Category: Crossover, PWP. A piece of fluff and smut in the
Stargate Jedi series.
Summary: The Jedi's first 4th of July on Earth.
Archive: M_A, Rauhnee's archive list, my page
http://www.shadowynd.com/~elaynas_den/index.html
Feedback: Would make my holiday.
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Dedicated: To my sister who made the weekend very special and
is a walker partner extraordinaire.
Notes: Unbeta'd because it was finished ten minutes ago and
(by my time) there's 6 hours of the holiday left. Happy 4th Of
July!
Disclaimer: The boys belong to the great George Lucas,
Stargate SG-1 to Double Secret Productions, Gekko, Showtime,
MGM, whomever.
There were times, even in the midst of commanding a top-secret
project whose success could mean the difference between a
peaceful existence and the destruction of the entire planet,
that life was simply... good.
General Hammond forked the last of his strawberry shortcake
into his mouth, set his paper plate on the grass beside him,
leaned back in his canvas chair, and patted his full belly
while contemplating whether a second helping would be too
indulgent. His gaze drifted with satisfaction over the hundreds
of Stargate project members spread across the clearing. Most
were sprawled on blankets or canvas chairs in little clusters,
eating, chatting, and listening to the sounds of the sixties
playing on the stereo system. A few of the people that the
General always regarded as instinctive 'hostess-types' were
still moving around, making sure everyone had enough
hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, potato chips, fresh fruit,
drinks, or strawberry shortcake. The most energetic ones had
finished eating and were back at the volleyball nets, hitting
the ball back and forth by the light of lanterns, the last rays
of sun having deserted the day.
Since adopting Cassandra, Janet Frasier's interest in both the
mental and physical health of the Stargate members had
increased even beyond her usual keen conscientiousness. It was
her idea to organize a massive 4th of July celebration. While
being stationed in Colorado was not as difficult as being
isolated in a foreign country, it could seem very far from home
for team members who came from states as distant as Florida,
New York and Alaska. Drafting a few volunteers to help, Janet
had found a large clearing in the mountains above the complex,
organized food supplies, volleyball nets, lot of sunscreen and
various sundries to make this Tuesday a special day. And if
there was anything that someone trained by the U.S. military
did well, it was mobilize a large group of people. Nice to have
a fun reason to mobilize for once, the General mused.
While he regarded all of the people under his command with a
certain paternalistic fondness, he admitted only to himself
that some were his particular favorites. The self-proclaimed
King of the Barbecue, Jack O'Neill, and his commandeered
assistant, Dr. Daniel Jackson, were busy cleaning up the
grills. They were both wearing official issue black t-shirts
and khaki shorts, though Jack sported a floppy chef's hat and
an apron with the words, "Universe's Best Chef," an appellation
that he challenged anyone to prove inaccurate. Janet was doing
hostess duty, serving coffee and tea, her face animated as she
chatted with people while spooning out sugar and cream. She had
dug out civilian clothes, wearing white shorts and a white
shirt with flowers.
The Jaffa Teal'c was with the volleyball players, working on
his technique. Though he and the Jedi only learned the game
that day, they quickly formed an unbeatable trio, their natural
physical prowess allowing them to dominate the play. Hammond
suspected that the Master-Padawan bond also gave the Jedi a
unique advantage, as one would set up the ball and the other
would spike it over the net, working in an uncannily smooth
unison.
Though several good-naturedly suggested the three had
practiced in secret, no one seemed to seriously mind the alien
trio forming the nucleus of a mighty team which clobbered all
others throughout the day. Hammond guessed the lack of anger
resulted because the Jedi exemplified good sportsmanship.
Everything they did, they did to the best of their abilities.
They played to win because it showed they were utilizing their
full skills, not necessarily to beat someone else. Qui-Gon
couldn't stop the teacher core of his personality coming to the
fore, occasionally halting the game to huddle with the other
team, make strategy recommendations, or point out flaws in
their form, despite his own team's rueful complaints. Only
Obi-Wan seemed unsurprised, shaking his head with a small smile
on his lips. The other Stargate members instinctively
appreciated and reacted to their attitude, fun rather than
competition remaining the paramount objective for the
day.
His gaze finally found the Jedi at the edge of the clearing.
Qui-Gon was sitting on the ground, his back leaning against a
tree, legs stretched out in front of him. Obi-Wan was sprawled
on the grass, his head resting in Qui-Gon's lap. Qui-Gon's hand
was moving slowly through Obi-Wan's hair, ruffling then
smoothing the spiky haircut.
The last two of his favorite people paused in front of him,
interrupting his musings. Samantha Carter and Cassandra Frasier
also opted for brightly colored shorts and tops. With their
blond hair, they would have made a better physical match as
mother and daughter than Cassandra and the brunette doctor.
Instead, they had claimed the roles of favorite honorary aunt
and niece. "Sparkler, Sir?" Sam asked, holding out a thin stick
to the General.
Hammond frowned. "In these woods, Major?" The weather had been
dry and warm for the last several weeks. After Jack and
Daniel's excessive caution while lighting the barbecue coals,
waving fireworks around seemed unwise.
"These are alien fireworks, General," Cassandra said happily.
"Sam made them just for me." Her sparkler was already lit and
she waved it gaily, the burning blue end leaving faint patterns
in the air.
Sam smiled as she explained, "I used technology that SG-4
brought back from PKJ-623. I made some fireworks to shoot in
the air, too. All perfectly safe."
Her enthusiasm was the quality Hammond most appreciated in
Sam. She loved her work, science, her family and her friends
all with equal passion, throwing herself into projects with
energy and joy. A complaint from her lips was a rare
occurrence. He could imagine her after a long day of
exploration with SG-1, hunched over in her lab, designing an
improved sparkler for her friends' kid. She was the type who
would relish the scientific challenge and never lament the loss
of her free time.
Shaking his head, Hammond answered, "Thank you, Major, but
no."
"Beneath your dignity, Sir?"
"Beneath my age, Major. Let others have fun with them."
Sam accepted the negative response gracefully, leaning down to
Cassandra so close their heads were almost touching to suggest,
"Let's see if the Jedi want some."
"Cool!" They gave brief nods to the General and walked off,
Cassandra entranced by her sparkler as she skipped at Sam's
side. Obi-Wan opened his eyes as the two walked up but didn't
move, remaining in his comfortable position on the
ground.
"Sparkler?" Sam asked.
"Aren't they pretty?" Cassandra added, waving her sparkler so
it formed squiggly circles in the dark.
Qui-Gon looked perplexed but Obi-Wan smiled with delight as he
sat up. "Sparklers! Do you have red? I - Daniel - used to love
red."
"Red it is," Sam said cheerfully, handing him one.
"Qui-Gon?"
"Thank you, but I'll just watch Obi-Wan," he said.
Holding the sparkler gingerly by the metal base, Obi-Wan
asked, "Do you have a match?"
"These are alien fireworks," Cassandra said again. "Like us.
You don't need a match."
Leaning forward, Sam flicked a fingernail on the top of the
red sparkler held in Obi-Wan's hand. It ignited with a quick
flare, the color even more vibrant than Obi-Wan remembered from
Daniel's childhood.
The younger Jedi leaned back, his back resting on Qui-Gon's
chest. He began waving the sparkler, as Sam and Cassandra
wandered off to find more willing recipients.
Draping one arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders, Qui-Gon studied
the red lines and circles left hanging in the air for the few
seconds before they faded away. "Are you forming particular
patterns?"
"Hieroglyphics," Obi-Wan replied. "Daniel always traced
hieroglyphics with his sparkler. He felt like it was a magical
pen communicating with the ancient Egyptians."
They both looked over to the barbecue area where Jack was
pretending to flip burgers with his sparkler while Cassandra
giggled at his antics. Daniel stood to one side, absentmindedly
drawing the symbols used to dial Stargate destinations. "Daniel
is always Daniel," Qui-Gon said. "I thought fireworks in the
sky were traditional for the Fourth."
Surprised, Obi-Wan twisted to see his lover's face. "You've
seen fireworks before." The Jedi Master had never evinced much
interest in watching the colorful displays, considering them
only as a beautiful and necessary part of celebrations for some
cultures. Fireworks signified that their diplomatic
negotiations were successful and the two could return to
Coruscant or travel to their next mission.
"On many planets," Qui-Gon's agreed quietly.
Realizing when patience was required, Obi-Wan leaned back,
snuggling into Qui-Gon's chest. "Fireworks come after the
sparklers."
The two Jedi continued to watch Obi-Wan's flickering red
sparkler as he waved it around, forming mystical designs,
letting it burn slowly down. Obi-Wan was content to wait for
the revelation of why Qui-Gon wanted to watch fireworks. When
Janet's plans were first announced, the two made an effort to
escape for a private holiday festivity, but Janet's steely gaze
and Daniel's careless, "The 4th's a Tuesday and we work Monday
and Wednesday," aborted that attempt.
Thinking of Qui-Gon having a plan in mind despite being
trapped in this large group made Obi-Wan tingle with both
anticipation and worry. His Master was an inventive, selfless,
and creative lover, but the large crowd would prohibit much
activity. Sometimes when Daniel's memories and attitudes washed
over him, Obi-Wan wondered what he had done to deserve someone
like Qui-Gon in his life.
Then he remembered that he was a Jedi and it was the will of
the Force.
Commotion from one end of the clearing indicated Sam
completing a final check on her fireworks. The people who had
still been wandering around found good spots to sit and watch,
while the seated ones turned to faced Sam as she fussed with
what appeared to be a modified bazooka on a tripod. Obi-Wan
realized they were isolated at the end of the clearing farthest
away from the fireworks, looking at motley rows of backs.
He gazed up at Qui-Gon with suspicious eyes. "You planned
where to sit, didn't you?"
Not denying the accusation, Qui-Gon began rearranging them,
pulling Obi-Wan to sit between his legs, the younger Jedi
complying with a bit of trepidation. While no one was sitting
close, they could be easily seen. Or heard.
With a loud pop, the first of the fireworks went soaring up
and exploding in the air, bursts of silver streamers lighting
the night sky.
/ / It's the first time we've watched fireworks together as
lovers./ /
/ / Yes / / Obi-Wan cautiously answered, beginning to worry
about Qui-Gon's plan. Making love close to a crowd seemed
risky.
/ / I wanted to see if it was true. / /
/ / If what was true? / / Obi-Wan's nervous delight escalated.
From the huskiness of Qui-Gon's tone, making love was
definitely on the agenda.
/ / The vibrancy of fireworks, they way they explode with a
furious roar and spread color throughout the darkness...if they
are truly as glorious as how I feel when we make love. Those
silver streamers...those are how I feel when I kiss you. /
/
Obi-Wan stifled a groan as he tried not to think about them in
a passionate embrace, kissing deeply, while a cascade of gold
followed the silver.
/ / Now that is definitely when I lick your nipples then close
my teeth on one tight peak and feel you shiver. I love the
responsiveness of your body, my love. / /
Qui-Gon wasn't moving, but Obi-Wan felt consumed by his
presence. Obi-Wan's buttocks were cradled into Qui-Gon's hips,
his lover's longer legs on the outside of his, Qui-Gon's broad
chest supporting his back.
Sam was allowing just enough time for the fireworks to
dissipate and excitement to build before firing the next
volley. Qui-Gon took advantage of the time delay to rub his
hands on Obi-Wan's chest, the fingers finding Obi-Wan's taut
nipples through the fabric of his t-shirt.
/ / Anyone could turn around and look at us! / / Obi-Wan
shakily replied.
/ / Focus on us, my love, us and the fire raging through our
bodies. / / Qui-Gon said nuzzling at Obi-Wan's neck before a
shower of red exploded above the clearing. / / Your cock, I
think. When I take as much in my mouth as I can and suck hard,
tasting the flavor that is uniquely yours. / /
The mental words continued, smooth and seductive, sharing
graphic descriptions of their love accompanied by the visual
feast in the darkness, overwhelming Obi-Wan. It startled the
Padawan to realize for the first time that Qui-Gon rarely
discussed physical expressions of love. He was generous with
his emotions, sharing them openly and honestly. The blunt words
of sex and passion, of nipples and butts and cocks, were all
the more erotic for their newness.
A shower of purple, its streamers spreading out even farther
than the silver and gold.
Qui-Gon's hands moved from Obi-Wan's nipples to his hips,
spreading wide over the front of his shorts, the warmth of the
large hands burning through the fabric. / / When you wrap your
legs around my hips and let me sink into your tight body. When
I'm watching your face as you gasp for breath but you still beg
for more. Plead with me to sink even deeper, until my cock is
completely buried. / /
Obi-Wan squirmed, his fingers digging deeply into Qui-Gon's
strong upper thigh muscles. He stifled his moan by burying his
mouth in Qui-Gon's bicep.
A dozen small starbursts of gold, looking like a field of
sunflowers in the sky.
/ / When I rim you, tasting your sweet opening, fondling your
luscious buttocks, the muscles under your taut skin flexing and
quivering. / / Qui-Gon reached underneath to cup Obi-Wan's ass,
massaging the firm globes.
At the next cluster, Obi-Wan thought wildly / / Teal? They
didn't have teal fireworks when Daniel was a kid./ /
Qui-Gon's calm was noticeably disintegrating as he noted Sam
should be given credit for her creative improvements and
continued, sounding rough and harsh / / When I'm on my hands
and knees, my legs spread wide and you're fucking me. When you
bury your hard cock in my ass. My muscles grab at you because I
never want you to stop. / /
Obi-Wan's mental voice was decidedly wavering as he replied /
/ I'm delighted to hear it affects you the same when I'm on
top. / /
/ / Any way we make love is perfect. / /
/ / Any way, any place, any time / / Obi-Wan agreed, / / but I
still can't believe you instigated this NOW! / /
Despite his complaint, Obi-Wan loved every minute as he was
fast losing control. The wandering hands settled firmly on
Obi-Wan's crotch, stroking his stiff erection through his
shorts. Qui-Gon's hips were lifting off the ground, grinding
his own massive erection against Obi-Wan's ass. Their bodies
rubbed together, the cotton and denim of their clothes damp
with sweat. Electric heat sparked from bare skin as their legs
slid against each other. The fireworks began coming closer and
closer together, the fading colors of the previous set
overlapping with the dynamic glory of the next.
A bright fuchsia ... / / watching the sway of your hips as you
walk / / ... blue and red combined ... / / when you go down on
me, the greedy sounds emerging from the back of your throat / /
... orange and gold ... / / when we make love outdoors and I
can watch the glow of the sun on your supple skin / /
As a multi-colored rainbow filled the sky and powerful hands
squeezed his cock, Obi-Wan came, strong teeth biting down on
Qui-Gon's arm to conceal his cry of release. He didn't see the
final fireworks, his eyes tightly shut as he buried his face,
but the colors scorched his eyes and burned into his brain, the
loud pops of sound deafening him. Qui-Gon followed him seconds
later, the colors searing through his mind as he arched into
Obi-Wan, almost forcing the breath out of him, his powerful
arms wrapped around Obi-Wan's chest.
Their bodies slumped back exhausted as they panted, watching
the last of the colors falling to Earth and dissipating. The
crowd remained in place for a moment, their exclamations of
wonder silenced with respectful awe before a round of clapping
broke out.
/ / Qui-Gon, people will begin to move soon! / / Obi-Wan gave
a frantic warning before scrambling up and lurching into the
forest. / / We're a mess! / / Extinguished during the fireworks
show, the lanterns were re-lit. By their glow and the shining
moon, Obi-Wan watched Qui-Gon rise more sedately and follow
him. The Jedi Master's face was pure confidence, calm and
unruffled as he smoothed his hair back into place. The tall,
lean body, encased in tight white t-shirt and blue denim shorts
could have belonged to any superbly healthy Earth male. The
lack of concern about the stain across the fly was decadently
wanton. Obi-Wan didn't know whether to worry how to hide their
disheveled state from their friends or thank Qui-Gon for being
the center of his world.
/ / Fortunately, I foresaw this possibility. I told Janet we
would walk back and do some Jedi exercises as part of night
survival training. We can enter through the access tunnel once
everyone is asleep. / /
They could hear the noise of the crowd, people talking about
which fireworks were the prettiest, loading supplies into the
trucks, preparing to leave.
Relaxing, Obi-Wan leaned forward, Qui-Gon's arms loosely
encircling him. / / Thank you for not living in the moment all
the time. / / They smiled and kissed gently for a moment. / /
But it will take at least an hour for everyone to get back to
base and settle in. / /
/ / So? / /
"So, you only said red and blue," Obi-Wan whispered, dropping
to his knees in the dirt. As he reached for the button on
Qui-Gon's shorts, he added, "I'm going to make you see the moon
and stars too."
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