There's Something About You

There’s Something About You.

Anakin piloted the speeder erratically through the congested lanes of Coruscant, swerving violently from left to right. The bright neon lights of the night time, planet-sized city seemed to almost streak past, like stars in hyperspace.

Thrusting upwards to avoid yet another collision, Anakin shifted uncomfortably in his seat. If he had any idea what it was that set him off, he could probably exercise some measure of control during public functions. But oh no. Now he was incredibly turned on, bursting out of his pants and it was all over something Obi-Wan had done. A certain expression maybe, a gesture perceived only by his lewd over-worked mind? Force knows what it was. All he wanted to do now was take his Master back home. Ravage every inch of succulent pale flesh and spill himself inside Obi-Wan screaming out his name.

“Sith Anakin! Could you please slow down?” Obi-Wan shouted, pitching his voice over the noise of the traffic.

“Sorry, Master,” Anakin replied. He turned to face Obi-Wan, arching up his eyebrows. There was a feral glint in his eyes as licked his lips and he gestured down with a nod of his head “It’s just I have a little…er…well… I have a problem.”

“Eyes forward! Otherwise it won’t be a problem anymore.”

“Yes, Master.” Anakin sighed, tearing his eyes from Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan chucked and shook his head. “Twice today and still you want more of me.”

“Well… there’s something about you that gets me really….hot.” Anakin snuck a peek out of the corner of his eye. The Force could guide the speeder. No way was he going to miss that sexy embarrassed Obi-Wan look. “Can’t you do anything?”

“What would you have me do in the middle of the skyway, Anakin?”

Anakin smirked as the image flashed in his mind…Obi-Wan bending over him…licking, sucking. He felt his cock twitch at the thought and moaned as the pressure increased inside his pants. Such inciting fantasies were not helping his current predicament. “I dunno, use your imagination.”

“And distract you from your flying? We’ll end up being splattered across the side of a building.”

“At least I’d die happy. And let’s not forget I was a champion podracer at the age of nine. I know what I’m doing.”

Obi-Wan stoked his beard in thought. Considering his available options, and ever-present modesty he reasoned there was only one thing he could do that wouldn’t draw obvious attention. Besides, he was very good at being sneaky. He leaned over and began to unravel the tie on Anakin‘s pants.

Anakin groaned when Obi-Wan wrapped his fingers around his aching length. Instinctively, he closed his eyes, arcing into the blessed touch.

“Eyes open! Otherwise I’ll stop.” Obi-Wan cautioned.

“Stop and I’ll kill you.” Anakin panted. His brow furrowed as he fought to keep his eyes open and as the unbelievable friction increased it sent sparks flying throughout his body. He moaned impulsively, sucking in the rushing air through his clenched teeth.

This reaction, together with the arousing feelings flowing through his and Anakin’s Force bond sent blood rushing to Obi-Wan’s groin. He swallowed hard, tightening his grip around Anakin’s cock as he felt himself harden. “Anakin?”

“Urggh?” Came the incoherent response.

“Speed up!”


Running through the Temple corridors, Anakin led Obi-Wan by the hand. Thankfully, it was late at night, neither of them would have to explain their blatant disregard for the rules. Besides soon enough there would be flagrant breaking of the rules mixed by moans and gasps of pleasure. Why worry about one when they had every intention of breaking another…

Tearing around the corner towards the turbo lift, Anakin’s Force pushed the button to call the elevator down. “I hope this doesn’t take too long,” he panted, trying to catch his breath. “I don’t think I can hold out much longer.” Lust and desperation had crept into every fibre of his being and he began to sway gently, alternating his weight from one foot to the other.

“Think master Yoda, Anakin.”

“That would make me go limp for a week.”

“Then forget I said anything.” Obi-Wan replied.

The elevator doors opened.

“Thank the Force,” Anakin said as he stepped inside. He pressed his back up against the wall and urged Obi-Wan to follow. “Come on,” he growled as the elder Jedi began to fumble with the control panel. As soon as the doors closed, Anakin pulled Obi-Wan into a fierce kiss.

Obi-Wan responded just as fervently, swirling his tongue hungrily around Anakin‘s, sucking it in short bursts. He rocked his hips against Anakin’s body, moaning into the younger Jedi’s mouth when his straining cock came into contact with Anakin’s upper thigh.

Anakin felt as though his whole body was on fire. He began to grind his hips in rhythm to Obi-Wan‘s movements. The friction it created produced a feral growl that tore low from his throat. He pulled at Obi-Wan’s tunic ripping it open in his haste. The action resulted in an equally loud growl from his lover and when Obi-Wan’s hand once again slipped into his pants, Anakin threw his head back in ecstasy.

As Obi-Wan pumped him furiously, Anakin felt himself begin to climax. He was all too aware however that the elevator was approaching the desired floor. With the help of the Force, Anakin managed to press the emergency stop button.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan mumbled, running his tongue over a particularly sensitive area on Anakin’s neck. “That is for emergencies only”

“This…is…ah…a…fucking… emer…emergency,” Anakin panted in reply. Now he was in no danger of being interrupted, he gave himself over to Obi-Wan’s ministrations. After a few more forceful tugs on his achingly hard cock, Anakin came, panting out Obi-Wan’s name as his seed spattered across his lover’s hand.

Obi-Wan gazed at his hand and then looked around the elevator. Shrugging his shoulders he brought his hand up to his mouth and began to slowly lick it clean.

The sight sparked a new fire of lust within Anakin and he lunged forward, grabbing Obi-Wan roughly by his tunic. He swiftly reversed their positions so that Obi-Wan was now pressed up against the wall. Anakin crushed his lips against his lover’s and found with an erotic pleasure that he could taste himself. He groaned in response, sucking hard on Obi-Wan’s tongue.

Anakin broke away from the searing kiss and began trailing his tongue down the side of Obi-Wan’s neck. He ran his hands swiftly over Obi-Wan’s exposed chest before lowering his hand to cup his lover’s erection through his pants. Anakin kissed his way down Obi-Wan’s chest stopping briefly to run his tongue over a darkened raised nipple. His hand meanwhile, began to roughly rub Obi-Wan’s cock. The fabric between Anakin’s hand and Obi-Wan‘s burning erection creating a frustrating barrier. Taking pity on his lover he tore down Obi-Wan’s pants, releasing his straining erection from its confines.

Obi-Wan purred with desire, moaning incoherently as Anakin began to stoke his length languorously. He thrust hard into Anakin’s hand as a desperate urge to increase the pace took over him.

“Patience my Master. All good things come in time.” Anakin murmured, swirling his tongue around the inside of Obi-Wan’s navel.

Anakin carried on working down his Master’s stomach, licking and nibbling the flesh on Obi-Wan’s lower belly, before running his tongue down the trail of hairs that led to Obi-Wan‘s groin.

Obi-Wan could hardly contain a growl when Anakin’s tongue ran down and then up the underside of his cock. Anakin then turned his attentions to the head, flicking his tongue over the moistened slit, before taking the entire length deep into his mouth.

With his head thrown back Obi-Wan moaned, writhing against the cool durasteel
of the elevator wall. As his knees began to tremble, he grasped at Anakin’s shoulders in order to steady himself. He all but screamed when he felt a moist finger probe at his entrance, the sensation heightened by the unbelievably talented things Anakin was doing with his tongue.

Sensing that his lover was near orgasm, Anakin began to suck harder, pushing his fingers deeper inside Obi-Wan. A slight nudge at his prostate sent Obi-Wan spiraling out of control. Anakin felt Obi-Wan’s body shudder above him and with a feral growl, Obi-Wan came in short rapid bursts. Anakin swallowed willingly, licking his lips lasciviously
when he pulled away.

Obi-Wan released the grip he had on Anakin’s shoulders and let himself slide languorously down the wall into his lover’s waiting embrace. Totally spent, he snuggled into the crook of Anakin’s shoulder and closed his eyes focusing on his breathing as it slowly returned to a normal rhythm.

After a while both men rose to their feet and straightened themselves up. Anakin released the emergency button and as the door opened a few moments later, a look of horror crossed his face.

Standing tall and looking as stern as ever was Mace Windu.

“Master Kenobi, Skywalker,” he fumed.

“M-Master Windu.” Obi-Wan nodded, bowing respectfully.

“Is there a problem with the elevator?”


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