Summary: Obi-Wan comes home from an undercover mission to find
Qui-Gon waiting for him.
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Editor's Note: So there we were in IRC, Keely stuck on a sex
scene, Mac stuck on a H/C scene and Keely goes and spouts off
an intriguing little bit. Soon enough Mac was drawn into
Keely's web and then Krychick too. Trinity made a decision
about Obi-Wan's clothing, Bunny asked a question and the rest
of us just hung on for the ride. And Caly edited it and made
the damn thing work and took out all the [Keely]'s, [Mac]'s and
[Krychick]'s.
Pausing just outside the door to his chambers, Obi-Wan
stretched, his tight clothes protesting the sudden movement.
Normally, he enjoyed undercover work and while this was no
exception, consorting with the speederbike gangs of Coruscant
required a bit of costuming. And the leather pants and jacket
were not exactly like normal Jedi regalia. He sighed,
stretching again and easing the knots in his shoulders from
spending the day hunched over a speederbike.
At least he'd managed to blend in, even if the leader of the
gang insisted, for some reason, on calling him 'Legs'. And
leering every time he said it. Obi-Wan hadn't asked why, he had
the feeling that he really didn't want to know.
A last stretch and he opened the door, wanting nothing more
than a hot shower and dinner...and found his master waiting for
him in the main room of their chambers. He raised an eyebrow at
the older man. "Wouldn't you be warmer with some clothing on?"
"Actually, Padawan," Qui-Gon said, as he ran one long fingered
hand down his side to his hip and across to his stomach..... "I
feel... very warm..."
Blinking, Obi-Wan nervously wet his lips, shifting
uncomfortably. Watching Qui-Gon slide his hands over his body
was raising his own temperature as well.
"It may be the climate control," Qui-Gon said in that slow,
deep drawl that always raised the hairs on Obi-Wan's neck. "I
had the strangest desire to return to basics.."
"Did you?" Obi-Wan whispered hoarsely, stepping closer almost
unwillingly. Qui-Gon was practically sprawled across the sofa
in their main room, still trailing his hands over his body,
looking at Obi-Wan from beneath lowered lashes as he
approached.
Obi-Wan dropped to his knees, took one of Qui-Gon's hands from
where it lay, raised it to his lips and drew one of those long,
warm fingers into his mouth. He looked across at his Master
through lowered lashes as he lathed the callused skin with his
tongue, tasting salt and heat and the strong, sweet flavor of
the Jedi Master's arousal.
He heard Qui-Gon draw in a sharp breath and hid a smile,
shifting to rub that one wet finger against his lips before he
bit it, hard. Qui-Gon muffled a curse and snatched his hand
back, glaring at his padawan.
Obi-Wan smiled sweetly in response, leaning forward to rest
his elbows on Qui-Gon's knees, grin widening when Qui-Gon
shifted away suspiciously.
"And what, may I ask, was that for?" Qui-Gon asked archly.
Obi-Wan smiled silkily and squirmed up Qui-Gon's body to sit
in his lap. "Just claiming what's mine," he purred.
"Yours?" Qui-Gon choked out, flushed, breathing hard and
completely unable to tear his eyes off the creature in his lap.
"Well, I came home," Obi-Wan explained, his tone overly
innocent, "and there you were, all spread out like a gift.
Isn't that what you are?" he asked, and leaned forward to bite
a nipple none too gently.
Hissing softly at the sharp pain, Qui-Gon caught Obi-Wan's
shoulders with his hands, fingers digging in. The bite eased
and Obi-Wan lapped at the abused flesh with the tip of his
tongue before licking his way across Qui-Gon's chest to his
other nipple. He blew on it first, watching it peak and harden
before he took it into his mouth, nibbling gently. Qui-Gon
moaned softly above him, relaxing back into the cushions as his
grip on Obi-Wan's shoulders eased.
Obi-Wan pulled back, but only far enough to pull open the
silvered tabs of his black leather jacket, one by one. As he
opened the jacket he slid forward, moving his thighs across
Qui-Gon's hips, the tight black leather stroking over the
sweat-slicked skin. Qui-Gon slid his hands up the warm
leather-covered legs, around the tightly held hips to Obi-Wan's
ass and pulled him forward so that he could press his mouth
between the open halves of the leather jacket. He tongued
Obi-Wan's navel, licked the skin of his bared chest and moved
down to press his face over the tight, black bulge at his
groin.
Qui-Gon mouthed the leather hungrily. He could smell Obi-Wan's
arousal, the musk fueling his desire. Strong fingers slid
through his hair and pulled him closer for a moment before
pushing him away. Qui-Gon looked up at his lover, a bit
confused. Obi-Wan slid a leather-clad thigh between the older
man's legs and kissed him, hard. It was a possessive kiss, a
claiming kiss.
"You didn't answer my question," Obi-Wan reminded him huskily.
"Are you a gift?" he ground his thigh against Qui-Gon's cock
and the older man threw his head back, hardly even aware he was
answering.
"Yes...Force, yes! Obi-Wan..." he trailed off, his tone
turning pleading as the perfect friction of leather slick with
precum against his cock disappeared. He opened eyes he wasn't
aware he'd closed and saw Obi-Wan standing, leather jacket
hanging open, flushed with arousal, leather pants straining and
smeared with his seed. Qui-Gon groaned deeply.
The younger man tugged him up from the couch and, wrapping a
hand around his neck, drew him down for another kiss. "Bedroom.
Now," he ordered. Qui-Gon didn't even stop to think. He just
went.
"Lie down on the bed," Obi-Wan commanded, and Qui-Gon obeyed,
again without thought. This was not the Obi-Wan that he knew so
well, the young man that he had trained, who obeyed his
master's words. This man was a stranger to Qui-Gon, an outsider
wearing Obi-Wan's face.
He liked it.
A hand drifted over Qui-Gon's face, closing his eyes for him
and he obeyed the silent command, skin tingling with arousal
and a strange sense of vulnerability. That hand skimmed over
Qui-Gon's chest, scraped lightly over his belly before
feathering over Qui-Gon's erection. The hard flesh jumped
slightly as if of its own will, straining for more of that
touch. But Obi-Wan moved away, no longer touching and Qui-Gon
shivered, stifling a groan of dismay as he waited for whatever
the younger man would do next. Soft, wet heat traced the head
of his cock and Qui-Gon flinched slightly, a soft cry escaping
him as Obi-Wan licked him again, pushing down his foreskin to
suck gently at the tip.
The efficient tongue swirled around the rounded tip and into
the slit and Qui-Gon hissed, grabbed the Obi-Wan's head as one
hand gathered his cock at the root and began to stroke in
rhythm with the sucking mouth and stroking tongue. Obi-Wan
moved one hand up to take one of Qui-Gon's hands and guide it
around to his ass.
Obi-Wan's breath whispered against his rigid cock. "Do you
like that? Do you want that? No, don't open you
eyes...feel...with you hands, just your hands."
Then he stopped speaking and Qui-Gon lay helpless in the grip
of sensation, his own and Obi-Wan's. The hot, taking mouth on
his almost painful arousal, his own hands gripping the tight
leather, pushing past it, beneath it.
So hot, so tight...thoughts blended, awareness melded,
overwhelmed.
Qui-Gon couldn't resist the warm, smooth swell of buttock, any
more than he could fight the tight sucking pressure on his
cock.. Skin lay like hot velvet to his touch and he stroked it
as he would some fine work of art, with aesthetic and tactile
pleasure. His fingers touched the space between the two ass
cheeks, hesitated, slid between them. He groaned, Obi-Wan's
mouth tightened around him and he knew how close he was to some
extraordinary exultation.
Obi-Wan could feel his lover teetering on the edge of his
climax and he eased up, grinning a little at Qui-Gon's cry of
frustration. "Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon moaned pleadingly. His hips
thrust helplessly, desperate for release. Obi-Wan paid him no
heed, teasingly bringing him impossibly close to orgasm, then
backing off.
Inspiration struck Qui-Gon and he brought his fingers to his
mouth, wetting them quickly but thoroughly. He quickly slid his
hand down Obi-Wan's side and stroked his ass, his fingers
teasing the younger man as mercilessly as he was being teased.
Obi-Wan moaned, the vibrations surrounding Qui-Gon's cock, and
he shuddered in pleasure, fingers plunging deeper into his
lover.
Obi-Wan sucked harder, forgetting his play for dominance,
thinking only of his pleasure and his lover's. Lightly, he
scraped his teeth along Qui-Gon's shaft and was rewarded with a
second finger. He moaned again and thrust back against the
invading digits, his whole body aching for release. Qui-Gon was
trembling. He was close, so close... Crooking his fingers, he
stroked his lover's prostate. Obi-Wan shuddered and sped his
rhythm, as desperate for release now as the older man.
Clumsily tugging open his pants, Obi-Wan managed to slide one
hand down the front, stroking his own erection. He'd barely had
to touch himself before he came, moaning around the hard shaft
in his mouth and sucking hard, wanting Qui-Gon with him. Sweet
pleasure arced through him and he dimly realized that it wasn't
his own, that Qui-Gon was pouring his own ecstasy into the
Force. A sudden spurt of warm fluid against his tongue and
Obi-Wan swallowed almost absently, all his focus on Qui-Gon.
One hand tightly clasping Obi-Wan's hip, other fingers
stroking deeply inside Obi-Wan's body, Qui-Gon shuddered
helplessly, a desperate moan escaping him as he wrapped himself
around Obi-Wan as well as he could, thrusting upward into the
warm velvet of his padawan's mouth and surrendered to the hot
pulses of pleasure that were rushing through him.
He collapsed backwards onto the bed, gasping for breath.
Obi-Wan gently nuzzled his softening erection, kissing it
tenderly before sliding upwards and taking Qui-Gon's mouth with
his own.
Barely responding, Qui-Gon tasted himself on Obi-Wan's lips
before the younger man sighed and moved to rest his head on
Qui-Gon's chest. Petting Obi-Wan's sweaty hair, he felt a warm
gust of air against his skin as the younger man spoke.
"Master?"
"Yes, Obi-Wan?"
"Why -were- you naked in the common room, anyway?"
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