Many thanks to Lorelei, for battling the Evil Sith Commas. Or
is that "Many thanks to Lorelei for battling the Evil Sith
Commas."?
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This story is a PWP. NC-17. No plot, no angst, no anything
except sex. Blame BlackRose.
The sun glinted off the lake's still waters; lake it was,
though it stretched far enough to be called a sea. The people
of this planet called the precious lake "Blood Water". In their
language and culture, blood was the source of life and the
carrier of emotions, and the beauty of the water instilled
great feelings of peace and joy to those who visited it.
Qui-Gon was no exception.
He stood on the shore looking at the great expanse and felt
himself relax. The water soothed him merely by being there, so
blue and clean and inviting. Inviting. Qui-Gon smiled.
It had been a long several days, first arguing with one
government official, then actively fighting off the guards from
another. The coup begun a month ago had become artful, and less
obviously deadly as cunning traps were laid instead of
assassins being sent.
One after another was dealt with until someone, still in power
by luck alone, realised that only with outside assistance could
the rebellion have gained so much ground. The Jedi were sent in
then, to discover the cause and remove, if necessary, the
illegal presence.
It was illegal because the Senate deemed it so; Qui-Gon had
long since disdained trying to discover the logic behind the
politics that sent the Jedi hither and yon. But the living
Force had told that him here was the right place to be, and so
they had come willingly. In the space of four days, he and
Obi-Wan had argued with, fought with, and hidden from almost
every government official and rebel leader on the planet.
Until yesterday, when the Minister had died of an untimely
arrow through the neck, and peace settled once again. No one
took credit, but no one complained. Both sides thanked the Jedi
for their assistance.
Obi-Wan had suggested that perhaps it was simply a sort of
game, and urged his Master to accept the offer to spend a day
of rest here at Blood Water. Again, the Force was acquiescent.
Qui-Gon therefore agreed, and now he stood here, looking at a
vista at great odds with the warring behind them.
Obi-Wan had gone up the shore a way, and stretched out now on a
large rock overlooking the water. He was relaxed, nearly dozing
as far as Qui-Gon could see. The sun sparkled off a sudden tiny
wave as something in the water touched the surface and Qui-Gon
gave in to his impulse.
He removed his robe and folded it neatly, then laid it aside.
His tunic and belt followed, then pants and boots. There were
no inquisitive animals nearby to steal his clothing, so he left
them there and strode into the water.
It was cool, just a touch below body temperature. It drew
goosebumps, though, as it closed in on his body. It swirled
around his legs and he felt his way carefully, but the stones
moved little beneath his step and he had little fear of
falling.
He walked deeper and felt the stir of fish as they vanished
from the area, startled by his presence. Something else moved
away more slowly, but it too posed no threat. Qui-Gon took a
deep breath, the crisp air filling his lungs. The sun was warm,
the breeze almost non-existent. Qui-Gon walked in until the
water was near his waist.
He dropped all at once, and immersed himself. The water
surrounded him completely and he could see through it with
nearly ten feet of clarity. Underwater plants of all kinds,
fish still scurrying into the distance, stones of grey and
green created a silent but beautiful world. He rose, then, and
inhaled deeply.
Lifting his arms, he ran his fingers through his hair, removing
the clasp and combing his hair out. The water seemed to have
soaked into his entire being, lifting his spirit and encasing
it in vibrant crystal.
He let his battle-heightened awareness drop, relaxing his mind
as his body was soothed by the water. He could feel the
creatures of the lake forgetting his presence, going on about
their business, though some short distance away from him.
Another small one moved slowly, apparently aimlessly; he felt
its presence in the Force, shimmering with vitality and dim
awareness. A toutha, no doubt, a reptilian creature that
carried its home with it wherever it swam. Qui-Gon let it be,
and leaned his head to one side. He held the hairclasp in one
hand, wishing he'd thought to leave it on the shore, and ran
his other hand through his hair again.
Maybe he would simply drop it here, and replace it later. The
fish certainly wouldn't mind, and the indulgence of the day
called for simple sacrifices. He smiled at his whimsy, grateful
that his old Master was not there with him, reminding him to be
mindful of such tiny gestures.
More creatures swam near and he was glad that he had disturbed
them so little. One, he felt, seemed bold -- it was swimming
towards him. He started to move aside to let it swim past--
when it grabbed him.
Qui-Gon screamed in surprise, and Obi-Wan came up out of the
water, laughing hysterically. Qui-Gon grabbed him immediately
and pulled him back, dunking him below the water's surface.
He bellowed as Obi-Wan came up, sputtering, and Qui-Gon lunged
for him again. Obi-Wan laughed and tried to leap away, but his
Master was too quick. Qui-Gon grabbed onto him and this time
let gravity pull them both down. He held Obi-Wan under the
water, feeling him squirming in his grasp.
Well before Obi-Wan could feel the limits of his breath,
Qui-Gon let him up again, but did not let go. He frowned as
sternly as he could. Obi-Wan smiled back. His eyes shone like
the water around them. Then he shrugged, most unrepentantly.
"You looked so at peace, Master. I thought you needed a break."
Qui-Gon gaped at him. "I what?"
Obi-Wan laughed, and Qui-Gon grabbed him again, this time going
for ribs he knew to be ticklish. Obi-Wan cried out and tried to
get away, but Qui-Gon held him, as best he could with hands and
body slick from the cool water.
Obi-Wan wriggled, trying to get away. Qui-Gon pulled him closer
again, and the young man suddenly reversed his direction and
moved even closer, wrapping his legs around Qui-Gon's. Qui-Gon
felt him pressed close and drew him up quickly, grabbing the
back of Obi-Wan's head. He curled his fingers in the short
hair, and pulled him in for a deep, hungry kiss.
Obi-Wan responded by wrapping his arms around Qui-Gon and
hanging on, opening his mouth and drawing his Master inside.
This position pressed their bodies together, warm skin and firm
muscles flat against each other, hardness of Obi-Wan's cock
pressed tightly against Qui-Gon's stomach.
Qui-Gon splayed his hands on Obi-Wan's back, holding him steady
as he held his lover up, though the water took much of his
weight. They continued to kiss, trying to devour each other
through the single point of hot, wet contact.
When Qui-Gon broke the kiss and didn't move away, Obi-Wan
grinned again. A single inch away, his eyes seemed huge, open
wide enough for everything within them to explode into the
stillness in the space between them. Qui-Gon wanted to bury
himself in that explosion, and moved to capture that mouth once
again.
Obi-Wan's tongue pressed into his own, touching and caressing
and teasing. He tried to catch it as it moved away, and felt
laughter rumble against his chest. He tried to hang onto
Obi-Wan as he moved, not wanting him to escape even the
slightest bit.
"Ow!"
Qui-Gon stopped, leant back, and blinked in worry. Obi-Wan
rubbed his head, grinning at him and looking back over his
shoulder.
"What are you -- oh!" Obi-Wan reached up and took the hairclasp
from Qui-Gon's hand. "You poked me."
"I intend to," Qui-Gon replied. Obi-Wan gave him a devilish
smile of anticipation.
Obi-Wan wrapped his arm back around Qui-Gon, wiggling his hips.
Qui-Gon lunged, this time going for the neck. He nibbled the
flesh there, loving the sound of Obi-Wan's outcry and the
strength of his fingers as he dug into Qui-Gon's back.
He writhed in Qui-Gon's embrace and Qui-Gon continued to bite
gently, sucking one tender spot above the collarbone. Obi-Wan
cried out and thrust his hips forward. Qui-Gon held him
tightly, loving the feel of his lover's desire as it coursed
through his body, arms and legs alternately losing control and
tightening their grip. He held on, lifting Obi-Wan a little
more, and kissed a single trail down Obi-Wan's chest.
"Please!" came a soft gasp as Obi-Wan threw his head back,
trying to give him room.
Qui-Gon pulled him forward again, and Obi-Wan tightened his
grip. His eyes were closed, his face flushed with arousal.
Qui-Gon reached between them and took hold of Obi-Wan's
erection.
Obi-Wan cried out again, softly. He moved, trying to slide
lower down Qui-Gon's body. They took a bare moment for
re-positioning, easing Obi-Wan's legs lower on Qui-Gon's waist,
then he could feel the tip of his cock press against Obi-Wan.
He moaned and tried to thrust, to rub himself against the hot,
slick flesh. Then he felt Obi-Wan's hand on him and he was
moved slightly and slipped inside.
Qui-Gon bit Obi-Wan on the neck. There was the hint of a
thought that he had gone in easily, as if Obi-Wan had prepared
himself earlier. His arousal spiked and he grabbed onto
Obi-Wan's hips, then pulled him down as far as he would go.
Obi-Wan shouted, still holding on as well as he could, head
thrown back now as his Master watched him.
Qui-Gon pulled him up slightly, then down again, and he felt
Obi-Wan close about him, arms and legs tightening as Qui-Gon
thrust himself inside. Obi-Wan was moaning, and he leant
forward again to kiss whatever spot he could reach.
Obi-Wan pulled in closer, laying his head against Qui-Gon's,
and whimpered. He tightened his legs' hold on Qui-Gon's waist,
drawing himself in to rub against Qui-Gon's stomach. Qui-Gon
continued to raise and lower him, letting gravity draw him down
each time. He felt his lover's breath turn to heated panting,
and Obi-Wan raised his head to look at him.
The deep gaze caught him, sucking him in, and he exploded.
He had to brace his legs as the power rushed over him,
retaining just enough presence to remain standing as the rest
of his body lost itself in Obi-Wan's embrace.
When he opened his eyes, he found dilated pupils staring at
him, and he reached once again for the still-hard member
trapped between their bodies. Obi-Wan wailed as Qui-Gon's hand
closed around him, whimpering and shouting as if he had to
decide between breathing and coming, and could not yet do
either.
Qui-Gon ran his thumb up the side of the length closest to him,
squeezing the tip and then rubbing, instantly hard and fast. He
felt Obi-Wan begin to shake, then he was shoving himself
towards Qui-Gon, back arched and arms losing their grip.
Qui-Gon held him up and stroked him, and with a final,
miles-loud cry, Obi-Wan came in his hand. The sound of it
echoed, and Qui-Gon grinned. After a moment, Obi-Wan pulled
himself groggily forward, and draped himself over him.
"Druh yah ha ingy," Obi-Wan muttered against his shoulder.
"What?"
Obi-Wan leaned back and said more clearly, "Dropped your
hair-thingy. Sorry."
Qui-Gon grinned and kissed him. It was slow, and gentle, and
they touched each other everywhere they could. When it was
finally broken, neither could do more than smile at the other.
Then Qui-Gon let go, and Obi-Wan dropped into the water.
"Wha--?" Obi-Wan's eyes went wide in surprise.
Qui-Gon just smiled, calmly. "Feel free to retrieve it,
Padawan."
Obi-Wan gaped at him, then glared, then -- when Qui-Gon said
nothing and made no move to do anything about it himself --
dove slowly back under the water.
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