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Summary: Okay, I couldn't help myself. The boyz live life
after the events in "Saints and Seekers."
Warning: This is about as schmoopy if you can get. I'm so
ashamed of myself. Makes no sense if you haven't read the
"Substitutions" series.
The words "Honey, I'm home," did not make it past the lips of
Obi-Wan Kenobi, but in another galaxy they might well have
done.
He hung his cloak up by the door of the small apartment he and
his lover shared in Coruscant, the eternal metropolis that was
the capitol of the Republic. Called out, "Qui-love? You awake?"
He knew his mate was here, of course, and wide awake, but it
was rare that he didn't get a greeting when he arrived home.
Perhaps the romance was dying, he thought with some amusement.
Not bloody likely. Not if last night was any indication...
"In here," called a faintly weary voice from their bedroom.
Raising an eyebrow, Obi-Wan followed the much-loved sound and
found Qui-Gon sprawled flat on his back on their bed, on top of
the covers, still wearing boots. He grinned.
"Somebody looks exhausted. The brats catching up to you?"
"They're not brats, but Force yes, I am exhausted. Ohh. I had
seven of them today. Seven! I think Yoda's really trying to
kill me after all."
Beneath the griping, Obi-Wan could easily sense the joy that
hummed in Qui-Gon. It was a joy that had been absent for far
too long, even after they had reunited and returned to
Coruscant together.
"Whatever did you do with them?"
"Erg. I thought it was a brilliant idea to take them to the
Natural Parks and let them experience some of the living Force
outside the Temple. Next time I think up anything like that
please cut both my hands off or something."
Obi-Wan tried, and failed, to repress another grin. Not that
it mattered, since Qui-Gon's eyes were closed. "I thought you
were going to work on saber-drills?"
"That was when I thought I'd only have two or three of them.
Seven eight-year-olds running around hitting me and each other
with sticks? I don't think so."
"You love them."
"Yes, I do," Qui-Gon admitted with a tired smile, opening his
eyes at last. "Every one of them. But not as much as I love the
impossible brat who lives with me; and how was his day?"
Obi-Wan sat down next to his lover on the bed, wincing when it
creaked heavily. "I think we did a number on this poor thing
last night."
"Have to get a new mattress, then."
"I think the problem is deeper than the mattress."
"A whole new bed. So what? Tell me about your day."
Smiling indulgently, the younger man traced his fingers
lightly over Qui-Gon's brow. "I spent the day saber-training no
fewer than sixteen twelve-year-olds."
Qui-Gon winced. "Now I feel rather pathetic for whining."
"You shouldn't, love. You know the twelves are the most
disciplined of the lot; they're all trying to be Padawans,
after all. I'd wager I had the far easier time of it."
"Hmph. I wish I'd known you as a twelve-year-old. So is that
all you did?"
"I was very disciplined! And no," now his eyes sparkled
mischeviously, "that's not quite all. I had a meeting with
selected members of the Council."
Now Qui-Gon sat up on his elbows and arched an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Mm-hmm."
A few minutes of silence.
Qui-Gon hit him with a pillow.
Obi-Wan yelped. "All right, all right. They're getting ready
to formally ask you if you want to return."
Qui-Gon sighed deeply and looked out the window. Obi-Wan
frowned. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be thrilled."
"Oh, I am happy, love," Qui-Gon assured him distractedly. "I
just wish I could be sure of their motives in the invitation."
"You mean you hope it's not just because I've been bothering
them so much?" Obi-Wan asked wickedly.
"Well, yes."
"You give yourself too little credit, Qui-Gon," he sighed, and
curled himself up against the larger body of his mate. "Why
can't it just be because you're one hell of a Jedi Master and
it was a tremendous loss to them when you left? Not to mention
that the whole fiasco was over something that was basically a
misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding? Is that how they see it now?"
"It's how they're coming to. You know Yoda's back in your camp
now. Plo Koon always was, and so was Saesee Tiin. Mace is
coming around, and if he does Depa's sure to follow." He
grinned. "You know how that whole Master-Padawan thing works."
Qui-Gon wrapped his arms firmly around the younger man, and
then hooked a leg around for good measure. "As long as you're
in my camp, that's the only thing I care about."
"Always." Obi-Wan leaned up for a quick kiss. "Besides, you're
doing such wonders with the children."
As always at the mention of his young charges, a light sparked
in Qui-Gon's eye. They had arrived on Coruscant almost a year
ago, with little idea of what the future would hold, save that
they would be together. For a while it seemed that even that
might not be enough; Obi-Wan trained initiates in the Temple,
but Qui-Gon, still an outcast, was left at loose ends. Feeling
without purpose, he had soon become depressed and irritable, as
any man of action might under such enforced passivity, and
Obi-Wan had seriously considered just leaving the Order and
finding somewhere where he and his love could work and live
together in peace.
Then came a windfall, in the unexpected form of Yoda. The tiny
Jedi master, after some months of grumbling, tentatively
suggested that perhaps Qui-Gon would agree to help train some
of the younger initiates--outside of the Temple, of course. It
would give the pair a small supplement to their income, give
Qui-Gon something constructive to do--and could prove a very
important test for the ex-Master.
Obi-Wan knew everything would be all right then. If Yoda was
sending children to Qui-Gon--children, the most precious
treasure of the Temple--then the little Master had forgiven his
beloved pupil his transgressions. It was time for Qui-Gon Jinn
to return to life as a Jedi.
Now Obi-Wan decided it was time to change the subject. His
lover could become quite brooding on it, if allowed. "What's
for dinner?"
Qui-Gon glared balefully at him. "I don't know. It's your
turn. Remember?"
Oops. That was still a sore point. Even having so little to do
in the early months of their return, Qui-Gon had balked at the
position of housekeeper. It had led to a few very heated
arguments:
*You're-home-all-the-time-so-you-might-as-well-do-it-anyway*
versus
*I-am-your-lover-not-a-slave-so-take-that-cooking-mitt-and-shove-it.*
"Ah. Right," Obi-Wan said. "I did forget. Uhmm...let's go see
what we have in the cooler..."
"I wish Bant would come back and make us dinner again,"
Qui-Gon said plaintively. "She's such a good cook."
"She was here just last week!" Obi-Wan laughed as he began to
rise from the bed, and was stopped by a pair of huge hands at
his waist.
"How hungry are you?" the bigger man asked, trying to sound
casual.
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "How hungry do you want me to be?"
That did it. He found himself flat on his back before he could
say "Bantha," and Qui-Gon was straddling him with a soft smile
on his face. "I was hoping you could wait a half-hour or so."
Obi-Wan laid his hands on two muscular thighs, feeling their
heat beneath the cloth of Qui-Gon's leggings, then allowed his
hands to travel up and cup a growing erection. "Wait another
second for this?" he breathed. "I don't think so."
Qui-Gon lowered his head, still wearing that sweet smile that
made Obi-Wan's insides feel shaky, and kissed him lightly. "I
missed you today." Another kiss. "Watching the little hooligans
run around," kiss, "I was thinking," kiss, "how much you would
have enjoyed," kiss, "the gardens today."
Obi-Wan sighed in happiness, running his fingers through the
wonderful mane of hair his love sported, then trailing them
down to caress the short beard. "Mm. We'll have to go there
soon." He groaned slightly as a warm tongue began to bathe his
neck. "Do they--ooh!--still have that jubba-jub tree?"
"The one you used to climb? Oh yes."
"I wasn't thinking of climbing it. I was thinking of climbing
you under it." Obi-Wan's hand now made its way underneath
Qui-Gon's tunic. "Ah. What have we here?" He pinched a pebbled
nipple lightly.
"Ohh," Qui-Gon moaned, his hips grinding a bit against the
other man's. "Umm, I love that, yes, beloved...ah. Yes.
Climbing me under the tree? A bit public, don't you think?
Ooh." He began to nibble Obi-Wan's earlobe in revenge.
"Not what I have planned," Obi-Wan said throatily. "We'd sit
behind the tree and cover ourselves with our cloaks so it would
just look like we were sitting very close together."
"Hmm?" Still rubbing their hips together, Qui-Gon was
beginning to sound very interested. "Do go on."
"And then we could touch each other under the cloaks and no
one would see."
"Ah?" Qui-Gon's breathing quickened at the image. "And how
would you touch me, my Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan slid a hand between their bodies. Qui-Gon arched up
hastily so that they could untie each other's leggings. Two
thickened penises were freed, and the bigger man lowered
himself down with a groan of relief, hissing at the contact of
hot flesh as they began to rub together.
"I'd slip my hand in your pants, Qui. Hmm, what then? I think
I'd start by just rubbing my thumb against that little spot
under the head you like so much. You'd be leaking by the time I
finished, and then I'd rub the stuff all over..."
Qui-Gon groaned deeply, and pushed himself more forcefully
into Obi-Wan's hips. A little surprised at how excited they
were both getting at this fantasy, Obi-Wan continued. "You'd
like that, wouldn't you? I bet you would. You'd be wriggling
and trying not to look like you were wriggling, in case anybody
came by..."
"Uh-huh. Ooh! That's good! And then...then...I'd cup and
stroke those fine, heavy balls of yours until you started
begging me--yeeOWCH don't bite that!--fine, asking me to
finish you off..."
"Finish me off," Qui-Gon growled into his ear.
"Hold on now, don't let's jump the gun, this fantasy is for--"
"Finish me off, damn you!" Qui-Gon roared, and gripped
his lover's hips in hands that seemed to be made of iron,
grinding their cocks together ruthlessly and swiveling their
hips so that the most sensitive parts were in constant contact.
"Obi-Wan," he was gasping now, licking and biting at the
younger man's throat, "need you, always, so beautiful, all
mine...Obi-Wan!"
The passion had flared as suddenly and angrily as a flash
fire, and Obi-Wan was overwhelmed by it. Caught completely
off-guard, he bucked his hips upward, screamed, and came so
hard his bones rattled. Even so, he reflected dimly, there
seemed to be an awful lot of cum on his stomach for just one
orgasm, and then he realized Qui-Gon had climaxed too, and was
now sagging slowly down on top of him, gasping and sobbing for
breath in the wake of the explosion.
A few moments of recovery, and then a huge hand stroked
Obi-Wan's hair timidly. "Are...love, I'm sorry, are you all
right?"
Obi-Wan exhaled. "Oh, yes. I'll have to remember to tell you
my fantasies more often."
A rueful chuckle. "Not while I'm inside you. It could get
downright dangerous, if this is the result."
"Who needs fantasy when you're inside me? That was very good
loving, Qui. Thank you."
"Thank you. Ahh, I needed that." Pause. "I always need
it, actually."
Obi-Wan grinned up at the ceiling, running his fingers through
the wonderful hair as Qui-Gon's head rested in the curve of his
throat. "I am always happy to provide. You know, Jedi, living
to serve, et cetera."
"Hmm." Obi-Wan could feel the smile forming against his skin.
Then he felt his lover's mood shift subtly through the bond
they shared, even as Qui-Gon raised his head to look down into
the other man's eyes. "There are times," he said softly, "when
in spite of all reason, I love you so much that I think I am
going to die of it."
It was some few moments before Obi-Wan could speak, after
that. He was not a sentimental person, but once in a while
Qui-Gon's endearments could knock the breath right out of him.
He wished he had the imagination to respond as his lover
deserved. But no, Qui-Gon did not 'imagine' these things; they
were sincerely felt and straight from his heart. "I love you
too," was all Obi-Wan could manage.
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