Clutching My Cure
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
9,714
Reviews:
147
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Eight
Bruck allowed the server droid in with the meal cart and watched as it carefully sat everything out on the dining table. As soon as it finished and rolled out of the suite once again, he turned to where his friend sat slumped on the couch. Obi-Wan was growing more and more despondent as the days wore on with no word from Xanatos as to what his choice was.
Filling the glasses with Corellian Ale, Bruck began to place servings of each course on the plates. “Come and eat something, Obi.”
A soft sigh could be heard as Obi-Wan stood and made his way over to take a seat. He bypassed the full plate of food in favor of the glass. Bruck took a bite of his own food and shook his head as his friend drained the glass in seconds before reaching for the bottle to refill it.
“Obi, why are you sitting here waiting for him to make up his mind?”
Bruck’s question caught the former Jedi off guard, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve admitted that you love him and want to spend the rest of your lives together, so why throw even more obstacles in your path?”
“I’ve only asked him to consider spending the majority of our time here. I want to be able to keep in touch with you and the others.”
Bruck set his fork down in order to reach across the table and rest a hand on top of Obi-Wan’s. Waiting until he was certain he had his friend’s full attention, he spoke with quiet deliberation.
“This could be the love of your life. If I were you, I’d move the stars to find a way to be together, even if it meant making some sacrifices. You told me yourself that Xanatos has been the one to make all the concessions so far in your relationship. Now that your mind is clear and you can see just how much he truly loves you, isn’t it time for you to be the one to show him just how much you want to be together?”
He allowed Obi-Wan to consider his words for a few minutes before continuing. “You can visit us anytime, Obi. We’re your friends and we love you, which means your happiness is very important to us. Will you be happy if you have us close by, but have lost Xanatos because of it?”
Something seemed to click behind the blue-gray eyes, a wide smile lighting up handsome features. “You’re right. I’m being a complete idiot.”
Jumping up from his chair, Obi-Wan rushed around the table and leaned down to gift Bruck with a deep open mouthed kiss. By the time he pulled back Bruck was breathing heavily, fingers gripping the edge of the table.
“Thank you, Bruck. I’m going to pack my things and make arrangements with my men,” Obi-Wan shared, fingers lightly brushing against his friends lips before he vanished into his room.
Bruck ran a slightly trembling hand through his white spiked hair and released a deep breath. “Stupid fool, Chun. Always playing the good guy.”
The peal of the door chime provided a welcome distraction from his thoughts. Moving over to answer it, he pressed the door control and felt a jolt of pleasant surprise at seeing who was on the other side. He’d just opened his mouth to offer a greeting, when he was hustled inside, shoved up against the wall, pinned there as a mouth slammed down on his.
He began to struggle as hands roughly began to tear at his tunics, resorting to using a powerful Force push in order to dislodge his attacker. Struggling to catch his breath, he glared balefully at the confused man.
“For Force sake, Muln! I swear if you don’t learn to use a little finesse, I’m never speaking to you again.”
Garen flushed at the harsh reprimand. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m not one of your sparring partners. I’m tired of feeling battered and bruised after having sex with you. Master Qui-Gon even threatened to take me to the healers, he’s so concerned by the numerous bumps and bruises I have these days. There’s something to be said for gentleness and patience.”
Stunningly attractive, tanned features reflected complete bafflement at his complaints. Hissing in frustration, Bruck stepped close and pressed his lips close to Garen’s. As the other man eagerly began to lean forward, Bruck pressed a hand against his chest in order to stop him. Holding the heated gaze, he shook his head in warning.
“Don’t move. No matter what happens, I don’t want you to do a thing. Don’t touch me, just relax and learn.”
Resistance and frustration were reflected in Garen’s expression but something in Bruck’s eyes warned him to be still. Satisfied that his orders would be obeyed, Bruck began to drink deeply from Garen’s lips, tongue gliding over the ridge of teeth, only to retreat quickly. His hands slowly stripped the tunic from his lover’s body, hands resting flat on warm browned skin. Garen inhaled sharply between kisses as Bruck began to stroke his chest with deep flesh tingling motions.
Bruck smiled as he allowed his mouth to drift down a strong neck, a lick of the pulse that beat wildly in Garen’s throat eliciting a strangled moan. The roving tongue and lips traveled downward, lapping at dusky nipples and slipping into the belly button area. Garen’s hands began to move toward Bruck’s head but stilled in the air when Bruck ceased his decadent torment. The torment only resumed when Garen once again dropped his arms to his sides.
“Chun. Please!”
Bruck’s chuckle sent a draft of air across Garen’s ribbed stomach, the muscles contracting at the sensation. Garen lost the will to argue when his lover dropped to his knees, hands making quick work of the closures to his pants. A roar of delight echoed in the room as Bruck took Garen into his mouth, smooth, deep movements ringing sobbing cries of wonder from the other Jedi. Hands flexing by his sides, Garen gave himself up to the pleasure and came with a scream of primitive joy.
Bruck grinned as he stood and enfolded the quivering man in his arms. “Slow and gentle have their benefits, lover boy.”
Garen blinked and smiled woobily, his tentative prod for a kiss met with approval. Tracing the patrician line of Bruck’s nose with his fingertips, Garen hesitated before speaking what was on his mind.
“I know you probably don’t want to hear this from me, but I missed you.”
Surprise flooded the other man’s gaze at his admission, Bruck lacing the fingers of their hands together. “I missed you too, you big oaf. Now let’s go make good use of Obi’s spare bedroom while he still has it.”
Ignoring the string of questions his words elicited, Bruck dragged his lover into the guest bedroom and locked the door. Watching the spectacle from his own bedroom, Obi-Wan chuckled and continued to pack.
Bruck allowed the server droid in with the meal cart and watched as it carefully sat everything out on the dining table. As soon as it finished and rolled out of the suite once again, he turned to where his friend sat slumped on the couch. Obi-Wan was growing more and more despondent as the days wore on with no word from Xanatos as to what his choice was.
Filling the glasses with Corellian Ale, Bruck began to place servings of each course on the plates. “Come and eat something, Obi.”
A soft sigh could be heard as Obi-Wan stood and made his way over to take a seat. He bypassed the full plate of food in favor of the glass. Bruck took a bite of his own food and shook his head as his friend drained the glass in seconds before reaching for the bottle to refill it.
“Obi, why are you sitting here waiting for him to make up his mind?”
Bruck’s question caught the former Jedi off guard, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve admitted that you love him and want to spend the rest of your lives together, so why throw even more obstacles in your path?”
“I’ve only asked him to consider spending the majority of our time here. I want to be able to keep in touch with you and the others.”
Bruck set his fork down in order to reach across the table and rest a hand on top of Obi-Wan’s. Waiting until he was certain he had his friend’s full attention, he spoke with quiet deliberation.
“This could be the love of your life. If I were you, I’d move the stars to find a way to be together, even if it meant making some sacrifices. You told me yourself that Xanatos has been the one to make all the concessions so far in your relationship. Now that your mind is clear and you can see just how much he truly loves you, isn’t it time for you to be the one to show him just how much you want to be together?”
He allowed Obi-Wan to consider his words for a few minutes before continuing. “You can visit us anytime, Obi. We’re your friends and we love you, which means your happiness is very important to us. Will you be happy if you have us close by, but have lost Xanatos because of it?”
Something seemed to click behind the blue-gray eyes, a wide smile lighting up handsome features. “You’re right. I’m being a complete idiot.”
Jumping up from his chair, Obi-Wan rushed around the table and leaned down to gift Bruck with a deep open mouthed kiss. By the time he pulled back Bruck was breathing heavily, fingers gripping the edge of the table.
“Thank you, Bruck. I’m going to pack my things and make arrangements with my men,” Obi-Wan shared, fingers lightly brushing against his friends lips before he vanished into his room.
Bruck ran a slightly trembling hand through his white spiked hair and released a deep breath. “Stupid fool, Chun. Always playing the good guy.”
The peal of the door chime provided a welcome distraction from his thoughts. Moving over to answer it, he pressed the door control and felt a jolt of pleasant surprise at seeing who was on the other side. He’d just opened his mouth to offer a greeting, when he was hustled inside, shoved up against the wall, pinned there as a mouth slammed down on his.
He began to struggle as hands roughly began to tear at his tunics, resorting to using a powerful Force push in order to dislodge his attacker. Struggling to catch his breath, he glared balefully at the confused man.
“For Force sake, Muln! I swear if you don’t learn to use a little finesse, I’m never speaking to you again.”
Garen flushed at the harsh reprimand. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m not one of your sparring partners. I’m tired of feeling battered and bruised after having sex with you. Master Qui-Gon even threatened to take me to the healers, he’s so concerned by the numerous bumps and bruises I have these days. There’s something to be said for gentleness and patience.”
Stunningly attractive, tanned features reflected complete bafflement at his complaints. Hissing in frustration, Bruck stepped close and pressed his lips close to Garen’s. As the other man eagerly began to lean forward, Bruck pressed a hand against his chest in order to stop him. Holding the heated gaze, he shook his head in warning.
“Don’t move. No matter what happens, I don’t want you to do a thing. Don’t touch me, just relax and learn.”
Resistance and frustration were reflected in Garen’s expression but something in Bruck’s eyes warned him to be still. Satisfied that his orders would be obeyed, Bruck began to drink deeply from Garen’s lips, tongue gliding over the ridge of teeth, only to retreat quickly. His hands slowly stripped the tunic from his lover’s body, hands resting flat on warm browned skin. Garen inhaled sharply between kisses as Bruck began to stroke his chest with deep flesh tingling motions.
Bruck smiled as he allowed his mouth to drift down a strong neck, a lick of the pulse that beat wildly in Garen’s throat eliciting a strangled moan. The roving tongue and lips traveled downward, lapping at dusky nipples and slipping into the belly button area. Garen’s hands began to move toward Bruck’s head but stilled in the air when Bruck ceased his decadent torment. The torment only resumed when Garen once again dropped his arms to his sides.
“Chun. Please!”
Bruck’s chuckle sent a draft of air across Garen’s ribbed stomach, the muscles contracting at the sensation. Garen lost the will to argue when his lover dropped to his knees, hands making quick work of the closures to his pants. A roar of delight echoed in the room as Bruck took Garen into his mouth, smooth, deep movements ringing sobbing cries of wonder from the other Jedi. Hands flexing by his sides, Garen gave himself up to the pleasure and came with a scream of primitive joy.
Bruck grinned as he stood and enfolded the quivering man in his arms. “Slow and gentle have their benefits, lover boy.”
Garen blinked and smiled woobily, his tentative prod for a kiss met with approval. Tracing the patrician line of Bruck’s nose with his fingertips, Garen hesitated before speaking what was on his mind.
“I know you probably don’t want to hear this from me, but I missed you.”
Surprise flooded the other man’s gaze at his admission, Bruck lacing the fingers of their hands together. “I missed you too, you big oaf. Now let’s go make good use of Obi’s spare bedroom while he still has it.”
Ignoring the string of questions his words elicited, Bruck dragged his lover into the guest bedroom and locked the door. Watching the spectacle from his own bedroom, Obi-Wan chuckled and continued to pack.