by Kaly (razrbkr@juno.com) and Taleyna (taleyna@juno.com)
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Master-Apprentice
Warnings: M/M content
Summary: Not even a Jedi is always graceful . . .
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please. We're considering a sequel. Is it worth it?
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It was late in the artificial day cycle inside the Jedi temple.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was in the sleeping chamber of the rooms he
shared with his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn. The young Jedi was busy
preparing for what he hoped would be an evening to remember.
Since he and Qui-Gon had not had much time together over the
past few months, Obi-Wan had decided to take advantage of their
brief stay on Coruscant.
The outer room was dark, and Obi-Wan had made sure to
deactivate the light controls. The lights were also off in the
bedroom. Instead, the room was lit by a hundred carefully
placed candles. He was lighting the last candle when he felt
his Master's approach in the corridor outside. The lighter
momentarily forgotten, he jumped when the flame licked his
fingertips.
"Ouch," he muttered under his breath, extinguishing the flame
and popping his burned fingers into his mouth. A moment later,
he heard the outside door swish open. His hand dropped to his
side, forgotten as he waited for Qui-Gon to walk back into the
bedroom.
Meanwhile, Qui-Gon stood in the main room, attempting to turn
on the lights. Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, he gave
up working with the light panel and turned to walk across the
room.
He could make out a faint glow emanating from the bedroom, and
a half smile formed on his features. He could feel his student
through the Force, ripples of apprehension and expectation
surrounded him.
"Ow," Qui-Gon cried as his leg hit something hard. Straining to
see through the deeply shadowed darkness, Qui-Gon could just
make out the edge of a small table. Favoring his leg, he
wondered silently //Where did this come from, it was supposed
to be next to the chair.//
Pushing the chair out of the walkway, he continued walking
toward the bedroom. Turning the corner, he was taken aback by
the sight of the candles covering every surface. "Obi-Wan?" he
asked, surprised at not seeing his Padawan standing there.
Obi-Wan smiled from a shadowed corner at his Master's
confusion. When his Master entered the room, Obi-Wan stepped
out from the shadows behind him.
Qui-Gon sensed Obi-Wan's approach and smiled as he let his
student take the lead. He felt a shiver run down his back as
Obi-Wan stepped up behind him.
"I do so wish you would wear your hair down more, Master,"
Obi-Wan whispered, his breathing tickled Qui-Gon's ear.
His words were quickly followed by a practiced hand reaching up
to unlace the leather cord that held back Qui-Gon's hair.
Instead of sliding easily from his hair, the leather tangled in
the fine strands. Qui-Gon hid a grin at Obi-Wan's impatient
mutterings as he struggled to free his hair.
The grin disappeared from Qui-Gon's face when Obi-Wan yanked
the leather cord free. Obi-Wan quickly reached up to massage
the now sensitive area.
"I'm sorry, Master," he said as he stood on his toes to kiss
his Master's ear.
"Yes, well, we'll see to your discipline later," he said with a
suggestive grin.
Obi-Wan's eyes seemed to glow: "Yes, Master."
Reaching up, he slipped his hands under Qui-Gon's cloak. "I
don't think you'll be needing this anymore tonight.
The cloak fell in one fluid motion to the floor. As they
started toward the bed, Obi-Wan's feet got tangled in the
fallen cloak. As he fell to the floor, he reached out in
desperation to grab Qui-Gon's arm. The sound of ripping fabric
filled the room as Master joined Padawan on the floor.
"If you wanted to get me on the floor, Obi-Wan, all you had to
do was ask," Qui-Gon said, unable to hide his grin.
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan said, his own grin matched his Master's.
Instead of replying, Qui-Gon leaned forward to kiss Obi-Wan. As
their lips met, Qui-Gon moved his hands to brace himself on the
floor. Neither of them saw the precariously balanced candle
that tumbled from a table when Qui-Gon's hand brushed against
its leg.
Luckily, the motion extinguished the small flame. Sensing the
motion, Qui-Gon pulled back, but wasn't fast enough to keep the
falling wax from landing on Obi-Wan's cheek. The hot liquid
quickly rolled down to his ear.
Obi-Wan managed to keep from screaming as the hot wax rolled
down his face. He reached up and quickly wiped the hardening
wax from his cheek and ear.
"Obi-Wan, are you all right?" Qui-Gon asked, concerned.
The Jedi Master quickly leaned over to kiss his student's
wounded cheek and ear. As Qui-Gon continued his ministrations,
Obi-Wan managed to forget all about the pain. He closed his
eyes, content to enjoy the sensations his Master was creating
as he sucked the tender earlobe into his mouth.
After several moments, Qui-Gon whispered into Obi-Wan's ear,
"Shall we move this to the bed now, Padawan?"
Obi-Wan shivered as his Master's breath slid over his sensitive
ear. "Yes, Master," he breathed.
Qui-Gon pushed himself from the floor. As he stood, his hair
brushed over the other lighted candles on the table. Obi-Wan's
eyes widened in horror as one of the flames leaped to the ends
of Qui-Gon's hair.
Obi-Wan quickly jumped up from the floor and looked helplessly
about the room for something to quench the flames. Qui-Gon,
realizing what had happened was trying to get his hand close
enough to smother the fire.
Obi-Wan grabbed the first thing he saw that could extinguish
the fire in his Master's hair. He picked his Master's Jedi
cloak up from the floor and began beating it against the
burning hair. It seemed to work, until the cloak itself started
to burn.
"The vase," Qui-Gon reminded his Apprentice.
Obi-Wan dropped the cloak and ran from the room. His eyes did
not adjust immediately to the utter darkness of the room, so he
did not see the table that he had moved earlier in the day. He
caught his shin on the corner which almost sent him tumbling to
the floor. He stood quickly and ran, limping, to the shelf
where the vase of flowers rested.
When he reached the smoldering cloak, he threw the water and
flowers onto the cloak successfully extinguishing the flames.
Qui-Gon bent down and picked up the now soggy piece of cloth.
"I don't think Master Yoda's going to be very pleased with
this," he said as he looked through the new, large hole.
Obi-Wan shook his head, "Somehow I agree with you about that."
A sly grin then formed as he added, "But the flowers are a nice
touch, don't you think?"
Qui-Gon dropped the cloak in the corner and shook his head.
"Well, it was almost time for a haircut anyway," he said,
fingering the singed ends of his hair.
Obi-Wan reached over and ran a hand through Qui-Gon's hair.
Resting his hand on the back of Qui-Gon's head, he smiled.
"Maybe I should not have used real candles," he said just
before brushing his lips against Qui-Gon's.
"What's life without a little risk?" Qui-Gon asked before
lacing both hands in Obi-Wan's hair and bringing their lips
together in a crushing kiss.
Obi-Wan gently pushed Qui-Gon back onto the bed. It was not
long before Qui-Gon's ripped tunics were laying in a pile on
the floor. Obi-Wan was kneeling over Qui-Gon, straddling his
waist.
Qui-Gon looked up into his Padawan's lust glazed eyes and slid
his hands inside Obi-Wan's tunics. Slipping the restrictive
clothing from his shoulders, Qui-Gon pulled the tunics loose
from Obi-Wan's belt. Once the garment was discarded on the
floor, Qui-Gon ran his hands over Obi-Wan's chest.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of his Master's
hands tracing the solid lines of his abdomen. He let out a long
breath as Qui-Gon pulled him down on top of him.
A wicked gleam in his eyes, Obi-Wan leaned forward and captured
Qui-Gon's mouth with his own. Several dizzying moments later,
he broke the kiss and began to trace a path down the older
man's throat with both his tongue and teeth.
He had just reached the hollow at the base of Qui-Gon's throat
when Qui-Gon growled. Pinning Obi-Wan's arms at his sides, he
flipped them over, pressing Obi-Wan to the bed.
Qui-Gon's mouth fell again to his Padawan's ear. Slowly, he
worked his way down Obi-Wan's throat to his chest. Obi-Wan
moaned softly as Qui-Gon's tongue and teeth teased his nipples.
As Qui-Gon worked his way down the young Jedi's body, he began
to attempt untying the drawstrings of Obi-Wan's pants.
Qui-Gon continued to press kisses onto Obi-Wan's abdomen,
causing Obi-Wan to clutch the sheets at his sides. Qui-Gon's
hands, however, were still struggling to untangle the strings
that would prove the final barrier.
After several moments, Qui-Gon turned his full attention to the
bothersome knot. In a daze, Obi-Wan looked up at his Master,
confusion flickering in his dusky eyes. In response, Qui-Gon
placed a gentle kiss on his Padawan's navel.
"Just a momentary distraction," he said, looking up to meet
Obi-Wan's gaze.
As Qui-Gon struggled with the lacings, he heard Obi-Wan giggle
softly. An amused look in his eyes, Qui-Gon pressed, "Please
share, Obi-Wan, what is it you find so amusing?"
Biting his lip to stifle his laughter, Obi-Wan replied,
"Nothing, Master. It's just that I'm quite ticklish there."
Qui-Gon smiled, his hands stilling their movement. "And this is
something you've managed to keep hidden? We'll just have to do
something about that, won't we?" His grin not fading, Qui-Gon
proceeded to tickle Obi-Wan's ribs and stomach mercilessly.
Using both his hands and beard, he chuckled. "I do recall
you're needing to be disciplined, Padawan."
"Master?" Obi-Wan asked through clenched teeth. Qui-Gon
laughed, but didn't still his roaming hands.
During his struggles, Obi-Wan's pants worked loose enough to
slide down over his slim hips. Qui-Gon continue to tickle
Obi-Wan with his beard as his hands again worked to free his
apprentice of the restraining pants.
"Master, please," Obi-Wan begged through his continued
laughter.
Qui-Gon pretended not to hear him. He had managed to get
Obi-Wan's pants down to his knees when Obi-Wan tumbled to the
floor with a thud.
It had been a move of desperation to get away from Qui-Gon's
prickly beard and persistent hands. A move for which he was now
paying dearly.
"Are you all right, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked with a stifled
laugh.
Grimacing slightly, Obi-Wan replied, "I don't think I can stand
up." A moment later, he added, "And I don't think it's very
funny."
Qui-Gon tried again to stifle his laughter. There was something
rather comical about his Padawan lying on the floor with his
pants around his ankles.
"Here, give me your hand. I'll help you up."
Obi-Wan lifted a hand and Qui-Gon took it into his own. Obi-Wan
winced as he climbed back onto the bed. "Let's get the pants
the rest of the way off," Qui-Gon offered a moment later. "I'll
help you with your boots."
Obi-Wan nodded and fell back against the mattress. Qui-Gon
kneeled at the foot of the bed and began to work the boot free.
The first came off with not trouble, but the second was another
matter. Qui-Gon tugged and Obi-Wan pulled in an attempt to free
his foot.
Finally, Obi-Wan's foot pulled free, and Qui-Gon bit off a
curse as the heel caught him in the eye. Obi-Wan sat up
quickly, ignoring the pain that shot through his tail bone.
"Are you all right, Master?"
"I'll be fine, Padawan," he replied carefully covering his eye
with a hand. "Although I sincerely hope that I don't run into
Master Yoda in the next few days," he said with a faint smile.
A smile hinted at the edge of Obi-Wan's mouth: "At least you
can walk."
Qui-Gon's smile faded. "Maybe we should give up for the
evening."
"A Jedi never surrenders," Obi-Wan said with a glint in his
eyes.
Reaching forward, the young man grabbed the ties of Qui-Gon's
pants. Unlacing the more cooperative ties, Obi-Wan grinned as
he pushed the pants down. Threading his hands through Qui-Gon's
hair, he added, "And I would hate for this to be a first."
Qui-Gon laughed as Obi-Wan pulled him down to the bed. "By all
means, Padawan. We couldn't let it get around that we didn't
give it our all."
Obi-Wan silenced Qui-Gon by pulling his Master's mouth to his
own. When he pulled back, he looked up at Qui-Gon. "Now where
were we?"
"Right about here, I believe," the Jedi Master said, sliding
down Obi-Wan's body. He paused long enough to slip his tongue
into Obi-Wan's navel. When the young man gasped and reached out
to lace his hands through Obi-Wan's hands and pinned them at
Obi-Wan's sides.
"Master . . ." Obi-Wan gasped, his eyes closed and head tossed
back.
Qui-Gon smiled. "All in good time, Obi-Wan," he replied, moving
up to bury his face in the crook of Obi-Wan's neck.
"Master, please," Obi-Wan pleaded. "Don't tease me like this."
"Patience, young Padawan," Qui-Gon said, lifting his face to
gaze and Obi-Wan with a mischievous grin.
"Patience is of the dark side, Master," Obi-Wan tried.
Qui-Gon moved down Obi-Wan's waist, "Well, in that case."
He ran a hand softly across his apprentice's stomach below the
navel. Obi-Wan shivered as Qui-Gon's hand fell between his
legs, touching the sensitive skin behind his testicles.
Qui-Gon bent his head and pressed his tongue against Obi-Wan's
erection. He pulled it all the way to the top of his student's
head. Obi-Wan shivered with pleasure as Qui-Gon's mouth
encompassed the whole of the tip. Slowly, Qui-Gon took the
younger Jedi's shaft into his mouth.
Obi-Wan gasped and clutched the sheets beside him. Qui-Gon
rolled his tongue around the head and smiled at his student's
eager thrusts. Qui-Gon could feel what his student was feeling
and knew that he was near his peak.
//Master,// Obi-Wan said desperately in his mind.
//I'm ready whenever you are my Padawan.//
With a few more moans and thrusts, Obi-Wan let go of the little
control that he had left. The warm saltiness filled Qui-Gon's
throat. When he removed his mouth, he could see his student
trembling in the candlelight.
"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan managed around gasping breaths.
"You're quite welcome, Padawan," Qui-Gon said with a grin.
As the older Jedi pressed his body against Obi-Wan's side, the
young man could feel his teacher's burning desire. Obi-Wan
grinned as an idea formed in his head. "Now, Master," he
declared, "it is your turn to be sated."
Obi-Wan attacked his Master's chest with a fervor. The Jedi
Master gasped in shock as Obi-Wan's tongue worked around his
hardened nipples. Qui-Gon put his hands in Obi-Wan's spiky hair
and pushed the younger Jedi's head down his body.
His student was compliant, though not as Qui-Gon had originally
intended. Obi-Wan took a moment to touch the tip of his tongue
to his Master's head. The bead of pre-ejaculate that rested
there stretched with his tongue as he pulled away, making a
glistening connection between master and apprentice.
//Ready, Master?// Obi-Wan asked through the Force.
Qui-Gon growled low in his throat. //You always did talk too
much,// he replied with a strained laugh.
Returning his mouth to Qui-Gon's erection, he felt the elder
Jedi shudder beneath him. A tremor of laughter rippled through
Obi-Wan's throat, and Qui-Gon clenched his eyes closed as he
was overcome by the sensation.
The Jedi Master's fragile hold deteriorated quickly as Obi-Wan
swallowed his entire length, only to pull back and lap his
tongue against the very tip. Qui-Gon fought the impulse to
thrust eagerly into the moist mouth, instead he allowed Obi-Wan
to set the pace.
After teasing his Master with long, even strokes of his tongue
Obi-Wan used his hands to keep Qui-Gon pinned to the bed.
Obi-Wan waited until he could feel Qui-Gon's control almost
slipping before he again took the throbbing erection completely
into his mouth.
As an intense shudder tore through Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan projected
at him, //Let go, Master. I'll catch you.//
Qui-Gon cried out in release, his back arching up from the bed.
When he was still, Obi-Wan moved up the bed to lay his head on
Qui-Gon's shoulder. Qui-Gon wrapped his are around Obi-Wan's
shoulder; he ran a hand through Obi-Wan's hair.
"Sleep now, Obi-Wan," he said soothingly as he pressed a kiss
on the top of his Padawan's head.
Obi-Wan pressed closer to Qui-Gon's side. "Yes, Master," he
mumbled with his eyes closed.
Only moments had passed before Obi-Wan's eyes popped open:
"Master!" He gasped.
Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan, a little startled by the outburst.
"Yes, love?"
Obi-Wan laughed softly, "I just remembered a message that was
delivered to us just before you arrived."
"What is it?" Qui-Gon asked, his arm dropping to rub
absentmindedly across Obi-Wan's back.
Obi-Wan looked up and gently touched his Master's now black
eye. "The Council requested to see us in the morning."
Qui-Gon's mouth dropped open slightly. "Not a good thing to
forget to mention, Obi-Wan."
"I'm sorry, Master," Obi-Wan said as he lowered his gaze.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes briefly. "Well, a wise young man once
told me that a Jedi never surrenders . . ."
"Master Yoda will lecture you," Obi-Wan said with a smile.
"Why just me?"
Obi-Wan laughed. "At least I can hide most of my . . ." he
paused, searching for the right word, "injuries."
"Somehow I doubt that you'll be walking very well, my Padawan,"
he said, sparing a glance at Obi-Wan's newly bruised backside.
Obi-Wan nodded and glanced around the room. "We really should
put out all these candles."
Qui-Gon waved a hand and the candle flames faded and died. The
room dropped into complete darkness.
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