Tea with Master

by Epeeblade (Epeeblade@aol.com)

Archive: Yes to MA, all others please ask first

Rating: NC-17

Categories: PWP

Pairing: Obi/OMC, Obi/Qui implied strongly

Warnings: DS

Feedback: is always appreciated and responded to

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or concepts and I don't make any money from this.

Summary: An invitation out for tea turns into something unexpected for Obi-Wan.

Notes: A thousand thank yous to my Master, Elektra Pendragon, who not only beta'd this, but really helped beat this fic into shape. If not for her, this story would be a shadow of itself. All mistakes are, however, my own.

And lastly, the inspiration for this story actually came from a challenge Master Ruth posted many months ago.

"Come along, Obi-Wan. We are to meet Master Cloud for tea this afternoon," Qui-Gon said, breaking into Obi-Wan's concentration as he stepped into his padawan's bedroom.

Obi-Wan was sprawled on his bed, bare feet hanging out of his soft lounging leggings over the side, one arm raised over his head, and the other holding his data-pad. The folds of his tunic fell back to reveal the polished skin of his abdomen. He looked up from his astrophysics to meet the older man's eyes. "Master? I was not aware..."

"What you were aware of is not important, Padawan; I'm sure I can put a few surprises in your schedule. After all, I did not explicitly tell you that you had the day off today, did I?"

This was Qui-Gon at his coldest, which immediately put Obi-Wan on guard. His master was /up/ to something. "No Master. I will get ready." Obi-Wan rolled off the bed in one fluid movement, setting the data-pad on the bedside table.

Qui-Gon tossed him his robe, which he had grabbed from its customary place over Obi -Wan's desk chair. "Wear this to Master Cloud's. Only this."

Obi-Wan caught the robe, nearly fumbling it at his master's sudden request. "Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan blurted in surprise. It wasn't like his master to take their games out of their quarters.

"That had better not be defiance in your tone, padawan."

"No sir," Obi-Wan answered. He slipped into this role effortlessly. If Qui-Gon wanted him to play the dutiful, and, most of all, obedient padawan, then he could do that. Even if this went against the rules he was used to playing under in these games. Obi-Wan slipped out of his clothing quickly. Qui-Gon had already left the room; no need to make a strip show out of it.

What /was/ Qui-Gon up to?

Obi-Wan followed his master through the hallways of the Jedi Temple, hood up and eyes cast serenely on Qui-Gon's back as the older man moved down the hallway. If his eyes lingered too often on the long locks of hair that flowed past his master's shoulder, no one seemed to notice. Obi-Wan kept his hands in his sleeves, crossed over his chest, not only to appear the proper Jedi, but to make certain his robe did not accidentally open and reveal to the entire temple that he was naked underneath. At least he was allowed to keep his boots. His master was most indulgent on that point.

They walked slowly through the Temple, much slower than Qui-Gon's usual frenetic pace. Such a lack of speed unnerved Obi-Wan, for each step made him acutely aware of his nudity. His legs slid against each other, the slap of skin audible where there should be only the swish of his soft leggings. Each step brought him to a higher level of arousal, until he found himself erect and wanting just from walking.

His robe, normally a soft refuge he turned to during troubling missions, scratched irritatingly across his back. The itch was slightly mitigated when he shrugged his shoulders, though that caused the fabric clenched around his chest to jostle his nipples just enough to bring them to an aching hardness. And of course, if his robe fell just the right way, his penis would be on display for all to see.

He heard a gasp and turned to gaze alarmingly at the young padawan walking towards them. But she merely continued walking after giving them the proper bow due their stations. He hoped she hadn't seen anything and moved his arms to his belly, though that only intensified the sensation against his erection.

Qui-Gon had never done anything like this. Sure they had played games before, giving control over to the other for an intense, yet always satisfying, encounter. But to parade Obi-Wan around the temple like this... it was a mark of ownership. Qui-Gon was asserting his dominance over his padawan's life, and their shared sex life in a way he had never dared before. And Obi-Wan liked it.

He wondered if they were actually going to Master Cloud's for tea, and if so, how would he keep his bare legs from poking out beneath his robe when he sat down. He snickered at that thought, his arousal dampening a bit. Qui-Gon wouldn't share him with another master, would not break faith with him that way. Perhaps he meant to lead him around the temple until they could find a quiet corner where he could bend Obi-Wan over and drill him into the floor.

Smiling at the fantasy, Obi-Wan nearly collided with Qui-Gon when his master stopped before a door and rang the chime. Perhaps they /were/ going to tea after all. He needed to remember to keep his legs together.

Master Tem Cloud answered the door almost immediately after Qui-Gon had pressed the door chime. A robust-looking man, his snow-white hair made him look older than Qui-Gon at first glance, but further scrutiny showed he was about the same age, if not younger. Two locks of his hair were bound on either side of his head, one at each ear, and trailed down his chest, only slightly longer than his beard. He stood of a height with Qui, though not as broad of shoulder; his appearance was more of a quiet strength, of power carefully reined in. "Ah, Qui-Gon," he said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. "I see you've kept the appointment."

"Nothing like tea with an old friend." Qui-Gon lips quivered, as if he was trying to not smile, as he led Obi-Wan into the quarters.

This had to be set up, Obi-Wan thought. Clearly Master Cloud was a part of whatever Qui-Gon had planned. Still, he followed his master, willing to place his trust in the man in this as in all things.

Cloud led them into the main living space, gesturing towards the dark blue leather couch resting against the wall to their right. "Have a seat, Qui, I'll see what's taking the boy so long." He moved towards the back of the living space, completely ignoring Obi-Wan's presence. His indifference made the padawan feel even more vulnerable.

"Remain where you are, padawan," Qui-Gon instructed Obi-Wan as he moved towards the couch.

That left Obi-Wan in the center of the living space, which must have been cleared recently if the marks on the soft tan carpet were any indication. He took a quick glance around the quarters, which looked exactly like any other Jedi Master's. Large living space, adjacent to an open kitchen area; there were three doors along the rear of the room, leading to a fresher and bedchambers. Master Cloud had disappeared through one of these doors.

Obi-Wan turned back to glance at Qui-Gon. Two tea cups were set out on the small table next to the couch. He looked away from the cups, realizing the new position of the couch led to a perfect view of the center of the room. He suddenly had a bad feeling about this.

Obi-Wan did not move, although he shot his master a look that he hoped conveyed his anxiety at the entire situation. He would have found the entire situation extremely arousing, except for his uncertainty. How did Qui-Gon expect him to act? Did he indeed plan on sharing him with Master Cloud?

Then the door opened, and Obi-Wan gasped. The boy who emerged couldn't have been any older than Obi-Wan, and indeed the beads in his braid marked him as a senior padawan. At first glance he seemed vulnerable and innocent, his rounded face almost childlike. That his master towered over him only enforced that illusion. But further assessment revealed experience and almost wisdom in those dark eyes.

Those large honey-brown eyes raked up and down Obi-Wan's form, wary, yet openly appraising him. His brown hair had been forced into the awful padawan's cut, as had Obi-Wan's, but this boy's hair was stubbornly thick, with a wave that promised to be curls if the hair was only grown out properly. His body was trim, as a padawan's ought to be, yet still conveyed the perception of softness beneath his tunics. The padawan's movement was precise, purposeful, and he stood rod straight, arms perfectly aligned with his torso and his hands artfully arranged palm up.

"Obi-Wan, this is Rabi," Qui-Gon introduced from the couch. Obi-Wan tensed at Qui-Gon's introduction. How did his master know this young man? And had he tasted those luscious red lips before? Could he have done such a thing while he and Obi-Wan were already committed to each other? "He is Master Cloud's padawan."

"And my pet," Cloud said fondly, moving his hand to rest behind Rabi's head, supporting the boy's slender neck.

"Yes, master," Rabi all but purred, his back arching as he leaned into the caress.

Obi-Wan's cock leapt at the boy's voice, which enveloped him in its velvety-soft timber. Force, he wanted to feel what else that full mouth was capable of. He gripped the edges of his sleeves, his fingers nearly trembling in his desire, although he knew he would ordinarily never even think about tasting this boy. Qui-Gon owned him just as much as he possessed the Jedi master.

Cloud continued to stroke Rabi, seemingly pleased as the boy preened like a cat. "What do you think, pet? Does Obi-Wan please you?"

Rabi met Obi-Wan's eyes, even as he was leaning into his master's touch. "Oh, yes master."

The Jedi master gripped the padawan's hair and pulled his head back roughly. "What is the proper response, pet?" Master Cloud's voice took on a dangerous tone, which would have made Obi-Wan cower had it been directed at him.

Rabi swallowed, then licked his lips nervously. "Whatever pleases YOU, my master."

Obi-Wan wondered if the boy always subbed. He found himself admiring the training that had obviously produced such a specimen. Perhaps he would be allowed to sample this boy's charms, though never as he would have liked. Rabi clearly had one and only one master.

"Good pet, very good." Cloud released him. He stepped away from the padawan, his demeanor changing as he crossed the conspicuously empty living space, to where Qui-Gon waited on the couch. Very politely, he picked up the ornamented tea pot from the table and asked, "Tea, Qui- Gon?" He began to pour into one of the tiny cups.

"Yes, please." Qui-Gon took the cup gratefully.

Cloud poured his own cup before sitting next to Qui-Gon, the short couch allowing little room between them. He took a deep sip, sighed and then spoke, "You may begin, Rabi."

Rabi moved across the room, his stride almost feral in its sensuality, stalking across the empty carpet to where Obi-Wan stood helpless, still gripping his sleeves. The boy reached out and took Obi-Wan's face between his hands, then bent and kissed him.

The mouth was everything Obi-Wan had hoped, full and sweet, complimenting his own perfectly. He leaned into the kiss, nipping at those generous lips, then tonguing them to soothe the ache. A thought intruded, and pulled away abruptly, startled at his own ability to forget his lover was just a few feet away. "Master?" he asked, turning to his right to look at Qui-Gon who continued to sip his tea.

Qui-Gon looked up from his drink. "Padawan? Why did you think we came here?"

"To have tea?" Obi-Wan gulped out.

His master raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that said he should have known better. "I am here for tea. You may take your pleasure with Padawan Rabi, if you will."

"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan turned back to the beautiful padawan who was now pouting at him, the beautiful face suddenly insecure.

"Am I so terrible?" he whispered, his voice hitching on the last word.

"What? Oh no, no, Rabi." Obi-Wan reached out and ran his fingers through Rabi's soft, dark hair. The boy moaned softly; apparently his hair was an erogenous zone for him. Obi-Wan remembered how Cloud had caressed him before, and continued to gently massage his scalp with the tips of his fingers. He would have to remember to do this to Qui, who had so much more hair to play with.

Rabi slid closer, nipping at Obi-Wan's chin, then continued to nuzzle down his neck until he reached the place where his robe was fastened. Impatiently, Rabi undid the fastener and pulled the robe apart. "Oh Force," he groaned, taking in Obi-Wan's fully nude body.

Obi-Wan let the robe slip off of his arms, showing off his physique arrogantly. He moved to undo his boots, but was stopped by Rabi's hand on his shoulder. "Leave them on," the younger padawan murmured.

Obi-Wan nodded and straightened. "Let me touch you." He reached out tentatively, uncertain of his role here since he wasn't Rabi's master and therefore could not command the young man. But Obi-Wan wanted to give him pleasure, ached to touch that fit body and see if it was a soft as promised. He briefly looked over at the masters, who appeared deep in hushed conversation. Taking that as permission, he slid his hands underneath the padawan's tunics, mesmerized by the creamy smooth skin, so unlike the familiar hair-covered strength that was his master.

Rabi pulled Obi-Wan's hands away for a moment. "Wait," he murmured, moving back a few steps. He untied his own tunics, slipping them off with one seductive motion, baring his golden brown chest and a taut abdomen that lacked a severe musculature. His muscles were visible, but they did not ruin the illusion of softness by being overly defined. Rabi unfastened his leggings, letting them pool around his bare feet, revealing a thick erect penis surrounded by curls as dark as the hair on his head. Rabi slowly dropped to his knees, crawling until his face was level with Obi-Wan's groin. Tentatively, he reached out and licked the dripping head, as if stealing a taste.

Obi-Wan groaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Qui-Gon, still sitting on the couch, still sipping his tea. A part of him was angry. He wanted Qui-Gon to be affected by the performance before him: his own padawan and lover was displayed naked before two strangers and all Qui-Gon could do was sip tea? Obi-Wan reached down and grasped Rabi's head, urging him towards his cock, guiding him. He moaned loudly, showing that even if Qui-Gon was unaffected, he was not.

Those full lips wrapped around his engorged shaft, providing the warmth and suction Obi-Wan so desperately needed. He continued to pull at Rabi's hair at bit more harshly than warranted, moving the padawan's head forward and back as he thrust into that mouth. Oh, that perfect, perfect mouth. Rabi clutched at Obi's thighs, desperate to keep his balance under the other padawan's forceful movements.

Obi-Wan groaned deeply. The sound caught in his throat as his pleasure overtook him, and he poured his seed down the young man's throat. He trembled, and Rabi gently guided him to kneel on the floor, his arms wrapped around Obi-Wan's torso. "You ok?" he whispered gently, smiling as he caressed Obi's back. Obi-Wan nodded hesitantly, noting absently the leather of his boots as they slid uncomfortably against his buttocks. Rabi's fingers slid across his skin, leaving trails of sensation wherever they touched.

"Make him face us when you fuck him, Rabi," Cloud's voice casually broke into his haze of pleasure with a start.

"Yes, Master," Rabi murmured, still stroking Obi-Wan's back in tender circles. Anticipation shivered down Obi-Wan's spine. He rarely bottomed, and even then he would only submit to his master's gentle touch. His thoughts were interrupted by Rabi leaning forward to bit at one of Obi-Wan's rosy nipples. He groaned, arching his back and pressing his chest against Rabi. The padawan chuckled, then continued his assault, nibbling his way across Obi-Wan's chest, until he found the second nub and bit hard.

"Oh!" Obi-Wan yelped. He panted as Rabi soothed the teeth marks with patient licks.

"On your hands and knees, Obi." Rabi guided him into position, making sure the other padawan was facing both their masters. Obi-Wan found it ironic how the perfect submissive was tending him so thoroughly in this act of submission.

Obi-Wan felt his cock stir again as he looked up into Qui-Gon's smoldering gaze. He wondered how he must look to the two masters, naked save for his brown leather boots, on his hands and knees, as if begging to be fucked. He had never begged before, since his own tendency to control scenes where he bottomed prevented that. He desperately wanted to crawl over to Qui-Gon's lap and feast on the erection that had to be tenting his master's leggings by now. At least that would get rid of his feelings of helplessness and put him back in control.

Rabi moved behind Obi-Wan, tapping his thighs to guide Obi-Wan's legs until they opened a bit wider. He fell to his elbows to support himself better. Obi-Wan felt spread and exposed, the position slightly uncomfortable. Rabi moved forward and gently pried Obi- Wan's cheeks apart. Obi-Wan felt hot breath at his opening, just before he felt the wet warmth that could only be Rabi's tongue. He nearly jerked away from the sensation; rimming was an activity he was usually on the other side of. Rabi continued to feast on Obi-Wan's entrance, darting within with a tantalizing bit of penetration, followed by gentle licks around the tight hole.

Obi-Wan growled at the sensation, and Rabi chuckled, the unusual vibration caused Obi-Wan to tremble. He wanted to lean back into Rabi's mouth, to demand more, when he felt the boy's tongue penetrate him much further than before. Less intrusive than a finger, yet still powerful, Rabi's tongue slid in then out of his anus, just enough for Obi-Wan to crave more.

"Easy," Rabi murmured reassuringly as he pulled away much too soon, leaving Obi-Wan growling again, this time with frustration. Then something slick was pressed into Obi-Wan entrance. He leaned back into the touch, welcoming it after Rabi's earlier teasing. He couldn't imagine where Rabi had gotten the lube, but his fingers were slick, stretching Obi-Wan carefully and precisely.

Then Obi-Wan was slowly impaled, the pressure building as Rabi's cock slid inside him until they were completely joined. Obi-Wan closed his eyes as the pressure suddenly became too great, Rabi's cock fully seated within him. Rabi began to thrust, and each movement sent tiny shivers of pleasure that traveled up Obi-Wan's spine and zoomed in to center around his cock.

He opened his eyes and gazed directly at Qui-Gon. Both masters stared at the two padawans displayed erotically before them, teacups forgotten on their laps. With each thrust, Qui-Gon seemed to breathe heavier; every so often his tongue darted out and licked his lips. His too bright blue eyes met Obi-Wan's and for a brief moment they connected. He wanted to please Qui-Gon, to writhe more seductively and ensure his master's pleasure in watching. He began to moan, knowing how much Qui-Gon liked the noises he made during sex. Obi-Wan pushed himself up on his hands, so his entire body was on display for his master as he helplessly writhed with each of Rabi's thrusts.

Obi-Wan wondered if Rabi was meeting his own master's eyes as he fucked him.

The thought made him groan again and charged him with electric pleasure. A hand snaked around to made a grab at his erection. "Close," Rabi warned.

Keeping his gaze locked with Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan leaned back, raising up on his knees until he was fully seated on the other padawan's cock. He began to work his hips frantically, seeking some sort of rhythm. Rabi took hold of his waist, guiding his movement, pulling Obi-Wan down towards him. Now, each thrust was angled to touch that sweet spot inside him, sending jolts of pleasure each time he rolled his hips backwards. He clenched his muscles around Rabi's length. The pressure built to the breaking point, and Obi-Wan orgasmed again, this time over Rabi's hand and onto the carpet. He shuddered, enjoying the crest of pleasure that did not overwhelm him as completely as his earlier orgasm.

Rabi grunted as he came inside Obi-Wan, wet warmth filling the young man. The two breathed in ragged gasps, Rabi resting his chin on Obi- Wan's shoulder. Obi-Wan turned and kissed the young man gently before turning back to his master.

Qui-Gon nodded. "Very good, Obi-Wan." He suddenly seemed to remember his tea and took a sip. Obi-Wan flushed with pride at the praise. He never realized he would feel so delighted after performing his duties as a submissive. Perhaps this was a role he should take more often.

Rabi slid out of him, rolling Obi-Wan gently until he was lying on his back on the rug, then snuggled into Obi-Wan's willing arms. Obi nuzzled the boy's hair; the dark almost-curls damp with sweat and smelled slightly of the musk that pervaded the room.

"Rabi, where are your manners? Clean up our guest so he can return with Qui-Gon. We are almost finished with our tea," Master Cloud ordered his pet, as he himself moved to collect the teacups.

Obi-Wan moaned as Rabi's method of clean up became apparent - he began licking Obi-Wan's chest, making sure not a drop of come was left.

Much later, they finally made it back to their quarters. "So, what did you think?" Qui-Gon asked his padawan, after a shower for Obi-Wan and a warm cup of tea poured for both of them. Qui-Gon frowned at his tea, as if uncertain of Obi-Wan's thoughts on the matter. Obi-Wan wasn't sure if he would ever be able to watch his master drink tea again and not get aroused.

Obi-Wan pulled the large blanket he had stolen from the couch over his bare shoulders as he settled down, folding his legging-covered legs beneath him, his tea mug safely clutched in one hand. He leaned his head to one side, considering. "It was unexpected, though you gave it away at first, with that stern master act in my bed-chamber," he teased, his lips quirking into to a satisfied smile.

Qui-Gon grinned at him. "We could try it again, see if I can get it more believable this time."

Laughing, Obi-Wan shook his head. "I don't understand how you got Master Cloud to agree to it."

"It was his idea as a way I could slowly ease into a more dominant role during our love-play," Qui-Gon shrugged. "Cloud and his padawan follow the Path of the Flesh."

"Serenity through passion?" Obi-Wan asked, as the door chimed. He bent his head, gazing into his tea as Qui-Gon rose to answer the door, attempting to hide the smirk on his face.

Mace Windu stood outside the door, his robe covering him completely. "Mace? What are you doing here?" Qui-Gon asked incredulously.

Mace raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he entered their chambers. "Obi- Wan invited me over for tea."

End.