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When Obi-Wan woke quite early the next morning with Qui-Gon's arms wrapped around him, he felt a rush of exhilaration. His deepest desire had come true... his master loved him! They had made love! Until yesterday, he had never dared hope that would happen before his knighting.
Qui-Gon was still asleep. Obi-Wan stared in wonder at the face that was a mere hand's breadth away from his own. It looked so beautiful in repose, even more than he recalled. Perhaps that was because he now carried the memory of how it looked in ecstasy.
He was tempted to stroke the untidy long hair off the broad brow, or trace his finger down the aquiline nose. Oh, forget that! He wanted to kiss those lips awake. He wanted them to revisit the parts of his body they had explored last night. He wanted to feel the kempt beard lightly scratching his neck, his chest, his belly, and between his legs.
Qui-Gon had insisted on going slow, while Obi-Wan's body had insisted on fast. At first they had just kissed and kissed, pressing against each other, but remaining in the galley until Obi-Wan had lost track of time. At some point, Qui-Gon had walked Obi-Wan backwards into the master's chamber and onto the bed. When he sank onto it for the first time, Obi-Wan had come hard in his leggings.
Obi-Wan was frozen with embarrassment, but Qui-Gon undressed him, chuckling amiably and kissing the bare skin he exposed. He wiped off Obi-Wan's belly using a dry part of his leggings and tossed them in the corner to join the pile of tunics.
When he saw Qui-Gon retrieve a bottle of oil from the nightstand, he was a little nervous but expectant. He wished he hadn't already come, but at least he could still satisfy his master. He took a calming breath as he let himself be guided down onto his belly. The soft rustlings from behind informed him that Qui-Gon was getting undressed, but what came next took him by surprise.
He felt Qui-Gon cupping his right foot's toes. Each one was pressed and pulled individually, then together as a group. His master was giving him a foot massage... now of all times! In the past he would have happily walked a hundred klicks barefoot to earn one and when he did receive the rare reward, he always wished it would never end.
Qui-Gon's touch slowly progressed to the balls of his foot, the arch, the heel... and Obi-Wan felt impatiently like his prior wish had been granted.
His whole foot was being rotated now, as Qui-Gon worked the ankle. Obi-Wan hoped that he would move on higher, but instead the attention turned to his other set of toes. Obi-Wan was entertaining the possibility that his master had a foot fetish by the time his other ankle was worked, but Qui-Gon continued upward and gave every muscle group and joint the same attention as he gave the feet.
Never had Obi-Wan been treated to so thorough a body massage. And though his master's actions seemed similar to those he had used before, Obi-Wan's body reacted differently. He was moaning softly as his calves were massaged and he was achingly hard again by the time his thighs were reached.
Qui-Gon was straddling him, his bare muscular legs wrapped around Obi-Wan's own. When Qui-Gon finished with the thighs, he reached up to the shoulders and Obi-Wan felt a hard silky shaft graze bis rear. Obi-Wan moaned loudly and Qui-Gon leaned down and nibbled his ear, murmuring, "Wait, my love. Wait."
It was sweet torture, but still torture, and Obi-Wan wondered if he was perhaps being punished after all for coming so quickly before. Qui-Gon's strokes seemed to channel energy inward, up through his arms, into his chest and down to his groin. By the time Qui-Gon flipped him over, he was harder than he'd ever been, despite his earlier orgasm.
The massage left the rest of Obi-Wan limp, though he sucked in his breath when he got his first look at Qui-Gon's erection. Jutting out straight, it was easy to judge that it was thicker and longer than his own. Obi-Wan watched it, almost mesmerized, as the glistening dark head peeked out from the top of the stretched foreskin.
Obi-Wan, still boneless from his master's treatment, lay passively as Qui-Gon began kissing him all over, making appreciative little noises, his tongue darting out to taste here and there. His slick hands lightly trailed the surface, brushing over ribs, hip bones, and nipples. Obi-Wan thought he caught a few words interspersed with the sounds, "lovely... so perfect... mine..." Qui-Gon seemed enthralled by the oddest parts... his elbow, the depression just under his rib cage, and even his navel, while ignoring the part that most wanted the attention.
As Qui-Gon stretched across to lick the opposite shoulder, Obi-Wan felt his master's cock tapping his abdomen, leaving a little dab of precum each time.
It was too much. Re-animated, Obi-Wan suddenly thrust up, trying to contact flesh, a whimper escaping his throat. Qui-Gon finally relented and stretched out, pulling Obi-Wan into a half-embrace, and used his free hand to grasp both their shafts.
Obi-Wan cried out but the noise was smothered by Qui-Gon's lips. He didn't know which felt better, the throbbing cock alongside his own or the huge hand, still slippery with oil, fisting them together. He desperately needed to come but was more desperately determined to wait for his master this time.
Obi-Wan fought the hardest battle of his life to hold back. Instead of thrusting into the hand, he locked his muscles in place, biting his tongue half-intentionally. Luckily it didn't last long. After just a few strokes he saw Qui-Gon's eyes widen, as if in surprise, while the fist pumping him tightened. Face taut, Qui-Gon started to yell something beginning with a long 'O' sound but Obi-Wan didn't hear the rest.
A roaring inside his head deafened him as the most intense orgasm he'd ever felt ripped through his body. The edges of his vision blurred and he barely felt their hot cum splattering on his stomach as the muscles underneath involuntarily spasmed.
Obi-Wan must have blacked out briefly but he returned to the feel of soft kisses being planted all over his face. Qui-Gon's hand was now rubbing their mixed seed into his skin, reversing the direction of his earlier strokes. What little energy Obi-Wan had left was being channeled away and dissipated.
Exhausted, Obi-Wan managed to whisper, "I love you." A deep-voiced echo of his words filled him with happiness as he fell asleep.
With a start, Obi-Wan realized he had reminisced for too long. He would normally still be asleep at this hour and it was quite a testament to his friendship with Taan that he had managed to wake himself. But now he was running late. To make matters worse, he had given himself a raging erection, and he didn't have any time to tend to it. Besides, he wanted to save its potential for the man sleeping next to him.
If only he didn't have this sparring session with Taan! Obi-Wan had pushed the idea a few days ago to try to distract him from his grieving. When Taan reluctantly agreed, only this unpopular early morning slot had been available. Obi-Wan didn't realize at the time he reserved the salle that this would be the one morning of his life he most wished to stay in bed!
With a sigh, Obi-Wan slipped from under the covers smoothly. He took the pillow that had been cushioning his head and placed it within the circle of his master's strong arms, hoping it would help him stay asleep until he got back. He wanted to be present when his new lover woke to catch his initial reaction on the first day of their future together. And perhaps they could pick up right where they had left off.
He dashed into the fresher. No time for a shower, but he smelled like sex and needed to wash off the dried semen. Not even waiting for warm water, he lathered a washcloth then scrubbed at his torso, bumping into his erection as he wiped back and forth. He had to do something about that. After rinsing the washcloth with more cold water, he mercilessly swiped the sopping cloth up and down his cock and over his balls.
The shock of that treatment did help, and although he was still heavy, he was no longer turgid when he slipped on his training pants. This pair was light, suitable for hand-to-hand sparring. Since they wouldn't be using sabers, he didn't need burn protection. He stuffed a towel and a change of clothes into his gym bag and headed out the door barefoot.
Obi-Wan had hoped that his erection would diminish further by the time he reached the salle. But as he trotted briskly along, the friction from his bouncing against the soft training pants treacherously reminded him of his master's hand. By the time he reached the training wing, he was just as hard as he'd been earlier.
Resigned, Obi-Wan decided there was nothing to be done about it. Besides, Taan, of all people, would understand, especially when he told him the wonderful news. But the next instant his stomach clenched in near panic.
Should he tell Taan what had happened?
Now that his own master was dead, Taan would never be able to know the same joy and satisfaction. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Taan, but Taan would surely be hurt if he found out. Taan might even feel like Obi-Wan had betrayed him, since it had always seemed so important to both of them to wait until knighthood before revealing their love to their masters.
But if he didn't tell Taan, he'd be betraying their trust. He and Taan were confidants. That was how they had become such close friends. How could he not tell Taan something this important?
Obi-Wan realized sadly that although he had gained his heart's desire last night, he was destined to lose something in return. He could no longer commune the same way with his friend. He felt like he had left Taan behind, as if they were creche mates together and a master had chosen Obi-Wan, leaving Taan for the Agricorps.
This additional loss would only be that much worse for Taan. Obi-Wan knew his friend relied on him heavily in this period of mourning.
Obi-Wan reached their reserved salle. He decided to compromise. He would tell Taan... just not yet.
Taan was already there, warming up. He looked more refreshed and relaxed this morning than he had ever since his master had died.
Greeting Taan with a warm smile, Obi-Wan asked, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm doing better," Taan said, straightening up. "Really. I am actually looking forward to finding out who my new master will be."
"Taan, that's wonderful!" Obi-Wan was delighted. Taan had seemed to turn a corner last night and Obi-Wan was glad the improvement was carrying through today. He hugged Taan tightly. Belatedly, he realized he had pressed his untimely erection against his friend.
Obi-Wan released him quickly. Well, it was Taan, after all. No harm done.
"I thought we said no sabers," Taan quipped slyly.
Obi-Wan felt himself blush, but Taan was smiling without a shadow of malice, so Obi-Wan relaxed.
Taan bent back down, keeping his eyes on Obi-Wan's face. He straightened back up before he volunteered, "I had some interesting dreams last night."
There was something suggestive in the tone that made the hairs on Obi-Wan's neck prickle. Had he been projecting last night? Did Taan already know? He thought he'd managed to shield from everyone but Qui-Gon, but Taan knew him especially well.
Feigning nonchalance, Obi-Wan dropped his bag next to Taan's. "Oh? Do you want to talk about them?"
"Let's just say maybe it was a mistake for me not to take you up on your offer to stay overnight," Taan replied, stopping in mid-stretch to face Obi-Wan fully. He wore a faint smile, as if he were amused at some joke of his own.
What did he mean by that? He couldn't possibly think to keep Qui-Gon and him separated. And he didn't seem angry or affronted. So why would Taan want him to sleep in his quarters?
Had Taan been plagued by nightmares again? Since the tragedy, Obi-Wan had often slept in his friend's quarters. While Obi-Wan occupied the padawan's bed, Taan sought comfort in his master's. During the night, if Taan awoke in the throes of a nightmare, Obi-Wan had rushed into the other room and held him until he fell back asleep. But today Taan seemed well-rested, almost chipper, at least by recent standards.
"Well, let me know if you think you need me," Obi-Wan offered. He was sincere, but he hoped he wouldn't be called upon to spend more nights in Taan's quarters. For his friend's sake and his own.
"I will," Taan promised.
Obi-Wan stretched minimally then they faced off. Although Obi-Wan was far superior at saber, they were nearly evenly matched hand-to-hand.
Wanting Taan's good mood to last, Obi-Wan decided to let him win if he could manage it without obviously throwing the match. Early on, Obi-Wan threw Taan, but didn't follow up. Taan easily turned his momentum to a roll and regained his distance and his feet. After that, Obi-Wan stayed mainly on the defensive, letting some good opportunities pass him by.
They clashed and broke apart several times, with neither of them getting a firm hold on the other. As time passed, they both became sweaty, their slick skin making it even harder for either of them to get a good grip on the other.
Throughout it all, Obi-Wan's erection never flagged. All his twisting and grappling was only making matters worse. It distracted Obi-Wan, who knew it was quite visible through his thin training pants. He wondered briefly if a real opponent would take advantage of the extra available handhold.
They were both panting and their time slot was nearing its end when Taan suddenly flung himself at Obi-Wan. It should never have worked. Obi-Wan could have easily disabled Taan with a kick but he didn't. Instead, Taan's arms closed around Obi-Wan and the impact of Taan's body threw Obi-Wan off balance.
Obi-wan landed on his back, with Taan on top of him, his arms trapped by Taan's embrace. Taan's abdomen was pressed onto his Sith-be-damned erection.
This time, Obi-Wan realized there was an answering hardness. Not too surprising really; most of the male humanoid Jedi in-temple probably had morning erections around now, whether they were awake or not. Obi-Wan didn't feel he was in any position to make light of it, so he kept silent.
"Give up, Obi!" Taan gritted out between clenched teeth, squeezing his friend tightly.
"I yield," Obi-Wan was happy enough to concede. He really shouldn't encourage Taan to make dangerous moves like that, but he couldn't bring himself to hurt Taan in any way just now. After Taan was settled, if he tried that again, he would learn his mistake.
Taan did not get off Obi-Wan as expected. Instead, he remained where he was, gazing into Obi-Wan's face. Obi-Wan thought he was about to say something when a soft knock interrupted them.
Taan sprang up and called, "Let's hit the showers," over his shoulder. He picked up both their bags, leaving Obi-Wan, who had been planning on running home to shower, little choice but to follow. Obi-Wan nodded politely to the two junior padawans waiting at the door and trailed behind Taan.
Obi-Wan was relieved that the locker room was still empty. The row of communal showerheads offered no privacy and he still had his hard-on. If he could just get back to his quarters, he would have some use for it. At that thought, his cock twitched.
He stepped over to the section Taan had selected and faced away from him before stepping out of his leggings and into the shower.
He was on track to finish his shower in record time when a soapy hand reached around from behind him and grasped his shaft.
Obi-Wan froze in shock, his own hands in the process of rinsing his hair. Taan had never shown any interest in him, except as a friend. Taan had been fixated on his master. Master Ki'Tun was dead now, but Obi-Wan knew Taan couldn't have gotten over him so quickly.
"I need you," Taan whispered in his ear. Taan slipped around front while keeping his hand on the erection.
If it had been anyone else, Obi-Wan would have acted. Slapped off the hand, stepped away, been polite or rude... something, anything. Instead he felt like a nerf caught in a speeder lamp.
"You don't have to do anything," Taan continued as he pressed his own erection against Obi-Wan's hip. "Just let me."
Obi-Wan hadn't moved a muscle, except for those operating his phallus, which were cooperating fully with Taan. His hands were still on top of his head. He needed to say something about his master. He wasn't sure what he was going to say, but he forced himself to open his mouth to speak.
Taan placed his other hand firmly over Obi-Wan's open mouth. Taan's fingers were soapy and the taste made Obi-Wan want to spit.
"Hush! Please Obi... I know you love your master. I'm not trying to start anything here," Taan said, still pumping Obi-Wan's cock with one hand and grinding against him. "Just help me forget for a moment."
It sounded so reasonable, but wasn't it wrong? What about Qui-Gon, perhaps still asleep, his last waking memory of making love to his padawan?
Taan's expression pleaded silently. He looked so needy and vulnerable. Obi-Wan couldn't bring himself to hurt him, to watch him crumble in the face of rejection. Instead, he remained still.
"You need this too," Taan murmured. "Let's help each other." He nudged his cock alongside Obi-Wan's and started stroking them together.
Obi-Wan didn't need it. His problem would have been easily solved back in his quarters. But Taan didn't know that.
The feel of Taan's shaft next to his echoed Qui-Gon's lovemaking and Obi-Wan was unwillingly further aroused. He began panting between Taan's fingers, his breath in short supply,
Taan removed his hand from Obi-Wan's mouth and slid his arm around Obi-Wan's waist. Involuntarily, Obi-Wan groaned. It was too late to say anything, even if he could figure out what. He removed his hands from his own head and placed them on Taan's shoulders. If only they were Qui-Gon's!
Taan moaned and thrust his hips, panting irregularly. He pumped their engorged shafts faster and tighter. With a strangled cry, he came and Obi-Wan joined him silently. The hand still holding their cocks together gave a final squeeze then let go. Within an instant, the shower had washed away the evidence.
Obi-Wan could barely believe it had happened. For a moment he almost doubted it had, but then Taan pecked his cheek and said, "Thanks."
It was one thing to let Taan do what he did; another to join him. Taan no longer had a master to be faithful to, whereas he...
Instead of acknowledging Taan, Obi-Wan mumbled, "I've got to get back," and stepped out of the shower.
"Okay," Taan said as if nothing had happened. He remained in the shower and started washing his hair.
Avoiding Taan's eyes, Obi-Wan quickly toweled off and threw on his fresh outfit. As he was about to leave, Taan called out, "I'll see you later!" Obi-Wan made some sort of noncommital noise as he hurried to leave the scene.
Obi-Wan was no longer anxious to return to his quarters, though. In fact, that was about the last place he wanted to be. But if he slowed his steps any further he would draw attention to himself.
Should he tell his master what had happened?
He felt he had met himself coming and going. With a twisted sense of deja vu he realized he was in nearly the same predicament as he had been in earlier, only this one was lightyears worse. Betraying Taan had been an accident. This second time had not.
The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his master, but Qui-Gon would surely be hurt if he found out. They had only just become lovers because he had pushed so hard. He had practically forced himself on his master. And now, possibly even before the sheets were cold, he'd already been unfaithful to him.
But if he didn't tell Qui-Gon, he'd be betraying their trust. And trust was the foundation of the training bond. How could he not tell his master something this important? And now that his master was also his lover, hiding the truth would betray him twice over.
He felt like a condemned man. Resolutely he continued to walk towards his execution, not sure whether he'd rather be ionized or bisected.
Why had this happened to him? Why couldn't the Force just let him be happy for once?
He didn't even see where he'd misstepped. Could his master understand what had happened when Obi-Wan himself did not? Surely he could have diverted Taan gently. People turned aside offers all the time. Why hadn't he managed it?
The Force was obviously punishing him. First he had pushed himself on his master, and then betrayed him faster than a spaceport whore could turn a trick. What was wrong with him?
He was such a fool! He'd thought himself so mature that he could have a relationship with his master. He thought he'd done so well in supporting Taan. Now he had probably destroyed everything he had with both of them.
That new thought sent a wash of cold to the tips of his fingers and he stopped mid-stride. Could he even continue to train under his master? Would Qui-Gon ever trust him again if he told him? And if he didn't tell him, how long could he hide such a secret from his lover? Sooner or later, it would tear them apart. He was going to lose Qui-Gon! The only mentor and the only lover he had ever wanted!
And then the Council would find out. They would know that he had courted their disapproval by initiating the relationship with his master. He would stand by that act, but how would it look to others, once it came to light that he had then turned around and betrayed him? No one else would ever want him as a padawan. Not that he wanted to be anyone else's.
Obi-Wan couldn't believe how fast his world had unraveled. When he awoke this morning, he had been happier than he'd ever been in his life. Now, he was more miserable. If only he could set back the chrono and stop time, he would be content to live last night forever. As it was, he wished he had never been born.
He was tempted to leave. Perhaps he should go to the gardens and meditate. For several days. For the rest of his life. But as much as he wanted to hide, something was propelling him the final few strides to his quarters. Perhaps it was because Qui-Gon would expect him to return. Or perhaps it was just morbid curiosity to find out his fate.
He had never really looked at the palm plate beside the door before. There was a dark smudge on the jam next to it. What had rubbed there? He wondered how many fingers had toggled the comm switch. How many people had read the small embossed plates: 'Master Qui-Gon Jinn' on top, 'Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi' beneath? They had identified his qarters for ten years. How much longer would those names remain together?
Suddenly the door slid open and his master stood there, his brow deeply knit.
"Obi-Wan! What is it? Come in from the hall!" he started to reach for Obi-Wan's shoulder, but then drew back and stepped aside.
Obi-Wan realized he hadn't been shielding completely. He tightened up his defenses and moved into the common room, clutching his gym bag in both hands. He remained silent and avoided Qui-Gon's eyes.
"Whatever it is, we need to talk," Qui-Gon started. "Come. Sit down... please," he added, indicating the couch.
Obi-Wan dropped his bag and sat down gratefully. He wasn't sure he could remain standing.
Qui-Gon sat next to him, but didn't touch him.
"Obi-Wan, please look at me," Qui-Gon pleaded softly.
Obi-Wan turned his gaze on his master. His vision was a little blurry, but he didn't want to blink and have the tears spill out. He had gotten off on the wrong foot if he wanted to remain silent. His master knew something was terribly wrong. Maybe he could tell a half-truth. He could say he was upset about Taan. His master would just fill in the blanks with the wrong answers.
"Obi-Wan, do you regret last night?" Qui-Gon asked, maintaining his distance. Concern and pain were battling for dominance in his expression.
"No!" Obi-Wan blurted out, almost before the question was asked. Despite what had happened since, Obi-Wan realized it was true. He reached out and stroked his master's cheek in an automatic attempt to sooth him.
Qui-Gon grasped his hand and the pain vaporized, leaving concern the victor on the field of his face.
"Did something happen at the gym?" Qui-Gon probed gently.
Obi-Wan realized he couldn't bring himself to lie. He couldn't dissemble. He couldn't hide. He couldn't do anything but reveal the whole miserable truth.
"Taan..." he started then trailed off. He could never describe in words what had happened. He let his head fall against his master's chest, took a deep breath, dropped his shields, and projected in exquisite detail his actions, or lack thereof, with Taan.
He couldn't see his master's face any more and he didn't want to. His master's body stiffened next to his own as he replayed the mutual orgasm.
"Oh, Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon sighed.
What was that tone of voice? Pity? Was he pathetic?
"Obi-Wan!"
Sharp, now. Of course he was mad.
"No, it's impatience!" Qui-Gon interjected. "Look at me!"
Not like he had a choice. Qui-Gon had cupped his chin and drew his gaze back up. What he saw on his master's face matched the wave of emotion pushed through the bond. It was love, heightened even beyond last night's, and laced with a mixture of respect and exasperation.
Obi-Wan didn't understand it, but he was ecstatic. Confused, but ecstatic. He wasn't sure he wanted to question his good luck, but he was also burning with curiosity.
"Obi-Wan, only you! I don't know whether to laugh, smack you upside the head, or kiss you silly. Never mind; I've made my decision."
With that, Qui-Gon captured his lips in a deep kiss. 'Good pick!' Obi-Wan thought to himself.
Qui-Gon must have heard that thought because he replied, /Thank you,/ and thrust his tongue deep inside Obi-Wan's mouth.
Obi-Wan moaned. He was starting to burn with something other than curiosity. He wanted more. He wanted to be kissed senseless. He wanted Qui-Gon to bring out that bottle of oil again and skip over the massage this time.
But he broke the kiss and asked, "Master, why aren't you upset?"
"Why should I be upset if I find out my lover is even more compassionate than I had realized?" Qui-Gon asked, sounding puzzled and lightly stroking his cheek.
"Because that compassion led me to have sex with someone else. Don't you feel I betrayed you?" Obi-Wan laid his hand on Qui-Gon's knee.
"Think carefully, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon commanded, bestowing a touch on his head. "What would you feel if the same thing happened to me? Ghods forbid, but what if Shi-Wer's bond-mate passed into the Force, and in a moment of vulnerability he pressed himself on me in the shower?"
Obi-Wan did think. "Well, I suppose it would depend upon how you felt about it and what you did after," he answered slowly.
"What if I felt the way you felt?" Qui-Gon quizzed, tugging lightly on Obi-Wan's padawan braid.
"I guess that would be okay," Obi-Wan conceded.
"And what should I do afterward?" Qui-Gon pressed, directing a finger against his own chest.
"Have a long talk," Obi-Wan stated with confidence. "Make sure he understood that you were there for him as a friend, but that now you were committed to another as a lover."
"Just so," Qui-Gon agreed. "I want you to go and have that talk with Taan now," he said, but he drew Obi-Wan into another kiss. Perhaps he meant it as the culmination of their discussion or as a simple goodbye.
But Obi-Wan's curiosity was now satisfied, so he was able to focus on his true desire. His body reacted as if the events of morning had never occured and he was instantly, painfully hard, rocking against Qui-Gon's thigh as his tongue echoed the motion inside Qui-Gon's mouth.
Qui-Gon's eye's widened momentarily, then he stood, pulling Obi-Wan up with him. Obi-Wan was afraid he'd be propelled out of their quarters.
"On second thought," Qui-Gon added as he steered Obi-Wan towards the bedroom, "maybe you should have that talk with Taan later."
Obi-Wan reflected that his master was full of good advice as he happily let himself be drawn into the chamber.