Author's Note: Upon request of many people (whom I now adore),
I wrote a sequel. My brother was all too willing to 'torment'
me with a couple more hours of playing only 'La Bomba' on
repeat. Again, thanks to those who encouraged me. Many thanks
to my Master, Master Erbyé, for the love and adoration
shown.
Archive: Master Apprentice, SWAL, anywhere you like just tell
me.
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Rating: PG, HC (The Christian Coalition is watching you...)
Warnings: None. All fluff.
Spoilers: None.
Category: Romance, Angst, umm....
Summary: Sequel to 'La Copa de la Vida'. Tenplí get
freaked out.
Feedback: Yes please! I adore feedback! (engelhasse@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, God Lucas does. Tenplí
is my own, however. He enjoys hanging around my apartment,
especially if there are pictures of Obi-Wan on the walls. Humor
him, and don't sue me. I need the little money I make working
to pay for my education and keep buying more Obi-Wan posters
for Tenplí.
Es una bebida que cambiando tu vida...
Tenplí stalked off to his room alone. He could never
face Obi-Wan now. Obi-Wan knew that he liked him. Tenplí
had read that knowledge from his crush's face. And he still had
three more weeks of training that he would have to deal with
the young man! //Young man indeed. You spend half your classes
just watching him!// Tenplí yelled at himself. He
couldn't afford to be weak, not now. He would have to kill his
feelings for the other Padawan, or be completely unable to
concentrate on his lessons, between staring at Obi-Wan,
thinking about him, and also ducking Obi-Wan's gaze.
Una gotita de nada...
It seemed like it shouldn't be that big of a deal, but it would
interfere with everything. Tenplí sighed, and palmed the
lock to his room. It slid open without a sound, and closed
equally fast behind him. He rubbed his temples, where a
headache was growing, and sat down to meditate, and destroy his
feelings for Obi-Wan. He could find another, and Obi-Wan
definitely wouldn't be interested now. //Perhaps he would...//
Tenplí allowed himself a moment of hope.
Te vuelve loca...
Tenplí gave into a moment of possible reality, imagining
the next day's class. Maybe Obi-Wan, now knowing of
Tenplí's attraction to him, would be nicer, not so cold.
Maybe Tenplí himself would stop being so withdrawn from
Obi-Wan. He smiled dreamily, and allowed a fantasy.
Loca divertida...
He would walk in, and Obi-Wan would draw him off to a corner,
and kiss him. He would whisper that he hadn't known, that
Tenplí was quite attractive also, and would he care to
join Obi-Wan later in his rooms for some tea? Tenplí
snorted at the idea, and focused back on reality. Most likely
Obi-Wan would be uncomfortable around Tenplí and shove
him farther away. Tenplí could totally deny his
feelings, and accept that. He could accept anything. It wasn't
love or anything, just desire. And desire was a base emotion,
not something to kill over. He would accept whatever Fate threw
at him.
Agua de risa con unas gotas de rosa...
Tenplí laughed at himself. Would he now succumb to what
his Master was forever arguing with him about, and release this
desire to the Force? Or should he merely hold and release it
into a sparring match at the next lesson? He was amusing to
himself surely. It would do well in the next sparring match,
but Obi-Wan had learned his attacks with emotions and broken
down his defenses faster than any opponent he had ever fought
with before. It probably wasn't safe. Ah, so he would concede
to his absent Master yet again.
Y una aceituna sabrosa...
Tenplí was about to meditate and release his desire for
Obi-Wan to the Force, when he realized he was hungry. He didn't
want to be dragged out of a trance by his growling stomach. He
slipped his sandals back on, and trotted down to the lift that
would take him to the cafeteria. He wondered what he could eat.
//Some nerf meat would be nice, maybe some Kashyyyk olives...//
Tenplí smiled at himself. The olives grown by the
Wookiees on Kashyyyk were quite huge, and one of
Tenplí's favorite dishes.
Y en lo caliente...
The lift stopped at Tenlpí's floor, and the doors slid
open. Tenplí could only stare. The occupants were
Obi-Wan and Master Qui-Gon Jinn. Tenplí was more staring
at them kissing so passionately. //Oh, poodoo...this just
hasn't been my day for love,// Tenplí moaned to himself,
backing away. "Um, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, excuse
me!" Tenplí babbled, and fairly ran off in the other
direction.
Esa es la bomba...
Obi-Wan had sufficiently disentangled himself from his Master,
and groaned as he saw the figure dashing down the hallway. "Aw,
poodoo! That was Tenplí!" he grumbled. Qui-Gon stared
nervously after the retreating student. Obi-Wan pulled Qui-Gon
into his arms. //I am not losing you, love. Not after
just having found you,// he determined as he slipped his arms
around Qui-Gon's waist. "Obi-Wan, it may be better..." Qui-Gon
began, sighing heavily with pain. Obi-Wan cut him off with a
quick kiss, and stopped him. "No. You are not burying your
feelings for me. We can't go back, and I don't want to. I love
you too much," Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes as if to challenge
Qui-Gon to refute his claim. Qui-Gon let a small smile tilt the
corners of his mouth, and kissed his apprentice again.
Muevete mamita que me vuelvo loco...
Tenplí firmly ensconced himself in his room, his hunger
easily forgotten. "How could I have been so stupid? And what
were they doing?" he pleaded to the ceiling, thankful that it
couldn't answer. //So my crush was kissing his Master. They are
a couple then, I shouldn't infringe on their relationship,// he
cleared his mind, ordering his thoughts into some fashion of
organization. He felt his heart tear at the edges with
jealousy, then dismissed the emotion to the force
unconsciously. //Why should I be jealous? It was just lust, not
love. And they loved each other,// Tenplí resigned
himself. He had sensed the pure love, love purer than he had
thought possible, emanating carelessly from the two men. He
could only dream that that love would be directed towards him
someday.
Emborrachadita de la bomba estás, cosa linda, cosa
mola...
Tenplí kneeled to meditate, clearing his mind. He thrust
aside the vision of the two men kissing. How Obi-Wan's hands
had tangled in Qui-Gon's hair, how their lips had met
skillfully under the curtain of loose hair from the elder
Jedi''s shoulders. How Obi-Wan's lithe body had melted against
his Master's...Tenplí shoved the idea aside. He would
not fantasize about the two men, that would be rude. Despite
how his hormones were demanding it. He relaxed, and sank into
the Force.
Sube, sube, ¡que la bomba va!
Tenplí was roused from his trance with a rap on the
door. He knew that whomever it was could have come in with
merely palming the door, but was being polite and remained
outside of the door. He nodded, and slowly got to his feet. He
didn't know who it was, but he hoped it was a messenger from
his Master with a note of early arrival. He didn't think he
could deal with his crush and his crush's partner as his only
companions the next lesson. He padded to the door, and opened
it.
Que noche con vida intensamente vivida...
It was Obi-Wan. Tenplí quickly controlled his face to
appear calm and collected, and welcomed the other Padawan
inside. 'Good evening, Obi-Wan. Can I help you?" Tenplí
asked, controlling his emotions to the best of his ability.
Obi-Wan ran his hand through his short hair nervously, and then
read through Tenplí's cool façade. //I hate it
when he does that!// Tenplí groused to himself, and
gestured for Obi-Wan to sit at the small table present in the
room. Obi-Wan nodded, and sat.
Te vas quedando colgada...
"I wanted to explain about the lift. You saw us, we know. I am
sorry for confusing you," Obi-wan began, his low voice seeming
to fill Tenplí's ears. Tenplí resisted the urge
to merely listen to Obi-Wan speak, and controlled himself. "You
were kissing. I am guessing that you are in love with Master
Jinn. I could sense it," Tenplí commented coldly, his
voice not betraying his emotions. Obi-Wan blushed.
Inofensiva, pura enamorada...
Obi-Wan nodded after the rosy color cleared from his cheeks.
"Qui-Gon and I have loved each other for a long time. Just
today did we realize that the other held the same feelings. I
know you like me, but..." Obi-Wan raised his hands in
supplication. "But you love Master Jinn. No harm done, only the
refusal of a crush. That is perfectly normal," Tenplí
finished for him. Obi-Wan smiled at the younger Padawan's
understanding. "Thank you. I felt I should explain it to you,
because you were broadcasting confusion and fear as you left
before," Obi-Wan related.
"I was?" Tenplí gulped. Obi-Wan smirked at him. "I'll
ask Master Qui-Gon to put practice on shielding and control in
tomorrow's lesson," Obi-Wan said smugly, but not arrogantly.
That much Tenplí could tell. "Yeah, yeah, that'd be
great. Could he also put down practice on the kich'o hyungs? I
need to remember those," Tenplí admitted. "Sure. Thanks
for understanding," Obi-Wan brushed a kiss on Tenplí's
cheek, and left.
Mira guapa, sale volando la ropa...
"Yeah. Thanks," Tenplí breathed, running his finger over
his cheek where Obi-Wan had kissed him. It wasn't a lover's
kiss, but a friend's. Tenplí smiled at that though, and
returned to his meditations.
Sigue bailando la luna, luna gatuna...
Obi-Wan hurried back to the room he shared with his Master.
Qui-Gon looked up as he entered, lounging on the couch reading
a data pad. "How did he take it?" Qui-Gon asked as Obi-Wan
dropped to his knees beside him. Obi-Wan was on equal height to
Qui-Gon's face, and kissed his lips softly. //Very well. He
requests that we work on shielding the mind and basic forms,
the kich'o hyungs, tomorrow,// Obi-Wan returned, suppressing a
contented sigh as Qui-Gon's tongue slid into his mouth,
caressing his own. //Mmm, good, my Padawan. We shall work on
those tomorrow. You could use some work on the shielding
yourself, considering this,// Qui-Gon teased, caressing
Obi-Wan's open mind. Obi-Wan climbed up on the couch over
Qui-Gon, their lips still locked, and smiled mentally. //Yes,
Master// Obi-Wan teased in mock obedience, yielding to
Qui-Gon's arms pulling him closer into the kiss.
¡Esa es la bomba!
Y cuando la bomba va, el amigo tiene amistad, los novios tienen
amor, y todos tienen la bomba.
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