Disclaimers: A Long time ago in a Galaxy Far Far Away, George
Lucas created Star Wars. And he looked at it and saw that it
was good. And all was right in the world. But then, we saw that
Obi-Wan doth look upon Qui-Gon with lust, and that Mr. Lucas
was not likely to included that in the next movie, so we said
screw it and wrote it ourselves, even though we do not make any
money of of this. And all was right with the world.
Note: By popular demand, this is a sequel to my other story,
The Rapunzel Syndrome. P.S. I don't use beta- readers, so any
mistakes are purely my own. Sorry.
It was still dark out when Qui-Gon awoke to the thrum of the
nightly rains on the roof. Disorientated, he pushed himself
half-upright before realizing he was lying on the bed of the
room provided to him and his apprentice during their stay on
Tel'har.
He lay back down, still a bit confused. When had he gone to
bed? The last thing he remembered was going over the daily
reports and Obi-Wan was combing his...Obi-Wan. The younger man
was sound asleep next to him. That explained it. He must have
fallen asleep when Obi-Wan was combing his hair. He chided
himself on his lack control. Where were his much- vaunted Jedi
skills now, to let him fall asleep so easily and deeply that
his apprentice had to put him to bed?
Still, it had been so relaxing, to let someone else take over
the tedious chore of disentangling his unruly locks. He had
often been tempted to simply cut his hair short and be damned
with it and probably would have, except for the fact he would
rather not look like a Padawan so late in his life.
His own Padawan was snoring faintly and Qui-Gon shifted to his
side to look at him. Now there was the perfect hairstyle.
Short, easy to care for, aside from the long braid there was
only the short tail in the back to worry about. Quite unlike
his own that seemed to knot up every time he washed it.
Brushing it out sometimes became quite a task.
Not that Obi-Wan had seemed to mind. Never had anyone taken so
much time and care while brushing his hair. His apprentice had
actually seemed to enjoy it, taking a great deal of time at it.
In fact...
His eyes narrowed as he regarded the serene face of his
sleeping Padawan. In fact, the young man had seemed to enjoy it
a great deal, touching a bit more than necessary, brushing long
after all the tangles had been worked free. Now that he looked
back at it, little fragments of thought seemed to come to him,
something about to feel of his hair, rubbing it somewhere...
His eyes widened as the thought completed itself. He looked at
his apprentice pensively. Had Obi-Wan actually thought that and
accidentally transferred the notion to him as he slept? Or was
it just a dream of his own, wishful thinking that the young man
might actually want...
Dangerous territory, that. The counsel didn't actually mind a
master/apprentice coupling, providing they were both consenting
adults. It actually occurred quite often, a natural expression
of caring between those who were so closely bonded. There was
no shame in loving and being loved.
But it could also cause tension in the relationship, as lovers
tended to seek equality. Master and Padawan, by their very
definition, could not be equals. The idea of such a balance was
hazardous. And so Qui-Gon had pushed aside any thought of a
sexual relationship with his apprentice, unwilling to put their
current bond at risk.
In any case, it was -consenting- adults and Obi-Wan had shown
no interest in deepening their bond.
Until tonight.
He realized he was practically hovering over the young man,
drinking in his sudden appeal. This would not do, he thought, a
little desperately. Just the thought of this beautiful young
man desiring him was arousing him unbearably. He pulled back a
bit, centering himself, seeking calm. As he moved a few strands
of his hair slipped over his shoulders to lightly brush
Obi-Wan's face.
His eyes blinked open, then flared wide at the sight above him.
His master, above him, eyes closed while the length of his hair
was tumbling into a curtain around both their faces.
"Master?"
Qui-Gon's eyes snapped open at that sleep-husky whisper. Their
eyes caught and held, questions asked and answered in a moment
of suspended time. And then Qui-Gon leaned forward, banishing
all distance between them as he pressed his lips to those of
his apprentice. It was a chaste kiss, a seeking kiss, testing
for a response that Obi-Wan was more than eager to give.
Obi-Wan reached up and held the other man's face between his
palms, holding him still as he deepened the kiss, running his
tongue over Qui-Gon's lips before dipping inside. He explored
the depths of that soft mouth before pulling back slightly,
sucking gently on Qui-Gon's lower lip.
Qui-Gon inhaled sharply and pulled back, trying to retain some
control. But as he kissed his was down the line of Obi-Wan's
jaw to his neck, he dimly realized that this was not the way to
maintain discipline. The fact that the young man was arching
beneath him gasping and writhing under the caresses was not
helping.
Even as he thought it, he didn't stop, tugging aside his
Padawan's nightclothes to expose the lightly haired chest. He
ran his fingers through the crisp curls and Obi-Wan shuddered
in response, silently begging for more. Qui-Gon smiled, a
surprisingly wicked smile that had Obi-Wan tensing in
anticipation.
Lowering his head, he allowed his hair to fall forward,
brushing over the young man's chest, the feather-light tendrils
teasing his nipples. He kissed his way down the muscled chest,
the length of his hair trailing behind him, until he came to
the sleeping pants his apprentice wore. He traced the hard cock
through the thin fabric with his fingers and was rewarded with
a moan. He squeezed and stroked that heat until Obi-Wan was
arching off the bed, noiselessly pleading.
Finally conceding, Qui-Gon tugged the pants down and off,
tossing them impatiently aside. The cock that he had been
teasing so delicately bounced into view, crimson and taut, the
tip leaking clear fluid. He closed his eyes, inhaling that
seductive, musky scent before he leaned forward, flicking his
tongue over the head of that cock, tasting the salty-bitterness
of pre-cum and Obi-Wan made a sound that was closer to a shout
than a moan. Qui-Gon ran his tongue over the shaft, licking and
tasting, ignoring the pleas above him.
Obi-Wan was on the edge of madness. He wanted to be taken, to
be -in- that warm mouth. He caught Qui-Gon's head in his hands,
only to have them captured and held down. Completely helpless
now, he could only lie there and endure. That soft tongue
swirled over the head of his cock and he arched upwards,
wanting only to be surrounded by that heat, but Qui-Gon pulled
up and back.
"Easy, my love," he whispered against the soft skin of Obi-
Wan's inner thigh, and the young man thrilled at the
endearment, before all thought deserted him as Qui-Gon took his
throbbing cock deep into his mouth.
It was like being enclosed in tight, wet velvet and he nearly
screamed at the ecstasy of it. Qui-Gon's hair was spread over
Obi-Wan's stomach and thighs and every time Qui-Gon moved it
caressed him as well, feeling far more wondrous than any of
Obi-Wan's dreams.
Qui-Gon laved that hard cock with his tongue, wetting it
thoroughly before pulling back, ignoring Obi-Wan's cries of
protest. He skimmed quickly out of his own clothes and
straddled the younger man. Obi-Wan looking up at him with
startled eyes.
Qui-Gon gave him a quick smile, "Don't worry, my Padawan, I
won't hurt you."
He wanted to say it wasn't himself that he was worried about
but words deserted him as the older man carefully lowered
himself on that wet, pulsing cock. Qui-Gon moaned, he couldn't
help it, his control had deserted him and all his energy was
focused on the golden man below him. He was beautiful in his
passion, glistening with perspiration in the dim light, his
head thrown back, eyes closed as Qui-Gon pressed further down,
forcing Obi-Wan deeper into his body.
Of their own will Obi-Wan's hands grabbed the slim hips above
him and jerked down hard, forcing himself deeper. Qui-Gon
yelped, but not from pain, oh no, never from pain. No pain
could be this engulfing, so totally absorbing. The pleasure
seemed to vibrate between them as the moved together,
gentleness lost as they coupled fiercely.
Obi-Wan forgot about not wanting to hurt his master, forgot
everything but that tight haven surrounding his cock as he
thrust upward, those muscles contracting around him with every
plunge. It was over far too soon; his cock throbbed as he
erupted into orgasm, spurting his heated seed deep inside. He
shuddered, his body jerking helplessly as his senses were
overloaded by sheer rapture.
It was only when he finally stilled that he realized that
Qui-Gon was still moving above him, rubbing his cock between
them as he sought his own release. Using what felt like his
last ounce of energy Obi-Wan took the heated length in his hand
and squeezed. It was enough, Qui-Gon cried out and came,
spilling warm cream over Obi-Wan's hand and stomach before he
collapsed. They both groaned as Obi- Wan's softening cock slid
from Qui-Gon's body and they held each other, still trembling
with aftershocks of pleasure.
Sated, heavy with exhaustion, Obi-Wan felt sleep dragging him
downward, but he fought it, protesting dimly when his master
pulled away from him. A reassuring kiss was pressed to his
forehead and a moment later he felt a wet warmness as Qui-Gon
gently cleaned him before settling beside him again, wrapping
the sleepy young man in his arms. Obi-Wan returned the embrace,
tangling his hands possessively in Qui-Gon's silky hair as he'd
wanted to earlier that night and they both drifted to sleep,
each warmed by the other's body and love.
End
You know if I was Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan I would be seriously
wondering why every room they get only has one bed. Then again,
I wouldn't be complaining either. (eg)
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