"I just don't understand why you must always go against the Council.
You would be on the Council if..."
He followed after Qui-Gon, who had already seen the boy to his
quarters. He knew his master wasn't angry, Jedi generally refuse
themselves the luxury of true anger, but he could feel the
frustration broadcasting from the older man. Qui-Gon walked swiftly
ahead of him and into his own quarters. The instant the doors closed
he swung around to face his apprentice.
"And you think I am wrong to want to train the boy?"
"I can't say whether or not such action would be wrong, I just
-feel- something, I..." he floundered, and finally fell silent, not
knowing how he could possibly justify his feelings. Aside from the
Council's decision, he had his own reason's for not wanting Qui-Gon
to train the boy.
He was jealous, plain and simple.
It was petty and small minded, he knew, an emotion very unworthy of
one who was to be a Jedi Knight, but he felt it regardless.
If Qui-Gon took Anakin as his Padawan then Obi-Wan would lose him,
never belong with him again. He would have to had made to leap into
Jedi eventually, of course, he had been training for it most of his
life, but a deeply buried part of him wanted to wait just a bit
longer.
He turned away from his master, knowing he was only marginally
successful in hiding his despair, but before Qui-Gon could say
anything, a sensation struck Obi-Wan. It overwhelmed his personal
emotions with *disturbance*darkness*blackness* and he wavered,
swaying on his feet. He felt Qui-Gon catch him before he collapsed.
He turned the younger man to face him, hands on his shoulders as he
held him steady.
"Obi-Wan? Are you all right? What's wrong?"
"I...I don't know. I -feel- something. I..." How to explain the
disturbance he felt, that darkness that hovered just out of reach of
his senses? His master was looking at him with concern, waiting for
him to finish explaining, but he couldn't. All he knew is that he
felt a -wrongness-. It was that feeling, fear of that darkness, that
pushed him, spurred him into doing something that he had sometimes
dreamed of but never actually considered doing.
Obi-Wan leaned forward and pressed his lips to his master's.
He heard, felt, the older man draw a sharp breath, but Obi- Wan went
no further, nothing more than the light pressure of his mouth on the
other's. They stayed like that for what seemed an eon, Qui-Gon's
hands, still resting on his Padawan's shoulders, trembled
uncertainly, as if struggling to decide whether to push away or pull
closer.
Obi-Wan could feel that uncertainty, it thrummed through him, their
closeness had always allowed him to feel the other man well, and he
knew if he pulled away that this could be pushed aside, the
boundaries of master and apprentice could easily fall back into
place. But he could also feel that disturbance, the darkness, and
knew that if this was to happen at all it must be now.
And so ever so carefully, he deepened the kiss, turning it from
passive pressure to gentle persuasion, coaxing for a response.
Tentatively, he traced the other man's lips with his tongue and felt
Jinn shudder almost imperceptibly in response. They hung in the
balance, tension and conflict mounting as a decision was sought.
Those hands on his shoulders tightened and Obi-Wan gave an inner
cry, certain he was about to be thrust away, the battle lost. And
then, those same hands pulled him closer as Qui-Gon opened himself
up to the younger man's embrace.
Relief surged through him, followed swiftly by desire as Qui-Gon
wrapped his arms around him to press full length against him. The
hesitant kiss was lost, replaced by an eager, exploring one as they
tasted each other.
Obi-Wan allowed his hands to slide upward, cupping Qui- Gon's face,
testing the texture of his beard before traveling further and losing
themselves in the soft hair on the sides of his head, stroking the
heavy, silken mass before roaming lower. They slipped underneath
Jinn's dark brown robe, stroking and massaging the strong muscled
back through the thin shirt. He was gratified to hear a muffled
groan from the older man and abruptly found himself moving backwards
until he was pressed against the wall.
"We shouldn't do this," Qui-Gon gasped out, finally breaking the
kiss but not releasing Kenobi. Instead, he trailed soft kisses and
nips down the line of the young man's chin. Obi-Wan tilted his head
to allow better access. Pressed hard against the wall by Qui-Gon's
body there was no question of the other man's arousal and that
knowledge made it difficult to think.
"This...this is wrong...the Council..." Qui-Gon's speech was
interrupted by the more pressing matter of kissing his apprentice. A
relationship of a sexual nature between a Master and his Padawan was
more than just a little frowned upon by the Council. Such heated
emotions between a student and a teacher made for poor learning.
Distracted as he was, however, he didn't even make a token
resistance when, in a blur of movement, Obi-Wan reversed their
positions and he found himself with his back against the wall,
Kenobi looming in front of him.
"It is not wrong! You told the Council that I was ready for the
trials, that you could teach me no more." Gray eyes bore into blue
and Obi-Wan saw acceptance seep into Jinn's gaze. He leaned in then,
tracing the curve of Qui-Gon's ear with his tongue before
whispering, "It isn't wrong, the time for student and teacher is
over." He frowned when Jinn shook his head and pulled back to look
at the older Jedi.
"No, no it isn't over, not yet." The solemn look on Qui- Gon's face
froze something inside Obi-Wan until those lips quirked upward. "I
believe, however, that the lessons are going to change. I do have a
few things left that I can teach you." He pulled Obi-Wan back into
his embrace, kissing him with feverish intensity.
The cold fear inside him melted away and Obi-Wan returned the kiss
enthusiastically, tongue's twining as hands searched for and found
points of sensitivity. Obi-Wan struggled with the stubborn belt
holding Jinn's shirt closed and finally broke it, tossing it aside
as his hands discovered the newly exposed skin.
Breaking the kiss, Obi-Wan slid lower, his mouth tracing a path
downward. He paused briefly at the base of the throat, his tongue
probing the slight hollow there before resuming. Lower, lower he
tasted Jinn's salt-sweet skin and reveled in the gasps and moans
coming from above him as he found one area or another that aroused
the other man. The nipples, which he nibbled and sucked into tiny,
hard peaks. His hands preceded him, lightly stroking the hard
muscled stomach before his mouth explored the texture, moving down
to kneel before the older man.
The loose pants were no barrier at all and he edged them lower with
his chin, following the line of dark hair that ran from Qui-Gon's
navel and lower. Underneath the pants were thin shorts of the same
unbleached cloth that the rest of their clothes were made from.
Standard Jedi clothing that he was wearing himself. He could see the
erection straining against the fabric, one place was damp-darkened
at the tip of that cock and before he thought about it, he leaned
forward and kissed the spot.
Qui-Gon gasped loudly and Obi-Wan spared a look upward to see the
Jedi leaning against the wall, his head tilted back as he breathed
heavily. His robe and shirt hung open exposing him to the younger
man's avid gaze. He was a picture of utter sensuality, one that
Obi-Wan had no will or desire to resist. He leaned forward and
kissed the tip again through the cloth and again was reward with a
groan, and this time a whispered, "Please..."
Heat flooded to his own groin at that plea, but he ignored it.
Instead, he edged the fabric down until that heavy cock sprang free.
He had seen Qui-Gon naked before, after twenty-odd years of
acquaintance it was almost to be expected, but he'd never seen him
like this, erect and crimson, the tip leaking clear fluid.
He allowed himself only a brief look before he closed his lips over
the straining flesh. He was hesitant at first, inexperienced as he
was. Celibacy was the rule rather that the exception among
trainee's, a physical relationship being far too distracting for
someone learning the ways of the Jedi. But he more than made up for
his lack of knowledge with enthusiasm, sucking hard, then stroking
with his tongue, bring his hands up to cup and gently squeeze the
soft sac underneath.
Jinn sagged into the wall, all his attention focused in the heat
enveloping his erection. He looked down at the beautiful figure
kneeling in front of him and nearly screamed in frustration when the
young man pulled back and nibbled gently at the crown, teasing and
licking at the head of the shaft. Kenobi knew what his master, now
his lover, was feeling, knew when his ministrations brought
pleasure, their common link through the Force allowed such intimacy.
Any lingering uncertainty melted away and he slid his hands around
to cup Qui-Gon's buttocks, encouraging him to thrust deeper into his
mouth.
A hand clasped the back of his neck, a plea as much as a warning,
and Kenobi felt the other man stiffen, heard the sharp, "Ah!"
exclaimed above him. Immediately, he took that hard cock as deeply
as he could, swallowing his gag reflex as it throbbed and jerked,
spurting hot fluid. He drank that salty-bitter liquor gratefully,
savored the taste as the flow ebbed and Jinn's erection softened. He
released it, kissed the silky head one last time and leaned
backwards as Qui-Gon's knees gave out and he sank down into Obi-Wan's
embrace.
He lay there, panting, in the circle of his former student's arms
for a long moment. Obi-Wan's hands were rubbing circles soothingly
on his back and the soft lips that had begun this were pressing
tender kisses on the top of his head. A distant part of his mind
decided that maybe Obi-Wan didn't need any training in this area
after all. As he came back to himself, he realized he could still
feel the unfulfilled arousal radiating off of Kenobi. He smiled in
private amusement. Perhaps it was time for him to resume the
teacher's role.
Obi-Wan found himself abruptly moved from kneeling to staring up at
the ceiling before even that was blocked out by a head over his own
capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. He was captured in a whirlwind
of sensation as Qui-Gon's hands and lips suddenly seemed to be
everywhere. He lay back, all coherent thought wiped away by hands
that never stilled. His clothes seemed to vanish under the onslaught
and those hands encompassed his exposed skin. They seemed to stroke
him everywhere at once, the smooth expanse of his chest, over his
hips, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, everywhere but where
he wanted, -needed- those hands to be.
He struggled for words that he couldn't form through the haze of
pleasure and longing clouding his mind. -Please!- he cried out,
silently. The hands paused, so close that he could feel the heat of
them on his skin.
-Please what?-
The words weren't spoken but Obi-Wan heard them regardless. He
arched towards those hands lingering over him, trying to make
contact. "Please, touch me."
The response was immediate. The hands that had been taunting him so
enticingly were now stroking and squeezing his previously neglected
erection and the world seemed to blur before his eyes as he came. He
was dimly aware of the heated liquid flowing out to coat his stomach
and those hands, which were gentle now as they coaxing the last
drops of fluid from his softening cock.
Obi-Wan lay sprawled on the cool floor, too exhausted to even open
his eyes while his breathing calmed. Fingers were tracing soothing
patterns on his chest and he gave an appreciative sigh at the
ministrations. Until they slid down his side and he reflexively
twisted away from the ticklish sensation, finally opening his eyes.
Qui-Gon was sitting cross-legged next to him, his pants pulled up
but his shirt still hung open. They stayed that way, silently
regarding each other while the minutes ticked by. Now that it had
finally occurred, Obi-Wan had no idea what to say or do. What
response would be appropriate? Before he could decide Qui-Gon took
the matter out of his hands by leaning forward and kissing him, with
less passion than genuine warmth.
"That was somewhat unexpected, my Padawan but certainly...
pleasant." Obi-Wan looked at his master in disbelief.
"Pleasant?" He felt as if every nerve he had had just been wrung dry
and the best word Qui-Gon could come up with was pleasant? He was
about to pursue the matter when his lips were captured again in an
achingly tender kiss.
"-Very- pleasant," Qui-Gon murmured against his lips. "However, we
do have important matters to deal with tomorrow, I suggest we get
some sleep."
Obi-Wan sat up and searched his friend's face for a long moment.
"Can I..." he started awkwardly, then stopped, still unsure of the
new status of their relationship. Qui-Gon waited patiently, his eyes
encouraging. He took a breath and started again. "May I stay here
tonight? I'd like...I'd like to wake tomorrow, with you." He held
his breath but all his fears melted away at Qui-Gon's warm smile.
"My love, if you don't stay here, I shall be forced to chase after
you." Obi-Wan felt a warm tingle go through him at the endearment
and he allowed the larger man to tug him to his feet and lead him
towards the bedroom. A quick trip to the bathroom to cleanse himself
and then he was snuggled underneath the blankets in Qui-Gon's
comforting embrace.
At least, it should have been comforting. The other man had stripped
out of his clothes and was pressed against him from behind, one hand
resting lightly on Obi-Wan's hip. His body, which he would have
thought quite ready for sleep, was in fact reacting to the other
man's closeness in a rather predictable manner. Worse, Qui-Gon did
not seemed to be experiencing the same trouble and had quickly
fallen asleep. He squirmed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his
body's demands but that only pressed him closer to the older man and
he nearly groaned at the feeling of that warm skin, the sensation
definitely not helping his little problem.
-Not so little a problem-, he thought wryly, and he shifted again,
trying to find a more comfortable position. An arm abruptly wrapped
around him.
"Hold still."
The action served to pull him tightly against the other man and he
couldn't stifle the gasp that escaped. He twisted again, trying to
put at least a little distance between him and that warm skin. That
plan backfired when the arm around him tightened, trying to still
him.
"Obi-Wan." The younger man heard the exasperation in his master's
voice and went completely still. Better to suffer a little than get
kicked out of bed. The arm around him relaxed and they lay quietly
for a long moment before Obi- Wan felt a warm burst of breath on his
neck as the other man sighed. "Ah well, who needs sleep anyway?"
Qui-Gon murmured, before pressing himself firmly against his
apprentice's back, revealing his own reaction to Obi-Wan's
fidgeting.
The heated length pressing against his back banished all thoughts of
sleep from Obi-Wan's mind, as did the hand that had started
caressing his chest. Long fingers lightly pinched his nipples,
drawing a ragged gasp before they drifted lower, dipping into his
navel, exploring the smooth plane of his stomach before drifting
lower still. They discovered his erection and teased it for a
moment, finding a drop of sticky fluid and smoothing down over the
shaft.
Obi-Wan arched against that hand but it fled, moving instead down
his flank, stroked one smooth globe lightly before moving to the
crevasse between. The young man stiffened as those fingers teased
the entrance of his body, but Qui-Gin soothed him without words,
letting him feel his master's love and caring through their link,
reassuring Obi-Wan that he would never cause him pain. The young
Jedi relaxed and Qui-Gon slid one finger inside that tight passage.
Obi-Wan inhaled sharply at the intrusion, but before he could adjust
to it, Qui-Gon was pulling back and away from him. Protests rose to
his lips only to be stifled by Qui- Gon's mouth on his own.
"I'll be right back," he reassured, before rising and going into the
bathroom. He could hear the Jedi master rummaging about but before
he could ask Qui-Gon returned and embraced him again. The hands on
his backside returned but this time those fingers were slick and
cool as they probed, sliding easily in and out. One finger became
two and Obi-Wan found himself arching helplessly towards them,
wanting, needing more. He nearly cried out when those fingers pulled
away but fell silent when they were replaced by something larger,
hotter.
Slowly, it pressed forward, just the tip inside him when Qui-Gon
paused, allowing his lover to adjust to this new invasion. Much as
he wanted to simply thrust inside and complete their joining, he
would sooner become a Sith than hurt this trusting, beautiful
creature. Only when he felt the younger man push back against him,
demanding more, did Qui-Gon continue, inching his way into that
virgin-tight passage.
Obi-Wan's entire universe was centered around the man behind him,
the brush of his beard against his shoulder, the hand that was
stroking his hip so gently, encouraging him to relax, to open
himself. And the thickness that was easing its way inside him. He
expected pain, had always heard that there was pain, but after a
brief moment of discomfort there was only tightness and heat. He was
so relaxed underneath his master's blanket of comfort that it was
only when he felt the heat of Qui-Gon's stomach against his backside
did he realize that cock which had felt so huge was actually all the
way inside.
The rested like that for a time, absorbing the sweet sensation of
ultimate closeness, until they could wait no longer. They rocked
together, gently at first, then with some force. Obi-Wan arched into
those heated thrusts wanting more, needing more, until he heard
-it-.
-Let me in.- He stiffened, shocked to hear words whispered directly
into his mind.
-Please, love, let me in.- Qui-Gon never paused, moving inside his
beautiful apprentice, who was balancing on a razor edge of
apprehension and love. This physical union was more than pleasing,
but he wanted more than just a joining, he wanted a bonding and he
pleaded with his student again, -let me, let me, oh please, my love,
let me in- And endless moment of waiting and then, a tendril
extended towards him. He captured it gently, eased himself into his
Padawan's mind as carefully as he had entered his body, until they
were as one, mind and body.
Obi-Wan cried aloud as sensations doubled, tripled inside him,
feeling his own pleasure as well as Qui-Gon's. They held on to it as
long as they could, fighting as losing battle against their
approaching climax. The hand on Obi- Wan's hip shifted to his
erection, squeezing in time to their steadily increasing thrusts
until with a shudder he came, spilling his seed over his master's
hand for a second time that night. Barely a second later he felt a
liquid rush inside him as Qui-Gon came and they both collapsed, the
reverberations of ecstasy still echoing between them.
Breathing harshly, Qui-Gon pulled away and they both sighed at the
sensation it created. Obi-Wan shifted onto his back and pulled the
older man into his embrace. Qui-Gon went without protest and they
rested, their link easing back until they belonged to themselves
once again, yet open enough to still feel the other. Obi-Wan felt
his lover drift off to sleep, the events of the past days catching
up to him. Exhaustion was tugging at Obi-Wan as well and he closed
his eyes, welcoming rest.
*darkness*
His eyes snapped open at the disturbance and Qui-Gon shifted
uneasily in his arms but didn't wake. Obi-Wan closed his eyes again,
reaching out with the Force, trying to form some picture of what was
there but it hung back at the fringes of his consciousness.
He tightened his arms around his lover, knowing only that this
feeling concerned his master in some way. He lay awake that night,
holding his beloved while he slept, looking out into the darkness
and knew something was waiting.
-finis-
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