He nudged Jacen with the Force. The young man's eyes snapped open, then drifted to Kyp. He was more than a little surprised to find that the sender was his teacher.

Kyp gestured to Jacen to leave the circle and follow him. Jacen flushed, then nodded as he uncrossed his legs. He rose as quietly as possible and followed Kyp out of the circle. Tenel Ka and Jaina each sneaked a look as the pair walked off. Their eyes met and they raised their eyebrows.

Kyp led Jacen to a hallway that didn't see much traffic this time of evening. He spun around, causing the younger man to almost run into him.

"What is the matter with you?!" he demanded.

"Nothing. Why are you asking?"

"You know why I'm asking!" He pointed a finger at Jacen's chest. "You've been slinging your emotional baggage around the circle like a drunken smuggler. I expect more from you. Much more. So I ask again. What is the matter with you?!"

The young Jedi shifted uncomfortably, trying to look anywhere but at those haunting eyes. Kyp crossed his arms over his chest and waited, tapping his foot. Jacen could feel his teacher's patience starting to fray.

Giving up, he finally looked at him. And there it was again. That weird feeling in his stomach, but this time it was stronger. Much stronger. Jacen exhaled.

Kyp started as a sudden rush of feeling slammed into him. His eyes drifted half-closed as he leaned closer. Jacen gasped and leaned back, his breathing becoming more labored. Kyp tilted his head and leaned closer still.

Jacen's eyes fell to Kyp's lips. Full and red. He closed his eyes, but was immediately assaulted by those green eyes, floating close and teasing him. Promising. He was starting to panic inside. This was how he was supposed to feel about Tenel Ka, or any of the other beautiful female students here.

"But you don't. Do you?" Kyp asked quietly. His face hovered mere inches from Jacen's. He'd somehow gotten closer, he could smell the older man's scent. A very pleasant aroma, woody and clean.

Jacen stood, shock-still. Kyp was in his mind. He was connected to him in some way. He couldn't be sure if Kyp was experiencing the effects of his desire, or if he really was thinking what he thought he was thinking.

He had to get away. He took a measured step back. Kyp's eyes cleared a bit, the steamy spell broken as he blinked, looking at Jacen as if for the first time.

Jacen backed up a bit more and held his arms out. "I'm sorry, Master. I am so confused. I'm sorry for my behaviour. Can I be excused? I need ...." His eyes roved over Kyp's form once more, a noticeable bulge now present. He quickly looked back up. "I need to be alone right now."

Kyp frowned. Then he shook his head and smiled, stepping closer to the retreating young man. "By all means." Jacen nodded then turned slowly to leave. "But that's masturbation."

Jacen stopped, his eyes wide and his mouth open. He couldn't move. He felt Kyp moving closer. He held his breath. Two Jacen's were dualing inside him. One was praying Kyp would touch him and end this torment, the other was aghast at the very idea.

As he felt Kyp edge closer, the former Jacen was beating the pulp out of the latter. He wanted Kyp to bruise his mouth with those full red lips of his. Wanted him to press his hard body against his and grind his hips into him, to release that aching he'd felt when he'd been with Tenel Ka. He closed his eyes, more aware of Kyp's scent than ever. Oh, Force, please!

A wisp of air caressed his cheek and slightly ruffled his hair. It was so faint. He opened his eyes, and saw Kyp quietly walking back to the circle.

He didn't look back.

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Kyp walked into his room and closed the door behind him. He swirled his robe off and tossed it onto the bed. He stood for a moment, hands on hips and a puzzled frown on his handsome face.

He wanted Jacen. There was no way around it. He felt it distinctly during their encounter. Felt the young man's desire, rolling off of him like an angry tide. So thick, that he could have reached out and touched it, captured it.

He ran his hands over his hair. Then squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh, Force." Sighing, he pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it on a chair. He walked to the fresher. He needed a shower. A real one. A cold one.

"I can't do this." Then why did you tease him? You enjoyed it.

He slapped his hand against the wall. Damn. He stripped off his boots, belt and pants, leaving them on the floor. He stepped into the shower and sighed as the cold water ran over his skin. He was so hot.

He chuckled at himself. Here he was, a grown man. A Jedi Master. Getting all hot and bothered over a seventeen year old Jedi student. And a Solo to boot. His eyes roved down over his body, taut and tanned. His penis bobbed up and down as he washed himself. And it was aching.

He'd teased Jacen about masturbating, and to be honest, he really didn't recommend it. There was too much you missed out on.

Still, there were times when a little handling of one's own could decompress any situation. He let his soapy hands move down to grasp his hardened member. He inhaled and knew that it wouldn't take much. He slid his big hands over his penis, slowly savoring the silky feel. In his mind, he replaced his hand with Jacen's. He stood in front of him in the shower, his inexperienced hands rubbing over and over his length.

Kyp leaned his head back and clenched his muscles as the sweet swelling filled his belly. Jacen's face floated in front of his vision, eyes smiling and full of desire. His hands moved faster, stroking him to completion. He cried out as he spilled his seed out into Jacen's hands. He smiled and kissed him.

Kyp's eyes flew open. The stream of water beat against his head, drenching him. He looked down as the water coursed over his shoulders and washed away the milky fluid. He shuddered and turned off the shower. Stumbling out of the fresher, he collapsed naked and wet on his bed. He groaned and stuffed his face into a pillow.

That wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough.

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Jacen sat alone under a tree by the temple. He was trying to clear his mind and meditate, but it was proving hopeless. He growled, frustrated then flopped back onto the grass, looking up at the quickly darkening night sky.

He let himself get lost in the budding constellations, following along as they began to reveal their wonders, and connecting the dots to make up images only he could see.

A shadow fell across him and he looked over to see Kyp standing above him, smiling that infuriating smile of his below his dancing green eyes.

Jacen looked back at the stars. Kyp didn't say a word, just sat down then stretched out next to his pupil.

"Counting stars?" Kyp asked.

"Obviously." Jacen replied with no emotion.

Kyp looked out of the corner of his eye at him. "So...I guess this means you're mad at me?"

Jacen didn't answer. He tried to pretend indifference but the truth was he was damn mad. Very frustrated and mad. He wanted to know so badly that he couldn't even concentrate on his studies anymore. His mind was constantly being assaulted by Kyp. Images of being kissed by him, of Kyp laying his naked body on top of his, sliding back and forth over his .....

Jacen closed his eyes and tried to wipe the imagery from his mind. It was worse when he closed his eyes so he opened them again. He turned to the source of his torment.

"You know, don't you?" It wasn't so much a question as a statement.

Kyp put his hands behind his head and looked up at the now dark sky. "I know."

Jacen hurled a Corellian curse and sat up. He wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees, rocking back and forth.

Kyp felt guilty. I gotta stop teasing him like this. He sat up and gazed at Jacen's profile. He was a good-looking kid. Not quite the holo-vid action hero type his younger brother was, but very handsome nonetheless. Eyes that always warred between sweetness and solemness, a lightly tanned complexion, and brown curly locks that seemed to have a will of their own. Hesitantly, he raised his hand and brushed some of Jacen's hair behind his ear.

Jacen started at the touch, and turned to look at Kyp's hand. His chocolate-brown eyes drifted to the hazy emerald gaze and something inside of Jacen snapped.

He leaned over and took Kyp's face in between his hands, and pressed his hot mouth to his. Kyp taken aback, melted and groaned. Jacen pushed at Kyp's chest and the two Jedi lowered back to the ground. Their hands tore at the other's clothing, pulling open tunics, undoing belts, opening fastenings. Jacen gasped at the first touch of Kyp's hardness against his stomach. He inched up higher and ground his hips into the older man's groin. He was breathing so hard that he barely felt Kyp's hand wander along his backside and slide his fingers into the crease of his pants.

Jacen's eyeballs exploded behind his eyelids as he felt Kyp's fingers through his pants, fondling his balls. It had not felt like this when Tenel Ka had touched him there. He smiled as Kyp kissed him, a thorough kiss that left him without breath and begging for more as his tongue slid out to greet him.

Somehow, Kyp managed to bring himself back to reality, and gently pushed Jacen up. The young Jedi looked at him, his face awash in light crimson, his brandy-brown eyes glazed over with lust. Kyp almost lost his senses again at the sight, but he gathered himself as he grabbed Jacen's wrists.

"Jacen. We...." Kyp started.

Jacen tried to lean down and kiss him again, but Kyp held firm and pushed him back up. Jacen frowned, not understanding and starting to get angry at an imagined rejection.

"Wait," Kyp cautioned. "I don't want to stop." He sat up on his elbows and kissed Jacen's soft lips. "But have you thought about how it might look if we're seen out here doing this? I am a teacher after all."

Jacen's breathing was still ragged and his eyes still glazed. He shifted uncomfortably, his hard penis pressing into Kyp's hips

"I...I hadn't...uh...," he tried to slow his breathing. "Hadn't thought about that. I was a bit preoccupied."

Kyp smiled, sliding Jacen off of him. The young man helped to pull him up and they stood, staring at one another.

They looked a mess. Hair sticking straight up, clothes askew and absolutely unacceptable looks of lust on their faces. Jacen smiled. He smoothed his hair down and shook out his robe. He tossed a patented Solo-style wink at him, then strode across the grounds, heading for the temple.

Kyp watched him walk away. Jacen glanced over his shoulder, and removed his robe, giving Kyp a very good view. He raised an eyebrow and blew out a breath. Brushing himself off, he started across the grass after him. He wasn't sure yet, but he was starting to think that he might just have underestimated Jacen Solo.

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