Naked (Star Wars, Obi and Ani, 1,063 Words) Fandom: Star Wars Title: Naked (1,063 Words) Author:jarkai_fic on LJ/jarkai everywhere else Theme(s): (For 30_somethings on Insanejournal, Nights: #19 Skin) Pairing/Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker Rating: NC-17, for slash. Disclaimer/claimer: Characters owned by George Lucas. Critiques: Yes. Summary: We won't lie, dear readers. It's a PWP.
I'd tried following him to the bar that night, but if one thing can be said about Obi-Wan Kenobi it's this: he can be a sneaky little bugger when he wants to be. He lost me while still in the Temple. Not that I was going to insist he invite me or anything. I just wanted to know what could drag him away from a book three nights in a row. Yeah. Three nights in a row. Bastard.
I spent the rest of the night in my robotics lab, making modifications to R2 that were probably illegal in two of the four quadrants, but bits of wire could only amuse me so long. Later, when I just happened to be lingering in the shadows outside our door... er.
Let me rephrase that.
Later, when I was dragging my feet back to our shared quarters, a loud burst of laughter made me lift my head. I peeked around the corner only to see Obi-Wan molesting a large potted plant. Or maybe he was trying to upright it, and not having much luck. I didn't really care, honestly. What caught my attention was the giggling.
"Please," Obi-Wan slurred, and clumsily patted the plant's leaves again, "you won't tell anyone about this, will you, Madam?"
With a wave of my hand, the plant was back in its pot again.
Obi-Wan stood on shaky legs. "How'd that..."
Finally. Screwing up my courage, I snuck up behind Obi-Wan, grabbing him by the shoulders, and pressed him hard against the wall. He made a surprised noise, sort of like Padme had the first time I'd goosed her, but didn't really struggle. This was encouraging. He even smiled at me. And then he burped. His breath could have knocked over a bantha.
I waved the stink away and crooked a smile back at him. "How come you never invite me along?"
"Uh, Padawan, can you..." He gestured sloppily, not bothering to answer,
"Not your Padawan anymore," I answered, refusing to back off. "And, no, I don't think so."
"I know there's something in the Code about passion..." He pushed backward, trying to escape through the wall.
"Who said anything about passion?" Very slowly I ground my hips against his. Electricity shot through my groin. I stiffened against his hip, and Obi-Wan gasped, feeling me for the first time. Just for fun I did it again. Our cocks met through fabric, and he moaned loudly. At the sound, my mouth went dry. I suddenly didn't feel like laughing. He was as hard as I was.
My hands slid down his sides, seeking skin. I jerked at his tunic and leggings. Stupid, stupid ties--I could never get them undone on the best of days. Frustrated, I just ripped them apart.
"Anakin," he breathed, one hand braced weakly against my shoulder. His head fell back against the wall. Something in his face had changed; he didn't seem nearly so drunk anymore.
Skin met skin at last. I stared down at him for a moment, amazed, then spit on my hand and took us both in my grip. The groans came in unison. At first it was just awkward hip twitches, but soon enough the pace steadied, my foreskin slipping up and down deliciously. Wet noises grew between us. Soft thrusts matched the kisses I placed on Obi-Wan's neck. He panted against me, the hand on my shoulder tightening, but pulled me no closer.
I broke off, sucking in air. I didn't want to take anything without permission, not truly. "You really don't want me to stop, do you? Tell me you want me."
His brow creased. He bit deeply into his lower lip.
"You can get away, you know," I said, making sure my arms no longer trapped him. My thrusts never stopped.
"Don't... want..." His eyes screwed shut. For an instant, he quivered, motionless, and then all at once he was rocking feverishly, both of his hands locked on my shoulders, jerking me against him.
I flipped him around and yanked his pants down to his ankles. One bearded cheek met the wall even as I slipped my fingers between the other set. He nodded and thrust his hips back against mine. It was all the permission I needed. I lifted him slightly off the ground and set my weight against him. Again, more fumbling: I spat and spat again, spreading the wetness all over me. I teased those the lovely cheeks with the head of my cock as long as I could stand, then thrust inside him all the way to the hilt.
Obi-Wan winced, teeth clenched. I pulled back, but he shot out a hand, clamping it around my wrist. Stiffly, he began to work his hips again. He laughed faintly, making no attempt to hide the pain.
My eyelids fluttered. The tightness, the heat--I was nearly undone. I refused to move. "I should have--"
"Next time," he growled, grinding now. "It'll hurt in the morning either way."
That was all it took. It didn't matter that we were in a Temple hallway. I dragged him against me, fucking hard and fast, deeply in and out. Kisses on his shoulders led to nips, then to bites. He clutched at the wall, tightening around me.
Obi-Wan threw back his head, all growling gone. Instead he whimpered high and soft, trembling with the effort of holding back. I readied myself for the clench, swelling at the thought. He arched backwards against me when it happened, a fist pressed to his mouth. Grunting, I pounded him all the way through it, spurting inside him moments after he was done. He shuddered at the splash of heat.
"Master," I murmured. A droplet of sweat slid down the back of his neck. I licked it away, tasting him, and purred. "So fucking good."
He mumbled something in response as I set him back on the floor. "What's that?" I asked, pulling up his pants. I did the same for my leggings.
He turned, half stumbling, face red from far more than exertion. Maybe he was still a little drunk after all, perhaps just drunk enough. His hands worked helplessly, as if searching for words. "Anakin, I..."
I swallowed. "Yeah?"
"Your eyes, Anakin... They're so... blue."
I laughed, thinking I might need a drink myself, and guided him home.