Getting Dirty

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Getting Dirty


Eighteen year old Senior Padawans, Garen Muln and Bruck Chun strode through yet another cavern below the volcanic surface of Sullust. Garen was willing to trail behind the other apprentice, a smirk curving his lips as he noted the way Bruck’s muscled body was strung taut with tension. Garen knew Chun’s huge ego was bruised, due to the fact that it had been Garen who’d managed to solve the mystery of who was running the underground weapons smuggling ring. No doubt his rival had been eager to return from their joint mission the conquering hero. He could picture Chun soaking up the praise from his adoring throng of misguided worshippers.

"Puddle!"

Bruck snapped the warning in a voice laced with animosity seconds before launching himself over the muddy hole with a Force enhanced jump. No sooner did his feet touch the ground on the other side, he was off in a hurried stride once again never once bothering to look behind to make certain his companion was following. Catching up easily, Garen shook his head as he wondered how anyone could stand spending time in Chun’s insufferable company. The little demon inside of Garen that was responsible for getting him and his friends into trouble, reared its ugly head.

"You did a good job today Chun. No reason to be a sore loser."

Bruck had no verbal response to the taunt, but he couldn’t prevent his body from growing even more rigid as anger flooded him. Fighting back a grin, Garen was so pleased with himself for getting under the other Jedi’s skin, he failed to notice that Bruck had jumped again until it was too late. A startled bellow accompanied a splash as Garen fell face first into the shallow puddle of muddy water. Deep howls of laughter echoed off the cavern walls as Bruck finally turned and saw his nemesis glaring up at him with a dirty face.

"Shut your trap Chun, before I do it for you," Garen growled, eyes narrowing even further as he watched Bruck double over with hilarity at his predicament.

Wiping a tear away with the back of his hand, Bruck fought to catch his breath before responding to the threat. It overjoyed him to see Kenobi’s egomaniacal best friend brought down a peg or two. Muln thought he was the Force’s gift to the galaxy, strutting through life with his good looks and charming personality. Bruck had dreamt about wiping the smug smirk off the handsome face. The smile slowly bled from his lips as he studied Muln’s muddied features, his gaze drifting down to rest on the full bottom lip that was currently jutting out in a pout.

Bruck would never admit it to anyone, not even his best friend Aalto, but more and more lately his dreams had been filled with visions of himself capturing those full lips with his own. His hands trailing over the heavily muscled tanned skin, fingers tunneling through ebony locks that appeared soft and springy. Even now if he closed his eyes, he could visualize his own pale limbs intertwined with Muln’s darker ones.

Clearing his throat, Bruck jerked his thoughts away from the disturbing images and ignored a certain part of his bodies interest in them. Muln was Kenobi’s best friend which made him Bruck’s enemy.

"Sorry Muln," he replied with a weak smirk, holding a hand that shook toward the other Jedi.

A strong muddy hand accepted the grip, Bruck reacting too slowly as there was a sudden spike in the Force. Garen used every bit of his strength as he yanked the arrogant fool forward. Laughter bubbled up as Bruck hit the puddle with a loud splash and a startled roar of angered surprise, Garen grasping his aching stomach as he enjoyed his now wet and filthy companion. Narrowed steely blue eyes glared out at him from a muddied face, teeth gleaming whitely in a snarl.

"I’m going to kill you for that, Muln."

His laughter fleeing, Garen leant forward in order to return the threatening glower with one of his own, their faces only inches apart.

"You and what army, Chun?"

Tension swirled around the two muddied adversaries, Bruck’s eyes dropping down to study Garen’s full bottom lip that was merely a breath away from his. For his part, Garen felt the air still in his chest as he watched the other man lick his own lips, eyelids sliding shut with desire.

"Chun? Wha...?"

"Shut up for once in your life and just feel, Muln," Bruck muttered, closing the space between them in order to capture slightly parted lips with his.

Grimy hands lifted to push Bruck away, and instead settled against the other man’s broad chest. A low moan rumbled in Garen’s throat as he accepted the warm wet tongue his nemesis pushed past his teeth with brute force. Tongues dueling, their hands began to move over one another with nearly frantic haste, exploring muscled chests, and well rounded backsides. At one point Garen’s natural leadership instincts kicked in and he pushed Bruck away, only to once again pull the startled man flush against his own now rock hard erection. Tearing his mouth away, he rubbed their lower bodies together as he stared piercingly at the man in his arms.

"Have you ever done this before?"

Bruck’s face turned bright red at his hoarse query, pale lashes falling to conceal his eyes. "Not.. With.. A man."

Garen wasn’t surprised by the reluctant admission. Few of his agemates had experimented as avidly as he had. Being a hotshot pilot had its advantages, beings eager to see first hand if the rumors were true. Garen had slept with a wide range of various beings already at his young age, many of them the same gender. Chun had always struck him as being rather closed off and prudish. Which made him wonder why his best friend’s enemy was willing to open himself up in this way to Garen of all people.

"Why me?"

Silence fell heavily between them.

Bruck finally drew in a quivering breath, his eyes lifting to meet Garen’s. The desire in the molten gaze nearly caused Garen to double over.

"Does it really matter?"

The warm hand that reached down to grasp Garen’s penis through tight pants, was reason enough. A groan slipping from his lips, Garen wrapped a hand around the nape of Bruck’s neck and pulled him close for a toe curling open mouthed kiss. Their hands shook as they hurriedly began to pull and twist at one another’s tunics and pants. Bruck threw his head back, a cry of joy erupting as Garen was the first to reach bare skin, the dark head lowering as he swallowed Bruck’s swollen organ.

His chest heaving as he struggled to draw in sobbing breaths, Bruck’s pale hands tunneled through the other man’s black locks, one hand holding Garen in place with the small ponytail as the dark head moved up and down. The few encounters he’d had with women had in no way prepared him for what he was experiencing with Muln. Deft and skillful, the other man quickly brought him to the point of orgasm, only to pull away.

Chuckling throatily as Bruck cried out in displeasure, Garen pressed a quick kiss to passion swollen lips. "Patience. I’m going to let you cum, just not that way."

A puzzled frown creasing his forehead, Bruck’s eyes suddenly widened in understanding as Garen shed the remainder of his clothes before rolling over to rest on hands and knees. He could only watch in frozen silence as Muln wet his fingers in the water, before reaching back to prepare himself.

"Come here and fuck me, Chun!"

Bruck nearly stumbled in his haste to obey the guttural command, pausing only long enough to kick off his boots before shimmying out of his pants. Dropping to his knees behind Garen, he slowly reached out and ran both hands over the smooth almost baby soft globes before him with reverence.

"Now Chun!"

Smiling at Garen’s far from controlled tone, he scooted forward and reached down to guide his own angry red and rampant shaft toward the puckered opening. Sweat beaded his forehead, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as Bruck slowly eased himself into the surprisingly tight passage.

"You should feel special right now, Chun," Garen gasped as if reading his thoughts. "This particular position is a first for me too."

Bruck’s response to the admission was to slowly pull himself back, Garen’s spine arching in delight. It took a bit of experimenting, but eventually they found a steady rhythm that was enjoyable for them both. Neither was aware of the mud that dried on their skin, or the water that grew chilled beneath their knees. They were too focused on the pleasure that grew as they increased their tempo, Garen’s hand reaching down to fist his own erection.

Their cries of completion rose up to mingle as Bruck slumped over his companion’s sweaty back. Pressing his lips to the tanned skin, he smiled smugly to himself as Garen shivered beneath him.

"You aren’t so bad, Chun," Garen’s gasped remark turning into a hiss as his lover pulled free.

Bruck didn’t reply as he stood and began to pull his clothes on in silence. He froze when Garen grasped his hands, preventing him from stepping into his pants. Bracing himself for the inevitable return to nastiness, he allowed the other apprentice to lean close and press a soft kiss against his lips.

"Thank you, Bruck," Garen whispered softly. "I’ll leave it up to you whether or not we do this again. I’m more than willing."

Bruck watched, pleasantly surprised as Garen turned his attention to dressing himself. Pushing intruding worries about what Aalto and Kenobi would say if they ever found out, Bruck reached out and ran a caressing hand down the smooth muscled brown skin of Garen's exposed chest. Waiting until warm dark eyes lifted to study him curiously, he smiled invitingly.

"You can count on it, Muln."