Spoilers: A tiny bit for TPM's characters...nothing by way of
plot spoilers for the movie or the JA books.
Summary: This story began as a 'first line challenge' from Mac.
The "Obi-Wan, no one is going to believe that we're
lovers!" is Mac's, and the rest is all from my
temporarily-foggy imagination. : )
Feedback: Please, please, please!! When I don't hear from
anyone, I get a complex... : ) Flames, should you feel the need
to send them, will be cheerfully forwarded to the ferret, who
will hunt down all flamers and bite their ankles. Thank you!
Disclaimers: We all know who these characters belong to (Thank
you, Mr. Lucas!), so there's no question as to who's getting
all the credit, money, attention, etc. for these wonderful
Jedi. (Hint: It's not me...) Disappointing as that is, I'd just
like to borrow them to tell this story...
Inspiration: This story began as a 'first line challenge'
issued by Mac. I was trying to work on an entirely
different fic, but after I read Mac's suggestion the bunny
brigade had other ideas. : ) You may also want to keep in mind
that this story was written in just a little more than one
day's time, while the author was off work and under the
influence of a raging case of tonsillitis coupled with strep
throat. Couldn't even beat the plot bunny back while waiting
drop-dead sick in the doctor's office. Thanks Mac! : )
Thank yous: Thanks to Mama and kaly who read over the first
part of the story...and to Calysta Rose who saved me at one
o'clock in the morning with a beta of the full story, just so I
could post. Thanks for Lyta for reading the first posting of
this and letting me know I had the wrong 'vial/vile' use in
there. Late-breaking thanks to Righ and Iroshi for making my
life (and all of yours) easier by finally telling me how
to get RID of smart quotes. It took a while for my brain to
grasp the concept, but I think we're all set now. ::blows
kisses...don't worry, I'm not contagious anymore::
Note: / / denotes telepathy
"Obi-Wan, no one is going to believe that we're lovers!"
Qui-Gon Jinn looked at his padawan, brow furrowing, as he tried
to figure out whether the young man was serious.
Obi-Wan met his gaze evenly, his expression showing nothing but
serenity. "Not everyone has to believe it, Master," he
said calmly. "Just Kotoni."
Qui-Gon masked an audible swallow with a well-timed cough.
Obi-Wan was serious.
Kotoni, Ruler Premier of the planet Astoria, was on Coruscant
while attending a sector-wide leadership conference. He had run
across Qui-Gon only by accident one evening in the dining hall
and had been quite taken with him. His repetitive offers of
dinner, walks, talking and the suggestion of...more...had all
been graciously turned down by the Jedi master, but still
Kotoni continued.
The sexual innuendo had been disturbing, Qui-Gon had to admit.
But the carefully detailed messages of what a relationship with
Kotoni could mean for both of their careers had actually
irritated Qui-Gon more than they had concerned him. The
currents directing his myriad mediations had constantly
reminded him that it was only a temporary irritation to be
suffered and released into the Force. The leader's visit to
Coruscant was limited to fourteen rotations of the planet and
when Kotoni went back to rule his world, Qui-Gon would be free
of his presence and influence.
Now, however, Qui-Gon saw that he was not the only one affected
by Kotoni's influence.
Using all of his Jedi powers of diplomacy, Qui-Gon tried to
make the apprentice see things from his perspective. "The
advances of one such as Kotoni are not worthy of a sacrifice
such as you propose, my Obi-Wan."
To Qui-Gon's dismay, Obi-Wan looked offended. And hurt.
"Padawan..."
Obi-Wan ducked his head and turned away from his master,
preparing to leave the room, but there was something in his
eyes that made Qui-Gon catch his arm and turn him back around.
"Obi-Wan?" There had to be something more. His padawan didn't
make judgements or suggestions lightly or without just cause.
Qui-Gon took a step closer to Obi-Wan, wanting to comfort but
not yet knowing what was needed.
True to his training, Obi-Wan didn't step away. He met
Qui-Gon's gaze. "Kotoni scares me, Master. He is so
powerful...so persistent. I know he holds a lot of power on his
world, but it's not just that. I feel more from him. Something
dangerous. Something that tells me he will never take 'no' for
an answer."
Obi-Wan stopped, considering his words, trying to make his
point as plain as possible. "He wants you, Master. In all ways.
And I don't think he's going to stop trying to get to you until
he has been shown that he cannot have you."
Qui-Gon could not stop the dark blush that spread across his
neck and up to his cheeks. He occasionally forgot that his
padawan was a young man now, capable of noticing and
understanding such things.
"And your...plan...will rid me of Kotoni's advances?" Qui-Gon
asked in a strained voice.
"You've got to see that words don't work with him, Master."
Obi-Wan said. "I know you've been avoiding him, turning down
his offers day after day-hour after hour. But on Kotoni's
planet, words mean little. On Astoria, a male seeking a male
partner will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Nothing
short of finding his chosen companion in the company-in the
sexual company," Obi-Wan corrected himself, "-of another
male. Even the Ruler Premier would not dare to challenge a
relationship such as that."
"So you are saying that Kotoni would stop bothering me if
he...found me in bed with another?" Qui-Gon said the words even
as he felt his reality skew. Was he really having this
conversation with his padawan?
"With another male, yes," Obi-Wan clarified. "He would be
forced to halt his advances and to move on."
Mind reeling, Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan. "And just how do you
know so much about this, my padawan?"
Now it was Obi-Wan's turn to blush. "You have always encouraged
me to be thorough in my research of other cultures and species,
Master. And so I am-especially where your safety and well-being
are concerned," Obi-Wan finished almost timidly.
'Who masters the master?' indeed, Qui-Gon thought as pride
surged through him. Yes, Obi-Wan was going to make a splendid
knight-and a fine master one day.
Qui-Gon crossed the room to sit by the window. He motioned for
Obi-Wan to join him. For several minutes they sat in
companionable silence, watching the Coruscant skyline, lights
beginning to blink on as dusk set in. Finally, Qui-Gon spoke.
"Just how do you suggest we proceed with this...plan of yours?"
As he went about his cabin, preparing to go out into the night,
Qui-Gon again wondered how he had let his apprentice talk him
into such a thing. Not surprisingly, he came to the same
conclusion he'd reached the first ten times he'd pondered the
question: If all it took was a bit of play-acting to affirm his
faith in his padawan, to show Obi-Wan that he trusted him
implicitly, then he would do this.
Brushing out his long hair and braiding it carefully, Qui-Gon
thought back on Obi-Wan's training. He had tried to teach his
apprentice to solve problems his own way; he'd stressed the
need to seek solutions using methods that others ignored or did
not see.
Obviously Obi-Wan had taken his lessons to heart. With Kotoni,
his padawan had seen a problem, done his research, drawn a
conclusion and formulated a solution. Scientific to the last
and logically sound...even if it was a bit unusual. But as a
master it was Qui-Gon's job to encourage his padawan's growth
and learning-and he would not squelch Obi-Wan's self-esteem by
turning down an idea simply because he personally did not favor
it.
Boots on and fastened, Qui-Gon stood up. Reaching for his robe,
he shook out whatever wrinkles there may have been before
slipping it gracefully over his large frame. Dressed and ready,
the Jedi master took a deep breath and checked the time. Half
past tenth hour. Dousing the lights, he made his way out of the
Temple.
Just as they'd planned, Obi-Wan was waiting for him in the
gardens.
"Did you do it, Master?" Obi-Wan asked as Qui-Gon joined him at
the edge of the Pools of Contemplation.
"Yes, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon answered, looking out into the water.
"Kotoni approached me after night meal, wanting to know if my
evening was free, and I told him that I had other
obligations."
"Did he believe you, do you think?" Obi-Wan asked anxiously.
The corners of Qui-Gon's mouth turned up. "I believe I was
successful in conveying just what those obligations entailed,
if the look on Kotoni's face and his angry departure were any
indication."
"He'll come looking for you, you know," Obi-Wan said quietly.
"I believe that was part of your plan, Obi-Wan-was it not?"
Qui-Gon teased gently.
"Y-yes, Master," Obi-Wan said, a bit uncertainly.
Qui-Gon turned his head, cobalt eyes meeting hazel. "Are you
having second thoughts, Obi-Wan?" he asked gently.
Obi-Wan glanced away, toward the moonlit pools, then back at
Qui-Gon. "No, Master," he answered honestly. "I'm not. But are
you?"
Qui-Gon's chest tightened at the sweetness of the words. There
it was again-Obi-Wan's overwhelming concern for his well-being.
"No, Obi-Wan, I am not. This is important to you and so it is
important to me. You have sensed a danger and have planned a
way to combat it. We are master and padawan and we will do this
together, as we do many things together." Obi-Wan's eyes fairly
glowed with his pleasure.
"But it is your plan, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon continued. "And so you
must lead." He turned fully toward his apprentice. "How shall
we begin, my padawan?"
After a moment's pause, Obi-Wan slowly reached out, taking one
of Qui-Gon's hands in his own, entwining their fingers. "I
think we should begin like this," he said. Pulling gently,
Obi-Wan led Qui-Gon across the grass toward a thicket of trees,
knowing they would surely be followed.
The contented smile on his padawan's face was more than enough
to convince Qui-Gon that he was doing the right thing.
Obi-Wan stopped at a small clearing between the tallest of the
trees. He removed his cloak and laid it down upon the dampening
grass. When he fell to his knees, Qui-Gon smoothly followed
suit, Obi-Wan's slighter hand still clasped in his large one.
/He is here, Master,/ Obi-Wan told Qui-Gon apprehensively.
/I know,/ Qui-Gon told him. /I can feel his presence./
/Do you still want.../
/Obi-Wan,/ Qui-Gon reassured his padawan. /I am with you in
this. You have only to tell me what to do, and I will do it./
Qui-Gon felt the heat that traveled through Obi-Wan at the Jedi
master's words. It lit his mind like a spark on brittle
kindling.
Suddenly, a warm hand was against Qui-Gon's cheek and Qui-Gon
found himself leaning into the touch. He mirrored Obi-Wan's
actions.
/Yes, Master, just like that,/ Obi-Wan said breathlessly.
/Kotoni must believe this is real./
As a second hand slid through his hair, gently caressing and
then freeing it from the braid, Qui-Gon felt sure Kotoni would
never think otherwise.
Obi-Wan's hands found his shoulders and Qui-Gon was pushed
backward until he found himself looking up at the stars.
/May I kiss you, Master?/
The shy question made Qui-Gon's heart thud in his chest. /Of
course, Obi-Wan,/ he said. /Under the circumstances I would say
that would be very appropriate./
Blocked from his view, the stars were all but forgotten as
Qui-Gon's mouth was covered in the warm, wet heat of his
padawan's kiss. Even from that small bit of contact, Qui-Gon
could taste the remnants of the spicy soup and sweet fruits
that had been a part of night meal. To his chagrin, he could
feel himself becoming aroused. The tongue on his lips and
teeth, begging entrance, was his undoing.
/Obi-Wan!/ Qui-Gon panted. /Tell me what you are feeling./ The
question sounded out of place, even to Qui-Gon, but he was a
teacher, above all else. His student's feelings were important
to him, especially now.
Obi-Wan's movements never ceased. His tongue explored the Jedi
master's mouth, roaming over smooth teeth and cheeks. Deftly,
he used his tongue to capture Qui-Gon's tongue, suckling,
pulling it into own mouth.
/I feel...dizzy.../ Obi-Wan admitted. /Dizzy with the
sensations and the pleasure of having you this close to me. And
I feel loved...and alive. More alive than I have ever felt. Can
you feel it, Master?/
Qui-Gon could indeed feel it. There was an almost-electrical
current between them that surpassed even their physical
connection. /Yes, Obi-Wan,/ he said. /I feel it. I am only
sorry it has taken us this long to discover it./ And then there
was no more mind talk. The kiss abandoned, Obi-Wan's hands were
everywhere, leaving Qui-Gon naked and gloriously hard before
his padawan's eyes.
/Obi-Wan.../
Obi-Wan looked down at his master, suddenly unsure of himself.
/Master?/
/Why are you still dressed?/ came the amused question. /This
will be very difficult if only one of us is unclothed. Unless
you only plan to.../
Before Qui-Gon could complete his thought, Obi-Wan's clothing
lay piled next to his own in the grass.
/You were saying, Master...?/
/Very efficient, my Obi-Wan. Although how you became so
accomplished at...this...I would venture I don't wish to know./
/Master!/
The mind cry was playful and endearing all at once, and Qui-Gon
was lost in the aura that was his padawan.
/Obi-Wan.../ Qui-Gon was helpless to express himself as
Obi-Wan's hands and mouth explored every inch of his skin. His
body felt tight, restricted, even though he had nothing on. His
erection throbbed, his balls ached, and the only thought in his
mind was that of release. Release at the hands of Obi-Wan.
/Relax, my master,/ came Obi-Wan's soft voice in his mind. /I
started this, and I shall finish it./
Delving into the folds of the outspread cloak, Obi-Wan
retrieved a vial of oil, carefully placed for just such an
occasion. Pouring it first onto his hands and himself, he next
carefully set about to prepare Qui-Gon.
/Obi-Wan!/ Qui-Gon gasped as he was fully entered in the span
of several well-placed movements. /Please...more!/
Sliding into his master's tight heat, Obi-Wan felt at peace. He
belonged here, in his master's arms. In his master's body.
Sliding all the way out, he began to thrust slowly and then
faster, knowing intimately his master's desperate need.
/Your body...feels so good...around mine, Master,/ Obi-Wan
sighed. /So right. Like we were made for each other. Inside
you, I feel as if I'm...home./
Affected by his own words and thoughts, Obi-Wan's shaft pulsed
inside Qui-Gon. Excitement surged through the older man at the
sensation, fluid spilling copiously from his erection as
Obi-Wan's passion spilled into his mind.
/Master.../ Obi-Wan was dismayed as he saw, rather than sensed,
Qui-Gon's need. /I'm sorry. I have been selfish./
Immediately, the magical hands were back. Fingers that had
earlier explored Qui-Gon's face and hair now fondled his full
balls, pumped his swollen shaft. As Obi-Wan's thrusts quickened
to match the rhythm of his hands, the world suddenly exploded.
/Obi-Wan!/
/Qui-Gon!/
Qui-Gon let his apprentice's use of his given name tumble
through his brain. It was right. In this there was no master,
no apprentice. In this first time together they were equals.
It didn't take Jedi hearing to know when the intruder turned
away from the trees in heated retreat.
"Kotoni is gone, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon whispered to the man he held
tightly in his arms.
/Yes, Master,/ Obi-Wan answered back sleepily. /I felt him go./
"Do you think he believed us?"
A shiver ran through Obi-Wan as all of the sensations of the
night returned to him. /Oh, yes, Master./
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