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Notes: This was written in reply to a fic challenge posted to
the Sith_Chicks by Foxglove, unfortunately for me, PWP plot
bunnies all have big, sharp pointy teeth!!
Synopsis: Qui-Gon in a kilt - smut ensues!!
Disclaimer: The cute Jedi belong to George Lucas, all glory to
him for creating this universe in the first place. May the
goddess bless whoever came up with the idea of kilts in the
first place!
Now, repeat after me - not mine, George's, I make no money, so
please don't sue!!!
It was a beautiful, hot day on the planet of Dormea.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan to Master Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn lazily
turned on his back and continued to float across the large
pool.
His master and he had been called to the planet to mediate in
the biannual trade negotiations for the Rebieff sector.
The negotiations were going extremely well. So well that the
hosts of the conference had decided to call for a day of rest
for all concerned.
The sun was shining, the weather warm and it seemed such a
waste to spend all the time cooped up in the confines of the
conference halls.
All the delegates (and their mediators) welcomed the
suggestion. After all, it was not every day that the
opportunity was presented to rest in such beautiful
surroundings.
#Now if we could only persuade the Council to send us on more
missions to places such as this. # Obi-Wan thought, righting
himself in the pool.
Set in a secluded garden, the pool and the surrounding greenery
were attached to the quarters assigned to them by their hosts.
After quartering in mud huts, crowded palaces and ice caves,
the verdant luxury of their quarters was simply wonderful.
Obi-Wan slowly moved through the water to the side of the pool.
He looked over to where his Master sat.
Qui-Gon Jinn had decided to take things in a relaxed fashion
for the day.
He was seated in the shade of one of the huge monsip trees that
lined the garden, quietly reading one of those dry historical
texts that he loved so well.
He had chosen to follow local custom and dress in a manner
befitting the weather. A simple kilt made from local cloth, and
nothing else.
It had taken nearly all of Obi-Wan's control that morning not
to drag Qui-Gon back to their shared bed, when he caught sight
of him. Obi-Wan used to think that Qui-Gon always looked at his
most beautiful in his full Jedi uniform or nothing but a smile.
Now he had a third state of dress with which he could use as
material for his fantasies. That kilt.
The simpleness of the design brought his beauty into such sharp
relief that it made Obi-Wan's breath catch in his throat.
And something stir in his swimming shorts.
Out of deference to decency (and because he didn't want Qui-Gon
to think that he was a shameless show-off) Obi-Wan chosen
instead of bathing naked, as he had done on countless other
occasions, to wear a pair of close fitting black swimming
shorts.
Right now, all he wanted to do was to slip out of said shorts
and into something more appealing... like his Master.
Obi-Wan stared over the ledge of the pool, at the peaceful
scene in front of him. He spotted a small bottle sitting on one
of the tables. If it was what he thought it was, then it would
fit his plans perfectly.
He pulled himself out of the water and padded over to the chair
where he had left his towel.
Slowly he dried himself off, He could sense Qui-Gon's heated
gaze on his skin, but chose, with difficulty, to ignore it.
He had other ideas.
Once dry he neatly folded the towel and placed it onto the
table. Obi-Wan picked up the bottle and walked over to where
his master sat.
"Enjoy your swim, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked in greeting as his
Padawan knelt near his outstretched legs.
"It was most relaxing" Obi-Wan commented, settling himself near
his Master's feet.
"I may go for a dip later" Qui-Gon commented. Obi-Wan salted
the mental image of his love naked and wet away. It would help
while away long nights of enforced celibacy.
Obi-Wan opened the bottle of protective lotion and poured a
liberal amount into his hand. Despite the fact that the sun
could do no permanent damage to them, sunburn was always a
terrible passion killer. Best to take precautions.
#Where to start?# He pondered.
Obviously with the legs, but where? Not the feet, although he
knew that Qui-Gon liked nothing more than having his feet
touched, it would destroy his... enjoyment. So he started in
the next best place, Qui-Gon's ankles.
Qui-Gon looked away from the intricacies of the political
situation facing the Republic at the time of the Sith's fall,
when he felt the cool touch of oil on his ankles. He saw his
apprentice massaging the protective oil into his skin.
Although it was not truly necessary, since he had already taken
appropriate precautions against sunburn earlier, he decided to
simply sit back and let Obi-Wan get on with it.
After all it was too beautiful a sight to waste, for it wasn't
all that often that he was treated to the sight of his Padawan
nearly naked in public, was it?
So he leaned back on the monsip tree, closed his book and
relaxed into his love's touch.
Obi-Wan concentrated on kneading the muscled flesh of Qui-Gon's
calves. Through their shared bond, he could sense his love's
relaxation. He thanked the force that Qui-Gon had the good
sense to send him on a massage course some years before.
Admittedly, he never thought that he would be putting the
experience into practice in such a fashion.
With firm strokes, Obi-Wan covered the flesh with oil. He
looked up from his task a moment to discern the effect he was
having.
Qui-Gon sat there perfectly relaxed, almost to the point of
bonelessness. Obi-Wan smiled at the image his mind supplied.
His love caught sight of that smile and asked him what was
making him smile.
"You" Obi-Wan whispered out loud, love and desire colouring his
voice. "You look like a contented feline, sprawled out like
that"
Qui-Gon smiled widely. "Can you blame me?" He replied.
Obi-Wan paused to pour more oil onto his hands. "No, not
really!" he replied smiling.
He returned to his task with vigour, concentrating now on the
remaining skin that was left uncovered by the kilt, consisting
solely of Qui-Gon's knees.
Obi-Wan used gentler motions to cover the skin of the joints
and was well rewarded by his love's laughing.
"Why Master, I never knew that you had ticklish knees!" Obi-Wan
replied playfulness rife in his voice.
He scraped short nails over the joints, leaning forward as he
did so. Padawan plait caressing the oiled skin of Qui-Gon's
calves.
The moan of pure pleasure from Qui-Gon was more than enough for
Obi-Wan's body to react once more, pressing against the cloth
of the trousers that he wore, demanding release.
"Has anyone told you that you can be such a tease?" Qui-Gon
whispered, reaching forward to caress his love's cheek.
"Am I?" Obi-Wan answered mischievously.
He shifted himself so that he straddled his master's lower
legs, effectively trapping him.
Obi-Wan slipped one oil-slicked hand under Qui-Gon's kilt,
caressing gently the skin of his thigh.
"Don't you like it when I tease you?" Obi-Wan whispered
seductively. "Don't you enjoy the anticipation of making love
to me?" Before the other man could make a reply, he leaned in
closer and placed a gentle caressing kiss on the side of the
mouth, moving his hand along the satiny skin of Qui-Gon's
thigh, eliciting another moan of pleasure from the older man.
Obi-Wan asked the Force to bless the beaurcrat who had assigned
them such secluded quarters. It would not do their image of
stoic calm and control any good for anyone to find them
engaging in anything resembling pleasure...
He shifted his body forward slightly, his hand steadily moving
higher up Qui-Gon's leg.
Until it met resistance.
Obi-Wan smiled seductively at his relaxed and increasingly
aroused Master. Instead of pulling his hand away, Obi-Wan
caressed his discovery.
"So Master" he whispered "You decided to follow the traditional
path and wear nothing."
Qui-Gon's only response was a low moan. His Padawan's erotic
caressing of his legs and now his testicles had caused all
rational thought to flee like scalded felines.
Obi-Wan leant in closer, placing another gentle kiss on the
side of his lover's mouth, his hand never leaving it's task of
caressing Qui-Gon's sac.
Twilight blue met storm grey over caressing hands. Obi-Wan's
hand moved ever slightly upward, entwining itself around the
length of Qui-Gon's phallus.
Qui-Gon's eyes sparked with desire.
#Obi-Wan!# Qui-Gon whispered mentally, all physical ability to
talk fled. #The Dormeans usually take a midday nap.... Would
you care to join me?#
Obi-Wan grinned, sleep seemed to be the last thing on his
master's mind.
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