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Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan

Category: PWP

Rating: NC-17

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Padawan, this is for you, your Master's first attempt at Sub!Qui.

"They can't possibly be serious!" Qui-Gon looked at himself in the mirror, horror written all over his face.

"I know, mine's ridiculous too, but we promised them, remember?" Obi- Wan answered from out in the common room of the quarters they had been assigned on this moon on the Outer Rim.

Qui-Gon sighed and adjusted the headgear he had been given. He had no doubt that Obi-Wan's costume wasn't any better than his, but what garment would ever look bad on Obi-Wan Kenobi? His slender, graceful Padawan lover looked amazing, no matter what he wore. In fact, the most wonderful image of his Padawan, the one that would be forever imprinted on his brain, had found the young man clad in a happy grin and a bed sheet tangled in his legs, the rest of him all creamy skin and satiated beauty incarnate.

He sighed. How long had it been? Sometimes it seemed forever. They'd been incredibly busy, rushing from mission to mission, always negotiating and fighting and arguing and being so busy being Jedi that they hardly had time to be people, not to mention lovers.

But this mission... Qui-Gon smiled and looked at himself in the mirror.

They had been sent here to mediate a trade dispute, but had arrived during the planet's celebration of Solstice, and since the talks were interrupted for the Solstice, the Jedi had been asked to participate in an ancient ritual that involved handing presents to children. He was to impersonate a mythical figure called "Father Solstice" and his Padawan was supposed to be a magical creature assisting this Father Solstice.

He looked into the mirror once more. He realised it was supposed to be an honour, but… He shuddered and went out to meet his Padawan.

Obi-Wan stared at himself. Of all the ridiculous... Well, he didn't want to go there. But still, these green leggings didn't even reach his calves, the red of the red and white striped shirt clashed horribly with his hair, and he was convinced that nobody in his right mind had ever worn or would ever wear shoes like that.

"These people are crazy...," he murmured to himself and adjusted the green cap on his head. The little bell attached to his cap gave a little `ding' when he turned to look at Qui-Gon, who had just emerged from the bedroom. Obi-Wan's jaw dropped.

Qui-Gon wore knee-high black boots, skin-tight red velvet leggings, a tunic of the same material and similarly clingy, the white fur trimmings only adding to and enhancing the overall clinginess of the material, the way it accentuated every single one of Qui-Gon's well- defined muscles, and the red cap on his head was just askew enough to contrast perfectly with his nose. The broad black belt around strong hips left no doubt about the power and grace contained by it.

Obi-Wan swallowed and licked his lips. He had seen the drawings of Father Solstice, and he was quite sure that the embodiment of children's joy of Solstice wasn't supposed to look this… well, fuckable.

Qui-Gon stared at Obi-Wan just as he stared at his Master.

Their eyes met and a spark of hunger passed between them, a hunger they hadn't been able to satiate for a very long time.

"Padawan...," Qui-Gon breathed.

"Wow," was all Obi-Wan could say in reply.

Qui-Gon frowned. "You think this is sexy?"

Obi-Wan nodded. "Oh yeah!"

Qui-Gon shook his head. "Sometimes, Obi-Wan, you scare me."

But he smiled; a warm, fuzzy smile that went directly into Obi-Wan's heart and turned it to water.

Visibly reining in the impulse to carry Obi-Wan off to their bedchamber and strip off these way too revealing green leggings, Qui- Gon sighed and picked up the sack of gifts he was supposed to distribute.

Obi-Wan made a resigned noise and preceded him out of the door, giving Qui-Gon an excellent view of his lush too-tightly clad ass.

Qui-Gon rubbed the bridge of his nose. This was going to be a very long night.

It turned out to be an exceptionally long night.

Normally, Qui-Gon loved children, but tonight was not normally. Not when his Padawan wore pants that clung to him like a second skin and spent half the night bending down to pick up gifts for the children. Not when every time Obi-Wan moved, the bell attached to his cap gave the most adorable little `ding'.

More than once, he had to take a deep breath and ground himself in the Force lest the children who were sitting in his lap got a free lesson in human reproductive biology in addition to their gifts.

Great, he sighed to himself. Instead of Merry Father Solstice, these children got Horny Father Solstice, and the way it looked, Father Solstice's Helper wasn't much better off, judging by the lingering glances and the litanies on serenity Qui-Gon heard echoing in his head.

Qui-Gon sighed and released another stirring of arousal into the Force as Obi-Wan's thigh brushed his when he lifted up the next child into Qui-Gon's lap.

Finally it was over.

Three hours of squealing children and tantalisingly clad Padawan had eaten away most of Qui-Gon's serenity, and the rest quickly disappeared as well the moment Obi-Wan closed the door to the room behind the last families and locked it.

Qui-Gon swallowed as he watched his lover stalk towards him in the half-light of the room.

There were toys everywhere on the floor, the walls were decorated with drawn stuffed wookiees and cute little beings with wings, but Qui-Gon only had eyes for Obi-Wan, the sway of his hips, the swishing of his braid over clingy red-and white material and strong thighs in green skin-tight fabric.

His lover's every step was accompanied by the little bell on his cap, going `ding', `ding', in time with the swaying of Obi-Wan's hips.

And then he was upon him, body pressed to his, hungry lips claiming his with almost bruising strength and need flashing over their bond, a need that stirred and matched his own. The arousal he had all but forced down the entire evening sprang to rampant life together with his penis, standing to attention at the mere touch of Obi-Wan's lips and tongue to his.

Obi-Wan broke the kiss and drew back to look into Qui-Gon's eyes. "Is it my turn now to sit in Father Solstice's lap?"

Qui-Gon was too enthralled by the husky blue-green eyes staring into his to reassemble the brain cells that had melted and wandered into his groin at the touch of Obi-Wan's body to his, so he just nodded.

So Obi-Wan did.

Obi-Wan smiled and licked his lips. Now where to start with the sensual feast before his eyes? Red-kissed mouth? Nipples outlined beautifully under red velvet? Belt... Yes, the belt had to go, definitely.

He straddled his lover's thighs and fastened his lips to Qui-Gon's neck, right above the white furry trimming of the tunic.

Oh, he liked that. Taste of Jinn on his tongue, Qui-Gon's appreciative moans and gasps in his ear, white fur tickling his chin and red velvet-covered torso under his fingers. He unfastened and discarded the black belt, knowing it would only be in the way later, not once taking his lips from Qui-Gon's neck.

He sucked gently, then bit down a little harder and noticed with satisfaction the ever-increasing tightness of his lover's skin-tight velvet pants.

Qui-Gon's own hands were busy as well, roaming over Obi-Wan's back, cupping his backside, sliding up his spine until they settled in his hair and he was pulled into a demanding kiss. One of the busy hands travelled south to his backside again and crushed their bodies together, so their groins touched, only separated by thin, clingy material.

Obi-Wan hissed with pleasure and let his own hands roam over Qui- Gon's chest and abdomen, circling his nipples and caressing his abdominal muscles through the red velvet.

Oh, how good was that, soft, warm, clingy velvet against the body he loved so much. Obi-Wan felt that if any philosopher ever searched for the greatest joy in life, Obi-Wan could easily point to a velvet- covered Qui-Gon Jinn as a source of enlightenment.

But all thoughts of philosophers, any thoughts at all fled when Qui- Gon's mouth fastened on his earlobe and began to nibble and suck. Obi-Wan moaned appreciatively and followed his Master into the land of incoherence with great eagerness.

His world had been reduced to two hot points of contact. The mouth on his ear, and the erection pressed against his. His vocabulary had been reduced to `more'.

When Qui-Gon released his earlobe and started to kiss his way down Obi-Wan's neck, gently rocking their hips together, Obi-Wan moaned.

Warm mouth on his neck, warm velvet under his fingers, but it wasn't enough, he needed more. He needed heat. He needed… "Inside you. Want to be inside you," he whispered into his lover's ear, finding speech to voice his need from some unknown place where his brain was still solid and not hot, heavy jelly seeping through his limbs.

Qui-Gon drew back and claimed his mouth in a kiss, excitement travelling their bond. /Yes. /

Obi-Wan drew back and licked his lips once more, an unconscious gesture that made Qui-Gon shudder. Slowly, Obi-Wan pulled off his own clothes with little ceremony.

Then he slowly undid the fastening of the velvet pants, briefly regretting that he couldn't fuck Qui-Gon through the pants as Qui-Gon lifted his hips so that Obi-Wan could take them off, but letting go of his regret when his lover's glorious erection was revealed to his greedy gaze.

Qui-Gon reached for the fastening of the tunic, but Obi-Wan swatted his hands away. "The tunic stays on," he growled.

Qui-Gon smiled. "And the boots?"

"The boots too." Another growl, daring contradiction.

Qui-Gon didn't contradict, but he chuckled, a sound that was swallowed by a surprised gasp as Obi-Wan descended on Qui-Gon's throbbing cock.

He felt the restraint it took Qui-Gon not to thrust into his mouth as he applied firm pressure to the sensitive underside of Qui-Gon's cock with his tongue before lapping at the head.

He ignored Qui-Gon's moan of frustration when his mouth left Qui- Gon's cock and his hands settled on Qui-Gon's hips to lift them up until the entrance to his lover's body was exposed to Obi-Wan's hungry eyes.

His eyes locking on Qui-Gon's, he moved one finger to his Master's lips, who began to suck at it eagerly.

Obi-Wan removed the finger again and trailed it over Qui-Gon's opening before slowly, ever so slowly, insinuating it inside Qui- Gon's body.

He held his lover's eyes while his finger continued the journey into Qui-Gon's tight heat. His finger continued its exploration of Qui- Gon's body, stretching, massaging until Qui-Gon was writhing in his seat, sweat making the red velvet cling even more tightly, the red cap on his head hanging on by sheer force of will.

Obi-Wan smiled and added a second finger. He let his fingers travel deeper until he found Qui-Gon's sweet spot. Qui-Gon cursed. Obi-Wan's smile broadened. Qui-Gon cursed some more. And he begged. "For Force's sake, Obi-Wan, enough! Fuck me already! Please!"

Obi-Wan didn't need any further invitation. Slicking his weeping erection with saliva, he grabbed Qui-Gon's hips with bruising strength and with one long thrust buried himself to the hilt in Qui-Gon's body.

Qui-Gon moaned, the bell of Obi-Wan's cap dinged, he himself must have uttered some sound too, but he was in no position to tell. His entire existence was reduced to heat. Velvet-covered heat under his fingers, tight, soft heat surrounding his cock, pure carnal heat radiating from Qui-Gon's eyes, still fixed on him, heat surrounding him as strong, booted legs wound around his hips, holding him close.

He began to move, very slowly, carefully. It was like this every time, so tight, so hot, so gorgeous, and all his, and every time he thought he'd shatter into a million indistinguishable pieces if he moved even the tiniest bit, but then he did move and it got even better and hotter and more intense and soon he was pounding into Qui- Gon, squeezing his lover's cock in time with the thrusts and with the dings of the bell on the cap he hadn't remembered to remove. Thrust. Heat. Squeeze. Ding.

Faster, sensations blurring into each other, and the only thing holding him together the blue orbs full of love and lust he kept staring into until they closed and the body connected with his own shuddered and the heat contracted around him.

He did shatter then, into a million indistinguishable pieces, and when he found at least some of his senses in the pile of shards that was his consciousness, he was being held and tenderly caressed by velvet-clad arms, against a velvet-clad chest.

Somehow he found his voice among the pieces of his being. "Wow."

A chuckle rumbled in the chest he was held against. "You can say that again, Padawan."

He didn't have the energy for speech, so he settled for thought. /No, I can't. I think I'll never speak again. After all, the dead don't have speech. /

Another chuckle, this time in his mind. /It seems, Padawan, that you have discovered a whole new cause of death. /

He found the energy to lift his head and look into the blue eyes that held his universe together. /Oh, really? /

/Definitely. I don't think anyone ever died from fucking Father Solstice before. /

Obi-Wan smiled and snuggled into the warm embrace.

/Too bad for them, because I honestly can't think of a better way to die. /

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