Fic: Keeping Control (Star Wars Prequel, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Bail Organa, FRAO)

[kathierif_fic]

Title: Keeping Control
Author: kathierif_fic
Fandom: Star Wars (Prequel)
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Bail Organa
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 1925 words
Summary: It wasn’t that Bail Organa didn’t trust Obi-Wan Kenobi. He just wasn’t so sure that this was such a good idea.
Author’s Notes: Written for kink_bingo, for the prompts suspension



It was not, Bail Organa, senator of the planet Alderaan and Alderaanian viceroy, thought vaguely, that he didn't trust Jedi Master Kenobi, Obi-Wan for his friends, implicitly. He trusted Obi-Wan more than he trusted a lot of people he regularly worked with. He trusted him more than he trusted most of his friends and all of his advisors. In fact, he trusted the General as much as he trusted his own wife, the one person in the entire galaxy that was closest to him.

If there was one man he wanted to have covering his back in this war, it was General Kenobi, and if there was one person - besides his wife - he trusted his heart with, it was Obi-Wan.

He still had some doubts that this was such a good idea.

Massive doubts, to be quite honest.

His fingers clutched at thin air, searching for something, anything, to cling to, but without any success. He was floating in the middle of his bedroom in his apartment on Coruscant, far enough from all the walls to avoid bumping into them, and high enough that falling would hurt a lot, he was sure.

He lifted his head and raised his eyebrows at Obi-Wan, who stood, dressed in just his undertunics, his eyes half-closed and heavy-lidded, a few steps from where Bail was floating.

"You know," Bail said mildly, trying to avoid showing the rising fear that constricted his chest and made breathing increasingly difficult, "there is a perfectly functional bed, right in this rom. In fact, Obi-Wan, you just need to turn around, and you'd be standing right in front of it."

Obi-Wan's lips twitched into a grin. "I know," he replied. "But I thought we'd try something new today." The grin widened, showing his white teeth. "Wasn't it you who complained about this - " he waved his hand in a gesture that included both Bail and himself as well as the room around them, "-being always the same?"

Bail groaned and allowed his head to fall back. There was nothing his head could fall into, and he left it hanging. "This is definitely not what I had in mind," he told the picture on the wall that he only saw upside-down now.

Obi-Wan laughed softly. "Trust the Force," he quoted and stepped closer. His hand suddenly and unexpectedly came to rest against Bail's thigh, right above his knee, his body heat seeping through Bail's dark grey leggings, and Bail was certain that, if he hadn't been hanging suspended in the air, he would have jumped under the sudden caress.

Obi-Wan's fingers moved along his thigh and brushed teasingly along the top of his waistband. "I can control my abilities in the Force," he said, his voice quiet but confident.

Bail lifted his head again. "I don't doubt that," he said dryly, "even if I thought the goal of this...exercise was to lose control, not keep it."

Obi-Wan gave him a confident smile.

"Don't you trust me?" he asked teasingly and bent down, to nuzzle against Bail's still clothed groin.

The first tendrils of arousal since he found himself floating started to uncurl in Bail's stomach, and he exhaled loudly.

"You know I do," he replied quietly, not the shadow of a doubt in him. He trusted Obi-Wan, and when Obi-Wan said that he was perfectly safe like this, he knew that it was the truth.

Realizing that allowed him to relax slightly.

"Then let me do this," Obi-Wan murmured and nudged Bail's tunic out of the way, to lay a soft kiss against his stomach. Bail nodded and let his head fall back again, but this time, he found his skull gently cradled by thin air and the Force. It was, he thought, as if he was lying in a comfortable bed that supported his body perfectly. He felt weightless, and if he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend that this was like any of their regular encounters.

On the other hand, he thought, if he closed his eyes, he couldn't watch Obi-Wan, and he didn't see the Jedi nearly as often as he would have liked to. Closing his eyes now felt like a terrible waste of a perfectly good opportunity to fill his mind with more memories of Obi-Wan.

They were at war, after all, and even when he tried to push that particular thought as far from him as possible, he still knew that each of their secretive meetings could be the last one.

He smiled down at Obi-Wan. "All right," he decided and reached out, to cup his palm against Obi-Wan's cheek, his own skin a sharp contrast to the pale skin of his friend. The beard bristled against his palm, and Bail could feel the other man's smile against his skin as clearly as he could see it.

"Just..." Bail licked his lips and forced a grin of his own. "I reserve the right of saying I told you so in case you really do drop me."

Obi-Wan laughed and pressed a kiss into Bail's palm. "That is all right," he murmured. "Especially since it won't happen. I won't drop you."

Bail laughed too. "You may proceed then," he said, a teasing glint in his eyes that took the commanding tone out of his words.

Obi-Wan bowed slightly. "Thank you, Senator," he teased back and reached promptly for Bail's pants, to tug them down his legs and off.

Bail grinned, and when Obi-Wan moved to pull off his tunic, he reached out again, his hand brushing through Obi-Wan's silky hair, and guided him into a deep kiss that Obi-Wan eagerly responded to.

When the Jedi stepped back once again, to take off the rest of his own clothes, a light flush was covering his cheeks, and his hair was tousled. Bail watched with growing arousal as Obi-Wan revealed pale skin over clearly defined muscles with every piece and article of clothing that carelessly fell to the ground.

Obi-Wan grinned. "Like what you see?" he teased and reached out, to wrap his hand loosely around Bail's more than half-hard dick.

"Oh yes," Bail answered immediately. "Isn't that obvious?"

Obi-Wan chuckled and bent down, to lick a broad, wet stripe over the crown of Bail's dick, and Bail tried to arch his back and push himself into Obi-Wan's mouth. However, he was still hanging in thin air and there was no resistance he could push against, aiding his intended move.

He groaned quietly and reached out with both hands again, to grab Obi-Wan, to feel his silky hair between his fingers, to guide his mouth down to where Bail wanted it.

Obi-Wan smiled again and allowed Bail to take fistfuls of his hair in his hands and tug him toward his cock. At the same time, he reached out with the Force, searching for and finding the lubricant he knew Bail had stashed in the little table by his bed.

Coating his fingers and slipping them into Bail's body was the work of just a few heartbeats. Obi-Wan doubted that Bail had really realized what he'd done until it had happened, but when he looked up, the other man's deep brown eyes were focused on him and taking in his every move.

He managed a smile around his mouthful and moved his fingers slowly and carefully inside Bail, stretching and preparing his body for the things that were coming.

"Obi-Wan," Bail finally growled and yanked on Obi-Wan's hair. "Obi-Wan, now."

Obi-Wan released Bail's erection from him mouth and straightened. His mouth was red and swollen, Bail realized through the haze of arousal that had wrapped itself around him like a blanket, his cheeks were flushed an even darker shade of red.

He looked simply beautiful, Bail thought dazedly, hard-muscled and scarred and aroused, like a wet dream come alive through the power of the Force, a wet dream come true just for Bail. The thought filled him with giddy sensations that made his toes and fingertips curl and tingle and his erection feel as if he could stop an ignited lightsaber with it, not that he wanted to try that.

He felt Obi-Wan step between his legs and push into him, anchoring him and pulling him close, and for the first time this evening, he found himself relaxing completely and forgetting all about the fact that he was held in the air only by a thought of his partner.

Obi-Wan made a small, desperate-sounding noise at the back of his throat as he pulled out and pushed into him again, filling him completely. His fingers dug into Bail's hips, probably leaving bruises, but neither of them cared as their arousal spiraled higher and higher and Obi-Wan's thrusts became shorter and harder. Bail felt as if he was flying; as if he was falling - but he knew that he wasn't. Obi-Wan's touch and Obi-Wan's hard cock in him were the only things that still connected him to the ground and stopped him from floating away, into space and away from the war and his duties as Senator. His entire body was coiled tight in arousal, sweat dripping off of him, but they both didn't hear the drops hit the ground over the panting rasp of their breathing and the soft moans that filled the otherwise silent room.

When Obi-Wan wrapped his first around Bail's straining erection, his thumb swiping through the moisture collecting at the tip, Bail felt his own control slip.
Orgasm overwhelmed him almost immediately, he was only vaguely aware of the hot wetness of his own come covering his stomach, and of Obi-Wan stilling his thrusts as he reached his own release. He was floating on his own little cloud that didn't have anything to do with the Force at all.

He felt Obi-Wan pull out of him, and then he found himself floating toward the bed and gently lowered onto the blessedly cool sheets. Just moments later, a soft cloth was wiped over his stomach and between his legs, cleaning him up, and then, finally, Obi-Wan curled against his side.

Bail clumsily wrapped his arm around his shoulder and held him close.

"You really didn't drop me," he murmured. Sleep was trying to overwhelm him, his limbs were heavy and sated, and the touch of the sheets against his back assured him that he was back on solid ground.

Obi-Wan chuckled and pressed a kiss against Bail's chest. "I told you so," he said.

Bail snorted. "I thought pride led to the dark side of the Force," he murmured, only half-teasing.

Obi-Wan shrugged with one shoulder. "This is not pride, it's a sense of accomplishment, for not losing control over the Force," he mumbled. "Although, I have to admit it helped to think of how Master Yoda would smack me with his stick for what I was doing." He yawned. "I could almost feel it."

Bail laughed as he rolled them over until he was covering the smaller man, his tiredness forgotten for the moment. "I think," he said playfully, "I need to do something to make you stop thinking about Master Yoda when you're with me."

Obi-Wan grinned up at him and arched his back, to press himself even more fully against Bail. "Maybe you do," he agreed, not even pretending to put up a fight.

Bail laughed and bent down to kiss him, and then, he proceeded to make sure that his mind was filled with new memories of Obi-Wan, while making sure that Obi-Wan's mind was empty of thoughts about Master Yoda.

~end.

Comments

[ginny305.livejournal.com]

Constructively, you have a few missing letters.
Content wise: <3 <3's

I laughed at Obi-Wan's I told you so.

[mistokath13.livejournal.com]

missing letters? Damn, I thought I caught them all :-/

Which letters are missing?

[ginny305.livejournal.com]

"even if I thought the goal of this...exercise was to lose control, not keep it."</> I think the second Alderaanian in the first sentence should be capitalized. There might be one more missing letter, but I didn't spot it on the last read-through.

Not that any of that kept me from enjoying this any less. I could hear them talking while reading it.

[mistokath13.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :) I'll go through and try to fix stuff in a little bit :)

[ginny305.livejournal.com]

And my html sucks. Sorry about that. *hugs tight* Great story.

[mistokath13.livejournal.com]

thank you.

Meh, who cares about html anyways ;)

[kathierif-fic.livejournal.com]

All right, fixed a lot of invisible letters. Thank you again! :)