Another Calian Night

by Glimmer Girl (medea207@yahoo.com)

Rating: NC-17

Category: PWP

Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan

Warnings: none

Spoilers: none

Summary: Another hot night on a hot planet.

Archive: M_A, OKEB, anyone else, please ask.

Disclaimer: The SW universe is the property of GL.

Notes: Thanks to Claire and Jen for beta.

Feedback: Sure! On or off list.

Obi-Wan walked back into the small cabin slowly. The modest living quarters assigned to him and Qui-Gon, which had been suffocatingly hot when they arrived last night on Calia, looked blessedly cool this evening. Even though the light of the suns had faded with the approach of twilight, their heat remained as scarlet and purple streaked the skies. Obi-Wan had spent a good portion of the day examining the construction site of a military base, but the fatigue that crept through his limbs felt as if he had spent it assisting the builders. Cooling himself off using the Force had worked to some extent. But even lowering his body temperature and shielding against dehydration had not protected him completely from the heat. The climate on Calia had managed to overwhelm him, despite all the prep work he had done before he and Qui-Gon had traveled to the relatively unknown Mid-Rim planet. The files in the Temple library had informed Obi-Wan that Calia had a hot, humid climate that, although slightly uncomfortable, was safe and even pleasant for most humanoid species. They had, however, neglected to tell him spending more than an hour in the heat of the tiny planet's three suns would sap him of all energy, parch his nose and throat and make sweat drip down the rest of his body. With a sigh of relief, Obi-Wan stepped into the cooler shadows of the dimly lit cabin.

"Padawan." Qui-Gon looked up from the makeshift communit, raising an eyebrow as Obi-Wan threw his sweaty tunic onto a chair. "I take it you had a less than enjoyable time at the construction site?"

"The Temple needs to update its records," Obi-Wan grumbled, "the library files made it sound as if we were being sent to a resort planet. Minus the resort town, of course."

"That, I believe, is part of the reason why we're here."

"To prevent future generations of Jedi from choosing delightful Calia as their vacation spot?"

"Something like that."

Obi-Wan shook his head, muttered 'delightful Calia' to himself and went to get a glass of water from the cooling unit. If there was one thing on Calia more plentiful than heat, it was water. A thick fog hung in the air every morning, dissipated by early afternoon, and revisited the planet in the form of violent thunderstorms a few hours later. Finding water on Calia wasn't a problem; keeping it cool, however, was a different story. The few drinks he had gotten earlier that day were tepid at best. Even the glass felt cool and refreshing against Obi-Wan's hands. He pressed it to his forehead, then neck, taking care not to spill out the precious cold water. One drop of condensation fell from the glass onto his bare chest, tracing a cold, shivering path over the warm skin until it, too, absorbed the heat and became indistinguishable from his sweat.

"Have I received any messages, Master?" Obi-Wan joined Qui-Gon at the communit. He took a long drink, relishing the wash of cold over his senses, before placing the container next to Qui-Gon's hand. "Here, finish it. You must be warm, too, Qui-Gon."

"Thank you, and no, no messages, Obi-Wan."

"Good. No messages to answer then."

Qui-Gon nodded and turned his attention back to the screen. He continued to read through the senate newsfeeds, sipping the water and occasionally sharing a comment with Obi-Wan. The heat didn't seem to have the same exhausting effect on his master, but Obi-Wan knew the weather affected Qui-Gon as well. Stripped down to his trousers, bare feet rubbing together as he read, Qui-Gon had already attempted to cool off after a day in the Calian sun. Obi-Wan watched him drink down the water and smiled as a brief look of relief crossed Qui-Gon's face. It had been too hot for them to make love this morning and the press of duty had separated them as soon as the suns had risen. But now they had time. And, Obi-Wan mused, enough water for a very long shower.

Leaning over Qui-Gon's shoulder as if to read, Obi-Wan felt the warmth of his skin, the blood heat that radiated from it a little more intensely than it did on Coruscant. His master had pulled all his hair back, but a few strands escaped the tie and clung damply to Qui-Gon's neck. The soft, fine hairs at the temple were smoothed back, too, and Obi-Wan could imagine the path a sweat drop had taken, slipping down Qui-Gon's cheekbone to his jaw and finally disappearing in his beard. Coming closer, Obi-Wan let the skin of his chest touch Qui-Gon's bare shoulder. Warm, yes, but much different from the stifling air. The blood in Obi-Wan's fingertips tingled as he felt the first hint of arousal. He gently rubbed his chest against the smooth skin of Qui-Gon's back.

"Obi?" Qui-Gon turned around part way. His eyes sparked with the curiosity Obi-Wan knew he was trying to cover with his voice.

"It's so hot tonight." Obi-Wan murmured. He brushed his hand over Qui-Gon's arm down to the wrist, where Obi-Wan gently lifted Qui-Gon's fingers from the keypad and tangled them with his own. Qui-Gon's thumb moved over his and massaged it lightly and his master's eyes left the screen.

"Not really."

"No? Not too hot?" The clean taste of sweat lingered on Obi-Wan's lips as he breathed the words against Qui-Gon's temple. His cock twitched as Qui-Gon groaned softly and leaned closer. "Just another Calian night, Master?" Qui-Gon's skin was so near to his lips that the words he spoke were barely voiced, turning Obi-Wan's pronunciation of 'master' into a silent kiss.

Instead of waiting for an answer, Obi-Wan touched his lips to Qui-Gon's temple and slid them down until he could whisper in Qui-Gon's ear. He kissed Qui-Gon quietly, tamping down his own growing arousal to keep his voice even. "I think it's getting very hot. Can you feel it?" Desire shivered over their bond, hot and cold in one instant. Obi-Wan squeezed Qui-Gon's hand tightly and let the wave of want pass over him. He closed his eyes and rose slowly as Qui-Gon stood up from the chair. When he opened them, Qui-Gon stood inches from him.

"You're hot?" Qui-Gon asked in a low voice. His free hand stroked Obi-Wan's shoulder, the fingertips cold from the glass of water he had been holding.

Obi-Wan suppressed a shiver as the cold skirted over his chest. "It's everywhere," he gasped, "you don't feel it?"

"No, but I feel you." Qui-Gon brought their joined hands to his mouth as if to kiss the back of Obi-Wan's, but only exhaled over it through parted lips. "And that makes me more than hot."

Heat stronger than the suns now raced through Obi-Wan. Heart pounding in his chest, sweat trickling over his scalp and down his back, erection pressing against the material of his trousers, the heat urged him closer to Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan wanted. He wanted the taste of skin, the feel of breath, the scent of arousal and the sound of lovemaking. All of it in one movement and many movements, kissing and loving and touching and being, reenacted over and over again until the heat was expelled from his body. Reaching up, Obi-Wan clasped his hands behind Qui-Gon's neck and drew their foreheads together.

"Love me."

"Always." Qui-Gon kissed him hard on the lips, a closed mouth and fierce kiss that softened after a few long seconds. He pulled away, then kissed the corners of Obi-Wan's mouth.

Obi-Wan tugged Qui-Gon along as he crossed the room to the 'fresher. The tiny cubicle was the only other room in their quarters, separated from the rest of the cabin by a thin curtain. Qui-Gon paused by the doorway and slid his hair out of the tie. Obi-Wan stretched his arm up and combed his fingers through the slightly damp tangle of hair. It was soft and heavy against the back of his hand as he petted sweat moist skin and fingered the curve of smooth collarbone. Desire coiled tightly in the pit of his stomach, making him hard and yearning to touch and be touched.

The ache was familiar and sweet. Obi-Wan enjoyed every moment of waiting for fulfillment, but this light kissing and gentle caressing was making the wait too long for him. When his erection nudged against Qui-Gon's thigh, he threw his head back with a groan. Oh, gods, he needed more. More heat between them, more pain, more pleasure, more Qui-Gon. He hurriedly stripped off his trousers and brought Qui-Gon's hand to his groin.

"You can't just stand there, Qui-Gon, half-naked, aroused, with sweat glistening on your chest, and not touch me."

The pressure on his cock increased a little more and Obi-Wan's breath came a little faster. It left as soon as his hips jerked forward, leaving him nothing to thrust into. Qui-Gon's palm returned, flat against his thigh, and urged him to turn and walk into the 'fresher. Only because he could hear his lover's breath directly behind him did Obi-Wan obey.

A spray of cool water -- the coldest the tap went -- hit Obi-Wan in the chest as soon as he turned on the shower. He let it run down the front of his body and wash away the grit that had collected during the daytime hours. Relief gushed over him as the sweat and dirt disappeared down the drain, leaving only the tantalizing touch of clean, cool water. Qui-Gon stepped into the shower behind him and wrapped one arm around his waist. He carefully untangled Obi-Wan's braid as he kissed the back of his neck. A myriad of sensations hit Obi-Wan at once. The thousands of tiny water droplets beating against his skin, the slow, gentle suction of Qui-Gon's mouth on his neck, the tickling of Qui-Gon's fingers as they fumbled over his chest to find the wet strands of hair clinging there, the hard, full erection that throbbed against his ass. As soon as Qui-Gon finished with his braid, Obi-Wan turned in his arms. He wanted the water falling all over his body just as much as he needed Qui-Gon's touch there.

Obi-Wan stood back from Qui-Gon to allow the water to rain down on both of them. Rivulets snaked down from Qui-Gon's hair, twisting over his shoulders and broad chest and down to his hips and groin. The low light in the 'fresher made his eyes look dark, the water blurring their brightness and the sharpness of his features. Obi-Wan slid his palms down Qui-Gon's chest and brought his lips to its center. Water flowed over his mouth, leaking between his lips as he licked and kissed. He tasted the salt of his own sweat as the water washed it from his hair, and the sweet, funny taste of the soap Qui-Gon had used earlier. Rubbing his lips over one nipple, he heard Qui-Gon groan loudly. Obi-Wan kissed once, then twice, and stroked Qui-Gon's hips lightly before he felt Qui-Gon grab his ass and urge him up.

Wet, slippery skin glided against skin and tongue against tongue as they kissed roughly. Qui-Gon's mouth covered his urgently. There was water all over his face now, tangling his eyelashes and getting up his nose as he breathed and kissed at the same time. Qui-Gon's breath, like his own, came loudly and harshly, with unvoiced sounds of need. Obi-Wan felt cold, as the water slithered down the back of his legs and a mild evening breeze moved through the room. But then hot again, as Qui-Gon crushed him closer. Qui-Gon's cock prodded him in the stomach and he slipped a hand between them to fondle it. The sound of water pounding against his skin, or no, was it Qui-Gon's skin? Yes, there was pounding, water and the rhythm of blood in his veins.

Obi-Wan took his mouth from Qui-Gon's. Panting, he turned his head as Qui-Gon indiscriminately kissed him on the cheek, jawbone, nose. His hands squeezed Obi-Wan's ass tightly, then fell away. The kisses stopped when Qui-Gon growled, a low sound as he slid his lips over Obi-Wan's ear. Obi-Wan ran his fingers down the length of Qui-Gon's erection and cupped his balls. Desire, sharp and thrilling, pulsed between them. Qui-Gon looked at him, whispered his name, and licked the water from his lips.

With a nod, Obi-Wan turned around. This urge, this need to be together, was both distinct and shared. He felt it inside himself, the warm glow of lust and the hunger for completion. But beyond that, there was love, and the pleasure he gave and shared with his lover. Staring down at the swirling water, Obi-Wan braced himself against the tile wall of the 'fresher and let out an uncontrolled moan. Qui-Gon slipped a finger down his spine, and leaned over to kiss his shoulder as he pushed it inside him.

A slick hand around his erection, the swirl of water at his feet, and a short moment of emptiness followed by the wonderful fullness of Qui-Gon inside him. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and saw the hot orange Calian sun light, the color of his desire. It was the Force, a whirlpool, an unbearable heat, sweat and blood and cold water, and Qui-Gon. He held onto the moment for as long as he could, Qui-Gon thrusting into him, fisting his erection, breaking the rhythm as he came inside Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan wanted a few seconds more to enjoy the moment. But a few seconds were too many and he could feel it slipping away along with his control. The moment was just as sweet and perfect when he let it go and climaxed.

It was completely dark by the time Obi-Wan got into bed and pulled a sheet over himself and Qui-Gon. The night air was warm, a delicate breeze wafting through the open windows and bringing the soft night sounds with it. Obi-Wan carded his fingers through Qui-Gon's hair.

"It's still a bit wet."

"That's all right. It's dry enough." Qui-Gon raised his head to kiss Obi-Wan on the lips. "Night, love."

"Good night." Obi-Wan lay still, the night air and his lover's breath tickling his skin.

"Qui?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are the nights always this hot on Calia?"

"Oh, yes."

With a smile and a thought that looked forward to the coming nights, Obi-Wan relaxed into Qui-Gon's arms. "Good."

FINIS