Star Nomad Cast (starnomadnpc) wrote in starnomad, @ 2015-10-11 23:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: jacen solo, character: lyric, date: [62.01], location: coruscant |
Who: Jacen Solo & Lyric
When: 62.01
Where: Solo apartments, Coruscant.
What: Pillow talk.
Rating: Low
Status: COMPLETE.
Jacen stretched, enjoying the feel of skin against silky, soft sheets and every muscle stretching before he let out his breath in a contented sigh and curled himself around the beautiful man laying next to him. "There should be a law against being so pretty," he teased gently, the admiration he felt for Lyric clear in his voice. They had left the others shortly after arriving and had been in Jacen's room surprisingly undisturbed for an hour? Two? Jacen had no idea at this point but it felt later even if it was impossible to tell from the dark night filled with the glitter of traffic lines exactly what time it was or how long they had been locked in his room. It had been long enough for Jacen to be absolutely content and relaxed in a bed that was probably three times the size of the bunks they had squeezed into together over the past few weeks. His warm brown eyes sought out Lyric's face and he gazed along the lines of defined cheekbones and dark curls framing it and eyes that held the expanse of the night sky. He could live like this forever, content to be seen by Lyric. He supposed eventually he would have to go be a Jedi, that he would want to even, but he wanted Lyric there every step of the way. It was a desire that had only strengthened since the last time they were in this bed together. A smile played across his lips and he lifted a hand, heavy with contentment, up to push curls back from Lyric's face. He dropped his hand to Lyric's lips and ran his finger gently across them. "You know," he added with soft amusement. "It's a pity that we have this deeply comfortable bed to sleep in and we're doing so little in the way of sleeping." "Is that a complaint?" Lyric smirked easily, pressing a kiss quick and soft against the finger on his lips. "Because I seem to remember you saying not to stop not that long ago." The bed was it's own small joy, bigger than any other Lyric had ever had the pleasure of in his life. But Lyric didn't really care about beds, in fact the small bunks were comfortable just in the fact that they were more familiar to him than the wide expanse of Jacen's room. Still this bed was the first place Jacen had been his, the first place that he had begun to realize just how much he wanted the man next to him. As simple as that sounded, it was important to Lyric in a way he couldn't quite put into words. Soft sheets and pillows had everything to do with Jacen and would have meant nothing without him sprawled among them. Tonight though Lyric felt awake, recovered from near death and with grief pushed aside for the feel of Jacen's skin under his hands. Leaning in, Lyric caught Jacen's lips, warm and affectionate as his hand ran along his back. There was really no telling when they'd ever see this place again, have at least the illusion of this much privacy. "If you want, I can let you fall asleep." he teased, lips still close enough to tease against his lover's. "Never stop," Jacen responded immediately, amused and warm even as he was caught up in the kiss and leaned into it. Yes he should sleep, but this was a treat and he could afford to have only a few hours of sleep probably. They had slept some on the Falcon after all and Jedi rejuvenation trances could do wonders. His hand found Lyric's chest and traced fingers down it gently. "This feels like home." It was the closest he could get to how a Lyric made him feel - like everything could be right again. One day there wouldn't be a war and he had this beautiful man and if he could hold onto him, if he could keep him, then Jacen would have something to look forward to in those moments: Long nights of quiet comfortable satisfaction. But there was a war, so nights like these would be rare enough, more likely stolen moments wherever they could find them. It was okay. There had been these nights. There had been the moments when he'd known he wanted Lyric to stay. That moment he had asked and Lyric had turned away. Jacen found Lyric's eyes with his own gaze and held them for a moment. "How close were you to staying the night of Anakin's birthday?" An honest smile slipped out and Lyric couldn't think of anyone in the galaxy who could be more beautiful than Jacen Solo. Lyric had no idea what home was supposed to feel like, but more than anything he had always wanted to find it. There had been Elix and with her he'd gotten to have a family, someone he loved and cared for who loved and cared in return. But Lyric had found Elix, she had needed him more than he needed her. With the man in his arms there had been a choice. Jacen had looked into his eyes and decided that this was where he wanted to be, that Lyric was worth giving his heart to. The question that followed was more though. Lyric remembered that night, the quiet desperation in soft brown eyes as they watched him get dressed. He remembered knowing that each time he kissed Jacen he was falling more into the unknown and losing himself in the process. It had been terrifying and Lyric had run like a coward. But he came back, drawn back without being able to stop himself. Lyric's fingers ran gently along Jacen's spine, a gentle reminder for Jacen to stay close as he looked back into his eyes. "I was scared to." His voice was soft, a sigh more than anything as he pulled back just enough to prop himself up on an arm and look down at Jacen. "I wasn't ready to stay." Jacen's gaze followed Lyric as he shifted and he kept his eyes locked on Lyric's face. The honesty - and Jacen had begun to count on that simple honesty. Perhaps he shouldn't have asked but the night had floated back to him and there had been something in Lyric's whole being that night that Jacen remembered. The answer didn't surprise him as he moved his hand over to rest gently over Lyric's heart. He was pretty certain that while there had been many others there had been no one else that he'd looked at the way he looked at Jacen. "I didn't want you to go," he said simply. His eyebrows raised slightly with honesty in his gaze as he looked up at Lyric. "I actually thought I might have chased you off forever," his lips pursed in a smirk. "I guess not." Lying was something Lyric was exceptionally good at. He lied as easily as he breathed and surviving in the Undercity had given him years of practice at thinking on his feet. Even lying to a lover was nothing new. But with Jacen everything was different. With Jacen it was never just sex, likely not even back to the first time Lyric had pushed him back into this bed and taken the virginity that Jacen had pointedly lied about. Instead with Jacen Lyric wasn't sure he was able to lie. There was no point, not when soft brown eyes seemed to look straight into his soul and see nothing but someone to love and cherish. "You did chase me down afterwards." Lyric pointed out, smiling as he reached out to tuck Jacen's hair behind his ear. His fingertips traced the curve of his ear, light as they trailed down to his jaw. "Sure it took you a few days but apparently you just had to give me a heart attack." Jacen smiled and there was mischief in his eyes as he did so. "You deserved it. Running off to the Undercity where you knew I'd have a hard time following you and just leaving me waiting here wondering what in the galaxy had happened between us and if I'd see you again ever. You completely deserved that heart attack." His arm drifted across Lyric's chest, shifting his own body closer to Lyric's as he could reach Lyric's spine and he could trail fingertips down it from top near to bottom. "You know I wasn't trying to scare you though," he said softly. "I didn't even think about you worrying that much about my well-being. All I knew is that you were worth hunting down even if you didn't want to see me again." "Somehow you still found me." A soft chuckle escaped him despite himself, the smile warm and natural on his face. He had been terrified for Jacen when he'd found him in the Undercity. He likely still would be. But that terror had been more than just Rikki asking him to watch after Jacen, it had been more than their nights together. "I still haven't figured out how you managed that. I've decided it was some weird Jedi thing." Lyric leaned in closer, wrapping his arms back around Jacen as his back arched up andpressing close to Jacen because there never seemed to be enough skin. Maybe they should sleep, the meeting tomorrow that Jacen wanted to drag him along on was important and Lyric would do anything to help Jacen. But right now he couldn't sleep. Resting his forehead gently against Jacen's, he sighed. "You know you saved my life." he admitted, soft and in awe of the man he was holding. Jacen shifted into Lyric's embrace and touch. It was warm and comforting and certain and Jacen felt safe there wrapped in Lyric's embrace. It had become a place that got him through pain and loss and the ache of war. It had become a place he could find strength in. He smiled. "It might have been. I mean, I was looking for you in the Force, but it's not like I knew you that well. But I knew what Anakin and Rikki had said about places they met you and Elix and thought it was worth starting there, you might be nearby. So between the two..." As he thought back to that night he remembered how little he'd really known about Lyric then. It had been acting on instinct and not something he'd ever done. He shook his head. "I hardly knew you, and I didn't know enough to know where you would be, but I wanted to know you." Jacen's hand found Lyric's hip and rested there gentle and snug. His lips sought out Lyric's lips and pressed a gentle kiss, lacking in any of their typical urgency, murmuring softly as he pulled back: "It was worth saving." That night was so clear in Lyric's mind, walking out of the cantina and just seeing Jacen. He had been aching for days in a way he couldn't describe and then everything he had wanted had been given to him in a haughty jedi package, standing out in the middle of the Undercity. How other people hadn't recognized him Lyric didn't know but he was beginning to believe that maybe Jacen shined just a little bit brighter to him than to the rest of the galaxy. He was a sun, blazing in Lyric's mind that he couldn't shut off and had no desire to. "You got your wish." It was a quiet admittance, but it was enough Lyric felt. Everything melted away at Jacen's lips, the world becoming nothing more than a soft hum when really he was barely aware of it to begin with. This kind of kiss was something unique to Jacen, one that didn't demand but instead gave only comfort and solace. "I only remember you." Lyric sighed, closing his eyes as the scattered memories of that mission fluttered behind his eyelids. "I knew that you would save me. I don't know if I've ever been that sure about anything before. But I was." Jacen had gotten his wish. The quiet boy whose touch gave away more than his words and whose eyes Jacen had wanted to drown in. Frantic tumbles had given way to quiet conversations - words keeping them linked despite nights when they couldn't touch each other - at the time it had felt like the worst thing in the world to not have that, to have only his own hands and the sound of Lyric's voice in his ear. But those conversations had pulled out pieces of himself, and pieces of Lyric that Jacen was self-aware enough to know might not have happened had they had the ability to avoid the words with touch. In the end those weeks had been blessings perhaps - certainly they had led to a deeper understanding of each other. He had begun to unwrap the package that was Lyric beyond the pretty face, strong arms, and lithe body. His fingers tightened against Lyric's hips, the memories of Myrkr floating back in despite himself. He had been not nearly so certain as Lyric. At times he'd been terrified he wouldn't be able to do it. He breathed out softly. "I have never fought so hard for anything." It was more or less true. He had fought for his mother's life, but it had not been with the intensity or the necessity that Lyric had required. "You see me," he added softly. "That belief, you-" Jacen fell quiet for a moment. Everything Lyric offered him was strength and this was too. "I wrapped the Force around you. It wasn't allowed to fail me. I love you, Lyric." "Of course I see you." Lyric opened his eyes and smiled gently as his fingertips traced the side of Jacens face. How anyone could miss Jacen was a mystery to him. And it was more than that initial attraction, a pretty face he didn't want to miss out on. But Jacen was kind, thoughtful, and braver than he ever seemed to give himself credit for. "You're stunning, people see you." All he could remember from Myrkr was Jacen's face pleading and determined above him. Everything else was numb, the rest of the Galaxy tunneled out to only the face of the man he loved who was desperate to do anything to save him. "You ordered me to stay alive." Lyric teased gently, leaning in to press a playful kiss against the tip of Jacens nose. "So how could I disobey when my princess have an order?" Jacen couldn't always be certain. People noticed his younger brother. Even older Jedi tended to give him respect simply by listening even when Jacen wasn't certain what Anakin was saying was so unique or special. Jaina was noticed from her piloting. She was a genius. Jacen... Was good with animals, but that tended to be more the constant source of either teasing or eye-rolling from his siblings and exasperation from his parents. He tried to listen to what his mother could say, to learn from her but he didn't always feel that it was anything that anyone noticed. When Lyric had looked at him, when he had reached out and focused on Jacen and just Jacen he had made him feel that he mattered. Not just the family name or the Jedi abilities, but Jacen's uncertainties and longings and desires were of import. And while Jacen would easily say that they didn't really - not in any galaxy defining sense - they did to Lyric and that meant it was all right for them to matter in moments to Jacen too. He didn't have to save the galaxy for Lyric to love him. He could just be Jacen. Jacen raised his eyes to gaze into Lyric's and a small smile crossed his lips. "I think you're biased, Lyric, but I love you for it." The smile widened a bit as he ran fingers along Lyric's face. He still had Lyric in his arms and with relatively few scrapes and scars additional considering how close he had come to dying. "I'm going to remember you can follow orders," he teased back. "So the next time you don't..." "And when have I not followed orders?" Lyric chuckled easily as he unconsciously leaned into Jacen's fingertips. How was he ever supposed to give this up? There was a war on and Jacen was going to be called into it just like the rest of his family. Lyric had watched how Anakin seemed to just be walking through life, a haze of grief upon him. If he lost Jacen, if Jacen was taken from him, would he survive? Maybe he would, for Elix's sake if nothing else, but more than anything he wished that somehow he was able to keep Jacen safe, that there wasn't the call to serve that he knew beat in his Jedi's heart. "The way I remember it." Lyric's hand trailed down to Jacen's shoulder, pushing him lightly to guide him onto his back. His hair pressed against the pillows and that beautiful smile lighting up his face Lyric couldn't think of a sight more spectacular. "You seem to have trouble with commands. Especially the one stay." Jacen just grinned up at Lyric, his eyes on the face above him. It was a beautiful face, with eyes full of kindness and warmth that Jacen couldn't help but thrill in knowing that was mostly directed at him. "I'm staying," he said amused at Lyric's look. It was the sort of look that promised passion and comfort and not much in the way of sleep... which Jacen could live with. "Besides, you're the one who seduced me when I didn't follow orders to stay up here, so you can only blame yourself for my bad habits." He reached a hand up to push back Lyric's hair from his face. Jacen wondered if Lyric knew just how he pulled Jacen in and how he had from the first time he'd raised his eyebrows at him. Jacen had been pulled in despite himself. And now he had this man, this beautiful man, who believed in him, who trusted him, and who was willing to give himself to Jacen, and along the way to others. "You all right with tomorrow?" He asked softly, his gaze steady on Lyric's face. "I seduced you?" Lyric's eyebrows raised as he looked down at Jacen with a smirk growing. All he had to do was to reach out and take Jacen right now. He could fall into Jacen and words wouldn't matter anymore as they held off sleep even longer. Maybe it wasn't the smartest course of action but just how was he supposed to say no to the look in Jacen's eyes? "I seem to remember yelling at you and then somehow I ended up with you in my lap and it just went on from there." His face tilted, pressing a soft and affectionate kiss against Jacen's wrist as it passed. He really had no idea how to say no to this man and it might be the end of him. But it would be a beautiful end, one where he was loved throughout it. But then tomorrow came up instead of Jacen simply leaning up to catch him in a kiss. Sighing softly, he let himself fall aside onto his back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Reaching out he sought Jacen's hand, tangling their fingers together once he found it. "Your meeting with the politicians?" he asked, lifting their hands up to look at how perfectly they seemed to fit together. "You know how much I like politics." "I know," Jacen said quietly, his eyes still full of warmth and affection as he looked at Lyric. He could tease, and he would tease again before the evening was out, but there was an entire morning that would bring things that Jacen knew were new to Lyric. Jacen had asked his mother first, knowing that she would have the best instinct as to whether it was a good idea or not, but Jacen had watched his Father in meetings with politicians and military generals, he'd watched Lyric sit and bargain with locals and smugglers to get things for the Jedi, and Jacen's instinct said that even if Lyric hadn't grown up around senators and elected officials, that he had the potential to offer something to the conversation, and that even if he didn't add it - that it wasn't a bad way for him to spend his morning. Because he was Jacen's now in so many ways. And that was going to inevitably mean some of this. It was just part of who he was. It was Jacen's turn to prop himself up on his elbow, leaving their hands linked together snuggly where they fit against each other so well. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't think you could bring something to the conversation," he said. "You've been with us all of this time, you've sat in on the planning meetings... I don't know that you'll need to say anything - I don't know how it will go... Fey'lya is unpredictable these days," Jacen frowned a little. It was difficult to know how much his mother had given of herself into building the New Republic, and how little respect seemed to be shown her for that effort. "You don't have to. If you'd rather not, I'm sure Anakin and my Dad could use you, or if you want to - " Jacen hesitated not really sure how to say, if you want to go home, because there wasn't really a home in the Undercity for Lyric to go to. "If you'd like some free time, you could. We've got comlinks after all, I won't have to come hunt you down with stealthy Jedi abilities this time around." Lyric looked up at Jacen, marveling for a moment just how in a few months really they had come to this. Even as he was starting to settle in the luxury of the private chats of the bedroom with Jacen there were moments were he was simply blown away, in awe that he not just had this man but was trusted, sought after for his own words on a matter that jacen might deem important. Lyric wasn't anyone, he wasn't any more special than any number of people in the Galaxy. But somehow Jacen saw something, wanted more from lyric than anyone had ever really shown interest in outside of Rikki. "If you want me there, I'll be there." Lyric smiled easily and leaned up, catching Jacen in another warm kiss. He could spend days just kissing Jacen really if they were ever allowed that. Somehow he didn't think even then they would make it days with just kissing but it was a fleeting romantic sentiment. "All you ever have to do is ask." Lyric's statement felt so simple, but Jacen felt as if he were being offered the galaxy. He had asked Lyric to come with him, across the galaxy to leave Coruscant and everything he knew behind, and Lyric had agreed. And now they were back on Coruscant in soft pillows and warm down comforters and once again he was asking Lyric to step outside of his comfort zone and once again Lyric was saying yes. "I don't know what I've done to deserve you," he said softly. "But I don't want to ever let you down." Jacen had felt so many times that he had let someone down, his brother, his parents, Rikki even, and he never wanted to see disappointment in Lyric's eyes - not from him. He reached a hand up to cup Lyric's jawline. This beautiful man whom he had never imagined he would have for keep was right here in his bed and in his arms. "You give me so much, Lyric." There were many things that lyric loved about Jacen, many. But he really did not understand how this wonderful man seemed to take the smallest things and turn them into the entire galaxy on his shoulders. "You're an idiot, Jacen." Lyric chuckled easily, slipping an arm around his side and pulling them both back down into the sheets that were impossibly soft. "You do know that you're human, right?" Lyric pressed their foreheads together gently. "I know you Jedi have these delusions of greatness but you're not perfect." He didn't understand why jacen felt the need to get everything right. The Galaxy wasn't a place a perfection and everyone in it was broken in some way. How Jacen seemed to think Lyric wasn't, to think he was worth anything at all, he didn't always understand. Lyric had made more mistakes than Jacen would ever know. "But we'll get through it. That's what this is, right?" Perhaps Jacen should have been irritated at the call-out, but it was impossible to be irritated while wrapped in soft sheets with the warmth of Lyric's skin against his. Maybe Lyric didn't understand just how much the galaxy could suffer if a Jedi Knight fell. Maybe he didn't realize it wasn't so much a delusion of greatness, as it was a recognition that there was so much responsibility in the ability and the title that Jacen held. Or maybe he did. It wasn't as if Lyric were unaware of Jacen's fears. And so Jacen fell into the embrace, and into Lyric's belief that whatever mistakes he might make, there would always be the ability to walk out of it still standing. That Jacen could not cause so much darkness that the galaxy would be worse for him having been in it. That mistakes could be made and recovered from without the galaxy falling with him. Lyric's belief held him up and made the darkness of this war seem like something they would walk through and come out standing. It made Jacen believe that this could be the truth, more than he'd ever been able to do so before. That was Lyric's gift to Jacen, and it had been from the beginning: a simultaneous acknowledgement of Jacen's worries right along side the lift that he would get through this -- That they would. Jacen's hands found Lyric's waistline and he rest them gently there, pulling the two of them closer to each other. the moment could shift to passion and desire easily, but right now Jacen was just grateful for the comfort of this touch. "Yeah." That single word held his heart laid bare with vulnerability before this man who had offered him more strength than Lyric would ever know. Jacen moved to find Lyric's lips to press against them with a kiss. This was the two of them together. They would get through it. |