Night came, falling like a swath of dark cloth over the trees and
shrubs and the forest came alive with sounds. The chirruping call of
beetles, the huffing groans a large animal stirring, leaving its den
to seek out food. A high shrieking cackle, a bird, echoing in the
distance, accompanied by another shriek, continuing briefly in a
call and response before fading off. The triple moons cast a
diffused glow over the canyon as they rose, casting the woods in a
vague silhouette of illusionary trees, shadows mingling with the
real vegetation.
A figure ran silently through those shadows, hiding in the
concealing darkness. His boots made no sound on the dead leaves that
carpeted the ground, no twigs cracked under his light-footed
strides. Obi-Wan Kenobi paused behind a large stone, struggling to
catch his breath and listen at the same time. The soft chirp of
insects, a whispering breeze rustling the tree branches. Nothing
else. Not that it mattered. He knew it was there.
A shiver trickled down his spine, cold as melting snow and he
forcibly quelled it. He couldn't afford fear, couldn't afford
anything but calm.
He tested his mental shields; there could be no breaks, no chinks in
his armor or he would be discovered. The Force was useless to him at
the moment, if he tried to use it to seek out his enemy he would be
discovered. The image that thought brought to mind made him shudder
and again he stifled the rush of emotion. The flip side of the coin
was that his adversary couldn't use it either.
Absently wiping sweat from his face with his sleeve, he looked at
the woods around him, mentally searching for an escape route. He
couldn't stay here much longer, every moment he hesitated made him
more vulnerable, allowed his pursuer precious time.
There, a small stream only a few paces away. Go in, run downstream
about a kilometer to wipe out his tracks and he might have a chance.
The only danger was getting to the water. It was a clear shot all
the way from where he was crouched, no brush or trees for cover.
He'd have to be quick then, no chance for another plan. He was fast
running out of time.
Again, he listened. Birds, insects, wind, nothing more. His muscles
tighten in anticipation of the lunge and he settled his weight
forward, onto the balls of his toes. And a large hand firmly cupped
his ass, squeezing hard.
He stifled a highly unjedi-like shriek of surprise, twirling
awkwardly and, off-balance, landed hard on the offended part of his
anatomy. His Master sat calmly on the ground behind him, a smile
twitching the corners of his mouth upward.
Obi-Wan fell heavily back on the ground with his heart trying to
pound its way through his ribcage. Finally, after he'd achieved some
measure of calm he sat back up to face his Master.
"How do you do that!" he exploded, words of grudging congratulations
fading at the sight of the vaguely smug look in Qui-Gon's eyes. He
shot to his feet and paced restlessly, nearly slipping on the
scattered leaves underfoot. He whirled on his Master again. "I was
perfectly shielded, I checked. I had a head start, I was completely
silent this time!" He ticked these off on his fingers, pausing at
the third. Qui- Gon hadn't said a word, but his apprentice could
feel the Jedi Master's growing amusement at his Padawan's
frustration.
With a violent exhalation, Obi-Wan flopped back to the ground. "How
did you find me?" he asked in a much calmer, resigned, tone.
"Padawan, part of the lesson is for you to discover how I am finding
you." He shook his head as he felt Obi-Wan's sharp burst of
annoyance. "I would not be doing you a favor by telling you, you
must discover it on your own. Now," he continued, his smile turning
predatory as he let his gaze drift over the younger man, "I do
believe you owe me a forfeit."
Obi-Wan sent him another dark look. "One of these times, you are
going to be the one paying," he muttered, tugging off his boots
before shrugging out of his over-tunic.
Watching his apprentice strip, exposing golden skin and firm muscles
to his avid gaze, Qui-Gon chuckled belatedly at the comment. He
caught Obi-Wan's wrist and pulled him, still half-clothed, into his
lap. "I look forward to it," he whispered roughly against the soft
shell of Obi-Wan's ear and the younger man shivered.
"As do I," he replied, trailing kisses over the other man's cheeks,
lightly tugging on the short hairs of Qui-Gon's beard with his lips
before finally kissing him. Obi-Wan teased his master, running his
tongue over the ticklish roof of his mouth and then pulling back,
tracing Qui-Gon's lips.
Qui-Gon leaned back against the boulder with a sigh, allowing his
Padawan to straddle him as they kissed. Nimble fingers tripped down
his body to unfasten his belt and his tunic fell open. Those slim
fingers caressed the newly revealed skin deftly, lightly pinching
the dark hued nipples that harden into tight nubs at his touch.
Qui-Gon let out a shuddering breath against Obi-Wan's lips as those
fingers trailed lower, dipping in his navel before continuing
downward to pause at the waistband of Qui-Gon's pants. He stroked
the hardness that bloomed there through the thin fabric before
impatience overwhelmed them both.
It was awkward, struggling out of their obstructing clothing while
still kissing and touching, neither wanting to relinquish their hold
on the other long enough to undress properly. Obi-Wan managed to
push Qui- Gon's pants to his knees before being hampered by the
other man's boots and deciding it was good enough.
Obi-Wan pulled himself forcibly from Qui-Gon's embrace sliding
downward, leaving a damp trail with his tongue on his master's skin
until he finally came to the erection that the pants had been
concealing.
Qui-Gon stifled the groan that welled in him as Obi-Wan ran his
tongue up the stiff length of the older Jedi's cock but no amount of
control could have held back his gasp as that greedy mouth encased
his cock in tight, wet heat. He raised his hands to Obi-Wan's head,
guiding him and the younger man allowed it, moving as those hands
indicated, relaxing his throat to take that pulsing rod deep inside.
Obi-Wan cupped the soft sac underneath, lightly squeezing. His other
hand curved around Qui-Gon's body and underneath, sliding between
the smoothly muscled globes to tease the small opening there.
The forest around them faded away, the nighttime sounds overshadowed
by soft moans and desperate gasps for breath. The hands on Obi-Wan's
head tightened in warning and Obi-Wan went down as far as he could,
forcing back his gag reflex to let the head of that cock brush the
back of his throat.
"Ah!"
Hot, slippery fluid spilled out onto the stroking pad of Obi-Wan's
tongue and he savored it for a moment, the bitter salt of it, before
swallowing, gently releasing the soften cock from his mouth. He
pressed a light kiss to the tip and Qui-Gon let out a contended
murmur at the touch. The Jedi Master was practically sprawled
against the boulder, his pale skin gleaming like ivory in the dim
moonlight.
One deep blue eye finally slit open and focused on the young man
waiting expectantly before him. Qui-Gon sighed and the eye shut
again. "Don't wait on my account," Qui-Gon murmured.
Obi-Wan made a disgusted sound and moved to sit next to his master,
leaning against the boulder, before wrapping a hand around his
neglected erection. Next time, he thought as he stroked himself,
arching into the tight clasp of his hand. Next time -I'll- be the
one who wins, next time he'll be kneeling in front of me.
He let that picture warm him, Qui-Gon, strong, beautiful, in front
of him, the master kneeling before the apprentice. He could almost
feel the heat of that mouth on him, the long strands of that silky
hair tickling his thighs as Qui-Gon paid his forfeit by taking his
padawan's cock deep in his mouth.
Lost in his fantasy he didn't notice Qui-Gon shifting next to him
until a large callused hand slid over his own, squeezing the shaft
tighter while his thumb rubbed circles over the exposed tip. Obi-Wan's
eyes flew open in startled amazement, Qui-Gon wasn't supposed to...
"Ooooh," he moaned, helplessly arching upward as Qui-Gon leaned to
run his tongue over the velvety head. That flick of pressure, wet
and soft and totally unexpected, pushed Obi-Wan over the edge and he
came just as Qui-Gon pulled back, spurting his seed over their
combined hands.
He rested his face against the smooth coolness of the rock behind
him, his harsh breathing leveling out before he dared to open his
eyes. Qui- Gon had already moved away and was dressing but he
stopped when he felt Obi-Wan's gaze on him, saw the question in
those gray depths. Why?
Qui-Gon shrugged, a smile teasing the corner of his mouth. Why not?
Obi-wan snorted softly and, somewhat shakily, got to his feet and
started dressing. "Enjoy it while you can. I -am- going to win next
time."
"Of course you will, Padawan," Qui-Gon replied agreeably, carefully
prying the tiny beacon off the bottom of Obi-Wan's boot while the
younger man's back was turned. He stashed it quickly in a
compartment on his belt with the homing device, and when Obi-Wan
turned back he was a perfect picture of innocence. He smiled sweetly
at the still somewhat disgruntled young man. "Of course you will."
-finis-
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