"Good Game"
Rating: NC-17
Bail toys with Obi-Wan.
The music blared, something bass-heavy and full of screamed lyrics. Bright yellow lights flashed consistently and he looked at himself in the long mirror behind the bar, mildly disoriented by the sight of himself in civilian clothes.
"Not bad," he surprised himself by saying aloud. He wasn't a youth anymore, but he wasn't half-bad. Obi-Wan grinned, running his hands down the bright white cloth of his shirt. He flipped the thick braid off his shoulder, and motioned to the bartender for another drink.
She smiled and poured another shot of amber liquid into a smoky glass. As the woman -- at least Obi-Wan assumed the multi-breasted humanoid was female -- took away the remnants of his second drink, he searched the room.
He should have been here already. It simply wasn't like Bail to be late.
Obi-Wan reread the note that had been left for him. Left in his bed in the Temple.
"Meet me at the Erkat Club at dusk. Wear what's in the box. B."
Obi-Wan wasn't sure when Bail had corrupted his padawan, conned him into sneaking the package into his room. The butter-soft leather pants did fit like a charm, as did the matching short boots.
The shirt wasn't bad either. Nothing like simsilk against the skin...
Dusk was well on its way to nightfall. Bail should be here already, he worried. Forcing himself to relax, Obi-Wan grabbed his drink and stopped short as he caught a glimpse of handwriting on the napkin beneath.
"Room 3164, upstairs. Come to me." A passcard was attached.
"That sneaky son-of-a..." Obi-Wan looked around. No sign of the dark hair or laughing eyes anywhere. The smile that had been threatening suddenly broke free.
Nothing was quite as fun as a challenge.
Obi-Wan paid his tab to the grinning bartender and headed towards the room, reflexively reaching for a robe that wasn't there.
The steady, underlying bass bled through the floors, vibrating in his feet. The hallways were dimly lit; this was a place for rendezvous, for a chance meeting, for an erotic game between lovers who hadn't touched in too long. The Force in this place buzzed with sex and need and the Jedi felt it zipping underneath his skin.
Obi-Wan savored this excitement, this oft-denied anticipation. He was ready to feel bare flesh pressed against him, ready to taste Bail's mouth again. Ready to lose himself within strong, loving arms.
Room 3164.
The passcard worked.
The room was dark, a single light shining on a table, highlighting a small box and a very familiar card written in a familiar hand. "Remove your boots for me. Make use of the contents in the box and then come into the next room."
Obi-Wan opened the lid of the box and almost dropped it in surprise. The box contained a bottle of lube, a small white cloth and a plug. He felt his breath quicken and he hardened instantly. Oh, how he loved these games!
Quickly and efficiently, he removed his boots and loosened the ties on his pants, lowering them to his knees. Trembling slightly, he slicked his finger, carefully stroking the lube across the entrance of his body before stretching himself. Obi-Wan groaned at the almost forgotten feeling of being penetrated and felt his body relaxing, loosening. As he slowly worked the plug inside him, his toes clenched the carpet and he heard himself gasping.
Cleaning any excess lube off with the cloth -- thoughtful man, that Bail -- Obi-Wan fastened his leathers back up and headed for the door.
This room was dark and appeared empty, barring a bright circle of light shining upon the floor. Two long pieces of leather dangled from the ceiling, swaying. The music from the bar had faded into a vague whispering.
"Bail?"
Bail's voice drifted across the room. "Do you trust me?"
Obi-Wan smiled. That deep voice was rough with need. "Yes. Always."
"Stand in the light for me."
Obi-Wan moved, swaying his hips, aware that the rocking pressure of the plug within him altered his stride, made every step sexual.
"Your shirt, Obi-Wan." Again, Bail's need thickened his voice and Obi-Wan couldn't stop his shiver.
Not bothering to feign ignorance, Obi-Wan unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off, sighing as the soft material trailed over his body. He let it drop to the floor in a puddle and stood, chin up and proud, bathed in the harsh light.
"By the winds, Obi-Wan, do you know how you look? How I lay, thrusting into my own hand, thinking of you? How your are the name upon my lips when I come?"
Bail's voice seemed to fill the room, harsh growl bouncing off walls and ceiling as he walked around within the darkness. Obi-Wan groaned, hands stroking his chest, moving down to trace the edges of his leathers.
"Bail..." he moaned, taking a step towards Bail's voice.
"No, Obi-Wan. Stay there."
"I want you. It's been so long."
"Yes. It has. Unfasten your pants, lover, but don't remove them. I just want you to free yourself. I want to see your cock. I want to see you hard for me."
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and unfastened the ties, trembling hands slipping over the soft leather. His erection felt hot in his hand and he stroked it gently, throwing his head back with a moan. "So hard... oh, Force. So hot."
"Arms above your head, now. Come now, arms up. Hold onto the straps." His voice was close, very close and Obi-Wan lifted his head to look at Bail's face, to kiss him.
He didn't expect the blindfold.
"Bail? Let me kiss you..." He couldn't resist putting the smallest whisper of Force behind his plea and he felt Bail shudder, resisting.
"Arms above your head, Obi-Wan." The whisper was in his ear, that tongue was slipping over his sensitive flesh. "Let me love you, Obi-Wan. Let me make you feel. Listen to me. I'll make you fly."
The leather straps were thicker than they looked and wrapped around Obi-Wan's wrists comfortably.
"Yes... that's it! Hold on, Obi, don't let go." Those soft words filled Obi-Wan's mind, only to be erased by sharp teeth fastening onto his shoulder as long fingers stroked his cock. A hard length pressed against his ass, slowly jarring the plug within, causing tremors throughout Obi-Wan's body.
"I watched you, do you know that? I watched you finger yourself, watched you open yourself for my little gift. Do you know what your face looked like? Your sweet mouth open, needing my cock in it; your eyes half-closed in pleasure. Readying yourself for this, for me. My perfect Jedi knight, bent, slowly fucking yourself. Pushing it in further and further until it was completely inside you, stretching you. Can you feel it, Obi, feel it inside you?"
"Yes!" Breath hitching, Obi-Wan thrust between Bail's teasing hand and hard body. "Oh, please! I need..."
"You need?" A breathless laugh there, the tease softened by a tongue across a shoulderblade.
"Oh, you! I need you!" Obi-Wan groaned as that fierce heat moved from his back.
Obi-Wan felt a whisper of breath against his hardness before those strong hands grabbed his hips and pulled him into a heat and suction. He sobbed, thrusting strongly as Bail's hands moved around him. They stroked into his cleft, finding the edge of the plug with him and pushed gently, toying with it. The plug jostled within Obi-Wan, brushing against his prostate and he called out, pouring his seed into the mouth sucking him.
"Oh! Force!" He began to sink down, releasing the straps when Bail stood and grabbed his wrists, keeping them where they were. "Not yet. Hold on, Obi. We're not done."
"I..."
"Of course you can, Jedi. This is nothing. Hold onto the damned straps and don't you dare let go." Obi-Wan straightened and grabbed tighter to the leather. "That's right. You know, discipline and all that." Obi-Wan could feel Bail's need, his joy, their passion, bubbling through him.
Obi-Wan felt his pants slowly removed and he shivered until the heat of Bail's body moved behind him again. With a movement quicker than he thought possible, Obi-Wan felt the plug removed and replaced with something longer, thicker. He cried out, pulling against the leather, feeling the burn spread throughout his body.
Bail stilled, mouth caressing the arched neck, licking the saltiness from Obi-Wan's skin. "Relax into me, Obi-Wan. Let me love you."
"Yes," Obi-Wan hissed as he moved his body further onto the flesh piercing him.
They rocked together, moving with a harshness, a ferocity. "We need this," Obi-Wan thought. "I need this. I need... now... I need... this..."
He felt Bail stiffen and cry out for him and the feel of the hot, sobbing breath against him was enough to push him over.
Obi-Wan stood, exhausted and breathless. Slowly he heard someone speaking to him. "Let go, Obi."
"What?"
Bail took off the blindfold and then reached up to Obi-Wan's clenched hands. "Let go."
His hands and arms cramped as he lowered them, but when Bail led him to the bed and began a gentle massage, Obi-Wan decided it was worth it. Bail straddled him, body shining and relaxed. His hair was shorter than it can been the last time they'd been together.
Bail slid down beside Obi-Wan and reached for the fastening of the thick braid. "Your hair is getting so long." He looked at Obi-Wan and then down to the braid again. "Can I?"
"Please."
Bail slowly unbraided the tight braid and began untangling and smoothing Obi-Wan's hair, working out snarls with deft fingers. Obi-Wan relaxed into the touch, closing his eyes and sighing. Oh, yes, this touch was definitely worth it.
All of it.
"Bail?"
"Hmm?"
A soft, sleepy kiss was followed by a tangling of limbs and Bail's soft beard on Obi-Wan's cheek.
"Good game."
Obi-Wan sank into sleep hearing Bail's joyous laugh chasing him.
~ fin ~