Broken Bonds
by Obsessed One ladywitch79@hotmail.com
Category: PWP Slash
Rating: Duh.
Author: Obsessed One ladywitch79@hotmail.com
Summary: You go for a walk in the Temple Gardens, and see
something… stimulating.
Feedback: Please! I want to know if I messed things up to
terribly! Nicely worded constructive criticism is welcome,
praise is begged for, and flames will be used to heat my condo
during the next cold snap. ladywitch79@hotmail.com
Comments: This was, in a fashion, inspired by Dev-Aki Basaa's
fic, Trophy Slave. It is also my first attempt at slash, so
please be nice when I get something terribly wrong. Also, I
want to thank Hypatia and Lynxie, my long-lost prude triplet
sisters, for making sure I gave this plot bunny free reign.
Consider this my newbie announcement to JediSpunks, MA, and
OKEB
Archive: Amber at www.templevoices.com for the JediPrudes, when
you finish the page, JediSpunks if they have one, Sith_Chicks,
MA, and OKEB if you have one
Beta: Amber O'Connell-Murray
Disclaimer:
Georgie Porgie, puddin' pie,
Killed Qui-Gon, and Obi cried.
But that's okay, and that's all fine,
Cause they're all his, and are not mine.
Georgie Porgie, puddin' pie,
Owns Star Wars 'till he's died.
So for this, I am not paid,
But least Qui and Obi get laid!
You slip through the darkened halls, your heart pounding in
fear of discovery. But it's late, and you are most likely the
only inhabitant of the Jedi Temple who is even awake. You see
your destination ahead, and pick up speed. With a smile, you
enter the Temple Gardens, closing the door quietly behind you.
You breathe deeply, luxuriating in the scent of flowers, and
in the feel of grass beneath your bare feet. You only sneak
away from your master rarely, but when you do, the Gardens are
always your destination. It's as is if none of your studies
about the Force and the Living Force make any sense, until you
are surrounded by beautiful, living things, unfettered by rules
that are millennia old. This is your moment of wildness, of
pure freedom.
You run lightly over the paths, your arms flung wide and your
Padawan braid streaming behind you. Freedom! The air seems to
whisper in your ears: Freedom! Tonight is not for meditations,
katas, weapons practice, or studying - it is about freedom,
wildness, and... something potent, something you can't seem to
put your finger on.
You sense them before you hear their approach, and you dive
into a nearby cluster of bushes, pulling the Force around you
like a cloak of invisibility. You always were the best at
hiding. All you have to do is sit tight until whoever it is
leaves.
After waiting just long enough for you to start wondering if
the Force was playing tricks on you, two figures come into your
line of sight. You use the Force to enhance your vision, and
realize they are Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn. You blink in
confusion: What are they doing here?
They stop less than a meter from your hiding place. You force
your breathing to calm, and take the moment to admire the
beauty in both the men before you. In the shadows, Qui-Gon
seems to be even more of a giant than he normally is, and every
feature seems to stand out on its own, so much larger than
life. Pulling your eyes away from Qui-Gon, you look at Obi-Wan
in all his predatory beauty. Normally, you prefer your men tall
and dark, closer to Qui-Gon's appearance, but Obi-Wan, with his
dark blonde hair and vivid blue eyes, he has always had a hold
over you and you libido, you muse.
Then, you watch as Qui-Gon pulls Obi-Wan into his arms.
Your eyes widen with surprise as the two men begin to kiss
passionately, their whispered endearments not quite reaching
your ears. Quickly, you cast about, looking for an escape
route, but find none. You will have to stay where you are for
the time being.
Which might not be so bad, you think, as Obi-Wan's tunic lands
on the ground...
Spellbound, you watch as the two men undress each other with
knowing, eager hands. Obi-Wan seems to want to be everywhere at
once: caressing Qui-Gon's chest, running his fingers through
his master's long hair, kissing the solid column of his lover's
throat. You can feel the need roll off the Padawan in waves,
and it steals your breath away in the form of a barely audible
moan.
Qui-Gon, though, is much less hurried. He traces Obi-Wan's jaw
with the back of his right hand, and trails his left up and
down Obi-Wan's bare back. He ceases his caress suddenly,
splaying his fingers across the small of Obi-Wan's back.
Craning your neck around as much as you dare, you see that
Obi-Wan has his hands inside Qui-Gon's tunic, and is slowly
working it off, his movements only hinted at by rustling
fabric.
Qui-Gon's head slowly tilts back, his hands dropping to his
sides as Obi-Wan kisses and nips his way down, and you hear the
older man's quiet groans. The rumble of his baritone pushes a
primal button deep within you, and your hand moves beneath your
robes. Tentatively, you begin to move your fingers, growing
bolder as Obi-Wan moves lower on Qui-Gon's torso.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan stands, gently pushing Qui-Gon back a couple
of steps, so that the taller man is leaning against a tree.
Kneeling in front of his master, Obi-Wan holds his master's
hips steady against the tree. A moment later, Qui-Gon's
leggings drop to the ground. Your jaw drops. Gods, to undo the
ties on Qui-Gon's leggings without his hands would mean Obi-Wan
had used his...
Qui-Gon's rough moan rips you out of your shock-induced
stupor. Because of their new location, the same shrubbery that
hides you now blocks much of your view. You can see Qui-Gon,
leaning heavily against the tree, eyes closed, chest covered in
a fine sheen of sweat. He is holding something, and as he
brings his arms up a bit, you see that his fingers are gripping
Obi-Wan's short hair as his Padawan's head bobs up and down,
moving faster, drawing ragged pants from Qui-Gon's lips.
Suddenly, Qui-Gon pushes Obi-Wan from him, growling "Not yet!"
Obi-Wan stands, and tilts his head to one side.
"What's wrong, Master?" he asks.
Qui-Gon closes the small space between them, and roughly pulls
Obi-Wan against him.
"I have other plans, Obi-Wan," he pants as he leans forward,
kissing the shorter man.
And what a kiss! Even from your distance, you can just imagine
that their tongues must be intertwined, rubbing against each
other. Your exploring hand moves with increasing urgency
against your own flesh as you fantasize about the sensation of
rough tongue against rough tongue, the scrape of Qui-Gon's
beard as he changes his angle. One of Qui-Gon's hands moves out
of your sight and a moment later, Obi-Wan's leggings fall to
the ground. Sculpted legs, a well-defined backside... the
details are stored for later review. Obi-Wan steps out of the
fabric pooled at his feet, and moves eagerly to the arms of his
lover.
Skin against skin, sweat-slicked and glowing. Even Qui-Gon has
lost his sense of patience, and is running his hands over every
part of Obi-Wan that you can see... and then some. Obi-Wan, his
back still towards you, tosses his head to one side, and lets
loose a groan that brings an answering shudder from your own
over-heated body.
You can see the muscles in Qui-Gon's shoulders and chest work
as he strokes his beloved. Obi-Wan's moans start coming in time
to Qui-Gon's ministrations, louder... louder... and then turn
into words that shake you almost as much as they shake Qui-Gon:
"You... I want you. NOW."
Obi-Wan turns around, so close you can smell the sweat and the
sex, and for a moment, you fear discovery. But his eyes are
closed as he kneels, and you can see every expression of
pleasure as it passes over his handsome face. Qui-Gon comes up
behind Obi-Wan, caressing the younger man's sides, finally
bringing his hands to rest on Obi-Wan's slender hips. Qui-Gon
shifts forward, and both men groan in gratification. You stifle
a moan with your free hand as you squirm in your hiding place.
All you can see is Qui-Gon's thrusting torso, and Obi-Wan's
expressions of ecstasy each time Qui-Gon moves. Your eyes slide
shut, and you lose yourself in the sounds they are making, and
in the feel of your hand as you move your fingers.
As if from a distance, you hear them, Obi-Wan's caressing
tenor calling out to Qui-Gon's rumbling baritone. Calling and
answering, their primitive noises drive you beyond nearly all
restraint. You are forced to bite into your hand to keep from
calling out with them.
Your fingers bring your higher as the dual moans of the two
men gradually lose control. Obi-Wan starts to shout out
Qui-Gon's name, but it dissolves into incoherent groaning, and
is overpowered by Qui-Gon's rhythmic grunts. Your own orgasm
explodes behind closed eyelids, only seconds behind Qui-Gon and
Obi-Wan's. Lost somewhere in orbit around the planet, you have
no concept of time as your body tingles with a pleasure of
immense proportions, though still slightly hollow for being
alone.
After catching your breath, you open your eyes, and see
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon already dressed, and embracing tenderly.
Obi-Wan runs his fingers through Qui-Gon's slightly tangled
mane, and smiles secretly. And then they leave, once more
taking up the standard formation of Master and Padawan -
Obi-Wan following just a few steps behind Qui-Gon.
Once they are out of view, you wait a moment longer before
crawling out of your hiding place. Your shudder a sigh, and
start pulling bits of shrubbery off your clothes. "Well," you
mutter, "that was... memorable."
You straighten your clothes, and leave the Gardens. As you
make your way back to the quarters you share with your master,
you do not care if you are seen. In your bedroom at last, you
collapse on your sleep couch, and fall into dreams filled with
half-seen passions and sounds of pleasure that echo within your
own body.
The next day, after weapons practice, you take an extra long
time in the 'fresher. Your master apparently decided to beat
the daylights out of you this morning, when she saw the
evidence of your restless night on your face. She had informed
you that you must always be ready and at your peak, whether you
slept well or not.
In any case, all you want now is to go back to your quarters
where you can sleep and nurse your wounded pride in peace.
And relive last night for the millionth time.
As you dress, you close your eyes, and imagine yourself
between those two men. You can almost feel Qui-Gon's hand
sliding between your thighs, as Obi-Wan presses against you
from behind, and kisses the back of your neck...
Pointless fantasies. You tie your tunic shut with jerky
motions, annoyed that you would even let yourself entertain
such dreams. Even if you hadn't seen what you saw, you would
know that there wasn't the slightest chance they would want
-you--; you're nothing special. Completely average looking for
a human, you could run naked across a landing pad and no one
would remember you. Brown hair, kept short except for your
Padawan braid, which nearly reaches past your hips: average.
Brown eyes: average. Just under 2 meters tall: average. Gods,
even your Jedi powers are nothing more than average!
And Kenobi and Jinn are so way above average, it's not even
funny.
You pick up your equipment bag, and a datapad clatters to the
floor. Curious, you pick it up and turn it on. Your mouth opens
in shock, before curling into a smile as you read the message:
"Meet us in the Gardens again tonight. And this time, don't be
so shy."
end
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