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Categories : mild H/C, PWP otherwise, Humor
Warnings : everybody eats, nobody dies. (G)
Spoilers : small one for JA books - it helps if you have read
JA #3
Summary : A very tired Qui-Gon comes home from a solo mission.
Disclaimer : I've tried to wax poetic about this, but I somehow
can't. I've flat-out stolen these boys from George Lucas and
that's that. I do promise to give them back when I'm done - and
they will be in much better moods <g>.
Acknowledgments : to Lilith, who loved the ending as much as I
did and kept telling me to go back and watch Velvet Goldmine
with at least a half-bottle of wine in me before I wrote the
smutty parts. Wiser advice I have never been given (VEG).
Feedback : rangerk8@home.com (Oh, please, yes!)
Obi-Wan took a final look around the common room of the suite
he shared with his Master. Everything was in place - light
supper of finger-foods on the table, a vial of palmflower oil
steeping in a warming basin by the lounge, a carafe of
Qui-Gon's favorite fruitwine with two goblets next to it. Music
spilled from the room's entertainer - quiet, soothing music
from Phares overlaid with the natural sounds of a woodland
waterfall on that same planet. The cushions on the lounge were
scented lightly with crushed herbs picked from the glade the
waterfall was in, and the new softwool throw on the back of the
lounge had been woven on Phares as well. Obi-Wan ordered the
lighting scaled down to 30% normal. In short, everything was
perfect. Except that Qui-Gon was not here yet.
He stretched out a thought along the link he had with Qui-Gon -
ah, still with the Council. Well, that would certainly
bring him back to their apartments in a lovely mood. It must
have been a hard one, this last mission - certainly it would
have been easier if he had been with his Master. But Qui-Gon
had left him behind this time - probably because he'd managed
to contract Matricarian Fever just a day before Qui-Gon had
been given the assignment. Well, the spots were gone now, as
was the fever and green skin tone, and the healers said he was
well again. Which made Obi-Wan very happy - the itching and
auditory hallucinations had been enough to drive him mad.
Especially the one of his Master singing "Four Whores Flew Out
From Coruscant"...
Shaking his head to rid himself of the remnant of that horror,
he felt a huge sigh of relief tickle his senses - his Master
must be done with the Council. Ah yes, he was on his way,
finally. He ducked back into the bathing room and checked the
water temperature - finding it a bit tepid, he concentrated for
a moment on heating it back up. A swift application of the
Force, and the temperature was back where it belonged - just a
few degrees above body heat. Going back out in the common room,
he dropped into a meditative position in the middle of the
floor and waited.
Wearily Qui-Gon Jinn, Jedi Master, walked down the wide hall to
his suite. His brain was on automatic, guiding his body where
his thinking mind had abdicated all responsibility. In the past
three standard weeks he had negotiated a peace treaty, rescued
an ambassador's son from a hostage situation, overseen a
planetary election, and been wined and dined by a grateful
planet when the whole thing was over. He was not sure which of
the four situations had been more perilous.
The entire affair was made much more complex by the absence of
his Padawan, who would have at least been able to share the
first three tasks, and would have positively enjoyed the wining
and dining part. Qui-Gon snorted quietly remembering the party,
where he had been propositioned by at least three-quarters of
the guests, offering everything from intimate one-on-one to
vast orgies. Amazed that a people so obsessed with sex had
managed to find enough time to start a civil war, he had
avoided all of them by pure, flat-out, lying - he told them
that he had taken a vow of celibacy.
Reaching his quarters, Qui-Gon placed his hand over the
palmlock and stumbled through the open door. Dumping his
travelsac by the door, he threw his cloak on a peg and sat down
on a stool to remove his boots. As he began to pull the first
one off, Obi-Wan appeared in the inner doorway and moved to the
task at hand.
"Welcome home, Master. Here, let me..." Qui-Gon leaned back
against the wall, uncharacteristically allowing himself to be
helped. Obi-Wan tugged at the heel and pulled the boot off
easily, dropping it on the floor and then going after its mate.
When the other one was removed, Obi-Wan put them both aside and
slipped a pair of butter-soft leather houseshoes on Qui-Gon's
feet. Obi-Wan looked up at his master's face and smiled, even
though he was dismayed by what he saw. Qui-Gon oozed fatigue at
every pore, his skin a sallow gray color that spoke of a state
of near collapse. He looked as if he could fall asleep where he
sat - and indeed, appeared to be in the process of doing that
very thing.
"Master?" The whisper made Qui-Gon jerk out of his near sleep.
"What, Padawan? Are you well?"
"I could ask the same of you, Master - you look like poodoo."
"Your eloquence overwhelms me, Padawan - we'll make a diplomat
out of you yet."
Obi-Wan relaxed fractionally - if there was still enough left
to make sarcastic comments, all he needed was rest and
relaxation - and there was going to be R&R. Obi-Wan
had spread the word that if anyone interrupted them tonight for
anything less than planetary disintegration, lightsabers would
be drawn and heads would roll.
"Can you make it into the bathing room, Master? Hot water and
chammy tea await you there."
"Hot water? You have my full and undivided attention, Padawan -
even if my body is attempting to ignore you. Here, give me a
hand up." Obi-Wan helped him to his feet, then, followed him
closely through the common room, just in case. As they went
through, Obi-Wan's preparations became apparent to his Master.
Smiling, he stopped and looked around. "My word - were you
expecting friends over this evening, Padawan?"
"As a matter of fact I was expecting someone." Qui-Gon turned
to catch a wide grin. "A very tired, much-abused Jedi Master
who needs some serious coddling - not to mention cuddling."
"Coddling and cuddling? You will spoil me, Padawan"
Qui-Gon resumed course for the bath, with Obi-Wan trailing
along behind.
"That's the idea, Master," Obi-Wan said cheerfully. Entering
the bath, The young man helped Qui-Gon to strip, then helped
him into the pool. Sighing deeply, he allowed himself to sink
slowly into the blood-heat water, letting it close over his
head briefly, then resurfacing and seating himself on a
convenient ledge. He looked up and saw his apprentice still
standing by the edge.
"Aren't you going to join me?"
"I thought you might wish to bathe alone, Master."
"Obi-Wan, the day you are not welcome in my bath will be the
day I no longer need to bathe."
"Because you will be one with the Force, Master?"
"Because I will be on the Council, and nothing of me shall
stink - not even my shit." Obi-wan laughed and began to remove
his own clothing.
"I divine I shall never need to worry about being banished from
your bath, Master." He stepped down into the pool and seated
himself next to Qui-Gon. "It's a good thing the Jedi don't have
the principle of heresy - I suspect you would have been burned
at the stake long ago."
Qui-Gon draped his arm over Obi-Wan's shoulder. "Hush, Padawan.
More soaking, less talking." The two sat in companionable
silence, letting the heated water work it's magic on a weary
body. Qui-Gon slowly felt energy begin to creep back into his
body, part of it being funneled from the figure next to him.
"Obi-Wan..."
"Yes, Master?"
"How long has it been since the healers let you out of the
infirmary?"
"Five days, Master. I am well - I even started sparring with
Master Windu two days ago. I'm fine - don't worry about me."
"I always worry about you, Padawan - its my job. But if you can
take on Mace Windu, you're well - did you win?"
"One loss, one draw, Master. I will defeat him in our next
match, I think - his style is unusual, but I think I know how
to get through..."
Qui-Gon hugged the younger man to him. "Oh you do, do you? This
I have to see."
"You will tomorrow - we have a session scheduled just before
lunch." Obi-wan reached out and grabbed a small basket he had
left earlier, taking out a body sponge and soap. "Let's take
care of you now - I have a light meal and fruitwine waiting for
you, and palmflower massage oil warming."
"My gods, Padawan, you are trying to spoil me. Or have
you done something I should know about while I was gone?"
Obi-Wan looked hurt. "I have been sick most of the time, Master
- I was hardly in a position to get into mischief." Then a
small grin crept back on to his face. "You forgot, didn't
you..."
"Forgot what, Padawan?" Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan, casting
about in his memory for something connected with Obi-Wan that
he should be remembering. Then it hit him. It must have shown
on his face, for his apprentice began to laugh. "You're right,
Obi-Wan, I did forget. Not entirely - I remember thinking when
I got word the transport was there to bring me home that I
would be home in time. But after three days on a Selkite
freighter..."
"They brought you home on a Selkite? Never mind, Master - I'm
lucky I got you back at all. How in the Force those people
manage to survive without sleep mystifies me." Obi-Wan rubbed
soap into the body sponge and began to scrub Qui-Gon's back,
producing a low rumble of content from the larger man.
"So, what's for dinner?" Besides you, that is.
"I heard that."
"I know you did."
"I am not an entree."
"I never said you were, Padawan."
"Besides, I'm not on the regular menu."
"No?"
"Nope - I'm on the dessert cart."
Qui-Gon turned and grabbed his apprentice, dragging him across
his lap and setting him down to cradle a throbbing erection
between his cheeks. "Life is uncertain, my Padawan - let's have
dessert first." He kissed Obi-Wan soundly, feeling energy flood
into his system like a new power crystal in his lightsaber.
Wrapping his arms around him, he gently shifted Obi-Wan back
and forth over his cock, making the young man wriggle
enticingly in his hold.
Obi-Wan moaned and tucked his head under his Master's chin,
nibbling his way down his neck and laving the hollows of his
collarbone with his tongue, then ducking his head down to a
brown nipple just above the waterline and gently sucking on it.
He lavished attention on the nub of hardening flesh, swirling
his tongue around it. Kissing his way across the wide chest to
the other and tickling it lightly with the very tip of his
tongue, he felt Qui-Gon shift beneath in response to his
teasing. His reward came quickly as he felt long fingers
massaging his ass, persuading contracted muscles to relax and
accept the entrance of first one, then two fingers, sliding in
and out gently, building anticipation in his body.
Shivering with expectation, Obi-Wan concentrated on the touch,
coaxing the opening into relaxation and receptivity. Sensing
his efforts, Qui-Gon removed his fingers and wove himself into
Obi-Wan's thoughts and actions, using tendrils of Force-bound
water to further penetrate and pleasure his lover. Kissing him
again, Qui-Gon reached between them and gently squeezed
Obi-Wan's own erection, then began to slide his hand up and
down.
"Master - Qui-Gon..." Obi-Wan stammered the words out, those
being the only coherent words left in his mind at this moment.
"Yes, Padawan, I know." Shifting his body, the Jedi Master
placed Obi-Wan's entrance over the head of his cock, and slid
himself slowly up into his beloved. Thrusting upwards and
matching the movement of his hand to his thrusts, Qui-Gon
kissed his apprentice again, intensifying their shared pleasure
with an exploring tongue and gently nipping teeth. Speeding the
pace of his thrusting, he felt the first faint hints of
Obi-Wan's climax and held them gently in his mind. Matching his
own responses and allowing them to feed on each other, the
pleasure deepened and amplified until the two of them exploded
in shared orgasm, falling together with each other's names
echoing through comforting oblivion.
For a bit, they allowed themselves to float, feeling the
sweetness of life in each other and reluctant to separate. As
the water cooled, Obi-Wan finally moved from Qui-Gon's lap, and
climbed out, gathering clothing and towels. Slipping into his
pants, he then found the large bath sheet he sought, and went
back to the edge of the pool.
"Come out, Master - dinner awaits, not to mention that
palmflower oil."
Qui-Gon opened his eyes and stared up at his Padawan, wondering
what he had done in any previous life that made his present one
so worth living. "You are a cruel man, Obi-Wan Kenobi. If you
really loved me, you would pamper me and bring me my supper in
here." He rose off the bench and climbed out of the pool,
letting the young Jedi wrap him in the huge towel. "You would
even feed me with your own fingers so that I would not have to
exert myself in the slightest."
"But we are Jedi, Master - we are supposed to lead lives of
sacrifice and temperance, denying ourselves all pleasure that
we might be more fit to serve when the Republic calls." Obi-Wan
assumed a serious, dour face.
"Padawan, if you believe that I have a planet for sale cheap.
Payment in small jewels and precious metals only - no credits
please. He turned to a now-smiling Obi-Wan and kissed him
gently. "Happy Anniversary, my beloved Padawan."
"And to you too, my beloved Master. Ten years since Bandomeer -
it has been a long journey."
"Worth every step, my love - worth every step." Qui-Gon went
out of the bath into the common room, Obi-Wan trailing him. "By
the way, I might not have remembered tonight, but I did
remember to bring you a present."
"What is it, Master?" Obi-Wan grinned. He knew this game.
"It's in my travelsac, Padawan. Bring it here, would you?"
Obi-Wan went out into the entrance hall and retrieved the pack.
Sitting at the table, Qui-Gon reached into the top of it and
brought out a small box, and gave it to his apprentice. Opening
it, Obi-Wan smiled as his present was revealed.
"Thank you, Master." He leaned over and kissed Qui-Gon on the
forehead. "It's beautiful. Now eat - or no palmflower oil."
"Well, that certainly gives me an incentive." Qui-Gon smiled
and turned to his food.
Going into his room, Obi-Wan placed his gift on a small shelf
next to his bed. A space had been made for it, next to the
others that his Master had brought him. Nineteen of them now,
with another one undoubtedly making its appearance in a few
weeks on his birthday. Obi-Wan had no idea what they were, or
if they were rare or valuable, and he didn't really care. His
master had given them to him, and that was what made them more
precious than gold to him.
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