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Fandom: SW: The Phantom Menace

Paring: Obi-Wan/ Qui-Gon

Rating: NC-17 for hot Jedi action

Category: Slash, Second Time, (recent first time implied)

Warnings: M/M sex

Status: New; Complete

Date: August 1, 2003

Archive: Yes, at MA and ChezBunny. All others please apply as per usual

Summary: Sex. Hopefully of the hot-n-nasty variety

Disclaimer: No money, no plot, no kidding. Hail George.

Credits: Thanks to Fox, Terri and Layna, who fearlessly open and comment on darn near anything I send them, and at very reasonable rates.

Also thanks to Loki, who sits beside me and says "Yes, good, Ha!" And also "No, dear, first lube, THEN cock."

Obi-Wan sat on the edge of the bed and concentrated on his breath. It was easy to do, it was one of the first things he ever learned how to do. Some days, it seemed he'd been able to focus his breath before he could talk. And right now, that was a good thing, because he probably couldn't talk if his life depended on it. Now, he'd had occasion to learn that it was possible to talk when you are so scared the adrenaline rush alone could kill a bantha. Like the time he'd needed to negotiate a surrender for himself in an alien language while staring down the business end of a lasercarbine rifle. But this was beyond fear; this was beyond white-blind terror. This was something very much beyond all of that, and there was no way in hell nature had ever intended the human brain to deal with situations like this and talk at the same time.

"Obi-Wan?"

So clearly, his master wasn't having these problems. Because he's already talking and how the hell did he get stamina like that? If anyone had just fucked Obi-Wan the way Obi-Wan had just fucked Qui-Gon, there was no way he'd be able to do more than bat an eyelash for the next ten or fifteen minutes. That had been something for the record books, and not because of anything special Obi-Wan had done. It was just right, and good and thrice-damned sexy. Sweat-slicked, open-mouth-moaning, neck-arching, 'shit, that was my best shirt and I don't fucking care kiss me again' sexy.

He knew what was going to happen next. He didn't know how he knew it was going to happen, but it was going to. And part of him was screaming at him to get up, stand up, get his boots off first, at least, and the rest of him was telling him to run, run very far away, because things were getting strange fast. And he wasn't sure how he was going to be able to handle any more shocks in one night.

Things had started off most simply. Official 'nice dinner' to mark the occasion that the Council had approved Obi-Wan's petition for the Trials. One last night to relax, before they got down to the serious business of preparing Obi-Wan for them. They'd had a couple of drinks, and maybe it had been longer than either of them remembered because the alcohol seemed to go straight to their heads. At least, it went to Obi-Wan's head, because Obi-Wan heard himself saying "Well, I'm a probationary Knight for training purposes now, so if you have any latent sexual desires for me that you'd like to mention, now would be the time."

He hadn't meant it at all, or rather, what little he had meant was supposed to be a joke. And a joke on himself, if anything at all. So many years watching and thinking and plotting and wanting behind a thin layer of deference had found their opportunity and leapt on it before running the idea past Obi-Wan at all. And Qui-Gon hadn't said anything for the longest time, long enough for Obi-Wan to consider making a run for it, and then he'd said:

"Well, if this is the time to bring it up, I suppose we'd better get back to my bedroom."

They had done just that. There had probably been some notion of a passionate exchange between equals, but that had been tossed out somewhere in the first five seconds of kissing. After that, it hadn't been anything more than raw animal need, getting the required clothes out of the way, paying more than lip service to safe intercourse practices, but only barely, and then it was the longest, wildest fuck of Obi-Wan's life.

Qui-Gon had opened up to Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan had taken everything he offered. His master was the most beautiful man alive, he was certain of that. Even with his clothes still half-on, Obi-Wan could tell what a perfect body he'd just enjoyed most thoroughly. That so wasn't the problem. The problem was Qui-Gon was going to want to talk about this, make a whole long line of conversations to decide what to do about this, and Obi-Wan didn't want to do that. He wanted to keep the memory of this just like it was. But that wasn't going to happen. Wasn't Jedi, of course, to fuck the living hell out of one's Master and then just try not to let it destroy everything you've ever worked for.

"Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan didn't want this conversation, but it was beginning to happen anyway. Qui-Gon was getting up, and Obi-Wan heard the tugging of cloth against skin. He took a very deep, full breath, and held the moment in his mind, like a gift. He closed his eyes and tried to make every second of the last hour burn itself permanently on his brain before it was all over with. He stood, and said "Qui-Gon..."

Strong hands seized his arms from behind, and soft lips closed over the sensitive skin on the back of Obi-Wan's neck. Obi-Wan could hear this low, growling noise in Qui-Gon's throat and his knees sagged in response. Qui-Gon reached forward and pulled hard on all those layers of tunics, wadding them together as he did. Something ripped, something that had previously been Obi-Wan's shirt, and then the air was cool on his bare chest. He felt Qui-Gon behind him, felt hands roaming the skin that was now exposed, and Obi-Wan wanted to reach back and touch, but his arms were still tangled up in all that cloth that was just hanging on by his sleeves. One of Qui-Gon's hands were playing havoc on Obi-Wan's nipples; the other was pushing Obi-Wan's pants further down his thighs, down below his knees to bunch up around his boots. Obi-Wan was exposed from shoulder to knee all down the front, and in the back everything that counted was equally bare.

Obi-Wan let his head fall back onto Qui-Gon's shoulder, and he gasped at the power of the kiss Qui-Gon gave him. Obi-Wan stood perfectly still, just trying to not get in the way of whatever Qui-Gon had in mind. There was now a very strong hand paying attention to Obi-Wan's cock, and his brain gave up the fight for control of the body. Slick fingers stroked the cleft of his ass, and he just moaned and leaned forward, away from that hot kiss, but forward to spread himself the only way he could, now that his pants had pretty much ended any thought of walking or getting his legs apart. Qui-Gon's fingers found Obi-Wan's opening and began rubbing in little circles, easing in and oiling up with a purpose, going only as slowly as he had to. Obi-Wan had no objections, because the talking hadn't started yet, and carrying on with the sex part of the evening was just fine with him.

The tip of Qui-Gon's finger slid in, and Obi-Wan hissed at the flare of pleasure that raced up his spine. His hips bucked once, and Qui-Gon was in past the second ring of muscle, in up to his last knuckle, and Obi-Wan tugged away, moved back again and moaned softly as the trembling began. Qui-Gon took over from there. He worked the second finger in, efficient but not cruel, and stroked deeply until he found Obi-Wan's prostate. Then, with a satisfied-sounding "mmmmm" he rubbed just there, and chuckled low when Obi-Wan began moving with absolutely no control over or care for what a display he was putting on. He writhed like a whore for Qui-Gon, and from his mouth came a keening sound that was almost "please."

Qui-Gon thoroughly but quickly oiled Obi-Wan enough to satisfy, and in the few moments it took, Obi-Wan became as open and ready as he'd ever been in his life. He tried to be patient when Qui-Gon took his fingers out of him, but before he felt the tip of Qui-Gon's cock against him, he was already begging, rubbing, trying to get what he wanted, and now.

Qui-Gon had him by his arms again, and he was saying something. It took Obi-Wan a minute to realize he'd said "Bend over," but once he understood, he did it without hesitation. Qui-Gon didn't change his hold on Obi-Wan's arms, and they extended behind him, making something like a bridge between them. And then Qui-Gon thrust forward, and it was like they had fused. Obi-Wan was suddenly, specifically aware that the tails of his tunics had flown forward with the impact of the entry. He saw it with a clarity that made no logical sense, and then he only felt. The heat of Qui-Gon's cock was full and deep within him. Obi-Wan tried hard to remember about breathing, but there was nothing left of his mind to remember about it, because Qui-Gon began thrusting into him and all Obi-Wan was capable of was hanging on to the pleasure with both hands.

Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan back up to standing, and bent his knees to make the angle work. He began to stroke Obi-Wan's cock, stroked it hard, in keeping with the deep thrusts into Obi-Wan's ass. Obi-Wan opened his mouth, moaning, struggling to breathe, to stand, to focus on the ceiling, to rock his hips back and back over Qui-Gon's flesh. He felt like he was flying, like he had never been so deeply and completely filled in his entire life, like he never, ever wanted to stop doing this.

But the human body could only take so much stimulus before arriving at the point of no return, and that was about where Obi-Wan had started out from, anyway. His cry was a short, barking sound, and his seed spilled out of him. Every muscle flexed and burned with pleasure, and his cock was a white-hot flare of ecstasy. He registered the sounds of Qui-Gon's climax, but only peripherally. There was a long moment of deep, peaceful clarity, and then Qui-Gon stepped back from him. Their legs gave out from under them, and they both sat down hard on the floor. The silence stretched out between them, and as before it was Qui-Gon who was first able to speak.

"Obi-Wan?"

This time, incredibly, Obi-Wan found himself able to answer. "Yes?"

"If tonight isn't incentive enough for you to pass your Trials, there's something else that I think you should know."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

And Obi-Wan again found himself surprised beyond speech.