Exhilaration

by RavenD (ravendreams@earthlink.net)

Archive: m_a, World of Pretty Boys, anyone else please ask

Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/

Category: First time

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None

Pairing: Q/O

Spoilers: none

Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon experience the exhilaration of flying.

Feedback: Waiting for with bated breath.

Notes: Many thanks to Mac and Velma for the read-through.

Disclaimers: Lucas, Lucas, Lucas

Obi-Wan tensed in his seat, the trees beside him streaking past in a mottled blur. He had been running through piloting tests for days, proving to himself and his master that he was more than capable of controlling the sleek, swift machine he was currently straddling. The padawan had followed his master over multiple courses with ease, thoroughly comfortable with the small speeder craft. The speeders were very similar to ones that Obi-Wan had been piloting for some time, but were considerably smaller and more responsive. "Of course," Obi-Wan grinned to himself, "they are also wicked fast."

Qui-Gon had watched Obi-Wan's progress with his usual intensity, constantly adjusting and advising. The training courses had gone by quickly, with Obi-Wan soaking up information and experience in equal amounts. The padawan adjusted his helmet slightly, cutting down on the whistling of the passing wind. He had been sure he would pass these tests quickly, with little aggravation.

Of course, his sneaky, Sith-spawned master had pulled every single trick known in the universe to disrupt his poor beleaguered padawan. Obi-Wan had been fired on, swooped on, blinded by dust and sideswiped. The terrain had changed, the speeder had malfunctioned, small furry creatures had fallen on him, and once, a tree grew in front of him.

Right in front of him.

With unreal speed.

Obi-Wan had persevered, swerved, ducked and, to his great delight, managed to keep that sweet little speeder firmly between his thighs. Finally, Qui-Gon was forced to acknowledge the young man's skill and allowed him to leave the training grounds, to spend some precious time meandering through the dense forests surrounding them. Free to explore, free to fly.

The forest was cool, almost chilly in the shade from the huge k'va, their dull orange and gold leaves blocking out the sun. Pale threads of mist slowly rose from the ground, swirling as Obi-Wan zipped through the trees, uninhibited, pushing the speed, pushing his limits. A grin split his face as he explored ever further. As he danced through slim openings between the gigantic trunks, feeling the bark brush against the protective clothing he wore, his skin tingled, humming with pleasure.

Obi-Wan bent down over the body of the speeder, cutting down on wind resistance. His thighs felt like stone, clasped tightly against the smooth metal. Suddenly, the noise from the speeder startled a flock of birds, sending them in a bright yellow and turquoise scatter. The birds swirled around him momentarily, before rising up to perch within the dark tree branches, tiny spots of colors lighting shadows.

Fueled by the exhilaration of the wind buffeting him, Obi-Wan cried aloud, a hawk-like sound that echoed through the trees. Filling his nostrils with the smells of damp undergrowth and fecund life, Obi-Wan felt his chest expand. This excitement that filled him was threatening to burst from him. The hours of quiet contemplation, years of working on building his serenity, his composure; one amazingly fast machine and a beautiful forest and that solemnity disappeared.

He laughed aloud as his padawan braid curled around his neck, tickling and caressing before moving to trail behind him. As he rode, Obi-Wan's mind was filled with the image of his master's long plait streaming in the wind as those muscular arms and legs controlled the speeder, taut buttocks slightly raised off the seat. Obi-Wan groaned deep in his throat as he became intensely aroused, phallus lying hard against him.

What would that body, that sleek back, feel like pressed against him? Would his master feel this exhilaration, this excitement? Obi-Wan moaned, imagining Qui-Gon's hips pushing into his groin, the flames between them fanned in the wind as they sped through the forest.

Obi-Wan ached with arousal, his breath hitching, hands tightening on the handlebars. To fly, to fly through these trees, his face buried within the silk of his master's hair. To taste him, to lick his ear, his neck, to hear him cry out, his hands gripped on the handlebars. To finally wrap his hands around Qui-Gon's hardness, to feel the catch of his master's breath against him, to feel that ass rocking into him as he stroked his lover to completion.

The Force poured through him, unfettered, unleashed. Obi-Wan pushed the accelerator further, breathing deeply as he moved through the trees with a deceptive ease. The speeder, the forest, even his own rapidly pounding heart were left behind as he existed within the Force surrounding him, pushing him inexorably forward.

The only image that remained in Obi-Wan's mind was the picture of Qui-Gon's flushed, satisfied face, indigo eyes dark with passion and with something else. The young man searched his soul, looking for a definition of that emotion, even as his body ground itself against the seat of the speeder. The answer hit him as orgasm rocked his body.

Love.

Those familiar eyes were full of love! The sheer joy was catapulted throughout him along with the heat of his release.

Yes! So free. Oh! Force! This is flying!

Flying, Obi-Wan? The padawan jerked as he heard the words growled into his mind, and the speeder bobbed in the air, catching his breath. Obi-Wan looked around guiltily, realizing he had been flying blindly within a strange environment, completely caught up in his fantasy. He sat up slightly, automatically slowing the speeder, rolling his eyes at the damp spot on his leggings. "Great, Obi," he thought, "Qui-Gon lets you go out by yourself and you get caught flying with your crotch. Beautiful."

Obi-Wan? The voice was more stern now.

Yes, Master?

You must maintain focus, Padawan. You cannot forget where you are.

Obi-Wan sighed deeply, feeling his exhilaration leak from him as quickly as his arousal cooled. Yes, Master. I'm sorry. I'll be heading back in now. With determination, Obi-Wan shielded gently against the bond, not wanting his combined embarrassment and disappointment to seep over to his master.

Obi-Wan turned the speeder around and efficiently returned to the training facilities.

Qui-Gon sat, obstentably reading through his mail in the small rooms that the Jedi occupied while they trained in the forests of Ocbi. He had been reading this same message from Master Yoda since Obi-Wan had gone off early in the day for his ride. Of course, something told the Jedi Master that his attempts to concentrate were futile. His mind was filled with images of his padawan, head thrown back, mouth open in ecstasy...

"Force! You've got to stop this, Jinn." He slammed his commpad down on the table before him and sat down on his bed, holding his head in his hands, his long braid falling over his shoulder. Their quarters reflected the surrounding environment, walls draped with soft cloths which morphed from deep greens to silken browns. Even the bedding was integrated, seeming more like an outgrowth of the room than furniture

He had been monitoring his padawan all morning, trying to be unobtrusive, but still assuring himself that the young man was safe. Obi-Wan had motored through the training with no problem, much as Qui-Gon expected. Not even the challenges had rocked the confident young man, who rode the speeder as if it were made solely for his benefit. After watching those young thighs straddled over the shiny black metal, Qui-Gon was not at all convinced those speeders weren't made entirely to showcase his padawan's attributes.

Watching Obi-Wan was not a new habit for Qui-Gon, not by a long shot. He had been watching his padawan for years, watching as the young boy had become a man. Qui-Gon had found that his curiosity regarding his padawan hadn't lessened as the young man grew. If he were to be honest, as Obi-Wan became an adult and no longer depended on Qui-Gon for every small need, the Jedi Master had become almost fascinated.

Obi-Wan had set aside any childlike hobbies and interests. He had remained active with a select group of friends, but Qui-Gon had noticed that he gently turned down any serious romantic relationships, preferring discrete casual affairs. Slowly, even the wickedly irrepressible humor had begun to fade, leaving a polite, solemn man in the place where Qui-Gon's beloved padawan had lived.

Qui-Gon had watched and worried that Obi-Wan's intensity, his fierceness and joy were being sublimated by his quest for perfection. This perfection was well attempted, Qui-Gon admitted to himself, and it was well near impossible to not push the young man, stretching his boundaries. Being a Jedi was not easy, but surely there was no crime in joy, in releasing yourself from serenity? The Jedi master had known this brittle shell of Obi-Wan's would eventually crack, that the humor, the passion would break free. Qui-Gon had waited patiently, watching the boiling emotions beneath the surface.

Today he had his first taste of Obi-Wan's passion. It had moved through him like a drug, a fire dancing along his nerves. As Obi-Wan had moved through the forest, aroused and alive, Qui-Gon had stood frozen, entranced by the arousal flowing through their bond. His body had responded, hardening painfully. He could almost smell the undergrowth, the mist, Obi-Wan's sweat. Through the eyes of his padawan, he had flown through the trees, one with the Force.

That in itself was bliss, feeling the strength of Obi-Wan's pleasure. However, the depth of desire, of arousal that Qui-Gon sensed shadowed even that bliss. Obi-Wan's vision, his fantasy rocked Qui-Gon to the core, making his head spin. This sip of the youth's raw passion was addictive, leaving him needing more. Not just a sip, Qui-Gon wanted to gorge himself on that desire and to nourish his padawan in return.

It was with more than a little regret that he had to step in, to break the flow swirling around Obi-Wan, fearing for the distracted man's physical safety. His arousal had made his contact rough and short, not wanting to distract Obi-Wan with the intensity of his thoughts. Obi-Wan's surprise had been clear, the younger man had obviously forgotten that his master was with him.

Qui-Gon had felt Obi-Wan's shields fall, gently quieting the bond they shared. From that moment, Qui-Gon sat, waiting, wondering how to proceed. He spun himself seductive scenarios and rejected them, one by one. Sitting there on the bed, he finally smiled to himself. Obi-Wan wanted him, loved him and those feelings were returned in full. This situation would not require elaborate means. "Of course," he thought, "I don't see any reason this has to be boring."

The Jedi Master smiled to himself ferally and moved across the room to finish reading his mail.

Obi-Wan managed to find some things to occupy his time once he returned to the training compound. He put the speeder away in the hangar. He found an empty 'fresher and cleaned up his leggings, feeling like nothing more than an undisciplined teenager. He performed basic maintenance on the machines he and his master had been using. He spoke with one of the young caretakers of the area, learning some interesting facts about the native horticulture. A couple of the other visiting padawans were sparring, so Obi-Wan joined them, stripping to the waist and working up a sweat. When that pleasant diversion came to an end, he picked up his discarded tunic and found a quiet courtyard and knelt down for a nice, long meditative session. He wasn't avoiding his master, exactly, he reasoned, but there was absolutely no reason to walk into a lecture.

Obi-Wan enjoyed the warmth of the sun as it soaked through him, making his skin glow. The light glinted off the bead at the end of his braid, catching his eye. The symbol of his commitment to the Jedi, to his master, lay across his chest, Qui-Gon's dark hair intertwined with his lighter coppery strands. Taking it in his fingers, Obi-Wan smiled, thinking of the exhilaration he had experienced in the forest.

As Obi-Wan allowed his mind to relax, to open to the Force, the incredible sensations that he had experienced entered his consciousness. Examining the experience, he relived the joy, the freedom, the arousal. He had almost forgotten what it was like to move like that, to lose himself inside emotion. His master was constantly reminding him to seek the Living Force, to embrace the moment, but it wasn't a simple matter for Obi-Wan to leave the comfort of his control.

Of course, Obi-Wan admitted to himself, it doesn't help that he shows up to distract me just when I'm getting into the swing of things. Abruptly he wondered how much of what he had been feeling had transmitted itself through their bond. Had his master felt his arousal? If his emotions had been leaking badly, there was no way to know how much Qui-Gon had picked up on.

Obi-Wan had been fighting against his growing attraction to his master for almost three years, steadfastly beating it into the farthest corner of his mind, assuring that Qui-Gon not catch a whiff of it. There was absolutely no way he was going to be the victim of one of those horrid "it's perfectly normal to have a crush on your master" talks. Qui-Gon had never intimated that he was physically or romantically interested in his padawan. So, Obi-Wan simply basked in the older man's approval and warm friendship, continually striving to retain the respect and love that his master could give him.

Surely, if Qui-Gon had noted his excitement, Obi-Wan reasoned, he would have been able to attribute it to the excitement of driving the speeder, of taking risks. Just to reassure himself, Obi-Wan tightened his shields around his desire, packing it tightly so that no hint of it would escape.

A light touch to his mind brought him up out of his meditation. Padawan?

Yes, Master?

I regret having to interrupt, but it is time for our evening meal.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes to the growing twilight. Grabbing his tunic, he stood, feeling the stretch of his lightly sunburned skin.

I'm coming, Master. Qui-Gon noticed the flush to his padawan's cheeks when the young man entered their rooms, still tying his outer tunics around his waist. Qui-Gon allowed his eyes to travel over Obi-Wan's body, starting at the young man's dusty boots and traveling slowly up to his sun-highlighted, spiky hair. Finally he returned his attention to the sunburned face and shook his head, not even attempting to hide his smile.

"Worshipping the sun again, Obi-Wan?" he asked with a chuckle.

Obi-Wan flushed an even brighter red. "Um... I suppose so, Master."

Standing, Qui-Gon moved to the young man, trailing a finger over a cheekbone. Breathing deeply, Qui-Gon relished the warm musk filling his nose. Looking his stunned padawan directly in the eyes, he smiled. "Go bathe, Padawan, and then we'll see to our food."

Obi-Wan jerked away, startled and headed towards the shower, stopping briefly to look over his shoulder in confusion.

Hearing the water start in the next room, Qui-Gon busied himself with placing the simple spread of bread, fruit and cheese on the small table. When that chore was done, he went to his pack to find the numbing gel he kept for those occasions when his fair-haired padawan stayed in the sun too long. As he turned, Obi-Wan came out of the 'fresher, shrugging on his inner tunic.

"Lucky for you, I remembered the lanara gel, Padawan." Qui-Gon teased, holding up the emerald green bottle. He laughed aloud when Obi-Wan grimaced and began to move away. His padawan had never liked the lanara ointment, claiming it made him smell like something best served in a salad.

"I didn't stay out that long." Obi-Wan backed away as Qui-Gon squirted some of the lanara into his hand. Qui-Gon followed him steadily, eyes never moving from his padawan's face, until the sunburned victim had backed himself up against a door.

"Hold still, Obi-Wan, let me put this on your burn." Qui-Gon stroked the cool green gel across the cheekbones and down the slope of Obi-Wan's wrinkled-up nose, adding a touch of healing Force to help it along. He touched him slowly, trailing his fingers along the planes of freshly shaved cheeks, stroking the cleft in his chin. "Are you sunburned anywhere else besides your face?"

Obi-Wan, who had been standing perfectly still, sucked in a swift breath, stiffened guiltily and then winced slightly as his tunics scratched over his shoulders. "It's not bad, Master."

Qui-Gon chuffed lightly and shook his head, "Padawan, when are you going to learn to stop meditating naked in full afternoon sun?"

"Master! I wasn't naked... not completely..." Those green eyes dipped to rest on Qui-Gon's lips and Qui-Gon's smile widened.

"Take off your tunic, Obi-Wan."

"But Master, it smells!"

Qui-Gon silenced him with one raised eyebrow. Obi-Wan groaned defeatedly and shucked off his tunic with a grimace. Qui-Gon sighed to himself at the bright pink chest and shoulders. Squeezing more of the ointment into his hands, he began to massage the slick substance into the dry skin.

The shoulders were seen to first and then the hollow of Obi-Wan's throat was slicked with the gel. Qui-Gon's fingers paused there, feeling the unusually rapid pulse thrum against him. More of the green goo was scoped up and applied to Obi-Wan's chest, the heat radiating from the reddened flesh. The nipples hardened beneath Qui-Gon's thorough ministrations, forming taut peaks and Obi-Wan shivered, a hint of a moan passing from him.

The Jedi master's eyes were caught by the look of bliss covering Obi-Wan's face. The young man's eyes were closed, and his lips were slightly parted. The tip of Obi-Wan's tongue intermittently lapped at the full bottom lip, darting quickly. Qui-Gon slowly stroked the skin, feeling the muscles respond to his touch. He watched, as the young man's breath became more shallow and rapid. Qui-Gon touched his padawan's mind gently, felt the embers of the passion he had been exposed to earlier. When his hand spread the ointment over the rippled muscles of Obi-Wan's stomach, the stormy eyes popped open and Qui-Gon felt the passion surge, before the young man attempted to extinguish it.

"Turn around and I'll cover your back."

"Master, I..."

"Turn around, Padawan." There were some definite advantages to being a master, Qui-Gon thought to himself, as Obi-Wan turned and braced himself against the wall. Qui-Gon raked his eyes over the muscled back before him, the white leggings emphasizing the smooth swell of his buttocks. Qui-Gon leaned forward, barely brushing his beard over the curve of Obi-Wan's shoulder.

"Master!" Obi-Wan hissed and Qui-Gon backed off, watching as the skin covered in goosebumps. Grinning evilly, the Jedi master was rewarded with another shiver as he blew across the curve where neck met shoulder.

As Qui-Gon ministered to Obi-Wan's back, he commented, pitching his voice low, "Tell me what you were feeling when you rode today, Padawan."

Obi-Wan's neck darkened and his head dipped. "Feeling? I... I felt free, as if I was flying. I felt excited. I enjoyed the speed. I felt consumed within the Force, within the moment."

"What did that feel like, Padawan?" Qui-Gon added more ointment to his hands and continued to massage it in, seeking out the knots of muscles, forcing Obi-Wan to relax. The coppery head dipped deeper between the shoulder blades.

"It felt intense. It filled my body, made me feel alive, hot..." Qui-Gon stroked Obi-Wan's back, long, smooth motions from shoulder to hip.

"Hot?"

"Yes, hot. Master... what are you doing?"

Qui-Gon wrapped his hands around Obi-Wan's hips, pulling him back into contact with his hardness, groaning as the heat hit him. He bent, giving one long lick to the exposed ear before whispering, "You tell me, Obi-Wan. What am I doing?"

"You're... you're touching me." That voice was surprisingly clear and somewhat uncertain. Qui-Gon turned him around, pressing him into the wall, forcing Obi-Wan to meet his eyes.

Qui-Gon bent towards him, filling Obi-Wan's vision. Remembering Obi-Wan's fantasy earlier, Qui-Gon allowed the desire and love that he felt for his padawan to pour through their bond. "What do you want me to do to you, Obi-Wan? Do you want me to touch you, to kiss you? Do you want to feel my hands stroking you, giving you pleasure? Tell me what you want from me." Their hips rocked together and the older man groaned as he felt the hardness jutting from the man before him. "Tell me, Obi-Wan."

The storm cloud eyes darkened, sharpened somehow as the love and desire poured over him. A wicked grin split the glistening face. "What do I want from you, Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan's voice was a whisper and Qui-Gon bent closer to capture every word. Obi-Wan's tongue slipped out, quickly tasting Qui-Gon's bottom lip. "I want everything."

Their lips met in a clash of tongues and teeth, breath mingling as they lost themselves in one another. The groans filled the air and Qui-Gon leaned into the slick body, hands beside Obi-Wan's head as he experienced the taste of the soft mouth pressed beneath him.

Obi-Wan's hands were not still, unfastening tunics and sliding over the muscled chest, before slipping into leggings, seeking Qui-Gon's hardness. He grasped it firmly, stroking from base to tip, using the moisture gathering at its tip to ease the friction.

Qui-Gon wrenched his head back, growling deep in his throat. "Be careful, Obi-Wan."

Those eyes twinkled, daring him, teasing him. "Be careful, Qui-Gon? Of what? Are you a monster come to devour me?"

In response, the larger Jedi simply pressed himself firmly against Obi-Wan, ducking his head and nipping sharply at the long curve of neck exposed to him, tasting the cool tang of the gel he had administered. The young man arched beneath him, gasping as Qui-Gon bit down again, drawing the blood up to the surface. Lifting his head and licking his lips, Qui-Gon bent towards Obi-Wan's ear, "Why, yes, Padawan. I am here to devour you. Are you afraid?"

A bright laugh answered him, as he slithered down Obi-Wan's chest, unfastening the waistband of his leggings. "Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to... oh, Force! Don't stop! Oh, Qui... so good... your mouth... please!"

Qui-Gon smiled around the hard cock in his mouth, humming lightly in appreciation as those hips thrust towards him, Obi-Wan's cries filling the room. Keeping one hand firm on a hip, Qui-Gon slid the other hand down to caress the heavy sacs, slowly rolling them in his hand. Listening intently to the levels of Obi-Wan's cries, he slowly slid his fingers farther behind, stroking the smooth perineum before rubbing lightly over Obi-Wan's tight opening.

Obi-Wan stiffened, breath catching and Qui-Gon swallowed the weeping cock fully while gently entering the tight opening with a finger. The kneeling man curled the finger slightly, bumping up against his prostate and those hips bucked harshly. Obi-Wan threw his head back and screamed, seed filling his master's mouth.

Qui-Gon sucked gently, drawing out the sensations as long as possible, supporting the trembling body with the Force. When he heard the low sob, he pulled back and stood, gathering Obi-Wan in his arms and leading him to the bed. Qui-Gon removed his remaining clothes and nestled beside him, kissing him gently, caressing the trembling muscles. "Are you all right, Obi-Wan?"

"Mmm... yes. More than just all right." Slowly Obi-Wan stretched out, bringing his body fully in contact with the larger one beside him, causing Qui-Gon to gasp. A grin started as Obi-Wan wrapped his hand around the swollen erection, trailing his fingers along its length. A clear drop of fluid formed at the tip and Obi-Wan gathered it on his finger. He slowly spread it across Qui-Gon's bottom lip and then swooped in, licking it off before deepening the kiss.

Their bodies undulated, Obi-Wan hardening at the feel of his master's body beneath him. "Obi-Wan, please. I need you. I need..."

"Shh... Qui-Gon. Shh..." Obi-Wan stood up, retrieving the tube of gel before returning to the bed. He slicked Qui-Gon's shaft, smiling as the sweat-slick body moved restlessly, hands clutched into the sheets. Obi-Wan knelt up and slowly lowered himself onto the hard erection, consciously relaxing his muscles.

He moved slowly and Qui-Gon forced himself to stay still, easing his way gently with the Force, helping to loosen the muscles. Finally Qui-Gon was buried within Obi-Wan, both men trembling with desire and need.

When Obi-Wan began to move, a low cry broke from Qui-Gon's lips, "Yesss!" Obi-Wan set a slow pace, moving as if in a dream. Qui-Gon grasped the slim hips, panting heavily, forcing himself not to thrust into that heat.

Obi-Wan leaned down, brushing his lips against Qui-Gon's cheek.

Something broke within the Jedi Master at that gentle touch and he grabbed Obi-Wan, rolling them over, slipping one hand between them to stroke Obi-Wan's cock as he thrust deeply. "My Obi-Wan..."

Together they moved, burning towards climax. Qui-Gon's eyes drifted closed, stars appearing behind his eyes as he emptied himself into Obi-Wan, feeling his padawan's response pour into his hand.

Qui-Gon rolled off of the smaller man, pulling him into a firm embrace. They lay there, breathing heavily. Obi-Wan leaned up and kissed the older man gently. "Are you okay?" he teased gently.

Qui-Gon laughed. "This is your fault, Padawan."

"My fault? How do you figure?" The grin was back, teasing the corners of Obi-Wan's mouth.

Qui-Gon slowly began to caress Obi-Wan's back. "Your little excursion this morning was most enlightening, Padawan."

"I'm sure it was. I didn't realize I was broadcasting so loudly."

"I'm glad of it. I was worried about you. You could've hurt yourself, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan moaned slightly as Qui-Gon worked out a sore spot on his shoulder. "I know, Master. I got carried away."

"You do know the reason I stopped you?"

"I wasn't focused. I was lost to my surroundings. I was not being vigilant. I am sorry, Master." The voice was sad and, Qui-Gon was distressed to hear, more than a little ashamed.

"Obi-Wan, there is no shame in joy, in emotion, in passion."

"There is no passion, there is only...."

"Serenity. Yes, Padawan, I've been told that, but surely you cannot believe the Jedi are intended to live without joy, without love, without exhilaration?"

"Mmmm... but we must strive for peace, for serenity. I must learn to control my reactions while living in the moment."

Qui-Gon stopped and turned Obi-Wan to face him. "Obi-Wan, what you must learn is to maintain your focus while allowing the Living Force to pour through you. To be able to experience passion without losing yourself and your awareness."

Obi-Wan caught his bottom lip between his teeth in frustration and Qui-Gon bent to comfort that abused lip with a soft swipe of his tongue. "Sleep, Padawan. We'll discuss this later. "

"I do love you, Qui-Gon."

"I know Obi-Wan. As I love you. Sleep."

Obi-Wan smiled widely into the darkness. It didn't seem real, but he could feel the slight sting of his sunburn, the vague stretched feeling that came after a long night of making love. He snuggled into the bedding, realizing suddenly that Qui-Gon was no longer next to him. He sat up quickly, swinging his feet to the floor.

"Come with me, Padawan." Qui-Gon's voice was a sibilant whisper in the dark room.

"Master?"

"Now, Padawan." With years of experience of answering that voice's call immediately, Obi-Wan stood and threw on a tunic and his cloak, moving silently towards his master at the door.

Qui-Gon turned without a word, opening the door and walking across the moonlit compound towards the hanger where the speeder bikes were housed. Obi-Wan followed without question, knowing from experience that his master would explain his actions when he was ready.

Qui-Gon straddled a speeder and motioned for his padawan to come to him. Soundlessly, Qui-Gon settled Obi-Wan in front of him, cradled between his legs. Qui-Gon's hard chest was warm and Obi-Wan fought the urge to press against it when Qui-Gon leaned forward, grabbing the handlebars of the speeder and moving it out of the hangar.

The speeder bike zipped quietly through the training grounds and headed toward the darkened forest. Qui-Gon pushed the speeder, gaining speed rapidly, maneuvering through the heavy foliage, his long braided hair flowing out behind them.

Obi-Wan tensed, waiting for the lesson his master was teaching as they continued dodging between trees. The padawan looked intently at the path they were taking, feeling sure his master would test his focus, his attention to detail.

Obi-Wan.

Master?

Close your eyes, Padawan.

Obi-Wan dropped his eyelids, sinking into the total darkness, trying to pick up on clues that would help him to identify his location. He logged the turns that the speeder made, noting moments when the triple moons shown through the trees, brightening the black field behind his eyes.

You must relax, Padawan. Release your tension. Feel, Obi-Wan, don't think.

The wind was beating against his body, exhilarating him. The forest air was crisp and he could smell the rising mists mingling with the familiar musk from the body behind him. Obi-Wan could hear the hum of the speeder, mixing with the soft breaths of his master and the occasional noise of a nocturnal creature hunting its prey.

Breathe with me, Padawan.

Matching his breath to the steady rise and fall of the chest behind him, Obi-Wan felt his focus sharpen, captured within the rhythm of Qui-Gon's body. As he sank himself ever further into the bond he shared with Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan could feel the passion pulsating from his master. It crashed around him, coloring his senses. His awareness deepened further and behind his eyelids Obi-Wan could see himself, see his master as they moved through the k'va. In his mind's eye, Qui-Gon's body was engulfing him.

Yes, Obi-Wan. You see. Now, show me what you feel. Obi-Wan leaned his head back against Qui-Gon's shoulder, their bodies trapping heat between them. He could feel Qui-Gon's eyes on his body, as real as any caress. That heat, that passion, he felt in Qui-Gon were focused on him.

I feel the wind. I feel the moisture in the air. I feel the speeder humming beneath us. I... I feel...

Suddenly, a rough whisper in his ear, "Tell me what you feel, Obi-Wan."

"Oh, Force! Qui-Gon, I feel you." Obi-Wan's mind was filled with the trees, the wind, the love surrounding him. He slowly moved his hands to the handlebars, taking control of the speeder from his master. Qui-Gon wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan's waist and they leaned into the wind.

Together the Jedi moved through the forest, speeding through the darkness and heading toward the morning.

The end