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In honor of the birthday boy, I have written a story starring him, his main squeeze and a certain Jedi Master. Enjoy!
A Problem Free Philosophy
Archive: here and wherever Grimesey's Author chooses, this is his present afterall.
Rating: NC-17
It was his second night in the woods when he saw the lights. He was camped on a hill, on the side facing away from the valley which dipped spectacularly below him. That valley also housed an eddying wind that whistled through its trees. Corporal Danny Grimes (Grimesey to his friends) was not particularly fond of the cold, besides, this trip was about solitude, not scenery. He was still shaken from his experiences in Somalia. He needed the time to find himself again, to block out the images of blood and death that haunted his dreams as well as his waking hours. He would enjoy the valley tomorrow, he decided, when he resumed his hike.
He lay in his hammock, looking up at the stars peeking through the tree tops. That was when he saw the flash of light. He watched as it darted across the sky and then hit one of the air pockets swirling through the valley. He tilted himself out of the hammock, grateful that he'd left on his boots, then sprinted down the hillside in search of the elusive light.
He caught sight of it as it spun toward the ground and recognized that it was some kind of plane, long nosed, wingless and silver. It was, he realized with a gasp, a spaceship.
"Holy Christ on a cracker," he breathed, then watched, awed, as the ship righted itself and now, obviously under control, landed in a field about 300 meters below him. He was military, he should be calling this in, but all Danny could think was how fucking exciting this all was and what a grand opportunity this was to make contact for the first time with an alien lifeform.
He sprinted down the hill, keeping to the trees. At about 20 meters away, he slowed down and waited to see what came out. He didn't end up having to wait long, a door opened up in the underside of the ship, creating a ramp. Two cloaked figures emerged and descended from the ramp. One of the figures, he noted, was considerably taller than the other. But what do they look like under the cloaks, he wondered.
As if hearing the frustrated thoughts of the young corporal, the two figures reached up as one and lifted the hood of their cloaks to expose their heads. He was quite disappointed to discover that his aliens looked no more foreign than Grimesey himself. Then he got a look at the smaller alien and his heart flipped over and he was lost. The man was beautiful, thick lashes framed a set of eyes so lushly, they appeared almost feminine. His reddish blond hair was cropped short and spikey and a long thin braid snaked over his right shoulder.
He was looking up at the larger man who wore his own hair long with the top pulled back and was laughing, the sound low and intimate, not at all the laugh of a man sharing a joke with a friend. The larger man was gazing down at his partner, chuckling too and wearing an expression of deep longing. Their attitude was that of a vacationing couple disembarking to begin a vacation, not a pair of aliens who had just crash landed. Grimesey decided he would follow them and see what they were up to.
He ducked around trees, keeping them in sight always, but concealing himself as much as possible. A frown creased his brow when he saw the bigger man wrap his arm around the smaller man. Somehow, this small action raised possessive feelings in the young soldier. He shook his head at himself. What the hell was he thinking?
Soon they stopped and the big man pushed his companion up against a tree. Grimesey crept close enough that he could hear them speak.
"I have to touch you." The words were growled as the larger and (Grimesey could see now) older man ran his hands over the body of the slight form he held captive between himself and the tree.
Grimesey couldn't see what the man was doing, his size and form completely covered the younger man. He watched as the man's head swooped down and captured the other man's mouth in a kiss. He wished he could see what was going on, but due to the man's size and the voluminous robe he wore, it was impossible.
He heard gasps and moans and a sound very much like a cry, then the big man was on his knees and Grimesey could see quite clearly the passion-filled expression on the young face. He could tell that they were having trouble getting into the young man's clothing. The night was chill and apparently they wanted to do whatever it was they were going to do, fully clothed. Finally, with a grunt of irritation, the older man simply tossed the bottom of tunics that covered his companion over his head and burrowed in.
Grimesey could tell the exact moment the man reached his goal. The young man let loose a keening wail and clutched the cloth-covered head.
"Siss," he groaned.
Siss, what the hell was siss? Grimesey wondered.
The young man was speaking again, his voice broken with passion. "Love you Master...oh gods harder..."
Grimesey watched, spellbound, his own hand straying to the bulge that had formed in his pants. He rubbed it, as if to rub away the ache, but it only grew stronger as if to mock his efforts. He looked down at his hand, wondering if he dared open the fly and give in to temptation, then he looked up again and saw temptation staring him right in the eye. The young man had spotted him in his hiding place among the trees.
Neither moved, then with just a flick of his eyes, the young man indicated what he wanted from Grimesey as if to say you wanna watch, you gotta play. His cheeks burning crimson, Grimsey complied and reached inside his pants to pull out his cock. He had it covered with his hands, away from the gaze of the man being fellated, then slowly let them drop away to expose his bobbing penis.
The young man cried out and arched his back, then fumbled with his tunics, ripping them apart to expose one pink and puckered nipple. He licked his fingers and pulled at the nipple, his eyes locked on Grimesey's, his eyes telling him, start.
Grimesey started awkwardly, he wasn't used to pulling himself off under the gaze of another man, but then again, he also had never had the opportunity to share passion with such a beautiful creature before, even if it was from across a clearing and halfway hidden by forest foliage. He timed the thrusts of his hand with the thrusts of the hips of the other man, imagining, somehow, that they were moving together. He wasn't going to last long, just as he knew the man was close, so very close to coming.
He ran his thumb over the head of his penis, smearing the fluid at its tip so that his hand wouldn't rub him raw and just gave in. They moved in time, one man fucking his Master's mouth, the other wishing for the warmth of a mouth and instead getting his own cold fist. Then Grimesey's balls tightened up almost painfully and he was coming. Sticky wetness covered his hand as he rode out the aftershocks and witnessed his new companion go stock still and then scream out his completion.
It was quite honestly the most beautiful thing Grimesey had ever seen. His eyes filled with tears as his emotions suddenly overwhelmed him. With jerky motions he swiped the mess on his hand off onto his trousers, stuffed his now flacid penis into his pants and took off into the forest away from the men.
"Sith," the young man muttered, then helped untangle his Master from his tunics.
*****
"He's gone?" Qui-Gon asked and straightened up to stand.
"Yes," Obi-Wan answered, irritated, then leaned into the soft touch of his master's palm against his cheek.
"Aren't you the one who's constantly complaining that I'm the one who always picks up the pathetic lifeforms?" This said gently, but with humor.
Obi-Wan sighed, "I know, Master, but I could practically feel the despair coming off him and flooding the entire valley. Don't ask me why, but he touches my heart. I looked into his eyes and felt like we were sharing a soul," he looked up at Qui-Gon, "that sounds foolish, doesn't it?"
Qui-Gon smiled. "Not in the least, my Padawan. You have a soul unlike any other I've known, it's one of the reasons I love you so."
"One only, perhaps?" His padawan replied and wiggled his hips.
"Cheeky monkey," the Master replied and swatted Obi-Wan on the ass.
*****
Grimesey ran, tears streaking his cheeks. It was as if once the flood of emotions began it could not be contained. It was all there, his embarrassment, arousal and then deeper, his grief. The friends he'd watched die all flashed before his eyes and drew him to his knees. A soldier didn't cry, he knew this. But a man, one who'd seen too much in too little time, did.
He had folded in on himself on the cold, leaf strewn earth when they found him. Without demur he allowed himself to be tugged to his feet and a set of arms to curl around his back as he was led away. The tall man led the way as Grimesey accepted the warmth and assistance of his new friend whose name he still didn't know. Soon, he found himself on the ramp of the spaceship. He stopped.
He turned to look at the valley behind them, then looked into the green eyes of his companion. "Is this real?" He whispered.
Those green eyes crinkled into a smile and his answer was given in the form of a light kiss against his lips.
With a heart that suddenly felt as if a lifetime of worries had dropped away from it, Grimesey turned and let himself be led into the ship.
*****
It was much bigger inside than he expected. He could see,as he came inside, that there was a seating area for passengers, doors leading, most likely, to sleeping quarters and at the front, towards the nose of the ship, the cockpit. His new friends led him to the seating area and sat him down, the larger man left them to enter the cockpit and activate the controls that would close the ramp. "There," the big man claimed, "all snug." He looked from one face to the other, why aren't you saying anything to each other?" He sighed. "Allow me to introduce myself and my dumbstruck companion. I am Master Qui-Gon Jinn of the Jedi order and this is my young apprentice, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi." He rolled his eyes as Grimesey simply nodded and resumed gazing soundlessly at Obi-Wan. "Might I ask your name?" He prompted.
Grimesey snapped to position, arms at his sides, shoulders straight and posture indicating respect. Corporal Danny Grimes at your service, sir!" He would have saluted, but he didn't know the rank of this Qui-Gon Jinn, he didn't want to inadvertently offend the first alien he ever encountered. It didn't occur to him that the real offense might have been when he'd intruded on a very private moment. His training taught him to respect authority and this Qui-Gon Jinn exuded that in abundance.
Qui-Gon smiled and extended his hand in what was apparently a universal form of greeting. "Pleased to meet you, Corporal Danny Grimes."
Grimesey grinned and accepted the hand as he looked fully into the eyes of this man for the first time. He sensed an interesting mix of serenity and power. He looked over at Obi-Wan who exuded sensuality and grace. Then he compared himself against the two with his damaged psyche and uncertainty and found himself wanting. He ducked his head, suddenly feeling unworthy of the emotions he felt for both of them. The pressure on his hand increased and Grimesey realised that he'd not let go of Jinn's hand. He released his grip only to find his hand still being held. He chanced a glance up and sucked in a breath at the compassionate expression the older man wore.
"Sit with us, Corporal Grimes," Qui-Gon bade him and guided him over to sit between himself and his padawan. Grimesey sat down and immediately found himself under the physical attention of Obi-Wan who slid his body over to plaster himself against Grimesey's side. A soft gentle hand insinuated itself between his thighs and gently stroked its way in a path down to his knee where it patted the boney joint and then settled.
Grimesey thought for certain that Qui-Gon would admonish the young man for his forwardness, then jumped as he felt bigger and stronger hands working on the tense muscles of his back. He sat, bemused, under their ministrations, uncertain what to think or feel. I'll just rest here with them a bit and decide what I want to do later.
Qui-Gon looked over Grimesey's head at his padawan who just smiled. Both were content to just sit and pet the sad, damaged young man as they sensed that each touch, each caress was working. He was growing more relaxed, more trusting and as the tension began to roll off of him, more enticing.
Obi-Wan patted the top of Grimesey's shorn head. Feels like felt, he mouthed at his master. Then he grinned, can we keep him?
Qui-Gon suppressed a snort and sent mentally, //we are here for relaxation and vacation, not to acquire a new pet.//
Obi-Wan pouted. //But he's so cute and look-// as he patted the man's head again //he's oh so soft and cuddly.//
Qui-Gon shook his head. //We may play, provided he consents, but Obi-Wan, grown men do not make good pets!//
Grimesey sat between them, oblivious to the mental conversation going on over his head, his eyes drifting shut in pleasure and relaxation. As the tension melted from him, other emotions came into play calling attention to themselves at the juncture of Grimesey's thighs. Obi-Wan was the first to notice. His hand hovered in mid-air over the bulge then looked up in permission at his master.
//I'm not the one you need to ask, Obi-Wan.//
Obi-Wan's hand fell away as he lost his nerve. //Perhaps it's too soon.// He then gave a little start as Grimesey's hand found his and put it firmly against the firm flesh straining against his trousers. //Or perhaps not...//
"I know that I really don't know you two, but does that really always matter?" Grimesey asked uncertainly. "I-I mean, um most guys I know go home with someone after a few drinks..." his voice trailed off as Qui-Gon found that sensitive area right behind Grimesey's ear that he liked so much. "Oh..."
"The Jedi call this living in the moment, my young friend," Qui-Gon murmurred in his ear.
"Ha-hakuna ma-matata!" Grimesey gasped, breathless. Obi-Wan's hand was sliding the zipper that contained his cock in its tight restriction, down with a little difficulty. Grimesey was already impossibly hard and the friction was driving him insane.
"Ha hakuna ma matata?" Obi-Wan asked, puzzled.
"Hakuna matata," Grimesey repeated to correct the phrase. "Ain't no passing phase."
Obi-Wan looked over at Qui-Gon with a grin, then back at Grimesey who answered his question breathily. "It means no worries for the rest of your days."
"Oh yeah, tell me more," Obi-Wan requested with a chuckle, then petted the flesh he'd uncovered.
"Oh god," Grimesey moaned and rested his head against Ob-Wan's shoulder. "It's a problem free philosophy."
"Oh," Obi-Wan said, finally getting it. "Hakuna matata, no worries, live in the moment, this is the essence of what it means to be Jedi," he exclaimed.
"That's right, Padawan, talk him to death," Qui-Gon rolled his eyes again. "Take pity on the poor boy and just fuck him now, OK? Or let me or let him fuck me or something. In case it has escaped your attention, I'm the only one tonight who hasn't come at least once," he shifted in his seat and adjusted the fit of his crotch.
Obi-Wan slipped from his seat and knelt before the two men so that he could run each hand over a cock, one cloth covered, the other bare raw and weeping. "It's like a feast," he told them, "one with all your favorite foods and you don't know which one to sample first."
Grimesey moaned and leaned into Obi-Wan's touch. Obi-Wan ignored him, then stood and clapped his hands. "Come on you two, up."
"Nice phrasing Padawan," Qui-Gon grumbled and staggered to his feet and turned and grabbed Grimesey's hands so he could pull the younger man up, "on your feet, soldier, our Master calls."
Obi-Wan led them to the quarters he shared with his master, palmed open the door and stepped inside. He turned to his master. "I want to dance."
"Padawan..." Qui-Gon began, but then relented when he saw Obi-Wan's crest-fallen expression. "I'll turn on some of that earth music we heard on our way in," he said, then disappeared for a few moments. Soon an old earth standard filled the air.
"I don't have anything, if I don't have you..".
Obi-Wan held his arms out to Grimesey who sank into them with a happy sigh. They moved together in a slow dance, one of the kind that is nothing more than a swaying embrace. Qui-Gon re-entered the sleeping quarters and joined the two dancing men, wrapping his body around Grimesey and resting his hands on Obi-Wan's back.
It was a lovely timeless moment, but there were desires that demanded completion. The logistics of three men who were horny and just the teensiest desperate didn't seem terribly insurmountable when the dance turned into a three way grind.
Qui-Gon panted against Grimesey's hair and he thrust against the other man. "In me or in you, which is it to be?" He asked, his voice rough.
Grimesey answered, amazed that his brain could still function and further amazed that he could think enough to plan out this course of action. Perhaps it was the soldier in him which was capable of planning campaigns under the most stressful of conditions. This certainly had to qualify. "Him in me, you in him and your fist on my cock."
Qui-Gon blinked. The boy certainly had the details covered. He slid his hands around Grimesey's chest and began working loose the buttons of his shirt. He slipped the last one free of its hole and then moved his hands to Grimesey's waistband. He had a little more trouble with the button there, at least the zipper was already down, Grimesey's hands moved Qui-Gon's aside and did the work himself. Grimesey broke free from Obi-Wan and bent to untie his boot strings and kick them off. He then made short work of the rest of his clothes and soon stood before his so to be lovers nude and slightly blushing.
Sashes and tnics flew as Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon raced to finish the job at hand and get to the good stuff. Finally, everyone was naked, erect and ready for the next step.
"Bed," Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon said in unison and then laughed.
"Jinx," Grimesy told them with a grin. "On my planet if you don't say jinx after, it's bad luck." He walked over to the bed and laid down with his legs pulled primply together.
Obi-Wan's eyes darkened at the sight, his cock filling further as he remembered Grimesey's earlier. "Me inside you, yesss," he hissed. He lowered himself onto Grimesey and touched his mouth to the other man's lips for the first time. Grimesey moaned and drew his lover into a deep kiss, sucking Obi-Wan's tongue into his mouth. They kissed for long moments, Obi-Wan's hands caressing every inch of reachable skin.
Qui-Gon stood over them content to watch as he pulled at his flesh. He smeared precome over the head and fisted himself, his eyes on the cleft of Obi-Wan's ass, promising himself soon. He waited until Obi-Wan had relaxed Grimesey and urged the man's legs over his shoulders. Obi-Wan looked up and clicked his fingers. Qui-Gon jumped into action and went to retrieve and almost empty tube of lube. He frowned, it looked like Obi-Wan was going to get an almost dry fuck. He grinned, he knew Obi-Wan liked it rough.
Obi-Wan kissed Grimesey lingeringly and wetted his fingertips with lube, he moved them down to the tight hole Grimesey had exposed to him and worked Grimesey open delicately. Grimesey gasped and arched as much as he could with his legs draped another man's shoulders. He felt open and exposed and oh so glorious. He had a beautiful man covering him, a man who was as concerned with his comfort and pleasure as he was with fucking him. It was truly humbling, truly arousing and quite overwhelming. He wanted Obi-Wan in him now and indicated that need with a desperate whimper.
"Relax," Obi-Wan whispered against his lips and guided his cock to Grimesey's prepared passage. "Breathe deep."
Grimesey sucked in a deep breath and Obi-Wan slid into him with the ease of a piston into a cylinder. Grimsey let out the breath and marvelled at the feeling of fullness and the total lack of discomfort, it was as if they were made for each other.
They began to move together, Grimesey tight on Obi-Wan's member, they weren't going to last long, Qui-Gon could tell. He quickly slicked the remaining lube onto his cock and knelt between Obi-Wan's thighs, he pushed himself inside and groaned, oh gods, so tight, so good.
The trio moved as one unit, Qui-Gon thrusting into his padawan, Obi-Wan thrusting into Grimesey and the soldier pushing back to create friction in his passage and to feel the fluttering brush against his prostate. Obi-Wan grabbed Grimesey's hips and changed the angle of their fucking.
Ah bliss, Grimesey moaned, he was so close and now Obi-Wan was pressing against the sweet button of pleasure buried deep inside of him. Then there were the shocks of Qui-Gons thrusts into Obi-Wan. It was sensory overload of the most joyous variety. They all were slamming against each other, shuddering in pleasure and climbing close, closer still to that elusive climax.
Qui-Gon was the first to fall into the abyss as he poured himself into his beloved and sobbed his completion against Obi-Wan's shoulder. He reached, belatedly for Grimsey's shaft and pumped it with firm strokes, this proved too much for the man and after 2 or 3 strokes Qui-Gon felt the warm gush of Grimesey's release coat his fingers. Grimesey screamed and tightened around Obi-Wan who echoed the pasionate cry and came deep inside the other man's body.
When everyone had ridden out their pleasure and was boneless with satiation, they pulled gently apart, them reassembled their positions so they all laid spooned together, arms clutching each other and faces buried into necks in attempt to prolong the imtimacy. Then they slept.
*****
In the morning the men stood on the hill overlooking the valley, it was time to make their goodbyes. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had received an urgent mesage from the Jedi Council to leave their vacation earlier and go negotiate a trade settlement between a group of miners and a certain greedy company known for their unfair labor practices. It was with a heavy heart that they made their goodbyes.
"We will return," Obi-Wan promised, his heart aching as he already felt as if his missed his new lover.
"Take care, Obi-Wan," Grimesey whispered and pressed a heartfelt kiss to the lips he'd been caressing all night. He was sore, sated and happier than he'd been in months. He knew he would see these new lovers again, the promise was in both of their eyes. he turned to Qui-Gon and gave him a searching kiss. "Next time," he whispered. Qui-Gon nodded, then rubbed Grimesey's head affectionately, much as his padawan was fond of doing.
Grimesey watched them walk back to their ship, then turn and wave to him. he waved back and smiled. As he watched their ship ascend and disappear in a flash of motion throught the atmosphere he reflected on the change that had been wrought in his heart. It was light, almost carefree. He felt like it could soar as high as the ship that had taken off for the stars. He smiled, it was a good morning, it was his birthday and he'd received the best gift of his life. Two hearts, right there, in the palm of his hand.
He turned and walked back down to his camp, still smiling.
Archive: here and wherever Grimesey's Author chooses, this is his present afterall.
Rating: NC-17
It was his second night in the woods when he saw the lights. He was camped on a hill, on the side facing away from the valley which dipped spectacularly below him. That valley also housed an eddying wind that whistled through its trees. Corporal Danny Grimes (Grimesey to his friends) was not particularly fond of the cold, besides, this trip was about solitude, not scenery. He was still shaken from his experiences in Somalia. He needed the time to find himself again, to block out the images of blood and death that haunted his dreams as well as his waking hours. He would enjoy the valley tomorrow, he decided, when he resumed his hike.
He lay in his hammock, looking up at the stars peeking through the tree tops. That was when he saw the flash of light. He watched as it darted across the sky and then hit one of the air pockets swirling through the valley. He tilted himself out of the hammock, grateful that he'd left on his boots, then sprinted down the hillside in search of the elusive light.
He caught sight of it as it spun toward the ground and recognized that it was some kind of plane, long nosed, wingless and silver. It was, he realized with a gasp, a spaceship.
"Holy Christ on a cracker," he breathed, then watched, awed, as the ship righted itself and now, obviously under control, landed in a field about 300 meters below him. He was military, he should be calling this in, but all Danny could think was how fucking exciting this all was and what a grand opportunity this was to make contact for the first time with an alien lifeform.
He sprinted down the hill, keeping to the trees. At about 20 meters away, he slowed down and waited to see what came out. He didn't end up having to wait long, a door opened up in the underside of the ship, creating a ramp. Two cloaked figures emerged and descended from the ramp. One of the figures, he noted, was considerably taller than the other. But what do they look like under the cloaks, he wondered.
As if hearing the frustrated thoughts of the young corporal, the two figures reached up as one and lifted the hood of their cloaks to expose their heads. He was quite disappointed to discover that his aliens looked no more foreign than Grimesey himself. Then he got a look at the smaller alien and his heart flipped over and he was lost. The man was beautiful, thick lashes framed a set of eyes so lushly, they appeared almost feminine. His reddish blond hair was cropped short and spikey and a long thin braid snaked over his right shoulder.
He was looking up at the larger man who wore his own hair long with the top pulled back and was laughing, the sound low and intimate, not at all the laugh of a man sharing a joke with a friend. The larger man was gazing down at his partner, chuckling too and wearing an expression of deep longing. Their attitude was that of a vacationing couple disembarking to begin a vacation, not a pair of aliens who had just crash landed. Grimesey decided he would follow them and see what they were up to.
He ducked around trees, keeping them in sight always, but concealing himself as much as possible. A frown creased his brow when he saw the bigger man wrap his arm around the smaller man. Somehow, this small action raised possessive feelings in the young soldier. He shook his head at himself. What the hell was he thinking?
Soon they stopped and the big man pushed his companion up against a tree. Grimesey crept close enough that he could hear them speak.
"I have to touch you." The words were growled as the larger and (Grimesey could see now) older man ran his hands over the body of the slight form he held captive between himself and the tree.
Grimesey couldn't see what the man was doing, his size and form completely covered the younger man. He watched as the man's head swooped down and captured the other man's mouth in a kiss. He wished he could see what was going on, but due to the man's size and the voluminous robe he wore, it was impossible.
He heard gasps and moans and a sound very much like a cry, then the big man was on his knees and Grimesey could see quite clearly the passion-filled expression on the young face. He could tell that they were having trouble getting into the young man's clothing. The night was chill and apparently they wanted to do whatever it was they were going to do, fully clothed. Finally, with a grunt of irritation, the older man simply tossed the bottom of tunics that covered his companion over his head and burrowed in.
Grimesey could tell the exact moment the man reached his goal. The young man let loose a keening wail and clutched the cloth-covered head.
"Siss," he groaned.
Siss, what the hell was siss? Grimesey wondered.
The young man was speaking again, his voice broken with passion. "Love you Master...oh gods harder..."
Grimesey watched, spellbound, his own hand straying to the bulge that had formed in his pants. He rubbed it, as if to rub away the ache, but it only grew stronger as if to mock his efforts. He looked down at his hand, wondering if he dared open the fly and give in to temptation, then he looked up again and saw temptation staring him right in the eye. The young man had spotted him in his hiding place among the trees.
Neither moved, then with just a flick of his eyes, the young man indicated what he wanted from Grimesey as if to say you wanna watch, you gotta play. His cheeks burning crimson, Grimsey complied and reached inside his pants to pull out his cock. He had it covered with his hands, away from the gaze of the man being fellated, then slowly let them drop away to expose his bobbing penis.
The young man cried out and arched his back, then fumbled with his tunics, ripping them apart to expose one pink and puckered nipple. He licked his fingers and pulled at the nipple, his eyes locked on Grimesey's, his eyes telling him, start.
Grimesey started awkwardly, he wasn't used to pulling himself off under the gaze of another man, but then again, he also had never had the opportunity to share passion with such a beautiful creature before, even if it was from across a clearing and halfway hidden by forest foliage. He timed the thrusts of his hand with the thrusts of the hips of the other man, imagining, somehow, that they were moving together. He wasn't going to last long, just as he knew the man was close, so very close to coming.
He ran his thumb over the head of his penis, smearing the fluid at its tip so that his hand wouldn't rub him raw and just gave in. They moved in time, one man fucking his Master's mouth, the other wishing for the warmth of a mouth and instead getting his own cold fist. Then Grimesey's balls tightened up almost painfully and he was coming. Sticky wetness covered his hand as he rode out the aftershocks and witnessed his new companion go stock still and then scream out his completion.
It was quite honestly the most beautiful thing Grimesey had ever seen. His eyes filled with tears as his emotions suddenly overwhelmed him. With jerky motions he swiped the mess on his hand off onto his trousers, stuffed his now flacid penis into his pants and took off into the forest away from the men.
"Sith," the young man muttered, then helped untangle his Master from his tunics.
"He's gone?" Qui-Gon asked and straightened up to stand.
"Yes," Obi-Wan answered, irritated, then leaned into the soft touch of his master's palm against his cheek.
"Aren't you the one who's constantly complaining that I'm the one who always picks up the pathetic lifeforms?" This said gently, but with humor.
Obi-Wan sighed, "I know, Master, but I could practically feel the despair coming off him and flooding the entire valley. Don't ask me why, but he touches my heart. I looked into his eyes and felt like we were sharing a soul," he looked up at Qui-Gon, "that sounds foolish, doesn't it?"
Qui-Gon smiled. "Not in the least, my Padawan. You have a soul unlike any other I've known, it's one of the reasons I love you so."
"One only, perhaps?" His padawan replied and wiggled his hips.
"Cheeky monkey," the Master replied and swatted Obi-Wan on the ass.
Grimesey ran, tears streaking his cheeks. It was as if once the flood of emotions began it could not be contained. It was all there, his embarrassment, arousal and then deeper, his grief. The friends he'd watched die all flashed before his eyes and drew him to his knees. A soldier didn't cry, he knew this. But a man, one who'd seen too much in too little time, did.
He had folded in on himself on the cold, leaf strewn earth when they found him. Without demur he allowed himself to be tugged to his feet and a set of arms to curl around his back as he was led away. The tall man led the way as Grimesey accepted the warmth and assistance of his new friend whose name he still didn't know. Soon, he found himself on the ramp of the spaceship. He stopped.
He turned to look at the valley behind them, then looked into the green eyes of his companion. "Is this real?" He whispered.
Those green eyes crinkled into a smile and his answer was given in the form of a light kiss against his lips.
With a heart that suddenly felt as if a lifetime of worries had dropped away from it, Grimesey turned and let himself be led into the ship.
It was much bigger inside than he expected. He could see,as he came inside, that there was a seating area for passengers, doors leading, most likely, to sleeping quarters and at the front, towards the nose of the ship, the cockpit. His new friends led him to the seating area and sat him down, the larger man left them to enter the cockpit and activate the controls that would close the ramp. "There," the big man claimed, "all snug." He looked from one face to the other, why aren't you saying anything to each other?" He sighed. "Allow me to introduce myself and my dumbstruck companion. I am Master Qui-Gon Jinn of the Jedi order and this is my young apprentice, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi." He rolled his eyes as Grimesey simply nodded and resumed gazing soundlessly at Obi-Wan. "Might I ask your name?" He prompted.
Grimesey snapped to position, arms at his sides, shoulders straight and posture indicating respect. Corporal Danny Grimes at your service, sir!" He would have saluted, but he didn't know the rank of this Qui-Gon Jinn, he didn't want to inadvertently offend the first alien he ever encountered. It didn't occur to him that the real offense might have been when he'd intruded on a very private moment. His training taught him to respect authority and this Qui-Gon Jinn exuded that in abundance.
Qui-Gon smiled and extended his hand in what was apparently a universal form of greeting. "Pleased to meet you, Corporal Danny Grimes."
Grimesey grinned and accepted the hand as he looked fully into the eyes of this man for the first time. He sensed an interesting mix of serenity and power. He looked over at Obi-Wan who exuded sensuality and grace. Then he compared himself against the two with his damaged psyche and uncertainty and found himself wanting. He ducked his head, suddenly feeling unworthy of the emotions he felt for both of them. The pressure on his hand increased and Grimesey realised that he'd not let go of Jinn's hand. He released his grip only to find his hand still being held. He chanced a glance up and sucked in a breath at the compassionate expression the older man wore.
"Sit with us, Corporal Grimes," Qui-Gon bade him and guided him over to sit between himself and his padawan. Grimesey sat down and immediately found himself under the physical attention of Obi-Wan who slid his body over to plaster himself against Grimesey's side. A soft gentle hand insinuated itself between his thighs and gently stroked its way in a path down to his knee where it patted the boney joint and then settled.
Grimesey thought for certain that Qui-Gon would admonish the young man for his forwardness, then jumped as he felt bigger and stronger hands working on the tense muscles of his back. He sat, bemused, under their ministrations, uncertain what to think or feel. I'll just rest here with them a bit and decide what I want to do later.
Qui-Gon looked over Grimesey's head at his padawan who just smiled. Both were content to just sit and pet the sad, damaged young man as they sensed that each touch, each caress was working. He was growing more relaxed, more trusting and as the tension began to roll off of him, more enticing.
Obi-Wan patted the top of Grimesey's shorn head. Feels like felt, he mouthed at his master. Then he grinned, can we keep him?
Qui-Gon suppressed a snort and sent mentally, //we are here for relaxation and vacation, not to acquire a new pet.//
Obi-Wan pouted. //But he's so cute and look-// as he patted the man's head again //he's oh so soft and cuddly.//
Qui-Gon shook his head. //We may play, provided he consents, but Obi-Wan, grown men do not make good pets!//
Grimesey sat between them, oblivious to the mental conversation going on over his head, his eyes drifting shut in pleasure and relaxation. As the tension melted from him, other emotions came into play calling attention to themselves at the juncture of Grimesey's thighs. Obi-Wan was the first to notice. His hand hovered in mid-air over the bulge then looked up in permission at his master.
//I'm not the one you need to ask, Obi-Wan.//
Obi-Wan's hand fell away as he lost his nerve. //Perhaps it's too soon.// He then gave a little start as Grimesey's hand found his and put it firmly against the firm flesh straining against his trousers. //Or perhaps not...//
"I know that I really don't know you two, but does that really always matter?" Grimesey asked uncertainly. "I-I mean, um most guys I know go home with someone after a few drinks..." his voice trailed off as Qui-Gon found that sensitive area right behind Grimesey's ear that he liked so much. "Oh..."
"The Jedi call this living in the moment, my young friend," Qui-Gon murmurred in his ear.
"Ha-hakuna ma-matata!" Grimesey gasped, breathless. Obi-Wan's hand was sliding the zipper that contained his cock in its tight restriction, down with a little difficulty. Grimesey was already impossibly hard and the friction was driving him insane.
"Ha hakuna ma matata?" Obi-Wan asked, puzzled.
"Hakuna matata," Grimesey repeated to correct the phrase. "Ain't no passing phase."
Obi-Wan looked over at Qui-Gon with a grin, then back at Grimesey who answered his question breathily. "It means no worries for the rest of your days."
"Oh yeah, tell me more," Obi-Wan requested with a chuckle, then petted the flesh he'd uncovered.
"Oh god," Grimesey moaned and rested his head against Ob-Wan's shoulder. "It's a problem free philosophy."
"Oh," Obi-Wan said, finally getting it. "Hakuna matata, no worries, live in the moment, this is the essence of what it means to be Jedi," he exclaimed.
"That's right, Padawan, talk him to death," Qui-Gon rolled his eyes again. "Take pity on the poor boy and just fuck him now, OK? Or let me or let him fuck me or something. In case it has escaped your attention, I'm the only one tonight who hasn't come at least once," he shifted in his seat and adjusted the fit of his crotch.
Obi-Wan slipped from his seat and knelt before the two men so that he could run each hand over a cock, one cloth covered, the other bare raw and weeping. "It's like a feast," he told them, "one with all your favorite foods and you don't know which one to sample first."
Grimesey moaned and leaned into Obi-Wan's touch. Obi-Wan ignored him, then stood and clapped his hands. "Come on you two, up."
"Nice phrasing Padawan," Qui-Gon grumbled and staggered to his feet and turned and grabbed Grimesey's hands so he could pull the younger man up, "on your feet, soldier, our Master calls."
Obi-Wan led them to the quarters he shared with his master, palmed open the door and stepped inside. He turned to his master. "I want to dance."
"Padawan..." Qui-Gon began, but then relented when he saw Obi-Wan's crest-fallen expression. "I'll turn on some of that earth music we heard on our way in," he said, then disappeared for a few moments. Soon an old earth standard filled the air.
"I don't have anything, if I don't have you..".
Obi-Wan held his arms out to Grimesey who sank into them with a happy sigh. They moved together in a slow dance, one of the kind that is nothing more than a swaying embrace. Qui-Gon re-entered the sleeping quarters and joined the two dancing men, wrapping his body around Grimesey and resting his hands on Obi-Wan's back.
It was a lovely timeless moment, but there were desires that demanded completion. The logistics of three men who were horny and just the teensiest desperate didn't seem terribly insurmountable when the dance turned into a three way grind.
Qui-Gon panted against Grimesey's hair and he thrust against the other man. "In me or in you, which is it to be?" He asked, his voice rough.
Grimesey answered, amazed that his brain could still function and further amazed that he could think enough to plan out this course of action. Perhaps it was the soldier in him which was capable of planning campaigns under the most stressful of conditions. This certainly had to qualify. "Him in me, you in him and your fist on my cock."
Qui-Gon blinked. The boy certainly had the details covered. He slid his hands around Grimesey's chest and began working loose the buttons of his shirt. He slipped the last one free of its hole and then moved his hands to Grimesey's waistband. He had a little more trouble with the button there, at least the zipper was already down, Grimesey's hands moved Qui-Gon's aside and did the work himself. Grimesey broke free from Obi-Wan and bent to untie his boot strings and kick them off. He then made short work of the rest of his clothes and soon stood before his so to be lovers nude and slightly blushing.
Sashes and tnics flew as Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon raced to finish the job at hand and get to the good stuff. Finally, everyone was naked, erect and ready for the next step.
"Bed," Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon said in unison and then laughed.
"Jinx," Grimesy told them with a grin. "On my planet if you don't say jinx after, it's bad luck." He walked over to the bed and laid down with his legs pulled primply together.
Obi-Wan's eyes darkened at the sight, his cock filling further as he remembered Grimesey's earlier. "Me inside you, yesss," he hissed. He lowered himself onto Grimesey and touched his mouth to the other man's lips for the first time. Grimesey moaned and drew his lover into a deep kiss, sucking Obi-Wan's tongue into his mouth. They kissed for long moments, Obi-Wan's hands caressing every inch of reachable skin.
Qui-Gon stood over them content to watch as he pulled at his flesh. He smeared precome over the head and fisted himself, his eyes on the cleft of Obi-Wan's ass, promising himself soon. He waited until Obi-Wan had relaxed Grimesey and urged the man's legs over his shoulders. Obi-Wan looked up and clicked his fingers. Qui-Gon jumped into action and went to retrieve and almost empty tube of lube. He frowned, it looked like Obi-Wan was going to get an almost dry fuck. He grinned, he knew Obi-Wan liked it rough.
Obi-Wan kissed Grimesey lingeringly and wetted his fingertips with lube, he moved them down to the tight hole Grimesey had exposed to him and worked Grimesey open delicately. Grimesey gasped and arched as much as he could with his legs draped another man's shoulders. He felt open and exposed and oh so glorious. He had a beautiful man covering him, a man who was as concerned with his comfort and pleasure as he was with fucking him. It was truly humbling, truly arousing and quite overwhelming. He wanted Obi-Wan in him now and indicated that need with a desperate whimper.
"Relax," Obi-Wan whispered against his lips and guided his cock to Grimesey's prepared passage. "Breathe deep."
Grimesey sucked in a deep breath and Obi-Wan slid into him with the ease of a piston into a cylinder. Grimsey let out the breath and marvelled at the feeling of fullness and the total lack of discomfort, it was as if they were made for each other.
They began to move together, Grimesey tight on Obi-Wan's member, they weren't going to last long, Qui-Gon could tell. He quickly slicked the remaining lube onto his cock and knelt between Obi-Wan's thighs, he pushed himself inside and groaned, oh gods, so tight, so good.
The trio moved as one unit, Qui-Gon thrusting into his padawan, Obi-Wan thrusting into Grimesey and the soldier pushing back to create friction in his passage and to feel the fluttering brush against his prostate. Obi-Wan grabbed Grimesey's hips and changed the angle of their fucking.
Ah bliss, Grimesey moaned, he was so close and now Obi-Wan was pressing against the sweet button of pleasure buried deep inside of him. Then there were the shocks of Qui-Gons thrusts into Obi-Wan. It was sensory overload of the most joyous variety. They all were slamming against each other, shuddering in pleasure and climbing close, closer still to that elusive climax.
Qui-Gon was the first to fall into the abyss as he poured himself into his beloved and sobbed his completion against Obi-Wan's shoulder. He reached, belatedly for Grimsey's shaft and pumped it with firm strokes, this proved too much for the man and after 2 or 3 strokes Qui-Gon felt the warm gush of Grimesey's release coat his fingers. Grimesey screamed and tightened around Obi-Wan who echoed the pasionate cry and came deep inside the other man's body.
When everyone had ridden out their pleasure and was boneless with satiation, they pulled gently apart, them reassembled their positions so they all laid spooned together, arms clutching each other and faces buried into necks in attempt to prolong the imtimacy. Then they slept.
In the morning the men stood on the hill overlooking the valley, it was time to make their goodbyes. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had received an urgent mesage from the Jedi Council to leave their vacation earlier and go negotiate a trade settlement between a group of miners and a certain greedy company known for their unfair labor practices. It was with a heavy heart that they made their goodbyes.
"We will return," Obi-Wan promised, his heart aching as he already felt as if his missed his new lover.
"Take care, Obi-Wan," Grimesey whispered and pressed a heartfelt kiss to the lips he'd been caressing all night. He was sore, sated and happier than he'd been in months. He knew he would see these new lovers again, the promise was in both of their eyes. he turned to Qui-Gon and gave him a searching kiss. "Next time," he whispered. Qui-Gon nodded, then rubbed Grimesey's head affectionately, much as his padawan was fond of doing.
Grimesey watched them walk back to their ship, then turn and wave to him. he waved back and smiled. As he watched their ship ascend and disappear in a flash of motion throught the atmosphere he reflected on the change that had been wrought in his heart. It was light, almost carefree. He felt like it could soar as high as the ship that had taken off for the stars. He smiled, it was a good morning, it was his birthday and he'd received the best gift of his life. Two hearts, right there, in the palm of his hand.
He turned and walked back down to his camp, still smiling.