A Rain of Tears

The younger Jedi shrugged again. “I…told him that I had been…dreaming…about lying with males…He was very understanding. When…when he offered, I couldn’t…I couldn’t help but say yes. I…needed it. I needed it,” Obi repeated softly, the words almost lost against Mace’s shoulder.



“And it was only the once?” Mace ignored the sharp glance Janna sent him. “Did you not seek out male companionship again?”



“I-it happened only a few weeks before we were sent on the diplomatic mission to Naboo,” the younger man’s voice broke. “I couldn’t seek anyone else out after, after Qui-Gon d-died.”



“Why not, Obi-Wan?” The gentle question came from the Healer. “Did you feel as though you would be disloyal to your lover if you sought out another?”



“Qui-Gon wasn’t…he wasn’t my lover, not really,” Obi-Wan’s voice became stronger. “He only wished to teach me. He knew the troubles I was having, and wanted to help. And it did help. It didn’t effect our relationship, except to make it stronger. I felt freer to discuss…things…with him. Our bond never changed to that of lovers’.” He smiled sadly. “Perhaps it didn’t have time to.”



“Then why did you never seek out another?” Mace asked, large hands caressing Obi-Wan’s sides. The younger man leaned gratefully into the gesture.



“I simply…did not desire it. I…until tonight, I had not even given thought to that kind of…” the young man’s voice trailed off into helpless confusion.



“Frivolity?” the larger man suggested wryly. “Entertainment? Gratuitous self-indulgence? Simple pleasure?” Obi-Wan simply shrugged, choosing to ignore the chiding tone. “It seems to me that you have been ignoring your body completely.” Mace’s brown fingers traced the jutting ribs. Janna laughed when their friend shuddered under the touch. “Ah, ticklish, I see.” Mace grinned widely, the worried look momentarily put aside.



“Mace, don’t you dare! Force! Stop-p-p!” Obi-Wan began struggling again, this time in unrestrained hilarity as the older man and the healer began tickling him mercilessly. Moments later, the tickling turned into heavy petting, and the laughter became moans.



Brown hands traveled south as pale indigo hands strayed north. Janna gripped the hair at the back of Obi-Wan’s neck as she greedily devoured his mouth. Mace resumed his exploration of the young man’s nether regions, licking and biting on his way back down. Obi-Wan relaxed into their hands, a task that was made easy as they reduced him to a puddle of flesh.



Mace chuckled softly as he looked up at their captive. Janna was seated behind Obi-Wan, supporting the young man as she suckled his face, his ears, and his throat. The young Jedi himself struggled to reciprocate, but was unable to do else but clutch at the Twi’lek’s slender thigh. The dark-skinned Master brought his attention back to his own part in the seduction, and bent down to lick at the younger man’s cock.



“Aaaahhh…” Obi-Wan groaned and sighed at the combined sensations. Shocks of arousal sped up and down his spine, and his slender body arched with the pleasure. Mace Windu’s hot mouth tightened around his erection, tearing a small shriek of ecstasy from the smaller man’s mouth. The dark Jedi smirked around the mouthful, then set to the task at hand with a will.



The healer, for her part, had decided to enjoy herself, and brought Obi-Wan’s hand down to her center. “Touch me, Obi,” Janna commanded throatily, stroking the man’s fingers back and forth across her clit. “Make me scream.” In a move surprising even to the man himself, Obi-Wan twisted his upper body and bit down- hard- on the Twi’lek’s throat. Janna gave a tiny scream, then moaned loudly with the same breath. Mace paused halfway down the other Jedi’s shaft to watch the two kiss hungrily; the sight was breathtaking in its eroticism. Feeling somewhat forgotten, he tugged gently on the hanging testicles.



Obi-Wan’s mouth jerked away from the Twi’lek’s with a small pop. His head lolled back against Janna’s shoulder, breath coming in small, short gasps.



“He definitely likes that,” the healer grinned wickedly, fingers continuing to torment their victim. Mace grinned around his mouthful of flesh, and repeated the tug on the swollen sac. Obi-Wan did not disappoint; limbs writhed in mindless pleasure, and Janna gasped suddenly when the smaller Jedi’s fingers tightened on her clit. The senior Jedi hummed his approval of the reaction, causing shudders to vibrate through the other man’s body.



Fingers traced their way up the insides of Obi-Wan’s thighs, blunt nails dragging an excruciating path on the sensitive skin. When the digits delved into the hollow of the young man’s ass, Mace was pleased to note the way Obi’s cock swelled in his mouth. Seeking a further reaction, one blunt finger pressed against the ring of muscle, refusing to be deterred by the momentary tension.



Obi-Wan groaned deeply as he felt the intrusion on his entrance. Panting slightly, he arched his back as best he could, but was hampered by the slender body just behind him.



“Mace,” Janna spoke up, lustful annoyance deepening her voice, “This won’t work. We need to change our positions.” Mace slid his mouth off Obi-Wan’s erection with a last lick. The two aggressors exchanged a long look, then grinned. “Up you get, Obi,” the healer spoke cheerfully, giving both his nipples one last pinch. The younger Jedi groaned, both at the gesture, and the effort required for coordinated movement.



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AN: Eep! Sex is coming! -grins- That wasn't intentional. But really, the sex will arrive in the next chapter, I promise...again...

By the way, in case anyone wonders, the chapter titles are pretty much random...nothing to do with the story, really.