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Archive Date: October 3, 2000
Author's Webpage: http://come.to/prillalar
Disclaimer: SW belongs to George Lucas, not me. I do not
profit in any way by this story.
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Pairing: Jar Jar/Panaka
Rating: NC17 for M/M sexual situations
Summary: The love that dares not speak its name.
Warnings: This is not humour.
"Panaka." Now what?
The voice of his second-in-command crackled from the communicator. "We've got almost everyone assigned to quarters, sir."
"Almost?"
"I gave the Jedi the large room, as you ordered. There are just enough bunks for the guard and crew, with the Queen's sentries on rotation."
"Good. So, what's the problem?"
"The Gungan, sir. It's...in the way."
"I'll be right there." The Gungan. Of course.
When Panaka reached the wardroom, he found some of the crew clustered at one end, the Gungan drooping at the other, and his officer standing in the middle, writing on a clipboard.
"Tolmen, report."
The officer looked up. "It's bothering the crew, sir. Some of them say it's unlucky to have it aboard."
"Have you found quarters for him?"
"Well, my first thought was to let it stay in the droid area -- there's enough space. But then I thought the Jedi might be offended."
"Why didn't you put him in with them?"
Tolmen frowned. "I suggested it, but the Master Jedi said there wasn't enough room. I didn't press the issue."
Panaka nodded. He found the Jedi irritating, but it would be foolish to cross them. "It's too cold for him to sleep with the droids, anyway."
"How can you tell it's a him?" Tolmen smirked. "They all look the same to me."
How could Tolmen not tell? The shape of the skull, the lack of a pouch-bulge. The lines and build of the body. The length and contours of the haillu that draped miserably over the Gungan's chest. This was obviously an Otolla Gungan, male, and probably in his early twenties. "I have room," Panaka said. "He can bunk with me."
"Are you sure, sir? You shouldn't have to put up--"
Panaka held up a hand to cut him off. "At this point, I think it's just best to get him out of here. His presence obviously bothers the crew."
"Thank you, sir."
"You get back to doing the duty roster. I'll take care of this." Panaka approached the Gungan. "Follow me. I'll show you to your quarters." He watched the creature stand and smile nervously. Panaka smiled back. The Gungan's presence made him uncomfortable too.
Just in a different way.
He had felt it ever since they had come aboard, even during the tense moments of the battle. Smelled a faint wet tang in the air that raised the small hairs on the back of his neck and gave him at least one deep shiver that wasn't from fear. He had put it out of his mind, though. His was a vice others didn't understand very well and until this moment, he had planned not to indulge it. But it had been so long.
Panaka turned and led the way out of the wardroom. In the corridor, the Gungan walked beside him. "Meesa Jar Jar Binks."
"Panaka." He held out his hand and Jar Jar clasped it briefly. As the thick, cool fingers wrapped around his own, Panaka knew he was at least going to give it a try. Like his grandmother always told him, a missed opportunity was a missed life. And they were all going to die anyhow, right? So what did it matter if anyone suspected him of being a clamdigger?
They stopped and Panaka opened the door. His quarters were small, but there were two bunks, one on each wall, and a table to sit at. Jar Jar stooped inside. "Dissen nice."
"Stay here, okay? I'll get you some dinner." Panaka closed the door and headed to the galley. There wasn't much there that would appeal to a Gungan, but he found some cheese and a loaf of bread. And several bottles of water, very important.
Almost forgot. He buzzed Tolmen. "I'm going off-shift now. Don't call me unless there's an emergency." Then he was back in front of the door. It hissed open.
Jar Jar sat on one of the bunks, head hanging sheepishly. The table lay crumpled on the floor, twisted beyond repair. The Gungan looked at him and smiled weakly. "Sorry."
Annoying. He must have tried to climb on it or something. But Panaka couldn't afford to get upset with Jar Jar. This wasn't a house of ill-repute where a swampsucker like him could take his pleasure and hide his identity as long as he had the cash. Be nice, now. "Accidents happen. Don't worry about it." This could work to his advantage, actually. He sat down next to the Gungan. "Eat."
"Tank you. Meesa bery hungry." Panaka leaned back a little and breathed in the fragrance of the Gungan's skin, that damp, earthy smell that always made him think of growing things, of dripping ferns and burrowing gumbols. His blood was stirred, his fingers crept towards the Gungan's thigh and he only stopped them just in time. Deep breath -- in -- out -- okay.
The food was gone and all but one bottle of water. How to begin?
"Where weesa goin'?" Jar Jar turned, his haillu flopping down his back.
"Tatooine." Yes, this was it. "Very hot, very dry. You'll have to be careful not to get dehydrated or sunburned." He brushed his fingers along Jar Jar's arm. "Your skin is starting to dry out already."
"Tis?" Holding up his arm, Jar Jar peered at the mottled skin. "Maybe a bitty dry."
"I have some lotion." Panaka stood, crossed to his bunk, found the cream in his cabinet. "It's good to relax." He took a moment to unbutton his uniform jacket and pull off his boots, then made a show of stretching. It was a little chilly, but his undershirt was warm enough.
"Relaxin'? Meesa scared! Yousa thinkin' weesa not dyin'?"
"Of course not. Here, this will help you calm down." Panaka climbed onto the bunk and knelt behind the Gungan.
"What yousa doin'?" Jar Jar craned his neck around to look at Panaka.
Squirting some lotion into his palm, Panaka showed it to the Gungan. "Okay? You'll feel better."
A trace of surprise showed in the set of Jar Jar's haillu as he turned again. "Okiday. Tis a long time since meesa havin' fancy skin-salve."
Panaka spread the lotion over his fingertips. "Jar Jar, how did you meet the Jedi, anyhow?" He smoothed the lotion over the crown of Jar Jar's head and massaged it in.
"Dat's feelin' good. Da Jedi? Well, in da mornin', I was wakin' up early..."
Tuning out the story, Panaka concentrated on Jar Jar's skin, the way it gave under his touch. A little springy, it dented and smoothed out again and again -- no fingerprints left there. Some more lotion and he began to rub it into the haillu. Here there were ridges, sensitive ridges that made Jar Jar wriggle a bit as he stroked across them. He had heard that the ridge patterns were used for identification among the Gungans. It made sense -- he had touched many a haillu in his time and no two pair had ever felt the same.
Panaka lingered over them, massaging down to the tips, wanting to lift the haillu and rub his face into them. He wasn't used to this kind of seduction and the slow pace only made him more aroused. Moving to the base of Jar Jar's neck, Panaka pressed firmly into the supple skin and felt Jar Jar move back into the touch. Gungans were such sensual creatures. Good, good.
"So, den, dere were dese monsters and meesa thinkin' weesa goners for sure!"
"Jar Jar."
"And meesa screamin' and yellin' and--"
"Jar Jar, I'll do your back now. Take off your shirt." The first major obstacle. If he could just get at a little more skin, Panaka was fairly confident he could pull this off.
"Takin' it off now, okiday." Vest and tunic fell in a heap on the floor. Quietly, Panaka stripped off his own shirt. He ran one hand down Jar Jar's back, letting his fingers follow the swirl and twist of the orange markings. Both hands, then, in circles slow with intent. No need for lotion -- the skin was cool and moist against his palms. Dimly, he noticed that the story was over. Or at least Jar Jar had stopped talking.
Now. Panaka slid his hands around under the Gungan's arms and moved close, his chest pressed tight to Jar Jar's back. He felt the Gungan sigh. "Dat's feeling really good."
Yes. Really good. His heart pounded against the Gungan's skin. No more pretence. Panaka pressed his mouth to Jar Jar's neck, sliding his head in under the haillu, then tasting the musty, moist flesh. He stroked Jar Jar's chest, up and down and down to the boneless hips, thumbs pulling at the waistband. Large hands covered his own. "Meesa thinkin' meesa better do this."
Their skin clung for a fraction of a second as they rolled apart. Panaka was naked before the Gungan had finished getting himself tangled in his own pants. Biting back a laugh -- Gungans were usually so graceful -- Panaka kept Jar Jar from tumbling off the bunk.
Then they stretched out again, facing this time, and Panaka felt the Gungan's hands on his body. He found the special spot just down the chest that most seemed to...yes, this one too. He sucked and a shudder rolled through Jar Jar.
The Gungan's mouth was on Panaka's neck, just where it met the shoulder. Panaka moved his hands down to stroke Jar Jar's thighs. The flesh was even smoother there. They should be lying on damp soil, their skin smudged and cold. The Gungan let out a breath that vibrated against Panaka's skin and made him shiver.
Enough. Panaka moved so he was behind Jar Jar, pressed close, pressed his cock between the Gungan's thighs. "Okay?"
"Okiday." Jar Jar shifted a little and Panaka began to thrust, sliding through the slickness of the Jar Jar's legs and back again. He reached out blindly, found the last bottle, poured water over his chest and Jar Jar's back.
They undulated together, slippery, lithe. Panaka licked and sucked at Jar Jar's haillu. Jar Jar shuddered and Panaka felt him letting down his genitals. They rubbed together on every stroke, Panaka's shaft and the bulge of Jar Jar's sac, both leaking a little. Under Panaka's tongue was the swamp, dank earth, mushrooms, spores.
Jar Jar was making noise now, no words, but he was loud, too loud. Panaka quickened his rhythm, pushed a little harder. Soon, soon. Then he felt the pulse against his cock, felt Jar Jar almost twist away as the he came. Panaka wasn't far behind, slamming his hips one last time and gripping Jar Jar's arms too tightly.
Panaka rolled over onto his back and tried to catch his breath. With any luck, it would be a very long trip to Tatooine. Jar Jar fell off the bed.
When he picked himself up, he grinned at Panaka. "Meesa bery relaxed, now. Yousa being very good."
"You too. Very good." Panaka smiled back. If he had this to look forward to every day, he'd be very relaxed the whole trip. "You've done this before, haven't you -- with a human."
Jar Jar flipped his haillu over his shoulders. "Why yousa thinkin' meesa banished?"