Series: The Storyteller (13/?) Pairing: Q/O Category: First
Time, AU, Humor Rating: NC 17 Archive: MA and any others
interested. Just let me know. Warnings: There be nekkid bodies
and turgid parts here! Spoilers: None
Summary: The Mighty Qui-Gon Jinn and his Plucky Obi-Wan wise
up! Can you spell 'arousal'? ;-)
Feedback: Always a big Yes! Feedback keeps the muses (and the
bunnies!) fed and watered!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I do not make any
money. So there.
Note: Okay. When you attempt to write slash, at some point
you've got to do your first real sex scene, right?
(Ahem.) This is mine. It's taken me about four months to
finish. Hope it's not too scary. :-) I love the Mighty Q-G and
his Plucky O-W and I wanted them to have a cool first time. By
the way, if you haven't kept up with the math, in these stories
Qui-Gon is about forty and Obi-Wan is nineteen. (This takes
place, after all, my universe. [g] ) So, here goes...
Once Upon a Time, before the Storyteller ever met the Happy
Norla Tree within the Garden of Generous Flexibility, there
was...a First Time. And here, in this Story, never meant to See
the Light of Day, we learn of this First Time in all of its
Simple Glory.
For there was a time when the Mighty Qui-Gon Jinn and His
Handy Apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, did not recognize the Special
Thing between them. A Time when they did not Share a Bed.
This, then, is the Story of how Revelation and The Force saw
fit to smack them both between the eyes and show them how much
fun drawstring leggings can be.
And now, read on...
The excited group of Padawans returning to the Temple lent a
flavor of tatterdemalion to the otherwise austere Temple
demeanor. Like a breath of fresh air! Dressed in shorts, old
jerseys, and raggedy sports shoes, they trooped into the Main
Foyer, joking and singing. What a game it had been!
The visit to the Anti-Grav Pakka Meet had really hit the spot.
Coruscant's team was expected to do quite well in the
Tri-Planetary Games come next Restday. It was only a matter of
time before the trophy sat in its proper place in the Temple.
Come on, guys! One more time!
"Go team! Go team! Rah rah ree! Hit the ball! Smack the ball!
Get it on the tee! Up the pipe! Down the chute! Never let it
fall! Go team! Go team! Run it to the wall! Yeeaaaa!"
Masters and Knights alike laughed and clapped as the excited
group stood in the center of the Great Foyer and cheered out
the leftover excesses of team spirit. After all, they
themselves had once done much the same thing.
Off to the side, a tall Master of regal bearing watched the
Padawans, a small, warm glow lighting his very innards. One of
those...it still sometimes made him tremble...one of those
young people...is Mine. Then he corrected himself...mine. Mine
to teach, mine to guide. Mine to cherish, mine to love, mine to
touch... But no, he knew this line of thought led to places
whose roads should remain untraveled. And he knew better than
to unfold the map...
"Obi-Wan." The Vibrant voice slid cleanly through the Babble
of Padawans like a warm spoon through Chocci-Puddink, leaving
sudden silence in its wake. Every eye found itself focused on
the figure standing quietly in the West Tower doorway.
Master Qui-Gon Jinn. Legendary even on the Outer Rim. Tall,
Elegant, Robust. Wonderful beardy face the Picture of Masterful
Style. And those Commanding Eyes with their Irresistible
Sapphire Gleam, full of Mouth-watering Possibilities...
The Handy Apprentice caught himself up, shutting every nook
and cranny in his shields before a single thing leaked out.
That, of course, Would Not Do. Outwardly, he smiled a Smile of
Simple Expectation.
"Master?"
Not a soul noticed the teeny ziggle of Force as it wove its
way under the leather tie securing Master Jinn's hair, hiding
itself amongst the strands.
"Destiny, My Padawan, awaits." And the Mighty Qui-Gon smiled a
Smile of...'Coming?', turned and strode Great Strides in the
Direction of Adventure.
"By the Ghods, Obi! You still glad you picked that old fossil
instead of a Master from the Real World?"
Obi-Wan snorted and punched Bruck in the arm. "Chun, you are
such a Wiggie's Uncle and you know it!" Everyone laughed as the
'Wiggie's Uncle' tried to tackle his insulter, getting mere
handfuls of air for his trouble. "Besides, Bruck, your Master
and mine are the same age and after two years, you haven't seen
half the missions I have!"
Bruck stuck his tongue out. "That's perfectly fine. I'll just
consider myself an expert tea maker and document typist!"
Obi-Wan laughed and made his way to his Quarters. Maybe a
Mission was in the offing!
------
Alas, there was no Mission.
But! There was an assignment. Of a sort.
The Senator from Masengja was throwing a Do in appreciation of
Jedi Services Rendered during a particularly sensitive Treaty
Negotiation. Master and Padawan were invited, as was well half
the Temple. There would be food and drink a'plenty, along with
dancing and Detailed Seduction. As Master Jinn remembered, the
Masengja were quite well-endowed. And enormously fond of waving
said endowments around.
Between imbibing some of the best Weins in the Galaxy and
dodging enthusiastic gropes, the evening should prove very
interesting.
"Padawan, if we tarry longer, we shall be late." The Mighty
Qui-Gon was resplendent in Sultry Chocolate and Bas Egg Creme.
Obi-Wan thought he might like to just stand and bask in the
image until, say, dawn. But bulging Senatorial splendor
awaited.
"All ready, Master." Alabaster Dress Tunic set high around the
long perfect neck, Obi-Wan shone in the low lamp light and for
a moment, Qui-Gon considered staying home and...doing things.
He couldn't quite settle on what, but, if not for protocol,
would have been willing to think of something.
He sighed, very softy.
"Then let us go, My Padawan."
A dainty sparkle of Blue fuzzed just out of sight through the
hems of two Dress Robes...
------
The Party was loud, hungry and raucus. Master and Padawan
circulated together for a while, then separated to sample the
company.
That didn't last long...
Qui-Gon felt the surprise, chagrin and subdued laughter before
he caught sight of a harried looking Apprentice.
"Padawan? Are you not enjoying yourself?"
"I was, Master. But the Senator's daughter..." They both
glanced subtly in the direction of a heavy-set, protruberant
female smacking Mace a good one on the back. "...well...she
kept poking me with her Mammaries, Master." Those dancing eyes
were quickly hooded.
Qui-Gon successfully aborted a snort of laughter. "Well, my
Padawan, if I am not mistaken, that was an Invitation to Dally.
And not lightly given..."
"So I assumed, Master." For some reason, his smile sent a
peculiar shiver through Qui-Gon's thighs. "But when I
Dally, it shall be with the Love of My Life and no one else."
And the nubile young man rippled his way to a group of young
Masengji gathering for a game of Who's Your Mam, Then?
With admirable serenity, Qui-Gon watched that lithe body cross
the room. Perhaps a series of slow breaths was the answer...
But something Deep Inside held a different opinion.
And the Blue fuzz wrapped in the hem of his robe agreed.
------
As the evening wore on, Master and Padawan circled the Party,
stopping to chat here, pausing to sample a delicacy there. And
not once did an "offer" tempt either one of them. Never once
did the jolliest of protruberences ignite the spark of
response.
It would have been easy to acknowledge a leading wink, return
a questioning smile, exchange the subtle fondle, the merry
grope.
But Qui-Gon found his eyes drawn time and again to one figure
more than any other, his ears atuned to one special voice.
Sparkly Blue squiggles played leapfrog up the length of his
leggings.
And Master and Apprentice continued to circle.
Obi-Wan watched the young people around him indulging in the
happy art of seduction and wondered. He was surrounded by
divine scents, supple bodies, lavish breasts, bulging
trousers... If ever he'd wanted to indulge, this was surely the
time. But...
Through a grouping of Tassi bushes, he spied the form of his
Master and had to hold his breath a moment as his heart did
something silly.
Tiny Blue lightning sparked off the ends of his Dress Sash.
And Master and Apprentice continued to circle...
Past the drink tables, around the decorative urns filled with
miniature Dilly Fronds, through the milling groups of flushed,
laughing party-goers.
Until, at some point, what they were circling was...each
other.
It took a while. And perhaps it took a judicious Blue Nudge
now and then. But the circles grew smaller.
And smaller.
And then...
With something akin to fearful wonder, Master and Apprentice
found themselves face to face in the center of a laughing,
talking, milling, groping bunch of beings who, at this point,
appeared to consider them stray bits of gilded wickerwork. In
fact, they were ignored altogether. That was fine. Qui-Gon knew
that if he tried very hard, he could discover at least three
words in his working vocabulary, if not more. He just didn't
know what they were.
A tray of tentacles on toast narrowly missed his chin.
Licklets of Blue crept lightly up the inner folds of his robe.
Obi-Wan stood, swaying slightly on suddenly shaky legs, taking
a long, slow breath in between lips that seemed to want...what?
The three feet between them seemed too close. And yet, entirely
too far. A tremor rippled through his sturdy frame and he
almost forgot to breathe. Something warm and rich and as
necessary as oxygen was quietly flooding his gut. If he could
just fall into those sapphire pools, everything would be just
fine. Right?
Oh, where was Coherent Thought when you needed it...
Qui-Gon felt a warm tickle expand into slow heat
as...something...seemed to caress him in some Very Private
Places indeed. He was a Master, for Force's sake! What what
what...? He looked imploringly at the person he loved the most
in the whole...
Ah. Obi-Wan. Yes.
Awash in the Blue Scent of Power, all he could do was stare at
a Destiny building itself before his very eyes. And as the
Perfect Padawan stared across the space between them, all sound
seemed to fade away.
Obi-Wan felt the hot shout of passion flash through every cell
in his body. His Master was looking at him. Qui-Gon Jinn
was...Looking...at him.
And Obi-Wan Knew.
My. Qui-Gon.
Surfacing from deep within his blue-green eyes came The Answer
to a long-unspoken Question.
And the tall beardy man's smile said...'coming?'
------
The long, silent corridors seemed to flow past them. Time was
a mere frill upon existence, its only meaning lost in the
simmering euphoria racing through their veins. This was heady
stuff.
And zipping along the floor, crawling along boot straps,
tangling in arm sleeves and coiling through their most intimate
body hairs were little ribbons of Force. Deliriously joyous
little ribbons of Force...
------
Home. Good place, home...
Dress robe now puddled on the floor, the Mighty Jinn made it
to the nearest chair, sat his quivering torso down and let his
eyes drink in the presence across the room.
Steady now. Breathe. I can do this.
His heart yelled 'go for it!'.
So did his balls.
Obi-Wan stood and looked and looked. And a smile of wonder and
delight crept across his winsome features. He let the feeling
of 'oh, yes'ness spread to every cell in his body as, with a
whisper of sound, his own robe fell softly to the floor. A
lovely thought whizzed through his head, streaked past a nipple
and landed somewhere below his navel.
He really, really wanted to be naked.
And with epicurean sensitivity, the splendid young man
strolled slowly across the room and very gently sat himself
down in the Elegant Master's lap, Perfect Face mere inches
away. And was pulled just a bit closer by large, firm hands.
"Master?"
Breathe, Jinn, breathe... "Padawan?"
A small chuckle escaped that luscious throat. "May I kiss
you?" Blink-blink. "Please?"
Such a polite young man...
"Why, Obi-Wan. Since you ask so nicely, the only possible
answer is..." Eyes closed for just a moment to swallow the
expanding heart. "...Yes. Yes, indeed."
If either man had been listening, they would have heard a
sizzle begin somewhere in the corners of the room.
Two mouths touched lightly. Touched again. And lips opened,
shifted. Tongues took that first slow taste. Shallow, then
deeper. Exploring. Really exploring. Really...slowly. Until
lungs said 'Hello, we need a some air, please...'
The Mighty Qui-Gon drew a deep breath, ran shaking hands
lightly down the supple young arms of his Padawan and looked
deep into those Amazing Eyes, as a new sensation slid across
their Link. He smiled with joy.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi. Would you share your Life with me?"
Tiny Blue Lightening was now roaming the baseboards on all
sides of the room.
Obi-Wan's eyes opened wide and he took a deep breath, his face
shining. "Oh yes, my Qui-Gon. Yes, yes, yes!" With a charming
gurgle, he quickly lifted the tunic over Qui-Gon's head. "And
now, Master Mine, may I share your bed?" And he bent over to
suck on a Happy Nipple.
Oh, Sensation...
Qui-Gon bent into the wave of pleasure that rolled through his
body, wrapping both arms around the warmth sitting in his lap,
feeling the lovely heat in his groin. His body shuddered.
"Padawan Mine..." A groan. A whisper. "Obi-Wan... My bed is
big. My bed is soft." Was that laughter from his lap? "My bed
would enjoy seeing us quite naked..." Yes, that was laughter.
Obi-Wan sat up to suckle an earlobe. "Oh, my Wondrous Master."
He kissed his way around the firm jaw. "Words have yet to fail
you." And he smiled a question into Qui-Gon's eyes.
At the nod, the trembling young man lightly kissed that
wonderful nose and leaned back slightly in order to reach his
Master's legging strings.
Qui-Gon found himself chuckling around little gasps, watching
as one string was slowly pulled free of the bow. Then the other
string was even more s-l-o-w-l-y pulled free. A little groan
slipped from his tight throat as the gap opened and a pair of
enchanting eyes rose up to meet his again, a commitment deeper
than Time written therein.
With a look of wonder that The Mighty Qui-Gon would never
forget, the Priceless Padawan reached gently through his
leggings and took hold of the burgeoning penis springing forth
to greet him. His firming grip wandered up and down, squeezing,
feeling, memorizing... Qui-Gon closed his eyes and trembled,
every Nerve Ending alive to the sensation of best-loved fingers
taking stock of the Explosive Situation.
It was Bliss.
And guaranteed to get Blissier...
"Padaw...(gasp...oh my)..." His head fell slowly forward until
their foreheads touched. By the Ghods, he'd never been this
hard in his entire life...
"Padawan. Mine..." Their cheeks brushed, caressing, rubbing,
lips lightly kissing, sucking. And tiny Blue Sparks freckled
the air as soft beard brushed flushed pink skin.
"Yes..." Obi-Wan let his tongue trace the parted lips
breathing his name, swallowing scent and flavor in a deep,
lingering kiss, little sounds of passion teasing the air.
Somewhere in his middle, a hot bud blossomed, sending feelers
of exploration into previously Unknown Territory.
It was So. Good.
Obi-Wan felt his tunic leave his body the way a sanana skin
peels away from the luscious fruit within. And something
unlocked deep in his gut, swelling upward with a cry of freedom
as his Master softly suckled his way from shoulder to shoulder,
big, firm thumbs rubbing gently over puckering nipples. Combing
his hands in that thick mane of wonderful hair, Obi-Wan slipped
the tie out, wrapping his fingers in the thick strands as his
body slowly bucked in the heat of a new- found Passion.
A rising tide of Blue Shimmer reached halfway up the walls,
outriders already nearing the ceiling.
And in the center of the room, two mouths met and sealed in a
Kiss of No Return.
"Obi-Wan." More a gasp than a sound. "Leggings. Yours. Skin."
Ignoring the shout of laughter, Qui-Gon savored the Moment,
examining the Lovely Bow in Obi-Wan's lap, brushing it lightly.
Until his Impatient Apprentice leaned into his neck. And sucked
hard...
Yesyesyesyesyes. That bow didn't stand a chance. And the
Master's warm, gentle hands slipped through the gap. And out...
Qui-Gon beheld the Vast Expanse of penis...and smiled. Ah, my
Obi- Wan. What a gift you are. Looking up, he caught the gleam
in the Perky Padawan's eye and let a deep chuckle sound through
his white teeth.
"Padawan Mine, my heart tells me that this is a truer thing
than Truth itself." His hands took a firmer hold. "My soul
tells me it shall last beyond Infinity." He squeezed once and
Obi-Wan groaned. "And my body says, Actions speak louder than
Words." He leaned in, kissed that glorious mouth and rumbled,
"So, shall we draft an overdue report to the Council? Or shall
we love each other until our throats are raw?"
Obi-Wan sat back a little, reached up and ran shaking fingers
over the Mighty Qui-Gon's brow, over cheeks and nose, over chin
and lips, two tiny tears trickling down his enchanting face.
Then, with a smile that lit his entire body, he leaned forward,
wrapped both arms around Qui-Gon's neck and pressed his face
into his hair.
From floor to ceiling, an undulating layer of Force sparked
and flowed, the Seal complete.
And the Mighty Qui-Gon stood, Perky Padawan wrapped snuggly
around his waist. With a grunt felt in the bottom of his balls,
he staggered gently to the bedroom, only slightly hampered by
Padawan kisses, Padawan wiggles and somewhat droopy leggings.
A short trip across the cool floor and they were at the bed.
Kissing with the abandon one reads about in delicious
novelettes, Master and Apprentice fell in a gasping heap across
the soft green flannel sheets and rolled into a tangled mass of
legs, arms and wondrous urges.
Then Qui-Gon pulled away from the hot, full body beneath him,
took several deep breaths and grinned around the wonderful
taste on his tongue, the exquisite musk in the air surrounding
them.
"Obi-Wan, you put the finest dish of ripe Passa berries to
shame. However, naked, you are not." He bent down and kissed
the robust navel bouncing with laughter under his laving
tongue. "But, never fear, Oh Padawan Mine. Leggings are no
match for me..."
And they weren't.
Sitting back, caressing the slick young body pressing eagerly
into his hands, the Mighty Qui-Gon discovered a wonderful
thing. Their Link was now a big, happy, waiting presence. And
its figurative arms were open wide.
"You complete me, my Obi-Wan." The elegant voice trembled with
the force of barely bridled emotion. "Let us share the Pleasure
of this Life and everything beyond."
Obi-Wan felt a soundless explosion through the Training Bond,
as The Mighty Qui-Gon leaned down and whispered hoarsely into
his mouth. "Let me love you."
Obi-Wan let all of the Yes's in his soul flow through the Link
and felt the world drop away. Reality was the man he loved with
all of his heart, kissing, licking, stroking every inch of his
body. From the hot tongue tracing his belly, the mouth sucking
and rolling sensitive nipples, the warm breath and slow kisses
at the base of his throat, he learned of Passion birthed in
Love.
It was an Exquisite Lesson. And he studied with all of his
Being. Heart singing, he memorized the rich taste of Qui-Gon's
mouth, the scent of his slick skin, the weight of him pressed
heavily onto his body. Then, when he could hardly contain the
building pressure, Qui- Gon ran slow hands down his arms,
gripped his fingers tightly, bent over between his legs and
slowly engulfed his penis in a hot, deep suction of mouth and
tongue.
With a strangle cry, Obi-Wan arched into that exquisite heat,
tiny sobs gasping barely coherrant words of passion. He writhed
and bucked, holding tightly to those loving hands as a
wonderful liquid pressure built and built, until... slow
lightning burst in his groin and the orgasm caught him up,
breath, heartbeat, and thoughts, and rolled through his thighs,
through his gut, his belly, his chest, his entire body...
So good, so good, so good...
Then he was cradled in warm arms and stroked gently until
breathing became possible again. This was where he belonged.
This was where Life and Love kept house.
And now. Yes, and now...
The Link still pulsed. And waited.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes.
The Mighty Jinn didn't stand a chance. Caught deep in
blue-green depths, he felt the beloved voice whispering his
Deepest Name through the pulsing heat of the Link. Somehow...
His breath caught in a sharp gasp. Somehow, he was on his
back, his body captured by slow, rapturous kisses. Kisses and
moist, hot breath on his neck, his chest, the shivering skin
below his armpit. Slow kisses sucking round the puckered brown
nipples and down his belly. Hot kisses, wet tongue down the
inside of his thighs, toothy kisses behind his knees, back up
to circle his groin, nuzzling the short, sharp curls. Hot busy
mouth asking his penis for just...a little...more... Kisses
traveling up his belly, nipping at stray hairs, while a hand
stayed behind to encourage all that warm, happy blood to stay
exactly where it was.
His body shuddered with a Pleaure so deep, so profound, it
passed out of thought, into Serious Reality. He writhed, he
panted, he shook with the need to be loved by that Perfect
Soul.
Words caressed him under his skin, shivering within his Force
Presence.
"Damn right, Master. It's my turn..." With a groan of
laughter, Qui- Gon let go. Of structure, of form, of
boundaries. Of old sorrows, old frustrations, old visions of
hide-bound beings in wimpy comfy chairs. Bits and pieces of the
Crap of Life collected over years of Lonely Battles and Lonely
Hours.
The old Training Link was gone and in its place shone a Bond
to end all bonds. Somewhere deep within the tight coil of
pleasure that was the Mighty Qui-Gon, a spark of Blue
whispered, 'This is Forever'. And with a jerk and a shout, the
coil released in an orgasm like nothing in the manuals. Qui-Gon
arched and arched, while bolts of sensations raced through his
body, to finally leave him limp and gasping, a shaking,
satisfied Padawan wrapped tightly around him.
The Mighty Qui-Gon held his future snuggly within his arms and
breathed in the Blue Scent of Power still sealing their
quarters. He could feel a soft, hot tongue tasting the corner
of his jaw. The night was yet young and, by golly and the
Force, orgasms like that needed a chaser. He felt more than
heard the 'Damn right'.
It was even better the next time.
------
Later, deep, deep in the night, the last Ripple of Force faded
from the walls. And in the Blue Fields of Dreamtime, two souls
whirled in a Dance that neither Time nor Death would ever
still.
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