Mastery - An excerpt
“If you want to go,” he said, staring up at Jett with that frank sincerity. “Then I won’t stop you.”
Once again, he was close enough for Jett to smell the muja fruit.
“But, if you want my input… I want you to say.” Theron reached up and ran his fingers through Jett’s beard. He was just tall enough to reach it. His touch reignited that glorious warmth that spread through Jett like a coursing river. Along with it was a tenderness so sweet it nearly brought him to tears.
I would do anything to protect this man. I would take on the Sith Emperor himself if that’s what it would take.
“I like you, Jett. Very much.”
Never had anyone looked at him the way Theron looked at him now — not out of fear or caution, but with frank, honest affection.
He reached up and took Theron’s hand in his own, just as he had earlier at the taxi station in the cold, cold rain.
“I like you, too, Theron.”
“Then, will you stay?”
Tilting his head, Jett placed both hands on Theron’s cheeks and drew him into another kiss. Whoever said the second time would never be as good as the first had obviously never kissed the right person. It lasted longer this time and all the better because now both parties were willing. It filled them both with such sweet ecstasy that, to Jett, it felt as if he had touched the fabric of the Force itself.
When it ended, they spent a long moment just gazing at each other’s eyes as around the Galaxy revolved.
“Yes,” Jett said, allowing a true smile to break across his face for the first time that day. “I’ll stay.”