"Relax"
Rating: R
Obi-Wan convinces Bail to relax.
A touch woke him - feather-light, satin brushing against his neck, maybe well-worn silk. Whatever it was, he felt warm and safe and unwilling to collapse this bubble of dream, so he pushed himself deeper into the thin pillows and sighed.
That touch moved, muzzling his hairline. Slowly Bail noticed the brush of a soft beard against the nape of his neck. A muscled body, cool from the night air, spooned behind him, borrowing heat from his skin.
He frowned, not wanting to move, to admit to himself that duty called and the suns would soon be rising and he could not afford to lie abed, no matter how tempting the naked flesh curled behind him was.
Somehow, no matter how much he needed the solace of sleep, morning always came, bringing the inevitable loss of one more battle, one more soldier, one more system, one more day. The vision of one morning after another -- all the same except for the constant loss, sand slipping between his fingers -- crept into his dreams, stealing his rest and hope.
Morning always came, dawn nipping palely at the heels of night.
"Not every morning starts with me beside you, Bail."
Bail shivered as the smooth voice caressed him, stealing his fears. "Obi-Wan, I..."
"Hush now. The sky is dark, morning is waiting for you to wake, and I am here. Let me love you. Relax."
Obi-Wan's voice moved throughout him, a murmur that slipped beneath his skin and battled his consciousness, a voice that insisted in the truth of its words. A tone that would not be ignored.
Bail sighed again, releasing his body and will into Obi-Wan's battle-scarred hands.
Those hands moved steadily, mapping out every inch of skin, leaving a trail that lips followed. Not teasing, not taunting, not even massaging, Obi-Wan simply stroked. Bail relaxed into the simple comfort of touch, almost surprised to find himself aroused.
Shoulders. Scarred back leading into lean curves. Long, darkly haired legs. Obi-Wan found every ounce of tension, every worry, and dissolved them with his attention. As he was turned carefully, Bail kept the blanket close around his face, protecting his illusion of darkness.
He felt himself tense as Obi-Wan moved up his thighs, hips moving involuntarily. "Shhh... relax. I have you. Relax." The reassuring voice was low, disconnected, a dream.
Those fingers caressed, gentled, soothed, aroused. No part of his body was ignored or lingered upon. Bail simply floated, lost and sheltered. Behind his eyes, he could see his lover, auburn hair falling about his face, tongue leisurely tracing his body as those callused fingers painted invisible symbols over his hips, his cock, his stomach. "Oh, Obi... Obi-Wan..."
Obi-Wan reached Bail's face, softly lapping at the corner of his mouth. "I want you. Let me in?"
Bail wasn't sure if his assent was spoken aloud or simply understood. Obi-Wan's hands were gentle and undemanding on his legs, raising them. The blanket covered them, concealing and comforting, Obi-Wan's face seeming alien and pale in the darkness.
"Relax." Obi-Wan slipped inside him, slow and easy. Bail couldn't remember not having that warmth, that fullness within him. They moved imperceptibly, bodies clinging together damply.
Bail moaned and felt his lips taken in a kiss, Obi-Wan's tongue plunging steadily into his mouth. He felt a hand slide down and cant his hips, pulling him into Obi-Wan's thrust more forcefully.
"Please..."
Another fierce kiss, a whispered, "Come now, for me?"
Bail's orgasm took him like a wave, drawing him into sheer sensation.
When he woke, the bed was cold and the smell of breakfast awaited him. Bail sighed and stretched, feeling twinges of soreness that mere dreams never left.
He dressed and pulled on his boots, stopping for a moment to watch the dawn.
~ fin ~