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Pairing: Qui/Obi

Category: Qui/Obi, PWP

Archive: yes, m_a and nutters, inc (everyone else, please ask)

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Fiend in Flannel. No money.

Feedback: Always appreciated. I promise to give it a good home at raina_at@yahoo.de

Summary: Gratuitous Obi-Wan worship.

Notes: Title filched from T.S. Eliot

Series: Yes, 50 Ways. Vaguely follows #9, "Seeing Red", but only for the bell reference.

Thanks: My wonderful beta Tem-ve and Leandra for letting me snuggle her cat.

Dedicated to Lea's cat Ernesto for snuggling, cuddling and purring into my ear.

There were times on this mission when Qui-Gon thought he'd just slam his head against a wall and get it over with. And the worst part was, the one thing that would keep him grounded in situations like this - namely his Padawan - was absent. The Katarian Miners' Union had insisted that if the Jedi were to supervise the negotiations - if yelling at each other at the top of one's lungs counted as such -, one of them had to work in the mines with their common labourers for a tenday. They needed to see that the Jedi knew what they were talking about. Since he was the seasoned negotiator and the senior Jedi, the task of working in the mines had fallen to his Padawan, meaning the two of them had been separated for ten days.

The situation was extremely frustrating. Negotiations went about as well and as quickly as glacial movement or continental clashes, both parties of negotiators mistrusting every single word that was uttered. He had the world's worst headache and to add insult to injury, he'd discovered that he was actually allergic to the negotiators' fur, and needless to say, constant sneezing didn't help negotiations.

Decades of training against xenophobia didn't do anything against cat fur allergy, Qui-Gon mused. He decided he did not really care much for felines as he sneezed into his handkerchief. Fortunately, he was alone and on his way to the quarters he would share with Obi-Wan when he got here tonight.

Four long hours until he could expect his Padawan lover back. Ten days since he'd touched Obi-Wan, felt him over the training bond that the distance between the headquarters and the mining moon had numbed. Fine Jedi Master was he, mooning over his Padawan like the lovesick idiot he was when it came to Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon sighed. Here and now, Jinn, he reminded himself. There was still an annoyingly tall stack of data pads to look over for tomorrow's negotiations, he still needed to find a drug that helped with his allergy and he had exactly four hours to do all that, for then his Padawan would arrive and work would go out of the window for the night if Qui-Gon had anything to say about it. Knowing Obi-Wan and his sex drive, he had no doubt as to the further events of the evening.

Three and a half hours later, Qui-Gon walked down the corridor towards his quarters again, cursing fluently in Huttese, pondering why on a world full of felines nobody bothered to stock antihistamines. Grumbling under his breath about his dislike for all forms of feline life, he entered his quarters. The doors swished shut behind him and another curse died on his lips and his jaw went slack when his eyes fell on the common room couch, where his returned Padawan had taken up residence.

Force, but he was gorgeous, especially sprawled over the couch, fast asleep and completely relaxed. Not to mention that outfit. Qui-Gon swallowed and moved closer. Tentatively, he reached out to touch the material of the suit covering his Padawan like a second skin. Darkish blue, it was akin to leather, but not quite, it was soft and stretchable, yet it looked almost indestructible. It must be some kind of miners' overall, Qui-Gon thought, a theory that was supported by the logo of the mine stitched on the front of the suit. The thing didn't quite fit Obi-Wan, it was obviously too small in some places yet baggy at the knees, and when he turned slightly in his sleep, Qui-Gon could see that the suit's tail piece hung from his Padawan's ass, that not-quite-leather-covered, lush, firm, strong…

Breathe, Jinn. Breathe.

He ripped his eyes away from his Padawan's delicious backside and back to the young man's face, noticing the streaks of dirt on his cheeks, the dust in his hair. Obi-Wan must have been completely exhausted, for he hadn't even showered before falling asleep on the couch.

Qui-Gon sat down on the table next to the couch and softly traced his fingers over his Padawan's cheek. Obi-Wan gave a little unconscious purr and leaned further into the caress. A tenday among cats had no doubt been to the liking of his kitten of a Padawan, Qui-Gon thought with a smile. His slumber kitten lover, rubbing against him in his sleep, purring under his caresses, smiling in his sleep, then rolling onto his back and snoring slightly, presenting to Qui-Gon a stunning view.

He took up Obi-Wan's arm and lightly kissed his lover's palm, running his other hand through the sweaty hair. "I'll be right back," he whispered. Obi-Wan slept on, purring slightly. Qui-Gon smiled and decided he liked felines just fine.

When Qui-Gon returned with a bowl of warm, soapy water and a cloth, Obi-Wan was stretching. Long lines of body, arching up from the couch, skin-tight clingy material setting off muscles, lithe limbs stretching, writhing freely. A little moan that was half a purr, half a growl at the back of his throat. A sound felt more than heard. His head arched back, exposing creamy white skin of a throat that just begged to be marked.

Qui-Gon stood, staring, frozen in place. From the recesses of his mind, he remembered the lines of a Katarian poet: 'The mystical divinity/ of unashamed felinity'. Qui-Gon decided he loved felines.

He met his lover's eyes, blurry with sleep. "Hello, Padawan."

Obi-Wan smiled and wrinkled his nose at Qui-Gon. "Hello yourself." He stretched once again, this time only his arms, arching them over his head before he brought them down, running his hands along his throat, exposing something that reflected the light there. Then he lifted his arms again, holding them out to Qui-Gon. "Don't just stand there, come over here and kiss me."

Qui-Gon smiled at the sleepy, petulant tone, but he went nevertheless, setting the bowl down on the table and kneeling on the floor next to his lover's head. He leaned down and captured these sweet lips with his own, slipping his tongue between Obi-Wan's lips, tasting his lover fully. Obi-Wan arched up into the kiss and pulled Qui-Gon down at the same time, purring with contentment. It was a sound Qui-Gon could get very used to.

When they both needed to breathe, Qui-Gon drew back. Hovering inches above his Padawan's face, he ran one hand through Obi-Wan's hair and rested the other over his heart. He lowered the shields he'd kept up all week and simply basked in his lover's presence. "How was your week, love?"

"Long. Exhausting," Obi-Wan whispered and surged up again to claim Qui-Gon's lips once more. They kissed for a long time, taking their time exploring each other's mouths, sharing breath. Qui-Gon's hand travelled down Obi-Wan's stomach, drawing patterns on the soft, clingy material. Obi-Wan giggled when a finger poked into his side and broke the kiss. "I know what you're after, Master, and as much as I'd love to, much as I missed you, I'm afraid I'm too exhausted to move more than half an inch on this couch, much less engage in any reciprocative lovemaking here."

Qui-Gon smiled. "Who said anything about you reciprocating? Just lie back and close your eyes."

Obi-Wan's answering smile was wicked, but a huge yawn rather spoiled the effect. "I'll try to stay awake," he said with a chuckle.

"Thanks a lot." Qui-Gon's tone was as dry as the Tatooine desert.

Obi-Wan's laugh was almost apologetic. He let his head drop back and closed his eyes. A voice purred in his mind, /Do with me whatever you please, Master. Only try not to wake me. /

Qui-Gon laughed and dropped a soft kiss on the slack mouth. "Don't move until I tell you."

Obi-Wan smiled. "No problem whatsoever."

Smiling as well, Qui-Gon sat back and watched Obi-Wan relax back into the soft couch, watched the lithe body go limp, the strong limbs settle down with absolute trust. He knew that Obi-Wan had meant what he'd said. Qui-Gon was free to do whatever he wished with Obi-Wan now; the other man had given himself over to him with complete trust. The air almost hummed with all the warmth and love and nascent arousal in the ether between them.

He could feel Obi-Wan's anticipation of touch, of something, anything Qui-Gon would do or say, but Qui-Gon just leaned back and looked. Traced the body before him, a body he had formed and trained and loved for more years than he wanted to contemplate now. He knew every scar, every inch, every hair, every story this body told, he had been there or had found the scars exploring with eyes, fingertips or lips. He knew every sensual pleasure of Obi-Wan's body, knew him inside and out, every crevice, every mole, every secret, every desire, he'd shared it all, and Qui-Gon was at once overwhelmed by and completely at home with this all-consuming feeling they shared. Passion. Love. Trust.

A sigh eased from Obi-Wan, and he felt his lover's mind stretch toward his own, toward the feelings of love and warmth he radiated, like a flower stretched toward the sun. He moved closer and turned Obi-Wan's face towards him. "You are so beautiful."

Obi-Wan smiled and Qui-Gon had to kiss him again. He licked his lover's lips once, then withdrew again. Taking up the bowl of water and the cloth, he wetted the fabric and then ran it gently over Obi- Wan's face, cleaning away the dirt and the sweat. A sigh of satisfaction came from Obi-Wan, and he relaxed further into the couch. "Thank you."

"Shhh…" Qui-Gon put a finger over Obi-Wan's lips.

Qui-Gon and the warm cloth made their way down his throat, down silken skin, until they reached the high collar of the suit. He ran his fingers over the fabric, looking for fastenings he couldn't see, and finally his fingers found a zipper, sewn in so that it was almost invisible from the outside. He pulled at it and opened the suit from collarbone to groin. "It's going to be a challenge to get you out of this suit like this, Padawan."

/Not really. It has zippers at the arms and legs as well. /

"Practical."

Obi-Wan nodded and went back to being limp.

Qui-Gon took up the cloth again and let it wander down his Padawan's now completely exposed throat. Only it wasn't completely exposed. "Padawan, what is that?"

One blue-green eye opened. "It's a collar, Master. It was a parting gift from my co-workers. Isn't it cute?"

"Cute?" Qui-Gon's voice was a little higher than normal. Cute? Tight leather rope wound around his Padawan's perfect lily neck, and attached to it a small silvery bell that surely made the most adorable dinging sound when Obi-Wan moved. Qui-Gon shuddered. He would try out just how well this bell accompanied Obi-Wan's movements another time. Right about the same time Obi-Wan would find out he had kept the Father Solstice outfit.

Grinning, Qui-Gon moved even closer to the couch and traced the outline of the collar with his tongue and teeth, nipping at delicate skin. He felt Obi-Wan shudder and the pulse under his lips speed up from its tranquil, somnolent rhythm.

Burying his nose in the small hollow between neck and collarbone, he breathed in deeply, smelling sweat and that leathery material and Obi- Wan. He licked over the patch he'd smelled, then ran the cloth over it. He licked along the collarbone up to the shoulder until he reached the seams of the suit that still covered too much of his lover's glorious body. He took up the arm nearest to him and found the zipper. He opened it and exposed the arm up to the shoulder, realising that the zipper went up to where the one down the middle started, thus the suit fell away from one side of Obi-Wan's body.

Qui-Gon wetted the cloth again and ran it over Obi-Wan's arm, from each fingertip down to the shoulder and up again, tenderly over his inner arm, traced every finger, then moved back to his armpit. He kissed his way after the cloth, up Obi-Wan's inner arm toward his armpit, giving his elbow a friendly bite. Obi-Wan's even breathing hitched a bit, but he didn't say a word or move a muscle other than the ones it took him to smile. "Turn over," Qui-Gon whispered.

Obi-Wan did so, and the other arm was treated to the same gentle ministrations. Qui-Gon pried the fabric from Obi-Wan's back and picked up the cloth again, tracing patterns over the landscape of skin, over the mountains of spine and the plateaux of shoulder blade He swung up to the couch, straddling Obi-Wan's legs and bent down to taste that wonderful expanse of texture before him. He ran his hands up Obi-Wan's flanks and kissed every single bump of his spine down to the enticing mole next to his left hip. He kissed the last ridge before tracing the waistline of the suit with his tongue.

Obi-Wan shivered underneath him and moaned, a sound that went right through Qui-Gon and settled in his groin. He ignored his own arousal and continued to kiss and lick his way across Obi-Wan's back, kissing and nipping at moles, following ribs with his tongue, coming back to Obi-Wan's neck. He bit down and sucked a love bite into his lover's pale skin right there where shoulder and neck met.

His body covered Obi-Wan's, and Obi-Wan rubbed against him, arched into him, opening his senses to Qui-Gon, rough cloth of tunic against bare, sensitised skin, hot erection pressing against a leathery- covered ass. /Take me. /

Qui-Gon's cock jumped at the words. /But I thought you were too tired to reciprocate. /

Obi-Wan let out a shuddering breath and rubbed his still-clad ass against Qui-Gon's straining erection. /You're very invigorating. /

Qui-Gon smiled and whispered against Obi-Wan's ear, "Patience, love." He kissed the ear and licked delicately around the shell, delighting in Obi-Wan's ragged gasp.

/Bastard. /

Qui-Gon grinned smugly. /That's me. /

Obi-Wan groaned and Qui-Gon moved down his lover's body until he was sitting at the other end of the couch by Obi-Wan's feet. He used the Force to fetch the wet cloth and took up one of Obi-Wan's feet. Resisting the urge to tease his ticklish Padawan, he ran the cloth over the foot tenderly, but firmly enough not to tickle. He cleaned every individual toe before starting to suck on the little one.

A gasp and a moan. /You're trying to kill me, right? /

Qui-Gon chuckled with the toe still between his lips, and he could feel the vibration go through Obi-Wan in a shudder. The other foot was given the same thorough treatment, then Qui-Gon unzipped the legs of the suit, exposing long legs. "Raise your hips."

"Finally." Obi-Wan complied, but was disappointed when Qui-Gon only removed the suit and told him to lie down again.

Qui-Gon couldn't see the arched eyebrow, but he heard it in Obi-Wan's voice. "You ARE trying to kill me."

Qui-Gon chuckled again and gave Obi-Wan's now naked ass a friendly swat. "Not quite yet, brat."

With a heavy sigh that didn't hide the grin Qui-Gon could almost see, Obi-Wan lay down again obediently.

Qui-Gon smiled and went back to his sensual feast, kissing and licking his way up Obi-Wan's long legs, the insides of his thighs until he reached the enticing curves of Obi-Wan's buttocks. He fetched the cloth again and ran it over the smooth globes, first one, then the other. He dropped a kiss to the top of every perfect cheek, then he took the cloth up again and moved between them. Obi-Wan gasped as the warm, wet cloth traced the crevice between his cheeks, moaned as the cloth reached his puckered opening and circled it gently. Qui-Gon dropped a kiss to his tailbone and then followed the way of the cloth with his tongue, delving deeply into the crease and further down to the opening of Obi-Wan's body. He pressed a kiss to it and let his tongue delve in to lick, taste, tease.

"Master!" Obi-Wan gasped and a heavy shudder wracked his body. "Oh Force!"

Qui-Gon smiled. Profanity. An excellent sign. He delved deeper with his tongue, thrusting it into Obi-Wan's body, delighting in his lover's long moan that ended in a shuddering breath. "Force, Qui-Gon, don't stop, don't you ever stop!"

Qui-Gon chuckled, the vibration causing Obi-Wan to buck against him. "Sith! Please, Master, please."

Qui-Gon probed the bond and found a gibbering mass of incoherent Padawan on the other end, who didn't even know what he was begging for only that he had to have it now.

Qui-Gon turned Obi-Wan around slowly, staring at his lover, flushed, aroused, gloriously erect, naked except for that collar, but what drew his gaze like a magnet were Obi-Wan's eyes, stars to his heavens, glowing, fuzzy and almost completely blue, shining with love and need and desire and everything Qui-Gon had never thought he'd find in anyone.

Never looking away from Obi-Wan's glowing eyes, he hooked the Padawan's legs over his shoulders and slowly, ever so slowly, entered his lover's body, watching Obi-Wan's eyes go wide, then close as another of these deep, shuddering moans left his body. He stopped. "Look at me."

Blue eyes flew open again and locked with his. He began to push again, slowly, until he was sheathed completely in his lover's body. Tight. Hot. Home. Wishing he could stay here forever, just like this, locked, eyes, body, heart and mind, but already the urge to move was strong and he could feel Obi-Wan's hips shift and move against him, could sense his lover's aching, tired muscles straining, so he took the movement from him and began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster as both their hearts sped up and arousal flew high, their minds entwined as their bodies, flying on a cloud of sensation, of love and need and pleasure that spiralled higher and higher. Qui-Gon pried his hand away from the creamy, soft skin of Obi-Wan's hip and curled it around the softer skin of his lover's cock, pumping in time with his thrusts and their hearts, making them soar even higher together until Obi-Wan shuddered and came, clenching his muscles around Qui-Gon, and then Qui-Gon was falling with him, shattering, falling into Obi-Wan's blue, blue eyes as he collapsed half on top of his lover, his head coming to rest on Obi-Wan's shoulder.

For long moments, they did not speak, just floated together on the ripples of afterglow. /We've made a mess, / Obi-Wan sent after what seemed an eternity, his mental voice sleepy and almost inaudible.

/Well, I'll just have to wash you again, / Qui-Gon answered, but Obi- Wan was already asleep again, and from where Qui-Gon was lying, he could feel his lover's purring snores vibrate through him.

He smiled and kissed the nearest patch of skin. "Sleep well, my kitten," he whispered, deciding that as long as Obi-Wan didn't grow any fur, he might have finally discovered an incarnation of felinity he could cuddle to his heart's content. He smiled to himself and set out to do just that.

End