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Lush verdant rainforest flew by the amazed eyes of Obi-Wan
Kenobi. The forest was so alive with the Force it made
his blood sing. In the climate controlled cabin of the
tree-skimmer Obi-Wan breathed a small sigh of happiness. He
wouldn't have missed this for almost anything. The only
drawback was the fact that he was making this trip alone,
without his master, Qui-Gon. Glancing over at his traveling
companion, a striking blonde woman in simple garb, he let his
mind wander back to the events of the morning.
"Obi-Wan, your braid is coming undone beloved. You'd best fix
it. We're due in the negotiation hall in a few minutes."
"Well if a certain lecherous old Jedi Master would leave it
alone, my braid wouldn't come undone would it?" teased the
exuberant young apprentice as he turned to the mirror to fix
the braid and watch his lover finish dressing. Qui-Gon tried to
act indignant for all of two seconds before laughing at his
student's antics. Still overwhelmed by the changes last night
has wrought, Obi-Wan could scarcely believe all this was real.
It is real Obi-Wan, believe me. As real as my love for
... a ripple in the Force alerted Qui-Gon and his padawan
to a presence approaching their quarters. ...you.
Qui-Gon finished his thought, as he called out permission to
enter thinking it was their escort. Watching for a moment his
young love tie off his braid with a leather thong, Qui-Gon
finished adjusting his robe so that it would flow just so.
Qui-Gon turned to greet the escort only to find Councilwoman
S'rina Drag'sen from the Great Forest Enclave, a negotiator for
the injured side in these dispute talks. Her already pale skin
was now milk white and her eyes haunted as she spoke. "Please
forgive this intrusion Master Jedi, but I fear I will not be
able to converse with you at the negotiations. My son has taken
ill and I must go to him. I just wanted to extend my gratitude
to you. Despite how it appears, your assistance in these talks
has been ..." words were choked off as tears began to fall.
Before Qui-Gon had a chance to react, Obi-Wan was already at
Councilwoman Drag'Sen's side, arm around her waist, leading her
to a seat. "Shhhh... it shall be alright M'lady." Obi-Wan
comforted, sensing the woman's terror for her son's condition.
"Your son is a fine, strong boy I'm sure. You'll get home and
find he is much better than you fear." The distraught woman
turned her face into Obi-Wan's shoulder and cried as if her
heart were breaking.
"It's just that I lost his father to the same illness last
cycle. To lose our son as well..." the woman clutched at
Obi-Wan's tunic, her breath coming in little hiccuping sobs as
she tried to quell her fears.
Catching hold of his masters eyes for a brief second, and with
a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness, Obi-Wan gently
dried Lady S'rina's tears with the sleeve of his robe. "If it
would help M'lady and with my master's permission, I would
gladly accompany you to your home and see what I can do to
help." Obi-Wan offered.
"Oh no - I cannot possibly take you away from..." S'rina
began.
Sighing inwardly, both touched and disappointed by his
soft-hearted Padawan's offer, Qui-Gon clamped down on the
sudden rush of loss he felt and interjected "I whole-heartedly
agree with my apprentice Lady. You require a traveling
companion and Obi-Wan has some skills at healing. I can do
without him for a few days. I may even get some sleep as I will
not have to listen to his snores." Qui-Gon joked.
I shall miss you Padawan. he projected. But I am
very proud of your generous spirit. he feathered a
mental caress across Obi-Wan's mind.
"Master!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, playing at being affronted. "I do
not snore. It is you who has the awesome ability to shake the
snow from the mountain tops." Obi-Wan teased.
As I will miss you Master. I was looking forward to
continuing my lessons tonight. Heat shot through Qui-Gon as
Obi-Wan sent a mental lance of desire towards him.
The light banter between master and apprentice allowed S'rina
to calm her ragged nerves, just as the men had intended. "I
thank you young Jedi, for your kind offer. I am mother enough
to accept and negotiations be damned. I am in your debt." She
said as she rose to leave.
"There is no need Lady. We live by the Code and we live to
serve." Qui-Gon replied gently, escorting her to the door.
"I will be ready to travel within the hour m'lady." Obi- Wan
called out as he moved to the sleep chamber to gather his
things. "I shall wait for you in the hanger."
"Thank you once more Sir Jedi." S'rina replied. "I will be
there shortly." The new lovers didn't even have time for a
private goodbye for as the councilwoman left, the escort of
royal guards arrived and whisked Qui-Gon away to another
interminable round of peace talks.
Now, hours later, a shift in cabin pressure brought Obi-Wan
back to the present. The tree-skimmer had begun its landing
cycle, having at last reached Eeoorrii, the capital city of the
Great Forest Enclave.
Once he left the craft Obi-Wan was caught in a whirlwind of
activity. He and S'rina were quickly escorted to the
councilwoman's residence where Obi-Wan spent the next several
hours in deep trance, helping to speed along the young boy's
recovery through his illness. Next there was a dinner in his
honor, though he tried to explain he merely did what the Jedi
code dictated he should - to serve others. During the meal he
tried to be as dignified as Master Qui-Gon, aware his
performance could very well impact the negotiations. Finally,
after what seemed to him to be days of playing the politician,
he was shown to a private suite of quarters overlooking a
tranquil meditation garden.
One thing Obi-Wan had discovered quickly was that the verdant
plant life of the rainforest was kept so lush by intense
tropical heat and gallons of rain. Sweaty and intensely warm,
Obi-Wan activated the door lock and quickly stripped to the
skin, leaving his saturated robes by the door. Walking nude
through his suite of rooms he quickly made his way to the
bathing rooms and stood under the water of a refreshingly tepid
shower, cleaning away the day's grime.
Obi-Wan didn't bother to redress as he had been assured he
would not be disturbed for the night. So, still nude, he
wandered into his sleeping chamber ... and stopped short.
A massive pile of silken cushions made up the bed, surrounded
by a gauzy bug net. A large paristeel fan beat slowly from the
ceiling, stirring the heavy air and making it cooler. It was a
sybaritic room to be sure and made Obi-Wan suddenly desperate
to hear his master's voice.
Retrieving his commlink from his discarded utility belt,
Obi-Wan sank into the luxurious mass of pillows with a sigh,
closing the net around him with a quick manipulation of the
Force. Quickly reviewing his master's schedule for the day in
his mind, Obi-Wan settled back knowing Qui-Gon would still be
at the royal banquet held nightly. He replayed the astounding
events of the last few days while waiting for his master to
return to their quarters at the palace royal.
How quickly his life had changed. He had once believed that
Qui-Gon's love was unattainable, yet even now, half a planet
away, he could feel the elders love wrap around him like a
protective cloak.
The Master/Padawan bond they shared now sizzled with new
feelings. Thoughts were easier to read, as were emotions. He
knew, for instance, that right now Qui-Gon was bored to death
and desperately wanting to escape to his quarters so that he
could contact his apprentice.
The men had yet to see how their new awareness would affect
them in training or combat, but Obi-Wan looked forward to it.
He suspected they would be even more in tune with each other
than they had been previously.
Smiling softly to himself, Obi-Wan realized that for the first
time since he had begun to love Qui-Gon he was whole, at peace
and loved. Slipping into a light meditative trance Obi-Wan
patiently waited for his master, his lover, to return to their
rooms.
Never before had Qui-Gon Jinn's patience been so tested. The
banquet, with its constant back stabbing, bickering, slandering
and maligning had seemed to go on forever. Always before he had
had Obi-Wan to converse with when his attention was not
demanded elsewhere. The younger Jedi's quick wit and saber
sharp tongue could make even the most bombastic politician seem
foolish. Qui-Gon knew he should have curbed that impulse in his
Padawan, but his caricatures of the people they had to deal
with were so refreshingly honest and unvarnished he'd never had
the heart.
Walking into the suite he shared with his apprentice Qui-Gon
at last breathed a sigh of relief. No more politics tonight.
Just peace and quiet ... and loneliness. He missed his
vivacious young lover. How long had he loved Obi-Wan? Not as a
teacher for student or Master for Padawan, but as one man for
another. The emotions had blended and layered until each level
of affection was indistinguishable from the next. All he knew
was that Obi-Wan was as essential to him as breathing.
Tiredly stripping off his robe, tunic, leggings and boots,
Qui-Gon made his way into -their- sleep chamber and lay down on
the large bed with a tired sigh. The pillows were still infused
with Obi-Wan's scent. 'Force I miss you beloved. We've been
apart for longer periods than this, but not when our bond was
so new. It's new all over again now that we've joined ... heart
to heart and soul to soul ...' fire coursed through Qui-Gon's
veins 'soon body to body in the fullest sense.'
Reaching over to the nightstand, Qui-Gon grasped and activated
his commlink in one fluid movement. He wanted to hear Obi-Wan's
voice before he fell asleep.
The melodic sound of the commlink chime roused Obi-Wan out of
his trance. 'Master' he thought as he switched on the device.
"Master?"
"Padawan. You arrived safely I take it?"
"Yes master. The boy is well on his way to recovery. However
I, on the other hand, nearly died of boredom. I had to sit
through a state dinner pretending to be dignified and proper -
but we did arrive safely." Obi-Wan chuckled. "I wish you were
here Master. The forest is so alive, so full of the
Force. It is stunning. Everything is lush and green ... and
HOT!"
"I wish I could be there too Obi-Wan. Is the heat bothering
you?" Qui-Gon teased, only half listening to the conversation,
focussing instead on the star bright emotions being generated
by his beloved.
"Hot enough to sleep nude master." Obi-Wan intoned wickedly.
-That- captured Qui-Gon's attention. A rush of longing swept
through him even as another 'lesson' formed in his mind.
"Nude Padawan? How interesting ... I'm sure the heat must be
stifling. I too find it a little warm in our quarters. In fact
I was lying on -our- bed and thinking of you so I decided I had
to speak to you. Qui-Gon heard Obi-Wan's sharp intake of
breath. "What were you doing before I called Obi-Wan?"
"Meditating master." Replied the student. Thinking of all
the up-till-now forbidden things that I want you to teach me
Master. Came the mental caress.
"Was your meditation helpful Padawan? Informative?" Qui-Gon
asked aloud. What forbidden things beloved? What is it that
you want to learn - tell me. Qui-Gon asked heatedly.
"Master ..." Obi-Wan moaned. Qui-Gon feathered a mental caress
over his lover's neural pathways. The pleasure synapses fired
and made Obi-Wan's breath catch.
"Are you ready for your next 'lesson' Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked
"Now master ... but how?"
"Are you ready Padawan?"
"Yesss Master..."
"Close your eyes Obi-Wan, and feel my presence in the room
with you. Open your mind to me beloved. Let me in." Closing his
own eyes Qui-Gon reached out with his mind ... and connected
with his love's. He could -see- Obi-Wan, lying naked on a bed
of cushions, commlink clutched in one hand, slowly running the
other up and down his aroused body.
"Now tell me beloved, show me what forbidden things you want
to learn." Qui-Gon began to run a hand over his chest, waiting,
anticipating what he would hear.
"I ... I can't master. I don't know how." Obi-Wan gasped,
frustrated beyond belief. "Master ... it's so warm. My skin is
on fire. I ache for you ... for your hands and lips and arms
and ... all of you." The unbearably aroused young apprentice
whispered.
"I ache for you too Padawan. I ache in ways you are only
beginning to understand. Shall I tell you what I'm going to
teach you, what I'd like you to do to me?" Qui-Gon purred into
the commlink.
A soul deep groan was his only reply as Qui-Gon -watched-
Obi-Wan's hand move a little quicker and a little closer to his
rock hard erection. Yes beloved, that's it ...touch
yourself. Imagine that -my- hands are on you, petting and
caressing that beautiful body of yours. Take yourself in your
hand ... gently Obi-Wan. You cannot have release yet. A good
time for a serious lesson as well I believe. Control your body
beloved. Feel the pleasure, but do not give into it.
Qui-Gon's thoughts flowed through his aroused student's mind.
"I want to do everything to you Obi-Wan." Came the darkly
seductive voice of his master over the commlink, increasing the
younger man's pleasure, arousing him to greater heights. "I
want you to know pleasure unlike any you've ever experienced.
Last night and this morning were merely appetizers love. The
main feast is yet to come."
"I want you as you are now - naked; aroused and straining for
completion. I want to cover you with my body. Press our
erections together. I want to take them both in my hands and
pleasure them together. To feel our straining flesh rubbing
against one another's. To milk our organs together while
watching you as ecstasy claims you. Watch you find your
satisfaction underneath me. I'm going to do this Padawan, I
promise. I'm going to watch you throw your head back and cry
out in pleasure and then... only then will I take your mouth. I
have very unJedi-like thoughts about that lush, succulent mouth
of yours Obi-Wan."
Qui-Gon began to run his hands up and down his chest, pinching
the nipples Obi-Wan has suckled on only that morning. How cold
words - mere words - throw out decades of training in
self-discipline, control and self-denial? Words meant to arouse
his love, not him. His hand slid of its own violation down to
grasp his raging cock and Qui-Gon bit back a desperate moan,
forcing his body under control, evening out his breathing so he
could continue to arouse his Padawan by sound alone.
Qui-Gon refocused and -watched- Obi-Wan's head thrash on the
pillows of his bed. His body hummed with almost as much energy
as an activated lightsaber. Every muscle was drum tight as he
tried to obey his master even as he increased the tempo of his
hand on his throbbing cock. " Masterrrrr." Obi-Wan moaned hotly
Please.... please please please please. Came the litany
over and over again.
"I want to turn you on your stomach and, starting at the nape
of your neck, cover every inch of your back with kisses. I want
to give you a nice relaxing rub down. Then I'm going to move
lower - to those well-defined buttocks, and cover them with
kisses as well. I want to see you beloved, see that dark amber
rose hidden by those firm mounds ... and taste you Obi-Wan. I
want to taste you in that most intimate of places."
In a far off room Obi-Wan's body jumped with unrestrained
lust. Gods... yessss... he moaned. I ~want~ you to
Master. Obi-Wan's overwhelming arousal finally loosened his
tongue and all the darkly erotic things he'd dreamed of about
Qui-Gon came pouring out.
"I want that too master" he moaned heatedly. "I've wanted that
for so long. I would watch you in practice, you hair flying,
your body glistening with perspiration and I would want you so
badly I would ache. I wanted to feel your damp body crushed
against me, pressing into my back. I ~knew~ you would be my
first ~everything~. My first love, my first lover, the one to
teach me."
"I'm not innocent about male to male love. I've heard things,
read and seen things. Our travels gave me quite an education. I
watched two male friends once as they made love. I saw the
beauty of their dance... and I thought of you 'claiming' me
that way. For the longest time that was my most forbidden
fantasy. Instead of my friends making love, it was you and I
master. You above and over and inside me. You moving within me.
I want that so badly. I want us to be that complete. Ohhhh
master." Obi-Wan cried out passionately When my beloved
master ... when will we make that fantasy come true.
Obi-Wan moaned mentally, wanting it so very much...
When you are ready my love ... not before. You still have
many levels of pleasure to learn before you are ready to learn
that ultimate one. Qui-Gon rejoined, his mind star-hot, his
desire for Obi-Wan burning a sizzling path along their bond.
"Master ... please! I need to..."
Suddenly Obi-Wan felt ghostly hands run up and down his thighs
while a phantom mouth encompassed his weeping erection and
begin to suckle. The same ghostly hands moved to cup and spread
his ass apart, and a single phantasmic finger brushed lightly
over his most intimate of openings.
Fire screamed through the Padawan learner's body. Every muscle
in his well-honed frame went taut - then snapped as he softly
screamed out a pleasure that was so great reality went hazy for
a moment.
In their rooms, their bed, half a planet away, Qui-Gon smiled
- almost ferally - as he felt his love's extreme pleasure at
that almost chaste ghostly caress. When the time came for their
real joining ... Qui-Gon licked at now parched lips ... and
forced himself to wait patiently. When the time came for that
act of love ... it would be the most precious and priceless
gift anyone had every bestowed on him and Qui-Gon intended to
cherish his beloved as deeply as the man deserved. Letting out
a final, calming breath Qui-Gon rode out his own pleasure
storm, while waiting for his love to recover.
"Master ... Qui-Gon..." came the desire darkened whisper.
"Soon...?"
"As soon as you're ready Obi-Wan, I promise. Good night
beloved."
"Good night master."
In the now sated darkness of two separate rooms the connection
was severed, commlinks placed near the prone men and the lovers
slipped into each other's dreams for yet another night.
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