Summary: It's Club Nite at the Academy, where Obi-Wan gets into
something Wild.
TPM/Velvet Goldmine crossover
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Obi-Wan was feeling restless.
He sat alone in his room at the Jedi Academy just staring out
of the tiny window to the greying night sky beyond. His master
had given him leave for the night and also had encouraged him
to head over to the "club nite" party being thrown for work
free Padawans and their friends. Obi-Wan was not in the mood to
socialize much less party. He was sleepy. He wanted to be with
his master.
A knock on the door made him look up.
"It's open!" he shouted turning away from the window to face
the small girl who now stood in the doorway of the room.
"Come along, young Obi-Wan," she said simply, holding her hand
out to him.
"I'm not... I really don't want to go, Wei'hu," he said,
creasing his brow and pulling a tired face.
"You can not stay in your room. Not tonight. You won't miss
this party. How often does Master Jinn give you time to
yourself?"
The girl said this firmly and without another word, or giving
him a chance to protest further, she went, retrieved the
reluctant Padawan and pulled him from the room.
Together they descended into the depths of the Academy to where
the music thrummed the stone walls.
"You'll have fun," she said over her shoulder. "I promise."
"I doubt it," he muttered walking with her through the naked
stone archway.
There were no decorations in the room except for long tables
lining the walls. A live band in the corner jammed happily and
tirelessly through song after song. Obi-Wan surveyed the crowd,
thick with people he knew and some he didn't know. Hot bodies
pushed up against him, fingers yanked playfully at his clothes
as he swam by. He didn't bother to glance around and along the
way, he lost Wei'hu as he moved to the banquet tables. At
least, maybe he could get something good to eat. He leaned on
the edge of the table and reached over platters heaped high
with visual feasts and plucked up a small square of Naboo
Chocolate. It was his favorite and he popped the whole thing in
his mouth.
A hand pressing his shoulder made him turn. Swiveling, wholly
expecting to see Wei'hu's smiling face he instead found himself
looking directly into the greenish eyes of a young man he
didn't know. He was a human, about his height with shoulder
length lemony blonde hair, parted rakishly in the center.
Around his seductive eyes, he wore smudged black liner, making
him look smoky and sultry and maybe a little slutty. His short
fingernails were painted a dark shimmering brown. Pale brown
leather pants pulled down over black boots tightly hugged his
narrow hips and his darker brown shirt lay neatly open at his
throat.
Just from the hair alone, Obi-Wan thought, he knew this man
wasn't a Padawan. He must be a friend of a friend of someone.
The young man smiled, his eyes not leaving Obi-Wan's. There was
something in that smile that made the young apprentice take in
a breath. They must have stared at each other for a long while,
because the chocolate had dissolved in his mouth before he
opened it finally to speak.
"Sorry," he said hastily, "I'm in the way..."
"No, actually," answered the blonde man with a smile. "I just
wanted to see if I knew you. I wanted to get a look at your
face."
Obi-Wan shook his head, not quite comprehending why his heart
was beating so fast all of a sudden. It wasn't from terror, but
from excitement. He was responding to the mystery in the
blonde's green eyes and sensual demeanor. Even the way he stood
there, with his weight resting on one hip and the other hip
stuck out raffishly; he didn't seem to have a care in the
world. He was just in the mix and enjoying the moment.
"I don't know you," Obi-Wan finally managed to say.
He then noticed that the blonde man had not removed his hand
from his shoulder, but deep within him, he didn't mind the
touch of his warm fingers.
"Well," the boy grinned, his pale green eyes lighting with an
amused shine. "I'm Curt. Curt Wild... and you?"
"Obi-Wan Kenobi," he answered, and then continued with, "what a
strange name you have."
Curt let his hand slip down from Obi-Wan's shoulder, pressed
his pouty lips together, and arched his dark eyebrows in mock
disgust.
"I can say the same about yours," he said. "But I won't."
Curt relished the embarrassed flush that colored Obi-Wan's
cheeks and it made him smile again. So, he thought, this
beautiful boy was human after all. He felt relieved and it
inspired him to act.
"I'm sorry... I..." Obi-Wan began, but Curt ignored him and
pushed passed the young Jedi.
He surveyed the banquet table, his thumbs hooked into the belt
loops of his pants.
"What a spread," he said admiring all the food laid out along
the dark blue table covering. "Good food, good time... Shit!
I'm glad I came."
He then turned around and slung a familiar arm about Obi-Wan's
shoulders, pulling him around to the table again.
"Aren't you?" Curt asked, leaning a little too close to the boy
he'd just met.
"Aren't I what?" Obi-Wan asked quickly, hoping his pounding
heart wasn't showing through his shirt.
He hadn't been paying attention to Curt's words, but the
languid silky drawl of his voice and the heat of his body
burning into his own.
"Aren't you glad that you came?"
Obi-Wan allowed himself to relax and then grin.
"I'm beginning to," he admitted, smiling.
"Good!" Curt laughed merrily, clapping his shoulders.
He took up a glass plate and shoving it into Obi-Wan's
unsuspecting hands, immediately began to pile it with meats and
fruits he'd never seen before. It all looked too good to pass
up. Obi-Wan held the plate in both hands and watched with
growing desire, the gorgeous blonde young man drape a cloth
napkin over the heap of food, grab the sleeve of his tunic and
lead him to a close gathering of low cushions near the wall
where they could consume their bounty. They sat beside each
other on fluffy red pillows and crossed their legs before them.
Obi-Wan, too excited to eat merely watched the party swirl
around them. He found himself highly aware of Curt's energetic
presence and the magnetism he exuded. It was like being drawn
to an enormous magnet, where he had no will or want to fight
him.
Around a mouthful of fresh bread, Curt leaned over to Obi-Wan,
rested a hand on his bent knee and shouted over the music and
noise, "You seem like a nice bloke! What the fuck are you doing
here?"
Obi-Wan took a moment to collect his thoughts, to tear them
away from the hand still on his knee. How could just one
seemingly innocent touch from a man he barely knew drive him so
desperately wild.
"Training," he croaked, clearing his dry throat. "I'm in
training to be a Jedi master. With my master Qui-Gon Jinn."
Curt chewed his food thoughtfully, his eyes on Obi-Wan's
lowered face. Grinning, he swallowed noticing how reverentially
Obi-Wan said the name of his master. It was almost as if the
name had been written on a grain of Cordeu silver and stored in
an armed vault. He saw the Jedi in training slide a glance over
to him and then quickly dart his eyes away.
"What's he like?"
Curt had asked the magic question, and Obi-Wan could have gone
on and on, but he could not bring himself to even mention his
master's excellent qualities. Especially not with the
lascivious thoughts that would accompany his compliments. He
looked off into the dancing crowd hoping to find a familiar
face to save him from his uncertain doom.
"He's..." Obi-Wan began clinically. "He's a fine Jedi Master.
I've been with him for 14 years and I am pleased to be learning
from him."
Curt looked closely at him. There was no way that Obi-Wan had
that little to say about the man with whom he'd spent 14
closely confined years of his life.
"Am I making you shy?" he teased.
Obi-Wan quickly filled his mouth with a piece of fruit, winced
at the tartness that attacked his taste buds and shook his
head. He couldn't fight down the red brightening his cheeks,
even if he tried. The heat of his face made his eyes water and
he ducked his head even more when he heard Curt's laugh.
"I am making you shy..." he giggled, leaning down hard
on Obi-Wan's thigh. "How cool!"
Curt then tipped his chin to look into Obi-Wan's face before
swooping in to lightly brush his lips against his cheek.
Stiffening, Obi-Wan shot a frantic look around them.
"What are you doing?!" he hissed bouncing his knee to dislodge
Curt's hand.
The blonde sat back, a satisfied smile on his luscious lips.
The look on the Obi-Wan's face was priceless, and he cherished
the unmistakable glint of arousal and encouragement in his
eyes. Obi-Wan was just playing hard to get, he was sure of it,
but he also knew if he pressed him too hard, he would hop up
and slash short their time together.
"Oh, c'mon Obi-Wan..." he murmured grinning and let the
temptation in his voice hang in the air.
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Obi-Wan, though
the lack of conviction in his voice betrayed his words.
"You know," answered the angel that seduced him with his green
eyes and radiated promise of sexual delight.
Obi-Wan swallowed hard, failing to still his pounding heart,
and the stirring of his cock. He quickly went through his
breathing exercises to calm himself, but to no avail. It all
went out of his head when the blonde stood and waited
expectantly. Obi-Wan let his eyes trail up his long leather
clad legs to the unmistakable bulge behind his button fly. He
let out a sharp breath and clambered to his feet. Without
waiting, without words passing between them, he led the way
through the surging crowd and out of the building.
His mind swam.
If anyone caught him with this unusual young man... he shook
his head and let his thoughts trail.
Curt trotted a little to catch up with the quickly moving boy
and then stopped walking all together. He dug through his
pockets and pulled out a menthol cigarette. He lit it and took
a long drag. He breathed the smoke out through his nostrils and
gave himself a quick pep talk before trailing the Jedi again.
Obi-Wan walked along the quiet moonlit stone path that led
through the water gardens at the side of the Academy and to the
dorms. He wasn't going to take the direct public route to his
rooms, rather, he felt more comfortable taking the long hidden
way around. Lost in thought and self-justification, he did not
realize that Curt was quickly closing the distance between
them. Then he felt the touch and he nearly exploded out of his
skin. Curt had stroked the flat of his palm along the curve of
Obi-Wan's hip. He jumped and turned defensively to protect his
lightsaber. Curt merely flashed his alluring grin and shrugged.
"I wasn't going for it," he said gently mischievous, reading
the surprised expression on Obi-Wan's face.
His mouth flopped open, his mind searching for lost words of
protest, finding his normally clear thoughts, filled with only
a buzzing noise. He shook his head again and numb with pulsing
arousal he watched Curt draw near to him. Obi-Wan stopped him
and reached up to pluck the cigarette from his lips. He
inspected the smoking tube and with his fingertips quickly
extinguished it. He gave it back to Curt who had been staring
him with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.
Curt chuckled indulgently, tucked the crushed butt in his
pocket and pressed against Obi-Wan's chest, sliding his wet
lips over the young Jedi's half open mouth. Curt reached up and
trailed his fingers into his short hair. Obi-Wan couldn't catch
his breath. It was as if he was steeped in flammable liquid and
Curt was the igniting flame. He felt his eyes roll back and his
lids slip shut against the torment of the hot heady kiss. The
light sensations of Curt's fingers tripping along his scalp
were unbearably tantalizing and the creature of dark craving
stirred deep within him again. Obi-Wan took a step back,
tearing out of the embrace.
Curt, breathing raggedly, looked closely at him his hand still
wrapped around the Padawan's waist length braid.
"I hope you don't make it a habit of running away from me so
quickly," he said releasing the braid and watching it thump
back into place against his shoulder.
Obi-Wan's handsome face relaxed into a smile and he nodded to
Curt.
"Come," he said finally with a jerk of his head.
"Soon, I hope," Curt said wistfully under his breath.
Hearing him, Obi-Wan stared and frowned, not understanding his
words. After a quick hesitation he burst into excited giggles
when the meaning dawned on him. He covered his mouth with his
hand and reached out with the other to grasp Curt's.
He twined his fingers about Obi-Wan's and together they moved
off towards his rooms. Obi-Wan, like the rest of the students
at the academy had a private room, which came in handy whenever
he needed to escape. This was one of those times he needed to
escape. The two made it through the quiet sterile halls without
being accosted and only when Obi-Wan faced his closed door did
the realization of his actions dawn on him. He nearly moaned
with pleasure.
The door eased open on invisible seams and Obi-Wan quickly
ushered the young man into the cool darkness of the room.
"Niiicceee," Curt whistled softly and immediately went to look
out the window. "Far out view. Wow! You Jedis have it made."
"Jedi..." Obi-Wan said without thinking.
"What?" Curt asked from somewhere in the consuming darkness.
He had moved away from the window where Obi-Wan could see his
silhouette to somewhere else in the room where he could not
readily see him, at least with his eyes.
"Jedi..." Obi-Wan repeated. "It's the same singularly as
plurally."
Curt's throaty laugh resonated in the quiet of the dark,
sending a tremor through the young Jedi.
"How proper," said the blonde licking his lips, "I like that."
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, his mind half on tracking Curt's
presence in the dark, half on his stiffening erection. The
latter began to engulf him and the sudden warm curl of Curt's
breath against his ear startled him. This time he didn't move.
He didn't open his eyes.
"I lied to you, earlier," Curt whispered, very close to his
ear, his voice husky and low.
Obi-Wan didn't trust his voice to speak. The scent of Curt
flowed about him, choking off all coherent thought.
"I told you that I wanted to see who you were..."
He flicked out the tip of his tongue, tracing it very lightly
along his ear. Obi-Wan bit back a cry of pleasure, clenching
his fists at his sides. Every ounce of his concentration zeroed
in on Curt's flexible tongue.
"But I had already knew I was going to approach you when I saw
you come in."
Visibly, Obi-Wan shuddered. It was so overpowering, what the
blonde was doing to him. He'd never felt so... wicked. The word
to describe his emotions came into his mind so easily, that he
chuckled.
"You don't believe me?" Curt asked, hearing the laugh, but
unaware of the Padawan's thoughts.
"I don't care," he admitted reaching up in the dark and
grasping Curt's shoulders.
Obi-Wan leaned into the young man, letting his mouth open over
Curt's and immediately he swept his arms about the young Jedi
pulling him close. Obi-Wan gently tested the warm boundaries of
Curt's mouth with the tip of his tongue and heard him groan his
appreciation.
He stroked his fingers through the lank soft blonde hair
opening his mouth to Curt's searching tongue. He slipped his
tongue over and around Obi-Wan's, drawing from him the softest
gasp that made him respond in kind. Curt massaged Obi-Wan's
firm ass with strong talented fingers, pressing harder into the
kiss. Breaking away, Obi-wan grinned sloppily and reached out
to cup Curt's hot cheek. With a gentle tug, he led him to his
bed.
Deft hands pulled at constricting clothes and hungry mouths
nipped and sucked at exposed flesh. Obi-Wan who possessed far
greater strength and agility took the upper hand, pressing
Curt's lithe body into the mattress. Curt moaned, his voice
heavy with lust, his whole body aching with want for the young
Jedi.
He opened his mouth wide, silently entreating Obi-Wan for more.
The young Jedi crushed himself between Curt's open knees
pushing the shirt back off his shoulders. He devoured Curt's
mouth, sucking at his lips with each sultry hungry kiss,
listening to him make small sighs and whimpering sounds.
Obi-Wan pumped his hips against Curt's smiling privately at how
he arched up to him. His hard erection pushed against Obi-Wan's
and through his pants, Obi-Wan stroked and soothed the blonde's
throbbing misery.
Obi-Wan raised his head and looked down into Curt's green eyes.
The boy looked up at him, a vision of rapture; blonde hair
strewn over the pillow, eyes half shut, wet ruddy mouth open
slightly. Obi-Wan had to take him and roughly at that. He
stroked fingertips over the bridge of Curt's nose and down over
his lips. He bent his head, flicking his tongue between those
parted lips. They breathed the other's breath, fed off each
quiet groan of pleasure, and tested hot moist flesh with
trembling fingertips. Curt captured his tongue with his lips
lifting his upper body off the bed to lose himself in Obi-Wan.
He twined his arms about Obi-Wan's upper back, desperate for
every bit of him. Obi-Wan mercilessly pushed him down.
Looking deep into his eyes again, Obi-Wan finally whispered, "I
can't..."
"Please, Obi-Wan," Curt begged alarmed that the Jedi would pull
closed what clothes remained on his body and end their play.
Curt sat up and reached out frantically clutching his fingers
into the flesh of Obi-Wan's naked shoulders.
Obi-Wan sat back on his heels between Curt's splayed knees and
looked at him.
Still a luscious vision Obi-Wan thought biting down on
his bottom lip. Even with the mascara.
The blonde gave him a soft smile, brushing his long hair back
behind his ears. Curt tried another approach to coax Obi-Wan
back into his arms. Curt shrugged off his sagging shirt and
tossed it aside, please to see Obi-Wan's eyes drop to his bare
chest.
Obi-Wan could see a light line of hair pointing down and passed
the open top of his pale brown leather pants. He yearned to
kiss that hair, but he refrained. He knew he wasn't going to
refuse the beautiful man in his bed, he just wanted to make him
to beg for it.
"I want you so bad I can't stand it..." Curt said, his voice on
the verge between a gasp and a moan.
Excitement leapt within Obi-Wan like flames and he no longer
fought to suppress it. He unbuttoned Curt's pants the rest of
the way and was even more aroused to find that he wore nothing
beneath it. Curt lifted his hips, resting his weight on his
elbows, shamelessly thrusting his pelvis forward. Ravenously he
bent and brushed his lips along the stiff cock that sprang from
the confines of the pants.
Curt arched and breathlessly cried out.
"Yesss!"
Chuckling, Obi-Wan licked the pointed tip of his tongue over
the swollen pink head, focusing slight pressure as he worked
his tongue around and around it. Curt nearly lost his hold on
his control. Pleasure exploded in his brain, making his entire
body tighten and every muscle and nerve ending draw taut.
Obi-Wan pulled back and yanked off the leather pants and threw
them on their pile of clothes. He then wriggled out of his own
bottoms and stretched out atop Curt's moist body.
"You're gorgeous," he murmured, burying his face into his sweet
smelling blonde hair.
Curt twined his legs about Obi-Wan's hips, lacing his fingers
through the Jedi's closely cropped mane. Obi-Wan blindly
reached up and clasped his wrists pinning them to the bed and
began lavishing his writhing body with possessive licks and
kisses. He teased the dark nipples erect, sucking them with his
lips before moving down to dip his tongue into the well of his
belly. Curt struggled against Obi-Wan, ecstatic at the feeling
of being bound by his new lover. He whispered his name, pushing
his hips up again.
Obi-Wan studied his pale cock, breathing lightly upon it,
loving the wild cries coming from the boy beneath him. He
tasted the surprisingly sweet pre-cum collecting at the tip
easing his mouth carefully over his entire head. Curt moaned,
arching again almost completely off the bed. Obi-Wan used his
weight to hold him down. Obi-Wan engulfed Curt's erection,
swallowing him stroking with his lips and tongue to mercilessly
bring the young blonde to his acme.
Curt thrust his rock hard cock deep into the wet circle Obi-Wan
made with his lips, trying not to rush the orgasm that raged
within him. He squeezed his eyes shut, his voice pleading and
loud in the quiet darkness. He wrenched free of the Jedi's
grasp and clenched his fingers on Obi-Wan's shoulders, digging
his fingernails into the vulnerable skin. He was edging ever
more closely to coming, his body torn between letting go and
refraining to savor the moment.
Obi-Wan moved with Curt's bucking body, using his free hand to
stroke his own swollen erection. He too squeezed his eyes shut,
his mouth and hand working frantically. It surprised him to
feel cool helpless tears leaking down the curves of his cheeks.
"Obi-Wan... Obi-Wan!" Curt gasped over and over his voice heavy
with contented satisfaction.
Mindful that he might be overheard if he went full blown and
thus embarrass Obi-Wan to his cohorts, Curt battled to contain
the scream rising within him. He clapped both hands over his
mouth. With one final muffled cry, he spurted hard into
Obi-Wan's willing mouth. And in the trembling wake of Curt's
violent orgasm, Obi-Wan too came, his own cream jetting like a
geyser over his clenching fingers. Then both collapsed upon hot
sheets spent and breathing hard from the encounter. Obi-Wan
finished teasing the last of Curt's orgasm out of him before
lifting his head. With a gratified grin he crawled up along
Curt's still shuddering body. Curt opened his eyes and stared
almost dumbly up at the young Jedi.
Obi-Wan grinned at him. He couldn't resist asking, "Want to
taste you in my mouth?"
Curt's sated features brightened into a lazy grin and pulling
Obi-Wan down he gave into the salty sweet kiss. Curt rolled him
over, laughing boyishly and propped himself above the Jedi. He
brushed his long sweat damp blonde hair out of his face.
Obi-Wan reached up to tuck away a stray strand, letting his
fingers trail across his cheek. Their eyes held for a moment
before Obi-Wan rolled from beneath him and onto his belly. He
rested his head upon his folded arms relishing the light stroke
of Curt's fingers moving delicately along his shoulder blades.
"I am glad to know you, Obi-Wan Kenobi," he murmured placing a
warm kiss on his skin.
He chuckled turning his head to look at Curt.
"You can profess to know me better than most," he said.
Curt rubbed his face on Obi-Wan's shoulder and eased an arm
across his naked back.
"Tell me more about your master, Qui-Gon Jinn," Curt whispered.
Obi-Wan felt the hairs all over his body rising to attention as
lips moved to caress his ear.
"I love him," Obi-Wan blurted and for once did not feel the
pangs of regret or embarrassment at his admission.
"I thought as much," Curt smiled, stroking his hand down his
lover's back. "I met your master only moments before I met
you."
Obi-Wan was quiet, holding his breath, hearing the distant
booming of the party music. Was Curt being sincere, or was this
a horrid trick? He groaned inwardly, hoping he had not just
tripped into the biggest mistake of his life.
"You did?" he wanted to know.
Curt's emerald eyes glittered in the dim light coming through
the open window.
"Yes. He almost mistook me for you."
"Almost..." Obi-Wan murmured dejectedly.
"So you see Obi-Wan Kenobi. It's true. It was not a mistake
that we met this night. We are soul mates. See... we even look
alike."
Obi-Wan laughed at that and quickly kissed his smiling lips. He
could feel the sincerity thrumming through Curt and he ceased
to distrust him.
"So, I had to find what sort of boy this sinfully handsome man
had taken as his apprentice. I knew he... you... had to be
something magnificent."
He giggled a little and added, "And for him to look like me,
what a plus!"
Obi-Wan returned his smile and reached out to press the blonde
boy against him. Curt went willingly and melted into the warm
giving kiss, opening his mouth to Obi-Wan's slippery probing
and thrusting tongue.
"I have a request, Obi-Wan," he said softly, moving his lips
slowly against his.
"What?" Obi-Wan sighed, enraptured again by Curt's sinewy body.
"Let us enjoy your master, together."
Obi-Wan, unable to resist Curt, relished the delicious
proposition that hung in the air between them. Oh the
temptation of what he suggested thrilled him and he allowed
himself to briefly imagine what possibly could unfold with the
three of them.
"Yesss..." Obi-Wan whispered, loosing himself into the kiss
again.
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