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Category: PWP

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Q/O

Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.

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Notes: Thanks to my wonderful master, the great and powerful Emila-Wan Kenobi for her quick beta, though all mistakes are still mine.

"How long do you think we'll be stuck up here?" Obi-Wan asked loudly. He was doing his best to be heard above the growling and snarling coming from the pack of wild canine-like beasts circling the tree below. The tree he and Qui-Gon had scrambled up to escape the hungry animals.

They were about halfway up the very tall tree, having found a large branch where both of them could sit comfortably. Qui-Gon was leaning against the tree, his legs dangling on either side, and Obi-Wan sat facing his Master.

"At least until morning," Qui-Gon answered. "If I remember my facts correctly, bronaughts are strictly nocturnal, and once the sun begins to rise, they should lose interest in us and seek out their dens for the day."

"So, you don't think anyone will come looking for us before then?"

"I doubt it that anyone even knows we are gone. As far as our hosts are concerned, we retired to our rooms for the evening."

"That's what I was afraid of," Obi-Wan sighed.

"Oh, come now, Padawan," Qui-Gon grinned. "We've spent the night in far worse surroundings than these. This tree is huge, and quite comfortable, the night is warm, the stars are beautiful to watch, and we are being serenaded by some of nature's finest musicians."

There was just enough light from the planet's huge moon for Qui-Gon to see Obi-Wan roll his eyes. Chuckling loudly, he patted the space in front of him. "Come here, Obi-Wan. Turn around and rest against me. You'll be more comfortable, I promise."

Grumbling under his breath, Obi-Wan twisted around and scooted back until he felt Qui-Gon's body behind him. He wiggled and twisted, trying to get comfortable, while Qui-Gon waited patiently behind him. All at once he stopped his movements and turned his head to look at his Master, a grin splitting his face.

"You've got to be kidding," he laughed at Qui-Gon's somewhat pained expression.

"What?" Qui-Gon asked, trying to feign innocence.

Obi-Wan reached behind him and grabbed Qui-Gon's erection, eliciting a muffled groan from his Master. "What's this for?" He gave it an experimental squeeze, laughing at Qui-Gon's gasp, and then pulled his hand away.

"What is it usually for, oh Padawan of mine?" Qui-Gon asked. His voice was soft and deep yet held a teasing tenor. "Or should I ask, 'who' is it 'always' for?" He wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan's chest, pulling the younger man's body hard against his own.

Obi-Wan wiggled his hips against Qui-Gon, purposefully exaggerating his movements. "Only my depraved Master would think of debauching his innocent Padawan while stuck up in a tree," he said, grinning back at Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon slipped one hand inside of Obi-Wan's tunics, easily finding the warm, silky flesh of Obi-Wan's stomach. He slid his hand up, his thumb unerringly finding a nipple that quickly pebbled beneath his touch. "Wasn't it you, who just the other day, was complaining about the lack of excitement in our love life?"

Obi-Wan leaned his head back, his eyes boring into those of his Master, the smile all but gone from his face. "Not complaining, Qui-Gon," he whispered against Qui-Gon's lips. "Never about making love with you."

Qui-Gon could have no more ignored the lips that slid against his own than he could have stopped his heart from racing against his chest. It was always this way with Obi-Wan. No matter the circumstances, whether they were in bed making slow sweet love, or in a garden, one of them shoved against a wall with the other pounding into him, it was always the same for Qui-Gon. Just being near Obi-Wan aroused him as no other lover ever had. During the times when their roles were strictly that of Master and Padawan, Qui-Gon was able to put his desire for his young lover aside. But the moment they slipped out of the heavy mantle they wore as Jedi, he gave into his baser emotions. It was what Obi-Wan wanted. It was what they both wanted.

Their kiss was searing, despite their awkward positions, as they hungrily fed from one another's lips. Qui-Gon continued to rub one hand over Obi-Wan's chest and stomach and used the other to hold Obi-Wan's face still, so that he could deepen the kiss as much as possible. When Qui-Gon finally broke their kiss, both men were gasping for air.

"I want you," Qui-Gon growled.

"We're in a tree," Obi-Wan said breathlessly.

Reaching down, Qui-Gon began undoing the fastenings of Obi-Wan's leggings. "Very observant, my Padawan," he said, his lips sliding hotly against Obi-Wan's neck.

Obi-Wan shivered and craned his neck to give his Master better access. "And there are hungry animals below us," he murmured, lifting his hips to help Qui-Gon.

"We probably shouldn't fall, then." He managed to push Obi-Wan's leggings down to mid thigh. "So hold on." He began fumbling at Obi-Wan's utility belt with one hand, and the fastenings to his own leggings with the other.

"I've got it," Obi-Wan said, pushing Qui-Gon's hand away from his belt. "Just don't let me fall." A moment later, he found the small vial of oil Qui-Gon had been looking for. "Here," he said, passing it to Qui-Gon. "And in case you are interested, the tree bark is a bit rough on my bare bottom."

Qui-Gon groaned as he released his aching shaft, and using one hand, he quickly opened the amber vial and allowed the thick liquid to slide down his palm. Biting his lip, he reached down and hurriedly slathered his shaft with the oil. "Lean forward," he said roughly, one arm tight around Obi-Wan's waist. He slid his other hand under his lover's rear end and quickly found what he was looking for.

"Yessss!" Obi-Wan hissed as Qui-Gon pushed one oil slicked finger into him.

Working quickly, but still making sure Obi-Wan was as prepared as possible, Qui-Gon added a second finger. He worked his fingers in and out of Obi-Wan's body, spreading the thick oil and stretching the tight opening. "Lean forward some more," he growled. "Put your weight on my legs." He held his erection steady as he pulled Obi-Wan down. "Yes, there, I've got you. Put your legs on either side of mine. Yes. Like that."

Both men groaned loudly as Obi-Wan slid down Qui-Gon's thick cock. "Force, Obi-Wan, I can never get enough of you!" Qui-Gon moaned, as he put his hands around Obi-Wan's waist. "So hot! So tight!"

Using Qui-Gon's thighs as leverage, Obi-Wan first lifted himself up and then slid back down. "Oh, yesssss!" he hissed again. He repeated the movement, allowing himself to fall a bit harder this time, and heard Qui-Gon grunt behind him. "Like that, do you?" he asked, pushing himself up again. The hands on his waist tightened, the only warning he had before Qui-Gon shoved him back down again.

Qui-Gon pushed his knees up, forcing Obi-Wan to lean further back against him. "Move," he snarled, urging Obi-Wan up again.

Obi-Wan needed no further encouragement. He lifted himself up and allowed Qui-Gon to shove him back down. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Both men were grunting noisily with each thrust.

"So good," Qui-Gon groaned. "Force, this is so good." Shifting slightly, he was able to hold Obi-Wan's waist with one hand, and slid the other down to grasp the younger man's cock. At the same time, he latched on to Obi-Wan's neck with his mouth and began to suck and lick at the tender flesh.

Obi-Wan gasped and jerked his hips, momentarily loosing his rhythm, but Qui-Gon was there to help him find it again. "Qui-Gon!" he whimpered softly. "Oh! Force! Yes!"

They rocked together, Obi-Wan holding on to Qui-Gon's thighs, Qui-Gon holding on to Obi-Wan's waist. Qui-Gon buried deep inside of Obi-Wan, his hand moving quickly up and down Obi-Wan's shaft. Everything else faded away around them, and even the beasts down below ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, loving each other, making love to one another, hearts and souls entwined as arms and legs entwined.

Qui-Gon was close, so close, and it was so good. He wanted it to last forever, but knew it was almost over. He loved this. Loved Obi-Wan. Loved being buried deep inside of the man he'd long ago given his heart to. It didn't matter the place, the time or the circumstance. All that mattered was being in love and being loved by Obi-Wan. This was life.

It was too much. It was enough. With a muffled moan, he came, holding Obi-Wan's body tightly to him. He felt Obi-Wan stiffen in his arms, heard the sound Obi-Wan always made just before he orgasmed, and then felt Obi-Wan's hot seed pulsing over his fist.

A short time later, when they could move again, they cleaned themselves as best they could and got comfortable for the night.

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