"I sense much fear in you."
"Would you stop that!" Obi-Wan glared at his master, who wore his
best expression of wide-eyed innocence.
"Padawan, I couldn't help but notice..."
"Oh just shut up and play," he muttered before grinning
triumphantly, "Ha! Full house!" he said, and with a flourish he
fanned his cards out on the table. "Beat that!"
Qui-Gon sighed regretfully, "I'm afraid that this is all I have." He
calmly set his cards on the table and watched as glee was wiped
clean from the younger man's face to be replaced by shock, which in
turn was replaced by dismay. "Are these cards any good?"
"A royal flush," Obi-Wan sputtered, "A royal flush! No, no way," he
shook his head, refusing to believe it, "Now I -know- you're
cheating, do you know what the chances are of getting royal flush in
straight poker?"
"Cheating!" Qui-Gon sniffed disdainfully, "Don't be ridiculous, for
whatever reason would -I- stoop to cheating? Now, take off your
pants."
Obi-Wan cast a pointed glance at his Master, who was sitting across
the table from him, fully dressed, and then back to his own body,
which was clad in nothing more than the afore mentioned pair of
pants, before replying dryly, "I do see your point. Why ever would
you cheat?"
Pushed back his chair the younger man stood, preparing to remove his
last article of clothing. He gave a mental sigh, what had he been
thinking? He had been the one to suggest the game, knowing that his
master had never played it. A way to 'test his mental shields' he
had said. That wasn't all that had been tested this evening, there
was his patience, his temper...his libido.
He risked a glance at his master, who was watching him with a look
of mild interest, as if Obi-Wan was giving some damned speech on the
benefits a natural fabrics as compared to synthetics instead of
being about to strip to the skin. It was that faintly bored
expression that stung him and sprouted a seed of mischief within the
young Jedi.
He slid his hands down his body to the small of his back and
stretched, arching his back and groaning in satisfaction as the
joints popped. His loose pants slipped a bare inch downward,
practically hanging on his slim hips and he relaxed, sighing deeply.
He hid his grin at the surprised surge that he felt ripple through
the Force before it was quickly tamped down. This was an old tease,
a little flirt that he knew Qui-Gon would not respond to. Or he
would try not to anyway.
"Master?" The word slid from his tongue as if were liquid. No
boredom in Qui-Gon's eyes now, they smoldered, fires lit within
those cerulean depths.
"Yes, Padawan?" The husky growl that cushioned those words almost
had Obi-Wan writhing on the floor himself, but he controlled the
urge, letting instead a mischievous smile curve his lips, even as he
wondered at his own daring.
He stepped forward and braced his hands on the small table, leaning
towards Qui-Gon until their lips were a breath away before
whispering, "Double or nothing."
Qui-Gon blinked, jerking his attention from those sultry lips and
back to what those lips were saying. He leaned back and away from
the temptation of that warm mouth. "Why should I agree to that? You
don't have any more garments to bargain with."
Obi-Wan straighten, tapping his index finger lightly against his
cheek. "You're right, hmm, what else do I have to offer? What do I
have that would be worth betting on?" The finger stopped tapping and
trailed down his cheek to his mouth. Obi-Wan slowly ran the finger
over his lips, letting the tip of his tongue stroke the digit. He
watched through lowered lashes as his Master swallowed hard.
"Deal the cards," Qui-Gon said, clearing his throat slightly.
Smiling sweetly, Obi-Wan resumed his seat and did as he had been
told. Dealt three queens, he held them and took two cards. Qui-Gon
took three.
A queen and a nine. Obi-Wan could hardly contain his excitement.
-Finally-, he was going to win a hand and perhaps more than a hand,
perhaps a few other body parts as well...
His bubble burst with an almost audible pop as Qui-Gon lay down his
cards. "Four aces," he announced, "What do you have?"
With a sigh, he tossed his cards to the table. "A growing debt,
apparently." He couldn't even accuse Qui-Gon of cheating, -he- had
been the one to deal. Well, never let it be said that Obi-Wan Kenobi
didn't pay his debts. Standing, he quickly skimmed out of his pants
and tossed them to Qui- Gon, who caught them easily.
"Happy now?" Obi-Wan asked, arms crossed as he waited while
Qui-Gon's studied him. A truly wicked smile settled on Qui- Gon's
face, an expression so unlike his usual stoic mien that Obi-Wan
shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling far more naked than he
already was.
"No, I'm not happy. I believe the bet was double or nothing." When
Obi-Wan's expression changed to one of shock, Qui-Gon calmly added,
"Of course, if you would rather welsh on a bet..." He left the
sentence unfinished, a challenge.
Obi-Wan wet his lips nervously; he'd been teasing his Master
earlier, flirting lightly, as he often did. Qui-Gon had always
returned the tease but never had he indicated that he might actually
be interested. Was he really suggesting...did he -really- want... He
realized that Qui-Gon was watching him intently, waiting for his
response.
A smile of his own lit his face then. If Qui-Gon -was- setting a
gift in his lap he certainly wasn't about to turn it down. He
crossed over to Qui-Gon's chair and pulled it away from the table,
dropping down to kneel at the older man's feet. Obi-Wan's gaze fell
to Qui-Gon's lap and any doubt in his mind vaporized at the bulge
that was visible there, even through several layers of clothing.
Tentatively, Obi-Wan settled his hands on the older Jedi's knees,
let them rest there for a moment before slowly moving them upward.
Qui-Gon's hands captured his, holding them still and Obi-Wan lifted
questioning eyes to Qui-Gon's face. Their eyes caught and held, blue
and hazel meeting.
"Obi-Wan, you don't have to do this." The hoarse edge in Qui-Gon's
voice left little doubt as to what the older man wanted, but did not
want to pressure or force from the young man before him. And Obi-Wan
knew that, knew that the decision was his and always would be. He
pulled one hand free from Qui-Gon's grasp and reached up to lightly
stroke his Master's cheek.
"I know," he whispered and then leaned upward to brush a kiss
against Qui-Gon's lips. He felt Qui-Gon's sharp inhalation and
before Obi-Wan could pull back strong arms captured him, holding him
tightly against the older man as the kiss was deepened. Obi-Wan
opened his mouth eagerly to the soft pressure of Qui-Gon's tongue
against his lips and they kissed ardently, almost frantically.
Qui-Gon pulled away first, gasping for air as he struggled for calm.
The feel of this sensuous young man naked and in his arms was
exciting him almost unbearably. All his calming techniques were
rendered useless as he felt Obi- Wan's hands resume their previous
intention, cupping his aching erection through the fabric of his
pants. Qui-Gon collapsed back into his chair, trembling as those
deft fingers stroked him through the thin cloth.
Then those hands slid away and around Qui-Gon's waist, holding
tightly as Obi-Wan lowered his face to his Master's lap, feeling
that hardness against his cheek. He inhaled deeply, nuzzling against
the proof of his Master's desire for him, relishing the unique feel
of it. Gentle hands touched his head, loosening his short ponytail
and stroking his soft hair.
He pulled back a bit, his hands going to Qui-Gon's belt which he
carefully unfastened and removed. The older Jedi's robes fell open
and Obi-Wan leaned in again, pressing his face against the warm skin
of Qui-Gon's stomach. He could feel the older man's breathing
quicken as he planted little kisses on the smooth skin, and the
hands on his head slid lower to rest on his shoulders.
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon hissed his name as the young Jedi tugged at his
Master's pants, trying to lower them. "You don't have to..."
"Shhhhh," Obi-Wan murmured, surrendering on lowering the pants and
settling for unfastening them instead. The concealing fabric fell
away and Qui-Gon's cock fairly bounced out, Qui-Gon gasping as
Obi-Wan steady it with his hands. He lightly stroked the heated
length of it, from the head down the shaft and back, smearing the
soft fluid that leaked from the tip.
"Obi-Wan, please, I..."
"Hush, now," Obi-Wan said sternly. And before Qui-Gon could respond
he gently licked the tip of that cock, tasting the salty liquid that
had gathered there and stealing away any desire or ability that
Qui-Gon had left for speech. The hands on his shoulders tightened
almost painfully as Obi- Wan swirled his tongue over the head,
teased the soft ridge around the tip and traveling down the shaft.
He heard a soft moan from above and flicked his gaze upward even as
he licked his way back.
Qui-Gon's head was thrown back, exposing the elegant line of his
throat, which Obi-Wan would have loved to nibble if he hadn't been
occupied with better things. The expression on the Jedi master's
face was almost pained, he was biting his lip, his eyes squeezed
tightly shut.
Another moan escaped Qui-Gon's control as Obi-Wan gently sucked the
hard length between his lips and suddenly that was all Obi-Wan
wanted, to make Qui-Gon's lose the rigid control that always
surrounded him. He took that hard cock deeply until it nudged the
back of his throat and felt Qui- Gon arch upward for just a moment
before he caught himself and relaxed.
Not this time. Obi-Wan pulled back until he'd almost released
Qui-Gon from his mouth, flicked his tongue lightly over the head and
then sucked the full length back in, hard. Qui-Gon's hands flew to
Obi-Wan's head, the fingers digging into his scalp but Obi-Wan
ignored it, instead he repeated the maneuver again. And again.
Qui-Gon was squirming in his chair now, gasping and pleading almost
unintelligibly. Not that it matter, Obi-Wan knew exactly what he
wanted. So he gave it to him, moving rhythmically, sucking hard, one
hand circling the shaft to stroke in time with his mouth. Faster,
faster, then...
"No!" And Obi-Wan was physically pulled away, his head swirling in a
brief sensation of vertigo until he felt something hard against his
back and realized that Qui-Gon had lifted him onto the table,
scattering the cards everywhere. And then all conscious thought
deserted him as Qui-Gon's mouth descended on his own, ravaging his
lips before moving downward to bite one dark brown nipple. Obi-Wan
yelped in surprise but that mouth was already soothing the pain that
it had caused, sucking and licking the hard nub.
"Master," Obi-Wan panted, struggling to remember what it was he had
to say. When that hot mouth engulfed his rigid cock he nearly gave
up, groaning at the sensation of wet heat around his erection. Still
the thought nagged at him and as Qui-Gon slid his hands under his
Obi-Wan's slim hips, lifting him slightly Obi-Wan remembered.
"I...I'm supposed..to..to...pay...you," he managed to pant out.
Qui-Gon pulled back, raising his eyes to meet Obi-Wan's and the
younger man nearly came then and there at the burning lust in the
Master Jedi's eyes. He frantically grabbed at the frayed edges of
his control and almost lost it again when Qui-Gon gave him a
positively wicked smile.
"That's right, you are." The hands on Obi-Wan's hips pulled him to
the edge of the table, lifting his legs as Qui-Gon settled between
them, still fully dressed. He felt Qui- Gon's cock, still wet with
saliva, snubbed up at the entrance of his body, seeking, and Obi-Wan
tensed.
Instantly the other man stopped, soothed Obi-Wan with soft touches
and kisses, a marked contrast to his earlier fierceness.
One hand drifted down to stroke Obi-Wan's cock with airy touches
that almost weren't there, a finger tracing down the shaft. Obi-Wan
made a soft sound and arched into the touch, his tension easing and
again he could feel the heavy pressure against his resisting flesh
but this time it didn't stop. The thickness pierced his body and
Obi-Wan cried out. He felt the other man freeze, felt him start to
retreat.
"NO! Don't stop, please, oh, don't stop, don't stop." The words
became a chant as he tightened his legs around his master, trying to
force him deeper. Qui-Gon took a deep breath that Obi-Wan felt
within himself and continued pushing inside.
Obi-Wan struggled to control his breathing, forcing his muscles to
relax, to accept. It burned, hurt, but he wanted this, needed it
more than he had thought possible. He relaxed and they both gasped
as Qui-Gon slid abruptly in to the hilt, filling Obi-Wan deeply.
They rested like that, both trembling with effort as Qui- Gon
struggled to wait, to allow Obi-Wan to adjust to his invasion.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes, trying for some measure of control but the
moment he would have achieved it, it was ripped from his grasp as
Obi-Wan tightened his inner muscles around Qui-Gon's cock, silently
pleading for him to continue.
His body took over then, moving inside the tight channel that
surrounded him, slowly at first and then with some force. He slid
his hands under Obi-Wan's hips, lifting him up to better the angle,
almost whimpering as he slid even deeper inside.
Obi-Wan was lost in fog of heat and sensation, the pain of Qui-Gon's
entry burned away by ecstasy. Each deep lunge into his body touched
a spot inside him that caused a flare of pleasure before that cock
retreated and the cycle began again. The hands on his hips
tightened, digging bruise deep into his flesh but he hardly noticed,
all he wanted was more, deeper, more.
One of Qui-Gon's hands finally snaked between their joined bodies
and captured Obi-Wan's cock, squeezing hard and Obi- Wan shattered
into a millions pieces. All unconsciously, his mind reached out to
the source of his rapture, wound strands of the Force around and
between them. Through his haze of pleasure Obi-Wan felt/heard
Qui-Gon's startled gasp and then his near scream as he tumble off
the edge into orgasm and collapsed into his Padawan's waiting arms.
They held each other tightly, breathing harshly as the aftershocks
shook them both. Finally, their trembling eased and Qui-Gon pulled
gently out of Obi-Wan's body, causing the younger man to moan at the
shiver of pleasure that rippled through him.
"How did you do that?"
Obi-Wan frowned at the question and dared to open one eye and look
up at his master. His face was glistening with sweat and he was
still breathing heavily but it was the stern expression on his face
that sent a chill through Obi- Wan. Had he done something wrong? The
thought that he had somehow disappointed his master nearly brought
tears to his eyes but even as the thought formed it was soothed away
by a mental caress. He reveled in that soft touch even as it
startled him and he stared at his master with widening eyes.
"That was what I was referring to," Qui-Gon said dryly, but a smile
softened the words. "Didn't you feel it? You bonded us together. And
that takes some effort for a master to do, much less a padawan."
Obi-Wan was shocked to his very core. -He- had done that? He
remembered then, reaching out to his master and...his cheeks flamed
in embarrassment. "I...I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to...is it
permanent?" he finally asked, timidly, trying to conceal the
tightening inside him as his heart clung to the hope that it -was-
and that this might be permanent as well.
"It doesn't have to be," Obi-Wan's hopes plummeted even as Qui-Gon
continued, "But it can be. If that's what you want." The brilliance
that shone in Obi-Wan's eyes answered Qui-Gon's question with more
truth than words ever could. He leaned down and kissed the young man
tenderly, letting him feel all the pent-up love he'd been carrying
for so long, even as Obi-Wan opened to him.
Reluctantly they pulled back, both becoming aware of the discomfort
of their surroundings. Obi-Wan hopped off the table and rubbed his
aching back. A snort of laughter came from behind him and he felt a
soft touch on his back.
Qui-Gon plucked off the card that was clinging to his lover's sweaty
back, looked at it with great amusement before flipping it over to
show his Padawan. The ace of hearts. And then his laughter dimmed as
Obi-Wan wrapped around him like a vine, stripping away his clothes
even as he pulled the older Jedi to the floor. Qui-Gon's last
thoughts before he was overwhelmed by desire were amused. Who would
have known that those late night poker games with Yoda and Mace
would come in so handy?
-finis-
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