Archive: master_apprentice, nesting place, swa-l, hidden past
if you want it. Keep the headers, s'il vous plait.
Category: pwp, humor
Rating: PG for subject matter
Warnings: No sex. Not examined by betas. m/m love though. If it
makes you heave, what in the world are you doing on this site?
// is Jedi telepathy.
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Two words, Wet Jedi
Feedback: e-mail address is listed above. Flames will be given
to my attack penquin, Opus. His little tushy gets cold.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan belong to George the
Great. The name Hirdk is mine though. So is this story. So, if
you use it for your site keep headers attached. No money made,
except by George Lucas from me twenty times.
Obi-Wan Kenobi took a deep breath and held it just as he'd been
taught to do. //Why couldn't we be sent to a tropical world?
One with beaches? Or maybe a forest world with a nice tourist
trade? With room service and clean, comfortable beds? //
His Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, let some amused disapproval leak into
their link. //Those worlds with pleasant climes and tourism
rarely need the intervention of the Jedi, my Padawan.
Concentrate on the here and now. We've been in tighter spots.
//
The rain poured down, not that it mattered to the two Jedi.
They floated almost completely submerged in a small lake
attempting to outwait their pursuers. Occasionally, one of the
Hirdk would take a shot at them forcing them underwater.
//The rain's only stopped for about five minutes since we got
here, Master. And now in this lake...//
//It is trying, Padawan. But we must be patient. These people
need our help. They will give up soon and then we can get dry.
//
As if in response to the Jedi Master's thoughts, both men felt
the Hirdk faction retreating, complaining that they weren't
paid to stay out in the rain. Let the Jedi be crazy. They
wanted food and warmth.
Obi-Wan sloshed his way behind his Master as they made their
way back to the lodgings the Hirdk ruling counsel had
grudgingly given them. He sighed as he walked through the door
and felt the warmth of the roaring fire someone had left for
them.
Hastily, both men stripped out of their sodden clothes,
grabbing the same towel.
Obi-Wan tugged experimentally, cutting his eyes to look at his
Master. Qui-Gon looked as calm as he ever did, but through
their bond Obi-Wan sensed his amusement.
"Padawan?"
"Yes, Master?"
"I had the towel first."
Obi-Wan lowered his head deferentially. "With all due respect,
Master. I had it first."
"Did not."
"Did, too."
"Not."
"Too."
Obi-Wan felt ready to burst. He knew his Master was teasing,
could feel the other man's laughter along their link.
"Do you know what happens to Padawans that are impertinent to
their Masters?" Qui-Gon asked gravely.
Obi-Wan turned wide innocent eyes on the older man. "No,
Master."
Qui-Gon pounced. "They get tickled!"
"Ah! Master! Not fair." Obi-Wan dissolved into giggles.
"All's fair, Obi..." he trailed off. During the tickle battle,
Obi-Wan ended up underneath his Master and their bodies rubbing
against each other. Qui-Gon looked down at his pupil's happy,
beautiful face and impulsively brushed a kiss on the smiling
mouth.
Obi-Wan froze. Then he spoke one word. "Yes."
Qui-Gon threw restraint to the wind.
The next morning, the Jedi Master woke at his accustomed time.
He stretched luxuriously, running into a body on his bed. He
looked down at his Padawan. No, not just his Padawan, his
lover. He smiled. Obi-Wan was an enthusiastic lover.
"I do believe we have found a way for you to live in the
moment, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon murmured.
"I knew you'd turn this into a lesson," Obi-Wan complained
sleepily. He opened his eyes and reached for his love.
Qui-Gon willingly met the younger man's lips, tasting gently in
counterpoint to last night's roughness.
A knock on the door precluded any further explorations.
Qui-Gon stifled a sigh. "Come in."
The Hirdk servant-girl that usually brought their breakfast
entered quickly and set the tray on the table before the fire.
She moved to add wood and stoke the low flames. Turning to
leave, she caught sight of them lying in bed together. She
gasped in surprise then hastily lowered her eyes.
"The C-c-counsel asks that you join them after you finish
e-e-eating," she stammered, blushed and hurriedly left.
Qui-Gon chuckled. "I think the Jedi reputation may be beyond
repair."
"Or maybe," Obi-Wan whispered huskily, "we'll have an even
better one."
"Impertinent Padawan."
"Demanding Master."
Qui-Gon shook his head ruefully. "Breakfast, Padawan. Then, we
see if we can resolve this dispute."
"Have I ever mentioned how much I love space travel?" Obi-Wan
asked as he exited the 'fresher of their current transport.
Qui-Gon's eyes twinkled in amusement. "No, my Padawan. I don't
believe you ever have."
The younger Jedi smiled. "Well, it is an improvement over rain,
rain, rain."
The elder Jedi took his lover in his arms and kissed him
gently. "I've made my report to the Counsel. They have given us
some time off."
"Vacation?" Obi-Wan looked stunned. "An actual vacation?"
"Yes, love. Where do you want to go?" Qui-Gon asked impishly.
"I don't care," the younger man declared, "as long as there is
plenty of room service, a large bed and very pleasant climate."
"So, Tatooine is out of the question?" Qui-Gon laughed at the
sour look Obi-Wan gave him.
"I know someone who would sleep alone for a long time," he
muttered darkly.
"How about t'D'Ja'q?"
Obi-Wan gasped. "Master, that place is decadent even by
hedonist's standards. How soon can we get there?"
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