Desperate Measures

The knocking at the door was tentative, hesitant, and then louder.

The senator hadn't been expecting anyone so late, to be honest, he didn't let it into public knowledge that he was in his office so late. He was young, enthusiastic, devoted, and a bit of an insomniac, really. But spirited as he was, he was still a bit wary about putting down his pen and rising to answer the door to his private office, at this hour.

Outlined against the brighter lights from the hall stood a young man, unimpressive in stature though well-defined in bearing, his short cropped hair and long braid evidence that he had not achieved the rank of Master, though he seemed by his size and features a good seventeen or eighteen years of age, four or five years the Senator's junior. His shoulders were set even; his feet spaced out evenly, his stance overall formal, perhaps too much so.

"Senator, I-" he began, abruptly, paused, and continued, "I know it’s late, but, I wished to speak with you?"

Bail moved aside to allow the young man access, and he stepped inside the office, just barely, allowing the door to slide closed behind him. In the softer light Bail preferred for his office, the one his eyes were currently adjusted for, he could tell that he'd seen this Padawan before, he remembered him from when he'd gone to a ceremony commending Masters Qui-Gon Jinn and Depa Billaba for their actions against the Gran invaders on Hoc. It hadn't been too long ago, not at all, and the boy was as beautiful as he had been then, his dark reddish hair a stunning complement to his pale skin and strong features, that were now unnaturally set.

"Of course, it is my duty to listen." Bail offered the boy a reassuring smile, not wanting him to be so unnaturally nervous, but it did little for the Padawan. "Forgive me, I know we've crossed paths, but I'm not sure we were introduced."

The Padawan almost blushed and nodded faintly, "I'm sorry, Senator. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan apprentice to Master Qui-Gon Jinn."

Bail nodded faintly, "I was very impressed by your work on Hoc a few months ago, and I remember your particular contributions were commended very highly. Would you care to sit down, to discuss what you came to talk about?"

It wasn't much of an option, actually, Bail led Obi-Wan to the formal but comfortable couches he had in his office. Obi-Wan sat rather uncomfortably on one, and the Senator sat opposite him, leaning forewords to look closely at the Jedi, or rather, all but stare at him. Even considering the boy's nerves, it was so difficult not to admire him.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. "I'd heard... rumblings about the upcoming vote. That the Senate would declare the Jedi an official body of the Republic, and have more direct involvement."

Bail was a bit taken aback, he hadn't expected the Jedi to wish to discuss politics, but the bill was one in his interests, so he was willing to discuss it with him. "Yes. The Chancellor wishes to amend the Jedi more tightly into the Republic, so that your actions can be better supplied and funded. The Council seemed behind it, Master Windu spoke before the commission on the bill, and favorably."

"Only Master Windu has made up his mind, yet, and he did so on pressure from the Chancellor to cut the Jedi's allowance to act. We... aren't really allowed to talk about that pressure, it’s too subtle. I overheard Master Jinn and Master Yoda conversing about it, I had to tell someone...”

His eyes were large and open, honest, begging the Senator to believe him.

"I'll have to contact the Temple myself, to see," he said, after a pause. "You understand, I can't just go on this information alone, it isn't that I don't trust you."

"There isn't time; the Temple doesn't take diplomats so early in the morning, not before the Senate meeting. I beg, Senator, that you listen to me now... delay the vote, if you can, or raise the objections, at least...”

The Senator swallowed hard. He didn't want to deny this boy, who was really so young and didn't know what he was getting into, something he was so passionate for, but he was so new to the Senate, he had his career at stake, and he didn't know how valid the information was. He could have misheard it, he could have...

A hand on his knee drew him out of thinking, moving up his leg, pressing insistently on the sensitive flesh underneath as the boy shifted to his knees before the Senator, leaning to murmur in his ear, "Please. Please, Senator, I'll do anything."

The young Jedi held himself there, so very close to the Senator that he could feel him shake, feel the heat from his face, feel the slightly ragged, terrified breath on his neck. His hand was unsteady as it sought to rub him through his robe, adding to the desperation of his plea. He didn't want this, didn't want to submit himself to sexual activity, not like this, not to someone who would accept it in return for political action.

Despite the understanding that the Jedi didn't want to act like this, Bail delayed. As Obi-Wan's mouth met his neck, kissing with something that Bail couldn't help but take as legitimate passion, he summoned the willpower to grasp the young man's wrist, and move it away. Obi-Wan pulled back to look at him, startled, confused, and perhaps a bit hurt, but Bail didn't let go of his hand, kissing the back of it softly.

"I will delay the vote in the Senate, Obi-Wan. You have my word. Your concern alone is grounds for me to act."

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile some, and was nearly overcome by a desire to kiss the Senator full on the mouth, a desire that he repressed. "Thank you... so much, Senator Organa. That means so much to so many people."

"I'm glad. I said earlier that my job is to listen, and I stand by that. If I was not open to hearing voices of the people...”

Bail noticed about then that he was still holding onto Obi-Wan's hand.

Obi-Wan noticed this as well, and blushed a little. And took a risk.

"If you were just being a gentleman to refuse me... you needn't, you know." Obi-Wan blushed much more at that, and looked away, expecting to be thrown out for that.

What he didn't expect was a large, soft hand to find its way to his cheek and neck, and stroke fingers around his features, rubbing his lips. Obi-Wan gasped softly, his lips parting, his eyes rising to stare at Bail. His breath was again uneven, but for a different reason, and Bail smiled a little deviously at him.

"I only want you if you want me, and would be comfortable about what we'd do. I have admired you for some time, and if you had any similar feelings, then...”

Obi-Wan didn't wait to hear any more, and leant forewords, silencing the Senator with a rather ravishing, passionate kiss that was unskilled, but heartfelt, almost relieved, his lips grasping at the Senator's, his tongue playing against his lips, asking but not demanding entrance. At this point, there was no point in saying no, and the Senator pulled the boy onto his lap, parting his lips for the Jedi and moaning against his mouth. Obi-Wan seemed obsessed with tasting Bail's mouth, getting the feel of it, the newness of an older man like Bail, and his hands were slowly all over him, exploring his soft hair, the rich texture of the garment he wore... the details appeared to overwhelm him.

Bail pulled back a little to look at Obi-Wan, now flushed and panting, and kissed his neck, not rushed, but tenderly, slowly, sucking his earlobe slowly, and repeating the path, grating with his teeth. The shiver that he felt pressed against him was rewarding, and he couldn't help but touch Obi-Wan's sash questioningly, murmuring, "May I?"

An anxious nod against his cheek was all the answer he needed, and the belt was off, down his hips, and his tunic was open. He pushed it off of the younger man's shoulders, along with the tabard, and forced the undershirt up over his head as well, mumbling as he leant in to taste lower on his neck, "You wear far too much clothing for one so exquisite...”

Obi-Wan laughed faintly, and eyed Bail's impressive outfit as well, and murmured almost playfully, "I might have to say the same for you...” and whimpered, as Bail's tongue found the sensetive skin between his neck and shoulder, and he followed it with his teeth, biting and sucking at it gently, drawing gasps from the young man. Bail's hands toured his exposed skin, loving the smoothness of it, and secretly delighting in the idea that he was mapping out new territory, that hands like his had never touched his stomach the same way, that when he flicked a finger over Obi-Wan's nipple, that the idea of that as a sexual place was new to him, even though he thought it was unlikely to be true.

All of Obi-Wan's squirming on Bail's lap, in response to his attentions was defiantly taking a toll on Bail, and on Obi-Wan as well. After a few minutes Bail let up his explorations and Obi-Wan went about unfastening his vest for him, and the robe that went with it, scooting off of him to reduce him to his sweater and his boots, his pants wadded up in a heap on the floor. The younger man was only too glad to be on his knees again, so that he had a better vantage point to examine Bail's erection from. It was not an entirely foreign object, but in this context...

Bail moaned encouragingly as Obi-Wan bent his head to lick up the length, several times just to get the texture of Bail's cock to his satisfaction, loving it. He swirled his tongue around the head, tasting him, almost reverent before returning to licking at it, stroking some with his hand, glancing up to watch the Senator's reactions. He hadn't expected to find the older man quite so beautiful when he was experiencing passion, like this, and he returned to his ministrations with redoubled efforts, sealing his lips around the length and sucking hard, bobbing his head, diligently working to bring the Senator what pleasure he could.

It seemed premature to him when a hand tugged him back, away, and he glanced up questioningly at his senior, his lips still parted invitingly. Bail stroked his hair, and leant down to pull Obi-Wan back into his lap, kissing him again, almost sweetly now. He stroked his cheek with one hand, and the other ran down his back, teasing at his waistband. The Jedi couldn't help but enjoy the touch, and arched into it, inviting Bail's hand inside, and Bail eased the pants off of his hips, to where they were unable to go further for Bail's legs. Obi-Wan reached a hand down to undo his boots, pulling his calf up so that his heel brushed along Bail's leg, to allow himself to reach them, and then slid them off and shifted to get his pants free, so he was entirely accessible to the Senator.

Obi-Wan blushed just softly, prone for him, and he leant in close again, his erection brushing the Senator's, still slick from his attentions. Bail's hands enjoyed their newfound freedom on Obi-Wan's back, caressing his shoulders but eager to move lower, taking his time to feel out the defined muscles on the entire surface as his mouth returned to the boy's neck and shoulders. After a minute, he ran a finger over Obi-Wan's lips, inviting him to take it into his mouth and suck, which he did, and Bail snuck his other hand to tease at his length some, causing Obi-Wan to moan around his fingers in a way he found terribly erotic.

After a minute or so, Bail removed his fingers, and leant up to kiss the Jedi as he teased his entrance with one, eliciting a whimper. Obi-Wan bucked against him as he slid it inside of him, gently, and clung to him a little as it sook out his prostate, which earned him a little more of a moan. His writhing against the Senator made the elder wonder if he really was the first to touch Obi-Wan this way, he didn't seem to be new to the idea... but the slight dissapointment was quickly erased by the need to have him for himself, then, and he inserted another finger, then another as Obi-Wan was ready, thrusting them in and out of him to ensure he would be ready to enjoy the rest.

The Jedi arched back in pleasure, moaning, his skin flushed, and, summoning what concentration he could, leant to pick up something from one of his boots. He pressed back against Bail when he had retrieved it, and opened the tube with one hand, pouring some of the oil into his other hand, to stroke the other man's length with. Bail wasn't about to ask why the Jedi had brought lubricant with him, he was aware that he'd planned to seduce him, and right now, he didn't have any motivation to argue.

Bail didn't want to take Obi-Wan in the position that they were in, that would be too much of abusing his power, almost, as much as he'd love for Obi-Wan to ride him. So he pushed him back against the cushion of the sofa, shifting to be on top of him, kissing his mouth softly as he positioned Obi-Wan's legs so that he'd have access. Obi-Wan kissed back, clinging to the Senator, his legs wrapping around him easily, allowing him where he wanted to be, and he clung even more tightly as Bail slid into him, gentle at first, and harder as he progressed.

Bail kissed almost reverently at his neck and face, loving how beautiful Obi-Wan was like this, his pale skin flushed, eyes a brilliant blue in passion, half-closed, watching Bail, his lips half-parted, occasionally tensing around a moan.. Bail thought it had to be against that code of theirs to look like that. He reached down to stroke him, in time with his thrusts, hard enough to be satisfying but not too fast. He didn't want to cut this short, not for anything.

Though they both lasted a good while, eventually Obi-Wan tensed up into Bail's hand and came against his chest, his fingers digging into the Senator's shoulders, his gasps triggering his own release, thoughtless and overpowering. He stared at the man beneath him, and once he had the presence of mind to, smoothed his braid down his shoulder, and kissed his lips gently.

When he pulled away, Obi-Wan was still smiling at him, and he seemed warm, still friendly, so he felt no guilt. He shifted off of him, "I assume you have to get back at some point?"

Obi-Wan looked sort of sheepish. "Yes. I wasn't supposed to leave, really, to begin with."

Bail laughed softly and stood, offering Obi-Wan a hand, and began to help him dress, assisting him where he thought he might be useful. "I could drive you home, if you like."

"It would be best if we weren't seen together, I think...” Obi-Wan did blush a little at that, though it didn't seem like he was terribly regretful about what they had just enjoyed, still.

"I suppose."

Obi-Wan headed for the door, clasping his belt, but turned to look at Bail when he spoke again.

"May I see you again, though? Once this issue is dropped, I mean, and it won't look so suspicious?"

Obi-Wan smiled faintly, enigmatically, a look he must have learned from his Master, and repeated the Senator's words to him.

"You have my word."