Series: Yes. Glares at Emu. Sequel to "The Meaning of Fucking"
Third story in yet to be named series.
Rating: G
Archive: M&A; SWC; anyone else please ask
Category: Series? The first two were PWPs. I have no clue what
this one is.
Pairing: Q/O
Feedback: Always both welcome and appreciated.
Disclaimer: They belong to George. If they were mine, they
would have sex lives. Obi Wan would spend a great deal of time
against a wall. Pressed there by an oh-so-masterful Jedi
Master.
Summary: Obi Wan and Qui Gon have returned to Coruscant after
surrendering their virginity in an effort to avoid being
volcano food.
Warnings: none
Notes: That damn PWP grew a plot.
Obi Wan knew their showers had washed away the scent of the
afternoon's activities, but that didn't ease his anxiety one
whit. He was half convinced that everyone could tell. How could
they not? He was no longer a virgin. He had given it up to
avoid becoming breakfast for a volcano. And he didn't miss it.
Surely the change must be obvious to everyone who looked at
him, everyone who looked at Qui Gon. He glanced at Qui Gon as
they crossed the threshold into the dining hall. His master
looked every inch the Jedi, serene and controlled. There was no
hint that a couple of hours before he had been on his hands and
knees moaning incoherently.
That thought had been a mistake, Obi Wan realized as his cock
hardened. Qui Gon gave him a sharp look. Obi Wan immediately
got control of the emotion, suppressing it sharply. Qui Gon
nodded his approval.
You can do this, Padawan.
Obi Wan met his master's gaze. Yes, Master.
They moved steadily toward the serving area, acknowledging
friends with smiles and nods. Dinner gotten, they headed for an
empty table. They didn't make it.
"Qui Gon, Obi Wan, join us you should."
The two exchanged a glance. "Of course, Master Yoda," Qui Gon
answered.
Qui Gon sat down across from Yoda. Obi Wan next to him. With a
nod the master acknowledged the other masters seated around the
table. All were Council members.
"So how was your first day back?" Master Windu asked.
Qui Gon glanced at him. "Fine. Our quarters are much more
comfortable than a cave."
"I'm sure they are," Obi Wan swore he saw the hint of a smirk
in Master Windu's face.
"What was the cave like? They fed you I hope." Master Bilaba
asked.
"We weren't there long enough to need food."
"You know, Qui Gon, I found it very interesting that your
transport didn't take off until the following morning."
Qui Gon was completely non-plussed. "It was dark."
Obi Wan fought back a laugh. Hysterical laughter would not
divert suspicion. Why did he think he needed to divert
suspicion? No one was suspicious. No one would ever doubt that
Qui Gon Jinn would lie down his life before breaking a vow.
Right? Of course it was right. His master was the epitome of a
Jedi knight. So serene, so calm, so virile... Damn. He clamped
down on his desire, willed his cock to soften, forcing his
attention back to the conversation.
"...difference that would make," Master Bilaba was saying.
"Difficult terrain. Lots of volcanoes and such. Didn't want to
take any unnecessary chances."
"That seems reasonable. Volcanoes being what they are."
Qui Gon acknowledged her agreement with a smile.
With that the conversation turned to safer subjects. Obi Wan
still did not feel entirely comfortable. Something just seemed
off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He was anxious to
get back to their quarters. Back where they could discuss this.
Back where they could... Could what? Repeat this afternoon's
performance? The memory of what it had felt like to be inside
Qui Gon tickled his mind but he pushed it firmly away.
"Padawan, are you ready to leave?"
"Yes, Master." Standing, he gathered both of their dinner trays
and returned them.
His master was already standing when he got back to the table.
He nodded his head in farewell to the other masters before
turning and following his master out of the hall.
The Council members watched them go.
"Perhaps we were wrong to send them." Master Bilaba spoke up.
Mace Windu shook his head. "They were the right choice. Qui Gon
has proven himself more than willing to break the rules if he
feels a higher good is being served. And I have no doubt that
he would consider the life of his apprentice a higher good."
Councilor Mundi readily agreed. "Everything about that boy
screams 'fuck me.'"
Master Bilaba turned to him. "Ki."
He shrugged. "Well, it does."
"I didn't detect anything from either of them. Did you?" she
asked.
The others all shook their heads.
"Patience, we must have." Master Yoda intoned. "If doing it
they are. Find out we will."
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