Summary: Qui Gon and Obi Wan face themselves and each other,
and, oh yeah, have sex.
The characters belong to George Lucas and Lucasfilm. I just
borrowed 'em. For fun, not profit.
Obi Wan entered the common room abruptly, looking around
frantically. He was disshelved, looking like someone who had
spent the night on the ground, which he had.
"Is something wrong, Obi Wan?" asked a nearby Master.
"Have you seen Master Qui Gon?" he asked. His breathing was
labored from running all the way back from the forest and his
voice was edged with fear.
"Obi Wan, I am here." came the familiar voice from behind him.
Obi Wan spun to face his Master, relief flooding across his
face. "Where were you?" he demanded. Realizing his tone was not
entirely appropriate for an apprentice addressing his master,
he hastily added, "I couldn't feel you. I thought something
might have happened." He looked down, his initial relief being
replaced with mild embarrassment.
The other Master met Qui Gon's eyes over Obi Wan's head.
"Since Master Qui Gon does not appear to be missing, I am
needed at the practice ground." With that he walked away.
Qui Gon looked down at his young apprentice, his expression
unreadable. His master's implacable gaze did nothing to ease
Obi Wan's embarrassment. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "It's
just...I've never not been able to sense you before."
"Last night you appeared to need some privacy. I was simply
trying to oblige."
Obi Wan flushed. He thought of how he had stormed off,
slamming up shields to shut his master out of his mind. "I
behaved badly, I should never have spoken to you in that
manner.: His head still down, he lifted his eyes to look up at
his Master, "Please forgive me."
Qui Gon smiled slightly. "I was hardly blameless, my Padawan,"
he said gently. Reaching up he removed a stray leaf from Obi
Wan's hair. "Go clean up. Then meet me in my quarters. I'll
prepare some breakfast for us."
"Yes, master." Obi Wan replied. He turned to go, thinking to
himself that having to endure Qui Gon's cooking was certainly
sufficient punishment for his behavior the previous evening.
I heard that. Qui Gon's voice said into his mind.
Obi Wan laughed and increased his pace.
Later, refreshed, Obi Wan entered his master's quarters. Most
Jedi preferred spare quarters, with simple furnishings and few
belongings, but his Master's quarters were bare even for a
Jedi. A small kitchen lay to the right, with a private bath to
the left, and a bedchamber at the back. The main room contained
a small table with chairs near a large window, two more chairs
near a fireplace, with a small table between them, a desk, and,
the oddest thing in the room, a bookshelf.
Qui Gon was in the kitchen. It was a tiny space and he filled
it. The kitchen's small size was often blamed for Qui Gon's
culinary failures. He claimed that one could not properly
prepare food if one could not move freely. Obi Wan had his
doubts about the accuracy of this explanation. On one occasion
he had pointed out to his master that the food he prepared over
an open fire was equally bad, something which could hardly be
blamed on a lack of space. His master had blandly replied that
he could not be expected to cook well without the proper
equipment. As he approached, Obi Wan noted with pleasure the
absence of any of the sounds and smells of combustion that
normally accompanied his master's culinary efforts.
Qui Gon glanced up. "Just fruit and bread. I didn't want to
give you further reason to believe yourself a martyr."
Obi Wan winced, remembering the self-pity he had nearly
wallowed in the night before. Reaching toward a nearby counter,
he asked innocently "How could anyone be a martyr who lives in
the shadow of your greatness, Master?" Grinning, he popped a
berry into his mouth.
Qui Gon shook his head ruefully. He should have known better
than to try to tease his apprentice. Obi Wan was inevitably the
victor in such contests. Lifting some dishes, he headed toward
the table. "Let's eat. I heard your stomach rumbling from the
hallway." Picking up the remaining platters of fruit, Obi Wan
followed his master.
They ate for several minutes in awkward silence. Finally, Qui
Gon spoke.
"I owe you an apology Obi Wan." His usual calm missing, Qui
Gon sounded tense, awkward. He took a deep breath before
continuing. "I should have spoken with you about my feelings,
instead of acting upon them so suddenly. I should have..."
Obi Wan reached across the table and entwined his fingers with
those of his Master. "You did nothing wrong master. I am an
adult. I was willing."
Qui Gon's eyes twinkled, "Yes, I remember." The twinkle faded
as he recalled the events which had followed their lovemaking.
"But you clearly felt differently afterwards."
"Do you remember when I was 3 or maybe 4 and I decided that if
I stayed in your lap at all times you would not be able to
leave me anymore?"
Puzzled by the apparent change of topic, Qui Gon nevertheless
chuckled, "Vividly."
"I wanted you here because I felt safe with you."
"And yesterday I took that from you," Qui Gon said quietly,
understanding. "I'm sorry, Obi Wan."
Obi Wan shook his head. "Don't be. I'm too old to need someone
else to keep me safe."
There was more. Qui Gon sensed it. "That is not the only
reason for your anger with me."
"I can't, Master. Can we drop it? It's too petty, too small."
Qui Gon just looked at him. That damn calm had returned.
Sighing, Obi Wan relented. "I thought...I know better... It was
just a momentary reaction." He met his master's expectant gaze.
There was no getting around this. He looked back down at their
still entwined fingers. "I thought perhaps the only reason you
had taken me as your Padawan was because..."
"Because I desired you." Qui Gon finished for him.
He could not let this go unanswered. After taking a moment to
gather his thoughts, Qui Gon resumed speaking. "You were an
unusual child Obi Wan. Charming, funny, extremely bright. Even
then you were good company. I was fond of you. The way adults
are fond of children. When you agreed to become my padawan I
was delighted. Teaching you would be challenging, but never
dull. I was honored to be entrusted with the training of
someone so promising."
Qui Gon paused and looked at his apprentice for a long moment
before continuing. "I cared for you, and cared more for you
with each passing year, but it was the caring of a teacher for
a beloved student. Then one day I turned around and you weren't
a child, or even an adolescent anymore. You were a man. And you
were breathtakingly beautiful. And you made me laugh. And your
presence could fill my mind and my senses like no one else I'd
ever known."
This time it was Qui Gon's gaze which moved to their entwined
fingers. Looking back at Obi Wan, his voice quavering ever so
slightly, Qui Gon spoke, "If this is not what you want, it ends
now. If you want a new Master, I'll arrange it."
Obi Wan rose and walked around the table. Very deliberately he
placed a knee on either side of Qui Gon's thighs, kneeling over
him. Looking intently at his master, studying his face from
this unaccustomed direction, Obi Wan raised one of his hands.
Lightly caressing his cheek, Obi Wan answered him. I want
this. The kiss which followed left no doubt in Qui Gon's
mind what "this" was.
Qui Gon reveled in the feel of his young apprentice in his
arms. His hands ran slowly up the younger man's back, finally
resting on the back of his neck. Reluctantly, he pulled away
from the younger man's eager mouth. He gazed into Obi Wan's
face, searching.
"Qui Gon?" Obi Wan asked quietly, confused by his master's
sudden hesitation.
"Are you certain that you truly want this? That you are not
doing this out of loyalty or a desire to please me?"
"Oh, I want to please you all right."
"I'm serious, Obi Wan."
"This is because of last night isn't it?"
"I won't take advantage of you again, Obi Wan."
"You did not take advantage of me." Obi Wan responded, a hint
of exasperation in his voice. "As I mentioned earlier, I am an
adult. I could have said no."
"Yes," Qui Gon acknowledged. "But you had not considered such
a relationship between us until I forced the issue."
Sighing, Obi Wan leaned back, resting his weight on the edge
of his master's knees. His master clearly needed more
conversation. "You're right. I had not considered this before
yesterday morning." His voice softened, "And I will admit that
I was surprised by your feelings, but I was more surprised by
my own." Looking vaguely uncomfortable, he continued. "As you
know I am not entirely inexperienced."
"Umhmm," Qui Gon responded. Obi Wan had never lacked for
partners since becoming sexually active three years before.
"What I felt with you was quite unlike anything I have ever
known before." He paused. Saying these things, even to Qui Gon
was not easy. "I never wanted to give myself to someone else
before, to lose myself completely, open myself completely." Obi
Wan forced himself to meet his master's gaze. "The experience
was overwhelming, even a little frightening." Suddenly, he
grinned "Of course, that doesn't mean I wouldn't want to repeat
it."
Qui Gon laughed. "You are irrepressible, and impudent."
"That's why you love me."
Qui Gon's face was again serious, "As a matter of fact I do."
Obi Wan grinned mischievously, "I know. Now if you've had your
fill of conversation, there are some things I want to do,
beginning with this." He brought his mouth back to Qui Gon's
and kissed his master slowly. Purposefully holding back, he
repeatedly slid his tongue into the other man's mouth, pulling
back just before Qui Gon could stroke it with his own. Then he
would withdraw it entirely, sucking sensously on Qui Gon's
lips.
Qui Gon groaned. You are such a tease.
Another reason you love me.
Qui Gon responded by kissing Obi Wan forcefully. His lips and
tonque were firm, demanding. Obi Wan responded eagerly, feeding
his master's forcefulness, encouraging it. His master's
erection throbbed beneath him and Obi Wan pressed himself
against it unthinkingly.
Suddenly, Qui Gon stood, easily lifting Obi Wan. Obi Wan
wrapped his legs around his master's waist, pressing more
firmly against him. Qui Gon carried the younger man to his bed.
He laid Obi Wan on the bed, his legs slightly over the side.
Bending over, he quickly removed Obi Wan's boots, then kicked
off his own before joining him on the bed.
Obi Wan reached up with his hand and lightly touched Qui Gon's
face, tracing his lips with his fingers. Slowly, he continued
his explorations, the hand sliding down to Qui Gon's chest.
"Let me touch you this time," he said softly.
Qui Gon took hold of the hand and raised it to his lips. He
kissed the palm gently, tickling it with his beard. "I will."
"And undress me with your hands?"
Qui Gon chuckled. "Yes, if that is what you want my beautiful
padawan."
"It is." Obi Wan replied seriously. "Being undressed by
someone using the force is...disconcerting."
Qui Gon laughed harder. "Hands it is then." He reached for Obi
Wan's belt, undoing it and opening up his tunic. He slid his
hand along Obi Wan's rib cage. Then brought it across his
chest, grazing a nipple. Obi Wan inhaled sharply at the contact
and Qui Gon bent his head, seeking a nipple with his mouth.
Obi Wan stopped him with his hands, raising Qui Gon's head, he
kissed him. You promised, he said, unfastening the other
man's clothing. Opening Qui Gon's tunic he gently pushed the
other man onto his back and straddled him. He leaned forward,
his mouth moving along the side of Qui Gon's neck. Finding a
sensitive spot, he took some the skin into his mouth, nibbling
gently. Then he released it, now licking softly. Finally, he
sucked, firmly and suddenly, enjoying his master's sudden
intake of breath.
Obi Wan then moved his mouth slightly lower. Kissing lightly,
he continued down Qui Gon's neck, rising when he reached the
base, to gaze at his master's face. Lowering his gaze, he
opened Qui Gon's tunic further. He slid his hands over his
master's chest, repeatedly, avoiding the nipples, but coming
closer each time. Obi Wan could clearly sense his master's
arousal, part of him wanting those fingers on his nipples, the
other part wanting the anticipation to continue. Lowering his
head, Obi Wan took one of them into his mouth. He sucked
gently, far softer than he knew Qui Gon wanted.
"Obi Wan," Qui Gon groaned, partially in frustration,
partially in arousal.
There was no response from his Padawan, who continued his
ministrations, sucking slightly harder. After a few more
moments, he moved to the other side. This time he gave Qui Gon
what he wanted. He sucked hard, pausing to flick the nipple
with his tongue. Qui Gon's hands tangled in his hair and he
arched his back, pushing his chest toward Obi Wan's mouth. At
last Obi Wan released his master and moved to lie beside him,
his mouth seeking Qui Gon's. They kissed wildly, almost
frantically. Obi Wan's hand sought Qui Gon's erection, stroking
it through his leggings. Qui Gon moaned into Obi Wan's mouth
and began tugging at his clothing.
"What's wrong, master? Am I dressed inappropriately?" Obi Wan
asked pulling back.
"Yes," he replied, voice laced with desire. Qui Gon also sat
up and removed Obi Wan's tunic from his shoulders. Then he
moved to the edge of the bed. Standing, he removed the younger
man's leggings. He moved to rejoin him on the bed, but Obi Wan
was sitting, tugging at his leggings. Smiling down at him, Qui
Gon assisted Obi Wan in removing the last of his own clothing.
Obi Wan rose, his hands moving up his master's torso.
"All the times I saw you naked and I never really saw you."
Obi Wan said wonderingly.
Qui Gon took Obi Wan into his arms, relishing the feel of skin
on skin. He bent his head, his mouth again seeking Obi Wan's.
Obi Wan responded hungrily, his tongue moving rapidly in and
out of Qui Gon's mouth. Again, Qui Gon lifted his apprentice,
this time lying him fully on the bed.
Sliding onto the bed beside his padawan. Qui Gon ran his eyes
over him, drinking him in. He ran his right hand over Obi Wan
until he reached his cock. Qui Gon stroked slowly, savoring the
mixture of pleasure and desire that was flowing from Obi Wan.
Obi Wan's head was tilted back, his eyes closed, he was
breathing rapidly, and his legs were slightly open. "So
sensual, so open, and mine," Qui Gon thought. He lowered his
mouth to the younger man's erection. He sucked it in, loving
the feel of it, the taste, the way his apprentice smelled.
Taking the base in his hand, he began moving his head slowly up
and down.
"Qui Gon, Qui Gon" Obi Wan groaned and Qui Gon was not certain
if the words had been said aloud or only into his mind. He
didn't really care. All that mattered to him was the flesh in
his mouth and using that mouth to pleasure his apprentice.
Gradually, he picked up his pace, sucking a little bit harder,
a little bit faster. Obi Wan's hands were entangled in his
hair, and his hips thrust upward in time to Qui Gon's
movements.
Obi Wan thrust hard. Moving deep into his master's mouth, he
came. Qui Gon swallowed, tasting his young lover's juices for
the first time. When Obi Wan's trembling subsided, Obi Wan
released his cock and moved up alongside him.
Obi Wan kissed him, tasting himself on Qui Gon's lips. He
tried to move lower, to do for his master what had been done to
him.
"Not yet, my padawan," Qui Gon said stopping him. Raising Obi
Wan's face with his fingers he resumed kissing him. Remembering
the spot he had discovered on Obi Wan's neck the previous day,
he moved his mouth there. Within seconds Obi Wan was hard
again.
"I want you. I want you inside me." Obi Wan said, in a voice
barely above a whisper.
Qui Gon held out a hand and a bottle of oil flew from a drawer
to his hand. Opening it he poured some onto his hands and began
stroking Obi Wan. The oil allowed his hands to move freely, and
he used the lack of friction to full advantage. He stroked with
just fingers, with both palms, with both hands enclosed around
Obi Wan's cock. He ran his thumb along the underside, rubbing
it back and forth just below the head.
Obi Wan surrendered himself to the sensations created by those
hands. All thought ceased as one wave of pleasure followed
rapidly after another. He panted, moaning for his master. He
wanted Qui Gon, wanted him desperately. Sitting up he grabbed
the oil and applied it liberally to his master's cock. Looking
into Qui Gon's deep blue eyes, he said quietly, but with
surprising firmness, "Now."
"Yes, my padawan, yes," Qui Gon rasped, returning Obi Wan to
his back. He placed his cock at Obi Wan's entrance and pushed
forward slowly.
Willing himself open, Obi Wan relaxed into his master. The
feeling of indescribable pleasure from the day before returned.
Qui Gon's slow, gentle strokes were maddening. He longed to be
pinned to the bed and fucked, hard. Then Qui Gon was in his
mind wordlessly showing him how to relax, to open himself to
the pleasure flowing through and between them, to let it come
to him, rather than rush after it. Obi Wan moaned, beyond
coherence. His whole being caught up with Qui Gon's, he came.
After what seemed an eternity, the pleasure subsided, leaving
langurous warmth in its wake. Reaching up Obi Wan pulled Qui
Gon onto him, snuggling into him, trying to rejoin him in that
incredible melding. "I love you," he said softly.
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