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Summary: Qui-Gon makes magic for Obi-Wan. Smut ensues. Enjoy.
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"This is what you wanted me to see?" Obi-Wan tried to keep the
amusement out of his voice as he gazed around him.
"Be patient, Obi-Wan. A Jedi must learn to look for the key
which unlocks the magical hidden behind the ordinary." Qui-Gon
sounded more than a little amused himself.
"Mm-hmm," Obi-Wan snorted, dropping his belongings on the
ground. First, his Master had insisted they divert to this
small moon to see what he called "a natural wonder of the
universe". Then, after a two-day hike, they'd ended up...in a
huge canyon, surrounded by gray rocks, gray shrubs, and a small
lake that seemed decidedly muddy and dark. Obi-Wan could just
imagine how cold and forbidding the place would be after dark.
"Why, Padawan. Have I ever misled you?" Qui-Gon's voice was
fairly bursting with mirth.
With an exasperated sigh, Obi-Wan turned to his Master, hands
on hips, a slow grin spreading across his face. "If you wanted
to find a way for us to be alone, I can think of a thousand
places..."
"Yes, but they're not this place." Qui-Gon dropped his
own bundle and stepped in close to the younger Jedi. His voice
seemed to drop an octave. "You will understand, soon." He bent
his head and took a hard, hungry kiss from Obi-Wan, stepping
away before the young man's hands could wander too far. "I'll
set up camp. Go and bathe."
"In that?" Obi-Wan said incredulously, stabbing a finger
toward the murky water.
"In that," Qui-Gon echoed, "and be quick about it."
Obi-Wan's face plainly showed what a bad idea he thought that
was, but he pursed his lips and went to the water's edge
without another word.
Qui-Gon chuckled to himself as he quickly set up camp. It was a
simple enough task; throw down and arrange some soft blankets.
He stopped long enough to watch Obi-Wan quickly strip and
gingerly poke a toe into the water, followed by his whole foot,
then all of him, as he realized the water was warmer than it
appeared. The sight of the slim body, the narrow hips, diving
in and out of the water, stirred something deeply elemental in
Qui-Gon. He waited until Obi-Wan was scrubbing away before
going into the water briefly himself. It wouldn't do to have
all this ruined by a spontaneous burst of passion in the
water...although it was tempting.
The last of the light was leaving the sky when Obi-Wan emerged
dripping from the lake, only to find his Master had stolen his
towel. Muttering to himself, he walked the few yards to the
tents in the dimness, drip-drying on the way, stopping short at
the sight of his Master naked on the blankets. "No fire?" he
asked, voice rising a little.
"Later," Qui-Gon said, looking expectantly at Obi-Wan.
"I can barely see you," Obi-Wan grouched, dropping down on the
blankets and surreptitiously using a corner of it to dry his
feet.
The material was plucked neatly from his hand and tossed back
into position, and his hands were captured by his Master's.
"Then don't look with your eyes, Padawan. Use your other
senses." The canyon had indeed become a black hole, devoid of
any light. "As I am." Large hands were touring his
water-slicked body, noting every contour, stopping to mark
every curve and muscle with a sensual touch.
Obi-Wan found himself maneuvered into position next to his
Master, already simmering with the deep burn of passion.
Qui-Gon smelled of the outdoors, of sky and air, fresh and
earthy. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and pushed his hips together
with Qui-Gon's, their cocks touching slightly, making a
connection which seemed ready to throw sparks. In fact...
"What was that?" Obi-Wan mumbled against Qui-Gon's chest, where
his lips had just closed around a nipple, teeth grazing and
nibbling, tongue tasting arousal. He raised his head toward the
brief source of light.
In answer, Qui-Gon wrapped his arms around the smaller man,
hands resting on the small of his back, and held him in place
as he caught Obi-Wan's lips with his own, pushing those unruly
lips apart gradually, pulling back when Obi-Wan's urgency
threatened the slow passion of the kiss. Obi-Wan sought and
found Qui-Gon's lips once again, and this time he allowed his
Master to take possession of him, first the upper lip, then the
lower, and the devastating intrusion of his tongue, sweet and
slow. Obi-Wan arched into the kiss, his fingers dipping low,
caught in mid-search by Qui-Gon, who pinned him against his own
body.
Wickedly, Qui-Gon broke the kiss, his lips traveling lower,
keeping time to some imagined music which pulsed inside him,
leaving a trail of fire down Obi-Wan's throat. Obi-Wan tossed
his head back, and to the side, giving access, hoping the
sensations would never stop. Every nerve, every stimulus seemed
magnified. He was being driven to the limits of endurance by
something he couldn't understand, and low, keening moans
escaped him, adding fury to the movements of his Master.
He was pushed onto his back, his hands released, and he
immediately brought them up to his Master's face, not needing
sight to imagine the indigo fire reflected in his eyes. He
touched and traced the full lips, releasing a ragged breath as
Qui-Gon's mouth took in a finger without warning, drawing it
deep, releasing it after toying with it. Obi-Wan's thighs
parted as Qui-Gon shifted lower, nudging with his hip, stopping
to give attention to the muscles of Obi-Wan's stomach, which
contracted under the warm wetness of a tongue painting
invisible pictures.
And then he was immersed in pleasure, drowning, swallowed
whole...his entire body was consumed in fire, as skilled
fingers followed lips in unceasing rhythm, carrying him
brutally to the sharp edge of joy that awaited.
Obi-Wan somehow found the strength to take control, shoving at
Qui-Gon's chest with his knees, flipping him over and crawling
down him, a thrill of greedy satisfaction rushing through him
as Qui-Gon's legs parted to make room for Obi-Wan to settle
between them. Qui-Gon's fingers reached for him, pressed
something into his hand. Obi-Wan wrenched the cap off with his
teeth and spilled the contents over his cock, taking no time to
be careful, and pressed against Qui-Gon, rewarded by a hissed
affirmation. "Obi-Wan." He pushed, all emotion tied
between his hips, all existence centered in this moment, in the
rapid breathing, the erratic beat of his heart. Slowly, he
gained entry, until he throbbed in that tight space, and he
held there, unwilling to give the moment away to rapture too
soon.
Lips met, tangled, bruised; Obi-Wan waited to hear his name
spoken against his own lips, and heard the words like a prayer,
like the rushing of oceans toward infinity. He began to move,
kissing softly, thrusting with a rolling motion of his hips,
closing his eyes against the brilliance waiting to erupt there,
as his hand closed over Qui-Gon's cock and dragged him toward
the light. It built quickly, the small explosion which would
claim him, and he pushed it away, wanting perfection, refusing
to allow anything less.
He dropped his head down, and spoke harshly, in a whisper.
"Come for me..." Permission, absolution, plea. The cock in his
hand pulsed wildly and spilled his Master's surrender over his
fingers. His world narrowed as he came, overwhelmed by
ferocious need, and he might have spoken, but there was no air
around him, nothing but light and fulfillment.
Light...
Dimly, Obi-Wan became aware again, as his muscles unlocked and
Qui-Gon caught him in arms which were made to hold him. He was
lowered to the ground, clasped against his Master. "Look,
Obi-Wan,", came the soft words, heavy with love. He opened his
eyes to a thousand shades of blue, multi-colored,
phosphorescent, glowing everywhere. The rocks were alive with
color, sparkling, as the light cascaded down in showers of
crystalline beauty. His breath caught in his throat at the
wonder of it, at the absolute uniqueness he beheld.
He compared the awesome spectacle to the eyes of his Master,
which rested on him, their depths a shade of blue which was
found nowhere else in nature. It was a simple thing to decide
where to look, where to lose himself.
End.
7/22/99
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