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Summary: A night under the stars and another lesson learned.
Note: This story was inspired by and written for Destina, who
handed me this sweet wittle plot bunny. Thanks Destina and
please mam', may I have another? (eg) Also, many thanks to Kass
for the encouragement and tweaking.
The stars above T'symtera swirled overhead, dizzying in their
number, dancing slowly as the planet spun on its axis below.
Obi-Wan peered at them from his vantage point on a large patch
of thick moss, his cloak rolled beneath his head as a makeshift
pillow.
His Master lie beside him peering not at the stars but at his
lover's profile. Studying him as intently as Obi-Wan studied
the sky above.
"I've heard stories about how the power of the Force can move
planets from their orbits." Obi-Wan raised a finger and traced
the outline of the Joldala, a constellation that stretched
halfway across the nighttime sky.
Qui-Gon smiled indulgently. "The movement of any single planet
or star system is no match for the power of the Living Force,
this is true. But I doubt if any one adept could channel such
energy at will."
Obi-Wan shut his eyes tightly, a wicked grin crossing his
features. "Maybe if I concentrate, really, really
hard..." he joked.
Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. "You might then complete the JanG'al
without nearly taking my head off."
One hazel eye opened. "I didn't even come close."
"Within six millimeters to be precise."
A small sound, not unlike a snort. "I was in complete control.
Stopping a motion is easier than initiating it, Master."
Qui-Gon chuckled. Traced his finger over a delicate cheekbone,
following its line along a strong jaw covered with a slight
down of golden stubble. "I wouldn't be so sure of that.
Sometimes it is harder to be still than it is to move, Obi-Wan.
I'd say that if you were hard pressed to remain utterly
motionless and silent you'd have a much more difficult time of
it than you'd imagine."
Both eyes were open now, staring into dark blue ones. "Is that
a challenge, Qui-Gon?"
"If you wish it to be." A brief smile.
Obi-Wan grinned back. "Well, then, I accept."
Qui-Gon's lips quirked into an even broader grin. "Very well.
It's quite simple actually. All you have to do is lay there and
not move. Nor speak. No matter what." A warning glance. "And
trances are not allowed."
Mock indignation. "I have no need to cheat." A glint of a
challenge brightened an already sharp pair of hazel eyes. "Go
ahead, Master. I am ready."
Qui-Gon smiled as Obi-Wan settled back and took a deep breath,
picked a star as a focal point and concentrated on it. It
seemed easy enough; control was something he'd been studying
for years upon years of training. Even without using the power
of the Force, Obi-Wan felt confident that he could remain
motionless for any given amount of time.
Yes, it would be easy. Very easy.
"Let's see, where should I start," Qui-Gon mused. His voice was
deep and hypnotic; as dark and smooth as the sky above. "I
think I will tell you of the first dream I ever had about you
as a lover. As I recall, it was during your twentieth year, the
night after we returned from that miserable mission to Hoth. Do
you remember it, my love? Such a desolate place, made only
beautiful by your company."
Obi-Wan didn't answer but his mind betrayed him with a short
flash back in time. Back to a frozen plain with Qui-Gon's
strong arms embracing him tightly, his warmth keeping the
deadly chill at bay and Obi-Wan's heart had pounded with
reckless desire the entire night through, wishing for so many
things at once. Hoping ... praying ... waiting ...
He swallowed imperceptibly and refocused his attention on the
stars above as Qui-Gon's voice washed over him, as warm and
soothing as a summer wind.
"I went to sleep that night in my quarters expecting nothing
more than my usual slumber but I soon discovered that dreams
are strange creatures, my padawan. They make such perfect sense
within their own world and reliving them in the morning often
inspires mirth or bewilderment instead of clarity. But this one
was different ... so different. In this dream you stood before
me, unclothed, looking more beautiful than any human being had
a right to look. Without thought, I simply fell to my knees and
took you where you stood. In no time you were hot inside my
mouth, hard against my lips and you tasted wonderful."
Qui-Gon's voice turned thoughtful. "A bit like the sea, but
then again not. It was ... perfect."
Obi-Wan felt his breath hitch within his chest, but covered it
well. He increased his concentration, letting the star he was
focusing on blur and then sharpen again as the memory of
Qui-Gon's mouth upon him for the first time, hot and demanding,
filled his mental vision, along with a pair of dark blue eyes
staring up at him as he thrust helplessly, crying out and
then...
Easy ... Obi-Wan chanted to himself. This is all very easy.
"You didn't make a sound at first, it was almost as if you were
stunned. Then, I heard you. Such soft sounds and I swore I
could feel your fingers comb through my hair, urging me on. I
complied and as I worked you, practically devouring you whole,
you began to moan, bucking into me and I was certain I could
feel your heartbeat as one with mine. At last, you cried out
loudly and I swallowed you down, tasting your essence, reveling
in its heat and sweetness." A soft chuckle. "I'll freely admit
this dream made me as randy as any teenager and for the first
time in decades, I awoke still dreaming, assailing the pallet
and calling your name as I came, soiling nearly everything I
owned."
Obi-Wan heard the pounding of his own heart in his ears; felt
his mouth turn dry. He struggled not lick lips that were
suddenly parched and aching for contact. It didn't help one
damned bit that he could -see- Qui-Gon thrusting against that
damned pallet, his strong body still languid with sleep, his
eyes half-closed and...
Focus ... focus, he chanted silently. That's right. All you
have to do is focus.
Qui-Gon ran a smooth finger over Obi-Wan's damp brow, casually
pushing a stray lock back into place. "Now the next one was a
bit more complicated, dearest one. We were at the Feast of
Od'sisd and for some reason, I thought that clearing off the
dais and taking you right then and there was a good idea. We
were in front of the entire court, a huge array of people, and
yet they were hushed ... simply watching. Watching as you
arched beneath my kisses, listening as you murmured my name,
occasionally offering a bit of whispered advice or
encouragement, all of which I ignored of course. As you might
imagine, I was far too busy."
Obi-Wan began to shiver, his nails surreptitiously digging into
the moss as he kept his eyes fixed on the sky above. His body
turned traitor as his cock twitched to vibrant life, throbbing
between his legs, as hot and as hard as it had ever been.
He couldn't help but imagine the faces surrounding him and
Qui-Gon, some filled with soft amusement and others filled with
desire ... passion ... envy even. Hearing their whispers and
feeling the heat of their stares as he was taken before them,
without the slightest thought of shame.
His nails dug into his palms and Obi-Wan bit back the moan that
threatened at the back of his throat. Damn it, Qui-Gon...
"And when I entered you ... it was..."
Obi-Wan felt a soft kiss brush against his cheek; one that made
him tremble uncontrollably. He suddenly remembered every time
that he was filled, stretched to the point of ecstasy, and he
ached and throbbed along with the memory.
Oh, Qui-Gon, this isn't fair his brain insisted, no, not fair
at all. Damn it.
But Qui-Gon's soft voice continued, oblivious to any distress
on the part of the man beside him. "... it was beyond all
imagining, beloved. You were writhing below me, practically
wailing and you met me on every thrust, over and over again,
finally crying out my name as you reached release. It seemed as
though it would never end, my love or perhaps that's just what
I was wishing for."
Obi-Wan fought for control, struggling against the urge to bite
his lip, to yell at his Master or to simply give up. But his
pride forced him on, even as his body continued to follow its
own course of response.
One which had nothing to do with remaining motionless and
silent.
Another kiss, tracing the curl of his earlobe. "I suppose you
can't guess my most recent fantasy, can you, beloved? Do you
want to know what it is?"
Obi-Wan fought to control his breathing, which was turning into
shallow rasps. He could no longer help himself as the desire
within burned more brightly than any star above. He closed his
eyes and fought against nodding his head in defeat.
Of course, he wanted to know, but...
Qui-Gon's voice softened to a whisper. "It is to bid you to lie
still and silent beneath the stars of T'symtera while I tell
you of my dreams."
The stars spun out of focus completely as Obi-Wan turned toward
Qui-Gon, his eyes wide and bright, his entire body shaking with
desire. "You win," he rasped, before straddling his lover and
taking Qui-Gon's mouth beneath his own.
Ignoring the deep laugh that rumbled up from Qui-Gon's chest,
Obi-Wan practically tore away the clothing that separated them.
"Cheater," he growled between harsh, hard kisses. "You are a
cheater, Qui-Gon Jinn."
Another laugh, this one hearty and free. Obi-Wan felt himself
thrown back onto the moss and the welcome weight of his Master
covered him as soft, languid caresses were returned; far too
many to count.
"See, my beloved," Qui-Gon murmured between kisses. "There are
some forces that cannot be denied and resisting them is simply
impossible. Or ... " Another kiss, this one breathtaking in the
intensity of its adoration. "... simply unwise."
Oh, yes Master, Obi-Wan thought as the stars above shimmered,
then disappeared from view.
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