"There and Then"
Rating: R
He had never slept well alone.
A snap of his fingers would bring a warm body to his bed -- male, female, any species he could think to ask for. But none could warm him like the Jedi Knight who had left his bed not an hour ago. Since he had started being with Obi-Wan, no one else had been invited to his bed -- he wanted Obi-Wan or no one.
The old bell clock that had graced his family's home, no matter where that was, for thousands of years began to chime, ringing out the hour. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty bells, the appointed hour for Obi-Wan to meet his padawan.
For love lessons.
Bail didn't want to think of it but he couldn't seem to stop and he began to imagine the scene that awaited Obi-Wan when he returned to the quarters he shared with his student.
"Take a shower and I'll meet you in my chambers -- you can wait for me in my bed," Obi-Wan had said. And before leaving Bail, Obi-Wan had taken his own shower, washing Bail from his body.
That thought hurt and so he moved quickly back to Anakin lying in Obi-Wan's bed, waiting. Naked and waiting.
He could just see the boy, stretched out on the bed, limbs long and slender, beautiful in that perfect way of youth. The boy would be erect -- it had not been so long ago that Bail himself had been that young and he could remember the eager readiness that seemed to define sex.
What would Obi-Wan do when he came into his room to find Anakin waiting like that? Would it turn him on? Or would he need the stimulation of the boy's mouth in order to get hard?
Bail's hand drifted down his own body to find himself hard and surprisingly needy given that he and Obi-Wan had made love just a couple of hours earlier. He began to stroke himself, focussing his thoughts on his lover, on Obi-Wan as he'd looked tonight while he left the mark of his mouth all over Bail's body.
Bail had left a mark of his own on Obi-Wan's neck and more down his lover's back and he wondered if Anakin would see them and what he would think when he did.
Would the boy have Obi-Wan's own equanimity about his master having other lovers, or would jealousy flare through him like it had Bail himself, driving Anakin to leave marks of his own on Obi-Wan's body? Would the boy rake his nails over Obi-Wan's back and sides as he took his master's length into his mouth?
Bail's breath hitched as he imagined the scene: Obi-Wan -- his lover- standing by the bed, naked and quiet while Anakin went to his knees in front of Obi-Wan, perfecting his skills at fellatio. And if he'd already had lessons on this skill from Obi-Wan, chances were he was very good at it.
Would Obi-Wan let himself go? Would his head fall back and those little whimpers and moans cross his lips? Bail moaned and squeezed his own hardness. Those little noises always made Bail whimper, pushed him closer to the edge.
Anakin would know they meant Obi-Wan was close and he would hold Obi-Wan's hips still in those large hands he was fast growing into and he would increase his suction before loosening his hold and letting Obi-Wan pump into his mouth.
Bail could hear Obi-Wan's yell as he came, he could feel Obi-Wan's orgasm as if it were his own.
Panting, Bail opened his eyes, realising in the not quite dark of a Coruscant night that what he'd heard and felt had been his own orgasm. He looked around furtively, as if expecting Obi-Wan to be standing there, cold look in his eyes, outraged on his own and his padawan's behalf.
Getting out of bed, Bail stalked over to the fresher to clean away the evidence of what he'd done.
~ fin ~