Disclaimer: Not mine. Blah blah blah. Lucas, blah blah blah,
don't sue, blah blah blah, no money anyway, blah blah.
Author's note: Whew, this PWP almost grew a plot, but I think I
managed to beat it back down. I firmly place all blame for this
story on the shoulders of DBKate, who made a casual suggestion
as to what she'd like to see in a sequel, which planted a smut
bunny seed in my head. So, if you hate it, please blame her. If
you like it, it was all my idea. (Just kidding folks, it's
still her fault <g>)
This is a direct sequel to 'Invasion' so if you haven't read
it, why not!? Go find it at the M/A archive, silly!
The sun had long since risen when Qui-Gon finally woke again.
He stretched languidly, feeling pleasantly rested and relaxed
in a way that he hadn't for quite some time. Until he
remembered the night before. Then he felt more like crawling
under the bed than remaining in it.
What in all the Hells had he been thinking, spying on his
Padawan that way? He should be thanking the Force that the
young man hadn't discovered him. -That- would have been fun to
explain. 'Um, hello, Obi- Wan. Why am I on the floor next to
the door masturbating? Well, uh, it's funny you should ask
that..."
He shook his head. No, he would just put this entire incident
out of his mind and forget about it, that was all. The issue in
his mind resolved, he rose and slipped into his robe.
His resolve vanished not five minutes later as he walked into
the main room to discover Obi-Wan preparing breakfast wearing
nothing more than a loose pair of pants. Qui-Gon eyes were
drawn to the skin of his back. It looked just as smooth and
silky as it had the night before, muscles rippling gently
underneath as the young man moved. His pants were slung low on
his hips and even as he watched they slid down another inch,
exposing just the slightest bit more of the tempting flesh.
"Good morning, Master."
Qui-Gon blinked, then flushed red as he realized he'd just been
standing there staring at Obi-Wan for Force-knew how long. Last
night he had seen Obi-Wan in an entirely new light and it
seemed now he couldn't -stop- seeing him that way.
Obi-Wan didn't appear to have noticed, just flashed him a quick
smile and continued with what he was doing. Thanking the gods
for small favors, Qui-Gon quickly took his seat at the table
and Obi-Wan brought him a cup of tea.
"Thank you, Padawan. And good morning." He sipped the tea, it
was still a bit hot but just the taste of it steadied his
ragged nerves. He drank his tea while Obi-Wan finished
preparing the meal, sweet rolls and fresh fruit, and set the
table.
They ate in a comfortable silence. Obi-Wan knew his master's
quiet way well and respected it, often waiting for the older
man to start conversation. Obi-Wan was just finishing the last
of his meal when his master finally spoke.
"I trust you had an enjoyable evening," Qui-Gon said without
thinking and could have bitten his own tongue off. Very good,
Master Jedi, he berated himself, and while we're at it, let's
just rub salt in the wound, shall we?
Again, Obi-Wan was completely oblivious, though he brightened
considerably at Qui-Gon's words. "Yes, I did."
When he didn't add anything else, Qui-Gon promptly made it
worse, prodding slightly, "Did you do anything particularly
interesting?" You are a glutton for punishment, he told himself
with a mental sigh.
This time Obi-Wan blushed, very faintly and then his expression
changed to what could only be called a smirk. "Yes, Master. I
did." Before Qui- Gon could question that look, the door
chimed. Obi-Wan half-stood but Qui-Gon motioned him back to his
seat and answered the door.
And found himself face to face with an unfamiliar Padawan, a
young man dressed in the uniform blacks of an instructor, with
dark hair and light blue eyes that widened when he saw who had
answered the door. He was about to ask the young man what he
needed when a flash of recognition struck him.
This was the boy he had seen Obi-Wan with last night. They just
stared at each other, Qui-Gon too surprised to speak and the
Padawan apparently feeling much the same, until Qui-Gon heard
his own Padawan speak from behind him.
"Master? Who is it?" Obi-Wan poked his head around his master
to see who was at the door. He smiled brightly at the sight,
"Thian! What's going on?"
The Padawan, Thian, blinked, the spell broken, and dragged his
eyes away from Qui-Gon. "Um, hi Obi-Wan. I don't mean to bother
you but I really need to borrow that textbook from you for
today's class."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Come on in and I'll go find it." A pause.
"Master?"
Qui-Gon started and then flushed when he realized he had just
been standing there like a gyp, blocking the door. He muttered
some kind of apology and went back to the main room, avoiding
the sofa and sitting instead in a chair. He picked up a data
pad from the table without looking at it and pretended to read.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, he muttered mentally. He should have
known he was going to see the young man again if he and Obi-Wan
were seeing each other. But he hadn't expected to see him so
soon. And he certainly hadn't expected the completely
inappropriate surge of jealousy he had felt at seeing the boy
who had touched -his- Obi-Wan.
"Oh, how rude of me. Thian, this is my Master, Qui-Gon Jinn.
Master this is Thian B'lain. We met earlier this week."
"Good to meet you, Padawan B'lain." Qui-Gon said politely,
glancing up from his false reading for the bare second it took
for Thian to acknowledge his greeting.
A brief moment of silence fell, then Obi-Wan spoke again,
somewhat hesitantly, "Well, I'll just get that book for you,
Thian." He spared another look at his master and then
disappeared into his room.
Qui-Gon could feel his Padawan's bewilderment over his
decidedly cool reception to his friend, but chose to ignore it.
How could he explain this to Obi-Wan when he could hardly
explain it to himself?
The other boy, Thian, was standing just inside the room,
looking very uncomfortable. He should at least try to talk to
the young man...
"So, Thian," The Padawan nearly jumped out of his skin,
surprising the Jedi master. Surely he hadn't been that cold?
Feeling just faintly guilty, he started again. "Thian, you're
going through your teaching segment?" An obvious question,
considering the boy's uniform, but at least it broke the
silence. Thian seemed to snatch the subject up gratefully.
"Yes. My Master, Kell Na'teir, was injured on our last mission.
She's taking a vacation on Alderaan to recuperate and thought
that now would be a good time," he grimaced slightly, "I've
rather put it off as long as a I can."
All Padawans were required to teach at the Academy for at least
a month abet most of them grudgingly. Obi-Wan had already gone
through his segment with 'the little demons' as he had so
charmingly called them.
Obi-Wan returned before Qui-Gon could speak again and he'd
dressed while he was gone, Qui-Gon noted from beneath lowered
lashes, with a touch of guilty disappointment. Hastily too, he
was a bit rumbled and minus his cloak, but nothing to be
chastised for.
"Here it is! I knew I had it floating around here somewhere."
He grinned and slapped Thian on the back good-naturedly. "Don't
worry, you'll do fine!"
"Easy for you to say," the other boy grumbled, "You've already
gone through..."
The door closing behind them cut off the voices and Qui-Gon
realized belatedly that his Padawan had simply left without a
word as to where he was going or even asking permission.
He resisted the urge to go after the young man and drag him
back by his little ponytail as a reminder of just what his
responsibilities were. There was no reason for him to embarrass
Obi-Wan in front of his...in front of the other boy, he amended
and then changed it, forced himself to think it, in front of
his -lover-.
Qui-Gon tamped down that completely ridiculous twinge of
jealousy. He had no right to feel that way, no right
whatsoever. Obi-Wan was his Padawan, nothing more and best he
started remembering that right now.
He tossed the unread data pad on the side table and leaned back
in his chair, considering. It would appear that he didn't have
a Padawan to order about today, so now he needed to decide what
he was going to do. Having so much free time weighed on him
uneasily. Qui-Gon was accustomed to always being in motion,
always doing something.
And aside from that, all this time with no activity was
allowing him to think too much on things better left alone.
An hour later found him in one of the private exercise rooms.
It had been a long time since he'd done the Tu'Ra Kom and he
could think of no better time to go through the Discipline of
Release.
Starting slowly, he moved into level one, warming quickly to
the workout, relaxing into a steady rhythm of twists and steps.
The first level used barely a touch of the Force, drawing it in
more and more on the way up to level seven, by where Qui-Gon
was completely immersed. His limbs moving without a thought as
he allowed the Force to flow through him, easing tension as he
released even the most minor worry or anxiety into its
comforting embrace.
As focused as he was he noticed the other presence in the room
immediately. It wasn't threatening, so he put it aside, coming
to a graceful stop and let the Force drain away from him until
he was once again alone in his body and mind. Only then did he
open his eyes to see his visitor.
It was the Padawan he'd met that morning, Thian, still dressed
in his instructors' blacks and regarding him quietly.
"I hope I didn't bother you, Master Qui-Gon, but I've never
seen the Tu'Ra Kom performed so well and I couldn't help but
watch."
Qui-Gon walked off the practice mat and retrieved a towel to
wipe the sweat from his face. "It's quite all right, Padawan,"
he lied, hiding his irritation at the boy's presence behind a
mask of masterly advice. "Observance is one of the best ways of
learning."
The young man moved further into the room, leaning against a
wall and Qui-Gon became absurdly aware of the fact that he was
only wearing a pair of thin leggings, as was his wont during
these workouts. The Padawan was very close to simply staring at
him.
"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked finally,
when the boy didn't speak again. Thian smiled, crossing his
arms over his chest.
"Actually, I was just thinking that you and Obi-Wan have a lot
in common. For example, you're both exquisite."
Qui-Gon felt a blush creep upward to heat his cheeks. Was this
impudent little brat -flirting- with him?
"You should be saying things like that to Obi-Wan, not me," he
said shortly, pulling on a tunic and tying it shut with undue
haste.
The young man looked at him blankly for a moment before dawning
awareness lit his eyes. "Because we slept together? I'm
actually surprised that he told you." Thian laughed softly,
"We're just friends, there haven't been any promises made on
either side. I can say whatever I want to whomever I want."
Does Obi-Wan know that, he nearly shot back, but he bit off the
words, even as he squirmed mentally over the boy's assumption
that Obi-Wan had told him anything. Their relationship was none
of his business and he almost couldn't believe that this
arrogant young man was the same shy little mouse that he'd met
that morning. He looked at the boy, hard, studying him.
He wasn't unattractive, a pleasant enough face and body.
Bluish-black hair cropped short, light blue eyes, a Rialian,
most likely, by his coloring. The deep black of his dress
uniform set off his fair skin rather nicely and without his
permission Qui-Gon's mind drifted back to the year before,
during Obi-Wan's teaching semester when he'd worn uniform
blacks. The dark color had suited him, making his hair seem
that much more golden in comparison, the trousers that had fit
snugly instead of the looser field uniform.
He pushed back those thoughts almost savagely. "You shouldn't
say such things to me anyway," a sharp, warning edge to his
tone but the Padawan ignored it, and instead stepped further
into the room until he stood just before the other man.
"Why not? It's true. Isn't honesty often for the best, as they
say? And you are exquisite." One pale hand drifted up as if to
touch Qui-Gon's cheek and he caught it in a painful grasp.
"If you're looking for a quick lay, I suggest you return to the
Padawans where you belong. There's bound to be someone who
would like a creature such as you. Unless, of course, you think
your Master would be interested in hearing of this?" He
released the boy's wrist, almost shoving him away.
A bit of his disgust at the Padawan melted away at the boy's
expression. For just an instant, it was one of startled hurt
and dismay, until he schooled his face to Jedi calm, his
distress visible only in that he was blinking frequently. He
backed off several paces and bowed quickly.
"No, Master Qui-Gon, I don't believe that will be necessary. I
beg your pardon and I'll trouble you no more. Good day." The
words were barely audible and with another short bow, he
vanished through the door.
Qui-Gon sighed heavily and sank to the floor, all the calm he'd
gained from the Tu'Ra Kom lost. That had been completely
inexcusable. It was far from the first time he'd been
propositioned in such a way but never had he been so cruel to
the person asking and really, the young man hadn't deserved it.
He'd been pushing the boundaries of propriety, true, but he'd
obviously only been testing the waters.
And instead of gently, but firmly, turning the boy down, he'd
insulted him, threatened him and even physically hurt him. And
why? Because he'd been intimate with Obi-Wan? Inexcusable.
Qui-Gon added the guilt that was already starting to twist in
his stomach to his growing pile. Thian and Obi-Wan were both
adults and their relationship was none of his concern. And
somehow he was going to convince himself that that was true.
He got to his feet and returned to the practice mat, moving
into position for level one. This could take a while.
Interlude
"I felt like an idiot."
"Oh, come on, you did fine. Let me tell you, the Theater Guild
lost a fantastic actor when the Jedi found you."
"Whatever. Are you absolutely sure this is a good idea?"
"Don't tell me you're backing out now, you went along with the
first part."
"All I had to do in the first part was have sex with you. Not
exactly a great hardship."
"Well, just think, if this works out you'll be getting more
sex."
A pause. "I know, but...I don't know, he's just so -rigid-."
"Damn, I hope so."
Silence. "I can not believe you just said that, is that all you
ever think about?!"
"Look, if you'd wanted him for as long as I have...this has got
to work or I swear I'll die of terminal horniness."
Laughter. "Well, I can't just let a good friend die."
It was much later in the day when Qui-Gon finally returned to
his quarters, exhausted, muscles trembling from over-exertion.
He'd gone through the Tu'Ra Kom three more times before he'd
finally felt a measure of calm, and he suspected that the only
reason he did was because he'd beaten his jealousy into
submission.
All his efforts were once again rendered useless when he walked
into his quarters and instead of finding a contrite Padawan, he
found a note telling him that Obi-Wan had gone out with some
friends, he'd be back later and master if you need me please
just call on my comlink.
Qui-Gon actually had to close his eyes for a moment as he
struggled for control. Vacation, he reminded himself, we are on
vacation and I gave him permission not two days ago to spend
time with his friends while we are on Coruscant.
His annoyance faded sullenly to the back of his mind and he
steadfastly ignored it from there, allowing only thoughts of
washing up and dinner.
One shower and meal later, he settled himself in front of the
room monitor to read the daily reports. He was still on the
first paragraph when the door opened and an obscenely cheerful
Obi-Wan came in.
"Good evening, Master," he said brightly, not even waiting for
a reply as he immediately went into the kitchen nook, the
sounds of scavenging soon emerging. "Do you want something to
drink while I'm in here?"
"Yes, please," Qui-Gon said automatically. I will not say
anything, he told himself, I will not say anything. I will just
sit here and read and never mind any indiscretions today. We're
only here for another week.
A cup being set at his elbow distracted him from his thoughts
and he absently picked up the cup and sniffed it. "What is it?"
"Poison. I've been trying to kill you for weeks, it's about
time you noticed." At his master's look, which clearly said he
was in no mood for humor, Obi-Wan sighed. "It's Rebulion
brandy. I didn't think one drink with an alcoholic content
would cause you much damage."
Qui-Gon didn't say anything but he did take a sip and Obi-Wan
decided that was good enough. "Did you do anything interesting
today, Master? I actually had a really good time, I..."
Only half-listening to Obi-Wan chatter on like a little monkey
about his day, Qui-Gon's lagging attention caught on one word
his apprentice said.
"And so Thian and I..."
Thian. Thian, that arrogant little brat who he'd had seen
almost a day previously touching Obi-Wan. Touching and kissing
and...the annoyance that he'd been suppressing the entire day
pushed past his inner controls and surged forward.
"Obi-Wan, I'm sure your day was very interesting but if you
don't mind I am trying to do something here." It came out much
sharper than he'd intended, jealousy adding a razor edge to his
words.
Silence, then a very subdued, "Yes, Master. I'm sorry."
Qui-Gon closed his eyes for a moment before glancing over his
shoulder at his apprentice. Obi-Wan was sitting on the sofa,
eyes down as he fiddled with his long braid.
Exhaling, Qui-Gon raised a hand to his head, rested his
forehead against it. He was going to have to get this under
control and now. His feelings were hardly Obi-Wan's fault and
he'd be damned if he'd start taking it out on the young man,
who had wanted nothing more than to share his day with his
master. His master who had managed, with one sentence, to
snatch away every bit of pleasure Obi-Wan had had that day.
"Obi-Wan," he said heavily, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
snapped at you like that."
He heard the young man shift to his feet behind him and he
turned to look at him. Obi-Wan stood straight, hands folded in
front of him. "No, you're right, Master, I shouldn't be
pestering you. I'll leave you alone then." A short bow and
Obi-Wan turned and left, Qui-Gon watching helplessly, too upset
to even call him back.
Qui-Gon was still awake when Obi-Wan returned hours later. He
didn't look up when his Padawan entered their quarters again
and Obi-Wan only murmured a soft goodnight before fleeing to
his bedroom.
He only just brushed past his master, was near him for a mere
second but it was enough. He fairly reeked of sex and Qui-Gon
inhaled deeply, a shuddering going through his body at the
heady, musky scent. His body responded instantly, going
painfully erect even as he knew who Obi-Wan had been with. The
mental image of the two boys entwined flittered through his
mind and he muttered his own goodnight as Obi-Wan left him to
smolder with an uncertain combination of lust and jealousy.
He stayed up a bit longer, doggedly trying to continue his
reading until he realized he'd been looking at the same page
for nearly ten minutes and he still didn't know what it said.
He finally surrendered. Sleep, he decided, could only be a good
thing and he got up to do just that.
This was getting out of hand, he admitted soberly. He was going
to have to gain some measure of control over his feelings
before something regrettable happened.
Walking past Obi-Wan's door he saw that it was slightly ajar.
He couldn't resist a peek inside, even as he silently cursed
his newly discovered voyeuristic tendencies.
His Padawan was sound asleep, sprawled on his stomach
carelessly, the sheet just barely covering his hips. Qui-Gon
drank in the sight as if he had been dying of thirst. The
moonlight that streamed in from the small window tinged his
skin with an ethereal paleness and he found himself again
remembering the previous night, this same skin clothed in
nothing but a thin sheen of perspiration, that smooth, peaceful
face contorted in passion.
Qui-Gon pulled back sharply, sucking in a breath as he leaned
against the wall outside Obi-Wan's door. Without another glance
he walked quickly to his own room, stripped and collapsed on
the bed. He took himself in hand, stroking quickly,
desperately, remembering those soft lips parted with cries of
pleasure escaping from them, the flexing muscles in his back
and hips as he'd thrust into the other boy.
He muffled his own cry against his pillow as he came, spurting
semen over his clenching hand. He lay perfectly still,
struggling to get his breathing even before he allowed himself
to think of what he'd just done.
There had to be an explanation for this, he decided, getting to
his feet and padding to the fresher. Perhaps he'd just been too
long without a lover.
Of course! That was all, it had been years since he'd actually
had anyone he could call a lover, months since he'd just had
simple, no- attachments sex. He was a human and he had needs.
He was a Jedi, after all, not dead.
And hadn't he had an offer practically fall into his lap today?
He'd turned it down but perhaps with a little
persuasion...Qui-Gon froze, horrified at his own thoughts. Was
he actually considering seducing his own Padawan's lover?
But hadn't Thian said that they didn't have an attachment to
each other? And he was an attractive young man Qui-Gon had to
admit. He refused to think about any other reason that he might
have for wanting sex with the same person Obi-Wan was involved
with.
Enough. He was going to sleep now and tomorrow he would go
speak to Thian, he decided. It couldn't hurt to just talk to
the boy. And then maybe he could get these completely
inappropriate thoughts of his Padawan out of his mind.
Ideas that make perfect sense in the middle of the night have a
tendency to seem ridiculous in the light of day, Qui-Gon
discovered, as he lingered outside the class Thian was
teaching. The students exiting the class looked at him
curiously and he smiled at them briefly before steeling himself
and going inside.
Thian was tidying the room, that previous class had been his
last for the day, Qui-Gon had already checked.
Before he could work up the nerve to speak, Thian glanced up
and saw him. A decidedly cool expression settled on his face,
Qui-Gon noticed with a sinking heart.
"Master Qui-Gon," he said clipped tones, "Is there something I
can help you with?"
"I'm not sure," Qui-Gon answered honestly, "I was hoping I
could talk with you for a moment." Thian regarded him
suspiciously.
"Is this about Obi-Wan?" he asked abruptly. "Because I told
you, Obi and I are only friends..."
Qui-Gon swallowed, hard. This was not something he was
accustomed to doing. "No, this is about something a bit
more...personal."
Thian's pale eyes narrowed, "Yesterday you told me on no
uncertain terms that you were not interested, so I can't
imagine what you might need to talk to me about." He raised an
eyebrow speculatively, "Unless you're here to tell me you've
changed your mind?"
"And if I am?" He held his breath, waiting, while Thian stood
silently, contemplating, until with a nod he walked over to
Qui-Gon and kissed him, hard.
Startled, Qui-Gon barely had time to catch his balance before
the kiss was deepened, a warm tongue teasing his lips and he
responded without thought, pulling the shorter man closer and
kissing him thoroughly.
Thian pulled away first, panting slightly. "If you've changed
your mind, then you can meet me at my quarters tonight."
Qui-Gon nodded, somewhat dazed, and Thian pressed another quick
kiss to his lips before leaving.
Qui-Gon lingered a moment longer, painfully aware of his rather
obvious erection and he waited for it to subside a bit before
he tried to walk through the halls. He touched his lips with a
trembling finger, closing his eyes and reliving that wild kiss.
He didn't know what was worse; that he was going to bed his
Padawan's lover or that fact that he would rather it was his
Padawan.
Interlude
"Are you -sure- this is going to work?"
"Yes, I'm sure, just keep up with it."
"I feel like an idiot, acting like that."
"Think of it as specialized training."
A snort of laughter, "Oh, I'm sure. Seduction training will
certainly be useful on diplomatic missions."
"You never know."
"Yeah, well, keep in mind if this doesn't work it's your ass."
"Oh, I'm counting on that."
"Force, is that all you ever think about! I..." Fading away.
Hours later found Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn standing outside the
door to the quarters of a Padawan that he had known less than
two days, looking at the door chime. He hadn't pressed it just
yet. Instead, he'd been staring at it, for nearly five minutes
now, as if all the answers he needed were written somewhere on
that tiny button.
What the hells was he thinking? He'd alternately been looking
forward to and dreading this moment the entire day and now that
he was here, he had no idea what he wanted. And of all nights,
this was the one that Obi-Wan had picked to stay in. Qui-Gon
had been so flustered that he'd hardly been able to speak,
spitting out some lame excuse for why he was spending the
evening out, as if he needed to make excuses to his own
Padawan.
Obi-Wan, for his part, had only glanced up from the puzzle he'd
been working on and bid him a casual goodnight. He'd apparently
forgiven his master for his testiness the day before, for which
Qui-Gon was grateful.
And now he was here. Well, he'd wanted sex, hadn't he? And he
was fairly certain that there was an attractive young man
waiting eagerly on the other side of this door for exactly the
same thing.
That settled it. Not allowing himself to hesitate again, he
reached up and pushed the door chime. The door slid open
revealing a pitch-black room and nothing more.
Very uncertainly, he walked in, touching very lightly with the
Force so that he didn't bump into anything. He didn't need the
light, but it was still a bit unnerving to be unable to see
anything. Strong arms suddenly captured him from behind,
embracing him tightly.
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come," Thian
said softly against Qui-Gon's ear, the gentle puff of air
making him shiver. "Glad to see you didn't change your mind."
Qui-Gon stood stiffly in the embrace and Thian released his
hold, instead sliding his hands over Qui-Gon's chest, down his
sides.
"You're a bit tense," teasingly, and then with some concern,
"Hey, you're really tense, are you sure you're all right with
this?" Those hands shifted to his shoulders, rubbing soothingly
and Qui-Gon relaxed a fraction. "Look, if you've changed your
mind..."
"I haven't," Qui-Gon said hastily, relaxing a bit more under
the gentle massage. "I just...I'm not...I'm not accustomed to
this," he said finally.
"I'd already assumed that much." Teasing again, gently and
Thian wrapped his arms around the older man again, hugging him.
Qui-Gon leaned back into that warm body and found his earlier
nervousness easing.
"Would it make you feel better if I promise that if you feel
uncomfortable you can leave anytime you like, no questions
asked? And I won't do anything that you won't like." Thian
laughed softly, "I mean, you're sexy and very tempting and all,
but I'm not about to risk my standing at the academy for you."
Strangely, those wry words melted away the last of Qui-Gon
reservations, even as he felt vaguely foolish for being so
uptight. He did need this, he decided suddenly. It was
ridiculous that at his age he would be as nervous with a new
lover as if he were still a virgin. And that a young man
probably half his age would have to soothe his ruffled nerves.
Turning in the circle of Thian's arms, he pulled the younger
man against him and found his lips with his own. Thian made an
appreciative sound, apparently agreeing with the agenda
presented. Tentative, learning kisses at first, discovering the
taste and feel of their new partner, then deeper, tongues
meeting and twining together in an erotic dance.
Qui-Gon pulled back slightly and drew Thian's lower lip into
his mouth, sucking gently. The younger man gasped and then
pulled completely away.
"Come with me." Hands captured Qui-Gon's wrists and led him
through the darkened room.
"Is there any reason that you like your quarters to have no
light whatsoever?" Qui-Gon asked, idly, as he allowed himself
to be guided. He didn't really care about the lights but it was
a bit odd.
Soft laughter greeted his question, "Oh, I think it's kind of
erotic, to learn someone by touch before you learn them by
sight."
Qui-Gon's body certainly thought that sounded erotic enough,
just the idea was stimulating certain parts of him.
"Here, hold still." Nimble fingers loosened his belt with the
ease of long practice and in short order Qui-Gon was completely
naked and pushed down to sprawl across a surprising large and
comfortable bed. He couldn't hold back a groan as Thian's warm
hands found his erection and stroked it gently, from root to
head as if he was petting it.
"Wow! I'm surprised you don't get a lot more propositions."
Qui-Gon barely had time to process Thian's impressed words
before a wet, soft mouth closed over the head of his cock,
sucking gently, then with some force as Thian took him deeper,
flicking his tongue along the shaft.
Totally encompassed in the darkness of the room, cut off from
all light, Qui-Gon's senses centered on the heat of Thian's
mouth. One hand had moved to circle the base of his cock and
stroked in time with Thian's movements. His other hands moved
over Qui-Gon's stomach, his chest, lightly stroking his
nipples, pinching them into hard peaks. Other hands...?
He half-sat up, startled, but two sets of hands immediately
soothed him, stroking away his sudden tension, easing him back
downward and he let them. Thian had promised not to do anything
he didn't like and as another warm mouth settled over one of
his nipples, nibbling gently, he very quickly decided he didn't
care who it was as long as they didn't stop.
The mouth at his nipple trailed kisses down his stomach, a
tongue dipping briefly into his navel and Qui-Gon reached out
hesitantly, his hand finding a smooth, bare chest. Another boy
then, a Padawan? His seeking fingers slid upward and found the
long braid tucked behind an ear. Yes, a Padawan and he had no
more time to think as Thian sucked almost painfully hard for a
brief second and then released him, the cold air a shock
against his wet cock.
Almost immediately that wet heat wrapped around his cock again
but this was the other person, he could tell. This person
lapped delicately at the tip before pulling his cock in,
stroking his tongue gently along the sensitive underside as he
slowly engulfed the shaft in the velvety warmth of his mouth.
Gods, he couldn't remember the last time someone had taken him
so deeply, could feel the young man's nose pressed lightly
against the crisp curls at the base of his belly before he
pulled back, achingly slow, only to suck the hard flesh quickly
back in.
Qui-Gon felt as if he couldn't breathe, was faintly aware of
Thian's hands, or whom he assumed was Thian, stoking his thighs
and flanks but mostly all he felt was the glorious pressure of
that mouth. His hands crept down and wove themselves into the
boy's hair and he allowed it, allowed Qui-Gon to hold him still
while he thrust inside very carefully, not wanting to choke or
hurt this wonderfully pleasurable stranger.
They let him take his pleasure that way for just a moment,
before he felt four hands on him again, shifting him, moving
him until he was on his hands and knees, kneeling over the boy
now and thrusting downward into the tight heat of that mouth.
Hands on his hips stopped him and Qui-Gon nearly cried out in
frustration as the boy beneath him pulled back, dropped a quick
kiss on the tip of his cock.
The boy squirmed around, getting to his knees and Qui-Gon
needed no guiding from there. He slid a hand down the boy's
back, felt his way to the cleft of his buttocks. He lightly
teased the small opening there, found it already slick with oil
and hands on his hips urged him forward as much as the boy
arching beneath him.
Positioning himself, Qui-Gon leaned forward, pushing the head
of his cock through the tight entrance. A soft sound beneath
him gave him pause and he nearly pulled back, afraid of causing
pain but Thian's hands shifted from his hips to the small of
his back, holding him still.
He waited then, until the boy pushed back urgently, begging
silently for more. Carefully, sensing for any sign of pain, he
sliding into that not quite resisting passage until he was
completely engulfed, his belly pressed against the boy's smooth
cheeks.
Perfection. Just perfect, tight heat and oh he had needed this.
It had been so long, too long since he'd just immersed himself
within someone else. He rested there, simply enjoying the tight
heat surrounding his cock when he felt the brush of lips
against his ear.
"Don't move," Thian whispered, his first words since this began
and Qui-Gon obeyed him, trembling slightly with the effort of
holding completely still. He was almost undone when the boy
beneath him shifted slightly, the muscles around his cock
tightened briefly and Qui-Gon gasped hoarsely, lurching forward
a brief second before he caught himself.
Qui-Gon felt the shock of a none-too-gentle slap against the
flank of the young man beneath him.
"That means you too." Chiding and the Padawan chuckled softly,
hardly more than a breath, but he obeyed, holding perfectly
still. Qui-Gon heard Thian shift behind him, stroked his
backside briefly then cool, slick fingers touched his anus,
probing inside.
Qui-Gon forced himself to relax, to trust. He certainly hadn't
been disappointed thus far. A second finger slid in,
stretching, opening and then they both pulled out and were
replaced by something much warmer and more insistent.
He tensed slightly, a faint sound escaping him as he struggled
to relax, to allow his body to accommodate the hard length that
was pushing inside him. It hurt, it had been so long, but the
boy beneath him shifted a bit, rocking slightly beneath him and
the bright flares of pleasure from his cock distracted him.
"There, that's it, just relax, Force you're so tight," crooned
softly behind him and Thian pressed in as far as he could go,
resting his forehead briefly against Qui-Gon's back.
"Don't move, not yet. Just...just a second now," Thian panted
out and Qui-Gon struggled to obey. The boy on the bottom
shifted, moving so that he was leaning on his elbows and both
Padawan's carefully manipulated the master until his hands were
resting on the bed next to the bottom Padawan's shoulders.
"There!" An explosive exhalation and Thian's hand came to rest
on Qui- Gon's hips. "Now, just enjoy the ride." And a moment
later that was all Qui-Gon could do.
The boy beneath him leaned forward just as Thian pulled back
and the both moved back together, one taking him in and the
other just taking and Qui-Gon could do nothing but allow it.
Slowly, a bit awkwardly at first but they quickly found a
rhythm.
Qui-Gon was lost in a haze of sensation, his hands knotted into
the bed linens and he struggled against the overwhelming
pleasure, wanting it to last, wanting more. Thian's fingers
were digging deeply enough into his hips to leave bruises and
the other boy was crying out hoarsely, desperately as he pushed
back against Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon forced one hand to release the sheets, holding his
weight on the other as he managed to work his free hand under
the boy beneath him, searching for and finding his neglected
erection. The boy gave a loud warbling cry, and thrust
backwards, impaling himself on Qui-Gon's thickness even as he
arched into the tight clasp of the master's hand.
It couldn't last, the pleasure poured off them all in waves,
rippling through the Force and they were all too sensitive not
to feel it, swirling around them like a caress. They all froze,
trembling, waiting and Qui-Gon tumbled first, the duel
sensations assaulting him finally pushing him over the edge,
but the other two followed swiftly, struggling to get closer,
to be deeper as they all felt the ricochet of ecstasy move
through the Force.
Someone was screaming, mentally, physically, Qui-Gon didn't
know, didn't know if it was one of the Padawans or himself. He
was awash with a thousand sensations all felt at once, the warm
pulses inside him, the fluid spurting over his hand, his own
orgasm deep inside a faceless body that was squeezing him
tightly, wondrously. He collapsed, all his weight bearing down
on the boy beneath him. He felt the boy's knees give out and
they all sprawled on the bed, still gasping and shaking with
aftershocks of the most exquisite orgasm Qui-Gon had had in
longer than he cared to remember.
He managed to shift slightly, taking Thian with him and he
heard the other boy suck a deep breath into his starved lungs.
Thian stirred, moving off and Qui-Gon could only move with him,
rolling to the side. He was practically asleep when he felt
Thian nestle up against his back, another warm body snuggling
into his arms and he just barely managed to press a kiss to the
head beneath his chin before he drifted off.
It was very early in the morning when he woke. The sun had yet
to rise, only a hazy bit of light peeked in to announce its
coming. Qui-Gon shifted, slightly disorientated, but two
different protesting murmurs stilled him. Memory flooded back
and he relaxed back into the mattress.
Thian was still spooned up behind him, his face buried between
Qui- Gon's shoulder blades and another boy was in Qui-Gon's
arms, snuggled close, his cheek resting on Qui-Gon's chest. He
didn't have to look down to see who that boy was.
He sighed faintly, lips pursed as he considered his plight.
This entire situation reeked of conspiracy and in the morning,
he was going to have a -very- long talk with two -very- wicked
little Padawans.
But until then...
He tightened his arms around the young man lying within them,
pulling him closer. The Padawan made a soft, contented sound,
briefly rubbing his cheek against Qui-Gon's chest before
subsiding back into sleep.
Qui-Gon tilted his head down and pressed a soft kiss to
Obi-Wan's hair. Yes, definitely a long talk. And after that,
well, they would work something out, he was certain of that.
-finis-
Questions, comments, to keelywolfe@aol.com And just in case you
were wondering, DBKate wanted to see Qui-Gon get a piece of
both of the boys. I'm nothing if not flexible. (Not that way!
Get your mind out of the gutter!)
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