DISCLAIMER: George Lucas owns the world and all the playthings
in it. I hope he's not going to mind that I've borrowed a few
of his toys for a while, and I promise to return them unharmed
and much happier for the experience.
THANKS to my betas: Mercutio, SSPND, DebK, Marcelle, and
Lorelei. If there are still typos and mistakes they are all
mine.
SPECIAL THANKS: to saraid who was completely gracious and
understanding when I told her I'd independently managed to use
the theme of a Jedi first time ritual that was very similar to
the one she used in her exquisite story Memory Box.
A storm gathered outside Obi-Wan's window, lightning flashing
and thunder rolling. Storms on Coruscant were rare, and deadly,
nature finally striking back at the world that had all but
ceased to let it exist.
Through the noise and light show, Obi-Wan paced. His nerves
were strung taut. He walked from one end of his quarters the
short distance to the other, unable to find his center or
relax. Excitement hummed through his nerves.
His decision had been made a long time ago, but at last, all
the pieces had fallen into place. He and his master had
returned the previous day from a grueling, but highly
successful mission and had been granted several days leave.
Qui-Gon would be as receptive tonight as he would ever be.
With a sigh, Obi-Wan reached the other end of the room and
turned, starting back the other way. Finally, disgusted with
himself and his inability to calm down, he stopped in the
middle of the room, took a breath, and knelt.
By the Force, he would meditate. There must be calm, he
could not go to his Master keyed up, or Qui-Gon would know
something was amiss immediately, not that his master would not
know his purpose within a moment of his speaking, he'd rather
not startle Qui-Gon with worry.
Clearing his mind of all extraneous thoughts, he concentrated
finding his center and restoring calm and serenity to his mind
-- or at least what passed for it. Tonight was the first moment
of peace he and Qui-Gon had been granted since he'd reached his
majority three months ago and the first time he'd had a chance
to act on that fact.
Because he had waited until reaching adulthood before lying
with anyone, by Jedi tradition, he could choose whomever he
wished for the first time, presupposing that person was
available and willing. Most beings were thrilled to be asked --
giving a Jedi their first time was considered a tremendous
honor.
Obi-Wan smiled. He'd heard a rumor once about a bold young Jedi
who had asked the reigning Monarch of Alderaan for his first
time, and the Monarch, who had been unattached at the time, had
agreed. Afterward, the two had become fast friends, working on
many treaties and agreements together.
He'd gone to considerable trouble to acquire the knowledge he
needed to see his plans through. To not even make the attempt
would make all of the previous preparation a worthless gesture
-- something he could not do. Besides which, he wanted Qui-Gon
with a hunger, a passion that defied everything.
Why was he so worried? Hadn't he been planning this night for
almost as many years as he'd understood his feelings for Qui-
Gon?
Squaring his shoulders, he glanced out the window as lightning
stuck in a huge flash of energy illuminating the night sky.
Energy seemed to crackle in the air, and in him.
With a confidence he wasn't sure he really felt, he opened the
interior door to the large common room that joined his bedroom
with Qui-Gon's, and strode across the space to knock on the
opposite door.
Answering in a sleep robe, his face slightly flushed from what
Obi-Wan assumed was his Master's nighttime kata, Qui-Gon held
the door open so that he could enter.
He took two steps into the room and turned to face Qui-Gon,
bowing low from his waist. "Qui-Gon Jinn, as an adult I ask you
spend this night with me for my First Time. How do you say?"
The words were part of the ritual of First Time. He'd been
taught it when he'd reached sixteen. Most of his peers did not
bother to wait for it, indeed, he'd received many offers over
the years, all of which he'd turned down in favor of making his
own offer, now.
Expecting the ritual words of acceptance, Obi-Wan couldn't
believe they were not immediately forthcoming. The silence
stretched.
A bright flash from the storm lit the dim room briefly, and
then a clap of thunder distracted them both as the lights
flickered. Even the Temple generators could fall victim to the
violence of a Coruscant storm.
With a sinking heart, Obi-Wan met Qui-Gon's eyes, the storm
forgotten again.
Over the years that he'd dreamed of this moment, gone over many
possible scenarios for the night, he never truly expected to
see the surprised disbelief now on his Master's face. Qui-Gon
didn't want him -- even for one night. Tears stung the backs of
his eyes and something fragile inside him shattered.
Obi-Wan took a shuddering breath. He'd made a horrific mistake.
All he could do now was hope that somehow he could salvage
their relationship. "Master, I'm sorry."
"No Obi-Wan, you misunderstand...."
Obi-Wan cut him off, not able to bear whatever excuses his
master might wish to speak. "What is there not to understand?"
Somehow he'd managed to keep his voice steady, none of his
devastation leaking through. Oh, he knew he'd never be able to
hide it for long, but maybe just long enough to purge the worst
of it. Above all, his Master must never know how badly this
rejection hurt.
"Obi-Wan, I would not hurt you for the world. You caught me by
surprise."
By surprise? And if Qui-Gon had been prepared, his mater would
have let him down more gently. Another deep breath as Obi- Wan
fought off tears. "Please forget I spoke." He was surprised he
could still talk. All of his dreams in tatters, he wanted
nothing more than to get out of this room as fast as he could
and find a place to cry. He inched toward the door.
A tendril of concern came from his Master through their bond,
but he clamped down tight, not letting it touch him. He could
not endure it.
Shock at the rejection stained Qui-Gon's face. "No. I'm the one
who is sorry. I did not answer quickly enough. I didn't expect
this from you."
"Look, it's all right. I understand. Really. It wouldn't be
good for us." His voice was starting to sound frayed and his
control was slipping. He really needed to get out of the room
-- fast.
Qui-Gon put a hand on his shoulder, not knowing what the
gesture would mean to him. The heat burned Obi-Wan all the way
to his heart, and into his soul, but he could not pull away.
Any touch was to be treasured, even one that hurt this badly.
"Never think you are unwanted. I care deeply for you, my
Padawan. Very deeply." The words were whispered in a hushed,
almost fractured tone.
Obi-Wan felt another pulse of caring and concern sent his way,
but as he had before, he ignored it, not letting it touch him.
Instead, he concentrated on the rain splashing against the
window of Qui-Gon's room, letting the sound distract him from
the pain of his words. "I withdraw my offer."
Qui-Gon closed his eyes for a moment. "No. Please don't do
that."
His control was deteriorating fast, and he was forced to take
another breath before he could respond. "Why not?" They would
have to discuss this at some point in the future, but right now
was not the time.
"Because, I do want you."
Qui-Gon was trying to soften the blow to his ego, he knew that
he would appreciated it at some point later on. "Not like that,
right."
A deep sigh came from Qui-Gon. "Yes. Like that."
Annoyance jumped in him, along with confusion. Fine. What was
Qui-Gon trying to say? Part of him wanted to believe what he
thought he was hearing and another part of him was too scared
to even hope. "Then, what is this about?"
Qui-Gon dropped his eyes. "I am afraid."
That answer could not have surprised him more. "Of what?" he
asked very softly, a flare of hope he could not help sparking
in his heart.
"Of what it might do to us, to our relationship."
That made sense after a fashion. "Even if it is only one night,
Master, I can only see it enhancing our bond."
Again, Qui-Gon's eyes met his, and he could see the fear and
the truth before his Master spoke. "I'm not sure I can do this
just once and still be able to teach you."
By the Force, was his Master saying what Obi-Wan thought he was
saying? "Master?"
"I can live with never having you, but to have you once and
then let you go to someone else would surely break my heart.
Better to leave things as they are."
Understanding dawned slowly, but after a moment, he knew the
truth, and smiled widely unable to contain the joy that burst
forth. Qui-Gon did love him.
He reached out and put both hands on Qui-Gon's hips, not even
trying to pull him forward, holding on, his fingers finding
purchase in the soft fabric. "I would have settled for once, if
that was all you could offer me, but if I can claim you as my
own, I choose that readily." He sent a surge of love and desire
down their bond.
Qui-Gon opened his mind to their bond, and Obi-Wan could feel
the emotions Qui-Gon had kept hidden pulsating back to him. He
could also feel the worry in his Master's heart.
"You are too young to know your heart so well. In time, I fear
you will despair of having an old man for a lover."
Not likely. Obi-Wan shook his head, still smiling and, trying
to transmit his pleasure at the situation. "There you are
wrong, my Master. You are much more to me than any other lover
could possibly be. And I know my mind very well."
Obi-Wan could still feel the doubt emanating from Qui-Gon and
sought to reassure him with another pulse of love.
But words wouldn't hurt either. "Oh, yes, Master. I do know
myself well and I know what I want. Since I was sixteen years
old, and allowed to take another Padawan as my lover, I have
chosen not to lie with anyone, waiting for the day when I could
have you."
His Master still looked doubtful, although there was a ray of
hope in those brilliant blue eyes that hadn't been there
before.
Obi-Wan wanted to soothe Qui-Gon's fears, and make him
understand that there had never been anyone else, and now there
never would be. "Niallia Anteries asked me on my sixteenth
birthday if I would lie with her that night. I refused. I
always knew who I wanted to be first." And the last if the
Force willed it so.
Qui-Gon's brow creased, and Obi-Wan thought he was remembering
that they had talked about Niallia and her offer, as they had
several other proposals he'd received over the years. He
wondered if Qui-Gon had realized at the time, he'd turned down
all the offers.
"Master, you must have known how I felt about you. I have not
kept it a secret."
"I knew you cared for me, but not like this. I never realized."
Stepping back, Qui-Gon bowed to him. "And if it's not too late,
I would be honored to spend this night with you for your First
Time."
"No. Not too late, never too late," Obi-Wan whispered softly, a
thousand emotions crashing through him as he stepped forward,
sliding a hand up to the back of Qui-Gon's neck. Qui- Gon
shuddered and smiled.
Pulling his Master forward into a gentle embrace, his eyes
drifted shut as he leaned up to press his mouth to Qui-Gon's,
savoring their first kiss. One hand reached up to stroke along
the bearded cheek, moving into the silken hair, and finding an
anchor there. Qui-Gon's big hands splayed across his cheek and
jaw, holding him gently in place.
Qui-Gon sighed into the kiss, opening his mouth when Obi- Wan's
tongue sought entrance. Mapping the moist depths, Obi-Wan
wanted nothing more than to melt into the kiss, but he resisted
the urge. There were other things he planned to do, things to
make his Master melt instead.
Breaking the kiss only to start again, each one sweeter than
the last, sweeter than any kiss had any right to be. Like
strawberries left to ripen on the vine until they were
sun-sweet and delicious, Qui-Gon's kisses tasted of all of his
dreams. Obi-Wan fed on the lush mouth, devouring it, claiming
it, telling Qui-Gon without words that he could claim his
master later this night.
Acceptance, desire and excitement flowed down their bond.
Mine! Obi-Wan's mind cried out possessively as he slid
his hands down Qui-Gon's long back, and cupped his buttock
tightly, pulling him even closer. Mine!
Qui-Gon chuckled. "Yes, my Padawan. Yours and no one else's. I
promise you that."
"Good." Delight suffused all the cells in his heart, radiating
outward until it saturated every fibre of his being. Kissing
down Qui-Gon's long neck, Obi-Wan could feel the tremors in the
big body he held and it excited him as nothing in his life ever
had. Yes. This was what he'd always wanted, to feel a
trembling, wanting Qui-Gon in his arms.
"My knees will not hold out for much longer, my Padawan."
Qui-Gon's voice was raspy and his chest heaved as he tried to
draw breath.
Nodding, he wasn't in much better shape, desire burned a fiery
path through him. His heart pounded hard as he took his
Master's hand. Then led him towards the bed across the room,
trying to contain his eagerness without much success.
Qui-Gon laughed again and Obi-Wan looked at him, his eyebrow
raised. "What is so funny?"
"You are, my love. I've always thought virgins were supposed to
be reticent or at least somewhat tentative." Taking his hand
and raising it to his lips, Qui-Gon pressed a slow kiss to his
palm. Obi-Wan shivered, closing his eyes for a moment as the
tenderness of the touch became too intense to bear.
He took a slow breath and centered himself, feeling the calm
enter his body from the Force. Opening his eyes, he smiled
mischievously at his Master. "Not this virgin. I've wanted you,
this, for too long to worry about being nervous. You'll let me
know if I do something wrong." He didn't really phrase it as a
question. Truth was, he didn't expect to do anything wrong.
What he lacked in practical experience, he made up for in
theoretical knowledge and imagination.
"Somehow I doubt you'll have any problems." Qui-Gon slid his
arms around Obi-Wan and kissed him thoroughly.
Pulling back a little, Obi-Wan indulged himself by lifting his
hands to Qui-Gon's hair, pulling it free of its bindings and
smoothing it down to frame his Master's face. The silken
tresses were one of his secret fascination, loving nothing more
than the times when Qui-Gon allowed him to tend it. Gathering
it up in both of his hands, he rubbed his face in the soft
mass, breathing in deeply, enjoying the smell, but more than
that, the freedom to luxuriate in the sensations. "Oh, but you
smell so good. I always knew it would."
Amusement shimmered across to him, and Qui-Gon's eyes sparkled.
"You've had your hands in my hair before."
"Only to comb it, never to touch it for the sheer pleasure of
doing so."
"The difference is noted." Tightening his arms so that Obi- Wan
was pressed against his hard chest, Qui-Gon kissed him softly,
then again with more intent. Obi-Wan leaned into the kiss, his
tongue snaking out to lap at the firm lips, wanting to memorize
the sweet texture. Qui-Gon tasted so good, Obi-Wan could go on
kissing him all night. Well, maybe not all night, since
there were other important things to do, but he had to have at
least a few more kisses.
After a moment more, Obi-Wan gently disengaged and pushed
Qui-Gon back onto the bed, straddling his hips. Opening the
sleep robe, he slid his hands on along his Master's firmly
muscled chest. He tried to keep his touch light, just a tease,
not wanting either of them to become too excited too quickly.
Twisting his hands into Qui-Gon's hair again, he wondered if he
would ever tire of touching it. He expected that he wouldn't.
Not for years and years to come. "You are so beautiful," he
whispered reverently, stretching out on top of Qui-Gon,
relishing the feel of the big body under his, and the strong
arms holding him tightly.
"I should have your eyes checked." There was a smile in
Qui-Gon's tone and Obi-Wan could tell he appreciated the
compliment, even if he didn't really believe it.
He'd have to spend some time convincing his Master of that
fact, not at all an unpleasant prospect. "My eyes see fine,
Master. I see my love nothing more, nothing less."
"Qui-Gon." Leaning up, Qui-Gon captured his mouth possessively,
in a another sweet kiss, his hands moving slowly down Obi-Wan's
back.
"Hmm?" Obi-Wan murmured as the kiss finally broke.
"When we are in bed together, call me by name. There is no
Master or Apprentice here, just Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan."
Thrilled beyond words that his Master... lover wanted their
relationship on so equal a footing, Obi-Wan bent to kiss him
again and then again. "Qui-Gon," he said softly when the kiss
ended, testing the words on his lips. "Qui-Gon."
"I find I like the sound of my name coming from you."
"And I like saying it." He nuzzled the side of Qui-Gon's face,
burying his nose in the whiskers, licking along the line of the
beard to the long neck and then up to the tender skin behind an
ear. Qui-Gon shuddered and breathed out sharply, starting to
move with him.
Large hands moved to his waist, and tightened as Qui-Gon
attempted to distract him by trying to roll him onto his back.
He'd have none of that. "No. Qui-Gon," he paused to savor the
name again. "This is my night. I decide how it should
go." And for as long as he could, he planned to stay in charge
of things.
Qui-Gon reached up to tug on his braid. "And you don't want any
guidance, any help?"
Smiling, Obi-Wan shook his head. No. He wanted to do
this, not receive it. "I have an idea of what I'm doing."
Qui-Gon wasn't sure how to respond. He had expected to take
over, to lead, to pleasure his Padawan. In theory at least,
Obi- Wan shouldn't have a clue as to what to do. Imagination
would go a long way and he expected that Obi-Wan had been
thinking about this for some time. But his Padawan had no
practical experience to draw on. Still, this was Obi-Wan's
night to do as he chose. "What is it that you want then?"
Smiling down at him, Obi-Wan's eyes were bright with
anticipation and no small amount of desire. "I want you to lie
here and let me pleasure you."
"That seems fairly one sided to me." Qui-Gon liked his
encounters to be more equal. Of course, that was just what he'd
expected to do to Obi-Wan, but he justified it by telling
himself that he knew what he was doing and could teach
Obi-Wan. But it was Obi-Wan's choice on how he wanted to things
done. It would be Qui-Gon's honor and pleasure to give to his
Padawan whatever he wanted or needed.
"It's my fantasy."
Qui-Gon smiled. "So it is. Tell me about it."
A faint red flush rose on Obi-Wan's face and the normally bold
young man ducked his head, speaking quietly, his passion
leaking through with every word. "I want to touch and taste and
kiss every inch of you. I want to give you so much pleasure
that I make you weak with it. I want to hear you shout my name
when you come. I don't want you to ever forget this
night."
The inflammatory words caught the breath in his chest and held
it there as he struggled to breathe. His pulse raced. Obi- Wan
sent a vivid mental picture of what he planned to do and Qui-
Gon wondered with some amusement, if he would survive it. Oh,
but what a way to go.
"No matter what happens, my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon whispered
hoarsely, giving his emotions free reign. "I will remember this
night for the rest of my life, and on into what came next if I
can." He subsided back onto the bed, laying himself open, body
and mind, waiting for his Padawan to begin. "Do as you wish.
I'm all yours."
The grin that touched Obi-Wan's expressive mouth had Qui- Gon's
breath catching again. By the Gods, Obi-Wan was so beautiful,
such a bright light in his life....
Moving back a little, Obi-Wan caught his hand, bringing it to
his mouth and moving his tongue along the veins at his wrist,
following it with a gentle raking of his teeth. Far from
inexperienced, Qui-Gon was nonetheless astounded by the
sensations that such a simple caress could evoke in him.
The sleeves of his sleep robe were easily pushed up and Obi-
Wan's mouth moved along the sensitive underside of his arm.
Qui- Gon sucked in a deep breath, his heart starting to pound
in anticipation as each delicate sensation washed over him.
After giving his shoulder a gentle nip, Obi-Wan reversed his
position, repeating the caress with the other arm. Qui-Gon
groaned softly, whispering Obi-Wan's name. Oh, but it was
sumptuous torture to be touched this way, with such love.
Obi-Wan returned to his mouth, kissing him tenderly and smiling
with such sweet elation Qui-Gon's heart contracted, squeezing
tight.
The exquisite torment had only begun. Obi-Wan's sweet caresses
continued to drive him half-mad with wanting. Reaching out, he
touched the living Force, drawing on it to give him control and
strength.
A slender hand took hold of his ankle and brushed softly up the
entire length of his left leg, over his hip, moving the robe to
his waist, leaving him bare from there down. The coolness of
the room made him shiver a little and the anticipation made him
shiver more.
Leaning forward, Obi-Wan opened the front of his robe, kissing
down the center of his chest, drawing the fabric to one side
and licking slowly across. The hot mouth closed over one of his
nipples, tongue flicking across the tender surface until it
hardened and started to ache. Qui-Gon arched up, moaning
softly. "Obi-Wan!"
Obi-Wan didn't linger. Moving down the bed, Obi-Wan pressed his
mouth to the inside of one of Qui-Gon's ankles, licking up the
calf and then chuckled as he continued along the back side of
his knee. "Your legs are very long, Master."
He was sure that if he could think a little better, he would
come up with a sufficiently pithy answer to that, but as it was
he could barely talk. One thing he did manage to get out was
the reiteration of his name. "Qui-Gon."
"Of course. Qui-Gon." Amusement was clear in the breathy voice.
The talented tongue continued up the inside of his thigh,
trailing pleasure in every touch. Qui-Gon was rapidly losing
his battle with control, responding instinctively to the vast
pleasure coursing through him. As a last ditch effort, he tried
again to reach out to the Force, but there wasn't enough calm
left in him to adequately manage it. His whole body was alive
with a deep need, tremendous want and suddenly there was no
choice but surrendering to it.
With his long legs spread wide and Obi-Wan lying between them
licking his balls, Qui-Gon could only lean into the touch as he
lost the ability to think at all. Obi-Wan moved his, oh so very
clever, mouth on to his cock, taking it deep into his throat
and sucking strongly. Qui-Gon cried out, his back arching, his
pulse slamming against the sides of his veins. The absolute
searing bliss destroying what was left of his control. Deep
breath, he told himself knowing he was lost, but still trying
to control his movement, some part of him concerned he might
choke his Padawan as he bucked up into the moist heat of
Obi-Wan mouth.
"Obi-Wan," he ground out as the intensity of the pleasure
threatened to overwhelm him again.
There was no answer. Obi-Wan withdrew his mouth and eased
Qui-Gon onto his belly, pulling off the sleep robe as he did
so. Nuzzling the back of his neck, Obi-Wan started down his
spinal column, outlining each vertebra with his tongue, taking
great care not to leave one inch of his skin unexplored.
Qui-Gon had never thought of his back as particularly sensitive
before, but each touch spiraled him higher and higher. After
pressing a line of kisses down to the top of his buttocks,
Obi-Wan hesitated.
Qui-Gon leaned up, glancing over his shoulder at his Padawan.
"May I?" The question was posed tentatively. Could Obi-Wan
really be unsure of the answer?
As if he could or would deny the young man anything, especially
at this point. "This is your night. You need only tell me your
desire and it is yours."
In answer, Obi-Wan nipped his ass cheeks, then parted them.
Qui-Gon shivered, anticipation crawling through him. It had
been some time since he'd allowed this and the very thought of
Obi-Wan buried deep inside him, joined to him, pleased him
almost as much as the reality would. There was no one he
trusted more than Obi-Wan, no one he'd give himself to more
readily. Relaxing into the caresses of Obi-Wan's inquisitive
tongue, Qui-Gon sighed, letting the pleasure wash over him and
take control again.
As Obi-Wan's lips made contact with that most intimate part of
him, Qui-Gon's already hard cock tightened further, his heart
contracted, and ecstasy filled him. A wet tongue tortured him,
slowly, exquisitely, shattering the last remnants of his
control and smashing it as if it were a glass thrown against a
wall. Drowning in a sea of bliss, there was nothing left; he
gave himself up to the moment, allowing himself to fly free of
all constraints.
Glorious!
Before the final moment of bliss and fulfillment could arrive,
Obi-Wan pulled back again.
Panting and sweating, Qui-Gon whimpered, opening his eyes and
taking a ragged breath. He turned around to stare at his young
lover.
Obi-Wan stood and stripped off his clothes, pulling a small
vial of oil from his pocket. Qui-Gon breathed out sharply at
the sight of Obi-Wan's naked perfection. Even as dizzy with
arousal as he was, he could not help but appreciate the sheer
beauty of the pale flesh, firmly muscled chest and the thick
cock jutting out from a nest of dark honey curls.
By the force, he craved Obi-Wan.
Within seconds, Obi-Wan was back in bed, and Qui-Gon relaxed
into his touch once more.
"Please," he breathed as his mind slipped away on the grandeur
of the moment.
Obi-Wan eased him onto his back, spreading his legs wide and
moving between them. His hips on Obi-Wan's thighs, slick
fingers moved inside him curving just right. Fire rocketed
along every nerve in his body as pleasure built again, and soon
Qui-Gon was back on the precipice of the world.
And then, finally, Obi-Wan's large cock was sliding into him,
filling him, completing him creating a burn, an ache so
profound everything that came before paled in comparison. Obi-
Wan's oily hand stroked him in time with the thrusts. Fire
spread along his extremities until Qui-Gon was sure he could no
longer stand the pain or the joy of it.
Each moment stretched out infinitely, pulling as much pleasure
from him as he could possibly feel and then more. There was
nothing but the movement of the fat cock inside him and the
shock-wave of extraordinary pleasure, taking him far away from
himself and everything he knew. The intensity of the pleasure
became overpowering, overwhelming, and he could do nothing but
surrender before a power greater and more devastating than
anything he'd ever known.
The world shattered into a thousand flaming pieces and he
screamed Obi-Wan's name so loud and in such rapture that some
small part of him feared the whole temple heard. Dimly he heard
Obi-Wan call out his name as they both sank down into the bliss
of the moment.
Sometime much later, Qui-Gon came back to himself, trying to
catch his breath. Obi-Wan was stretched over him in a heap,
sweating and panting, too.
Moving off, Obi-Wan lay down next to him, throwing an arm over
his chest and pressing a kiss to the side of his face. "Thank
you."
Smiling at his lover, Qui-Gon held him close, kissing the damp
skin of Obi-Wan's smooth cheek. "Shouldn't I be thanking you?"
Obi-Wan didn't open his eyes, but satiation hummed along their
bond. "It was my fantasy. My First-Time."
That was another thing. "For a man who hadn't done this before,
you are remarkably skilled. How is that?"
Obi-Wan leaned up on his arm, his eyes snapping open, his
expressive mouth turning down in a frown. "You doubt me?"
Qui-Gon could hear the hurt behind the words despite their
light tone, and was quick to reassure his Padawan. "Of course
not, but that was not the touch of someone who did not know
what he was doing. Where did you get the knowledge?"
The blue eyes grew serious and a slight red flush appeared on
his young face. "Research."
"What kind of research?" He carded his fingers through the
short sweaty hair, pushing it away from Obi-Wan's face, afraid
he could guess the answer.
Obi-Wan shrugged, a small smile coming to his lips. "Well, I
started with books on the subject and then I moved on to a live
demonstration."
"Which you did not take part in?" That must have been difficult
to watch; his admiration for his Padawan grew.
Obi-Wan shook his head. "No. Two friends were willing to..."
After everything it amazed Qui-Gon that Obi-Wan could still
blush. "To..."
"Let you watch?"
"Yes." Obi-Wan ducked his head.
"Why are you embarrassed now?"
"It sounds tawdry in the telling, but at the time it was quite
sweet. I was honored they allowed me to watch them and ask
questions."
"I'm surprised you went to all that trouble."
"I told you. It was my fantasy to make you cry out in pleasure
at my touch. If I didn't know what I was doing, I would not
have been able to make it happen."
In a bizarre way, it did make sense to Qui-Gon and was typical
of Obi-Wan. "Again, I thank you for the honor."
"It was my pleasure." Obi-Wan snuggled down next to him, kissed
his face, and promptly fell asleep.
And Mine. Smiling indulgently down at his Padawan, Qui-
Gon tried to clear his mind and follow him into sleep. But the
night's events kept replaying themselves in his mind, and he
was still wide awake an hour later.
The depth of his passion combined with the completeness of his
surrender to it surprised and frightened him. In his entire
long life, he'd never felt passion so great or arousal so keen
as he had in the moments before completion. He would have done
anything, anything at that moment to continue.
Kissing his sleeping lover once, he eased out of Obi-Wan's
embrace, needing to meditate on this before he could let it go.
He found his crumpled robe on the floor, but decided he would
dress and go into the meditation garden. No one would be there
at this time of night and the sight of his naked Padawan's
abandoned sprawl over his bed would surely make meditating all
the more difficult if he were to remain in his room.
A light, cool breeze filled the air with the sweet smells of
spring blossoms, a sharp contrast to the polluted air of
Coruscant. Rain still splattered against the force-field, but
the storm's intensity had diminished.
Finding an appropriate bench under one of the blooming fruit
trees, Qui-Gon breathed deeply, enjoying the subtle scent
before closing his eyes and clearing his mind. He relaxed into
a light meditation, going over each of the events.
A crash of thunder woke Obi-Wan with a start. Surprised and a
bit hurt to find himself alone in his Master's bed, he took a
deep breath, and centered himself, reaching out with the Force
to find Qui-Gon.
Well, that was easy enough. Qui-Gon was in the meditation
garden, but what he was meditating about, Obi-Wan couldn't
tell, only that he was upset about something.
But it didn't take a genius to figure out what it was. He'd
felt the slight unease after they'd finished, and knew that
he'd pushed his Master too far. All he had wanted to do was
bring Qui-Gon pleasure. And, he admitted to himself, perhaps
shake that formidable control a bit.
Sitting up, he debated what he should do. The bed reeked of
their activities and part of Obi-Wan wanted nothing more than
to slide back into the dirty sheets and revel in the scent of
their love making, but he knew he'd never be able to enjoy it
knowing he'd upset his Master.
With a sigh, he pushed aside the reawakening desire and reached
for his clothes, dressing quickly. There would be time for that
-- or not, -- later. He left the room, walking slowly through
the halls, trying to decide what he should say to his Master.
Shadows cloaked the garden, but the still frequent lightning
strikes illuminated Qui-Gon through the trees. As Obi-Wan
approached, Qui-Gon seemed to be coming out of his meditation.
Looking up, Qui-Gon met his eyes, and Obi-Wan hoped that his
worry didn't show, but feared his Master would sense it anyway.
Obi-Wan sat down next to his Master, his heart full of
trepidation, and waited for him to speak.
Clearing his throat, Qui-Gon smiled slightly. "I was hoping to
return before you woke."
Relief that Qui-Gon had meant to come back crawled through
Obi-Wan, and he nodded. "I felt something was wrong."
"Not wrong, exactly. I needed to think on what happened
tonight." A rueful grin touched Qui-Gon's mouth.
Obi-Wan had to hold back the impulse to kiss those well defined
lips. "The loss of control."
Qui-Gon nodded. "Yes. It hasn't happened often."
"Master, I am so sorry." He slipped to his knees before
Qui-Gon, bowing his head. "I would do nothing to hurt you. I
only wanted to bring you pleasure."
Qui-Gon's big hand cupped his jaw, moving his head up to look
him right in the eyes. "You did. Never doubt that. More than
I've ever known in my life."
For a moment, his heart soared with the compliment. Obi-Wan
couldn't help the smile that lit his face, but the problem
hadn't been that he hadn't pleasured his Master. It was that
he'd made him lose his precious control. "That is the
problem, isn't it?"
"I would have done anything in those few moments to continue,
anything. I feared with another partner..."
Obi-Wan thought he understood what Qui-Gon was saying. "But
Master, you would not be with another partner. Maybe you let
yourself lose control because you knew you could."
Qui-Gon looked at him, and nodded approvingly. "I did realize
that, once I'd considered the issue."
Obi-Wan smiled as relief shot through. He put a tentative hand
on Qui-Gon's knee. "So, you wouldn't be adverse to trying it
again?"
A smile lit Qui-Gon's face, and he nodded. "That was always a
possibility, if you wanted to, of course."
Not want to? Obi-Wan knew that there would never be anyone else
with whom he would want to do this. "Yes. Always.
Anytime you want. Right now would not be too soon for me." He
leaned his head on the inside of Qui-Gon's knee, nipping the
tender skin through his trousers.
"Ah, the advantages of youth." Qui-Gon chuckled, running a hand
through Obi-Wan's short hair.
Like a cat, Obi-Wan rubbed his head against the hand petting
him and all but purred. "Is that a yes or a no?"
"Oh, that's a yes."
Excitement racing through him, he leaped to his feet, holding
out his hand to help Qui-Gon up. As his Master stood, he was
pulled against Qui-Gon's broad chest and held tightly. With his
nose buried in the soft folds of his Master's robes, he
breathed in deeply. Qui-Gon smelled like home and safety and
love to him. "I love you, Qui-Gon."
Obi-Wan heard Qui-Gon's breath catch at his words, and the arms
holding him tightened more. "And I, you, my love. Always."
It was all Obi-Wan needed to know. He stepped back, taking
Qui-Gon's hand in his and starting to tow him out of the
garden.
"Patience is a virtue, my Padawan. There is no race, I promise
you."
He stopped and looked at Qui-Gon, meeting the amused blue eyes
with his own hungry ones. "I want you so badly."
"And so you shall have me, but not all at once, I think."
"Oh, yes, Master, slowly is good, too."
Qui-Gon chuckled again, but continued to move at a sedate pace.
And Obi-Wan took a deep breath, matching his pace to his
Master's, knowing he was right. It would wait. Now, if only he
could convince his very aroused body of that.
Entering Qui-Gon's room again, Obi-Wan turned to his Master as
soon as they were in the room and the door was shut. As best he
could, he calmed his desires, reaching out to the Force for
help with the task. "Do you wish something to eat, Master?"
Qui-Gon smiled approvingly. "No. I'm as eager as you are, my
love."
Obi-Wan was pulled into his Master's arms again, and kissed
thoroughly and completely. Excitement spiked in him, his
already hard cock, pulsated with need, desire ripping through
him. He gasped at the pleasure of Qui-Gon's touch as the big
hands ran down his body, touching him, pulling at his clothes,
until finally he stood naked before his Master.
Qui-Gon sat down on the bed, openly staring at him. "You are so
beautiful, my Obi-Wan, so very fine."
He wished he could think of something cheeky to say, but the
blush started at his toes and worked its way up to his face. He
knew he wasn't bad-looking, too many people had asked for his
favors to think otherwise. Until that moment, he hadn't cared
much about his appearance, being neat, clean and presentable
was all a Jedi cared about, but to see that look in Qui-Gon's
eyes made him quite happy. "Thanks," he murmured, ducking his
head with no hope of hiding the blush.
Hands on his hips pulled him forward and he stood between
Qui-Gon's knees as his Master kissed the middle of his chest
leisurely. The big hands moving from his hips to his ass, blunt
fingers stroking gently along the crease between his cheeks.
The sensations of his lover's fingers and tongue sent shivers
of the purest delight and anticipation down his spine and along
all the extremities of his body. Of their own volition his
hands tangled in the silk of Qui-Gon's hair, which still hung
loose from their loving earlier.
Tugging the hair gently, he made Qui-Gon raise his head and he
brought his mouth down on the smooth surface of the soft lips.
As his tongue begged entrance, Qui-Gon opened his mouth and let
him in. Mapping the interior with a thoroughness that left them
both breathless, Obi-Wan retreated and Qui-Gon followed him
back.
Moving forward, he straddled Qui-Gon's lap, pushing him
backward until Qui-Gon was lying flat and he was sitting on top
of him. First things first, get rid of the clothes. He pushed
the tunic open, but realized that in the position he was in, he
would not be able to do much more.
Qui-Gon laughed. "You're in a quandary, aren't you?"
He smirked. "I'll manage." But it didn't look good from where
he was sitting. Still, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to
the center of Qui-Gon's chest.
Qui-Gon's hand ran through his hair, pushing his head up to
meet his eyes. "I'm sure you will. You'll need to move."
Obi-Wan didn't want to, but saw the wisdom of the words. "All
right."
Moving off, he allowed Qui-Gon to sit up, and then to stand,
but his fingers were quick to return to the robes, and soon he
had Qui-Gon standing before him, naked. No blush from his
Master as Qui-Gon let him look his fill. What he saw took his
breath away -- pale flesh, firm musculature, long, long legs --
nothing soft or delicate about the big, raw boned body. Oh, how
he craved that body, but more importantly, the man who
inhabited it.
He looked up into Qui-Gon's eyes, knowing his awe was plain and
wanting Qui-Gon to see what he felt, where words failed him.
Qui-Gon's big hand slid onto his face, bringing his mouth into
alignment, and bearing down. Each kiss, no matter how small or
quick, was to be cherished, savored like the finest wine. He
might spend a lifetime drinking it, but always, always knew
that it was the best, so it was with Qui-Gon's kisses.
Pressing his body up against Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan wrapped both
arms around him and tried to press him back into the bed. But
his Master was having none of it.
"Not this time, my Padawan. This time it is my turn." The look
in the blue eyes made him breathless again.
"We're going to take turns?" he gasped out, meaning it as a
joke. He wanted nothing more right now than to feel Qui-Gon's
hands and mouth on his body, maybe more than that, if his
Master were willing.
And Qui-Gon seemed to understand this without question,
smiling, and turning them so that Obi-Wan was pushed back onto
the bed. Qui-Gon lay down next to him, stroking his flanks,
pulling him forward so that he rested against his Master's warm
body.
Kisses rained down upon his face and neck, and he arched under
them, allowing all thought to stop as Qui-Gon continued to run
those big hands over his body. His mind rode the waves of
pleasure that moved through his body, sliding along with the
mounting pleasure. When Qui-Gon moved his mouth down and licked
a nipple, Obi-Wan could feel it harden, starting to sting in a
near-pain-like pleasure. Teeth raked against him, and the sting
grew worse; not painful exactly, but anticipatory, as if he
were waiting for something else. Before he could find out what,
his Master had moved on to the other side, repeating the move.
Obi-Wan could only groan, lifting his chest in hopes of more
stimulation.
He was denied as Qui-Gon continued down his body, stopping to
lick or kiss places along the way.
After much traveling, Qui-Gon's mouth closed over his aching
cock, sucking strongly. Intense hot pleasure arrowed into his
body and he arched into it, unconsciously seeking more. A loud,
long moan of fierce ecstasy welled up from his lungs, and he
could not help but let it escape. He could feel the vibrations
of Qui-Gon's chuckle around him, though he did not raise his
head from his task.
In another second, the world he knew exploded in a flash of
white light and pleasure so grand, so awesome that he could not
take it in and he cried out Qui-Gon's name as he disappeared
into the brightness.
A million years later, he opened his eyes to his smiling
lover's face. "Mmm."
Qui-Gon chuckled softly, looking pleased with himself. "Very
coherent, my Padawan."
He raised an eyebrow, all he could move at the moment. "You
expect conversation after that?"
Another chuckle came from Qui-Gon. "I guess not."
He did remember that Qui-Gon still hadn't been satisfied.
Reaching down, he patted the hard cock playfully, not enough to
do more than tease. "What shall we do about this?"
The smile disappeared on a sigh that Obi-Wan hopped was of
pleasure. "What would you like to do?"
"Well, hmm." He made a point of pretending to think about it.
"You could put it in me?"
Qui-Gon sighed again, concern entering the blue eyes. "Are you
ready for that?"
How did he put this delicately, but firmly. "Yes. Besides
which, I did it to you."
"That may be so, but I am not the virgin here." A gentle finger
trailed down his cheek in a small loving caress.
Technically, neither was he, not anymore. Obi-Wan growled
playfully. "I'm more than ready. I want that, too. I want
everything."
"You know, greed is not a Jedi trait." The tone wasn't
as sharp or reproving as it could have been, but it was enough
to dim Obi-Wan's excitement.
Dropping his eyes, he felt a flush start. He hadn't meant it
like that. As he opened his mouth to apologize, Qui-Gon's big
hand reached out to his jaw before he could speak.
"No. I'm sorry. I was teasing you. You've done nothing wrong."
Meeting the blue eyes, he saw contrition. "I want you so
badly."
Qui-Gon nodded. "I want you, as well. But we have time,
Obi-Wan; everything does not have to be tonight."
He nodded, knowing his Master was right but wanting anyway.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to center himself, fighting back
the arousal that had set in with the thought of Qui-Gon inside
of him. "Do you want to sleep now? Or is there something I can
do to ease you?" He nodded towards the hard cock that Qui-Gon
still sported.
Smiling gently, Qui-Gon moved closer. "We don't have to, but we
can continue if you'd like. It's up to you."
Meeting the blue eyes, he nodded, still wanting. "Please. I'd
like that."
"All right, my Padawan." Qui-Gon moved closer, kissing him
gently and then more firmly. The tender kisses devoured
Obi-Wan, leaving him wanting more and more, and his master
gave, and gave. He'd never imagined he could be gifted with
such pleasure, such love, and it flowed from Qui-Gon to him and
back again.
The ebb and flow of Qui-Gon's hands and mouth had him aroused
to the point of pain by the time his lover eased into him.
Nothing could have prepared him for the pleasure of having
Qui-Gon make love to him. He rode the crest of the wave of love
and lust that came from the both of them, and it was so strong,
so intense that when the wave broke and crashed, Obi-Wan wasn't
sure he would survive the ferocity of the ecstasy.
Finally, he lay panting in the aftermath, loving Qui-Gon more
with each passing second. There were no words necessary for
them now. The love flowed from one to the other and Obi-Wan
could not imagine a more perfect peace.
Dimly he realized in the seconds before sleep took him that the
storm had cleared. Tomorrow would be a bright and clear day.
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