One foot in front of the other, that's it.
Just keep going...almost there... Qui-Gon Jinn was nearly
staggering from exhaustion as he made his way down the corridor to
his quarters.
Bad enough that he'd hardly gotten any sleep at all on his last
mission. The people of Puuja had certainly picked a poor time to
decide to work together, blaming the Jedi master and his Padawan for
the difficulties on their planet. Nearly a week of hiding out before
a distress call could be sent had taken its toll. And then, barely
out of the rickety ship that had brought them back to Coruscant,
Yoda had demanded a full account of the happenings.
Hours later he was finally allowed to go to his quarters. Yoda had
dismissed him with a mixture of fondness and exasperation, declaring
him useless until he'd had some sleep. He hadn't needed to be told
twice.
Finally arriving at his quarters, (and when had the hallways gotten
so much longer, he wondered) he keyed open the door to be greeted by
the sight of his Padawan, curled up on the sofa in the main room,
asleep.
Some of his weariness melted away at the sight. The young man was
still damp from the shower, wearing only thin sleep pants and an
undertunic, and was lying on his side, his knees pulled up. The
lines of tiredness that had creased Obi-Wan's face for the past week
had eased in his slumber.
A wave of love and warmth stirred within him at scene before him,
for the young man who looked so beautiful and at peace. Something
else stirred as well. Sleep wasn't the only thing he'd been missing
the past week.
Well. Not as tired as he'd thought.
Feeling only the slightest twinge of guilt for what he was about to
do, he crossed over to the sofa silently, so as not to wake its
slumbering occupant.
He settled himself on the floor next to it, studied the young man a
moment longer. His hair was damp, the long braid trailed down his
cheek to dangle off his chest. The thin pants were stretched tight
over Obi- Wan's backside by his position, half-way to a fetal curl.
His bare feet were crossed over each other, as if to ward off a
chill.
He turned his attention to those feet, lifting a hand to trail a
finger very lightly down the bottom of one. The toes curled slight,
the foot twitched.
Very lightly, he repeated the gesture. Again, the toes curled and
this time the other foot moved to itch away the tickle. A moment
later they relaxed again.
Abandoning the feet, Qui-Gon moved upward, picking of the damp
braid. He toyed with it for a moment before brushing the end lightly
over Obi- Wan's face. His face scrunched up and Qui-Gon pulled back,
waiting. Again, the younger man relaxed back into sleep. Qui-Gon
lifted the braid again, this time stroking it under Obi-Wan's nose.
He narrowly avoided getting smacked in the nose himself as one of
Obi- Wan's hands raised and feebly tried to push away the source of
his torment. He made a soft, disgruntled noise and shifted onto his
back, sighing as he sank back down into sleep.
His shirt gaped open at the movement, baring his chest to Qui-Gon's
avid gaze. Time spent under the suns of a few dozen worlds had
gilded Obi-Wan's fair skin and Qui-Gon's eyes drank in the sight of
it. Still holding the long braid, he lightly dusted the tail over
the copper nipples, watched as the tiny nubs peaked and hardened.
Obi-Wan murmured again, this time in contentment, and something very
warm surged to life and was pressing against the front of his pants.
Dropping the braid, Qui-Gon slid his fingers down Obi-Wan's chest,
barely touching. He lightly stroked the younger man's belly and
Obi-Wan shifted restlessly, still not waking.
One finger drifted down the curve of the erection that was visible
beneath the thin pants. Faint, barely perceptible arching of hips at
that. Again, and this time the arching was accompanied by a soft
moan. Qui-Gon pulled back, letting his Padawan settle into sleep
again and then, with just the tips of his fingers, he delicately
unfastened the pants, freeing Obi-Wan's eager erection.
He steadied it between his thumb and forefinger, keeping one eye
warily on Obi-Wan's face as he very lightly licked the tip, tasting
the bitter salt fluid that was pooling there. A murmur, a shifting
of hips but that was all. Qui-Gon leaned in further, running his
tongue up the sensitive underside from root to crown before swirling
it over the velvety head.
A sound of near distress and Obi-Wan's lashes fluttered. Qui-Gon
froze, holding perfectly still until his apprentice quieted yet
again. This time he leaned forward and took Obi-Wan's cock deeply
into his mouth, sucking hard.
Obi-Wan's eyes flew open and he let out a startled shout, his hands
grabbing at Qui-Gon's head roughly in his shock. Qui-Gon ignored it,
ignored the sharp pulling of fingers in his hair. Instead, he took
Obi- Wan deeper, swallowing against the hard shaft and Obi-Wan cried
out again, thrusting upward, digging his fingers into Qui-Gon's
scalp to hold him still as he arched once, twice and then came with
a helpless shudder.
Qui-Gon swallowed quickly, struggling not to choke on the sudden
rush of fluid but refusing to let go of Obi-Wan just yet. He suckled
very gently on the softening member between his lips, stroking
lightly with his tongue until Obi-Wan was completely clean and only
then did he release him. He looked up at his Padawan and was met by
a very sleepy, very warm and very sated eyes.
A languid hand reached out and caught the front of Qui-Gon's tunic
and he allowed himself to be tugged forward, until Obi-Wan could
kiss him without having to move.
Qui-Gon's lips were met by Obi-Wan's, a soft tongue darting out to
taste himself on his master's lips. The kiss deepened until they
were both stroking the other's mouth with long, lazy sweeps of the
tongue. Qui-Gon pulled back, finally, looking at his drowsy lover
with some amusement. Obi-Wan stifled a yawn and snuggled closer to
his master.
"What was that for?" Obi-Wan asked sleepily. Qui-Gon chuckled almost
silently.
"I just wanted to see what it would take to wake you up," he
whispered against his Padawan's ear. Obi-Wan went still, fatigue
leaving him as he peered up into his master's face. He pursed his
lips, considering.
"Well, as long as I'm up..." and he captured Qui-Gon's lips in a
fierce kiss before pulling him physically onto the sofa, intent on
proving just how awake he was.
-finis-
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