Spoilers: The container of leftover deviled eggs in the back of
my fridge from last summer.
Warnings: Well, lessee. Had Obi-Wan been able to fist himself,
he would have, but I don't think it's anatomically possible. So
none, I guess.
Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan finally declare their love for
each other, but before they can do the nasty, Qui-Gon gets
called away. Obi-Wan gets creative while waiting for his studly
love monkey to return.
Disclaimers: Oh yeah. Like anything I put here would tame
George's rabid lawyers if they ever got their shiny little paws
on this. So to hell with it.
Notes: I'm sick. Layna gave me her computer virus (hope yer
feeling better, hon!). This is what happens when I get a fever
and have to sleep a lot and cough up my lungs - I get weird
dreams and write weirder stuff. I was gonna try to make Master
Ruth moan, but instead I'll probably just make her spew! Oh,
and since Fox was busy, this hasn't been beta'd. All mistakes
are a product of my fever because I woulf nevkr os dith.
"...because, you see, Master, I-I love you."
There. It was out. For years, Obi-Wan Kenobi had been trying to
say those words, to get up the courage to speak them to his
beloved Master. What had brought him to say it now, this
ordinary afternoon, he couldn't say, but there it was. He and
his Master had been sparring, and had returned to their
apartment, flushed from exertion and happy, contented. Obi-Wan
looked over at Qui-Gon and had grinned, happier at that moment
than he could remember being. When Qui-Gon had smiled back and
touched his cheek, wanting to know the source of the grin, it
just spilled out.
All the longing, the wanting, the love. All of it. And now
Obi-Wan stood opposite Qui-Gon and waited, with not even a
scrap of trepidation. No matter what Qui-Gon's answer would be,
the Force told him this was right, this was good. It was out,
and he knew he could handle whatever happened next.
Qui-Gon stood still, his face a mask of shock, his hand still
on Obi-Wan's shoulder where it had drifted after touching the
younger man's face. To Obi-Wan's consternation, he could see
the beginnings of tears in those gorgeous deep blue eyes, and
for a moment he felt a spike of worry that he had said
something wrong. But the next words he heard erased that.
"My Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon breathed. "Have you any idea how long
I've waited to hear...?"
And then they were wrapping their arms around each other,
hugging, laughing, crying, and eventually kissing. Hot kisses
too... really hot, and really good; really REALLY good and
Obi-Wan decided it was long past time to move the action
somewhere else, where they could be horizontal. Or at least
closer to a wall. Or a bathtub. He tried to convey this thought
without words to his Master - since his Master's lips were
presently locked on his and his tongue was half-way down his
throat - by tugging on his robe. Qui-Gon was not stupid, even
if he was hormonally challenged at the moment, and
enthusiastically agreed.
They had taken no more than two steps though when their dataset
chimed. Both men groaned in unison, and Obi-Wan made a
half-hearted attempt at persuading Qui-Gon to ignore it. But a
second chime brought his Master back to his senses.
"I'll get rid of whoever it is, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon rasped,
wiping drool from his chin and moving to the set. Luckily he
could sit and so whoever was calling could not see below his
waist.
Unluckily, it was the secretary for the Council. "Master
Qui-Gon," the little purple being said brusquely, "the Council
summons you immediately. Please acknowledge."
Closing his eyes briefly, Qui-Gon counted backwards from twenty
in Wookiee. "Um, can this wait, Dubov? My Padawan and I are in
the middle of something..."
"I'm sorry, Master Qui-Gon, but I've been instructed to ask for
your presence now. Your Padawan need not accompany you, if he
does not wish it."
"Fine." Knowing defeat when it kicked him in the stomach,
Qui-Gon gave up. "I'll be there momentarily."
Burying his face in his hands, Qui-Gon shook. Oh... this was
Sithly. Finally able to get into his Padawan's pants and the
Council... the Sithspawned...
"Master," a moaning purr came from his bedroom and Qui-Gon was
up like a shot, moving at hyperdrive speeds to his bedroom.
Obi-Wan was sprawled, thankfully still dressed, across his bed,
waiting for him. "What was the call, Master?" he asked
breathlessly, as Qui-Gon literally jumped on top of him and
began kissing him passionately.
"Hmmm? Oh. The Council. I'm being summoned immediately." Moving
from his Padawan's earlobe to his neck, Qui-Gon breathed in
deeply and commenced nibbling.
"NOW? But... but...oh... that feels so good..." After a few
moments of harsh breathing, Qui-Gon made himself slow down,
then stop.
"I have to go, Obi-Wan. But I'll be back. You don't have to go,
you can stay... have a shower, wait for me..."
"Oh, Master," that throaty purr very nearly caused Qui-Gon to
have an accident in his pants. "I'll be here. Waiting for you.
Hurry."
"I will... oh, I will..." Qui-Gon knew he had to go NOW or risk
not going at all, so he fled.
"Leave now? Immediately? As in right NOW? Are you sure?" Mace
Windu and Yoda exchanged puzzled glances. Qui-Gon Jinn was
simply not quite himself and they weren't sure why.
"Yes, right now; there will be a transport waiting for you on
pad five in ten minutes. I know it's short notice, but you'll
only be gone a week, and they've specifically asked for you,
Qui-Gon," Mace said, frowning.
Heaving a great sigh, Qui-Gon said, "Oh, very well. I'll get
Obi-Wan and I packed and get to the landing pad as soon as we
can."
"No," Yoda interrupted him. "Your Padawan not accompany you
this time, he will. In middle of exam week, he is, not miss
this he should. No danger there will be, no reason to take him
there is."
Qui-Gon stared at his diminutive Master in shock. Not go...
"But - but Obi-Wan's my Padawan, he should..."
"Qui-Gon," Mace said sternly. "This is exam week. Even
top ranked Padawans need to take their exams." Staring at his
friend and frowning, which appeared to be the only facial
expression he was capable of, Mace continued. "Obi-Wan will
stay here. You will go to Saleh and see to the signing of this
treaty. See that there are no more impediments. You should be
able to be back in a week. May the Force be with you."
Bowing his head in defeat, Qui-Gon left the chamber.
"A week? Alone? I can't go with you?" Obi-Wan was dressed in a
pair of leisure pants, his hair still damp from the shower. He
watched with incredulity as his Master hurriedly packed.
"No, it's 'exam week', as was forcefully brought home to me,"
Qui-Gon growled, shoving tunics and datapads into his satchel.
After a moment, Obi-Wan gently pushed him aside and took over,
neatly folding and packing.
"This is so unfair," he murmured, looking at his Master who had
sagged onto the bed mournfully. "I - I finally get up the
courage to tell you..."
Suddenly he found himself enfolded in a bear hug and pulled to
sit on his Master's lap. "It's only a week, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon
said, nuzzling the broad, muscled, warm chest before him. "And
when I get back..."
Running his hands through the long silvered hair, Obi-Wan said,
"When you get back, exam week will be over, and we'll have time
to... explore."
"Explore. Yes. Force, I love you."
Those words sent a thrill of passion and joy through the
Padawan. "I love you too, Qui-Gon. I'll wait. But when you get
back..."
Kissing the younger man thoroughly, Qui-Gon stood and
shouldered his pack. "Feel free to sleep in my bed while I'm
gone," he said huskily. "As far as I'm concerned, it's yours
now too." One last caress to his Padawan's cheek, and he was
gone.
"Mine, too," Obi-Wan murmured, grinning like an idiot. Then he
just spread his arms out and dove in.
FIRSTDAY
The next day was Firstday, and Obi-Wan had an exam in
Thermodynamics (or Thermogoddamics, as most of the Padawans
called it). He was first in his class and the exam was a
breeze. But the next day he had two exams, one in Sentient
Species Identification and the other in Metallurgical
Compounds, so he spent the afternoon studying. Then, his tasks
done, he ate and retired early to his Master's bed to
masturbate.
As he pulled on his cock, sprawled across the big bed, wrapped
in the aura and scent of Qui-Gon, he laughed to himself.
"MASTERbate," he thought lazily, pinching and rubbing pebbled
nipples and stroking himself roughly. He fantasized what would
happen when his big Master came home, how he would willingly
bend over any surface and allow himself to be taken, and what
it would feel like to have Qui-Gon swallow him whole. When he
came, he yelled Qui-Gon's name, then fell asleep, content.
TWODAY
His two exams on Twoday were rougher than the one before, and
Obi-Wan was beat by the time he made it home. He made himself a
sandwich and studied some more, but he had no exams the next
day so he didn't apply himself very hard. He knew he had three
down and three to go, but the worst was behind him.
Except, it slowly dawned on him, the worst was before him.
Qui-Gon would not be home for at least another five days. Just
thinking about his Master made his penis hard, and he moaned
around his mouthful of corned beef. This was Not Good.
After cleaning up the kitchenette, he took a hot shower. While
toweling himself dry, he remembered something from his past...
something that Bant had given him as a gag gift shortly after
he confided in her about his fantasy love for his Master.
Digging around in the bottom of his closet, he finally found
it... a large silicon dildo. It had embarrassed him no end when
she had given it to him (which was her intent), and he wasn't
really sure why he had kept it, but now... now it could come in
handy.
He hunted around in his 'fresher for something to use as lube,
but since he had never gone that far with another man, he could
find nothing. So he went to his Master's 'fresher and looked,
and came up with a rather small, old tube of sexual lubricant
that was mostly full. For some reason, that made him feel
perversely glad.
He lay down on his Master's bed again, breathing in Qui-Gon's
fading scent, and thought about what he wanted. He smeared some
of the lube on the dildo and rubbed it against his own cock,
pretending it was Qui-Gon's, and that was nice, but he wanted
more.
Tentatively, he reached one hand under his ass to finger his
anus, then rolled over to his stomach, the better to reach
himself. Coating his finger with the lube, he slowly pushed in,
overcoming his initial revulsion, and realized it felt good.
Really good. After a few minutes, he greased up another finger
and gently pressed two of them inside, and that felt even
better, once he was used to it. After a few more minutes, he
rolled to his side and gently introduced the dildo to his anus,
using breathing techniques to relax his muscles.
The dildo was much bigger than his fingers, but after a few
moments, his body adjusted and he was able to push in a little
farther. Then it started to feel wonderful, and suddenly, he
brushed up against something inside that made him jerk and yelp
and he was coming all over the place. With shaking hands, he
removed the dildo and flopped back on the bed.
"So that's my prostate," he thought to himself, grinning, as he
fell asleep.
WINDDAY
He had no exams on Windday, but had a killer scheduled for
Thirdday - Interpretation of 27th Century Republic Poetry. So
he barricaded himself in his apartment and divided the day into
segments: for the first hour, he studied, then he masturbated,
then he studied again for another hour, then he ate lunch. Then
he masturbated again, then studied, then downloaded a humanoid
pornographic chip ("for research purposes" he told himself,
choosing only male/male pairings), and masturbated to that.
Then he studied while he ate dinner, and went to bed early.
Examining the dildo, he thought about the chip movie he had
seen. He knew pretty much what went on with male/male sex, and
had in fact gotten to second base with a couple of his friends,
both male and female. But he had never gone beyond oral
gratification, and he realized he was saving himself for the
day when he could do that with his Master.
His fantasies had pretty much been non-specific; kissing,
fondling, some oral sex. But now he knew he wanted Qui-Gon
inside him, and when he considered it, realized he'd like to be
inside Qui-Gon too. "I wonder if Master is a top or a bottom?"
he mused aloud. It was too bad he couldn't use the dataset to
call his Master on this mission, and had to laugh over how his
Master would react to his asking that question.
Then he got down to what he needed to do. He actually got some
thrusting action with the dildo this time before coming, which
he figured was an improvement, and besides, it felt great. He
fell asleep thinking that Qui-Gon's quilt was really in need of
laundering.
THIRDDAY
Obi-Wan's poetry exam was in the early afternoon, which left
him the morning to study. He at his lunch in the commissary,
sitting at the Senior Padawan' s table with his friends. A
bedraggled looking Bant brought a tray to sit across from him
as he was finishing up. He looked at her sympathetically.
"Rough, huh?" he asked.
She looked at him through bruised eyes and just moaned. Then
she looked again. "Wait. Don't you have the 27 today?"
"Yep, in about fifteen. Why?"
Scrunching up her face at him, she said, "Then why do you look
so chipper? Everybody hates that class. And... wait a minute.
Isn't your Master off planet?"
Drooping slightly, he grimaced. "Uh-huh. For another three days
at least."
"That bites, Obi, I'm sorry," she said, but didn't stop staring
at him intently. "Did you... nah. Never mind."
"Did I what?" Obi-Wan asked, all innocence.
Bant hadn't been his friend since childhood for nothing, and
she could see right through him. "You did. You DID! Didn't you?
Tell me you did!"
"Bant!" he hissed, looking around. "Shut up! Yes, I did, but...
but, well, we couldn't do anything about it. He was called
away."
"Then he DOES..."
"BANT!" Obi-Wan reached across and slapped one hand to her
mouth. "Yes, he does, and I'm in heaven about it, but PLEASE
let's not discuss it here!"
Grinning like a maniac, Bant said, "Oh, all right. But as soon
as he comes back... I want details, Kenobi."
Widening his eyes at her, he said, "Not on your life. I'll tell
you some of it, but no details! You got that?"
When a Mon Calimari grinned, she really grinned. Bant kept on
grinning as she ate. "Well, all right, but we're definitely
gonna talk!" Obi-Wan shook his head and stood to return his
tray. "Hey, wait. You want to meet in P-hall tonight? Play some
Sabacc?"
"Um, no, that's all right," Obi-Wan hedged. "I got my AI exam
tomorrow, I'd better cram for it. But thanks anyway." With a
jaunty wave, he left the commissary.
Immediately upon Obi-Wan's departure, Bant was swarmed under by
their friends. "Well?" asked one Bothan Padawan abruptly, a
question that at least five others echoed.
Still grinning, this time smugly, Bant simply said, "Pay up."
FORNDAY
Obi-Wan's AI exam went well, as he was also in the top of the
class. Which was a good thing, as he had not gotten a lot of
sleep the night before. When he had returned from his Poetry
exam, he realized he needed to do his laundry, and checked his
Master's room as well. In doing so, he discovered three
complete sets of tunics in his Master's hamper, and rather than
doing all of them, he put one in with his own and kept the
other two out.
That evening he laid down on them, and the scent of his Master
kept him hard most of the night. His dreams all contained
Qui-Gon, taking him, being taken by him, sucking him, kissing
him, and by the morning it was evident that the sheets AND the
quilt had to be washed that day. He dropped them off at the
laundry on his way to his exam, very glad he had kept two of
his Master's dirty tunics from the wash.
For Sittisday, he had an exam in Hyperdrive Mechanics, which
would be his last. He studied in the afternoon, watched a
little of the porn chip (which by then bored him), re-made the
bed and laid down on it, naked. After using the dildo, he
drifted off to sleep, Qui-Gon's tunic under his head, becoming
quite homesick.
Which was weird, since he WAS home.
SITTISDAY
It was a bleary-eyed Obi-Wan who showed up early for his
Hyperdrive Mechanics exam, one he shared with Bant. He got
through the exam fine, and turned it in just after Bant had
turned in hers. Out in the corridor, he found her leaning
against the wall, waiting for him.
"Aw, Bant, lemme just go home, please?" he whined, walking into
the wall next to her and leaning his forehead against it.
"You look like shit, Kenobi," she said seriously. "Let's go get
something to eat while you tell me what the problem is."
Bant steered them to a quiet corner of the commissary, where,
to his surprise, Obi-Wan found himself spilling to his oldest
friend. She listened sympathetically, then to his comment that
he had felt homesick, simply nodded wisely. "Of course you feel
homesick," she said, "because home is where your Master is and
he's not there. Duh."
Obi-Wan stopped chewing on his pasta as that thought sank in.
"Oh."
"Just 'Oh'?" She asked, teasingly.
Flushing, he said, "Well, I had never thought about it like
that. But I guess you're right."
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right. It's about time you
realized that." Stretching her arms out, she ignored the way he
rolled his eyes and snorted at her. "At least I'm glad you got
some use out of that present," she added, fighting to keep a
straight face at his instant blush. "Okay. I 'm done, and I
know you're done too. Let's go spar. You need some OTHER
exercise too, you know."
"Bannnt..." he groaned, burying his face in his hands as she
chuckled.
RESTDAY
Finally done with his exams, Obi-Wan found himself at odds. The
standings were posted by midday and he was gratified to see he
was still in the top five percent, but it really meant nothing
without his Master there to celebrate with him. He cleaned
their small apartment until it gleamed and tried to read, but
he felt restless.
Bant came over and dragged him out of the Temple at lunch time.
They met several other senior Padawans and Obi-Wan surprised
himself by having a good time. But he begged off late night
activities, wanting to return home, the only place he felt
close to his Master.
After a late dinner, he stripped and once again climbed alone
into the big bed, wrapping the dirty tunics around him. He
started to reach for the dildo and one of the three new tubes
of lube he had purchased, but found his heart wasn't in it. Not
even his Master's scent cheered him up... the only thing that
helped was knowing Qui-Gon would probably return the next day.
Clutching the tunics to him, he fell asleep.
FIRSTDAY
By the time his shuttle landed, it was Firstday; just after
midnight. Qui-Gon had been grateful the pilot was willing to
forego the niceties of normal landing times, as he was eager to
get back home, eager to return to his Padawan, eager - VERY
eager - to finish what they had started before he left.
Trudging through the dark, quiet Temple, Qui-Gon's thoughts
took on a circular pattern... Padawan, home, Padawan, bed. The
damn Council could wait. He had filed his report from space and
told them he would put in the mandatory appearance sometime in
the LATE afternoon. If they didn't like it, that was tough.
His apartment was dark and he tried to be quiet as he entered.
He removed his boots and tiptoed into his bedroom, to find the
sight before him literally stealing his breath.
In the dim light from the uncurtained window, Obi-Wan lay on
his bed, curled up around a set of tunics that was obviously
not his. The sheet had been pushed partially off his nude body,
and he looked heartbreakingly young and vulnerable. Qui-Gon
swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat. Perhaps it was
not such a good idea after all to admit his love to the young
man, perhaps Obi-Wan just wasn't ready...
Then he saw the dildo on the nightstand. And the three tubes of
lube. Frozen immobility only lasted a second before he was
shedding his tunics and diving into the bed to nuzzle a warm,
satiny neck and to wrap his arms around a muscled chest, his
cock already rock hard and aching as he fitted himself tightly
to the smaller body.
Obi-Wan swam up out of sleep slowly, believing himself to be in
yet another dream of Qui-Gon. Only gradually did he realize
that what he felt was not a dream but real, all too real, and
the hot, hard length nudging his ass was not a piece of silicon
but the real thing... "Master!" he gasped, as Qui-Gon suckled
his earlobe. "You're back!"
"Um-hmmm..." was about the extent of Qui-Gon's vocabulary as he
nuzzled and licked his way down his Padawan's neck and back.
It was a struggle, but Obi-Wan managed to turn himself in his
Master's tight grip so that he was facing the bigger man. Then
he grabbed Qui-Gon's ears and pulled him in for a kiss,
devouring his hot mouth and moaning. "I missed you SO much," he
murmured, breaking the kiss to rub himself, catlike, against
his Master.
Qui-Gon's hands moved down to cup his ass and he pulled Obi-Wan
tighter against him. "I missed you too, Padawan. I could think
of nothing else except you this whole trip, wanting you,
needing you..."
"Me too," Obi-Wan said, diving in for another kiss. When they
broke for air, he said, "Take me. Please?"
Needing no other incentive, Qui-Gon just groaned and turned
Obi-Wan over on his stomach, reaching for one of the tubes of
lube. An explanation would just have to wait; right now, he saw
an ass that needed fucking.
Preparing Obi-Wan as carefully as he could, Qui-Gon was
inflamed by the younger man's cries and gasps. Finally
satisfied, he started to move forward but was stopped by
Obi-Wan's turning. "Wait," he gasped, rolling over. "Please.
Face to face." He lifted his legs, a hand behind each knee, and
looked up at his Master, his eyes filled with lust and love.
Trembling at the wanton display before him, Qui-Gon positioned
himself and carefully, as slowly as he could, thrust inside.
Tight heat enveloped him, and his shaking arms nearly gave out.
He gasped his pleasure out loud as Obi-Wan keened beneath him,
then lowered himself so that he could kiss his Padawan, even as
he began thrusting. Obi-Wan's incoherent cries became louder
and louder, and when Qui-Gon managed to reach around and
massage his cock, Obi-Wan screamed in orgasm. That pushed
Qui-Gon over the edge as well, and he gasped and shuddered as
he climaxed in his beloved Padawan's body.
Barely able to think, Qui-Gon managed to fall to the side of
Obi-Wan instead of on top of him, and the two men lay together,
the younger man's sperm drying between them. Finally Qui-Gon
felt he could move again, and gently withdrew his softening
penis, turning Obi-Wan in his arms to cuddle against him.
"Missed you," he repeated softly, kissing the spiky hair.
"Mmmmm.." was his inarticulate, incredibly sated reply. "I sure
hope this isn't another dream," he mumbled, pulling Qui-Gon's
arms tighter around him.
"No, it's not," Qui-Gon said, chuckling. "Have many of those
while I was gone, did you?"
"Um-hmmm," he replied, glad that Qui-Gon couldn't see his blush
in the darkness. "I, uh, needed to have your sheets and quilt
laundered."
Laughing gently, Qui-Gon simply hugged his Padawan to himself
more tightly. Just as they were drifting off, a thought
intruded. "Obi-Wan?"
"Hmm?"
"Um, do you think you could use that dildo on me in the
morning?"
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