Clutching My Cure
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
9,703
Reviews:
147
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Thirty-Seven
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Note: Short one. Xan returns in the next one.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Half drunk and frustrated by having two Jedi watchdogs, Obi-Wan stepped out of the shower and grabbed a large fluffy towel to dry off with. He barely glanced at his reflection in the mirror as he squeezed the excess moisture from strands of hair before wrapping the towel around his hips. Even through the thick walls, he could hear Garen and Bruck continue to snip at one another. The two were either great at feigning ignorance, or dumb as rocks if they couldn’t feel the intense sexual chemistry that traveled between them like electrical currents. He’d felt in danger of being scorched by it several times as the evening progressed.
He wanted to be left alone so he could brood about his next move. Knowing Xanatos was close was playing havoc with his body and mind. He almost hummed with anticipation, imagining being in the other man’s arms once again. It was difficult not to take Delano’s words at face value and believe that Xan was on planet to hunt him down. Determined to get him back.
Combing his fingers through the shoulder length strands, he admitted that his first reaction was to run. No doubt his Jedi friends in the other room suspected as much and had been instructed to keep an eye on him. His patience ran out when he opened the fresher door, only to find his two companions standing shoulder to shoulder right outside, waiting for him with silly smiles on their faces.
“What, for Force sake?!”
“We were just checking to make sure you were alright,” Garen replied with a wounded expression.
“I’ve managed to shower without hurting myself for years now,” Obi-Wan snapped as he pushed past them.
He was aware of the way Bruck’s gaze watched him with hunger, while Garen glared balefully at his fellow Jedi. It was time for him to do something to settle this before the two drove him mad. Halting in the middle of the living area, he began to push furniture to the side while they stood and watched him with baffled looks on their faces. He ignored them as he vanished into his room, only to return with an armful of pillows and satin sheets which he carefully arranged in the middle of the floor.
Once finished, he stood back and viewed his handy work with a nod of approval before swaggering to the center and kneeling. Meeting Bruck’s wide-eyed gaze with a sultry look of his own, he crooked a finger at the Jedi in invitation. He didn’t have long to wait, Bruck nearly stumbling in his haste to reach him. Obi-Wan was pulled close for a deep kiss, Bruck plundering his mouth like a starving man. Looking over a broad shoulder, Obi-Wan caught an unguarded look of insane jealousy in Garen’s eyes. Allowing Bruck to nibble his way down his neck, Obi-Wan began to strip his friend of his tunics, his gaze locking with Garen’s as he ran his hands down the smooth brown chest laid bare to him.
“Gar, care to join us?”
Bruck froze in his arms at the husky suggestion, Garen beginning to strip without hesitation. Obi-Wan cast an admiring glance at his best friends well toned body as he bent forward and whispered in Bruck’s ear.
“Look at him. Isn’t he beautiful?”
Bruck glanced over at his fellow Jedi who now knelt next to them in all his naked splendor. Their eyes locked, Bruck’s throat working as he nodded in mute agreement to the question. Obi-Wan knew he would have to encourage the two but was unable to bring himself to make an advance on his best friend, something he was sure Garen wouldn’t appreciate anyway. Taking Bruck’s trembling hand in his, Obi-Wan placed it flat on Garen’s wide chest and rubbed their combine hands through the nest of curls that covered it.
“Kiss him, Gar.”
His friend hesitated only briefly before his head swooped forward and he devoured Bruck’s willing lips with his own. Obi-Wan felt his body stir as he was forced to be a participant in the proceedings. Before long however, Bruck’s hand had slipped free and was doing a fine job on its own ferreting out the sensitive spots on Garen’s body. Obi-Wan scooted back and allowed the two Jedi to engage in a round of heated foreplay, his sudden withdrawal going unnoticed by both.
When the remainder of Bruck’s clothes were hastily discarded, he knew his presence was no longer needed and began to retreat to the solitude of his room. Pausing in the doorway, he smiled wistfully when there was a brief scuffle about who was going to take the lead, only to look back and see Garen gently arrange Bruck on his hands and knees before taking up position behind him. As he stepped inside the room, mingled moans of pleasure and gasps of discovery rang in his ears.
Shutting the door to block out the sounds, he sighed wearily as he took in his bed. Bare of sheets and pillows, he grabbed a blanket from the chest at the foot of the bed and spread it out on the bed before slipping beneath it. Head cradled on his arms, he stared out at the skyline, wondering where Xan was, and what he was thinking about.
Note: Short one. Xan returns in the next one.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Half drunk and frustrated by having two Jedi watchdogs, Obi-Wan stepped out of the shower and grabbed a large fluffy towel to dry off with. He barely glanced at his reflection in the mirror as he squeezed the excess moisture from strands of hair before wrapping the towel around his hips. Even through the thick walls, he could hear Garen and Bruck continue to snip at one another. The two were either great at feigning ignorance, or dumb as rocks if they couldn’t feel the intense sexual chemistry that traveled between them like electrical currents. He’d felt in danger of being scorched by it several times as the evening progressed.
He wanted to be left alone so he could brood about his next move. Knowing Xanatos was close was playing havoc with his body and mind. He almost hummed with anticipation, imagining being in the other man’s arms once again. It was difficult not to take Delano’s words at face value and believe that Xan was on planet to hunt him down. Determined to get him back.
Combing his fingers through the shoulder length strands, he admitted that his first reaction was to run. No doubt his Jedi friends in the other room suspected as much and had been instructed to keep an eye on him. His patience ran out when he opened the fresher door, only to find his two companions standing shoulder to shoulder right outside, waiting for him with silly smiles on their faces.
“What, for Force sake?!”
“We were just checking to make sure you were alright,” Garen replied with a wounded expression.
“I’ve managed to shower without hurting myself for years now,” Obi-Wan snapped as he pushed past them.
He was aware of the way Bruck’s gaze watched him with hunger, while Garen glared balefully at his fellow Jedi. It was time for him to do something to settle this before the two drove him mad. Halting in the middle of the living area, he began to push furniture to the side while they stood and watched him with baffled looks on their faces. He ignored them as he vanished into his room, only to return with an armful of pillows and satin sheets which he carefully arranged in the middle of the floor.
Once finished, he stood back and viewed his handy work with a nod of approval before swaggering to the center and kneeling. Meeting Bruck’s wide-eyed gaze with a sultry look of his own, he crooked a finger at the Jedi in invitation. He didn’t have long to wait, Bruck nearly stumbling in his haste to reach him. Obi-Wan was pulled close for a deep kiss, Bruck plundering his mouth like a starving man. Looking over a broad shoulder, Obi-Wan caught an unguarded look of insane jealousy in Garen’s eyes. Allowing Bruck to nibble his way down his neck, Obi-Wan began to strip his friend of his tunics, his gaze locking with Garen’s as he ran his hands down the smooth brown chest laid bare to him.
“Gar, care to join us?”
Bruck froze in his arms at the husky suggestion, Garen beginning to strip without hesitation. Obi-Wan cast an admiring glance at his best friends well toned body as he bent forward and whispered in Bruck’s ear.
“Look at him. Isn’t he beautiful?”
Bruck glanced over at his fellow Jedi who now knelt next to them in all his naked splendor. Their eyes locked, Bruck’s throat working as he nodded in mute agreement to the question. Obi-Wan knew he would have to encourage the two but was unable to bring himself to make an advance on his best friend, something he was sure Garen wouldn’t appreciate anyway. Taking Bruck’s trembling hand in his, Obi-Wan placed it flat on Garen’s wide chest and rubbed their combine hands through the nest of curls that covered it.
“Kiss him, Gar.”
His friend hesitated only briefly before his head swooped forward and he devoured Bruck’s willing lips with his own. Obi-Wan felt his body stir as he was forced to be a participant in the proceedings. Before long however, Bruck’s hand had slipped free and was doing a fine job on its own ferreting out the sensitive spots on Garen’s body. Obi-Wan scooted back and allowed the two Jedi to engage in a round of heated foreplay, his sudden withdrawal going unnoticed by both.
When the remainder of Bruck’s clothes were hastily discarded, he knew his presence was no longer needed and began to retreat to the solitude of his room. Pausing in the doorway, he smiled wistfully when there was a brief scuffle about who was going to take the lead, only to look back and see Garen gently arrange Bruck on his hands and knees before taking up position behind him. As he stepped inside the room, mingled moans of pleasure and gasps of discovery rang in his ears.
Shutting the door to block out the sounds, he sighed wearily as he took in his bed. Bare of sheets and pillows, he grabbed a blanket from the chest at the foot of the bed and spread it out on the bed before slipping beneath it. Head cradled on his arms, he stared out at the skyline, wondering where Xan was, and what he was thinking about.