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Small Spaces	By : remthepanda Category: Star Wars (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kit Fisto, Anakin Skywalker, Nahdar Vebb or anything related to the Star Wars Universe. They’re the property of Lucas LTMD. I make no money off of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Small Spaces
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kit Fisto, Anakin Skywalker, Nahdar Vebb or anything related to the Star Wars Universe. They’re the property of Lucas LTMD. I make no money off of this story.
Pairing: Kit/Obi-Wan
Warnings: HJ, Slash, Xeno. Little bit of fluff. Nothing too extreme.
Okay, so just FYI, I always like how the drawn Kit looks compared to the real life one they use in the movies. Kinda like comic book, though the ones in the Clone Wars isn’t terrible.
I’m not really sure where this thing came from…damn crack bunnys.

Small Spaces
Kit Fisto was a fairly famous Jedi. Well-liked and respected, quick with a laugh and (if perhaps slightly racist) a joke. Obi-Wan had been paired with him before, as a Knight and as an Initiate. They’d been in the same saber class for a year or so, thanks to Obi-Wan’s advanced lightsaber skills, before the older Jedi had disappeared off to be a padawan.
The seeds of their friendship – and rivalry – had been sowed around the same time. They’d kept in touch as Knights (Kit had been on the first people to dare come up and speak to him after Qui-Gon’s death) and as the former Master of one his best friends the two had seen each other often. Add to the fact that his current padawan was a good age and skill match for Anakin and he’d gotten to know the Nautolan Jedi quite well.
That didn’t mean he enjoyed sharing a sleep capsule with him. The mission they’d been paired on didn’t seem like it would be a hard one. Easy, but incredibly long. Neither one of their padawans were thrilled about it. Anakin in particular was being a nightmare about it, but that was simply his padawan's way. The fact that they four sleep capsules they reserved on their cruiser had somehow been reduced to two wasn’t helping.
Putting the two boys together had been Kit’s idea. They weren’t getting along and he thought maybe a night together in such close quarters would help them learn to tolerate and appreciate each other’s personal space. Considering the two had been at each other’s throats ever since Anakin had called the young Mon Calamari a squid face in practice, Obi-Wan hadn't thought it such a bad idea. They needed the two to be able to function during the mission and while usually Nahdar Vebb was a pretty well tempered child the insult seemed incredibly upsetting to him.
Perhaps it was. Obi-Wan had pretty much forgotten what it was like to be an eleven year old. As it was, that left him and Kit sharing a space that was hardly the size of a twin bed. Kit slid in first, settling on his side. Obi-Wan followed him, shutting the hatch behind him before wiggling down until his booted feet smacked against the metal end. He began to roll onto his shoulder so they'd both have more room but Kit stopped him.
“I know you have a bad shoulder, don’t worry about it. This is plenty of space for me.”
Obi-Wan frowned at the older Knight. It was true, he'd messed up his left shoulder something terrible as a padawan and sleeping on it always made him hurt for days afterwards but it seemed unfair that he should have the majority of room in the small space. “Are you sure?”
Kit waved his concerns off and so Obi-Wan settled down to sleep. It was incredibly disconcerting being so close to his friend/rival but Obi-Wan steadfastly ignored his discomfort and focused on falling asleep. The sooner he slept the sooner his personal space would be returned to him. Obi-Wan was just about to fall asleep, lulled by the gentle sounds of Kit’s even breathing, when he felt a large hand cup his crotch.
He shot up so fast he would have smacked his head on the capsule roof if Kit hadn't yanked him back down.
“Kit, what are you doing?” Obi-Wan’s voice came out in a startled yelp and he instantly tried to pull away. The small space didn’t allow for it though and so instead he grabbed the Nautolan’s writ and pulled. It was like trying to move a steal bar though and his efforts only earned him Kit’s laughter.
“I keep forgetting how weak you humans are.” Obi-Wan grit his teeth. You have got to be kidding me. Surely he’s not going to be a racist son-of-a-bitch while he's molesting me.
“Kit, stop it.” Obi-Wan growled out, attempting to pull away from the Nautolan yet again. He didn't have much room to maneuver though and Kit’s grip on his privates made him unwilling to struggle too hard.
The hand began to rub in slow strokes, sending pleasant throbs of pleasure through his rapidly hardening cock. The smug grin on Kit's face made the younger Jedi want to smack him but that would mean removing his hands from the Nautolan's wrist and giving him freedom to roam. He was hard enough for Kit to grab him easily through the fabric of his pants and squeeze. Obi-Wan bit his lip turned his face away from the Nautolan in embarrassment. “Does that feel good, Obi-Wan?”
...it did. It’d been so long since he’d had the chance to get off. Anakin was everywhere - into everything. Personal time was a memory of the past with the overexcited kid around. And explaining what masturbation was, was one conversation that Obi-Wan wanted to delay as long as possible. A smooth hand slid under his waist band and easily slid his cock out. Obi-Wan let out a pitiful groan as Kit stroked his full length once, then twice. He could already feel himself starting leak.
“What-” A calloused fingertip slid over the head and Obi-Wan temporarily forgot what he was saying. A finger nail brushed across his slit and the human Jedi cried out, the hand gripping Kit’s wrist tightly as he tugged violently. At this point he wasn’t sure if it was to try and remove the hand or speed up Kit’s slow exploration. It been ages since he touched himself, but it had been far longer since someone else had. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be stroked by someone else. The smooth fingers slid over his head once more and Obi-Wan let out a hiss of breath as Kit played with his slit, opening and closing, sliding a finger nail in before pulling away.
“How long has it been since you’ve had release, Kenobi?” His breath tickled the side of Obi-Wan’s neck and the younger Jedi allowed one of his hands to release Kit's wrist, clawing at the covers beneath them in desperation as he felt a thick, slick tongue slid across the shell of his ear. He had to stop this, now. All it would take was one good Force push. Kit was good, but not as good Obi-Wan. He knew he could do it. But then the boys - what would he say to the boys? And Obi-Wan really didn't want to have to Force throw his mission partner.
And, part of him whispered traitorously, he didn't want it to stop either.
“Why are you doing this?” Obi-Wan managed, his voice strained and aching to his own ears. The hand encompassing his cock gripped him tighter. “Y-You don’t like humans.”
“I usually don’t.” Kit agreed.
“Then why?” His argument was lost again as Kit began to speed up his pace. Long fingers gripping him, sliding over his tip each time they reached the top of his shaft before dragging down far enough to flick his balls in one long, smooth movement. There was a solid consistency in Kit's movements that Obi-Wan hadn't felt before. The pace evened out and remained the same, driving him insane with its precisionist touches.
Oh Force. Obi-Wan was barely keeping his hips from rising off the bed. He squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to even chance catching a glance at the Nautolan Jedi’s face. Why the hell is he doing this? The older Jedi wasn’t about to let Obi-Wan forget his presence though. His free arm slid under and around the smaller human, pulling until he’d pressed the entirety of his long, lean body against his side.
“Does it feel good?” Kit asked again, his own voice sounding slightly breathless against Obi-Wan’s forehead. “It should, I looked it up.”
The thought of Kit Fisto looking up how to get off a human was somehow incredibly erotic. With a pitiful moan as Obi-Wan finally gave into the urge to snap his hips up to meet each stroke, the hand on Kit’s wrist relocating to grasp onto the other’s tunic instead.
Kit hummed in satisfaction at the display of submission. “You like that, don’t you? That I looked that up for you.”
Obi-Wan still couldn’t believe this was happening. There was no way he was stuffed in tiny bed capsule on a republic ship being jacked off by Kit Fisto. The chances that he’d die of embarrassment after this was over was high. This was his bestfriend's Master for forcessake! What the hell would Bant say if she ever found out?
The face of the Twi’lek Jedi that Kit was sometimes involved with flashed across his mind and the human Knight clung to the guilt it brought in a desperate attempt to stave off his rapidly approaching orgasm.
“What about A-Aayla?” Obi-Wan breathed out as he tried to somehow regain control of the situation. “I thought you two-”
Kit did something with his hand that made him break off into a pitiful whimper. Silently Obi-Wan vowed to never let himself get so pent up that he could be manipulated like this again.
“She’s special to me.” Kit admitted softly, his free hand sliding up until it separated Obi-Wan’s from its death grip on the sheets and intertwined their fingers. “But so are you.”
The strangely intimate act and words hit him harder than Obi-Wan thought possible and the younger Jedi threw his head back, the sounds coming from his mouth far too embarrassing for him to even admit they were his own.
The Nautolan smirked against his heated skin, “Are you going to cum, Obi-Wan? I read about that, too.”
“Kit, please, I-”
With a strangled cry he came. Obi-Wan didn’t know if it was the buildup or the way he’d achieved it that made the orgasm so intense but he came harder than he could ever remember. He writhed under Kit’s grip, every muscle drawn so tight that it hurt. With a gasp he collapsed back against the bed, his clothes uncomfortably soaked with sweat and his own cum. It took Obi-Wan far longer than it should of for him to come back to himself.
He was vaguely aware of Kit tucking him back into his pants and wiping his hand off on Obi-Wan’s already soiled tunic and the human Jedi let out a breath of disgusted frustration as he struggled to get the dirty thing off. Kit’s hands swatted his away and easily pulled it off, tossing it down by their feet. Obi-Wan let out a small sound of exhaustion as he settle back down against the padding, body still pressed against the Nautolan’s lean frame. Kit’s long arms wrapped easily around him, one laying lightly over his waist while the other provided an impromptu pillow for Obi-Wan’s head.
Obi-Wan felt better than he had in months and with a sigh of contentment, the smaller Jedi burrowed into the warmth next to him, nestling his face against the crook of Kit’s neck. It wasn’t until the other Jedi stiffened in surprise at the affectionate action that Obi-Wan’s sleep addled brain realized that he had just snuggled Kit Fisto. Before the human Jedi could pull away in absolute mortification the arm around his waist tightened, tucking Obi-Wan even further against the older Jedi. The pressure of fingers on his chin was finally enough of an incentive for him to open his eyes – barely – and Obi-Wan had just enough time to catch sight of black, pupil-less eyes before smooth lips were pressed against his own.
The kiss was soft and when Kit’s tongue slid against his lips, Obi-Wan obediently opened them. The Nautolan tasted like the amber alcohol he drank so much and a part of the straight laced Jedi registered with some annoyance that it most likely meant he had a stash on him for the mission. They stayed like that for a while, tongues lazily exploring each other’s mouth, before Kit pulled away.
There was a strangely tender look on the older Jedi’s face as his fingers played across Obi-Wan’s neck and jaw and the human fought to keep his eyes open, entranced by the expression.
“Kit-” Fingers slid over his lips, cutting his words off as Kit settled back down next to him. Irritated at never being allowed to finish a damn sentence around the other Knight, Obi-Wan bit lightly at them.
The Nautolan pulled them away with a chuckled of amusement. “What’s wrong?”
“I…you…” Obi-Wan faltered for a moment, unsure of what to say and more than a little aware that his words were slurred from his exhaustion. It wasn’t fair that he’d been given release when he hadn’t done anything for Kit…He wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to do. “I want…” Obi-Wan faltered again, unable to say the actual words.
It seemed he didn’t need to though. Lips brushed against his forehead. “Next time, Obi. Get some sleep.”
It was draw to see what shocked him more – the use of a nickname or the promise behind those words. Or the fact that Obi-Wan wasn't radically opposed to the concept of a 'next time.’ Sleep was quickly making functioning thought difficult but Obi-Wan had enough wits about him to realize the ridiculousness of the situation. Still it didn’t keep him from rolling onto his good side, so that his chest was pressed against Kit’s, or slinging a sleep heavy arm around the older Knight’s waist.
“N’ht, Kit.”
The arms around him tightened.
“Goodnight, Obi-Wan.”

Completely random scene that hit me when I was playing friggin’ Soul Caliber of all things. My mind freaks me out – I never thought of a Kit/Obi-Wan before. May be more (and considerably more graphic) if there is any interested or Soul Caliber inspires my crack bunnies again.
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