Obi-Wan sat in the study. For months, he tried to think of how
to tell his Master how he felt. Speeches and scenarios ran
through his mind. It was becoming an exercise in frustration.
Whenever he's near me, all I can think of is us together.
The nights are worse. And the Code forbids...
"Obi-Wan?"
He looked up, distracted. Qui-Gon stood in front of him at his
study desk. The deep blue eyes were laced with concern.
"Are you all right? I've been standing here about a minute."
The young Jedi cleared his throat. "I'm just a little
distracted, no problem. All this studying about the states of
consciousness has me unconscious, I guess."
"Hmm. Well, if you're up to it, I thought we could have a
training session together. It's been awhile, you know."
Working out together, that's all I need. "Sounds good.
Can we do it in about an hour?"
Qui-Gon nodded slightly. "As you wish, padawan. It's been a
long time. Indeed, I am looking forward to it" the eyes
sparkled.
Why's he looking at me like that! I must be imagining
things. "Until then, Master" he bowed.
The tall form left to prepare himself. Obi-Wan breathed a sigh
of relief.
I hope this isn't a mistake, considering my frame of
mind.
The gym was relatively quiet that day. Most of the padawans
were engaged in their study times, and the council was in
conclave. A few knights were about, revisiting their early
training practices.
Qui-Gon approached the floor mat first, wearing a wrap shirt
and baggy pants. He bowed.
Obi-Wan, similarly attired, bowed as well.
"Are you ready?" the deep voice was a challenge.
Slight pause. "Yes."
Qui-Gon lunged, reaching for a grapple hold. Obi-Wan flipped
underneath, using leverage to pin the larger man on his side.
Qui-Gon spun out, hooking a leg between Obi-Wans', reversing
the fall. They tumbled over, face to face.
The long mane was coming loose from the horsetail, framing the
handsome face.
"Concentration, padawan."
Obi-Wan stared at the opening in his shirt, wondering at the
flexing chest damped with exertion.
Damn, I've got to stop thinking like this!
Qui-Gon smiled slowly. He pulled his padawan up.
"I can see your mind isn't into the exercise, Obi-Wan. What is
the source of your distraction?"
Obi-Wan caught himself staring at the muscled chest again.
What would he taste like? He raised his eyes quickly.
"I...just tired, I guess. No biggie."
Qui-Gon held him a moment, seemingly longer than necessary.
Without thinking, Obi-Wan slid his arms around the firm waist.
Staring, his mind blanked out a moment. Green eyes blazing
with barely held intensity.
Met with dark blue pools. Qui-Gon withdrew slowly, mindful
that they weren't alone in the gym.
"Padawan" his voice dropped low, "your shields are in
abominable condition. You must meditate. We will speak of this
matter later." he turned abruptly and left.
Obi-Wan stood, staring at his hands. I couldn't
stop...myself. I wanted to kiss him...
Sighing, he slung a towel over his shoulder and headed out.
"Force, I've blown it" he muttered to himself.
Later that evening, he again wondered how to broach the
subject.
Words. he thought to himself. What words should I
use?
His eyes widened at a sudden thought. Maybe I should write
him a letter, at least I'd be spared any embarrassment if he
doesn't feel the same way. He could just trash it.
Smiling to himself, he went into the study...
Qui-Gon and Mace Windu were observing knight training
exercises.
"So, Qui-Gon. How fares your padawan with his current
studies?"
"Distracted, I'm afraid. We were in a training session this
afternoon, but his mind wasn't on it."
The dark eyes were keen. "Oh? Is he not well?"
Qui-Gon sighed. "No, his health is fine. I sense he has an
unresolved personal issue. I wish he'd confide in me."
Mace pulled on his chin. "I see. You have no idea what it's
about?"
"No, none whatsoever. And it is a growing concern."
Windu clapped a hand on his shoulder. "What say I have a talk
with him. I know I'm not his favorite person, but at least I'd
be impartial."
Qui-Gon smiled softly. "Are you saying I couldn't be objective
about a personal problem in regards to Obi-Wan?"
Mace looked away. "Qui-Gon...I see things. And perhaps Obi-Wan
is not the only one with an unresolved dilemma."
"Enough riddles, Mace" the nightblue eyes were stormy. "Say
what you mean!"
Dark eyes grew hard. "Do you think me a fool? I see how you
look at the boy, when your guard is down. And were it not for
the Code, well do I know what would occur!"
Qui-Gon snorted. "Do you, now? For the umpteenth time, Mace,
Obi-Wan is my padawan and only my padawan. Are you being
dense on purpose?"
Windu edged away from the training floor. "I see what I see,
Qui-Gon. Beware. There is no gray area here. Take advantage of
this situation, and the consequences..."
"This conversation is over, Mace!" Qui-Gon nearly shouted.
"I'll not defend myself from your perceptions. Think
what you will."
Turning on his heel, he stalked off. Windu folded his arms in
smug satisfaction.
Hit a nerve, old friend? Deny as you will, I know you want
him.
He resumed his observation of training exercises.
Obi-Wan had been writing with passion at warp speed.
I'd better finish this, before I lose my nerve.
"Obi-Wan?"
"Oh!" he nearly dropped his stylus, startled. He stood and
bowed, standing in front of the desk.
"Good evening, Master. I didn't hear you come in."
Qui-Gon smiled faintly. "You seemed quite engaged, so I didn't
want to disturb you."
Obi-Wan decided to change the subject. "Master, I've drawn a
bath. No doubt after your busy day you could use one" he
indicated the bathroom.
Qui-Gon knew he was being gulled. "That bad, eh, padawan?" he
joked. The young Jedi blushed, grinned.
"No, I didn't mean it like that. Only-"
Qui-Gon waved him off. "It's an excellent suggestion. I do
feel a bit grimy. Ah, well." he crossed the room, headed for
the bath.
Obi-Wan snatched the letter from the desk, pocketing it.
That was close.
Then he remembered his duties. Like any good padawan, he went
to attend his Master at his bath.
Qui-Gon was already undressed, the bulky robes and
undergarments in a puddle on the tiled floor. He was just
climbing into the tub.
Obi-Wan froze at the entranceway, staring.
Stop it you fool, you've seen him naked before.
Qui-Gon turned in his direction.
"Ever the dutiful one, Obi-Wan" he was faintly amused.
The young man swallowed. "Master, you cannot reach your back,
and your hair is tangling again."
Qui-Gon swept a hand at the horsetail braid, coming aloose.
"It would seem so. If you could?"
Without thought, Obi-Wan sidled alongside the tub, rolling up
his pant legs , dangling his feet in the water. He reached out,
undoing the messy braid, combing the snarls out. The wet mass
clung to Qui-Gon's back, trailing in the water.
I want to touch it. he ran his fingers through the hair
unecessarily. Gathering soap on a cloth, he washed over the
broad back, rippling with planing muscles.
He found himself staring again. Qui-Gon seemed to enjoy the
attention, eyes closed, head leaned back.
Obi-Wan's breathing became more rapid. Massaging became
stroking, scrubbing became caressing.
He is strong, his skin so soft. I would kiss him all
over...
Impulsively, he leaned forward, inhaling the scent of clean
hair. Unknowingly, Qui-Gon leaned back further, causing
Obi-Wan's face to brush against the back of his head. Somewhat
surprised, he turned around.
"Padawan-"
They stared at each other, lips nearly touching. Obi-Wans'
eyes drifted downward slowly, then back up through long red
lashes. He couldn't breathe.
Qui-Gons' face was set in stone. //Control! Not like this, he
is too beautiful.//
Obi-Wan continued to gaze searchingly for some clue as to his
Masters' feelings. /This is a mistake. I've got to get out of
here./
He backed away abruptly, feet splashing in the tub. "Forgive
me, Master. I will intrude on you no further" he stood up.
Jet blue eyes flashed. Qui-Gon stood out of the tub, climbing
out quickly.
"Wait! Be still, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan stopped, not turning around deliberately. "If you will
excuse me Master. I have overstepped..."
Qui-Gon came up behind him, turning him gently. "You've done
nothing wrong. I...sensed your distraction earlier today. And I
knew the reason. It is the same reason that I have been fearful
of revealing anything to you."
Bright green eyes blazed with uncertainty. "What...do you
mean? That you couldn't talk to me, because you're afraid of
hurting my feelings?"
Qui-Gon held his face. His expression was pained. "Obi-Wan-"
He snatched away, eyes growing wet. "That's it, isn't it?
Don't worry about me, Master. I'll spare you any further
embarrassment!"
Not trusting his voice any further, he stormed out. Quickly
wrapping a towel about himself, Qui-Gon went after him.
"Padawan! Stop" he caught him in the living room.
Obi-Wans' voice shook. "Let-let go of me! I don't want or need
pity. I wanted...I tried not to-" tears began to stream down
his face.
"Stop, stop, I beg you" Qui-Gons' voice cracked. Cupping
Obi-Wans' face, Qui-Gon smothered kisses over his eyes, cheeks,
and lips. The younger Jedi trembled, speechless.
Eyes shining, Qui-Gon crushed him close. "Forgive me" husky
whisper.
It took a moment for Obi-Wan to regain his breath. "I-I wanted
you to have this" he reached inside his pocket. Hand trembling
slightly, he handed it to Qui-Gon.
Gently he took it. "Is this what you were writing earlier?"
Breathing rapidly, Obi-Wan nodded. "I've wanted to tell
you...how I feel for so long. But I wasn't sure how to approach
you. So I wrote a letter. If you don't wish to know, or if it
makes you uncomfortable..." he broke off.
Qui-Gon thought a moment. He looked into his padawans' eyes.
"No letter, Obi" his eyes burned with intensity. "Tell me.
There is nothing you could do or say that would make me
feel...just tell me."
Obi-Wan stared, eyes narrowed. What's he trying to
say?! His heart thumped with hope.
He stood very still. "Not a day goes by that I don't wish we
were together. For so long, I've tried to hold in the way I
felt. I...I nearly came to you several nights because..."
"Because" Qui-Gons' eyes were on fire, edging closer. He
reached for the fine hands.
The handsome face flushed, green eyes brilliant over sensuous
lips. "Because I love you. You're everything to me. But I know
that the Code forbids-"
A long finger lay on his lips. "Sshh. Say nothing of the Code,
Obi. Should you bare your heart alone? I too have a confession
to make."
Emerald eyes widened in amazement. "You have...?? What!"
Qui-Gon took his hand, guiding him to the bedroom.
Breathless, Obi-Wan followed, gawking at the beautiful big
body, flexing in muscled perfection.
Ghods, I want him so bad.
Qui-Gon sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded in his lap.
His voice was low, hot. "Should I tell you, padawan?"
he looked deep into Obi-Wans' eyes.
"Tell me" Obi-Wan repeated, smiling slowly.
"I shouldn't tell you anything" the long mane tumbled towards
the mattress. Obi-Wan was fixed on the heaving chest, thick
nipples peaking out.
Qui-Gons' regal features were planed in shadow. "In truth, I
should be quiet. I should continue to lie, pretend I think of
you only as padawan. I should hide my love for you. I should
send you away now, at risk of defying the Code..."
The young Jedi touched his face. "You would-"
Jetblue eyes fired on him. "Can I hide loving, wanting you so
much that I can't think straight, my Obi?" he reached out.
Obi-Wan panted, moving forward. His eyes were luminous.
"Master..." he breathed.
"Qui-Gon" was the answer, as he was drawn down onto the bed.
Words failed now. The young Jedi slid along the long body,
savoring the touch and feel.
"Thought...this would never happen" he gasped. "Like a
dream..."
"Reality, my love" Qui-Gon whispered. "You aren't the only one
who has suffered through long and cold nights. And you are so
beautiful. It took all of my control not to drag you to the
floor earlier."
Heavy breathing. "But I thought you didn't want me...you were
so cool about it, and..."
A quelling kiss. //I am Master, my Obi. My training is such
that my motives can appear hidden. But my heart cries out for
you. I can bear the lies no longer.//
"Hold me."
Qui-Gon grabbed him in a breathless embrace. Obi-Wan melted,
eyes closed.
"Oh yes, that's so good. You feel wonderful."
"Shall I feel even better?" Qui-Gon rasped in his ear,
stroking the tip of his tongue along the fine jaw.
Obi-Wan was beginning to sweat. "Qui-Gon, let me..."
"No" his lips were squashed in a fierce kiss. Qui-Gon rolled
him over, sidling back.
Broad hands slid under the young Jedi's tunic shirt, slipping
it off over the shoulders. Massaging, gentle hands roamed
forward onto rounded pecs sporting plump nipples. He thumbed
the thick navel, watching it poke up over the clenching
stomach.
"Master, please, let me touch you" Obi-Wan gasped, head
rolling back on the mattress. "I want-"
The regal features regarded him, hot with lust. "All in good
time" his voice was throaty, thick. "But for now, I wish to
sample your delights" the long mane tumbled forward, tickling
the bronzed chest and stomach. Obi-Wan groaned. Strong hands
pulled off his pants.
Qui-Gon squeezed the muscled thighs, planting soft kisses
along the groin. Nipping teeth edged on lush balls, making them
tighten. Obi-Wan began to squirm, clutching his lover's head. A
thick shaft bounced up, strained and needy.
"Please! I want it...now!" Obi-Wan threw his legs up and wide,
pulling the broad shoulders forward.
It was Qui-Gons' turn to sweat. Slick chest heaving with
desire, he clutched the plump buttocks underneath, fondling
them then pulling them wide open. The puckered entrance
twitched and flexed. Leaning down, he plunged his tongue
inside, wiggling it around. Obi-Wan bounced off the mattress,
shouting his pleasure.
"Ghods, yes, more, more!" sculpted hands scrabbled
mindlessly at the broad back, tangling in the long hair.
Pulling out, Qui-Gon then slapped at the thick shaft, watching
it bob from side to side. He plunged a hot mouth on the velvety
head, pulling it up even further.
Obi-Wan grimaced in ecstacy, arching off the bed. "Gaghkkk!
I'm gonna come..."
Panting himself, Qui-Gon plunged three fingers inside Obi-Wan
suddenly. The motion tore them both over the edge. A thick
flood filled Qui-Gon's mouth, overflowing back down the shaft.
He broke seconds later, sliding and pressing against his
padawan, firing a heavy stream across the bronzed thighs,
splattering them.
They lay slickened, gasping for a few moments, clutching each
other.
Obi-Wan spoke first, eyes glowing with passion. "I love you"
he breathed roughly, holding his beloveds' face.
The fine features were flushed. "And I love you as well, my
Obi. With all my heart and soul."
Soft nuzzle. "Why didn't you...I wanted you inside me."
Qui-Gon pecked kisses on the handsome face.
"Couldn't...control myself long enough to do it, Obi. I wanted
you so much it hurt."
"I thought Masters were supposed to have great control" the
young Jedi teased, running his hands down the thick thighs.
Qui-Gon shivered at the touch, eyes closed.
"Guhh. Other masters don't have such sexy padawans."
Obi-Wans' hands moved up, massaging a thick shaft. "Well, I
have a sexy Master who is hot as hell" he rasped. "Where in
Sith did you get that body?"
Jetblue eyes snapped open, dark with desire. "Haaagh. Might
ask you...the same. Please, Obi-Wan, more. That feels...so
good." he rolled over on his back.
Obi-Wan slid low, pulling and pumping the heavy cock. Turning
his head aside, he sucked hard on the heavy sacs underneath
with a loud smacking sound.
Thick thighs bounced off the sides of his face. Wide hands
gathered his face in closer. "Aaaah, Obi..." he moaned,
twisting in delight.
With a free hand, Obi-Wan stroked himself over the mattress.
He was beginning to leak, his hard on even sweeter the second
time around. His nipples poked out, aching against the
bedsheets.
/Want you...inside me!/
//Yesssss.// hand tugged on his braid. "Now, Obi-Wan!"
Obi-Wan climbed up, straddling Qui-Gon's damp groin, wide
open. Big hands gripped the lush behind, guiding him down.
Obi-Wan cried out.
"Aaak! Hurts...so good" high cheekbones flushed, green eyes
wild with lust. He settled down, squashing his balls against a
tickling nest of hair.
Qui-Gon pumped him. "Come on! Move! Yesss!!" thick thighs
pushed up, straining and lifting them both off the mattress.
They bounced and bumped in abandon.
Qui-Gon slapped the round backside as he pumped. Obi-Wan rode
and rocked, howling, head thrown back. His padawan braid spun
in the air.
They heaved. Qui-Gon let out a loud groan, teeth clenched.
Lurching a final time he bucked up, flooding Obi-Wan hotly,
spilling back down on himself.
"AAAAhhhhh!"
Thighs jerking, Obi-Wan fired out, creaming Qui-Gon's chest
and stomach in a stream. He collapsed forward into waiting
arms.
"Oh, Obi" Qui-Gon rasped, sweating with heat. "I love you
beyond all reason."
The young man trembled a little. He cuddled along the strong
neck. "Never thought it could be like this" he whispered.
"Wanted this for so long. But, the Code..."
"Damn the Code" Qui-Gon hissed in dismissal. "I'll not go back
to being Master and Padawan. I can't."
Tight hug. "What are we going to do?"
Deep blue eyes regarding him, glowing with love. "Care for
each other" he stroked a smooth cheek. "No one can dictate our
hearts."
Soft smile. "Are you always so defiant, Master? The Council
will not be pleased with us."
"I...care not, my love. What they need not know, they
will not know."
Obi-Wan leaned up a little, stroking the short beard. "Could
we make it work that way? Really?"
Qui-Gon snatched him into a hard kiss. //Yes. Between us, we
can accomplish anything. Never doubt that.//
"Mmmmnn." /My letter. You never read it./
They pulled out of the kiss. Sticky lips. "I don't need to
read it" the deep eyes were lidded.
Obi-Wan sighed in contentment. Green eyes shone through long
red lashes.
"Why not?"
Qui-Gon gave a brilliant smile. "What you had to say...you
said very well!"
Obi-Wan laughed. "Oh! I never thought of it that way!"
Qui Gon gripped him close, roaming his eyes over the
voluptuous body. "I'm not done with you yet, either. In fact, I
think you need to say more!"
With that, he grabbed his newfound lover, pulling him under
the sheets.
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