by Kaly (razrbkr@juno.com)
and Taleyna (taleyna@juno.com)
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Master-Apprentice
Warnings: Sequel to "A Jedi Never Surrenders;" M/M content
Summary: The morning after the events in "A Jedi Never
Surrenders." Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan face the Council, the medical
droids and a night in transport.
Feedback: First, a big thank you to everyone who wrote us about
our first foray into the slash genre. This was written mostly
as a result of the requests we continue the story. Please feel
free to let us know if you enjoy this one as well. We are by
far but the learners in this :-) We need the encouragement.
Disclaimer: Master Yoda said we should be mindful of the future
and also copy right laws. Alas these boys aren't ours, but
we'll take them gladly in the form of donations. The characters
belong to George Lucas and Twentieth Century Fox. The idea
sadly belongs to us. Weesa maka no monies.
When Qui-Gon awoke, he was unsure how much time had passed
since he and Obi-Wan had fallen asleep. For a few moments, he
lay there watching Obi-Wan as he was lost in dreams. He could
sense the pleasant thoughts that Obi-Wan was feeling, and
smiled softly.
A wicked grin on his face, an idea formed in Qui-Gon's mind.
Careful to not project his thoughts to Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon shifted
on the bed next to his Padawan. Qui-Gon bit his lip, still
smiling, as he tugged the twisted sheet from Obi-Wan's slender
body. In response, Obi-Wan stirred slightly, but remained
asleep.
Qui-Gon got up on his hands and knees and leaned over Obi-Wan.
His long hair brushed over Obi-Wan's chest bringing a smile to
the sleeping Padawan's lips. Qui-Gon smiled in return as he
leaned down and brushed his lip across Obi-Wan's bare chest,
but it was not yet enough to bring his student from sleep.
Qui-Gon continued to lay soft kisses down the length of
Obi-Wan's stomach. As he did so, Qui-Gon looked up the length
of Obi-Wan's body, watching the subtle changes on Obi-Wan's
sleeping features.
Pausing to dip his tongue into Obi-Wan's navel, Qui-Gon
recalled his Padawan's eager response the night before. Sensing
that his pupil was about to wake up, Qui-Gon reached out with
the Force and calmed him so that he would remain at peace.
Obi-Wan sighed heavily and moved slightly as he fell deeper
into slumber.
Qui-Gon's calloused hands moved slowly down Obi-Wan's sides
causing him to shiver and smile. Qui-Gon laughed softly and
moved down to kiss Obi-Wan's muscled thighs. Slowly, he worked
his way down to the Apprentice's toes. Taking the big toe into
his mouth, Qui-Gon rolled his tongue around it's base. He bit
the toe softly with his teeth as he pulled back, and then took
the toe again into his mouth.
"Master?" Obi-Wan questioned after breaking through the barrier
of sleep.
"Good morning, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon replied pulling away from the
toe.
"You don't have to stop," the young man protested.
Instead of answering him, Qui-Gon moved up the bed to take
Obi-Wan's lower lip into his mouth. Obi-Wan took this
opportunity to take his Master's upper lip between his teeth.
Obi-Wan twisted his fingers through Qui-Gon's long hair. For a
moment, he could not keep the image of Qui-Gon's hair burning
out of his mind.
When Obi-Wan laughed into the kiss, Qui-Gon pulled back and
commented, "Do tell me what's so funny this time." He didn't
quite manage to keep the humor from his voice as he added, "Or
is your mouth ticklish?"
Fingering the singed hair, Obi-Wan replied, "I just remembered
that you are due a hair cut sooner rather than later."
Qui-Gon closed his eyes for a moment. "I had managed to forget
about that," he said, pulling Obi-Wan's hands from his hair and
securing them above his head on the bed. "Now, if you will
cooperate, we might get somewhere."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan said with a wry grin, closing his eyes.
Qui-Gon again lowered his mouth to Obi-Wan's, his tongue
reaching outward to duel with Obi-Wan's. Breaking from the
forceful kiss, Qui-Gon traced a path down the chiseled line of
Obi-Wan's chin and planted a line of kisses down the young
man's throat.
Obi-Wan sighed as Qui-Gon busied himself with nipping the skin
where throat met shoulder. After several moments, Qui-Gon
turned his attention to the hollow at the base of Obi-Wan's
throat only to quickly move down Obi-Wan's chest.
Releasing his hold on Obi-Wan's arms, Qui-Gon covered each inch
of his student's chest with soft kisses. Saving the sensitized
nipples for last, he heard Obi-Wan gasp when he sucked the
neglected flesh into his mouth. After worrying the left nipple
with his teeth and tongue, he moved to the other. Above his
head, Obi-Wan's hands clutched the sheets convulsively.
"Why are you always such a tease, Master?" Obi-Wan asked,
desperation entering his voice.
Qui-Gon said nothing, but continued to kiss the ripples of
Obi-Wan's abdomen. He again dipped his tongue into Obi-Wan's
navel, taking pleasure in his student's moans and shivers.
"Master, please," Obi-Wan demanded, raising his head from the
pillow to look at his Master.
"If you don't stop making demands, then I will have to start
all over again with your ears," Qui-Gon informed him.
Obi-Wan threw his head back against the pillow. Not long after
this, Qui-Gon nipped the underside of his shaft and proceeded
to lick the area with his warm, moist tongue.
Obi-Wan's back arched at the sensation. Qui-Gon's left hand
quickly pinned him to the bed and slowly drifted up Obi-Wan's
chest to tease his nipples. Obi-Wan quickly grabbed Qui-Gon's
hand into his own and dragged it up to his mouth.
Before Qui-Gon could pull his hand away, the young man had
inserted the long, middle finger into his mouth. Qui-Gon
quickly discovered that he did not want to rip his hand away
from the depths of the Padawan's throat. A tremor went through
Qui-Gon's body.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . .
The alarm clock caused both of them to jump, even though
Qui-Gon had been expecting it.
"I suppose," he said, as he pulled away from Obi-Wan's
neglected erection, "that this will have to wait until later."
As Qui-Gon walked to the small wardrobe in the corner with a
smile spread across his face, Obi-Wan looked after him with
shock and disbelief etched into his features.
"Master," he said, scrambling to get out of bed, "you must be
joking."
In his rush to get to Qui-Gon, the sheets tangled around his
slim body, causing him to trip and fall to the floor. Qui-Gon
turned to face him with an amused expression on his face.
"Well, my young Padawan, if you truly like being on the floor
so much, then I suppose that next time we will have to try it
there."
A confused look spread across Obi-Wan's face; it was quickly
replaced by a grin as he recalled a similar fall the previous
night.
"I'm sure you'll have fun explaining the ripped tunic sleeve to
the Council," he said with a laugh. "It's the only clean one
you had left."
Qui-Gon's hands fell from the door handle. "Not a problem," he
said. "I'll just wear one of the others on top."
Obi-Wan chuckled, then looked about the room. Half burnt
candles were everywhere; their wax coating tables and shelves.
Qui-Gon walked to retrieve his clothing that lay in piles
around the room. He stopped by the table and attempted to pick
up the candle that had hit Obi-Wan in the face. It barely
moved.
"The droids aren't going to be too happy about this," his
Master said.
The Jedi retrieved his clothing and started getting dressed
when he realized that Obi-Wan had not moved.
"Don't you think that you should be getting dressed, Obi-Wan?"
"I can't go like this. I can barely walk with the bruise I got
last night. And don't get me started on what you did to me this
morning. If I go into the Council chamber like this, Master
Yoda will start to lecture me about carnality and lust,"
Obi-Wan explained.
"A Jedi must not be fearful, Obi-Wan. Besides, you cannot send
me in alone like this," he said as he pointed to the black
circle around his eye.
Obi-Wan slowly pulled himself up from the floor and began
gathering his own clothing.
When they were both dressed -- and as presentable as could be
expected -- they started to walk out of the room.
"What about your cloak, Master?" Obi-Wan asked.
"I suppose that today I will have to go without it. It would
not be the first time that I have broken the Code."
"You can wear mine," Obi-Wan offered.
"I appreciate your thoughtfulness, Padawan, but your cloak
would be about six inches too short on me," he said, ruffling
his Apprentice's spiky hair.
Obi-Wan chose not to reply, but made a mental note to get back
at Qui-Gon later. Instead, he put on his brown cloak, and
fastened it in front. He was thankful that it was so big,
perhaps he could hide in its folds. Obi-Wan knew the walk to
the Council chamber would be a long and difficult one.
Standing by the door, Qui-Gon turned to look back at Obi-Wan.
"Are you quite ready?" he asked with a faint grin.
Taking a step, Obi-Wan sought to focus the Force on his pain,
accepting it as a path to healing. "Quite," he replied,
crossing the room.
"Then, let's go see what the Council has in store for us
today," Qui-Gon said, walking out into the corridor.
Obi-Wan followed his Master out of their chambers. He was
careful to walk as normally as possible.
Difficulties, my Padawan? Qui-Gon asked with a hint of
humor in his tone.
Obi-Wan straightened his posture as best he could. Why ever
would I have difficulties? he replied a moment later.
Able to read his student's scarcely veiled arousal, Qui-Gon
smiled. No reason. However, Master Yoda might not agree.
Inwardly, Obi-Wan groaned. It was going to be a long day
indeed.
Within moments, they were before the Council.
"Master Qui-Gon," Mace Windu said with a brief nod. The
slightest reaction showed on the Master's face as he took in
Qui-Gon's blackened eye.
Both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan bowed out of respect to the Council
members. "We trust you are well," Master Windu added.
Qui-Gon nodded, well aware of how brightly the bruise showed on
his face. "We were informed that you wished to see us," he
said, glancing back toward Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, meanwhile, was
doing his best to maintain his shields so that his predicament
was not broadcast to each of the Council members.
Yoda nodded, and replied. "Yes, see you we must. Mission have
we for you."
"The Supreme Chancellor has requested we send someone to help
negotiate a dispute on Sugrai Eight," Master Windu explained,
sparing a long glance at Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably under the Jedi Master's piercing
gaze. "Much distress I sense in you, young Kenobi," Yoda said
knowingly.
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to reply, but Qui-Gon instead
interrupted him. "Obi-Wan had a . . . rather eventful morning."
"So he must have," Mace Windu replied, causing Obi-Wan's ears
to color slightly. Turning his gaze to Qui-Gon, he continued,
"You as well seem to bear some rather curious markings."
"Nothing that will not heal in time," Qui-Gon replied, an easy
smile in place on his face. "What more can you tell us about
this mission?" he asked, hoping to distract attention from both
his and Obi-Wan's injuries.
Sensing Qui-Gon's diversion, Yoda nodded. "Unrest developing.
Much chaos on Sugrai. Their ambassadors Jedi help requested."
Qui-Gon nodded. "We will leave at once."
Both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon bowed, turning to leave when Yoda
spoke. "One last thing, discuss we must." Both Jedi turned,
awaiting Yoda's final instructions. "Before leave you, physical
examination necessary, will it be."
Shock registered on Qui-Gon's face, while Obi-Wan's ear's
shifted a darker red. "Will that be necessary?" Qui-Gon asked
as Obi-Wan groaned inwardly at his Master's questioning the
Council.
"Yes it is," Mace Windu said. "The Sugrai system is known for
its questionable environment. You must be cleared by a medic
droid before leaving. A transport for Sugrai leaves this
evening, you will be expected in the medical ward prior to
that."
Qui-Gon could feel his Padawan's tension, but replied, "We will
do as we're asked, then."
Obi-Wan hid his surprise that his Master gave in so easily, but
was relieved to be excused from the Council.
As quickly as was prudent, and his injured tail bone would
allow, Obi-Wan left the Council chambers, followed by Qui-Gon.
Once they were in the corridor, and the door closed behind
them, Obi-Wan commented, "The medical droids will question the
injuries, Master."
"Yes, they very well could," Qui-Gon replied.
Obi-Wan shook his head. "And how will you explain your eye?"
Qui-Gon paused in the corridor, and turned to Obi-Wan, "A
training exercise gone awry, my Padawan."
"Training exercise, Master?" Obi-Wan asked, humor in his eyes.
Qui-Gon nodded, and began walking. "I would say that you
learned something, didn't you Obi-Wan? Nothing is unworthy of
doing, as long as something was learned."
Obi-Wan shook his head, stifling a laugh. "Last night's lesson
was to avoid candles," he commented, touching his hand to his
cheek.
"And boots," Qui-Gon added, sparing a glance at Obi-Wan.
They were nearing their quarters when Obi-Wan observed,
"Although I can think of a few uses for the candles."
Obi-Wan walked into the chambers, leaving Qui-Gon standing out
in the hallway staring after Obi-Wan. "You will share that with
me, Obi-Wan," he said, following the laughing Padawan into the
rooms.
Glancing at Qui-Gon over his shoulder, Obi-Wan replied, "You'll
find out soon enough, Master. I promise."
The door slid shut behind Qui-Gon as he commented, "Secrets
aren't a virtue, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan waited for the medic droid uncomfortably on the
examination table. He was anxious to get the physical over
with. Through a sheet of transparisteel, he could see Qui-Gon
sitting on a table identical to his own.
Anxious, Master? Obi-Wan asked, unable to mask his
humor.
Qui-Gon glanced at his Padawan, responding Less so than you
are, Obi-Wan.
"Jedi Kenobi," a medical droid interrupted, hovering into the
room. "I am T6-23. If you would just lie back on the table,"
the droid explained in its mechanical voice.
Sparing one last glace at his Master, Obi-Wan laid back
uncomfortably on the table. The droid ran a scanner down the
length of him, and paused saying, "Would you please turn over."
Stifling a groan, Obi-Wan did as was requested, while the droid
examined his bruised tail bone.
Qui-Gon, meanwhile, was still waiting for a medical droid to
arrive, and was in turn trying to watch Obi-Wan's exam.
Although he could no longer see his Padawan, he could still
sense him through the Force. Tense, Obi-Wan?
Obi-Wan winced when the droid probed the tender area.
Sarcasm is not a virtue, Master, he replied.
Touche, Padawan, Qui-Gon responded a moment before a
medical droid similar to the one examining Obi-Wan entered the
small room.
"Good afternoon, Master Qui-Gon," the droid said, pushing the
door closed behind it. "I am T7-14. If you would just lie back
on the table."
Even before activating the scanner, the droid said, "You seem
to have been injured recently." Turning to pick up a smaller
scanner, the droid leaned over Qui-Gon. "What was the nature of
the injury?"
As Qui-Gon replied, his tone was as even as he could manage.
Obi-Wan sensed his Master's barely concealed embarrassment and
grinned. Is anything wrong, Master?
"Please explain the nature of the training accident," the droid
pressed, dividing Qui-Gon's attention between it and Obi-Wan.
"I was kicked," he explained cryptically to the droid.
Silently, he added, I assure you, Obi-Wan, nothing is wrong
that can't be fixed.
I do so look forward to that training exercise, Obi-Wan
replied, smiling at Qui-Gon's surprised reaction.
"I have applied a neuropatch to your injured muscles," T6-23
interrupted their mental conversation. "Please turn over and I
will commence with the rest of the exam."
Glad to be free of the throbbing pain from his lower back,
Obi-Wan turned over on the table. The droid again returned its
attention to the scanner. "Have you suffered a burn recently?"
the droid inquired, focusing the scanner on Obi-Wan's face.
Taking a deep breath, he replied, "It was nothing serious."
"You should be more careful around wax, Jedi Kenobi."
Obi-Wan's eyes shot open, and he stared at the droid. "How did
you know?"
Qui-Gon was forced to stifle a laugh when the droid examining
Obi-Wan replied, "It would appear that you have candle wax
stuck on the inside of your ear."
Obi-Wan started to raise a hand to his ear, but his arm was
pushed down by T6-23. "I will take care of this," the droid
said, picking up a slender pair of forceps.
In the next room, T7-14 asked, "I am curious what is causing
laughter, Master Qui-Gon." The Jedi, who was fighting an
unusual fit of laughter at Obi-Wan's predicament.
"Nothing, T7-14," Qui-Gon said, forcing a straight face.
"Please, continue with the examination."
You do seem to keep the droids on the alert, Obi-Wan
Qui-Gon projected at his pupil.
Obi-Wan, wincing as the droid finished removing the hardened
wax, responded, A reflection of your tutelage, I'm sure.
They were again interrupted when the droid examining Obi-Wan
said, "You seem to have an elevated testosterone level."
As Obi-Wan closed his eyes, his cheeks flushing red, Qui-Gon
lost what little control he had on his laughter, confusing his
medical droid even more.
By the time the examination was over, Obi-Wan was more than
happy to leave the medical facilities behind him. He was
adjusting his cloak when Qui-Gon appeared in the doorway that
led from the exam rooms.
"Are we ready to leave, Master?" Obi-Wan asked, his tone
serious.
Qui-Gon began walking down the corridor, Obi-Wan falling into
step beside him. "The transport leaves soon, but I must first
check with Master Yoda for final instructions."
Obi-Wan nodded, "Should I accompany you to meet with Master
Yoda?"
"No," Qui-Gon replied, shaking his head. "Go ahead to the
transport. It is the Isarn, it is one of the Republic ships."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan said with a nod. His leave taken, he
turned and disappeared down a corridor that led past their
quarters to the loading area.
Qui-Gon smiled faintly as he watched Obi-Wan hurry off.
Turning, he walked down the corridors to Yoda's private meeting
chambers. Once there, he pressed the buzzer beside the door and
waited.
"Enter," the elder Jedi said.
Qui-Gon walked through the now open door, and moved to stand
before Yoda. He bowed before saying, "You asked to speak with
me?"
Yoda nodded. "Yes, Qui-Gon. Speak with you, I must."
"Is it about our mission?" Qui-Gon asked.
"Your mission a challenge will it be," Yoda replied. "But
persevere you will." Yoda paused, looking up at Qui-Gon, and
reaching out with the Force. "Kicked while training were you?"
he asked, breaking the silence.
Qui-Gon opened his mouth, replying, "An accident I assure you."
"No doubt have I in that," Yoda said, settling onto a chair.
Again reaching out with the Force, Yoda closed his eyes for a
moment. "A haircut do you need. And a new cloak, suspect I."
"Master?" Qui-Gon asked, his tone betraying his shock.
Yoda smiled mysteriously. "More careful should you be,
Qui-Gon."
Qui-Gon bit off a laugh. "There is wisdom in that."
"Meditate you both should," Yoda said. "Lessons your Padawan
needs to learn. Control is but one."
Qui-Gon nodded. "Obi-Wan is a fast learner."
"So seems this true. Still, wary you should be Qui-Gon. Some
paths traveled slowly must they be." Yoda paused in his
lecture, his faint smile returning. "Or kicked in the eye again
will you be."
Qui-Gon smiled slightly. "Yes, Master Yoda."
"Go now, waiting Obi-Wan is," Yoda said, dismissing him. "One
thing more," he said just as Qui-Gon was approaching the door.
When Qui-Gon turned, Yoda added, "Wary of candles should you
be."
The room that was to be shared while on the transport left much
to be desired. There were a few large pillows on the floor, but
little else.
"I wonder what we did to deserve this?" Qui-Gon stated as he
set their solitary bag down in a corner.
"Well, Master. You were saying you wanted to try it on the
floor," Obi-Wan replied with a large smile.
Qui-Gon smiled. "Ah, it was you who seemed so determined to be
on the floor, my Padawan." He finished looking around the room
before saying, "Besides you must have patience, young Padawan.
There will be time enough for that later. Master Yoda suggested
meditation for us both." Qui-Gon slipped off his boots and
Obi-Wan followed his example. "To calm us I believe was his
intent."
Obi-Wan's face reddened a little as Qui-Gon sat on one of the
large pillows. Obi-Wan moved to their pack. He opened it and
pulled out a metal tin. "I don't know about you, Master, but my
meditation exercises always seem to work better in candle
light," he said, placing the tin down next to Qui-Gon.
"I'm not entirely convinced after last night, Padawan," Qui-Gon
replied with a soft chuckle.
Obi-Wan said nothing in his defense. Instead, he lit the candle
and relaxed facing Qui-Gon. The young Jedi worked to block
everything from his mind including his companion.
By the time he had done this, Qui-Gon was already in a deep
trance. Obi-Wan opened his eyes and leaned forward, allowing
his lips to mingle with Qui-Gon's.
The elder Jedi's eyes popped open in surprise, but before he
could pull away, Obi-Wan's hands held Qui-Gon's face as he
moved to a more tantalizing kiss.
I don't think that this is what Master Yoda had in mind . .
. Qui-Gon started.
Master Yoda was suggesting that we should calm our lust. I
am just trying a different approach.
Qui-Gon was now returning his Apprentice's kisses with passion.
Both of them were meanwhile fumbling with tunic ties.
Obi-Wan's was the first to go, revealing his smooth chest.
Qui-Gon ran his hands down it's length. Taking pleasure in his
student's shivers as his calloused fingers ran over the
nipples.
Obi-Wan's tunic was soon joined by Qui-Gon's on the floor.
Obi-Wan's hands drifted along Qui-Gon's chest to his back and
then down his spine. A small moan escaped Qui-Gon's throat as
Obi-Wan's practiced fingers tickled him directly under his
waist band.
For a moment, they just clutched each other. Mouth flowing from
Obi-Wan's mouth to ear to neck, Qui-Gon leaned against Obi-Wan,
pushing him to the floor. Once there, they pushed their hips
together, friction causing great arousal in both.
Fortunately, the strings of Obi-Wan's pants were now more
cooperative. Qui-Gon finished unlacing the ties and pushed the
pants down over Obi-Wan's hips.
Obi-Wan slid his hands inside Qui-Gon's pants. Sliding his
hands over his Master's hips, his hands traced a path to clutch
his firm buttocks. Qui-Gon groaned into Obi-Wan's mouth,
deepening the kiss. Obi-Wan sucked Qui-Gon's lower lip into his
mouth, mimicking the motions of his hands below.
In response, Qui-Gon reached between their bodies to grasp
Obi-Wan's straining erection. He smiled as Obi-Wan arched into
their embrace.
Tearing his mouth away from Obi-Wan's, Qui-Gon ran his tongue
along the edge of Obi-Wan's chin. Reaching his ear, he snaked
his tongue inside. Rewarded by Obi-Wan's quick intake of
breath, Qui-Gon sucked the lobe into his mouth.
Nibbling on the yielding flesh, Qui-Gon whispered, his breath
hot on Obi-Wan's ear. "Is this what you had in mind, Padawan?"
Qui-Gon's hand stopped its attention to Obi-Wan's shaft as it
traced a path across the student's abdomen. Qui-Gon smiled when
he brushed up against a ticklish spot.
Obi-Wan moved his hands to lace them in Qui-Gon's hair. Forcing
Qui-Gon's lips back to his own, Obi-Wan groaned into the kiss.
"Something like this," he managed between kissed, before his
tongue delved into Qui-Gon's eager mouth.
Qui-Gon ran his hands up Obi-Wan's sides and along his arms.
Pulling the Padawan's hands from his hair, he placed them out
at his sides. "You have yet to master control, Obi-Wan,"
Qui-Gon said after breaking the kiss.
Obi-Wan looked at Qui-Gon, disbelief in his eyes. "What do you
call this morning, Master?"
Qui-Gon moved down Obi-Wan's body, placing kisses along his
collarbone. "A lesson in patience," he said just before sucking
a nipple into his mouth and worrying it with his teeth.
Obi-Wan gasped as Qui-Gon pulled back and blew a soft breath
across the moist skin. The sensation was a pleasure akin to
pain as the skin contracted even more tightly.
Tracing a moist trail across Obi-Wan's chest to the other
nipple, Qui-Gon could feel Obi-Wan's racing heart beating just
below the surface. Qui-Gon couldn't help but smile at the young
man's reaction to his touch.
Slowly, Qui-Gon worked his way down to Obi-Wan's hips. The
young man took in a sharp breath when Qui-Gon nibbled all the
flesh around his burning cock.
There was a great sigh of relief when Qui-Gon's cool tongue ran
its length. As the Jedi Master took Obi-Wan into his mouth the
Padawan began thrusting forward. After sometime, Obi-Wan felt
the relief that he had been craving all day.
Laying on his back on the floor, Obi-Wan did not forget his
Master's need to be sated. Instead, he waited until he felt he
could move without falling over in exhaustion.
When he was finally able to turn over, he found Qui-Gon
watching him. Although a look of content was spread across his
Master's features, Obi-Wan was not going to pass such a perfect
opportunity up.
Rising, not bothering to cover his nude form, he moved to the
same pack from which he had pulled the candles.
"Here," he said as he approached Qui-Gon, "put this on."
"A blindfold?" Qui-Gon asked in disbelief.
Obi-Wan only nodded, and Qui-Gon obediently took the offered
cloth and tied the blindfold around his eyes. Obi-Wan gently
eased his Master's head back onto one of the pillows.
Obi-Wan placed tiny kisses around Qui-Gon's mouth. Qui-Gon
moved his head to try and find his lover's lips. Obi-Wan
quickly dodged his Master's attempts and moved down his chest.
"Now it is your turn for a lesson in patience," Obi-Wan said,
pressing a kiss on Qui-Gon's navel. When Qui-Gon groaned,
Obi-Wan dipped his tongue into his navel, before returning his
attention to the flat plane of Qui-Gon's abdomen.
Obi-Wan slowly kissed a path from Qui-Gon's stomach to his
thigh. Obi-Wan smiled when Qui-Gon gasped as he nipped the
sensitive flesh on the inside of his thighs.
Raising his head, he lowered his mouth to his Master's weeping
erection. Taking just the head into his mouth, Obi-Wan lapped
his tongue against the tip. Releasing Qui-Gon's shaft from his
mouth, he breathed across the moistened tip. Obi-Wan smiled as
Qui-Gon shuddered in response.
Obi-Wan bit his lips to stifle a laugh as he pulled away,
Qui-Gon's protesting groan echoing in his ears. "Patience,
Master," Obi-Wan said, dropping a kiss onto Qui-Gon's thigh.
Obi-Wan moved his body to his Master's feet. He ran two fingers
along the instep of Qui-Gon's right foot. A sound that
resembled a giggle tore from Qui-Gon's mouth when Obi-Wan
repeated the action, only following the same line with his
tongue.
Obi-Wan chuckled as he bent his head to nip each of his
Master's toes. Qui-Gon squirmed under him, trying to improve
his position. The young Jedi allowed it, he was getting rather
anxious as well. Stopping his attention to Qui-Gon's toes,
Obi-Wan began to kiss a path up the inside of Qui-Gon's legs.
As Qui-Gon got closer, Obi-Wan breathed across Qui-Gon's
erection just before taking the whole shaft into his mouth. He
opened himself to it, and then sucked up to the tip. He went
down on his Master again writhing, this time letting Qui-Gon
set the pace.
Obi-Wan pulled back when he sensed that the Jedi Master was
near his peak, and continued to pump the erection with his
hand. With his other hand, he massaged Qui-Gon's testicles. It
was not long before the sticky whiteness covered Qui-Gon's
stomach.
A moment later, Obi-Wan leaned over the gasping Jedi, and
licked a long line through the substance. His Master sighed in
release, while Obi-Wan lifted some of the ejaculate into his
mouth. With his mouth still full, the Padawan leaned over and
kissed Qui-Gon.
Beneath the blindfold, Qui-Gon's eyes widened. His surprise
passing, he leaned into the kiss. He could taste himself on his
lover's tongue. The kiss deepened when Qui-Gon laced his hands
through Obi-Wan's soft hair, pulling Obi-Wan down on top of
him.
When the kiss ended, Obi-Wan reached up and pulled the
blindfold from Qui-Gon's eyes. "Did you enjoy your lesson,
Master?" Obi-Wan asked, staring into Qui-Gon's deep blue eyes.
Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan's mouth back to his own. After exploring
the inside of the Padawan's mouth with his tongue, the kiss
ended. "An unforgettable exercise, I must admit," he replied,
his gaze not leaving Obi-Wan's. "Although I am surprised you
left out the candle."
"It would be foolish to give away all my ideas so quickly,
don't you think?" Obi-Wan asked with a drowsy smile. "Besides,
the Sugrai system is still several days away." He then slid
from Qui-Gon and moved to lay next to him.
A moment later, Qui-Gon turned Obi-Wan so that they were tucked
into a spooning position. Leaning over, Qui-Gon kissed
Obi-Wan's temple. He pulled a sheet over them, and for a
moment, they lay there in silence, listening to the sounds of
two hearts beating.
"Sweet dreams, my Padawan," he said, tracing a hand casually
over Obi-Wan's side.
Obi-Wan smiled, and settled back into Qui-Gon's embrace. He
sighed contentedly, and turned his face sideways. His voice
hardly a whisper, he said, "Only of you."
Qui-Gon smiled, letting his fingers trace the softness of
Obi-Wan's lips, which were slightly parted with approaching
sleep. "I do love you, Obi-Wan," he whispered, his voice so
soft the sound barely landed on Obi-Wan's ear.
Obi-Wan, on the very edge of sleep, smiled.
The End
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