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Obi-Wan sighed in relief as he finally made it back to his
rooms at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. He was exhausted --
training with the other students all day was wonderful and he
loved testing his skills against others of his own skill level,
but it made for extremely weary bones come evening.
Fortunately, he knew he could get a meal tray brought to him,
and all he had to do for the rest of the evening was lie on his
bed and read.
He wasn't necessarily reading for pleasure, but studying
obscure texts gave him an excuse to rest and the treatise he
had selected had been somewhat interesting when he'd
begun it last night. Besides which, the knowledge one picked up
from such readings sometimes did come in handy.
Granted you never knew beforehand what bit of information would
be useful....
Obi-Wan yawned and rubbed a hand over his head, shaking the
last drops of water from his freshly-washed hair. He wondered
if he would make it through the entire treatise before falling
asleep with his nose on the "scroll forward" button. He began
reading, letting his mind relax along with his body.
Sometime later, the door opened and his Master came into the
room. Obi-Wan smiled in greeting -- a smile which widened as he
saw the tray in Qui-Gon's hands. "You brought food!"
He was up off the bed and standing beside his Master in an
instant, reaching for the tray and wondering where he should
set it down.
Qui-Gon gave him a flat look. "What makes you think this is for
you?" he asked mildly.
Obi-Wan looked up at him, face falling instantly and easily
into his best "because you love me" expression. However, he
said in a reasonable tone, "Because there are two plates?"
Qui-Gon maintained his stern expression for a second more
before smiling. "Perhaps you could clear off the table?"
Obi-Wan took the tray from Qui-Gon's hands and sat cross-legged
on the floor. He set the tray down and picked up his fork and
plate, then glanced up at his Master. "Table?"
Qui-Gon gave a sigh of mock-defeat and came over to join him.
Obi-Wan grinned as his Master muttered about being too old to
sit on the floor, then proceeded to ignore him in favour of
dinner.
They ate in silence, long familiarity stealing the need for
conversation when the need for food was greater. Soon Obi-Wan
set his empty plate down and sighed happily. "We should take
Master Larson to cook for us on our missions."
"I believe the Temple Masters would have something to say about
that," Qui-Gon said with amusement.
"We could tell them...." Obi-Wan trailed off as he tried to
think of a reason to convince the other Jedi to allow them to
steal their best cook.
"Anything you could say, they've heard before," Qui-Gon added a
moment later.
Obi-Wan laughed. "I'm sure you're right, Master." He gave the
dishes a glance, decided they could find their own way back to
the kitchens or else wait for the morning, and climbed back to
his feet. He took the few steps back to the bed and fell onto
it, taking up his reader again.
It was only a few paragraphs later that he realised he was
being stared at. He glanced over. "Yes, Master?" Qui-Gon was
looking at him steadily; as Obi-Wan lay there, Qui-Gon crawled
over towards the bed. Obi-Wan groaned. "Not now, please?"
Still, he couldn't help grinning at the sight.
Qui-Gon reached the edge of the bed and placed his lips very
gently on Obi-Wan's arm. "I have been in meetings all day.
Thinking of you through them all."
"I imagine the other Masters appreciated that. Assuming you
were broadcasting as usual...." Obi-Wan waited while Qui-Gon
untangled his fingers from the reader and began kissing them.
"Master," he began. Qui-Gon just 'hmmed?' and glanced up,
continuing his exploration of Obi-Wan's hand. "I am
tired," he told his Master apologetically.
"All right," Qui-Gon replied. He continued kissing his way up
Obi-Wan's arm.
Obi-Wan glanced at his reader -- he had been enjoying it, a
history of the Guigerai Triumverate, a planetary government
which was almost a tiny, mirror-image of the Republic. But his
arm was tingling. "Master," he tried again.
Qui-Gon pushed his sleeve up and continued towards his elbow.
The goosebumps that were appearing didn't seem to care how
tired he was. Obi-Wan let his head fall onto the pillow -- and
discovered with a loud beep that there was still a reader lying
there. He raised his head long enough to shove it out of the
way, ignoring Qui-Gon's chuckle. He laid his head back down,
shifted his arm so Qui-Gon could reach as high up as he wished,
and said again, "I am too tired."
"You needn't move," Qui-Gon told him.
"Good." Obi-Wan closed his eyes. "I am exhausted. I've
been sparring all afternoon, and all morning I was corralling
four-year-olds. I missed lunch. And besides all of that,
someone woke me an hour early so he could make love."
Another kiss on his biceps, and then the kisses stopped.
Obi-Wan opened one eye, saw the difficulty, and rolled onto his
side. Qui-Gon began opening Obi-Wan's shirt. "Then I should let
you sleep, is that it?" Qui-Gon asked as he exposed Obi-Wan's
shoulder and resumed his kisses.
Obi-Wan shivered. "Yesssss," he said. He closed his eyes and
let his head fall.
BEEP
"Damn!" He raised his head, flipped the reader off the bed,
then settled himself back down. He saw Qui-Gon trying to hold
back his laughter. Obi-Wan held up his arm.
Qui-Gon took it, kissed him, then asked, "If you're really
tired, I can wait."
Obi-Wan looked at his Master doubtfully. "You're not saying
that so you can give me those big, pleading, eyes are you?"
"Of course not!" Qui-Gon looked affronted. Again Obi-Wan could
see the suppressed laughter.
Obi-Wan gave his Master his best pleading expression, complete
with his own big, pleading eyes, and leant over to rest his
head on Qui-Gon's arm. "Because I really am tired. I'm
not sure I could stay awake to enjoy anything, much less
reciprocate."
Qui-Gon ran a hand through Obi-Wan's hair, and Obi-Wan found
himself unable to keep his eyes open. His entire body began
relaxing, and had he the energy, he would have snuggled closer
to that hand.
"Then I can amuse myself?"
The tone made Obi-Wan open his eyes again. "Excuse me?" Qui-Gon
looked back innocently. Obi-Wan groaned and pushed himself
towards his Master who caught him as he went past the edge of
the bed. Obi-Wan gleefully latched onto him, closing his eyes
again and snuggling in.
There was a moment of silence.
"Obi-Wan?"
"Mm-hmmm?" he replied.
"Obi-Wan," he said again, somewhat more firmly. Obi-Wan
snuggled in deeper.
"Mm?" he replied again. He waited a moment, growing more sleepy
as he lay there in Qui-Gon's arms, held close enough to feel
his Master's breath on his cheek.
"Sleep, then," his Master said softly, brushing a soft kiss
against his cheek.
Obi-Wan grinned. "You coming, too?" he asked, without moving
from Qui-Gon's arms.
"Soon, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon's voice was a whisper in his ear.
Obi-Wan remained there a moment, then opened his eyes and
pulled himself back to the bed. He levitated his reader off the
floor and into his hands. He felt Qui-Gon staring at him but
didn't dare look over for fear of laughing.
There was silence.
"Obi-Wan?"
"Yes, Master?"
There was no further question from Qui-Gon, so after a moment
Obi-Wan looked over to find his Master watching him in
astonishment. "Well I'm not too tired to read... if I fall
asleep now, after I just ate, I'll feel awful in the morning."
Obi-Wan did not see where the pillow came from that struck him
in the head. He ignored it from long practise and went back to
reading. He heard Qui-Gon move away but did not look over. He
found where he had left off reading, and resumed.
Something soft hit his head again, but he didn't flinch. Jedi
training allowed him to withstand all sorts of attacks.
The historical treatise was getting interesting again,
dissecting the ways in which judgements were carried back and
forth from the capital in pre-technological times, when
something large and soft hit his head and wrapped around
it.
Unable to see the reader, he used the Force to remove his
Master's cloak, folded it somewhat neatly, and set it down on a
chair.
Finesse -- more Jedi training.
He had just found the spot he'd left, when another something
soft landed on his back. This time he glanced over at his
undressing Master. "I am not a wardrobe," he said sternly.
Qui-Gon looked back blandly.
Obi-Wan continued frowning, then gave in with a sigh. "I
thought you weren't going to look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like... like that 'you can't possibly deny me anything when I
pout like this'."
Qui-Gon's expression changed to one of surprise. "I wasn't
doing anything of the sort. I'm undressing, so I can go to
bed."
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "If I believed that one every time I
heard it...." His vision was obscured by a tunic. He pulled it
away, folded it, and set it atop the cloak.
He waited. A moment later, he caught a pair of pants. When he
had them folded neatly atop the tunic, he looked at his Master,
standing there in nothing but shorts, looking at him as if he
would gleefully be devoured if only Obi-Wan did or said some
slightest thing that implied he was willing.
Obi-Wan smiled.
Qui-Gon moved forward in a Force-speed flash, laying himself on
top of Obi-Wan and bearing him gently onto the mattress once
again. Obi-Wan laughed. Qui-Gon bit him on the neck.
Obi-Wan laughed again, wrapping his legs around Qui-Gon and
holding him down. He didn't let his Master go, even when
Qui-Gon tried to move away to remove Obi-Wan's clothes. "Oh,
no," Obi-Wan told him. "You've got me, now you've got to keep
me."
"Forever," came the hushed reply as Qui-Gon kissed him.
Obi-Wan shivered again. He grabbed his lover's head between his
hands and pulled him up so Obi-Wan could look into his eyes. "I
love you," he whispered.
"I..." Qui-Gon kissed him, nibbled at his chin, and continued,
"...want you undressed."
"Why didn't you ask?"
Obi-Wan thought he had asked in his most reasonable tone, but
the way Qui-Gon ripped his tunic off and began tickling him, he
suspected his Master didn't agree. When he could breathe again,
his stomach muscles hurting from so much laughing, he found
himself cuddled in his Master's arms.
He also found himself divested of the rest of his clothes. He
gave his Master a querying look.
"They don't call me a 'Master' for nothing." Qui-Gon settled
himself on top of Obi-Wan, naked skin against warm, naked skin.
"Does that mean you'll teach me how to do it someday?"
"Hmmm," came the interested reply, muffled by Qui-Gon's mouth
being pressed against Obi-Wan's chest. Obi-Wan gasped and
grabbed onto Qui-Gon's hair, wrapping his fingers around it
tightly as his body arched upwards. Qui-Gon stopped, and looked
at him. "That didn't used to be so sensitive," he said
thoughtfully. "What have you been doing lately?"
"Will you stop analysing it and get back to doing... whatever
it was you were doing?" Obi-Wan ordered.
"This?" Qui-Gon touched him with a finger, placing it right
beside his left nipple. Obi-Wan opened his mouth, and before he
could say a word, Qui-Gon gave it a flick.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
"That's a yes?"
"Please," Obi-Wan begged, writhing encouragingly. "Do that
again."
Qui-Gon smiled and lowered his head. Obi-Wan moaned as teeth
latched onto the nipple. "That?" Obi-Wan whimpered, and Qui-Gon
laughed softly. "I love the way you look... aroused and needing
only the slightest touch to set you off again."
"Then touch me, and let me get to the part I like, too!"
Obi-Wan managed.
Qui-Gon laughed again, then began touching him... everywhere,
both firmly and lightly, with fingertips and palms. Obi-Wan
writhed freely, pressing himself against the touches wherever
he could. He heard his Master laugh softly, then he heard more
ominous words.
"Tease me, will you?"
Obi-Wan tried to sit up. "Master, I--" Qui-Gon placed a hand on
the middle of his chest and pushed him back down. "I wasn't
really--"
"You know I shall have to demonstrate what happens when
you do that." He began moving slowly down Obi-Wan's body --
looking at him but not touching him.
Obi-Wan whimpered. "Please, please don't, I swear I really was
-- am tired. I wasn't trying to--" he finished with a yelp as
Qui-Gon bit him on the thigh. Obi-Wan groaned and tried to
accept the fact that he was in for it. No sleep for
hours.
Drat.
Qui-Gon bit him again, much closer to something he'd rather not
have bitten. "Hey!" He cried out, sitting up and swatting at
his Master's head. "You break it, you fix it!"
His frown vanished as his nearly-bitten cock was completely
engulfed. Falling back on the bed his only coherent thought was
-- "Talk about not playing fair." Then he was writhing,
gasping, and wondering if this could possibly be considered
payback for teasing his Master.
The mouth left his aching cock, and his legs were raised. He
grabbed onto the blankets, balling them in his fists as he
tried for leverage before he was pierced. His hips were raised
slightly and Obi-Wan had opened his mouth to say "now," when
Qui-Gon pressed himself against Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan wriggled unhelpfully, smiling in sheer perversity as
his lover's cock slipped away from where they both wanted it to
be.
His Master grabbed his leg. "Hold still," Qui-Gon scolded him.
Obi-Wan started to reply and was caught by a yawn. Qui-Gon
stopped trying to re-position himself. "Obi-Wan?" he asked,
concerned.
Obi-Wan smiled at him. "No, I'm awake. Just hurry, will you?"
Qui-Gon grinned. "I'll try. If you fall asleep I'll just keep
it quiet."
Obi-Wan burst into laughter. Rolling onto his side after a
moment, he tried to calm himself down. He felt Qui-Gon's hand
on his hip as his Master waited patiently.
For a moment.
"Are you through? May we get on with this?" Swallowing most of
his laughter -- unsuccessfully, but at least he tried --
Obi-Wan nodded, rolling onto his back again. He raised his legs
once more, and wriggled invitingly.
Qui-Gon sighed, sounding very put-upon.
"You could let me read, you know," Obi-Wan pointed out.
Then he yelped, as Qui-Gon slid inside him. He forgot just what
it was he'd been offering to read about....
Qui-Gon moved, once, and Obi-Wan groaned. He tried to grab onto
the blankets, and found he had already done so. He gripped
harder and pulled at Qui-Gon; using the Force he tried to give
his Master a shove forward. He heard his Master laugh as he
thrust again.
"Yeeesssss, oh yes... please...." He forgot what he was begging
for, only knew he needed to do it. He heard Qui-Gon inhale
sharply as the thrusts continued, and Obi-Wan tried to move,
tried to find some way to assist rather than simply lie there.
It occurred to him he had only offered to lie here, and
if he didn't move it wasn't like Qui-Gon could complain. Then
he realised that Qui-Gon wasn't touching him, and he reached
for his still-straining cock.
Qui-Gon batted his hand away gently. Obi-Wan looked at him. "I
was only--"
"Did I tell you you could touch yourself?"
Obi-Wan shivered. "No."
Qui-Gon thrust again, and stayed there, buried deep inside
Obi-Wan's body. Obi-Wan couldn't have spoken then if his life
depended on it. His cock was telling him it did. He told it to
shut up or they'd both be left unsatisfied, like the last time
he'd disobeyed that particular order.
Granted he'd only been left unsatisfied for about thirty
seconds after Qui-Gon had collapsed on the bed. But it had been
a very frustrating thirty seconds. He didn't want to
repeat the experience, so he left his hand at his side and gave
Qui-Gon a pleading look.
Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow.
"Please, please, please, please?" Obi-Wan begged, waggling his
hips to make his erection wobble back and forth.
This time Qui-Gon burst into laughter, and he slipped from
Obi-Wan's body.
Obi-Wan frowned and grabbed onto him with his legs. This wasn't
what he'd meant to happen. He had to wait until Qui-Gon
composed himself and knelt again between Obi-Wan's legs. "Are
you through? Can we get on with this?" Obi-Wan asked.
Qui-Gon gave him a look and swatted his buttock. Obi-Wan
yelped... and found himself desperately wishing someone would
fuck him now, already, maybe even slap him again but
definitely, oh so definitely, should be fucking him....
Suddenly someone was obliging him and Obi-Wan felt his brain
imploding. Qui-Gon was slamming into him, deeply and quickly,
pushing him into the bed with every motion.
Obi-Wan wailed as he tried to hang on, his legs slipping as
Qui-Gon moved, and he had to hook his ankles around his lover's
torso to get any sort of balance. It wasn't working very
well, but it didn't seem to matter very much. His body was fast
following his mind into a realm of incoherence shattered only
by colourful, and what he knew were expensive, explosions.
If the bill was anything like what it was for the Freedom
Celebration.... Qui-Gon growled something, and the bill
suddenly doubled. Obi-Wan screamed, body trying to arch upwards
but trapped solidly between the bed and his lover.
Several lifetimes later he heard a heartbeat, or perhaps it was
the Jedi in the next room over banging on the wall. He listened
to the steady rap as he tried to locate his senses.
"Obi-Wan?" At least it was intended to be his name. It had
actually been "Ohwahan" but he knew what Qui-Gon had meant.
"Yes?" he rolled his head sideways and found Qui-Gon lying half
on top of and half beside him, face buried in the crook of
Obi-Wan's neck.
"Tuh a uh-uh muhwa."
"Ah. Yes, Master." At least, that was what he intended.
Hopefully Qui-Gon understood him equally as well.
There was a moment of silence, then Qui-Gon raised his head. "I
said, there is a reader beeping at me." His master made no move
for the reader, or to move at all, except to lay his head back
down more comfortably on Obi-Wan's shoulder.
Obi-Wan heard the reader beep again as he did so. With a sigh,
he dug around underneath his Master, searching for the
offending reader. Even using the Force, he couldn't pull it out
from under him, so Obi-Wan settled for wriggling two fingers in
to turn the thing off and yank loose the power switch so it
couldn't come back on... an unrepairable gesture, but a
necessary one.
"One more reader bites the dust," he thought as he let himself
finally go to sleep.
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