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Okay so Layna inspired me with her Roman type snippet. This
started life as a Microfic.
Qui-Gon looked around the room for his padawan and nearly
dropped his drink. Now he knew Obi-Wan was dressing for the
occasion, but my heavens...... there he was leaning up against
the wall on the other side of the room. If he'd chosen his
place to display himself to best advantage he had done well.
Qui-Gon allowed his gaze to wander slowly over the astonishing
sight of his padawan dressed in skin tight black leather pants
slung low on his hips. Every bone and muscle was revealed.
Taking a long swig of the drink in his hand Qui-gon continued
up the lithe body to the silky smoky blue shirt was open to the
waist and seemed to be clinging to those strong shoulders in
defiance of gravity. The padawan braid had been bound with
blue, black and silver ties and a silver hoop from which hung a
teardrop shaped blue crystal graced his left ear lobe.
Qui-Gon let his eyes rove back down the glorious body, so
artfully posed for maximum effect, to the narrow boots. Funny
how such a mundane article of attire could cause such a strong
reaction, the sight of those feet encased in soft elegant
leather instead of the solid practical kind drove all Qui-Gon's
blood south.
Obi-Wan was immediately aware when his Master entered the room.
He was looking forward to Qui-Gon's reaction to his clothes.
Looking forward to it and dreading it. And he wanted to see
what the other man was wearing. Ah! Great minds do think alike.
Those amazingly long, lean legs were also clasped in form
fitting black leather pants....not so skin tight as his own but
Obi-Wan gave a sigh of approval at the subtle highlighting of
the muscles. Qui-Gon had opted for a soft, flowing white shirt
open at the neck and had tied his hair back in a single tight
braid.
He gave a further sigh of pleasure when he saw his Master move
toward him, dark blue eyes blazing. Ever since he'd arrived
he'd been avoiding sleazy approaches from the other guests. As
Qui-Gon reached him another vile individual tried to paw him.
Obi-Wan was about to repulse this one when he felt his Master
grab his shoulder and spin him around til he was leaning
against the broad chest of the older man.
With one hand still holding Obi-Wan's shoulder and the other
firmly clasping his leather clad groin Qui-Gon growled
dangerously "This little one is mine."
While allowing his body to settle against his Master's chest
and his head to fall back onto tho taller man's shoulder, he
smirked at his admirer. "Sorry," and sent a mock-offended
//Little one?// to his Master.
//These things are all relative Padawan// Qui-Gon bent and
kissed his neck, tossing over his shoulder, "Excuse us," as he
steered Obi-Wan to the other side of the room. //We are
supposed to be trying to find out whether these people are
using illegal technology not fraternising with them.//
Qui-Gon's hand was still cupping his genitals and Obi-Wan was
having to concentrate all his attention on damping his
response. He leaned his head back and whispered up at Qui-Gon,
"You are the one doing the fraternising here." Which got the
desired response as the hand squeezed gently then shifted to
the prominent hip-bone.
To Obi-Wan's dismay however his Master's voice sounded almost
mortified, "You are right Padawan, I apologise." He sensed an
odd moment of shame from his Master and a flicker of lust.
It was not unknown for a master and apprentice to form a
sexual or romantic bond but he had never received the slightest
hint from Qui- Gon that he felt anything more than warm
friendship and respect, until six weeks ago. At the end of yet
another long and exhausting round of diplomatic meetings they
had found themselves seated at the right hand of the ruler
watching the celebratory dinner descend into debauchery. More
than one couple were clearly indulging in a little of what they
presumably considered to be discreet groping under the tables
and increasingly indiscreet activity on the tables.
Obi-Wan turned to Qui-Gon to suggest they retire before things
got out of hand but the words never left his lips as he was
caught in the smouldering lust in his Master's eyes. Lust that
was directed firmly at his Padawan. For an endless moment
Obi-Wan was lost in that gaze then the deep blue eyes blinked
slowly and returned to their usual calm. Nothing was said by
either man and much as Obi-Wan wished to he never found the
right moment to raise the subject.
As they circulated the room seeking the Force signature of the
technology that was rumoured to be here, Obi-Wan considered
their relationship. He decided he liked the sensation of his
Master's hands on him. He tested the water. //We would cover
the room more efficiently if we split up Master.//
And received a decidedly protective reply. //I do not think
that is a good idea Padawan.//
They were standing beside a long window that looked over the
ubiquitous sky scape of Coruscant when a heavy set man,
expensively dressed with two obvious body guards flanking him,
stopped in front of them. He ran appraising eyes over Obi-Wan
but spoke to Qui-Gon. "What would you require for the boy?"
Obi-Wan stiffened then leaned back rubbing his spine against
Qui-Gon. //Boy?// His mental tone was indignant.
Qui-Gon tightened his arm around Obi-Wan's waist. "He is not
available." //Stay calm Padawan.// "For any price."
The thug smiled. "I can offer a great deal."
//Perhaps he can give us information Master.// Obi-Wan moved
so that he was standing beside his Master, curved against his
side and within the circle of his arm.
//No Padawan.//
"Whatever you want, I can give it to you or get if for you."
Qui-Gon considered the man. "He is not mine to sell."
//Why not Master? We have not found anything useful.//
//We can get the information without prostituting ourselves.//
"Then perhaps the boy is open to my offer." His hard eyes
moved to Obi-Wan's, "What would you require for a night of your
company?"
Obi-Wan ran his finger along his Master's thigh. "I have all I
require right here."
//Really?// Qui-Gon sounded amused through the bond.
"Are you sure? I can offer you quite a lot."
Obi-Wan traced the bulge in Qui-Gon's groin. "I have more than
enough already. I doubt you could offer me more," and he let
his gaze slide insolently down the heavy man's body.
//Careful Obi-Wan we don't want to make enemies here.// Qui-
Gan shrugged his shoulders and said apologetically. "You must
make allowances for new lovers."
The man also shrugged "You are fortunate to find such
loyalty," and moved away.
Qui-Gon turned Obi-Wan so they were facing and bent to murmur,
"He may cause difficulties. A man like that does not take
kindly to rejection."
Obi-Wan reached his head up to answer into Qui-Gon's ear. "He
will be no match for us Master." To any watcher they were just
an amorous couple. "I do not sense anything amiss here. At
least not the kind of thing we are looking for."
Big capable hands grasped his buttocks and pulled him closer.
"No, there is something but I cannot place it. I think we
should make another circuit of the room before we leave." Over
Obi-Wan's shoulder he could see hard eyes observing them.
//Careful Padawan we are being watched.//
//Really and I thought you just liked to fondle me.// Again
that hint of shame. He pushed closer and ran his mouth along
Qui-Gon's jaw. //I certainly like you to.//
//Padawan.// Chiding Qui-Gon released him and placed a hand on
his shoulder again. "Time for another drink." They strolled
slowly around the outside of the room until they reached the
bar.
Taking the glass he was offered Obi-Wan said, "Let's go out
onto the balcony." //There is something Master. Over there
behind the wall with that big picture.//
Aware that they were still under observation he led the way to
the window a few paces ahead of Qui-Gon allowing his hips to
sway provocatively. He was enjoying flirting with his Master
and rather pleased when he was caught in a hard embrace and
kissed as they stepped onto the balcony. //Could you tell what
it was Padawan?//
//It has a similar signature to the one we were shown in the
Temple.//
Lifting his head Qui-Gon smiled down at him. "Good, then we
can leave."
"But I was just beginning to enjoy myself." Obi-Wan laughed at
his Master.
"We could enjoy ourselves so much more if we had a little
privacy." Scanning the room Qui-Gon saw that the two body
guards were missing. //I think it would be prudent not to leave
by the front door.//
They had not wanted the other guests to know they were Jedi
and their clothes were too close fitting to carry a concealed
lightsabres so neither man was armed. Obi-Wan moved to the edge
of the balcony and gazed across the city casually letting his
eyes scan the balcony below. //We could go that way.//
//We are in full view of the party.// "Let's see if we can
find somewhere quiet." With his arm around his padawan's waist
he led him back into the party and found their host. "Would it
be too much to ask for the use of a private room for oh...an
hour or so?"
With a knowing grin they were pointed towards a corridor.
"Second door on the right."
The room contained little more than a bed but it did have a
small balcony. While Qui-Gon locked the door Obi-Wan opened the
long windows and stepped out. It took seconds for them to slide
over the edge and drop to the balcony below. Carefully working
their way from balcony to balcony they reached street level and
disappeared into the shadows.
Back in their quarters after making a report to the Council
Qui- Gon moved towards his bedroom and Obi-Wan made a decision.
"Master." When he turned with a questioning look Obi-Wan paced
towards him with the slow hip swinging walk he had used at the
party. "I meant what I said. I liked the feeling of your hands
on me." There was no response but he could sense smouldering
desire.
Moving closer until he could feel the heat of Qui-Gon's body
he put his hand on his Master's chest then slid it slowly
downwards til it rested on his groin. "Do you like my hands on
you?" The long bulk under his hand stirred and he curved his
fingers. "Or would you rather touch me?"
"Padawan." The soft voice was husky but held a warning.
Obi-Wan waited for more but Qui-Gon stood with his eyes
closed. The younger man sensed a struggle. "Which do you prefer
Master?"
With a sigh Qui-Gon took hold of Obi-Wan's shoulders and
pushed him away slightly. "This was not what I planned."
"No? What did you plan Master?" And he poured his
emotions into the link, all the admiration, respect and
affection. Then added images of Qui-Gon sweating after training
or emerging naked from a shower rubbing a towel across his
torso. Finally the feeling of being pulled possessively against
him at the party and the thrill of the hand closing over his
cock.
//Something slow and romantic and after you have been
knighted.// "So you enjoyed that." Strong hands moved down his
arms revelling in the sensation of hard, trained muscles under
silky fabric. "You are an exhibitionist my Padawan."
//I can't wait that long.// "Yes Master." Dark blue eyes
smiled into blue-green, Obi-Wan shivered as he watched the dark
blue turn to black and a knowing smile lift sensuous lips.
//But romantic is good too. Perhaps next time.//
Qui-Gon moved his hands to take hold of firm buttocks and pull
his padawan hard against him. Obi-Wan's head fell back and he
ground his pelvis into the hardness he craved. With a low growl
Qui- Gon bent to bite the pale neck exposed to him. "My
Padawan."
"My Master," Obi-Wan returned, running his tongue along Qui-
Gon's neck. Stepping back he tugged his shirt out of his pants
and let it slide off his shoulders. One button, then two were
opened at his waist before a big hand closed over his fingers.
"Let me," Qui-Gon pushed his apprentice back until his legs
met the edge of the couch. One hand clasping Obi-Wan's waist
the other rested on his stomach for a moment before delving
onto the tight black pants. A raised eyebrow, "No underwear
Obi-Wan?"
Gasping under the warm fingers Obi-Wan smiled up at Qui-Gon.
"I had to stay in character Master." He pushed his hips forward
into the questing hand. "And besides I like the feel of the
leather." Leaning forward to kiss his Master's chest, "But not
as much as I like the feel of your hand." Obi-Wan reached for
Qui-Gon, tossing away the shirt and moving down until his hands
were batted away.
"Not yet." Qui-Gon opened the remaining buttons and held the
liberated penis in his hand. "Beautiful." He slid the pants
down a few inches and pushed Obi-Wan so that he fell onto the
couch. Then he stood back to admire the sight before him, the
dark couch highlighted the pale golden skin of torso and arms,
legs sprawled before him still encased in a second skin of soft
black leather. Qui-Gon knelt and removed Obi-Wan's boots then
slowly stroked his way up his legs.
Obi-Wan was awash with sensation, the pressure of those strong,
gentle hands and the thrill of his Master's eyes devouring him.
"What do you want Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan closed his eyes as a rush of pleasure sped along his
nerves. "Everything. I want everything." He opened his eyes and
placed a hand over one of Qui-Gon's. "After all I am your
padawan, it is your place to teach and guide me Master," he
said half teasing.
"Teach and guide....why do I suspect that there is not a lot I
could teach you in this, Padawan." Holding the heavy lidded
gaze of the younger man he leaned forward and licked the tip of
his cock, running his tongue around the crown before slowly
taking it deep into his mouth.
Just when Obi-Wan thought his control was gone Qui-Gon rose and
shed his clothes. "Take off your pants." He stood and watched
as Obi-Wan squirmed his way out of the leather. Then, "Stand
up."
Obi-Wan raised an amused eyebrow at the command but obeyed it
anyway. They stood staring at each other, drinking in the sight
of bodies they had both seen unclothed often before but never
naked and certainly never with carnal intent.
Qui-Gon took a step towards his apprentice, "So you liked my
hands on you."
The younger man nodded, "Oh yes, especially in front of those
sleazy..." He was lost for a suitably derogatory term. "It gave
me immense satisfaction to rub my unavailability in their
faces. And it felt good too."
The Jedi Master was closing the gap between them step by step
and Obi-Wan found himself taking involuntary steps backwards.
"So I was right, you are an exhibitionist."
Obi-Wan was against the wall now. "I told you I was. What a a
pity our charade didn't require us to give them a little show."
He sent the image of Qui-Gon pressing his Padawan against the
rail of the balcony at the party. Of him wrapping his legs
around Qui-Gon's hips and....
At that point the image became reality as Qui-Gon pulled
lifted Obi-Wan in his arms and kissed him hard. Following his
fantasy Obi- Wan wrapped his legs around Qui-Gon and allowed
himself to be pushed back against the wall. Qui-Gon lifted his
head and stared down into his apprentice's slightly glazed
eyes. Obi-Wan smiled and bent his head to his Master's
shoulder, licking along the collar bone and then biting
swiftly.
Qui-Gon gasped and jerked back, taking in the sensual droop of
Obi-Wan's eye lids and his gasping breath. He could feel the
push of the younger man's erection against his stomach and the
tremor in his muscles. He considered his options. Everything in
his training, and in his own philosophy, said to make the most
of an opportunity so he flung a hand out towards the bedroom.
In seconds a small bottle of oil was in his hands and he was
pouring it's contents over his fingers.
A slick hand reached between them and Obi-Wan bent and nipped
at his shoulder again, "Oh yes....Master," as a blunt finger
pushed against him. Then Obi-Wan's head fell back against the
wall and was shifting restlessly as the finger sank deep and
began to move.
//Obi-Wan?// The question was sent with love and lust and Obi-
Wan answered in kind. //Yes, Qui-Gon.// Then big hands lifted
the younger man and settled him carefully. Obi-Wan braced
himself against the wall and took a firm hold of Qui-Gon's
shoulders then, using his legs around Qui-Gon and the wall as
support, he sank down onto his Master. Both men sighed with
pleasure at the joining then Obi-Wan simply held on as Qui-Gon
set the pace.
It wasn't a position that allowed for prolonged, sensual
coupling but then again neither man was in any mood to take it
slow. Qui-Gon's hands were under his Padawan's buttocks and he
lifted the smaller body and let it drop in time with his own
thrusts. Two heads were thrown back and two pairs of blue eyes
closed in ecstasy as orgasm raced through them both.
Resisting the urge to simply collapse to the floor Qui-Gon
carried Obi-Wan to the bedroom and they fell onto the big bed
still in each other's arms.
Obi-Wan was the first to catch his breath and he pulled Qui-
Gon's head down so that he could kiss him for the first time
since they had returned to their quarters. He could feel his
Master's hands moving over his chest and abdomen rubbing the
semen into his skin. Obi-Wan tugged at Qui-Gon's hand and
brought the long fingers up to his mouth so he could like them
clean.
The sight caused Qui-Gon to shiver and he felt himself harden
again. "Obi-Wan." He was silenced by his Padawan offering his
own hand for licking. After a moments hesitation Qui-Gon took
hold of his hand and sucked two fingers into his mouth, running
his tongue along and around them and smiling at his Padawan's
sigh of pleasure.
He slithered down the smaller body and settled between his
legs kissing inner thighs and licking the elegant cock. Obi-Wan
rested a hand on his head and then ran his fingers through the
long, silky hair.
"I have wanted to do that for so long Master." He squirmed a
little, "It feels so good."
Suddenly Qui-Gon sat up, "I forgot the oil," and went out to
fetch it.
Obi-Wan blinked in confusion, why had he moved when the Force
would retrieve it for him?
"Obi-Wan, could you help me here? I've dropped it behind the
couch."
Feeling even more confused Obi-Wan went to the door and
stopped cold. Qui-Gon was kneeling on the couch leaning over
the back presumably to reach for the oil. This meant that he
was stretched over the couch his legs slightly apart. Obi-Wan
closed his eyes as a wave of lust washed through him.
"Stay just where you are Master. I'm sure I can assist you."
In reply Qui-Gon reached even further over the couch. Obi-Wan
watched as muscles move under skin and one leg shifted
slightly. Even as he watched Obi-Wan was moving towards the
couch and his lasciviously placed Master, then he was standing
behind him hands gliding down the long line of Qui-Gon's back,
eyes feasting on the sight before him.
"I thought you said I was an exhibitionist Master."
"Only for you Obi-Wan."
The younger man's hands came to rest on the firm buttocks. He
bent to place hot kisses where his hands had been, then lower
to press his mouth against his goal. Qui-Gon let out a long,
sighing breath and his whole body relaxed against the back of
the couch as he placed the bottle of oil in Obi-Wan's hands.
"Only for you."
The image that Qui-Gon sent together with the languid movement
as he edged his legs further apart almost sent Obi-Wan into
overload. He placed a hand on Qui-Gon's neck and used the other
the fondle and explore. Both men were beyond speech but Qui-Gon
was murmuring through the link. //So good Padawan. I love to
feel your hands on me. Your mouth. Touch me Obi-Wan, let me
feel you.//
//Your wish is my command Master.// The concept of what he was
doing. Of whom he was doing it to was overwhelming.
Qui-Gon looked back at Obi-Wan and smiled, a warm sexy
affectionate smile.
Obi-Wan returned a rather shaky grin and slid slowly into the
body before him. If he thought he had been overwhelmed before
now he was drowning in sensation...hot, slick,
tight...wonderful. "Qui-Gon." He rested against his Master's
back absorbing the reality, shaking slightly and pouring
emotion through the link.
Qui-Gon drank in the feelings and returned them mixed with his
own. He lifted a hand to thread his fingers through Obi-Wan's
and then began to arch into the body pressed against and within
him. This time they paced themselves, long, slow, sensual
undulations bringing a sweet, shattering climax. When he felt
his Padawan collapse on him Qui-Gon rather awkwardly swivelled
under him and brought him into his arms.
Some time later they were still lying on the couch and Obi-Wan
lifted his head to look at Qui-Gon. "Why haven't you worn those
leather pants before?"
Qui-Gon lifted a lazy eyebrow. "Why haven't you?"
"I was waiting for the right moment. Somehow I didn't think
they would go down well at a formal Jedi function or a
diplomatic dinner."
Smiling as he remembered his first sight of his Padawan
lounging against the wall Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan closer, "It
might go down too well." He was gently stroking Obi-Wan's
flank. "Still I look forward to you wearing them again."
Obi-Wan settled against his Master. "Only for you Qui-Gon. Only
for you."
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