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A Gift of No Value
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The buffet table was spread with a mix of indigenous K'Tarri dishes and specialties from all corners of the Republic. Browsing the desserts, Qui-Gon spied flutes of Alderaan garberry mousse and smiled sadly.
His padawan's favorite. A padawan no longer, but a knight off to a brilliant start in his career. Qui-Gon had not been paired with Obi-Wan since his knighting but had heard reports of how he had already successfully concluded several missions.
A part of him couldn't believe his padawan had been a knight for almost a year now. A larger part of him felt that each day without Obi-Wan was an eternity. For the thousandth time, Qui-Gon was tempted to try to touch him through their bond. For the thousandth time he resisted. He knew he had to leave Obi-Wan alone and avoid distracting him if he were on-mission.
With their disparate schedules, he had only been able to connect with Obi-Wan on Coruscant a few times, and those had been hurried affairs... a dinner squeezed in between his council debriefing and Obi-Wan's departure... an early morning sparring session before Qui-Gon's mission to Ulaat.
There had been that once, just one cycle after Obi-Wan had been knighted, that their schedules had overlapped for an entire day. They had sparred, dined, and meditated together, for all the world as if Obi-Wan were still his padawan, except that at night Obi-Wan had returned to his newly appointed quarters.
Qui-Gon once again relived the few moments before Obi-Wan had left him that evening. Instead of a casual goodbye, Obi-Wan had pushed a wave of affection through the bond, touched his master's chest with one hand, and murmured quietly, "I've missed you so much."
The touch felt electrical and his entire body tingled from it. He looked down into those intense hazel eyes. They seemed to be trying to impart more than those simple words. Qui-Gon desperately wanted to ask Obi-Wan to stay or to just grab that hand and pull him into the bedroom.
But Obi-Wan was still new in the field and Qui-Gon knew that he had to let go of his padawan completely in order for him to truly come into his own.
So instead, Qui-Gon had simply squeezed Obi-Wan's shoulder quickly while radiating platonic affection through the bond. "I've missed you too, Padawan," he said in a friendly tone of voice.
Obi-Wan had paused, his eyes darting from his shoulder where Qui-Gon's hand had been, to Qui-Gon's face, to his own hand still resting on his master's chest. Those few moments had been torment for Qui-Gon. If Obi-Wan were to press him, he knew he wouldn't be able to turn him away.
"I hope our schedules overlap again soon," Obi-Wan said, sounding melancholy rather than hopeful. "Good night, Master," he added, drawing apart.
"Good night, Padawan," Qui-Gon had said softly as he let Obi-Wan slip away.
"Pleassse, Massster Jedi, tell me why you be sssad," the sibilant voice of R'Neth, the new K'Tarri ambassador, interrupted his thoughts. "We thought you be glad for usss joining your Republic," R'Neth chose to practice his Basic on Qui-Gon rather than rely on the newly-programmed protocol droid that was Qui-Gon's constant companion.
Despite living and negotiating with the K'Tarrans for the last quarter, Qui-Gon was still nonplussed by their ability to sense his emotions even through his shielding. On the other hand, he mused, even the Force-blind could probably tell that he had been moping.
"I am glad indeed at the success of our negotiations. I am sure there will be many mutually beneficial interchanges," Qui-Gon replied, still wishing he could honor the K'Tarrans by speaking their language, but his vocal chords could not produce the requisite sounds.
"Then you be sssad sssomething elssse?" R'Neth pursued.
"I was reminded of a friend I haven't seen in a long time. Someone I wish I could be with more often." Qui-Gon clipped his 's'es to compensate for the temptation he felt to slur them whenever he spoke to R'Neth.
"I underssstand and be sssorry," R'Neth said compassionately. "You will tell me?"
The K'Tarri had evolved as a very social race with strong interpersonal relationships. It was rare that any left their outer-rim home world and when they did it was never alone.
Their basically humanoid morphology was covered with inflexible black chitin that didn't allow the display of any emotion. Instead the K'Tarri had developed a remarkable talent for empathy that provided more-than-ample compensation.
Qui-Gon considered steering the conversation away from his personal life, but decided that would be a mistake. R'Neth, like other K'Tarrans, had been taken aback by his willingness to travel and live without another of his kind for so long. Perhaps it would be best to let the ambassador see how much he craved contact. Well, this contact in particular.
Qui-Gon selected a citrus ice and stepped away from the buffet, R'Neth and the protocol droid in tow. "His name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he's another Jedi... a knight. He was my student until almost a standard year ago. For the preceding decade, we were rarely apart."
R'Neth made a chittering noise that Qui-Gon had come to understand meant encouragement. "Dessscribe thisss one, pleassse?" he prodded.
Even the K'Tarri themselves would have had trouble distinguishing one of their race from another without their empathic abilities. So R'Neth wouldn't care that Obi-Wan's auburn hair could catch the light and frame his face with a russet halo, that his flawless skin was creamy pale or that he had an irresistible cleft in his chin.
Nor would R'Neth understand how expressive and open Obi-Wan's face was in private. The dominant tone of Obi-Wan's eyes indicated his mood, his left brow arched delicately whenever he was perplexed, and his wry one-sided grin announced when he was speaking in jest.
Instead, R'Neth would care about their emotional interplay. "With him, I feel complete," Qui-Gon explained. "He makes me understand things from a different point of view and find humor in other people and situations. He shares his joy in the universe with me. He balances me."
"Yesss, yesss," R'Neth said while chittering at the same time. Evidently, that noise wasn't produced by whatever he used as vocal chords. "He be your 'lover' and you wish be with him."
It was a close call, but Qui-Gon managed to keep his facade serene, as if it were composed of chitin. The K'Tarri did indeed require getting used to.
"He is not my lover, but I do love him and I wish we were lovers," Qui-Gon admitted. He saw no reason to try to hide that fact from R'Neth, who could see the truth of his emotions anyway.
Qui-Gon noticed the K'Tarri queen approaching, easily identified among all others by her enlarged thorax. She faced Qui-Gon and produced a series of cacophonous noises.
"Ah, Master Jedi," the droid translated, "it still grieves me that we cannot provide you with a gift to express our gratitude to you."
"Your joining the Republic is gift enough," Qui-Gon noted graciously.
The droid and the queen interchanged more complex K'Tarran. Qui-Gon knew that most humans would not even detect the subsonic component.
"Yes, but still we would like to express our gratitude to you in particular," the droid insisted on her behalf.
They had been through this already. He had explained that Jedi did not own many possessions and that negotiators could not accept gifts in order to prevent even the appearance of any undue influence.
The strong K'Tarran sense of interpersonal connection had made this into an issue. Earlier today, the issue had taken on even more importance when he had explained he would be leaving the protocol droid behind. They saw it as a gift that must be reciprocated.
"I cannot accept gifts of any value, your Highness," he reiterated. Perhaps he would have to add a touch of Force persuasion.
Before the droid had a chance to translate, R'Neth picked up his queen's cause. "But what if gift hasss no value?"
Maybe R'Neth they had found a way out of this impasse. "Then it would be possible to accept. Honorary titles, certificates, plaques and the like have been received by Jedi."
"Excussse usss, pleassse," R'Neth said, motioning the queen away.
Although he stood apart, Qui-Gon still overheard the familiar chittering emanating from the queen as she spoke with her ambassador. He looked down at the melted citrus ice he was holding. He discretely placed it on one of the dessert tables. He wasn't hungry any more anyway.
The Queen approached him again.
"Master Jedi, we are very thankful for your efforts on our behalf," the droid translated for her. "Unfortunately, we do not have the time to arrange even a simple expression of appreciation before you must leave, but we will arrange one as soon as possible."
Qui-Gon wondered what they were planning. He hoped he would not have to decline whatever it was they chose to send him. He wanted to avoid any embarrassment and put this last issue to rest.
"It was my privilege and honor to serve you and your people. Any token is a further honor, but unnecessary I assure you."
Qui-Gon's ship departed soon after the reception. He settled into his quarters, minus the protocol droid that had pestered him on the trip out. His thoughts turned once again to Obi-Wan.
He hadn't even seen Obi-Wan in the past half-year; Qui-Gon's previous mission had been as long as this one and Obi-Wan had been off-planet in between. If the Force had intended him to be with Obi-Wan, it would have brought them together. For all he knew, Obi-Wan was happily paired now with another talented young knight. Obi-Wan was doing well on his own. He clearly didn't need his former, and much older, master.
But hadn't Obi-Wan meant something by that touch on his chest? Would he have fallen into his master's arms if invited? Qui-Gon had thought so at the time; but perhaps he had been mistaken. And even if he had been right, Obi-Wan could have met someone else by now and changed his mind.
Obi-Wan deserved to live his own life. Qui-Gon resolved not push himself onto his ex-padawan. If Obi-Wan did love him in *that* way, it would be up to him to say so. Much as he hated to finally admit it to himself, he expected their relationship would follow its current course. He would see his former padawan from time to time as the years passed, but they would never become intimate.
What he needed now was a good, long meditation in order to release his feelings of desire for Obi-Wan into the Force.
Qui-Gon spread his mat on the floor and knelt upon it. He closed his eyes and opened himself. Instead of sensing an influx of Force, he saw Obi-Wan's face in a series of remembered images. Still sporting a braid, Obi-Wan laughed at a joke they had shared, concentrated on a lesson, and glowed with pleasure at a word of praise.
Qui-Gon opened his eyes, blinked, and tried again. This time, he saw the recently knighted Obi-Wan that evening in his quarters, looking earnestly at him. His eyes were full of... hope?
This wasn't working at all. How could he release his feelings if meditating only reminded him of Obi-Wan?
He took a few deep breaths and decided to try once more. This time he saw Obi-Wan's face again, but his hair was a little longer than it had been the last time he'd seen him. The expression on his face was also unfamiliar. His eyes were half lidded, his mouth parted and gasping. He was clearly in the throes of intense pleasure. Obi-Wan's panting quickened, his brow contracted and he shouted out "Qui-Gon!" as his head thrashed back and forth.
Thrown out of his attempted meditation, Qui-Gon realized he had a raging hard-on. Had that been a vision? It had seemed so real, but he had never seen *that* before. And he had never had visions of the future. Was it just wishful thinking?
Whatever it was, his attempts at meditation could not have been less successful at releasing his feelings. Qui-Gon loosened his leggings and freed his erection. He stroked his shaft lightly as he recaptured the passion on his former padawan's face. He fondled his balls with his other hand as he imagined the scene unfold.
They were in his Master's quarters, in his own bed. Obi-Wan was naked, lying on his back, his legs spread wide open. Qui-Gon was kneeling between them, three fingers of one hand deep inside Obi-Wan's passage. Obi-Wan had grabbed his wrist with both hands and was attempting to push his fingers in yet further.
"In me now, Qui-Gon! Please! I can't wait any longer!"
"I'll have to remove my hand first." He chuckled, happy to oblige Obi-Wan's impatience.
Obi-Wan's hands flew off his wrist and fisted in the bed sheets.
Qui-Gon withdrew his hand, smiled at the whimper, and positioned the head of his cock at the stretched entrance. Obi-Wan bucked just as he pushed and he was enveloped in one long, smooth stroke.
Qui-Gon had formed a ring out of his index finger and thumb. He thrust as he drew it down around his shaft, from the tip of the head all the way down to the base. As it passed over the head, the foreskin pulled back and he cupped his other hand over the exposed flesh and squeezed. Qui-Gon groaned.
His cock was buried ball's deep! So tight!
He grabbed the head of his lover's cock with one hand and squeezed. Obi-Wan groaned.
He pulled back out almost to the tip and thrust back in hard. Then again, and again. Obi-Wan began tossing his head back and forth.
Qui-Gon used Obi-Wan's head as a metronome. He thrust his hips and tightened and loosened his grip in the same rhythm. The pace quickened. Qui-Gon humped energetically, clutching in sync, and the panting of the knight beneath him also marked the same time.
The tempo reached a frenzy and Obi-Wan's head thrashed back and forth. Suddenly his brow contracted and he shouted out "Qui-Gon!"
Qui-Gon came hard, moaning "Obi-Wan!". His semen spattered onto his mat and even onto the floor beyond its edge.
Qui-Gon opened his eyes. That had felt so good! But where had those images come from? He had been trying to forget about Obi-Wan, not fantasize about him. He would try to resolve it later. In the meantime, he rose and walked to the fresher to get a damp wash cloth.
Later that evening, he settled once again on his mat, this time a little warily. A new vision of Obi-Wan immediately accosted him. He saw the longer-haired knight give him a wanton look while fondling his bare nipples. Qui-Gon waited and the scene changed. Obi-Wan's face was impossibly close to his own, eyes dilated widely, aroused in the midst of a passionate kiss. Qui-Gon pressed on and then he was looking down on the top of Obi-Wan's head at groin level. Obi-Wan's face turned upwards, sucking in the entire length of his cock with obvious contentment.
Qui-Gon surfaced quickly, another full-fledged erection tenting his leggings. His hand trembled as it tugged at the knotted cord belting them shut.
Sith! He'd tie just a bow from then on, Qui-Gon resolved to himself. The knot succumbed and his cock sprang free.
He longed for the hot slickness of Obi-Wan's mouth, so he called a bottle of lotion to him and heated it with a touch of the force. He poured a ribbon of it down the underside of his shaft, hissing as his cock pulsed outwards. Then he sheathed as much of his length as he could using both his hands, clenching them just so, as if Obi-Wan's throat were swallowing him. His palms were broad, but his shaft was longer still. It would just have to do.
Ghods! Obi-Wan knew what he was doing! And the expression on his face revealed how much he was enjoying himself. Although Obi-Wan's lips were stretched around his master's thickness, Qui-Gon could still detect a smile dimpling their corners. And if his mouth didn't provide enough of a clue, the eyes gave it away. The same smile crimped their outer corners and twinkled within them, despite the irises being so dilated that the slim rings of forest green were't much lighter than the black pupils they circled.
Obi-Wan swallowed again then slowly pulled back, scraping his top teeth along the way, until just the head of Qui-Gon's cock remained in his mouth. He used his tongue to caress the ridge then pushed the tip into the slit at the end. Qui-Gon tried to thrust back into the mouth, but he was blocked by the tongue. Obi-Wan winked at him and Qui-Gon held his breath.
Qui-Gon drew one hand up his shaft, his fingernails trailing all the way from the base. He circled the head of his cock with the pad of his thumb then pushed a fingertip into the hole. His cock throbbed in response and he bucked against his palm.
He poured more warm lotion on his member then began pumping up and down its entire length with his hands.
Obi-Wan plunged his face downwards and began sucking in earnest. Qui-Gon loved watching Obi-Wan's expression but seeing the top of his head bobbing over his penis doubled the sensations that were threatening to cause his brain and another organ of his to explode.
Obi-Wan was deep throating him expertly. At the bottom of each downstroke, Obi-Wan's lips pressed around the base and his chin nudged the balls. At the top of each upstroke, Qui-Gon's cockhead popped out of the throat and Obi-Wan swiped his tongue over it before he shoved it back inside the tight entrance.
Where had he learned this skill? Not that Qui-Gon really cared in the least. But it was clear Obi-Wan would make him come quite efficiently.
Qui-Gon clenched his bottom hand at the end of each downstroke and slipped his thumb over the flared head when he reached the top. He mimicked the enthusiasm of his imaginary Obi-Wan, thrusting faster and faster.
He lasted only ten strokes then he came, groaning, with his hands clasped tightly around his shaft. While Obi-Wan swallowed his seed in his mind, Qui-Gon's semen actually shot straight up then landed on his lotion-covered cock and hands, mixing in as Qui-Gon milked his aftershocks.
When Qui-Gon finally opened his eyes, he noted with satisfaction that his mat was still clean. As he washed his hands in the fresher, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He realized that the smile he hadn't bothered to suppress made him look younger and less careworn than usual.
Each of Qui-Gon's subsequent attempts to meditate led to the same sort of result. On each occasion, Qui-Gon watched as he engaged in foreplay with his former padawan. Many body parts were kissed, touched, stroked, tickled, licked, nibbled, sucked, and coated with various substances. Then he'd usually fuck Obi-Wan. He saw Obi-Wan on his belly, his knees, his back, straddling him, or standing in what had to be a shower. Once in a while, Obi-Wan sucked him off or did the fucking himself and Qui-Gon enjoyed the change of pace.
Qui-Gon stopped questioning the source of the images and simply accepted them as a gift. He lived in the moment.
He masturbated more frequently during the trip back to Coruscant than he ever had in his entire life. His phallus started to rise as soon as he sank down on his towel-covered mat. After a few days, Qui-Gon wondered if his ability to meditate would ever return; after a few more he wondered if he wanted it to.
But though he came more often than ever before, Qui-Gon missed Obi-Wan more than ever. The titillating images made him long even more to be with his former padawan. He wanted Obi-Wan's company and the emotional interplay he had described to R'Neth. And he wanted badly to touch him and make him moan, gasp, and climax in all the ways he had seen.
He hoped desperately that Obi-Wan would be on Coruscant when he arrived back home. He had to find out whether these visions were a glimpse of a welcome future or all that he would ever have to content himself.
The evening he landed back on Coruscant, Qui-Gon commed Obi-Wan as soon as he reached his quarters.
"Kenobi," the voice he had heard often enough in his visions replied.
The sound of Obi-Wan's voice sent a shock through Qui-Gon. "Obi-Wan! You're here!" he blurted. He hadn't given any thought to what he would say if Obi-Wan actually answered.
"Master!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, sounding equally surprised. "You must have just gotten back! When can you meet me?"
Right this instant, Qui-Gon thought. "Now, if you like," he replied as calmly as he could manage.
"Yes, now!" Obi-Wan sounded, if possible, more anxious than Qui-Gon felt.
"Shall I come there or would you like to meet me here?" Qui-Gon asked, foregoing the possibility of a meeting in public.
"There, Master. Your quarters still feel like home for me," Obi-Wan said warmly. "I'll be with you shortly."
"I'll be waiting, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon promised. He certainly wouldn't be doing anything else. He could barely manage to breathe with the thought that Obi-Wan was on his way. The part of his body that controlled his phallus, however, was quite capable of acting on its own.
Shielding himself, Qui-Gon sent a small probe along his bond to Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan was also mostly shielded, but he could feel excitement thrumming along it. Qui-Gon returned it, not allowing the exact nature of his excitement to become apparent.
Obi-Wan palmed himself into Qui-Gon's quarters sooner than should have been possible. He must have run, because his breath was fast, and he continued quickly across the common room to where Qui-Gon stood and clasped him in an embrace.
Qui-Gon felt Obi-Wan's hip bump his erection and it retaliated by bumping back.
Obi-Wan pulled back slightly and looked up into Qui-Gon's face, his left brow arched delicately. Then a wry smile tugged one corner of his mouth upwards as he asked, "Have you been thinking of me, Master?" in a voice that was almost a purr.
His padawn would never say such a thing! Certainly not using a tone of voice that melted his spine and froze him in place at the same time. But the man holding him wasn't his padawan, and hadn't been for nearly a year.
"You have no idea!" he replied with fervor.
Qui-Gon felt entirely unlike himself, just as Obi-Wan was acting. He had no patience. He didn't want subtle innuendo, tentative touches, or even tender declarations. He wanted to know, for certain, right then, if the visions had any basis in reality.
Do something! he admonished himself. But what? He recalled a vision of Obi-Wan improbably aroused from having his ear licked.
Qui-Gon brought his mouth close to Obi-Wan's ear, as if he were going to whisper a secret to him. 'Please, let this be right,' he thought to himself, to the Force, and to any deities that might care to listen. He thrust his tongue deep.
The reaction was everything he could have hoped for. Obi-Wan arched his chest while his arms clenched spasmodically and he cried out "Qui-Gon!" in a voice about an octave higher than his conversational tone.
//Does that feel good, Obi-Wan? Is my touch welcome?// Qui-Gon asked while sucking the entire shell of Obi-Wan's ear into his mouth. Who knew that an ear could taste so good?
"Little ghods! Yes!" Obi-Wan replied aloud, clutching him tighter. Obi-Wan rubbed his chest, still arched, back and forth against Qui-Gon's.
Oh, it felt so good to have an actual Obi-Wan to taste and hold! So good to have him respond to the things he was doing. Qui-Gon craved more contact, more reaction.
He placed one hand on the opposite side of Obi-Wan's face to pinion his head. Then he began thrusting his tongue in and of Obi-Wan's ear, relishing the sweet moans that extracted. Obi-Wan's desire burst into their bond and Qui-Gon returned his own full-force. He placed his other hand on Obi-Wan's ass and pulled their groins together. This time his erection bumped into a colleague and he ground them together through the layers of tunics and leggings.
Qui-Gon continued to ravish Obi-Wan's ear. He heard the knight begin to pant. The moist breath forced its way through layers of tunics to touch his skin. The body he clutched writhed as much as Qui-Gon's strong grip would allow. He knew Obi-Wan was not far from climaxing. Then, the moans suddenly turned into the words he least expected to hear.
"Master, Stop! Please... Qui-Gon, Stop!" Obi-Wan panted, raising his shields suddenly.
Qui-Gon was completely perplexed. Never had Obi-Wan said such a thing in any of the visions. He had asked Qui-Gon to slow down or wait, but not stop. Had he been completely misled?
"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan," he said, releasing the knight and stepping back. "I thought... you seemed... I'm truly sorry," he was nearly incoherent with regret and confusion as he raised his own shields instinctively.
"No, Qui-Gon, I'm sorry. Ghods, I do want you. I've wanted you forever. But I don't understand what you want. And why now?" Obi-Wan asked, his left eyebrow arched again. "The one time I tried to find out if you might want me, you turned me away. I've barely seen you since then."
Qui-Gon suddenly realized his mistake. In his visions, Obi-Wan and he were established lovers. Assuming the visions were accurate at all, they simply weren't at that stage now. They had to get from here to there.
"Obi-Wan, you can't imagine how much it hurt me to do that. I've loved you for years but I had to let you become a knight on your own. You could not have proven yourself with your old master looking over your shoulder."
Obi-Wan's brow cleared and a joyous smile appeared. He clasped Qui-Gon's hands. "I wish you had dropped me a hint. I'd completely given up hope. If it weren't for the visions I'd been having lately..."
His visions? Had they come from Obi-Wan? Had his prescience been spilling over the bond?
"I've been having those too!" Qui-Gon interjected. "I wasn't sure if I was going crazy or if the Force was being particularly blunt with me."
"I don't know what visions you've been seeing, Qui-Gon, but mine have been rather... vivid. I want you so desperately but I've loved you for as long as it was possible. I just can't bear the thought of being with you this once, then having to live without you again."
Obi-Wan's lips were slightly opened and trembling. His eyes were still dilated with desire.
"There's nothing I want more than to stay with you. We'll ask the Council to pair us on missions and I wish you would move back in here with me."
Obi-Wan looked overjoyed for an instant before clamping down. "I'm warning you," he said in mock severity with a small one-sided grin. "Once I move back in, you won't get rid of me easily again."
"I have no intention of doing so," Qui-Gon lowered his mouth again over Obi-Wan's ear, still pink from its earlier treatment. "Now, where were we when I was interrupted?"
"Nice as that was, why don't we take the time to remove our clothes first?" Obi-Wan asked, pulling away slightly. "I think I was about to make rather a mess in mine."
Qui-Gon chuckled. Perhaps it was for the best they had stopped. He didn't want their first act to be something Obi-Wan might feel embarrassed about. He wanted it to be something special... something intimate, connected, and mutual.
"Well, if we're going to make a mess, sheets are easier to clean than carpets. Let me give you a tour of the master bedroom," he said, grabbing Obi-Wan's hand and pulling him in that direction, "where I hope you'll be spending much more time than when you lived here as a padawan."
Obi-Wan followed Qui-Gon in the bedroom. He looked around as if seeing it for the first time.
"...And this is the bed," Qui-Gon noted, backing Obi-Wan into a sitting position. "It's quite comfortable and easily accommodates two." He pulled off Obi-Wan's boots, stepped out of his own, then stretched out on the bed, pulling Obi-Wan down with him.
There! He had done it! He had gotten Obi-Wan to lie down in bed with him. But having accomplished that goal, it now seemed impossible, as if it were merely one of his visions. His body was anxious to live out the fantasy but he felt strangely unwilling to act, afraid to destroy an illusion. He simply gazed at Obi-Wan, drinking in the sight of his head cushioned by his own pillow. Obi-Wan returned his gaze with a faintly bemused expression, his left brow threatening to arch.
Obi-Wan moved slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, bringing his face closer. Qui-Gon felt Obi-Wan's breath washing over him well before their lips lightly touched. Then Obi-Wan began to kiss gently, like the foremost ripples of an incoming surf, his sea-green eyes fixed on Qui-Gon's. At first, Qui-Gon remained still, but then he began to respond almost against his will. He kissed back but his lips were nearly slack, barely pursing.
Obi-Wan slowly increased the pressure of his kisses and added little nips and licks at Qui-Gon's lips. His desire started flooding their bond and suddenly something burst inside Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon levered himself up and pushed his tongue against Obi-Wan's teeth, demanding entry. With a small noise of surprise, Obi-Wan relinquished control and Qui-Gon plunged his tongue inside. He truly tasted Obi-Wan for the first time, stroking the slick velvety palette and the tongue trembling against his own. Obi-Wan moaned but Qui-Gon swallowed the noises just as he absorbed the new waves of desire cresting higher through the bond.
Qui-Gon no longer harbored any doubt that his experience was very real. He pressed his hardness against Obi-Wan's hip and rocked back and forth, increasing the tempo until he realized that if he kept it up much longer, he would be the one making the mess in his clothes. He broke the kiss, as if he were a drowning man breaking the water's surface.
He needed to get these cloying clothes off. As if hearing that thought, Obi-Wan reached for his belt and deftly released it.
Qui-Gon sat up to make Obi-Wan's job easier. Obi-Wan unwound the sash quickly and pushed open the tunics. He ran his fingers through the exposed chest hair, murmuring "Lovely, Qui-Gon, so sexy..." Like a wyrkitten, he then rubbed his face all over Qui-Gon's chest until his lips encountered a nipple. He eagerly latched on and started sucking, sending little jolts down into Qui-Gon's groin.
Qui-Gon was just able to reach Obi-Wan's ear and began licking it, his tongue following the contour, spiraling inward until it was once again as deep as Qui-Gon could reach. Obi-Wan started to writhe and moan again. His sucking became irregular and his hands fisted in the tunics still draped over Qui-Gon's shoulders.
Sith! Qui-Gon thought. Still dressed! He drew Obi-Wan up off his chest and started kissing him gently on the mouth again.
"Love you, my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon sighed into him. He continued kissing him lightly while his hands found and detached Obi-Wan's belt, unwound his sash, peeled open the tunics, and unknotted the legging ties.
"Up, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon ordered while pulling them both into a kneeling position. Qui-Gon tugged open Obi-Wan's then his own leggings, and suddenly their very stiff, naked erections were touching.
Both men gasped and began to grind against each other, with their thighs still confined by their leggings. The noise Obi-Wan was making sounded more like whimpering now and his cock was trailing precum all over Qui-Gon's belly.
"Slower, slower." Qui-Gon advised both himself and Obi-Wan. He didn't want either of them coming before they were joined.
"I've waited too long for slow," Obi-Wan objected.
Silently, Qui-Gon agreed. He wondered if spit would supply enough lube. He didn't want to hurt Obi-Wan, but he didn't want to wait even long enough to find something in the galley. His partner was clearly in no shape to wait either.
Qui-Gon slid his hands under Obi-Wan's leggings and kneaded the globes of his ass. He worked a finger into the crack and pressed it against the entrance, testing it.
Obi-Wan hissed and clenched his buttocks tightly. There was a look akin to fear in his eye.
Qui-Gon's hand was immobilized. "Obi-Wan, what's wrong?"
The flesh trapping his hand relaxed.
"Nothing... it's just that I've never, well, you know... before." He punctuated his claim with a quick squeeze of Qui-Gon's hand.
A virgin! Sith! He'd been misled by the visions again! He was honored, touched... but how could he bear to take the time to prepare Obi-Wan properly? He was having enough trouble getting his clothes off.
Ignoring his visions, Qui-Gon quickly considered the options and decided anew. "Trust me, love. We'll leave that for another day."
He took Obi-Wan's stiff member in one hand and his own in the other and butted them, head to head. He nudged the slippery tip of his glans inside Obi-Wan's foreskin then stretched it over his entire cock head.
"Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan shouted out, his entire body going taught.
Qui-Gon controlled his overwhelming desire to thrust by sheer dint of will and looked down. They appeared connected by one long, thick member. It felt so right to Qui-Gon, to merge and become one with Obi-Wan. He desperately wanted to stroke their physical bond.
"All right, my love?"
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" Obi-Wan clutched Qui-Gon's shoulders.
"Look, Obi-Wan. Look down at us," Qui-Gon urged him.
Obi-Wan lowered his gaze and Qui-Gon felt the same awe overflowing through the bond. Obi-Wan reached out and tentatively touched his foreskin, stretched out over two lumps. "Beautiful!" was all he could say.
As Obi-Wan began to stroke their joined cocks lightly, Qui-Gon wrapped his hand over his and together they worked it back and forth while keeping themselves linked together. The tips slid about as more precum flowed between them.
They both began bucking slightly in time with the stroking. Their cock heads slipped past each other and rubbed against each other in the tight sheath. Their ridges bumped and nearly interlocked whenever Qui-Gon's cock butted up against the end of the channel, sending simultaneous shocks of pleasure into both of them. They continued stroking their cock heads back and forth against each other and Qui-Gon knew he wouldn't last long. Through the bond and Obi-Wan's breathing, he could tell Obi-Wan wouldn't either.
Qui-Gon grasped Obi-Wan's foreskin tightly around his own cock. He joined their mouths in a deep kiss, their tongues stroking in the same rhythm.
//I'm going to come! Come with me, Obi-Wan!// he prompted.
That was all it took to tip them both over. Their shafts pulsed in their hands and hot cum filled the already tight channel, intensifying the sensations. //Obi-Wan!// Qui-Gon shouted as he simultaneously heard //Qui-Gon!// in his mind and they fed their waves of pleasure back and forth across the bond, confused as to which was which.
When Qui-Gon could hear their ragged breathing again and feel his own body, he was glad to note that he still held the foreskin snug around his own cock. He quickly pulled out, squeezing the opening in Obi-Wan's foreskin shut afterwards. Then he leaned over and took Obi-Wan's cock into his mouth and milked it. Their combined seed spurted out and he dipped his tongue inside, swiping around Obi-Wan's glans, sucking out all the bitter cream as Obi-Wan moaned and writhed.
He brought his mouth back to Obi-Wan's. //Taste us, my love.//
Obi-Wan's lips opened and Qui-Gon shared his harvest then swallowed the rest. He nipped at Obi-Wan's lips as he swallowed in turn.
//Addictive,// Obi-Wan ventured. //Can we do that again?//
Qui-Gon chuckled. //Would now be soon enough?// He pressed his still half-hard member against Obi-Wan's. Both showed signs of independent life.
After finally removing their leggings and nuzzling each other for a just a few moments, they did do it again. This time Qui-Gon used his own foreskin, and Obi-Wan retrieved their seed and shared it as neatly as Qui-Gon had.
"Look, no laundry after all!" Obi-Wan announced after his success.
"Good, that leaves more time for other things," Qui-Gon retorted, pulling them both prone. "I think sleep is the first thing on our agenda."
"I can't believe I'm actually here in your bed," Obi-Wan marveled, stroking Qui-Gon's face. "That we've actually made love. That you love me. It all happened so fast after waiting so long."
"I feel as you do," Qui-Gon wrapped his arms more securely around his lover. He kissed the young man's forehead. "And I do love you, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan yawned and snuggled against him. "I love you too, Qui-Gon."
Soon they were both asleep.
Qui-Gon awoke early the next morning, his limbs tangled with Obi-Wan's. Sharing his bed with the active young man was a new experience and he hadn't slept soundly. Not that he was complaining. The dim light allowed him to see the relaxed face sleeping near his and he felt like the luckiest Jedi in the galaxy.
He slipped quietly out of bed and headed into the common room, feeling a guilty twinge as his gaze lit on the comm unit. There was probably a message from the council berating him for not reporting in. He should at least check for any important messages. He sat down and reviewed the list in reverse chronological order.
Qui-Gon's involuntary exclamation of surprise, or perhaps his unshielded emotion in the bond, woke Obi-Wan. He emerged from the bedchamber, looking half-awake.
"Good morning, love," Qui-Gon welcomed him with open arms.
"'Morning," Obi-Wan fell into the embrace rather gracelessly. He sprawled on Qui-Gon's lap and managed to land a kiss in the vicinity of Qui-Gon's mouth. Then he rested his head on Qui-Gon's shoulder and asked, "What's up? Council in a snit?"
"That too, but this is more interesting. I understand now where our visions were coming from."
Obi-Wan perked up and looked at Qui-Gon inquisitively. Qui-Gon didn't seem inclined to go on.
"What do I have to do to get you to tell me?" Obi-Wan asked archly, squirming in Qui-Gon's lap and fondling his nipples.
"I'm sure you could convince me easily," Qui-Gon said, stroking Obi-Wan's flanks. "I'll tell you now and let you pay me later if you promise you'll forgive me."
Obi-Wan's brow arched. "Forgive you? For what?"
"For telling someone about my desire for my former padawan who is beautiful... talented... irresistable... intelligent... charming..." Qui-Gon planted a kiss somewhere randomly on Obi-Wan for each attribute he listed.
"Enough! You're forgiven. Go on now; I'm all ears."
"Sensitive ones at that," Qui-Gon replied, fingering one lightly. "Those visions were sent by the K'Tarrans. It seems they are not just talented empaths individually, but collectively they have a more remarkable ability. They were able to tap into our subconscious desires and broadcast them to each other."
Obi-Wan's eye widened in surprise. "Why in all the Sith Hells would they choose to do that? What were they trying to accomplish?"
"They were set on finding a way of showing their gratitude to me, and I had told their ambassador how much I missed you," Qui-Gon carded his fingers through Obi-Wan's hair.
"I'm glad you mentioned you missed me rather than your old master," Obi-Wan noted with his one-sided grin. "Though I'd like to see you explain this to Yoda."
Qui-Gon chuckled. "I think the ambassador had a very clear idea of what I wanted with whom. The K'Tarrans tried to give me something I desired deeply but didn't have. The perfect gift, in fact."
"So it wasn't the Force bringing us together, just a thank you gift?" Obi-Wan asked, sounding a little disappointed.
"The Force works in mysterious ways." Qui-Gon knew he sounded glib, but in his heart he felt it was so.
"I thought Jedi weren't supposed to accept gifts," Obi-Wan noted. "But I'm glad you accepted this one!" He wiggled in Qui-Gon's lap.
"We are allowed to accept gifts of no value, though in this case I'd call it invaluable instead." Qui-Gon enclosed Obi-Wan in a firm embrace and kissed him.
It was a kiss of gratitude, expressing the thanks he felt to the K'Tarrans, to the Force, and mostly to Obi-Wan for the precious gift he had received. It was intense but chaste, satisfying rather than feeding desire. Obi-Wan returned it in kind.
When they surfaced, Obi-Wan continued, "So what are you going to do about it now?"
"The responsible thing, of course," Qui-Gon replied. He reached around Obi-Wan and started to type at the console. "Send them a thank you note."
[END]