Summary: Qui-Gon's fast approaching birthday leaves him feeling
old.
Rating: NC-17, slight PWP
Pairing : Q/O
Spoilers : none
Archiving: Yes, I beg you! M/A and my website. Elsewhere,
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Disclaimer : no property of mine, they just let me out to play
with them.
Notes: no betas, all silly mistakes are my own. Feedback
greatly desired!
*this is for my padawan Da'hre-La*
Enjoy!
Fresh from a long hot shower, the tall stately Jedi Master
stood alone in his bed chamber looking absently in the small
wall mounted mirror. He gingerly touched the flushed skin of
his cheekbones and ran his fingertips through his closely
cropped goatee and moustache. The once mocha brown hairs there
were quickly turning silver, and the once smooth skin of the
forehead and cheeks were becoming more and more lined. He
sighed softly and turned his back to the mirror.
Though not a vain man in any sense of the word, he still
couldn't help feeling a little... old. It didn't help that his
birthday was just a few days away either.
Another year gone by.
He shook his head and strands of brown hair escaping from the
leather tong, skittered across his forehead. He took a moment
to tuck them neatly back into place.
Qui-Gon Jinn, wrapping his lounge robe closer about his body,
crossed the room and sat at his writing desk. Maybe some work
would take his mind off of his age. He stared down at the
comchips scattered across the table top, but did not see them.
He was preoccupied. He was thinking about his young nubile
lover, his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Just passing his 27th birthday, Obi-Wan didn't seem to mind
getting older. In fact, the boy appeared to relish the fact
that he would eventually be a Jedi elder and have an
opportunity to sit on the council. He had stated many times
over that he had no problem with getting on in the years.
/ He won't have a problem, until he's there / Qui-Gon thought
smiling.
Qui-Gon, realizing that his concentration had eluded his grasp,
and that he most likely wouldn't get any work done, folded his
hands across his midsection and nestled back in the chair.
A knock at the door broke him from his reverie.
"Come!" he shouted not turning to face the door, for he knew
who the visitor was.
"Master," said the warm low voice behind him.
Qui-Gon stopped himself from shuddering, hearing the smile in
that voice. Obi-Wan could wrap him about his little finger with
just a simple wicked inflection of his manicured voice. And
sometimes, to his amused dismay, he knew Obi-Wan knew that.
"You've been hiding..." Obi-Wan teased, resting his hands on
his master's shoulders.
Qui-Gon slouched in the chair, his heart picking up speed. He
could feel the threat of a helpless moan welling up in his
throat as Obi-Wan's braid glanced his ear.
"No," he answered ever the stolid Jedi Master. "I am working."
Obi-Wan's chuckle came instantly and he moved his hands from
his master's broad shoulders to run them into his loose
slightly damp thick hair. He loved touching his master's
chocolate and silver mane for it soothed him completely. He
combed it through with his fingers and bent to inhale its clean
scent.
"No," Obi-Wan said softly, contradicting him, "you are hiding.
Are you hiding from me?"
Not wanting to argue, Qui-Gon closed his eyes and relaxed
beneath his Padawan's deft fingers. He was thankful that his
robe was loose enough to hide his immediate and immense
arousal. He didn't want Obi-Wan to think that the merest of
touches would easily excite him to stiff erections. Though, of
that too, he knew Obi-Wan was well aware.
Obi-Wan remained quiet for a long time, just massaging his
lover's tense shoulders before he realized the root of
Qui-Gon's distress. At first he'd suspected it was something
he'd done wrong and had come to apologize for whatever it was.
But after spending a little time probing his master's bare
thoughts, he found the truth.
Obi-Wan leaned down to Qui-Gon, brushed aside his luxurious
hair and whispered close to his ear,
"Master... you are not close to being old."
Qui-Gon opened his mouth to dispute his Padawan, but Obi-Wan
interrupted him.
"In fact, master, you're getting younger right before my eyes."
He smiled brushing his fingers delicately along Qui-Gon's
temples and then added playfully, eyeing the bulge beneath the
drape of his tunic,
"And... a little bigger..."
Qui-Gon groaned inwardly sliding even farther into the chair.
Nothing escaped his Padawan's keen sense of humor.
Obi-Wan gently kissed the space right behind his master's ear
and moved his mouth to gently suck the fleshy earlobe between
his teeth. Qui-Gon's breath escaped him in a satisfied ragged
sigh, and his eyes rolled up in his head. The heat of his
apprentice's tongue and lips, slowly working in and around his
ear made the deeply seated groan he'd been holding rumble from
his throat. He surrendered to Obi-Wan's caress as the throbbing
between his thighs became unbearable. He craved the release his
lover promised.
Sensing that his master had placed himself at his mercy,
Obi-Wan slipped his hand down the broad sturdy chest. He eased
his hand in between the creme colored folds of material, pushed
back the front flap and teased one nipple erect with the pad of
his thumb. Qui-Gon braced himself against the shiver that raced
up his spine and let his head fall back against Obi-Wan's
belly.
Obi-Wan, lifting his hand moved it upward to cup and turn
Qui-Gon's rough chin. He brought his mouth within inches of his
lover's and snaked his tongue out to lick along those ruddy
lips. Their breaths mingled as softly murmured words spun into
soft gasps. Holding him still, Obi-Wan tangled his fingers into
Qui-Gon's thick hair and continued to suck and lick at his
lips.
"Not old at all..." Obi-Wan sighed, stroking his master's face.
He looked down into dark eyes lit with a most grateful smile
before bending to kiss those luscious lips again. Obi-Wan
opened his mouth, claiming his master's, the kiss needy and wet
between them. He pushed his slippery agile tongue between
Qui-Gon's lips and their tongues battled briefly. He closed his
eyes, reeling from the realization of what he was going to do
to his master to prove that age wasn't everything.
Obi-Wan straightened, his jade eyes gleaming wickedly down at
his elder and then he swiveled the chair around to make him
face him. His eyes dropped down to where the robe gaped and
revealed a strong lightly furred chest. Obi-Wan bit his bottom
lip, never having seen his master in such a state of mental
disarray. The distraught thoughts and memories of youth lost
wafted from Qui-Gon and assaulted Obi-Wan's mental barriers
making the younger man experience them as if they had been his
own. Compassion flooded into his heart and tears moistened his
eyes.
"Master..." he gasped dropping to his knees before him, his
green eyes wide with disbelief.
How could his master even entertain the notions that were
running rampant in his mind?
Obi-Wan grasped Qui-Gon's splayed knees.
"Master... I love you more than you could know! I would never
leave you!"
Qui-Gon smiled at his beloved, reaching out to trail his
fingers across his worry creased forehead and down his smooth
cheek.
/ I know, my love. I know /
Obi-Wan caught the wandering hand in his and pressed kisses to
the fingertips.
"See these calluses?" he whispered, stroking his tongue up and
down the sides of his master's fingers, "it's the sign of hard
work and dedication, not age. You needn't worry."
Qui-Gon watched his Padawan, breathless from the flare of
desire that quickened the ache between his thighs. It wasn't so
much that his Padawan was kneeling before him, lavishing kisses
to his fingers and palm, that was the crux of his lust, but it
was the intoxicating familiarity that flowed like wine between
them. It was comforting to have the younger man know him so
well.
Obi-Wan looked up and smiled at his master, before moving
easily between his knees. He leaned down, opening the robe with
one hand, but only as much as to expose him from the waist up.
He kissed the taut belly that had not yet gone soft, licking
the trail of brown hair that arrowed away from his belly
button. Qui-Gon shifted in the chair and Obi-Wan felt his rock
hard erection nudge his chest.
Qui-Gon heard him chuckle and say, "Relax, master. This will
take a while."
He had planned a long luxurious bout of kissing every part of
his master's body, describing in detail how much he desired
each wrinkle and curve. He wanted to be in control, and
blissfully remained unaware of Qui-Gon's contrasting designs.
An extremely challenging smile tugged at Qui-Gon's lips and he
placed a hand against the back of Obi-Wan's head. Tangling his
fingers around the ponytail, he roughly jerked his head back.
Surprise coloured with pain brightened in Obi-Wan's handsome
face and he searched Qui-Gon's amused eyes for an explanation
for his rash behavior. His master cupped his head and stood,
pulling him upright. The Jedi Master gazed down at his Padawan,
feeling the smile lingering on his lips broaden.
Obi-Wan could see the predatory glint in the blue eyes pinned
to his and he didn't dare let his eyes move to where his
master's robe fell entirely open. He inhaled his warm clean
scent, unable to bite back the grin that threatened at his
lips.
"Mas--"
Qui-Gon pressed his fingers to the youth's moist mouth and
shook his head slowly. He swiftly covered Obi-Wan's mouth with
his, pulling his lithe body up against his naked skin. He
unceremoniously thrust his tongue into the warm receiving
mouth, stroking it over and around Obi-Wan's. The boy, swept up
with his own excitement, whimpered into the hot consuming kiss
and reached up to clasp his arms about his master's neck.
Obi-Wan pressed hard against him, using his free hand to reach
down and take his master's stiff dripping cock. The touch
electrified Qui-Gon, sending shards of ecstasy shooting into
his brain and mercilessly he deepened the kiss, yanking the
wicked young god closer to him. He could taste how submissive,
how willing to be abused Obi-Wan was and it turned him on even
more.
Obi-Wan finally eased out of the kiss and moved his mouth to
suck and lick at the sensitive arch of his master's throat.
Qui-Gon breathed out hard, knowing if his Padawan continued he
wouldn't be able to remain upright much longer. His talented
fingers stroked his master into a shuddering frenzy, eliciting
loud helpless moans from him. He lifted his head, devouring
Qui-Gon's open mouth and with each jerk of his slick hand,
matching the spastic thrusts of his hips, Obi-Wan plunged his
tongue in and out between his master's lips. Without slowing
the pumping of his hand he closed his other arm about his
master's strong body.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes, tipping his head back, his lips
slipping away from Obi-Wan's. He widened his stance, trying
desperately to keep his balance and reached down to cup
Obi-Wan's head while the boy bent to flick his nipples erect.
The violent upheaval of emotion and pleasure exploded passed
his crumbling barriers and he cried out, his voice hot and
ecstatic near screaming.
Control melted from his grasp. He sang Obi-Wan's luscious name,
jetting hot seed all over Obi-Wan's frantically working hand.
As blackness flooded in upon his senses, he thought he heard
the throaty laugh of his impish Padawan.
Qui-Gon opened his eyes what he thought must have been only a
moment later. He sat up, startled to find himself in bed and
giving the room a quick sweep, he saw that Obi-Wan was no where
to be found. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed and
pulling his robe over his rested naked body, he padded across
the cool floor to his writing desk to where he saw a neatly
folded paper note.
Unfolding it gently, Qui-Gon read silently:
"My beloved master. I love you more than my meager words can
describe. I only hope that this love will fill the emptiness
that haunts you. Happy Birthday."
/ Thank you, Padawan /
Qui-Gon smiled to himself, tucking the note in his pocket. Then
he caught himself. He could not remember what it was that had
upset him and again he thanked Obi-Wan.
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