Jarkai Fiction and Graphics (jarkai) wrote in starwars_fic, @ 2007-06-11 17:18:00 |
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Lullaby (Anakin/Obi-Wan, 805 Words)
Title: Lullaby (Anakin/Obi-Wan)
Authors: jarkai
Beta: Legoland on LJ
Word Count: 805
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: In this short tale, action figures borrowed from George Lucas are put in compromising positions during the late Clone Wars.
I stomped my way into the canvas tent. Mud clung to my boots. Not just any mud, but the thickest and smelliest type that sticks to anything it touches. Currently every nook and cranny of my body was caked with the stuff, from heels to hood.
If it wasn't bad enough that I was stuck on this Force-forsaken planet, I had to share a tent, too. Granted, I got to share it with Obi-Wan, but I also had to share it with the six highest ranking clones assigned to our squadron as well. Privacy was an issue.
I sat on my cot, feeling every wooden slat beneath the mattress, and began picking my laces apart. Opposite me, Obi-Wan sat just as heavily on his bed.
"I'm not even bothering," he muttered, jerking his bearded chin at his own boots. He was in need of a trim, and a dirty as I. "Yesterday I could only get one off."
I waved bare toes in his direction, smirking. "I thought you said that mud was no big deal."
Obi-Wan bent, taking hold of his laces. After a burst of Force, he looked up at me again, feet free, but face red beneath the mud. He wriggled his toes in his dirty socks, then ripped those off as well. "Do you remember everything I say?"
"Only the things that further my cause." Still grinning, I stretched out. His responding scowl showed me I'd pushed things too far.
"I was kidding," I said, my tone gentler this time. "Why don't you sleep? You can have my blanket."
"Fine." Obi-Wan caught the blanket I tossed to him. He nodded sharply in thanks and spread the blanket out, trying to tuck it around himself.
I frowned at his wet, shivering feet. Obi-Wan hated to have cold feet, especially in bed. The fact I knew that about him probably says more about our relationship than anything else.
"You need some help with that?" I asked, quiet.
"No," Obi-Wan snapped again, finally flipping to face the tent wall. He grumbled into his pillow. "I won't be able to sleep, too many people..." He grumbled softly to himself.
Careful to avoid the puddles, I made my way as silently as I could to Obi-Wan's cot and slipped into it.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan huffed, shoving backwards. "You're filthy! Get off!"
"Oh, I plan to." Laughing softly, I pressed myself to his back. Heat grew between us at once, followed quickly by hardness. I rocked my hips, clutching Obi-Wan tighter.
He nearly squeaked. "They'll hear us!"
"Not if you be quiet," I whispered directly into his ear. I bent my head and nibbled just behind it, tasting his own subtle tang despite all else.
Obi-Wan arched hard in response, exposing even more of his neck. I bit him this time, just as an animal would have, and he ground back against me. With the faintest of whimpers, he reached for my hand and placed it over the cock already straining against his zipper.
"You must like that people could catch us," I breathed, the words barely audible, and continued thrusting against his ass.
Obi-Wan flung back his head, his mouth wide, but no sound emerged. He trembled, perfectly silent, for a long moment before nodding silently.
"Very good." I grinned and stroked up and down the zipper of his pants. As if he couldn't move fast enough, he tore it open and shoved my hand inside.
"I see." I pulled my hand back long enough to cover the palm with spit, then took hold of him again. Still dressed, my own hips found a quick and matching rhythm. It had to be fast; the comment about being caught wasn't a joke, and we both knew it. Maybe the idea did turn Obi-Wan on. Face pressed to the pillow to muffle his noises, his hips moved back eagerly against mine, faster and faster.
I pounded harder, panting in his ear. His cock had thickened in my grasp, weeping. He was close and I wanted to make sure that he went over before me. I slicked my thumb and ran it over the spot Obi-Wan loves touched so much, right below the head, moving in quick circles that left him twitching.
"That's it," I whispered, and felt him tremble. "Such a good fuck, wanting everyone to watch you..."
Obi-Wan moaned. Heat spilled down my fingers, and I quickly followed him over the edge. I nearly laughed again, half-collapsing against him. There couldn't be a better reason than this to finally break down and bring out my last pair of clean pants. Though I would always have a fond smile for these ones.
I kissed Obi-Wan's shoulder tenderly, rubbing my cheek on the spot my mouth had touched. After a moment, I pulled my hand free from his fatigues. "Think you can sleep now?"
He was already snoring.