Talent

by RavenD (ravendreams@earthlink.net)

Archive: master_apprentice

Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/

Category: PWP, non-Q/O

Series: No

Rating: NC-17

Warnings None

Spoilers: none

Summary: Obi-Wan wakes Bruck up from a dream

Feedback: Waited for with bated breath.

Disclaimers: Lucas owns it all. I don't have enough money to pay attention.

Hot.

Wet.

Was he swimming? Bathing? Bruck sighed, frowning at the tall yellow flower babbling beside him.

Dreaming. He was dreaming. He *had* to be dreaming. Yellow petals nodded and brushed against his nipples. So hot, his hips had to move, needed to thrust. He needed to move, but he couldn't. Kenobi's weight rested full upon his thighs, Obi-Wan's braid tickling his...

"Obi-Wan?" He yanked the blanket away with a gasp.

Bright eyes sparkled up at him. Obi-Wan smiled around his cock, swallowing against the flesh before releasing it with a terribly enthusiastic *pop*.

"O...Obi-Wan? What?" Bruck was still muddled, still half-expecting a talking rancor or a growling carnivorous vegetable to appear where Obi-Wan was crouching. Suddenly the concept of having a morning person as a sometimes friend, oft time sexual acrobatics partner took on a new dimension.

"Chun, if you don't know what I'm doing, then I'm doing something wrong." Obi-Wan was grinning, lapping slowly along the flared head of Bruck's cock, pink tongue flicking at the slit.

Bruck groaned and let his head fall back. "You're doing f... fine."

Warm hands cupped his balls and he groaned. Obi-Wan's laughter brushed against his erection, sending little sparks of sensation through him. "Glad to hear it. I was sleeping, you know? Woke up to you rubbing off against me. Figured you wouldn't mind."

A long lick, hot and wet. "You don't mind, do you, Chun?"

Bruck propped himself up with a growl. "If you don't put that mouth of yours to good use, Kenobi, I'm not letting you crash here again."

A flicker of Force snapped sharp against his ass and Bruck yelped. "Right. Who else will fuck you against the wall of the training room? Give you a hand job during a council meeting? Suck your cock in Yoda's private gardens? I'm the most fun you've had since you got away with shaving all the wee wookiees in the creche."

"Kenobi. Shut up and suck." Bruck grabbed Obi-Wan's head in his hands, groaning as that grinning mouth swallowed him whole.

Obi-Wan had a point. Not only was he willing to do anything, anywhere, he could do things with his tongue that were illegal in twelve systems and would quite possibly make natives of Malastaire blind.

Heat moved over him, wet, sliding, sucking -- by the Force, this was the way to wake up! Hard and buried within a willing throat.

Bruck thrust, letting Obi-Wan slowly melt his brains and bones and other body parts that he was sure he learned about in humanoid biology but were not remarkably important. "Fuck, but you're good at this."

Obi-Wan muttered something that could have been either "no shit" or "everybody's got a talent".

Bruck intended to ask Obi-Wan to clarify, but his attention was captured by the finger sliding within his body, encouraging his increasingly frantic movements. He filed the question away for future processing.

Obi-Wan stroked him, pushing his arousal with every deep, slow stroke. Head bobbing, Obi-Wan took him in deep, opening his throat and swallowing before backing off to nibble at the head of his cock.

Bruck had almost decided to just kill Kenobi and get the torture over with when, with a low hum and a hard swallow, Obi-Wan did his impersonation of an industrial strength vacuum pump. He came with a deep, long cry, pouring himself down Obi-Wan's throat. His legs were rubber, breath coming in quick pants, eyes rolled back.

Bruck hadn't quite recovered the ability of speech when his master burst into the room, all unkempt and sleep-wrinkled. "Padawan?"

Obi-Wan looked over from where he was curled up beside Bruck on the bed, both of them decently covered. "I think he just had a nightmare, Master. Too much spicy food before bed."

Bruck blinked. Obi-Wan's fingers pinched his shrinking but still incredibly sensitized penis. He nodded with a yelp. "Nightmare. Sorry. I'm fine."

"You're sure?"

"Yes. Sorry. Be out in a bit."

His heart started beating again when his bedroom door slid shut.

Obi-Wan looked over and winked, licking a drop of come from his lips. "You can certainly think on your feet, Chun."

Bruck growled and rolled over on top of Obi-Wan. "What do you expect? Sucking my cock right off my body?" He dropped a long, hot, grateful kiss upon his lover's lips, enjoying their shared taste.

Thrusting up against Bruck with a grin, Obi-Wan shrugged. "Everybody's got a talent."

End.