RATING: NC-17
CATEGORIES: Romance, PWP
SPOILERS: None
WARNINGS: Graphic m/m sex. Have ice cubes handy:)
ARCHIVE: Master & Apprentice. Anyone else, please
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SUMMARY: A night of passion and a reaffirmation of trust leads
to a deeper bond between master and apprentice.
DISCLAIMER: George Lucas owns all things Star Wars; I'm just
borrowing for a bit of fun. No copyright infringement is
intended.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Many heartfelt thanks go out to my beta
readers, Carol, Rushlight, and Catnip, for their insightful
comments and encouragement!
Author's Note: words enclosed in asterisks[ **] represent
mindspeak or emphasized words.
"Are you sure, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon murmured softly as he gazed
affectionately at his lover. The younger man was struggling to
catch his breath, his body slowly coming down from its climax.
Opening his eyes, Obi-Wan instantly lost himself inside the
beautiful blues that were studying him so intently. "Yes,
Master," he exhaled. "I'm sure."
A grin tugged at the corner of Qui-Gon's mouth as the older
man carefully wiped away the evidence of his padawan's release.
After discarding the tissues, he ran his hands across Obi-Wan's
chest soothingly. "Every act of love requires a great deal of
trust, but this one much more so," he explained gently. "You've
been hesitant to explore this in the past; I just want to be
certain you're ready."
"I think I've made you wait long enough," the younger man
whispered, the words barely audible.
The elder Jedi's face grew serious as he lowered himself to
lay beside his lover. "Do you truly believe I'm not satisfied
with our relationship as it is?"
The apprentice turned to stare out the window, guilt settling
around him like a palpable shroud.
"Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon spoke softly, tilting the younger man's
head back toward him with one finger. "Every expression of our
love shared between us is very precious to me, from the sparkle
in your eye when you look at me to the most intense lovemaking
we've enjoyed together. I want for nothing where my love for
you is concerned."
"You've experienced that kind of intimacy before, though,
haven't you? With others?"
"Yes," the Jedi master admitted.
"And you've enjoyed it?"
Qui-Gon paused before answering, already aware of the point
his padawan was trying to make. "Yes, I have."
"You haven't once desired me in that way?" Obi-Wan asked, his
eyes reflecting the mixed emotions in his heart.
"I would be lying if I said I hadn't," the elder Jedi answered
truthfully, "but that doesn't mean I'm dissatisfied with the
relationship we have. I'm deeply concerned that you feel this
obligation to me, Obi-Wan. I would never ask you to do anything
you weren't comfortable with."
The Jedi apprentice considered his lover's words carefully.
Reaching out, he trailed a gentle hand across the smooth planes
of Qui-Gon's chest, knowing full well the effect it had on the
older man. While he had already enjoyed the pleasure of
release, his lover had not, as evidenced by the hot hardness
currently nestled against his thigh. "I would like to give this
to you, Master," Obi-Wan said softly. "I just...needed some
time to prepare myself for the experience. I'm ready now."
Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed in concern. "You seem convinced that
you would not enjoy yourself," he offered, looking deeply into
his padawan's eyes. "Have you never been with another man in
this way before?"
Obi-Wan flushed under the intensity of his master's gaze. "No,
I haven't...not like this. But, I'm well aware of the basic
mechanics. Even if that weren't enough to make me nervous, the
fact that you're built like a Bantha *would*."
A soft chuckle rippled through the Jedi master's body as he
leaned down and captured his lover's lips with his own. The
kiss was slow and tender, filled with reassurance. "I would
never hurt you, Obi-Wan," he whispered against the younger
man's mouth. "With patience and careful awareness, intercourse
between men can be extremely enjoyable for both partners."
Qui-Gon pulled his face back so he could take in his padawan's
expression. The younger Jedi's eyes sparkled with fascination,
though a thread of uncertainty still resonated through their
bond. He could tell Obi-Wan truly wanted to give himself in
this way, and the thought warmed his heart completely. They'd
been lovers for some time now, and even though Qui-Gon hadn't
pressed the issue, it had been a constant, silent presence in
their relationship, one that had obviously disturbed Obi-Wan
more than he'd thought.
"Do you trust me?" the elder Jedi asked softly, allowing his
love for the other man to shine in his eyes.
Obi-Wan smiled, his face brightening. In silent response, he
slowly turned over onto his stomach, keeping his eyes locked
with those of his lover as he laid his head against his folded
arms. The invitation wasn't lost on Qui-Gon, who took a long,
deep breath as he gazed upon the irresistible sight before him.
Reaching out, he stroked his fingers down the younger man's
back, grinning as he felt the muscles beneath his hand quiver
with pleasure. The warmth in Obi-Wan's eyes deepened, desire
smoldering in their depths.
"Forgive my persistence in this matter," the Jedi master
murmured as he leaned down once again, bringing his mouth
within inches of his lover's, "but are you *certain* this is
what you want?"
Obi-Wan lifted his head, closing the distance between them
until his lips met those of his mentor once more. The
apprentice's tongue teased Qui-Gon's upper lip with tiny,
fleeting touches, begging for entry. The older man obliged, a
soft, needy sound escaping his throat as his lover plunged deep
into his mouth over and over, mimicking the rhythm that would
soon join them together in passion's embrace.
Nearly a minute passed as their tongues mated together,
twining seductively. Finally, Obi-Wan slowly pulled away,
placing one final kiss against his master's lips. "Yes," he
whispered, "I'm certain. Love me..."
Qui-Gon smiled at his padawan, running a hand through the
younger man's hair. Obi-Wan sighed soundlessly, his eyes
closing at the delightful touch as he laid his head back down.
"Find your center and relax yourself as best you can," the
elder Jedi soothed, still massaging his lover's head. "I shall
be back momentarily."
Obi-Wan felt the mattress give way beside him as his master
got off the bed. He listened intently to the other man's
movements even while he reached out to the Force to steady his
nerves. It was finally going to happen. He'd dreamed about this
moment as much as he'd dreaded it. The classes on sexuality
taught everyone that there was no wrong way for consenting
adults to express their love and desire, but some of his age
mates had relayed virtual horror stories regarding this
particular type of sexual act, leaving a lasting impression on
Obi-Wan. He trusted Qui-Gon with his life, and even though he
believed his lover would never intentionally hurt him, he
couldn't completely dispel the tension that coiled deep inside.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bathroom
cabinet door closing. A surge of apprehension raced through him
as he heard Qui-Gon approaching, but he quelled the negative
response with a deep, steadying breath. His center was a bit
difficult to grasp due to his conflicting emotions, but by the
time his lover slid back onto the bed, he was fully in control.
The elder Jedi's hands immediately returned to Obi-Wan's back,
rubbing the soft skin there in gentle circles. He could sense
the younger man's lingering anxiety and sought to help diminish
it with a few minutes of simple, reassuring contact. Reaching
through their training bond, Qui-Gon unobtrusively relaxed his
inner shields. While doing so would lessen the amount of
emotional privacy between them - something deeply respected
among Force-sensitives - it would also allow him to more
closely monitor his lover's reactions. As far as the Jedi
master was concerned, such a precaution was absolutely
necessary in a situation like this. If Obi-Wan experienced any
pain, Qui-Gon would be aware of it instantly and would be able
to react accordingly.
Much to his surprise, he sensed Obi-Wan doing the same, the
apprentice's inner shields lowering completely in response
until there wasn't anything separating their individual layers
of awareness. The soft touch of his lover's mind against his
own brought a smile to Qui-Gon's face. Sharing any experience
so openly, especially a sexual one, was a remarkable display of
trust and love - something generally reserved for a bondmate or
life partner. That this beautiful young man would offer such a
gift to him touched the Jedi master deeply.
*Did you really believe you were just another lover to me,
Master?* Obi-Wan replied silently to the other man's thought.
The elder Jedi's face flushed as he gazed down at his beloved,
the true depth of his lover's feelings now laid bare to him.
Obi-Wan grinned impishly at his master's uncharacteristic lack
of response. Catching Qui-Gon Jinn at a loss for words was a
rarity indeed.
Leaning down, the Jedi master rested his lips against his
padawan's ear. The whispered endearment that followed sent a
ripple of pleasure through the younger man's entire body,
heightening the level of arousal between them.
Qui-Gon moved between Obi-Wan's legs, caressing the length of
his lover's back once more, slowly and deliberately. When the
elder Jedi's hands neared Obi-Wan's waist, the younger man
automatically raised his hips and pulled his legs underneath
him in a show of complete submission, opening one of his most
tender areas to the appreciative gaze of his master. Taking a
deep breath, Qui-Gon gentled his touch, moving sensually from
the younger man's back to the pale, sensitive flesh of his ass.
So beautiful...
Obi-Wan shuddered, feeling his lover's intense scrutiny
without opening his eyes. Long, callused fingers began stroking
along his inner thighs, teasing and loving him with the
lightest of touches. He squirmed delightedly, his penis
responding instinctively to the delicious sensations. His
master's hands could be so strong and intimidating, efficient
weapons with or without a lightsaber, yet they could also be so
incredibly gentle, coaxing his body to unbelievable levels of
pleasure with hardly any effort at all.
The elder Jedi chuckled as his padawan moaned softly, the
sound sending a surge of raw desire through him. The younger
man's uneasiness had begun to fade, his body's instincts taking
over completely. Reaching a long arm behind his back, Qui-Gon
retrieved the small vial of oil he'd brought back from the
bathroom, using a touch of the Force to warm the contents to a
comfortable temperature. Removing the stopper, he allowed a
small ribbon of the fluid to drizzle onto his lover's skin. His
index finger followed the trail of the oil down to the tight,
puckered opening where he smoothed it around very gently.
Obi-Wan's body jolted at the sensation, a startled sound
escaping his throat. The pleasure from just that little touch
had gone straight to his groin, rousing his penis to full
attention. He tried to remain as still as possible while his
master teased him relentlessly, waking all of the rich nerve
endings he'd never even been aware of before now, but his body
had other plans.
Qui-Gon listened attentively as his lover's breathing deepened
and grew slightly ragged. The younger man was writhing
seductively at his touch, which only inflamed his desire
further. Pouring a bit more oil onto his finger, he began
gently pressing into the ring of muscle, alternating that
motion with the light, ticklish touches he'd begun with. The
affect was mesmerizing. Obi-Wan unconsciously spread his legs
wider and raised his hips, leaning back into the finger
whenever it moved to penetrate him.
Long minutes passed as the older man continued his
ministrations slowly and carefully, alternating the motions of
his finger until it was fully embedded inside Obi-Wan's warm
body. He hadn't sensed any discomfort emanating from his lover,
for which he was grateful. On the contrary, the young Jedi
appeared to be enjoying himself immensely if Qui-Gon was
correctly interpreting the incoherent sounds he was making.
Again and again he pushed his finger inside, twisting and
stretching. Obi-Wan matched the deliberate rhythm, pressing
back eagerly.
Another oiled finger joined the first one, the slow process of
teasing and penetrating beginning all over again. By the time
both fingers were comfortably inside, Obi-Wan was trembling
from the incredible sensory overload. His hands grasped
desperately at the bed sheets, his forehead resting limply
against the mattress. "Gods..." he whispered. The pain and
humiliation his age mates had described was entirely absent
from this experience. All he felt was intense arousal mixed
with warm, diffused sensations of pleasure.
After carefully working both of his fingers inside the younger
man, Qui-Gon twisted them slowly, further stretching the
reluctant muscles. He kept his other hand on his lover's lower
back, continuing to soothe with gentle touches. With a playful
twinkle in his eye, he curled his fingers slightly and twisted
them once more. Not two seconds later, Obi-Wan's hips jerked
forward, the younger man shouting in surprise as a bolt of
intense pleasure shot through his groin. Qui-Gon pressed
against the hidden gland several more times, chuckling quietly
as he listened to the muffled expletives being uttered by his
padawan.
Obi-Wan writhed shamelessly against the delicious sensations.
Whatever it was his master was doing, it felt absolutely
incredible, like little bursts of pleasurable fireworks being
set off deep inside him. He could sense the older man's
amusement and the joy he felt in giving this experience to
Obi-Wan. Through the haze of arousal, the only coherent thought
the younger Jedi could form was the desire to return the love
and affection his master was giving him so selflessly.
"Master..." he gasped as another bolt of pleasure surged
through him.
*Are you all right, Obi-Wan?* Qui-Gon asked silently.
The younger man hissed softly, pressing back against Qui-Gon's
fingers as he instinctively sought to prolong the wonderful
sensations. "Please take me!" he whispered urgently.
The Jedi master smiled indulgently. "Patience, my padawan," he
replied, punctuating his words with another teasing brush
against his lover's prostate. Obi-Wan groaned, thrusting his
hips forward again. "You may be ready for me emotionally,"
Qui-Gon continued, "but we must be certain your body is fully
prepared."
"A mere technicality..." The younger man's choked voice was
filled with amusement.
Qui-Gon leaned down abruptly and nipped at the tender skin of
the other man's buttocks. Obi-Wan howled in surprise, the sound
melting almost instantly into another moan as more sparks
ignited in his groin.
*You're slowly driving me insane, Master,* the young Jedi
pleaded soundlessly.
*Then I am accomplishing precisely what I set out to do,
love.*
Obi-Wan couldn't help but smile at his lover's words. The love
and adoration radiating through their training bond nearly took
his breath away. He felt the older man's two long fingers
slowly pulling away from his warmth, causing him to whimper in
a most undignified manner. Before he could protest though, the
fingertips began teasing his opening again, this time joined by
a third large digit. Obi-Wan's eyes widened as his master began
to work the three fingers into his delicate passage, aided by a
fresh coating of the sweet-smelling oil.
Qui-Gon moved slowly, well aware that the atmosphere had
suddenly become far more intense. The younger man had gone
completely silent, all of his senses focused inward. There was
still no hint of pain or discomfort, but moving through this
final stage too quickly could undo all of the elder Jedi's
careful preparation and reassurance.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Obi-Wan concentrated on
keeping his body as relaxed as possible. The sensation of being
filled and stretched so completely was incredible, something he
never would have believed could feel so good. He tried to
imagine how the three fingers currently embedded inside him
might compare to Qui-Gon's massive girth, but the thought was
shattered as yet another surge of pleasure raced through his
groin. His penis twitched impatiently beneath him and without
conscious thought he began thrusting, his master's intimate
touch bringing him to the very edge of his endurance.
The young Jedi let loose a keening wail as he forced his body
to be still. The tingling sensation of imminent orgasm warmed
his testicles, but he fought against it. He definitely wanted
Qui-Gon to be inside him when he finally enjoyed his pleasure.
The older man sensed Obi-Wan holding himself back and
carefully adjusted his fingers to avoid the sweet spot deep
inside. After a few more gentle twists, Qui-Gon pulled his
fingers out completely. He quickly wiped them on the damp,
antibacterial cloth he'd brought from the bathroom and reached
for the oil. Pouring a generous amount into his palm, he pumped
his shaft back to full hardness, the slick sound causing a
visible shudder to run through the younger man.
Scooting forward a bit, Qui-Gon leaned down and pressed a kiss
to his lover's back as he guided his penis to Obi-Wan's waiting
body. "I love you," he murmured, his voice heavy with need.
Obi-Wan's breath caught in his throat as he felt the blunt
head of his master's member pressing inside him. There were
large hands guiding him, raising his hips higher and offering
encouraging touches as he wriggled involuntarily against the
intrusion. It wasn't until that moment that the young Jedi
understood the true vulnerability of his position, of his part
in this incredible act of love. He was being thoroughly and
utterly possessed by Qui-Gon, opening his body for the older
man to take and do with as he pleased. As disturbing as that
thought might be to someone else, Obi-Wan found it an
overwhelming source of excitement. Had he not trusted his
master as completely as he did, this whole experience would
feel very, very wrong. Instead, it felt like the most natural
thing in the entire universe.
The elder Jedi took his time, thrusting in a little bit and
then pulling back, allowing his lover's body to adjust slowly.
A warm, burning sensation that bordered on pain spread through
Obi-Wan as his lover's penis cleared the last ring of muscle
inside. The younger man closed his eyes and concentrated on
that area of his body, using the Force to relax himself
further. Qui-Gon reached out to him through their bond at
almost the same instant, adding his own Force-touch to help
ease the discomfort. Within moments, the sensation had abated.
Obi-Wan felt his master's large body covering his then,
molding tightly against his back. Long arms wrapped around him,
the silver-brown strands of the older man's hair tickling the
sensitive skin on his neck. He heard Qui-Gon's breath in his
ear, sounding as ragged as his own, and felt the other man's
heartbeat reverberating through the layers of sweat-soaked
skin. Strange sounds filtered through his consciousness,
desperate yet entirely erotic. It took Obi-Wan a long moment to
realize the sounds were coming from him.
Qui-Gon held his padawan close as he continued to press
himself inside the tight heat of the beautiful body beneath
him. The sensation of being within Obi-Wan, being joined with
him in this manner, brought tears to his eyes, the joy of the
experience absolutely overpowering him. Reaching out
instinctively with his mind, the Jedi master found his feelings
mirrored by those of his lover. He could sense many other
emotions swirling in the midst of their training bond as well,
but thankfully, pain and anxiety weren't among them.
Slowly, the two became one, the careful, deliberate movements
of the elder continuing until he was nestled snugly against his
lover's backside. A moment of pure shock overwhelmed Obi-Wan as
he felt his master's heavy sac resting against his perineum. He
could feel Qui-Gon's immense length buried deep inside,
stretching him thoroughly, but his body registered none of the
agony he'd expected from such penetration. A quick check
through their bond showed that the older man was no longer
compensating for any pain with the Force; the sensations
Obi-Wan felt were very genuine...and extremely pleasant.
After remaining still for a bit, Qui-Gon finally shifted
slightly, withdrawing himself part-way and then slowly
thrusting back inside. The movement prompted an unexpected
response from his lover - Obi-Wan began laughing softly. The
elder Jedi couldn't help but chuckle himself as he listened to
the joyful sound. "Something amuses you, my love?" he asked,
purposely speaking directly into the younger man's ear.
Obi-Wan shuddered as his master's warm breath tickled his ear.
"No..." he offered breathlessly, gasping as his lover thrust
into him once more. "This feels wonderful..."
A new fit of quiet laughter spilled forth from the younger
man, his whole body shaking from the effort. Qui-Gon kissed his
beloved's cheek, nuzzling the side of his face and neck while
he listened to the tension draining away. He could only
speculate how long his apprentice had harbored such
misconceptions regarding this particular sexual act, but the
relief he must be feeling was readily apparent by his mirthful
reaction.
After withdrawing his penis almost completely, Qui-Gon angled
his hips a bit differently before thrusting back in. Obi-Wan's
laughter melted instantly into a loud cry of surprise as his
prostate was nudged once more. The elder Jedi quickly settled
into a rhythm that was both comfortable and relentless. It
didn't take long before his lover was howling beneath him, both
the internal and external stimuli driving him to the edge of
orgasm. Sensing his padawan's approaching climax, Qui-Gon did
what he thought was best in just such a situation...
Thrusting himself deep inside the willing body, he stopped
cold, tightening his grip on the younger man so that he
couldn't move either.
"Qui-Gon!!!" Obi-Wan wailed, the frustration he felt clearly
apparent in his tone.
This time it was the Jedi master's turn to laugh, the deep
sound vibrating through both of them. Feeling his padawan
squirming with pleasure underneath him and listening to his
impassioned cries had brought Qui-Gon to the brink of his own
release as well.
"Master," the younger man continued, his desperation growing,
"this is not funny! I'm so close..." Indeed, his penis was
throbbing painfully.
"I know you are," Qui-Gon whispered, nibbling at his lover's
ear. "I am, too. That's why I've stopped."
"What?!"
"Always in such a hurry to meet the future," the master
chuckled.
Realizing the humor of their current predicament, Obi-Wan
couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up from the pit of his
stomach once more. "You're testing me now?" he asked
incredulously. His whole body was on fire, the vibrations of
impending orgasm teasing every cell in his body, building the
tension inside him to an unbearable level. This was absolute
torture...and he was loving every moment of it!
"Be mindful of the Living Force, Padawan," Qui-Gon murmured
softly. "There is nothing more important than the moment at
hand. Enjoy this..."
Finally catching his breath, Obi-Wan closed his eyes, making a
genuine effort to absorb his master's words despite his body's
demand for immediate release. The elder Jedi was nuzzling his
neck again, his hot tongue teasing the spot right below his ear
that always drove him wild. Twisting his head slightly, the
younger man leaned into the touch, moaning softly as his
lover's lips descended on his own.
Qui-Gon felt his apprentice relax beneath him as their kiss
deepened. Slowly, he withdrew his shaft, pressing back inside
with the same deliberate rhythm. Obi-Wan groaned, finally
breaking their kiss, but the older man sensed him opening
himself to the experience rather than trying to rush it
forward.
Dim lights from the busy Coruscant sky partially illuminated
the two lovers as the tempo of their lovemaking was
reestablished, soft murmurs of love and pleasure warming the
air around them. Obi-Wan matched his master's movements,
pressing back as much as his position would allow. The tension
mounted in their bodies as they moved together, though their
rhythm remained steady. Whenever one of them neared climax,
Qui-Gon would slow or stop completely, allowing them both to
enjoy the powerful, overwhelming pleasure associated with being
on the verge of release.
Obi-Wan clenched the sheets in a death-grip as he felt his
lover resume thrusting once again. This was the single most
intense sexual experience he'd ever had. He moaned loudly, his
prostate sending flashes of pleasure through him with each
stroke. His body was trembling uncontrollably, as much from the
wonder of the experience as the need to put an end to this
delicious agony...he didn't know how much more he could take.
*Master...* he called, his mind voice as breathless and
desperate as his real one would be if he'd had the strength
speak out loud.
A soft chuckle caressed the inside of his mind. *I know, my
love.* With that, Qui-Gon shortened his movements, thrusting
more vigorously than before.
The younger man let loose a strangled cry as he felt his
lover's large hand wrap around his penis, the gentle strokes
that followed igniting the pre-orgasmic tingling in his
testicles. He could hear Qui-Gon panting in his ear, a sound
matched by his own harsh breathing.
The moments that followed seemed an eternity as they reached
for release, ecstatic sounds of anticipation spilling from both
of them. Obi-Wan screamed as his orgasm finally tore through
him, the tension bleeding away in powerful spasms of pleasure
that threatened to rob him of his consciousness. Qui-Gon felt
his lover's climax through their shared bond, the younger man's
body bucking wildly beneath him. His own release followed
quickly, the intensity of it forcing his own voice to join that
of his padawan, the dignified tones of two Jedi diplomats
reduced to the uncontrolled melody of passion.
Their bodies shuddered with aftershocks long after the
pinnacle had passed. Qui-Gon slid his huge frame down onto the
mattress, pulling his exhausted lover with him. Obi-Wan
stretched cramped legs, one final moan of satisfaction slipping
past his lips as he felt the older man's softened member
leaving him. Neither of them spoke for long minutes afterward,
both content just to lay in the other's arms. The young Jedi
stared lazily out the window, his deep breathing signaling his
contentment. Qui-Gon still held his lover's penis in a gentle
grasp, attentive fingers coaxing every last quiver of pleasure
from his weary body.
The feel of the Jedi master's lips on his neck brought a smile
to the younger man's face. *Thank you for showing me what I was
missing, Master.*
"Thank you for trusting me, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon grinned as his
lover shivered in response to his whispered reply.
The two of them continued to rest in silence, basking in the
afterglow. It suddenly occurred to the elder Jedi that neither
of them had moved to reinstate their inner shields. They were,
in a sense, enjoying each other's relaxation just as they had
shared their physical pleasure minutes before. "This is a very
good way for a Force-bond to form, you know, Padawan," he noted
softly, lazily stroking his fingers over Obi-Wan's chest. While
he was thoroughly enjoying the shared feelings and sensations,
a deeper, unwanted bond could easily develop if they weren't
careful.
"That would be just awful," Obi-Wan responded, his voice rough
from over-exertion. Even if Qui-Gon hadn't felt his
apprentice's amusement through their bond, he would have
clearly heard it in his tone. When the younger man made no
effort to pull his inner shields back into place, his master
shifted slightly, scrutinizing his lover's face. Obi-Wan turned
his head to meet his master's gaze.
Qui-Gon's eyes widened as realization set in. "You would
*want* to bond with me?" His voice was filled with surprise.
"I love you very much, Qui-Gon Jinn. I would consider it an
honor to share my life with you."
A crooked grin tugged at the other man's mouth. "But I'm an
old man."
"Anyone who can make love like that is *not* old," the younger
Jedi insisted, smiling gently.
Qui-Gon chuckled, reaching out to trace the dimple in his
beloved's chin. "It is you who honor me..." he murmured after a
long moment, leaning in for a kiss.
Just before their lips met, Obi-Wan's eyes lit up with a
sparkle of mischief. "What is the Council going to say about
this?" he asked. Romantic relationships weren't uncommon among
master and apprentice pairs, but very few chose to formalize
their union with a deeper Force-bond.
The elder Jedi looked thoughtful. "Given my past history with
them, they'll probably accuse me of corrupting my padawan
learner."
Obi-Wan's smile disappeared. Quickly.
But before the younger man could voice his concern, Qui-Gon
grinned, continuing, "And then they would most likely throw us
the largest bonding celebration this side of Coruscant."
Relief surged through their training bond as the younger man
twisted around and gathered his lover's face in his hands,
giving him a long, passionate kiss. "I think I could handle
that," Obi-Wan commented wryly after they'd come up for air.
"Mmmhmm. I could handle a shower right about now, too."
The young Jedi grinned playfully at his lover. "Water can be
fun," he began suggestively. "But I understand that *old* men
tire quickly..."
Qui-Gon's eyebrow quirked slightly, his blue eyes twinkling as
he watched his apprentice stretch leisurely and begin to turn
away from him. The tangled bed sheet beside him was the last
thing Obi-Wan saw before he was hauled over a set of enormous
shoulders, the echoes of his laughter ringing off the walls all
the way into the bathroom...
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