Summary: Qui-Gon finds something and wonders about his
apprentice. Sequel to Wanting.
Spoilers: Darth Vader: "Luke, *I* am your father."
Feedback is yummy and non-fattening.
Disclaimer: If they're not mine, then why do they insist upon
camping out in my head and demanding chocolate sauce?
Notes: I wasn't planning on doing a sequel to Wanting, which
was barely even a snippet. Bowing to pressure sent via e-mail
;) this came to me. Enjoy. Also written in celebration of the
video release of SW:TPM today! Yeeha!
Qui-Gon looked patiently through Obi-Wan's desk. His Padawan
mentioned that his datapad with information concerning one of
their previous missions lay somewhere inside. Obi-Wan's casual
'go ahead and look if you're not afraid of getting lost' did
not inspire him.
Aha, he thought to himself as he spied a likely object,
paydirt. He grabbed the pad and accidentally knocked over a
small bottle. As he righted the vial, he caught sight of the
label. It was a popular anal lubricant. Why would Obi-Wan
need... Qui-Gon caught himself. It's none of your business why,
old man. He quickly shut the desk drawer and left his Padawan's
room.
The Jedi Master thought he would go mad. Ever since he found
that lubricant, all he seemed to think about was Obi-Wan. Or
more specifically, Obi-Wan having sex, presumably with a man.
He began discreetly watching his apprentice to see who'd taken
his fancy. He started haunting the halls of the Temple
pretending he wasn't spying on Obi-Wan.
Get a grip on yourself, Jinn. Stop this adolescent behavior at
once.
Still, he couldn't help it.
Force save me from my own foolishness.
He steadfastly refused to examine why he was doing this.
Obi-Wan watched his Master sitting at the message console out
of the corner of his eye. For the past week, Qui-Gon had
behaved in a very odd manner. It took him half a day to realize
his Master was subtly quizzing him about who he spent his free
time with and where he went. He knew his Master trusted him.
Maybe this was just another test that he had yet to figure out.
Inwardly shaking his head, the young Jedi resumed his study of
Master Odan Urr's treatise on the nature of evil.
He suspects something is wrong, Qui-Gon thought to himself
noticing Obi-Wan's attention. It won't take him long to figure
it out. Or to ask. Sith! All I've managed to find out is that
Obi-Wan is basically celibate and doesn't appear interested in
anyone, male or female. So why would he need the lubricant?
Qui-Gon stood and stretched. He'd had enough for one day. "Are
you hungry, Padawan?"
Obi-Wan grinned. "Yes, Master."
"Good. Then you can fix us something to eat." Qui-Gon teased
giving his best innocent look.
Sighing heavily, as if very put upon, Obi-Wan abandoned Master
Urr and dutifully ambled to the kitchen. As he passed Qui-Gon,
he muttered something about lazy, slave driving Masters.
"What was that, my Padawan?" the Master asked mischievously.
"Just wondering what you would like to eat, Master."
The studiously innocent answer had an unexpected result.
/Why, you Padawan/ flashed through Qui-Gon's mind shocking him
out of his teasing mood.
Quietly he said, "Whatever you care to fix," before beating a
hasty retreat into his bedroom. Leaving a gaping Obi-Wan to
puzzle after him.
"Master?" Obi-Wan asked as they lay on the bed in the quarters
of their current transport.
"Yes, Padawan?" Qui-Gon shifted to find a more comfortable
position trying not to shove Obi-Wan out onto the floor.
"Have I done something wrong?"
Caught by surprise, the Master stared at his student. "No,
Obi-Wan. Why do you ask?"
"Well, at first, I thought you were testing me but now I'm not
so sure." Obi-Wan paused and saw his Master's patient 'go on'
look. "You've been watching me and I can't figure out why."
Qui-Gon winced in dismay then looked his student in the eye.
He'd never lied to Obi-Wan.
"Do you remember about a week ago when I had to look through
your desk for the Nresn mission reports?"
Obi-Wan nodded.
"While I was searching, I found a small bottle."
The younger man froze. He tried to quell his rising panic.
"I realize, Padawan, that you are an adult and what you do in
your free time is your business. But I couldn't help myself. I
had to know. You never seemed to partner with anyone and I
should have minded my own business." Qui-Gon heard himself
rambling and shut up before his leg joined his foot in his
mouth.
Silence reigned for many moments. Then, Obi-Wan spoke, "I
haven't... not with anyone." He gestured vaguely. "I was
waiting for the right person."
"Ah."
More silence.
With a feeling of dread, Qui-Gon asked, "Who were you waiting
for?"
Tempted to bury his head in the shared pillow, Obi-Wan took a
deep breath and suddenly locked eyes with his Master. "You.
It's you."
Qui-Gon stared deep into his Padawan's eyes. "Do you know, my
Padawan, that there is no fool like an old fool?"
"Master?"
"I never admitted to myself that I felt relieved when it
appeared that you were celibate. I never admitted that you have
grown into a beautiful man. I never admitted to myself that I
love you." Qui-Gon smiled gently and caressed the younger man's
jaw with his thumb. "All of that is true. I'm glad you waited
because I do love you."
"Oh. Oh! Master!"
"Qui-Gon," the elder Jedi insisted.
"Qui-Gon," the younger confirmed.
"I love you." Neither of them knew who spoke the words only
that they were true.
Obi-Wan pulled Qui-Gon closer to him saying in a husky voice,
"You know, Qui-Gon, there's more room on the bed if you lay on
top of me."
Qui-Gon chuckled. "How practical of you, my Obi-Wan."
"Also," Obi-Wan continued in his best imitation Master voice,
"we will be warmer without clothes. Skin to skin works better
on these chilly transports."
"Does it now," Qui-Gon murmured into Obi-Wan's neck. He nuzzled
just under the right ear. Judging from the young man's gasp it
was very sensitive.
"Y-yes. Master..."
"Qui-Gon," the elder reminded.
"Ma...Qui-GON!" Obi-Wan yelped as his Master gently bit his
earlobe. He unconsciously shoved his pelvis up only to be met
by the Master's downward thrust. "Qui-Gon. Clothes. Now."
"Patience, love."
"To the Sith with patience, I need you now," Obi-Wan panted.
Qui-Gon pulled back just enough to let his lover see the fire
in his eyes. "You will get me in due time and not a minute
sooner."
Their bodies continued to rock together and, despite Qui-Gon's
wish to move slowly, they could both feel their control
beginning to erode.
"Obi-Wan?"
"Yes, Qui-Gon?"
Two large hands grasped the neck of the Padawan's sleep tunic.
"You no longer need a sleep tunic."
Riiippp.
Obi-Wan stared at his normally calm Master in amazement before
grinning like an idiot. "Yes, Qui-Gon," he whispered
submissively. He turned wide eyes on his Master. "Do I still
need my sleep pants?"
Qui-Gon smiled in approval. "Absolutely not."
Riiippp.
"What about you?" He paused to rake his eyes over his Master's
form then deliberately said, "Master."
The way the young imp said 'Master' made Qui-Gon want to flip
him over right now and fuck him senseless. He was surprised
that neither of them had cloth burns as fast as he stripped.
Obi-Wan half moaned, half sighed in pleasure at the feel of his
naked soon-to-be lover. "Yeeesss. Much better."
Qui-Gon thrust against Obi-Wan's belly rubbing the younger
man's cock hard.
"Oh!"
The Master leaned down and fastened his lips to his lover's
letting his tongue roam when the mouth opened. He held
Obi-Wan's hands on the pillow beside his head. He forced his
lover's mouth to open wider and encouraged his tongue to come
out and play.
Obi-Wan wrapped his legs around Qui-Gon's waist wanting his
Master as close as possible. He returned the kiss with fervor
shuddering with pleasure when his lover sucked on his tongue.
Qui-Gon reached through the training bond to access his lover's
mind. There, he felt Obi-Wan's welcome and saw every cherished
fantasy of him the young man had. Mentally, he thrust into
Obi-Wan's body swallowing the accompanying moan. His body
continued to grind and thrust against the younger man's eager
form.
/Yes, Qui-Gon. Yes. That's what I want/
/Eventually, my Obi-Wan. We will get there/
In their minds, Obi-Wan encouraged the taking of his body with
pleading little moans and breathy pleas.
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon gasped.
He couldn't resist the image. With a tendril of the Force he
eased his way into Obi-Wan's body. "This is what you want from
me?"
"Yes, oh yes. Qui-Gon!" He shouted as his lover massaged his
prostate and his cock spurted his come between their
sweat-slick chests.
The Master kept stimulating the little gland as he pushed
harder against Obi-Wan's spent cock enjoying the jerking body
and quavering moans. He raked the Force touch across the
prostate as he finally gave up control and his come joined the
wet evidence of Obi-Wan's second orgasm.
"Did you like that, my love?" Qui-Gon asked when they surfaced
from their euphoria.
"Yes. I'm glad you found the bottle, Master." Obi-Wan grinned
suddenly. "Qui-Gon, do you realize that now when I call you
'Master' it will have two meanings?"
"Hmm, so it will." He paused, then growled in the young man's
ear. "My... apprentice."
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