Warning: No plot, just an excuse to get the lads to acknowledge
their mutual attraction.
Summary: Obi-Wan is considering how charming his Master is.
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It's just natural I think, innate, something he does
unconsciously. Oh don't get me wrong he certainly has enough
self awareness to know that it's part of him and uses it if he
thinks it will assist in one of our missions, but in general he
simply doesn't think about it. Perhaps it is a sign of Jedi
humility or perhaps it's just pragmatism and acceptance. After
all we are taught to accept and to channel all our gifts and my
Master's charismatic personality is certainly a gift to one who
spends most of his time unravelling diplomatic tangles.
I always find it amusing and instructive to watch him interact
with people, especially when the mission is over and we are at
the inevitable celebration party. That's when he is least self
conscious about his charm. I have seen Sovereigns, Presidents,
Warlords succumb to that warm, gracious flow of energy he
generates. Not that he reserves it for the powerful, it is just
as devastating to shop keepers and cleaners, not to mention his
lowly Padawan.
That night we were at yet another celebration of his skills
and I was standing near the wall, trying to be unobtrusive as I
watched him. As usual he made sure that he spoke to everyone in
the room, never spending too much time with any one person,
making sure no one was left out. I watched the way eyes
followed him, gazing after him with desire and I wondered if
the same look was in my eyes.
Occasionally the person he was speaking to would move closer,
perhaps touch his shoulder or hand and whisper something low
and intense. I imagine he must be propositioned a dozen times
during each mission and sometimes he will be absent from our
room for a few hours but he is always there in the morning when
I awake. But usually he gently disengages from the person,
smiles and moves away leaving then to follow his progress
around the room with longing and regret.
Sometimes he meets an old friend and then he can be almost
playful. That night it was the sister of the president and if
it had been anyone but Qui-Gon I would have said he was
flirting with her. The pair were laughing and at one point he
reached over to untangle her shawl when she leaned too close to
an ornate screen. The movement brought him closer to her and
his arm almost encircled her slim body. She smiled up at him
and laid her hand briefly on his chest as he drew her a little
further away from the screen.
The scene made me smile too, I like to see him relaxed and
happy, but it also kindled the long suppressed desire that he
would be as open with me. Don't get me wrong. Our relationship
is the joy of my life. I could never hope for a better Master
or a better friend but inevitably there is the formality of
Master and Padawan between us. Even when we can spend time
together without the strains of a mission I always feel that I
am being assessed. It isn't conducive to the most
unselfconscious behaviour...perhaps that is why I am constantly
being told by other padawans that I am unnaturally dignified
and restrained.
I took a second glass of wine for a passing server and mused
over that thought. Was it possible that it was my restraint
that led to the formality between us rather than any rules of
conduct or my Master's own inclination?
He moved on and was conversing with three of the delegates,
facing me I could see the intent way he concentrated on their
words, nodding agreement and adding something now and then.
When he moved on again, I saw them beam with pleasure. His
charm works just as well for business as for pleasure.
Suddenly I wanted that charm directed at me. I wanted to feel
the warmth of his regard, to know that his every sense was
focussed on me, to know that he saw me....Obi-Wan....not just
his Padawan.
I gulped down the rest of my wine and picked up another glass.
I didn't want to be intoxicated but I needed something to quell
the nervous flutter. How should I go about this? If it was
my restraint that constrains him then I needed to
find a way to loosen up a bit, not too much, just enough to
allow us to relax together.
The party was winding down and I sent a thought Qui-Gon
//Master are you ready to retire?//
His head turned to where I stood and his eyes smiled at me
//Yes Padawan. Let us both bid goodnight to the president.//
On my way across the room I caught the attention of a server
and requested wine and fruited for our rooms then I was
standing at my Master's shoulder bowing slightly to the
official party and we left the function room, moving together
as one with the long ease of familiarity and our link in the
Force. We were silent as we walked through the palace. It is
one of my favourite feelings this silent communion we share.
When we reached our quarters I shrugged off my cloak and held
out a hand, "May I take your cloak Master." Laying them both
over the back of a chair I poured two glasses of wine and
handed him one. He raised a questioning eyebrow. "I asked them
to send this up. I think you deserve to celebrate without
having to turn on the charm to a roomful of delegates."
He stretched his shoulders, took a sip, then a longer taste
and nodded at me, smiling "What and excellent idea Padawan. I
can see I will make you a diplomat yet." His voice was light
and teasing and his eyes laughed at me as he sank into the big
couch and leaned back. He sprawled against the velvety fabric.
Long legs stretched out in front of him, one arm thrown across
the back of the couch, headed leaning back his eye's following
me as I went across to the bedroom.
When I emerged I was a bare foot and had shed all but my
trousers. I stood in the doorway for a moment and felt his gaze
range over my body and suddenly I realised it wasn't relaxation
I wanted from him. I froze. This was beginning to look
remarkably like a seduction. Was that what I had in mind? Was
it what I wanted? At that moment his eyes reached my
face and I saw the sapphire fire in their depths and I had my
answer.
He held my eyes for a long moment and then his eyebrow rose in
question. I tilted my head thoughtfully and then went to pick
up my glass. Standing in front of him, I took a long, slow
swallow, licking the side of the glass and my fingers where I
had spilt some.
And then I didn't know what to do. There I was, half
undressed, slightly drunk while Qui-Gon Jinn was laying back,
watching me with lazy sensuality and a wicked smile, and I
simply couldn't move.
I let out a long breath trying to centre myself and ease the
tension, but I was falling into his eyes and a fine tremor was
beginning in my muscles. He held out a hand inviting me to join
him. As I looked at those long, blunt fingers, I felt a shudder
go down my spine my body responding to the arousal I was
feeling.
"Come to me Obi-Wan."
The soft husky voice chased away any doubts I had, any fears.
It wound its way into my head and drew me forward. "Qui-Gon."
When I was close enough, his hand took hold of me and pulled
me down so that I was sprawled on him. The movement sloshed
wine over me and he reached forward and licked it off my
shoulder, his fingers catching the trickle that was heading for
my waist. Then he placed his hand behind my head and drew me
down so that he could kiss me.
If I had thought him charismatic before now he was bewitching.
His soft beard tickled across my skin and his lips settled
firmly on mine, gently asking for entrance. As my mouth opened
under his, I heard him across the link //Force I've wanted this
for so long.// And then his hands were undoing buttons and
pushing my trousers down my hips.
I pulled away from him and kicked away my discarded clothing,
shivering with tension and lust as his eyes zeroed in on my
cock. "Is this what you want Master?" I took it in my hand and
ran my thumb slowly to the crown.
He growled, "Padawan," and reached out for me again but I
evaded him.
"Not until you take off your clothes too, Master."
"You'll have to help me," he teased undoing his belt and sash.
"Gladly." I stripped off his tunics and then stood back to
admire for a moment before kneeling to get rid of his boots. I
grumbled, "I'm sure that our boots are designed to thwart any
carnal desires we might have."
He laughed and ran his fingers through my hair. "Think of it
as an exercise in patience Padawan."
With a final tug I pulled of the second boot and tossed at
across the room to rest beside its mate, then I pushed his
knees apart and sat between them to wrestle with the fastenings
on his trousers. Finally I was pulling them off, he raised his
hips to assist me and grinned at my expression of surprise when
I saw he wasn't wearing any underwear.
Padawans always gossip and there was a period when the size of
the male knights and masters was the main topic of
conversation. As we all shower together after training bouts it
was pretty well known that my Master was close to, if not, top
of the list in the size department. But I'd never seen him
erect before. I reached out a tentative hand and wrapped my
fingers around him. They were shaking a little and he gently
put his hand over mine.
Although I have had a number of female lovers in my past, I
had never done any more than a little mutual groping and
kissing with a male and the faint wisp of apprehension reached
him across our link. "Obi-Wan?" I felt his concern and query so
I sent back a resume of my sexual history, deleting the names
of course.
I was gathered up into his arms and soundly kissed. He was
sending reassurance and affection but it was the feel of his
hands on my skin, tracing over my ribs, caressing my nipples
and then stroking along my cock that settled my fears. "Tell me
what you want Obi-Wan." His warm tongue licked along my ear.
"Whatever you want, nothing more, nothing less." Then he
put my hand back on his erection. "This is for you Padawan. For
your pleasure, only for that."
He looked so serious. I ran my fingers across his brow. "I
want it but..."
"I know." He kissed my fingers, "Lets go to bed," then he
picked me up as though I was still a child and carried me into
the other room.
"I am capable of walking you know," I grumbled half heartedly.
"Anyone would think I was still a thirteen-year-old."
He tossed me onto the huge bed and looked significantly at my
own erection. "Hardly," he said dryly.
Along with unmistakable desire there was still the shadow of
concern in his eyes. If we were going to do this, and no one
was going to stop me now, I needed for him to have no doubts
otherwise I knew that later he would flay himself with guilt.
So I let my doubts and inhibitions go and sprawled out rubbing
my back sensuously against the soft sheets. "Lie down Master."
When he was beside me I raised myself on one elbow and began
to run my hand over every inch of him eventually making my way
down until I was just teasing the tips of my fingers through
the curly hair at his groin. "How do you want this Master?"
He was spread out, his hands curled slightly, his eyes
devouring me. "Whatever you want Obi-Wan."
I sat up and put a finger over his lips. "This is for both of
us Qui-Gon. Besides I have no experience in this. And before
you say it, I trust you, I know it will be good whatever we
do." I was almost glaring at him.
"So you want me to take control?"
I was about to say 'not necessarily' but before I got a word
out he had rolled me onto my back and was crouched over me,
knees to either side of my hips leaning forward so my cock was
pressed against his and both of them were pressed between our
stomachs. As he moved to kiss me, the friction made me gasp and
push my hips up. Once again his mouth was on mine, this time it
was fierce and demanding, his tongue making its way over every
inch of my mouth.
Then he slid down and one hand was stroking while the other
moved lower still and I felt a finger pressing. For a second I
froze, then I felt his reassurance and a careful tendril of
Force eased him into me. "Relax love."
The endearment warmed me but I said wryly, "Easier said than
done."
He chuckled and to my disapproval moved off me.
"I didn't mean you should stop."
"I'll be right back." I watched as he crossed the room, the
soft golden lighting gleaming on his long lean body. He
disappeared into the bathing room and reappeared moments later
with a small tube. "I knew there would be something suitable."
Within minutes I was writhing under his hands, one taking a
tight grasp of my penis the other slipping inside me. At first
it was an odd and slightly uncomfortable feeling and then there
was a blinding flash of sensation and I surged up into his
hand.
He leaned down and kissed me hard. "I want you inside me
Padawan."
"What?" I blinked up at him.
"Don't you want to?" His eyes were mischievous, his voice low
and enticing.
"Yes but....I want you too." I gasped feeling that flash of
pleasure as his fingers moved again. My head rolled back and I
met his eyes, my hand moved to run a finger along his hard
length. "Please. I need to know."
He stared into my eyes and into my mind then nodded, his
breath coming faster and his eyes deepening to indigo. "Oh
gods, Obi-Wan." He bent and kissed my mouth, then the tip of my
cock and finally, running his hands under my thighs to my cup
my buttocks he raised me to his mouth and plunged his tongue
inside. I gave a strangled moan and then everything was reduced
to the feelings he was producing in me.
At first it hurt, a deep burning and I wondered distractedly
whether it was possible to open so much, then as he oh so
slowly pushed inside I felt the flaring of pleasure. Not only
was the physical sensation overwhelmingly pleasurable but the
knowledge that it was Qui-Gon who was so intimately joined to
me made my senses sizzle. I opened my mind as I opened my body
and let him see the trust and love I felt for him. In return I
felt his pride and affection, and the stirring of a love to
match mine. Then there was no thought only pleasure and
Qui-Gon.
I must have passed out because the next thing I knew I was
being softly kissed and petted as I lay enclosed in strong
arms. I had never imagined that I would find pleasure being
held like that, I was used to being the strong one, the one who
held and reassured, but I felt an enormous satisfaction and
peace being held in his arms.
I raised my face to kiss him, "That was unbelievable Qui-Gon."
"I'm glad." He returned the kiss, a hand lazily stroking over
my chest. Those glorious deep eyes smiling down at me bathing
me in warmth and security and sparking desire again. "So when
do you think you'll be able to return the compliment Padawan?"
His eyes were glowing, a wonderful warm, happy gleam that
matched the relaxed, loving warmth that flowed along the link,
then the gleam shifted back to mischievous again and I was
overwhelmed by the image he sent. The image of him lost in
sensation with me buried deep inside him, back arched,
shoulders glistening with sweat while he wrapped his legs
around my waist and angled up towards me.
My breath caught and I think I moaned softly as I rubbed
against his thigh. "I think now would be a good time."
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