Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were getting dressed for a serious
night out on the town. It wasn't a celebration of anything
specific. They really just needed some 'down time' from a
series of dangerous missions. With no free vacation space
coming up any time soon, Qui-Gon suggested that they take the
one open weekend available. Obi-Wan agreed eagerly. Truthfully,
he looked forward to spending some time away from the
temple and its' affairs. There was another, more personal
reason as well.
For months, Obi-Wan felt as if his heart would burst. He loved
Qui-Gon with a mad passion that grew increasingly difficult to
conceal. I've tried so hard not to give myself away, I know
the Code. But sometimes I swear I could just...
"Obi-Wan, are you almost ready?" the deep voice rumbled behind
him. He turned around, still fixing his collar.
"Well, I still have to-" his throat caught at the sight.
Qui-Gon was so fine. Dark blue pinstripe suit, accenting
the eyes. Black Croc leather shoes, white silk shirt, red
textured tie. His hair was glossy and groomed, the thick braid
well down his back. Gold cufflinks and tie clip with matching
studs in his ears.
"Wow!"
Qui-Gon smiled, turning around a little. "You approve then, I
take it?"
Approve? If I had my way, you'd be out of that suit in five
minutes! "You definitely look ready for a night out,
Master. I'd say quite a few hearts will be broken" hopefully
not mine.
"Ha! It's been long since I've broken anyone's heart!"
Obi-Wan stared. Is he kidding?
Qui-Gon regarded him. "Are you well, padawan? You seem a
little...distracted. Is there a problem?"
Obi-Wan started. "Oh! Nothing, I was just trying to figure out
what I'm going to...wear."
Qui-Gon looked at his feet. "Well, you seem fairly dressed. But
don't you think shoes would help?" he pointed .
The younger Jedi wiggled his toes self consciously, looking
down also. "Oh yeah" he grinned. "Can you give me a few more
minutes?"
Qui-Gon moved in close, squeezed his shoulder. "All the time
you need. This night is ours" the night eyes shone, blazing
with intensity.
For a moment, Obi-Wan couldn't breathe. Why is he looking at
me like that?!
"Let me know when you're ready" he went into the study.
Obi-Wan finished dressing, thinking.
Ghods, he looks like a gangster of love. I have to tell him
tonight, it doesn't matter how. I'm tired of being afraid, sick
of tiptoeing around this. Damn the Code, I want him! Bad!!
Qui-Gon relaxed on the sofa, idly holding a book. He couldn't
concentrate on reading. My padawan is a beautiful man. Why
can't I tell him this? His face, his body, his eyes enrapture
me. The bright smile. The keen mind. He sighed, attempting
to clear his thoughts.
Moments ago I wanted to take him. Right there, on the floor.
Whisper promises and love in his ear, drag him to slow ecstasy,
make him cry my name. he shook his head quickly.
Control. This must never be. Were I to give in to my
feelings, it would be disastrous.
He frowned, as if making a decision. To hell with the Code!
It would be worth the consequences...
"Master, I'm ready to go."
Qui-Gon stood and turned around. Obi-Wan wore deep green
pleated slacks that accented his tapered waist and muscular
thighs. A pale green dress shirt outlined the strong shoulders.
A thin gold necklace set off the look. A small stud dotted each
ear.
The taller man nodded slowly, smiling a little. "Very nice,
padawan. I suspect it is you who will make hearts melt
this evening" sea nymph.
Obi-Wan flushed, embarrassed. "I-well, shall we go?".
"Ready when you are."
Qui-Gon spared no expense when he wanted to do something
special. They went to a play downtown, 'How to Find Friends and
influence Nobody'. Obi-Wan found the comedy hilarious and
entertaining. A short stroll through downtown Central Park
treated them to a gorgeous sunset. Qui-Gon never tired of
talking sky formations and the beauty of the universe.
He is so romantic Obi-Wan thought. At the temple, I
almost never get to see this side of him.
"Are you hungry, Obi-Wan?"
"I'll say. Let's eat!"
They walked a few blocks further. It was dusk now.
"I made reservations at the Jungle Cafe'. I think you'll find
the cuisine there quite delightful."
Obi-Wan brightened. "They have quite a reputation."
They entered the building, going through rotating doors. It was
jammed with people, booming jazz style music and a bustling,
energetic crowd.
Obi-Wan noticed it was a theme place. Synthetic trees and
shrubbery 'grew' everywhere, the floors made into simulated
forest floors complete with sand paths and boulders. Vines hung
from the ceiling at strategic places. A large display on the
central floor was a simulated waterfall.
Now this is nice. Suits my mood, too. Jungle love...
"Obi-Wan? Are you with me?"
He snapped out of it. "Oh! Sorry. Just...looking at the
scenery."
The waiter approached them."You have reservations?"
"Yes. Table for two, please. Names Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan."
"A moment, sirs" the waiter left them briefly.
How will I tell him? Obi-Wan wondered idly.
The waiter returned. "Gentlemen, your table is ready."
They were seated to a nice view, facing the waterfall display.
A heavyset woman wearing too much jewelry sat at a table
nearby. She grinned at Obi-Wan. He looked at her briefly.
The woman was nearly four hundred pounds, and every ounce was
squeezed into an orange stretch dress she had no buisness
wearing. Her wrists and ankles were adorned with numerous
chains, her hair littered with multicolored beads. A necklace
was lost under one of her chins. Worse, she had on far too much
makeup, red cheek circles, rainbow colored eyelids, painted
eyebrows and lacquered lips.
Obi-Wan cringed. Can't they dim the light over there?
Qui-Gon grinned. "It seems as though you have an admirer,
padawan."
Obi-Wan frowned at him. "Master, I don't think so!"
Qui-Gon laughed. "She is a little...obvious, you might say."
Obi-Wan glanced over quickly, then back. "You're being
very kind."
Qui-Gon removed his suit jacket, hanging it up on a nearby
clothes tree. Obi-Wan noticed the muscles bulging under the
smooth silk shirt. He immediately looked away, not wanting to
be caught staring.
"I'll be back in a moment, Obi-Wan. If the waiter comes, order
drinks, please?"
Small smile. "Oh, I get to order this time?"
Broad grin. "I trust your judgement" he headed towards the
facilities.
He sat there, watching Qui-Gon retreat. The tailored pants
hugged him in all the right places. The broad back,
flexing underneath the rippling shirt as he moved, the buttocks
almost shaping and lifting the slacks...
Obi-Wan rubbed his eyes wearily. Damn, I've got to stop
this. Maybe I need to order something really strong. At least
that way if anything goes wrong I can blame it on the liquor
later.
The big woman kept eyeing him, batting her eyelids in an
affected manner.
Obi-Wan hastily motioned the waiter. Liquor? Hell, I'd drink
engine polish at this point.
"Sir? Are you ready to order?"
"Drinks only for now. Two Dragon Twisters, please" he paused as
the woman continued her silly efforts to flirt.
The slender waiter nodded briefly. "Your drinks will be ready
momentarily, sir."
"Thank you" Obi-Wan replied, still staring at the large woman.
It was a mistake that only encouraged her lame attempts even
more.
He sighed. What he really wanted was right in front of
him, but so far away. What he wouldn't touch with a ten foot
pole was nearby. Another sigh.
If I told him, would it make a difference? Would he reject
me, or could we work out something...
"Obi-Wan!"
The young Jedi almost jolted up from his seat. Qui-Gon was
staring at him worriedly.
He sat. "Padawan, I grow concerned. Your distraction is getting
worse. What's wrong?"
He tried calming his adrenaline surge. Please, waiter, get
those drinks here pronto!
The handsome face flushed. "N-Nothing. I was just...listening
to the music" his own voice sounded lame.
Qui-Gon leaned forward, deep voice rumbling lower now. "Your
shields have been erratic all night..."
Obi-Wan gulped. Oh ghods, he must've known what I'm
thinking.
A larger hand covered his own on the table, fiery in touch. The
nightblue eyes bored into him.
"You can tell me...anything."
Emerald eyes went wide. Obi-Wan's mind went blank, blood
pounding in his ears. "I-I wanted to tell you something..." he
stammered, trying to slow his racing pulse. Qui-Gon was too
close.
A gentle smile greeted him, strong features shaded in the
light.
//I know, my Obi-Wan.//
The younger man's breathing quickened, wild with hope. Now,
I've got to tell him now...
"Well excuuuuuuse me!" a shrill voice exclaimed. Startled, the
two men looked up.
It was the woman. If she was large from a distance, she was a
monstrous mountain of flesh up close. Wiggling and waggling,
she pulled up a chair and flopped between them, rolls of fat
shifting as she sat. The two Jedi fell back, stunned at her
boldness. She turned towards Qui-Gon.
"Hey, baby. You come here before?" she grinned with too-white
teeth.
Probably as fake as the rest of her, except for all that
fat Obi-Wan made a face, staring.
Qui-Gon stared as well. "Madame" he was not amused, "we
were having a private conversation. Please excuse yourself" he
motioned her previous table.
"Ooh" she cooed, jaws jiggling. "You're rough! I like
that. Strong. You speak your mind, sugar, I like men that know
what they want" she grabbed his hand.
Obi-Wan covered his mouth with his hand. The rolling freak show
was hitting on his Master. In spite of himself, he giggled.
Qui-Gon gave him a warning look. "Obi-Wan-"
The woman still gripped his hand. "Don't yell at the boy. He's
a cutie. I'd just love to mold him."
Obi-Wan abruptly stopped laughing. He curled a lip at her.
Squash me with your ugly is more like it, you blimp!
Irritated, Qui-Gon pulled his hand free. The woman immediately
gripped his chin, stroking his beard. She eyed him up and down,
leering.
"Baby, you are built . I bet you could seriously hurt
someone if you put your mind to it. Nice. Are you in the
'buisness'?" she noticed Qui-Gon's attire.
Obi-Wan's mind flashed back to the interrupted conversation. He
often wondered about Qui-Gon's 'strength' himself after many
nights of waking up with wet dreams...
Despite her soft appearance, the woman was surprisingly strong.
Qui-Gon had a difficult time pulling her off. His patience was
at an end.
"Release me, and leave us before I call for security" he pulled
away forcefully. She let him go, winking at some imagined
secret.
"Gotcha, baby. Security. You got some boys here, watching out?"
Obi-Wan had seen enough also. He had an idea, a goofy one.
"Hey lady! Heads up" he almost shouted.
She turned her thick neck, surprised at his outburst.
Using a touch of the force, Obi-Wan pointed his padawan braid
straight up in the air, then quirked it into the shape of a
giant question mark behind his head.
The large woman gasped. "What...are you a magician?"
He made a silly, sinister face. "That was just a demonstration,
woman. I have powers. Perhaps I will turn you into
something."
Amazingly, she leaped up with some speed. "No, I'd rather stay
the way I am!" she eyed Qui-Gon quickly. "No offense. Will
there be trouble?" she appeared genuinely afraid.
Qui-Gon played along. "Not unless you shame yourself with
another graceless display. I should hate to think you require
escorts on the way out" he indicated the distant doors.
She was already backing (or rolling, as it were) away from the
table. Hastily she disappeared without a second glance.
Once she was out of sight, the two Jedi howled with laughter.
Qui-Gon's teeth flashed in a smile. "You are so clever, my
Obi!"
The younger man flushed, noting the shortened use of his name.
Heat rose to various parts of his anatomy.
"Well, I just tried to think of something different" he
grinned.
The deep blue eyes sparkled. "So very well done."
The waiter appeared with their drinks. Swirling, greenish gold
liquid in giant fishbowls with stems.
"Your Dragon Twisters, sirs."
Qui-Gon's eyes rounded as he stared at the huge goblets placed
on the table. Obi-Wan shrugged sheepishly. Well, he didn't know
they served the drinks that big.
"Would you like to order now, sirs?"
Qui-Gon nodded. "Menus, please."
The waiter left them briefly. Qui-Gon gave his padawan a look.
"Dragon Twisters? You know how strong these are?"
"Well, you wanted me to choose, so I did. Besides, you said
this is our night..." he caught himself.
The deep eyes narrowed. "These things are big enough to
swim in, not just drink. Why, Obi?"
He evaded. "You'd rather have something milder?" teasing.
Stern face. "Very funny, padawan. We never needed alcohol in
order to speak freely with one another. Don't you trust me?"
Emerald eyes were bright. "Of course I do! Can't we...just
enjoy ourselves tonight, please? No questions."
Deep sigh. "All right." soft voice. "I just want you to be
happy."
They just stared at one another for a long moment.
The waiter returned with the menus. Qui-Gon looked up briefly.
"Tell me, do you have any recommendations? What is the house
meal of the evening?"
The waiter smiled knowingly. "Ah. We have an excellent Vigar
squab. Very tender, with two vegetables and steamed bread."
"Obi-Wan?"
Small smile. "Sounds good to me. Let's try it."
The kitchen was bustling with activity at the Jungle Cafe',
typical of a weekend. Cooks and assistants running madly about
over top one another. The two head chefs were arguing.
The taller one was loudest. "Listen to me, Logan. No one in
their right minds cooks Vigar Squab with rounden spice. It has
characteristics that can affect some of the...."
"Still temperamental as ever, Ian. Management wants the food to
be consistent, not a personal proving ground. If you've
got a beef, tell Frekko. He'll tell you what I'm telling
you. The menu of the day is to be prepared identically at all
times. It's not open to interpretation!"
The kitchen was suddenly silent. They were creating a
distraction.
"But you don't understand, they are-"
"Our other patrons have been pleased with the meal. You need
concern yourself with nothing else. This discussion is over"
the stocky chef finished. "We have a business to run here. I
suggest you act in a more professional manner. Those gentlemen
requested the house meal, and it will be prepared
consistent with the others. Now let's get to it."
The bustling activity resumed. The taller chef went off in a
huff, to chop some vegetables. Fine. He'd keep his mouth shut
about the spice, then. They'd find out soon enough.
The two Jedi were attempting to put a dent in their Dragon
Twisters, although for the life of him Qui-Gon couldn't figure
out why.
Obi-Wan's eyes were beginning to cross. "It seems like I've
been drinking from this thing forever. This fishbowl still
looks full!"
Qui-Gon looked a little...moony himself.
"Your own fault, Obi. They must be magic dragon drinks." he
leaned back, tilting his head slightly. "They go away and come
back."
Obi-Wan grinned foolishly. "A magik drunk drink dragon."
Qui-Gon stared at him. "Wrong. Both of you are drunk."
Obi-Wan looked around. "Where'd the rest of me go?"
The waiter arrived with their food in time to break up the
bizarre conversation. He saw the partially drained goblets and
surmised his customer's condition.
"Sirs, enjoy your food. It will help to settle the effects of
the Twisters. They are quite strong, and normally we recommend
patrons indulge after a meal."
Qui-Gon stared at his plate. "NOW he tells us."
The waiter was correct. The more they ate, the less drunk they
felt. The food was in fact, delicious.
"Master, we should come back here in the future. At least
recommend this place about the temple."
Qui-Gon nodded. "Indeed, it's been a while since I had so fine
a meal."
They ate in silence a bit, but the previous conversation began
to weigh on their minds.
Obi-Wan watched his Master eat, once again failing to not
stare. Is it me or is it getting warm in here?
Qui-Gon looked up at him suddenly. His breath caught.
"Padawan" he said softly. "I meant to tell thee...how lovely
you look this evening. How lovely you look all the
time..."
Obi-Wan gasped. "Ma-Master? I don't...there was something I was
going to tell you before."
Gentle nod. "I know. We were interrupted" he reached for his
hand.
Obi-Wan felt this throat tighten. "For months, I didn't know
how I was going to say this. I need to tell you what I feel-"
The deep blue eyes flashed a dark fire. Qui-Gon held the
younger man's hand in an iron grip. Obi-Wan could see the
powerful chest heaving underneath the smooth shirt.
"Was it like" he interrupted huskily, "earlier this evening?
When I wanted to tell you something as well?"
He could barely breathe now, his body racing with heat.
"You-wanted to tell me something, Master?" his voice dropped in
disbelief.
The eyes burned him. Voice dropped still deeper. "Only how I
wanted to make you mine and give you promises-"
"Master-"
"Drag you on the floor and love you the night away-"
"Qui-Gon!"
"Defy the Council, the Code, and any damn thing else in our
way."
Obi-Wan scarcely noticed he was shaking. Qui-Gon had taken both
his hands.
"No longer will I wait. We are finished here. Come!"
Obi-Wan sat dazed as Qui-Gon called for the waiter. The
drumbeat of his pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the
brief conversation. He felt rather than saw his Master drag him
by the hand.
Out in the cool night air, he struggled for a coherent thought.
"Master" he breathed, "I-I didn't know you felt this way-"
"Later" Qui-Gon looked around. "There must be a motel around
here somewhere!"
Obi-Wan felt about to explode himself. His body hummed, his
balls were tight, and his cock ached. And the gangster of love
wanted him.
Qui-Gon picked up the stray thought as they walked through the
downtown district. "Is that what I look like to you?" he was
amused, chuckling.
Emerald eyes blazed with heat, now. "Oh, yes. My
gangster of love" he added possessively. "One that will surely
gun me down shortly" he felt wicked now.
Qui-Gon whipped him around a corner into a deserted alleyway,
crushing him up against the wall.
"A shootout, lover. Now" he hissed, reaching at
Obi-Wan's crotch.
The younger man panted, totally out of control now. "Someone
might-"
//No one will see. It's dark now. Hurry!//
Obi-Wan duplicated the gesture, reaching into Qui-Gon's pants.
The prominent erection all but leapt into his hand. He pumped
it rapidly. No time for anything else, they were both too far
gone. Qui-Gon pumped him in return, grinding their erections
together between their bodies. His mouth covered Obi-Wan's in a
sweltering, wet kiss.
They exploded almost immediately, a fierce spasm shaking them
to the core. Both fists coated with creamy cum.
"Oh, my Master" Obi-Wan breathed over the taller man's
shoulder.
"Shh" Qui-Gon leaned into him against the wall. They paused
while their tremors eased. Eventually Obi-Wan pulled back a
bit, looking down.
"Our clothes! We can't go through the streets like this."
Qui-Gon thought quickly. "I'll take off my suit jacket and hold
it in front of me. Take your shirttail out of your pants."
Obi-Wan nodded. When they had finished, they looked about the
alley.
"It looks clear" Qui-Gon appeared satisfied.
Obi-Wan couldn't make out his expression in the dark. "Master,
I don't know what came over me, but-"
Qui-Gon smiled in the night. He stroked his padawan's face.
"The same thing that came over me. We can talk later.
Let's get out of this alley first!"
The younger Jedi nodded agreement.
They walked with considerable speed. Fortuneately there weren't
too many people about. Obi-Wan was still dazed and amazed at
the night's events. It wasn't over yet, either. He was hard
again, and aching.
/Master, I...I've got to slow up./
Qui-Gon turned suddenly, his voice a little raspy. "Padawan, we
can't. I don't know about you, but if I don't get off the
street..." he clutched the younger man's hand, pulling.
Obi-Wan's body was ruling his mind with blind heat. He grabbed
Qui-Gon's hand and rubbed it over his erection.
Quick kiss. "Do something, before I hump a rock" he panted.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes briefly, then looked about. "Sith! I
won't make it either..."
Obi-Wan held him close. Bad Idea. More leaking wetness, and he
was beginning to-
"Over here!" Qui-Gon snatched him behind a large
refrigeration unit. It was dimly lit from the back side.
They barely made it. Quick unzip.
//I need your mouth as well, my love, but this ground is
filthy.//
Obi-Wan eyed him wickedly. /Just how strong are you ,
Master?/
The dark eyes flashed with lust. Grabbing his padawan by the
waist, Qui-Gon flipped him upside down, leaning back against
the brick wall. Obi-Wan's arms wrapped around his hips, sucking
voraciously on his engorged cock.
Qui-Gon returned the favor. His face buried between the strong
thighs, hands gripping and bracing Obi-Wan's buttocks solidly,
he wolfed down the golden shaft, gently raking with his teeth.
Soon they were shaking again, clenching and swallowing
greedily.
Qui-Gon flipped his lover over so he could see his face. He
kissed Obi-Wan's forehead softly. The younger Jedi was
trembling. Qui-Gon himself wasn't in a much better state.
When he could talk, he stammered softly, "Obi, forgive me. This
isn't how I wanted it to be for us, but-"
The younger man held him tightly. "I'm...pretty out of control,
too. Don't know what's happening, it's like I can't even slow
myself down" he looked up softly. "As long as it's you,
I don't care."
Qui-Gon stroked the spiky head. "We've got to get off the
street before there's an embarrassing episode. And believe me,
at this rate, there will be one. Are you okay?"
Soft smile. "For now."
They straightened themselves up. Qui-Gon pulled an arm around
Obi-Wan's waist possessively. "We must find a hotel."
Back at the Jungle Cafe', the waiter who served the two Jedi
was smiling to himself. He stopped briefly in the kitchen. Ian,
the Master Chef, had questioned him about the last two
customers that ordered Vigar Squab.
"Did they react strangely at all, Franco?"
The waiter considered. "Well, they had dragon twisters also. A
combination I wouldn't recommend in any case. They seemed to be
in a tremendous hurry after they'd eaten."
Ian lifted an eyebrow. "Oh??"
Franco grinned. "I'm not in people's business, mind you, but
they seemed pretty horny. Probably raced out for a night on the
town."
Ian laughed. "I told that idiot Logan not to cook the
squab with rounden spice. In some humanoid species it acts like
a potent aphrodisiac!"
Franco covered his mouth in amazement. "And with Dragon
Twisters..."
The tall chef snickered. "Well, let me put it this way. They'll
either wake up married, in court, or in jail. Any way you slice
it, they're gonna have one hell of a night!"
The two men howled in laughter.
It was turning into one hell of a night.
They had actually made it indoors without having to do
the wild thing. Obi-Wan stood dazedly at the front desk while
Qui-Gon reserved a room for the night. They were lucky to find
a motel with any vacancies on such short notice.
The manager eyed them disapprovingly. "Sir, this is a
respectable establishment. We don't want any problems here."
Qui-Gon stared at him. "Excuse me? All we require is lodging
for the night."
He looked at Obi-Wan. "We don't discriminate. However, there
are rules of conduct that..."
What's he driving at? Are we that obvious? Obi-Wan
wondered. His body was tightening up again.
"Who said anything about conduct?" Qui-Gon was annoyed. "We
walked in, we approached this desk. What are you talking
about!"
The manager glared at Qui-Gon critically. "Sir, I have
been in this buisiness for over forty years. And I know damn
well when trouble walks in the door."
Qui-Gon looked briefly at Obi-Wan, throwing his hands up. The
younger Jedi shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of his
mouth.
/Gangster./
//What?//
/You're the gangster of love. He thinks you're in the
business./
Qui-Gon snorted, rolled his eyes. The manager continued to
stare at them suspiciously.
"Listen. If I give you assurances that nothing will
happen, can we obtain a room? We'll be gone in the morning."
The man rubbed his chin. "Ok, I'll take a chance. But if
there's a peep out of you, you're out. I'll send Bruce up in a
heartbeat. Got it?"
Qui-Gon nodded. "Agreed."
Who's Bruce? Obi-Wan wondered.
The manager pointed at a far wall. "Now read the rules of
conduct over there."
Perplexed, the two men turned and stared at a large sign. It
read:
NO LOUD MUSIC, NO FIGHTING, NO UNAUTHORIZED GUESTS, NO FIREARMS
OR SHARP OBJECTS, NO FLAMMABLE ITEMS, NO ALCOHOL, NO DISRUPTIVE
BEHAVIOR, NO GAMBLING.
Qui-Gon couldn't believe this. And his nipples were beginning
to bother him. A lot. Sith, not this, not now.
"You post this? If your place is so quiet, why do you need such
regulations!"
Obi-Wan approached the desk. "We have no intention of-"
The manager interrupted. "The sign is for the weekend crowd,
which tends to get a little wild" he stared at the young man
again.
My stuff hurts all over Obi-Wan thought. Why's this
old idiot gawking at me so much?
"May we have the key" Qui-Gon appeared impatient. His whole
chest was burning and the sensation was moving down rapidly.
The manager coughed, dropping the key in Qui-Gon's hand.
"Remember what I said. No funny business."
They headed for the elevator. There was virtually no activity,
the hour being so late.
/I don't understand that whole episode./
//Me either, padawan, but it hardly matters now.//
They stepped on the elevator. Qui-Gon pushed the 4th floor
button. After the doors closed he backed up, brushing against
Obi-Wan. The contact sent pinpricks up his spine. A very
prominent erection was pushing him in the back.
"Obi-Wan"- he gasped, staring at the obvious bulge. The muscles
in his thighs twitched.
The younger man looked down as well. "No wonder the manager
kept staring."
The elevator lurched, stopped.
"Not again!!" the two men exclaimed, and not just about the
elevator.
Qui-Gon banged furiously on the panel. Every light was on.
"Stuck!"
Obi-Wan massaged his erection, trying to ease the pounding
ache. His master was too close, and very hot.
"There must be an emergency call panel somewhere" he managed.
Qui-Gon desperately needed something to focus on,
anything except his sexy padawan. His legs were
tightening up too badly and his groin hurt.
/Master, look at me/ sensuous, silky.
Qui-Gon's legs were getting weak. A tug at the horse braid down
his back.
/Want my Gangster.../
Qui-Gon turned around slowly. The eyes were lidded, full of
fire. "Yess."
/Gangster of Love.../
Crushing Obi-Wan's lips against his own, Qui-Gon dragged him
slowly to the floor, reaching into his pants. Obi-Wan
duplicated the gesture, stroking his Master, pulling him free.
It was easier this time, they could lie down on the soft
carpet. Qui-Gon tore off the confining suit jacket. Obi-Wan
massaged the thick nipples that stood prominently under the
sweaty silk shirt. Qui-Gon groaned from the touch. They turned
on their sides, taking each other to heights of pleasure,
sucking and pulling on puffy cocks, teasing and caressing the
heavy sacs underneath.
Gasping, straining, sweating. /I want you inside me so bad!/
//I'll bang you to your heart's content later. Come with me!//
With a wrench and a cry, Obi-Wan flooded Qui-Gon's mouth. As he
swallowed deeply his own body bucked up and let go with an
answering shudder. The sweet lips gobbled up every drop.
They lay sprawled on the elevator floor disheveled, spent, and
confused.
"This is..." Obi-Wan didn't know where to begin. "Wonderful.
But what's going on here?"
Qui-Gon fixed his pants. "I...begin to suspect something is
triggering this, but-"
"The drinks maybe? Dragon Twisters are extremely
strong."
Qui-Gon shook his head. "Something else. Alcohol depresses the
nervous system. We would've passed out a long time ago."
Small smile. "I'm about to pass out now. But you're right, this
is something more along the lines of a stimulant."
"I'm going to try this panel again. We need to get out of here
so we can sleep this off" Qui-Gon pressed at the wall panel.
Obi-Wan straightened up. Will we make it that far? It's a
crazy night.
A tinny voice came over the panel.
Elevator three malfunction override. Please stand by.
Obi-Wan stood. "What'd you do?"
Qui-Gon shrugged. "Nothing. It must be automatic" he frowned.
"I don't remember overrides being that fast."
Obi-Wan grinned at him slyly. "They aren't. "You are."
Qui-Gon flushed red a bit.
Nice to know I can make a Jedi Master blush.
Another lurch. The elevator doors opened.
"Let's get out of here quick. Before anything else
happens" he grabbed Obi-Wan's hand, pulling him out into the
corridor.
Despite his seeming outer calm, Obi-Wan wondered if his Master
realized just how possessive he really was.
Got through all this relatively unscathed, I think.
They nearly tripped over a drunk in the hallway.
The two Jedi looked at each other. So much for house
rules.
Wearily, they went inside their room.
"Okay" Obi-Wan leaned against the door, eyes shut. "So it
wasn't the drinks. What, then?"
Qui-Gon fell on the bed. He stared at the ceiling. "Let's see.
Vigar squab, vegetables. I don't get it."
"Pretty spicy, though. Still tasty."
Qui-Gon nodded. "Yes, it was...spicy!" he sat up
abruptly. He thought furiously a moment.
Obi-Wan stood at attention. "What is it!"
A knowing smile broke out over the strong features. Qui-Gon
laughed.
His companion was annoyed. "Want to fill me in, Master? Or am I
supposed to guess?"
"Galaxy! This is hilarious. Padawan, the spice used on our
dinner is a known aphrodesiac when prepared a certain way. At
least, that's what I've heard. It's very potent."
Numerous emotions danced across the handsome features. He
settled for irritation.
"Funny, is it? We risked public embarrassment, and they were
irresponsible to prepare meals known to have such effects!"
Qui-Gon was a little taken aback at the intensity. "A gross
error, to be certain. There was no harm done" he searched
Obi-Wan's face. "What's behind this outburst?"
He dropped into a chair, the proper Jedi. "It is no outburst. I
dislike deceit. Someone in the restaurant had to know. I
imagine they're getting a big laugh out of this entire
situation!"
Qui-Gon sat up. "Obi-Wan. Nobody made a mockery of our love. Do
you hear me?"
The young man's eyes stung. He looked away, nodding.
Qui-Gon slid off the bed, embracing him gently. "We need to get
cleaned up and get some rest. It's been a long night. All
right?"
Obi-Wan pulled off a little. "Fine. Maybe I'm just tired."
Qui-Gon struggled to keep a straight face. "Well it has
been...energetic."
Obi-Wan did laugh then. "I'll say. You want to take the
shower first?"
Qui-Gon tossed his clothes in the 'fresher' before taking his
shower.
We still haven't finished our conversation this mad
night.
Obi-Wan sat miserably out in the room.
I still need to tell him how I feel. It was supposed to be a
special night, and it's been made a joke. Damn those people at
the Cafe'!
He looked down at himself. Need to get out of these clothes,
too. I can't even stand myself.
As he finished the thought, Qui-Gon stepped out, dripping,
wearing a towel . Wet slickness sculpted the muscled form. "All
yours, Obi-Wan."
He felt a stab of heat in his groin. Where in Sith did he
get that body?
"Obi-Wan? Don't you want to clean up now?"
Startled. "Oh! Right."
Qui-Gon made a face. "You are as distracted as you were
earlier."
And for the same reasons, too. But this sight is making it
worse. "I'm beat, I won't take long" he scurried past into
the bathroom.
Qui-Gon sighed. He stretched out on the bed. Adrenaline must
be wearing off. I'm feeling a little draggy myself.
Next door, a newlywed couple enjoyed their first evening alone.
"Pane', this is such a nice quiet place, don't you think?"
A pale blue, slender form answered. "We made such a good
choice, Akbarr. The service is good, and for the most part, the
people are nice."
The happy groom smiled. "It's nice to have space and time to
think for a change. The entire wedding was pretty hectic" he
cuddled next to his new bride. "It's going to be a perfect
night..."
What a wild night.
Obi-Wan turned the water off, finally feeling clean again. He
wrapped himself in a towel, drying his hair with another.
He reached into the 'fresher, removing Qui-Gon's suit and
shirt. Though clean, they retained his scent. Obi-Wan held the
shirt and slacks against his face.
I want to remember this.
Hanging the items up, he remembered to toss his own clothing
inside. Padding out to the bedroom, he saw his Master was sound
asleep.
He sat across the room in an overstuffed chair, staring at the
long form.
At least over here I can sleep. I think.
He turned over awkwardly in the chair, resting his head on his
forearms.
An hour passed. He couldn't sleep or get comfortable.
And his body was starting to throb again.
Will this stuff ever wear off? Or is it just me?
He opened his eyes. Heart dropped. Qui-Gon held him in an
intense gaze.
"I-I thought you were asleep."
Qui-Gon raised up on an elbow. The long mane tumbled loose down
on the bed.
"I couldn't sleep. I merely used a relaxation technique. That
didn't work either."
"Oh."
"Why are you over there. There is plenty of room here" he
indicated the bed.
Obi-Wan frowned. "I didn't want to disturb you."
Deep eyes narrowed. "The truth, padawan. Something needs to be
said."
Temper flared in the emerald eyes. "It's been a lousy night!"
"That again. Was all of it lousy?!"
Flush of heat at the memory. "No, I didn't mean that.
But-"
"Come" the deep voice rumbled. Qui-Gon extended a hand.
Another throb, down low. Damn him for being so...! "I'm
fine. Try to get some sleep."
Qui-Gon shifted up. "Come. Or I will pick you up myself."
"Are you serious?"
"Very."
In open disbelief, he approached the bed, sitting down on the
end but facing away from Qui-Gon.
My padawan is as stubborn as he is beautiful. This will not
stay between us.
"May I tell you something?" he leaned close to the bronzed
back.
Obi-Wan shivered. His body was betraying him again. "What. We
said everything-"
"At the restaurant this evening. I meant every word I said" he
tugged at the padawan braid.
"Obi-Wan gulped. "I-believe you. It's just that..."
Kisses on the back of the neck, around the side, across the
shoulder. "I love you. I have loved you for a long time" long
hair tickled his back.
He closed his eyes, voice unsteady from the sensations.
"Qui-Gon."
"I meant what I said in the alley."
"In the alley?" Obi-Wan rasped. His skin felt hot now.
Arm snaked around his waist from behind, pulling him back.
"That wasn't the way I wanted it to be between us."
Obi-Wan turned his head a little. "I wanted to tell you all
day, for a long time-"
Head leaned into his neck, kissing the curve of the throat. A
large hot hand massaged a fat nipple gently.
"I need no aphrodisiac to want you like this."
Obi-Wan melted, turning into a deep kiss. "Love you, love you."
Qui-Gon dragged Obi-Wan back on the bed slowly, drawing out
caresses and kisses.
The green eyes were glowing now. "I meant what I said in the
elevator."
Face held. Long, sucking kiss. Deep eyes looking through him
again.
"I've thought of nothing else."
Obi-Wan wanted to taste every inch of the salty skin. "We can
take our time now" he breathed against the wide chest,
showering kisses, moving downward. He pulled the towel away.
"Not...too much time, padawan" Qui-Gon gasped. His
erection bobbed in the air.
Obi-Wan kissed his groin. "How did you manage to...I thought
the spice was out of your system!"
Gritted teeth. "It's got nothing to do with it, you little
fool. I want you!"
The big body so aroused made his own cock weep.
/Wanted you like this, so long.../
Qui-Gon reached down, snatching Obi-Wan's towel off. He pulled
the golden body down over his.
//Hurry! I want to feel you inside.//
Obi-Wan stroked the clenching thighs. /Gangster. Do you always
get what you want?/
The long legs lifted up. "I'd better!" he rasped.
Obi-Wan slid inside easily in one swift motion. Qui-Gon cried
out, arching, legs up then back, feet touching the bedstand.
The motion forced Obi-Wan in deeper. He leaned forward, laying
as flat as possible. Slowly he ground against the larger man,
the wet cock and balls squashed between them.
Both men rasped in pleasure, their bodies raw with aching need.
"Stars! That's so good!" Qui-Gon shouted, clutching the
bronzed back.
The dragging sensations were exquisite. "Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan had
to move. And move he did. Pumping with increasing speed, he
pushed Qui-Gon's arched body up toward the headboard. The bed
shifted and creaked loudly.
"What the...devil is going on over there" Akbarr was irritated.
"Who can get any sleep with all that damn racket!"
Pane' put a hand over her mouth, giggling. "Maybe they're
newlyweds too."
"Well at least they ought to be considerate."
She shushed him. "Give them a little time. They'll settle
down."
He hugged his wife. "Fine. But if they can't be more quiet, I'm
calling the manager."
Over an hour later, they still hadn't settled down.
True to his promise, Qui-Gon was doing his best to batter
Obi-Wan into unconsciousness. Bed bouncing up and down in
crescendo, headstand banging repeatedly against the wall.
/Ghods...wonderful...hurts/ Obi-Wan drove back on the big cock,
humping up, down, and sideways. Qui-Gon drove into him, arms
wrapped around the younger man from behind. He pinched and
pulled the plump nipples in rhythm with his thrusts.
//Love you. So beautiful// he nipped the nape of Obi-Wan's
neck.
A final thrust. Their bodies spasmed, thrashed.
"MAAAAAAAASTERR...!"
"Obi-WANN...!"
The long abused bed couldn't take anymore. With one last creak
it crashed to the floor, frame and all.
"That does it!" Akbarr jumped up. "What the hell kind of
freaks stay in this place, anyway?! It sounds like someone's
getting killed in there with all that screaming!"
Pane' was likewise startled, staring at the wall. "They might
be. If I didn't know better, I'd swear they broke the bed. And
somebody was called 'Master'. What are they into,
anyway?"
"Perverts. I'm calling the manager."
"Oohhh" Obi-Wan giggled. "We've done it now."
Qui-Gon kissed his back, shoulder blades. "Hmm. Good."
"Master, the bed! Aren't you listening to me?"
Tongue in his ear, tracing the ridge. "Tasty. What about the
bed, my Obi."
Exasperation. "It's on the floor. We broke it!"
Languid yawn, stretch. Soft kisses in the spiky hair. "Well
broke, I'd say. How unfortunate-"
Banging knock on the front door.
Obi-Wan rolled out from underneath. "See, I told you-" he
began.
"Shh!" Qui-Gon shushed him, trying to pull him back
underneath.. "Just stay quiet. Maybe they'll..."
More banging, insistent this time.
Obi-Wan sat up, wrapping a sheet around himself. "Now
what?"
Qui-Gon was coming out of his love induced haze. He picked a
towel up off the floor, wrapping it around his waist.
He went to the door. "Yes? May I help you?"
A rough, burly man with thick gray hair stood in the hallway.
"It's Bruce. What's the problem in here!"
"No problem. Everything is fine."
"That isn't what I understand! We've been getting calls
downstairs about noise. Now what's going on in there!"
So that's Bruce. Obi-Wan peered around the corner.
Qui-Gon gave his best innocent routine. "I assure you, sir
there is no noise problem in here. My friend and I were merely
trying to get some sleep."
The man grunted. "That's not what I heard. Whatever you're
'getting' sure ain't sleep! I've got orders to keep an eye on
you two. Any funny business and you're outta here!"
Qui-Gon shrugged. "I understand. There is no noise in here, as
I said. Thank you for your concern."
Bruce attempted to look around behind Qui-Gon. "Huh! That goes
for you too, pretty boy. Keep it quiet, we run a respectable
joint here!" he shouted into the room.
Obi-Wan ducked back around the corner, frowning. Jerk.
In a huff, the burly man stalked down the hallway. Qui-Gon
closed the door quietly, grinning.
He stretched again, head thrown back. Obi-Wan came out into the
living room.
"We run a respectable joint here" he mocked, making a
face.
Qui-Gon smiled slowly. His padawan looked quite...delightful
wrapped loosely in a bedsheet. His eyes roamed hotly up and
down, taking in the bronzed shoulders and legs.
Obi-Wan blushed a little. "You heard the man. No funny stuff"
heat swept across his face and moved further down. Qui-Gon
moved closer, eyeing him hungrily.
"Qui-Gon" the emerald eyes blazed. "Are you listening to me?"
he was backing up. The room was getting much too warm.
The taller man leaned into him, mane tumbling forward. Obi-Wan
kept backing up. "Please listen, will you?" his voice tailed
off, shaky with desire.
Voice of dark velvet. Thumb tracing over sensuous lips. "I have
other ideas, Obi-Wan."
They had moonwalked back to the scene of the crime. Obi-Wan ran
out of room and smack into the bedroom wall.
"You...aren't hearing me" Obi-Wan panted, trembling. Qui-Gon
lunged forward, claiming his mouth. //I want to hear something
else.//
Sucking, fevered kisses and groans echoed throughout the room
as they ground tightly together against the wall. The bedsheet
Obi-Wan wore tumbled to the floor. Likewise Qui-Gon's towel.
They were both sweating now. Worse than...a damn jack
rabbit Obi-Wan thought foggily, as Qui-Gon attempted to
swallow his tongue whole. Qui-Gon lifted him higher, separating
his thighs wide, and thrust inside. He wiggled inside the hot
channel, seeking the sensitive spot, finding it.
The younger man shrieked in sweet agony, clawing the wide back,
wrapping his legs around strong hips. Qui-Gon's thrusts picked
up speed, bumping them against the wall...
"Can you believe this bantha@&*#?!" Akbarr shouted.
"They're at it again!"
Pane'. "Maybe they need to be spayed. This is ridiculous! I
thought management had taken care of the problem."
"Apparently not" Akbarr pulled on some clothes. "I'm going down
to the front desk. Enough of this nonsense!"
"Wait!" Pane' exclaimed. "I'll go with you. I've had enough
live entertainment!!"
Hastily pulling on her robe, she accompanied her husband
downstairs.
The last orgasm damn near killed them both. Locked together,
they slid down onto the floor. Obi-Wan thought a bomb exploded
in his head. He fuzzed in and out of consciousness.
Qui-Gon was totally limp. //Be a good padawan and help me find
my eyeballs. I think they've leaked onto the carpet.//
Obi-Wan's eyes couldn't focus. /Soon as...I find my brains./
Down in the lobby, a mob threatened revolt. An assortment of
frayed and frazzled customers assaulted the manager's desk.
Most of them had their sleep interrupted by the Jedi tryst.
Some were wide awake while it went on, watching their
viewscreens or playing deck cards. All were mad as hell.
The manager desperately tried to keep them at bay, or at least
calm them down.
An old man shook his cane, rapping it on the desk. "In all my
hundred years, I've never heard such! They sound like they need
to be at a zoo, in a cage!"
"They'd scare the other animals with their antics" another man
complained. "Damn, sounded like an orgy or something."
Pane'. "My husband and I are here on our honeymoon. We called
down here earlier. Did you do anything at all?!"
Akbarr. "Talk about a no class establishment! It's almost dawn,
and we haven't gotten a lick of sleep."
Another old man. "Freaks! flaming, friggin'-"
A woman in a bathrobe. "I'm underneath those
degenerates. I thought they were going to crash through the
ceiling! The whole bed hit the floor, I heard it..."
And so it went. The manager clutched his head in aggravation.
Obi-Wan managed to drag himself to a sitting position against
the wall. He still could barely open his eyes. Qui-Gon wasn't
in a much better state, laid out on the floor, leaning on an
elbow.
"Obi-Wan. I sense a commotion downstairs" he managed.
The younger Jedi opened one eye. "About us. We...have to leave
now, I think."
Qui-Gon looked out the window. "It's beginning to get light" he
turned back towards his padawan, extending his arms.
Obi-Wan backed away. "Qui-Gon, I love you like crazy. But if
you reach for me again I swear I'll kill you!"
Qui-Gon held his eyes, sitting up. "Please don't shout,
Obi-Wan. I merely wanted to help you up."
"Oh. Sorry."
Qui-Gon rested his head on his knees. "I have an idea. We get
dressed, do downstairs and confront the manager."
Obi-Wan was confused. "Confront him? About what?"
Small smile. "Hide in plain sight. We pretend to be outraged at
'our' activity."
Obi-Wan held his head. "I...don't know how fast I can move."
Qui-Gon stood slowly, pulling him up. "Concentrate, use the
force. It's difficult considering our...night together, but
focus. We don't have much time."
They dressed as quickly as possible. Obi-Wan frowned, looking
at Qui-Gon critically.
Qui-Gon looked askance. "What is it?"
The younger man walked behind him, sectioning his hair.
"Obi-Wan, would you stop worrying about my hair! We don't have
time-"
"Time enough, Master. It ruins the effect to have it loose" he
braided the horse tail. Qui-Gon sighed impatiently.
The deft hands moved quickly. "All done."
They moved to the door. There was another commotion coming down
the hallway.
"We have company" Qui-Gon whispered. "Let's go to the opposite
stairwell" he grabbed Obi-Wan's hand, pulling him along.
The younger man smiled to himself as they scooted down the
opposite hallway. /All mine./
As they went down the stairwell, Qui-Gon spoke. "Just go along
with what I say" he smirked. "We'll confuse the manager soon
enough."
The two men went to the main lobby. The angry mob was still
blasting the manager, who was shouting over the din.
Qui-Gon took up the gauntlet, walking towards the chaos. "It
was terrible, ridiculous. What kind of people are allowed to
stay overnight here!"
They turned to look at the two approaching men.
"See, he heard it too! An old man shouted, pointing. "They
probably didn't sleep all night either."
You got that right Obi-Wan thought. "I was amazed. They
were totally out of control."
The old man with the cane was still there, threatening to hit
the manager on the head with it.
"Those freaks should've been tossed out before they kept half
the hotel up-"
The manager blustered, gawking at them. "What, you-"
"Good people" Qui-Gon addressed the crowd. "I wouldn't
stay long at such a place. In fact my friend and I are leaving
this poor establishment."
"Who are you trying to gull, mister! I sent Bruce up-"
"Who's Bruce?" Obi-Wan looked innocent. "All I know is, we paid
for a quiet, peaceful night. We certainly didn't get one!"
"I want my money back!" Akbarr demanded. "Knew I should've gone
to a more expensive place for my honeymoon."
"The young man's right" an old woman interrupted. "We should
get our money's worth. I want a refund too!"
The group started up again. Qui-Gon dropped the key into the
manager's hand. He stared in outrage as people shouted all
around his ears.
"This is your fault! I knew you were trouble!"
"Don't blame them. Your hotel stinks!"
Another woman. "And the food ain't all that, either!"
Qui-Gon smiled. "No, we are merely gone. Have a nice day" they
left the manager with his lynch mob.
Outside the hotel, Obi-Wan laughed, holding his sides.
"Liked that, did you?" Qui-Gon grinned.
"That-that was hilarious" he choked, giggling.
"Come. Let's walk a bit, padawan. The pre-dawn is here. I would
watch the sun rise with you."
Obi-Wan grew suddenly quiet, nodded.
They walked to a nearby park. There wasn't too much activity on
the streets so early. Most people were preparing to go to their
churches or religious temples in the next few hours.
The two Jedi found a secluded section of the park with large,
shaded trees. A large water fountain was nearby. Qui-Gon
stretched out on the grass.
"Come here, padawan" the deep eyes glowed.
Obi-Wan stood off, wary. "I think I'll stand and watch the
sunrise, Master. You remember what I said before we left the
hotel!"
Qui-Gon regarded him a moment, then leg whipped him.
"Wha-??" Legs jerked out from underneath, Obi-Wan tumbled down
into his arms.
"I want to watch the sunrise with you" Qui-Gon repeated softly,
pinning him in the grass. He looked down into bright emerald
eyes.
Obi-Wan breathed rapidly. "Gangster. That was a dirty trick."
"Yes" Qui-Gon leaned down. Moist kiss.
Despite soreness and fatigue, Obi-Wan found his body
responding.
The kiss deepened. Tingling heat ran across his chest and down
to his groin.
Obi-Wan tried not to focus on his growing erection. "Master" he
gasped, "have you considered getting yourself 'fixed'? You're
going to kill us both."
Qui-Gon laughed softly. "You should talk. You're
practically insatiable" he murmured against the silky neck.
"Nympho."
Obi-Wan tried to control his breathing. "A very tired, very
sore nympho."
Nip, nuzzle on neck. "It's your own fault for being so sexy" he
stroked the younger man's thighs and stomach.
The caresses picked up intensity and speed. Obi-Wan couldn't
lay still any longer, clutching the taller man and pulling him
on top. He kneaded Qui-Gon's back and buttocks with firm
strokes. Erections strained against each other through
clothing.
The caresses suddenly slowed. They'd reached the limit of their
endurance. Problem was, their bodies didn't know it.
Qui-Gon rolled aside. The night blue eyes were partially
closed. "Lucky for you...I'm too damn exhausted to do anything.
Can barely make my arms and legs move."
Obi-Wan was equally draggy. "Yeah...well, the fat lady was
right."
Frown. "Fat lady?"
Obi-Wan smiled lovingly. "At the restaurant. You are
built like a shid brickhouse-"
Qui-Gon blushed.
"-and damn well can hurt somebody. I can barely walk as it is."
"I...am...forgive me, padawan. I would never intentionally-"
Quick kiss. "I know. Look, here comes the sun."
They viewed the horizon. It was splendid, with rainbow colored
bands and clouds. Soon the sun peeked up.
"Lovely" Qui-Gon commented.
Obi-Wan nodded. "It is magnificent."
Qui-Gon looked at him. "Not just the sunrise, my Obi. I have
been thinking. If I were to challenge the Council to accept our
love, would you agree to it?"
Bright green eyes blazed in wonderment. "You...would come out
in the open about our bond?"
The strong face smiled gently. "Obi. You know what their
reaction will probably be. If they...cast us out of the order,
will you come with me?"
Obi-Wan's heart fluttered with joy. Holding Qui-Gon's face in
his hands, he gave the only answer he could.
"I will always be at your side, Qui-Gon. Forever!"
Qui-Gon melted. "Oh, Obi-" he grabbed him in a tight embrace,
crushing his lips.
It had been one hell of a night. But it was worth it.
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