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Category: POV, O/other, Q/other, Q/O

Rating: NC-17

Summary: QAJ: Qui and Obi go clubbing (takes place a few weeks after "A Neutral Place").

Spoilers: For earlier QAJ stories.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don't own Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, or anything remotely Star Wars related. (Well, unless you count a large collection of books, videos, DVDs, and so on...) No harm is intended -- this is only for fun!

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Note: Thanks to Helens for the beta! Tag ;^)

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I think the music gets louder as the hour gets later. It's almost like being in one of those casinos on Corellia, the ones where the flashing lights are hypnotic and there are no chronos, so that you're never sure how much time -- or money -- you've spent there. I have no idea what time it is.

Ah, it doesn't really matter. We leave on a mission day after tomorrow, and we've nothing to do but pack and prepare. That leaves tonight open for a little fun.

I lean back against the bar, a very strong drink in my hand, and smile at Qui-Gon, who's scanning the dance floor in almost a predatory way. I smile a little wider. He's so beautiful when he's like this, and he has no idea.

A few weeks ago, I had to practically drag him here to this club, the hottest spot within 50 kilometers of the Temple complex, and definitely the best place to go if you're... well, horny. The music is loud, the lights low and colorful, making everyone look better than they would in the light of day. The music pounds faster than the human heart beats, and the subwoofers pound that beat into the floor. You can feel it in your bones. The drinks are strong, though expensive, and there are drugs everywhere. I stick to alcohol, of course. No reason to put myself in unnecessary danger.

Qui-Gon nudges me with his elbow, and points out a pair of men dancing together amidst the throng of sweaty half-naked bodies on the dance floor. I smile again.

"Had him."

"Which one?"

"The tall one -- the one that looks like Mace."

"And?"

I grin and hold up my hands a good distance apart in front of my chest. His eyes widen. "It's more the length than the girth, but..." I raise an eyebrow suggestively.

He shoots back his drink quickly, exposing the flesh of his throat temptingly for a moment, then drops the glass on the bar with a thud. He walks towards the men, confidently, eyes fixed on his targets, a swagger in his hips that draws eyes unfailingly, the crowd parting before him. Many of those eyes follow him, wanting what they can't have.

What I can have anytime I want. What I may have later tonight, if he doesn't wear himself out in the backroom with that young Mace look-alike. If I remember correctly, he'll be quite sore tomorrow.

He insinuates himself between them naturally, effortlessly, barely smiling, knowing they'll want him there. They slide their bodies against him, the dark man nearly his height, grinding into him from behind, the smaller one -- a Trellian, I think -- slides slender blue six-fingered hands across his chest.

I can't help but grin. Trellians are humanoid and very beautiful by human standards. And they have very long, flexible tongues. I have only been with one once in my life, and I don't think that the term rimming is an accurate description of what he did to me that night. Qui is in for quite a treat.

Watching him here now, it's hard to believe this is the same man I poured into a pair of leather pants and literally shoved through the door of this place a few weeks ago. He was very reluctant to come along, but he warmed up to it pretty quickly. After a few stiff... drinks.

We'd finally had the talk that night, not long after the fateful encounter at Aura. We both had meditated on what had happened between us, and on what should happen next. It was difficult, since I knew that he still had strong feelings for me. I didn't want to hurt him, but I wanted to be honest.

I do love him, but as my friend, my mentor, my lover. I'm not in love with him. To be honest, I don't think I've ever been in love. I've certainly never had my heart broken. I think I would know if I had. I can't look at him without wanting to fuck him through the floor, but I know that's not love.

He had fallen back on the sofa, hands covering his face. "What do you want from me, Obi-Wan?"

"I just want to be your friend, your lover. If you want a relationship, if you can't handle the thought of me with other people, then... you'd better tell me now."

He said nothing for a long moment. "Why aren't I enough?"

"Oh, Qui," I sighed, taking one of his hands in mine. "It's not you, it's me. I just can't be monogamous. I don't want to be. I'm honestly perplexed as to why you would want to be, when you could have anyone."

He'd opened his eyes and stared at me then. "What do you mean?"

"Come now, have you any idea how attractive you are? Don't tell me you've never noticed the looks you get, even walking around the Temple in Jedi robes?" He said nothing, staring at the ceiling, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. "I care about you, Master, I really do. But I know myself, and I must be honest with you about that. I suppose I thought that since we weren't exclusive before..."

"What's your point?"

"It's just sex, you know. It's just... a fuck, physical pleasure for its own sake. How long has it been since you've had a good no-strings-attached shag?"

He laughed quietly, to my relief. "Oh, at least a week."

"Have you ever been to Rising?"

"Rising?"

"It's a club. I go there a lot. It's really amazing. You'd like it, I think." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Anything you can imagine, you could have there. I'll guarantee you that."

He paused, considering. "I haven't been clubbing in years, Obi-Wan. I think I'm a little old for that crowd."

I snorted at that. "You have no idea how hot you are, do you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Obi-Wan, I'm a 45-year-old Jedi Master. I don't think the word hot applies to me."

"That's it," I said, standing. "Get your ass in the 'fresher and wash up. Everywhere. We're going out tonight." He looked at me, shocked, but clearly intrigued.

Twenty minutes later, I had him in a pair of skin-tight brown leather pants I'd found among his clothes. They were a little out of style, but retro is actually popular now, so he could pull it off. He reluctantly agreed to forgo smalls, but only after I insisted. I found a light-colored, slightly sparkly shirt of mine for him to wear. Always loose on me, it was tight on him, accentuating the muscles of his chest and showing just a hint of skin at his waist where it was a little too short for him. The short sleeves were a little too tight around his upper arms, making them look very muscular. The effect was stunning.

"Hey, you." A voice at my side breaks me from my thoughts, half-shouted against the blaring dance music of the club.

"T'nell."

He kisses me in greeting before settling in beside me at the bar. "Qui looks good tonight." I smile in response. T'nell looks amazing tonight. He also looks well-fucked.

"What have you been into?"

"That blonde," he says, pointing to a shirtless boy writhing on the dance floor. "Tight."

I grin, tossing back the last of my drink. T'nell is an uncompromising top. As far as I know, he's never let anyone into that sweet ass of his. One reason why he and I will never be more than friends.

"Did you see that Master Bolla is here tonight?"

T'nell's blue eyes flash. "Really? Where?"

"Over there, by the cage."

T'nell grins and gives my arm a friendly squeeze. "Later." He disappears into the throng.

A moment later, I see him entwined with Bolla, heading for the back room. He "collects" Jedi Masters, so to speak. Qui-Gon Jinn was quite a notch in his utility belt.

My eyes seek Qui-Gon out again. He's pulling his dance partners away from the music, toward the back room. For a moment, I feel a twinge of jealousy, but I swat it away like a bop-fly. He's having fun. I'm having fun. We're together, but we're free to fuck whomever we choose -- it's exactly what I wanted.

That first night, as we were about to leave our quarters, I pressed a handful of barrier packets into his hand. His eyes widened immediately, and for a moment I thought he'd changed his mind.

He turned them over carefully in his hand. "Ah, the self-lubing ones. Do you really think...?"

"Qui, you're getting laid tonight. Just pick the guy. Anyone you want. No one's going to turn you down, trust me."

"What about you? I mean, are you going to..."

"Yes. That's the whole point." I kissed him tenderly and pulled his chin up so that I could look him in the eyes. I took one of the packets from his hand and slid it into my pocket. "I always use these, you know. You're the only one I've ever done it with raw. I intend to keep it that way."

He smiled broadly and kissed me then, pressing his tongue into my mouth and penetrating my very soul. I couldn't breathe suddenly...

"Thank you, Obi-Wan. You know that the same is true for me. I'm honored that you trust me that way."

I hugged him tight, needing to feel his body pressed against mine for some reason I couldn't explain. "I always have," I whispered. "You're the only one who's ever really been inside me. There's been a physical barrier with everyone else. It's not just a fuck with you, you know." I was glad that he couldn't see my face. He kissed my hair softly.

"I know, Obi-Wan."

We stood there for a long moment, and I began to think that perhaps we should just stay home instead. I was feeling close to him, closer than I had in a long time, and he...

"I'm ready. I want to do this." He pushed away from the embrace and gestured to the door.

"Let's go then," I replied, not sure if I was disappointed or relieved.

The song suddenly changes to one of those retro dance numbers that were so popular when I was a child. I can't help but smile at the familiar melody. Qui has been out of my sight for a little longer than a minute now, and I'm standing here fidgeting. I'm not jealous, really, no -- I am just consumed by a desire to see what he's doing. Or what's being done to him.

I head across the dance floor, pushing my way through the crowd, heading for the door through which he disappeared. A hand catches my wrist suddenly, stopping me. I turn, and see T'nell's blonde there, smiling at me.

"Where you headed?"

Qui-Gon fades from my mind for a moment as this luscious boy sidles closer, his hand sliding down to cradle the bulge at my groin.

"To get my cock sucked," I reply, smiling at him. He's quite beautiful.

"Mind if I come too?"

"Only if I come first."

He grins and walks past me, pulling me by the hand toward the back room.

That first night at Rising -- seems like a year ago now -- we hadn't been in the club ten minutes before a similarly undressed young human, clearly wracked on ch'all, had wrapped himself around my master. The boy was inebriated, but Qui was strangely intrigued by him. It wasn't until later that it occurred to me that the boy looked a lot like me. He'd shot me a look as the boy tugged him away, and so I'd followed. I hung back in the shadows, watching him writhe as the boy knelt before him, head bobbing. He came quickly, gasping, and actually looked shocked when the boy wiped his mouth and disappeared into the club again without a word. I slipped to his side as quickly as I could and kissed him.

"Well?"

"Just a fuck," he said, smiling, sated. "I think I understand the appeal now."

He disappeared from my sight twice more that night, with men who had so boldly approached him. By the end of the evening, he'd said no a handful of times to eager faces, smiling at me enigmatically each time. The transformation was amazing.

And he absolutely fucked my brains out that night when we got home...

As the blonde pushes me against a wall and kneels in front of me, unfastening my pants, I realize that the memory of that first night has me excited. I search the dark room, finally seeing Qui-Gon not far away.

Oh...

The Trellian is between his legs, and I can see that long blue tongue coiled around his cock. That tongue is longer than I remember, sliding on his skin, tightening and uncoiling, the Trellian's lips wrapped around the head. Qui is sitting on a bench, eyes closed, face showing the ecstasy I can imagine he's feeling.

I want to feel what he's feeling, so I stretch out with the Force, brushing against his mind softly. His eyes open and find mine instantly, and he opens his mind to me. The sensation is amazing.

The blonde has my cock in his hand now, and pulls my mind back into my body with a long lick down the underside. The combination of physical and mental sensation is incredible, and I'm rock-hard. The blonde grins, thinking it's for him, and swallows my cock in one swift movement.

Oh, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's too good... I can't come this quickly, I don't want to... I pull back from Qui's mind, flashing him a grin so that he knows the reason. That man has more stamina than anyone I've ever met.

//A benefit of age...// I hear in my head before the connection becomes fuzzy again.

The blonde is still sucking strongly, and I fist my hands in his hair, pulling his head back.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

"Slow down," I hiss. "You in a hurry or something?"

He shakes his head. "No, I thought..."

I pet his head reassuringly and press his face back into my groin. He starts licking my cock slowly, nibbling his way down toward my balls. "Yessss... much better," I moan, not lying.

Qui's Trellian lover has slowed the pace as well, and the Mace look-alike has appeared behind, kissing Qui's neck and flicking at his nipples with nimble fingers. Qui looks lost, utterly lost. The man pushes him to his feet, dislodging the Trellian, and turns him around, so that he's leaning forward onto the wall, feet about half a meter back. The Trellian slides under him to continue sucking him off slowly, and dark-skinned man fumbles with his pants. He fishes a barrier packet from his pocket, opens it with his teeth, and rolls the microplas over his impressive length.

I suppress a little laugh at the color. It's a neon purple barrier! How ironic is that?

The man spreads the cheeks of Qui's ass and presses the head of his considerable purple length against that opening -- and enters him slowly. I'm stunned by the sight of Qui being penetrated in front of me. The barriers have an amazing lube, so I know it's not rough -- but Force -- I've never seen a cock other than my own filling him like that. I can actually see his opening stretching and accommodating that shaft. The Trellian is under him, long blue tongue wrapped around his balls as the mouth devours him. I close my eyes, leaning into the cool stone wall at my back.

The memory floods me, unbidden, against my will. As if I need more stimulation at this moment. The last time I was in that position -- being fucked and sucked simultaneously -- was the night with Qui-Gon and T'nell. They leaned me over the dining table and took turns licking and probing me with their tongues until I begged for penetration. T'nell had filled me in one swift movement, while Qui slipped under me to take my cock in his mouth for the first time in years. I had forgotten how good he was at that, how well he'd always been able to read my body, how he knew exactly how to tease me and keep from coming until I was begging for it.

And, oh, how I begged that night! The sensation of being filled from behind and engulfed by wet heat from the front was indescribable. And Qui was feeling that now...

I reached out a tiny bit, and he let me in instantly. I almost came right then and there. The blonde seemed to sense it, and was sucking hard.

I yanked his head back again.

"Not yet," I panted. "Slow it down, or I won't come in your mouth."

Swollen lips formed a pout as blue eyes looked up at me. Wait a minute...

"How old are you?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.

"Eighteen," he replied smoothly.

I snorted in response. He couldn't be a day over sixteen. He wasn't even supposed to be in a club like this.

"Right, eighteen," I replied. He winked and extended his tongue, pressing the tip into the slit at the head of my cock. I moaned. Force, did I know how to do that when I was sixteen?

//I hope not...//

My eyes find Qui-Gon again. I can't believe he's still hanging on. The man behind him is pounding into him, and the Trellian is swallowing his cock. Then I realize that he's waiting... for me.

The blonde has been moving slowly, carefully on me, but now I want more. I'm ready to come. I hold his head with my hands and fuck his mouth. He makes a startled noise, but opens his mouth wide, letting me do as I please. His hands snake around behind me, and one wet finger slides inside me, stroking my prostrate...

I feel Qui-Gon falling over the edge, and I go willingly after him, shouting out his name as I come, only vaguely aware that I've done so. It's good, oh, it's good...

The boy between my legs is beaming, thinking that he's done this to me. No need to deny him that sense of accomplishment.

"That was incredible," I pant, petting his head tenderly. He grins up at me, wiping his mouth.

"My pleasure," he whispers, standing to kiss me. His tongue worms its way into my mouth, and I taste myself there. My knees buckle slightly. He grins and disappears into the shadows of the room.

I sink to the floor, still shuddering. After a long moment, I open my eyes. Qui-Gon and his erstwhile lovers are gone. I clamber to my feet, fastening my pants and tucking my now-sensitive penis in carefully.

Qui is waiting for me at the bar, right where he left me earlier. I grin at him. "Well?"

He rolls his eyes back in his head for a moment and grins back. He's already ordered drinks for us, and I take a long sip of mine. He's scanning the dance floor again. I laugh.

"What?"

"You are amazing, do you know that? I'd be down for the count if I were you." I shake my head, swallowing down a sudden surge of jealousy. We've been here a half dozen times in the last two weeks. Each time, I've been the one pulling him home in the early hours. I think he'd stay all night if I let him. I think I've created a monster.

I turn and see him smiling at me. He fixes me with a sultry gaze, one that I've begun to interpret as a fuck me look. I shiver slightly to see that predator fixated on me, at last.

"Why don't we finish our drinks," he says, reaching out to stroke my arm with a finger, "and call it a night?" One eyebrow raises slightly. The night is far from over.

I smile and slam back the drink. "Let's go."

FIN