Obi-Wan spent most of the day brooding about it. It was
unresolvable, the direction their relationship was taking.
We both want more. What's he afraid of? If we're
discreet...
He shook his head. I must be crazy. There's no way we can
act on our feelings. But dammit, I can't take this. All we do
is argue from tension.
The young man rose, staring out the window. His mind drifted
back a few hours...
"Easy enough to say, Master" Obi-Wan challenged. "How could
they know anything if we don't tell them."
Qui-Gon stood off, eyes dark. "It's enough that we speak this
way, padawan. I admit I made a mistake. I never should have
told you how I felt..."
Green eyes blazed in anger. "Oh, I see! A little wine loosens
your tongue at a meal, and now you want to take it all back.
Too late, Master! I've forgotten nothing. You think to
play games with me?"
The taller man spun on him. "No games! Do you realize what
we're talking about here? Your knighthood isn't far off, and-"
The younger man stood in front of him. "-And that's precisely
why this is the proper time to be speaking of a bond! Once it
is done I can approach you freely. The Council would have no
say, one way or the other."
Qui-Gon turned aside. It was becoming too intense, and
Obi-Wans' beauty was distracting. "Still at least a year away,
padawan. Are you willing to wait that long?"
Obi-Wan gritted his teeth. "The truth? No. I would bond with
you now."
Qui-Gon gripped his arms. "Are you mad? They would know!
There's no way we could hide such a connection."
Obi-Wan moved closer. "They suspect we're too close anyway. Has
anything happened? They don't need to know-"
Qui-Gon put a long finger to his lips. "Enough. I'll hear no
more. And I'll do nothing to jeapordize your knighthood.
I mean it!"
"So you say" Obi-Wan slipped arms around him, jade eyes soft.
He reached up, stroking the short beard. "You are so handsome
and fine. I want to feel you around me. In me."
Qui-Gon nearly came apart. "Stop, I tell you. This ends now
before it gets started-" he gently pushed the hand away.
Obi-Wan shook his head slowly. "No, Master. It's just begun"
soft lips touched the taller man.
Qui-Gons' eyes closed. Obi-Wan felt good. He smelled good. And
he was beautiful. Without thinking, he returned the embrace.
Their tongues touched, teasing.
"Mmmm..."
Strong arms tugged him towards the bedroom. The tender kiss
picked up steam as they moonwalked down the hallway.
"You are so lovely, Obi-Wan" he breathed into a curved ear. "I
can barely control myself."
Their lips smacked loudly as they entered the bedroom, falling
onto the mattress. Hands pulling at loosening clothing.
Qui-Gon stiffened suddenly. He pulled away.
Panting, Obi-Wan lay back on the mattress, green eyes wild.
"Come, Qui-Gon. Love me. Love me as you've wanted to do all
this time" he reached up, pulling at the horse braid.
Qui-Gon grabbed his hand, kissing it. "No. I can't, don't you
see!" angry at himself, he stood up.
"Cool off. We'll discuss this later when we're both more
rational" he turned to leave.
Obi-Wan bounced up. "Run, then" he snapped. "It will be the
same when you return!"
Qui-Gon felt rage rise. "Beware how you speak to me,
padawan. I'm leaving now. Return to your duties."
"Don't think to dismiss me like a child, Qui-Gon" green eyes
were ice. "I am not your padawan here."
Qui-Gon turned his back. "We aren't lovers either, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan moved behind him without touching. "Not yet we
aren't. But it's only a matter of time."
Qui-Gon turned slightly. "You presume too much. I will
re-evaluate the situation once you become a knight. Until
then...things will remain as they are."
"You can't just-"
Qui-Gon walked out on him.
His thoughts returned to the present. He's so uptight,
worrying about what the Council thinks all the time. I wish we
hadn't fought like that. It's been a miserable afternoon...
The door chime rung.
/?/ Not expecting anyone.
Obi-Wan went to the door. Two young men stood next to a huge
box that sat atop a small flatbed with wheels.
"Scuse me, sir. You Obi-Wan?"
The Jedi nodded, confused. "Yes I am, but what is-"
The redhead handed him a datapad. "Sign here, please."
"What is this?"
"Delivery. Sign, please."
Perplexed, Obi-Wan signed. The redhead turned.
"Okay, Goob, let's roll this one in."
The pudgy partner nodded, black eyes small in the fat face.
Stunned, Obi-Wan stared as they wheeled in the huge box. It
barely made it through the door.
"Um, excuse me? Where'd this come from. Who sent it?"
The redhead shrugged. "How should I know, Mac. We just deliver
'em from the speciality shop. Enjoy."
Before he could question them further, they left. He closed the
door.
"What's this thing supposed to be? I can't imagine Master
ordering it."
He walked around the box. It was plain, no notecard or
anything. Fingers ran through the spiky hair.
"How am I supposed to know whether it's for him or me?"
He shrugged. "Guess I'll wait for him to get back. If it's his
I don't want to open it first."
He went into the study.
Still another hour later Qui-Gon hadn't returned, and Obi-Wan
was getting anxious.
He must really be angry at me this time.
He padded back into the living room, staring once again at the
huge box.
That thing is beginning to bug me. To heck with it, I'll
open it. If worse comes to worst I'll let Master know there was
no notecard.
He pulled at the folded cardboard sides, noting a sweetish
odor.
"What the???"
Lifting the huge flaps up and away he gawked.
It was a giant cake, decorated with multiple layers of cream,
icing and candy.
He stood back, laughing. It was ridiculous.
"Who...would order anything like this. It's stupid!"
Laughing to himself he reached out to taste the cream...
The cake erupted. A figure popped out, smothered in cream and
syrup. Qui-Gon.
"SURPRISE!!"
Obi-Wan fell on his backside, nearly having a stroke. He
gawked, staring at his gooey Master.
"Duhhhh....uh..."
"Say something, Obi-Wan. Don't just sit there!"
A devilish grin spread on the handsome features. "I think I've
been had."
Hot eyes were on him. "Not yet you haven't. The night is
young."
Obi-Wan regained his feet, amazed. "I didn't...you surprise me,
Master. I thought after you walked out that..."
Qui-Gons' voice was low. "Come here."
Obi-Wan stepped closer, staring with appreciation at the
muscled body underneath the dessert. Powerful arms reached out
suddenly, grabbing him and pulling him into the cake.
"HEY!"
They plopped into the gloppy mixture. It broke into huge chunks
everywhere, spilling out of the box onto the carpet. Obi-Wan
was covered, icing and cream smashed into his clothes.
Qui-Gon panted heavily, holding him close. "I thought about you
all day, beloved. I'm so sorry, Obi, I was wrong."
"Master" Obi-Wan gasped at the other mans' slippery hardness.
"I...regret my tone earlier too. Love you...so much" green eyes
glowed.
Deep blue eyes lidded with lust. "Qui-Gon. Call me Qui-Gon."
The plump lips moved in. "Qui-Gon" Obi-Wan smiled gently as
they kissed.
A slippery, sweet kiss. Qui-Gon licked a glob of cream from
Obi-Wans' nose. "Out of those clothes" he growled, voice thick.
Strong hands pulled away the soaked shirt. They sucked the
syrup in the sleeves before tossing it aside. The pants were
next. Qui-Gon pushed his love into the mash, kissing syrup off
of the shapely chest. A cherry rolled onto a plump nipple.
Qui-Gon nibbled them both between his teeth.
Obi-Wan sighed, shivered. He tugged at the caked pants,
wiggling out of them. Qui-Gon pulled them free. Big hands
slapped the full thighs, stinging them then covering them with
icing. A long tongue licked the icing off tender balls. Nip and
bite. Cream was lapped from the golden thighs. The slithering
flesh moved up. Obi-Wan arched, clutching the broad back in
delight.
"Mnnn. You taste so good" Qui-Gon rumbled, tongueing cake in
the hollow of Obi-Wans' throat.
"AAhh...oh ghods" Obi-Wan jerked with pleasure.
Their erections rubbed with slick friction as their cream
covered bodies ground together. Obi-Wan grabbed the muscled
cheeks, pulling them wide. He teased the crack with a candy
stick, slipping it inside his lover.
Qui-Gon lifted, thrusting his hips faster against his love's
groin. He groaned loudly.
"Ghods, yes! Push it in more!!" he shouted.
"Yessss" jade eyes were hot now. He pumped Qui-Gon hard,
twisting the candy stick in further, faster and faster. The
other hand slapped a cheek. The muscled back rippled.
They rocked, yelling and groaning. Two rigid cocks rubbed
together between hot bellies and thick cream.
Obi-Wan slid out from underneath, pulling out the candy stick.
Qui-Gon nearly came, the heavy cock swaying and draining. A
strong hand grabbed his cock's head, preventing release.
"Aaghk! Obi-Wan!!" he nearly fell back.
"Not yet, my love" Obi-Wan sweated, shaking. He smothered the
velvet head with cake, sucking and eating his way down the
shaft.
Qui-Gon bounced mindlessly, swearing in pleasure. Heavy sacs
flopped from side to side. He clutched the spiky head.
//Don't stop don't stop//
Obi-Wan worked those next. Gathering the sweet cream in one
hand he coated the strained balls, suckling each one in his
teeth, then popping them free. Syrup slicked fingers slid up
the hot opening, pressing down on a spot.
Qui-Gons' face was beautiful with desire. Perfect teeth
clenched in sweet agony. With a cry he pushed Obi-Wan off,
flipping him on his stomach.
//Now, beloved. It must be now!//
Obi-Wan threw his legs wide, arched up on all fours.
/Come, my love, quickly!/ a golden cock bobbed stiffly
underneath.
There was no holding back. Qui-Gon gobbed handfuls of cream,
smothering it over the lush cheeks, into the crack. Long
fingers pushed some inside the moist opening.
"Aahh!!" Obi-Wan cried out. He began to leak.
Qui-Gon reached underneath, yanked the velvety balls. Obi-Wan
jerked, cried out again.
"Hurts! Gooood..."
Qui-Gon tongued the cream along the crack, teasing and tasting
the plump ass, sucking the cheeks loudly as he smacked the
sweetness away.
Heat raced up Obi-Wans' spine. He wiggled his hips, back
humped.
"QUI-GON!!" he was about to blow.
Qui-Gon couldn't hold on any longer himself. The lush body
drove him wild. Crouching behind Obi-Wan he slid inside easily,
his cock covered with smooth sweetness.
He had barely squeezed inside when the tight heat grabbed him,
making him spurt. Powerful hips thrust hard, the thick thighs
bouncing against plump cheeks. Obi-Wan lunged underneath him,
shouting his name.
They bucked wildly, coming again and again. Pearly streams
fired everywhere. Minds joined in a nimbus of white light...
...as reality winked out. Exhausted, they collapsed into the
mash, overcome with emotion. Obi-Wan rolled over slowly and
cuddled in.
Qui-Gon held his lover tightly, nuzzling the fine neck.
"Love you" he breathed, face soft.
"Yes. Forever" Obi-Wans' eyes were gentle.
They lay in their bed of cake, slow stroking. Gentle touches,
soft kisses.
Finally Obi-Wan spoke. Slow grin. "You know this is ridiculous,
us laying here in this mess" he lifted the plastered tail of
hair from Qui-Gons' stomach.
The regal features smiled. "Maybe so, but it sure is tasty" he
leaned in and suckled the side of Obi-Wans' neck, catching
another gob of cake.
Obi-Wan sighed, the handsome face relaxed in bliss. He snuggled
again. The sculpted hands teased cream over Qui-Gons' nipples.
They poked up a bit as the muscled chest flexed. The reaction
pleased him.
"Easy" Qui-Gon breathed in his ear. "Unless you want me to do a
total meltdown."
Cheeks rubbed. "We can't have that now can we?" Obi-Wan teased.
"So much for the decimation of my knighthood."
Qui-Gon looked at him. The blue eyes were clear. "We'll have to
be careful, my love. Shielding a bond can be mentally
exhausting."
Obi-Wan sat up. The emerald eyes blazed. "I'm up to it. Sorry I
forced the issue."
The lions' head nodded. "It needed to be forced. In truth,
being around you for another year or two without making love
would have driven me crazy."
Soft laugh. "We'd have both gone crazy!" high cheekbones
were flush.
Suddenly quiet, Obi-Wan slipped tightly into his embrace. They
said nothing for awhile.
"I'm glad we bonded" the handsome Jedi whispered.
"As am I" his fine lover responded. "I don't want to deceive
the Council, but so be it. I regret nothing."
"Nor I. But as you said, we must be careful."
"Indeed. There are too many rumors about the temple as it is."
Obi-Wan patted the cake. "You know as crazy as it sounds, this
stuff makes a pretty good mattress. Besides being good to eat."
Qui-Gon cocked an eyebrow. "Ha. We'd be fat as pigs."
Obi-Wan eyed the big body with lust. A cream covered hand
pulled on the thick cock, teased between the heavy thighs. He
tickled the rapidly swelling balls. "I don't know. We'd...work
it off some way."
Qui-Gon arched at the touch. "Ugh. Stop, before I AUGHH!"
The plump lips plunged down on him, sucking hungrily.
/Mmm...wonder how your cream...tastes with this cream./
Qui-Gon thrashed, hips yanking. "Find out...soooon!!" he
rasped.
He did. Eyes slitted in rapture, Qui-Gon heaved into the hot
mouth. Obi-Wan gulped greedily. He kissed the velvet head,
lapping it playfully with his tongue.
"Hmm. Verrry good. I'd recommend a recipe."
Qui-Gon eyed him roughly. "I'm thinking of a padawan pie about
now."
"Wait-"
Muscled arms grabbed the lush body, pulling it close. Qui-Gon
silenced his lover with a sweltering kiss.
"Mllghpph" Obi-Wan squirmed as their tongues fought. His cock
stiffened.
"BEEEEEEP!"
With a loud smack, Qui-Gon pulled free. "Saved by the bell" he
rumbled, pleased to see Obi-Wan sweat with heat a second time.
Climbing off the cake, he went to the wall mounted intercomm.
"Yes? May I help you?"
Sorry to interrupt you so late, sir. My name is Erkel
Signel. Me and my partner delivered your cake earlier.
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
Well sir, we forgot part of your order. You were supposed to
receive a gallon of honey. Do you still want it? If not we can
deduct it from your order no charge.
Obi-Wan sat up, staring wide eyed at his lover. "A gallon of
honey???"
Qui-Gon smirked at him. He spoke into the intercomm.
"Just leave it at the door, Mr. Signel. I have...sweet
ambitions this night."
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