Warnings: pointless drunken smut awaits (in the immortal words
of Anakin Skywalker, "Yippeee!!).
Spoilers: None
Summary: Qui-Gon lightens up. And oh yeah, so does Obi-Wan.
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Author's Note: I don't use betas so all mistakes are due to my
own idiocy. /These are Qui-Gon's thoughts/
Disclaimers: Don't own 'em (if wishes were fishes . . .). Q and
O and all things SW belong to the man known as George Lucas. A
nod to the Sith Academy for the inspiration regarding Pete's
Wicked Ale.
The Council had finally taken pity on them and granted the two
Jedi a break. Obi-Wan warily followed his Master into a bar
they had come across during their vacation called "The Wet
Wookie". Obi-Wan had become a little leery of the place upon
seeing the large, animated neon Wookie that graced the
entrance, but Qui-Gon had insisted that they visit the bar for
a chance to loosen up after a series of particularly long and
drawn out diplomatic missions. Obi-Wan definitely had a bad
feeling about this.
His doubts were confirmed as a small, unassuming man led them
to a corner table. Obi-Wan's senses were assaulted by the noise
of the band banging away on their instruments on the repulsor
stage floating above the noisy throng of patrons. Bluish smoke
filled the air, causing Obi-Wan to cough a little. He waved his
hand in front of him in a vain attempt to clear the air.
"Problem, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked, unable to keep the amusement
out of his voice or the grin off of his face.
"No, Master," he managed between coughs. "I'm fine."
Qui-Gon draped his arm around Obi-Wan. "You need to relax,
Padawan. These last few months have been tense and difficult.
Now is the time to cut loose and relax," he put extra
emphasis on the last word. Not exactly a mind whammy, he told
himself, but close enough.
"Yes, Master," came the immediate reply. Qui-Gon smiled when he
noticed that Obi-Wan's eyes had glazed over for just a moment.
/Yep, still got it./
The small man, whose name Obi-Wan discovered was Pete and that
he was famous for inventing a well-known and rather wicked
alcoholic beverage, gestured for them to sit at a table in the
corner of the room. "I hope that this table is satisfactory,
Master Jinn?" Pete asked in a voice that reminded Obi-Wan of a
certain Jedi master, without the syntax problems. He fought
down the urge to giggle.
"Thank you, Pete, this will do fine."
"Will you have need of the rec room this evening?" the
man raised his eyebrows.
A sly smile played across Qui-Gon's lips. "Perhaps after we've
had a few drinks?" he replied to Pete, but he his eyes were
watching Obi-Wan who was looking around the room with what
could only be described as distasteful wonder.
Pete smiled in return and Obi-Wan did not see him press a
datacard into Qui-Gon's hand. "Have a good evening, sir," Pete
bowed slightly to the Jedi master and left to shmooze with his
other paying customers.
Qui-Gon noticed that Obi-Wan was still paying too much
attention to their surroundings and not enough attention to
him. "Obi-Wan," he waited until the younger man was looking at
him. "Try to relax. Tonight we are here to enjoy ourselves."
"I'm sorry, Master, I guess I'm still wound up."
"In that case, I think it's time we ordered our first round,"
he pressed a button on a small disk embedded in the center of
the table. A moment later, a holo of the bartender appeared.
"Good evening, sir. What is your pleasure?"
/Sitting right across from me/ Qui-Gon smiled at the thought.
"My companion and I will each have a Corellian Rock Slide."
"An excellent choice, sir," the image of the bartender
vanished.
"Corellian Rock Slide?" Obi-Wan asked, arching an eyebrow.
"That sounds a little strong."
"It's just a little vokran liquor and elserberry juice over
ice." Qui-Gon neglected to mention the fact that the vokran
liquor was 100-proof. Well, what Obi-Wan didn't know wouldn't
hurt him. And it would most likely help Qui-Gon to loosen up
his altogether too uptight apprentice.
Obi-Wan was still looking at Qui-Gon warily when a tall,
Phindian waitress approached their table carrying their drinks.
With a rather lewd wink at Obi-Wan she placed the Rock Slides
on the table and walked away slowly.
Qui-Gon watched with undisguised amusement as Obi-Wan looked at
the drink before him even more warily than he had been looking
at Qui-Gon. He swirled the glowing blue straw through the red
drink several times before picking it up and sniffing it
suspiciously.
Qui-Gon laughed, "It's not going to bite you, Obi-Wan."
"I'm not sure about that, Master. I don't drink often, you
know."
/Oh believe me, I know/ "Just try it, I'm sure you'll like it,"
as if to reassure the nervous young man, Qui-Gon picked up his
own drink and swallowed half of the contents in one long gulp.
He would have gotten it all down if the damn glass wasn't so
big. "See? Not a problem?" The beauty of a Corellian Rock Slide
was that it was potent as all hells, but it went down like
melted candy.
Taking a deep breath Obi-Wan began to drink. And drink. And
drink. And drink some more. Qui-Gon couldn't believe his eyes.
Obi-Wan drained the entire glass without coming up for a single
breath. Qui-Gon was impressed, and thinking of the other thing
that Obi-Wan could do without coming up for breath brought a
smile to his face.
Obi-Wan looked over at Qui-Gon. "Wow, that was really good!" He
smiled as he felt his whole body relax. Taking a vacation was
really starting to work for him. "Can I have another one?"
"Yes, but you have to drink this one more slowly, and enjoy
it," Qui-Gon said firmly. It would do him no good if Obi-Wan
drank himself unconscious. He pushed the button for the
bartender and ordered another round.
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan said rolling his eyes.
One Hour (and two Corellian Rock Slides) Later . . .
Qui-Gon smiled broadly as Obi-Wan spun the straw in his drink,
making the ice move around the glass faster and faster.
"Weeeeee!!!"
Abruptly he stopped, leaned back in his chair and looked off
into space. Qui-Gon was about to ask what he was thinking when
Obi-Wan burst into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Qui-Gon asked with a mischievous grin.
This made Obi-Wan laugh even harder. He slapped his hand on the
table and roared with laughter until tears began streaming down
his cheeks. "I'm DRUNK!" he blurted out and started laughing
uncontrollably again.
"Yes, my love, you certainly are," the grin got broader and a
bit more mischievous.
"Oh my," Obi-Wan breathed as he tried to calm himself down. He
felt better than he had in a really long time. He felt like he
was made of rubber and that he could ooze from his seat onto
the floor with a thought. That is if he could think. He had a
feeling that even if his life depended on it, he wouldn't be
capable of coherent thought. Obi-Wan decided that not thinking
was a good thing. Yes, a good thing indeed.
Obi-Wan started to bounce up and down in his chair in time to
the music. He closed his eyes, oblivious to everything but the
beat of the music. Qui-Gon was thoroughly enjoying the view
before him. Obi-Wan was beautiful in his abandon.
Qui-Gon took a sip of his drink and concentrated on sending
some very explicit images to Obi-Wan across their bond.
Memories of nights spent together, heated dreams when they were
apart, and fantasies of things that they had yet to do. Like
get drunk in a bar and make wild, passionate, Jedi monkey love
in the rec room.
Obi-Wan stopped bouncing in his seat and slowly opened his
eyes. They were burning with a barely contained passion and
desire. "Master," his voice a seductive whisper. The sound sent
a wave of heat right into Qui-Gon's groin. "Are you trying to
tell me something?" A coy smile curled the corners of his lips.
Qui-Gon wanted to reply, but found himself hypnotized by those
burning bluish green eyes. He swallowed audibly when Obi-Wan
slowly and deliberately rose from his chair. Dragging his
fingertips along the top of the table, never taking his eyes
from Qui-Gon's, he made his way over to his Master.
Leaving his hand on the table, he placed the other on the back
of Qui-Gon's chair. He leaned over and whispered, "I want you."
Before Qui-Gon could respond, Obi-Wan traced the outside of his
ear with his tongue. "I want you to make love to me. Right
now." Qui-Gon couldn't stop a small whimper from escaping. He
was supposed to be seducing Obi-Wan, not the other way around!
/Your young, gorgeous lover has his tongue in your ear, telling
you how much he wants you and you're complaining? Are you
nuts???/ The rational part of his mind was right. So the night
hadn't gone exactly as he had planned, but this proved to be
interesting as well.
Things got even more interesting when Obi-Wan sat, straddling
his hips, and began to kiss him passionately. /Okay, I can
definitely live with this./ Then he started to rub against
Qui-Gon in a most seductive way. /Plan B, get the boy out back
before you lose all control, throw him on the table, and take
him right here./ It took him a couple of moments, and little
help from the Force, to push Obi-Wan back far enough so he
could talk to him.
He almost moaned at the look of pure, uncontrolled lust written
on every feature of his lover's face. "Not here, Obi-Wan," he
managed to croak out, his own voice heavy with desire.
"Why not?" he whispered back. He slipped his hands under
Qui-Gon's tunic and began to rub his muscled chest.
Qui-Gon swallowed. "Because I would prefer not to have an
audience," he replied with a smile. Although they weren't the
only couple all over each other, they had drawn quite a few
interested spectators.
"Who needs to loosen up now?" he teased, leaning in to kiss
Qui-Gon's neck. He placed a chaste kiss at the base of
Qui-Gon's throat and then traced the column of his neck with
his tongue, stopping when he came to Qui-Gon's mouth. Qui-Gon
could feel Obi-Wan's breath on his lips, "Where are we going to
go?" Qui-Gon shuddered at the sound of that cultured voice,
laced with passion.
"The rec room."
"What are we waiting for?"
As Qui-Gon stood, Obi-Wan wrapped his legs around Qui-Gon's
waist, and his arms around Qui-Gon's neck, refusing to let go.
Qui-Gon hadn't gone two steps when Obi-Wan had his tongue in
his ear again. He picked up the pace, afraid that his legs
would give out on him before they got to their destination.
He made his way down a dimly lit hallway and paused before the
room numbered to match the datacard Pete had given to him
earlier. Obi-Wan was now licking and nibbling his neck with
such force that Qui-Gon knew he'd have a hickey in the morning.
/Small price to pay./
Qui-Gon slid the datacard into the slot and the door swooshed
open revealing a rather plush and inviting room. Dimly lit glow
lamps dotted the walls of the room and various plants
indigenous to the area were set on platforms at varying heights
throughout the space. The focal point of the room was the large
bed, covered with black Alderaanian silk sheets. It took
Qui-Gon less than a second to take all this in and even less
time for Obi-Wan to rip Qui-Gon's tunic off of his shoulders.
In three long strides, Qui-Gon made it to the bed and fell onto
it, on top of Obi-Wan. He found himself drowning in those eyes
as he quickly, and skillfully divested his apprentice of his
clothes, throwing them carelessly onto the floor. Qui-Gon
leaned down and ravished the willing mouth below him. He moaned
when Obi-Wan slid his tongue into his mouth exploring every
inch.
In a blur of movement, Qui-Gon found their positions reversed
and Obi-Wan above him, a wicked smile on his lips. "Your turn,"
he whispered, sliding down to remove Qui-Gon's boots and pants.
When Obi-Wan didn't return immediately, Qui-Gon lifted his head
to see where the young man had got to. Obi-Wan was kneeling at
the foot of the bed, looking at him with a hunger that made
Qui-Gon's heart skip a beat or two.
Now that he had his Master's undivided attention, Obi-Wan
placed his hands on Qui-Gon's ankles and slowly began to slide
them up his body. Qui-Gon closed his eyes at the gentle touch
that was light as a feather. Obi-Wan's hands moved over his
knees, across his thighs, up the sides of his hips, across the
muscled planes of his chest, over his shoulders, down his arms
then back again, up his neck, over his cheeks and then sliding
ever so gently through his hair.
When the touches stopped, Qui-Gon opened his eyes to see
Obi-Wan just above him. His eyes were heavy, his lips puffy
from the kisses. Qui-Gon realized that he had never seen a more
beautiful sight in his entire life. "Tell me you want me," the
younger man demanded. Before Qui-Gon could answer, Obi-Wan
pressed his lips against Qui-Gon's in a fierce kiss.
"I want you Obi-Wan, I want you more than you can know," which
was really the truth. /And if you don't have him soon, you're
probably going to burst so you may want to speed this up a
bit./
Obi-Wan rolled off of Qui-Gon and positioned himself onto his
stomach. He locked his eyes with his Master. "If you want me,
then take me."
Qui-Gon wondered if it was possible to go insane with desire.
He sat up, grabbed some oil that was on the headboard of the
bed (along with a few other things that Qui-Gon didn't want to
know the use for) and knelt behind Obi-Wan's beautiful body.
He held the bottle over Obi-Wan's back and let the oil drizzle
onto his smooth skin. It ran down his sides and dripped onto
the bed, but what the hell did he care? He didn't have to do
the laundry around here.
Qui-Gon ran his hands up and down Obi-Wan's back rubbing the
oil into his skin. He loved the feel of the muscles rippling
under his fingers and the sounds of the small moans that came
out of Obi-Wan's mouth.
When he could stand it no longer, he slipped a finger into
Obi-Wan, causing the younger man to arch into the touch. He was
rewarded with a loud groan of pleasure as he began to move that
finger in and out in preparation. A second finger joined the
first, and he continued in this manner for a few more moments,
but Obi-Wan's cries of pleasure were threatening to push him
over the edge.
With shaky hands he picked up the bottle of oil again and
poured some into his palm. He stroked it over his erection
quickly. He was rock-hard and didn't want to set himself off.
Qui-Gon had positioned himself at the entrance to Obi-Wan's
body, when the young man looked over his shoulder and proceeded
to slowly lick his lips. Qui-Gon felt his control break like a
twig and he slid inside with one fluid stroke. Both he and
Obi-Wan cried out as he did so. All thought was gone as he
pounded into the beautiful ass in front of him. He reached
around and grabbed Obi-Wan's straining cock and began to stroke
him as his own thrusts grew harder and faster.
One of them was practically screaming with pleasure, and
Qui-Gon couldn't be sure if it was him or Obi-Wan. Or possibly
both. Qui-Gon was lost in the sensations that were crashing
through his body caused by the tight heat surrounding his
aching cock. /There is no passion, there is serenity my ass./
He probably would have laughed out loud at that thought, if he
hadn't been on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm. A couple of
more thrusts and he was falling over the edge, and Obi-Wan came
with him, the young man's seed spilling over Qui-Gon's hand and
onto the sheets.
With a sigh of relief, Qui-Gon collapsed onto the bed. "I told
you that you needed to relax, Obi-Wan," he said quietly when he
had somehow managed to catch his breath.
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied, his speech a little slurred,
while settling comfortably in Qui-Gon's arms. "I'll just have
to remember that relaxing means getting me drunk and seducing
me."
"I seduced you?" Qui-Gon asked in disbelief. He looked down at
his young lover with an arched eyebrow.
Obi-Wan managed a small laugh. "You started it," he retorted.
A smile spread across Qui-Gon's lips, "I guess I did, my love.
I guess I did."
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