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Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are speaking.
Surprised, Obi-Wan watched his Master. Was he serious? Was he
speaking of him?
"So, Master, you're saying you're jealous? About what? About
who?"
His master didn't respond. Sitting on a chair in their home, he
held a cup of tea tightly. He wasn't drinking. He wouldn't
watch his Padawan. He was unconfortable about their
conversation. It was hard for him to speak. But
Obi-Wan begun to speak and he could not ignore him.
"Yes, my Obi-Wan, I'm jealous."
"Why?"
Qui-Gon smiled.
"There are no real reasons."
Obi-Wan didn't understand what his Master was saying.
"You're jealous without reasons?"
"Without reasons?"
"Yes?"
"Oh, no, my young Padawan. You are mistaken. The reasons are
not important".
"Yes, for me... For me reasons are very important. I want to
understand, my beloved Master. I want to understand why you are
so jealous of me".
Qui-Gon watched his Padawan. He was walking nervously
Why you don't understand me, my Padawan? It's so clear for
me.
Qui-Gon saw love and desire in Obi-Wan's eyes. He loved his
hazel eyes.
"You are so beautiful... So perfect... So mine... I changed my
soul. I gave it to you. I am afraid. Yes, I am afraid."
"You should not be afraid. As you said, I am yours, with my
heart and my soul."
"My Padawan, don't you remember? Don't you remember the most
beautiful woman we've ever seen?"
"Jasmine?"
"Yes. We made love with her. It was a surprise for me. Your
love was for her, not for me".
"Last year, I didn't know how I loved you, my Master. Yes, she
was beautiful, I loved her with all my heart, and you too. We
loved her, and we love her".
"Yes but I was jealous. Don't laugh, please, Obi-Wan!"
"Sorry, Master. But what can I say of you? I'm jealous too. I'm
jealous when others watch you, when others stay with you
without my presence. I always see an ememy for our love".
"Enemy? There is no enemy. I love you and I'll love you
forever".
They watched each other. Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan in his arms. He
gave him a little kiss on his mouth. Obi-Wan smiled.
"I'm happy with you, Master. I remember when I was injured
during our last mission. I was seriously ill. You were there
with me. I was quiet, very quiet. I sensed you in my soul. I
sensed you in me".
The thought of those terrible days was painful for the Jedi
Master. His little young Padawan injured for a mistake that
shouldn't have happened.
Obi-Wan was in a coma for days. He became angry at the thought
that he would be alone forever. The Jedi closed his eyes. He
saw his Padawan. He was suffering. His eyes closed, his body
with no life, only little breath. He laid on the bed. He took
Obi-Wan's hands in his.
"Master?"
"Yes love?"
"You, my love, only for you I survived. I didn't want to leave
you alone...," and with a smile he said. "... with other men."
Obi-Wan turned. He was facing his Master. He was so handsome.
His hands were an obsession for Obi-Wan. They were strong and
big.
Sensations that Qui-Gon could give him, were so strong....
Obi-Wan sensed the touch of his Master on his chest. He closed
his eyes.
Qui-Gon was caressing him. He was exploring the young body with
passion and urgency. This touch on his skin. He didn't breathe
for a long time.
"Master." Obi-Wan's voice was a sigh.
Qui-Gon laid his Padawan down on the bed. He looked at him. He
liked watching him, his perfect body.
You are mine.
Yes, my Master.
Qui-Gon kissed his neck, taking his smooth skin between his
lips. Obi-Wan's hands grazed the skin under the Jedi tunic.
With the Force, Obi-Wan stripped Qui-Gon. He didn't want fabric
between them, but skin, naked skin. Obi-Wan was playing with
his Master's back, he loved it. His touch was gentle. He knew
every inch of it, every erogenous zone. He found one, his
favourite.
Qui-Gon moaned. He kissed his apprentice, deeper and deeper. He
knew
Obi-Wan wanted more. He moved his head near. His tongue was
demanding. He stopped the kiss and watched the surprise in his
Padawan's gaze.
Master?
Yes, Padawan?
I want you.....
Yes, my Padawan, anything you want is an order for me. Turn
yourself over.
Qui-Gon licked his back, he traced an imaginary line down.
Obi-Wan's ass was relaxed. He licked the asshole. He pushed two
fingers inside. Obi-Wan arched. He began moving with the rhythm
of Qui-Gon's fingers.
I want more, Master, please!
Tell me, what do you want?
Fuck me, please Master!
Qui-Gon didn't need more inducement. He pushed his cock in
Obi-Wan's asshole. He stopped: he wanted to sense his Padawan
all around him. He began moving, hard and fast. They came
together.
"Master, I love you."
Qui-Gon smiled. He caressed Obi-Wan's head with tenderness.
They didn't speak for a long time.
Qui-Gon was thinking about his jealousy. Yes, he was... but he
was sure of Obi-Wan's feeling for him. He should not be
jealous. He was thinking about Jasmine, his most beloved Jedi
Master. He wanted to see her another time. He wanted her in his
arms. As Obi-Wan; he was sure about that. They'd meet another
time.
The Jedi Master watched his young Padawan, who was smiling. He
was happy. He could read that in his eyes.
"Sleep now, my Padawan. Tomorrow I'll train you. Sleep, my
love."
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