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Summary: Obi-Wan recieves a refresher course of his zero
gravity training.
Note: Somewhere in the middle of an immense warnings/spoilers
discussion, a Challenge was handed out to have our boys
(Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn in the context of the list)
take advantage of their space travelling capabilities and have
some fun in zero G. Naturally, since I have a serious thing for
anything new and unusually, I had to take this one up! *S* So
here goes! Attribute any strangeness to the fact that, well,
I'm *me,* and it's *really* late! I don't use betas, but I've
got a spellchecker and a semi-functional brain, so I know this
is at least readable! *L* I actually wrote this in less than
five hours, which is highly unusual. *Prays the dreaded block
is over with, but doubts it* Anyhow, I'll throw it out there
and see what happens! Enjoy!
"If I may ask, Master -"
"Of course you may ask, Obi-Wan. A student must question to
learn." Qui-Gon interupted, remaining ever the teacher as he
floated, completely still beside his weightless Padawan.
"Yes, Master. Then why have you turned the gravity generaters
off?" Obi-Wan made a fine movement with his arms that spun him
around to face his Master. He had almost forgotten his zero
gravity training when his Master had suddenly released the
generators, setting everything not tethered, including Obi-Wan,
afloat. He'd had to reign in his moment's panic and adjust his
normally fluid motions into the tightly controlled twitches
required for precise movements in null gravity, one of the few
lessons Obi-Wan had not taken to with enthusiasm. He was
naturally athletic and tended toward sweeping, graceful motions
that would send him hurtling into a bulkhead if he was to try
any one of them now. So he took a deep breath and opened his
eyes slowly, managing not to feel nauseous. Until he focused in
on his Master.
Qui-Gon was meditating. Upside down. Or at least he was upside
down to Obi-Wan...and that meant Obi-Wan was upside down to
him. The Padawan's stomach rolled and he closed his eyes,
fighting to keep his all-too-recently lunch from exiting his
stomach the wrong way. His Master's hand on his shoulder at
once startled and soothed him as it pushed gently down,
pressing Obi-Wan's feet onto the floor. The young man opened
his eyes again and saw Qui-Gon standing on the ceiling, using
it to keep Obi-Wan levered down onto his feet. With movements
far more perfected than Obi-Wan's, he removed his hand from the
apprentices shoulder and twisted in slow-motion down to stand a
few feet away and to the side. Pushing off again, he let
himself bounce and land directly in front of his apprentice,
who was watching all these acrobatics with intense interest.
Normally Obi-Wan's unwavering focus on such observations
pleased his Master, but this was not to be a normal lesson,
apparently. "Close your eyes again, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon put a
hand over his Padawan's eyes, while cupping the back of his
haed to keep him still, the older Jedi moving as if the gravity
were absolutely normal. "Now. Concentrate. Feel your feet on
the ground and the position of your body in this place. Accept.
You are *here.* With your will, now, keep yourself here."
Obi-Wan relaxed as the words flowed over him. They'd exercised
their minds with these types of activities since the first week
of Obi-Wan's apprenticeship. The power of one's will when
backed by the Force could be immense if harnessed and used. He
fell easily into the half-trance of concentration that he'd
perfected under the tutolage of the man who now removed his
large hand from Ob-Wan's eyes. Now the apprentice reached into
the Force, building it up and setting it along his body and the
walls of this place, focusing his sense of the Force the filled
the spherical room of the space station. Nothing outside was
visible as he immersed himself and anchored himself in the
immediate, known space.
Smiling, he opened his eyes and saw those of his Master staring
intently back at him. Silently he executed several graceful
turns in midair, moving now with fluidity parallel to
Qui-Gon's, confident of his abilities, able to feel how every
tiny muscle effected his momentum and to compensate with small
pulses of enrgy, completely submerged in the Force the rolled
around him like salted ocean water. He marveled at his Master,
who approached him at a slow float. How was it the Qui-Gon
maintained this state so constantly? It seemed that, from the
sheer control and serenity his Master always exhibited, that
this state of supreme awareness must be about him at every
moment. He was about to ask when his Master reached him and
came to a halt, pressing two fingers over Obi-Wan's mouth. "It
is when you Master this realm of being, that you come to be in
it permanently. It will not longer be hard, or taxing on your
mind or body, it will just *be.* Now, hush." Qui-Gon smiled, a
brightening expression that Obi-Wan realized he had rarely ever
seen. His Master had smiled when Obi-Wan had performed well or
when they found themselves alive after a particularly horrible
mission, but that was a totally different smile. Fatherly and
warm, healing and reassuring.
This smile was...positively feral, hot and untamed like nothing
Obi-Wan had ever seen from his Master before. Qui-Gon
punctuated Obi-Wan's surprise by surging forward to kiss his
half-parted lips, soft and wet and given over completely the
second they felt Qui-Gon's against them. Until that moment,
Obi-Wan had never lost his hold on the meditative control he'd
gained, but for a split second his entire brain was reduced to
shambles by the elctricity of that kiss, the feeling of his
Master's tongue brushing along the inner lines of his lips. It
was long enough for his Master's unexpected movement to send
them floating quickely through the few feet to the wall, where
Obi-Wan's head hitting into the thinly-padded metal was enough
of a jolt to bring him back, panting and reeling, into
desperate control. He focused once again on his Master's
smiling face, now less wild, but still containing its fire
burning just below the surface. As awareness returned of his
environment and body, Obi-Wan felt his Master, whose
concentration had never faltered, slide the belt of his robe
out of its loops, letting it float away as if in perfect
crystal waters. His outer robe was next, its softness sliding
off of him as he wrapped himself in control again so that he
could help shrug out of the garment. Sensation spread
throughout his body as his mind filled with the Force, becoming
one with it. The slight chill of the space station air on his
naked chest, the delicious tightening and swelling between his
legs, and the man at the center of those wonderful feelings
beginning to undo the clasps on his loose trousers.
Obi-Wan was drowning. In sensation, in Force and power, and
sheer awareness. He moved to place his hands on his Master's
head, encouraging him to further his explorations, stroking the
soft, dark hair, richly highlighted with silver-grey, that he'd
always so loved to touch. On a whim, Obi-Wan pulled the band of
material free from that hair, letting it ebb and flow, moving
as he'd seen it move in the underwater exercises they sometimes
did at the Temple. The silver in it caught the light on the
stars outside the room and the bright lighting from within,
making it appear a prism of darkness and light flowing around
Obi-Wan's hands to brush against him. Just the feel of it,
loose and full against his oversensitized skin, made his cock
twitch. But he didn't falter this time, instead leaning his
back more against the bulkhead and giving himself over to the
dual sensation of heat and chill the enveloped him as Qui-Gon
pulled his trousers down and away, leaving Obi-Wan completely
exposed. His Master pushed off of the wall, floating back
several feet to simply take in the intoxicating image of his
Padawan, naked and flushed even in the chill of the chamber,
his cock stiff and ready for only him. He watched as Obi-Wan's
eyes fluttered open, clear and bright blue in their new
understanding, but at the same time with a glimmer of something
that could have been raw impatience.
With a hard shove, Obi-Wan luanched himself across the short
distance to his Master, slowing himself at the last minute,
pushing with Force to check his momentum and swing around to
catch Qui-Gon's tunic and pull it visciously down and off of
his arms and chest. Quick hands undid the wide belt and the
clasp beneath it, thrusting the heavy material away before
moving to begin on the thinner undershirt and trousers even as
his lips claimed Qui-Gon's again. Holding his control fast
around them, Obi-Wan pulled the older man to him, wrapping one
long, muscular leg around his Master's hips to hold them
together as he bared Qui-Gon's torso. Sliding down, Obi-Wan
traced the lines of muscles along the man's chest and them
stomach, moving downward, nipping and teasing until he reached
the rough material of the trouser's that still covered his true
destination. Two large hands rested on his head, running
through the short-cropped hair, massaging his scalp in tender,
soothing circles. Obi-Wan took a moment to nuzzle against the
hard bulge next to his cheek, kissing the heated head through
the thin material before he slid the clasp open and the
trousers down.
From above, Obi-Wan heard a low sound from deep in Qui-Gon's
throat, a sound like a half-formed moan that turned into a
growl through clenched teeth as the Padawan's tongue touched to
the slick head that bobbed in front of him. Those hands
tightened in Obi-Wan's short hair, pushing gently down and
making Obi-Wan chuckle lightly before kissing the hot head
again, tasting his Master, but not moving any further. Qui-Gon
moaned this time, full voiced and so passionate that Obi-Wan's
control threatened to shatter again. He gave in, snaking his
tongue down the underside of his Master's thick cock, stopping
at the base to nuzzle the hot skin there, nipping harshly at
the sensitive tissue of the man's scrotom and hearing his
breathe stop a second before shallowing to a pant.
With a low grumble, Qui-Gon yanked his Padawan up, the motion
sending them a few more feet off the floor before they locked
down full control again and stopped abruptly, face to face,
lips meeting and melting together. Qui-Gon's hands moved down
to his apprentice's ass, pressing the two men together at the
groin, grinding until the pressure was nearly too much. Obi-Wan
swore into his Master's mouth and mind as he felt his orgasm
approaching and pushed at the larger man's chest, moaning as
Qui-Gon gave no sign of letting go. He squirmed gently, careful
not to move abruptly and break either of their concentration,
twisting around until his back pressed into Qui-Gon's chest.
That thick, hot cock throbbed along the line of ass, drving him
insane as his continued thrusts and shivers moved the slick
head closer to his tight entrance.
He opened his eyes, twisting around to see his Master's face.
Qui-Gon's lips, half-parted and moist with kisses, begged to be
claimed again and were. Floating digonally, head about three
feet off the floor and feet pointed 'upward,' Obi-Wan set about
kissing his Master senseless, tearing him away from his
rational thoughts, or trying to.
Yet through even Obi-Wan's best attempts, Qui-Gon remained
aware of the increasing urgency in his apprentice. A hand slid
up Obi-Wan's chest to his neck, feeling the quick pulse there
and the vibrations of Obi-Wan's moans of need, slightly tinged
with an undiffined disappointment. The older man's voice was
raw, held close in check but still serene and soothing, coating
Obi-Wan's fraid nerves and easing his need if only slightly.
"Are you sure?" Qui-Gon's eyes showed clear and bright, but
worried, in the reflected starlight.
Obi-Wan smiled and stole another long kiss that revived both of
their cooled passion. "I've never been more so, Master."
Obi-Wan untwisted his waist and pressed back into his Master
for just a moment before he felt those large, warm hands on his
hips, positioning him. Obi-Wan could hear the smile in the
Jedi's voice as he whispered into Obi-Wan's ears. "Now is the
real test, Padawan." With those words he pressed forward,
slicked in his own precum, the pressure of his entrance sending
pain and pleasure through every nerve in Obi-Wan's body. They
gasped in tandem, slamming down their control, wading into the
flow of energy between them as Qui-Gon surged forward again.
Obi-Wan was stretched and filled, gritting his teeth as the
pain spiked and them melted into heat and overwhelming
pleasure. Qui-Gon held his apprentice against him with a firm
grip, keeping him still until his breath calmed and their
bodies adjusted to this new sense of one another. Spinning
gently, the pair coasted in the center of the room, Obi-Wan
taking a moment to marvel again at His Master's sculpted
features framed in flowing, untamed hair, arching away from his
lover and reaching back to run a hand up through its tangles
one more time before tunring his head and seeking out Qui-Gon's
willing lips.
It was Obi-Wan that began it, thrusting back tenatively and he
arched outward, flexing both their bodies beyond what gravity
had ever allowed them, into a circle of contact at the lips and
lower, where they were joined in powerful and perfect embrace.
That first thrust was followed by another, harder and less
awkward, sending jolts of passion along the curve of the young
man's spine and down to the tip of his cock. Qui-Gon wrapped a
strong arm around Obi-Wan's waist, just above his groin,
pressing in and down with it to add a glorious pleasure-pain to
his apprentice's esctasy. Soon, both of their bodies picked up
the slow rythm, Qui-Gon's hands running along the elegant
curves of his love's sides and down to cup the twitching
muscles of his ass even as he slid between them, body in
perfect time with his lover's, minds joined and working as one
to counter the building force of each thrust. As the pressure
and bliss increased, Obi-Wan moaned into his lover's lips,
receiving small noises of passion, grunts and whispers, and his
answer. They never broke their kiss until they were pounding
against one another, lashing out into the Force for the power
to fight their own momentun, their own heat and passion as it
built, folding out of itself, expanding and filling them.
Obi-Wan gasped, tearing his lips away from his lover's and
pulling himself hard against the solid, muscular frame behind
him, the sensations overwhelming him. He was filled and
fulfilled, torn apart and brought fully, completely together
all at once even as he exploded. Burning, pearly white fluid
erupted from his pulsing cock sending spasms into every muscle
in his body. He screamed in release as he felt a searing warmth
fill him and heard his Master's shout ring through the room.
Control shattered as every nerve overloaded and they were
spinning, falling into a world of intoxicating sensation and
pleasure.....and into darkness.
Obi-Wan drifted to wakefulness without even know the exact
point at which he'd changed over. The room was dark, the
softening blue-white glow that silvered everything it touched
streaming in from the starfield outside the room's floor-length
viewing windows. He blinked once...again...clearing his mind
and realizing faintly that the gravity must be back. He felt
heavy, tired and sluggish under the full weight of his own
body, but he quickly shook it out, shivering down the entire
length of his frame. Other thinks came startlingly into
realization. He was naked. Naked and laid out across the cool
surface of the cushioned floor - a floor perhaps made for
exercises not too different from the their 'exercises' of a few
hours ago. Had it been hours? He could still taste his
Master...
His Master...his lover. Obi-Wan smiled as he rolled onto his
other side and came to an abrupt stop, nose not more than an
inch from the face of the object of his musings, his body
suddenly pressed against another wram, vital frame. His smile
widened and was mirrored by Qui-Gon's - that stunning, rare
smile that Obi-Wan now knew was only for him. He desperately
wanted to see more of it and reached out to his Master, on arm
twining around his strong shoulder and lips moving in to kiss
him, slow and deep, tongue dancing on the edge of those lush,
wet lips until they parted and the kiss was deepened, sealed
and solidified into something whole. Slowly Obi-Wan's intense
need waned and, reluctantly, he pulled away from Qui-Gon's
lips, stilling his mind and his passion as he watched Qui-Gon
push himself up, his motions hinting at his fatigue as well.
Qui-Gon sighed and smiled again, this time in the way Obi-Wan
was more used to. "You've learned your lesson well, Obi-Wan."
"I don't know if that's wholly true, Master." Obi-Wan turned
modest as he too drug himself up off the floor. "I...at the
end..."
Qui-Gon closed the distance between them in one long stride,
pressing the length of their bodies ever so gently together.
His knuckles trailed down his Padawan's face as he wrinkled his
brow and looked intently into Obi-Wan's eyes. "That, Padawan,
was completely forgivable." Placing one final kiss on Obi-Wan's
lips, the Jedi Master pulled away. His command to the computer
for the lights to come back up several levels gave his
apprentice an enticing view of his body as he stretched and
flexed muscles made sore from the strain of their 'exercise.'
Rubbing his own shoulders, Qui-Gon cast his staring apprentice
a rare, playful and seductive glance from beneath his thick
eyelashes. "I think we best continue this another time,
Obi-Wan, or neither of us will be able to walk in normal
gravity for days."
...And then it hit him. Obi-Wan felt all around himself, the
nature of the place and the Force in it. "The gravity isn't
back on yet." Obi-Wan stood stunned as Qui-Gon plucked garments
from the air and attempted to reassemble them on his body, then
moving on to the futile task of retaming his hair.
He smiled and gave up on his hair, letting it do as it pleased.
"A very astute observation, Obi-Wan." There was humor there,
but Obi-Wan was still too stunned to comprehend.
The younger man fought for comprehension. "Then...but I'm
not..." Obi-Wan looked down at his feet, which seemed firmly
enough planted on the ground.
Again his Master crossed to him and silenced him with a hand
over his lips. The larger man leaned in, whispering in his
apprentice's ear. "I told you that when you Mastered it, you
would not see it. It would simply *be.* And so, it is." One
final kiss and Qui-Gon folded his arrms, back in the mode of a
Jedi Master prepared to reprimand his errant Padawan. "Why are
you not dresses yet, Obi-Wan. We have a meeting with the
Council of Twelve in less than five hours and I would like to
spend as much of this time as possible in...meditation." His
eyes twinkled at that last word, but his manner and expression
betrayed nothing.
Still, that one look made a more light-hearted, confident
Obi-Wan dress all the faster.
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