Rating: NC-17 (Got a definite flair for this kinda thing. You'd
all probably laugh if I told you that I've never had a date in
my life! {taps fingers on keyboard} Hold down the giggles
there, guys and dolls. I can hear 'em from here.)
Archive: Master & Apprentice, anyone else who wants it,
take it, just leave my name attached, or I shall be forced to
Fidgie you. (Dead fish + wedgie = Fidgie. Now, ain't that a
lovely mental image?)
Warnings: I am, therefore this fic was hatched from my gray
clay. That's about all I need to say.
Summary: Two Jedi, a party, and a mischievous matchmaker who
loans 'em the use of his hammock. HEE hee hee.
Disclaimer: Waaaaaahhhhh!!! I don't own 'em! Lucas does!
sniffles Well, he owns Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. I own
the other dude. At any great flaming rate, no money is being
made off of this. It happened because I took my Daddy to the
doctor's, and there was nothing else to do. After all, how many
times can you read the same Reader's Digest over and over
again? Okay! My point! Umm . . . ahhh . . . I had a
point here, somewhere . . . Oh, yeah! (ahem) "Please don't sue
me for playing with the boy-toys of Star Wars. Thank you."
Author's Note: No beta'ing, so my mistakes are my own, and
since I was also using my own gray clay - substandard though it
be - that's my fault, too. The rest of the universe can handle
itself. Oh, and one more thing: In this story, you'll see a
reference to an animal called a "zanjabil". In Earth terms,
think "ferret". "Weasel," even.
Feedback: Rogue: (holds a lightsaber pointed at the reader)
Stand and Deliver! (Common Sense whaps self upside head) CS:
Lawrence Olivier you ain't, girl! Rogue: Your
point? I still got the message across that I'd like some
feedback. CS: Yeah, okay, that does make sense. Rogue: Glad
one of us does . . . CS: @$#&!@$#!!!!!!!!! Rogue:
Hoo-yah! Such language.
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"Obi-Wan, I'm not at all certain about this."
Qui-Gon glanced down at his young Padawan as they approached
the home of a friend of Obi-Wan's. The younger Jedi had been
invited to a party being given by the friend, a certain Clayan
Masri. Obi-Wan had been told to invite any guest or guests he'd
care to bring. Naturally, the Padawan had then done his very
best to convince his master to join him. After his apprentice
had gotten through with him, Qui-Gon hadn't the strength to
deny Obi-Wan anything.
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes up at his master and lover. "Why not,
Master?"
"Everyone here is around your age. I'm afraid I'm too old for
this crowd," Qui-Gon replied as he scanned the party crowd as
they were let into the home of Obi-Wan's friend.
"Master, we've been over this," Obi-Wan said, fondly
exasperated. "You are not old, as we've proven time and
again."
Before Qui-Gon could respond to that, a handsome young man came
striding up to them. He was Obi-Wan's height, trim and lean. He
had hair cut in the same style as Obi-Wan's, only about five
inches longer, and colored a shocking coral pink with a patch
of bangs shaded an eye-blinding electric blue. He had blazing
violet eyes and an engagingly arrogant grin. He was dressed all
in black leather: boots, tight pants, and a tight, simple
leather vest that showed off his lithely muscled physique
superbly.
"Hey, Obi-Wan!" the young man half-yelled, grabbing the young
Jedi and hugging him. "How's it goin' mighty, mighty,
Jedi-man?"
Qui-Gon watched as his lover and apprentice hugged his friend,
laughing as he replied that he was fine. Even as Qui-Gon
admired the young man's colorful beauty, he was also slightly
jealous at the irritating familiarity with which the two young
men hugged.
"We're just fine, the both of us," Obi-Wan stated, turning to
include his master in the conversation with a sly grin. He had
felt Qui-Gon's slight jealousy over their link. "But how about
you, Clayan? Are you okay?"
"No one can prove that," Clayan replied with a wild grin. "But
if you're okay, then why the tight face, Ace?"
"No particular reason," Obi-Wan said, shrugging, not wishing to
embarrass his master by telling of their ongoing argument.
"Then knock it off, huh, Kenobi? You look like a deranged
zanjabil."
At that, Obi-Wan laughed and Qui-Gon's eyebrows went up in
surprise. It wasn't often that the Jedi were treated with such
playful familiarity.
Clayan grinned wickedly and slung an arm around Obi-Wan's
shoulders and said, "So, introduce me to your date! I'm always
ready to greet anyone you bring near me with enthusiasm."
"I'm warning you now, Masri, you'd better not kiss this one,"
Obi-Wan growled playfully, then waved a hand in Qui-Gon's
direction as he added, "Clayan Masri, meet my Master, Qui-Gon
Jinn. Master, my friend, Clayan, owner of the house, party
host."
Qui-Gon bowed to the young man, who in turn clutched his chest
and gasped theatrically, to which Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow.
"Hah!! I finally get to meet the Great Jinn! Miracles
never cease!" Clayan said, grinning.
"Obi-Wan has spoken of me, then?" Qui-Gon said, a slight smile
curling the corners of his mouth as he glanced at his Padawan.
"Only every time we get together to chat," Clayan stated.
"You're easily the main topic of conversation. Why, the
soliloquies Obi-Wan indulges in, mooning over you with big cow
eyes -"
"End of song, Masri," Obi-Wan cut in with a warning
growl.
Clayan gave his friend a wide-eyed look of innocence as he
said, "But, I haven't even hit the first note yet, Obi!"
"It'll be a high note if you keep singing," the Padawan
stated with a wicked grin.
Clayan blinked twice and then said, "How odd. My train of
thought seems to have de-railed. Hundreds of neurons killed or
injured . . . details coming in as survivors are located . . ."
"Now, that's a shame," Qui-Gon replied easily, smiling at the
two young men. "I would have liked to hear more on that
subject."
Obi-Wan's eyes glittered as he sent a mental snort over their
link.
Qui-Gon suppressed a grin.
Clayan glanced at the two of them and hid a grin of his own.
Then he turned so that he could slip an arm through Obi-Wan's
and another through Qui-Gon's and led them deeper into the
house. "Come on, O Great Jedi Men," he said with a wild grin on
his mobile mouth. "It's party time!"
Obi-Wan grinned as Clayan sidled up to him.
"So, enjoying the party?" Clayan asked as Obi-Wan carefully
selected to mugs of punch from the buffet table.
"I am," the young Jedi said, "but Master Qui-Gon is a
little uncomfortable. He stated that he's feeling like a
middle-aged mother hen chaperoning the younger flock."
"He can't be old if he puts up with you easily
enough."
Obi-Wan blinked and then grinned. "I don't know whether to
laugh or be insulted."
"Insulted, definitely. You give a better reaction when your
fuzz gets ruffled," Clayan replied with a teasing grin. "But
speaking of ruffled reactions, how'd you like to mess up your
master's fuzz?"
The Padawan stared at his friend for a long moment, then said,
"What are you thinking?"
"A lot of it is unsuitable for a Jedi, but the rest of it
involves you, your oh-so-handsome master, and the new
extra-wide hammock out in my recroom," Clayan replied with a
mischievous grin.
Obi-Wan's eyes flared wide and then he glanced over at his
master, who sat serenely in the corner, waiting for him to
return with their drinks. Then he looked at his friend and
said, "I don't know, Clayan. As Jedi, we have to be discreet .
. ."
"Oh, sure, listen t' you, Kenobi," the black-clad young
man scoffed lightly. "You're an official Jedi for all of
five minutes an' you already sound like an old
man." As his friend glared at him, he continued. "I've
already locked and coded the room, Obi. I had a feeling this
might happen. Just take him in there, lock the door, set the
sound damper, and loosen the two of you up."
Obi-Wan thought about it for a long moment, then grinned widely
at his friend. "Thanks, Clayan. How can I ever thank you for
this?"
Clayan grinned at him. "Threesies?"
"No."
The black-clad young man laughed and then said, "Just kidding,
Kenobi. This is a purely selfish offer I'm making anyway. I
don't want anyone to walk out of here and claim they didn't
have some fun at my party."
Obi-Wan just laughed and turned to go back to his master.
Qui-Gon looked up as Obi-Wan returned empty-handed. He raised
an eyebrow. "I can see the table is littered with drinks, my
Padawan. What's going on?"
"A surprise, my Master," Obi-Wan replied with a grin as he held
out his hand to Qui-Gon.
"Oh, really?" Qui-Gon said as he took his lover's hand and
allowed himself to be pulled up. "Will I like this surprise?"
he asked as he was led out of the room.
"I sincerely hope so, Master," was the reply.
They stopped outside a locked door. He watched in faint
amusement as Obi-Wan entered a code and the door slid open. He
entered the room, followed by his Padawan, who locked the door
behind them. Blessed silence closed in around them and he
sighed quietly, letting go of the tension that had been
creeping in on him.
Then Qui-Gon took a look at his surroundings. They were in a
darkened room lit only by the lights of Coruscant. He could see
scattered bits of furniture and a large, comfortable-looking
hammock that appealed to him.
Obviously, the idea of it appealed to Obi-Wan as well, because
a moment later he felt the young man's arms wrap around him
from behind as a smaller, slender, very warm body pressed all
up the length of his backside.
Smiling, he placed his hand's over Obi-Wan's as he felt the
younger man lay his head against his shoulder blades. "Was
there something you wanted, Obi-Wan?"
"Yes, Master," the muffled voice replied. "You."
"Ah, I see. Any particular order?"
"Naked is fine." Even as Obi-Wan spoke, his hands dropped to
his master's belt, undoing that, then unwinding the sash.
Qui-Gon chuckled, his heartbeat speeding up in anticipation as
he turned in his beloved Padawan's arms. Leaning down, he
kissed Obi-Wan with an lusty urgency and whispered against the
younger man's mouth, "This wouldn't have anything to do with
that conversation I saw you having with Clayan, would it?"
Obi-Wan smiled breathlessly beneath his master's mouth and
whispered back, "Possibly."
"Padawan . . ."
Obi-Wan laughed and said, "I set the sound damper like he
reminded me to. This is his way of ensuring that you actually
enjoy yourself at his party."
"By offering a room for us to make love in? I like the way that
young man thinks." As he spoke, Qui-Gon was also removing his
Obi-Wan's clothing, kissing both shoulders as they were bared,
nipping gently at the younger man's neck.
Obi-Wan shivered and then set about doing the same for Qui-Gon,
pressing soft, sliding kisses over the taller man's chest,
leaning up to nibble and kiss at the strong column of Qui-Gon's
neck. He nipped gently, almost purring as he said, "I love your
neck, Master. It's highly appealing."
Qui-Gon moaned low in his throat as his hands swept slowly up
and down Obi-Wan's back and then he pulled the younger man's
face up to kiss him deeply, his tongue tasting and stroking his
beloved into a squirming frenzy of want.
The apprentice reached down and cupped his hand between
Qui-Gon's thighs, stroking his palm slowly over the bulge in
the older man's trousers. Qui-Gon's breath hissed out between
his teeth and then he rested his forehead against Obi-Wan's,
closing his eyes as he breathed, "Force, I love it when you do
that, love."
Obi-Wan smiled. "I know." Gently, he stepped back, then
unfastened Qui-Gon's trousers and began working them down over
the taller man's hips, the hardened shaft springing free in
front of his face as he bent lower and lower. He unstrapped
Qui-Gon's boots and pulled them off, then pulled off the
trousers so that his master and lover stood naked before him in
all his glory.
He stepped back to look for a few long moments and Qui-Gon let
him. Then the older man smiled with barely leashed need and
stepped forward to do the same for his young lover. But instead
of getting to his feet when Obi-Wan was finally unclothed, the
Jedi Master remained on his knees, looking up to meet Obi-Wan's
gaze as he took his lover's throbbing length on his tongue,
closing his wet, heated lips around the pulsing shaft and
sucking softly.
Obi-Wan threw back his head and let out a strangled moan as his
hands flitted through the air like startled birds before coming
to rest in Qui-Gon's hair. He held tightly to his master's
luxurious silver-brown hair his hips unconsciously thrust
forward, moving himself in and out of Qui-Gon's mouth, which
was sucking harder and stronger on him, the searing tongue
leaving trails like a firebrand on his flesh.
Qui-Gon reveled in the pleasure he was bringing his young lover
that was shared over their link. Lifting his large, graceful
hands, he gently cupped Obi-Wan's flanks, stroking his buttocks
and thighs with slow, smooth touches as he pulled the throbbing
cock deeper into his mouth, deep-throating the younger man.
"Qui . . . Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan gasped, shuddering as he felt his
master's hands slip around to spread and probe between his
cheeks.
Qui-Gon's eyes met his, heavy-lidded, yet with a lifted eyebrow
to ask what Obi-Wan wanted.
"Stop. I want to . . . love you," the younger man moaned,
holding onto his control as tightly as he could.
With one last stroke of his mouth, Qui-Gon pulled back from his
lover's cock, which now glistened wetly in the faint light, and
placed a reverent kiss to the leaking tip. Then he gracefully
got to his feet and stood before Obi-Wan, framing the slender
face between his large hands, holding his beloved still for a
deep kiss that conveyed his love for the younger man.
Obi-Wan sighed tremblingly into Qui-Gon's mouth and then began
to gently push him back towards the hammock.
Qui-Gon went willingly and when he felt the edge of the hammock
against the backs of his thighs, he steadied the hammock with a
touch of the Force and lowered himself upon it so that he was
stretched out sideways across it. Then he relaxed his hold on
it and the hammock swayed gently beneath his weight as he
looked up at his apprentice.
Obi-Wan gave him a feral, mischievous grin and then he bent so
he could place kisses to Qui-Gon's belly and his thighs,
running his tongue along the sensitive skin on the insides,
moving up to finally take his lover's well-endowed manhood into
his mouth.
Qui-Gon groaned deep in his throat and his hands fisted at his
sides as he luxuriated in the sensation of that hot, wet mouth
engulfing his enflamed cock.
The Padawan smiled as much as he could around his large
mouthful and then gently set the hammock to swaying so that
Qui-Gon moved forward in and out of his mouth so that neither
of them had to use their own power.
Qui-Gon gasped loudly and moaned again as he writhed, his hips
grinding into the hammock as his legs lifted to drape over
Obi-Wan's shoulders. When the hammock started to slow, he used
his legs to pull himself into Obi-Wan's mouth, then back out
again, then back in, as Obi-Wan increased the suction and the
movements of his tongue. Qui-Gon shuddered hard, fighting for
control as Obi-Wan stroked the entrance to his body. Finally,
he cried out, "Enough, Obi-Wan! Or else you'll unman me, and I
want to share it with you."
Obi-Wan released his master with a smile and then padded over
to his belt and pulled out the small vial of lubricant he
carried with him. At Qui-Gon's amused, incredulous expression,
he grinned and shrugged as he said, "You never know when it'll
come in handy."
"I am glad you are finally learning some foresight, my love,"
Qui-Gon purred with a grin as he beckoned Obi-Wan to come to
him.
The younger man snorted, grinning, then padded back over to the
hammock. He handed the vial over when Qui-Gon reached out his
hand for it.
Qui-Gon moved, shifting himself so that he lay lengthwise along
the hammock now, and he motioned for Obi-Wan to join him. When
the younger man straddled him, Qui-Gon slowly oiled his own
cock, then reached between Obi-Wan's legs to oil the entrance
to his body, his blue eyes sparking with a renewed ferocity of
his desire when Obi-Wan bit his lip and rubbed himself against
his hand. Then he lifted the younger man over him and slowly
impaled Obi-Wan on his turgid cock.
Obi-Wan moaned at the sensation of Qui-Gon filling him.
Shivering, he looked down at his lover and said softly, "What .
. . what now, Qui-Gon?"
"Now, Obi-love, you swing," Qui-Gon replied, his voice deep and
velvety soft.
"Which way?"
"Every way."
Obi-Wan moaned sharply then and began a rolling motion that
moved him forwards and backwards; up and down, and side to side
as the hammock swayed gently beneath them. They couldn't move
too fast or they'd be tipped out of the hammock and onto the
floor, so the slower pace was an exquisite torture to them
both.
Qui-Gon gripped Obi-Wan's hips in his hands, his teeth clenched
as he ground upwards into his lover's body, the muscles
clenching tightly around him. He really didn't know how much
longer he was going to last. He took hold of Obi-Wan's
throbbing cock and pumped it hard and fast, even as he kept to
the slow rhythm inside the younger man's body.
Obi-Wan cried out at the differing sensations and speeds and he
bucked hard against Qui-Gon's hand and then ground down onto
his lover's cock, his muscles clenching tightly inside. A few
more hard strokes and then he screamed Qui-Gon's name as he
came, his muscles clenching convulsively around Qui-Gon as he
spurted his seed over the stroking fingers and Qui-Gon's chest
and belly.
The shared passion was too much for Qui-Gon and he let out a
deep roar as he arched up into Obi-Wan's trembling body and
emptied himself inside him, strangled groans forcing themselves
out of his throat as he throbbed like a steam hammer in
Obi-Wan's heated depths.
Obi-Wan collapsed on top of Qui-Gon, the both of them breathing
harshly as they attempted to draw air into their overworked
lungs, arms wrapped around each other.
They lay there in the hammock for a little while, just dozing.
It was a while later when the door opened quietly and someone
entered the room, their non-malevolent presence gently rousing
them from sleep.
"Mmmmnnnuhh?" Obi-Wan grunted as he pried his eyes open to
slits.
"Rise an' shine, lovebirds," Clayan's voice said, floating
through the darkness of the room. "The party ended a couple of
hours ago. I suggest you guys get cleaned up and get back to
the Temple before you're missed. It's not like any of us
need a Jedi Posse comin' in here to hunt ya down."
The two Jedi groaned and stretched their abused muscles and
then Qui-Gon lightly stroked Obi-Wan's back, echoing the
pleasure the young man was radiating as he grunted, "Great
party, Mr. Masri. We must do this again sometime . . ."
Obi-Wan giggled sleepily against his chest while Clayan laughed
outright. Then he left the room as the two Jedi climbed out of
the hammock and made use of the water, cloths, and towels he'd
brought to them so they could clean up and go back to the
Temple.
As Clayan headed towards his bedroom, knowing that Obi-Wan
would lock the place up for him when he and his master left, he
grinned as he reflected that every once in a great while, it
felt good to perform a selfless act to bring pleasure to
others. He wouldn't want that idea to get out and about,
though. That'd ruin his reputation right quick, and wouldn't
that just be the end all of everything?
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