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"Master..."
Qui-Gon rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "Obi-Wan,
you will accompany me to this dinner. The negotiations
will be difficult and I require your help."
The apprentice sighed. He kicked the floor gently, feeling like
a young boy again. He knew he was whining, but he really didn't
want to attend another boring dinner. They were all the same
anyway: long fancy tables with exotic meals that all tasted
like cardboard. He wouldn't eat any of it.
"Now hurry, Padawan. We don't want to insult the High Council
by being tardy."
Obi-Wan grumbled, but pulled on his robes and followed his
master down the hall to the large dining room. It was very
elaborately set up for negotiations that were to take place.
Qui-Gon bowed formally to the King and Queen, his apprentice
following suit. He had followed almost the same protocal on all
the other missions.
A few hours into the dinner, Obi-Wan decided to let his mind
wander, not paying attention to the endless discussions of the
High Council. He picked at his food which looked very
unappetizing. A wicked idea sprung to mind. He smiled and
glanced at his master, who was sitting across the table from
him.
Gently he tapped Qui-Gon's foot with his own; the other
disregarded it. Obi-Wan was determined to sway his teacher's
attention. He tapped again and then began rubbing gently. Once
again there was no reaction. Slowly he slid his foot higher.
Padawan... his master warned through the Force.
Yes, Master? Obi-Wan sounded so innocent.
Concentrate on the negotiations.
But you're so much more fun...
Qui-Gon closed the Force communication channel and refocused
his energy on listening to the Council drone on. Suddenly he
felt a hand on his tight. He knew it was just his student
trying to sway his attention; he decided to ignore it. The
"hand" began to roam, feeling over the other man's chest and
shoulders, then briefly through his hair. In an instant, his
mind was flooded with erotic vision of his Padawan. He shifted
slightly, his groin tightening with each picture.
"Is there something wrong, Master Jedi?" the Queen asked,
concern in her voice.
Qui-Gon cleared his throat. "Not at all. Please continue."
He regretted his choice of words as the visions continued.
Obi-Wan began projecting memories of the previous night, Master
and Padawan taking turns pleasuring one another. He groaned
inwardly.
The student smiled at his master's discomfort. True, he was
somewhat uncomfortable himself; Qui-Gon wasn't the only one who
was viewing the erotic pictures. His master's near
uncontrollable fidget gave him a feeling a triumph.
Qui-Gon sighed and tried to concentrate on eating, but all he
could see were visions of Obi-Wan... naked... naked and
dripping wet... naked, dripping wet and hard... his fork
clattered to his plate.
"Master Jedi, perhaps you should rest. You look ill," the King
advised.
Qui-Gon protested. "I'd hate to seem rude..."
//Always the control freak// Obi-Wan thought to himself.
"Don't worry about a thing." The Queen smiled. "It's been a
long day. Perhaps you and your student require rest."
Obi-Wan answered this time. "Thank you, your majesty. We
appreciate this gesture of sympathy." His voice was calm. He
stood and bowed, thankful (not for the first time) that the
robes were loose and flowing, able to conceal his erection.
Qui-Gon admired his student's control. He stood and bowed
quickly, then followed the younger man out of the room.
Obi-Wan stood nervously in the common room of their suite. His
master was in the shower and he could almost feel the annoyance
that emanated from the older man. Perhaps he had gone too far
this time. He sat down on the plush white couch, eyeing a bowl
of small grapes. His stomach rumbled; he hadn't eaten any of
the cardboard-tasting dinner, so he decided to try some of the
fruit.
Delicious. //Why can't their main dishes be like this?// he
thought, helping himself to another grape.
Qui-Gon stepped into the room, a towel wrapped around his lower
half. His apprentice was feasting on the fruit that was set up
on the small table. He smiled in spite of himself and had to
admit, even if only to himself, that what Obi-Wan lacked in
tact and patience he made up in his own adorable way.
"Enjoying yourself, Padawan?" he asked gently.
The younger man looked up quickly and wiped some of the juice
from his face. "This is delicious!" he exclaimed.
Qui-Gon chuckled. "You wouldn't be enjoying it so if you had
concentrated on eating your dinner."
Obi-Wan blushed and concentrated on the fruit. The couch dipped
when his master sat next to him. The older man reached into the
bowl and took a few grapes, leaning his head back and dropping
them into his mouth, teasing his student.
"Master... and you say I'm a tease." He was grateful
that Qui-Gon wasn't upset with him about the dinner escapade.
Qui-Gon hung a grape a few inches from Obi-Wan's mouth. The
latter reached up for it and sucked it gently out of his
master's fingers. "You are a tease." Obi-Wan drew a long
index finger into his mouth, circling his tongue around it. He
smiled slightly at Qui-Gon. "Are you still hungry?" he joked,
pulling his hand away gently.
Obi-Wan's gaze shifted from Qui-Gon's eyes down his body to the
towel that was loosely wrapped around his waist. "Yes," was the
simple reply. He turned, and with one swift motion was
straddling the other man. He pushed him back and began planting
soft kisses on the arched neck.
Qui-Gon let out a small sigh of contentment. He ran his fingers
through the close-cropped sandy hair; a gesture of affection he
often gave his student. He lifted his hips and was greeted with
a rush of cold air when the towel was tugged from his form.
Obi-Wan slid his lips down his teacher's body slowly, admiring
every inch of the muscled chest and flat stomach. Ignoring the
area that pleaded for attention, he kissed the inside of one
thigh, and then the other. He glanced up at Qui-Gon; he was
beautiful: his head laying back on the couch, lips slightly
parted, his chest rising and falling at an irregular pace.
The Padawan removed the only thing he was wearing: a pair of
boxers. He slid back up his master's body and kissed him
roughly, pushing his tongue against the other man's soft lips.
Qui-Gon opened his mouth a bit more, inviting the tongue to
explore thoroughly. Obi-Wan ran his hand down to the area that
begged for his attention. He teased his master's erection with
his fingertips before taking him completely in his hand.
He was rewarded with a moan that vibrated throughout the kiss.
He pulled out gently and sucked on lower lip, watching Qui-Gon
lose control. He released the lip and returned to the kneeling
position in front of his master. Not taking any time to
hesitate, he kissed the swollen member, then ran his tongue the
entire length before allowing his lips to play over the head.
"Ohhh..." Qui-Gon grasped his Padawan's hair gently, urging him
to move lower and moaning in appreciation when he did. He
thrusted his hips up to meet the rhythm the two were creating.
With another cry, he came, tensing, then relaxing. While he
fought to bring his breathing under control, he glanced down at
his apprentice with a smile.
Obi-Wan looked up, a seductive smile on his face. He pushed
Qui-Gon over on the couch and kissed him passionately and with
enough force to bruise his master's lips. The other could feel
his student's arousal pressing into his leg and he had no
intention of leaving Obi-Wan unsatisfied.
Using the Force, Qui-Gon searched for a bottle of scented
massage oil they had used earlier. He called it to his hand and
made Obi-Wan sit up. The young man was now straddling his
thighs. He poured some of the oil into his palm then let the
bottle drop to the floor. With highly skilled hands, he worked
Obi-Wan's erection, causing him moan in ecstasy.
"Master... please..."
They shifted to a comfortable position and Obi-Wan entered his
lover, gasping at how it felt. Together they rocked, creating
an intense heat rising between them. A Force channel opened and
the pleasure doubled, each feeling what the other felt. Obi-Wan
held on, wanting the pleasure to never end. He reached out for
something to grab onto as he built to his climax. His hands met
Qui-Gon's and held them tightly, crying out as his pleasure
spilt over, his climax matching the older man's.
Obi-Wan snuggled closer to the warm body he was lying on.
Neither of them had had the energy to move to the larger bed
with the big puffy blanket, and the room temperature had
dropped since their lovemaking earlier.
"Obi-Wan?" His master's voice was tired.
The Padawan kissed him gently on the forehead. "Just getting
comfortable, Master. Go back to sleep; we have to attend the
negotiations tomorrow morning."
Qui-Gon shifted slightly, wrapping a sheet around his
apprentice and then falling back asleep. The younger man
caressed his master's cheek gently, then too, fell asleep, a
satisfied smile on his face.
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