Disclaimer: They're not mine (pout!), the amazing George Lucas
owns 'em and I'm just playing with his toys. I promise to play
nice and put 'em back when I'm done. :)
Authors Note: Thank you to the folks who said nice things about
Another Sleepless Night. Ya' made me all warm and happy inside.
Kudos & Chocolate Covered Jedi's for you all! And a
very special thank you to Juli for suggesting the title
(and the gentle nudging to make the story longer).
As Qui-Gon waited for his Padawan to return, he felt like a
young man in his twenties again as he contemplated how best to
begin. He knew that he would have to make the first move, to
forge the new path for their relationship. Obi-Wan was fearful
of rejection, of causing a rift the bond they shared. Qui-Gon
knew these fears all too well, for only an hour before he had
felt the same way, but that had all changed. He now knew that
his Padawan returned his feelings and his heart soared with
joy.
As the door to the quarters Obi-Wan was currently sharing with
his Master whooshed open, he sighed. It had taken quite a bit
of meditation, but he finally felt in control of his emotions
again. Maybe he would get some sleep on this night after all.
Any thoughts of emotional control were lost when his eyes
settled on the bed. Qui-Gon had rolled to his stomach while
Obi-Wan was gone and in the process the thin blanket,
previously covering him had fallen away, leaving his nakedness
exposed to his Padawan's now hungry gaze.
Obi-Wan felt as if he couldn't breath as he drank in the vision
that lie before him. Surely only the Gods could have created
such a beautiful creature. Qui-Gon's hair was loose and flowed
over the pillow and across his strong shoulders. The broad
expanse of his back slimmed at the waist giving way to the
gentle slope of his buttocks. His long, muscular legs seemed to
stretch on forever and beckoned to Obi-Wan, cried out to him to
smooth his hands along the taught skin, to plant warm kisses in
the vee behind each knee.
With a strangled cry on his lips, Obi-Wan tore his eyes from
the feast before him and hurried into the bathroom to changed
into his sleep pants. Leaning against the wall, he lightly
thumped his head on the cold tile. /Think calming thoughts,
think calming thought, think calming thoughts. / He chanted
over and over in his head as if the mantra would actually
dispel the image of the nakedness that was burned into his
brain.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes and they settled on the shower. Yes!
That was it, a shower. A nice, long, cold shower. Then he would
turn the lights off and hurry in to bed without looking at his
Master's most delicious body. He wouldn't have to see the
strong arms that he longed to be wrapped up in or the strong
hands that he wished would roam his body with a lover's touch.
Shaking his head to dispel the images he was creating Obi-Wan
quickly started the shower, removed his clothes and hopped in
under the icy drops.
Qui-Gon rolled over and sat up. This was going much better then
he'd planned. Obi-Wan had been caught so off guard by his
nakedness he didn't even have to try and mask himself. Now, his
aroused young Padawan was in the shower trying in vain to calm
his raging body.
In the shower, a very cold, yet still very aroused Obi-Wan
decided to change tactics. The cold water was doing nothing to
ease the ache between his legs. He needed to find release and
soon. Spying the tube of herbal scented liquid soap, he
squeezed a large amount into his hand and then lathered it onto
his aching hardness. As he stroked his length up and down, he
braced himself against the wall of the shower with his other
hand.
Closing his eyes, he imagined that it was Qui-Gon who stroked
his length. His strong firm hand alternating the pressure as
his other hand gently cupped and massaged Obi-Wan's sac. Then
that hand would be replaced and he would cry out for joy, as
his Master would take his length into his hot mouth.
In the other room, the ripples of desire his Padawan was
unknowingly transmitting through the force over whelmed
Qui-Gon. He too felt an overwhelming need for release and
mimicked Obi-Wan's stokes on his own member. With a great spark
of energy in the force, both Master and Apprentice came,
spilling their seed simultaneously.
After a few seconds of recovery, Qui-Gon got a mischievous
glint to his eye and headed for the bathroom to clean his hand
off and surprise his student.
Obi-Wan leaned against the wall, calming his breathing and
gathering his wits. He was cold as a Hoth night, but he felt
more centered and in control. As he expelled one last calming
breath and rinsed the last telltale signs of his release away,
he felt his Masters presence just moments before he heard his
voice.
"Padawan, are you about through? You're going to look like a
drowned swamp rat if you don't get out soon." Then almost
without pause and fighting to keep his tone neutral, he added,
"What have you been doing in here so long?"
Obi-Wan's eyes grew large /Does he know? / He quickly replied
"Nothing." His voice cracked as he said the word and it was all
Qui-Gon could do not to laugh and pull his Padawan into his
arms and kiss his anxieties away.
Turning off the water and stepping out of the stall, Obi-Wan
could not meet his Masters gaze. He quietly grabbed a towel and
began to dry himself. Qui-Gon slipped past him and
accidentally brushed his hip against his Padawan's back.
The contact made both men gasp as hot skin met cold.
Adjusting the water temperature, Qui-Gon stepped into the warm
spray and looked sideways at his Padawan. Obi-Wan was almost
dry and he was just about ready to bolt from the room. /"Well
that just won't do."/ Qui-Gon thought to himself.
"Padawan?" he asked gently.
Obi-Wan looked over quickly, then diverting his eyes replied
"Master?"
"I require your assistance, Padawan."
"Are you all right, Master?" Concern filled his voice as he
spoke.
"Yes, Padawan, I am fine. I just am a bit sore from the fight
with the Sith." At Obi-Wan's confused look, he added, "Would
you help me wash my back? I am feeling quite grimy."
Obi-Wan thought he saw a glint of mischief in his Master's
eyes, but he must have imagined it. With a resigned sigh, he
dropped his towel and stepped into the stall behind his secret
desire. Summoning all his strength to keep his emotions and
physical reaction to Qui-Gon's nearness in check, Obi-Wan once
again reached for the tube of herbal scented liquid soap. He
poured a generous amount in his hand and then began to smooth
it over Qui-Gon's back.
As Obi-Wan worked, he lost himself to the sensations. His
Master's smooth skin slid under his hands, the skin silky and
soft over the firmness of his rippling muscles. He wished that
he could press his body against the elder Jedi's, wrap his arms
around his firm body and profess his love, his longing. He
imagined for a moment that his Master returned his feelings and
was trying to seduce him. /"If only..."/ Obi-Wan groaned to
himself.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes and reveled in his Padawan's gentle
touch. He could feel the trembling of Obi-Wan's hands as they
lovingly skimmed his body but made no mention of the fact. Too
soon, Obi-Wan finished his task and quickly excused himself
from the room. Qui-Gon could hardly suppress a laugh as his
young apprentice practically ran from the room. He would give
Obi-Wan a few minutes to compose himself before he continued
his sensual assault.
Obi-Wan dried himself quickly and pulled on his sleep pants in
the grim hope that the thin material might actually conceal his
aroused state. It did not. Hearing his Master turn off the
shower, he dove for the bed, hoping that he would be able to
feign sleep. Cursing to himself for not being able to better
control his traitorous body and thoughts, he tried to clear his
mind, tried to still it, but it was futile. His only hope now
would be to wait for Qui-Gon to get in bed and then make an
excuse to get out of the room again.
The Jedi Master exited the bathroom and paused slightly. He
could feel waves of anxiety and frustration emanating from his
Padawan. The force was abuzz with his emotions. Qui-Gon frowned
for a moment, he had never meant to cause the young man any
discomfort. He should have given up the charade in the shower,
but he had been lost to the sensations and then Obi-Wan had
bolted. There was also a tiny part of him that enjoyed watching
his normally self-assured and cocky apprentice squirm.
Dropping his towel, Qui-Gon eased into bed behind his Padawan.
He couldn't see the younger mans face, but he knew he was awake
and trying to feign sleep. Qui-Gon smiled devilishly and edged
himself closer until just inches and the younger Jedi's sleep
pants were all that separated the two.
Leaning close to Obi-Wan's ear, Qui-Gon quietly asked "Are you
sleeping, Padawan?"
Obi-Wan stifled a moan as the warm breath caressed his ear.
"No, Master."
"Why not, my young apprentice?"
/Because I want to hold you so badly I could scream. / "I have
troubling thoughts."
"Would you like to discuss them, Padawan?"
Obi-Wan could feel his body begin to tremble, he knew that he
needed to get away from Qui-Gon and soon or else the Master
would learn his secret. "No, Master. I think that I'll just go
meditate again and leave you to rest in peace."
As Obi-Wan started to move to rise from the bed, Qui-Gon snaked
an arm around his waist and held him in place. Startled,
Obi-Wan asked "You do not wish me to leave, Master?"
"No, Padawan."
The arm around his waist tightened slightly and once again his
Master's velvet like voice caressed his ear. "I too have
troubling thoughts."
Concern for his dear friend flooded the younger man. "Of what,
Master?"
"Of my feelings, my desires for another." Obi-Wan felt his
heart constrict as the words crashed through his brain. Qui-Gon
desired another, but whom? Then it hit Obi-Wan, he must be
referring to Shmi Skywalker. She was a kind woman and had taken
a great liking to Qui-Gon, or so Jar Jar had said.
Struggling to find his voice, Obi-Wan managed to squeak out
"Shmi?"
Qui-Gon could not suppress the surprised laugh that erupted
from his throat. How dense could his Padawan be? "I should say
not!" he managed between laughs.
Relief flooded Obi-Wan momentarily before confusion set in
again. "Then who, Master? Who troubles you so?"
"My Padawan. He is truly a most handsome and desirable
creature." the elder Jedi replied before snaking his tongue out
and tracing the edge of Obi-Wan's ear, then lightly nipping at
the lobe.
For a brief moment, Obi-Wan thought /Xanatos? / But Qui-Gon's
intimate caress to his ear banished all thoughts of his
Master's former Padawan from his mind.
Obi-Wan rolled over to face his Master. "Me?" It was barely
more than a whisper.
For an answer, Qui-Gon took his Padawan's face in his hands and
kissed him gently, tentatively. Obi-Wan just laid there, still
as could be, shocked. Qui-Gon was actually kissing him and his
brain went into overload. Misinterpreting his Padawan's lack of
response as a sign that he didn't really want this, or worse
yet, of disgust Qui-Gon froze as well and pulled back, quickly
moving himself away from Obi-Wan and apologizing.
"I am truly sorry, Padawan. I didn't mean to... I shouldn't
have... I am so sorry." Qui-Gon had never felt this close to
crying since he was a young boy. What had he just done? He was
sure that Obi-Wan had felt as he did, but he must have made a
grave error.
/Sorry? / The words finally permeated Obi-Wan's brain. Looking
clearly at his Master, he could see grief and fear etched
deeply into his face as he stared at his Padawan.
With a Jedi's speed, Obi-Wan grabbed the back of Qui-Gon's head
and pulled him down, devouring his lips in a hungry kiss full
of passion and love. As their lips and tongues dueled, Obi-Wan
opened his mind to his Master as he had always longed to do;
allowing the elder to see how deep and true his feelings ran.
Overwhelmed by the depth of the emotion, Qui-Gon pulled back a
little and looked deeply into his Padawan's eyes. "I never
imagined... I had only dreamed..." he couldn't finish, could
not find the words to express the love and devotion that he
felt for the man with whom he shared his life, whom he would
willingly die to protect at a moments notice. So, he opened his
mind as his Padawan had done, allowing him to inside his most
secret places, baring his soul and his heart so that they might
beat as one.
With an inner fire lighting his eyes, Obi-Wan gently urged
Qui-Gon onto his back and let his eyes roam freely over his
Master's body. Qui-Gon smiled, basking in the warmth of his
Padawan's scorching gaze. The smile turned to a groan as
Obi-Wan flicked his tongue across one of his taut nipples
before placing tiny kisses all along his chest.
Reverently, Obi-Wan ran his hands across his Master's body,
worshiping him inch by inch with tender caresses and butterfly
kisses. Qui-Gon felt himself swept up in the maelstrom of
sensations, his desire soaring higher then he ever thought
possible.
As Obi-Wan settled between Qui-Gon's legs, he heard the older
Jedi draw in a sharp breath as he placed wet kisses along his
inner thigh, then pausing briefly to nuzzled it with his cheek,
his nose brushing intimately against the bottom of Qui-Gon's
sac.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes as he felt his Padawan's hot breath on
his nether regions, a groan of pleasure escaping his lips as he
felt tentative fingers on his hardness. Obi-Wan drew a ragged
breath as he touched Qui-Gon's member, running his finger
delicately over the tip and swirling the clear fluid around the
head. It pulsed and jumped with a life of it's own as he
continued his exploration. Soon the younger Jedi's tongue
joined the exploration, licking, tasting and teasing Qui-Gon's
trembling flesh.
Qui-Gon felt as if he would either combust or faint at any
moment, every nerve raw with need, yearning for release.
//Padawan... Please...// he mentally whispered to Obi-Wan.
//Patience, Master...// came the mental reply. Knowing that his
Master was close, Obi-Wan quickly plunged his mouth onto
Qui-Gon's weeping erection, swallowing it all the way to the
base and lightly rubbing his nose in the hair surrounding it.
The Jedi Master writhed and moaned as his apprentice laved his
length with his mouth and tongue while gently massaging his sac
with his deft fingers. Reaching down, Qui-Gon lovingly caressed
the nape of his Padawan's neck. Then he looked down and it was
his undoing. The sight of Obi-Wan engulfing him whole pushed
the Jedi over the abyss and crying Obi-Wan's name; he felt
himself shatter to a thousand pieces as he released his seed
into his lover's mouth.
Obi-Wan swallowed the salty fluid and continued to gently lave
and suck until he'd milked every last drop from his Master.
With one final kiss to the tip, he crawled back up the bed and
claimed Qui-Gon's mouth once again. Wrapping his arms tightly
around his Padawan, Qui-Gon crushed the younger Jedi to
himself. Lifting his head slightly, Obi-Wan looked deeply into
Qui-Gon's eyes and asked "Is everything alright, Master?"
"Just making sure that you were real, my Padawan. I feel as
though I must be dreaming."
Obi-Wan squirmed a little and rubbed his hardness against
Qui-Gon's stomach with a grin. "Does this feel real, Master?"
"That it does Padawan, but I'd better take a closer look just
to be sure." He said with a wink and before Obi-Wan knew what
hit him, Qui-Gon had flipped them over and the elder Jedi was
now above him.
Qui-Gon claimed Obi-Wan's mouth in a searing kiss. Tracing the
outline of his Padawan's lips briefly, he slipped his tongue
inside and groaned with he tasted his own essence. Moving away
from Obi-Wan's mouth, the Jedi Master rained light kisses over
his Padawan's face and eyelids before moving on to nuzzle an
ear.
Obi-Wan was reduced to a gelatinous form as his lover worshiped
his body. Qui-Gon caressed and kissed his way inch by inch,
memorizing every curve, every subtle nuance of his Padawan's
body. He had dreamed of this moment, and here it was, realized
at long last and he intended to make the most of it.
One by one, Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan's fingers into his mouth,
sucking them and laving them with his tongue, mimicking
Obi-Wan's previous activity.
Obi-Wan thrashed and moaned, his hips straining, searching for
something, anything to apply some pressure to the ache growing
ever harder between his legs. //Master, Please...// he mentally
begged.
//Patience, Padawan...// he replied back as Obi-Wan had to him.
With a sly look, Qui-Gon started to move away from Obi-Wan,
away from the bed. Obi-Wan wanted to cry out, as the physical
contact between them was broken. "I'll be right back, Padawan."
Qui-Gon told his lover reassuringly when he sensed his concern.
Qui-Gon slipped into the bathroom for a minute and then
returned to Obi-Wan's side. Kissing him deeply once again, he
pulled his apprentice up onto his knees and moved in front of
him. Reaching back, Qui-Gon grasped Obi-Wan's hardness and
guided it towards him. Obi-Wan froze. "Master, I will hurt
you."
//Trust me, Padawan. // The reply came as a mental caress.
Qui-Gon pushed back gently and Obi-Wan felt something slick,
then he started to slip into his Master. Instinctively, Obi-Wan
eased himself all the way inside. Once he was completely
engulfed in the scorching heat and tightness. He paused so they
could both savor the sensation before the lovers began moving
together in a rhythm as old as time.
Obi-Wan caressed Qui-Gon's hips and the small of his back as he
moved. The sensation building in him was sheer bliss. Then he
felt the familiar tightening in his groin and with a last
thrust he cried out "Qui-Gon" as his seed spilt deep inside his
lover.
The two Jedi collapsed on the bed in a heap panting, a light
sheen of sweat covering both. Obi-Wan rolled to his side and
pulled Qui-Gon against him, spooning him from behind. Wrapping
his arm around his Master and hugging him tightly, Obi-Wan
murmured words of love and fulfillment in his ear.
After several minutes, Qui-Gon retrieved the fallen blanket,
pulled Obi-Wan into the crook of his arm and covered them both.
With a wide grin, Qui-Gon asked his student "Do you think you
can sleep now Padawan or do you still have troubling thoughts?"
"If I cannot sleep now, it will not be due to troubling
thoughts Master." Obi-Wan replied mischievously before
caressing Qui-Gon's inner thigh.
"Ah, youthful exuberance." Qui-Gon sighed.
Several hours later, with both men fully satiated and
exhausted, Obi-Wan lay pressed tightly against his lover's
side, his head resting on his Master's firm chest listening to
the sound of his heart beating. The sound soothed him and
calmed him as nothing had before.
He couldn't place why, but Obi-Wan was drawn to the heartbeat,
to the reassurance that his Master's life force still burned
brightly.
Just before he lulled to sleep, Obi-Wan heard Qui-Gon whisper
into his mind "My beloved Padawan. How I love you."
"And I you, Master..." was his whispered reply before much
needed sleep claimed the both.
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