This fic is much more explicit, you've been warned! The rating just went up :p
anyways, this is for kitfisto'sgirl, or theclonegirl :D hope you like it.
"Eeth! You're alright!" The big booming laugh of Kit Fisto seemed to awaken Jedi Master Eeth Koth out of the foggy realm he'd been living in for the past week. Somehow his friend's green tentacle head made him feel stronger—happier. He managed a grin as the Nautolan approached him, hand outstretched. Eeth gladly took it.
Kit pulled his friend up off his finely designed sofa and drew his arms around Eeth's tattooed face. Pausing momentarily, as if asking silently for some permission, Kit drew the other man's face towards his own as their lips met slowly in a delicate, yet passionate kiss.
Perhaps there was a little more than friendship between them.
Both Jedi knew the rules, and they simply choose to temporarily ignore them, as Kit would put it. "What is a code worth if no one dared to stretch it?" He'd asked the first time, and Eeth, unable to deny the other Jedi anymore, finally agreed.
Kit drew away momentarily and lied back on the sofa, nearly grabbing Eeth on top of him. They were in the Zabrak's living quarters as he'd just been released from under medical care following his capture by the notorious General Grievous.
"I was so worried—Adi informed me you were close to death when they reached you, but even then I'm sure you still had the urge to push on." Kit said, running his green fingers through Eeth's braided hair. Under Kit's touch, Eeth felt drowsy, and particularly safe. "Well, I have a good reason to." He replied, flushing nervously as he drew his own hands up to stroke Kit's tentacles. Kit muttered a soft moan as he moved his own hands down towards Eeth's torso. "I suppose you do".
"I'm lucky Adi and Anakin arrived when they did—I'm lucky that they came for me at all, really. Grievous—well, you know—" Eeth was silenced as he felt Kit's fingers tease his right nipple, and he drew back his head and groaned rather than finish his sentence. Kit smiled at this reaction and continued. "I know,"
The Nautolan rolled over so that he now lay on top of Eeth, making the other man blush even more. Their lips met again, Kit pushing a little more dominance now on his partner, running one hand through Eeth's long black hair while the other came up and cupped his chin. Kit's tongue drove into Eeth's mouth, and pulled away only for a breath of air. Kit tore away Eeth's robe, leaving him in just a pair of simple brown cargo pants. Kit's lips now found Eeth's nipple again as he pinched it with his teeth, circling it endearingly with his tongue. He pulled away after several moments to trail kisses down Eeth's neck and chest as the Zabrak moaned. Shyly, as if to return the favor, Eeth took Kit's hand in his and brought it down slowly. Across his neck, down his torso, to the very end until it rested on Eeth's thigh. The pair's eyes met. Kit's mouth broke into a winning smile as he reached up to gently stroke Eeth's crotch. The Zabrak gasped in pleasure as Kit's hands rubbed along his shaft, teasing him successfully. Eeth's head rolled back lazily. His eyes closed momentarily, but fluttered open again "Take it off, Kit . . ." He mumbled incoherently.
"You're sure?" Fisto cocked his head adorably, and Eeth felt himself grow even harder. "By the force, I'm sure"
"Thank the stars" Kit sighed as he quickly undid his own robe, slipping out of it with ease, now only wearing long brown cargo pants, the same as Eeth's. The green Jedi wasted no time as his hands dipped into the fold in Eeth's pants as he slid them off, boxers and all. Eeth forgot to be self-conscious and nervous. Everything just felt so right.
Kit took the rock hard member in his hand and ran his hand over it, until it reached the base and he gripped it firmly. Eeth cringed and let out a low moan as he felt himself jerk forward from Kit's touch as the other man's fingers began roughly stroking and handling him. Eeth began pumping in movement with his hand, getting faster by every second. Eeth felt like he might explode under the pressure at any moment-and afraid he grabbed Kit's other hand, which made him immediately stop his actions. Kit looked at him quizzically, but seemed to understand. He withdrew his grasp and felt Eeth shudder as he moved his hands towards his own pants.
Suddenly Eeth gripped Kit's hand once more. "Here," Eeth smiled "Let me".
Kit seemed surprised, but smiled warmly as he allowed Eeth to undo the belt that held up his pants. They slid off, revealing a pair of pointed boxers. Glad Kit was as aroused as he was, Eeth took a breath before he plunged his hands into heaven.
"Yes-Kit-harder!" Eeth gripped the Jedi's shoulders as Kit pushed into him forcefully once again. Kit was pumping him at a fast and amazing rhythm. Eeth knew they were both going to let go at any moment now-but it was hard to think as he was slammed into again and again. Kit was grinning and moaning just as loud as Eeth, and every so often he'd lean his head over Eeth's and plant a kiss on either cheek. One of Kit's hand was on Eeth's shoulder while the other was underneath, pumping Eeth's member at the same speed he was thrusting. Eeth couldn't hold on any longer.
With the last, best explosion of pleasure, Eeth shouted Kit's name into the night as he went limp under the Nautolan. Kit followed just moments later, emptying himself into Eeth as he collapsed on top of him.
Panting, the two lay like that for a while, lost in each other's company. It was only till Eeth regained his breath that he rolled over so that he was able to see Kit's face once again, and they met in a last, hungry kiss.
"So," Eeth paused to smile and brush the sweat off Kit's forehead "When are you leaving?" He asked. The smile off Kit's face was gone, as if pulled away by the force.
"Tomorrow," Kit whispered, just barely whispered into Eeth's ear.
Eeth smiled sadly before lifting up his head and planting a kiss to Kit's forehead. "Let's make tonight really count then".
Da end :) hope you liked it. this one's much more um, explicit, obviously, like i said. please review.
this is one out of a 6 part series that i'm going to do, called 6 degrees of separation. i might publish it separately from the drabbles, but we'll see. they'll focus on the emotions and events that keep the different pairs apart. that's why this one is war, cuz it's what keeps kit and eeth away but also strong.