Warning: the following story contains implications of a m/m
relationship. STOP NOW if you are below 18 years of age OR if
you are easily offended.
Disclaimer: all hail almighty Lucasworld and its attendant
minions. And also please note: this story is not for profit,
only written for the satisfaction of my readers.
Archive: MA archive?, personal homepage
Category: humor, fun piece/sort of PWP
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Rating: PG
Warning(s): a lot of fluff , mention of a certain bodily
orifice (or orifices if you like).
Summary: hmm, life's simplest pleasures can be so easily
attained. That's all I can divulge now: read on to find out.
Early morning sunlight glided across the city-planet, an
indication of the start of another Coruscant day. The
inhabitants of the globe began to stir, waking up and preparing
for breakfast. There were citizens who were in fact turning in
after working late-night shifts. They would sleep while their
brethren stepped into administrative offices, tallied marketing
expenses and planned meetings with off-world dignitaries.
Coruscant never slept. Indeed, there was the constant,
never-ending stream of small starships and carriers moving in
the sky like busy harvester insects.
It was in fact the steady white noise emitted by the ships and
the occasional siren of police cruisers that woke Obi-Wan up.
He sat up in bed, tossing off the blankets. The room was still
quiet. He smiled to himself and tiptoed out to the bathroom,
stretching luxuriously as he walked. He finished his toilet
efficiently and proceeded to brew hot water for the morning
tea.
When Obi-Wan strode out of the kitchen, bearing a trap of
faintly-steaming sunjasmine tea, Qui-Gon Jinn's familiar figure
was seen, outlined by the rising sun as he knelt in silent
meditation. The long hair gleamed gold, touched by the sun.
Qui-Gon appeared to enjoy soaking up the heat, basking in it
with pleasure. He seemed oblivious to the admiring gaze of his
apprentice.
Qui-Gon was one person who took pleasure in the simplest
things. This particular trait of the man sometimes irritated
Obi-Wan who wished he could be that appreciative of life. Sure,
you could find lightsaber practice pleasurable. But was there
joy in a simple sunset or drinking hot tea as if it was nectar
honey?
The young man rubbed his face and poured the tea into the cups.
There was a soft rustle of robes and Qui-Gon stood up. He
nodded warmly to Obi-Wan and walked over with a grace unusual
for a man of his height.
"Thank you," he said in his gentle rumbling voice, accepting
the cup. He sipped it slowly. When he realized that the youth
was still standing, he smiled one of his half-smiles. "You look
tense, Obi-wan."
Obi-Wan hurriedly sat down, grabbed a bread roll and started to
eat. He knew that Qui-Gon was watching him with amusement.
"You know, Obi-Wan, that you can't always be so ...
high-strung."
High-strung huh? The apprentice lifted an eyebrow.
Unfortunately, it only made him look more serious. The furrow
between his eyes deepened and Qui-Gon sighed inwardly.
"Obi-Wan, have I told you countless of times to relax?"
"Relax?" The blue eyes flashed once.
"Wait here," Qui-Gon instructed and left the table,
disappearing into his room. Obi-Wan chewed his bread glumly.
His master was often unfathomable. Unpredictable at times.
Well, for his thirteenth birthday, he was given a rock.
Qui-Gon emerged, carrying a small box in his large hands. He
placed it on the table. It was an ornate wooden box, carved
with intricate swirling designs. There were strange black
pictograms, the written language of some alien race. As Obi-Wan
watched on, the Jedi Master opened the box.
There was a thin stick cushioned on rich magenta-hued
septasilk.
Obi-Wan almost fell off his chair. He tried to regain his
composure as calmly as he could. No, it wasn't some thundering
philosophy. No, it wasn't a shiny meditation crystal.
It was a thin wooden stick with a tiny scoop at one end. There
was a small golden tassel tied to another end.
"The proctor of the Hai'Shan chapterhouse gave me this as a
souvenir." Qui-Gon explained, picking up the stick carefully.
He smiled when Obi-Wan nodded. "There is more."
"More?"
"Yes." There was a twinkle in the blue eyes. "Hold still."
Obi-Wan obeyed. From a corner of his eye, he could see Qui-Gon
beside him, holding that thin-looking stick in his hand, the
tassel swaying slowly in the gentle breeze.
"Hold still. Don't try to move." The tone was soothing,
comforting.
The next thing Obi-Wan knew was the sensation of something cool
sliding ... into his ear. He almost jumped in shock but he held
himself in check, remembering his master's instructions. He
concentrated, instead, on the strange sensations occurring in
his ear.
Cool. Gentle. Slightly intrusive at first. Then, it felt as if
there was someone caressing the innermost part deep inside his
ear! It was itchy ...and oddly delightful. Obi-Wan closed his
eyes, giving himself up to the pleasure. He could feel the
coolness moving in and out ... with a deliberate slowness ...
of his ear. He shuddered involuntarily.
Then the pleasure stopped.
Obi-Wan saw Qui-Gon holding up the stick, a I-told-you-so look
on his face.
"Ear-digging?" The young man muttered incredulously.
"Ear-digging?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe this ... "
"I saw it once when I was on Hai'Shan. There is this teahouse
along Goi Street where you will find the professional
ear-digger offering to ... (ahem) clean the ears of the
patrons. I actually watched one woman sigh with obvious
pleasure ."
"You are strange, Master." Obi-Wan chuckled dryly.
Qui-Gon wiped the stick with a clean cloth and was about to put
it back into the box when he spied Obi-Wan looking on
forlornly.
"You want more?" The Jedi Master laughed softly. He bent over
and gave the youth a tender kiss on the lips.
"I personally find ear-digging an odd source of pleasure,"
Obi-Wan had a half-smile on his face. "But I am willing to try
once more ..." He shrugged.
Qui-Gon Jinn laughed.
Life's simplest pleasures can be so easily attained if you are
willing to try them, he mused to himself. I must get Obi-Wan to
dig my ears too.
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