Notes: Thank you Alex for your support and time and helping me
to believe
Archive: M_A, gosh whan a honor, if the story is wanted.
Spoilers: pre-TPM
Category: First time, romance, Q/O
Summary: Qui-gon is taking a reluctant vacation & Obi-wan
has an obsessive past-time.
Disclaimers: Mr. Lucas, just non-profit fun, don't sue me I
have no money, love to play with Obi & Qui, I will take
very good care of them, I promise. As always I put my toys
away.
Coruscant; cold, gray, somewhere I'd rather not be, he thought.
Qui-Gon Jinn was standing on the balcony outside his rooms that
he shared with Obi-Wan Kenobi. He had trained and spent a large
part of his life on Coruscant, but he had no love for the
place. He preferred to be offworld; he hated idle time. His
chosen path in life as a Jedi Knight and ambassador was hectic,
but the position had given him freedom and constant adventure.
However, Yoda had more or less grounded him and Obi-Wan.
So they were taking an enforced sabbatical.
Obi-Wan seemed to be content with all the time given them; he
was happy being home. Qui-Gon sometimes forgot that his Padawan
missed the comfort of the rooms they shared. He never
complained out loud, Qui-Gon had sensed that his student was
tired of being away for months at a time with only short breaks
to visit home. Qui-Gon was past ready to leave. He felt
confined, imprisoned.
"Ah, self-pity is not good," whispered Qui-Gon as he leaned
against the balcony railing taking in the night's view. Out of
the many days already spent on Coruscant, today had been
pleasant. The day was spent with Obi-Wan exploring some old
ruins near the Jedi Temple. Today was one of a few that they
had spent alone just relaxing and enjoying each other's
company.
One choice he never regretted was allowing this young man into
his life. He was reluctant at first to take an apprentice
preferring to be alone in his work as a Jedi. His
responsibilities had made him possessed of a very independent
nature. A Padawan learner required time and patience. However
Obi-Wan somehow had found a place in his life and heart. A
place in his heart beyond what a Master should feel for a
Padawan.
He could never hope to believe that someone so young would be
interested in someone nearly thirty years his senior. Besides,
Qui-Gon's role had always been Master and teacher.
Since the beginning of their break from duties Obi-Wan had
spent most of his free time in their quarters at the data
terminal. Actually, Qui-Gon thought, Obi-Wan seemed obsessed
with spending time seated there at the terminal. Qui-gon had to
admit to himself that he felt replaced by the terminal.
Perhaps this time on Coruscant would benefit them both. Qui-gon
realized that he missed the closeness he had felt with his
Padawan.
Qui-Gon had spent much of his day with Obi-Wan considering the
possible future of their relationship.
Closing his eyes, Qui-Gon remembered his conversation that he
had weeks ago with Master Yoda. The conversation was the usual;
past missions, the progress of his apprentice, problems
surrounding the Jedi. Then Yoda shifted to a more personal
nature, much to his discomfort; the topic of himself.
"Qui-Gon, a rest you need."
With a small chuckle at Yoda's remark Qui-Gon replied, "My
padawan could use some rest. I know I have pushed him hard."
Yoda looked up to address him, raising his small cane and
tapping Qui-Gon's chest.
"Padawan, it is you who needs to rest."
Padawan? Yoda had not called him that in twenty years.
Perhaps he was trying to tell him that his time roaming should
come to an end. Perhaps he should consider Yoda's words and
think of retiring and seek a Council chair.
Qui-Gon smiled. Obi-Wan would face his trials soon. Wouldn't he
be proud to see his master on the Council?
Very amusing.
Yoda looked at him searchingly.
"Much you have to do before that time, Qui-Gon. But there is
more. Some matter of the heart I feel."
Qui-Gon did not speak, but returned his master's gaze
thoughtfully.
"A space must be filled."
"Master," he replied doubtfully, "A space?"
Yoda dismissed him, parting with his answer, "Be mindful of
your Padawan, Qui-Gon. On Coruscant you will stay."
Mindful of his Padawan?
Unfortunately that was the problem.
Perhaps Yoda had noticed Obi-Wan had been acting odd lately,
spending too much time alone. Qui-Gon decided to find out
exactly what his Padawan was up to that kept him so busy .
With that on his mind. Qui-Gon turned and entered their
quarters, noticing his padawan hunched over the data terminal
typing away, pausing now and then to study what he had written.
Qui-Gon felt a small stab of jealousy. He wanted the same
pleasantness of this day to continue into the evening. But
Obi-Wan was back to his nightly ritual at the data terminal.
Qui-Gon laughed a little, surprised at himself.
Well, he thought, Obi-Wan was back to his usual routine.
Qui-Gon chided himself for even considering what he was
thinking about his Padawan.
He felt like tearing him away from his chair...and doing what?
Yes, maybe it was better that his student was busy. He may have
made a fool out of himself tonight.
At any rate, he did not feel that Obi-wan even thought of him
in that way. Also, Obi-Wan was on the threshold of a new step
in his life; he would soon pass his trials and become a Jedi
Knight. Qui-Gon did not want to stand in his way. His Padawan
had a bright future ahead.
It just seemed odd that Obi-Wan spent his time cooped up with
his Master nights, while all the other apprentices his age were
romping around the temple recreation centers. Made no sense at
all.
"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon walked over to his padawan.
"Master!" Obi-Wan, noticing his mentor standing next to him,
quickly popped up, keeping his back to the terminal blocking
his master's view of the screen.
Qui-Gon was somewhat startled by Obi-Wan's sudden movement. He
felt Obi-Wan's discomfort.
"Obi-Wan, I apologize. I'm just concerned for you. I don't see
you out and about with your peers. Why don't you turn off the
terminal and go down to the temple rec?''
"Maybe tomorrow night, Master. I think I'll just retire for
tonight." he answered softly, while clicking off the terminal
screen.
Obi-Wan moved to face his master. He looked up into his eyes,
paused for a moment as if in deep thought, lifted his hand and
brushed his finger tips across Qui-Gon's cheek.
The touch sent a shock through Qui-Gon.
Before Obi-Wan noticed Qui-Gon's reaction he quickly turned and
whispered,
"Goodnight, Master," and left the room.
As if in a daze Qui-Gon lifted his hand and touched the spot
where his apprentice caressed his face. The spot felt warm
where his fingers had touched.
Of course Obi-Wan was only being affectionate, he thought. His
padawan had seemed sad as he left the room, almost melancholy.
I need to stop these thoughts, his mind flashed.
His young apprentice deserved better than him. He wanted only
the best for his padawan. This time to think and consider was
getting on his nerves. He really wished Yoda would change his
mind and recommend an end to this vacation.
Qui-Gon turned and sat down in the chair that Obi-Wan had
occupied.
He turned to the blank screen.
I should just go to bed, he thought.
Instead he clicked on the terminal and saw the contents of what
his student was viewing.
Obi-Wan had forgotten to sign off. Qui-Gon's curiosity was too
strong. He had to look.
The words were in flowing script,complete with pictures of
various lovers entwined with one another, screaming across the
page at Qui-Gon.
Hidden Lair Archives.
The screen now had his complete attention. Had his padawan been
studying love? Romance? Had all these hours on the data
terminal been in pursuit of love stories?
Instead of turning off the terminal, which perhaps he should
have done, Qui-Gon noticed a list of authors, mainly one Ben
Lars.
Lars had been Obi-Wan's surname before he took the name Kenobi,
on his Naming Day.
Unable to stop, Qui-Gon lifted his hand and clicked.
A list of story titles appeared.
One story in particular caught his eye.
"The Master"
The title sent a shock through Qui-Gon.
"The Master?" Who is he referring to?
Is this person ME?
No, it can't be.
My Padawan is reading and writing fiction? Not studying?
Against his better judgement he clicked on the title. Qui-Gon
settled in and began to read. He should know what his student
is up to, he reasoned.
The Master
Part One:
"I have noticed the way my master looks at me. I know I am not
mistaken; he desires me. This tall, powerfully built man who
waits for me. Soon his wait will be over. I must take my time.
I may be young but I can master his passions."
Qui-Gon's eyes began to skip down the pages picking at random
lines to read.
"Yes, there are lessons I can teach you. Yes I do have needs my
dear one."
"He went to his knees in submission, begging to..."
"I released the leather tie in his hair, bound his wrists
together above his head so I could explore and tease his body
then..."
"...running my fingers into his shoulder length hair I pulled
his mouth up to meet mine."
"His blue eyes were glazed with passion, his proof of need
pressed firmly against my bare thigh."
"I released his hands, he..."
"My desire burned, the feel of his short cropped beard brushing
across my harden shaft as he moved to..."
"As I entered him, he..."
"You complete me, I love you..."
"As I have always loved you."
Qui-Gon stopped reading .
Qui-Gon, allowing his held breath to escape his chest, shut off
the data terminal.
"My Padawan," he whispered.
Obi-Wan desires me. He was writing about me.
Is this the path Yoda was suggesting?
Is this space Obi-Wan's heart?
Qui-Gon, remembering, reached to his face, touching the spot
where Obi-Wan had caressed him before retiring to bed.
Rising from his seat, Qui-Gon moved purposefully to the
entrance of his Padawan's room. The door was slightly ajar. He
pushed the door open.
The dim light from the living quarters glowed upon Obi-Wan's
form in the bed. Obi-Wan was clothed only in his sleep pants.
He was uncovered.
Qui-Gon saw the firm young body, the body of the man he
realized that he desperately wanted to please, to touch, to
show his passion.
He made the decision and entered the room.
Quietly Qui-Gon moved to kneel by his Padawan's bed.
Obi-Wan was beautiful.
He reached out to caress his face, to feel the warmth of his
skin. He slid his fingers down his padawan's braid that was
tossed carelessly across his chest. Releasing the braid he
moved his hand slowly across Obi-Wan's lips and cupped his
cheek. Qui-Gon bent down to offer a first kiss to the sleeping
young man's lips. He slipped his tongue into Obi-Wan's mouth,
tasting him, then pulled away. Obi-Wan's eyes flicked open and
he spoke sleepily.
"Master... is this a dream?"
"No, Obi-Wan," he said softly, placing a finger on his lips to
still his questions, "It's I, Qui-Gon."
"Qui-Gon?"
"Obi-Wan... if you want me?"
"Qui-Gon."
The name rolled off of Obi-Wan's tongue like a prayer.
"Qui-Gon," he whispered again, savoring the feel of the name on
his tongue.
Obi-Wan could not believe what was unfolding before his very
eyes. On his knees by his bed was his master. How many times in
his fantasies had he pictured Qui-Gon on his knees waiting for
him. He had spent hours writing trying to purge these feelings
from his mind. His heart was racing. All the fantasies he had
ever read about or wrote were now within his reach. He had long
ago given up hope that his Master would ever desire him. What
had changed his mind? What ever had happened he was glad, Oh,
yes he wanted this, had waited for Qui-Gon. He had told him to
call him his by name, a gift.
Qui-Gon was offering himself to him.
"Yes, please, I want, need you," Obi-Wan said, noticing how
Qui-Gon's blue eyes had darkened with passion.
With that, Qui-Gon stood and began to undress himself without
losing eye contact with Obi-Wan. The corners of his mouth rose
in a smile. He then lowered himself next to Obi-Wan on his bed
and pulled him close for another kiss. He couldn't help but
notice the look of pleasure on Obi-Wan's face when he felt the
evidence of Qui-Gon's desire, his hardened shaft pressing up
against the young man's body.
A tremor ran through Obi-Wan, his breaths short.
Qui-Gon explored his bond with Obi-Wan and found uncertainty.
He would be Obi-Wan's first. Obi-Wan was afraid of failing to
satisfy Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon was overcome with emotion. He wanted to handle this
first time with care and patience. Apparently the only
knowledge his padawan had of love were only in the pages of
fiction. From what he had read earlier he had thought Obi-Wan
had prior knowledge of a lover.
Qui-Gon lowered his mouth and pressed another kiss to Obi-Wan's
lips. He was met with urgent hunger. He pressed his tongue
against the heated mouth to fully taste the sweetness that was
his to take. A moan escaped from deep within Obi-Wan's throat.
Qui-Gon stopped to look upon his padawan.
Gazing down, he saw confusion pass over his Obi-Wan's face.
"Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan said, again testing the name with his voice,
"Why have you stopped?"
Observing the full state of arousal that is pressing against
his upper thigh, Qui-Gon slid his hand down the side of
Obi-Wan's body, slipping his hand into Obi-Wan's sleep pants.
He lay his hand over the hardened organ, allowing his fingers
to travel to the moistened tip. With his other arm he gathered
Obi-Wan up close to his chest and began a slow probing kiss.
Qui-Gon felt the growing tension in the young man's body.
"Oh, Master! Qui-Gon!"
Suddenly Obi-Wan came explosively.
"Oh, Sith," he whispered, hiding his face in the older man's
neck, "I'm sorry."
Qui-Gon moved back and brought his hand up, moist from come,
and touched his fingers to his lips and tasted the liquid.
"Thank you, you flatter me Obi-Wan." He smiled.
Obi-Wan relaxed.
Qui-Gon moved his hands to Obi-Wan's face and then began to
explore his mouth, lingering there in the moist velvety depths.
Moving to Obi-Wan's throat, he began to trail moist kisses down
Obi-Wan's body. Moving lower,lower, until his tongue reached
his pebbled nipples. He gently bit each nipple.
Obi-Wan felt his shaft hardening again, aching for release. The
exploration continued.
Qui-Gon rose to his knees.
Obi-Wan tried to rise, but Qui-Gon pushed him down gently.
"Be still, love," he said softly.
Qui-Gon finally reached Obi-Wan's sleep pants. He began to
slide the pants from his body. Obi-Wan moved to help.
"I said be still."
Obi-Wan obeyed, clutching the blankets,his erection throbbing.
every nerve in his body on fire from Qui-Gon's exploration.
Qui-Gon finished slipping off the sleep pants. He began
caressing Obi-Wan with soft kisses, gradually moving up his
body, spreading his legs just enough to taste the smooth skin
inside Obi-Wan's upper thighs.
Qui-Gon raised his head to look into his new lover's eyes,
amazed by the beauty he saw there. Complete love and trust for
him. He brushed his hand up Obi-Wan's smooth chest to touch his
throat, then traveled up to his lips. Obi-Wan's mouth opened to
taste a finger. Qui-Gon ran his fingers one by one over the
questing tongue. He then lowered his hand to cup the sac
between Obi-Wan's legs, supporting himself on his other arm.
He moved from the warm sac to gently grip the base of the
swollen organ and lowered his mouth to lick the ridge close to
the top of the shaft. He moved his tongue to tease the opening
at the tip.
No longer able to control his hands, Obi-Wan released the
blanket and reached down, burying his hands in Qui-Gon's thick
hair. A small sigh escaped his lips.
"Please, Qui-Gon," he whispered.
With no further hesitation Qui-Gon open his mouth and swallowed
the shaft whole. With his hand at base of the shaft he applied
pressure while moving his mouth up to suck the tip of the
shaft. He moved his hand to cup the sac, applying slight
pressure while he took the length in his mouth. He repeated the
motion until he felt Obi-Wan once again tense for release.
Obi-Wan cried out, and Qui-Gon allowed the come to shoot out on
Obi-Wan's stomach. Gently Qui-Gon moved to taste the pearly
fluid. Rising he moved to kiss his lover, allowing him to taste
his passion. Obi-Wan pressed to deepen the kiss, aroused by
Qui-Gon's pure desire for all of him.
Still kissing Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon ran his fingers through extra
come to moisten them. Adjusting himself, he moved to lift one
of Obi-Wan's legs over his left arm so that he could reach the
opening below the sac. He slowly inserted a slick finger into
the tight opening.
He felt a quick intake of breath from Obi-Wan. The young body
tensed.
"Trust me, Obi-Wan. I won't hurt you."
Qui-Gon moved to kiss him again, stroking the opening. When he
felt that Obi-Wan was starting to relax, he withdrew the finger
and moved to leave the bed.
"Qui-Gon?"
"Wait. I'll be right back, don't worry love, relax."
Qui-Gon went to his room and got a small bottle of scented oil.
He returned to Obi-Wan and knelt beside him.
"I want to be inside you," he whispered.
"Yes Qui-Gon. Let me please you."
Qui-Gon slid to lie behind Obi-Wan, scattering kisses along his
lover's neck and shoulders. Moving his hands to caress and
tease the warm skin under his fingertips he squeezed the globes
of Obi-Wan's buttocks.
He slid his finger into the warmth of the fold and massaged the
tight opening, easing it to relax. Judging by the response of
Obi-Wan's movement against him, he gently inserted another
finger, then another,until finally he had three fingers working
the opening. Obi-Wan's body pressed into him,receiving the
caresses willingly.
Qui-Gon removed his fingers. Obi-Wan stilled, smelling the
fragrance of the oil that Qui-Gon was about to apply to his
shaft.
Obi-Wan rolled over to face Qui-Gon and took the bottle from
his already oil-slicked hands. He looked down to see the
unbelievably swollen organ and poured some oil into his hands
to moisten Qui-Gon's shaft.
"Ah, Obi-Wan," gasped Qui-Gon, close to losing control . He
squeezed the head of the shaft and the tension subsided for a
moment.
Obi-Wan then moved to allow Qui-Gon to seek what he desired and
wanted, totally surrendering to Qui-Gon's need. Once again he
felt Qui-Gon's fingers pressing towards his opening, placing
his hard erection near the entrance.
Obi-Wan cried out as he felt the pressure of Qui-Gon's first
push to enter him. Qui-Gon paused, easing only to insert a
little at a time. To help his lover relax, he reached to
Obi-Wan's shaft and begins to stroke it with his fragrant oiled
hand.
Suddenly,unable to control his passion, Qui-Gon thrust his
length into Obi-Wan.
Obi-wan cried out, accepting the sudden pain.
Qui-Gon began to move rhythmically, matching the stroking
movement of his hand on Obi-Wan's shaft to his own, possessing
Obi-Wan completely.
Obi-Wan, lost in feeling and passion, reached his peak again
and finally came, feeling Qui-Gon explode in his body. He felt
complete.
Qui-Gon relaxed. They lay connected, both men at peace. After a
while Qui-Gon turned to position Obi-Wan close to his chest and
drew him close.
"Thank you, beloved," he whispered.
Never had Qui-Gon felt so correct or at peace, holding this
man.
Softly Obi-Wan spoke into Qui-Gon embrace.
"I love you, Qui-Gon."
"As I love you, Obi-Wan."
Qui-Gon closed his eyes and relaxed, sure that Obi-Wan would
not be spending much more time at the terminal.
His heart reached out to the bond with Yoda thankfully.
Yoda knew what his Padawan needed to find.
The space that needed filling was his own heart, his Obi-Wan.
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