Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be. If they were, Skywalker
Ranch would be mine and George would be slaving away to get the
next two movies out by Summer 2000. Qui-Gon would be alive and
shagging Obi-Wan. Anakin wouldn't fall to the Dark Side and
someone would get a brain and SEE THAT PALPATINE IS A SITH
LORD! (Pant, Pant. 'Scuze me.) But until that glorious, never
gonna happen day, all hail the mighty Lucas!
Obi-Wan sighed and stretched his muscular frame, working out
his morning kinks. He felt pleasantly sore and very thirsty.
Well, a night of spectacular sex will do that for you, Obi-Wan,
he thought. He raised his head to confirm what he already knew.
He lay alone on his Master's bed with said Master no where in
sight. Obi-Wan tentatively reached out with the Force and
located Qui-Gon Jinn in dining hall. A brief mind touch
reassured the Padawan that his Master was returning after an
early morning kitchen raid.
The young Jedi could almost believe that last night had been a
wonderful, highly intense dream. Almost. The sprinkling of
bruises and love bites all over his body might as well have
spelled out I-got-fucked-by-my- Master-last-night.
Obi-Wan heard the door to their quarters open. A few moments
later, Qui-Gon walked into the bedroom with a small tray full
of Obi-Wan's favorites.
"Good morning, Padawan," Qui-Gon smiled.
"Good morning, Master. Is that penta fruit?" The younger man
eyed the reputed aphrodisiac with a mock leer. "Are you trying
to have your way with me?"
Qui-Gon laughed. "I did that last night. I thought you might
like a treat."
"Mmmmm," Obi-Wan moaned as he bit into the fruit. "You are the
best Master I've ever had."
The elder Jedi bowed his head, gracefully accepting his due.
Unfortunately, the grin ruined his solemn air. "I signed us up
for saber practice before noonmeal. We'll be paired with Master
w'Kith and her Padawan Fancy."
Obi-Wan stopped eating and looked a bit embarrassed. He knew
that they couldn't stay in bed all the time but he had hoped
for a morning romp. In fact, he originally planned to pounce
his Master when they finished eating. Looks like the pouncing
is out for now, Kenobi, he told himself.
"Yes, Master."
Qui-Gon smiled to himself. Ah, to be young again. He knew
exactly what his Padawan wanted. "Once we've finished
breakfast, we'll take a shower."
Obi-Wan nodded obediently, then his eyes opened wide. "We?" he
squeaked.
His Master's rumbling laugh sent tremors straight down to his
groin. "Yes, my own. We."
The young Jedi's face lit up and his eyes shown. "I'm looking
forward to it, Master," he whispered lustfully.
Jedi Master Yoda sat beside Mace Windu as they both watched the
sparring match between Masters and Padawans. Master w'Kith and
her apprentice were very good. In fact, few reached their level
of skill and competence. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, however, left
them in the dust.
Almost as one being, existing purely in the moment and in the
Force, the two men disarmed their opponents and demanded
surrender.
Obi-Wan left the youngest children's classroom following his
Master. He'd volunteered to help teach the First Meditation to
the next generation of Jedi. The children found him to be
highly entertaining even as they learned. They were eager for
him to come back.
Qui-Gon silently led his apprentice through the halls
presenting the picture of serene, contemplative Jedi to anyone
who cared to look. Underneath this veneer lay a different set
of emotions. Passion, lust, desire, and most of all love.
The Master led his Padawan into one of the uppermost of the
meditation gardens. For the most part, only the gardeners and
those with specific assignments ever came here. This time of
day, however, no one was about. Perfect.
Qui-Gon stopped and turned to Obi-Wan, his hand reaching to
caress the long braid.
"Master," Obi-Wan sighed as his eyes slid closed.
"Padawan, the older man whispered against the younger's lips.
Tongues dueled in recently discovered delight, each conveying
their love and desire for the other. Robes and tunics fell to
the carpet-like lush grass as the men explored their bodies
with eagerness.
Master Yoda silently entered the meditation garden, following
the not completely shielded emotions coming from his former
Padawan and the beautiful future Knight in his arms. Chewing
his walking stick thoughtfully, he quietly watched the fierce
yet tender coupling of the two Forcestrong lovers. He extended
his own shields to guard their privacy.
Obi-Wan writhed underneath his Master seeking his completion
yet wanting to hold back. He felt Qui-Gon's fingers open and
stretch his body, preparing the way for his magnificent penis.
He gave a low, wrenching moan as his lover found his prostate
and rubbed gently. The fingers withdrew, but before Obi-Wan
could protest, his Master's cock slid home.
Mouth open and panting harshly, Qui-Gon Jinn eased his weight
onto his lover's body as he began to thrust. He smiled when
Obi-Wan immediately joined the rhythm. A flicker in the Force
drew his attention off to the side for a moment. Even as he
continued to love his apprentice, he saw his former Master
watching them.
Yoda merely nodded and pointedly looked at Obi-Wan.
Qui-Gon took the hint and gave his full attention to his lover.
He reached underneath the young man and grasped his cock in a
firm loving hand. Gently at first, then with a stronger grip,
Qui-Gon caressed his Padawan's member in rhythm with his
thrusts reveling in the sound of Obi-Wan's pleading whimpers.
The elder Jedi reared back to sit on his ankles pulling Obi-Wan
with him. One arm wrapped around the heaving chest while his
hand never lost its hold on the younger man's cock.
"Ride me," he growled into his student's ear eliciting a
violent shiver in the young frame.
Obi-Wan managed to gain some purchase with his toes in order to
obey his Master's command. He began to raise and lower himself
finding a great deal of pleasure in taking from his lover. He
didn't know what would give out first, his legs or his mind.
At the finish, it was too close to tell. Obi-Wan felt his
pleasure suddenly spike and he came all over himself and his
Master's hand. Dimly, he heard Qui-Gon yell his name before
emptying himself deep inside of his apprentice.
They collapsed on their sides panting heavily.
"I love you, Qui-Gon."
"I love you, my Obi."
Hearts slowed and breathing evened out as they came down from
their sex high.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes and froze in shock. He saw Master Yoda
standing before him. He abruptly became conscious of his
undressed state.
Qui-Gon sensed the sudden unease and looked up into his former
Master's eyes.
"Impulsive, you are. Teaching your Padawan to be the same,"
Yoda sighed. "Come before the Council first you should have.
Receive permission you must for this. Report to the Council now
you will."
"May we dress first?" Qui-Gon asked wryly.
Yoda sighed again. Of all his Padawans, Qui-Gon Jinn managed to
frustrate him the most. "Dressed appropriately you must be.
Shock the Jedi you should not."
Once the venerable old master left, Qui-Gon chuckled.
Obi-Wan looked at him in surprise. "Are we in trouble, Master?"
he asked cautiously.
"Not really, Padawan. Yoda is correct. I, we, should have gone
to the Council first and sought their blessing."
"Oh." Obi-Wan looked thoughtful then mischievous. "Then we
should get dressed. The last thing we should do is shock the
Council."
Qui-Gon shook his head in mock annoyance and kissed Obi-Wan
quickly.
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