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Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP, romance
Summary: Sequel to "And I Moved". Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon continue
to explore their newfound intimacy.
Warnings: Anything resembling an actual plot has been hunted
down and killed. Perhaps next time there'll be some point to
all of this beyond pure unadulterated smut. Or maybe not ;-)
Song-fic again as well--figured I might as well stay consistent
within the series...
Feedback: always welcome
Disclaimers: the boys belong to George Lucas. The song "Early
Morning Dreams" belongs Pete Townshend.
/ This is the dream that I wake up dreaming
/ Lovin' my lover under dawn-pink skies
/ Perfect design that I wake up scheming
/ What I recall when I first open my eyes...
Obi-Wan gradually drifted awake at dawn, as the first rays of
light began to creep into the room. A heavy, pleasant warmth
enveloped him, from the soft blanket covering his limbs and
more so from Qui-Gon's body snug against his side.
Master...
Obi-Wan flushed to recall the events that had led him here,
resting in Qui-Gon's embrace. Wondrous events, moments he would
treasure and never forget, and one piece of knowledge above all
which filled him with happiness:
His master loved him.
He drew himself tighter against his lover and let out a deep,
contented sigh. To have this...the one thing he'd wanted for so
long...he found it difficult to believe it was real. He ran one
hand lightly across Qui-Gon's warm, muscled body, which he had
only begun to explore the night before. He promised himself he
would learn every curve, every inch of skin, find every spot to
touch or kiss that would make his master moan with delight.
Qui-Gon's face was beautiful, Obi-Wan thought, so relaxed as he
slept on, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. Obi-Wan had
long wondered if there was something wrong with himself, that
he should be so captivated by his master, find him so
breathtakingly desirable in a way that no one his own age could
compare to. While the other apprentices and young people he
knew found companions and lovers amongst themselves, for as
long as Obi-Wan could remember the only companion he'd truly
desired was Qui-Gon.
The elder Jedi's long hair fell about his head, unruly and
tangled after last night's fevered activities. Obi-Wan reached
up to run his fingers through the soft strands as he'd often
yearned to do. Qui-Gon stirred slightly in his sleep,
responding to the touch but not awakening. That was all right
with Obi-Wan; for now he was enjoying this indulgent moment of
simply watching his master sleep, and contemplating this new
development in their relationship.
He wondered what had pushed his master to take this step now,
when he had almost begun to accept that it was likely to never
happen--at least not until after he completed his
apprenticeship. Obi-Wan knew that such intimacy was discouraged
between master and padawan. The teachers at the Academy had
lectured upon the subject at length, the dangers presented in
allowing feelings of desire and passion to interfere with this
most crucial relationship in a young Jedi's life.
Nevertheless, he hadn't been able to quiet the longing in his
heart once it had taken hold--he'd managed it, yes, and
tolerated it. But silence it? Never-- especially once he had
begun to sense that his feelings were being reciprocated in
kind. Qui-Gon could be a difficult man to read, as he appeared
so calm and controlled on the surface. Now and again, though,
Obi-Wan had seen that control slip. He'd caught his master's
gaze lingering on him slightly too long, or sensed a flash of
desire through their bond that echoed his own.
He supposed it didn't really matter why last night Qui-Gon had
decided the time was right. Obi-Wan felt too good at the moment
to question it. He felt more in harmony with the living Force
around him than ever before, as if his senses were newly
awakened, his mind clearer and more focused. Perhaps it was
simply the relief of not having to hold his emotions in check
any longer, knowing for certain that Qui-Gon accepted and
returned his love. His thoughts, however, became distracted as
he noticed the effects his gentle caresses were beginning to
have on his master's body-- not to mention on his own. He was
becoming more than a little eager to renew the activities begun
the night before, and the fact that his normally early-to-rise
master was still fast asleep--albeit now aroused--was starting
to give Obi-Wan mischievous ideas.
The young man shifted slightly, slipped his hand between them
and ran it down Qui-Gon's flat stomach, then over his growing
erection. He rubbed it gently, the touch causing Qui-Gon to
murmur lightly in his sleep, but not enough to awaken him.
Obi-Wan ran his fingers over the length of the swelling cock,
exploring its texture, the soft skin that was just beckoning
him to touch it, stroke it, taste it.
He licked his lips, the last thought striking him as
particularly inviting. I shouldn't, not while he's still
asleep... Obi-Wan thought. Grinning to himself, though, he
soon decided, Why not? I could think of much less pleasant
ways to wake up...
Gently he slipped out from under the arm draped over his back
and slid down the bed. Pushing the blanket aside, he took a
moment to appreciate the beauty of his master's naked form. But
then desire got the better of him and he lowered himself down
to brush his lips over Qui-Gon's erection. He licked it
lightly, savoring the first slightly salty taste and sensing
that it wouldn't be long now before Qui- Gon was fully awake.
Wanting to make sure his master awoke with a smile on his face,
Obi-Wan then wrapped his moistened lips about the head of
Qui-Gon's cock and sucked down hard.
That did the trick.
/ This is the tune that you're always hearing
/ What you'll remember when you've broken the ties
/ We're dancing together as the sun is appearing
/ Again and again you awake in surprise
The body beneath him spasmed and he heard heavy gasp for
breath, and Obi-Wan looked up just in time to see Qui-Gon's
eyes fly open in surprise. Disorientation faded quickly as the
elder Jedi glanced down and caught sight of his young
apprentice, who couldn't help but smile in satisfaction over
getting the response he'd wanted.
"Good morning," Obi-Wan purred slyly.
"Indeed it is, padawan," Qui-Gon answered, noticeably shivering
as Obi-Wan ran his tongue once more along the swollen shaft. "I
must say...that is an interesting technique for awakening me if
I sleep too late."
"Does it please you, Master?" Obi-Wan asked, hearing the heavy
desire in his own voice, sensing the impact the seductive tone
had on Qui-Gon. Before his master had a chance to respond,
Obi-Wan took him deeply into his mouth again, relaxing and
letting the hard cock glide down his throat with ease. The moan
this action rewarded him with was quite satisfying, but after a
while he pulled back, not wanting to push his lover over the
edge so quickly. He watched Qui-Gon's responses with delight as
he alternated between light sucking, slow licks and teasing
kisses, savoring his master's every reaction. The feeling of
his building need seemed to echo through Obi-Wan's own body as
he opened himself up to the Force, feeling it resonate between
them, magnifying every sensation. He sensed the sexual tension
in his master's body steadily rising to critical intensity even
as he did his best to draw it out as long as he could.
Qui-Gon's hands ran through his short hair, reached for his
shoulders, and eventually urged him to pull back, but Obi-Wan
was not about to let go. He wanted to feel the rush of his
master coming inside him so he could taste his essence and
drink in the sweet reward of his efforts. He slipped his hands
under his master's ass and swallowed hard just as he felt the
climax begin to rush like a wave through his master's body. Hot
liquid coursed down his throat as he heard Qui-Gon cry out his
name. The sound was almost enough to make him come as well, but
he drew back on his connection to his master so that it did not
overwhelm him. Instead, he savored the warm waves of affection,
the sweet haze of satisfaction emanating from his master. He
kissed and licked clean the softening cock, then strong arms
pulled him up and Obi-Wan found himself lost in a deep, probing
kiss.
"Wicked imp," Qui-Gon teased when he finally released Obi-Wan's
lips. "I see I shall have to be very careful about oversleeping
from now on."
"Indeed, Master. However, it is not my fault if you are
simply to tempting to resist. And you did promise me we would
continue this morning what we began last night."
"That I did. And on the subject of temptations difficult to
resist..." Qui-Gon trailed off, as his lips brushed against
Obi-Wan's throat, "...I know of nothing more tempting than you,
my so very eager padawan."
"Oh, Force..." Obi-Wan groaned, as he writhed against his
master's body, seeking escape from the almost unbearably
delicious sensations those teasing lips were providing. Obi-Wan
groaned and whimpered, barely managing to gasp out,
"Master...please...!" when Qui-Gon's hand brushed against his
erection.
"Tell me what you desire," Qui-Gon murmured against his ear,
the sound of his voice so alluring and deep, it seemed to
reverberate through Obi-Wan's entire body. "Tell me how I can
please you."
"Master..." Obi-Wan sighed. "I want...anything...
everything..."
"You'll have to be more specific than that," Qui-Gon teased.
"Don't be shy, love. Tell me."
Obi-Wan arched up and moaned loudly as his master's teeth
pulled upon his earlobe. A thousand fantasies flashed through
his mind, and before he could lose his courage to speak he
blurted out, "Inside you...I want...I want to be inside
you...but if you--"
"--whatever you desire," Qui-Gon insisted. A moment later,
Obi-Wan sensed him reaching out with the Force, and suddenly
the hand which had been stroking his erection held a small
bottle of scented oil pulled from the bathroom. Qui-Gon sat up
and straddled Obi- Wan's thighs, the sight enough to make
Obi-Wan catch his breath and whimper. Qui-Gon pooled some
liquid into one broad palm and then wrapped his moistened hand
around the young man's erection. Obi-Wan groaned, thrusting up
into the slick channel.
"Patience, Padawan..." Qui-Gon said lightly and with an amused
smile. "A Jedi must not let passions control him...far greater
rewards are found in learning how to control passion instead,
learning how to savor the pleasures of the flesh fully."
"Mmph...only you...could turn sex into a lesson, Master,"
Obi-Wan managed.
"There is a lesson to be learned in everything," Qui- Gon
answered him.
Obi-Wan sighed and closed his eyes, trying to center himself
and find some measure of control when all he wanted was to
furiously seek release. It was very difficult indeed, knowing
that was his master's warm, callused hand stroking him--and
soon thereafter that it was something entirely other enveloping
him, something so tight, so hot, so incredible that he
wanted to do nothing but surrender completely to the sensation.
"Master!" he gasped.
"Control, Obi-Wan..."
"I can't, oh...I can't..." He only wanted to thrust up blindly
into that incredible heat and feel it consume him entirely.
"Yes you can. Focus," Qui-Gon demanded.
Obi-Wan struggled not to give in, drawing a deep breath and
trying to pull the Force in and through his body as the air
filled his lungs.
Focus...
His every nerve was on fire with pleasure that started in his
groin and spread through the rest of his body to his fingertips
and toes. And yet he did want to hold on, for this first
joining between them to last as long as it possibly could. He
felt Qui-Gon reaching out to him through the Force, and with
his master's help he found a small center of peace within his
mind. Seizing onto it, he then managed to command the Force
into giving him back at least some control over his body and
its responses.
Satisfied with his accomplishment, he let out his breath and
opened his eyes. And he decided he had never seen anything in
his life as beautiful as his master looked at that moment, his
naked body bathed in the rosy light of dawn, hair falling loose
over his shoulders, his eyes filled with love and desire as he
looked down at Obi-Wan. "Very good," Qui-Gon complemented.
"Yes, it is...so good...so good..." Obi-Wan sighed, biting his
lip as Qui-Gon shifted slightly, pushing Obi-Wan even deeper
into his body.
Qui-Gon smiled, then began rocking his hips in a steady rhythm,
only ever-so-slowly building in speed. Every thrust threatened
to push Obi-Wan over the edge, yet he held on to his center of
control, wanting the moment to last forever. Force, he'd never
felt anything like this before. He'd done his share of
experimenting in the past, laying with anonymous others met in
his many travels and during nights out on the streets of
Coruscant with young friends. But always, this was what
he'd truly wanted--who he'd truly wanted: Qui-Gon. His
soul screamed for more, to merge with this man heart and mind,
joined through the Force, never to be parted.
"Master..." he moaned, opening his mind fully, his every
feeling to his master. He felt Qui-Gon reaching out for him in
return, until in a moment he could no longer separate himself
from the other. He saw himself through his master's eyes,
looking down at his flushed, writhing body. He saw the look of
wonder in his own eyes, felt Qui-Gon's joy over being able to
give so much delight to his beloved. He felt the pleasure of
every deep thrust doubled, both the sensation of being
enveloped and being filled, and with that his tentative control
shattered completely. He heard himself utter a cry of
desperation as he grabbed his master's hips and arched up,
driving himself in as deeply as he could.
Completion, satisfaction, utter bliss washed over him, and for
a moment he blacked out completely. The next thing he was
consciously aware of was Qui-Gon's body draped lightly over his
own, his master's lips soothing away the last of his whimpering
cries and whispering his name.
"Obi-Wan, are you all right?"
"Mmm...very...right...yes..."
"Perhaps that was a bit more than you were ready for," Qui-Gon
apologized. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I felt you
reaching out for me, and I could not help but respond."
"I'd be more than happy to repeat the lesson later if...I did
not respond to your satisfaction...once I can remember how to
move a single muscle again," Obi- Wan sighed, knowing he was
grinning like an idiot and not caring one damn bit. "That was
incredible."
Qui-Gon caught his no-doubt bleary gaze and laughed softly,
then he slipped down and pulled the younger man against him.
"Then I am happy."
/ You feel so tender--you feel so wet
/ You feel so secure--so deep in love and yet
/ The feeling is fleeting
/ You're a fugitive, safe at last
/ Your heart is beating
/ Will you relive the recent past?
They laid together in peaceful silence for a time. Obi-Wan
gradually put together his rather scattered thoughts once more
and finally remembered that they were here, after all, on a
mission. They probably wouldn't be able to spend all day laying
about in this bed as much as he wished they could. "We will be
leaving Grii today?" he asked.
"Yes, later this morning. I made arrangements last night while
you were sleeping, spoke to Master Windu to let him know of our
success with the Oomari. He was quite pleased."
"Hmm," Obi-Wan answered absently.
Qui-Gon continued in a concerned tone of voice, "Padawan, you
realize...what we have done--what I began last night--"
"--would not be met with approval by the Council, I am quite
aware of that."
"You have every right to ask for a new master when we return."
"I have no intentions of doing such a thing!" Obi-Wan shifted
and sat across his master's hips. "You would not have begun
this if you believed it would interfere with my training, would
you?"
"No. I have meditated and debated upon this for a long time."
"As have I. We belong together, Master. I have known it
since that first day you came to the Academy, and I fought for
the chance to become your apprentice. I will fight now, if I
have to, to remain here with you. I will not let the Council or
anyone else try to tell me this is wrong, that this somehow
will affect my training in a negative fashion."
"Your concentration could become distracted."
"As if it hasn't been, all the nights I've spent wishing I was
with you, like this?"
Qui-Gon smiled. "I suspected your answer would be no different.
But I needed to be certain."
"And now that you are...what are we going to do about
this, then?" Obi-Wan wondered, as his hands traced lazy circles
over his master's chest.
"We will do our best to prove that our relationship will not
interfere with your training, nor with any mission we are sent
on. And we will be cautious in showing our feelings around
others--after all, there is no need for the Council to
learn of this for now." He took one of Obi-Wan's hands and
brought it to his lips, kissing the fingertips lightly. "Though
I admit it may be very difficult to shield our feelings
completely from them."
"I will do my best. Whatever is necessary," Obi-Wan promised.
"That is all we can do. And do not focus on fears of what might
happen--"
"I know, keep my focus in the here and now. And considering
where I am, here and now, I don't foresee that being an
immediate problem." Obi-Wan leaned down to meet Qui-Gon's lips
once more, deciding he would never get his fill of his master's
kisses.
Some time later, Qui-Gon murmured, "We should rise now,
Padawan."
"Well I'm a little spent right now, but give me a few more
minutes."
"You know what I mean," Qui-Gon chided him.
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan sighed, lying his head against Qui-Gon's
chest for one last moment. "I do love you. I feel as if I
always have, that I have been waiting for this my entire life."
"And I love you, Obi-Wan. You have brought so much to my
life...so many things I had denied myself, feelings I believed
I could not share with another again..."
After Xanatos? Obi-Wan wondered after his master's voice
trailed off, although he did not speak the question aloud. Had
Qui-Gon shared this closeness with his other padawan, the one
who had fallen to the Dark Side? Or was there some other before
Xanatos who had brought pain to his master's heart? Obi-Wan was
curious, but he felt that was information for which he had no
right to ask. Qui-Gon would have to reveal the answers to him
when and if he felt the time was right. Instead Obi-Wan vowed,
"I will not fail you, Master. I will be with you always."
"I believe you will be, love. Now, would you care to be with me
in the shower? It might save us a little time getting ready
this morning."
Obi-Wan grinned. "I'm not so certain it will save us any time,
but I do like the idea."
"Imp," Qui-Gon accused again, rewarding him with a playful slap
on the bottom.
"And that's why you love me."
Qui-Gon chuckled and hugged him tightly. "Perhaps it is,
Obi-Wan. Perhaps it is."
/ Early morning dreams come true
/ I've proved it now that I'm here with you
/ You are here by my side
/ I'm siding with you
/ Early morning dreams come true...
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