Summary: Qui-Gon has some happy moments, then loses something
very important.
Notes: This story belongs in an AU universe I'm working on. It
was supposed to be a simple PWP to take my mind away from a
fight scene I'm having problems with, but then angst infested
it. Many thanks to Sar and Ange for their suggestions. I didn't
like "phallus" either. Obi is 18-20 in this story.
Disclaimer: (dis KLAM er) , n. A denial, disavowal, or
renunciation, as of a title, claim, interest, estate, or trust;
relinquishment or waiver of an interest or estate. A public
disavowal, as of pretensions, claims, opinions, and the like.
Qui-Gon glanced up from the report he was writing to see his
Padawan emerge from the cleansing room, his skin glowing pinkly
and his hair still dripping. One towel was wrapped loosely
around the younger man's hips and another was draped across his
shoulders. His eyes met Qui-Gon's as he glided to the center of
the room, then stopped and began to towel-dry his spiky hair,
closing his eyes and arching his back. It was a pose if Qui-Gon
had seen one, but still his heart skipped a beat at the sight.
That boy would be the death of him. No ... not a boy. He had
been a man for half a year now.
The Jedi Master tore himself away from the display of desire in
front of him and back to his computer terminal. He was damned
if he'd let Obi-Wan seduce him so easily. His apprentice's
frustration at being ignored pulsated through their bond.
Obi-Wan stood there a while longer, then sighed. "Well, Master,
I've had enough of battling Integral Transforms for the night.
I think I shall retire. Unless you have further need of me..."
"No, no. Sleep well, my apprentice." Qui-Gon absentmindedly
waved him off.
Obi-Wan reluctantly walked to his bedroom, Qui-Gon watching him
from the corner of his eye. When he reached the doorway,
Qui-Gon said, without looking away from his data-screen,
"Obi-Wan?"
The young man stopped and looked back hopefully.
"My bed tonight, Padawan."
"As my Master wishes." Obi-Wan smiled and bowed slightly.
Qui-Gon turned to him and smiled back. "I will be a few minutes
longer. I have to finish this for the Council."
Obi-Wan bowed again and disappeared into his Master's bedroom.
A few minutes turned into an hour as Qui-Gon struggled with the
wording of his report. Finally, he decided that it was as good
as he could make it and went to bed.
He found Obi-Wan sleeping, sprawled out on his back. Qui-Gon
quietly disrobed and stood next to the bed, watching his
beautiful Padawan dream. Obi-Wan had kicked the covers off of
himself; his body glowed white in the reflected city-light.
Qui-Gon examined him, from the muscular legs, to his sculptured
chest, to his calloused hands. He had made this -- this was his
creation. But as much as he loved the body, more than anything,
he loved the caring heart and quick mind of his apprentice. He
liked to think that he had shaped those too.
He crawled onto the bed and lay on his side, next to Obi-Wan.
Caressing his hip and thigh, he nuzzled the soft skin behind
Obi-Wan's ear and breathed in deeply. The boy ... man ...
smelled wholesome and fresh, part spiced soap and the rest pure
Obi-Wan.
A sleepy murmur came from his apprentice. It turned into a moan
when Qui-Gon stroked down Obi-Wan's stomach to the quiescent
genitals and back up to his chest, teasing his nipples.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes slightly and grinned. Twisting around
to face Qui-Gon, he wriggled against him and kissed him
hungrily. Obi-Wan's squirming rubbed their erections together,
making them both gasp, and Qui-Gon decided that he'd had enough
foreplay. He broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, forcing
down on Obi-Wan's shoulder-blade until he was lying facedown,
his stomach pressed against the soft sheets.
Still lying on his side, Qui-Gon traced a line down Obi-Wan's
spine with a finger. He slipped his hand between Obi-Wan's legs
and rubbed the sensitive flesh of the inner thigh. Obediently,
Obi-Wan spread his legs wider to allow his Master greater
access. Qui-Gon fondled the warm sac he found there, cupping
the balls and gently squeezing.
When Qui-Gon grazed the soft skin behind Obi-Wan's balls
lightly with a fingertip, Obi-Wan gasped and shuddered.
Chuckling softly, Qui-Gon continued to tickle that spot until
Obi-Wan was writhing and panting. Then he let his fingers move
farther back, where they circled the entrance to Obi-Wan's
body. First one finger, then a second slipped in easily.
Obi-Wan had prepared himself well.
Not able to wait any longer, Qui-Gon reached across Obi-Wan to
the bedside table and poured oil onto his hand from the bottle
that sat there. He quickly stroked his penis, lubricating it
and bringing it to full hardness. Kneeling between Obi-Wan's
legs, he slipped one hand underneath his Padawan's stomach to
pull him up to his knees. The other hand guided his erection to
the prepared opening. He thrust in smoothly, burying himself in
his apprentice's body.
After he was fully inside, he leaned over and kissed Obi-Wan's
shoulders, licking away the salty sweat there. Sucking on his
neck, he pressed his body firmly against Obi-Wan's, covering
him completely. He gently rocked in and out, leisurely making
love to his precious Obi-Wan, just as slowly stroking the man's
penis.
Ignoring Obi-Wan's pleas of 'faster', he moved steadily, trying
to make this last as long as he could. Far too soon, he felt
Obi-Wan tense as his climax came upon him, hot fluid spurting
onto his hand while Obi-Wan groaned and shuddered. Satisfied,
he thrust hard into Obi-Wan once more and allowed his own
orgasm to overtake him.
When he felt he could move again, Qui-Gon rolled over to his
side and clutched Obi-Wan tightly against him, watching until
he fell asleep. There were words that he wanted to say to
Obi-Wan, wanted to say so badly, but he knew that he should
never speak them. He reached out with his Force sense to see if
they were being observed.
When he was sure that they were alone, he dared to whisper, "My
Obi-Wan. My Obi-Wan."
He curled himself around his apprentice's body and slept.
TWO YEARS LATER
Qui-Gon looked up from another in an endless series of reports
to see Obi-Wan coming out of the cleansing room. He had fully
re-dressed after washing himself.
"I will be going to sleep now, Master. Unless you have further
need of me," Obi-Wan said impassively.
Qui-Gon reached out cautiously, feeling for any other
presences. Damn.
"My bed tonight, Padawan."
Obi-Wan glanced briefly upwards and Qui-Gon nodded, almost
imperceptivity. Yes, they were being watched.
Obi-Wan grimaced slightly and bowed. "As my Master wishes."
Qui-Gon continued to work on his report, hoping to outwait the
watcher, finally feeling the presence leave. Slowly, he walked
into his bedroom and found Obi-Wan lying there on his side, the
sheets pulled up to his bare chest. Obi-Wan lay with his back
to him, rigid, and Qui-Gon could feel anxiety and loathing
coming off of his apprentice. As he watched him, tears blurred
his vision. This was his creation. With his own hands, he had
made this.
He undressed and crawled into bed. When he reached out and
touched the other man's shoulder, Obi-Wan flinched away. He
sighed and dropped his hand to his side.
"Obi-Wan, they've left, but may come back. You must stay a
little while longer, " he whispered. "I'm sorry, but I have
to..."
"Do what you have to do, Qui-Gon, but do it quickly, so I can
leave," came the cold reply.
Qui-Gon laid on his back and reached between his own legs,
stroking himself mechanically. They might check the laundry
tomorrow, so he had to add some realism to this travesty. He
forced himself to come quickly, then wiped the fluid into the
sheets next to him.
He whispered again. "That's long enough. You may go, Obi-Wan."
Without a word, Obi-Wan got out of bed, grabbed his clothes,
and left.
Qui-Gon did not watch him go.
When he heard the door slide shut, Qui-Gon took the pillow that
Obi-Wan's head had rested on and smelled it, breathing in
deeply. It still had Obi-Wan's scent on it, as much of Obi-Wan
as he would ever have again.
He cradled the pillow to his chest, curled himself around it
and did not sleep.
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