Who Loves

Keywords – smut, Jaina, Zekk, Jag, M/M, WIP
Notes – Thanks to Arashi! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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Jag pounded on Zekk’s door, angrily. The pilot was making a spectacle of himself, but no one seemed to be around. There were only a few Jedi planet side and they were either not in their quarters or they couldn’t hear him.

“Dammit, Jedi, I know you’re in there! Come out!” Jag was also a little drunk, but he figured he had a right to be. His girlfriend had been cheating on him with a no good piece of space junk, who couldn’t fly to save his life…

The door slid open finally to reveal Zekk, his green eyes blazing to meet Jag’s, not impressed by the other’s rage in the slightest. His usually full lips were pressed into a tight line, and his eyes were narrowed. He was dressed in Jedi robes, and a lightsabre hung from his belt.

“What do you want at this time of night, Fel?” he snapped, irritably.

Jag pushed past Zekk, waiting for the door to shut before continuing. There was not so much alcohol in his system that he didn’t care if anyone overheard the coming conversation. “You’ve been sleeping with my girlfriend!” he raged, heat burning through his veins at the thought that someone else had touched her where only he was supposed to have the right.

“And what gives you that idea, all of a sudden?” Zekk’s jaw was clenched and his body tense, his hand now hovering not far from his sabre.

“Because, all of a sudden, your name is the one she’s screaming.” It literally hurt to admit such a thing, but before he could stop himself the words were out and they couldn’t be taken back.

Across from him, Zekk smirked, but it was a cold look, mixed with triumph. “Not keeping up with her, eh, Fel? She needing something more than you?” he taunted.

Jag felt his hands clench at his sides, and he wanted nothing more than to hit this man. If he had been a little less worked up, and a little less drunk, he might have wondered at such a reaction, as violence was not a part of his nature, but as it stood, he was clinging too tightly to his temper to ponder the whys of the situation.

“What would you know?” hissed Jag. He was infused with rage, light-headed with anger, fire boiling in his veins, and the Jedi was entirely too close for comfort. Jag was losing control of the situation and he didn’t like it one bit. Futilely, he sucked in a couple of deep breaths, but neither did anything to cool the blood racing through him.

“I know how to make her melt, faster than you could imagine. I know what the Force feels like when she comes, and I know what it feels like to be inside her. I know—”

He was abruptly cut off as Jag’s fist met his chin with a sound crack. Jag had the satisfaction of seeing the other man stagger back in surprise before Zekk was on him, his own temper spiralling out of control. Zekk punched Jag in the gut, causing him to double over and then knocked him to the ground with a snap kick. On the floor, Jag lashed out with his feet, connecting with a kneecap, and forcing Zekk to topple and land painfully.

Recovering fast, Jag was on Zekk in seconds. However, Zekk was a fighter, there was an edge about the way he fought too, something that wasn’t altogether Jedi. Momentarily, they grappled for control, rolling around on the floor. Zekk broke away and leapt to his feet. Jag rapidly followed, ramming a shoulder into the other man’s stomach, hearing a rush of air leave. But then Zekk’s knee was in his face, smashing against his nose painfully. He was tossed to the floor and a weight landed on him, fingers around his neck. Jag pulled at the thumbs, forcing Zekk to remove his hands, or have his bones broken. Unbalanced, the Jedi tumbled, his full weight falling on Jag, his face inches from the man who lay beneath him.

Made suddenly aware of the other man’s proximity Jag, lashed out, to push Zekk off. The Jedi separated them a little only to get a good enough grasp on Jag’s hair to pull up his head and slam it against the ground.

Jag was momentarily stunned, and he stopped fighting, going still. A few seconds later, he became aware that he was still trapped by the other’s weight, and attempted to correct that. Zekk though, had the upper hand, and he kept it that way, landing a couple of good blows. With little room to manoeuvre the pilot could only just lift his head. Thankfully, he didn’t have to lift it far. And no further thought was surfaced as he placed his lips on the other man’s. With any luck it would surprise Zekk long enough for Jag to win this little battle. Funny though, he knew he’d started this because of Jaina, but what exactly was he now hoping to win? This was a kiss he could lose himself into without much trouble at all.

Shocked, Zekk jerked back, but Jag had him caught, freeing a hand to keep the Jedi’s head in place. His mouth pressed hard against Zekk’s, Jag sought to deepen the kiss, running his tongue along the seam to the other’s mouth, trying to find access. Zekk’s mouth opened at last, meeting Jag’s tongue with his own, tangling them together in the most delightful, heated way. Rapidly, this was swinging further out of control, but Jag no longer really cared. The kiss was mind-shatteringly good.

For long, pleasant moments, they stayed locked like that, exploring each other. Yet, still with hard edges of emotion, rough and angry. Finally, they pulled back, faces flushed, panting for air.

Horror on his face, Zekk rolled away, and too shocked to move, Jag allowed him. Initially, he had used the kiss as a ploy to gain leverage to get Zekk off him. He had not been expecting the instantaneous response that he’d gotten both from himself or the other man. Talk about combustion. Groaning deep in his throat he pushed himself up, the tightness in his pants revealing that he’d enjoyed the kiss far more than he should have.

“What the hell was that?” growled Zekk, voice heavy with some emotion that Jag couldn’t identify, but found delicious all the same.

“I don’t know.” He dived at the other man, intent on finding out. Zekk made a half-hearted attempt to fight him off, but gave up resistance as soon as Jag’s mouth once again touched his own. This time it opened under the pilot’s without any urging, and soon their tongues were locked in a passionate dance.

Of their own accord, their bodies started to rub together, exciting other parts of them, and Jag could feel Zekk’s growing arousal against his own, and he moaned his approval into Zekk’s mouth, and gently slid his hands under Zekk’s clothing, to rub against smooth skin.

Zekk was undoing Jag’s pants with fast fingers, pushing them down over his hips, and Jag took a moment to marvel at the other’s response to him. Zekk knew what he was doing, and he wasn’t afraid of what came next. What had started as an angry fight of betrayal between the two was rapidly turning into something far more satisfying.

In answer, Jag began to undress the man in front of him. In no time at all, despite Zekk’s layers of clothing, both of them were naked, and pressing up against one another, kissing for all the were worth, tongues duelling. Zekk broke the kiss first, moving down the other’s body, quickly taking him in his mouth.

With his tongue, Zekk teased Jag’s tip, swirling around it, and gently licking the moisture that had started to gather there. Then opening his throat, the Jedi slid all of Jag into him, gently massaging the length with that wonderful tongue as he went. Hands finding Zekk’s hair, Jag pulled at the tie holding it, feeling it come away, so he could slide his fingers through the silky strands, keeping the head right where he wanted it.

Slowly, Zekk began to move up and down Jag’s shaft, before picking up speed as Jag urged him with his hands, guiding him. It was amazing how much of him that the Jedi could fit inside his mouth, and the movements he made, the friction causing Jag’s entire body to tighten with pleasure with every stroke of his wonderful, wonderful tongue. Zekk’s fingers were tight about Jag’s waist, but the pilot was sure his own were pulling painfully at the Jedi’s hair, forcing him to go faster.

Jag couldn’t help the cries that escaped his lips as the sensations increased, as his body became even more sensitive. The pressure was building to epic proportions and he needed release so badly, it hurt. And then he had it, his climax overcoming him, his seed spilling into the other man’s mouth, and down his throat. Jag screamed, again, seeing stars; and was glad that he was still on the ground, so that he didn’t have anywhere to fall.

He hadn’t recovered when Zekk began to turn him over. Obediently, he managed to hold himself on all fours, excitement still racing through him and settling in his belly. It had been a while since he’d had a man inside of him, but he was looking forward to it with an unexpected anticipation.

“Do you mind?” Zekk’s voice whispered in his ear.

Jag turned his head to meet Zekk’s gaze, finding the other man’s eyes darkened with desire, a small pot of some type of lotion having appeared from somewhere in his hands. “No,” Jag answered huskily, “take me.” He kissed Zekk, tasting himself on the other man.

Cool lotion was smeared across the opening of his backside, and then Zekk teased him lightly with his tip, before sliding inside. Jag shifted, the Jedi was not a small man, and it had been a while, but the sensation was not unpleasant, it just took a moment to get used to it.

Zekk built up a rhythm quickly, pulling in and out, getting faster and faster, gripping Jag’s shoulder’s for balance. Jag concentrated on keeping them upright, but was not unaware of his new lover’s growing cries. He moved his body against Zekk, giving the Jedi a deeper access, encouraging speed. Then there was hot liquid spilling inside of him, and he staggered as the other man collapsed against him, inside him, kissing his shoulder, before sliding out of him, and collapsing on the floor. Jag followed him down, pulling Zekk to him.

For long moments the two men lay there, breathing ragged, bodies spent.

“Force,” gasped Zekk, “that was…amazing. Once you get started, Fel, nothing slows you down.”

Jag kissed him again, deeply, lazily, but with much passion, loving the way it felt, loving the way Zekk felt. “Look who’s talking. I can’t help it if my partner is so arousing,” he answered, purring low in his voice.

Lips brushed his own and then moved lower, concentrating on his neck, nibbling, kissing, sucking and sending tingles of heat through him. Jag was unable to prevent the small groan from passing his lips, and he felt himself harden, wanting Zekk.

Force, less than an hour before he’d be fully bent set on picking a fight with Zekk, but now he just wanted to throw the Jedi on the floor, and have his way with him, because kriff was the other man ever worth it.

As Zekk hit a particularly sensitive spot, Jag couldn’t help but whimper softly. Against his shoulder, he felt Zekk’s lips curl into a smile, and the sensation sent a shiver through him. Lightly a tongue flicked out and brushed the spot, making Jag moan a little louder. Again Zekk flicked at the spot, and then once again. Finally, just before Jag thought he might pass out, Zekk mouth settled over it completely, sucking lightly. Sith, this man knew what he was doing with his mouth, and if he didn’t stop soon, Jag was going to kidnap him and lock him up in a small room the rest of his life, as a pleasure slave.

Curling fingers into Zekk’s hair he brought the Jedi’s mouth back up to his own, sliding his tongue into Zekk, to caress the other’s. Lightly, he pinched the flat nipples he found as he began to explore Zekk’s chest with his hands. Zekk wriggled and broke this kiss, groaning. Taking the response as a good one, Jag continued the ministrations, rolling them between fingers and thumbs.

Pressed against him, he could feel the growing erection of Zekk’s, matching his own. They were kissing again, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues, drawing pleasure from their discoveries, when Jag broke the kiss. “Should we do this on your bed?” he asked. “Call me old fashioned, but it is better that way.”

“I was about to suggest the same thing.” Together, with little fuss, they hopped up to the bed. Once they were there, Jag pushed Zekk flat on his back, growling slightly when he could take a good look at his new lover’s naked body, lying in just the right position. He almost came right then and there, the sight was so arousing.

Instead, he just leaned over and took the other man’s erection in his mouth, his throat stretching to accommodate the entire length. Daringly, he reached out a hand and caressed the others balls, feeling how right they were in his hands. He slipped his fingers around them, over them, rubbing them lightly. Somewhere above him, Zekk, was panting heavily, gripping the blankets, his eyes closed tight, and sweat across his brow.

Holding Zekk inside his lips as tightly as he could, he pulled back, dragging his mouth along the Jedi’s length. A wordless cry of pleasure from above him let him know that he’d been successful. Once he was completely off the other he drew back slightly and blew on the tip of Zekk’s erection, watching his hips bounce at the sudden onslaught.

Very gently with his tongue, Jag licked up one side, and then down the other. Zekk’s hands were now tightly gripping the blankets below them, his fingers turning white from the pressure. Jag only smiled and blew again on Zekk’s tip one last time, before kissing him lightly there. Then he took the other into his mouth again enjoying the experience of giving someone pleasure like this. It had been such a long time since he’d had a boyfriend, his relationship to Jaina being exclusive. But sleeping with another man was always welcome – there was something just so erotic about it.

And what a lover Zekk was! The man had absolutely no qualms about how to use all the bits that the Force had granted him. The things Jag had felt…this could have the potential to develop into something more. It wasn’t only sex – it was a deep sense of something else that belonged with the two of them together. There was a chance that he would fall in love with this beautiful, beautiful Jedi, and his wonderful, wonderful mouth.

A mouth that was currently, forming silent words, while hips bucked against Jag, pressing him in close. Jag was pulling his mouth backwards and forwards over Zekk’s erection, which he could feel was increasing. He remembered his earlier assessment that Zekk was not a small man, and as he reviewed this thought, he growled in approval.

Jag became aware that with every pull of his body, he was rubbing his lower half on the bedding below him, and that he was enjoying the rough pull of the covers.

Moving faster he pushed and pulled against Zekk using only his lips. When he glanced back up at the other’s face he found Zekk’s green eyes blazing into his own. The pupils were fully dilated, and the irises of his eyes were so dark to be nearly black.

“Faster?” the Jedi rasped. Jag complied, and the cries he heard were enough to make him step it up even more. Zekk was writhing on the bed now, mindlessly pressing up against Jag, trying to get more. His breath was coming in quick pants that carried moans of pleasure. Underneath his mouth, Zekk began to tense. The Jedi froze and, with a deep cry, came. Jag swallowed the liquid, trying not to have to taste too much before sliding off Zekk.

As kissed his way up Zekk’s body, the other man ran fingers through his hair, rubbing playfully at the strands. Jag took his time moving back up, despite the part of his anatomy that was demanding attention. So far Zekk had been a very ardent lover, and Jag considered him worth taking the time for. He spent some of that time swirling his tongue around Zekk’s belly button, then pressing open mouthed kisses on Zekk’s flat stomach, and moving over to give him some special care on his nipples. Grazing tongue and teeth over his neck, noticing love bites were appearing, and not even remembering how the Jedi got them. Finally, he settled on Zekk’s mouth having now tasted all of his new lover, and having enjoyed it completely.

However, there was still the pressing matter of his now almost painful erection. Unconsciously, he glanced down at the floor to where the small bottle of lotion still lay. He wondered if he should go for it when a hand under his chin guided his face around. Zekk’s eyes were still dark with passion, although there was something there now that reminded Jag of nervousness.

“If you want something, you only have to ask,” Zekk whispered. There was a soft sound of an object moving through air, and the bottle of lotion was being pressed into his hands.

“That must come in handy, sometimes,” he told his lover, nuzzling his neck lightly in thanks.

A throaty chuckle tingled the skin beneath his lips. “You have no idea.”

Zekk pulled away slightly, turning on to his stomach and pushing himself up on his elbows, waiting. Jag started to unscrew the bottle when an idea came to him. Parting Zekk’s buttocks, he lowered his head and darted his tongue out to touch the puckered opening there. A groan beneath him let him know he’d hit the spot.

“What are you doing to me, Fel?” hissed a soft, hoarse voice, slightly muffled.

“You don’t like it?” He bent his head down again and repeated the action, then was rewarded with a louder groan.

“Too much,” was the answer he got.

“I’ll have to remember that.”

As Jag rubbed lotion on Zekk, he slid his finger into the other man a little, and frowned slightly when he realised the other was quite tight. He made sure that he, himself, was well lubricated before attempting entry, only to find that Zekk was very tight.

“You’ve never done this before,” Jag accused, surprised. After the actions of the night he would have thought that Zekk was used to sleeping with men, but now it appeared otherwise.

Zekk shook his head, “Only a few times, and not for a long time now – before the war.” He shifted uncomfortably, grunting as Jag slid further in.

Even though, all he wanted to do was thrust hard and fast into the tight, hot depths, Jag kept his motions slow and even, careful, not wanting to tear Zekk, and cause him pain. He kissed the back of Zekk’s neck, a few times, trying to convey gratitude at the other’s willingness to participate.

“Anyone I know?” he asked as much as a distraction as anything else. Zekk’s other lovers, male or female, were not the kind of information he was particularly interested in.

“Jacen.”

“Solo?”

“The one and only.” He must have sensed Jag’s renewed curiosity at that. “Don’t ask. We were very drunk the first couple of times, and after that it only lasted for a short while. Neither of us was really interested.”

“How drunk?” Jag was all the way in now, but he held fairly still, circling his hips only a little to try and ease the pressure.

“A lot more than you are now.”

“You noticed?” Jag asked, a little chagrined.

“From when you first walked in,” there was something there that Jag couldn’t quite decipher. “If it helps, I can sense that despite all that, you’re not doing anything you don’t want to.”

“I know that!” Zekk’s body shook with laughter at the declaration. “But this conversation is getting way too serious for the position we’re in. Do you mind if I move a little more?”

Zekk relented immediately. “Please do, I want you to come inside of me. I want to hear you scream my name, Fel.” Jag nearly came on the spot at that declaration.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Jag kissed Zekk one more time on the back of the neck and then pulled part way out of him, and then pushed back in. He pulled out a little further than moved back again, setting up a pattern each time he pulled out a little further and thrust back in a little faster. Finally, when he pulled back he was almost completely out and moving at a good pace.

Zekk’s tightness was doing amazing things to him, and he could feel how tense he was becoming. His erection was pulsing in the other man, and he was so close to coming. Through his entire body all his muscles were locked, focusing on moving in and out of Zekk without causing him any extra pain. His eventual release took him by surprise. He knew he was ready, had been expecting it, but for a second he lost control of the universe around him, and he felt like he was flying as every one of those locked muscles gave way and he was turned to liquid. He was still raggedly calling Zekk’s name with a rough voice as he came back to himself.

The two men collapsed sideways, and Jag gently pulled out of Zekk, before pulling the other man against his chest, spooning him.

“Thank you,” he whispered, gratitude overwhelming him.

“You’re welcome,” murmured Zekk. “Thank you.”

Jag was too tired to answer so instead tightened his arms around the other as they both drifted off to sleep.

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The night before Jaina was due back found Jag lying on the couch, wrapped in Zekk’s arms. Both men were fully dressed, relaxing for the evening after dinner. They were anticipating going to bed soon, but were for now just enjoying each other’s company, talking quietly. Zekk’s hand was just under Jag’s shirt, lightly brushing the skin there. Jag had his arms resting over Zekk’s closing the embrace in one of his own.

After a natural pause in the conversation, Zekk brought up a topic that so far they’d only brushed on, not sure where it was going to take them. “Jaina comes back tomorrow night.”

“I know,” Jag was unsure how to respond to this. He was deeply in love with Jaina, and she had expressed the sentiment to him often enough that he had good reason to believe she felt the same about him. However, Jag could not deny how he also felt about Zekk, and that to was starting to feel a lot like love. He knew that Jaina had been sleeping with Zekk for around a month now, and according to Zekk, had told him she loved him, not to mention the fact that Zekk claimed to love Jaina as well. It was a tightly tied knot in all three directions, and Jag knew that as unwilling as he was to give up either of his lovers they were unlikely to agree with separation as well.

It should have been more simple. They all wanted to be with each other, but it was hopelessly complex. The relationship was very unconventional, and until this week, Jag knew he never would have considered such a thing, but now it was what he knew he wanted, and nothing would take that away from him.

“Do you have any idea how we’re going to tell her?” asked Zekk.

“No, do you?”

“Wish I did. I don’t want to give either of you up, but I’m afraid that Jaina isn’t going to be as impressed.” Zekk pressed his lips against Jag’s neck, and held him almost tight enough to restrict air, revealing the extent of his fear.

“I don’t see why she should object, after all she’s had both of us for long enough. She just needs to learn to share…” Jag drew the word out, putting an emphasis on it that made the other man shiver at his back. “But you’re right, I don’t think she’s going to be happy. In fact, if we’re not careful, she’ll walk out on both of us, not matter what she actually feels.”

“We need to catch her off-guard, show her what we mean before she has a chance to reject the idea,” mused Zekk quietly.

“Show?” Jag leapt on the idea. Careful not to fall off the couch he turned to face Zekk and found his nose inches from the other man’s. Unable to resist he took the opportunity to steal a kiss. Soon enough though, he pulled back. “Good idea. How about we show Jaina how we all feel? She’s going to come in tired from a long flight, and her guard will be down a little. If we jump her before she objects, she’ll be putty.”

Zekk nuzzled him slightly, “You think even a tired Jaina will let us have our way with her?”

“I think so. Can you imagine what she’d be like between us both? Both of us working at her from front and back? If we show her what we want, how we feel before she has a chance to reject the idea, we might have a chance.” Jag found himself hardening at the thought of making love to Jaina with Zekk.

“That might just work,” Zekk agreed. “Do you want to take her front or back first?” He was caressing Jag’s hip, obviously as excited about the prospect as Jag was.

“Front,” Jag decided feeling a self-satisfied smile creep on to his face.

“Have you ever had her from behind before?” Zekk asked.

Jag caught his meaning. “No, so you’ll have to be careful. Is that all right with you?”

“I’ll manage.” This time it was Zekk whose lips curved into a smile. “Just make sure you get that spot of hers.”

“What spot?” Jag asked irritably, what was Zekk talking about?

“You don’t know?” the Jedi was openly smirking.

“Obviously.”

“Jaina has a little spot, right here,” he moved his hands back under Jag’s shirt, to caress a patch of skin on his waist. “Get her there, and she’ll do whatever you want, so long as it involves sex. It’s a lot of fun to watch her.”

“How did you find that one out?”

“It was on Hapes, the first time we were together, and I found it completely by accident, but it made her wild, believe me. Still does.”

Zekk’s hands had crept higher, and Jag now let his own fingers creep to Zekk. Both of them were aroused, and Jag knew he was thinking partly about the man in front of him, and partly what it would be like to have both Jaina and Zekk at the same time.

“Want to go to bed?” he asked.

Inches from his own, Zekk’s eyes gleamed. “Of course.” And conversation ended for the night.

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