Category: Response to first line challenge. Bit of angst with
hopefully a dash of humor.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Feedback: Appreciated for this first story.
Thanks: To the beta readers who encouraged me to post (Boots,
Claudia). All mistakes are my own.
Summary: Qui-Gon realizes his Padawan has grown up
Warnings: If a guy having the hots for another guy bothers you,
then you shouldn't be here.
Spoilers: None, pre-TPM.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to George Lucas, I'm just playing
with them.
Author's Comment: The sequel, Feeding the Fire, starts with
events immediately following this story. Be advised the sequel
is rather long and quite a bit different.
Qui-Gon Jinn locked himself in the bathroom.
Stepping away from the door on shaky legs, the Jedi Master sat
down abruptly on the wide stone ledge of the large ornate tub.
Sucking in a deep breath, he thought about how perilously close
he had come to disgracing himself at the celebration being
given downstairs by their grateful hosts. Leaning back
gratefully against the cool tile wall, he swept one sleeve
across his sweat-streaked face but could not still the inferno
raging in his groin. Suddenly he started as he felt the
presence of his apprentice entering their shared quarters.
"Oh Force," he muttered to himself. They never locked doors
between themselves at home; Obi-Wan would know something was
wrong if he tried the handle but Qui-Gon couldn't let Obi-Wan
see him like this. He managed to heave himself up and move back
toward the door.
"Master, are you all right?" Obi-Wan called tentatively from
the other side of the door. "You left the party so abruptly I
thought something might be wrong."
"I'm fine, Padawan, just fine. What with the long negotiations
and the hot climate here, I was just rather tired so I thought
I would take a shower and turn in early," Qui-Gon replied as he
leaned against the door. "The night is still young, though, and
you seemed to be enjoying the festivities. Why don't you go
back and take advantage of this opportunity while you can?"
"Well, as long as you're sure you're all right." Obi-Wan
hesitated briefly. "If you don't mind, Master, I'll probably be
back quite late."
His subconscious and what had by now turned into a very
painfully throbbing erection were practically screaming at the
young man to get on with it and leave, for Force sake, but the
Jedi Master managed to muster enough control to calmly answer.
"Of course I don't mind. Our ship leaves at midmorning so be
back in time to pack. Good night, Obi- Wan. Enjoy yourself."
"Thank you, Master. I will."
Through their bond Qui-Gon felt the apprentice's concern
replaced with anticipation as the outer door closed softly
behind his Padawan. He released the breath he had been
unconsciously holding as he wondered once again how he was
going to survive until the sexiest Padawan in the temple
reached his knighthood.
Deciding that perhaps a shower might actually help relieve both
the external and internal heat, Qui-Gon quickly stripped and
stepped under the cool stream, hoping that the water and
calming thoughts would return him to some semblance of
normalcy. Contemplating the hard cock jutting determinedly from
his groin, however, he sighed and knew this would probably be
another long night.
It had started a few months after Obi-Wan Kenobi's eighteenth
birthday. A long-standing unofficial tradition called for
Masters to throw a sort of 'coming out party' to recognize
those Padawans who had reached the age of maturity for their
species during the previous year. Qui-Gon had been happy to
participate this year as it marked another significant
milestone for his charge and he was secretly very proud of the
fine young Padawan he was raising.
After the guests of honor had been recognized, Qui-Gon was
quietly watching from the side of the hall when he was
approached by a youngish Master he vaguely recognized as having
recently returned from a long assignment in the Outer Rim.
"Hello there, you probably don't remember me. I'm Loree Lagvan
and that's my Padwan, Reela Vobak," she said, pointing loudly
and proudly toward a slender blue-skinned humanoid braid-bearer
who turned a brighter shade of blue as she overheard her
Master.
Qui-Gon murmured something polite about having a fine Padawan
and tried to slowly move away as he noticed that Loree appeared
to have started the celebration well before the official first
toasts.
"Hey, you're Qui-Gon Jinn, right?" she pursued. Receiving a
nod, she continued, "Got to hand it to ya, Jinn, I don't know
how you do it."
"Do what?" the Master paused in his retreat and replied
cautiously.
"Why, keep from jumping that luscious Padawan of yours, of
course. It seems like that's all I've heard from mine since
we've been back. It's Kenobi this and Kenobi that. Rumor has it
that all of the Padawans and half the Knights lust after that
sexy body and I can't say but what there's probably more than a
few Masters wouldn't mind that sweet thing for dessert..." She
hung on to Jinn's arm as she took a long pull from her drink,
then carefully straightened. "Must be rough, though, having
such a hot Padawan right in your room and you're the only
person in the Temple that can't do anything about it," she
leered as she dug an elbow into his side. "But if you need help
with any 'urges', I think YOU are mighty fine looking too,
Master Jinn,' she whispered, then winked at him.
Qui-Gon stared at her in disbelief, then, mumbling excuses, he
dodged the elbow that loomed threateningly again and fled to
the other side of the hall in confusion. Surely she couldn't be
talking about HIS Padawan. Why, Obi-Wan was a fine boy, very
polite, considerate, popular with his agemates but ... a sex
object? Well, surely it was just unthinkable ... wasn't it?
Drawing back into a doorway, Qui-Gon tried to study his
apprentice objectively to see if there was any truth to the
accusation.
And found that the humanoid part of the party had gradually
coalesced into a series of major and minor planets orbiting
around a sun named Obi-Wan Kenobi. He didn't need to flirt
outrageously or even whisper suggestively as the quiet smile
and laughing eyes in the handsome face seemed to attract people
like the gravity well of a brilliant star. The casual clothes
set off what Qui-Gon now had to admit to himself had become a
well-muscled and, well, yes, a rather attractive young man's
body.
Fading even further back into the shadows to escape
observation, Master Qui-Gon Jinn thought with dismay about the
truth he was just now beginning to understand. He hadn't truly
considered the significance of the night's events and was
realizing that his apprentice had grown up right under his
unseeing eyes. It seemed like only yesterday that they had
safely weathered the usual Padawan-Master crush when Obi-Wan
turned fifteen and his Master turned him firmly toward the
company of his agemates, fumbled their way together through the
series of obligatory Talks, and surely it could not have been
over a year and a half already since that early morning the
Master had gently suggested to a crimson-faced boy that some
additional lessons in shielding were now appropriate.
From his vantage point, Qui-Gon watched in reluctant
fascination as his Padawan effortlessly navigated among those
vying for his attention, exchanging a laugh here or a careless
touch there. He watched hips swaying in the smooth glide across
the floor and the longer, lingering touch with closer friends.
But it was not until he was able to tear his eyes away from his
Padawan to look around the room that it really hit home. It was
in the eyes of those who also watched his Padawan that he saw
the truth; for it was there he saw the raw desire that was
directed at the beautiful young man and which he could no
longer ignore.
During the next two years Master Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn spent many
long hours in meditation trying to understand and deal with his
feelings towards his Padawan. At first, he tried to convince
himself that this was just another stage in Obi-Wan's journey
to knighthood just as it had been for his other apprentices and
he only needed to make a few minor adjustments in their
relationship. Eventually facing the truth, however, Qui-Gon
realized that for some time he had almost deliberately been
blinding himself to the changes taking his apprentice from boy
to man. Qui-Gon had long been blithely ignoring comments and
knowing looks from other Masters about his apprentice's
'visits' to their own Padawans and had paid little attention to
the nature of the pursuit that had seemed to follow Obi-Wan
both at the temple and on missions. With a little judicious
research, he found that his polite and always considerate
apprentice had inadvertently helped foster the delusion of
innocence by not bringing any of his romantic activities home
so as not to disturb his studious Master. The unseen truth was
that his quiet little apprentice had indeed turned into a quiet
young man who just happened to also be damned sexy with a
devastating smile. It didn't take very long after that
realization to understand that his previous self-imposed
ignorance was probably an unconscious defense mechanism as he
found himself increasingly affected by this beautiful man who
shared his quarters.
Obi-Wan Kenobi remained a polite, considerate and dedicated
Padawan who continued to display an easy affection for his
mentor and teacher. He was discreet in his offduty activities
but made no attempt to discourage those who pursued him at
parties and official functions unless it interfered with their
mission. Qui-Gon Jinn made a deliberate decision to keep their
surface relationship unchanged and took particular care to
ensure that he did nothing which might adversely impact his
Padawan's training or be construed as violating the rules
against Master-Padawan physical relationships. He loved Obi-
Wan too much to do anything which might endanger his
long-cherished goal of becoming a Knight, especially when there
was no sign that his apprentice had any feelings for him beyond
the respect and love a son might have for his father. Under the
serene facade, though, the Master had to work harder and harder
to control the increasingly strong reactions his body was
having to living with its own private wet dream. He began
finding excuses to take separate showers after workouts,
avoided Obi-Wan when he came out of the fresher and did extra
meditations when his apprentice was out with friends. Despite
his best efforts, though, he found himself more and more often
resorting to cold showers and onehanded conversations with
recalcitrant body parts.
The mission to the mostly desert planet of Vental was simple
enough. Some misunderstandings and hot tempers among the
normally easygoing humanoid natives had resulted in a request
for Jedi help in resolving territorial and water rights
disputes between the two major clans. Master Jinn and Padawan
Kenobi were able to bring both groups together quickly; nobody
really wanted to go to war over what turned out to be
relatively trivial issues but soothing ruffled feelings and
hammering out details took over two weeks of dawn to dusk
meetings. Although the Ventalians and Obi-Wan seemed to thrive
on the dry heat, the long, hot days in Jedi robes had taken
their toll on Qui-Gon so he had been content to go from dinner
to shower to bed each day. In addition, he was very glad their
hosts had generously provided separate bedrooms in their suite;
it was bad enough having to watch Obi-Wan lounge around their
quarters in the sleep shorts his apprentice had adopted for
this trip without having him in the same bed.
After the signing of the final treaty, the Ventalians insisted
on throwing a celebratory dance. Their hosts had turned out to
be a very openminded and physically affectionate lot; Qui-Gon
was not particularly looking forward to a night of having to
watch the inevitable rounds of 'pursue the Padawan' but knew he
had little choice in the matter. He opted to retain his Jedi
dress; he knew it would be hot but had found the voluminous
robe particularly useful the last few years.
Qui-Gon had made sure he left their quarters while his
apprentice was still in his own room dressing so he was caught
by surprise when he saw Obi-Wan come down the stairs to the
ballroom in native dress. He groaned inwardly as he took in the
shiny black knee high leather boots, the skyblue leggings and
red silk sleeveless shirt which was open almost to the waist in
deference to the heat. He swallowed hard as he realized how
little the tight leggings left to the imagination and headed
quickly to the buffet table for an iced fruit drink.
Qui-Gon quietly circulated among the dignitaries and guests but
found his eyes drawn repeatedly back to his Padawan. As Obi-Wan
danced with several young women and men his sinuous glide and
rolling hips were causing blood to migrate south from Qui-Gon's
head. When Obi-Wan politely stopped to chat with his Master,
the closeup of the shining eyes in the flushed face and drops
of sweat sliding slowly down his face and chest sent Qui-Gon's
heart racing. As Qui-Gon watched in fascination, one
particularly large drop fell from his apprentice's chin to his
chest, then meandered slowly down to get caught on the left
nipple, perching precariously for a few moments before sliding
down to disappear into the waistband. Shaking his head and
smiling politely as Obi-Wan was captured and led away for the
next dance, Qui-Gon could feel the sweat pouring heavily down
his own face and soaking his tunics, then realized he hadn't
heard a word Obi-Wan had said.
As the alcohol flowed and the party became looser, Qui-Gon
watched in increasing discomfort as his Padawan's interactions
with his partners became more familiar; Obi-Wan seemed to be
enjoying the attention and roving slow dance hands. After two
hours Qui-Gon was certain people could hear him sloshing from
all of the iced drinks he had consumed, but they seemed to have
had little effect on the heat in his nether regions; he didn't
dare remove his cloak or sit down as the leggings which had
been comfortably loose earlier that day were now so tight as to
be almost painful. As he tried to edge his way toward one of
the balconies to get some cooler air, Qui-Gon was caught by two
of the delegates who wanted to discuss some of the treaty
provisions. As one draped a friendly arm across his shoulders,
the other stood chatting in front of the door. Looking across
the second man's shoulder, Qui-Gon suddenly lost all interest
in the conversation. Two fraternal twins who had been avidly
pursuing his Padawan all night had captured him on the balcony
and it was evident the victim was not putting up much
resistance. The male half of the duo was standing behind
Obi-Wan; while he whispered in the Padawan's right ear one hand
was making large slow circles under the loose shirt while the
other was gradually making its way down the lower back towards
the firm ass. The female side of the tag team had captured the
Padawan's left arm in one hand and was gently nuzzling the side
of his neck while her other hand finished undoing the last few
buttons on his shirt.
Still standing with the two delegates, Qui-Gon felt his cock
jump and get even harder as he took in the sight on the
balcony. He could almost feel the contact through their bond as
Obi-Wan laughed and turned his head to kiss the handsome young
suitor now pressing his hips tightly to the apprentice's ass.
When one of the front hands moved to caress a nipple into
hardness and a back hand began to slowly insert itself inside
the waistband, Qui-Gon could feel his own hips start to twitch
and realized the wetness staining the front of his leggings was
not just sweat. When one of the delegates began shaking his arm
and asking him if he was OK, he finally recollected where he
was and knew that he had to get out of there now before his
cock finished this conversation for him. Licking his lips, he
smiled wanly, then summoned up the tattered remnants of his
control long enough to mumble some disjointed comments about
the heat and moved away.
Qui-Gon finally made it across the ballroom to the foot of the
stairs. Unhappily contemplating the long flight leading to the
residential level, his rockhard cock got a sudden jolt across
the training bond from his normally well-shielded Padawan and
he wondered just what in the nine Sith hells they were doing
out there. Cursing in five languages and fervently hoping no
one else wanted to chat, he painfully made his way to the top
of the stairs, finally reaching their quarters where he
thankfully locked himself in the bathroom.
Unfortunately, his relief was doomed to be very short lived. As
he heard Obi-Wan enter the outer room, Qui-Gon realized that he
must have inadvertently been letting at least part of his
distress flow across the training bond. And, of course, his
ever-so-dedicated Padawan, that wonderfully polite, courteous
and exemplary Padawan who also just happened to have the
sexiest ass this side of Alderan, would naturally feel that it
was his duty to check up on his Master.
"Oh Force," Qui-Gon muttered to himself as he sent a silent
moan of protest out to whatever gods might be listening. Just
this once, couldn't the man be a little less conscientious? He
managed to heave himself up from the tile ledge on which he had
unceremoniously planted himself and got to the door before
Obi-Wan could.
Using pure will power fueled by terror of being discovered, the
Jedi Master summoned up enough control to reassure his
concerned Padawan that he was fine and just needed to take a
shower and go to bed. Having finally persuaded the young man to
return to the party, he gave a sigh of relief and decided the
shower was a REALLY good idea.
Quickly stripping out of his sweat-soaked clothes, Qui-Gon
turned the cold tap on to its maximum setting and stepped in.
He hoped the cold water and soothing thoughts might lower the
fire enough so he could get some sleep tonight. Looking down at
his still painfully hard cock though, he almost swore the thing
leered at him and winked. Realizing then that it would need a
lot more persuading than just a cold shower, Qui-Gon sighed
mournfully; this was going to be a long hot night indeed.
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