"Did I do good today, Master Kenobi?" Anakin nearly bounced from one leg to another.
Obi-Wan nodded as gravely as he could. "Yes, my Padawan. You were of great help. But now I believe it is time you went to our quarters and studied your lessons." He gave a little wink to the local constable who had joined them on this mission. The tall man with the intense blue eyes smiled back.
"You were a big help, Ani. I don't think we could have kept the ambassador safe without you. Now listen to your master."
"So, can I not stay up later? I could do my assignments on the ship."
"Ani...bed. Now." Obi-Wan looked at him in the best imitation he could of his own late master, as much as it pained him. Anakin gave the two men one last look and ran off. "I will check on your homework later!"
He turned to find the other man shaking his head. "I thought Jedi didn't lie."
Obi-wan shrugged. "I didn't lie, Jimm. I will check his assignment."
"You also said he helped. That's not the way I remember it."
"Yes, well. He didn't know that the ambassador's assistant was *supposed* to carry that knife, did he? That is my fault. I should have informed him. It was good that you saw him cause the knife to lift from the scabbard in that way."
Jimm shrugged. "I was lucky. I was in the right place at the right time."
"Yes." Obi-Wan frowned. He remembered that the man hadn't been that far from him when he'd noticed Anakin's "help", yet he himself had not seen anything untoward. Indeed, he could barely make out the knife itself.
"And, now that you got the kid safely away...at least I *hope* he's safely away. Something about him...you gotta keep an eye on that one."
"He has the best of intentions...but, yes?"
"Good intentions...Would you like to go some place, Master Obi-Wan? Some place...private?"
Obi-Wan looked at Jimm again. It had been a long time since Naboo, and this man, with those eyes and the powerful build had attracted him from the start. It wasn't simply how handsome he was, or his intelligence and ability as a constable. There was something else...a sadness that matched Obi-Wan's own.
"Yes. I believe I would enjoy that." He smiled.
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"Some place private" proved to be Jimm's own quarters, elsewhere in the same building that temporarily housed the two visitors.
It was similar to the place Obi-Wan shared with his padawan - a bedroom, a kitchen and a sitting area, but it was unmistakably a home. The walls held abstract works of art, there were small, colorful objects on the tables and a warm throw on the back of the sofa. It was pleasant and comfortable, if as orderly and disciplined as the man who lived there.
At Jimm's gesture, he sat down and accepted a drink. "Is this alcoholic?"
"You must go off duty at some time, Knight Kenobi."
"I am called Obi-Wan. I'm teaching Anakin. There is no such thing as 'off-duty.'" He sipped the brew anyway.
"I hear that." Jimm settled next to him on the sofa. "Forgive me...Obi-Wan..." His voice caressed the name. "But I thought that Jedi masters were usually assigned apprentices at a few years older than you are...and that apprentices began much younger."
"These were special circumstances. How did you know about Jedi training, if I may ask?"
Jimm smiled. "I was tested. I was borderline, so my father chose to not give me up for training. And aren't we talking just a bit too much?"
"Perhaps we are. I can certainly think of something better for our mouths to do." Obi-Wan put down his drink and wrapped his arms around Jimm. Jimm laughed, brought his glass to safety and pulled him close. He seemed to hesitate at the last minute. Obi-Wan looked at him. That sadness was closer to the surface now. But then Jimm revived and their lips met.
It had been too long since Obi-Wan had felt the touch of another human being. Even this purely physical connection caused him to respond immediately. The small corner of his mind that still functioned was relieved that he could respond, but most concerned itself with the taste of Jimm's mouth and the play of his muscles beneath his jumpsuit - and the unmistakable fact that Jimm was as aroused as he was.
That uniform was very much in the way. He broke free of that kiss, smiling a little at Jimm's moan, and began unsealing the front seam, kissing his way down the vast, smooth expanse of Jimm's chest. Without using the force at all, nor any other form of persuasion, Obi-Wan soon had his jumpsuit off and lying limply on the floor, as Jimm himself sat sprawled on his sofa, legs opened wide, displayed and enticing.
Obi-Wan growled and fell to his knees. He was long out of practice, but, as he well knew, some things are never forgotten, and his teacher in that was the best. That large penis filled his mouth perfectly when he permitted his throat to open. Jimm moaned and tangled his hands in Obi-Wan's hair. Obi-Wan himself played with the man's testicles, grinning inwardly as he jumped a bit, and then settled, still moaning.
Finally, after he'd taken his time playing with the marvelous toy in his mouth, doing all the things he knew would make his new lover insane, after Jimm begged for relief, he sucked as hard as he could and felt him explode in his mouth.
Jimm sat there bonelessly, grinning like a sated feline. "You, Knight Kenobi, are overdressed."
Obi-Wan looked down. "I believe you are correct." It was a matter of moments to discard his own clothing. He then pounced on Jimm again, kissing him deeply and enjoying the feel of skin on skin.
Jimm seemed to regain solidity in his bones as well as hardness elsewhere. Obi-Wan found himself wrapped in those strong arms again, something he hadn't known he'd needed.
They were indeed strong. Obi-Wan found himself being carried into the bedroom, and placed gently on the large bed, and then enveloped in those arms again.
They kissed each other for a long time on that bed, devouring each other's mouth. Obi-Wan explored Jimm's body, allowing his fingers to brush lightly over various battle scars and stroke his surprisingly smooth skin.
He was extremely sensitive to those touches, groaning and whimpering as Obi-Wan found delicate and secret areas, but arching into each touch as if he truly were a feline.
Eventually, though, Jimm reached into the drawer beside the bed and brought out a container of ointment. He bit his lip and handed it to Obi-Wan with a nod.
Still smiling sweetly, Jimm lay back on his bed, his legs bent and spread, leaving himself open and vulnerable. Obi-Wan could do little more than gasp at the sight.
Then he collected himself, and began to prepare the man, remembering all he'd ever been taught - stretching and caressing him, filling him with what he hoped was the correct amount of ointment.
Jimm himself was tight, as if he had not done this in a long time...yet the ointment was there. Obi-Wan filed that thought away for later. He had work to do now.
The man was ready, was begging him with his eyes and his hands. Obi-Wan positioned himself between those legs and, sensing this was what Jimm wanted, impaled him with a single thrust.
By the Force, the man was hot and tight, enveloping him in his body as if, for this night, that was where they both belonged. Obi-Wan moved, first slowly, then faster, and Jimm moved with him, dancing in a rhythm older than time itself, until finally, unable to keep themselves any longer, both came miraculously together, Obi-Wan shouting to the stars, Jimm in silence.
Slowly, painfully, Obi-Wan eased himself out and then lay on top of Jimm, nuzzling his neck.
Jim began to shake under him, taking deep ragged breaths that were just short of sobs.
"Jimm?"
"I'm okay. It's...you're my first since...since my partner..."
"Your partner?" That word had so many meanings. "Partner in what?"
"Everything. He was an academician, but he worked with the constabulary, with me. I'm...I have these sensitivities and he helped me. Stupid, stupid floater accident. He had to drive this old one..."
Obi-Wan stroked his shoulder for a moment. "I am sorry."
"Don't be. We were happy...I think I just finally let him go." Jimm smiled.
"Letting go is...very difficult. I know. I lost my own...my Master and my lover. However, I know he's still here. And...I think he's glad this happened."
Indeed, Obi-Wan felt something warm and contented somewhere deep in his soul, where he knew some piece of his master would always reside.
"You think so?"
"I know it." Obi-Wan smiled.
They lay together for awhile after, just to know the other was there, until Obi-Wan felt the weight of the hours. He got up to clean himself and find his clothes.
Jimm took his arm as he moved. "Please, Obi-Wan. I know you're leaving tomorrow. Spend this one night with me?" It was a simple request. Obi-Wan considered it. Anakin was safe enough, provided he stayed in their quarters.
"Yes. I will."
Jimm smiled again, brilliantly.
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