Summary: An innocent little game gets out of hand.
Author's note: This -was- just going to be a quick, PG rated
fluff story, but our boys refused to cooperate and, well,
you'll see.
"I sense much fear in you."
"Would you stop that!" Obi-Wan glared at his master, who wore
his best expression of wide-eyed innocence.
"Padawan, I couldn't help but notice..."
"Oh just shut up and play," he muttered before grinning
triumphantly, "Ha! Full house!" he said, and with a flourish he
fanned his cards out on the table. "Beat that!"
Qui-Gon sighed regretfully, "I'm afraid that this is all I
have." He calmly set his cards on the table and watched as glee
was wiped clean from the younger man's face to be replaced by
shock, which in turn was replaced by dismay. "Are these cards
any good?"
"A royal flush," Obi-Wan sputtered, "A royal flush! No, no
way," he shook his head, refusing to believe it, "Now I -know-
you're cheating, do you know what the chances are of getting
royal flush in straight poker?"
"Cheating!" Qui-Gon sniffed disdainfully, "Don't be ridiculous,
for whatever reason would -I- stoop to cheating? Now, take off
your pants."
Obi-Wan cast a pointed glance at his Master, who was sitting
across the table from him, fully dressed, and then back to his
own body, which was clad in nothing more than the afore
mentioned pair of pants, before replying dryly, "I do see your
point. Why ever would you cheat?"
Pushed back his chair the younger man stood, preparing to
remove his last article of clothing. He gave a mental sigh,
what had he been thinking? He had been the one to suggest the
game, knowing that his master had never played it. A way to
'test his mental shields' he had said. That wasn't all that had
been tested this evening, there was his patience, his
temper...his libido.
He risked a glance at his master, who was watching him with a
look of mild interest, as if Obi-Wan was giving some damned
speech on the benefits a natural fabrics as compared to
synthetics instead of being about to strip to the skin. It was
that faintly bored expression that stung him and sprouted a
seed of mischief within the young Jedi.
He slid his hands down his body to the small of his back and
stretched, arching his back and groaning in satisfaction as the
joints popped. His loose pants slipped a bare inch downward,
practically hanging on his slim hips and he relaxed, sighing
deeply. He hid his grin at the surprised surge that he felt
ripple through the Force before it was quickly tamped down.
This was an old tease, a little flirt that he knew Qui-Gon
would not respond to. Or he would try not to anyway.
"Master?" The word slid from his tongue as if were liquid. No
boredom in Qui-Gon's eyes now, they smoldered, fires lit within
those cerulean depths.
"Yes, Padawan?" The husky growl that cushioned those words
almost had Obi-Wan writhing on the floor himself, but he
controlled the urge, letting instead a mischievous smile curve
his lips, even as he wondered at his own daring.
He stepped forward and braced his hands on the small table,
leaning towards Qui-Gon until their lips were a breath away
before whispering, "Double or nothing."
Qui-Gon blinked, jerking his attention from those sultry lips
and back to what those lips were saying. He leaned back and
away from the temptation of that warm mouth. "Why should I
agree to that? You don't have any more garments to bargain
with."
Obi-Wan straighten, tapping his index finger lightly against
his cheek. "You're right, hmm, what else do I have to offer?
What do I have that would be worth betting on?" The finger
stopped tapping and trailed down his cheek to his mouth.
Obi-Wan slowly ran the finger over his lips, letting the tip of
his tongue stroke the digit. He watched through lowered lashes
as his Master swallowed hard.
"Deal the cards," Qui-Gon said, clearing his throat slightly.
Smiling sweetly, Obi-Wan resumed his seat and did as he had
been told. Dealt three queens, he held them and took two cards.
Qui-Gon took three.
A queen and a nine. Obi-Wan could hardly contain his
excitement. -Finally-, he was going to win a hand and perhaps
more than a hand, perhaps a few other body parts as well...
His bubble burst with an almost audible pop as Qui-Gon lay down
his cards. "Four aces," he announced, "What do you have?"
With a sigh, he tossed his cards to the table. "A growing debt,
apparently." He couldn't even accuse Qui-Gon of cheating, -he-
had been the one to deal. Well, never let it be said that
Obi-Wan Kenobi didn't pay his debts. Standing, he quickly
skimmed out of his pants and tossed them to Qui- Gon, who
caught them easily.
"Happy now?" Obi-Wan asked, arms crossed as he waited while
Qui-Gon's studied him. A truly wicked smile settled on Qui-
Gon's face, an expression so unlike his usual stoic mien that
Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling far more naked
than he already was.
"No, I'm not happy. I believe the bet was double or nothing."
When Obi-Wan's expression changed to one of shock, Qui-Gon
calmly added, "Of course, if you would rather welsh on a
bet..." He left the sentence unfinished, a challenge.
Obi-Wan wet his lips nervously; he'd been teasing his Master
earlier, flirting lightly, as he often did. Qui-Gon had always
returned the tease but never had he indicated that he might
actually be interested. Was he really suggesting...did he
-really- want... He realized that Qui-Gon was watching him
intently, waiting for his response.
A smile of his own lit his face then. If Qui-Gon -was- setting
a gift in his lap he certainly wasn't about to turn it down. He
crossed over to Qui-Gon's chair and pulled it away from the
table, dropping down to kneel at the older man's feet.
Obi-Wan's gaze fell to Qui-Gon's lap and any doubt in his mind
vaporized at the bulge that was visible there, even through
several layers of clothing.
Tentatively, Obi-Wan settled his hands on the older Jedi's
knees, let them rest there for a moment before slowly moving
them upward. Qui-Gon's hands captured his, holding them still
and Obi-Wan lifted questioning eyes to Qui-Gon's face. Their
eyes caught and held, blue and hazel meeting.
"Obi-Wan, you don't have to do this." The hoarse edge in
Qui-Gon's voice left little doubt as to what the older man
wanted, but did not want to pressure or force from the young
man before him. And Obi-Wan knew that, knew that the decision
was his and always would be. He pulled one hand free from
Qui-Gon's grasp and reached up to lightly stroke his Master's
cheek.
"I know," he whispered and then leaned upward to brush a kiss
against Qui-Gon's lips. He felt Qui-Gon's sharp inhalation and
before Obi-Wan could pull back strong arms captured him,
holding him tightly against the older man as the kiss was
deepened. Obi-Wan opened his mouth eagerly to the soft pressure
of Qui-Gon's tongue against his lips and they kissed ardently,
almost frantically.
Qui-Gon pulled away first, gasping for air as he struggled for
calm. The feel of this sensuous young man naked and in his arms
was exciting him almost unbearably. All his calming techniques
were rendered useless as he felt Obi- Wan's hands resume their
previous intention, cupping his aching erection through the
fabric of his pants. Qui-Gon collapsed back into his chair,
trembling as those deft fingers stroked him through the thin
cloth.
Then those hands slid away and around Qui-Gon's waist, holding
tightly as Obi-Wan lowered his face to his Master's lap,
feeling that hardness against his cheek. He inhaled deeply,
nuzzling against the proof of his Master's desire for him,
relishing the unique feel of it. Gentle hands touched his head,
loosening his short ponytail and stroking his soft hair.
He pulled back a bit, his hands going to Qui-Gon's belt which
he carefully unfastened and removed. The older Jedi's robes
fell open and Obi-Wan leaned in again, pressing his face
against the warm skin of Qui-Gon's stomach. He could feel the
older man's breathing quicken as he planted little kisses on
the smooth skin, and the hands on his head slid lower to rest
on his shoulders.
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon hissed his name as the young Jedi tugged at
his Master's pants, trying to lower them. "You don't have
to..."
"Shhhhh," Obi-Wan murmured, surrendering on lowering the pants
and settling for unfastening them instead. The concealing
fabric fell away and Qui-Gon's cock fairly bounced out, Qui-Gon
gasping as Obi-Wan steady it with his hands. He lightly stroked
the heated length of it, from the head down the shaft and back,
smearing the soft fluid that leaked from the tip.
"Obi-Wan, please, I..."
"Hush, now," Obi-Wan said sternly. And before Qui-Gon could
respond he gently licked the tip of that cock, tasting the
salty liquid that had gathered there and stealing away any
desire or ability that Qui-Gon had left for speech. The hands
on his shoulders tightened almost painfully as Obi- Wan swirled
his tongue over the head, teased the soft ridge around the tip
and traveling down the shaft. He heard a soft moan from above
and flicked his gaze upward even as he licked his way back.
Qui-Gon's head was thrown back, exposing the elegant line of
his throat, which Obi-Wan would have loved to nibble if he
hadn't been occupied with better things. The expression on the
Jedi master's face was almost pained, he was biting his lip,
his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Another moan escaped Qui-Gon's control as Obi-Wan gently sucked
the hard length between his lips and suddenly that was all
Obi-Wan wanted, to make Qui-Gon's lose the rigid control that
always surrounded him. He took that hard cock deeply until it
nudged the back of his throat and felt Qui- Gon arch upward for
just a moment before he caught himself and relaxed.
Not this time. Obi-Wan pulled back until he'd almost released
Qui-Gon from his mouth, flicked his tongue lightly over the
head and then sucked the full length back in, hard. Qui-Gon's
hands flew to Obi-Wan's head, the fingers digging into his
scalp but Obi-Wan ignored it, instead he repeated the maneuver
again. And again. Qui-Gon was squirming in his chair now,
gasping and pleading almost unintelligibly. Not that it matter,
Obi-Wan knew exactly what he wanted. So he gave it to him,
moving rhythmically, sucking hard, one hand circling the shaft
to stroke in time with his mouth. Faster, faster, then...
"No!" And Obi-Wan was physically pulled away, his head swirling
in a brief sensation of vertigo until he felt something hard
against his back and realized that Qui-Gon had lifted him onto
the table, scattering the cards everywhere. And then all
conscious thought deserted him as Qui-Gon's mouth descended on
his own, ravaging his lips before moving downward to bite one
dark brown nipple. Obi-Wan yelped in surprise but that mouth
was already soothing the pain that it had caused, sucking and
licking the hard nub.
"Master," Obi-Wan panted, struggling to remember what it was he
had to say. When that hot mouth engulfed his rigid cock he
nearly gave up, groaning at the sensation of wet heat around
his erection. Still the thought nagged at him and as Qui-Gon
slid his hands under his Obi-Wan's slim hips, lifting him
slightly Obi-Wan remembered.
"I...I'm supposed..to..to...pay...you," he managed to pant out.
Qui-Gon pulled back, raising his eyes to meet Obi-Wan's and the
younger man nearly came then and there at the burning lust in
the Master Jedi's eyes. He frantically grabbed at the frayed
edges of his control and almost lost it again when Qui-Gon gave
him a positively wicked smile.
"That's right, you are." The hands on Obi-Wan's hips pulled him
to the edge of the table, lifting his legs as Qui-Gon settled
between them, still fully dressed. He felt Qui- Gon's cock,
still wet with saliva, snubbed up at the entrance of his body,
seeking, and Obi-Wan tensed.
Instantly the other man stopped, soothed Obi-Wan with soft
touches and kisses, a marked contrast to his earlier
fierceness.
One hand drifted down to stroke Obi-Wan's cock with airy
touches that almost weren't there, a finger tracing down the
shaft. Obi-Wan made a soft sound and arched into the touch, his
tension easing and again he could feel the heavy pressure
against his resisting flesh but this time it didn't stop. The
thickness pierced his body and Obi-Wan cried out. He felt the
other man freeze, felt him start to retreat.
"NO! Don't stop, please, oh, don't stop, don't stop." The words
became a chant as he tightened his legs around his master,
trying to force him deeper. Qui-Gon took a deep breath that
Obi-Wan felt within himself and continued pushing inside.
Obi-Wan struggled to control his breathing, forcing his muscles
to relax, to accept. It burned, hurt, but he wanted this,
needed it more than he had thought possible. He relaxed and
they both gasped as Qui-Gon slid abruptly in to the hilt,
filling Obi-Wan deeply.
They rested like that, both trembling with effort as Qui- Gon
struggled to wait, to allow Obi-Wan to adjust to his invasion.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes, trying for some measure of control but
the moment he would have achieved it, it was ripped from his
grasp as Obi-Wan tightened his inner muscles around Qui-Gon's
cock, silently pleading for him to continue.
His body took over then, moving inside the tight channel that
surrounded him, slowly at first and then with some force. He
slid his hands under Obi-Wan's hips, lifting him up to better
the angle, almost whimpering as he slid even deeper inside.
Obi-Wan was lost in fog of heat and sensation, the pain of
Qui-Gon's entry burned away by ecstasy. Each deep lunge into
his body touched a spot inside him that caused a flare of
pleasure before that cock retreated and the cycle began again.
The hands on his hips tightened, digging bruise deep into his
flesh but he hardly noticed, all he wanted was more, deeper,
more.
One of Qui-Gon's hands finally snaked between their joined
bodies and captured Obi-Wan's cock, squeezing hard and Obi- Wan
shattered into a millions pieces. All unconsciously, his mind
reached out to the source of his rapture, wound strands of the
Force around and between them. Through his haze of pleasure
Obi-Wan felt/heard Qui-Gon's startled gasp and then his near
scream as he tumble off the edge into orgasm and collapsed into
his Padawan's waiting arms.
They held each other tightly, breathing harshly as the
aftershocks shook them both. Finally, their trembling eased and
Qui-Gon pulled gently out of Obi-Wan's body, causing the
younger man to moan at the shiver of pleasure that rippled
through him.
"How did you do that?"
Obi-Wan frowned at the question and dared to open one eye and
look up at his master. His face was glistening with sweat and
he was still breathing heavily but it was the stern expression
on his face that sent a chill through Obi- Wan. Had he done
something wrong? The thought that he had somehow disappointed
his master nearly brought tears to his eyes but even as the
thought formed it was soothed away by a mental caress. He
reveled in that soft touch even as it startled him and he
stared at his master with widening eyes.
"That was what I was referring to," Qui-Gon said dryly, but a
smile softened the words. "Didn't you feel it? You bonded us
together. And that takes some effort for a master to do, much
less a padawan."
Obi-Wan was shocked to his very core. -He- had done that? He
remembered then, reaching out to his master and...his cheeks
flamed in embarrassment. "I...I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean
to...is it permanent?" he finally asked, timidly, trying to
conceal the tightening inside him as his heart clung to the
hope that it -was- and that this might be permanent as well.
"It doesn't have to be," Obi-Wan's hopes plummeted even as
Qui-Gon continued, "But it can be. If that's what you want."
The brilliance that shone in Obi-Wan's eyes answered Qui-Gon's
question with more truth than words ever could. He leaned down
and kissed the young man tenderly, letting him feel all the
pent-up love he'd been carrying for so long, even as Obi-Wan
opened to him.
Reluctantly they pulled back, both becoming aware of the
discomfort of their surroundings. Obi-Wan hopped off the table
and rubbed his aching back. A snort of laughter came from
behind him and he felt a soft touch on his back.
Qui-Gon plucked off the card that was clinging to his lover's
sweaty back, looked at it with great amusement before flipping
it over to show his Padawan. The ace of hearts. And then his
laughter dimmed as Obi-Wan wrapped around him like a vine,
stripping away his clothes even as he pulled the older Jedi to
the floor. Qui-Gon's last thoughts before he was overwhelmed by
desire were amused. Who would have known that those late night
poker games with Yoda and Mace would come in so handy?
End*
*On a side note, my spouse told me I should have titled this
story "A Pair of Queen's". I hit him of course, after I stopped
laughing and got up from the floor.
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