"Are you planning to take that boy as your apprentice, Master?"
Obi-Wan put the tray of food down on the table in their cabin.
They were speeding off to Coruscant with a ship full of
refugees of one sort or another. Obi-Wan *hated* trade
negotiations. They always left so much devastation in their
wake.
"He needs to be trained, young Padawan. I shudder to think what
he might do with his gift if he is not." Obi-Wan felt the force
of his smile. Qui-Gon handed Obi-Wan one of the plates. Their
hands touched momentarily, and Obi-Wan once again carefully
shielded his response. His master was wise and powerful, with a
gift that, if it did not rival Anakin's, was still counted
among the strongest in the Jedi, yet he seemed oblivious to all
Obi-Wan felt.
Long habit enabled him to hide his feelings even in his voice.
"And what of me, Master? No Knight can train more than one
apprentice."
"You no longer need training, Obi-Wan. You have long been ready
to take wing on your own." Qui-Gon looked away for a moment,
seeming to focus on the dull ship's rations before him.
"Then why...why have you kept me back? Others in my year have
apprentices of their own now. I do not want to leave you,
Master, but I do have a future..."
Qui-Gon stood up and began to pace in the tiny room. He moved
so quickly his long hair whipped around his head. He seemed to
avoid Obi-Wan's gaze. "I would ask you to forgive me. I have
been selfish, too selfish to be a proper master to you. I
should have had you promoted months ago, when I knew you were
ready. But I did not."
Meal forgotten, Obi-Wan stood up and placed a hand on his
shoulder. "Why did you not...Qui-Gon?" He didn't bother
concealing the joy he felt saying the man's name aloud instead
of simply in his thoughts. Qui-Gon turned to face him.
"Because once you become a knight, you will be gone. There are
too few of us, and fewer every day. We are spread too thinly
over the galaxy for two active knights to be paired. And I
wanted to delay that separation as long as I could."
Obi-Wan could feel him tremble beneath his hands. "I...I am
grateful, Qui-Gon. I have been dreading the day I would part
from you. And now it will come upon us because of the boy."
Qui-Gon covered Obi-Wan's hand with his own. "I did not choose
this time. But he needs me. He needs someone willing to break
rules because he will not respond to normal training...much
like you. And you know as well as I that Jedi knights tend to
not...break rules. I wish...I wish I could keep you by me
forever - not as an apprentice but as the equal colleague you
are and always have been. Perhaps...perhaps, if you were
willing, more than a colleague." At those words, Qui-Gon let go
of Obi-Wan's hand and stepped back, as if afraid of what he
just said.
Obi-Wan kept a firm hand on Qui-Gon's shoulder, not permitting
him to walk away. "You are shielded, Qui-Gon, but...I would be
willing." He took a step closer, and began to stroke Qui-Gon's
hair, which was as silky as he'd imagined it all those nights.
Instead of pulling away, Qui-Gon leaned into it as if he craved
that touch. Taking courage from this, Obi-Wan stepped closer
still and pulled his head down until their lips met.
Qui-Gon sighed and suddenly, all barriers came down. Their bond
had been tenuous for a long time, as Obi-Wan needed to be
allowed more autonomy. This contact should have overwhelmed
him, burned through them both, but it didn't. It was as if it
had found another route, one built slowly over time and which
had nothing to do with masters or apprentices. Joyfully,
Obi-Wan absorbed all the thoughts and desires Qui-Gon had been
feeling for him for so long, had hidden for so long, and in
return sent his own late-night yearnings and fantasies.
He was dimly aware that Qui-Gon's lips had parted to permit his
tongue entry, that Qui-Gon's mere taste was sending messages to
his lower regions that he could not, nor would not, hide nor
deny. Their tongues met, caressed and then explored each
other's mouths. Their arms slipped around each other, stroking
and teasing, exploring each other desperately. They would be on
Coruscant soon. This time was stolen.
And therefore they had to make the most of what they had. He
pulled Qui-Gon closer and moved his hands more desperately,
removing the man's clothing piece by piece, and nuzzling him as
he became progressively more bare. Qui-Gon's breathing grew
rougher and he tangled his hands in Obi-Wan's hair, tugging the
apprentice braid. His breathing turned to moans when Obi-Wan
reached his nipples, licking and sucking one and pinching the
other.
When Qui-Gon was finally standing naked in front of him,
Obi-Wan dropped to his knees and began to fondle the long
manhood erect in front of him. "You are so beautiful, Qui-Gon.
If I had my way, you would never be clothed." Then he took the
shaft in his mouth, sucking it in as deeply as he could,
enjoying both the feel of it as it filled him and the sounds of
passion and pleasure his lover made. He wrapped his arms around
Qui-Gon's waist and then began to cup his firm, hard buttocks,
stoking them, kneading them., darting between them just to see
how Qui-Gon would react. His reaction was gratifying indeed -
he jumped and protested, and protested some more when Qui-Gon
tried to remove his fingers.
He would have grinned if he could. Instead, he redoubled his
sucking and gently, insistently, found his opening and worked a
finger into it, being careful not to tear the delicate tissues.
Qui-Gon was tight, very tight. Surprisingly tight. Finally, he
got the tip of his finger in and, at that moment, Qui-Gon
exploded in his mouth, sending a torrent of semen that Obi-Wan
drank eagerly. It tasted like Qui-Gon himself - complex, salty
but an underlying sweetness. When it was over, and he'd removed
his finger, Qui-Gon slid bonelessly to the floor and leaned his
head on Obi-Wan's shoulder.
"You're still dressed, y...my...my lover. Perhaps..."
"Are you sure you wish more?" Obi-Wan knew what that tightness
meant. He'd felt the answer in that new bond. And now he felt
the further answer.
"I wish as much as ... as you can give me. You are the Master
here." Qui-Gon's smile was beautiful.
Obi-Wan used the Force to rid himself of his clothing. Once
naked, he knelt next to Qui-Gon again, taking him once more in
his arms and reveling in the feel of skin on skin. Then he
helped his lover to rise and guided him to the bed next to the
table. It was narrow, but sufficient for his purposes.
Qui-Gon obediently lay down on his stomach, clutching a pillow
to his chest, and bend his knees under him.
Obi-Wan moaned out loud at the sight of that utter, willing
surrender. He could feel his own arousal increasing until he
was afraid the first touch would end it. Instead, he bent down
and began exploring that opening with his tongue, tasting
Qui-Gon yet again, as he writhed and moaned. Obi-Wan felt him
give himself totally over to pleasure. This was what he wanted
and needed from Qui-Gon, needed to do for him. Just for this
time, they could forget they were Jedi, forget
responsibilities. They could just...be.
Obi-Wan couldn't hold off much longer. He left his task, to the
sound of more moans, and, using the Force, he eased a finger
into Qui-Gon once again, preparing him as gently as he could,
forcing himself to wait until he could be sure there would be
no pain at his entry. If he was to be Qui-Gon's first, as
amazing as that was to him, he would make sure it was the best
it could be.
Finally, finally, he positioned himself to plunge into Qui-Gon.
"Yes...yes, yes, Obi-Wan. Yes...please. I want...need...fill
me, now. Now..."
A good apprentice always obeys his master. It wasn't long
before he was buried inside him, his testicles brushing that
lovely rear. He lay there, stroking Qui-Gon's back, for a
moment so both would get used to the feeling. He was so tight,
so hot, surrounding him and holding him. Then, he began to
move, finding his lover's prostate and driving both to the
heights of pleasure as he did, until finally, and far too soon,
first Qui-Gon and then Obi-Wan exploded, their orgasms echoing
throughout that bond and feeding back upon themselves until
both could do little more than lie in each other's arms.
As they drifted off to sleep in the narrow bed, Obi-Wan
wondered if that new bond would complicate matters even more,
but he didn't really care. He had had this moment, and that
would be enough.
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