Archive: Master and Apprentice, yes! Anyone else who feels like
taking it, go right ahead, but let my name tag along with the
fic.
Warnings: Second verse, same as the first! Little bit sillier,
little bit worse! (Well, no, not really, but I couldn't
resist!)
Summary: Sequel to Chill Zone: The silly smarminess continues,
only a lot more so.
Disclaimer: Seeing as how I don't want to get the pants sued
off me, which would destroy the whole world, and that would
just stink, I'll state that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are
George Lucas', as well as any other Star Wars related thingies
that happen to pop up in here. Although, I do wish that I could
get hold o' Qui-Gon ... (pouts and mutters, "Nobody cares about
my feelings!")
Feedback: Arf, I say. rogue10@hotmail.com
Dedications: I don't dedicate my stuff a whole lot, but these
CZ fics have inspired two as of this writing. This one is
dedicated to all those wonderful and lovely people who
surprised the Stripe off me by mailing me post haste and
pestering - ah, um, I mean asking nicely (yeah, that's
it! =) - for this sequel. Dark Angel, Eiluned, Eshva, Jera,
Linda Yu, OddJob103, Phil Leong, and, of course, Sneezer222!
Thanks to all of you; you'll never know just how much ya perked
me up with all those requests. (wildly happy grin)
Obi-Wan shrieked with laughter as he dodged Qui-Gon's attack.
It was late morning on the sixth day of their winter vacation,
and Obi-Wan had started making some pies. Qui-Gon had watched
him, talking with him and making him laugh, and then had asked
if Obi-Wan would let him help. Startled at first, Obi-Wan had
gaped at him and then asked his master if he knew anything
about baking. Qui-Gon had come up with quite a few hilarious
comments that had reduced the Padawan to quivering laughter,
and then Obi-Wan had agreed to let him help so long as he did
as Obi-Wan told him to do, and when. The older man had agreed
with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, and they had begun
baking, right after he had changed into an old shirt.
Now they were having a flour fight. Qui-Gon had, while they
were sprinkling the flour on the table for dough rolling, been
unable to resist daubing some of it on the younger man's nose.
When Obi-Wan had blinked at him in surprise, his eyes wide, his
Padawan braid tossed back over his shoulder, with the tip of
his nose completely white, Qui-Gon had started laughing and
teased his young lover that he made for a poor Arctic
Taun-Taun. Then Obi-Wan had surprised his lover by plunging his
hands into the flour and then reaching up to take gentle hold
of Qui-Gon's cheeks. He gently shook the older man's head from
side to side, rubbing the flour into his beard, as Obi-Wan
replied that he'd make an excellent Wampa if he'd pack on a few
pounds.
That had set Qui-Gon off and now Obi-Wan laughed as he dodged
the handful of flour the taller man flung at him. "Qui-Gon,
stop! We'll never get these pies made if you continue carrying
- ack! Pfuh!" Obi-Wan spit out the flour that had landed in his
mouth after Qui-Gon tossed another handful at him. Drawing
himself up to his full height, Obi-Wan mock-glared at his
master and said sternly, "If you do not desist, I shall be
forced to whack you with a spatula."
The older man stared at his lover and then began laughing,
leaning his arms on the table and bracing his head on them as
he shook with laughter. Oh, his devious little imp was funny.
He loved the way Obi-Wan could make him laugh with just a
glance or a quip. Suddenly, he had the feeling he was exposed
from all sides and he quickly leaned up, but he wasn't quick
enough to avoid the swat to his hindquarters the younger man
landed on him with the promised spatula.
He caught Obi-Wan's wrists and held him gently as he
mock-frowned at the boy.
"Not too bad, Obi-Wan. But if you don't want me to retaliate in
kind, you'd better be careful where you swat." As he spoke, he
let go of his lover's wrists to slide his hands down behind the
smaller man to cup his buttocks. He watched Obi-Wan's eyes go
wide, his lips parting as he stilled in Qui-Gon's grasp. The
older man gave his beautiful lover a small smile, then lifted
his hands and swatted his buttocks just as hard as his
apprentice had his master's, which hadn't been all that hard at
all.
Obi-Wan let out a yelp at the sudden, unexpected sting and then
he ran after Qui-Gon, who wisely turned and raced for the front
door when he saw the gleam of retribution in his blue-gray
eyes.
He never even made it out of the kitchen.
The younger man caught the older around the waist and Qui-Gon
grabbed the doorframe, the two of them lurching to a stop and
swinging down and around with the momentum. Then Obi-Wan
managed to get his feet under him and hauled both himself and
his lover upright, grappling with the taller, muscular man as
he attempted to tickle the daylights out of Qui-Gon. Said
Master then turned the fight to his advantage, twisted around
in Obi-Wan's arms, and began tickling back.
Shrieking and squirming, Obi-Wan wriggled and tried to break
free, but Qui-Gon held him fast until final they ended up
pressed against each other, laughing and breathless.
Qui-Gon looked down into his laughing, lovely imp's face, and
his senses were swamped with a wave of lust and love. As he
watched, Obi-Wan's mirth subsided as he sensed the rising heat
of Qui-Gon's emotions, and those sparkling blue- gray eyes
darkened as his own need rose to meet his lover's. With no
further hesitation, Qui-Gon leaned down and captured Obi-Wan's
warm, willing mouth, kissing the younger man luxuriously,
deeply, as he walked him back towards the table. With a quick
sweep of his arm, he brushed the surface to make certain
nothing was on it that would get broken or squished. Flour went
flying in every direction, but he didn't care as he lifted
Obi-Wan slightly and then set the squirming young man down,
pressing him flat to the surface.
Obi-Wan moaned and lifted his legs, wrapping them around his
lover's hips, wrapping his arms around Qui-Gon's shoulders and
drawing the older man deeper into their kiss. He shivered hard
as large, graceful hands swept up and down his torso, stroking
his over-sensitized skin. he gasped as his lover tore his mouth
free and nibbled and sucked his way down Obi-Wan's neck,
nipping at his collarbones and then laving a trail down to his
nipples, sucking hungrily on first one, then the other. Obi-Wan
was wearing only a pair of loose winter training pants, and
they and Qui-Gon's were the only barricades between their
throbbing cocks, which pulsed against each other with need.
Groaning as he shifted his hips to rub against the older man,
Obi-Wan burrowed his hands under Qui-Gon's tunic to stroke the
long, muscular back.
Qui-Gon shivered hard and then leaned up long enough to pull
his tunic roughly over his head. His hair spread out in
different directions, wild and tangled, and he stared fiercely
down at his young lover. His burning indigo gaze capturing the
stormy blue-gray eyes below him, he very slowly and
deliberately loosened the ties of his trousers and opened them
so that his large, heavy cock could fall free. His smile was
smug and possessive when his lover licked his lips and sighed
shakily, reaching out to stroke and pet his erection lightly,
then demandingly brought Qui-Gon's hands to his own trousers.
With the same slow precision, Qui-Gon opened Obi-Wan's trousers
and with no warning, shifted back and bent further to take the
younger man's straining erection deep into his mouth. Obi-Wan's
torso arched up off the table as he let out a loud shout of
startled pleasure, and then he dropped back again, reaching
down and gripping his lover's head to anchor himself as Qui-Gon
put him through the most divine and unspeakable torture with
only his mouth.
Straightening after thoroughly wetting Obi-Wan's cock, Qui-Gon
bent again and pressed his chest to Obi-Wan's, hungrily taking
his mouth again. Their erections met, skin to skin, and they
both moaned deep in their throats at the pleasure of it.
Obi-Wan again wrapped his arms and legs about his lover and
master and arched his hips up hard, stroking Qui-Gon's cock
with his own. A low growl rumbled in the older man's chest, and
he reacted instinctively, thrusting hard against the body
beneath him, and they both began to arch and surge in the
age-old, sensual dance of pleasure.
Obi-Wan thought that he was certainly going to suffocate before
long but he didn't care, because all that mattered was that
Qui-Gon was loving him, making love to him, and kissing him
with a hunger and skill that he reveled in. He moved gradually
faster as his climax built within him, sensing Qui-Gon's
building as well, and then the older man released his mouth and
pulled back slightly, never stopping the grinding motion of his
hips. Obi-Wan opened his eyes and met the intense blue gaze of
his lover.
Neither of them said a word, but all the love they felt for one
another, the pleasure, was shared in that heated look. Moments
later, Obi-Wan let his head fall back as a beatific smile
spread across his face, and he held his lover close, his eyes
closing as he cried out Qui-Gon's name as he shuddered and
convulsed in the throes of his ecstasy. Only seconds behind
him, Qui-Gon's hands fisted on the table and he threw his head
back and howled Obi-Wan's name as his own orgasm ripped through
him, leaving him shaking and panting atop his young lover and
the table.
They stayed still for long moments until finally, Qui-Gon
lifted himself up with a groan, then shakily stood the rest of
the way. When he was upright, he pulled Obi-Wan up into a
sitting position. The younger man rolled up languidly, smiling
with contented laziness, and when he was up, he draped his arms
loosely around his master's neck and grinned at him
mischievously.
Qui-Gon looked down at him, then started to chuckle. The
chuckles built gradually until he was sincerely laughing out
loud, and Obi-Wan indulged him, waiting patiently. When Qui-Gon
closed his eyes and turned his face away slightly to control
his snickers, Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow and said, "Something
amuses you, Qui-Gon?"
The older man fought to bring his laughter under control and
then said, "You, love. You're covered in flour!"
"Ah," Obi-Wan murmured, his voice near to a purr that made
Qui-Gon shiver with delight. "So, you're saying I look like a
pastry in the making?"
"Possibly." Qui-Gon's smile was affectionately teasing.
Obi-Wan's answering smile was positively wicked. "Then don't
you suppose you'd better eat me, Master-mine?"
Qui-Gon's jaw dropped open at the seductive innuendo, and then
his eyes filled with heat and he grinned down at his young
lover. "Actually, my Padawan, I'm fairly well covered in it, as
well. I was thinking we should bathe and get it off before it
starts to itch."
Reaching back behind him, Obi-Wan scooped up a handful of flour
and then pressed his palm to his master's sweaty chest, leaving
his flour-covered imprint directly over Qui-Gon's heart. "So
much for bathing without making love. Ah, well, it was nice to
have had it the once. This time, though, try not to slip on the
tiles, hmm?"
A few moments later, a laughing Padawan went racing through the
house and up the stairs, an equally high-spirited Master right
on his heels.
"Only you, Master."
"What?"
Obi-Wan grinned back at the older man. "You do not fool
me with that 'little innocent Qui-Gon' look of yours, Master.
Yank the other braid, it plays Corellian bar songs!"
Qui-Gon snorted and tried to contain his grin, finally
succeeding. Then he turned a bland, deceptive look on his
student and lover. "This is not a difficult exercise, Obi-Wan.
And there is no reason why we cannot do these. It's like I
said; we may be on vacation, but we do not have to abandon
everything."
"Including hope?"
"And just what are you hoping for?" There was a moment's pause,
and then Qui- Gon added, "If you continue to grin at me like
that, Obi-Wan, I'm not so certain I should ever let you play
cards with me and Masters Windu and Yoda."
The younger man sighed and turned back to the pristine
landscape. "Very well. Speaking of our esteemed Masters, let me
get on with this exercise of snow sculpting using only the
Force and my imagination."
"Oh, this ought to be good," Qui-Gon taunted, only to
find a sheet of powdery white winging its way towards his face
with a flick of Obi-Wan's Force manipulation. He laughed as he
ducked away from it, then motioned for Obi-Wan to begin.
Concentrating, the young man began to gather the Force around
him and then used it to gather up the snow they stood in. He
packed it tightly as he built the snow up high, until he had a
short, medium-wide column of snow in front of him. He began
sculpting absently; a flow of robe here, the length of a
walking stick there, and then the head began taking shape.
As Qui-Gon watched, Master Yoda's features became delineated,
set in the mystically mulish expression most everyone in the
Jedi ranks were familiar with. Qui-Gon smiled with approval,
and then his eyebrows winged up to his hairline as he watched
the ears... "Padawan?"
"Yes, Master?" Obi-Wan sounded as unconcerned and sober as if
they were watching a bird fly on a balmy spring morning.
"Is there any particular reason you have Yoda's ears tied above
his head with a hair thong, and a hoop earring through one of
them?"
"Don't you like it? I suppose the earring is a bit much,
though."
"Yes, it-"
"A hoop would be too much weight, drag his ears down. A stud
would do better." So saying, the snow sculpture shifted a bit
and a perfect crystalline sphere sat in the tip of the ear.
Qui-Gon squeezed his eyes shut and counted to ten. He swallowed
hard and took a deep, steadying breath. Then he opened his eyes
and looked at the sculpture yet again. He glanced over at
Obi-Wan, and the younger man flashed him a wide, wild grin.
The Master lost it. As his Padawan and the Yoda sculpture
looked on, Qui-Gon doubled over, his laughter ringing around
the snow-covered plateau.
Obi-Wan snickered and then continued on, doing a sculpture of
each of the Council Members. By the time he was done, Qui-Gon
was sitting in a heap in the snow, clutching his
laughter-cramped stomach as he looked over the frosty
assemblage.
Mace Windu's sculpture had the dark-skinned, austere Jedi
trussed up in his usual impassive expression and an open,
billowy-sleeved top, a short skirt, fishnet hose, and ten inch
heels.
Adi Gallia was in her usual pose of direct gaze, hands on hips.
Only her multi- tailed cloth cap that covered her head stood
straight out on end in four different directions.
Ki-Adi-Mundi had a wide-brimmed hat on his binary head and a
handlebar mustache that was almost as big as his face.
Depa Billaba wore her usual serene expression and a gangster
suit usually sported by the renowned Rembla Prime Mob.
Yarael Poof wore a ribbon tied in a huge bow around his long,
long neck.
Eeth Koth sported his usual small, welcoming smile and what
appeared to be candle-flames rising from the tips of his horns.
Oppo Rancisis's fur was puffed out so that he looked like a
giant cotton-ball.
Even Piell had on children's clothing and a row of hoop
earrings hanging from each ear.
Yaddle had a pair of huge, human lips shaped in a wide grin.
Saesee Tiin wore a set of thermal underwear and bunny slippers
on his feet.
And Plo Koon appeared to be playing a Cat's Cradle game between
his tusks.
Finally, Qui-Gon kept his eyes closed as he panted for breath.
When he had relative control over his breathing again, he said,
"Padawan, please wipe the sculptures away."
Obi-Wan grinned and quickly imploded each of his sculptures,
then squatted next to his master and said, "Okay, you can look
now. So, was it what you wanted, Master?"
Qui-Gon cracked open his eyes and glanced up at his Padawan,
his heart stirring as it always did at the visual happiness on
that beautiful face. "Not precisely, but knowing you, it's what
I should have expected."
"Have I become that predictable? I should do something about
that, or you're apt to get bored with me fairly soon," Obi-Wan
lamented, sighing and shaking his head.
The Master snorted and hauled himself to his feet, brushing off
his robes. "Obi-Wan Kenobi and Predictable. Somehow, those are
words that just don't go together, my Padawan."
"Really? Good. So what words do go with Obi-Wan Kenobi?" the
Padawan asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Hmm, let's see. Stubborn is usually frequent. As is Sarcastic.
And Intelligent. Strong, Impatient, and Forceful are also
available. You grew out of Inattentive a while back, so that
doesn't really apply to you anymore. Exasperating works,
especially when you're being Cranky. And of course, Devastating
and Beautiful apply, no question. Witty is another good one, as
is Brave and Caring and Trustworthy. Passionate, without a
doubt. Adaptable, which is good, being a Jedi as you are, as
well as Resourceful. Occasionally you can be Quirky, but more
often than not you're Sexy."
Obi-Wan had crossed his arms during this listing and was
staring at his lover and master with a mixture of exasperation
and fond resignation. Qui-Gon grinned at him, and then stepped
closer, sliding his arms around the younger man. "And while
those are all good, the best words that go with Obi-Wan Kenobi
are..."
"Yes?" the young man prompted.
"Qui-Gon Jinn."
Obi-Wan gasped softly in surprised delight, and then grinned up
at his lover.
Reaching up, he pulled Qui-Gon's head down to his and kissed
the older man deeply and lovingly, humming with pleasure when
the affectionate gesture was returned wholeheartedly.
The embrace began to build heat between them and Qui-Gon pulled
back gently. He stroked his fingertips over Obi-Wan's cheek and
smiled down at him. "Come along, love," he said quietly. "Let's
get back to the cabin. I want to have my way with you."
"You always do, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan said, smiling back, no hint
of remorse in his tone, only deep, abiding love and trust, his
tone and posture giving the subtle promise that he gladly let
it be so between them.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes briefly as pure joy shot through him,
immobilizing him for a few short moments, and then he opened
them again, grinning as he took his lover's hand and began
leading the way back to the cabin.
"How did I let you talk me into this?!"
"Excuse me? Qui-Gon Jinn, bravest and most fearsome warrior in
the Jedi Order, is balking at going sledding?"
"Calling what we're about to do 'sledding' is like calling a
Hutt 'greedy'. Too broad a definition," Qui-Gon replied as he
sat down in the toboggan his apprentice had managed to unearth
in the barn behind the cabin. He arranged his long legs on
either side of the younger man's hips.
Obi-Wan's laughter rang out and the older man smiled in
pleasure at the sound of it. He wrapped his arms tightly around
his lover and squeezed to show his happiness with the younger
man.
"Qui-Gon, you told me you used to go sledding down this hill
when you weren't even four years old!" Obi-Wan said, chuckling.
"Yes, and as I recall, that means you weren't around to steer
it."
"So?"
"So now I'm going to sit here and let you take us on a perilous
journey down a snowy hillside, dodging rocks and trees and
Force knows what else. You, who seems to take much joy in
cutting it close when piloting anything."
"Oh, come on, Qui-Gon. You know as well as I do that any crash
you can walk away from is a good one."
"Yes, and walking away without crashing is even better."
Obi-Wan sighed in slight exasperation. "Do you or don't you
trust me? You once told me, not too long ago, that you'd follow
me into hell and back."
"Apparently hell has frozen over because it looks like that's
exactly what I'm about to do."
The younger man snickered for a few long moments, and then
said, "Well, then, down we go ... into Dismemberment Gorge."
"That's it, stop the sled, I want off!" Qui-Gon muttered,
shifting to get up.
"We haven't even started yet, you big sissy. Sit down." Obi-Wan
grabbed hold of a sturdy ankle and yanked.
"Sissy? Sissy?!" Qui-Gon growled, only partially
feigning insult. He settled down grudgingly, however, when
adoring blue-gray eyes with a teasing glimmer glanced back over
a muscular shoulder, and a hand stroked lovingly down his arm.
Qui-Gon huffed a breath and finally said in his best, unruffled
tone, "Very well. Lead on, Padawan."
In a voice loaded with subtle gleeful slyness, Obi-Wan replied,
"Yes, Master."
Oh, sweet Force, Qui-Gon groaned as he recognized the
tone, and then braced himself. A moment later and they were
winging down the hillside with a Force push from Obi-Wan.
The hill was actually most of the way further up the mountain.
Qui-Gon had agreed to go sledding with Obi-Wan only if the
younger man was willing to earn his compliance by testing his
stamina and endurance on a particularly chilly day during their
vacation. Agreeing readily, they had then hiked up most of the
mountain to a spot the older man barely remembered being taken
to when he was a youngster, just before being found on Search.
With dexterous control, for someone who hadn't been sledding
since he was fourteen, Obi-Wan steered them around the trees
and rocks in the way, keeping their path as smooth and straight
as possible. Qui-Gon loosened up and actually laughed when they
went over small bumps and through curving dips, enjoying
himself.
Eventually, they came to the stop point Qui-Gon remembered and
he sighed, preparing for slowing down and stopping. "Ah, thank
you, Padawan. That was quite fun. In fact, I - Obi-Wan?"
"Yes, Qui-Gon?" the younger man replied, a hint of laughter in
his voice.
"Shouldn't we be stopping now? The stop point is only a few
hundred yards away."
"Actually, the cabin is about another forty-five minutes ride
down the mountain, Qui-Gon. Sit back and enjoy the ride."
"Padawan, you cannot be serious! This is reckless, and-"
The older man sensed a flash of exasperation along their bond
and heard it in his young lover's voice when Obi-Wan snapped,
"Qui-Gon, do you trust me or not?"
He struggled for a few moments before replying carefully, "I
do, Obi-Wan, but-"
"No buts, Qui-Gon. I won't intentionally endanger us by
continuing if it appears we're getting in over our heads, but
for now, why not keep going? It's better than hiking back down
and freezing our toes off," Obi-Wan said.
Qui-Gon watched as the stop point flashed by and they kept
going. "Too late to argue about it now," he grumbled
grudgingly, tightening his hold. "Very well, Obi-Wan. Do your
worst."
Obi-Wan chuckled softly and replied, "No, my Qui-Gon; only the
best for you."
The older man relented totally, then, relaxing and trusting in
his lover and the Force to get them safely back to the cabin.
And Obi-Wan did. With great skill, he narrowly skirted trees,
kept them upright as they rounded hidden boulders, using his
Force senses to locate hidden objects that could potentially
damage them and terminate their ride.
Finally, after long, enjoyable moments that Qui-Gon had to
admit had his adrenaline up and running in a pleasant manner,
the cabin was in view. He grinned to himself and waited as they
veered toward the barn. Just when they were coming up on a
snowdrift, Qui-Gon wrapped his arms tightly about Obi-Wan's
lean frame and then gave a not so subtle Force yank that
flipped them over, capsizing them and rolling them over and
over through the snow.
The younger man let out a surprised yell that echoed around the
plateau as he and his master plowed through the snowdrift with
their tumbling bodies. Finally, they came to a stop, lying side
by side and panting as they gazed at each other.
Obi-Wan watched those beautiful blue eyes darken, Qui-Gon's
hand coming up to touch and trace his cheek in an unmistakable
gesture, and he froze minutely. He obeyed the slight pressure
when that hand moved to cup the back of his head, pulling him
forward. His mouth open, he met his lover's kiss with greedy
enthusiasm tempered by love. It wasn't ravenous, but it was
suffused with warmth; warmth that he felt from head to toes and
made him shiver and tingle all over.
Finally, Qui-Gon pulled away, his eyes drilling into his
Padawan's. "Bed," he growled softly. "Inside. Bed. Now."
"Yes," Obi-Wan breathed, reaching out to touch his love's cheek
lightly, watching those eyes burn brighter.
The young man got to his feet and began walking toward the
cabin. He knew that, although he had heard no sound, his lover
and master had risen and begun following him. He could feel
that contained, intense passion burning behind him, driving him
like a blazing inferno, one that he longed to burn in.
He entered the cabin, any snow he had gathered on his person
melting and running off him in rivulets, and he shrugged out of
his jacket and gloves and hat, hanging them up to dry, then
shucked out of his boots and socks as well. And all without
turning around to look behind him. He knew that if something of
his needed to be placed and he couldn't do it, a large,
graceful hand would take it and do it for him.
In tunics and thermals and pants, he started to walk forward,
toward the stairs, and stopped at a light touch to the center
between his shoulder-blades, a silent command to halt. He did
so and said large, graceful hands reached around in front of
him and began plucking at the ties to his belt and tunics.
Obi-Wan caught the idea and further disrobed, listening to the
rustle of fabrics behind him, feeling the heat increase as his
lover's skin was bared, until he was completely naked. He stood
completely still, feeling the lash of the heated gaze stroking
up and down his bare body, and he straightened up
imperceptibly, preening subtly. Only then did he feel that
light, commanding touch again, this time telling him to
continue forward.
Obi-Wan did so and walked through the house and up the stairs,
slowly, until he stood in their bedroom. He heard nothing
behind him; his only reassurance that someone was there was the
intense heat he felt behind him. When they arrived at the
bedroom, he stopped and stayed completely still again.
Total silence for endless minutes and finally he heard his
lover's voice, rough and deep and growling. "Close your eyes."
Obeying instantly, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and then inhaled a
shuddering breath when he felt fingertips ghost down his skin,
stroking his shoulders and shoulder blades and back and
buttocks and thighs lovingly, if passionately. Down to his
calves, his ankles, and as Qui-Gon straightened, Obi-Wan felt
the older man's hair brush against the curves of his ass, and
he twisted, moaning softly. He heard his lover give a low,
almost growly intake of breath, and then the taller man stood
in front of him, his heat radiating against the younger man's,
calling out a possessive demand.
Lifting his hands slowly towards the unseen presence of his
master, Obi-Wan said softly, "Yes, love. Oh, yes, please!"
Qui-Gon swooped down on him, taking the young, sweet mouth with
fiery need, crushing the smaller frame against him as
permission was given, for he would not take unless Obi-Wan
freely gave. He feasted on the open, anxious mouth, the swollen
lips, and then hungrily kissed his way down the long, arched
neck, the muscular torso, and the ribbed abdomen. Kept going
until he was taking the swollen length of Obi-Wan's cock into
his hot, hungry mouth and suckled firmly. He moved up and down
medium fast and then slowly, with just enough pressure, and
listened as his young lover let out a passionate cry and arched
his hips forward.
The older man stood, staring down into his lover's beautiful,
frantic, upturned face, his eyes still closed. Reaching out, he
pulled Obi-Wan forward, then moved aside and helped the younger
man down until Obi-Wan realized the position Qui-Gon wanted him
to be in. Moving quickly, he knelt on his knees and elbows,
lowering his head to his arms even as he thrust his hips up
into the air, spreading his legs wide in open invitation for a
hard, fast taking.
Qui-Gon accepted.
Kneeling behind the young man, he used the Force to snatch
their oil off the bedside table. He generously lathered his
cock, then, with dripping fingers, he roughly and quickly
prepared Obi-Wan to take him. When the younger man was moaning
and writhing on his hand, he pulled away and then scooted
closer until the head of Qui-Gon's cock was pressed tightly
against Obi-Wan's opening.
Leaning down, Qui-Gon draped himself over Obi-Wan's back until
he could grip the curved join of shoulder and neck with his
teeth. Tightening his grip slightly, he held the younger man
still and thrust hard inside, slowing as his full length
reached as far inside the tight, hot passage as it could go.
Obi-Wan cried out hoarsely, throwing his head back, reaching
back to tangle his fingers in Qui-Gon's hair, yanking hard in
passionate demand. His thoughts scattered, his jaw unhinged,
and he began to babble helplessly. "Yes! Oh, gods, yes, please!
Qui-Gon, do it! Do it! Now! Please, do it! Do it to me! Move!
Hard, fast, ple-oh ... oh, yes! Yes, now! Please, love you,
yes, yesyesyesyesyes...!"
Qui-Gon moaned low in his throat, tears scalding his eyes at
the amount of heat and passion they were generating between
them, and complied with his lover's demands. He thrust hard and
fast into the young man beneath him, dropping his hips low and
angling upwards to stroke the sensitive gland inside with each
thrust. He was aware that Obi-Wan had lost the ability to
speak, and was now crying out and sobbing with his passion.
Reaching beneath his frantic young lover, he took Obi-Wan's
cock in his slickened hand and stroked ruthlessly as he moved
rhythmically, hard and fast still, into him, feeling his orgasm
building like a geyser within his own body.
Obi-Wan cried out at the hard pace, the rough touch, and the
love and lust emanating from his lover. It was all too much and
he bucked and writhed as he howled his climax. Just before
darkness overtook him from the sensual overload to his system,
he screamed, "Qui-Gon!" and then slumped limply to the bed.
Qui-Gon's control shattered as Obi-Wan twisted beneath him,
causing the most delightfully wicked pleasure, and then the
younger man's muscles contracted around him as he orgasmed.
Qui-Gon shuddered as he lunged into his young lover once,
twice, again, and then bucked violently as he gave in to his
own climax. Shuddering, convulsively thrusting, he pumped his
seed into the trembling, limp body beneath him, gasping
Obi-Wan's name.
He lay there, trembling atop his lover's body, waiting to
regain enough strength to roll off the younger man at least,
but found he could not. It surprised him, but between one
heartbeat and the next, he found himself sliding into a deep,
exhausted slumber.
Qui-Gon awoke a little while later and realized that he was
still atop Obi-Wan, and still nestled inside him. He winced,
realizing that it was going to be slightly painful for either
of them to move, even with use of the Force to lubricate his
withdrawal.
He heard a muffled muttering coming from the pillow and he
sighed, smiled slightly, and then kissed the bare shoulder
closest to him. "Stay still, love," he instructed, and then
reached with the Force, wrapping a soft "sheath" around his
quiescent cock and carefully withdrawing.
Obi-Wan stiffened slightly, then relaxed on a sigh. He rolled
over slowly, groaning slightly, and then nestled himself into
Qui-Gon's arms with a smile, his eyes shining brightly.
"Yeeee-haaa," he drawled softly, then hid his face in the older
man's neck to muffle his giggles.
The older man sighed again, and chuckled ruefully, shaking his
head. "What am I going to do with you, young minx?"
Obi-Wan lifted his head, raising a mock-indignant brow. "Minx?
Me?"
"Minx. You," Qui-Gon replied, grinning, as he tapped the tip of
Obi-Wan's nose with his finger.
"You do know what a minx is, don't you?"
"Of course I do. Why else would I call you that?"
"You think I'm a hussy?"
"No, I don't think you're a hussy. But I do think you're very
saucy, and hot sauce, at that. Quite enjoyable," Qui-Gon
leered, with a teasing wink.
"Hmmm ... well, that's okay, then," the younger man said, and
snuggled close again.
"Glad you approve," Qui-Gon smiled, holding his young lover
close. He stroked Obi-Wan's hair gently for a moment, then
said, "So, what would you call me?"
Obi-Wan grinned wildly and wickedly. "Easy-Rider," he promptly
replied, then screeched and slid sideways off the bed, trying
to get away from the merciless fingers that attacked his ribs
with swift retribution.
Qui-Gon leaped up from the bed and chased his young lover all
through the house, the two of them yelling and laughing like
maniacs as they alternately tackled and tickled each other.
They had just wound up on the rug, laughing helplessly as they
sprawled before the fireplace, wrapped in each other's arms,
when Qui- Gon froze, feeling a powerful presence approach.
Obi-Wan stilled as well, then cast out with the Force to sense
what his master had, and then groaned, hiding his face in
Qui-Gon's chest. "Oh, for Force's sake, what do they want now?
We're on vacation! They said we wouldn't be bothered!"
Qui-Gon delivered a small smack to the bare rump close to him
and said gently, "Hush, scamp. We don't know what Mace, Eeth,
and Ki are doing here. Behave yourself before you get us an
assignment we won't particularly like."
Duly chastised, the younger man sighed and then got to his feet
as he said, "Well, they'll be here in a few moments, thanks to
whoever is bringing them up the mountain. We should probably
get dressed."
"What, don't want to surprise them with our naked splendor?"
Qui-Gon teased.
"I haven't mooned anyone before in my life, Qui-Gon; I'm
certainly not going to start with Council Members," Obi-Wan
sassed back.
Qui-Gon laughed and then allowed his lover to help him to his
feet. They disappeared up the stairs and came back down, fully
dressed, in time to go outside and greet the arriving
Councilors.
The three men climbed out of the back of the wagon they had
ridden up in, pulled by a team of mountain animals, driven by a
very old man. When the old man caught sight of them, his mouth
split in a wide, gap-toothed grin and he called out in a strong
voice, "Well, Qui-Gon! Lookitcha, boy! You're all grown up and
then some!"
Smiling, Qui-Gon walked forward, Obi-Wan trailing beside and
slightly behind him, and said, "Ran, good to see you're still
around!"
Ran grinned back and said, "Sure am, youngun, sure am. Entirely
too crusty to wander off just yet. Good thing, huh? These
friends of yours said they needed to get up here, and could
they borrow some mounts? Told 'em to forget about it, and that
I'd bring 'em up myself. Had to stop in and see you, since you
snuck on by me, and is that anyway to treat a neighbor?"
Qui-Gon grinned at the waiting Councilors, who had serene, yet
amused expressions. "Sorry, Ran; I wanted to get up here rather
quickly and show the place off to my young friend here."
Turning, Qui-Gon brought Obi-Wan forward and said, "Randal
Kussteri, meet my apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan, this is
an old family friend, Randal."
"Shoot, son, call me Ran," the old man invited, reaching down
to shake Obi-Wan's hand. "Everyone else does, when they aren't
calling me something unmentionable."
Obi-Wan grinned and shook Ran's hand firmly. "Nice to meet you,
Ran. You can call me Obi. That's what my friends usually
shorten it down to."
"Good thinking; you've got a long one there, don't you?" Ran
replied.
Qui-Gon grinned down at his young lover with a teasing glint in
his eyes. Closer than he knows, love, the older
man sent to Obi-Wan along their bond.
Obi-Wan unobtrusively used the Force to swat Qui-Gon's
backside, keeping an innocent expression on his face, as he
replied via the same method, Behave yourself, or I'll shave
you while you sleep tonight!
I thought you liked my beard?
Who said it would be your beard?
Qui-Gon sent silent indignation through their bond and Obi-Wan
quickly covered his laughter under a cough, hiding his grin in
his hand. Then the younger man grinned up at Ran. "So, you've
known Master Qui-Gon long?"
Ran grinned at the tall Jedi Master and said, "Since he was
knee-high to a icicle. I remember the winter before he got
found by the Jedi, his folks came to visit at my home and
brought him along. To keep him occupied, I took him out and
showed him out to milk the cows in the barn. Never got a lick
of peace during the visit, either, because every five seconds
this young imp of a boy was yelling at me to come see how well
he could squirt!"
Mace Windu spoke up. "Ah, so you're the man Qui-Gon told me
about in the crËche. The one with the really good
squirting animals."
Ran grinned down at the serene, dark brown handsome man. "Told
you about it, huh?"
"Yes, sir. Qui-Gon and I grew up together as friends in the
Temple," Mace replied.
"Please, call me anything but 'sir.' Call me a bastard if you
have to, but don't call me 'sir'," Ran growled, shaking
himself.
"I highly doubt Mace would be so insulting to someone who has
gone out of their way to bring us up here so that we could
visit with our colleague," Eeth Koth said, smiling.
"Wasn't any trouble at all, son," Ran replied with a nod.
Obi-Wan managed to keep his expression serene. He'd never heard
anyone except his master talk so familiarly to a Council Member
before.
"How may we thank you for taking us up the mountain?"
Ki-Adi-Mundi asked calmly.
Ran thought for a moment, then said, "Heck, I don't really
know. I used this as an excuse to come up and harass the
youngun for a bit. That was fun enough!"
Mace and Obi-Wan nodded enthusiastically, then grinned at each
other. Qui-Gon rolled his eyes. Then he sighed and draped his
arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders. "Ran, how's your supply of
Cinara wood?"
"Well, it's fine right now, son, but it'll be getting a mite
low in a couple of months. In fact, you wouldn't still have
that old cutter of your family's still in your barn, would
you?" Ran asked. "Mine's starting to die on me; it's fairly
old, and it's starting to show."
"No, it's not, Ran, but tell you what: you point out the tree
you want, and I'll cut it down and cord it for you," Qui-Gon
offered.
"All by your lonesome, youngun? Jedi tricks work that well?"
"Jedi lightsabers do, and I have mine with me. So does
my apprentice. We'll handle it for you; just let us know when."
"Well, alright then. There's a copse about ten acres south of
my place. I'll mark the tree I want and you can get to it
anytime you want to while you're here."
"Sounds good, Ran." Qui-Gon reached out and shook the older
man's hand, and then the Jedi stepped back to allow him turning
room.
"Y'all have fun up here," Ran called over his shoulder as he
started the drive back down the mountain. "And hey, youngun!
Feel free to come on down and milk the girls anytime! Bring
your boy along with you and teach him!"
Qui-Gon laughed and waved his goodbye, then turned and held out
his hand to his friends. "Mace, Eeth, Ki ... good to see you
three. How's the galaxy been doing?"
The other three Jedi reached out to lay their hands over his
and Mace replied with a grin, "Same old, same old, friend."
Qui-Gon flashed a sly smile. "That bad?"
"Unfortunately," Ki-Adi-Mundi said, rolling his eyes with a wry
grin.
"And we got bored, so we decided to drop in and see how you two
were doing," Eeth added. "Did you know it gets relatively quiet
without you two around?"
"Uh-huh," Qui-Gon muttered, and grinned down at his apprentice
and lover. "Obi- Wan, I'd say we're officially screwed."
They all began laughing, and then Qui-Gon gestured toward the
cabin and said, "Come on in and get warm. Obi-Wan, you wouldn't
mind putting on some cav, would you?"
"No, Master," the younger man replied.
"You're still on vacation, Obi-Wan," Mace stated as they began
walking toward the cabin. "Feel free to relax around us."
Obi-Wan grinned. "Yes, sir, Master Windu."
Mace rolled his eyes at Qui-Gon. "Now I know why your hair went
gray so quickly."
Qui-Gon hugged Obi-Wan to him tighter. "Yes, but I deserve it."
He glanced down to find Obi-Wan grinning up at him. "What?"
"Oh, nothing. Just trying to imagine you as a rambunctious
child, demanding attention," the younger man replied.
"I wasn't always a serene Jedi, Obi-Wan."
"I guess. But it's kind of funny."
"What is?"
His grin stretching wider, Obi-Wan used his best announcer's
voice and said, "How's my milking? Call 1-800-COW-CHIP. First
few squirts are free."
Mace bent nearly double with laughter while Ki and Eeth
snickered. Qui-Gon groaned and then grabbed Obi-Wan by his
waist and then flung him through the air over his shoulder. The
younger man let out a muffled yelp as he landed in the
snowdrift behind them.
"Your name is toast when I get hold of you!" Obi-Wan
called out, laughing, as Qui-Gon and the others went up the
stairs and into the cabin.
"I already have a name, thank you, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon called
back. Then he stood in the doorway and held out his hand,
grinning, and said, "Come inside, scamp, and get dry and warmed
up. Then you can fix the cav and sit with us."
Obi-Wan grinned and shook the snow off as he crawled out of the
snowdrift, then walked up the stairs, taking his lover's hand,
and went inside.
The next day, the Jedi hiked down to the copse where the marked
tree was waiting. The Councilors stood, watching, as Qui-Gon
and Obi-Wan cut down the tree, then cut it up into neat chunks.
Then they all loaded them onto the pallet that was tied to one
of the mounts they'd brought with them, and took it down to
Ran's house, stacking it on the porch. The old man was out in
one of his pastures with his animals, and he waved when he saw
them. The Jedi waved back, then turned and went back up the
mountain.
"It's really very nice up here," Eeth Koth said as they trudged
through the semi-silent snow-covered landscape. He was enjoying
the crisp, clean air and the slight chill made it enjoyable to
be wrapped up in so many layers.
Ki-Adi-Mundi nodded, gazing around, watching birds flit through
the trees. "Quiet and serene, with just a hint of wildness
showing through occasionally.
It helps to explain the way you are, Qui-Gon."
Mace snickered slightly, then said, "I remember that one winter
when we were approaching fifteen, you brought me back home with
you, Qui-Gon. That was a spectacle and a half."
Obi-Wan's curiosity was snagged. "Really? What happened?"
"Well, his father took it upon himself to take the two of us
ice fishing," Mace said. "Of course, two boys, who weren't all
that serene just yet, and entering puberty to boot..."
"I still think Father was having the time of his life, watching
the two of us tripping all over ourselves," Qui-Gon said,
chuckling.
"Oh, sure, but I wasn't the one who fell through the ice
because I couldn't keep my great, gomping legs out of the way
of the bait bucket!"
"Right. You only lost a fight with a fish and got knocked on
your butt with one big slap from its tail!"
Qui-Gon and Mace faced off against each other. Neither one was
angry; in fact, both were grinning. Obi-Wan knew what that
meant.
Turning to Ki and Eeth, he said, "Masters, I would advise us to
seek shelter.
This looks to be a no-shit punch-up brewing up between them."
"Nothing so crude, my Padawan," Qui-Gon muttered over his
shoulder. "Just a true test of speed and accuracy."
Mace blinked, then scowled. "Oh, no, you don't, you...!" He
ducked away from Qui-Gon's first salvo of Force-launched
snowballs, then gathered his own arsenal.
Eeth and Ki looked at each other, then reached out and grabbed
Obi-Wan by an arm each, and the three men bolted for the trees
nearest them, ducking behind them just in time to avoid Mace's
counter-attack.
The snow battle progressed its way up the mountain, eventually
turning into a rag-tag game of catch, heavily machismo-laden,
all five men playing together, and every man for himself.
A ball of heavily-packed snow, held together with the Force,
was being used by them and it was winging its way through the
air as Obi-Wan ran after it. "I got it!" he yelled, grinning.
"I got it!" He leaped up into the air after it.
"That's what you think!" yelled another voice, and the Padawan
found himself tackled by Ki-Adi-Mundi.
"Gahhhh!!" he screeched, and landed face down in the snow. Ki
laughed and heaved himself up onto his feet and went running
after the ball.
Obi-Wan lifted his head to find his master standing in front of
him, grinning down at him. He sneezed the snow particles out of
his nose, and then glared balefully up at the older man and
muttered, "I dode god id."
Qui-Gon laughed, then leaned down and hauled Obi-Wan to his
feet. Then the two of them went chasing after Mace and Eeth,
tag-teaming them, whereupon Qui-Gon got control of the "ball"
and tore off down the plateau, his friends in hot pursuit.
Later, much later, the five men traipsed breathlessly into the
cabin and sank wearily down into chairs and cushions before the
fireplace. Qui-Gon sat in his favorite chair, Obi-Wan sprawled
on the floor between his legs, the sandy head resting on one
knee. The Master grinned at his other friends and said, "Thank
you, my friends. This has been one of the best vacations I've
ever had."
The other three men nodded, and Mace said, "I'm glad we decided
to drop in. We don't have to be at Orianes for another two
days, so we thought it would be a good time to relax before the
big ceremony." He grinned, indicating his amusement at their
relaxation techniques.
"It's still good to be here with all of you," Qui-Gon murmured,
sagging back into his chair, relaxing totally. Idly, he reached
down and stroked Obi-Wan's short, silky hair, reaching down to
tug lightly on braid. He smiled when the younger man reached up
and took hold of his hand, squeezing gently.
The three Councilors exchanged knowing, amused glances with
each other, and then Mace said, "How about some dinner? Then we
can play some cards."
"You mean you can lose at cards," Eeth laughed.
Obi-Wan snickered as the others laughed and he got up, heading
into the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. A moment later,
Qui-Gon had joined him as he began frying up the meat for
meatrolls. The older man pulled out the vegetables and fruit
and other snacks, then came up and stood behind him at the
stove, wrapping his arms around his young lover and resting his
chin on Obi-Wan's shoulder.
"Enjoying yourself, love?" he asked quietly, pressing tiny,
soft kisses to the cloth-covered shoulder.
Obi-Wan smiled and continued to cook. "Yes, I am. It's ...
weird, for lack of a better word, to be playing with
Councilors, but I'm having a good time. They'll be gone day
after tomorrow, and we'll have three days left to ourselves
before we have to go back to officially being Master and
Padawan again."
"Hmm," Qui-Gon muttered distractedly as he began to taste the
skin of Obi-Wan's neck.
The younger man shivered, then purred slightly, arching back
into the taller, broader body behind him. "Stop that," he said,
smiling. "I'm trying to cook, and I'd rather not have to
explain to the Councilors that the reason their food got burnt
is because my master couldn't keep from necking me."
Qui-Gon chuckled and then began nibbling on the younger man's
earlobe. "Fine," he whispered, teasing with his tongue. "I'll
go behave myself. It is nice having a chance to harass Mace
just because I can, and not because I'm disagreeing with yet
another Council decision."
Obi-Wan laughed. "I bet he's enjoying it, too. For all that
you've gone gray, he'd probably like to have his hair back so
that he could go gray!"
"Oh, please. Mace's hair loss is not my fault. If he
wasn't so anal retentive in the first place-"
"I heard that!" came the bellow from the living room,
and Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon cracked up. A few moments later,
Qui-Gon managed to straighten himself up, if not straighten his
face, and he dropped another kiss onto his Padawan, then said,
"Excuse me, love; I've got to go pacify an irate Councilor."
"First time for everything, I suppose," Obi-Wan shot back, and
turned back to his cooking. He started laughing again as, a
moment later, he heard Mace and Qui-Gon yelling at each other
as they wrestled around the living room like Bantha cubs.
You'd think they'd know better, at their ages, he
thought to himself.
I heard that, came the sly, teasing voice in his
mind, and Obi-Wan laughed again, sending a wave of affection
along their bond to his lover. He heard the happy "hum" of
pleasure from Qui-Gon's soul, and then fixed his concentration
firmly on finishing the cooking.
Later that evening, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon lay in bed, actively
engaged in heated kissing and stroking.
I want to be inside you, Obi-Wan moaned along their
bond, kissing his lover deeply as he reached between them to
stroke Qui-Gon's erection with a firm touch.
Qui-Gon swallowed his own moan and replied, I want you to
be inside me, my love. Reaching out, he levered himself
up into a kneeling pose and settled Obi-Wan on his back on the
bed as he brought the oil over to his outstretched hand.
Carefully, yet eagerly, he applied the oil to Obi-Wan's
straining cock, delighting in the purrs of satisfaction coming
from the younger man. Then he obeyed the insistent hands that
pulled at his hips and straddled his lover's hips, pouring a
small amount of oil over the slender, slightly smaller fingers.
He bit his lip to keep from moaning too loudly as those fingers
reached behind him, spread him, and stroked into his body's
entrance, preparing him for Obi- Wan's lovemaking. In his mind,
he heard the beautiful, golden voice of his lover's mind along
their bond as Obi-Wan said, Stroke yourself for me, my love.
I want to watch you pleasure yourself.
Reaching with one large, graceful hand, Qui-Gon wrapped it
around his rampant erection and began stroking himself slowly,
sighing shakily at the intense sensations. His dark blue eyes
slitted open to gaze into the heated blue-gray depths of his
young lover's, and he felt his emotions, his love and lust,
heighten almost to the breaking point. He wriggled his hips,
signaling Obi-Wan to move his hands away, and the younger man
reached to grasp his hips, guiding him down upon the slick
shaft.
They both moaned low in their throats as Obi-Wan slid deep
inside Qui-Gon's body. They stayed still for a few moments,
then Qui-Gon began to raise and lower himself upon Obi-Wan's
erection, shivering hard at the sensation of being stroked
delightfully by his lover.
The two men arched and moved together in their sensual dance,
and sighed and stroked and kissed lovingly. They each fought
off completion for long moments, until, finally, Qui-Gon gave
in to his body's urges and began to ride faster, harder,
Obi-Wan's hands taking over the stroking of his cock, and
shuddering hard, he mentally howled his climax, gasping
Obi-Wan's name as quietly as he could.
A step behind him, Obi-Wan arched up hard into his lover and
also mentally cried out his release, bringing Qui-Gon's hand to
his mouth and muffling his gasping reaction there.
The two men trembled as they lay together, and finally, Qui-Gon
moved off his young lover's prone body and wrapped him tightly
in his embrace.
They stayed silent, gently stroking one another as they settled
toward sleep, their hearts and minds awash in love, their
bodies sated.
Just before Obi-Wan drifted off to sleep, he heard Qui-Gon in
his mind.
Thank you for a wonderful vacation, love, the
older man said to him along their bond.
It was all your idea, Obi-Wan reminded him sleepily,
lovingly petting the broad chest that rested beside him.
It wouldn't have been half as fun or as enchanting
without you here beside me, Qui-Gon replied, his
affection apparent. He pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan's damp hair
and then said, Go to sleep, my sweet love. I'll see you
in the morning.
Yes, my love, Obi-Wan said obediently, smiling, and then
drifted off to sleep, warm and cozy in the safe comfort of
Qui-Gon's arms.
Qui-Gon smiled and then followed his lover a moment later. This
was the vacation of a lifetime, and he was a very lucky man.
Life just didn't get any better than this.
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