Theme and Timbre: Affretando

by Sage (greensage2@yahoo.com)

Archive: M_A, RavenD's site. All others, please ask.

Category: Plot-what-plot

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Just the usual m/m erotic content warning

Series: Theme and Timbre

Summary: Two Jedi in a frantic hurry.

Notes: Thanks to RavenD for her helpful suggestions and for letting me play in her sandbox! My very first fic. Please be kind.

Feedback: Oh please, oh please! Either on the list or by email would be fine.

Disclaimers: Not mine. No money. All hail the mighty Lucas.

His back hit the wall of the 'fresher facilities with bruising force at approximately the same time as the lithe body of his apprentice slammed into his front and began climbing his taller frame determinedly.

"Padawan!" he barked sharply.

Obi-Wan was clearly not listening. The hot mouth that so often drove him crazy with the lightest of touches devoured his own with single- minded intent.

Wrenching his mouth free, Qui-Gon tried again. "Obi-Wan Kenobi! The negotiations are set to resume in..." He was cut off by another sizzling kiss.

"Fifteen minutes," his lover said in a low voice. "I know exactly when the negotiations are set to resume, Master."

Obi-Wan grabbed hold of his master's tunic with both hands and shoved the larger man's shoulders against the wall again. "For two Force forsaken months, I have abided by the Krallans' strict prohibition against physical contact not specifically geared toward procreation," he hissed. "I have waited while they argued over the color they will use to paint their new unified fleet, the size of the coins they will use in their new currency, the kind of paper they will use to scribe their bloody treaties!" Obi-Wan was breathing hard by this time, and his eyes were wild.

"Control, Padawan!" Qui-Gon ordered desperately. "There is no passion, there is..."

His shoulders slammed into the wall again. "Don't you dare say serenity! There is no passion because I am so far beyond it, I could crawl out of my own skin!"

Obi-Wan struck like a snake, latching onto his master's earlobe and biting down fiercely. In spite of himself, Qui-Gon moaned at the rough treatment. He'd never seen his padawan this way, never seen him so intense, driven so close to the edge of his control. As a master, he should reprimand such emotional excess. As a man, he was defenseless against it. It aroused him unspeakably.

"Obi-Wan, the mission...," Qui-Gon said weakly, his resistance crumbling.

His mouth was devoured again. After a moment, Obi-Wan tore himself free of the kiss. "Sith take you, Qui-Gon Jinn," he growled, "I want you, and I mean to have you!"

Without further preamble, the padawan stood back from his master and yanked his own leggings down over slim hips. His hands scrabbled at the laces of Qui-Gon's trousers.

Qui-Gon's mouth went dry at the sight of his half-naked, fully aroused lover. Sweet Force, what this mercurial young man could do to him! He was suddenly so painfully hard, he was sure he would expire from sheer lust.

The laces came loose at last, and Qui-Gon shoved his apprentice face first towards a wall even as he pushed his trousers down past his hips. Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder and met his master's gaze hotly as he braced himself against the cool tile.

"NOW, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan's voice shook, husky with need.

With a low growl, Qui-Gon drove himself into his apprentice's body in one hard thrust.

Obi-Wan keened his relief and appreciation as he bucked and flung himself backwards. Need you, he sent desperately. Need you deep, hard, fast...FASTER! Yes! Oh, Force, yes... please, PLEASE!

Qui-Gon groaned as he pounded into that sweet, silken heat again and again. Skies, Obi-love, so tight, so hot...

Obi-Wan bit back a howl as his prostate was stroked with unrelenting strength. He tightened his muscles reflexively and was rewarded by a gasp from behind him.

So good...so good...beloved...!...

Master! Take all of me...Give me everything...Master...MY Master!

Mine! Qui-Gon growled possessively across their bond.

Yours, forever yours...oh yesyesyes! Obi-Wan chanted, beyond rational thought.

Qui-Gon thrust into his padawan unmercifully, driving them both to unimaginable heights. With a suddenness that caught him completely unawares, his lover convulsed around him and arched backwards, his mouth open in a silent scream of ecstatic release as his seed splashed against the wall. That was all it took. Qui-Gon held back a massive roar as his own climax was wrenched from him, pulsing hotly inside his beloved's beautiful body. He collapsed against his padawan, panting heavily.

It was only then that he realized that Obi-Wan was slumped, insensate, against the wall. He grinned in delighted amusement.

"Obi-Wan?"

Nothing.

Padawan, he nudged his apprentice's mind.

...?... Incoherence was his only answer.

Come back to me, beloved, he coaxed.

Master...? The thought was thready.

Negotiations, Padawan, he said mock-sternly.

He chuckled as Obi-Wan attempted to reassemble his scattered wits. The young man glanced at his chronometer. "Five minutes to spare, Master," he said hoarsely.

Qui-Gon crushed his beloved in a fierce embrace. "You are a wonder, love," he said fondly.

Fin