Qui-Gon was completely exhausted. Substitute teaching
for the last week was almost as draining as combat practice
sessions. What's the difference? he wondered drowsily.
I can catch a few hours of sleep before the next courses
begin. He yawned, turning off the lights and stretching
out. Thankfully Master Ooreth had been kind enough to allow him
the use of his quarters. Qui-Gon knew he would've never made it
back to his own living area as fatigued as he was. Friends in
high places. At least Obi-Wan is enjoying himself at the
fairgrounds today.
He relaxed in the darkness, smiling. My padawan. What am I
to do with you. Over the last few months, his feelings for
a certain young man had definitely taken a more than platonic
turn. He knew those feelings were returned, but they dare not
act on them. Disastrous he mused. The ever present
Council and their regulating body were worse than tyranny
sometimes. Because of the intensity of their feelings, Qui-Gon
thought it best his padawan get his own living space adjacent
to his own.
Shared quarters was no longer an option. My control around
him is pretty fragile at best. It was his responsibility as
Master to set the example. Such nobility! he
self-mocked. All I really want to do is crush him in my arms
every night.
Deciding that the train of thought was getting him nowhere, he
made a conscious effort to drift off. After a while he was
soundly asleep.
A silent form slipped into the darkness. Muted footsteps padded
toward the bed where the sleeping form lay. Obi-Wan's heart
pounded. He wasn't sure if this was the wisest stunt to pull,
but he saw no other course of action. If Qui-Gon wasn't going
to make the first move, he was!
Softly he approached the bed, touching his way in the dark.
Tunic, pants, undergarments slid to the floor. Silently he slid
under the covers, pulse racing. Qui-Gon was sleeping on his
stomach. Obi-Wan sprawled across the top of him. He inhaled the
scent of his Master's long mass of hair, holding handfuls
against his face. His arms snaked around the broad back.
Qui-Gon's body was too warm all of a sudden. He shifted a
little, still sound asleep. He had difficulty breathing. Still
warm. Face down in pillow. In reflex, he coughed, flipping over
on his back...
"Hey!" A voice squealed. Qui-Gon's eyes snapped open as he
rolled over in surprise.
"Obi-Wan?!" he looked about in the dark, shocked.
"Master, you're squishing me" the familiar voice complained.
Qui-Gon sat up, activating the lamp on the nightstand. His eyes
were a little unfocused as he stared at his padawan in his
state of undress.
Obi-Wan gulped. Maybe this was a bad idea.
"Padawan" Qui-Gon said slowly, eyeing him. "What is this? Do
you know where you are?!"
The younger Jedi's throat went dry. "Master, I...I wanted to be
with you."
Qui-Gon was incredulous. "Be with me! Are you crazy? These are
Master Ooreths' quarters!"
"I mean no harm, Master, I only-"
"You will get dressed immediately and return to the
fairgrounds! Then we will discuss this behavior later!"
"Please, Master" the emerald eyes pleaded. He touched his
Master's face. "I love you so much, I can't stand it-"
Qui-Gon softened. "Obi-Wan, this is neither the time nor place.
If you are discovered here-"
The younger man suddenly brushed his lips against Qui-Gon's. He
shuddered from the touch.
"Master, no one will know, I was extremely careful" he wrapped
his arms around the other man, slithering his tongue along
Qui-Gon's jawline.
The taller man gasped in delight. His eyes closed at the
contact, then opened quickly. Control.
Obi-Wan continued, sliding his tongue down Qui-Gon's neck,
around his adam's apple. "So many nights I've ached for you.
Dreaming of your touch-"
Force! He'll drive me mad. I must send him away now...
The tongue teased around the hollow in the collarbone, then
along both sides. "-Wondering what you tasted like-"
Qui-Gon gasped, clutching the spiky hair. Fire stabbed his
groin. "Obi-Wan, listen to me. You cannot, we must not-"
his voice caught in his throat. Obi-Wan's head was sliding down
under the covers. His tongue lapped at a nipple, plumping it.
Over to the other...
"-wanting you to hold me and tell me that you love-" the hot
mouth sucked on his stomach above the sleep pants.
Qui-Gon was rapidly losing control. "Padawan" he rasped, head
falling back, "I beg you to go now, while..."
Obi-Wan's head disappeared under the covers. He yanked down the
pajama pants Qui-Gon wore. His voice was muffled beneath the
sheets. "-Needing you to fill me with your wet love-" two
fingers suddenly plunged up Qui-Gon's buttocks, twisting. He
bucked up, crying out.
"AAh Obi-Wan!"
The fingers pumped and twisted, stroking a spot inside.
Obi-Wan's mouth closed on his Master's shaft, pulling with slow
suction. Qui-Gon was lost, long body arching up and bouncing on
the mattress.
"Sweet! Yes! Obi-Wan, more!"
His Master's pleasure was nearly driving him over the edge as
well. His cock was pressed painfully under his stomach,
throbbing for release. He suckled Qui-Gon's heavy sacs,
inhaling musk. His own cock began to leak onto the mattress.
He yelped as powerful arms suddenly pulled him up, flipping him
over on his back.
"NOW, my love!" Qui-Gon pulled the bronzed thighs wide open, up
over his hips, and plowed inside. Obi-Wan nearly screamed as
fire raced up his spine.
Hazed in pleasure, he watched his Master pumping over him, like
a wild thing. Powerful muscles flexing, sweating in exertion.
The wild mane, tumbling down around them both. Eyes dreamily
half closed, tongue snaking over full lips...
They shrieked their explosion, coming simultaneously. Obi-Wan
felt his body clench as Qui-Gon's engorged cock flooded him. He
fell back as thick cream slid out of his cleft. Qui-Gon
grimaced in sweet agony, his head thrown back. "Aaagh..."
Panting, Obi-Wan threw his arms out. "Come, my master, I will
catch you."
Qui-Gon collapsed down into his arms. He nuzzled the fine neck,
licking an ear. "What did I ever do to deserve thee."
His padawan sighed in contentment. "Will you send me away now?"
Qui-Gon rolled him over, wrapping his arms around in a crushing
embrace. "Never, my love. Here, in my arms is where you
belong."
Those were the words Obi-Wan had longed to hear for months. A
tear rolled down his cheek. "You love me?" he whispered.
Qui-Gon gave him a brillant smile, peppering his face with slow
kisses. "With all my heart and soul. I am one with thee, my
Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, snuggling under Qui-Gon's chin. "And
I, with thee."
"But you will have to leave shortly, beloved."
"What? Why!"
Qui-Gon indicated their surroundings. "Forget so soon? We
aren't at home!"
Obi-Wan slapped a hand on his head, giggling. "Oh brother!"
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