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Category: a sweet and fluffy bit of PWP

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Q/O

Feedback: Appreciated.

Thanks: To the beta readers who helped with various comments and encouragement (Nimori, Tem-ve H'syan and The Rose). All mistakes are definitely my own since I can't resist tweaking.

Summary: A quiet night at the end of a mission.

Warnings: If you don't like male-male relationships you are in the wrong place. No profit is intended or made.

Spoilers: None, pre-TPM.

Disclaimer: The boys belong to George Lucas, I'm just playing with them.

~ ~ Character internal thoughts

// // thoughts over a bond

The crackling fire added comforting warmth to the cozy sitting room and sent shadows leaping in the dark corners. It was a pleasant counterpoint to the native stringed instrumentals playing softly in the background. A pool of bright light highlighted the serious young man seated on the overstuffed sofa, bare feet propped on the fur-covered ottoman. Occasionally he chewed on the end of a long braid as he read through a stack of datapads, sometimes making notes or comparing two pads.

A radiant smile lit the young man's face as he heard the outer door to the suite open. He gathered up the data pads, set them aside, then stood up and stretched, the loose leggings and undertunic momentarily pulled taut. He moved toward the doorway as a wall chrono chimed the eighth evening hour.

"Welcome back, Master," Obi-Wan said as he took the snow-covered cloak from the tall Jedi master. "How did things go today?"

Qui-Gon shook himself all over, then heaved a deep sigh. "Thank you, Padawan. Everything went very well today and we finished the negotiations on schedule. The mission is officially over and tomorrow morning our ship leaves for Coruscant." He sat down on a sturdy bench as the young man knelt and began unbuckling the icy boots. "These Bretherans certainly work long hours for such old beings." The master yawned hugely. "Almost makes me feel ancient trying to keep up with them."

"Would you like some tea or something to eat, o elderly one?," Obi-Wan asked, grinning as he pulled the boots off.

"Don't even mention food," Qui-Gon groaned. "The final documents were signed at thirteenth hour but today is also some sort of minor local festival, so they've been partying in the main city square since then, snow or no snow, with assorted buffets under eight different tents. I feel like a stuffed popsicle. No, what I really want right now is a nice hot bath so I can thaw out." He yawned again. "Perhaps I'll have some tea later." He reached out to stroke his lover's cheek affectionately.

"Force, your hands are like ice, Master," chided the young man, a quiet smile on his lips as he intercepted the cold fingers and gently rubbed them between his own hands. "I'll start that bath while you get undressed."

"Thank you, Obi-Wan. I'll be right there." Qui-Gon smiled gratefully as he headed for their shared sleeping room to shed his clothes.

Having been gently shooed away after getting his master settled into a steaming bath, the apprentice returned to the main room to prepare a pot of tea. While the tea was brewing he stoked up the fire, adding new logs, then stopped to look out the wide windows to watch the snow falling, encasing their balcony and the rest of the outer world in a soft shroud of white. He put the thermal pot and two cups on a tray, then set the tray on a small table next to the ottoman. Briefly checking the bond to make sure Qui-Gon was still awake in the bath, Obi-Wan sat down on the sofa and propped his feet back up on the ottoman. For several minutes he simply sat with his hands behind his head, staring into the fire, as he let his thoughts wander.

It had been a hectic period before they came to Brethera to resolve several border disputes. Four missions back to back gave them little time for anything besides work, so in some ways this assignment was somewhat of a breather, at least for the apprentice. The humanoid Bretherans were very long lived; the average age of the two main negotiating teams was well over one hundred standard years and they made it quite clear that they were only interested in discussions with the senior Jedi, not a twenty-two year old apprentice who was still a child by their standards. Obi-Wan supported his Master with whatever research or other tasks he could, but for the most part Qui-Gon insisted that his apprentice use the time to get caught up on his academic studies. The younger Jedi put his time to good use during the fifteen day mission. While Qui- Gon was away in negotiations sixteen to twenty hours out of each twenty five hour day, Obi-Wan made so much progress in his political science and engineering courses that his master had scheduled him for final exams in both subjects immediately after they returned to Coruscant. He smiled as he heard Qui-Gon rustling around after his bath; the two men were also looking forward to some much needed down time together back at the Temple.

~ I really do need to review those last three major treaties before the test, ~ sighed Obi-Wan as he picked up a datapad. ~ If I can finish the treaties tonight and then review the engineering formulas on the trip back, I should be ready for both exams. ~ He let his glance stray toward the sleeping room for just a moment before regretfully focusing back on the datapad. ~ Ah well, duty before pleasure, as they say. ~

For several minutes the apprentice studiously read; he determinedly ignored the presence he felt standing in the doorway. A hint of a smile twitched the corners of his mouth; he could feel his Master's fatigue over their bond but there was also a hint of mischief mingled with love. ~ If he wants to play games tonight, that's just too bad. It's about time the boot was on the other foot for a change after all those lectures about duty coming first, ~ Obi-Wan thought, pleased with himself for sticking to his work in the face of such potentially pleasant diversion.

A tall figure dressed only in a loosely belted robe finally sauntered into the pool of light surrounding one end of the sofa. Qui-Gon stood silently, hands on his hips.

"Tea is in the thermal pot, Master," Obi-Wan said, not bothering to look up. "It's that herbal blend you said you liked."

"Perhaps a bit later," Qui-Gon replied in a low husky voice. "I think I would like to just have a quiet evening and relax for a while right now."

"As you wish, Master. I have more reading to do."

The apprentice forced himself not to respond to either the voice or the weight that settled next to him, keeping his eyes on his datapad.

"If you could just move your hand," murmured Qui-Gon.

As Obi-Wan automatically picked up his right hand, he suddenly found a Jedi master stretched full length on the long sofa, leonine head pillowed on the apprentice's lap.

"Ahhh, much better," Qui-Gon sighed, shifting his weight until he was settled in.

"Comfortable, Master?" asked the apprentice, a hint of acid in his tone. Obi-Wan gave in, just a little, to the extent of letting his right hand rest on the warm flesh just above his Master's heart, but obstinately ignoring the way the synthsilk robe so fetchingly outlined all the contours of the lean, well muscled body lying next to him.

"Very comfortable, Padawan, thank you," Qui-Gon replied, letting his own left hand rest lightly atop his apprentice's.

The room was quiet again for several minutes, occasional sparks from the fire shooting up the chimney. Obi-Wan changed datapads with his left hand, chasing down some references. His right thumb absently moved in small circles on the smooth skin under the robe. He was puzzling through an obscure treaty clause when he felt the weight in his lap slowly shift, turning until warm breath was nuzzling his groin. The apprentice waited until he felt teeth begin a stealthy assault on the laces of his leggings.

"Master," he said quietly but firmly, "I'm trying to study."

"Mmm hmmm," was the muffled response.

The leggings were untied as warm breath puffed against the apprentice's belly. The teeth now had a firm grip on the waistbands of both leggings and smallclothes and were slowly dragging them down.

"Master." This time loudly, with exasperation. "You know I have exams as soon as we get back to the Temple. I really do need to study."

The progress of the clothing paused, as if the teeth were thinking. A flash of mischief passed over the bond. // I shall be very quiet. // The downward progress resumed.

"Masstterrrr." Obi-Wan's right hand was still, pressing downward with light pressure.

The teeth reluctantly released their grip. "I agree. You do need to study, Padawan," rumbled the master's low voice. "Think of this as an exercise in focus." The voice changed to a low purr as hungry amusement trickled over the bond. "We can both focus on our respective tasks. Don't worry, I shall be very quiet and very slow. You will hardly notice that I'm here."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and blew an annoyed snort out through his nose. "That's not fair, especially since you were the one who scheduled the exams in the first place," he accused, trying to pull his hand back as he glared down.

Qui-Gon captured his apprentice's right hand in his left. "Padawan," he said in an offended tone. "I am wounded, yes, wounded to the core, that you could believe I would take such unfair advantage of my position."

The apprentice continued to glare silently, jaw set, as Qui-Gon's expression changed from offended to hopeful, then to resigned.

Heaving an enormous sigh, Qui-Gon squeezed his apprentice's hand lightly. "You're right, of course. That wasn't fair. I apologize, Padawan."

"Apology accepted, Master," Obi-Wan replied, his expression softening a little.

The captured hand was raised to penitent lips for a soft kiss. "Love you, Obi-Wan."

"I love you too, Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan's heart melted, but not his resolve. "And I'll love you even better if you let me study."

Mournful blue eyes glistened suspiciously. "Yes, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said meekly. He kissed the apprentice's hand once more, then let it rest softly on his breast. He continued in a sad tone, "I shall just lie here and wait quietly until you have time for your tired old master . . . . " A single tear gathered and slid down the long face as a slyly suggestive push tried to worm its way across the bond.

"That does it," exploded Obi-Wan. "That goes beyond grossly unfair to downright manipulative. Move, Sith damn you." Pushing his master away, the apprentice heaved himself off the sofa and stood upright. "I can see there is just no dealing with you tonight. Fine." He yanked his leggings down to his knees. "If you're going to be such a pest, then just fine." The leggings came off and were thrown aside. "I'm not going to waste any more time arguing with you." The smallclothes and undertunic went flying after the leggings.

"But, Obi-Wan - "

"I don't want to hear it." The apprentice plunked himself back down on the sofa and put his feet back up on the ottoman. Arranging himself into a comfortable position with penis and testicles pulled up toward his belly, he picked up a datapad. "I am going to study," Obi-Wan said in a glacial tone as his shields slammed up. "You get on with whatever you had on your devious little sex-starved mind, but be quiet about it."

"Yes, Padawan." There was creaking and rustling as Qui-Gon rearranged himself on the sofa, his head comfortably ensconced back in his apprentice's lap. "Thank you, Obi-Wan," he ventured after a moment.

"Hmmpphhh."

Silence reigned again for several minutes. Noticing that there was no activity at all, Obi-Wan sneaked a glance down. Qui-Gon was simply lying there, a contrite and miserable expression on his face as he stared at the ceiling, worrying at his lower lip.

"Oh, for Force sake! Now what's wrong?" the apprentice asked, irritation sharpening his tone.

"I . . . can't do it," Qui-Gon said dejectedly. "You're angry with me, and rightly so. I'm sorry, Obi-Wan. I should just go to bed and let you study."

"Qui-Gon . . . " The apprentice put his right hand on his Master's chest to push him back down. "I didn't mean to be so harsh." Obi-Wan sighed. "Do you want to stay?"

"Yes, please," Qui-Gon said in a small voice. "I've missed being with you, touching you, but I should have respected your needs, also, and your duties." Qui-Gon looked away. "I was only thinking of myself, and I am truly sorry."

"It's alright." Obi-Wan ran a finger along the edge of his Master's bearded chin. "I've missed you, too, and I promise I'll make it up to you after we get back and I've finished both exams." He put his hand back inside the robe, just above the heart. He nodded thoughtfully. "Actually, it would be a good exercise in focus, I suppose." He smiled a little. "I'm still going to study, Qui-Gon, but I want you to stay. Touch whatever you like."

"Are you sure?" Qui-Gon asked hesitantly.

Obi-Wan leaned over and brushed a quick kiss over the lips below him. "Absolutely." He waited only long enough to see the answering smile and hear the murmured words of thanks before taking up his datapad again. He let his right hand stay on the warm flesh. The apprentice closed his eyes and spent several moments centering himself, narrowing his focus, moving inward, shutting out his body and physical sensation. Finally opening his eyes, he saw only the data pad before him, and immersed himself in his study material, only vaguely aware of the shifting weight in his lap and the warm, wet tongue that ever so slowly made its way around his inner thighs, up his lower belly, circling closer and closer to his testicles, licking and sucking the precious spheres, then silently slithering up the slowly stiffening penis to worship the object of its adoration.

The chrono was chiming the eleventh hour as the apprentice began releasing himself back to the outer world. Eyes closed, head back, arms lax at his side, Obi-Wan reviewed all three treaties he had been studying, finally satisfied that he understood them. He drew a deep breath, slowly letting it out as he carefully stretched, feeling a flush of satisfaction with his efforts and a hazy question about the weight in his lap. The sight that greeted his tired eyes brought a smile to his lips.

Qui-Gon Jinn was still stretched out full length on the sofa, but at some point the loose robe had fallen completely off, revealing the long limbed Jedi in his natural state. He had turned on his side, one leg under the other. His left hand rested lightly on the apprentice's thigh and Qui-Gon's head was still resting in his lap. The bearded face was nestled into Obi-Wan's groin, wearing a blissfully serene expression as the sleeping Master nursed contentedly on the semi-erect penis in his mouth.

With a brief touch of Force, Obi-Wan turned off the reading light to better contemplate the image before him. The fire was low but still cast warm yellow highlights on the lean flanks, rounded buttocks and long legs. The bright moonlight streaming in silvered the flowing hair and glinted on the pale scars on the muscular back, shoulders and arm, casting the belly and genitals into shadow. The apprentice reached down and carefully moved an errant lock of hair from his Master's face to behind his ear. Very slowly, Obi-Wan traced the outline of the face with the fingertips of his right hand as his left hand softly stroked the silky hair. The brow was smoothed in sleep but the lines of experience and exhaustion around the eyes were deep. The weathered skin and bristled beard tickled the pads of his fingers as they moved down the master's face to the smooth skin below his chin.

Obi-Wan rested his right hand near the base of the exposed throat, letting the slow pulse throb beneath his fingers as his left hand continued to stroke the long hair. He slowed his own breathing and gradually released his shields, opening himself over the bond to his lover's thoughts. Watching the peaceful face, he felt a lump forming in his throat as he realized the depth of serenity flowing through their bond, a serenity anchored in love and a trust so profound he could find no words to express his awe. He felt uniquely privileged and humbled to be the recipient of such feelings and could only shake his head in wonder at his good fortune.

As the minutes passed, Obi-Wan gradually became more aware of the physical sensations supplementing the emotions filling the bond. In what was undoubtedly the most devoted but gentle blow job the apprentice had ever experienced, Qui-Gon had single-mindedly continued to slowly suck and nurse his Padawan's penis, jaw moving minutely, tongue occasionally brushing the tip. As his penis gradually continued to harden, Obi-Wan moved his right hand lower on Qui- Gon's warm skin, gently fondling the nipples, alternating until they were both hard. Even in his sleep the Master responded to the stimulus, his tongue moving faster, sucking a little deeper.

The silence of the night was finally disturbed when Obi-Wan shifted his weight. Qui-Gon whimpered as he felt the penis slip, an incongruous sound from such a big man, and moved his head to take more of the hardening member into his mouth. The apprentice stilled and sent reassuring thoughts over the bond. Qui-Gon whimpered once more.

"Shhhhh," whispered Obi-Wan as his right hand moved in soothing circles on the warm belly of his lover, "shhhh, it's alright."

Qui-Gon quieted and continued to softly suck. By the time the chrono chimed half past the hour Obi-Wan was finally hard and was feeling an exquisitely warm muted tingle. His right hand had gradually moved lower and lower on the Master's belly, his body slowly leaning to follow. Unfortunately he found that his arm was not quite long enough to allow him to comfortably reach his objective.

Very cautiously, Obi-Wan continued to lean right as he lifted his left leg to drape it over the end of sofa, trying to slide down far enough to position himself to provide oral stimulation for his master. He held his breath as his leg bumped Qui-Gon's head.

Sleepy blue eyes partially opened. // Hmmmm? //

"Sorry, love," Obi-Wan whispered. "I need to move if you don't mind."

The long body slowly edged away as Qui-Gon brought his right arm over his apprentice's thigh, allowing him to fondle Obi-Wan's hot testicles. He drew a little more of the hard penis into his mouth, tongue delving into the slit.

// `S good, // came across with a drowsy surge of affection.

"Yes, Master, it's very good," agreed Obi-Wan absently as he carefully repositioned himself, back against the slightly nubbled fabric, left leg over the end of the sofa, front to front with Qui-Gon, left arm over his hip. With his right hand the apprentice began to slowly fondle the quiescent testicles and penis, working very slowly as he allowed himself the luxury of simply enjoying the skin on skin contact. With his left hand he stroked the master's lower back and buttocks. As the large organ began to respond, he gently nuzzled and licked the hardening length. Obi-Wan paused at the base to give a playful nip at the soft sac as he squeezed the penis.

// Oooo // Qui-Gon shuddered a little. // Wicked padawan. //

Obi-Wan smiled as he took the thick member into his mouth, sucking lightly as his tongue ever so slowly swirled around the head. He continued to fondle the testicles and base of the penis with his right hand.

// Go back to sleep, old man. // The apprentice let a ripple of light blue amusement loose over the bond.

// Not sleepy, // was the lazy protest, a languid current of dusky amber. A little more of Obi-Wan's penis disappeared into the large mouth.

// Then why are your eyes closed? // Obi-Wan let his mouth pull in more of the turgid member. Leisurely his hot tongue explored around and under the rounded head.

There was quiet for a few minutes. Cracking of the dying fire, soft sucking and sliding of hands on warm skin sounded loud in the stillness.

// . . . Resting? //

// Ha. // Silver blue streak dipping into amber flow, a playful dolphin in the evening sea. Obi-Wan laughed at the quizzical tone of the delayed response, the vibrations causing a small shiver to run along Qui-Gon's back. Obi-Wan began humming softly, a low pitched purr that resonated in his throat as he pushed deeper onto the long penis.

// Niccccccce . . . // Yellow and orange highlights playing in the waves as the pressure gradually increased on the apprentice's indurate organ.

// More ? // Obi-Wan loosened his throat muscles, letting the solid head slide down. The purr deepened.

// Please. // Rough beard grazed sensitive testicles as Qui-Gon let his own throat go lax. A low rumble started deep in the heavy chest, hot tingling skin drawing an answering quiver along the apprentice's belly.

Communication passed beyond words as the currents of body and bond gradually intensified. Eyes closed, mouths working, skin to skin, slick with gathering sweat, noses filled with heavy musk. Heads drawing back, tongues playing on hard glistening lengths, slow swirling delight, hot wet pressure. Deep blue and green currents rising from oceanic depths, overtaking amber and silver-blue waves, twisting, twining, slow surge of passion swelling.

Heat. Hands fondling, squeezing. Joyous contentment, a quiet delight of joined ardor, deep and sensuous. Wet heat, squeezing. Long blue waves dancing with star-driven phosphorescence, gathering power as they swept along. One skin, hot and wet, hands pulling closer, harder. One mouth, one organ, faster, deeper. Fingers slipping along soft skin behind heavy testicles, drawing tight. Wet fingers slipping stealthily inside tight openings, probing, igniting. Green and white fire on long blue waves, crest building. Heads bobbing faster, organs wet and shining in the moonlight. Deep, sweet, hot, the waves towered. Erupting, hot seed spewing, bodies shudder as the fiery blue tsunami crashed down, flooding body and mind with pleasure.

The fireplace glowed with dying embers of yellow and red as Obi-Wan opened his eyes. Leisurely he tongued off the last bits of warm semen from his Master's softening cock, enjoying the soft suction as Qui-Gon gently suckled the last bits of joy from his own organ. He drew a hand slowly along the long flank, savoring the warmth pressed close to his belly and chest as he rested his head on Qui-Gon's hip. Obi- Wan waited quietly, ignoring the chill beginning to develop on sweaty, exposed skin. The bond gently rocked, calm blue of satiated bliss.

Hooded sapphire eyes glowed with sleeping contentment. Qui-Gon kissed the flaccid penis as he finished his devotions.

"Love you."

Obi-Wan shifted, pushing himself up, squirming a bit as he carefully swung his legs over until he was reclining again, now face to face with his master. He captured the warm lips in a long lingering kiss, their mingled essence a dark honeyed tonic. Pulling back for breath, Obi-Wan whispered, "Love you too." Smiling at the mumbled response as Qui-Gon drifted into sleep, Obi-Wan pulled the long body close, using a light touch of Force to drape the robe over them as he nestled deeper into Qui-Gon's warm embrace.

They lay quietly in the silver moonlight as the fire collapsed into red ashes with a small shwoosh.

Outside the snow continued to gently fall through the silent night.

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