Hey Jedi,
Sorry I've been gone for awhile. I've been getting really into fan fiction and I decided to write find and replace one about you and Ben Cousins. I hope you like it.
The Silent Guardian
Jedi peered down at the Mornington peninsula from his usual perch in the rooftops, wearing his purple Lakers jersey, completely still. He was tired of all the egos, he was tired of Tony Hawk, Kelly Slater, Christian Hosoi, especially. The whole group of them made him sick. As far as he was concerned, there was only one redeeming person in the business. The one person he kept saving over and over. Ben Cousins. His one reason for living.
Oh, he knew he was a little insane. His obsession with Ben was the only thing keeping him going. He lived for the moments he saved him, those were the only moments he even felt alive. The TV news reporters would yell that he saved him because "Cousins is the most famous person on the Mornington peninsula" and he let them think that. Easier that way.
Jedi didn't stick to the rooftops. He parkoured through the streets like a ghost, following Ben from the parking deck to the locker room, then he would climb up into the rooftops to watch the show. He paid close attention to the battle Ben was in, and breathed a sigh of relief when it went off without a hitch.
For a while, he didn't intervene. He stayed perched in the rooftops, a silent guardian. The New World Order continued their nefarious ego trip, but as long as they left Ben alone, Jedi left them alone. He watched with interest as a brawl began, the New World Order against Ben Cousins. He leaned forward, his heart thumping as Ben ran into the melee. He watched him hold his own for a few moments, then he saw Hawk punch Ben in the face and throw him out of the ring. Ben landed hard on the floor. He didn't move. Jedi grabbed the lightsaber he kept with him and leapt off the rooftop, swooping down until he was next to Ben. He shrugged off his harness, then stood over Ben protectively, pointing the saber at the men in the ring, daring any one of them to try and touch Ben. Slater came at him and he attacked him with the saber, beating him until he didn't move anymore. He bent over Ben, hooking him up into the harness. He whacked Hosoi, then tugged on the rope. It retracted, sending him and Ben shooting back up into the rooftops. Jedi pulled him into his alcove, a small area carved out into the side of the building.
He was still unconscious when Jedi laid him out. Jedi checked his pulse, which was still beating fairly strong, so he just decided to wait it out rather than risk running into Hawk or his disciples. He couldn't help but stare at Ben now that he had the object of his obsession right next to him. He stared at him, his eyes roving over Ben. He reached out a trembling hand and traced the "Such is life" on his chest, over his shoulder, and into his short black hair. He closed his eyes at the soft feel of it. He trailed his fingers over Ben's cheek and onto his chest so he could feel the steady rise and fall. He closed his eyes and tried to control his still trembling fingers. His hand seemed to move on it's own, down to Ben's belt buckle. He moved his fingers lightly over the front of Ben's pants where he could feel a slight bulge. He knew he was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. He rubbed gently, gasping a little when the bulge grew bigger and firmer. He couldn't deny the effect this was having on his body as well. Ben stirred and Jedi drew his hand back quickly. He slipped out of the alcove before Ben could wake up, find him there, and assume the worst.
As the weeks dragged on, Jedi watched Ben ever more diligently. He saved him again and again, this time fleeing as soon as he knew Ben was safe. He couldn't allow himself to be alone with Ben for too long- he couldn't let himself lose control again. Ben made it too easy for him to do that. He knew people were starting to whisper, what was so special about Ben that made Jedi save him over and over again? Jedi knew it was a question he would never answer, at least not out loud.
One night he saved Ben, and before he could get away Ben's hand shot out and grabbed his arm. They stared into each others' eyes for what felt like a millennium. Jedi could see the questions in Ben's eyes, and he could only hope that his own eyes weren't giving away any answers. He pulled his arm away and left silently, his heart beating against his ribs like a caged bird. The night Ben came to find him was the beginning and the end. He was perched in the rooftops as usual. A hand clapped on his shoulder, spinning him around. It was Ben.
"Why me, huh?" he growled in his husky voice. "No one knows. Everyone is asking. Now I'm asking. You keep saving me over and over. I wanna know what you're playing at." Jedi just stared at him.
"Can't you talk anymore? Did you rip out your vocal cords when you left us behind?" Jedi shook his head. "For god's sake, tell me what the hell is going through your head right now!" Ben exclaimed. Jedi leaned forward, pressing his lips to Ben's. Once he felt that electric shock pulsing through his system, he knew there was no turning back. He kept kissing Ben, who just went limp, seeming shocked. Jedi took advantage of this by laying Ben down and covering him with his body. Amazingly, Ben began to kiss him back, fisting his hands in Jedi's hair and pulling him closer. Jedi rubbed his crotch against Ben's, and nearly died when Ben rubbed back, moaning into Jedi's mouth. It felt incredible, and Ben tasted like sin. Ben began rubbing against him faster, and Jedi could feel himself quickly losing control. He pressed Ben's hips into the floor with his own, bringing the pace back down, biting at Ben's neck until Ben's eyes were nearly rolling into the back of his head with desire. Only then did Jedi press his erection hard against Ben's and grind against him fast, rolling his hips until Ben came apart, groaning out Jedi's name like it was a prayer, and Jedi came silently, his body shaking. As soon as Ben let go of him, he was gone.
The next few weeks were a strange reversal of the last few: instead of Jedi following Ben, Ben followed him. However, no one could find Jedi if he didn't want to be found. He kept to the rooftops, swooping up before everyone got there and not coming down until everyone was gone. He roamed the buildings, haunted by his moment with Ben. He had no earthly idea if Ben regretted it, loved it, loved him, hated him. The not knowing was driving him insane (more than usual) but he couldn't bring himself to confront Ben about it.
After a two months, it seemed that Ben had sussed out all of his tricks, because when he ascended the rooftop in the next building, he was waiting. Jedi froze, staring at him. Before he could even think about opening his mouth, Ben was on him, his lips soft and warm against Jedi's. He felt that same electric feeling coursing through his veins. He grabbed Ben back, pinning him against the wall, pinning his hands to his sides as he moved to Ben's neck, biting hard enough that he knew a mark would form there. He bit another mark into his shoulder before ripping his shirt clean off. He ran his hands down Ben's chest, hardly even hearing the gasp of breath. He dug his fingernails into the skin near Ben's waist, dimly registering the moan Ben let out. He did it again, this time starting at Ben's neck, dragging his fingernails all the way down to his belt line this time. Ben dropped his head against Jedi's shoulder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Without speaking, they moved together again, kissing and biting and rubbing against each other until they were both a ragged mess. Jedi was about to leave again, but Ben grabbed his arm, shaking his head.
"Come with me," he said. Jedi cocked his head. "To my hotel," Ben added. Jedi shook his head. "I don't care who sees," Ben said, exasperated. After a moment of hesitation, Jedi nodded.
When they got to the hotel, Jedi glanced around the room. It was the nicest room he'd ever been in. Ben noticed him staring, and smiled.
"Perks of bring a champ," Ben said softly, dropping his duffel next to the rest of his bags. "I know there's only one bed, although I hoped we wouldn't be doing much sleeping, to be honest..." he trailed off. "I'm rambling," he said softly, "but you make me nervous. You never talk, but then again, you don't really need to, I understand you." Jedi inclined his head in Ben's direction, wanting to hear more. Ben grinned. "See, right there," he said. "You want me to tell you more about how I understand you." Jedi smiled. "See, I knew it," Ben chuckled. Jedi smiled wider, astonished at how... normal this felt. Almost like they were a real couple who did normal things like tease each other. He wanted to speak, to tell Ben how much he meant to him. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Ben crossed the room to him, touching his cheek gently.
"Anyway, as far as I can figure, I think I'm falling in love with you," he said quietly. Jedi's eyes widened, and he pressed his lips to Ben's, gentler than he ever had. Ben kissed him back, eyelids fluttering shut against Jedi's cheek. After a few moments, Jedi pulled back, opened his mouth, and finally spoke ten words, ten words that mattered most.
"I am the most famous person on the Mornington peninsula."
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