[Sweethearts week]Jedi Training
Title: Jedi Training
Genre: Sci-fi/Romance
Pairing(s): USUK
Word Count: 1139
Rating/Warnings: P-15is, badly written porn...
Summary: Sometimes Master Kirkland wished his apprentice could suppress his feelings for him, and sometimes he wishes he could to the same. Star Wars!AU
AN: Another idea that's been stirring from this by haku!
They shouldn't be doing what they were. They were supposed to suppress such emotions and actions, but for some reason they can't and they end up in situations like what they currently were. All hot and bothered and few places to turn. Maybe that's why they did things in the oddest of places, like alley ways, in the back of a transport ship, or in the cargo bay of a Clone ship if they were desperate. So he wasn't all too surprised when he found himself pushed up against a large crate, his lover teasing him from a distance.
Arthur could laugh at the fact that he told the ship’s captain they needed the cargo bay empty of people for Jedi training. Of course, the clone had said, 'yes,' for one did not tell a Jedi Master no. Even if his appearance was only a few critical tests away from becoming a knight. However, what they were doing was not Jedi training. Unless stripping one’s student while being shoved up against a crate with the Force counted as training. Arthur doubted it, but he wasn't going to care much when he's aroused.
He half blames Alfred for the fact that he can't suppress his emotions correctly anymore. The boy always had more emotions then Arthur could ever think if suppressing. Even when he was a Youngling, Alfred was more likely to lose his hold on his emotions with ease. Yoda didn't care much though, he was always positive, and the over flowing positive mood wasn't hurting anyone. Arthur had agreed with the old master, until Alfred's emotions started rubbing of on him and his control. At the moment though it didn't matter, Alfred currently had way too many cloths on.
Arthur gasped when he felt a sharp tug on his robe, jerking him from the concentration on Alfred's belt. He heard a snicker and glared at the young apprentice.
"Not so fast." Alfred commented with a grin, causing an impatient groan from Arthur. "You already ripped off our flowing robes."
Arthur attempted to charge at the young apprentice, only to be shoved against the crate with a loud bang. He hissed slightly from the pain, his green eyes sharp has he gave a shove at the other's Force hold. "You need to learn how to play fair."
"Like you play fair once you get impatient." Alfred commented, tightening the pressure on Arthur.
With a frustrated growl Arthur pulled his apprentice closer to him without warning. Alfred gave a small shriek of surprise, his force hold dropping quickly. The master chuckled. "You need to learn how to out think you prey." Arthur said coming forward to meet his apprentice's lips with vigor.
He felt the other smile warmly on his lips. Returning it himself, Arthur felt the other easing him up against the crate this time. His hands working on his belt and under the fabric of his robe. Arthur surrendered a moan, finally a touch and enough shoving around with the Force. Still when they were using the force at least they could play it off as something it wasn’t. But Arthur longs for the other’s touch on his skin, and though they may touch often, they don’t touch like this.
His hands fumble around with Alfred’s belt when Alfred’s hands start moving lower on his body. The belt fell to the floor, before working on getting Alfred’s top off his shoulders. The fabric slides right off, revealing the muscles Arthur loves running his hands over and the reminders of pervious events like this. He kissed his apprentice heatedly, his body melting into the others and his left hand worked its way into the sunny blonde hair on the other’s head. Arthur shivered as his top was pushed away and his back was pushed against the cold metal of the crate.
It doesn’t take long for Alfred’s hands to end up down his pants, cupping his bottom while grinding against him with such want. Arthur’s lost in the heat and pleasure, though his head back and letting out a moan as Alfred found his hard nipples fascinating to play with. Something in the back of his head tells him they need to stop, too much of this and somewhere along the line the might go rogue or join the Dark Side. However Arthur can’t work out just how that will happen with the force Alfred was grinding into him.
The apprentice’s fingers attempt to work their way into his hole and prepare him for the sex to come. The master however gasped, and pushed at the other slightly. “No…remember we’re back up for Kenobi.” Arthur breathed out. Alfred groaned, but kept up his grinned and slid his hands out of his Master’s pants before shoving them done. He took a brief moment to look his master’s smaller body and pale complexion. “Alfred!”
“Yes, Master,” Alfred said lowly, his blue eyes filled with lust, as he gently touched Arthur’s inner thigh, wiggling his fingers and fondling the other’s balls with the force, causing a deep blush on the other’s cheeks.
“Stop being a tease.” Arthur snapped, somehow managing to glare in his ecstasy.
“Of course, Master.” Alfred said with a curl in his voice before he yelp in surprise and Arthur shoved his pants down with the Force.
They ground against each other, they wanted sex, but at the moment it was all they were going to get. So there they were in the cargo bay grinning against each other with moans pouring from their mouths as well as grunts. Arthur’s hands were in Alfred’s hair and his body was arched against the crate. They came on each other’s stomachs, the other’s name on their lips before sliding down to the floor in a sweaty, panting pile.
For a moment they snuggled, breathing in the other’s sent and petting their hair as they cold down. They don’t say anything, they fear the words that might come out, the emotions they can express or even have for the other, yet they do. They act like brothers and friends, but they were more and admitting it out loud would bring the words “suppress it.” They got up after ten minutes and get dressed and clean up as well as they can. With one last kiss they get up to exit the bay.
Alfred smiled at some of the clones by the door, commenting about how rough Arthur’s training could be. After all Master Kirkland was known for his light saber skills and hard Force training. The clones don’t asked much about it, usually small things Alfred can make up himself, they respect the fact that Arthur wishes to keep his training secret, when in reality, his making love to his apprentice and feeling himself slipping more and more away from his duties.
AN: The end is full of fail porn -sobs- I don't know, but this is an idea I had where Arthur and Alfred are in love and Jedi Master and Apprentice blooming for a while now. That and I want porn with the Force stripping. I put them in the middle of Clone wars because I can so deal with it. Sorry for my lack of Star Wars knowledge, I love the movies but I only know the basics of everything.
Genre: Sci-fi/Romance
Pairing(s): USUK
Word Count: 1139
Rating/Warnings: P-15is, badly written porn...
Summary: Sometimes Master Kirkland wished his apprentice could suppress his feelings for him, and sometimes he wishes he could to the same. Star Wars!AU
AN: Another idea that's been stirring from this by haku!
They shouldn't be doing what they were. They were supposed to suppress such emotions and actions, but for some reason they can't and they end up in situations like what they currently were. All hot and bothered and few places to turn. Maybe that's why they did things in the oddest of places, like alley ways, in the back of a transport ship, or in the cargo bay of a Clone ship if they were desperate. So he wasn't all too surprised when he found himself pushed up against a large crate, his lover teasing him from a distance.
Arthur could laugh at the fact that he told the ship’s captain they needed the cargo bay empty of people for Jedi training. Of course, the clone had said, 'yes,' for one did not tell a Jedi Master no. Even if his appearance was only a few critical tests away from becoming a knight. However, what they were doing was not Jedi training. Unless stripping one’s student while being shoved up against a crate with the Force counted as training. Arthur doubted it, but he wasn't going to care much when he's aroused.
He half blames Alfred for the fact that he can't suppress his emotions correctly anymore. The boy always had more emotions then Arthur could ever think if suppressing. Even when he was a Youngling, Alfred was more likely to lose his hold on his emotions with ease. Yoda didn't care much though, he was always positive, and the over flowing positive mood wasn't hurting anyone. Arthur had agreed with the old master, until Alfred's emotions started rubbing of on him and his control. At the moment though it didn't matter, Alfred currently had way too many cloths on.
Arthur gasped when he felt a sharp tug on his robe, jerking him from the concentration on Alfred's belt. He heard a snicker and glared at the young apprentice.
"Not so fast." Alfred commented with a grin, causing an impatient groan from Arthur. "You already ripped off our flowing robes."
Arthur attempted to charge at the young apprentice, only to be shoved against the crate with a loud bang. He hissed slightly from the pain, his green eyes sharp has he gave a shove at the other's Force hold. "You need to learn how to play fair."
"Like you play fair once you get impatient." Alfred commented, tightening the pressure on Arthur.
With a frustrated growl Arthur pulled his apprentice closer to him without warning. Alfred gave a small shriek of surprise, his force hold dropping quickly. The master chuckled. "You need to learn how to out think you prey." Arthur said coming forward to meet his apprentice's lips with vigor.
He felt the other smile warmly on his lips. Returning it himself, Arthur felt the other easing him up against the crate this time. His hands working on his belt and under the fabric of his robe. Arthur surrendered a moan, finally a touch and enough shoving around with the Force. Still when they were using the force at least they could play it off as something it wasn’t. But Arthur longs for the other’s touch on his skin, and though they may touch often, they don’t touch like this.
His hands fumble around with Alfred’s belt when Alfred’s hands start moving lower on his body. The belt fell to the floor, before working on getting Alfred’s top off his shoulders. The fabric slides right off, revealing the muscles Arthur loves running his hands over and the reminders of pervious events like this. He kissed his apprentice heatedly, his body melting into the others and his left hand worked its way into the sunny blonde hair on the other’s head. Arthur shivered as his top was pushed away and his back was pushed against the cold metal of the crate.
It doesn’t take long for Alfred’s hands to end up down his pants, cupping his bottom while grinding against him with such want. Arthur’s lost in the heat and pleasure, though his head back and letting out a moan as Alfred found his hard nipples fascinating to play with. Something in the back of his head tells him they need to stop, too much of this and somewhere along the line the might go rogue or join the Dark Side. However Arthur can’t work out just how that will happen with the force Alfred was grinding into him.
The apprentice’s fingers attempt to work their way into his hole and prepare him for the sex to come. The master however gasped, and pushed at the other slightly. “No…remember we’re back up for Kenobi.” Arthur breathed out. Alfred groaned, but kept up his grinned and slid his hands out of his Master’s pants before shoving them done. He took a brief moment to look his master’s smaller body and pale complexion. “Alfred!”
“Yes, Master,” Alfred said lowly, his blue eyes filled with lust, as he gently touched Arthur’s inner thigh, wiggling his fingers and fondling the other’s balls with the force, causing a deep blush on the other’s cheeks.
“Stop being a tease.” Arthur snapped, somehow managing to glare in his ecstasy.
“Of course, Master.” Alfred said with a curl in his voice before he yelp in surprise and Arthur shoved his pants down with the Force.
They ground against each other, they wanted sex, but at the moment it was all they were going to get. So there they were in the cargo bay grinning against each other with moans pouring from their mouths as well as grunts. Arthur’s hands were in Alfred’s hair and his body was arched against the crate. They came on each other’s stomachs, the other’s name on their lips before sliding down to the floor in a sweaty, panting pile.
For a moment they snuggled, breathing in the other’s sent and petting their hair as they cold down. They don’t say anything, they fear the words that might come out, the emotions they can express or even have for the other, yet they do. They act like brothers and friends, but they were more and admitting it out loud would bring the words “suppress it.” They got up after ten minutes and get dressed and clean up as well as they can. With one last kiss they get up to exit the bay.
Alfred smiled at some of the clones by the door, commenting about how rough Arthur’s training could be. After all Master Kirkland was known for his light saber skills and hard Force training. The clones don’t asked much about it, usually small things Alfred can make up himself, they respect the fact that Arthur wishes to keep his training secret, when in reality, his making love to his apprentice and feeling himself slipping more and more away from his duties.
AN: The end is full of fail porn -sobs- I don't know, but this is an idea I had where Arthur and Alfred are in love and Jedi Master and Apprentice blooming for a while now. That and I want porn with the Force stripping. I put them in the middle of Clone wars because I can so deal with it. Sorry for my lack of Star Wars knowledge, I love the movies but I only know the basics of everything.