A/N - As this is my first fic, lemme give some deets. I had this idea one day when I was bored (don't we always), and I suddenly thought, hey, why not put it into words !
It was a quiet day on the Ghost, and everyone was relaxed and minding their own business.
Kanan was meditating - or trying to - in his room. Hera was messing around with force knows what in the cockpit. Sabine was being her usual creative self and formulating new ways of making the Ghost's interior look more like a modern art museum, and less like a dilapidated old freighter. Zeb decided that he wanted to work on his bo-rifle skills, using Chopper as his dummy. Which left Ezra, doing things your average teen human male does.
"Ugh" Ezra thought as he woke up, somewhat annoyed at the racket between Zeb and that 'stupid rust bucket'. Laying back down, the boy wondered, "Hmm, with Zeb occupied, that leaves some time to -" before finishing the thought, he jumped of the bunk and grabbed his pad.
Acting quickly, Ezra made sure to check no-one else was on the 'net, as everyone on the Ghost could see what everyone on the Ghost was doing on it. With extreme speed and anxiety, such is the case for paranoid people, Ezra opened up his 'favourite' holonet section. A connection he'd made on the streets, Ezra knew his way around the more 'adult' areas of the online galaxy, and looked forward to his daily date with them. Not a moment later, Ezra found a holo he was interested in and began to whack off.
Mid-shenanigan however, an idea popped into his hormone-jammed mind - "Why are you using your hand, Bridger, you've got the Force!". And with that, the ex-street urchin dropped his firm grip and closed his eyes "OK, all I gotta do is focus, shouldn't be too hard, since I do this most days". And just like that, Ezra's bright blue eyes widened and shot open, revelling in the fact his shaft was rubbing itself by its own accord.
Mouth trembling and limbs in spasm, Ezra grew closer and closer to climax, and just at that moment, mere seconds from the biggest explosion of his life, Ezra heard his room's door fly open, and heard a familiar voice.
"What the HELL are you doing, kid?!"
So, what did you think? Not the greatest, but you gotta start somewhere!
Please R&R so I can improve my abysmal storytelling.