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Obi-Wan wasn't always at his best before breakfast. Especially not when he had to hurry halfway accross the Temple to an early astronavigation class. He wasn't late, exactly... but he had to supress his impatience when Bruck Chun stepped out from behind a pillar and came to a dead stop directly in front of him.
"Well, if it isn't Oafy-Wan." Bruck's smile was cool. "Still not looking where you're going, eh?"
Obi-Wan frowned. He couldn't remember the last time his old rival had called him by that hated nickname. "What can I do for you, Padawan Chun?" he asked curtly.
"Saber practice. Mid-day. Training Salle 7. I've learned some new manoeuvres and there's no-one else that I'd like to try them out on more."
"You'll need a bit more than a few new moves to put one over on me, Chun."
"Oh, I know. But I can't wait for the opportunity to give you a real licking. If you're up to it that is." Bruck's direct stare was challenging.
Obi-Wan bit down on a sharp reply and quickly weighed up his response. He wasn't going to let Bruck goad him into a fight, as he had done too many times before, but this was a genuine challenge. In the small number of classes he shared with Bruck he always kept an eye of his former rival's progress and, especially recently, he'd spotted Bruck similarly watching him. It might be quite satisfying to settle the question once and for all. Obi-Wan came to a swift decision.
"I'll be there," he replied, shortly.
Bruck grinned and turned to leave. "Don't be late, Kenobi."
Obi-Wan watched Bruck Chun's dissapearing backside and thought about how much he'd like to kick it around the room.
"Anytime, Chun," he called out. "Anytime."
Bruck was already there when Obi-Wan arrived at the salle, striding restlessly up and down and slapping his saber handle impatiently against his thigh.
Obi-Wan paused a moment to centre himself and then started moving through a few warm-up manoeuvres. Bruck stopped pacing and leaned back against the wall, arms folded, watching Obi-Wan stretch. For some reason, Obi-Wan began to feel uncomfortable under that steady blue gaze.
"Well, aren't you going to join me?" he demanded, irritated.
"I'm quite warm already." A quick smile twisted its way across Bruck's face before he straightened and came to face Obi-Wan in traditional sparring form.
"Very well. I'm ready for you." Obi-Wan swiftly raised his weapon in salute. "Begin!"
The sabers crackled together, fire meeting ice as first the red blade, then the blue stuggled for dominance. Bruck tried to draw Obi-Wan in close, where his own strength could counter-act Obi-Wan's agility, but each time Obi-Wan danced away just in time.
"I'll have you soon, Kenobi," Bruck finally observed, gasping for breath. "All those fancy moves to put yourself out of reach will wear you down, and I'll be able to get near you then."
"I'm just toying with you, Chun," Obi-Wan grinned. "I'm playing hard to get. When I do get close to you, you'd better watch your sorry butt."
"I'll hold you to that!"
Bruck surged forward once more and Obi-Wan met him thrust for thrust, parry for parry, adrenaline surging as they battled back and forth. For one frozen moment their sabers locked, both men pressed together and Obi-Wan suddenly found himself staring at the long, pale line of Bruck Chun's padawan braid as it snaked over a golden chest. His gaze followed it down over the sweat sheened skin to where it brushed against a partially exposed brown aureole. Obi-Wan sucked in a startled breath, his mouth suddenly and unexpectedly dry.
"Like what you see, Kenobi?" Bruck's eyes were fastened firmly on Obi-Wan's dishevelled tunic and bared collar bone. "I'm certainly enjoying the view."
Obi-Wan couldn't bring himself to reply. Dismissing the distraction, he pushed back against the red saber, breaking the hold, and stepped back two paces. Slowly, he raised his own saber back into sparring stance.
Bruck nodded and gave the signal to start. "Begin!"
Once again, they circled warily, each looking for an opening -- only this time Obi-Wan was increasingly aware of Bruck's glance raking him from head to toe. They pressed each other back and forth across the salle, neither prepared to give away any advantage. A leap, a crack of energy as the sabers sizzled together, and Obi-Wan felt as if the heat of Bruck's body as he whisked past was warmer than the trail of ionised air from the weapons. Bruck Chun gave him a lazy, calculating smile, and raised the saber again. Obi-Wan stared back, a strange excitement fluttering in his belly. It was impossible! Was Bruck Chun... flirting with him?
Obi-Wan ground to a halt. His breath was coming in short hard bursts, his tunics had ridden wide open, and the air of the salle was cool against his damp torso.
Slowly Bruck powered down his saber and took a step forward. Then another. Finally they were within touching distance. Obi-Wan looked up into Bruck's face, seeing the heavy-lidded blue eyes darkened with arousal, and found, to his surprise, an echo of that heat within his own body.
He took the final step himself, one pace forwards until he was standing toe to toe with his panting rival. If his own breath was short, it wasn't only to do with the work-out. They stood there for a several pregnant seconds, then Bruck leaned forward slighly and their bodies touched.
The electric shock of the contact galvanized them both into motiion. Bruck slid a hand up, resting it gently against Obi-Wan's flushed skin before slipping it slowly under the tunic to caress a hardening nipple with his fingers. Without thinking, Obi-Wan copied the other boy's action, taking the pale braid between two fingers and sliding his hand down it into the darkened V of Bruck's neckline. He paused, the pads of his fingers lightly brushing across an erect nub, as Bruck's hand continued its exploration of his body.
He couldn't believe he was doing this, with Bruck Chun of all people, but if his mind couldn't quite grasp it, his body had no qualms whatsoever. It felt... it felt really good.
Bruck was reaching up with two hands now, grasping the neckline of Obi-Wan's damp tunic and pulling it apart and down, baring his shoulders. Obi-Wan moaned softly as Bruck fastened his lips over the pulse point at the base of his throat, feeling his own hammering heartbeat in the pressure of the other man's mouth.
Slowly, Bruck licked and kissed his way from the point of one shoulder to the other, the hot kisses warming Obi-Wan's skin like fire, the cool trail of Bruck's tongue doing nothing to prevent the heat from building up within him.
Obi-Wan let his head fall back, baring more of his throat as Bruck nuzzled the sensitive skin of his neck, willing Bruck to keep going. Up, down, he didn't care. He just knew he wanted more. He reached up to brush his hands lightly through the other padawan's short white hair. It felt so soft. His fingers tightened on Bruck's head as Bruck's roving mouth found a peaked nipple and bit down firmly.
"Like that?" Bruck whispered against his skin.
"Yesss..." Yes, he liked it, though it felt odd to admit it.
And then Bruck was pulling at Obi-Wan's belt and sash, dropping them to the floor with his forgotten lightsaber. Obi-Wan shivered in pleasure as he felt his body being stripped by Bruck's confident fingers, his tunics pushed apart and sliding down to his elbows as his chest and belly were bared to the cool air. Bruck paused briefly to glance up at Obi-Wan's flushed face, and then back at exposed expanse of lightly muscled flesh.
"My, what a feast, " he murmured.
Bruck's mouth descended again, nipping, nibbling, sucking on as much of Obi-Wan's skin as he could reach, until Obi-Wan was moaning softly. His nipples were hard points of fire, his neck just begging to be licked once more. As Bruck's tongue swirled in his navel, his hot breath hissing across his belly, Obi-Wan groaned.
He reached out for Bruck's braid again and tugged. "Up, Bruck. Stand up."
Slowly, Bruck raised himself up, a line of flickering cold fire following the trail of his tongue up Obi-Wan's chest and neck until he nuzzling the soft stubble of Obi-Wan's chin.
"Bruck, " Obi-Wan moaned. Bruck's eyes opened and they stared at each other, mouths a mere fingerwidth apart.
Holding his breath Obi-Wan leaned forward, slowly, tentatively, until his aching lips almost touched the other man's mouth. He realised that Bruck had also stopped breathing. He exhaled, feeling the air bridge the gap between their lips, the current of lust swirling between them.
With a sound almost like a sob, quickly stifled, Obi-Wan fastened his mouth on Bruck's, kissing hard. His hands slid under Bruck's tunics, exploring the smooth back beneath his fingers and then grasping him round the waist and pulling him closer. The sweet contact of their hips suddenly pushing together sparked like an electric current through his entire system. Obi-Wan could feel Bruck's hardness through the thin fabric of his pants, grinding against his own. He thrust against the other man helplessly.
Bruck's hands slid down to Obi-Wan's hips and fastened on his ass, squeezing the stong muscles as they clenched again and again, driving hard against him.
"More skin." Bruck gasped against his cheek, "Want to touch."
Obi-Wan wriggled, allowing Bruck to slide his hands into the waistband of his pants and then down, cupping the firm globes of his ass. Obi-Wan rocked back and forth trying to control his breathing as Bruck's touch grew harder, more intimate.
Bruck shifted slightly, shrugging his wrists and suddenly Obi-Wan's pants were sliding down his thighs to pool around the top of his boots. His cock sprang free, and Obi-Wan's closed his eyes as one of Bruck's knees pushed between his own to part his legs slightly. The tight fabric allowed very little movement and suddenly Obi-Wan felt off-balance and vulnerable and... very, very aroused.
With a sudden belated thought, Obi-Wan Force-locked the doors of the salle. Anyone could have walked in to find him standing in the middle of the room, his tunics hanging off him and his pants around his knees, the very picture of debauchery. Strangely, the image only made him harder.
Pulling Bruck to him with one arm, he slid the other under Bruck's tunics, exploring, fingering the hard muscled belly, and the smooth hairless chest. This was so heady, so arousing, he felt some fundamental shift in the world below his feet. Slightly dizzy, he lowered his head to Bruck's neck and inhaled the strong sweet scent of fresh male sweat.
"You smell good, Chun.
"Taste good too," he added, taking a long sample lick along the smooth line of Bruck's jaw.
Bruck grinned at him and suddenly plummeted to his knees, leaving Obi-Wan off balance again. His mouth nuzzled softly between Obi-Wan's knees, kissing, licking, his tongue leaving a snail's trail of cooling saliva on its path to his inner thigh. Obi-Wan groaned, parting his legs as widely as the constricting fabric around his knees would allow.
"Oh Force, Chun," Obi-Wan moaned.
He could feel Bruck's nose nudging against his balls now as the mouth edged closer to his straining erection. First one, and then the other was taken into a soft wet heat and gently tasted. The need was building, so intense Obi-Wan could think of little else but burying himself in Bruck's willing mouth.
"Please..." he whimpered, reduced to incoherent pleading.
"Please, what? This?" Bruck's tongue swirled in the hollow of Obi-Wan's hip-bone. "Or this?" A nip, none too gentle, on the top of his thigh had Obi-Wan squirming in frustration. "Hmmm. I think it might be this..."
Obi-Wan's focus narrowed to the hard flesh that was slowly disappearing into Bruck Chun's soft mouth. It was warm and soft inside, and oh so good. His knees started trembling and he fought the urge to thrust deeply into that heat as Bruck took more and more of him in.
Gently, he began to rock backwards and forwards, feeling the liquid slide of Bruck's tongue along his entire length. He felt like he was falling, forwards, backwards. Bruck's hands on his ass kept him anchored and upright. The hard fingers spread his cheeks, one fingertip rubbing gently over the puckered entrance with each movement. Obi-Wan pushed back a little more, silently encouraging. Slowly, almost tentatively, he felt the fingertip enter him. The pleasure surged higher. He wasn't going to last much longer if he didn't get back some semblance of control.
Obi-Wan shuddered. The need was building, so intense, so demanding, and the temptation to just surrender to it was almost overwhelming. But this was Bruck, Bruck Chun, and he was damned if he was going to roll over and beg.
Obi-Wan grabbed the other padawan's collar and unceremoniously hauled him upright. Bruck's half-lidded eyes snapped wide open.
"Wha..?" He made no move to break Obi-Wan's hold on him. "I thought you were enjoying..."
Obi-Wan's mouth silenced him, fastening on Bruck's, his tongue delving in to an immediate welcome. This was no time for finesse. He plunged his hand down the front of Bruck's leggings, grasping and then freeing the straining erection. Bruck moaned into the other padawan's mouth, moulding his body against Obi-Wan's and pushing urgently into his hand.
Obi-Wan felt a surge of satisfaction. Bruck may have caught him off guard, but the need and the passion were riding him as hard as they were riding Obi-Wan. He ground his hips against Bruck's, that same current of desire flashing through him as he felt his own length sliding smoothly against its counterpart. He slid a hand between their writhing bodies, gripping both cocks and slowly pumping them both together.
Walking was difficult, with the constricting fabric around his knees, but step by careful step he managed to manouevre them both up to the wall.
Bruck's eyes flew open as he realised that he was pinned between the unyeilding surface and the irresistible assault on his body. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Obi-Wan silenced him, placing a pale finger across the other man's golden lips.
"My turn now," he grinned.
They stood there, eyes locked, challenge and need warring. Then Bruck's tongue slowly licked its way up the silencing finger and he sucked it into his own mouth. It was as much of an acquiescence as Obi-Wan was going to get and he smiled a little to himself.
Gracefully, he slid to his knees in front of Bruck, eyeing the impressive erection before him. Licking his lips, he placed wet kisses on the bulging tip and then licked slowly along the underside.
Bruck was thrusting gently now but Obi-Wan reached up and pinned his hips to the wall. Bruck whimpered but he stilled, allowing Obi-Wan to set the pace. Obi-Wan nuzzled at the sensitive sacs, licking gently over the soft hairs, before sliding his way back up to take just the tip of Bruck's cock betwen his lips.
He paused, waiting.
"Please, Kenobi." The plea seemed to be dragged unwilling from the other boy's lips.
It was enough. In one long, smooth glide Obi-Wan enveloped the whole of Bruck's hard length until his nose was buried in the crisp white curls of the other padawan's groin. Bruck moaned and leaned back against the wall, eyes falling shut. His fingers curled around Obi-Wan's skull but he didn't try to force the pace.
Obi-Wan relaxed, licking and sucking and letting Bruck fuck his mouth. He used the opportunity to pull his own boots off and slide out of his leggings. Strangely, despite his near nakedness, he felt less vulnerable now that his range of movement was restored. He knelt at Bruck's feet, knees spread wide and his free hand running idly up and down his own shaft.
Obi-Wan's eyes closed. The soft moaning coming from the other man was intensely erotic and Obi-Wan just allowed himself to drift on the currents of sensation. The floor was hard below his knees, and the silk of Bruck's skin soft on his lips. One hand was gripping Bruck's leg to steady himself, and he could feel the other man's trembling tension in the long muscle of his thigh. He breathed in Bruck's dark, musky scent and tasted the sweet drops of liquid beginning to spill from the velvet shaft.
Distantly he heard a voice, saying something. Bruck's hands were stroking his chin now, lifting him up to look...
"Kenobi..." Bruck was gasping. "I want..."
Obi-Wan pulled his head back and looked up at Bruck. He stood, one hand still gripping Bruck, and smiled lazily.
"What do you want, Chun?" He idly worked a hand over the stiff flesh. "This?
"Or perhaps this?" Smiling at his reversal of Bruck's ealier teasing, Obi-Wan pushed his fingers deep between Bruck's legs to probe suggestively at the puckered opening.
"Oh yes..." Bruck hissed. "I mean... no."
"No?" Obi-Wan smiled, knowing he was being infuriating. He knew exactly what Bruck Chun wanted, but he wasn't going to make it any easier for the other Padawan. Bruck sighed softly and slid a hand down to cup Obi-Wan's buttocks.
"You," he said. "I want to fuck you, Kenobi. Please... Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan froze and the smile died away. No-one had ever said his name in quite that tone of voice before. The words had gone straight to his groin and suddenly he was so hard he was aching. He licked dry lips and stared into the other boy's eyes. Bruck was looking back at him with such lust, demanding he acquiesce, and at the same time begging him not to refuse. He nodded.
Silently, Obi-Wan shrugged out of the remnants of his clothing and carefully braced his palms against the wall on either side of Bruck's head, spreading his legs widely.
Without a word, Bruck ducked under one of his upraised arms, fumbling in his belt as he did so. There was a silence and then Obi-Wan felt the tips of Bruck's fingers just trailing down his naked back. He shivered, anticipating.
The spider footsteps continued down and over a hip bone. Bruck was certainly taking his time. Obi-Wan let his head droop a little, measuring his breathing, unwilling to break the spell by moving.
A hand smoothed over his buttocks and down his thigh before slowly gliding upwards between his legs. Obi-Wan shifted slighly, bending forward, offering himself up. The hard fingers parted his cheeks and pressed lightly on his entrance. Obi-Wan pushed back.
The finger disappeared, and Obi-Wan almost whimpered at the loss. He waited, counting the seconds, calming his own ragged breathing until the digit returned, cool and slick. Gently, almost reverently, the finger slid inside him.
Obi-Wan bit his lip. Bruck was fucking him with one finger and Obi-Wan pushed back hard, consciously relaxing, silently urging Bruck for more. The finger seemed thicker now. Two fingers then, and now Obi-Wan could feel himself stretching. He was ready, wanted to be taken, wanted to be filled, but Bruck was being so careful...
He moaned softly. He wasn't going to beg. He wasn't going to plead. He wasn't.
"Just fuck me, Bruck!"
He felt strangely bereft when the fingers withdrew but the thrill of anticipation was stronger. Something hard, cool and slick with more lube, was now nudging at his opening.
It hurt a little, going in. Obi-Wan gasped and stilled, feeling himself becoming slightly limp. Bruck's hands on his hips steadied him and he panted, relaxing into the pain and feeling it recede as the pleasure built.
Bruck was waiting, only partly buried in Obi-Wan's body. Obi-Wan could feel soft kisses, and a hand rubbing in smooth circles on his lower back, urging him to relax. Slowly, his breathing steadied itself and he nodded his head.
Carefully, Bruck pushed forward until he was fully sheathed and Obi-Wan almost shreiked in triumph, sagging forwards against the wall and supporting himself on his forearms. He could just see Bruck's dark hand claiming his erection, now quickly regaining its hardness.
Obi-Wan stifled a long moan. Bruck was gasping wordlessly, his hot breath hissing over Obi-Wan's back as he started to move, pushing in harder and harder. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, lost in sensation as he rocked back against Bruck and then forward into the tunnel of Bruck's hand. It was so unexpected. He'd come to spar with a rival and now suddenly he was up against a wall being fucked like street trade. And it was wonderful.
Bruck's breath was coming harder now, harsh sobs as he drove into Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan's knees were trembling with tension. He tilted his hips more -- and suddenly Bruck was brushing against some secret spot that sent a shudder of pleasure through Obi-Wan's entire body. He wanted to howl, to cry out, and he bit down on his forearm to stifle his cries. Bruck's grip on his hips was hard enough to leave bruises and now his rhythm was growing ragged. Obi-Wan silently pleaded -- just a little more. The edge was so close and he was hanging on by his fingertips. Just a little more.
It was as if Bruck could hear him. With a sobbing cry, Bruck thrust harder, scraping accross that pleasure spot once and once again and suddenly Obi-Wan was flinging his head back and howling as he flipped over the edge, tumbling into heaven, spattering his release accross the wall.
Obi-Wan's muscles were frozen and his legs were giving way as he felt Bruck pulsing his own climax inside him, Bruck's cry of pleasure sounding distant over the roaring in his ears. He sagged back into the other man's arms and as their knees gave out, sank with him to the floor.
They lay there, panting heavily, coming back to reality slowly. Obi-Wan could feel Bruck's cheek resting against his back and he slowly wriggled around until Bruck was lying on his chest. It seemed strange to be lying on a training room floor with Bruck Chun, sated and mindless with the aftermath of orgasm. He wasn't sure if he should hold the other man, and he wasn't going to kiss him, so he settled for gently stroking Bruck's back.
"Don't think this means we're friends, Kenobi," Bruck said, finally.
Obi-Wan snorted. "No. Just means that next time we spar, your ass is mine." He ran a hand possessively over the smooth buttocks to emphasise his point.
"Anytime, Kenobi." Bruck Chun grinned. "Anytime."