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Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP, and a little H/C
Summary: After Qui-Gon's first meeting with Darth Maul, he and
Obi-Wan reflect on what happened. ahemShower
Sceneahem
Feedback: I'll beg for it, if need be.
Warning: Not beta'd. Just me and my little spelling checker.
Special Thanks to: Krychick (kirstenp@direct.ca) for
introducing me to the slashy tips page
(http://www.gis.net/~minotaur/Tips/index.html) waves I
owe you!
Disclaimer: George Lucas created a playground called Star Wars.
Then he gave us toys known as Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn.
How could I possibly resist playing with them? <g>
"How are you feeling?" Obi-Wan Kenobi asked, entering the small
chambers. He sat down on the sleeping pallet next to his master
and helped him apply some bacta to the bruised ribs.
Qui-Gon Jinn laid back, stretching his muscles. "Tired.
Confused."
The room itself was fairly small, not meant for more than one
guest. However, no one had planned on transporting two Jedi, a
Gungan, and a small boy. The transport was meant specifically
for the Queen and her handmaidens; possibly a guard or two.
Obi-Wan undressed the other man slowly. "You need a hot
shower."
"No... Obi-Wan, I'll be fine..." Ignoring Qui-Gon's protests,
he continued, then forced him to lay on the pallet, stomach
down. "I just need to meditate and I'll be fine."
"A hot shower would work wonders," he said, straddling his
master.
Qui-Gon moaned gently as his apprentice began working the
muscles in his back. He sighed gently, magic fingers unraveling
the knots that plagued his body. "Ah.. right there... that's
the spot."
The Padawan smiled at his master's reaction to the massage. It
was quite possibly the only way he was able to get the older
man to do what he wanted him to do. "Ready for that shower?" A
mumble. "What was that?" he asked, leaning over.
"I said 'I may never move again.'" He chuckled, lifting his
head to glance at his student.
Obi-Wan brushed his lips to his master's quickly, then climbed
off. "I'm going to run that shower." He received a slight
murmur from the prostrate figure.
A few minutes later, Qui-Gon awoke to the sound of the shower
running. He sat up and stretched, feeling a lot better. He
crossed the small cabin and stepped into the bathroom.
Immediately a cloud of smoke greeted him. He smiled; Obi-Wan
loved hot showers. Well, it was about to get hotter, he
reasoned, sliding into the shower stall.
"I didn't think you were ever getting up," Obi-Wan joked,
turning to face his master.
"Well, if I hadn't, it would've been your fault." He grinned.
"Is that a fact?" The apprentice leaned in, kissing the other
man gently.
The kiss grew deeper and Qui-Gon was pinned against the shower
wall at the mercy of his student. Obi-Wan worked his leg
between his master's and pressed forward; he was rewarded with
a moan from the other man. He broke the kiss and his lips
traveled to Qui-Gon's arched neck.
The water continued to flow over the two heated bodies,
creating steam and an erotic setting. Obi-Wan slid lower into a
kneeling position. He glanced up at his master briefly, then
smiled and began to kiss the inside of his thighs.
"Obi-Wan...." There was a slight gasp.
"Yes, Master?" he asked in a sultry tone. Without waiting for
an answer, he took Qui-Gon's erection into his mouth; slowly at
first, sliding down until he was deep throating the other man.
From somewhere above he heard his master moaning his name. He
smiled a little, then concentrated on the task at hand. He slid
his hands around to grab Qui-Gon affectionately, then slid a
finger tentatively inside him.
"Ohgods!"
Obi-Wan slid off of his master's heated erection and blew on it
gently, thrusting deeper with his finger.
For Qui-Gon, the pleasure was intense. He could feel his legs
start to collapse underneath him, but he held on. He gasped
again as another finger entered him. His student stood and
kissed him passionately, thrusting with the two fingers; the
older man could barely kiss back. He started to slide down the
shower wall, but Obi-Wan held him there.
"Where are you going?" he asked, grinning.
Despite the constant water flow, Qui-Gon's lips were getting
dry. He gripped his student's shoulders and kissed him gently.
"Love... please..."
Obi-Wan slid his fingers out of his master's body; a shiver and
a moan followed. He reached up for the shampoo bottle, but
Qui-Gon took it from him. He placed a generous amount into his
palm and let the bottle fall to the shower floor. Without
preamble, he began working his student's neglected erection,
achieving a nice lather with the soap.
"Master..."
Qui-Gon leaned forward and nipped the Padawan's ear, tugging at
the lobe gently between his teeth. "Make love to me," he
whispered, then moaned again as the fingers reentered his body.
Somehow their positions we rearranged and Qui-Gon was pushed
stomach-side to the shower wall. He felt his student's fingers
leave him again, but before he could miss them, he felt himself
being filled with something larger. He braced himself against
the wall. Obi-Wan waited until they were both comfortable, then
began thrusting. He wrapped his arms around his master's body,
pressing little kisses between the shoulder blades.
Between the strong bond that they shared, the two climaxed in
sync, an orgasm so great they ended up on the shower floor
together, still connected. Out of breath and exhausted, Qui-Gon
used the Force to shut the shower off, then slid off of Obi-Wan
with a delightful sensation following. He dragged the Padawan
out of the shower and together they climbed into bed, not
bothering to dry off.
//I love you, Qui-Gon//
The older man smiled and held Obi-Wan close. "I love you, too,"
he whispered, kissing the other's forehead.
Obi-Wan snuggled into his master's chest and fell asleep,
snoring lightly. Qui-Gon smiled at him and kissed his forehead
again, then followed suit, his arms wrapped protectively around
his love.
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