Obi-Wan hummed a quiet tune to himself. It had been a
productive day. He and his Master had completed a successful
mission, and were the toast of the temple.
Perhaps there can be more between us.
He drew a bath. The water was soft. Obi-Wan sprinkled scented
oil over the surface, watching it bead and blend to a milky
texture.
Do I dare approach him boldly? We've danced around this
topic many times. I suspect he desires me with equal fire. How
to bring it out?
He smiled to himself. Perhaps I should add flower
petals.
"Obi-Wan."
He turned. Qui-Gon stood in the entranceway, tall and powerful.
The muscled frame was barely covered by a midlength robe.
Obi-Wan could distinctly see several...interesting bulges.
Correction. There WILL be more between us.
The handsome features smiled. "What are you staring at? I
thought you had fallen into the tub."
"Oh!" Obi-Wan started out of his fixation. He stood, bowing
slightly. "My apologies, I was a bit...introspective."
"Hmm" Qui-Gon curled a grin. "Sounds serious. About what?"
Obi-Wan approached him slowly. "Choices" his voice was soft.
The smile disappeared. Qui-Gon held out a hand. "Desist. I know
where this is going."
"Not far enough. I desire thee" emerald eyes were hot.
"We have discussed this."
"You are so fine" Obi-Wan was nearly on top of him.
"Padawan!"
"Am I reckless?"
"Very. And brazen. You know the Code."
Obi-Wan eyed him deliberately through long lashes. "It's
difficult, you know. We love each other, and to be so close and
not touch-"
"You presume too much!" Qui-Gon abruptly stalked past him,
towards the tub.
Stopping at the tile's edge, he seemed to consider. "But you
have done well, Obi-Wan. The bath is drawn perfectly. This
fragrance however is..."
Obi-Wan came up behind him. "Do you like it? It is a special
spice..."
"It better not be an aphrodesiac! I know your tricks."
Obi-Wan feigned indifference. "Master, I am not that
undisciplined. But-"
"-I would bathe now. You may leave" the broad back turned away
again.
Obi-Wan stood stubbornly. "I cannot be dismissed here. I am in
attendance and must see to your needs."
Qui-Gon was aghast. "You...are insolent" the brilliant blue
eyes were ice. "Perhaps I will assign you additional duties."
"Master, let me" Obi-Wan said softly, sensuously. He reached
out, sliding the robe from the ample shoulders.
The room temperature went up a few degrees. Obi-Wan openly
stared at the strong body, muscled in perfection and
porportion. Jade eyes repeatedly roamed low.
Qui-Gon stood transfixed at the beauty in front of him. Prickly
heat rose on his skin. We are both mad.
Wordlessly he turned and climbed into the steaming water.
Obi-Wan watched him.
Qui-Gon didn't turn around as he immersed himself. "Stay where
you are."
Obi-Wan froze. He holds me at arms' length, but can't send
me away.
Qui-Gon settled in, leaning back. Long brown hair trailed into
the water, a shimmering tail.
Obi-Wan watched as it clung wetly. I want him. Now.
"Your shields are abysmal" Qui-Gon told him.
Obi-Wan decided to change the subject temporarily. "Master, you
can't reach your back. Let me-"
"Can I trust you?" Qui-Gon still wouldn't turn to face him.
"Again I remind you of the Code. We are Master and padawan,
nothing more. And it will remain thus."
Green eyes flashed a challenge. "So you say, Master. But let me
reach your back nonetheless."
Qui-Gon was slow to answer. "You have ever been a dutiful
padawan. Therefore I have no objections. But remember what I
said."
Obi-Wan went over to the wall rack collecting washcloths,
towels, and a soap bar. He rolled up his leisure pants as he
settled behind Qui-Gon at the edge of the recessed tub. His
legs dangled in the water.
"Lean back a little, please."
"Obi-Wan. A Jedi cannot toss aside the tenets so lightly."
"I know, Master. You must move closer."
Qui-Gon shifted back a little. Obi-Wan began slowly, pouring
soap onto the washcloth.
Don't know how long I can control myself.
"I suggest you try" Qui-Gon snapped. "You are broadcasting like
a beacon."
Obi-Wan pulled back momentarily. "Heat rises, Master."
"Enough!!"
Obi-Wan proceeded slowly. Sculpted hands moved over the wide
back, softly scrubbing over the shoulders. Qui-Gon tilted his
head to the side. Obi-Wan gently sudsed his neck.
His skin is so soft.
He gathered lather in both hands, slabbing it over the scalp,
massaging it in. Qui-Gon moaned, liking the attention. The warm
steam had them both glistening.
"Oh, Obi. That feels wonderful" his eyes were closing.
Obi-Wan was tempted, but held back. Not yet, love.
He lifted the soapy tail away from the neck, kneading along the
base of the skull. Qui-Gon sighed, turning his head a little.
"I may have been too harsh, belov-" he stopped abruptly.
"Say" Obi-Wan whispered in his ear. "Please."
Qui-Gon sat up alertly then. "My mistake, Obi-Wan. A slip of
the tongue, merely."
"Can I borrow your tongue?" Obi-Wan breathed quietly.
A pause. "You are out of line!"
Obi-Wan leaned into him. "And you are out of
excuses...Qui-Gon."
"Leave! Enough of this."
"Turn and throw me out. Why won't you look at me?"
Because I don't trust myself. Qui-Gon thought.
"We have never been at an impasse in our relationship. Do not
force a situation where separate quarters will be assigned."
Bold, Obi-Wan brushed silky lips along the strong shoulders,
kneading his palms over the rippling back.
Qui-Gon spun, splashing water everywhere. He grabbed Obi-Wan,
dragging him into the tub.
They looked in each other's eyes..
Qui-Gon said nothing. He stared at the lovely face with high
cheekbones. Shimmering, spiky hair. Plump, ruddy lips. The
lush, muscled body. And eyes as green as the sea...
Obi-Wan said nothing. He stared at the strong features and
aquiline nose. The impossible mane of hair, silky with sheen.
The comely flesh. And eyes as blue as the cloudless sky...
They moved, as one. Without thought. Lips touched sweetly,
tasting flavor at first. Tongues slipped together, twisting
with mounting heat.
Qui-Gon ripped off Obi-Wans' soaked tunic. Wild kisses down the
silky throat. Obi-Wan licked along the bearded jawline.
"Oh yes, beloved" Qui-Gon panted as he rained kisses on
Obi-Wans' shoulders.
Obi-Wan groaned. "So long...wanted thee..."
Obi-Wan gathered soap in his hands, working it over the big
body. Hands spreading foam over the chest, peaking suds over
velvet nipples. Sighing, Qui-Gon lay back as Obi-Wan worked
him, pulling his cock under the suds. The spiky head ducked
underwater and sucked him. The sensations were exquisite.
Qui-Gon moaned loudly, arching and rolling, splashing water
everywhere.
Obi-Wan pushed into him with three fingers, pressing hard as he
blew him underwater.
Qui-Gon grimaced in pleasure, hips jerking as water and
soapsuds flailed in the air. He slid lower and lower, shouting
Obi-Wans' name...
...And disappeared into the suds himself. Opening his eyes
underwater he saw a most beautiful sight. Obi-Wan deep
throating him, watching him. The spiky hair shifted and moved,
the padawan braid waved sinuously in the water...
//You are so beautiful. You drive me mad.//
/Love, I want to feel you. I'm going to burst./
//Come, sit on me! Now!!//
Obi-Wan curled his tongue at him. /Poseidon./
He pulled his fingers out. Qui-Gon bucked, nearly coming. A
milky trail slithered from his cock. Obi-Wan moved toward him,
turning and sitting in his lap. He pulled his cheeks wide,
sliding down on the thick shaft.
The water made it easier. Qui-Gon slid up to the hilt, reaching
around to pump Obi-Wan. The lovely cock pulsed. The other hand
snaked high, pulling the soft nipples.
//Come with me, love...//
/Oh yes. Now!/
Qui-Gon wiggled against the lush behind, but soon lost control.
Obi-Wan was gone. They thrashed wildly underwater, minds
twining in ecstasy even as their bodies wracked in pleasure.
Qui-Gon yanked hard on Obi-Wan, even as his own cock spilled
from the gripping tightness. Obi-Wan fired out, spewing thick
cream that sank into the water.
They burst up through the suds as their orgasm subsided.
"Ghods!!" Qui-Gon yelled. He fell back against the tubs' edge.
Obi-Wan collapsed against him, head thrown back. They gasped
and shivered, gleaming and wet.
"My beautiful Obi" Qui-Gon whispered in his ear, stroking the
wet skin. "I feel so...whole."
"Did...we bond? Like a drug..."
//I feel you, my love.//
/And I, as well./
Qui-Gon attempted to settle his mind. "Obi, we shouldn't have
done this. The Code...I am a hypocrite."
Obi-Wan turned his head a little. "No. It would have been
hypocrasy to deny what was meant to be. Why did you resist what
we both wanted?"
Qui-Gon held him tightly. "You know why. If our bond is
discovered...you know the consequences. I couldn't allow myself
to think of the possibilities."
"And now that it's happened?"
Soft nuzzle. "I don't care. I should, but-"
Obi-Wan rolled over to face him. "But what?"
Qui-Gon held his face. Blue eyes blazed with lust. "Force, you
make my soul burn. I can think of nothing else!"
Red lashes fanned. The plump lips were moist and wet. "Kiss me,
then. Forget everything else."
Qui-Gon lunged, hungry for that mouth again. Tongues sloshed
noisily as the two kissed until they were out of breath. They
pulled off, gasping for air.
"By the force, I can't get enough of you" Qui-Gon panted. "I
will carry you out of this bath and drag you to bed. Now."
Obi-Wan licked his throat. "We belong to each other now. Let
this night end with our heart's desire."
"Yesss" eyes lidded, Qui-Gon lifted his lover out of the water.
They blotted each other dry with towels. Slow strokes had them
clutching in heat once again.
Obi-Wan glowed. "To the bedroom, love. Now!"
Qui-Gon flushed, kissing a smooth cheek. "Do you know how hot
you are?"
Obi-Wan eyed him low. "As hot as our honeymoon will be. Come."
"Obi. Eventually our love will be challenged by the Council,
you know this."
A finger on his lips. "Do they need to know? A battle for
another day, lover."
Qui-Gon grabbed him. "To Sith with the Council. When I am done
with you, they'll cast me out of the order twice."
Sweet lips silenced further thought as Obi-Wan dragged him to
the bedroom.
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