Ruffled

Anakin was in his room with Tahiri supposedly studying. Tahiri to be fair was. Anakin however had other ideas. He watched as she bent her head over her datapad. She was lying sprawled across his bed, her feet bare as always.

Anakin had had enough. He moved closer and started to nuzzle her behind her ear. A slow smile blossomed on her lips but her hand balled up into a fist and punched him in the arm.

"Ouch! Hey, what's the matter with you?"

"Nothing. I just want to get this done. I'm not as good at this stuff as you are." She rolled her eyes at him.

Anakin sighed and was about to admit defeat when R2 entered without announcing himself.

"Beeeeeep......twer.........eeeppppp!!!!"

"Artoo! I've told you to signal before you come in here." Anakin got up on his knees scowling at the little droid.

Artoo didn't seem intimidated in the least. He informed Anakin that if his uncle knew what kind of studying he was actually doing, he'd have a lot to answer for.

Anakin narrowed his eyes at the bossy droid but conceded defeat. He definitely didn't want these study sessions to be interrupted in the future.

"Alright, alright. You win. Whaddya want anyway?"

Artoo rolled over to Anakin's desk and plugged into his comm. After a few whirring sounds, he extracted his input arm and rolled out the way he'd come, giving Anakin one last raspberry toot.

"Show-off." Anakin mumbled.

"What is it?" Tahiri got up and joined Anakin at the desk.

"Some message I think. Wait." He punched in the access code and the vid display came to life. He was greeted by the image of his father, Han Solo.

"Oh. It's just Dad."

His father's visage cracked a lop-sided grin as he spoke. "I'll be there in about three days. Make sure Jacen is there to collect these squiggly worm things he wanted. I can't stand 'em on my ship much longer. Oh! And tell your sister to be ready to help with the coolant line replacement. I'm not leaving Yavin until it's done. See ya soon, sprout!"

Tell Jacen he would. Their father hadn't visited in a good while and certainly not since Jacen had had his epiphany. Three days. He'd tell Jacen later so he could figure out what he wanted to do.

"Come on. Let's get back to work." He was about to follow Tahiri back to the bed when he stopped. He turned back to the comm to check the time of the message send info.

"Oh...oh..."

Anakin's mouth was hanging open. Tahiri looked at him quizzically.

"Now what?"

He looked at Tahiri. She wouldn't know. He hadn't told her. He had to find Jacen. "Just wait here. I'll be back." He dashed out of the room headed for the staff corridor.

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Jacen was lying on the bed, his arms above his head and his eyes closed. He could feel Kyp coming closer. Everytime he got close enough for Jacen to touch him, he'd pull away.

It was driving him insane. But he knew that was exactly what the Jedi wanted.

He didn't mind. He sighed as he enjoyed the sensations of having his thighs massaged. He'd never been so happy in his life. He was literally bursting at the seams with happiness. He ate, drank, slept, dreamed and breathed Kyp Durron. He knew he was being excessive, but he just didn't care.

"I think you're having a little too much fun there," Kyp said.

Jacen arched his back as he stretched. He opened one eye and looked down at his lover.

"Isn't that what you want?"

Kyp raised an eyebrow as he kissed inside Jacen's thigh, his cheek grazing a more sensitive area. Jacen jerked. "Of course. But you are getting very, very spoiled."

Jacen shrugged and lay back again. "Anytime you want to switch roles, Master, let me know."

Kyp stopped and looked up at Jacen with a devious smile. "Oh, really."

Jacen stopped smiling and looked down again. "Uh...that is. I meant..."

Kyp shook his head slowly. "Oh no, you're not squirming your way out of that one." He crawled up next to him then flopped in his place. He nudged Jacen in the ribs. "Get to work."

Jacen smirked. "Okay. Fair enough." He lowered himself over Kyp's hips, straddling him and proceeded to massage his chest. Kyp relaxed and put his hands behind his head. He let himself succumb to the luxurious feel of Jacen's hot palms on his skin. The younger Jedi began to grind his hips into his, rubbing his balls over Kyp's steadily hardening penis.

He was just about to sit up and toss Jacen onto his belly when there was a quiet rap at the door. Kyp didn't even get a chance to acknowledge through the comm before Anakin came stumbling in.

"Ooof!" He tripped over Jacen's boots and flew head first onto the foot of the bed. Upon opening his eyes he was greeted with the sight of Jacen's bum, thankfully covered, but sitting astride Kyp who was in a similar state of undress.

"Oh Kriff!!" Anakin howled. He stumbled again, this time falling backward on his bum.

Jacen scrambled off of Kyp and grabbed his pants. Kyp jumped up and went to relock the door. He turned on Anakin. "How did you open that??"

Anakin looked up at him. "I decoded it of course. What'd ya think?"

Jacen was pulling his tunic over his head. "I think what he means is...why?"

Anakin looked back at his brother. "Because I knew you were in here and you wouldn't come out. And there's something..." he pointed up to indicate the sky. "That I have to tell you."

Kyp sighed and went to put on his pants. Jacen crossed his arms over his chest. "And it couldn't wait until later?"

Anakin shook his head. "Not this." He stopped as the sound of repulsors whined outside the window. But these had the unmistakeable familiar whine of a freighter. Jacen ran to the window and gazed out, disbelieving.

The Millenium Falcon was landing.

Next time: What will Papa Bear say???

Notes: *its starting to get dark. this part came to me so I thought I'd put it up, the rest coming soon. have to finish a project first*