Spoilers: Not this time around. Although, be truthful, how many
people out there by now haven't seen TPM who have access
to this kinda stuff?
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Never, ever, ever read Great Smut Jedi
Fanfiction during a severe T-Storm. Because, if you're
not lucky and the lightning doesn't strike you
dead or really incapacitate you, then the plot bunnies shall
hunt you down and gnaw on you mercilessly for tempting them.
Archive: Master & Apprentice, anywhere else, take it if you
want it. You know the rules: Keep the name on there.
Summary: Getting wild is half the fun. Especially if you have
your very own "lightning rod."
Disclaimer: (hands held way up into the air in all innocence)
Hey, officer! How are ya, Mr. I-Am-The-Law? Yeah, it's obvious
that I don't own them! Of course George Lucas
owns all the mentioned Star Wars stuff! I only own this fic,
and I swear I'm making no money off this. I only wanted to make
us all laugh. Really? Ya mean it? I'm free to go? Gee, thanks,
sir! Now, since you seem to be in such a benevolent mood, about
those few million speeding tickets...
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"It's rather peaceful up here, isn't it, Padawan?"
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied as he and his master, Qui-Gon
Jinn, floated some two miles up in the air above the surface of
the planet Strebo.
The two Jedi floated, relaxed and serene, held aloft only by
Obi-Wan's manipulations of the Force, two miles above the
balcony of the rooms they were given by the majordomo of the
Desjoune governor's palace. Qui-Gon had, after they had
returned from a state dinner, suggested that they work off
their excesses. Obi-Wan had agreed, assuming that his lover and
master meant lovemaking, only to find himself up in the air.
True, the view was spectacular. The sun was setting over the
nearby mountains, setting the sky afire in every gorgeous shade
of color between red, yellow, and orange. The clouds that
whisked by them looked like spun gold that sparkled in the
light of the setting sun. Even as Obi-Wan watched, the sun set
further, and the colors faded slightly, becoming less intense.
Qui-Gon seemed content to simply relax in the grip of Obi-Wan's
Force embrace. The Master had set a specified amount of time -
an hour - in which to simply float in the air. Obi-Wan had kept
them up in the sky for an hour and a half, and the Padawan
could feel his master's pride and approval in him.
Obi-Wan watched as Qui-Gon stretched slightly, and then looked
over at him. A small smile graced the Master's lips as he said,
"Truly, Padawan, you've done well. Thank you for extending the
training time so that we may enjoy the view from such a
wonderful viewpoint."
"You are welcome, my Master," Obi-Wan murmured, smiling
slightly himself as a wicked idea formed in his head.
"Your command of the Force is most impressive, Obi-Wan. You
please me with such an effortless display," Qui-Gon continued.
Even as the sun finally sank below the mountains, Obi-Wan's
grin turned from barely-formed to controlled wickedness. "Oh, I
wouldn't say effortless, Master. Sometimes, I just get .
. . tired."
Qui-Gon's blue eyes gleamed as a wide grin suddenly blossomed
on his handsome face. "Um, Obi-Wan, your hold on the Force is
weakening to the point of non-existent."
"Mmm-hmm."
"You know what that means, don't you?"
"Mmm-hmm."
And then they both plummeted through the air which rang with
the tremor of their voices as they both roared, "FREE
FALL!!!"
Due to Qui-Gon's heavier mass, he fell faster, but the Master
and Apprentice team simply locked their hands together in a
tight grip, grinning at each other as Qui-Gon looked up at his
Padawan. "You did bring the anti-grav unit?"
With a slight sneer, Obi-Wan scoffed, "Anti-grav unit? We don't
need any stinking anti-grav unit!" A moment later, as the
ground rushed towards them faster and faster, he added, "I
thought you brought the anti-grav unit?"
Qui-Gon's laughter rang out and then the Master replied, "Next
time, I'll send a memo."
Obi-Wan laughed as well and said, "Seeing as how we're going to
die anyway, Master, I don't suppose you'd object to giving me a
kiss goodbye?"
"Now, really, Padawan," Qui-Gon said as he let go of his
Padawan's hand, "if I did that, wouldn't that be
admitting defeat? You know that as Jedi, we can never say die,
even if it kills us."
Obi-Wan started laughing, even as he sent through their link,
'Seriously though, Master, relax. I've got you . . .'
'Allow me, my Padawan,' Qui-Gon sent back, and Obi-Wan
felt the power of the Force well up in ready answer to his
master's call.
"We're slowing down?" he said quietly, even as the fact of that
statement became apparent. The two Jedi slowed and rotated
position in the air so that when their feet finally touched the
slate floor of their balcony, they were both right side up and
looking as unruffled as if they had just gone for a stroll in
the park.
"Just think of it as an exercise in control, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon
stated as he released his hold on the Force.
Obi-Wan smiled. "Yes, Master, of course. Control, control,
control."
"Something troubles you about maintaining control, my Padawan?"
Qui-Gon asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"No, Master. I simply believe that every once in a while, you
could stand a little more spontaneity."
"What do you call what happened in the elevator?"
"Very good, to be categorized under: It Should Happen More
Often."
Qui-Gon laughed and reached out to pull Obi-Wan close to him,
wrapping his arms around him in an affectionate hug. He sighed
in pleasure as the younger man nestled close to him as they
watched the stars and moons come out.
"Tomorrow we witness the Pact Renewal. Then there is a formal
banquet, and then we can spend the rest of the evening simply
relaxing," Qui-Gon said quietly.
"I don't know if I should be happy that we'll be resting, or
disappointed that we won't be exerting ourselves in an
altogether enticing manner," Obi-Wan sighed.
Qui-Gon laughed and squeezed his beloved tighter. "Insatiable
imp."
"So?"
The Jedi Master simply continued to laugh, holding his precious
imp tightly to him.
Qui-Gon smiled as he bowed and thanked the Desjoune governor
for allowing them to attend the Witnessing of the Pact Renewal.
"Ah, no, Master Jinn, it was our honor and privilege to
have you and your Padawan present," the governor replied, a
large smile on his plump, jolly face. The governor, whose name
was Macredo Penulu, was a short man, only coming up to
Obi-Wan's shoulder. He had shoulder-length white hair, a white
mustache and full beard, and was very plump. He also had a
wonderfully happy and expansive personality and something else
that made the Jedi extraordinarily happy: a strong sense of
fair play.
The Jedi smiled and then, suddenly, thunder rumbled beyond the
glass windows of the ballroom. Everyone stilled and turned to
watch the approaching thunderstorm, knowing that the glass,
reinforced by transparent steel, would not shatter in the high
winds.
"Ah, it would appear that the thunderstorm that was predicted
earlier has arrived," Macredo said, smiling. "The lightning
displays are truly fantastic; they crackle in every color of
the spectrum."
"I'm certain we will find it highly entertaining, Governor
Penulu," Qui-Gon replied, smiling as well.
"Please, call me Mac. All of my other friends do, and we're
done with the formalities for the evening."
"I am known as Qui-Gon to my friends," the elder Jedi said,
laughing.
"And you, young Padawan?" Mac asked, raising an eyebrow at the
apprentice.
"Obi-Wan," the younger Jedi said, grinning widely. "I don't
mind in the least, Mac."
"Great! Well, then, now that everyone's finally comfortable, I
can really sit back and enjoy the show." Mac said. "As I
understand it, you've come from a difficult and tiring mission
just to honor us with your presence. Everyone else here knows
about it, so if you find that you wish to retire at any time,
go right ahead; no one will mind, and no one will follow and
interrupt you."
"Thank you, Mac. I must admit, it is refreshing to be among
such gracious hosts," said Qui-Gon, relaxing fully. However, an
idea occurred to him as the storm drew nearer, displaying
intricate and beautiful lightning arcs, as promised. "And as
such is the case, knowing that we will likely be thrust back
into ungracious settings again once we leave, I wish to take
Obi-Wan back to our rooms so that we may meditate simply to
relax and shore up our energy again."
"Understood, and please do so," Mac said, reaching up to slap
Qui-Gon in a friendly manner on the Jedi's upper arm. "I'll
spread the word around that you're vegetating just for the
sheer sake of doing so, which is a luxury to you."
Obi-Wan laughed outright, as did Qui-Gon, and the two bowed to
the governor, murmuring their thanks. Then they turned and
left, grinning as they heard Mac turn to one of the other
courtiers and launch into a ribald joke that, as the doors
closed behind them, had the courtiers roaring with laughter.
The two Jedi walked to their room after reaching their floor
and Qui-Gon said, "I told Mac a slight fib."
Obi-Wan's eyebrow rose. "Oh, really? What do you mean, Master?"
They entered their room and Qui-Gon locked the door with a slow
finality that had Obi-Wan's pulse speeding up. The look in the
older Jedi's eyes wasn't doing anything to keep his heart rate
down, either.
Qui-Gon walked up to his apprentice and trailed one finger
slowly down the other man's cheek as he murmured, "We shall not
be relaxing, per se. However, we will be making
use of our Jedi abilities."
"Yes, my Master," Obi-Wan replied breathlessly.
The older man smiled and then leaned down for a kiss as he
said, "You know the rules: call me Qui-Gon."
"Yes, Qui-Gon . . ." Obi-Wan's voice trailed off into a moan as
his lips fastened hungrily to his lover's, hot skin and heated
tongues meeting, meshing, tasting and stroking.
The two men held each other firmly as they kissed, then Qui-Gon
stepped back, steadying his young lover when Obi-Wan stumbled
slightly. "We're both wearing far too much clothing, love," he
whispered huskily.
Obi-Wan did not reply with words, but instead reached for
Qui-Gon's belt, undoing that, the sash, and then starting on
his tunics.
Qui-Gon lifted his hands and caught hold of Obi-Wan's, smiling
as he pressed heated kisses to the younger man's palms. "Take
care of your own clothing, sweetings. I don't know how long
this storm is going to last, and I do not wish to waste time."
The younger man blinked and looked at him. "What does the storm
have to do with --?" Realization dawned. "Oh, wait a minute.
You don't mean . . ."
Qui-Gon grinned. "Yep."
"You're insane. And sadistic."
"Come, now, Obi-Wan, be reasonable."
"Reasonable? What possible reason do I have to be
reasonable?!"
"Because it's a good idea?"
"Says you, Master."
"Why are you opposing this?"
"You're suggesting I levitate us up in the sky again, right
smack-dab in the middle of an electrical storm, while we
make love! Not only that, you expect me to keep us
afloat right while you're driving me out of my head with
delight, don't you?" Even as he ranted, Obi-Wan was removing
the last of his clothing.
Qui-Gon grinned and winked at his Padawan and lover as he
shucked out of his clothing as well. "Very good deductive
reasoning, my imp. Your intuition astounds me to no end."
"And your carnality-induced sadistic tendencies do the same for
me."
He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted more
spontaneity?"
Obi-Wan shot him a suspicious gaze. "You're just now making
this up?"
Qui-Gon nodded. "It didn't occur to me until the storm arrived.
However, if you're not up to such an activity, we can always -"
"Put your credits where your mouth is, my Master, and get that
firm, tight ass of yours outside," Obi-Wan replied with a
wicked grin.
Qui-Gon chuckled huskily, then slowly strode toward the balcony
door with his customary grace, not quite showing off that firm
backside of his that seemed to attract his young lover.
A few moments later, they floated two miles above in the night
sky while lightning flashed in colorful displays all around
them. Thanks to the Force that held them aloft and shielded
them, the lightning did not electrocute either Jedi, nor did
the crack of the thunder deafen them. Keeping their eyes on
each other kept them from being blinded.
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at his lover. "This was your idea;
you can start it."
Giving his young lover a thoroughly wicked and teasing grin
that did nothing to calm Obi-Wan's nerves, the older Jedi used
the Force to nudge himself closer, then relaxed once again into
Obi-Wan's Force-grip. Reaching out, he lightly stroked
Obi-Wan's neck on either side with both hands, then slid his
hands down over the younger man's shoulders, then down his
chest to his belly, then gripped his hips and ground their
bodies together, letting Obi-Wan feel his heated, throbbing
erection. His burning blue eyes never left Obi-Wan's slightly
dazed and glazed blue-grays.
Obi-Wan stiffened and shuddered against his lover's body, his
hands leaping up to grip Qui-Gon's shoulders. Shakily, he
pulled his lover closer and claimed Qui-Gon's sensual mouth
with his own. Qui-Gon let his apprentice control the kiss,
pulling Obi-Wan's legs up so he could stroke the smooth,
sweat-sheened skin from hips to ankles. Then, trailing his
hands slowly back up, Qui-Gon dipped one finger between the
dark crevice of Obi-Wan's buttocks, lightly teasing the
entrance to his body.
Obi-Wan moaned sharply into the kiss and wriggled his hips. He
struggled to keep his control, holding the Force about them as
Qui-Gon broke the kiss in order to cover his neck and
shoulders, then every inch of his chest and belly with slow
kisses, nips, and licks. His master's hot mouth closed firmly
over first one sensitive nipple, then the other, and Obi-Wan
groaned deep in his throat, his aching cock stiff and throbbing
with need as Qui-Gon's teeth lightly grazed and nibbled him,
then used his tongue to lave the ravaged nipples with tender,
exquisite care.
It was driving him bug-nuts, and he decided that turnabout was
fair play. His master had not said he couldn't return favor.
Reaching out, he stroked every inch of available skin,
delighting in Qui-Gon's soft moans as hot lips followed,
covering him in licks and bites.
The older Jedi closed his eyes and luxuriated in the feel of
his young lover pleasuring him, then groaned low and deep when
Obi-Wan's hand closed around his rampant erection, beginning to
stroke him smoothly, rhythmically. There was no way he was
going to be able to take much more of this, and he wanted to
test his lover while at the same time giving him pleasure. It
was time to take matters back into his own hand. Or mouth . . .
Suddenly, Obi-Wan found himself being shifted, tilting slowly
upside down, and yet he could feel no manipulation of the Force
from his lover. Opening his eyes, which he had closed, he
suddenly realized, he found Qui-Gon smiling down at him
lustily.
"Trust me, Obi-Wan. I know what I'm doing. Just tilt us at an
angle, please," Qui-Gon said quietly.
Silently, Obi-Wan complied so that they floated at a
sixty-degree angle, their bodies wrapped around each other so
that their faces were in each other's groins.
"Now, Obi-Wan, pleasure me the way I'm about to pleasure you.
And remember, don't let go," said the Jedi Master, and with
that, he opened his mouth wide and took Obi-Wan's straining
erection inside, closing his wet, heated lips around the
throbbing shaft.
Obi-Wan cried out, shuddering, and felt them dip slightly as
his control slipped his grasp marginally. Reinforcing his
strength, Obi-Wan then returned the favor and took Qui-Gon's
stiff cock into his mouth, running his tongue up and down the
sensitive underside of the shaft, grazing with his teeth before
suckling hard.
Qui-Gon shuddered and groaned as the lightning flashed around
them, the rain that had arrived pelting against the
Force-bubble that held them. He licked and sucked on Obi-Wan's
erection, taking the young man deep into his throat and
swallowing rhythmically, delighting in Obi-Wan's muffled cries,
and then pulled back to suckle the pre-ejaculate from the tip,
savoring the salty flavor. He began to thrust his hips gently
as Obi-Wan pumped his head slowly up and down, sliding his
mouth up and down Qui-Gon's straining phallus, sucking gently.
He threw back his head, gasping as he let out his own strangled
cry of pleasure, and then he spread Obi-Wan's cheeks and leaned
his head further forward, tonguing the entrance to the younger
man's body quickly and firmly, thoroughly sensitizing and
wetting him. Then, he wet his finger and then slowly pushed it
into Obi-Wan's body, gritting his teeth as the tight muscle
clamped down hard on the intruding finger.
Obi-Wan pulled his mouth away from Qui-Gon's erection before he
clamped his teeth hard against a howl of pleasure, shuddering
from the strain of keeping from exploding and also to keep his
hold on the Force. However, his restraint was rapidly dwindling
and he became wild as he resumed pleasuring his master, moving
his mouth rapidly along Qui-Gon's shaft, sucking hard, then
gently, flicking quickly with his tongue. He released the older
man and moved lower, taking one of Qui-Gon's testicles, which
hung below the base of his erection like succulent fruit, into
his mouth, sucking gently. Then he repeated the action with the
other one. Finally, he pulled back as he felt another finger
added, Qui-Gon moving them slowly in and out of his body,
stroking his prostate gland.
Obi-Wan whimpered, grinding his hips so that his shaft moved in
and out of Qui-Gon's mouth, and he placed his own open mouth at
the tip of Qui-Gon's shaft, reaching out to lap teasingly at
the tip. Before long, Qui-Gon was thrusting his own hips,
moving himself into, then out of Obi-Wan's mouth, the younger
man sucking firmly every time the shaft entered his mouth.
The two men moved in unison, writhing and moaning in each
other's arms as their pleasure built. Finally, Obi-Wan sensed
the shudders preceding Qui-Gon's orgasm and he pulled the man
closer to him, taking Qui-Gon deep into his throat and
swallowing rhythmically.
With a low, hoarse cry that reverberated around Obi-Wan's
erection, Qui-Gon's hips bucked and he spilled his seed into
his lover's mouth even as he sucked hard on Obi-Wan, plunging
his fingers in deep and pressing on the prostate gland,
rotating gently.
It was too much Obi-Wan and he threw back his head, screaming
as his grip on the Force dwindled to almost nothing as he
pumped his seed into Qui-Gon's wet, sucking mouth.
Quickly, Qui-Gon shifted them about, taking control of the
Force-bubble from Obi-Wan as the lightning flashed a lot closer
to them than it previously had. He held the shuddering, sobbing
young man in his arms as he quickly and carefully lowered them
back to their balcony.
The older Jedi walked them into their rooms, closing the
balcony doors behind them, and then walked on shaky legs over
to his bed, placing Obi-Wan in it carefully before tumbling
down beside him.
The two Jedi curled up against each other, both shaking gently
as overtaxed nerves slowly relaxed. Finally, Obi-Wan took a
deep breath and said quietly, "Qui-Gon, I believe that if we
indulge in any more spontaneity any time soon... we're both of
us going to wind up one with the Force."
Qui-Gon gave a small, tired chuckle and simply held Obi-Wan
closer, urging his beloved to follow him into sleep.
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