Qui-Gon worked out in the gym. It had been awhile since he
exerted himself in such a manner but felt the need. Exercise
was a much needed distraction from disturbing thoughts that
dominated his waking hours. A certain padawan was at the center
of those thoughts.
Katra seven. Weave, bob.
He went through elaborate motions, balancing his body in the
force. Floating gently above the training floor he spun,
inverting himself and then rotating. Faster and faster. His
mind drifted again.
I cannot drive this madness from my mind. It's an impossible
situation. Perhaps separate quarters are needed now. Obi-Wan is
near knighthood, and I will do nothing to compromise his
future.
Flipping over he landed on his feet, not realizing he had an
audience.
"Impressive, Master."
Qui-Gon spun. Obi-Wan stood in the entranceway, prim and proper
in deep hued robes. Bright green eyes surveyed him closely over
high cheeks.
Qui-Gons' heart stumbled a little. "Padawan, you startled me. I
was not expecting to see you before this evening."
Obi-Wan glanced into the hallway briefly. "I needed to speak
with you, Master. Personal concerns wouldn't allow me to wait."
Qui-Gon didn't like the sound of that. "Then we should discuss
such matters at home. This is not...the proper forum."
The handsome Jedi pushed the door shut. He approached Qui-Gon
slowly.
"What...are you doing, padawan? I came here for exercise, not
discussion."
Obi-Wan moved too close, looking up through red lashes.
"Perhaps...I came for both" he reached out.
Strong hands captured his. Qui-Gon held him back, chest heaving
from exertion. And something else.
"This is insane, Obi-Wan" blue eyes bored into the other man.
"Leave. We can discuss-"
"I love you" the younger man breathed softly. "I can think of
nothing else. When I give a lecture, I think of your strength.
When I attend the children, I wonder how you would feel. And
when I am alone, I wish you were against me."
A long finger held his lips. "Enough. This is madness" Qui-Gon
was breathing hard. "I'll not...have this discussion here."
Obi-Wan slipped arms around his bare waist. "Why not? We've
spoken of this before. And you want me as well" plump lips
leaned in.
Force, he is beautiful Qui-Gon thought dazedly.
Unthinking, he leaned into the warm mouth. Big hands reached
up, stroking milky skin along the smooth throat. Lips brushed.
The spiky head nuzzled. Obi-Wan nipped his ear gently. Their
lips met again, parting. Arms wrapped around each other, they
backed up into a padded wall.
The contact broke Qui-Gon free of the spell. He abruptly pulled
back.
Emerald eyes bored into him, fired with lust. "Don't stop now,
Master. Please. Just one more kiss!"
He stroked the lion head. Thick brown hair loosened around the
masculine face in a sexy tangle. Obi-Wan lowered his eyes on
the muscled chest, heaving with sweat.
The deep voice was rough with need. "You will leave, Obi-Wan. I
told you already, this is not the place-"
Obi-Wan stood back, sliding his robes from his shoulders. The
fine body was full and muscular, lovely nipples round and
blushed. Hot eyes looked up at Qui-Gon as he stood and waited.
Qui-Gon couldn't breathe. The golden skin was too tempting.
"Are you insane, Obi-Wan! Where are your clothes..."
"I thought you might turn me aside. This way I won't be
denied!"
Qui-Gon licked his lips, forcing his eyes away from the sight.
Down, Qui-Gon!
"You will go" back turned now.
"Is that all you can say? Don't you love me?"
A gasp. "Obi-Wan..."
"I am nearly a knight. I've loved you for so long. Why won't
you touch me?"
"Ghods!" Qui-Gon stumbled across the room. Obi-Wan followed
him.
"Look at me, Master. I come to you as a lover, not a padawan-"
Qui-Gon spun. "Fool. That's precisely the problem! You are
still my padawan, and I will do nothing to ruin your
knighthood!"
Small smile. "Your body is beautiful, Master. Those training
pants...are very tight."
Qui-Gon blushed. "Obi-Wan..."
The younger man advanced again. "Just tell me. Please?"
Qui-Gon found himself backed up once more. Breathing deeply, he
fought for control.
"You know my feelings, Obi-Wan. But that doesn't change the
fact that you aren't a knight yet. Talk to me once your
trials are complete, and then we can-"
"I don't wish to wait another six months" Obi-Wan panted,
lunging into him.
They kissed with fire now. Qui-Gon clutched the golden body,
gripping the plump ass cheeks. Groaning, they collapsed on the
floor. Lips pulled free with a smack.
"Force, you make me burn" Qui-Gon was ragged. His cock strained
against fabric. Obi-Wan reached in and stroked him, sweating
with heat.
"Love me" he breathed.
Qui-Gon rolled him over, kissing the fine face wildly. //Yes,
beloved!//
Obi-Wan spread his legs. A golden cock bobbed high, draining
from the tip. Qui-Gon tasted the clear salt in satisfaction.
Hands clutched his head.
/Oh, Master. I want to taste you too!/
Yanking his pants off impatiently, Qui-Gon turned around,
straddling Obi-Wans' face. Tongues swallowed cock. Fingers
teased strained balls, pinching and pulling before sliding
inside tight heat. Hips bucked in pleasure as the two men
moaned on the padded floor.
Obi-Wan pulled a thick cock from his mouth. "Inside me!!" he
gasped. "Coming..."
Qui-Gon could already taste thick milk on his tongue. Rolling
off quickly he grabbed Obi-Wan, pushing him down on the mat.
The lush body drove him wild as he plowed into the plump
globes. Obi-Wan cried out, bouncing underneath as big hands
pulled his tender nipples.
/Touching.../
//And always touched. I love you, Obi!//
"Aaughkkk!!"
Minds twined in love as bodies wracked in lust. Obi-Wan shot
pearly streams as his lover filled him thickly. Vision blanked
out as they fogged in climax. Spent, they collapsed face first
on the mat.
"Oh" Obi-Wan moaned. He couldn't move.
"Lovely" Qui-Gon breathed against his neck. His thighs trembled
from heat.
Their musk was strong. Shivering, they lay quietly a bit,
regaining their senses.
Obi-Wan rolled over on his back. "I love you so much. And as
for my knighthood...I would gladly sacrifice it."
Blue eyes were on him lovingly. "Never say that. Please forgive
me, Obi. I came here to get you out of my system."
Emerald eyes were lidded. Soft smile. "Did you succeed?"
A kiss. "You know I didn't. Loving you...makes it impossible."
Obi-Wan nuzzled in tightly. "I don't care what happens now,
Qui-Gon. I only know you must be part of my life."
Another kiss. "You have me" the short beard tickled along the
smooth neck.
They slow stroked each other in silence. Obi-Wan untangled
himself and took a blanket from a nearby wall cabinet.
Rejoining his lover he settled in once more, wrapping them both
in snug.
Obi-Wan glowed. "You feel good too. I could just...stay like
this forever."
Qui-Gon thumbed the plump lips. "Beloved, there is no turning
back now. If you have any regrets-"
Obi-Wan silenced him with a kiss. /Never. We belong together./
Qui-Gon curled up, regal features soft. "We'll work out
something."
Obi-Wan stroked the short beard. "If we're discreet, no one
need know" he ran fingers through the tousled mane. It had
tangled everywhere around them both.
Qui-Gon grinned in conspiracy. "No one need know" he leaned in
for another kiss...
"No one except me!!"
In cold shock they sat up abruptly. Mace Windu stood in the
doorway, a tower of retribution. Dark eyes blazed unpleasantly.
Obi-Wan shrunk. "Ghods" he whispered, pulling the blanket up
about them.
Qui-Gon found his voice. "Mace. This isn't-"
"What it looks like, Qui-Gon?!" the deep hued Jedi Master
thundered. "Spare me. You really should learn to lock the door
if you're going to sneak around!"
"We weren't sneaking around" Qui-Gon told him. "Obi-Wan came
here to discuss a private matter-"
"Discuss?! Do I look like an idiot? How many discussions
involve rolling on the floor!"
Obi-Wan felt a stab of anger. "Your crudity is unecessary,
Master Windu."
"You dare take such a posture, padawan?! Perhaps you are
content to remain so. It's clear knighthood appeals so little
to you!"
Qui-Gon nearly came out of the blanket. "Are you threatening my
padawan?"
Windu stood over them. "Lover you mean" he snorted. "In
any case, it's a pity you couldn't control your hormones long
enough to be knighted. Now, it is too late."
"We'll see about that" Qui-Gon snapped. "Perhaps this isn't as
cut and dried as you would believe."
"A full Council review will decide" Windu turned to stalk out.
"Get dressed. I expect the next few days will prove quite
interesting."
"Don't seek to command me" Qui-Gon retorted. "We'll meet that
review. There are other things in life besides the Order!"
cerulean eyes were cold with clarity.
Stunned, Windu stared at him. "You are both fools" he turned
and slammed the door behind.
Obi-Wan shivered, pulling his arms around his knees. A muscled
arm circled his back.
"Are you alright?"
"No. It's impossible now. He's got it in for us."
"We'll see."
Obi-Wan appeared distant. "We'd...better go now" his eyes were
wet.
Qui-Gon kissed the moist lids. "Stop. Nothing is decided yet"
he got up and walked over to the door, turning the lock down.
Confused, Obi-Wan stared. "Why are you doing that now?
It's too late!"
Qui-Gon smiled, returning to his side on the mat. He wrapped
the blanket around them. "That's precisely why I'm doing that
now."
"I don't follow you."
"Our secret is out. So let's make the most of this situation!"
Obi-Wan gave a sly grin. "And just what do you have in mind,
Qui-Gon?"
"This!" muscled arms snatched him under the blanket.
"You know we could be thrown out of the order" voice muffled.
"Then let's give them twice the reason!" hot lips suckled a
plump nipple.
Bouncing happily under the blanket, Obi-Wan couldn't disagree.
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