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Repairs - continued

(continued from part 2)

Before he could open his mouth, Qui shoved him roughly back down on the bed, causing him to bounce a bit as his body connected with the mattress. His head had not yet cleared when he found his master suddenly upon him, kissing him savagely, tongue and teeth showing their full range of motion. Obi-Wan moaned into Qui's mouth, not sure if the sound was out of passion or something else.

The kiss, if it could be classified as such, as it felt more like an assault, went on as Obi-Wan felt his arms grasped roughly and pinned above him. This confused him, as Qui-Gon's hands were currently ripping his undershorts off him with no finesse whatsoever. He heard the fabric tear, but was too occupied to complain.

Dimly, Obi-Wan realized his master was using the Force to hold his arms, and now his hips as well, down to the bed. Suddenly, he wasn't sure he liked this. This man was not the calm, serene Qui-Gon Jinn he knew.

Maybe this is the real Qui-Gon, and the other is merely years of Jedi posturing. Obi thought foggily.

Qui-Gon's hands had removed his own undershorts as well, and Obi-Wan gasped as the large man over him settled back down, erections brushing against each other, skin to skin for the first time.

Obi-Wan briefly thought again that this was not the way it should be, this frenzied taking, this not-equal situation where he was pinned down to the bed and his consent seemed a desired, but unnecessary, component. His anxiety rose and he tried to move his hands, to push Qui-Gon away, but the Force-bonds held fast.

Qui-Gon moved his mouth down to Obi-Wan's neck now, sucking and biting. Obi-Wan waffled between protesting and urging his master on. Want this, oh Gods, want this...But not this way...

"Qui...Qui-Gon...Master...Please..." His words failed him as Jinn sucked a nipple into his mouth. The burst of pleasure intensified as the pressure increased, and his protest metomorphosized into a ragged moan.

Qui-Gon heard the words his padawan had managed to breathe out, and totally misinterpreted their meaning. "Yes, yes, Padawan...I knew you would beg me for it eventually." His voice held passionate humor, but his eyes held only lust.

Before Obi-Wan could respond, Qui-Gon had lifted himself, shfted his legs under him, and raised Obi-Wan's hips with his large, work-scarred hands. A protest died on Kenobi's lips as Qui-Gon dipped his head with unbelievable speed. Before his brain could interpret this movement, Obi-Wan felt a warm wetness against the opening to his body.

Caught between immense shock and unbelieveable pleasure, Obi-Wan could do nothing but yell out his confusion. The sound retreated to a continuous, undulating moan as Qui-Gon lathed and circled his asshole with that nimble, talented tongue.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, saw flickers of light behind closed lids. His sexual experience was very limited, and this....Well, this was something he had never even realized was done by ANYONE. But Qui-Gon evidently knew. Qui-Gon seemed to know very well, indeed.

Obi-Wan cried out again when he felt the tip of Qui's tongue wiggle its way inside of him.

"Oh, GODS! What the...What..."

Unable to sound like anything but an imbecile, Obi-Wan retreated into familiar territory and just moaned. Qui-Gon's tongue thrust into him deeply, and retreated. Again. Again. Soon, Qui-Gon added circular movements and strong sideways flicks to his repertoire, and Obi-Wan arched his neck, eyes rolling back, feeling just on the verge of passing out from the odd sensations and strange situation he found himself in.

As good as this felt, Obi-Wan's mind rebelled. I may as well be a ten credit whore. This is not what it's supposed to be. But, Gods, it feels good...

Qui-Gon retreated, his tongue swiping over Obi-Wan's super-sensitized skin a couple of times before he pulled away completely. Obi-Wan shuddered, a strange feeling engulfing him. He felt opened, prepared, and suddenly he realized that was exactly Qui-Gon's intention.

Sharp apprehension clawed at him and he opened his eyes to gaze up at Qui. His master was running his hands down Obi-Wan's legs, just starting at him. He seemed almost in a daze.

Obi-Wan tried to move his arms and raise his body to sit, but found he was well and truly held down still. Qui-Gon had begun to move again, purposeful, deliberate.

Obi-Wan's mouth fell open as Qui-Gon raised his legs onto his broad shoulders. His master scootched toward him, stopping only when Obi-Wan's hips touched his own. Large hands grasped his thighs, met at his cock, and stroked gently there as Qui-Gon positioned himself.

Obi-Wan knew he only had seconds. "Qui-Gon...Master...Please, I...I can't..."

Qui-Gon's eyes remained fixed on his cock as it was fondled and grasped. "Hush, Padawan..." Qui ground out as he collected the fluid that had leaked from Obi-Wan's penis. He combined this with that from his own, and Obi-Wan gasped as a come-slicked finger was promptly thrust into him in one quick motion.

It hurt a bit, but felt incredibly good as well. Only a few moments and another finger joined the first. Obi-Wan cried out and stammered, "Ah! Ah! Qui-Gon, Please! P..Plea...Oww!" The third finger proved very painful, indeed, and Obi-Wan became agitated. He knew Qui-gon thought he wanted this, and he had not yet been able to make his feelings clear on the subject. If three fingers hurt, that enormous cock of his if going to rend me in two...

Obi-Wan looked up at his master, and found himself enthralled by the _expression of passionate concentration on that beloved face. Qui-Gon's gaze was fixed on the place where his fingers thrust in and out of his apprentice, and Obi-Wan suddenly found himself doubtful.

I don't want this, not this way...But Qui-Gon...to please him...It will be worth the pain...the sacrifice of my candle and music-filled fantasies... His mind shorted out as a fourth finger turned the invasion of his body into something almost unbearable, and he cried out.

"Master! Stop, please, enough, enough, owww..." Obi-Wan was dismayed at how quickly his noble thoughts of enduring for his master's benefit turned into pleas for the other man to leave him be.

Qui-Gon misinterpreted the request and responded by removing his fingers and grabbing Obi-Wan's ass with both hands, dragging the slender hips into his own lap, spreading the flesh roughly and positioning his weeping cock at the sore but prepared entrance.

Obi-Wan lie, dazed, not sure whether Qui-Gon realized his request to stop referred to the whole thing, not just to the fingers only. Surely his master wouldn't keep going regardless? No, Obi-Wan knew this man better than that. He must have thought Obi-Wan was saying he was ready for the real thing, not that he wanted to stop this entirely.

Gazing up at his master, Obi-Wan found he wasn't sure what he wanted himself. Gods, he wanted to please this man. He loved him, desired him, wanted to spend his life showing it. But Qui-Gon's behaviour during this whole ordeal...It was one of claiming, of propriety. This knowledge slammed into Obi-Wan, and he found himself gasping under it's weight.

His master chose that exact moment to plunge into him, and Obi-Wan's gasp turned into a scream as pain lanced through him. His master's cock felt incredibly big, unbelievably so. He had been stabbed with a vibroblade before, and this sensation was very similar and not at all pleasant.

Obi-Wan's thought process flew out the window as Qui-Gon began to move within him. His arms were still being held down above him, and he clenched his hands into fists, focusing on the pain of his nails digging into his palms rather that that of the man he loved ripping into him with abandon.

Tears leaked out of his eyes, mingling with sweat, running down his cheeks and onto the bed.

His mental anguish roared within him as Qui-Gon grunted and began to thrust harder. The hands on his ass tightened and released...tightened and released...

"Qui-Gon, please, don't...Stop, don't...OhhhhhGodsOhFuck!" His protest died as Qui-Gon's cock nudged against a spot within him that turned the pain into extreme pleasure. The discomfort was still present, but each inward thrust hit a place that made him feel...Something he'd never felt before, never even knew about before.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and relaxed into it. His tears continued to fall. Even in the midst of such mind-blowing pleasure, he found he couldn't help but mourn the manner of this taking. One thing had become very clear to Obi-Wan in these last few minutes.

I'm just a fuck to him. I'm his student, and he loves me in that way...But all I hold for him sexually is lust. I'm being masturbated into, nothing more...

"Qui-Gon...Master...Please...Not like this..." His voice caught and he knew he was whispering. There was no way Qui-Gon had heard him.

His lament faded as Qui-Gon eased his legs more securely over his shoulders, releaseing his ass. His hands moved up, one to stroke Obi-Wan's cock in time to Qui's quickening thrusts, the other grasping his hip, stabilizing them. The combination of the hand on his cock and the dick up his ass was just too much for Obi-Wan. All his conscious objections fled him and he gave his body over to feeling, to pure ecstacy.

And, he found, there was an abundance of that to go around. He closed his eyes, and he was in a room lit with candles, maybe a roaring fire to keep out the winter chill. Half-drunk champagne in crystal glasses on a silver tray, soft, satin-covered bed beneath him. And Qui-Gon...The light from Qui-Gon's eyes shone with love and devotion, and his voice whispered endearments as he gently took Obi-Wan's virginity.

This pleasant fiction endured until Obi-Wan found himself coming hard over Qui-Gon's hand. His shout was strangled and his back arched as much as it could while his hands and hips were pinned. One last wail escaped him as he shot his essence over his chest: "Nooo!"

Qui-Gon thrust hard into him a few more times before yelling out his own completion. The hoarse cry echoed throughout the cabin, and no doubt into the halls beyond. Obi-Wan felt warmth spread within him as Qui-Gon's seed pumped into him. One, two, three hard pulses, then the member inside him quieted and began to soften.

Obi-Wan felt the bonds on his body loosen and disappear, but nevertheless he didn't move. He stared up at his master, and found Qui-Gon staring right back at him, a look of triumph on his features.

Not a look of love. Not a look of caring. A look that said, 'There, you see? I wanted you, and I've had you.'

Obi-Wan dropped his head to the side and released a long, heavy breath. He would not let Qui-Gon know how much he had hurt him. He never need know of his padawan's childish fantasies of romance and love. Evidently, this rough, demanding claiming was all his outwardly serene master was capable of.

I love him. Obi-Wan thought, as he felt Qui-Gon rise off the bed and head for the 'fresher. I love him...And if this is all he can give me...I will take it.

The water began to run and Obi-Wan knew his master was now cleaning himself of all traces of his padawan's body, even as he lie here with his master's semen leaking out of him and onto the bed. He closed his eyes and wept softly.

Gods help me, I will take it.

Obi-Wan got up slowly, aching and sore from his exertions. He wasn't sure he wanted to be here when his master returned. He wasn't sure he could ever face his master again.

As he wiped himself off with his torn undershorts, he pondered the situation. How had he gotten here? He remembered going to Padme, telling her about his situation with his master, her comforting him gently, running her hands through his hair.

All perfectly innocent. Well...maybe not PERFECTLY, but nothing more had happened.

The next thing he knew, he was waking up with his master over him, being kissed and stroked and seduced. He knew he had not walked here. He must have been brought here by someone else.

And the only someone else with the audacity and strength to do such a thing was Qui-Gon. His master.

This revelation bothered Obi-Wan intensely. He was not that deep of a sleeper, not at all. If he had been carried in here bodily, and stripped down to his small clothes...Then his master had done so in a calculated, methodical fashion. With every intention of having sex with him. Whether he wanted to or not?

Obi-Wan balked at this last thought. Surely not. Qui-Gon must have thought he wanted to...And indeed he had, at first. Then why had his master held him down? Why hold someone with the force unless it is anticipated that they will try to get away?

Obi-Wan couldn't think about this anymore. He was too emotional, too off balance from what had just happened. His place with his master, his place with the Jedi, his place in the universe...They suddenly seemed far less sure than a few hours before.

He dressed quickly and left the sleeping quarters just as the water in the fresher cut off. He knew he was running from the inevitable conversation he must have with his master, but at the moment he felt he had no choice.

He desperately wanted to talk to someone about this. Padme, maybe. But, no. That would be innappropriate. This was a private matter between his master and himself. He would endeavor to keep it as such, regardless of the cost.

Most of the remainder or the trip was uneventful. Qui-Gon spent the bulk of his time with the boy, showing him basic meditations and a few low-level kata moves. Obi-Wan played a lot of solitaire and read his textbooks, knowing he would need to take a few tests at the temple as soon as he could manage it. He spent the remainder of his time with Padme and the handmaidens, playing card games or telling stories of some of their weirder missions.

Obi-Wan subtly avoided his master, obeying him to the letter but offering nothing more. He took to sleeping in the astronavigator's chair, making the excuse that it was better he be there 'just in case.'

Qui-Gon looked at him strangely, but didn't question it.

Padme cornered Obi-Wan the day after what Kenobi had come to think of as 'the claiming,' asking him what had happened once his master got him back to their quarters. Obi-Wan managed to find out exactly what Qui-Gon had done to get him there, stalking into Padme's room and basically threatening her off. This knowledge actually gave him hope, in a strange way. Why would his master get so possessive if he just wanted sex?

In return, Obi-Wan betrayed nothing. He merely told Padme that his master had needed to take care of some Jedi business. Not a lie. They were Jedi...and this was their business.

The Queen was not convinced, as she had watched him intently that day and noted how gingerly he sat, how he grimaced when he stood up and sat down. She had passed him on the way to the cockpit as he sat in the common room, and he had reeked of sex. As soon as his master had come out to check on the journey's progress, the younger man had slipped into the sleeping cabin and taken a shower. Padme had watched this from her place on the couch where she was ostensibly reading.

She figured she knew exactly what had happened, and her new friend was simply too embarrased to speak of it. From what she saw, and her not inconsiderable instincts, she assumed Qui-Gon had indeed had sex with Obi-Wan, and not in a very gentle way. Perhaps not even in a consensual way. Whatever had happened, it had not brought the two men closer together. They barely spoke, now.

This thought burned inside the young Queen, and it was all she could do not to take it up with Jinn herself. Obi-Wan's feelings were the only things that kept her from doing so.

Anakin revelled in the Jedi pair's new estrangement. He found he had almost all of Qui-Gon's time to himself. Obi-Wan never interrupted them, and indeed they only saw the padawan if Qui-Gon specifically sought him out. As the days passed, this happened less and less. Skywalker wasn't sure what had happened between them, but he assumed Qui-Gon had punished Obi-Wan or his insubordination in some way. Perhaps the master had even decided he didn't want Kenobi for a padawan anymore. The thought made Anakin smile. He wasn't sure he wanted Jinn for a master anymore, but he somehow knew the man was instrumental in his becoming a Jedi.

Anakin would do nothing to jeapordize that.

On the eighth day out, Qui-Gon quietly slipped into the cockpit and motioned for Ric Olie to take a break. The pilot glanced at the padawan meditating in the astronav chair, then back to the master. He didn't know what was going on between these two, but he did know he wanted no part of it.

He stood and left the cockpit, palming the door shut behind him.

Qui-Gon made a gesture at the door, ensuring it would stay closed unless he himself removed the Force induced lock around it. It was past time he and Obi-Wan spoke about this. They would arrive back at the Temple within two standard days, and this situation could not follow them there. He was not sure what was wrong with Obi-Wan, but it obviously had to do with the sex. Had he misread his apprentice? He had surely seemed amenable at the time...

Qui-Gon replayed the sights and sounds in his mind: Obi-Wan panting beneath him, the moans of pleasure, his pleading for Qui-Gon to take him...

It had easily been the best sex he had ever had. Obviusly, Obi-Wan could not say the same. It was time to find out why.

Gently, he kneeled beside the astronav chair, reached out and brushed Obi-Wan's shoulder with his hand, and softly whispered, "Padawan?"

Obi-Wan came out of his meditation with a start, banging his head breifly on the back of the tall chair. He absently brought his hand up to rub his head while turning enough to brush Qui-Gon's hand from his shoulder.

"Yes, master?" His voice was calm, steady, monotonous. "Did you require something?"

Obi-Wan's mechanical manner irritated Jinn. He responded gruffly. "Yes, padawan. I REQUIRE to know why you're acting this way. What's gotten into you?"

Obi-Wan replied blandly. "Other than YOU, my master? Why, nothing. Nothing at all." He stared out of the viewscreen, the startrails sparkling in the inkiness of space.

This answer confused Qui-Gon profoundly. "Obi-Wan, we must talk about this. We can't go on avoiding each other like we have." His tone was almost pleading, in a way that Obi-Wan had never heard before.

"There's nothing to talk about, master. I will get over it, in time, I am sure." He ran a check on the route, optimizing it for the hundredth time. It didn't change, it never did.

"Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon began, "Whatever it is that I did, I am sorry. It wasn't intentional." He brought his hand up to rest on Obi-Wan's thigh. His apprentice didn't remove it, didn't acknowledge it at all.

Kenobi's brow furrowed. "Oh, I see. It was an accident then, that you Force induced me to sleep and carried me to your bed...After threatening Padme, that is. I fail to see how any of those things could be accidental, but...You are my master, and I have no right to contradict you." He ran yet another check on the route. It was becoming an obsessive habit.

Qui-Gon hung his head. "Padawan...Obi-Wan...I apologize. I did do those things, and of course they weren't accidental. When Anakin told me you had gone to the Queen's suite after I kissed you, well. I got jealous. I wanted you to come to me. And then I find you in her bed, her stroking your hair. I have no excuse, Obi-Wan, other than what I already said. I got jealous, and I retrieved you to what I considered your proper place. I am sorry."

Obi-Wan relaxed a bit, considering. "I think I am old enough to decide my proper place for myself, don't you?"

The voice was small, and Obi-Wan would not have believed it belonged to Qui-Gon Jinn had he not witnessed it himself. "Yes."

Obi-Wan pressed on. "And have I ever given you any indication that my 'proper place' was anywhere OTHER than with you, master?"

"No."

"Can you honestly tell me you've never had any hint that I might regard you as...MORE than just a master? More than just a friend?"

"No...I've seen evidence of your physical feelings for me many times, my padawan."

"And you chose to ignore them."

"Yes."

"Because you never saw me that way...Until a certain Queen in disguise decided I was...Desireable?"

Qui-Gon shifted a bit in surprise. "You are...Very perceptive, my padawan."

Obi-Wan stood and walked away from his master. He leaned casually against the wall and faced the main viewscreen, leaving his master kneeling several feet from him.

"I need you to tell me the truth, master. Can you do that?" His voice was strained. He really didn't want to go here, but he felt he had no choice.

"I will always be honest with you, Obi-Wan. Never doubt that." Qui-Gon's voice shook a bit. Whatever was coming, it couldn't be good.

"What do you think me feelings for you are?"

This question took him aback. He had expected something else. "Umm...Well, I have gotten the feeling that you...Desire me...For some years now. That you physically are attracted to me and would like to act on it."

Obi-Wan considered, still unwilling to look at Qui-Gon. "That's fair. Anything else?"

Jinn thought it through. "Well, I assume you love and respect me, more so than many padawans. Just as I love and respect you in return."

Obi-Wan scratched his head. "That's true as well, but not what I'm getting at. Anything more?"

Qui-Gon wracked his brain. "No, Obi-Wan."

Kenobi nodded. He had suspected as much. He had always known he was exceptionally good at hiding his true feelings in most situations. He had been accused of being stoic, unfeeling. For the first time, he regretted it.

"Ok, well, let's skip that then. Can you tell me, honestly, what you feel for me?"

Qui-Gon felt more sure of himself. This was a subject he could deal easier with, less guesswork. "Well, as I said, I love and respect you, I always have. More recently, I have realized how beautiful you are physically. I find myself following your body, studying your face..." He sighed. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you, padawan. Just looking at you...you're like sex on a stick, Obi-Wan."

Kenobi laughed at that. He had certainly never thought of himself in that way. He saw a well-formed body and a pleasant face, if somewhat stern and serious most of the time. But, now that he thought about it, he had been getting offers from other padawans since he reached puberty, and most away missions included at least one native that endeavored to flirt with him. He had always assumed it was the 'Jedi Mystique'...But, maybe it was the 'Obi-Wan Mystique instead. Padme sure seemed attracted to him. Definitley something to think about. But not now.

"Sex on a stick..." He muttered. Clearing his throat, he spoke up once more. "Did you get any...Indication...That I might be...Reluctant...To join with you last week?" The question was painful to ask, and even more painful to have answered.

He heard the confusion in his master's voice, and the reply was immediate. "No, Obi-Wan...You seemed very willing, if not downright eager. You reacted most enthusiastically."

"Well, that's true, to a point." Now to the painful bit. "So why did you hold me down?"

Qui-Gon blushed. "Umm...Well...I suppose that's a bit of a...kink, I guess you might say. A lot of people enjoy that kind of thing, Obi-Wan. I assumed it was something you'd done before, most Jedi have. It's one of the first uses of Force restraint padawans really relish practicing." He had to laugh at that, and was heartened when he heard Obi-Wan laugh as well. "Besides, you were telling me not to stop, that you couldn't wait..." Qui-Gon thought hard. That was what Obi-Wan had said, wasn't it? It was surely what he had heard.

"Well, that's one way of interpreting it, I suppose. The other way is the way I actually meant it, but..." He sighed. "It doesn't matter."

Qui-Gon stood and stomped over to his apprentice. He stopped in front of him and gazed down at him, willing the younger man to meet his eyes. Finally, for the first time in eight days, Obi-Wan willingly did so.

"No, Obi-Wan. This DOES matter. What do you mean, 'how you meant it?'"

Obi-Wan averted his eyes, unable to hold that crystal gaze any longer. "Qui-Gon, really, it was a misunderstanding. And a vague one at that. A part of me DID want it, did want to beg you not to stop, to encourage you on..."

A growing sense of horror crept into Qui-Gon Jinn. "But...That's NOT how you meant it, is it? You didn't mean...Don't stop...you meant...Don't. Stop."

Obi-Wan's voice was soft and sad. "Yes, but like I said...I chose my words badly. Hell, maybe I chose them badly on purpose. It's true that part of me wanted it to happen. No, that's not true. All of me wanted it to happen, just not like...Not like THAT."

"Like That?" Qui-Gon had backed away from his padawan, suddenly feeling no right to stand so near him.

"So...rough, so impersonal, so hard...I could tell how much you wanted me, and believe me I am glad of that, but...I always wanted my first time to be more...Romantic, loving...With you, but a version of you that loves me, that's in love with me romantically, as I am with you, not a you that just wants my body." Obi-Wan knew he shouldn't be saying these things, but he felt as though a damn had broken and all the water was just flowing out of him. "I didn't want my first time to be with you fucking me just as a reaction to your own jealousy that someone else might desire me. That's not what I've been saving myself for."

Qui-Gon took this in, not understanding. "Your first time...Your first time with ME, you mean?"

Obi-Wan shook his head, and this time he did lock gazes with his master. "No, master."

Gui-Gon felt as if he had been punched in the gut. This couldn't be. No way, not Obi-Wan. The man was a 25 year old walking advert for sin. No way was he really saying...

"Are you telling me you were a...Are you saying you'd never had...Surely that's not what you're saying. That's....Just. Not. Possible."

Obi-Wan's face flamed and he stared at the floor. "It is. Possible. More than possible." He shrugged. "I've never taken anyone or been taken by anyone. Well, NOW I have. But until last week, I hadn't. Not for lack of other's trying, mind." He added, attempting to lighten the mood.

The mood proved incredibly resistant, and was not lightened one bit.

Qui-Gon was stunned. This couldn't be, it just couldn't be! But it was. In some freakish reversal of all natural laws, his Obi-Wan had been a virgin. The purity he had always seen in his padawan was more than just of spirit, but of body as well. Obi-Wan could not have shocked him more if he'd said he had turned to the Dark side. Both situations seemed equally impossible.

Before Qui-Gon could make any coherent response, Obi-Wan was speaking again.

"At any rate, I know you didn't mean to hurt me, Qui-Gon. I do love you, as in 'am in love with you,' have been for years. But, I know you don't feel the same way about me. I can...I can deal with that. And if sex is all you are able to grant me, then I will accept that and be happy that I get even that much from you. If your curiousity is satisfied now and you have no further use of me, I will handle that, as well. Either situation will be painful but I'm not much of a Jedi if I can't deal with unrequited love, now, am I?" He ran his hand through his hair, suddenly exhausted. Sleeping in the nav chair had not been very restful. "I'm sorry, Master. I'm very tired and we will be home fairly soon. I don't feel I have the energy to discuss this further, and it would seem there's nothing left to say, anyway. I need to get some sleep in an actual bed. We will need to report to the Council upon our return, and I am in no condition to do so at the moment."

With a short bow, Obi-Wan turned abruptly and made for the door. Qui-Gon gestured for it to open, not wanting to keep his apprentice from leaving under his own power.

Qui-Gon knew his padawan very well. Obi-Wan had retreated into 'Perfect Padawan' mode, something he only did when he was hurting very, very badly. Qui-Gon was anguished to know that he alone was the cause of that hurt. Under normal circumstances, he was part of the remedy. But this was about as far from 'normal' as his relationship with Obi-Wan had ever been. He stood alone as the door closed, left to simmer in his confusion and shame.

Qui-Gon didn't speak to his padawan again aboard ship. Obi-Wan kept his distance, sleeping and reading in his bunk. His master noted that he was not eating, but chose to ignore it. He certainly couldn't induce Obi-Wan to do anything at the moment. Their bond had been restricted since he had found Anakin, and now Qui-Gon knew his padawan had shielded him completely. He didn't want to puch Obi-Wan on that score, either. If situations had been reversed, he very well may have done the same thing.

The two remaining days passed quickly, and before he knew it, they were landing at the Temple and appearances had to be upheld. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done.

Until the report in front of the Council. That was when Qui-Gon Jinn's whole world seemed to collapse upon him.

"I take Anakin Skywalker as my Padawan Learner."

The previously closed link Qui-Gon shared with Obi-Wan suddenly flooded back to life, the emotions hitting him with the force of a cyclone.

Disbelief, shame, pain, anger, sadness, betrayal, dismay, shock, and above all, a bone-crushing grief of a magnitude Jinn had never experienced before. As quickly as it had come, the conduit between them closed and he was alone in his mind once more.

He glanced briefly at Kenobi, and he visibly saw the man lose his composure for a split second, swallow heavily, and regain his outward calm. All in a fraction of a moment.

"An apprentice you have, Qui-Gon. Impossible to take another." Yoda said. What he meant was 'How dare you disavow your padawan on the spur of the moment in front of the Council like this?' Qui-Gon knew the reproach for what it was, but gave no sign.

He found himself spouting about how Obi-Wan had little left to learn from him, listing some of his faults but concluding with the ringing endorsement of him being 'capable' and prepared enough to take his trials.

Capable.

Adequate.

Satisfactory.

These words did no justice to the stunningly talented young man standing beside him. Qui-Gon knew not why he spoke so harshly, rather than tell the Council the truth. He knew he should have said what he knew to be: 'Obi-Wan is the most skilled padawan in the temple, and if it were not for my own desire to remain his master, I would have recommended him for his trials over a year ago.'

No.

Instead...He was Capable. Adequate. Satisfactory.

Before Qui-Gon could examine his feelings, Obi-Wan stepped up to support him. It was clearly an attempt to save his master embarrassment for his obvious misstep.

"I am ready to face the trials." Kenobi's voice was steady and strong, and Qui-Gon admired him all the more for it. He knew his apprentice was far from serene under his Jedi calm.

Yoda would not be told who was ready and who was not. He made that clear. Qui-Gon would not be dissuaded.

"He is the Chosen One. Surely you must see this. He must be trained."

The members of the Council exchanged solemn looks. Anakin could feel them conversing in the Force, but could not hear their actual words.

Finally, Yoda sighed and his ears drooped. "It is decided. Trained, he must be. A danger to himself and others, if he is not." The word 'others' was stressed heavily. Qui-Gon frowned at this. It seemed almost as if the boy's well-being was merely a side issue, and there was someone else in all this that would be hurt far more if the boy were not trained. Before he could ponder this, the little green troll continued. "So, trained, yes. He will be trained. Master Qui-Gon, you..."

Suddenly Anakin stepped forward and his high, clear voice rang through the council chamber.

"Masters, If it's not too much trouble, I...Well, I would rather have a female master. I like girls."

The confusion was uniform among all the faces in the room. Qui-Gon looked down on Skywalker, extreme puzzlement crossing his features. Even Obi-Wan looked down at the boy, even though he wished fervently he could get away with never seeing this kid for the rest of his days.

Yoda finally broke the silence, his voice kind, using the tone he always used with the younger initiates. "Why say you this, Anakin? The gender of your master matters not."

Anakin shifted on his feet and bit his lip. He gazed at the floor, suddenly embarrassed. "Well...It's just..." He took a deep breath. It embarrassed him to say this next bit, but he had to look out for himself. Long experience had taught him that no one else would.

"It's just that, If I'm going to be expected to kiss and, and, DO THINGS, sex things, with my master, like Obi-Wan has to with master Jinn...Well, I like girls. If I have to do those things I would rather do them with a girl. A human girl, if you have one around that could be my master."

The stillness in the council chamber was profound. No rustling of clothing, no gasp of surprise. Everyone in the room was too absolutely shocked to make any movement or sound whatsoever.

Anakin stared at the floor. Had he breached protocol in some way? Was this subject one that trainees were not supposed to speak of out loud? Or...Anakin gasped. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe what I saw with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon WASN'T normal...

The silence was finally broken by measured footsteps walking away, toward the double doors of the council chamber. Anakin looked up and behind him, to see Obi-Wan Kenobi walking stiffly out of the room. His head was held high, his arms folded into his robes. The doors opened without even a flick of his hands. Anakin felt a soft surge in the Force, then the doors closed behind the young Jedi, leaving him with master Jinn and twelve very astonished looking Jedi Councillors.

Obi-Wan walked out of the Council chamber, his brain fixed with only one thought. Get Away.

His head swam and his knees felt weak. The vision he had seen so briefly before his and Qui-Gon's memorable kiss on the Queen's ship had proven true. All the emotions, the council, right down to his master's hands resting on Anakin Skywalker's shoulders.

He had been disavowed. Rejected. Thrown away. But only after his master had had his way with him. Only after Qui-Gon got his piece of ass.

Can't think about it. Not now.

His feet seemed to be on autopilot as he made his way out the front doors of the Temple and on to walkways of the city. He took his robe off as he waited at a public transport stop. The next air car stopped for him and he boarded. The driver waved him on in. Jedi were entitled, as servants of the Republic, to fee transport on any public conveyance. Most private taxis would also ferry Jedi for free, merely for the prestige of having a Jedi passenger. Obi-Wan found himself pondering this, although there wasn't much to think about it. His mind needed to latch onto something inane, and nothing was more so than the public transport system on Coruscant.

Without even thinking about a destination, Obi-Wan rode the air car for hours. Other passengers came and went, going on about their lives.

Obi-Wan's life had come to a gut-wrenching stop with Anakin Skywalker's startling announcement.

Finally the driver pulled in to the central terminal and landed. The lack of movement brought Obi-Wan to gaze around. He looked up at the large Orellian driver standing in front of him, hands on his hips, sympathetic look in his eyes.

"I'm afraid my shift is over, Sir Jedi. I tried to ask you where you wanted to go, but you made no response. I'll be taking my own speeder home, is there somewhere I can take you on the way? Back to the temple, perhaps?" The man's voice was deep, silky, and smooth.

Obi-Wan stared up at the large man. He looked a kind sort. He had the typical nut-brown skin of his race, the broad build, the thick midnight blue hair tapering down to his waist in a single, long braid. His amber eyes glowed with suppressed amusement. But there was understanding there as well. His race was uniformly moderately telepathic, making them well suited to employment in the public sector. Drivers who could tell troublemakers before they boarded, and who had the authority to refuse them passage, had cut down on public transport violence. Chancellor Valorum had issued a call to hire Orellians as drivers and guards on public transports. That initiative had done wonders for the system.

Obi-Wan smiled to himself as he found he had allowed his mind to wander to such mundane subjects as hiring practices and safety statistics. He really, really needed distracting.

"No, no." He spoke, softly. "I am not ready to return to the Temple just now. I don't really know where I'd like to go." He gazed around the hangar. "Do you suppose your boss would mind if I slept in a corner of the hangar?" He said this jokingly, but with a thread of seriousness that the driver picked up on.

"Well, knowing my boss, he probably would put up a sign outside saying 'A Jedi Slept Here.' But, I would hate for you to be used as a marketing ploy. Tell you what, I was planning on stopping at my pub..." He shifted on his feet, suddenly nervous. "Well, it's not MY pub, but the pub I go to when I go to a pub..."

Obi-Wan smiled slightly at the man's sudden nervousness. Was he being asked on a DATE?

The Orellian cleared his throat. "Anyway. I'm going there on my way home, I'd be honored if you would join me, and then I can take you..." He raised his eyebrows. "Wherever it is you'd like to go." He held out his hand, and Obi-Wan took it. A gentle tug and Kenobi found himself on his feet, standing next to this man who looked a good foot taller than he. "Besides, you look like you could use a stiff...drink...or five."

Obi-Wan laughed. This man was like finding a Gellium crystal in a cave full of bantha dung. He needed to forget what had happened between him and his master, and what Anakin had said in front of the twelve most important Jedi currently living.

He pitched his voice low and deliberately husky. "Well, that sounds like a plan, to me. But I never go to a bar with a strange man unless I know his name first."

The Orellian laughed, a low, homey sound. He stuck out a huge six-fingered hand and gazed down on Obi-Wan with a spark of amusement in his eyes. "My name is Hullionin Gerruna. But my friends call me Mitts." He smiled, the _expression turning his handsome face into something almost boyish. "Because of my large hands, you see?"

Obi-Wan smiled up at him. "And what may I call you?"

Mitts laughed. "Well, I think anyone who spends over eight straight hours riding on my airbus deserves honorary friend status."

Obi-Wan's reserved chuckle joined his new friend's more boisterous one. He was a good judge of people even without the Force, but a quick Look at this man reassured him of his first impression. This guy posed no threat to him. Obi-Wan had never allowed ANYONE to flirt with him and get anywhere. He'd never been on a DATE. He needed to be distracted from all things Jedi, and this honest, hard-working citizen seemed an ideal way to do so.

Mind made up, he nodded. "That sounds nice. Let's go get that drink then."

The two men smiled, both suddenly shy, earlier bravado fading. Obi-Wan followed Mitts to his speeder, and soon they were darting off to a section of the city a respectable distance from the Temple. Obi-Wan had never had cause to visit this neighborhood, but he knew it to be inhabited mostly by decent folk with a high work ethic and very little crime. Knowing Mitts to be a part of such a community heartened Obi-Wan, reassuring him that his instincts had not failed him.

As they landed and made for the entrance to the pub, an establishment simply called "The Keston Street Pub," Obi-Wan leaned into his new friend and asked, "So, can I call you Mitzy, then?"

The Orellian laughed, barked a short "No!" Then they were in the pub, Mitts was greeting the bartender, the waiters, the patrons. Everyone seemed to know him, seemed to like him. He went to introduce Obi-Wan and found, to his embarrassment, that he had yet to ask the Jedi's name.

Obi-Wan smiled up at him and told him, "Ben. Ben Kenobi." Obi-Wan had no idea why he had given this man the name he only allowed his brother to use. I guess I don't want to be Obi-Wan right now. Maybe I never will again.

They sat in a booth and ordered drinks. Once in a while, a friend of Mitts came and sat with them for a while, making hesitant conversation with this new man, this Jedi.

The minutes ticked by, drinks were consumed, small talk exchanged. They were joined by two others and a long game of sabaac started up.

Obi-Wan finally allowed himself to truly relax. He found he hadn't felt this good in...Well, in a long time. No Qui-Gon to avoid, no Anakin to worry about, no Jar-Jar to annoy him. He felt a brief jab of guilt, assuming that his master might be worried about him...But no, he had his Chosen One to worry about, now.

Obi-Wan had worried about others his whole life. Tonight, he would only worry about himself.

The hours passed, and patrons bid them goodnight. Before they knew it, the bartender was approaching them, a regretful look on his face.

"Well, boys, it's closing time. As much as I'd like to lock up and let you stay here, I can't do it."

Mitts stood and stretched, audibly popping the stiff joints he had earned from sitting so long. "No problem, Garl. Time flies, you know. C'mon Ben, I'll take you home."

Obi-Wan got up as well, nodding.

Garl stuck his hand out and Obi-Wan shook it. "It was nice to meet you, Ben. Any friend of Mitts...Well, is someone who can spend credits in my bar anytime. Don't be a stranger, quite a few of my regulars took quite a shine to you, boy."

Obi-Wan bristled a bit at being called 'boy', but it passed quickly. Garl, a tall human with silver hair, looked to be plenty old enough to see him as a youngster. He couldn't take offense at it.

"I'm sure I'll be back. I enjoyed my time here, very much." He grinned, the smile lighting up the room. Garl glanced at his friend, and it suddenly occurred to him that Mitts had spent this night falling hard for this handsome Jedi. He shook his head and ushered them to the door.

As he locked the bar up, he flicked his eyes to the two men next to him. Both were fidgeting, averting their eyes. He'd seen this kind of thing before.

"You know, it is really late. I don't know about you, but I'm really tired. You two are welcome to stay in the room upstairs if you like. Actually, I insist. Both of you've been drinking all night and I won't be having your deaths on my conscience just because you had to drive home tonight."

Obi-Wan and Mitts exchanged looks, then casually nodded. Garl led them up a flight of stairs. "I rent this room out sometimes, when my sister isn't in town with her kids. But, since you're a Jedi, Ben, and have no doubt done a lot to help the Republic...I think I can let you stay free of charge."

He opened the door and waved Mitts and Ben into a simple but cozy room, complete with kitchenette and 'fresher. The main room held a comm unit, a holovid player, and a large couch that Garl walked up to and folded out into a bed. He looked around, suddenly a bit uncomfortable.

"There's extra linens in the closet if you need to...umm....make another bed on the floor, or something." He was astounded when he felt his face flush a bit. Surely he was too old to be embarrassed by the prospect of these two sleeping together.

"Anyway. Here's the key, and there's no hurry to get it back. If you need to stay a couple of days, Ben, please feel free." Garl had been in the business a long time, and this young Jedi had the look of someone hiding from something. Why else would he have spent over eight hours riding on Mitts' airbus? That story had caused the old bartender to laugh, even though a definite streak of desperation must have existed for anyone to do such a thing.

"Well. I'm off. My wife will be put out with me if I show up any later than I already am. See you two later." With that, Garl made a hasty exit, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Mitts and Obi-Wan stood in the center of the room, not looking at one another. The sound of Garl creaking down the stairs faded, and still they didn't move.

Finally, the large Orellian cleared his throat. "Ben, I can call a taxi and get home if this makes you uncomfortable."

Obi-Wan looked up quickly, his face unreadable. "No, no, I don't want you to do that." He swallowed. "I'd like you to stay. I don't want to be alone."

Mitts nodded. "Ok, well, I'll just get those linens and make myself a pallet on the floor then."

As he began to turn, A hand on his arm stopped him. Obi-Wan's voice was soft. "That's not necessary. You can share the bed with me. I'm used to sharing sleep, Jedi frequently get very little in the way of accommodations off-planet."

That wasn't the reason Obi-Wan wanted Mitts in the bed with him, but it sounded reasonable when he said it. He took the few steps to the bed and sat down heavily, head in his hands.

The bed dipped sharply when Mitts plopped down beside him. A large brown hand hesitantly moved to rest on his knee, and Mitts voice wafted to his ears, uncertain.

"I can tell you're in a great deal of pain. Lemme help you." The hand on his knee moved up to stroke his thigh, then back down.

Obi-Wan didn't need to ask what Mitts meant.

He shook his head faintly. He had been thinking of such a thing for hours, but this decent, gentle man deserved more than to be used. "I can't take advantage of you like that."

"What if I said I wanted you to take advantage of me? That I would regret it for the rest of my life if didn't encourage you to take advantage of me?" Mitts voice had gone husky, his hand moving up to the junction of Obi-Wan's hip and crotch.

Obi-Wan took a few moments to think on that. He desired Mitts for himself, not just as a comfort. The past few hours he had come to respect this man, to genuinely like him. He was funny, smart, honest, and kind. If he had any Force sense whatsoever, Mitts would have made one hell of a Jedi.

And the man obviously wanted him, found him attractive. Enjoyed his company. He had known this man for under a day, but already he knew that making love with Mitts would be more than just a fuck. More than what Qui-Gon had given him.

That thought decided it. Obi-Wan suddenly saw Mitts as a gift from the Force, and he would not waste that on his own insecurities.

"I would say that still doesn't make it right." Obi-Wan took Mitts large hand from his hip and held it in his. He drew a small pattern on the bronze palm. "But far be it for me to leave you regretful..."

Obi-Wan leaned in and kissed the waiting lips tenderly, slowly. He found himself funneling all the love he held for his master, all the longing for sweet kisses from Qui-Gon, into this kiss with a near stranger. Qui-Gon had earned this from me...But he no longer deserves it.

Obi-Wan laid back, pulling Mitts with him. He kissed him again, exploring with slow swipes of tongue and languorous moving lips. Mitts responded beautifully, and Obi-Wan felt a very large erection poke into his leg.

Why do I always pick such HUGE men to want? He thought to himself, amused. Mitts had a good six inches height on Qui-Gon, tall even for an Orellian. Obi-Wan could tell that his cock was proportionate, and the thought send shivers through him, both of trepidation and anticipation.

He moved his head down to kiss the brown skin of Mitts' neck, averting his hands to untying and unbraiding that gorgeous, almost-black hair.

Mitts ran his hands down Obi-Wan's body, the sixth finger feeling strange, but not in a bad way. His breathing came faster and he whispered, "Ben, oh, Ben, you're so beautiful." Obi -Wan finally had his hair freed, and it flowed over them in midnight blue waves. It's texture was like thick strands of the finest silk, and Obi-Wan brought a handful up to breathe in the smoky scent left from the bar.

He moaned as one of Mitt's hands came up to work on his belt, then down to unfasten his boots. Suddenly he chuckled a bit, causing his new lover to cease. "Oh, I'm sorry...It just occurred to me that moaning out 'Mitts, oh, Mitts..' sounds a bit...Ridiculous."

Mitts laughed heartily and kissed him again. "Yes, you're right. Usually my lovers call me Hugh. I think..." His breath hitched as Obi-Wan began to unbutton his shirt. "I think you've crossed into that category..." Obi-Wan had his shirt completely open now, and was stroking his chest teasingly, running his fingers over dark nipples, through thick dark blue chest hair.

Obi-Wan surged up, flipping them over to land on top of Hugh. The Orellian laughed as he bounced on the bed. "Ben! You sure are strong for such a little fella!"

Obi-Wan laughed with him and his eyes went sultry, his voice teasing. "We Jedi are stronger than we look. And you have yet to see my 'little fella'...Although, for my race, he isn't considered small at all."

He kicked his boots off as Hugh worked a hand to remove the rest of his belt and unwind his sash. Obi-Wan moaned and latched his mouth onto Hugh's nipple as the big hand worked to push Obi-Wan's leggings down, freeing his rock-hard erection.

Obi-Wan bit down on the small nub as the huge hand engulfed his cock and started to fondle it. Hugh's voice was deep and rough. "Oh, no, Ben, you're not small at all down there, are you? I've been with a few men of your stature and I have to say..." He stopped as Obi-Wan moved to tease and nibble his other nipple. "I have to say you're very nice, very...nice!"

His voice went up in pitch and volume as Obi-Wan grabbed him through his trousers. Obi-Wan found he just had to see this huge cock he could feel, and his nimble fingers mad short work of the fastenings on Hugh's trousers.

Obi-Wan sat up and moved to the side, grabbing Hugh's pants and yanking them down. He encountered resistance at the large man's boots, but quickly pulled them off and slid the dark trousers to the floor. Bracing himself for a sight he knew would rock his world, Obi-Wan moved back to sit next to Hugh on the bed, finally allowing his eyes to rest on the erect cock nestled in dark curls.

Obi-Wan's mouth dropped open and Hugh laughed uproariously. He glanced up at his lover, saw the handsome face smiling, eyes sparkling. Hugh lay back casually, arms folded behind his head, shirt unbuttoned and hanging from his broad shoulders.

"Gods, Hugh! You're...That's...Wow..." Obi-Wan had to get his hands on it. He stood quickly, removing his tunics and leggings, throwing them to the floor. His leg slipped a bit on his discarded leggings and he felt something under him crunch slightly. Disregarding it, hoping it wasn't his light saber, Obi-Wan decided to deal with it later. Finally naked, he moved to join Hugh on the bed, but stopped when Hugh spoke.

"Ben, no wait." Obi-Wan froze, _expression unsure. "Just...Stand there, a moment. I want to get a look at you."

Obi-Wan laughed and spread his arms out, displaying himself for the sweet man on the bed. He spread his legs a bit, half-hard cock dangling enticingly between his legs. Obi-Wan put his hands behind his head, lacing the fingers in his hair, winking salaciously.

Hugh moved to all fours on the bed, facing this strange man, devouring him with his eyes. "Turn around." His voice had turned gravelly with desire, mouth gone dry at the sight of all that pale skin over lightly defined muscles. As Obi-Wan turned, Hugh caught his breath. The line of hip and calf, dusting of freckles across smooth shoulders, and that perfect, lovely ass..."Ben, you're perfect. You're...Beautiful."

Hugh swung his legs around and stood, shedding the last of his clothes as he took the two steps he needed to close the distance between them. He drew his arms around Obi-Wan, bringing his chest to rest against the Jedi's back. His erection slid against the smooth skin of Obi-Wan's flank, running shivers down his legs. Obi-Wan stretched his arms up and back, circling Hugh's neck.

He lifted his head up and to the side, and Hugh dipped his head down to meet him in a slow, sweet kiss. Obi-Wan murmured into the hot mouth. "Hugh, make love to me. Show me I'm worth something other than a hard, fast claiming."

Hugh wasn't sure what Obi-Wan was talking about, but just the thought that he may have been abused in some way filled the Orellian with anger. He tamped it down, knowing Ben didn't need any negative emotions right now.

He nuzzled Obi-Wan's hair and whispered, "Yes, oh, yes, Ben. You are worth it, you are." He backed up until his legs hit the bed, then sat down slowly, drawing Obi-Wan around to face him, settling the smaller man in his lap, his legs astride him, straddling him. Obi-Wan's cock was full now, a drop of fluid sparking on the tip. He rubbed it against Hugh's stomach as they began kissing and stroking each other's bodies. Their mouths met and withdrew, met and withdrew, again and again in soft, longing, leisurely kisses.

Hands wandered, ran through hair, skirted over flanks and backs and chests. Both men moaned encouragements to each other, working slowly toward a joining filled with mutual need and desire.

Before they knew it, Hugh was lying down, Obi-Wan kneeling over him, kissing his chest, licking his nipples, moaning his need.

Going on instinct, he called a bottle of lotion from the fresher to his hand. He opened it and brought one of Hugh's huge hands to him, coating the fingers with lotion. Hugh stared up at him, his eyes lidded and glowing. Obi-Wan crept up a few inches so Hugh could reach him more easily, then he pitched forward to kiss and lick the smooth shoulder beneath him. As he shifted to Hugh's neck, he whispered, "Prepare me for you, Hugh. I want you inside me." Hugh groaned at the thought, cock twitching. "Be gentle, I've only done this once, and he was not so large as you."

Hugh reached one slick finger to circle Obi-Wan's opening. The breath against his neck quickened as he inserted his finger slowly, easing in all the way. He couldn't help but wonder how it could be that this incredibly attractive man had only been taken once. Maybe he prefers to be the one doing the taking? Surely it must be something like that. He would ask later, if at all.

Obi-Wan bit down on Hugh's neck as a second finger was added, stroking into him slowly, with great care. The miraculous spot inside him was pressed and Obi-Wan moaned. "Oh, Gods, Hugh, yes, yes, more, please!"

Hugh smiled as Obi-Wan bit his neck again, bearing down with his teeth when finger number three slid past the tight muscle to move against the silky heat inside him. Hugh hooked his fingers and moved them with short, intense thrusts, making sure to hit the place in Obi-Wan that stole his breath from him.

Obi-Wan dropped his sweating forehead to Hugh's shoulder as he moved sinuously against his lover. He pushed back against Hugh's hand, helping to direct the depth and pressure of those wonderful fingers. His breathing became ragged and he felt almost like he was drifting, dazed.

"Hugh, Gods, you're good at this!" He laughed weakly, the sound turning into a harsh gasp as a fourth finger joined the others. "Ahh! Ah! Ah!" He couldn't help but cry out.

Hugh stopped immediately. "Should I stop, Ben? I don't want to hurt you, sweet."

Obi-Wan smiled at the endearment and shook his head. "No, no, don't stop. I want you, all of you. Don't stop."

Hugh smiled and resumed his stroking motion as Obi-Wan lowered his head to kiss him, long and slow. By the time the kiss ended, Obi-Wan was ready to try more than just fingers. Hugh sensed his neediness and desire, and sat upright, holding Obi-Wan in his lap. They kissed again as Hugh withdrew his fingers, grabbed the lotion, and slicked up his considerable cock.

Obi-Wan snuggled into him, resting his head on the broad, brown shoulder. Hugh's voice tickled his ear, soft and earnest. "Are you sure, Ben? You could take me instead, you know."

Obi-Wan smiled. "Maybe I will, later. Yes, Hugh, I'm sure. I...I need this. I need...to replace..." His voice hitched as his mind replayed the pain and shock of Qui-Gon shoving into him roughly. "I need to replace bad with good, Hugh." He shifted his head to gaze into concerned amber eyes. "Will you be good for me, my friend?"

Hugh swallowed the lump in his throat and whispered huskily, "I will try, Ben. I will try."

Obi-Wan nodded and kneeled up, placing his hands on Hugh's shoulders. He reached behind him as Hugh fixed his intent gaze to his face. Gently grasping Hugh's huge cock in one hand, he used the other to spread his ass a bit and positioned the large, blunt crown of Hugh's penis to rest at his relaxed opening.

Slowly, Obi-Wan lowered himself a bit until the head slipped inside, breaching the tight ring with a sharp, intense pain. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and breathed through it. Shortly, the pain receded and he smiled. The combination of a lot of lotion and a thorough preparation made all the difference, and the pain here was much less than that he had encountered with his master.

Obi-Wan slid down slowly as Hugh sat still, arms braced against the bed, just watching the expressions cross Obi-Wan's face as he impaled himself. The Jedi moaned harshly as he seated himself, the pain coalescing into a feeling of pleasant fullness.

Finally, Obi-Wan stopped, Hugh's cock fully sheathed within him. He sighed, adjusting to the stretch and pressure on his opening. He grasped Hugh by the shoulders and pulled the man to him in another wet kiss. Between licks, he moaned out, "Oh, Hugh, you feel so good. It hurts, but it's a good hurt. Not like..." He stopped himself. He backed his head away so he could look into those amazing amber eyes, then he began to lift himself up slowly, arching his back and hips. His fingers played with Hugh's hair as he stared at him and lowered back down.

Hugh stared back, and _expression of wonder on his face. He held Obi-Wan's heated gaze and began to smile as the Jedi moved on him. Has anything ever felt this good? He knew it hadn't.

"Oh, Ben, you're...You're amazing." As Obi-Wan began to speed up, Hugh found he couldn't speak and just relaxed into it, moaning and grunting as the pleasure washed through him.

They made love sweetly, slowly, for several long minutes, both men enjoying the soft movements and low moans that mingled in the air around them. Finally, both needed more, and more was given.

Obi-Wan rode faster, reveling in the burn of the large cock inside him, hitting that spot with each downward thrust. He knew he wouldn't need any additional stimulation to come.

Hugh removed Obi-Wan's hands from his shoulders and laid them on his chest. He reclined back until his back hit the mattress, then reached out to gently grasp Obi-Wan's hips, helping to support the other man as his motions drove them both toward release.

Obi-Wan reached his arms up to grasp in his own hair, tugging insistently as he arched and threw his head back. He felt the ecstacy building within him, and knew it wouldn't be long. His gasps increased in volume until he was crying out with each forceful thrust, flinging himself down to meet Hugh's hips with wild abandon. He lifted himself up and almost totally off the other man's cock, causing the tight ring to accept the large crown with each stroke. The sharp pain thrilled him as it turned into something else when the spot inside him was stroked.

Hugh stared up at Obi-Wan, thrilled at the feeling of total withdraw quickly followed by being fully ensconced in that incredible tight heat. No one had ever rode him like this, and he doubted anyone else ever would after. This calm, controlled young man had unleashed a passion that could only be compared to a force of nature. Hugh shouted out as he felt Obi-Wan's muscles clench against his cock.

Obi-Wan's movements continued as he shouted out his orgasm, wanting his partner to come with him. "Oh, oh, Gods, Hugh! Yes! Fuck me, yes, yes!" His own words inflamed him and he felt his cock jump and pulse as his come flowed out of him. A split second later, he felt Hugh pulse deep within his body as those huge hands lifted him once and slammed him back down.

Hugh threw his head back and cried, "Oh, Ben, Ben, Yes! So good, so good!" As he shouted, he felt his seed empty into the willing body above him. All his muscles seemed to tense and then relax as one, and he lay on the bed, boneless, eyes closed, spent.

Obi-Wan collapsed onto Hugh, his semen sliding between them as he snuggled down into the heat of the large man's body, reaching his hands up to rest in that glorious hair. Strong arms circled him as a soft mouth nuzzled at his neck. He sighed, content and sated.

"Oh, Hugh. That was wonderful. You were wonderful." He lifted his head and kissed the lush mouth of his lover, teasing with his tongue. "Thank you. Thank you, Hugh. You've made me...Very happy." He snuggled down and closed his eyes, knowing the combination of stress and exertion would drag him down into sleep very soon.

Hugh closed his eyes and sighed as Obi-Wan settled down onto him. "I should thank you, Ben. That was..." He was unable to complete the thought. He felt Obi-Wan's breathing become steady, and knew the man was falling asleep. "Sleep, sweet. Sleep." He petted the soft hair and turned his head to rest on the pillow. He found himself sleepy as well, and his last thought was a hope that Ben would still be there when he awoke in the morning.

(continued in part 4)