It was a day of celebration. Two well known Jedi Masters had
just completed their bonding ceremony. All of their peers were
in attendance. Much joy was in the air, as Rundin and Zyro were
clearly a couple in love. The Temple corridors were well
decorated, and guests milled about in the gardens during the
reception.
Mace was speaking to Qui-Gon. "I'm certainly glad things worked
out for those two, particularly Rundin" he eyed his friend
pointedly. "The cleansing rid him of his obsessive feelings for
his previous padawan, Kaybee. It would have been disastrous for
them to have continued on such a course. And they were
discovered, as all deceptions are in time."
Qui-Gon sighed. He knew the double meaning in Mace's tirade.
"They make an excellent couple. I wish them many years
together" Qui-Gon commented, avoiding the subject.
Mace eyed him. "Speaking of padawans, where is yours?"
Qui-Gon shrugged, swishing his drink. "About the temple, I
suppose. He had no special assignments for the day."
The elegant Jedi looked at him closely. "I'm surprised he isn't
at your side. No problems in paradise?"
Qui-Gon stared at him. "If I didn't know you were joking, I
might be angry."
"Don't get touchy, old friend" Mace grinned slyly. "I meant no
offense to you and your...padawan."
Why that pause? Qui-Gon wondered, frowning at him. He
tried a tactic. "Perhaps you should choose a padawan yourself,
Mace. That is, if you aren't too old" he smirked.
Mace snorted. "Oh, that's funny. Believe me, that's not
something I'm interested in taking up at this point and time."
Qui-Gon teased. "Well, if you can't handle it-"
"Greetings, Masters."
They both turned. Obi-Wan approached them, the picture of
padawan perfection. He bowed formally.
Qui-Gon brightened. "Greetings, padawan. I trust you are
enjoyed the ceremony."
The emerald eyes shone. "Yes, Master. I was glad to see it.
Everyone is entitled to their heart's desire."
Mace looked at them with narrowed eyes. There had best not
be any impropriety here...
Qui-Gon turned to him. "If you will excuse us, Mace?"
The deep hued Jedi stared at his drink a moment. "Certainly. I
have to offer my congratulations to the happy couple" he threw
Qui-Gon a look. His lips thinned. "And only that
couple."
What's his problem? Obi-Wan wondered.
Qui-Gon stared at his friend, annoyed. "A pity that innuendo
and assumptions are taken for fact. Perhaps logic and reason
could make a rare appearance. I find that jealousy makes a poor
excuse for proper behavior" with that, he turned regally and
collected his padawan.
Mace glared at him in shock, saying nothing.
The two Jedi walked alongside each other in silence. They
milled through the thinning crowd of guests, out of the main
temple. A slight breeze whipped through their heavy robes.
Qui-Gon turned towards the training facility. Obi-Wan followed
without a word. There wasn't much activity about, most of the
Jedi had attended the ceremony.
They walked through the plastisteel doors, down a wide hallway,
unhurried. The gym was on the lower floor.
The ride on the duralift was short. Another short hallway, to
the shower stalls. Qui-Gon entered first, holding the door for
his padawan.
Once inside, Qui-Gon locked the door behind them.
Obi-Wan turned to him, face flushed with desire. The emerald
eyes were positively lit.
"Master" he panted hotly, moving toward Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon grabbed him, capturing his mouth in a wet kiss. Their
bodies pressed together against the wall.
/Glad to see me?/ Obi-Wan teased, feeling his Master's
erection.
Groan. //I've thought of nothing else, my Obi.//
Sweet lips stuck in place. "I want you out of those robes"
sculpted hands slid inside heavy material, finding Qui-Gon's
swollen shaft. He massaged it firmly, rolling a thumb over the
velvet head.
Qui-Gon's head flew back. "Gaaagh! Ghods, Obi-Wan, that feels
good."
The spiky head nuzzled underneath his own. A hot tongue slid
down his neck. "Mnn. Want to taste all of you."
Yards of fabric fell to the floor, making a pallet. Qui-Gon
dragged Obi-Wan down on top of the discarded robes.
Their lips remained locked in a passionate, fiery kiss. Tongues
teasing and pushing against one another.
Rasping breaths and fevered caresses. Obi-Wan went down on
Qui-Gon, swallowing his cock to the root and sucking noisily.
With his free hand, he pinched and squeezed the heavy sacs.
/Watch me, Master./
Qui-Gon could do nothing else. The blazing green eyes, half
closed in pleasure, high cheekbones flushed with desire.
Sensuous lips drawing up and down, the cheeks hollowing out,
then bulging with the outline of his cock.
Qui-Gon was lost, his body clenching and thrashing wildly.
Broad hands grabbed the spiky head, driving it up and down. He
was done.
"Force, yes, aaaaaaah!" he shouted, shooting into the hot
mouth. He collapsed back, thighs twitching. Obi-Wan kissed them
softly, easing the ache. He slapped the still heavy cock
against his lips playfully.
"Very tasty, Master" Obi-Wan said wickedly, eyes hot.
Qui-Gon was still breathing heavily, sweating. "I wonder what
you taste like, Obi-Wan" he rasped, voice full of lust.
Obi-Wan yelped as Qui-Gon grabbed him again, rolling him on his
back.
The bronzed body had a sheen of sweat. A thick navel poked up
as his stomach clenched.
"Why, what's this" Qui-Gon rumbled, his voice growing deeper.
Obi-Wan's cock lay heavily against his thigh.
"Qui-Gon" the younger man gasped, arching his back.
Qui-Gon pinned Obi-Wan underneath him, stroking his lover
slowly. He ground against Obi-Wan's straining cock, feeling it
grow wet.
He suckled along the smooth jawline, biting the silky neck.
Obi-Wan clutched his back, panting and trembling. Qui-Gon slid
down further.
"Oh" Qui-Gon breathed against the bronzed chest. "Am I getting
you hot?" he lunged on a fat nipple, biting it.
"Maaaaster!" Obi-Wan shouted desperately, wiggling his hips
underneath.
Qui-Gon continued to work that nipple, licking, then sucking.
On to the other one. Bite. Lick. Suck. Moaning, Obi-Wan
strained underneath him.
He felt a growing wetness between them. Swiftly he slid down,
grabbing his padawan's thick shaft, holding it at the root. It
was practically draining now.
"Now, Qui-Gon, please!" hands grabbed his hair, scattering it
everywhere.
Qui-Gon slid the lovely cock along his beard, tickling it,
rubbing it from side to side...
It was too much. "I love you!" Obi-Wan shouted, firing
out.
Qui-Gon caught the splattering stream, savoring it slowly. He
kissed the damp thighs and stomach, sidling up again.
Obi-Wan embraced him tightly. "I wish we could spend some time
together" he was breathless.
Qui-Gon was gasping as well. "As do I, my Obi. Galaxy, if I
could just wave my hand and put us in paradise..."
Emerald eyes glowed. Brilliant smile. "I am in paradise,
beloved. And I don't regret any stolen moments with you" he
traced fingers along the short beard.
Qui-Gon kissed the soft mouth again, stroked the smooth neck.
"I will arrange for us to have some time together off planet. I
swear it!"
"I believe you. It's difficult you know, without arousing
suspicion."
They nuzzled noses together, glowing in the aftermath of
loving.
Qui-Gon looked over at the shower head. "Come, lets wash
together."
They stood, still embracing. Obi-Wan held his face. "Wish we
could stay here longer."
Deep blue eyes regarded him. He smiled softly. "As do I, my
love. Unfortunately if we stay much longer, there will be
questions."
There was a dispenser of liqui-cleanser nearby. They soaped
each other up under the warm spray. The intent was to clean up
and get out quickly.
But it didn't happen that way. Scrubbing became caressing; the
slippery friction was too enticing.
By the time they had rinsed down they were hard again.
Obi-Wan breathed hotly against his lover. "A quickie!" he
gasped, clutching the muscled back.
Qui-Gon looked at him with lidded eyes. Force, he is so sexy
with that lush body.
"Yessss" he grabbed a warm hand, putting it over his cock. He
duplicated the gesture, gripping Obi-Wan's shaft. They pumped
against each other, wet bodies pressed tight.
It didn't take long. Obi-Wan arched up on his toes as they
ground together tightly. Qui-Gon gripped the wet, lush cheeks,
pressing them inward. Faster and faster they moved...
...and exploded, wet heat running down their bellies and legs.
They stood quietly a moment, shivering and clinging to each
other tightly.
Qui-Gon pulled off a little. "Well, now we're all sticky
again."
Obi-Wan laughed, looked down. "Your own fault. You're so sexy I
can't help but make a mess."
Qui-Gon pecked his nose with a kiss. "Nympho. Come, let's get
dressed now."
They rinsed off again, dressing quickly.
Obi-Wan sighed. "Damn. Back to playing games and pretending."
Qui-Gon tipped his chin up. "We'll do something about that
eventually, as well" he reached for his lover again in a
crushing embrace.
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