Warnings: Ummm...Huge pile of vanilla flavored fluff within.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money...don't sue!
Summary: A response to Mac's "Obi-Wan, no one will believe
we're lovers." Challenge.
Feedback: Eeeep! ::hiding under covers:: Ok,
Barbana@pacbell.net
Acknowledgments: Thank you Mac for this extremely fun
Challenge! Big thank yous to everyone who took time out to send
Feedback on my first Fic. This list is very supportive and I
appreciate all of you. Almkkr & Sneezer222, you know who
you are...*kisses
NO beta, so all mistakes are mine...
"Obi-Wan, no one is going to believe that we're lovers!"
The apprentice paused a moment in the act of hanging up a spare
tunic in the passenger ship's wardrobe.
"Well, I should think not. Not when you can't even say it
properly, Master."
"Say what Obi-Wan? Lovers?"
Obi-Wan turned to look at his Master sprawled in the tiny
cabin's only seat, an oversized chair that was most likely
intended for normal sized travelers to use as a small couch. It
was just big enough for the large man to spread himself out for
once and get comfortable.
"No...not the word lovers, it's 'Obi-Wan', you can't even say
my name properly."
Qui-Gon looked at his student with a frankly puzzled
expression. "I've been calling you by that name for eight years
now Padawan, this is the first time you've told me I've been
pronouncing it incorrectly."
"Not incorrectly Master, just not the way a lover would say it,
that's all I meant."
"Obi-Wan..."
"See! That is the voice of a teacher. That is how I would
expect my name to sound on the lips of someone who was going to
quiz me on economics or diplomacy. That is not the way a
lover would say my name."
Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed as he regarded his young student. "Will
you remind me how we got started on this subject?" he asked,
sounding just a little exasperated. Taking a moment to remove
his hair tie, he had been getting ready to sleep when this
bizarre conversation started.
Obi-Wan resumed unpacking while he answered. "I just thought it
would be a good cover story for this mission. Actually it was
Master Windu's suggestion." Obi-Wan flashed his Master a quick
grin over his shoulder. "We are going into hostile territory
for this mission. If we only had one set of quarters it will be
easier to protect ourselves and the package we're going to be
retrieving. Saying we're lovers will prevent anyone questioning
why we only want one room." Obi-Wan finished unpacking and
turned to wink at his Master.
Qui-Gon lifted one eyebrow at the younger man.
"It doesn't matter. All the reasons why it's a good idea won't
help us Master, since you can't even get the name part right.
It's probably better just to drop the whole idea."
Qui-Gon took a deep breath, running his fingers through his
loose hair. "All right, how would I say your name if we were
lovers? If we were going to use Mace's suggestion, which
right now I'm having doubts about. How would you suggest I
sound?"
Obi-Wan turned to lounge negligently against the slightly
curved bulkhead. One shoulder down as he regarded his Master.
His lean, graceful body relaxed and still. He was clad only in
loose pants and an old worn tunic that had been pulled open
during the course of the evening showing a glimpse of smooth
skin above his trim waist. His hair was tousled and he looked
as though he was someone who'd just woken up from a long sleep,
as opposed to someone who was just getting ready to go to bed.
"I can't explain it to you Master. You have a wonderful voice,
you've used it to calm angry politicians and rally people to
causes in a variety of situations, surely you've had
lovers...how did you sound when you said their names?"
"Padawan..." Qui-Gon growled in exasperation.
"Master, let go, trust your instincts, follow your feelings.
Isn't that what you're always telling me? You have an
imagination, use it! Imagine me as your lover. Imagine coming
home to our quarters after a mission away from me for weeks. We
haven't made love in all that time, and you are aching to hold
and touch me. You are desperate to run your hands over me and
claim me with your body. You want nothing more to taste my
essence, to make me yours again after so long. What would you
say to me when you got home? How do you think you would sound?"
Obi-Wan's voice had dropped sensuously low as he painted the
mental picture for his Master.
Qui-Gon got flashes of himself returning from a mission
striding into their shared quarters and simply lifting his
Padawan over his shoulders and stalking into his sleepchamber.
Literally tossing the younger man onto the bed before moving to
cover the lithe form with his own and plundering the mouth
below him. His breathing sped up slightly and he found himself
growing aroused by the image.
"Padawan, don't tease..."
Obi-Wan's breath hitched at the sound of his Master's voice.
Yes...that is more like a lover would sound. He looked over and
noted his Master's darkened eyes, eyes that were avidly
watching every move he made. Obi-Wan suddenly found the tiny
cabin quite warm and he shifted a little against the wall as he
felt his body tighten with a surge of lust.
"Very good Master, but I don't think calling me Padawan is very
lover like. Where we are going someone might know it's true
meaning." Obi-Wan looked deep into his Master's eyes, daring
him to take up the challenge held within their ever changing
depths. "Now try it again, but say 'Obi-Wan'. Come on Qui-Gon,
I know you can do it, say it like a lover would."
Qui-Gon wondered how far his apprentice was willing to take the
teasing. Did he understand what he was asking, or was this
really just about preparations for a mission? Qui-Gon sat there
considering for a moment before deciding to test Obi-Wan's
resolve.
Slowly unfolding himself from the chair he stood a moment just
gazing at his apprentice. With sure, deliberate steps Qui-Gon
brought himself across the room to stand before his apprentice.
He put one hand against the wall and the other on the back of
Obi-Wan's neck, his thumb resting against the strong muscles of
his neck. Qui-Gon could feel the pulse of his Padawan's heart
beating strongly under his hand and felt it jump when he slowly
leaned over the smaller man. Crowding him slightly against the
cool bulkhead, Qui-Gon leaned in even farther to let his breath
ghost over Obi-Wan's face as he brought his lips so close to
Obi-Wan's that Obi-Wan was sure he could feel the warmth from
his Master's lips on his own. Qui-Gon was close enough that
Obi-Wan could feel the soft fabric from his Master's tunic
rubbing slightly against his bared chest. They stood there warm
breath mingling, Obi-Wan adrift in the sensation of being so
close to his Master and yet not touching him. The only physical
contact was the warm strong hand cradling his neck, and the
thumb pressed against his pulse.
At last Qui-Gon lifted his head so he could look at his
apprentice, smiling slightly at the picture Obi-Wan made. Face
flushed, his eyes had darkened with desire and were staring
almost sightless into his own. Obi-Wan's tongue came out to wet
his lips reflexively and Qui-Gon found himself staring hungrily
at the movement, wanting nothing more at that moment than to
replace Obi-Wan's tongue with his own.
Qui-Gon, attempting to shake himself from the spell he was
rapidly falling under, leaned down again to let his lips
slightly brush against Obi-Wan's right ear. His lips lightly
touching the braid hanging there, as he tenderly whispered,
"Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon lingered for a moment longer, drinking in
the sweet scent of his Padawan before he abruptly straightened
and stepped back. He turned quickly away and walked back across
the small space in the cabin to resume his sprawl in the large
chair. He grimaced slightly when he found he had to adjust
himself in his pants, his long legs spread a little wider than
normal to accommodate the hard length nestled between them.
"Well?" He asked softly.
"What?" Was the dazed reply.
"Was that more of what you had in mind Obi-Wan? Did I sound
like a lover?"
Qui-Gon allowed himself to feel just a tiny bit smug when he
saw how his normally self contained Padawan was reacting to
what had happened. Or rather what had not happened.
Still, he reasoned, if they were going to take the path he felt
sure they would be soon heading down, he wanted Obi-Wan to take
the first real step. So he was content to await Obi-Wan's next
move.
Obi-Wan was stunned that something so innocent could stir his
mind and excite his body so completely. He was awash in the
sensation when he realized that he'd been asked a question.
Casting about for a moment he was able to gather his wits
together and answer.
"Well...that's close to what I had in mind Qui-Gon."
"Close?" Qui-Gon's voice still very low in the small room.
Obi-Wan shook himself out of his daze and focused on the man
sitting across the room. As a Jedi trained in the use of
observation as much as use of the Force, he was able to take in
his Master's physical condition at a glance. He noticed also
that Qui-Gon seemed prepared to ignore the wants of his body
indefinitely if his desire was not in accordance with his
Padawan's wishes. He also saw a challenge that rivaled
Obi-Wan's earlier one, sparkling in his Master's dark blue
eyes.
Obi-Wan stood there leaning against the bulkhead for support,
for what seemed liked forever before he came to a decision. He
straightened and with unconscious grace slowly removed his arms
from the sleeves of his tunic. With a shrug he let it drop onto
the floor. He then took a deep breath and moved leisurely
toward the chair. Obi-Wan stopped inches in front of Qui-Gon,
standing quiescent between his Masters outstretched legs, no
other movement than the rise and fall of his chest.
If you had asked Qui-Gon to describe the young man standing
like a marble statue in front of him he might have used the
word 'breathtaking', that is assuming that he would be able to
formulate words at all. Obi-Wan's skin gave off a warm glow as
the low lights of the cabin shown on his naked torso. Qui-Gon
stared rapt at the beautiful creature before him, drinking in
the sight of his handsome features. Obi-Wan's sleeping trousers
were thin and faintly nubby due to repeated wash and wear
cycles. They hung low on his hips, encouraging Qui-Gon's eyes
to follow the waist band down where it dipped low in the front.
His eyes were drawn to the sight of those first few dark curly
hairs that started on his lower abdomen. Qui-Gon felt his mouth
go dry with desire.
He looked up and caught Obi-Wan's eyes as they followed the
movement of his Master's throat as he swallowed. The younger
man looked down at his Master with a yearning hunger in his
eyes.
"Close...?"
He watched Obi-Wan nod once, never breaking the eye contact
between them.
"Yes Master, very close. You almost sounded like a lover then,
but I think we can do better, don't you? Why don't you do me a
favor and lean back just a little."
Qui-Gon leaned back in the oversized chair and placed his hands
on the armrests. Obi-Wan took the opportunity to straddle his
Master's legs and gently lower himself into Qui-Gon's lap.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes at the sensation of heat and weight
descending on his body. Obi-Wan levered himself up and while
Qui-Gon's eyes were still closed he carded his hands deep in
his Master's hair. He ran his fingers through the silky lengths
and grasped his head in strong hands.
Now it was Qui-Gon's turn to have his eyes lose focus as he
opened them to find his Padawan brushing feather light kisses
across his face. Obi-Wan brushed his lips over his Master's
strong brow, delicate eyelids, he even took a minute to kiss
his Master's slightly crooked nose. Qui-Gon remained with his
hands on the arms of the chair not moving until Obi-Wan finally
kissed the one area of his face that he most wanted to be
kissed.
At the touch on his lips Qui-gon's hands moved to Obi-Wan's
shoulders, holding lightly, caressing the warm smooth skin
under his hands. Obi-wan slowly brushed his lips against his
Master's, kiss after kiss, each one so delicate it was barely
there. Loathe to break the sensuous spell his Padawan was
weaving, Qui-Gon moved his hands to Obi-Wan's waist and pressed
just a little, trying to say without words that he wanted more.
Obi-Wan moved just a little closer to his Master's chest and
allowed his lips to press more fully, slowly opening them up to
kiss more deeply. Qui-Gon eagerly opened his mouth, his hands
moving from Obi-wan's waist to twine about his body bringing
their bodies into stronger contact. Obi-Wan lightly stroked the
lips beneath him with just the tip of his tongue, teasing his
Master. Qui-Gon heard himself whimper when he finally felt
Obi-wan's tongue fully enter his mouth. He drew the younger man
even more intimately against him as he deepened the kiss, his
beard softly scraping the cheeks of the younger man, erections
pressing together. Lips and tongues battled each other in a
fiery embrace. He let his hands drift to the waistband of
Obi-Wan's pants and traced the warm skin just above it. As the
kisses grew rougher and hotter Qui-Gon plunged past the waist
band, spanning his large hands around his Padawan's firm
buttocks, squeezing gently.
Obi-Wan broke the kiss with an impassioned moan and arched back
into the caress. His hands were still tangled in Qui-Gon's
hair, and as he looked down to see his Master's flushed face he
tighten his hands in the soft mass and drew his Master's head
up. Obi-Wan leaned back and guided the older man's face to his
chest, placing his Master's mouth over his left nipple. Obi-Wan
could feel himself tighten and swell in reaction to Qui-Gon's
breath moving across his chest.
Obi-Wan twisted his hands in his Master's hair, bent his head
and said. "Suck, Qui-Gon." Both men groaned aloud when Qui-Gon
latched onto the dusky nipple and began suckling gently, taking
a moment here and there to scrape it lightly with his teeth.
"Oh, yes." Obi-Wan panted, "Don't forget the other one." Using
hands fisted within his Master's hair Obi-Wan guided him from
one aching nipple to the other, back and forth, over and over.
Qui-Gon shifted his hands to the front of Obi-Wan's stomach and
stroked the lightly defined muscles down under the waist band,
running long fingers through the dark hairs had been so
fascinating earlier. Long fingers traveling steadily downward
taking his apprentice's hardness into his large warm hands.
When he felt the shock of Qui-Gon's hands Obi-Wan abruptly
released his Master's hair and leaned back breaking his hold.
"No." He said softly, "I want you to watch." With that Obi-Wan
leaned back further so his Master could see better and deftly
untied the drawstring of his pants, dropping them away from his
lap. Obi-Wan extended his right hand to his Master and placing
it against his mouth said, "Lick, Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan let out a
hiss of breath when he felt his Master lash his hot moist
tongue over the palm, making him even harder and more excited
than he'd been only minutes before. When his hand was wet
enough he took it away from Qui-Gon and placed it lightly over
his aching erection. Looking deeply into his Master's eyes he
slowly stroked upwards over the shaft, taking a moment to swirl
his thumb over the weeping head before making the trip down.
"Watch me." He whispered as his hands tighten against his cock,
his body glowing with a sheen perspiration. His arm and stomach
muscles taught as he pleasured himself under his Master's
intensely passionate gaze.
Qui-Gon was wracked by indecision. On the one hand he wanted
nothing more than to sit back and watch the erotic show that
his Padawan was staging for his benefit. On the other hand he
wanted to be a part of the production and his hands itched to
enter into the fray. Qui-Gon, opting for compromise, spread his
hands wide and lightly stroked them over every inch of his
apprentice that he could reach. When his hands reached
Obi-Wan's buttocks he heard him gasp out loud so he allowed his
fingers to linger in the area, hoping to wring more sounds from
the writhing young man.
Obi-Wan's movements became quicker and more frantic, his moans
louder and sharper. Qui-Gon settled his hands firmly on the
back of his apprentice's thighs and scraped his nails lightly
over the sensitive skin there. It was unexpectedly too much for
Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon watched in awe as Obi-Wan arched back, fisting
his swollen member and convulsing, coming hard in his arms,
spilling his release between them.
Obi-Wan collapsed in his Master's strong embrace and they sat
there, panting, deep gasping breaths. They both knew that
eventually they would have to speak but for the moment each was
content to recover and wait before possibly spoiling the moment
between them. Obi-Wan roused himself from his post coital
stupor and sat back again in the chair, facing his Master.
"Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon began, only to stop upon seeing the
expression that transformed Obi-Wan's face.
Obi-Wan was smiling. His face was bright, as if lit from
within. "You see Qui-Gon, I knew you could do it. Now you are
sounding more like a lover. Say it like that again."
Qui-Gon felt his face mirror his Padawan's smile. "Obi-Wan..."
He murmured low in his chest.
Obi-Wan's eyes darkened and he leaned forward to brush his lips
against his Master's ear, darting his tongue out to taste him
as he whispered, "Again."
"Obi-Wan..."
Obi-Wan brushed his hands down his Master's chest gathering
traces of his own orgasm along the way. He placed his hands on
his Master's stomach and leaning down whispered, "Say it again,
Qui-Gon."
Qui-Gon let his head drift back against the back of the chair
and as he felt the fastening to his trousers being opened and
the cooler air of the chamber hitting his overheated flesh he
moaned "Obi-Wan..."
Hands slick with his own semen, Obi-Wan grasped his prize and
stroked hard once. He leaned over and brushed his lips over
Qui-Gon's neck. "Again...Say it again, Qui-Gon."
Qui-Gon moved his head to one side and clenching his hands,
still holding onto Obi-Wan's buttocks, thrust himself up into
the tight grip of his Padawan's hands. "Obi-Wan..." he gasped.
Obi-Wan latched onto the side of Qui-Gon's neck with his mouth
and sucked hard enough to raise a small welt.
"Obi-Wan...!"
Qui-Gon pushed up hard, straining against Obi-Wan. Holding on
so tightly that he feared there would be some bruising the next
day. Obi-Wan began whispering a heated litany against his
Master's skin, pausing every so often to nip and suck the
tender flesh between his neck and shoulder.
"Yes, that's it...talk to me in that beautiful voice. Come on!
Talk to me like a lover would, let me hear your pleasure. Do it
Qui-Gon. Ohhh, you feel so good like this. I love it when you
sound like that, because I make you feel this way, I
want you to be like this always..."
Qui-Gon felt his body tighten as he hurdled toward orgasm,
every word uttered sending a pulsing shock of pure pleasure
straight to his aching groin. The feeling of strong hands
pulling and stroking him combined with the erotic pictures his
Padawan was painting with words conspired to push him right
over the edge. Qui-Gon tried to comply with his lover's desire
to hear him speak but it was all he could do to moan and gasp
Obi-Wan's name over and over again. Crying out he came,
shuddering and shaking, Obi-Wan holding him tight.
They remained as they were, touching and crooning soft words of
comfort to each other until at last, the slow dawning
discomfort of their position forced them apart. Obi-Wan gently
removed his Master's tunic and proceeded to clean them both up
as best he could. They went to bed, by unspoken agreement,
together. Obi-Wan lay curled against his Master's broad chest.
Just before he felt his Padawan drift fully into sleep Qui-Gon
couldn't resist teasing him just a bit. "So Padawan, do you
think I finally got it right that last time?...Hummm...?
Padawan?"
"Almost, Master." Obi-Wan smiled against the warm skin under
his lips.
"Almost?"
"Yes, almost." Obi-Wan lifted his head and flashed his Master a
heart stopping smile. "Well just have to keep practicing until
you've gotten it right."
"Ahhh..." Qui-Gon's lips quirked up. "Practice...I see. Well
Padawan, I look forward to continuing my education then." He
pressed a small kiss on the top of his head. "Good night my
Obi-Wan."
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