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Category: Qui/Obi, PWP

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None (besides the abuse of innocent fruit ;)

Summary: Qui-Gon introduces his Padawan to a novel way of enjoying strawberries. Hot sex, and little else!

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Disclaimer: Haha George, I stole your characters and made them do naughty things to each other, Mwuhahaha! I am _so_ unrepentant. }:=8P

Qui-Gon softly approached the figure reclining beneath a tree. He noted the sunlight dappling its bare chest, making the sparse hairs shine like fine copper wire. He dropped to his knees beside Obi-Wan, careful not to throw his shadow over the sleeping form, and examined him with a wry smile. He had sent his student out to practise his katas - but Qui-Gon did not remember teaching him "Padawan Sleeping Beneath the Cherry Tree".

He reached into the box he had been carrying and lifted out a lusciously ripe strawberry, red as a living jewel in the warm sun. The Jedi held the berry teasingly under his Padawan's nose, letting the sweet fragrance penetrate his dreaming oblivion.

Without warning, Obi-Wan opened his mouth, raised his head, and plucked the fruit from Qui-Gon's fingers. He settled back into his nest of crushed grass with a mischievous smile and twinkling, half lidded eyes.

"I knew you were there, Master," he said softly, pillowing his hands behind his head as he gazed up at Qui-Gon through sun-gilded lashes.

"Force, but he's beautiful," thought Jinn, "like an indolent big cat, all tawny coat and lithe muscle..."

What he said, however, in as stern a voice of reproof as he could muster, was: "So, my lazy young Padawan, did you finish your training exercises or did you find them too tiring in this hot sun?"

"I finished the katas, Master!" the young Jedi answered with earnest innocence. "I was going to begin again, but I thought I would take a little rest first... I had barely lain down before you found me."

"Hrmmph," responded the darker haired Jedi. He only half-believed his student, but was too taken with the appeal of a drowsy, sun-warmed Padawan to chase up his responsibilities. It was a glorious afternoon and there was time in a Padawan's training for play as well as work.

"So," he continued in the same serious tone, reaching behind him into the punnet, "I suppose you think you deserve these strawberries I brought?"

"Only if you... want to give them to me, Master," Obi-Wan answered, his voice low and almost purring like the cat Jinn had imagined. Had he also imagined the seductive inflection the youth had given to his words? Oh, the image conjured up by that sultry little suggestion...

The Jedi Master flipped himself down into a recumbent position beside his Padawan, resting on his side with his head propped on an angular elbow. He brought the box of fruit to rest between them like a casket of glowing rubies in the sunlight.

"Very well then," he said softly, smiling, and raised a berry to Obi-Wan's lips. "Here: the Master rewards his loyal and attentive student."

Obi-Wan grinned, and bent his head forward to take the fruit, his lips brushing infinitesimally against Jinn's fingertips. Swallowing, he chuckled and said, "The loyal student thanks his Master and will certainly be more attentive to his rest breaks in future..."

He ducked his head back, laughing, as Qui-Gon aimed a swat that became instead an affectionate mussing of the young man's auburn hair.

"No, Padawan," he mock-growled, "you will not receive strawberries every time I find you lolling about in neglect of your duties..."

He considered his student with an appraising expression; his blue eyes warm with humour. Then he trailed a finger lazily over the sun-kissed chest, teasing the bright hairs. Desire causing his gaze to soften and darken, Qui-Gon leaned forward to follow the touch with a light kiss. He murmured against Obi-Wan's silk-warm skin, "... only when you manage to look so alluring..."

He felt rather than heard the breath catch in his Padawan's throat, and the master Jedi exhaled softly, stirring the delicate copper strands with his own warm breath. Being strongly attuned to the living network of the Force, he could sense deep beneath the calm surface appearance of his beloved student. Qui-Gon could almost feel the others blood vessels dilating, the vital fluids rushing to blush the soft skin and peak the dark nipples into sensitive points.

Obi-Wan lay still, mouth slightly open, grey eyes fixed upon his Master's bent head with longing.

"Would you like another strawberry?" Jinn purred. He moved to flick one hardened nub with his tongue and chuckled again as he elicited a gasp from the object of his teasing.

"Yes... please..." Obi-Wan managed to sigh out the words as he felt his muscles drain to limpness, and his body sprawled hedonistically beneath the older man's attentions. He could feel the blood rushing into and warming his groin, his penis stiffening within the sun-warmed fabric of his pants; and he knew his Master could feel it too. The thought of Qui-Gon being able to sense his reactions so minutely was another turn-on, and he licked his lips, wondering how his mentor and lover would respond.

Jinn merely reached for another strawberry; but instead of bringing it to Obi's lips, he rubbed the bright little fruit over the dampened nipple he had just licked, rolling it seductively over the flesh with one finger. He noted his Padawan's flushed and open-mouthed expression, the hungry gaze; dilated pupils turning the bright eyes dark as dusk. With deliberate slowness, Qui licked his lips, watching closely to observe the effect.

Obi-Wan swallowed convulsively and his eyes widened minutely, but his body did not stir a millimetre. Jinn chuckled to himself as he admired his student's self-control. As the Master, it was his duty to test that control to its utmost extent, and he settled into the task with uninhibited enjoyment.

Raising the strawberry to his lips, Jinn sucked it slowly into his mouth, and then just as slowly extracted it. His tongue followed the fruit out, licking and teasing the blood-red globe between his fingers. His gaze never leaving his Padawan's lustful expression, he quickly popped the berry back into his mouth and bit down, severing the ripe flesh. Swallowing his portion of the fruit, he lowered the other half to the nipple again and proceeded to smear it with the bright red, perfumed juice.

Toying with his lover, he anointed the other nipple in the same way, drawing the sensations out with excruciating concentration. Qui-Gon was using his Force attuned senses to feel the heat burgeoning within Obi-Wan's crotch. Timing himself to the pulsing beat of the swelling member, he leaned forward and laved each nipple with his tongue. Lapping up the ruby moisture with relish, he kept his eyes fixed upon the younger man's face.

Obi-Wan groaned and closed his eyes, tilting his head back to expose the pale, silken skin of his throat and the pulse beating like a butterfly's wings. A light shudder rippled through him and his back arched very slightly, pushing the nipples up to Jinn's browsing lips and tongue.

Qui-Gon rested his hand on the young man's ribs and drew it down slowly, sensuously, over the waistband of his pants and down onto the muscular thigh. Gliding over the curved expanse of cloth to the inner leg, his knuckles grazed the sensitive tumescence at the groin. As he had intended, Obi-Wan shifted under the gentle pressure, letting his legs fall open with a breathy sigh as the blood pounded between them. But Jinn did not take immediate advantage of the invited access.

Instead, he continued to caress the younger Jedi's thigh, kneading it gently and deliberately avoiding the bulge at the V of the legs. All the while, his lips grazed a tingling trail over the tanned chest and paler throat, nibbling over a chin downy with new stubble until they reached and locked upon their target. Hungrily he pressed his mouth to lips grown flushed with desire, and as ripe as the strawberries that had left their rosy stain. He felt Obi's mouth open yieldingly to the kiss, and reluctantly withdrew, determined to tease his lover mercilessly as a lesson to his indolence.

Obi-Wan let out a tiny moan of protest, then clamped his lips firmly shut, clearly just as determined not to rise to his Master's baiting. //Ohh Master, you're harsh...// the young man whispered through their Force bond, widening his gaze and fluttering his eyelashes seductively. He bit down on his lower lip, suffusing it with blood so that it pouted temptingly, lusciously firm and as juicy as one of the berries.

Qui-Gon ignored the provocation and took another strawberry, bringing it slowly to his own lips. Obi-Wan tracked the fruit with a longing gaze as Jinn popped it into his mouth. Relenting, Qui-Gon pushed the fruit out partway and leaned down to proffer it to Obi between pursed lips. Gently, the young man closed his mouth about his Master's, sucking at the fruit with his tongue before biting down, spilling the taste of sunlit sweetness between their mouths.

They lingered in the kiss, exchanging the mangled remains of the fruit on rolling, tangling tongues, letting the juice run out freely. Suddenly recalling his self-control, Obi-Wan drew back, only to latch greedily upon his Master's chin, suckling at the ruby droplets that clung to the coarse beard like dew.

Qui-Gon purred deep in his throat, a rasping rumble not unlike laughter. He gathered his Padawan into a rib-squeezing hug, pressing his head back into the kiss. Hungrily he devoured the pliant mouth, plunging his tongue within to capture the last of the moist sweetness - and to steal back the crushed traces of fruit.

Shaking with laughter, the young man broke the kiss, licking his lips and with eyes shining as he taunted through the bond: //So you only kissed me to steal my strawberry! You unconscionable pirate...//

"I'll show you unconscionable..." growled the larger Jedi, sitting back and dangling another strawberry just out of reach of Obi's laughing mouth. "If you want another strawberry, you'll have to beg for it..."

Playing along, Kenobi batted his eyelids and pouted prettily, tilting his chin so that he gazed sidelong at his Master through a rose-gold curtain of lashes.

"Pleeeeeease Master," he murmured, "I would so love another strawberry... Won't you indulge your poor obedient Padawan?" and he licked his lips with a moist, pink tongue-tip.

"Very well, since you ask so nicely," Jinn approved, and then popped the berry held between his fingers into the waiting O of the upturned face. Realising that he wasn't going to receive a kiss with it this time, Obi pouted in earnest, although he ate the strawberry. His Master chuckled, and reached back into the punnet, but instead of withdrawing one fruit he came up with a handful. These he proceeded to squeeze in his hard fist, dribbling juice onto Obi-Wan's chest.

Slowly, he drew a glistening trail along his partner's breastbone and over the taut stomach, where the sticky moisture pooled within the navel. As the Padawan held his breath and posture both, Jinn gently drew down the waist of the young man's leggings, continuing the scarlet trail over the coppery nest of curls and across one slender hip.

Keeping his hand clenched about its crushed contents, he moved back to his starting point and began to follow the crimson ribbon with his tongue. He cleaned the skin in tight little lapping circles, relishing the contrast of the tart-sweet berries and the salty taste of recent sweat. He paid lavish attention to the navel, dipping his tongue in and out like a humming bird at a flower, savouring the bright nectar. Obi-Wan shivered in ecstasy and employed all his willpower to stop himself from arching into his Master's touch.

Finally Qui-Gon reached the crotch and nuzzled the sticky, musk fragrant curls. He felt the fierce blood-heat of the straining organ as it bobbed gently by his cheek, but he studiously ignored the aching shaft and moved on instead over the arched hipbone. He bit down gently as he laved the smooth skin with an eager tongue.

Obi-Wan bit back a groan of frustration and just managed to suppress the need to buck his hips, but as he watched his Master through narrowed eyes, he was unable to keep from panting his desire. His skin seemed to melt under the caress of that dextrous tongue, dissolving into tingling, fizzing waves of sensation as though electrified. The pressure in his cock and balls was beginning to pain him, the heat pulsing like an inner fire. If his Master didn't see to that part of his anatomy soon, he thought he might explode like a firework.

Sensing that his Padawan teetered on the brink of abandon, Qui-Gon grinned wickedly against the silken flank and brought up his hand with the mush of strawberries. Sucking the tender flesh of Obi's waist into a bruising love-bite, he simultaneously clapped his hand about the turgid phallus, enveloping it with cool, slippery moisture.

With a wordless cry, Obi-Wan's self control took startled flight, and he surged up from the ground almost into a seated position before falling back. Groaning and panting without restraint, he heaved his hips and thrust wildly into the gloriously cool and frictionless embrace. But Qui-Gon was not ready to grant him release just yet. He used the Force to gentle his student, calming and cooling the thunder of blood in the young man's surging veins. He pushed his finger against a pressure point at the base of the penis, which checked the incipient orgasm as it threatened to overwhelm the young Jedi.

"Master..." Obi-Wan whimpered, breathing hard, and, //Master! Please, no more, I can't take any more of this teasing...// he sent urgently through their bond. He lay quiescent, but shivering, and Jinn could feel his lover's tension as a core of molten silver, its source coruscating like caged lightning within the pulsing sac of his balls.

"Oh, the urgency of the young!" Qui thought, as he gave way to Obi's need and engulfed the quivering organ with his mouth, still pressing him into stillness with the Force. He tasted musk-sweet saltiness as he sucked the shaft deep into his throat, then withdrew, cleaning off the clinging fragments of strawberry with his tightly encircling lips.

Obi-Wan was lost in the sensation, all coherent thought fleeing before the demands of the primitive brain, and he gasped helplessly as his closed eyelids fluttered. His arms still locked behind his head, he presented an irresistible sight to his Master. The younger Jedi stretched out, sun dappled and tawny as a lion, and bare to the heaving waist, his leggings drawn down wantonly to expose the impressive and juice-stained erection.

The tip of his penis glistened as red as a berry itself and Jinn was drawn to nuzzle the leaking slit, tonguing the young man's moisture along his length and polishing away the last traces of fruit from the tender skin. Finally taking the swollen glans into his mouth, he eased up on his Force-maintained inhibition of the body's reflexes and gently massaged the pulsing ball sac within the palm of his hand.

Obi-Wan shuddered and climaxed, the force of his orgasm thrilling like a stream of quicksilver through his cock, screaming his victory in a ragged "Yeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss!" to the skies. But Qui-Gon, alert to every nuance of his Padawan's sensation, withdrew his mouth at the last possible moment. Instead of pouring his essence into his Master's throat, Obi-Wan came all over the punnet of strawberries that Jinn had skilfully interjected in the path of his ecstasy.

His eyes flew open in shock as he felt his bursting cock slip free from the wet heat of his Master's mouth, so that Obi-Wan saw exactly what transpired. He stared now in wide-eyed disbelief at the older Jedi, his mouth slack-jawed in comical surprise. His chest heaved, his skin glowed reddened and sweat-drenched from the exertion, and his spent penis drooped like a sleepy Trasque lily.

To Jinn's eyes, the golden youth was a delectable and not yet finished feast. In answer to his Padawan's quizzical gaze, he raised one come-bespattered berry slowly to his lips, making sure that Obi-Wan took in the full import of what he was about to do. He spoke to him mildly across their training bond: //I think it is time the Master enjoyed his share of these strawberries, don't you? But I prefer mine with cream...//

Obi-Wan watched round-eyed as the dripping morsel vanished into his Master's jaws, and blinked as the man licked his lips in evident enjoyment. Then he shuddered deliciously as Qui-Gon opened his shields to allow his lover a glimpse of his own sensations. Jinn clearly savoured the exotic contrast of flavours and textures as he swirled the treat around his mouth then swallowed appreciatively, smiling gently yet hungrily at his student. An idea leapt to Obi's mind and his own lips curled in response, eyes drooping half-closed to gleam suggestively up at his Master.

"I think I would like one of those strawberries, Master," he said softly, but the image he projected across their mental bond was not of eating.

Qui-Gon's own eyes widened momentarily in surprise, then he grinned wolfishly. He fished for the largest strawberry in the box, scooping up as much of the milky residue of pleasure as he could onto its tapering curves.

Obi-Wan hastily discarded his pants and rolled back into the grass, hitching his legs over his chest as his Master knelt before him. Qui-Gon untied the front of his own leggings, releasing his massive cock. Briefly, Obi wondered how the Jedi managed to evince such staunch self-control in the face of his evident desire, and was impressed. But his thoughts turned swiftly to his own re-awakening need, and he growled in his throat as he waited impatiently for his lover to take his turn at satisfying nature's urge.

Jinn pulled a couple of times at his sizeable erection, cupping the moisture from the weeping tip within the palm of his hand. He stroked that hand over Obi-Wan's semi-erect penis, bringing it quickly to full attention once more. His Padawan moaned delightfully at the feel of the slick touch on his insatiable manhood, and wriggled his hips invitingly. Drawing his fingers down the length of the young man's shaft, lightly cupping the neat, firm balls, he traced a path downward over the crease between the buttocks, fingertips barely grazing the super-sensitive skin.

Jinn cupped the pert rear possessively in the spread of one giant palm. He spread the cheeks with his fingers and helped to lift and hold his Padawan in a comfortable position with the Force. His other hand introduced the strawberry, nuzzling the creamy tip up against the tight opening framed between finger and thumb.

Obi-Wan hitched his breath and sighed, relaxing all his muscles, safe in his Master's physical and metaphysical grasp. He opened eagerly to the probing thrust of the berry, until almost all of the fruit was inside him, its full width expanding his passage with a pleasurable expectancy.

Qui-Gon rotated the berry, making his lover gasp and squirm with delight, then leaned forward to lick at the protruding base of the fruit and the tender surrounding flesh. Gently he started to suck and nibble at the lodged obstruction, teasing it out slowly. He savoured the earthy richness of his Padawan mingled with the juices of the somewhat abused and dejected looking fruit.

Unceremoniously dropping the strawberry to lie forgotten in the grass, he pulled out the small vial of oil that he always kept in his belt pouch. He poured a glistening golden stream over the cleft of his lover's raised backside, and rubbed the oil gently into Obi's skin. Then he slipped a finger into the opening just vacated by the strawberry, and took a few moments merely to savour the feelings that his Padawan broadcast in a heady wave over their bond.

Obi-Wan writhed in delight at the sensation of the thick, powerful yet delicately probing digit, as his Master prepared him thoroughly. Qui-Gon teased that special spot, which almost made him come there and then; but having spent his seed once already, the young Jedi retained enough control over his body to wait.

Finding his partner relaxed enough to take three of his fingers without complaint, Qui-Gon poured oil into his palm and lubricated himself thoroughly, stroking Obi's shaft in time with his own. Then he guided the blunt tip of his penis against the waiting pucker, and gasped as he sank within the heated, velvet folds. His Padawan's body sucked him in greedily to the root, as the young man pushed their hips together and moaned with erotic abandon.

Having held himself up to this point with rigid discipline, borne of his long experience as a Jedi Master, Qui-Gon was unable to endure his self-restraint a moment longer. Letting go his control, he spread the wings of his Force-extended senses to envelop the psychic aura of the young man. Drowning in their commingled pleasure, he gasped his Padawan's name gutturally, in rhythm with the increasing tempo of his urgent thrusts.

"Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan! OBI-WAN!!" he cried, feeling himself absorbed into the tightly enveloping heat, becoming one with his lover's body.

And, //Master! Master! Oh, Qui-Gon, YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!// Came the answering shout of exultation across their bond, as they came together in Force-shattering climax, joined in love and body and spirit. Their world was obliterated for a timeless moment in the blinding, white-hot incandescence of exploding stars.

They lay together afterwards in a drowsy, satiated tangle of limbs, stroking one another's sweat-dampened skin as Obi-Wan nuzzled his face into his Master's tunics and sighed happily.

"I swear I will never taste strawberries the same way again, Master," he chuckled into the dark forest of hair covering Qui-Gon's chest.

Jinn just growled happily, a rumbling bass purr that shivered his broad frame, and stroked his Padawan's braid in loving possession.

"I think we have both learned something here today, Obi-Wan," he ventured after some moments. His blue eyes twinkled mischievously down at the russet head pressed against his breast.

The younger Jedi frowned and drew back to look up at his Master, grey eyes dancing with puzzled joy. "And what is that, Master Jinn?" he responded.

With an expression of mock gravity, the elder Jedi held their gaze for a moment, then rumbled his summary of the afternoon's lesson:

"You have learned, hopefully, the extent of the control which a Jedi can maintain over his own body. And I... I have learned never to underestimate the power of your unbridled imagination. You think you will never taste strawberries the same way again? Young Padawan, I will never again be able to eat one in public! I fear I would be quite unable to master myself at the recollection."

Laughing together, the two gathered their rumpled clothing and collected the discarded vial and near-empty punnet. They fed the remaining strawberries to one another with their fingers, oblivious to; or simply appreciating; the sticky smears of Obi-Wan's first expression of lust. Then, appetites sharpened by their exercise, they headed back to the Temple for dinner.

The following summer, Yoda and Mace Windu were out strolling together in the Temple grounds, enjoying the heat and serenity of the day. They passed beneath the flowering canopy of a cherry tree, and Yoda, who was after all nearer to the ground, spotted something gleaming from the corner of his eye, a crimson splash of brightness in the grass. He stopped inquisitively, and bent to uncover a sprawling network of green vines, delicate tendrils drooping with the weight of the luscious berries they carried.

Always sensible of the gift of good food, the little Jedi Master wasted no time in gathering a crop of the bright red fruit, handing up a generous portion of this unexpected bounty to share with his friend.

"Strawberries, Yoda!" the tall man chuckled. "The Temple grounds are full of surprises. I imagine someone must have brought a picnic out here once, and dropped one in the grass."

Yoda nodded sagely, his mouth full of delicious berries.

"Most generous with its gifts, is the Force," he mumbled through his mouthful. "Learned never to question its bounty, I have."

"These certainly are the most wonderful tasting strawberries I've ever tasted," Mace answered, smacking his own lips in appreciation. "So large and yet they are as sweet and succulent as wild berries from the woodlands. We must remember this find."

They ambled on together, munching happily, their lips stained red with strawberry juice.

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