Who Loves

Keywords – smut, Jaina, Zekk, Jag, M/F, M/M,
Disclaimer – Not mine.
Notes – Watch out! There’s genuine plot in this chapter!

JayCee: I didn’t like Jaina in NJO, but she was one of my favs in YJK, and I love Zekk. Where this plot bunny came from I don’t know, but it leapt on me. It was meant to be J/Z, but as you can see it mutated. Thanks for taking the time review, here’s the next chapter.

Anon: Here you go!

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After Jaina stomped out of the room Jag and Zekk collapsed on the bed together laughing at her annoyance, so characteristic of her. “We really have to teach her about sharing, don’t we?” said Zekk as he slung a leg over Jag, and wrapped his arm around the pilot’s waist.

Jag enjoyed the sensation of being lightly pinned, as well as Zekk’s breath against his ear. He turned his face and brushed his lips across the Jedi’s. “I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you, too.” Zekk’s eye’s drifted shut, and he pulled Jag closer still. The words were still so new as to be thrilling, both in saying them and hearing them.

“Zekk?”

“Mmm?” his lover asked sleepily.

Jag stroked Zekk hair, as it framed his face, lose around him. He was such a beautiful man. And someone who had been treated very roughly by the galaxy. Before this last week, he had only had peripheral knowledge about Zekk, knowing mostly that he was Jaina’s ex, and that he had once fallen to the dark side. In some quiet hours though, they had talked about who they were, getting to know one another, and as they did so Jag had found himself falling in love.

“We’re going to be fathers.”

Zekk snorted, but his lips curved into a bright smile. He opened his eyes to meet Jag’s. “No, we’re not. Han Solo will kill us the moment he finds out. And if by some tiny miracle he doesn’t, we won’t survive Jaina. She’ll slaughter us both in hormonal rage before she even reaches her second trimester.”

Rolling them, so he was straddling Zekk’s waist, Jag bent his head to kiss his lover on the lips. “You are such a pessimist.”

“And the day I thought that I would ever hear those words from you…” beneath Jag the other man laughed, his eyes sparkling. The movement stimulated the parts of Jag’s body that touched his lover. Hungrily, Jag kissed Zekk, his tongue seeking access roughly. Zekk’s mouth opened and he lifted his head, snaking an arm behind Jag’s neck, pressing him close. The more they got of each other they more they seemed to want.

Jag slid down Zekk’s body, so their lengths were flush against one another. Zekk’s erection pressed into Jag, and the pilot rubbed their bodies together, sending wrinkles of pleasure through them both. Zekk tugged Jag’s shirt off, kissing his way up Jag’s body as he did so, taking the time to flick first one nipple and then the other with his tongue.

“You taste good,” the Jedi growled, as they helped each other out of their pants.

“So does Jaina,” Jag answered, teasingly. The answering flash in Zekk’s eyes was reward enough.

“You’re going to have to let me try that with her next time, then.”

“It’d be my pleasure. I want to watch. The two of you are incredibly beautiful together,” Jag complimented. The memories of them both together, the thought of watching them…was enough to make Jag’s desire spike. He wanted Zekk and he wanted him now.

He turned his lover’s body over gently, but urgently, and reached for the bottle of lotion that sat on the dresser. He rubbed the cool liquid over his erection and then did the same to Zekk’s rear, slipping a finger inside of the other man, so that when it came for him to enter, it would be as easy as possible.

Zekk was still tight around him, but Jag was able to slide into him with out any problem. Once he was sheathed inside the other man, he reached a hand around and took the other’s hardness in his hands, gently rubbing it. Moving in and out of his lover, he mimicked the motion of his body. He’d pull almost out of Zekk and then thrust back in, running his hands over Zekk’s erection in time.

Jag gently squeezed Zekk a little tighter, making the other man groan. A thought struck him so he released Zekk, and settled in him for a moment, causing another groan – this one of disappointment – from Zekk. Unscrewing the lotion was a little difficult in his current position but Jag managed, then he rubbed it all over his hands, making them slick.

Kissing the back of Zekk’s neck, who was now shifting beneath Jag trying to get some reaction from him. It was working, and Jag momentarily lost focus when stars exploded in front of his eyes as a slight tightening of Zekk muscles pulled at him in just the right way.

“Stop that,” he breathed. Jag though could hear the whimper in his own voice.

“What this?” asked Zekk, and squirmed a little more. “Well, you better on with it then.”

Gaining a better position over Zekk, Jag once again reach around for the other’s member and took it in his now slick hands. He ran tight fingers that were all the more lubricated along the hard length. Zekk groaned and bucked hard, and Jag stablised them using his weight. Then he started pumping his own body in and out.

Beneath him, his lover’s movements were spurring him on. Jag let Zekk support him as he concentrated on pleasuring the other man, and gaining pleasure from him. Force, but he was so tight and hot… so unbelievably tight…

Zekk was panting Jag’s name over and over, his back rising and falling with his ragged chant, and tugging against the thrusting that he was using to counter Jag’s movements. Jag was so lost in their actions that he scarcely breathed, concentrating instead completely on the moment.

The tension was building, bringing them closer to completion. They began to speed up, causing them both a sweet agony. Jag could feel every muscle in his body was locked, as were Zekk’s. The pleasure was causing hot waves that threatened to break the dam, crashing against the walls, waiting to explode outwards…

At last Jag felt himself release, spilling into the man below him, pleasure running through his veins like boiling water. He maintained his motion with his hands until he felt hot liquid running over his hands, as Zekk cried out one final time, and collapsed on to the bed.

Jag slid out of the other man, and placed a kiss on the back of his neck, tasting sweat mingled with Zekk’s flavour. They twisted around so they were curled around each other. For long moments, they lay together, getting their breath back, hands wandering lightly, enjoying the peace that had settled.

Zekk’s stomach gave a loud grumble, and Jag who had had his head on the Jedi’s chest, listening to the heartbeat, looked up with a grin. “Lunchtime?”

“Lunchtime,” Zekk agreed, looking slightly abashed.

The two men showered together, ostensibly to save time, but mostly to be together. They did not do anything more than wash the other, rubbing soap onto slick skin teasingly, and steal kisses, but the heat of the water and pressure of the water was very relaxing to them both. Dry and dressed they made their lunch together.

Zekk wanted to check on his ships, and Jag was reluctant to do the little bit of work that he had himself to be done so he followed the other man across to his landing bay.

“If I wasn’t afraid of what people might think of Jaina, I’d hold your hand,” Zekk said, grinning at Jag, making the pilot feel slightly uncomfortable. What he was like in his quarters with Zekk or Jaina was completely different from what the rest of the galaxy saw, and Zekk knew it. He felt heat trace up inside his collar.

“Of course,” continued the other man, “you might have an aneurism if I tried, and then it wouldn’t matter what people thought of Jaina’s relationships, because she’d be arrested for murder – mine.”

The Jedi pulled Jag inside the Lightning Rod, when they reached the landing bay, and kissed him soundly. “Much better.”

Jag relaxed into the kiss, able to enjoy the attention, safe in the knowledge that no one would be able to see them.

After they bid each other goodbye, Zekk went to work, checking on his ships. Everyday he wasn’t busy with Jedi duties, he tried to spend some time with each ship, making sure they were kept in good condition. Jag went back to his rooms in order to do some research for a diplomatic mission he was going on in a couple of weeks, part of him wishing he could spend the rest of the day here with Zekk, and Jaina, should she choose to join them.

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Jaina had been distracted through lunch, trying not to let her mother get wind of what she was thinking about – the baby. Her focus was such that she had been very quiet, and tended to answer all questions with short answers. When asked about her reticence, she told them she was just tired, and much to her relief it seemed to satisfy them. Things went mostly all right until after lunch. She was sitting drinking Alderaanian tea with them in the main room and she was overcome with nausea, having to make a quick dash for the ‘fresher.

Behind her, her parents’ concern of was evident and she allowed herself to be guided back to the living room, her mother’s beautiful living room. Her father was quickly dispatched to find a short list of things to help settle Jaina’s stomach. As soon as he was out of earshot, Leia turned a very piercing gaze to her daughter.

“So, how far a long are you?” she asked without preamble.

“Mom!”

“I mean it, Jaina.”

“About a month,” she muttered a little sullenly, looking down. “How did you know?”

“I have had children myself, you know – and your shields dropped. Does Jag know?”

“Yeah.” She could hear her father bustling down the corridor. “Don’t tell Dad, please, Mom?” Her mother nodded and Jaina felt a little bit of relief.

“But you have to the end of the week to tell him yourself, got it?” Leia hissed in her ear, and Jaina sighed in agreement. Her mom had no idea what she was asking. A confession by the end of the week meant that she, Zekk and Jag would have to come clean – Jaina wouldn’t lie to her parents. Omissions and evasions were one thing, but she wouldn’t tell deliberate untruths to them.

“Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling?” her dad asked.

“Not too bad, Dad, better now.”

“Here, drink this, your mom thinks it does do wonders for an upset stomach.” She took the tonic from her father as he sat beside her. Sipping it, she grimaced. The taste was as bad as she’d ever remembered from childhood.

Now sitting in the chair across from her, her mother spoke up, “Drink it all, Jaina, it’ll help replace any nutrients you lose when you’re ill. And Tekli is based here, why don’t you go and see her?” From the expression on Leia’s face, she wasn’t going to let up on this, and if Jaina wanted her secret kept, she had better do as she was told.

“Sure.” She leaned against her father’s chest and he stroked her hair gently.

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Jag was sitting on the couch, working quietly, reading through the large stack of information he’d been provided with for his next job when Jaina entered, letting the door hiss shut behind her. He turned to greet her, but his smile died when he saw the expression on her face.

“Jay?” he asked, standing up to meet her.

“Where’s Zekk?” she asked wrapping her arms around his waist pulling him to her, he returned the embrace, kissing her lightly in greeting. She relaxed against him.

“He went to see to his ships, I guess he’ll be back later. Is anything wrong?”

“Mom knows about the baby,” she told him flatly, and he felt as though she’d doused him in icy water.

“What?”

“Mom knows I’m pregnant, I was sick there and she figured it out. She assumed that the baby was yours and I didn’t bother to correct her. She’s also given me until the end of the week to tell Dad.” The confession came in a rush of air, spoken on one breath. Jag tightened his arms around her reflexively.

“Then what?”

“Then I assume she tells him, hands him a blaster, and points him in your direction.” The dryness in her voice was a little reassuring, and he took the bait, letting her guide the conversation to a slightly more neutral tone.

“Jay! Couldn’t you have told her it was Zekk?”

“You’re in that much of a hurry to off him?”

“He’s a beautiful man who I love, but at the end of the day…”

She freed an arm long enough to hit him, but he caught it before she could give him a second blow. Bringing her hand up to his mouth, he placed an open mouth kiss on her palm, and moved his tongue up to slide through her fingers. Jaina groaned and closed her eyes. Taking this as an invitation, he began to kiss his way up the inside of her arm. When he reached her elbow she squirmed, “Jag!”

“Yes, Goddess?” He was reluctant to stop.

Her skin tasted so good, it was intoxicating: pleasant light-headedness, and a strong desire to throw caution to the wind. One look at her face showed how much she was enjoying what he was doing to her. The flush of colour in her cheeks, and the brightness of her eyes gave away her arousal. Unable to help himself he kissed the join in her arm with an open mouth, sucking on the skin gently. Both of his lovers were incredibly beautiful people, and he couldn’t not be turned on by the way Jaina was responding to him now. She was just so kriffing gorgeous.

Jaina jerked away again. “That tickles!”

“Really? I’ll have to remember it. Zekk may want a show and tell later, and I’d have to share.”

“You know, if you two are going to start using that word against me…” she growled low, and Jag felt himself harden at the sound.

“I’m going to have a shower,” she changed the subject abruptly and turned into the ‘fresher.

Jag watched her rear end, wonderfully formed beneath her pants, disappear down the short corridor to the ‘fresher. A few seconds later he decided that it didn’t matter he’d had a shower with Zekk earlier, he wanted one now. With Jaina.

She didn’t acknowledge him as he entered the room – but she hadn’t bothered to lock the door – and he stripped off quickly, stepping under the stream of water behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and began to rub at the cleanser she’d started to lather there. Letting his hands glide around to her stomach, he flattened them against the still flat skin, massaging her lightly with his fingers.

“I can just imagine how beautiful you’re going to look when the baby gets a little bit bigger. I can’t wait to watch you growing, changing, with our child…”

“Getting fat, don’t you mean,” she said acidly.

“No. You’ll be doing something that Zekk and I can’t do – giving life. There is nothing more beautiful than that.”

The woman in front of him turned in his arms and smiled up at him, touching his face softly. Her eyes were a little red and he had the sudden impression that the moisture on her cheeks wasn’t just from the shower.

“You’re really happy, aren’t you? I haven’t seen you like this…well, ever.”

“Why shouldn’t I be happy? I have you and Zekk and soon we’ll all have a baby. A beautiful little baby.”

She tugged his face down to hers and kissed him soundly, opening her lips almost immediately, and pressing her tongue against his, then moving deeper, exploring his mouth. He did the same to her, enjoying the taste, and the feel of the warm dampness, stroking him. Unconsciously, his hands moved to her sides, finding that one spot that Zekk had been so kind as to share with him, and caressed it lightly. Jaina moaned into his mouth and pushed harder against him, rubbing against his growing erection.

Kissing his way down from her mouth, he traced a line along her throat, pausing on her pulse, to nip, and then suck it. Jaina tilted her head back, making sure to keep it out of the stream of water. Kissing down to her breast, he took one rosy nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, and brushed the roughness over the nub, causing Jaina to groan, catching the back of his head, and holding him there, but he pulled against her, and closed in on her other breast, determined to give each equal time.

After a moment, one hand dropped away from his head and slid between them, reaching for his hardness. She closed around it, and squeezed him lightly, making him moan against her chest. But two could play at that game, and his own hand moved down, past her moist folds and into her hot core. With one finger he teased the mound inside, making her hips buck against him, then he slid lower, seeking her entrance. He pushed two fingers inside her, and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Jaina still had hold of him, and was squeezing and rubbing his hard length. If he didn’t stop her, he was going to come right here and now, and he really wanted to be in her when he did so. Gently he took her wrists and lifted her arms to around his neck. Sensing what he wanted, she bent one knee up to his waist, and he lifted the other one so she could wrap her legs around him. With his hands on her sides, he guided her on to his length, settling her down as she took him all the way in.

Jag braced their weight by pressing her against the wall, and his forearms on either side of her shoulders. He buried his face in her neck, feeling the water pound down his back, creating an interesting mix of sensations. As he prepared to thrust, she shook slightly and he glanced up to see if she was all right, only to find her laughing.

“Everything all right, Goddess?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” she said, smirking, “I was just thinking that we won’t be doing this in a few months. I’ll be too heavy to lift!”

He grunted, and pretended to stagger under her weight. “You’re pretty heavy now, Goddess.”

“You’re being so funny today, Fel, now hurry up before the water gets cold.”

“As the Goddess wishes, so shall it be.”

He pulled back so that he was almost out of her and then slammed back in, and both of them cried out at the impact, and Jag felt as if someone had electrified him. Oh, but this was so good. He pulled out again and slammed back in, and again and again, and then he started to pick up speed. Not far from his mouth there was one beautiful breast, asking to be covered, so he tilted his head and took it in his mouth, sucking on it, using his lips and his tongue to his best advantage on her.

Suddenly, she cried out his name, and he felt a gush of wetness as her walls tightened over his still very hard member. He began to push in and out of her harder and faster, creating a friction of skin against skin, as he sought his completion in her. She was urging him with her hips, holding his shoulders hard enough to bruise. He could feel the tension in him begin to build higher, and higher until suddenly it exploded, his seed spilling into Jaina, who bucked, clawing at his back, a second orgasm overtaking her.

As he came back to his senses, he lowered Jaina, sliding out of her, limp and spent. The water on his back still held some warmth, but it was cooling fast, so he lent over and turned it off. Jaina sat on a small ledge, staring into space. Her face was flushed, her eyes were a little unfocused and there was a smile hovering on her kiss-swollen lips.

Jag looked at her carefully. There were love bites on her chest and neck, and a couple of newer ones on one of her breasts. Other than this, she seemed to be in good health, which under the circumstances was very good. He guessed that over the next eight months it would be up to Zekk and himself to make sure she stayed that way.

Grabbing a couple of towels, he helped her out of the stall, and both of them dried off, still relaxed from their antics. Jag knew he should get back to what he had been doing before she arrived home, but when Jaina hopped into the bed in the room across the hall, and patted beside her in an open invitation for him to join her, all thoughts of work fled his mind, and he slipped under the covers with her.

They curled up together, exchanging light kisses. Neither of them had had much sleep in the last day or so, and they were tired. Jaina was deeply asleep within minutes and not long after Jag dropped into a doze.

“Well, if this isn’t just the cutest sight you ever did see,” a soft voice roused Jag, and he realised he’d fallen asleep without knowing it.

Zekk stood just inside the door, leaning on the frame, smiling softly. Beside Jag, Jaina slept on, her face in peaceful repose, her breathing deep and even. The male Jedi strode into the main part of the room, purposely towards his two lovers and he stooped, apparently intending to kiss Jag, but the pilot put his hand on Zekk’s chest to stop him.

“You calling me cute, Jedi?” he asked, pretending to be insulted.

“Absolutely. With your hair messed like that, you are adorable.” This time he leaned in and kissed Jag deeply, but briefly, then bent down and brushed his lips across Jaina’s forehead. She stirred and muttered something, but did not wake.

Jag sighed and slid out of bed. The air felt cool against his bare skin, and he shivered. When something settled on his shoulders, he looked up in gratitude, then pulled the robe a little tighter as Zekk wrapped it around him, holding him.

Together they went out to the main room, shutting the door quietly to avoid waking Jaina. Zekk pulled Jag down on the couch and reached for the remote to turn on the sound system, but Jag objected. “I have work to do…”

“Are you going to do it?”

“Uh, no, I suppose not.” Having decided to put all ideas of work away, Jag relaxed against Zekk and they stretched out together on the couch as the soft music filled the room. Zekk slipped a hand in the robe, to rest against Jag’s skin, caressing his stomach lightly. Jag sighed contentedly.

“How was your day?” he asked.

“Not bad. I didn’t get much done.”

“Hmmm?”

“Too many distracting thoughts.”

Jag chuckled low in his throat. “I know the feeling.”

“How was yours?”

This time Jag sighed, feeling a little of the comfort slip away.

“Jag?”

“Leia found out about the baby.”

Behind him Zekk hissed slightly. “And?”

“And she doesn’t know about you. And she’s given Jaina a week to tell Han.”

“Ah.” There was no further response from the Jedi. After a moment or two Jag began to shift slightly, uncomfortable with the silence – what was Zekk thinking?

Eventually though, Zekk sighed. “I guess a deadline makes it easier, we don’t have to wait fearfully for someone to figure it all out. What about your parents?”

“One blaster at a time, Zekk!” He grimaced. “I will tell them, and soon, I guess. I’ll have to, I’m going out to visit them in a few months.” Turning his head slightly, to meet Zekk’s eyes, he caressed the other man’s cheek. “I would like you and Jaina to come with me. Jaina has already met my family, I want you to as well.”

“I’d be honoured – so long as those blasters you mentioned stay holstered.” Jag snorted in amusement. There were too many people in his life that went around fully armed – it had a tendency to make things a little hairy sometimes.

After a long pause, Jag realised that Zekk’s breathing had evened out, indicating the man was deeply asleep. Gently detaching himself from the embrace, he looked down on his sleeping lover. There were shadows under Zekk’s eyes that would hopefully clear before long. All three of them had had a late night, they all needed rest, but Zekk especially.

The male Jedi, Jag knew, had yet to reveal to Jaina the reason for his long leave from active duty. While he bore no external signs of his ailment, and in truth it affected him little at all now, he still wasn’t completely better, and was unlikely to be for a while. All the technology, and all the Jedi techniques sometimes could not make up for what rest and time would eventually recover.

Bending over, he brushed a lock of hair back from Zekk’s face, then lent down for a gentle kiss. He could still not believe just how fast this man had become to being so important to his life. “I love you,” he whispered, and settled the throw over his slumbering lover.

At last he headed for the kitchen. “Everyone always cops out of making dinner,” he muttered under his breath, but with no real annoyance.

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