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DISCLAIMER: All characters and property of Star Wars belong
to George Lucas. This fan fiction was created solely for
entertainment and no money was made from it. Also, no
copyright or trademark infringement was intended. Any
similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental
and not intended by the author.
ARCHIVE: Bail!Now and MA. Other sites, please ask for
permission
CATEGORY: PWP, Non Q/O
RATING: NC17
SUMMARY: Bail can't sleep
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was meant for May, the Merry Month of
Masturbation but Real Life temporarily intervened.
Bail Organa sighed in frustration as he rolled over in bed.
Grabbing his pillow, he pounded it into shape, venting some
of his frustration at not being able to sleep. With the
pillow finally beaten into submission, he stared at the
ceiling as sleep continued to elude him. His mind insisted on
replaying every little thing that had occurred during the
day, giving him no rest as conversations and arguments chased
each other through his mind.
Frustrated, he kicked the covers off, leaving him bare to the
cool night air. He felt his nipples tighten in the cold. They
further hardened as he ran one hand across his chest. Warm
skin, lightly furred slid under the soft touch of his long
fingers as his hands glided across the familiar planes of his
chest towards his nipples. They hardened even more under the
gentle toying of his fingers, a dull spark of pleasure
spiking. Rolling the hard flesh between his fingers, Bail
felt the pleasure grow. One hand moved lower down his body,
fingernails lightly scraping over his skin, as his mind
turned inwards, seeking an escape from the chaos of his
thoughts.
A fantasy, one of his favourites. Something hot and sweaty.
Something guaranteed to divert his mind. A chance meeting
with a stranger in some dark corner of the Senate, driving
hard into that hot body as Senators and their aides passed by
just meters from them.
No, too dull, too familiar and passionless. Tossing the
fantasy aside, he reached for another, then another, finding
all of them lacking. Nothing, none of them were able to
distract his mind. Under his touch, his body was coming alive
but it was an empty pleasure, pale and subdued as his mind
refused to join in.
Snarling, he tossed the pillow across the room, before
returning to glare at the ceiling. He hated this. Hated how
his brain refused to stop going around and around in circles.
Hated the slow, meandering of the Senate body as it took its
sweet time coming to decisions. Decisions that were almost
always too late or so weak as to have no power at all. Hated
the growing corruption taking over the Senate, hated the
backstabbing, the ceaseless bickering that was the constant
session of the Senate.
Hated the haughty, arrogant looks of the people around them,
as though they were better than the people who had elected
them. The aloft arrogance of those who thought they were
above everyone else, as if their abilities set them apart
from the mere mortals inhabiting the world around them. The
way he had held himself, cool, emotionless eyes surveying
everyone around him. The way the crowd parted for him as he
strode down the Senate hallways, robe flapping behind him, as
his young companion trailed after him, a perfect two paces
behind him.
Jedi. Aloof, arrogant, with cool, grey eyes and impassive
face. Typical Jedi expression. Bail hadn't yet seen a Jedi
without that look on his face. Unconsciously, his breathing
deepened, hands returning to his body, sliding across his
chest to pull and tease his nipples. He could see the Jedi
now, standing in front of the entrance to the Senate, talking
to the young man beside him. Thick red-gold hair and beard
gleamed in the soft light of the sun cascading through the
Senate windows. So thick, he itched to sink his hands into
it, to feel the silky strands slide through his fingers as he
held him still, thrusting into his mouth.
His penis twitched and Bail sighed, spreading his legs as his
fingers mapped stomach and chest. The cool night air washed
over his balls, making him shiver. Closing his eyes, Bail let
his fingers trail down his body, arousal returning, brighter
than before. Would the Jedi still be aloof, his eyes still
cool as his tongue flicked against the head of Bail's
erection? Or would those eyes burn with hidden passion?
Passion kept bound and buried deep under layers of Jedi
training and tradition as the layers of clothing hid his body
from the rest of the world.
Wiry hair slid through his fingers as he lightly stroked his
hardening shaft. . Bottom to top, long slow strokes, only
pausing to slick his fingers in the fluid leaking from the
tip. His other hand caressed the soft skin of his inner
thighs, the junction of thigh and groin before sliding down
to cup his balls. Pleasure surged, warm and vibrant, as he
tightened his fingers around his erection. One long stroke
made him gasp. Digging his heels into the bed, he arched into
his hand, as it stroked faster and harder, slicked with sweat
and semen.
On his knees, fully clothed, the Jedi sucked hard, letting
Bail slide in and out of the warm cavern of his mouth. Strong
hands cupped his buttocks, encouraging Bail to pump deeper.
The bristles of his beard lightly abraded Bail's shaft,
making him moan. Fingers tangled in the thick hair, Bail
watched as the Jedi reached between his legs to palm his sac.
A harsh cry tore loose as the other man rolled them in his
long fingers, his tongue swirling around the head of Bail's
shaft before plunging his mouth down it.
Warm, wet heat surrounded him, sucking strongly as Bail
thrust hard into the Jedi's mouth, lost in pleasure. Looking
down, he found himself falling into the other man's eyes. The
Jedi was watching him, eyes blazing in barely banked passion,
chasing away all hints of aloofness and coolness. Trapped by
that look, Bail stiffened as he came, spurting deep into the
other man's mouth.
Panting hard, Bail slumped down on the bed, dazed and sated.
Cooling fluid coated his stomach and hand. Tiny aftershocks
of pleasure echoed through him as he opened his eyes to stare
sightlessly at the ceiling, his mind mercifully blank. After
a long moment, sleep finally crept over him, making him
fumble for the blankets kicked off the bed.
Drifting off, he couldn't help smiling, images of the Jedi on
his knees before him still running through his mind. That was
one fantasy he was going to have to remember. Pity he would
never get to see the Jedi in such a position. The man was
handsome, but probably as emotionless as he looked. The
thought of seeking him out to discover if that was true
followed him down into sleep.