Self-indulgence

by obi-ki

Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Everything Star Wars belongs to king George and Lucasfilms. I am only borrowing the boyz so that they can have a bit of fun. I am making no money from this--its just for fun. Hope you like it.

Summary: Obi-Wan's frustrations lead him to taking matters into his own hands.

Authors notes: My everlasting gratitude goes out to my beta/editor Monalee for all her help. She crosses my T's and dots my I's and everything else in between. I couldn't do it without her. Though as always, I tweeked a few things before posting so all mistakes are mine.

Obi-Wan fidgeted as he sat on the sofa in the common room, trying without much success to concentrate on the Selonian philosophy text on the datapad in his hand. His frustration level had grown exponentially in the five days that his Master had been negotiating this trade route agreement between the Selonians and the Dralls. The two planets were part of the Corellian sector but had been at odds for so long that Chancellor Valorum had suggested that the two factions come to Coruscant for the negotiations. Due to his success at negotiating a similar agreement years before, Qui-Gon Jinn had been personally requested by the Selonian Senator and was the only Jedi representative allowed to attend the discussions.

Obi-Wan tossed the datapad on the cushion beside him and rose. He walked into the kitchen to make some tea in an effort to regain his focus. As his hands performed the automatic movements, his mind review the past few days. When his Master had told him that he would not be needed at the negotiations, at first he had been pleased. The constant bickering that was almost routine during these types of trade conferences always seemed to try him to the limit of his Jedi patience. He found the hours of discussion over the minutest details annoying and had yet to achieve his Master's level of serenity and patience in these most trying of instances.

But in the five days that had passed, Obi-Wan's opinion on being kept outside of the negotiations had changed drastically. Each morning Qui-Gon had left their quarters when the sun had barely cleared the horizon and had not returned until very late at night. The older man had come home exhausted and had barely had the strength to remove his clothing before dropping into their bed and submitting to the pull of sleep. He dragged himself from the bed at the crack of dawn, showering and dressing quickly, not even taking time for tea or meditation before heading back to the negotiation chamber.

At first, Obi-Wan had enjoyed having some personal time to get together with his friends and work on some long neglected hobbies. Time had flown by the first few days and although he missed the steadfast presence of the man who had been the center of his life for the past ten years, he was happy and relaxed. When the negotiations extended into a fourth day, Obi-Wan found privacy turning to loneliness. He missed the camaraderie of his Master, their shared meals, quiet conversation and even some of their more animated discussions. He found he was having trouble meditating, missing the solid presence of Qui-Gon in his mind. Their link had been muted by necessity, his master needing to give his full attention to the tedious details of the discussions.

But more than all of those things combined, Obi-Wan missed his lover. He and Qui-Gon had finally acted on their previously hidden feelings for one another three months ago and he was finding it very difficult not being able to spend intimate time with the older man. Although they were still sharing a bed, Qui-Gon had been so exhausted each night that he had barely had the strength to give his apprentice a good night kiss. By the third night, Obi-Wan had no longer been able to sleep himself. The nearness of his lover's muscular form had kept him in a constant state of arousal and he found himself rubbing unconsciously against his Master's body. On the fourth night he had attempted to arouse the man, hoping that his caresses would penetrate his sleep but he had been unsuccessful. Qui-Gon had groaned and pulled away, turning his body so that his apprentice could no longer reach him.

Obi-Wan leaned against the counter sipping his tea and trying to decide what he could do to relieve his frustration. A pulse of love coming across the suddenly reopened bond staggered him with its intensity. Extending his own thoughts to his Master, he returned the feelings and queried the progress of the talks. Please tell me that the negotiations have been completed, Master

I wish that were so, my Padawan, but we are just breaking for late meal, Qui-Gon sent in reply. Things have progressed some but I don't see them coming to terms anytime soon.

Maybe I should join you, my Master? Obi-Wan asked mentally. I'm sure I could be of some assistance to you.

The Dralls are insistent that no one else become involved in the negotiations, Padawan, Qui-Gon replied. I will see you later.

After another mental caress, Obi-Wan felt his Master mute their link again and fought the desire to slam his tea mug against the wall in frustration. That brief mental contact had been wonderful but it had also caused his rebellious body to surge again into the pangs of arousal. Knowing that what he really wanted to do would not be happening any time soon, Obi-Wan decided to give in and partially satisfy his body's demands.

After taken a moment to clean up the items from his tea making, Obi-Wan headed into their bedroom. He undressed, taking the time to fold and put away his garments then he turned back the covers on the bed. He lay down on his back, enjoying the crispness of the fresh sheets against the heated skin of his body.

For a few moments Obi-Wan stayed perfectly still on the bed, opening himself fully to the Force flowing around him. With a pang of regret that he could not share this with his Master, he concentrated on pulling the Force to him. He allowed the currents of the Living Force to sensitize his skin until even the movement of the air coming in from the open balcony door was as erotic as a lover's touch.

The currents of the Force had almost become visible to Obi-Wan by the time he began to place his hands on his own body. He ran his palms lightly across his skin first down his arms then moving on to his legs. As his palms passed over the tender skin inside his thighs, he could feel his penis lengthening and thickening. Bypassing his most sensitive area, he continued along the outside of his thighs and hips. He shifted from palms to fingertips, raking his nails down the sensitive flesh until he had created a series of red streaks across the whiteness of his skin.

Obi-Wan's breathing had already begun to quicken by the time his hands moved to the skin of his chest and abdomen. Pressing his palm down against the flat round of his nipple, he moved it in a firm circular motion until the brown nub had peaked to hardness. He repeated the movement on his other nipple until it too had hardened into a stiff peak. Scraping his nails across his firm nipples, he moaned aloud at the sensations that rolled directly to his groin.

By the time he was sliding his hands from his nipples along the line of hair in the center of his chest, Obi-Wan was so enthralled with the feelings he was creating in his own body that he failed to notice that his bond with his Master had reanimated almost to its normal strength. A surge of lust passed over the bond without him even being aware that he had transmitted it.

Obi-Wan ran his fingers through the curls that surrounded his manhood before skirting his erection to run his fingertips over the sensitive skin of his scrotum. He spread his legs further to ease his access then rolled first one and then the other ball between his fingers. The drop of fluid forming at the tip of his throbbing shaft painted a line of wetness along the inside of his wrist as he reached past it. He struggled to ignore his hardness, continuing to shift the weight of his scrotum within his fingers.

Feeling his testicles drawing closer to his body in response to his fondling, Obi-Wan released them as he rolled slightly onto his side and pressed a fingertip against the puckered opening to his body. Imagining that it was his lover's larger finger pressing for entry, he pushed past the ring of muscle and groaned at the sensation of his finger sliding into the silken flesh. He slid the finger in and out of his body, probing for the small gland he knew would send pulses of pleasure through him at each inward push.

When his fingertip finally came into contact with it, Obi-Wan gave into the demands of his body and wrapped his other hand loosely around his throbbing phallus. He slid the loose tunnel of his hand over the hardened shaft, running his thumb through the pool of fluid at the tip with each upward stroke. After a few moments, he tightened his grip and moved his hips in a rocking motion. He began to thrust in a rhythmic pattern, pushing forward into the tunnel of his fingers and pushing back onto the finger penetrating his anus. His rocking increased in intensity and his breathing became more and more ragged until he could feel the crest of his orgasm pressing to explode. He tightened his grip and with two hard tugs felt the fluid of his completion spurting out over his fingers. He rode out his orgasm, slowing his motions only when his shaft had begun to soften slightly within his grasp.

Taking a deep and satisfied breath, Obi-Wan released his penis and pulled his finger from his body before rolling onto his back. A slight noise across the room drifted over to him and he turned quickly to look. Shock flowed through him at the sight that greeted him. His Master, lover and lifemate was leaning against the doorframe looking over at him with a bemused expression. "How long have you been standing there?" Obi-Wan asked, an embarrassed blush spreading over his face.

"Not long enough," Qui-Gon replied dryly, pulling his robe off his shoulders and tossing it over a chair before stalking over to the bed. He ran a finger through the creamy fluid pooled on Obi-Wan's stomach then brought the finger to his lips. Staring intently at his young lover, he pulled the finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. He sat on the edge of the bed and lazily traced a pattern in the cooling semen. "It was not very considerate of you to begin without me, Padawan. Suitable punishment will need to be devised for your extremely self-indulgent behavior."

Obi-Wan felt himself beginning to harden again at his Master's words. He thought about asking the man how he managed to get away from the negotiations but decided he would not question a gift from the Force. Taking a large hand into his, he brought it to his lips and spoke softly against it. "I submit myself willingly to your judgment in this matter, my Master."

The End.