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Summary: An answer to the first line challenge, 'Two Jedi walk
into a bar.'
Disclaimer: A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far Far Away, George
Lucas created Star Wars. And he looked at it and saw that it
was good. And all was right in the world. But then, we saw that
Obi-Wan doth look upon Qui-Gon with lust, and that Mr. Lucas
was not likely to include that in the next movie, so we said
screw it and wrote it ourselves, even though we do not make any
money off of this. And all was right with the world
Warning- Complete and total gratuitous PWP smut here. Any
semblance of a plot is probably wishful thinking on the part of
the reader.
"Two Jedi walk into a bar...."
"I've heard this one."
"How do you know you've heard it, you didn't even let me
finish!" Exasperated, Obi-Wan glared at his master from across
the fire. His face was cast in shadow but Obi-Wan knew without
having to see that Qui-Gon expression would be calm and solemn,
as befit a Jedi master.
Obi-Wan hated it.
Seeming oblivious to Obi-Wan's annoyance, Qui-Gon blithely
added, "Everyone has heard that joke, Padawan, it's the one
where the second Jedi had to make the bartender smile, hmm?"
Irritation became flabbergasted surprise and his jaw unhinged
as he stared at his master. "How did you...?" He stopped, shook
his head. "Never mind, I don't want to know." Flopping
backwards on his elbows, Obi-Wan stared for a long moment up at
the sky. The glimmer of stars was the only light, aside from
the fire, the planet of Gwirden didn't have any moons.
They had come here for some training exercises and Obi-Wan had
done well if I he did say so himself, although of course he
wouldn't. A certain amount of pride was acceptable but gloating
was very unseemly.
Obi-Wan knew that, knew that emotional control was very
important to being a Jedi, but sometimes Qui-Gon seemed calm to
the point of unconsciousness. Just -once- he'd like to see him
lose that suffocating control and let go! Laughter was not
exactly a path to the dark side and Qui-Gon acted as if his
face would crack if he so much as twitched his lips.
"What do I have to do to make you smile?" It took him a moment
to realize he had spoken his musings aloud, but the pulse of
surprise he felt from Qui-Gon made him sit up and look at his
master expectantly.
A myriad of emotions fluttered over the older Jedi's face
before settling on confusion. "Why is it so important for you
to see me smile?"
Heaving another sigh, Obi-Wan poked at the fire with a long
stick. "Trust you to answer a question with a question," he
grumbled. "I want to see you smile," he said deliberately,
"Because I like to see you happy. You don't seem very happy
most of the time..." his voice trailed off as he realized what
he was saying. The state of his master's 'happiness', so to
speak, was no concern of his and he felt rather embarrassed for
bringing it up. "Just forget I said anything, Master."
Qui-Gon seemed to be searching for words, and he finally
surrendered, standing and circling the fire so that he could
crouch next to his Padawan. Obi-Wan studiously avoided looking
at him but Qui-Gon persisted, capturing the younger man's chin
and tilting his head. "Padawan, I'm very...touched...that you
would be so concerned with my well- being.
Touched. He was touched. Obi-Wan pressed his lips into a thin
line. My master, he thought dryly, Prince of the Bland
Understatement and Lord of Control over All Unbefitting
Emotional Outbursts. Looking at the other man's face so close
to his own made mischievous ideas scrabble around in his head,
seeking purchase. Touched was he? I'll show him -touched-.
Before Qui-Gon could react, Obi-Wan twined his hands into the
older man's hair, ignoring Qui-Gon's startled expression, and
pressed his lips firmly against Qui-Gon's.
The lingering vibration of surprise that trembled through the
Force flared into pure shock. Qui-Gon's hands shifted to
Obi-Wan's shoulders and rested there, trembling as if they were
trying to decide what to do while he desperately shored up his
crumbling defenses.
Obi-Wan immediately redoubled the attack, his tongue laving
Qui-Gon's lips, probing for entrance. Qui-Gon teetered on the
edge of surrender or flight and finally Obi-Wan pulled out the
big guns, sliding his hands down Qui-Gon's back to cup his ass
and squeeze, hard. The Jedi master made a most undignified
sound between a yelp and a squeak, his lips parting and Obi-Wan
took immediate advantage, dipping his tongue inside to tease
Qui-Gon's.
A hesitation, and then very slowly Qui-Gon responded, opening
up further to Obi-Wan's gentle probing.
His crouched position, leaning forward on his toes, was already
unsteady and when Obi-Wan shifted forward to deepen the kiss
further they overbalanced. Qui-Gon collapsed backwards with a
muffled grunt as Obi-Wan fell on top of him. He vaguely
registered the soft thickness of a blanket underneath his
shoulders and spared a thought to be grateful that they hadn't
fallen in a patch of prickle weeds.
With a sharp twist he finally pulled away from Obi-Wan's
persistent kisses, but the younger man only changed tactic and
renewed his attack on Qui-Gon's neck, tugging aside the thin
tunic that Qui-Gon wore for sleeping.
"Obi-Wan," he finally managed, "I don't think...oh!" A warm
hand had made its way underneath his loose pants and had
immediately circle the erection that it found there. The
ability to form words deserted him as all the blood left his
head and made its way to warmer climes.
Soft lips tickled his neck as Obi-Wan made his way back up,
lightly nipping at Qui-Gon's beard while his hand squeezed,
pumping slowly. The touches were an assault on Qui-Gon's
senses, one that he could not defend himself from and he
finally gave up trying. Surrendering, he arched into the tight
clasp of Obi-Wan's hand, which had settle into a hard, driving
rhythm, determined to push him over the edge.
"Yes, love, that's it, yes, come on, come -on-, love, yes,
yes," whispering hotly against Qui-Gon's ear Obi-Wan kept up a
litany of seductive words that went straight to Qui-Gon's
treacherous cock. Obi- Wan's hand paused long enough to rub his
thumb over the slick, leaking head, dragging a hoarse gasp from
Qui-Gon, before starting again. Harder, faster now until with a
shudder and a low, vibrating groan Qui- Gon came. Ragged spurts
of warm, milky fluid anointed his stomach and Obi-Wan's hand,
which was slower, gentle now, soothing.
One deep, trembling breath and another, until Qui-Gon was
reasonably sure his heart wasn't going to pound its way out of
his chest. Only then did he open his eyes and look at his
Padawan rather smug face.
"Why did you do that?" he asked, priding himself on the
reasonable calm in his voice. Calm which deserted him when
Obi-Wan lifted his hand, still wet with semen, to his face and
licked it, trailing his tongue up one damp finger.
"I told you, I like to see you happy. Did that make you happy,
Master?" The words sounded innocent, the tone was anything but,
husky, teasing, and Qui-Gon found he was responding to it
rather against his will. He swallowed and his throat made a dry
clicking sound.
Obi-Wan pouted slightly, "That didn't make you happy?" Qui-Gon
blinked, Force was this impudent little brat -taunting- him?
Determination rose within him, shoving aside his squawking
conscience.
"No, Padawan, but perhaps this will." That was his only warning
before he grabbed the younger Jedi and flipped him on his back.
Obi-Wan landed with a loud grunt, the impact knocking the
breath from him and the feel of strong hands tugging down his
pants made it difficult to regain it.
Obi-Wan hardly managed to rasp in a lungful of air before it
all rushed back out of him at the sensation of a wet tongue
sliding over the tip of his cock. Gentle fingers pushed back
his foreskin so that nimble tongue could run over the soft
ridge underneath the flared head, teasing him briefly, before
he was engulfed in the tight, wet heat of Qui-Gon's mouth.
He gave a hoarse shout, bucking upward before he could stop
himself and Qui-Gon rode out his wildness, sucking harder, one
hand cupping the soft sac underneath, squeezing gently. The
head of his cock bumped the back of Qui-Gon's throat and he
screamed again, coming helplessly, spilling his essence onto
Qui-Gon's stroking tongue.
Obi-Wan couldn't have moved his pinky toe if the entire Council
had suddenly appeared and ordered him to do so. He dimly felt
Qui-Gon shift but paid it no mind until he felt a tongue
nudging his lips. He parted them, let Qui-Gon slip inside and
he tasted himself as he had earlier tasted Qui-Gon.
A final, soft kiss and then Qui-Gon settled at Obi-Wan's side
with a sigh, using a nudge of the Force to gather his own
blanket and spread it over them, the night air finally seeming
uncomfortably cool to their sweat-dampened skin.
A faint snort came from next to him and Qui-Gon opened his eyes
and looked down at Obi-Wan. He was down for the count, already
snoring faintly. Faintly and annoyingly. Suppressing another
sigh, he told himself to ignore the soft whistling so close to
his ear and instead rested his cheek against the younger man's
damp hair, a warm smile curving his lips.
-finis-
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