If They Only Knew

by obi-ki

Archive: MA, anyone else please ask.

Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan

Catagory: PWP, Qui/Obi

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None

Spoilers: Not really.

Summary: Some situations are not as they appear.

Disclaimers: Everything Star Wars belongs to George Lucas and Lucasfilms. I am just playing in his world, borrowing the boyz and their accomplices and will return them all when I'm through. No money is being made from this, it is all done for entertainment only.

Author's notes: This story was written for Jedi Plushie Theater/Bedtime stories at ConneXions 2004 and is dedicated to the people who shared that wonderful experience with me. Hopefully the story will provide some enjoyement even without the visual effects. Hope you enjoy.

Feedback: Please, online or off at kiowkqgj@yahoo.com

Obi-Wan had just dropped down into a chair to remove his boots when a knock on the door commanded his attention. Grudgingly, he rose to his feet and palmed the door open to find his Varalian liaison standing there, shifting nervously from foot to foot. "How can I help you, Minjer Hyos?"

"Sorry to disturb you, Jedi Kenobi, but moments after you left the negotiation hall, Minjer Dahai informed me that the additional Jedi representative that he requested will be arriving at Rhen Var's main spaceport in less than a half hour," Hyos said.

Trying to keep his annoyance and surprise from tainting his tone, Obi-Wan asked, "Has Minjer Dahai requested that I meet the transport?"

"No, he said he would be meeting the transport himself," Hyos replied.

"No doubt so he can speak to the new Jedi privately concerning the perceived bias with regard to the Rhenetti concerns," he added sarcastically.

"So how may I be of assistance at this late hour, Minjer Hyos?" Obi-Wan asked again.

Hyos' expression shifted from annoyed to chagrined as he said, "My dilemma is a bit more pedantic, Jedi Kenobi. It seems that a pipe burst in the quarters that were prepared for the second Jedi ambassador and we won’t be able to get it repaired until tomorrow morning. All the other suites are occupied so I was hoping you wouldn’t find it too much of an imposition to share your quarters, just for tonight."

"That would be fine," Obi-Wan answered, duty winning over his personal wants.

Obviously relieved, Minjer Hyos thanked him profusely and headed for the door, informing him that his guest would be escorted to the quarters after meeting with Minjer Dahai.

As the door slid closed, Obi-Wan settled back into his chair, struggling to release his frustration as he unbuckled his boots. He was surprised that the Council had agreed to Minjer Dahai's request for a second Jedi negotiator and more than a little annoyed that he hadn't been informed beforehand that someone would be joining him. The treaty was pretty straightforward and he was convinced that he was fully capable of representing both factions without prejudice. But Dahai didn’t like the fact that one person was handling both sides of the negotiations and wanted a Jedi present whose only concern would be the issues of the Rhenetti.

Groaning aloud in frustration, Obi-Wan set aside his boots as he rose from his chair. Since Rhen Var was not at war and this treaty was basically routine, there was no way the Council would assign two active Jedi negotiators to this so Obi-Wan was sure that the second Jedi would be some dried up old fart whose name hadn't been on the mission roster in a decade. He was also sure that any lack of recent experience would not keep said relic from lecturing in great detail on the proper way to negotiate a treaty.

Picking up his boots, Obi-Wan headed into the bedroom, intent on taking a nice long shower and relaxing before he was forced to relinquish the spacious bedroom and comfortable bed for the rather lacking pull out sofa in the sitting room. He undressed quickly, shoving his dirty clothing in the bottom of his travel bag and pulling out a clean inner tunic, linens and leggings before heading into the refresher.

Setting the water as hot as he could stand it, Obi-Wan stood under the water for a few minutes, allowing the pounding spray to beat the tension from his body. Releasing his mental frustration was not going to be quite as easy. As he scrubbed away the day's sweat and grime, he considered the current situation. After nine days of senseless bickering, he still didn't have a signed treaty and, with this new addition, the situation was going from bad to worse. Now, he would not only have to get the Rhenetti and the Varallians to agree on each petty issue, he would also have to get concurrence from his new partner. He could almost hear the well meaning but condescending prattle from a Master who would surely feel that he or she definitely knew more than a two–year Knight possibly could no matter how many treaty negotiations he had participated in.

Turning off the water, Obi-Wan struggle to release his frustration as he reached for a towel. Rubbing his heat-pinked skin with the soft nap, he drew in a few deep breaths, exhaling out his annoyance with the air.

If things remained true to form, the repairs on that burst pipe would end up taking days and he would be sharing these rooms for Force knew how long. The last thing he wanted to do was waste his last few private moments on useless irritation.

After dressing in the clothing he had laid out, Obi-Wan grabbed a couple bottles Lomin-ale from the small cooler and settled into the soft leather conforming chair with the datapad containing the racy adventure novel he was reading. It didn't take long for him to lose himself in the exploits of the captain and his catamite, both on the seas and in the bedchamber. He had just started on his second bottle of ale and begun reading a rather explicit sex scene, when the knock on the door drew him from his reading. Steeling his reserves, he closed down his datapad, placed it on the table and walked to the door.

"Thank you for your understanding in this matter, Jedi Kenobi," Minher Hyos said as soon as the door slid open. Looking between Obi-Wan and the older Jedi standing at his side, Hyos added, "Please contact me if you need anything further."

"Thank you for your courtesy, Minher Hyos," the older Jedi replied. When the Varilian liaison bowed and turned back down the hallway, the Jedi Master crossed over the threshold and said, 'I hope you won't find having to share your quarters with me too much of an inconvenience, Knight Kenobi."

"We will both just have to make the best of a difficult situation, Master," Obi-Wan answered politely as he pressed his palm against the door control. By the time the door slid fully closed, all traces of that polite young Knight vanished as he slammed the older Jedi against the door and took his mouth in a ravenous kiss. When he finally pulled back, he looked into amused blue eyes and asked, "How is the name of all the gods did you finagle the Council into assigning you to be the representative for the Rhenetti?" Before the other man could answer, he added, "And where is Anakin?"

Dropping a quick kiss to Obi-Wan half opened mouth, Qui-Gon chuckled, "One question at a time, love." He buried his nose against Obi-Wan's hair, breathed deeply and sighed, "Fresh showered Obi-Wan, one of my favorite scents." He nipped at Obi-Wan's earlobe and traced a path of kisses down his neck before Obi-Wan took a step backwards and forced him to meet his gaze. "Sorry, got distracted." He leaned in for another kiss and then asked with a hint of a whine. "Can't the questions wait until after we've fucked each other into incoherence?"

"I don’t think conversation in that state would be very enlightening."

Flicking off the sitting room lights with the Force, Obi-Wan took Qui-Gon's hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. "Just give me the condensed version. I'll even get you naked while you talk."

"Oh, that's really going to help my focus," Qui-Gon grumbled.

Pulling Qui-Gon's bag off his shoulder, Obi-Wan tossed it into the corner and started unbuckling his belt. "You’re a Jedi Master, for Force sake. I'm sure you can manage. Now talk."

"Anakin is on his mandatory two tens jungle survival training junket to Garqi," Qui-Gon explained. "I convinced the assignment's master that it would be more beneficial to the padawans if they chose younger masters and knights as chaperones for the trip."

"That conversation is probably an interesting story in its own right but that can wait until later," Obi-Wan remarked. "And getting assigned this mission?"

"I was in Eeth Koth's office, waiting for him so we could spar, when he got the call from the Rhenetti liaison looking for a second representative," Qui-Gon said. "The man was convinced that the only way his people's needs would be fully reflected would be with separate representation and was going on at great length about it. Finally, so he could end the call, Eeth told him the Council would consider his request and he would get back to him. After grumbling for a while about annoying politicians, he pulled out the duty roster but threw it aside a minute later, saying he would deal with it after he took out his frustrations by beating my arse in the salles."

"So you got this assignment by letting him win?" Obi-Wan asked incredulously.

"Really, Obi-Wan. After all these years, you should know me better than that," Qui-Gon scoffed. "I don’t even let you win and that would get me mind blowing sex."

"As if you need to do anything besides breathe for that," Obi-Wan huffed before he continued removing Qui-Gon's clothing and waited for his former master to get back to his narrative.

"Anyway, after I trounced him in the salles, we shared late meal and he was whining about how thinly everyone was spread and that he didn’t know who he could get to join you on Rhen Var so I volunteered," Qui-Gon added.

"And just like that Master Koth agreed," Obi-Wan replied sarcastically.

"Give me some credit here, Qui-Gon."

"Hey, you wanted the condensed version," Qui-Gon retorted. "So after spending considerable time discussing the pros and cons of the situation, Eeth finally agreed that having me come was the best possible solution," he said evasively.

"I don’t really want to know what you had to agree to do to get this assignment, do I?" Obi-Wan asked, pushing Qui-Gon onto the edge of the bed so that he could remove his boots.

Qui-Gon at least had the decency to look somewhat sheepish as he answered, "Not really, no." After his boots were set aside, he pulled Obi-Wan's down for a deep kiss and when he released him, his eyes were sparkling with mischief. "I'll do everything within my power to make sure it's definitely worth the cost, starting now." With that, he collapsed back onto the bed, drawing Obi-Wan with him.

Kneeing Qui-Gon's legs apart so that he could settle between them, Obi-Wan pulled his tunic over his head before initiating a kiss. The kiss was slow and deep and methodical, swipes of his tongue interspersed with tiny nips of Qui-Gon's luscious lips. He explored the mouth under his thoroughly until they were both panting and his hard cock was compressed almost painfully inside the confines of his leggings. "Missed you so much," he whispered but before he could decide what to do next, he was flipped onto his back with Qui-Gon pressed against the full length of his body.

"Hey," was all Obi-Wan managed to get out before he was silenced by Qui-Gon's mouth. Giving as good as he had gotten, Qui-Gon explored Obi-Wan's mouth, licking, tasting and biting until Obi-Wan's lips were red and puffy. "So beautiful. Is it any wonder I would sell my soul to the Sith himself to be with you?" Qui-Gon said before moving his mouth to Obi-Wan's neck.

Obi-Wan breathed out a low moan as Qui-Gon's teeth bit down and a patch of skin was sucked into his lover's mouth. Qui-Gon continued to move lower, sucking and biting at bronze nipples until they stood at attention and Obi-Wan was writhing beneath him. He licked his way down the center of Obi-Wan's chest until the waistband of his leggings impeded his progress. Kneeling up, he placed his thumbs at each side of the waistband and pulled down slowly. "These have to go."

"Sith, yes," Obi said as he lifted his hips to help. The slight raise of his hips became an arch of pleasure as Qui-Gon leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock. "Yours too," he ordered when Qui-Gon knelt back up. "Lube's in the drawer."

Both eyebrows rose in query as Qui-Gon rose from the bed and pulled off his leggings. "And just why would you have lube in your bedside table. Any recent partners you'd care to tell me about, Knight Kenobi?"

The smile in Qui-Gon's eyes insured Obi-Wan that he was just teasing so he played along. "Well even though it's been a few long and lonely tens, there have only been two. My right hand when I've been reading the porn, I mean letters, you've been sending me, and the dildo in the drawer beside the lube, that I used during a certain rather graphic holonet transmission I received a few nights ago."

"Porn and holosex. I didn’t realize you were so kinky, Knight Kenobi,"

Qui-Gon replied. "Though I must admit to having enjoyed my share of holosex over the years. Especially the return feed that I received the other night."

"Return feed?" Obi-Wan asked, swallowing visibly.

Grabbing the lube and settling back between Obi-Wan's spread legs, Qui-Gon responded with an exaggerated shrug. "You didn’t think I made that tape purely for selfless reasons, did you love?" He ran one finger along the length of Obi-Wan's erect shaft and added huskily. "I set the computer to create a two way transmission when you opened the file and record the incoming stream. I was teaching a seminar that day and I spent the entire time anticipating returning to our quarters to see the result of my efforts."

Obi-Wan reached down and mimicked Qui-Gon's gesture as he asked, "And did it meet your expectations?"

"Definitely. You can see for yourself if you'd like," Qui-Gon said, cocking his head in the direction of his abandoned bag. "I tossed the vid-chip I made from the transmission in my bag when I packed."

Embarrassed by the idea that Qui-Gon had made a permanent copy of his solitary exploits, Obi-Wan's face blushed a deep red and he stammered, "I'll pass on that for the moment, thank you." He grabbed the lube from his lover, squeezed some onto his palm and wrap his hand around Qui-Gon's cock as he added, "There are other more pressing things I would rather be doing right now."

Arching into Obi-Wan's slick palm, Qui-Gon moaned in pleasure and grabbed the lube back from his partner. Slicking his fingers, he brought them to the opening of Obi-Wan's body and pushed in. "Was this the type of pressing thing you had in mind?"

"Fuck yes," Obi-Wan, hissed before regaining his composure and continuing their verbal game. "That's a good start, though I was hoping to work up to something more substantial," he added as he continued to stroke Qui-Gon's erection.

Qui-Gon stroked his fingers into Obi-Wan a few more times before pulling them out and lifting Obi-Wan's ankles to his shoulders. Shifting forward, he positioned his cock and pushed in. "Wouldn’t want to disappoint."

The verbal banter ended almost with the first stroke, replaced by moans, groans, grunts and things like, "more", "harder", "yes", "right there" as Qui-Gon slowly pushed in and pulled out of Obi-Wan's body. The capacity for coherent thought was swallowed by the growing pleasure and the tens they had spent apart fueled their need.

Soon slow was no longer enough for either of them. Leaning one hand on the wall behind Obi-Wan's head to brace himself and wrapping the other around Obi-Wan's cock, Qui-Gon increased the pace and soon was pounding into his lover.

"Close, so close," Obi-Wan moaned as the magnificent feeling of Qui-Gon filling him and hitting his prostate on each pass brought him right to the edge.

"Wait, wait for me," Qui-Gon ordered as he slammed harder into his lover.

Hanging on by shear dint of will, Obi-Wan waited, eyes locked on Qui-Gon's face as he stroked into him. Finally, Qui-Gon tossed his head back, arched his back and stilled within him.

Tightening his grip on Obi-Wan's penis, Qui-Gon moaned, "now" and emptied his seed into his lover.

"Yes," Obi-Wan cried as he let go and his semen spurted over his lover's fist.

They rode the tremors of their orgasms out together until, finally spent, Qui-Gon's softening shaft slipped from Obi-Wan's body and he collapsed on the bed beside him. They lay there in silence for quite some time, just content to be in each other company after their separation.

Finally, Obi-Wan found the energy to speak and asked the million credit question that Qui-Gon had evaded earlier. "So what exactly did you have to commit us to so that Master Koth would assign you this mission?"

"It really won’t be that bad Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon began. "It's only a ten and we will be together."

"Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan rebuked.

Taking a deep breath and suddenly looking like he was facing his own execution, Qui-Gon blurted out, "We'll be organizing and chaperoning the padawan cold-weather survival trip to Hoth."

"You can’t be serious," Obi-Wan complained. "That trip is a horror even for the padawans. We'll never get any other masters and knights to volunteer to chaperone with us."

An evil twinkle appeared in Qui-Gon's eyes as he suggested, "I can think of one thing we might offer as an incentive for volunteering."

The wicked glint in his master's eyes should have been enough to keep Obi-Wan from asking but much like gawkers slowing down to ogle a speeder wreck, he just couldn’t resist. "And just what could we have to offer that would make any sane Jedi volunteer to spend a ten day in that frozen wasteland supervising a gaggle of immature padawans?"

Sliding to the far side of the bed, Qui-Gon's answered with mock bravado. "Well, since you've repeatedly told me how many heartbroken Jedi where left behind when you and I bonded, I was thinking that I could make copies of the vid chip I made and offer it to some of them in exchange for chaperoning the trip."

Before Obi-Wan could get over his shock enough to manage a reply, Qui-Gon sprinted from the bed, calling out, "I'm hungry, want anything?" as he disappeared through the doorway. Obi-Wan watched him leave, shock turning to chuckles as he remembered the innumerable people who had told him in no uncertain terms that he was an idiot for wasting his youth by tying himself to a staid and priggish man like Qui-Gon Jinn. His chuckles turned to outright laughter. If they only knew.

The End.