Obi-Wan ate heartily. His afternoon training sessions left him
famished, and he was determined to make up for an empty
stomach. A huge bowl of Zikki fruit went down without a trace.
Qui-Gon entered the kitchen of their home. He had discarded
heavy robes in favor of a white linen pantsuit for leisure and
relaxing.
The handsome features smiled, blue eyes twinkling. "So, my
padawan. I see you couldn't wait to prepare a full meal."
Obi-Wan blushed, standing immediately. "My apologies, master. I
was so hungry, I thought a snack might last me until dinner."
Qui-Gon pretended to be serious. "So you say. The penalties
could be severe for such greed. Perhaps a flogging in the
central square might do. Or being rolled in hot oil might
suffice."
Obi-Wan suppressed a giggle. "I see. When should I begin my
penance?" emerald eyes sparkled in mischief. The high cheeks
were flushed.
Qui-Gon smiled softly, noting how beautiful Obi-Wan had become
in his maturity. They patiently waited to discuss the future of
their relationship just past his twenty-fifth birthday.
I can't hold out much longer Qui-Gon mused. He is too
lush. Knighthood can't come soon enough.
"Master?"
"Hmm? Oh, sorry, padawan. I was distracted."
Obi-Wan moved closer. "I know that look. You're thinking about
our discussion again."
Qui-Gon touched his face. Big thumbs traced along the full
lips, up over the high cheekbones.
"I was thinking how lovely you have become, in both body and
mind" Qui-Gons' eyes were soft. "And Code or no, I find it
difficult to wait."
Obi-Wan pressed in. The v-neck tunic showed well defined
cleavage. He looked through red lashes.
"I know how you feel" his voice was equally soft. Obi-Wan
stroked along the short beard. He drank in the regal features
framed softly in a thick mass of hair.
Eyelids fluttered. "Is it me or could it be getting warmer in
here?"
Qui-Gon moved in, features shaded. "I would declare myself
right now, if not for-"
Obi-Wan lunged at his mouth for a kiss. /Say no more, beloved.
For I burn with thoughts of you as well./
Muscled arms wrapped around. //I would carry you off, were it
possible.//
The two men locked into a passionate kiss. Obi-Wan slid his
hands low, grasping the muscled buttocks tightly.
/Come!/
Qui-Gon groaned as they kissed hotly. His cock strained against
gauze like fabric.
//You bewitch me, beloved. These lips...are so sweet.//
Emerald eyes were wild. /There is more to be tasted still/
Obi-Wan dragged Qui-Gon down the hallway towards the bedroom.
They backed up to the bedpost, collapsing onto the mattress.
Hands grasped impatiently at clothing. Qui-Gon tried to pull
off so he could remove his shirt...
...and discovered their lips were stuck.
Startled, Obi-Wan opened his eyes. /What?!/
//Obi, I can't free my lips!//
Gently, Obi-Wan attempted to push away. No luck.
/This is crazy!/
Desperately, the two men tried to free themselves, to no avail.
They wiggled their heads from side to side. No good.
//We've got to do something.//
/Maybe...there's something in the bathroom we could use. Some
lubricant jelly, or.../
/Okay./
The two men stood carefully, sidling down the hallway to the
bathoom.
//Easy now. Turn your head sideways a little so I can see
what's in the medicine cabinet.//
Awkwardly the two men arched their faces as best they could.
Qui-Gon reached for the cabinet, pulling at jars and ointment
tubes. Medicines clattered into the sink.
/We can't even see what we're doing!/
A big hand scrabbled through the sink. //Wait, I have it.//
/Master, this is ridiculous./
//I'm going to rub this on. Wiggle your face again.//
Qui-Gon squeezed an ointment tube. It had a mint like
fragrance.
/That's the wrong one. You've opened liniment!/
//Oops. Wait, I think this is the right one.// Qui-Gon squeezed
another tube.
Long fingers smeared jelly under their chins. Qui-Gon poked
dabs of gel at the edges of their lips.
//Now let's try it.//
The men wiggled their heads again. No luck.
/We can't stay like this!/ Obi-Wan was desperate. /Maybe the
force could.../
The door buzzer rung.
//Oh, great// Qui-Gon groaned, still moving his head around.
/Now what?/
//Ignore it. Perhaps they will leave.//
A pause. The two Jedi extended their senses.
Obi-Wan sighed. /It won't work. I sense other Jedi. Besides,
they'll know we're here./
Qui-Gon grabbed Obi-Wan and turned them both to the door. //It
might be someone who can help. We have no choice.//
Obi-Wan hopped with him down the hallway. /I feel ridiculous.
There's no way we can explain this./
//What do you suggest? That we hop around our apartment
indefinitely?//
A long arm reached out sideways as Qui-Gon relased the door.
Windu and Yoda stood there.
Obi-Wan wanted to disappear. /Oh, Sith./
"What means this?" Windu wanted to know.
Qui-Gon flushed. He couldn't look at them anyway.
//We're...stuck. Our lips can't get free.//
Mace laughed bitterly. "Should we ask why you are in such a
position to begin with?!"
Obi-Wan was grateful he couldn't turn his head. /This is
awkward, Masters. Can you help us?/
Yoda stared wide eyed, ears waving wildly. "Explanations can
wait. Improper behavior this is, Qui-Gon. Reprimand there will
be."
//I can accept that, but first we need to get free!//
"So be it" Yoda waved his hand.
The two jedi popped free. Obi-Wan held his mouth.
"Ouch!!"
"Didn't it occur to you to use the force?" Windu wanted to
know, irritated.
Qui-Gon was rueful. "We came to that conclusion when you
arrived. But what brings you here?"
The two Masters eyed each other. Yoda sighed. "Ironic, is. Came
to remind you of session tonight regarding Code tenets."
Qui-Gon swallowed. "You mean the case regarding Verbleth and
his padawan."
Windu stared with meaning. "Apparently the problem is more
widespread than we supposed."
Obi-Wan spoke up. "Masters, there is no impropriety. We...had
an accident."
"Nonsense is" Yoda replied. "Personal contact cannot be
denied."
"Clearly we can't deny it" Qui-Gon explained. "However, it
involved mere horseplay."
Yoda snorted. "Bah. Relationship implied. One that exceeds
permitted Master and Apprentice. Additional duties will be
assigned to purge."
Obi-Wan felt his temper flare. "Purge?! I am near knighthood.
Who I bond with is my own buisness!"
"Silence, padawan" Windu thundered. "You dare speak of bonding
now? Your trials have yet to occur. And don't think to presume
this relationship is acceptable within the order!"
Obi-Wan stared at him.
"None speak thus to my padawan" Qui-Gon stated. "You assume too
much, Mace. An innocent situation is being misconstrued."
"Too old for this, am I" Yoda waved his cane. "Seen much. Feel
the truth between you two. Be warned, Qui-Gon. Separation
possible if control is not."
Qui-Gon inclined his head slightly. "There will be no
impropriety. You have my word."
Windu glared, lips thinned. "See that your own review isn't
next. Verbleth is already in hot water. Don't add your own name
to the list."
Obi-Wan fumed. "It's all innocent! You create controversy that
doesn't exist."
Yoda turned to leave. "We shall see. Qui-Gon, later will we
meet. Force be well with you."
Qui-Gon nodded. "Force be well."
Windu shook his head before leaving also.
Obi-Wan stared at the door. He sighed. "And this day was so
promising."
Qui-Gon took his hand. "I have no intention of overreacting" he
looked into lovely green eyes.
"I hadn't considered that" Obi-Wan returned the warm gaze. He
smiled brightly, the high cheeks flushed. Gentle fingers
touched the regal face.
"Your skin is so soft."
Qui-Gon pulled his hand away slowly. "Obi-Wan, please. We must
be careful."
Obi-Wan continued to palm his masters' face. He traced along
the short beard.
"Did anyone ever tell you you look like royalty?"
"Enough, padawan" Qui-Gon leaned into him. Obi-Wans' beauty was
distracting. Plump lips tempted him. Reaching up, he stroked
the spiky hair.
//Lovely.//
Obi-Wan looked through his lashes, leaning forward. "Our
discussion before we were interrupted."
Qui-Gon thumbed the sandy red brows. "Don't" his voice was
thick.
"Yes" Obi-Wan touched his lips. /We belong together./
They kissed again, forgetful of recent events. The attraction
was too strong.
//Oh, Obi.//
/Soon, beloved. Then no one can deny us./
They pulled free this time. Qui-Gon eased back, his control
strained.
Soft smile. "Enough, I say. Or what we fear will come to pass."
Obi-Wan ran his hands along his beloved. "I understand. But by
the force, I want you."
A long finger silenced his lips. "Shh. You tempt me."
Sly grin. "Would you care for some Zikki fruit?"
"Trickster. That's how we got stuck in the first place! I
didn't realize Zikki fruit was so...adhesive."
Obi-Wan strode into the kitchen. "Gladly would I be stuck with
you every day of my life."
Qui-Gon followed him, sitting at the table. "You are precious
to me" blue eyes were soft. "I'll do nothing to ruin your
knighthood. We must wait."
Obi-Wan lunged suddenly across the table. He grabbed the big
hands. "I love you. Ghods, how I love you..."
"Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon weakened, returning the grip.
Obi-Wan held his eyes, his own burning with raging intensity.
"You are wise, strong and beautiful. I've got to be the
luckiest padawan on Coruscant. And soon when my knighthood is
complete we will speak of other matters."
Qui-Gon felt his skin grow hot. "You bewitch me."
Obi-Wan pulled him to his feet again. "I want to make love.
Forget the restrictions, forget the Code."
Qui-Gon stared, his desire rapidly raging out of control.
"Musn't...not like this, my love. Would that I could just toss
it all aside and drown in passion. But, what then? We would
still have to wait for the bonding. I have no desire to torture
myself with sweet memories that can't be acted upon in the
meantime."
They clutched, kissing hotly. Obi-Wan literally ripped himself
free.
"So be it, beloved. Perhaps it is best we wait. I'll
relish our time together all the more."
Qui-Gon smiled at his intended. Obi-Wan was handsome in his
maturity, his features striking. The spiky hair glimmered.
"I will count every night until then" Qui-Gon stroked the fine
face gently.
Their eyes held the promise.
Obi-Wan took a breath. "I'd best prepare dinner."
They ate with gusto.
"This meal is delicious, Obi-Wan."
The younger man grinned. "You always enjoy my cooking."
"No doubt. Gerewat squab is tender this time of year, and you
prepare it perfectly."
Obi-Wan sighed, pensive.
"Obi-Wan?"
"I'm worried about the Council. Do you think they'll separate
us temporarily?"
"If they attempt it, I will fight, citing the Avarrar.
For without evidence our supposed infraction is moot. Suspicion
cannot be allowed among the order."
"It would nullify their action, but what about the suspicion?"
Qui-Gon shrugged. "There's nothing we can do about that.
They'll think what they want."
"It's just that...I don't want a cloud over our heads until my
knighthood."
Qui-Gon kissed his hand over the table. "Don't be concerned.
Once they calm down they'll realize there is no need for
drastic measures."
Obi-Wan smiled gently. "I hope so" his lips spread into a
wicked grin.
Qui-Gon lifted an eyebrow. "I know that look. What?"
A snicker. "I was just thinking...Zikki fruit is adhesive. What
if we covered ourselves in it..."
"Padawan..."
"And got stuck really tight..."
"Obi-Wan!!"
The younger man shrugged. "Just a thought."
Qui-Gon pointed his fork. "Keep those thoughts in silence! It
won't do us any good to dwell on-"
Obi-Wan eyed him seductively. "Can I have a small kiss?"
"You are undisciplined here. Enough!"
Obi-Wan toyed with his food. "My apologies. I should lust in
silence."
Qui-Gon spluttered. "You're impossible."
"And you are sexy."
Qui-Gon glowered at him. "Obi-Wan, this discussion is ended. It
is late, and I will retire. Your meal was delicious" he stood
to leave.
"The remainder of your evening is free. Good night."
He left with emerald eyes hard on his back.
Obi-Wan lay in bed brooding, moonlight sculpting his handsome
features.
I can't sleep. Would that I could go to him now.
He turned restlessly, not hearing silent feet enter the
bedroom.
"Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan turned over, perplexed. A statue stood in the doorway,
clad only in sleep pants. Moonlight shaped the muscular form,
rounding out every detail. Crystal blue eyes nearly glowed.
"Master? Is something wrong?"
The same moonlight gave the tousled mane a halo's glow. "I
thought about our earlier conversation."
Obi-Wan sat up in bed. "I wondered what would keep you up so
late."
The powerful form edged closer. Obi-Wan could see Qui-Gon
palming something.
"What have you there?"
A pause. "Zikki fruit. I thought perhaps...we could have a
bite."
Obi-Wan smiled in the dark. He reached out for his love.
"Oh yes. And taste with the dawn."
Long fingers slipped through the spiky hair in affection. "So
beautiful. Beloved, I simply cannot wait. I lied earlier."
Emerald eyes glowed. "Come, then. Let our lips speak in fire."
"I will surely sample every inch" the deep voice replied. The
bed creaked with the added weight.
Obi-Wan sighed in bliss as powerful arms encircled him. He felt
Zikki juice trickle down his belly.
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