Category: Q/O and I don't even know what PWP stands for but I
think this is the catagory. Please correct me if I'm wrong.
Rating: R
Warnings: No spoilers.
Spoilers: Takes place before TPM
Summary: Obi-Wan thought he'd step outside for some fresh air
but Qui-Gon has other ideas.
Feedback: Okay.
Author's Note: Look! I actually wrote slash! Once in awhile I
can you know. :) I hope it meets every one's approval. It's a
bit short like all my stories but there is a chance for a
sequel.
Legal stuff: All characters are copyright to George Lucas. No
profit is to be made from this now or in the future. This story
is purely fiction created by the author.
Obi-Wan rolled his head back against the moss-covered wall,
gazing up at the stars. Sounds of a subdued celebration drifted
out from the large open doors just around the corner from where
he now stood. He had felt a need to escape the press of the
diplomatic crowds for just a few minutes. Celebrations were
certainly better than wars and battles, but they still had a
strenuous effect on him. Sometimes he wondered if he had the
phrase, "I'm a Jedi Apprentice, ask me how" stamped on his
forehead.
The breeze was cool out here. The sugary sent of hundreds of
tiny yellow Dew flowers was thick in the air. These flowers
were growing from crawling vines that covered the walls along
with the soft green moss where Obi-Wan now rested. He'd been
out here longer than he planned and wondered if any of the
politicians or nobility actually missed him yet. Qui-Gon was in
there and maybe he shouldn't have left his Master alone to deal
with the polite mingling.
As if on cue, Qui-Gon's tall, lithe figure appeared from around
the corner. Obi-Wan resisted a smile as his Master crossed his
arms on his chest and gave him his disapproving look. "Hiding?"
"No, Master." Obi-Wan corrected, ducking his head slightly,
"Just breathing."
"I see." Qui-Gon's voice lowered. Obi-Wan could just make out
the glint of blue in his Master's eyes from the small bit of
light that seeped around the corner to this shadowed area.
Qui-Gon's eyes roamed over Obi-Wan in a slow deliberate manner
that made the Apprentice shift uneasily from one foot to
another.
"Maybe we should go back in." Obi-Wan suggested, growing
uncomfortable with Qui-Gon's steady gaze. He moved to do just
that but was stopped by a hand suddenly pressed against the
mossy wall, blocking Obi-Wan.
"No hurry, Padawan." Qui-Gon whispered smoothly.
"But the Emperors and the other dignitaries -" He was abruptly
cut off by the rush of breath that escaped him as Qui-Gon
shoved him against the wall. There was definitely a spark of
humor in his Master's eyes as he caught Obi-Wan's shocked look.
"I'm not worried about the dignitaries." Qui-Gon whispered
against his lips before kissing him deeply. Several minutes
passed in exploration of mouths and some heavy petting before
Qui-Gon pulled back and breathed warm into Obi-Wan's ear, "Are
you worried about the dignitaries?"
Obi-Wan shook his head, attempting to say, "No." but nothing
came out. He cleared his throat, "Not if you aren't." He could
feel himself straining painfully against Qui-Gon, his hardness
crushed against the elder's leg, which was pressed between his
own.
The sounds of two voices moved outside the building, just
around the corner from where they were now. His Master pressed
a firm hand over Obi-Wan's mouth to keep him from making any
inadvertent noise. His eyes bore into the Apprentice in an
obvious command of, "Don't you dare make a sound."
Obi-Wan tried to calm his breathing, to clear his head and
ignore the press of his Master against him. Qui-Gon had odd
timing when it came to sharing passion and Obi-Wan had almost
become accustomed to the sudden urges but this was going to be
right up there at the top for precarious situations. If they
were caught there would be no way around the humiliation. Not
only on them selves but also on the entire Jedi order. The
voices grew closer and Obi-Wan was sure Qui-Gon would step
back, smooth his clothes down and pretend they were simply out
here admiring the stars. But instead Qui-Gon shoved Obi-Wan
further along the wall away from the voices, pressing him
harder against the moss and vines. Certain he was going to have
bruised ribs by morning, Obi-Wan made a slight chirp of pain
behind Qui-Gon's hand and the Jedi Master loosened his grip,
replacing his hand with the warmth of his mouth.
His Master was enjoying this a bit too much in Obi-Wan's
opinion. He didn't know whom those voices belonged to but they
were too close for his comfort. Yet, Qui-Gon was completely
unalarmed. Other than the obvious need to keep his Padawan
silent under his ministrations. He groaned softly at the feel
of Qui-Gon's lips trailing down his neck. Quickly Obi-Wan
buried his face against the elder Jedi's chest as very precise
fingers found their way into and under clothing then around his
straining erection. Obi-Wan blindly tore some of the delicate
Dew flowers from the vines and then clasped fists tightly at
the collar of Qui-Gon's robes trying to pull him down for
another deep kiss.
Qui-Gon almost laughed but didn't. "What's wrong, Padawan?" His
hushed voice asked against Obi-Wan's ear. "A Jedi must remain
calm in all situations." Qui-Gon teased softly, his hand moving
faster, the grip tightening. Obi-Wan whimpered against his
Master's chest, heedless of the two oblivious persons just
around the corner.
"Please..." Obi-Wan gasped against Qui-Gon's robes, clinging to
him for life. There was no way he was going to stay silent
through this.
"Stop?" Qui-Gon whispered, instantly ceasing the motion of his
hand. Obi-Wan almost cried in agony, tangling fingers into the
long brown hair of his Master.
"No, don't!" His strangled voice was almost too soft for
Qui-Gon to hear, but he got the drift of meaning behind it and
started in with renewed vigor on Obi-Wan's straining hardness.
Obi-Wan was quickly losing his battle with silence though.
Rolling his head back and forth against the mossy wall glazed
eyes on the stars overhead.
With his free hand Qui-Gon took a fist full of Obi-Wan's short
spiky hair. He tugged the younger man's head back and clamped
his own mouth over Obi-Wan's just as the release of climax
washed over his Apprentice. Swallowing any attempts at crying
out Obi-Wan made, his other hand moving more slowly now as the
last of the seed spilled over his fingers.
Qui-Gon continued to kiss Obi-Wan until he was nothing more
than a docile lump of clay in his arms. Aware that the voices
of whoever was around the corner had returned to the inside
celebration he let the younger man go and watched with thinly
disguised satisfaction as Obi-Wan slid down the wall into an
ungainly mass. Obi-Wan looked up at him with something between
accusation and awe on his beautiful face. "I'm going to get you
back for this." Obi-Wan admonished him in a breathless voice.
"I look forward to that." Qui-Gon gave a bow to him and a half
smile before gliding away, as if nothing at all had happened,
back into the celebration hall.
Obi-Wan took in the stars one last time before standing up. He
brushed the smashed and tangled Dew flowers from his robes did
a few deep-breathing exercises and cleared his mind so he could
return to the celebration with an air of Jedi Calm. I will get
him back for that, he promised himself.
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