Spoilers: Minor reference to Jedi Apprentice books.
Feedback: Makes me shiver with delight.
Dedicated: To Bunny for the inspiration. Also to my dance
teacher, not that she'll ever know...
Thanks to my supreme Master Cincoflex for the wonderful
betaing.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to George Lucas. Just having
mind-blowing fun with them, not making money.
/So this is what the little imp had been hiding/ thought
Qui-Gon darkly, staring at the entrancing spectacle before him.
The two Jedi had arrived at Nyota a month before to assist with
the development of trade and commerce. The Nyotans had only
recently begun participating in active space travel and were
uncertain how the commercial rules and regulations shared by
most civilized cultures differed from their own. As a Jedi
mediator skilled in trade negotiations, Qui-Gon was assigned to
educate the Nyotans, helping to prevent any possible disputes
from cultural ignorance.
Unfortunately, the Nyotan society believed strongly in the
concept that each member of a couple had a place in a
relationship and that place was not together every day,
performing the same work. They correctly assumed that Qui-Gon
and Obi-Wan were a same-sex couple, a common relationship on
their world. They also accepted that the more dominant member
of a couple could be a woman, and the 'mate' would be the man.
However, they steadfastly refused to accept that two men could
work together to teach them, despite all Qui-Gon's
protestations.
"Let me see, I can relax with the mates and 'exercise and
gossip, as is mate's work' for a full month, or work like a
Lungarian bargerat trying to teach people how to price goods
based on changing market realities and bargain with strangers.
I wonder which I should do?"
"If you don't help me, it might take longer than a month."
"Oh my. Maybe two months of exercise and gossip. I don't know
if I can stand it."
Qui-Gon sent a couch pillow flying across the room to whap his
teasing apprentice in the head. Obi-Wan merely laughed and fell
back on the bed as his Master left to inform the relieved Trade
Master, grumbling that yes, indeed, his Padawan would accept
his proper station in life and spend his days with the mates.
The first day he returned to their rooms, Obi-Wan hadn't been
laughing. He was holding his sides, trying to massage his own
torso.
"Obi-Wan, are you all right?"
"I hurt, Master," he whimpered, kicking off his shoes and
curling into a ball on the bed. Qui-Gon ran a hot bath, pouring
in salts to soften the water. He dragged Obi-Wan out of bed and
undressed his unresisting body, letting him soak the aches out
while gently washing him. Qui-Gon had hoped that his caring
efforts would be rewarded with a leisurely round of loving, but
Obi-Wan had simply muttered a sleepy good-night and fell into a
heavy sleep, clearly exhausted.
The next morning, he was surprisingly evasive. "Exercise,
Master, just exercise. Gossip, lots of gossip. Some cooking and
cleaning," he responded to Qui-Gon's concerned questions. The
Jedi Master couldn't understand how an apprentice accustomed to
hours of grueling work-outs learning to properly wield a
lightsaber could have been so affected by the exercise style of
this world, especially considering Obi-Wan's spectacular
gymnastic abilities.
"It's just a different style of exercise, uses different
muscles," Obi-Wan responded, and distracted Qui-Gon with a
leisurely kiss before sending him off to meet with the Trade
Master and Trade Delegates.
Despite his banishment, Obi-Wan had been helpful throughout the
month as Qui-Gon whipped through his planned series of
lectures, determined to return to an atmosphere where his
apprentice's abilities could be appreciated. Obi-Wan absorbed a
different sense of reality and culture from the mates of the
Trade Master and Trade Delegates, and could often provide his
Master with interesting bits of information which enabled
Qui-Gon to understand why his lessons were occasionally
resisted. The month had been almost blissful. The two were
together, in a challenging but enjoyable atmosphere, with good
food and nice beds, and no threats of war or diplomatic
squabbles. Qui-Gon decided he could enjoy being an educator
rather than a mediator.
Now, sitting at the banqueting tables, Qui-Gon was the guest of
honor at an elaborate feast to thank him for his efforts before
the two departed in the morning. Obi-Wan and the other mates
had not been invited. The younger man insisted the exclusion
was acceptable to him, saying that Qui-Gon should not be
concerned for Obi-Wan's ego.
As after-dinner liqueurs were served, a low, pulsating music
began. The music was unfamiliar to Qui-Gon but he enjoyed the
rhythmic cadences. The mates entered from one end of the room,
dressed in gauzy cloaks of dark colors, moving to kneel before
their respective mates. Their expressions were identically
downcast and subdued, but Qui-Gon caught the blaze of mischief
Obi-Wan's eyes before he lowered his head in a bow.
The mates rose, releasing the clasps at their throats and
arching their backs so gravity made the cloaks slide off of
their shoulders and onto the floor in a rainbow of colors.
Underneath, they wore outfits in brighter colors which matched
their individual cloaks. All of them wore gauzy pants, but the
men had bolero shirts and the women halter tops. Obi-Wan's
cloak was dark blue and Qui-Gon decided his padawan was
absolutely ravishing in his sky blue outfit, which accented the
blue highlights in his eyes and the glints of gold in his hair.
Rising on their toes, the mates circled around the room, moving
into intricate arrangements. Sometimes they walked facing
forward, rolling through their hips so each body seemed one
long undulating curve. At other times, they walked sideways,
thrusting their hips forward over the leading foot or backward
over the following foot. The expressions on their faces were no
longer downcast and subdued, but the satiated look of a mate
well-loved. The music began sped up, the tempo increasing as
each mate stood again in front his or her partner, swirling
faster and faster, one hand overhead, cymbals on the fingertips
of both hands clicking wildly with the beat. Obi-Wan's padawan
braid constantly flicked his cheek as he snapped his head with
each turn.
The music hit a crescendo and ceased as the mates sank to their
knees, but the rhythm started again immediately. Qui-Gon had
eyes only for Obi-Wan, his beloved. Gracefully raising his
lithe arms above his head, Obi-Wan performed small tilts of his
head. His limbs dropped to shoulder height, held elegantly at
both sides as if to display his body. Rolling his shoulders,
the bolero swung with his motion, displaying tantalizing
glimpses of brown nipples.
The rippling motion flowed down the younger Jedi's body,
propelling his rib cage in a series of isolations and suddenly
Qui-Gon realized why his Padawan had been in such pain that
first day. The muscles of the body were simply not designed to
move so individually from each other. Gyrating to his feet
again, Obi-Wan's hips swiveled sensuously, twitching faster and
faster into a graceful blur as the speed of the music
increased.
/To hell with it/ thought Qui-Gon, at the moment so aching and
aroused that he was willing to risk any blistering lecture from
Mace Windu on the subject of Jedi dignity. He could even
withstand Yoda's ears pointing fully down combined with the
reproachful scold of his green eyes. The Jedi Master stood up
and walked across the low banqueting table, stepping between
glassware and plates. Wrapping one hand around Obi-Wan's bicep,
he pulled his love up into his arms. Obi-Wan went willingly,
adoration and delight in his eyes, wrapping himself around his
Master's torso, legs around his waist, slightly to one side of
the tall body. The two walked out of the hall, Obi-Wan already
nibbling at his ear.
"I have just embarrassed myself beyond all repair," Qui-Gon
stated ruefully, one hand using his Padawan's braid to pull his
head down into a kiss. Qui-Gon called upon the Force to help
hold the weight of Obi-Wan's body and avoid walking into walls
while their lips were sealed together.
"The Nyotans are a very sensual people, Qui-Gon. The Jedi will
be heroes after that display."
Qui-Gon groaned. "Then I had better ensure that I
receive any future assignments to this planet, to avoid other
Jedi hearing of my heroism."
"As long as you take me with you."
"Oh I intend to take you every way possible, Padawan. Tonight
and forever."
Obi-Wan smiled, well pleased with that answer. "So--do you want
to hear what the mates gossip about, Master?"
Qui-Gon groaned again. "After what you've been hiding, I'm
almost petrified to know. What do the mates gossip
about?"
"Size is the most intriguing subject, and they have been most
irritated that I won't reveal yours." One slim foot drifted
down, brushing lightly, indicating clearly what object was
under discussion. Qui-Gon hiked Obi-Wan's legs higher. He was
too aroused to handle such blatant physical teasing without
stopping and taking his apprentice against the wall right then
and there. "Mate Bunny thinks you're huge."
Qui-Gon decided it was beneath his dignity to groan for the
third time in five minutes and firmly yanked on Obi-Wan's braid
again to bring his pouting mouth to a kiss, silencing any
further comments until they reached their room.
Qui-Gon wanted to throw Obi-Wan down on the bed, to sink his
demanding erection into the warm recess of his padawan's
receptive body, but he knew that would be satisfying Obi-Wan's
teasing nature. The whole evening was obviously staged to force
Qui-Gon into a masterly display of dominance. So in order to
keep the upper hand in their relationship, he knew he had to
avoid doing the expected reaction. Unwrapping the legs from
around his waist, Qui-Gon fell back on the bed, taking Obi-Wan
with him.
"So, mate, pleasure me," he said idly, deliberately willing his
body to relax, attempting to ignore the revealing bulge in his
trousers.
Obi-Wan rested on the bed, on top of Qui-Gon. A disconcerted
flash in his eyes divulged that Qui-Gon had successfully turned
the tables on him. But Obi-Wan was both a fast thinker and
inventive. When a devilish grin lit his face, Qui-Gon feared
that ceding control of the circumstances may have been the
wrong move.
At first, Obi-Wan simply arched and swayed his body, weight
resting on his knees on each side of Qui-Gon's torso. When he
shimmied so softly, muscles barely moving, that the bolero took
a minute to slowly fall off, Qui-Gon was now more than
convinced he had made a tactical error. Obi-Wan rolled his body
to a standing position, rippling every muscle. Gazing down at
his Master, he loosened the tie at his waist, shimmying again.
The blue gauze pants drifted down his hips. The shimmy combined
with a bump and grind to coax the material over his erection
dug straight into Qui-Gon's balls. Now the Master knew he had
made a bad mistake. Better to satisfy his apprentice with the
expected reaction than be teased like this for eternity.
Grabbing Obi-Wan's calves, yanking him down and twisting,
Qui-Gon forced him to fall back on the bed, reversing their
positions.
"Master?" Obi-Wan laughed softly. "I thought you wanted me to
-"
"I can't wait," Qui-Gon gasped, maddened beyond caring who lost
this battle, pushing his trousers down to his thighs. "The lube
-"
"Don't wait--Don't." Obi-Wan raised his hips to Qui-Gon's
shoulders. "You won't hurt me."
The Jedi Master could only believe him. He sank his penis to
the base in his apprentice's willing body, amazed at the ease
of passage. The question in his eyes met the teasing glance.
"You'll be astonished what the mates taught me about muscular
control." Qui-Gon groaned as Obi-Wan squeezed him. "I'm going
to show you everything." Obi-Wan purred the promise.
Past rational response, Qui-Gon pulled back and thrust again,
establishing a driving rhythm. He tried to kiss Obi-Wan, tried
to caress him, but his desire was too frantic for coordination.
Removing the remainder of his clothes was impossible. He gasped
and moaned and shoved himself in the tight sheath, over and
over again. Obi-Wan laughed in his ecstasy, matching his pace,
milking his Master into a devastating climax as semen splashed
from his own penis to land on the fabric of Qui-Gon's tunic.
As soon as he could breathe again, Qui-Gon rolled on his side,
relieving the slender form under him from the burden of his
weight, glad that Obi-Wan achieved climax despite his own
desperate haste. The Jedi Master reveled in luxuriant
satisfaction, his body heavy and relaxed to the very marrow of
his bones. The tenseness which had grown since Obi-Wan had
first appeared, swiveling his hips had dissipated, leaving a
peaceful glow.
He felt Obi-Wan leave the bed and return with a warm cloth,
wiping sweat from his Master's face, his motions smooth and
caring. The tunic was loosened and pulled over his head, boots
coaxed off his feet, trousers tugged off. Qui-Gon accepted the
affectionate service before opening his eyes to fasten on his
lover's face.
"Did I hurt you so much, beloved?" he asked exhaustedly.
A mischievous grin flashed on Obi-Wan's face. "Couldn't you
tell I felt only pleasure?"
"I meant - when I rejected you as Padawan, when we first met,
and on the ship."
Obi-Wan gave him a quizzical stare, laying again on Qui-Gon's
naked form, propping his elbows gently on the elder's chest so
their eyes could meet easily. "Do you think tonight's
demonstration was to force you to prove your love to assuage my
insecure ego?" he queried lightly.
"Wasn't it?" Qui-Gon responded, wanting to be sure the youth
understood his own motivation.
"Qui-Gon Jinn," his apprentice said in an exasperated but fond
voice, "You are so dignified, so serene, so--Jedi-like." He
broke to place a string of kisses on the elder's face. "It
excites me to drive you beyond your control, to know you can't
restrain your passion. I could have come when you started
walking across the table, just from seeing the molten desire in
your eyes."
He interrupted himself to bite at Qui-Gon's thin lips, drawing
the bottom one into his month and sucking. "And that's not
because I was an insecure 13 year old. I'm a grown man and you
- you - out of control, burning for me, is the most erotic
sight in this universe." Qui-Gon licking at the cleft in his
chin distracted him but he forced himself to ask, "Believe me?"
"Yes," Qui-Gon whispered, touched and reassured by the passion
in Obi-Wan's statement. He cleared his voice to regain his
normal tone. "And now, mate, I believe you promised to show me
everything you learned about muscular control?"
Obi-Wan grinned wickedly. "Everything. Just lay back and let me
show you."
The blond head dipped, lips fastening on one of Qui-Gon's
nipples. The soft tongue circled the pebbled hardness, urging
an even tighter peak. Qui-Gon's large hands stroked through the
spiky hair as he wondered what element of the Force had made
him so lucky, to have been gifted with an apprentice so
dedicated, so talented, and so remarkably sensual. Obi-Wan
cherished the other nipple before licking a path down the hard
muscles of his Master's abdomen, exploring the ridges, tasting
the indentation of his navel. His journey was slow and
lingering, as he explored his favorite playground, taking
fleeting nips when least expected.
Qui-Gon returned the favor as much as his supine position
allowed, strong hands drifting over Obi-Wan's pale velvet skin,
tracing delicate circles, tickling pressure points he knew his
Padawan found arousing. He was fully erect by the time Obi-Wan
finally reached his cock, lapping the glistening drops.
Relaxing his muscles, Obi-Wan devoured the entire length into
the depths of his throat. Harsh groans issued from Qui-Gon's
mouth as he felt white teeth scrape the base of his cock. He
had never been swallowed so deeply and the sensation of wet
warmth enfolding him was exquisite. Clutching Obi-Wan's head,
thrusting into his mouth, he surrendered to a second
mind-blowing orgasm, hoping that he didn't choke his apprentice
with either his size or the volume of his semen, once again
driven beyond reason by Obi-Wan's amazing talent.
Barely able to move, he held Obi-Wan as the younger man pressed
their bodies together, rubbing his groin against Qui-Gon's hip
until his own enthusiastic response flooded the sheets. Taking
a teasing nip of Qui-Gon's ear, he murmured, "Two down. Several
more to go."
"Those two were very nice," Qui-Gon responded tauntingly.
"Very nice?!" Obi-Wan was definitely indignant at the bland
description.
"Very nice." Qui-gon repeated firmly. "--And Obi-Wan, after
you've shown me everything . . ."
A pouting noise was the only reply.
He opened his eyes so Obi-Wan could see the love and passion in
their blue depths. "You will have to teach me how to do
all of it."
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