Category: some humour, some angst -I'm not sure what category
to give it
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Pairing: O/Bruck, Q/O
Spoilers: none
Summary: Obi-Wan comes home to the temple
Feedback is always a treat
Disclaimers: Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm
Notes: An answer to Master Ruth's challenge -how come it's the
challenges that I think I'm not going to answer that I always
do? It started out as a silly piece and warped on me.
Obi-Wan slid into a free seat among a group of agemates,
sliding his tray onto the table in front of him. Returning the
greetings of the other padawans and contemplating his plate of
galik soup and peni pudding -simple, plain and filling food -
Obi-Wan couldn't help but be delighted at being back at the
temple.
"Oh, they've restocked the peni pudding," exclaimed Bant as she
got up and headed toward the food dispensers.
"Get me some too," Bruck called out before turning his
attention back to the table and rubbing his hands over his
short white hair. "Silna says my cum tastes good when I eat
peni pud. She can suck dick like a nori."
The padawans groaned and one flung a napkin at Bruck. "If you
did even half the things you brag about you would be an
exhausted heap," said Bant as she plonked a bowl of pudding in
front of the older padawan and slid into the empty seat next to
him.
"At least it doesn't look like cum," said Belvin with a mock
grimace. "Have any of you ever had rancor stew? It's a delicacy
on Malistaare."
Obi-Wan dug hungrily into his food, enjoying the teasing banter
that flowed around him. He'd missed this, missed the feeling of
home and family that came with temple life. It was a relief to
be in a place where he didn't have to guard every word and
action, where the food was familiar and didn't resemble bodily
fluids of one sort or another.
He was just digging into the sweet, purple pudding when the
conversation at his table fell into a lull at the same time the
soft buzz of conversation at the other tables faded into
silence. In the rare quiet of the large dinning hall, one voice
rang out clearly for all to hear.
"Equipment enlarger I need not. Zabrakian anal stimulator I
ordered, Zabrakian anal stimulator I want."
Shocked silence filled the hall for several seconds, broken
only when Master Yoda's gravelly voice rang out once more.
"Wrong item from Black Box Mail Order have none of you ever
received?"
Silence broken, the buzz of voices grew loud once more. Teli
shuddered theatrically. "Well that was more than *I* wanted to
know about Master Yoda."
"You think that's bad?" asked Bruck. "I had chamber duty last
rotation and when I felt a strange surge in the Force I went to
investigate -do you know what I found? Master Yaddle was on top
of Master Yoda -the were both naked and she was about to take
his-"
"Bruck!" Six voices shouted out together and the padawan in
question looked around, shrugging his shoulders. "What?"
Several padawans pushed away their trays.
"There's an image I could have lived without," complained Bant.
"Hey, calimarian sex isn't much better," suggested Bruck, "all
those tentacles and cold jelly-like excretions."
"Like you humans have the market cornered on elegant sex," shot
back Bant. "You males especially with your growing members and
messy ejaculations."
Obi-Wan shook his head and finished his pudding, refusing to
let even the image of Masters Yoda and Yaddle and the Zabrakian
anal stimulator ruin his first decent meal in months.
Desert finished, he drank two cups of the temple's special
blend, adding a comment or two to the lively conversation
flowing around him.
With a final smile, he left his agemates, heading back to the
quarters he shared with his master.
"Kenobi."
Turning, Obi-Wan saw Bruck walking quickly to catch up with
him.
"Chun," he said, inclining his head toward the boy. Bruck
caught up with him and the two turned a corner together,
heading for the residence hall.
"It's been awhile since we've seen you around here," said
Bruck. Obi-Wan shrugged, feeling the tension between them. He
berated himself. Their ill-advised rivalry was long ago, surely
they had both grown out of such childish competition. He tried
to let the tension go, but could feel it still, setting him on
edge.
"Does the peni pudding really make your cum sweet?" Obi-Wan
asked, blurting out the first thing that came to mind. He felt
his face grow red.
"You could always check for yourself," suggested Bruck, and
Obi-Wan could feel the heat increase in his cheeks. Bruck took
his arm and stopped them, turning Obi-Wan until they were
facing each other. Obi-Wan's eyes stayed glued to Bruck's as he
was walked backward. Bruck didn't stop until Obi-Wan's back hit
the wall behind him.
Only marginally taller than Obi-Wan, Brucks body fit perfectly
against his own. Obi-Wan felt as if he were watching someone
else tilt his head and part his lips, begging mutely for
Bruck's kiss. Bruck tilted his own head as he pressed his body
tighter against Obi-Wan.
When Bruck's lips met his own, Obi-Wan felt as though he was
slammed back into his own body, the feeling of detachment
rushing away and leaving the stark reality of Bruck's mouth
covering his own in its wake.
Bruck's lips were hot and sure and Obi-Wan opened his mouth
further under the insistent pressure of Bruck's tongue. The
tension exploded within him, coiling around his belly and
settling in his groin, hardening his penis. Not anger or
rivalry at all, but desire, lust for the other boy.
Obi-Wan broke the kiss and pushed Bruck away, his lust and his
shock at its presence warring for dominance within him. Bruck
read his expression and the boy's brittle eyes gentled as he
brought a hand up to gently cup Obi-Wan's cheek.
"You always were so innocent," Bruck whispered, leaning back in
to take another kiss from Obi-Wan. This one was gentle, his
tongue moving like a ghost within Obi-Wan's mouth. Bruck
stepped back again and dropped his hand. A sad, eloquent shrug
and he turned away, only to be stayed by Obi-Wan's hand on his
arm. Bruck looked up at him and Obi-Wan could read the hope and
vulnerability there.
"Come back to my quarters?" Obi-Wan asked softly. Bruck nodded
and the two boys made their way quickly through the halls.
Qui-Gon let himself into his quarters, biting back his tired
sigh. It was always nice to come back to the temple, but
meetings with the Senate were far more tiring than the
hazardous missions that often filled his and Obi-Wan's days. He
stopped with a quiet grunt, musing cut short at the sight that
greeted him. Asleep on the couch, bodies obviously twined
together beneath a thin blanket, were Obi-Wan and another
padawan. Both sleeping and both quite naked beneath the cover.
It did not take much imagination to guess how they had spent
their evening. He felt the tug of desire and a jab of jealousy
as he saw two braids, one white and one golden red, twisted
together on Obi-Wan's shoulder. He was more than familiar with
the sated look upon his sleeping padawan's face -they had
shared this intimacy between themselves often. He fought the
urge to rip the interloping padawan from Obi-Wan's arms.
He had no right. The best he could hope for was a threesome,
but the thought of sharing -of seeing someone else's hands on
his Obi-Wan's body was anathema to him.
So instead, he walked sedately to his room, his wish that Jedi
handled love and sex differently not visible on his face. It
promised to be a long night of meditations, though he doubted
it would change his feelings.
Changeable eyes trailed him as he went, the light green growing
into dark blue.
Obi-Wan sighed as his master's door clicked softly closed
behind him. Where has his master been so late in the evening?
He shook the thought from his mind -jealousy was of the
darkside and he hadn't exactly spent the evening alone himself.
Nonetheless, he would be happy to be away from the temple once
again, sharing a mission with his master, the two of them
counting on each other for defence, for companionship, for
love. Peni pudding notwithstanding, it seemed he preferred the
temple in small doses.
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