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And no one pays me for it.
Summary: Obi Wan seeks counselling.
Warnings: Spew, I hope.
Notes: This one was clearly inspired by Lilith and Mona's
recent fics. So thank you to them both.
This little bunny wouldn't let me be this morning until I had
written it. Wouldn't even let me have any smut. Bad, bad bunny.
Thank you to Pumpkin for looking at it for me and telling me to
post it. Otherwise, it might still be sitting in the drafts
folder.
"Please, sit." The counselor gestured to an armchair near his
own. "What can I help you with Padawan Kenobi?"
"Well," Obi Wan chewed on his lower lip. "It's a little
embarrassing."
"Most of the things people come here for are."
"Yeah, I guess so." He looked down. If he didn't tell then he
was just wasting the counselor's time, and his own. "It's my
master. I don't... I don't desire him."
"You don't desire your master."
"No." Obi Wan's voice was low. His head hung in shame.
"Why does that trouble you?"
"He's my master. I'm supposed to desire him. Expected, it is."
"Well, yes. But just because most Padawans desire their masters
at some point that doesn't mean all do. Sometimes the master
and padawan are not of compatible species. It happens."
"My master and I are the same species."
"Oh. It might help if I knew who your master is."
"Qui Gon Jinn."
"Qui Gon Jinn. Your Qui Gon Jinn's apprentice."
"Yes," Obi Wan answered glumly.
"And you don't desire him."
"No."
Something clearly was wrong with the boy. Qui Gon Jinn. How
could one not desire Qui Gon Jinn? There had to be some way he
could help the boy.
"Have you looked at him?"
"Looked at him?" Obi Wan echoed. "Yes, I've looked at him."
"Unclothed?"
Obi Wan sighed. "Yes, unclothed. And he is as formidable as
everyone imagines him to be."
"As everyone imagines him to be?" He repeated.
A glum nod. "I get asked about it all the time. Everyone wants
to know." He was quiet for a moment. "I don't get it. How come
everyone in the Temple desires him except me?"
"Do you share quarters?"
"Yes."
"Do you sleep in the same bed?"
Obi Wan shook his head.
"What about on missions?"
"We are always provided with separate quarters on missions."
"Even aboard the transports?"
Obi Wan nodded.
"Do you get injured a lot?"
"No." Obi Wan was puzzled.
"Do you ever require comfort from your master, need him to take
care of you?"
"No."
"You've never been kidnapped, enslaved, tortured or raped?"
"No. I don't see how that would make me desire my master."
"What about Qui Gon? Has he been kidnapped, enslaved, tortured
or raped while you've been his padawan?"
"No."
"Have you ever had to comfort him or take care of him?"
"No."
"What about masturbation?"
"What?"
"Have you ever watched your master masturbate?"
"No. I don't think he does."
"Ever seen him with someone else?"
"No. He's very discreet."
"Has he ever watched you masturbate?"
"No."
"Never? He's never walked in on you in the shower? Seen the
results of a wet dream and given you a knowing look?"
"No."
"Has he ever caught you having sex with someone else?"
"No."
"Either of you ever been accidentally or deliberately given an
aphrodisiac or some other inhibition lowering substance?"
"No."
"Ever been sent undercover as a slave and his owner?"
"No."
"Ever had to attend a fertility ritual?"
"No."
"Not even one involving a virgin sacrifice?"
"No."
"Hmmm. Perhaps I should speak to the Council about your
assignments. You and Master Jinn seem to be missing all of the
good ones."
"I'd really rather you didn't. Master Jinn doesn't know I'm
here."
"There are other possible solutions we can try first. Have you
bathed with him?"
"No."
"Showered?"
"No."
"Gone swimming in the nude?"
"No."
"Stood naked under a waterfall, letting the water caress you
while he watched?"
"No."
"Have you ever been jealous at the sight of someone else
hitting on your master?"
"No."
"Ever followed him to a prostitute or an S/M club?"
"No. I can't imagine Master Jinn doing such a thing."
"One never knows, Padawan Kenobi. You'd be surprised." He
paused for a moment. There was one obvious possibility. "Are
you straight?"
"What?"
"Heterosexual? Are you heterosexual?"
Obi Wan looked horrified.
"Do you desire women?"
"NO. How could you even suggest such a thing? That's just, just
disgusting."
"I am sorry, Padawan Kenobi. I had to ask."
"Okay, well if you don't desire your Master. Who do you
desire?"
"I, I don't think I can tell you."
"Padawan, I can't help you unless you are honest with me."
"Master Yaddle."
"Yaddle. I don't know how to tell you this, but Master Yaddle
is female."
"Female?" Obi Wan quailed.
"I know it is hard to tell with her species, but Master Yaddle
is female."
Obi Wan looked stricken.
"It's okay, Padawan. It's not as if you knew she was a she." He
looked thoughtful. "I think I can help you with your problem. I
want you to return to your quarters and meditate on your
master."
"I've tried that."
"This time I want you to meditate on the things which make him
so absolutely delicious. Start with the cerulean blue eyes,
think about how they seem to look straight into your soul."
Obi Wan knew he should have insisted on a female counselor.
"Then think about that voice. Imagine it filled with lust.
Deep, husky, moaning your name."
Obi Wan nodded glumly.
"Imagine those lips on yours, his beard tickling you. That hair
loose around his shoulders, brushing against your skin as he
nibbles and licks his way across your chest. And those hands. I
think you should devote at least an hour just to his hands.
Long callused fingers, such strength in those hands, but they
will touch you oh so gently."
Obi Wan decided that the counselor was going to need a cold
shower before too long.
"Imagine removing his clothes, running your hands over that
broad chest and back, feeling the power in that body. And you
said he was formidable. Imagine what it would be like to hold
that cock in your hands, to stroke it, to taste it." Abruptly
realizing that he had just used the word cock in a counseling
session, he stopped. Clearing his throat, he said, "If that
doesn't help. Come back and we'll see what else we can try."
Obi Wan rose. "Thank you, sir."
He walked back toward his quarters in a funk. He didn't really
think that meditations would work. He'd tried it before. And
the counselor wanted his master. Sometimes it seemed as though
everyone in the Temple desired Qui Gon except him. He bet even
Master Yaddle wanted Qui Gon.
Lost in thought, he didn't notice the banana peel on the top of
the stairs. He was tumbling down the steps before he had quite
registered what was happening.
Qui Gon appeared as if from nowhere, gathering his injured
apprentice into his arms, nestling him against that broad
chest. He carried Obi Wan to the healers.
Obi Wan watched his master hover, concern written across his
handsome features. He really was the epitome of masculine
beauty, Obi Wan decided. And those arms, that chest, he had
never felt so safe, so cherished, as he had when Qui Gon
carried him away from those accursed stairs.
After treating his bruises, the healers released him. Qui Gon
insisted on carrying home. He protested weakly, making sure he
didn't argue strenuously enough to dissuade Qui Gon. He nestled
against his master's chest, reveling in the feel of hard
muscle.
He looked up at the man holding him and his breath caught. His
master was so... masterful.
Qui Gon smiled to himself. It had finally happened. His
apprentice desired him. He'd have to thank the counselor for
the tip about the banana peel.
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