A Wicked Intention

by Keelywolfe

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-

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