"Hold Still"
Rating: NC-17
Bail visits Obi. Smut ensues.
"Hold still."
Bail turned his head trying to catch a glimpse of the man speaking within the dim light of Obi-Wan's bedroom. "What?"
"Hold still." Obi-Wan's voice was bright with laughter and the faint rasp that Bail had come to recognize as lust. "I have something I want to show you."
Bail stood still.
Slowly, Obi-Wan moved before him, clothed in a simple tunic and worn leggings, long hair damp from a shower. Bail could see a few drops of water hanging within the ruddy beard, catching the fading sunlight. Bail breathed in the scent of soap and skin, his nostrils flaring.
Obi-Wan didn't look like he was ready for a working evening meal with the members of the Committee for Fair Usage of Advertisements in Education. In fact, he didn't look ready to go out at all.
Bail fought back a smile and furrowed his brow. "Knight Kenobi? We have plans this evening and you don't seem to be ready. What will the senators think?"
The laugh that filled the room was rich with promise. "If they're smart, they'll think I seduced the Viceroy, had my wicked way with him, ran my tongue up the inside of his thigh, his hip, his hard..." Obi-Wan swayed gently in the middle of the room, moving to some unheard internal rhythm, hands propped on undulating hips.
Bail shuddered and licked his lips. "And if they're not?"
A quick grin lit up Obi-Wan's normally serene visage. "Then they'll believe a high-priority meeting came up. Serious talks in the Temple, took all night."
"All night?"
"All night long."
Bail took a step forward, shrugging off the heavy official robe he wore, wanting to taste those smiling lips. Obi-Wan held out his hand, palm out, to stop him.
"Stop. Stand right there. I have something to show you, Bail Organa. I don't want you to move." A vaguely authoritative tone crept into the husky voice, demanding his compliance even as he asked.
"Yes, sir, Knight Kenobi, sir!"
Both men smiled and Bail's gaze was caught by Obi-Wan's. He was entranced for a long moment, trying to uncover the meaning behind the gleam in those eyes. Suddenly the answer came to him, almost as if Obi-Wan had whispered it to him. Happy. Obi-Wan was simply happy. Duty, fear, concern, regret -- all put aside.
For him.
For him and for whatever plan Obi-Wan had concocted.
So caught up was Bail in the joy shining from those grey eyes that he didn't notice the feather-light touches across his body at first. A stroke trailed along his inner thigh, then something that felt like a long lick traveled along his still-clothed torso. Nips to his ears, a fingernail tickling the sole of his foot, the scrape of teeth against his collarbone - the sensations were delicious and overwhelming. Bail felt his face flush with arousal, felt his cock harden within his trousers.
His breath caught in his throat. Obi-Wan's eyes never faltered, simply narrowed at the corners as his smile widened. The touches continued, becoming firmer and more distinct. Bail shuddered, hands reflexively clenching at his sides.
"Obi... what..." Bail felt invisible hands parting his thighs, widening his stance. Suddenly a tongue was lapping at his perineum and he cried out, eyes searching his lover's face.
"Feel good, Bail? I have been thinking about this all day. About standing here, watching you. Having you watch me."
Obi-Wan dropped his eyes and Bail's gaze followed. Obi-Wan had opened his leggings, freed his cock and was steadily stroking it. Bail groaned, felt an answering phantom grip on his own erection, moving underneath the layers of clothing. Bail's eyes were filled by the sight of Obi-Wan's strong hand moving over his hard shaft, slowly spreading the drops of fluid that wept from the tip over the entire length.
Steadily Obi-Wan brought himself towards orgasm, rocking his hips, thrusting into his hand. Bail couldn't look away, couldn't resist copying the motions of the sensual being before him, all the while being caressed by Obi-Wan's Force touch.
He jerked as he was entered, a strong touch relaxing his tight inner muscles. The burn was sweet and Bail cried out, head falling back, eyes staring sightlessly up at the ceiling. He struggled to catch his breath, to stand, to move as the ghostlike hardness within him began to thrust. "Oh! Obi... Obi-Wan! Please! Please!"
"Yes!" As Obi-Wan hissed his agreement, the sensations surrounding Bail tripled, quadrupled around him. All of his nerves felt as if they fired at once and Bail sobbed as he came, a wet stain spreading across the front of his leggings. He sank to his knees, gasping for breath, as he heard Obi-Wan's long, low moan as he brought himself to completion.
Obi-Wan stumbled over to Bail, gracelessly tumbling down beside him. They rested together, Obi-Wan's head resting on Bail's shoulder blade. Bail noted that the room smelled musky, sexual.
"By the wind, Obi-Wan, where did you learn to do that?"
"An old friend taught me a long time ago."
Bail blinked at the vague answer. "A friend, huh?"
Obi-Wan nodded, a distant bittersweet smile upon his face. "One of my best."
Bail stretched, grimacing as his clothes stuck to his skin. Shrugging his shoulder to dislodge his resting lover, he began stripping off clothing, wiping himself off as he went. "Come on, Obi-Wan. Up off the floor. We're too old to stay down here."
"Speak for yourself, Viceroy. I could stay down here all night."
Bail turned his head, nuzzling against Obi-Wan's neck with his chin, enjoying the feel of Obi-Wan's warm, damp skin. "Okay, Jedi, stay down here then. I'm moving to the bed where I can have more fun."
"Mmm... sounds like a plan. Let me get a cloth and I'll join you shortly."
Bail admired Obi-Wan's saunter across the room. "Join me? Is that a promise?" Bail grinned, mind and eyes wandering as Obi-Wan wandered into the 'fresher to fetch a towel. He moved over to Obi-Wan's wardrobe, rummaging quietly in the doors until he found what he was looking for -- Obi-Wan's old leather belt. Yes, it would do nicely.
"Bail?" Obi-Wan walked into the bedroom and Bail turned, leather belt held loosely in his hand. A single eyebrow quirked up on the Jedi's face. "And what, exactly, do you intend to do with that?"
Bail walked up to him and hauled him in for a fierce kiss, not ending the contact until they were both panting and flushed.
"Well, Knight Kenobi, that is something you're going to have to learn. Now, hold still."
~ fin ~