Great Minds Think Alike

by Susan Anthony (LdyGossamer@aol.com)

Pairing: Xanatos/Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon/Other

Archive: Master_Apprentice, my site at http://www.geocities.com/area51/keep/8613/artists.html, anyone else, just ask

Category: AU, Romance, Humor

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: none

Summary: Trying new things on the spur of the moment isn't always advisable.

Feedback: Very welcome.

Notes: For my beta who requested some woo. This begins a few hours after the story 'Telepathic Sex Doesn't Count' ends. It might be confusing if you haven't read that story.

More Notes: The characters in this story are from my story, Enlightenment, now found on the MA a well as my own site. It was originally found in the Rituals and Meditations zine put out by 10 Eye Press.

Warnings: M/M relationship, pays absolutely no attention to canon.

Disclaimer: The Boyz aren't mine. More's the pity. This story is for the pleasure of the readers only. I don't make a thing.

The comm unit in the living area was beeping. And beeping. And beeping.

However, neither occupant of the Chiyari/Kenobi quarters was answering.

"You get it," came a slurred voice and a halfhearted push at his partner's arm.

"Can't move," returned a fuzzy reply. "You get it, Obi."

The comm beeped some more.

"When I can move again, I'm gonna stick my lightsaber in that communications terminal."

"Already tried to throw a sock at it. Didn't work. Still beeping."

The younger knight on the bed turned his head slowly to look at his companion. He had just enough energy to smirk. "I think maybe my saber will have a little more effect, Xanlove."

After much effort, Xanatos was able to roll his head slightly to meet his lover's eyes. "But it was one of your socks."

That provoked some rather weak chuckles and a faint 'bastard' comment as Obi-Wan slowly cuddled closer to his bondmate. "You know, J'Hath is never going to let us live this down," the younger man commented with a sigh.

Xanatos curled around his lover, his smirk sliding into an amazingly befuddled expression. "Who would have ever thought that mind sex was so...." His words trailed off as he sought an accurate description.

"Mind-blowing?" Obi-Wan suggested with a weak leer. Xanatos groaned but couldn't help but agree. His eyes suddenly narrowed as he took a deep breath. Slowly he slid his leg between his lover's knees, pressing himself against Obi-Wan's body.

"What are you doing, Xan?" the younger man asked with a faint grin. "You know I can barely move. What do you think we're going to do?"

"I was just thinking, Obi-mine," the dark-haired knight murmured as his lips caressed his lover's chin. "If mind sex is so good, how much better might it be combined with physical stimulation."

Obi-Wan groaned as Xanatos pressed against his half-hard erection. "Xan, maybe we shouldn't try that now," he practically whimpered as he gently thrust against his mate's hardness. "We might put ourselves into a coma."

"Or we might have even better mind blowing sex," his mate replied as he leaned forward to give Obi-Wan a gentle kiss that Obi immediately deepened as Xanatos rolled on top of him. He wound his arms around his lover and closed his eyes to find himself just as entwined with his lover's mind as he was with Xanatos' body.

Love you, Xan, he sent as he opened his body and his mind to his bondmate, his heart, body and soulmate. Love you always!

The words echoed through both their minds as did the reply. Always, my Obi-Wan.

And then there was cold, COLD water drenching them, yanking them from their spiraling bliss and depositing them in the here and now in a very cold and wet bed. As their minds were still rather entwined, their reactions were the very same.

"What the HELLS?" came two voices with one tone of flat out fury.

"Indeed, padawans, that is what the entire Temple is asking at the moment," a stern, forbidding voice said.

It only took a moment for the pair to focus on Master Qui-Gon Jinn standing at the foot of their bed, his arms crossed and his blue eyes expressionless. Beside him stood Master J'Hathorian with a similar expression and holding a now empty bucket.

Knights Chiyari and Kenobi both recognized signs of imminent danger and would have struggled to their feet had they not both been naked. Instead the bed squished as they sat up, trying to figure out why their master was about to ream them. Needless to say, neither was thinking very clearly.

The pair stared for a moment until Obi-Wan elbowed Xanatos with a glare. The meaning was clear. You're the older one. You ask.

"Uh...yes...well...I guess the obvious question would be what are you doing here, Master?" he finally stammered out. Qui-Gon's lips thinned a bit more and Xanatos inched closer to his bondmate.

"No, padawan, the obvious question would be what are you two doing here? Except it's not a question. Because of your irresponsible actions the entire Temple knows what you're doing in here."

"What?" Obi-Wan wheezed with a growing expression of horror. "I mean, how?"

"Mental Coition is not something that is just done without preparation, Knight Kenobi," J'Hath stated flatly, his normally friendly eyes hard. "Your experiment with Knight Chiyari was not conducted with proper shielding and thus everyone in the Temple from junior padawans right up to the High Council was carried right along with you when you hit that climactic highpoint."

"Thank the Force that the crèche is shielded heavily against just such incidents as these," Qui-Gon noted.

Obi-Wan looked at his master and his master's mate with a horrified expression. "You mean everyone heard us?"

"Heard, felt, and reacted to what you and Xanatos were doing," J'Hath confirmed, trying not to sympathize with his master's youngest padawan as Obi-Wan's face turned the darkest red he had ever seen. Obi-Wan pulled the soaking wet sheet over his head.

"I'm never leaving this room again," he groaned.

"On the contrary," Qui-Gon stated as he leaned forward to rip the sheet away from his former padawan. "You and Xanatos are going to clean up this mess then make yourselves presentable. Then the four of us are summoned to an audience with the Council. Now, get moving!"

Two voices gave the same, quick, 'Yes, Master' response before Qui-Gon stalked out of the room followed by his bondmate. J'Hath waited until the door to the younger knights' bedroom slid shut before he approached Qui-Gon almost hesitantly.

"You didn't have to be quite so hard on them, lover," the younger man said softly.

"They should have known better than to try such a thing without asking about any problems they might encounter," Qui-Gon responded as he sat down on the couch to await his padawans. J'Hath sat down beside him and twined his fingers with his mate's.

"Well, we didn't, did we?" he noted with a slight smirk. Qui-Gon groaned and covered his eyes.

"I knew you were going to say that."

J'Hath just grinned. "And if I know Obi-Wan, his quick mind won't be long in asking just why the crèche is routinely shielded. It's not like this sort of thing happens very often." J'Hath winced. "At least, not since we got transferred to shielded quarters."

Qui-Gon sighed again and then pulled his lover close. His expression turned thoughtful as he looked down at the handsome face.

"What is it, Qui-Gon?" J'Hath asked warily. "What are you thinking about with that look on your face."

"When we got here, Xanatos and Obi-Wan were about to try Coition of the Mind and Body," the older master noted quietly, running his fingertips along his bondmate's cheek. "While they are far from being ready for that, perhaps it is something we are ready to try."

J'Hath's luminous eyes suddenly darkened with the thought of his lover twined around him, mind, body and soul as they reached for the stars. The younger man nibbled elegantly on Qui-Gon's fingers for a moment.

"Perhaps that will be something to try this evening," he suggested with a heated gaze. "I suspect we'll be the ones to instruct Obi-Wan and Xanatos. We should be certain of it ourselves before we attempt to teach it, wouldn't you say?"

"We'll probably need quite a bit of practice to get it correct." Qui-Gon's lips curved in a wicked smile; one echoed by his bondmate.

"I see the axiom that great minds think alike still shows its truth," J'Hathorian noted smugly.

The End