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Feedback: Please!! this is my first Obi/Qui story.
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Disclaimer: I don't own them the great George does!
Category: Humor, First Time ? I'll get this right someday.
Summary: Obi-Wan finally get's a chance to do what he's always
wanted.
Author's note: A huge thanks to my Beta readers! I got edgey
and went ahead and posted without having this re-beta'd so any
mistakes still within are purely intentional lol!
"Bant are you sure this is going to work?" Obi-Wan Kenobi
glanced worriedly at his friend.
" Yes! Calm down!" she scolded.
They were in the fresher at Bant's apartment. Obi-Wan was
staring at his friend with apprehension. Bant leaned on the
sink to rummage through a cabinet. They could hear the faint
sound of music coming from outside. The Jedi Temple was having
it's annual festival. Along with the usual booths and shows,
there was going to be a kissing booth. Obi-Wan couldn't believe
his Master was the one running the booth, but then again Master
Windu had been very persuasive saying that all the money made
at the booth would go to the poor. Mace had even conned Qui-Gon
Jinn into wearing a blindfold for the job!
Obi-Wan saw this as a perfect opportunity. He had long felt
more for his Master than just the usual Master/Padawan
relationship. When he had come to that conclusion Obi-Wan
didn't really know. All he knew was that his Master just had to
walk into the room for his heart to start skipping beats, and
all coherent thought to flee his mind. He shifted on the bench
and sighed. Even though Obi-Wan had just recently turned
eighteen, he was sure his Master would never see him as
anything more than his Padawan and a child. This booth was like
a dream come true A chance to kiss his Master in total
anionymity. He wasn't going to miss this! Bant pulled a couple
of bottles out of the cabinet then she walked into the other
room. When she returned Obi-Wan couldn't believe what she was
carrying.
"Bant, I am not wearing that!" he protested vehemently.
"You asked for my help. You don't want Qui-Gon to recognize you
do you?" she shook the long wig at him.
" I...am...not ...wearing a wig," he replied through gritted
teeth.
"Alright, but you better not let him touch your head. He'll
know right away who you are," she glanced pointedly at his
shortly cropped cut as she tossed the wig back into the other
room.
"Thank you," he slumped back against the wall in relief.
Bant handed him a long tunic. "Put that on, it will help
disguise your upper body."
"I didn't realize my body was so bad I had to hide it,"
Obi-Wan quipped with more humor than he felt. He pulled the
tunic over his head. It was so long it hung over his pants
almost to his knees.
Bant gave him a dirty look. "You're not a female Obi-Wan. We
have to cover up your ...er...male attributes," she giggled at
that.
"What are you going to do?" he was suddenly alarmed again. Bant
was a great friend, but some of her ideas were to eccentric
even for him.
"I'm making it so you won't be recognized," she said through
gritted teeth. Palming a small tube of lotion, she squeezed the
contents into her hand. She applied it generously to Obi- Wan's
arms and face.
Obi-Wan inhaled a light flowery scent. "That smells good."
"I'm glad you shaved Obi-Wan, otherwise your skin would feel
like a Bantha."
That earned her a dirty look.
Bant grabbed a small bottle off the sink. Obi-Wan suddenly
found himself surrounded by a cloud of perfume.
His eyes burned, and he coughed explosively.
"Bant! Not so much!" he choked.
Bant opened her hand. "Sorry. Chew these until we get there."
Obi-Wan took the mints and popped them into his mouth. Bant
observed him critically.
"What now?"
"I've got an idea," she reached into the clothes basket pulling
out a brassiere.
"Are you totally deranged?" Obi-Wan wondered if his friend had
gone mad.
"Do you want to kiss Qui-Gon or don't you?" she challenged
hands on hips.
Obi-Wan swallowed hard and slipped the tunic up to his neck.
"Why didn't you give me this first?" he wondered.
"I didn't think of it till now," she watched him struggle to
put on the clothing.
"Here, let me help you," Obi-Wan flushed as she helped me
fasten the bra. She then grabbed a handful of tissue paper and
shoved it into the white cups.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Obi-Wan muttered. He stood up
and stared at his fake chest in the mirror. "I can't wear this!
Everyone will notice!"
"Obi, I barely padded that bra. Keep your arms crossed over
your chest and no one will be the wiser," she laid a comforting
hand on his shoulder.
Obi-Wan took a last fleeting glance in the mirror then turned.
"Let's get out of here before you decide I need more parts, or
even worse to lose some!"
Bant laughed at that.
They made it to the door when a thought struck Obi-Wan.
"Wait!" he stopped her.
"What?"
Obi-Wan glanced down at his boots.
"Oh! Right!" she disappeared into her room. She returned with a
small pair of black shoes. Obi-Wan slipped quickly into them.
"The festival's going to be over before we even get there! Are
you ready? " Bant 's eyes were twinkling with amusement.
"Let's go."
They made their way through the festive crowd. Wonderful
cooking smells filled the air, children's laughter reached
their ears. They said hello to friends here and there, never
stopping. For this, Obi-Wan was grateful. He had no idea what
some of his friends would think about the slight bulge in his
chest though he tried to hide it, and he knew he could be
smelled a mile away. He brought up all his mental shields
tightly so Qui-Gon would not sense him. The queasy feeling in
his stomach increased as he realized they had arrived at
Qui-Gon's booth. He wasn't quite sure why they called it a
booth. It was really more of a tent. There were two women in
line, and Master Windu was collecting credits at the entrance.
Obi-Wan stood to one side as Bant went to talk to him. She
pulled him to the side and whispered in his ear. Obi-Wan knew
that Master Windu and his Master had once been lovers. Would he
allow them to do this, or would he try to stop them? He took a
deep breath. He didn't realize he 'd been holding it. He saw
Mace Windu frown and look his way. Bant was talking fast and
gesturing wildly. Then Mace smiled widely and doubled over with
laughter. Obi-Wan sighed and rolled his eyes. So much for
the famous Jedi Master control he thought shifting
nervously from one foot to the other. Bant cast an apologetic
glance his way as she tried to calm Mace's mirthful outburst.
He finally seemed to get a hold of himself, and beckoned to
Obi-Wan as the second girl who had been in line exited the
tent.
"Next," Master Windu cried loudly and winked at Obi-Wan who
willed himself to relax and stepped up to the entrance. Windu
held out a bowel and Obi-Wan dropped his money in it. As he
passed the Jedi Master he heard him sniff and grunt in
surprise. He groaned inwardly as Mace once again double over
with helpless laughter obviously smelling the perfume. Obi- Wan
straightened his spine and brushed some non-existant dirt off
his shoulder while he glared at the howling Mace.
"Go right on in m'lady," Mace Windu gasped when he recovered.
Obi-Wan leaned over to whisper in Bant's ear. "Are you sure
he's blindfolded?"
"Yes, now go!" she shoved him towards the tent.
Obi-Wan took another deep breath trying to calm his trembling
and stepped inside. He could still hear Mace chuckling behind
him.
Qui-Gon sat in a chair at the far end of the tent. A table
beside him held a pitcher of water and a small drinking flask.
Qui-Gon had a dark blindfold tied around his eyes. Obi-Wan felt
his throat constrict at the sight.
"Master Jinn?" Bant was hanging just at the entrance behind
Obi-Wan. She was to speak only once disguising her voice.
"Yes, come in little one," Qui-Gon replied.
Obi-Wan turned and made a shooing motion at Bant who stifled a
laugh and pulled her head out. Obi-Wan slowly stepped towards
the chair. Force! he was sure his Master would hear his heart
it was beating so wildly. He double-checked that all his
shields were tightly in place. Qui-Gon took a long drink of
water then sat the flask on the table. He leaned forward
holding out his hand.
"Are you ready?" he asked in a low voice.
Obi-Wan swallowed and grasped his Master's hand loosely. His
lips were red and swollen, sending a flare of desire straight
to Obi-Wan's groin. Qui-Gon tugged on his hand pulling him
closer. Obi-Wan put his legs on either side of Qui-Gon's
straddling him, and settled gracefully into his lap.
"You don't talk much do you?" Qui-Gon titled his head to the
side smiling gently. In reply Obi-Wan brought a hand up, and
caressed his cheek in long teasing strokes. Gods, how long had
he waited for this? He couldn't believe his dream, if only
partially, was finally going to come true. He had every
intention of devouring his Master. Qui-Gon started to embrace
him bringing his arms up, but Obi-Wan stopped him with a firm
hand on his Master's shoulder.
"You want to lead? Very well little one," Qui-Gon relaxed and
leaned back in the chair. Obi- Wan ran his hands down Qui-Gon's
shoulders. He pulled one of his Master's hands to his lips,
swirling his tongue over the calloused skin. Obi-Wan heard
Qui-Gon hiss as he lowered his mouth over one of the fingers
and did the same thing, but moved up and down the long digit.
When he had thoroughly devoured the first hand, he grasped the
other and gave it the same sensual treatment.
Obi-Wan wanted this moment to last forever. He took Qui-Gon's
face in his hands and brushed his lips against his forehead. He
then turned his gentle teasing to the rest of his Master's
face. Placing feathery kisses all over the soft skin, he ran
his hand in Qui-Gon's silky hair enjoying the feel of it on his
fingers. His mouth found it's way to Qui-Gon's ear. He heard
the Jedi Master gasp as he ran his tongue along the outside.
With slow movements he flicked his tongue in and out of
Qui-Gon's ear, mimicking what he wanted to do to other parts of
his Master's body. Obi-Wan allowed himself a small smile when
Qui-Gon moaned and began squirming in his seat. He placed a
light kiss on the tip of Qui-Gon's nose. Obi- Wan couldn't wait
any longer; he brought his mouth to Qui-Gon's, licking the line
of his lips, and when Qui-Gon moaned he took advantage of the
opening and thrust his tongue into the velvety depths of his
Master's mouth. He hooked his arms around Qui-Gon's neck and
wordlessly thanked Bant when he felt his chest crush up against
Qui-Gon's. He realized Qui- Gon was returning his kiss
passionately. He felt one of Qui-Gon's arms snake around the
small of his back, and the other hand grab his firm cheeks,
squeezing him tightly, crushing their bodies even closer
together. Obi-Wan couldn't stop his gasp, and almost ruined
everything, but bit back his moan at the last minute.
Mace Windu's voice broke through his fogged brain.
"M'lady , there are other patrons you know," he yelled from
outside.
Obi-Wan broke the kiss and glanced at his Master. Qui-Gon's
face was flushed , his lips full and red, and his chest was
heaving as he tried to recover. Obi-Wan's hands lingered one
last time at Qui-Gon's face then he slowly untangled himself
from his lap, turning to leave. Qui- Gon's voice stopped him.
"Little one," it was barely above a whisper. Obi-Wan turned to
look at his beautiful Master. "Thank you."
Obi-Wan wouldn't have been surprised if his brilliant smile
pierced even the dark blindfold his Master wore.
Bant was on him the minute he exited the tent.
"Well?" she stared at him. Obi-Wan just hooked and arm around
her shoulders and dragged her off with him, ignoring Mace
Windu's chuckle as he watched the pair leave.
Back at their apartment, Obi-Wan stripped off the perfume
drenched outfit, tossed it into the laundry basket, and took a
long hot shower to wash away the overwhelming odor. He changed
into his sleep pants and nightshirt then set about preparing
the evening meal , humming happily as he went. His Master
returned shortly after Obi-Wan had set the last plate on the
table.
"Welcome back Master," he smiled.
" Thank you, Padawan," Qui-Gon smiled as he saw the small feast
Obi-Wan had prepared. He pulled off his robe and hung it up.
"Feel like cooking Padawan?" he teased taking his seat at the
table.
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan grinned, passing a bowl of salad. "Did
you have fun today ?"
"Yes, Obi-Wan. I did," Qui-Gon replied.
Did you enjoy my tongue in your ear ? Did you like the feel
of my lips against your hot mouth? Oh Master, when will you
stop seeing me as a child? Obi-Wan started as he realized
he wasn't completely shielding his thoughts. He hoped Qui-Gon
hadn't caught that.
"Although, I can't believe I let Mace talk me into doing that
booth, but it was for a good cause," Qui-Gon continued.
Good Obi-Wan thought. He didn't hear it
" Did you enjoy the festival, Padwan?" Qui-Gon bit down on a
piece of bread.
"Yes, Master." Enjoyed your hand on my ass. Your tongue in
my mouth Qui-Gon's next observation brought him back to the
present.
"I didn't sense you there but for a short time Padawan. Was
there anything wrong?"
Other than smelling like a Corellian whore ? "No,
Master. Bant and I wandered around then went back to her place
and hung out for a while."
"Oh, you didn't come back here?" Qui-Gon questioned.
Obi-Wan was puzzled. "No, Master. Why do you ask?"
"No reason," Qui-Gon looked distance for a minute then he
smiled sending a wave of affection over their bond. Obi-Wan
smiled and sent the feelings back to his Master. They spent the
rest of dinner making small talk. Obi-Wan got up and quickly
cleared the table and tackled the mess in the kitchen. Obi-Wan
didn't notice his Master venture into the fresher, nor did he
notice how long Qui-Gon stayed in there. When he returned to
the living room, his Master had settled onto the couch with a
book. Obi-Wan grabbed a pair of Qui-Gon's pants that needed
mending and sat down beside his master. They sat in
companionable silence for a while. Finally his Master laid the
book aside and stood.
" I think I shall retire for the evening," he stretched. "Good
night, Padawan."
"Rest well, Master," Obi-Wan couldn't keep his eyes of his
Master's graceful form as he walked away.
Qui-Gon made it to the entrance to his room and stopped.
"Oh, and Padawan?"
"Yes, Master?"
"If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask."
Obi-Wan nearly fell off the couch.
"Wha...Master?" the pants Obi-Wan was holding slid to the
floor.
Qui-Gon regarded him intently. "You didn't have to pay for it."
"M-M Master...How did you... Master, I'm sorry I didn't mean to
deceive you," Obi-Wan stopped as what Qui-Gon had said hit him.
With a mixture of wonderment and shyness, he looked up. "May I
have a kiss?" It was barely more than a hushed whisper.
"No, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon 's face was stern and he took a step
forward.
"Oh," Obi-Wan looked down at his hands. He felt his face flush
at the rejection. Then suddenly, Qui-Gon was there kneeling on
the floor between his legs. A hand cupped his chin while the
other fingered his braid. He looked into his Master's twinkling
eyes.
"You can have as many kisses as you like, my beautiful
Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon brushed his lips against Obi-Wan's.
"Oh! Master!" he felt Qui-Gon chuckle as he wrapped his arms
around Qui-Gon's neck, and pulled him into a long bruising
kiss. When they parted, Obi-Wan sighed content, and rested his
head on Qui-Gon's shoulder.
"Master, when will it be more than just a kiss?"
Qui-Gon laughed gently. "Give it time, Obi-Wan. When you're
older..."
"I'm no longer a child!" Obi-Wan cut in protesting.
"No, you're not," Qui-Gon said quietly. "But, We should wait
until you're sure of what you want."
" I know what I want and I want you Master!"
Qui-Gon took his apprentice's hands in his. "If that truly is
the case, Padawan, then it will not hurt to wait until you're a
little older. It will only strengthen your feelings, and make
our joining that much sweeter. I promise I will wait for you
Obi-Wan."
"If that is what you wish then I will wait," Obi-Wan conceeded.
He glanced at Qui-Gon as a thought occurred to him. "Master,
how did you know it was me? "
"How did I know it was you? Honestly, Obi-Wan, we must put you
through the blindfolded part of your training again."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan grinned.
"Besides, I found your perfume soaked tunic in the bathroom
laundry."
Qui-Gon laughed as a pillow connected with his forehead.
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