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Pairing:  Obi-Wan/Bruck Chun

Category:  non-Q/O, PWP

Rating:  NC-17

Summary:  Obi-Wan is persuaded to give his brain a rest and think with something else for a change

Disclaimer:  not mine, alas, no matter *how* many toys I buy. Everything here belongs to George.

Feedback:  of any variety is very much appreciated, but not essential -- I'll post anyway!  I've suffered for my art, now it's
your turn....

Notes:  in the past few weeks I've spent *far* too many days cooped up in a library revising for exams.  After several hours
stuck in a corner with nobody in sight and just bad carpet and journals older than the building (which was built in 1881) for
company, the mind starts to wander a bit....

Thanks to RavenD for the series and the nagg-, er, encouragement, and to Dee for being the best beta out there!  Any
remaining mistakes are entirely mine.

*  * = italics

Tacet:  it is silent

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It was hopeless.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter the frustration building, it just *wasn't* going in.

Obi-Wan sighed softly and ran a hand back through his short brown hair as he tried to focus on the dusty tome before him.  He had been staring at the same volume for hours, jotting notes into his open datapad, ever more aware of the way that time was marching on.  Four days left, just four days....  The test on 'The Development and Structure of Pre-Contact Planetary Belief Systems in the Galactic Core' was one of the most feared in the padawan training schedule, not least because none of the original texts were in a format that modern equipment could read.  So, if he wanted a good mark, it was down to the bowels of the Temple's Great Library and into the realm of the fearsome Master Librarian Zheeral, who had been known to throw unfortunates out for so much as breathing too loudly in the presence of her precious books.

Four days to go.

He was never going to make it....

Raising his eyes from the archaic script that curled across the fragile page before him, Obi-Wan looked over the study table at
Bruck Chun, his fellow sufferer in this academic hell.  Bruck's attention was fully on the book that lay open on his desk, his
blue eyes narrowed beneath pale, knotted brows.  The reading lamp illuminated his silver-white hair, making it a bright splash in
the half-light of the library, a stark and shining contrast to the dull tones and silent shadows that filled the great room.

Obi-Wan watched the other padawan for a few moments, wondering what was going through his mind, wondering if he was feeling the pressure as badly as Obi-Wan himself was.  The two of them had long been rivals but the main aim here was not to do better than your peers but merely to survive the test... and any company in the echoing gloom of the lower library was more than welcome.

Turning back to his book, Obi-Wan stifled a yawn, wondering how long they had been down there and how much longer it would be until they left.  The age of the texts around them flavoured the Force itself in this place, muting its touch as if it too were afraid to disturb the silent knowledge of the past.  It made it hard to judge the passage of time, hard to concentrate on the
pressing need to absorb and move on, hard to --

He looked up, suddenly aware of eyes upon him, and found himself meeting Bruck's gaze across the table.  The other padawan looked as bored as Obi-Wan felt but there was a hint of mischief in his expression that made Obi-Wan feel suddenly wary -- he didn't trust that look on Chun.  He glanced around to see if Zheeral were anywhere in sight but there was no sign of the tall, sapphire-scaled librarian.  Not that out of sight meant out of earshot, of course....

Gently closing the volume before him, Obi-Wan pushed himself up, cradling the book carefully as he carried it back to its place on the shelves.  Another tome that he would never have to look at again in his life, but even as he replaced it he could almost
*feel* the knowledge leaching from his brain, fading into the half-light that surrounded him.  Maybe it was time to take a break --

No, he couldn't spare the time.  He only had four days....

He was about to pull another solidly bound volume from its niche when he became aware of a quiet presence behind him, of a body too close.  His hand fell away from the book as he turned, fully expecting to find an irate Master Zheeral looming over him.  He instead found himself meeting Bruck's blue gaze, the other padawan standing a bare handspan away with an evil-looking smile on his brown face.  Obi-Wan opened his mouth to ask just what he thought he was doing but was hushed by a slender finger across his lips. He frowned, looking askance at the other, and Bruck's grin turned feral as he leaned in and replaced the silencing finger with his mouth.

Obi-Wan's first instinct was to pull away from the kiss but the shelves at his back blocked his movement and he instead found
himself pressed against the books, spine to spine, as Bruck's lips teased at his own.  Firm hands grasped at Obi-Wan's sides, sliding down towards his tightly-clad buttocks, and he found himself responding with a sudden, unexpected desperation as his body finally found a way to release the knot of tension that had coiled itself somewhere behind his breastbone.  Opening his mouth to the warm tongue that demanded entrance, Obi-Wan slid one arm around Bruck's waist, his free hand catching the long silver rope of the other padawan's braid.  Twisting the length of hair between his fingers, he made a leash of it as he pushed away from the shelving to grind his erection against Bruck's own swollen crotch.

Bruck broke away from the contact with a soft hiss and Obi-Wan tugged on the white braid sharply, refusing to allow the other to be the sole aggressor.  Dilated blue eyes met equally aroused grey, their gaze holding a mixture of challenge and acquiescence as Bruck slid gracefully to his knees on the aged orange and green pile of the carpet.  Leaning in, he rubbed his face against the bulge in Obi-Wan's trous, inhaling deeply as he nuzzled and licked the solid length of the erection through the barrier of cloth. Dark hands kneaded Obi-Wan's muscular rear for a few moments before sliding round to ease beneath the layers of cream tunic and release his prize.

Obi-Wan tightened his grip on the pale braid as he felt his cock spring free of its confinement, felt hot breath against the
slickened and weeping head.  He bit his lip, hard, as Bruck swept his tongue along the underside of the swollen shaft then closed his mouth about the head and swallowed Obi-Wan whole, taking him to the root.  He daren't make a sound, not with Zheeral prowling somewhere nearby, no matter how much he wanted to scream at the sheer sensation of what Bruck was doing to him, of what he was allowing to be done....

Oh gods, he needed *more*.

Reaching with his free hand, Obi-Wan grasped the short white ponytail at the back of Bruck's head, using it and the braid as
anchors as animal instinct took over and he began to fuck the other padawan's face with short, jerking thrusts of his hips.  He
felt Bruck's snuffled protest more than he heard it but he couldn't stop himself, not until strong throat muscles rippled
smoothly around him and the world turned on its end for an impossible, glorious moment....

When his brain cleared, Obi-Wan found himself leaning limply against the shelves with his leggings around his knees and his
lower lip bloody from the effort of holding back his cry of completion.  Bruck still knelt before him, blue eyes hungry, a
pale trickle of semen escaping the corner of his mouth to glisten against his smooth brown chin.  As Obi-Wan watched, the other padawan slowly drew the back of a hand across his lips, wiping away the evidence of their brief union, then pushed himself to his feet.  He didn't say a word as he shoved Obi-Wan up against the bookshelves, capturing his mouth again in a fierce kiss before drawing back to delicately lap at the crimson that stained the bitten lip.  Obi-Wan held his breath as Bruck's attentions moved downwards, sharp teeth nipping at his jaw, his throat, before fastening over his pulse point, warm lips pressing against the tender skin as Bruck suckled a passion mark into being.  Tilting his head back, Obi-Wan allowed the brand, his brain still swimming with the suddenness of this release.  He needed this, they both needed this....

Four days.  But surely ten silent, stolen minutes wouldn't hurt?

Pulling back from Obi-Wan's throat, Bruck licked at the slowly spreading mark and fumbled with his clothing, pulling his blood-
heavy erection free to press wetly against the other padawan's thigh.  Stifling his moan, Obi-Wan shifted against Bruck's weight,
feeling callused fingers groping at his backside, probing for his entrance, and wondered as to the other padawan's intentions --
there was nothing here to use for lubrication and he didn't think Bruck willing or able to wait.  Turning that thought over in his
mind, Obi-Wan found it unexpectedly arousing to imagine Bruck forcing his way past the tight muscle, pounding him into the
ancient shelves with no regard for Zheeral's beloved books or Obi- Wan's well-being.  Oh yes.  Some pains could definitely be
borne....

Bruck was in less brutal mood than Obi-Wan's fancy, however. Spitting into his palm, he slicked his cock before slightly
parting the sweat-sheened thighs and pressing himself between them, nudging at Obi-Wan's balls as he thrust hard and high.
Leaning back against the wood, Obi-Wan wrapped one arm around Bruck's body, letting his other hand cradle the back of his
partner's head as he drew him in for a hungry kiss.  Bruck responded eagerly and Obi-Wan smothered the soft, panting moans
with his mouth, swallowing the sounds of passion even as he felt the erotic tension building in the Force, clear counterpoint to
his own efforts of minutes before.  Bruck was close, so close, holding himself back by sheer effort of will as he slammed his
cock into the firm heat between Obi-Wan's thighs.  So close --

An electric flash in the Force and Bruck shuddered and stiffened in Obi-Wan's embrace, his seed coating the other padawan's balls and softened cock, a stray splash spattering warm pearlescent drops across the aged volume behind him.  Tongue thrusting deep into his lover's mouth, Obi-Wan held Bruck silent as his orgasm left him breathless, sagging against Obi-Wan's chest.  It was a few moments before either moved, but finally Bruck drew back, wiping himself clean with a trailing edge of tunic before pulling his clothing back into a semblance of neatness.  He stood there, watching, as Obi-Wan straightened up and mopped his dripping thighs and sac, clearing away the evidence of their mute liaison as best he could -- they both desperately needed a change of clothes but that was a task for later.

Later.  All of a sudden, *later* held a fascinating new set of possibilities.  Obi-Wan looked at Bruck, meeting the sated blue
gaze squarely, and let his mind drift to what they might do in other circumstances, circumstances where they didn't have to hold
their tongues.  The thought of hearing his old rival screaming his name from beneath him held an appeal that Obi-Wan had never
previously considered --

Four days.

Pulling out the book he had come to this deserted corner to fetch, Obi-Wan stared at the glistening droplets decorating the spine for a few moments before bending his head to clean them away with the tip of his tongue, aware of blue eyes on him as he did so.  For a few moments they stood there, gazes locked, then Bruck quirked a smug smile at Obi-Wan and quietly turned to vanish back between the shelves, returning to his desk and his studies.

Oh, but this was going to be *good*....

*After* the exam, Obi-Wan told himself firmly, refusing to let himself ponder whether Bruck's arse was the same smooth brown as his face.  In four days time he could drag the other padawan aside and explore this new-found fascination properly, but until then....

Until then, academia called, the need to study as intense as ever even if the bright edge of stress had been dulled a little.  Obi-
Wan smiled to himself as he quietly carried the book back to his desk -- he would have to compliment Bruck on his diversionary tactics.  Then he would have to show him a few of his own.

For four days, the books were their primary concern.

But in five days, things were going to get interesting.

END