The 69th Variation on a Theme

by Astarte ( astarte105@hotmail.com )

Archive: M_A and my homepage (when I get one!)

Category: Qui/Obi, PWP

Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m sex

Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon take some well deserved time off and Obi-Wan discovers a variation on a theme

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Note: Obi-Wan is 18 in this fic

Qui-Gon took a deep breath. The air he drew into his lungs was heavy and thick with the tang of the native vegetation of this planet. Sylan was not on his and Obi-Wan's official itinerary. After their mission on Treybek, they had been instructed to report directly back to Coruscant, but Qui-Gon had felt that the two needed some much needed downtime, even if it was only for a couple of days. Their mission on Treybek had been exhausting and arduous. Therefore, he had instructed the transport pilot who was to have delivered them to Coruscant to drop them off on Sylan. The pilot, who had to make a run to a neighboring system, had agreed and promised to return in two days.

It was now the second day. The first had been spent hiking and swimming. The lake near their campsite was wide and deep and cool, and the green and yellow hills that surrounded the lake had been easy to climb and had also offered spectacular views of the surrounding landscape. Later that day, after eating and recording their reports on the Treybek mission into their datapads for the Temple Archives, the two had spent the night making love.

Now, Qui-Gon was searching for Obi-Wan. While he had been off meditating and communing with the different life-forms of Sylan through the Living Force, Obi-Wan had left their campsite. Qui-Gon quickly surmised there was only one place he could be and that was back at the lake. Obi-Wan took to water like a fish. His love of it had come from his close friendship as a boy with his best friend, Bant, a Mon Calamari girl who had been part of Obi-Wan's clan at the Temple.

Soon Qui-Gon found his apprentice. Obi-Wan was lying on the grass near the lake. One arm was tucked snugly behind his head, the other lay across his chest. He appeared to be sleeping. Qui-Gon let his eyes travel over Obi-Wan's handsome, young body; over the tanned, muscular chest, firm stomach and down to where he could see the outline of his cock and balls through his damp under-breeches.

Qui-Gon moved closer, then quietly sat next to him. At first he just gazed down at his beloved padawan, drinking in the sight of him; the soft golden-brown down on his strong chin, the wind as it rippled across his close-cropped hair, the fresh water smell on his skin from the lake, mingled with the faint scent of his sweat and the sharp mint of the grass, the way his padawan braid lay across his smooth chest, the end curling around one of his nipples.

Obi-Wan groaned softly in his sleep. He turned his head to the side, sighed heavily, but did not awaken. Qui-Gon saw that his eyes were darting under the lids. He wondered what he was dreaming about. Their latest mission, almost certainly, the terror and the bloodshed of it. Qui-Gon was tempted to reach out to Obi-Wan through their bond, but he had always made it a point to afford him some privacy while he slept. If there was anything troubling him, Qui-Gon had no fear that Obi-Wan would share it with him when he was ready.

Moving slowly so as not to disturb him, Qui-Gon lay next to him and gazed upward. The skies of Sylan were a faint jade streaked with soft wisps of pearl-colored clouds. It was like looking into the center of a shell, Qui-Gon mused. It was a good place for them to be after the horrors they had seen.

Lulled by the sight of the silvered clouds floating serenely above him, the meadow breeze, redolent with the scent of the native flowers wafting gently across his face and body, and the tranquil drone of Sylan's myriad insect life, Qui-Gon soon dozed off.

Qui-Gon moaned. It felt as if tiny butterflies were flitting across his lips, their wings feather light. Then he recalled that the wings of butterflies were usually not moist. He smiled as he opened his eyes. Obi-Wan was leaning over him, softly bestowing kisses on his face, the end of his padawan braid tickling Qui-Gon's chest.

Reaching up with a low groan, Qui-Gon wrapped his long arms around Obi-Wan's shoulders and quickly pulled him down onto him. He then rolled over so that Obi-Wan was lying beneath him, Qui-Gon's long, hard body pressing him firmly onto the soft grass.

The two men licked and kissed and sucked each other's face, neck, shoulders and chest, their hands avidly caressing the other's body. During their mission they'd had to refrain from their customary enjoyment of each other. Rescuing the Treybekian priests from the rebels had taken all their strength and concentration. But now, away from all that, they could make up for lost time.

Qui-Gon moved his lips from Obi-Wan's tender mouth and kissed his way to his nipple. He sucked it eagerly, his teeth gripping and pulling at the taut nub. Obi-Wan gasped and rubbed his hands across Qui-Gon's broad shoulders. The feel of his master's teeth on his nipple and the roughness of his beard against his skin was driving him mad with lust.

"Yes, Master, yes!" he cried out.

Qui-Gon moved his mouth to Obi-Wan's other nipple and sucked fiercely on that one. Obi-Wan shuddered in his arms, his body becoming moist and warm. Qui-Gon raised his head from Obi-Wan's chest. He lifted his hips and quickly pulled down his under-breeches, tossing them to the side. Obi-Wan did the same. Then pressing hard against each other, the two flexed their hips, their cocks rubbing slowly along the other.

"Ummm, yes, padawan," Qui-Gon murmured, kissing Obi-Wan's neck and shoulder as the friction of both their cocks built up slowly.

They did this for awhile, both stopping only when they had risen as far as they wished to go that particular way. The desire to prolong their lovemaking was an unspoken objective of both. Reaching down, Qui-Gon took hold of Obi-Wan's cock. The heat of it warmed his fingers. He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around it, rubbing gently.

"Umm, Master. That feels nice," Obi-Wan murmured. "But, we really should be resting while we're here. We only have this last day."

Qui-Gon chuckled and kissed Obi-Wan's neck.

"There's rest," and he wrapped his long fingers around Obi-Wan's erection, "and there's rest, my young Padawan."

Obi-Wan laughed softly. He reached up and took Qui-Gon's cock in his hand. Qui-Gon shifted his body so that they were facing each other as they lay on the grass. Soon both men had established a steady rhythm, their hands moving with practiced ease over the other. Qui-Gon's heart tripped inside his tightening chest. Obi-Wan's eyes were closed, his lashes thick on his cheek, his mouth slightly open, his face flushed, his breath quickening.

"Master, master," he murmured in a rhythmic chant.

Qui-Gon reached around with his free hand and slid it over Obi-Wan's smooth, taut buttocks. He caressed him, his fingers slipping along the delicious crevice, delving every now and then into its inviting tight warmth. He drew closer Obi-Wan closer, and lowering his head, kissed him. They pressed their mouths hard against the other, their tongues slipping and sliding wetly. Obi-Wan groaned and his grip on Qui-Gon's cock tightened. Qui-Gon ravished his padawan's mouth, always amazed at how soft and warm and moist it was. Then Obi-Wan broke away from their kiss.

"Master?" he gasped.

"Yes, beloved," Qui-Gon replied, conferring soft, light kisses on Obi-wan's face and neck.

When Obi-Wan did not answer right away, Qui-Gon pulled away and looked into his face. He was surprised to see a look of embarrassment on his padawan's face.

"What is it, Obi-Wan?"

Obi-Wan swallowed, his blue-gray eyes staring intently into Qui-Gon's.

"While you were meeting with the Padah Council on Treybek, I accompanied some of the aides to a festival, celebrating the return of the priests to the city."

"And?" Qui-Gon prodded him.

"And, well, I stepped outside the manor where it was being held to get some air and there in the garden I saw...."

Obi-Wan stopped and glanced away. Qui-Gon moved one of his hands from Obi-Wan's buttocks and up to his chin, gently turning his face back towards him.

"And you saw what?"

"I saw two men. I wouldn't have seen them at all because the garden was so dark and the moon only half-full. But I heard them. I thought something was wrong, a fight perhaps, because I could hear both grunting."

"But they weren't fighting?"

Obi-Wan shook his head. "No, they weren't fighting. They were making love, but...." and Obi-Wan's face flushed.

"Go on," Qui-Gon said gently.

"One man was on top, but his head was over the other's man's groin. And the man on the bottom, he had his lover's sex in his mouth."

Qui-Gon smiled and nodded. "I see."

"I didn't mean to spy, Master. But I had never seen anything like it. It was.... quite stimulating."

"I can only imagine."

Obi-Wan looked up at him, his eyes full. "Master?"

"Yes, Obi-Wan?"

"Do you think we could...do what those men did?"

"Would you like that, my beloved?"

Obi-Wan nodded, smiling broadly.

"All right." Qui-Gon lay back on the grass. "I think it best if you were on top."

Obi-Wan quickly complied and laid on top of Qui-Gon. Then he realized that he was still facing his master. He laughed and, turning nimbly, moved so that his head was over Qui-Gon's groin. It was all Qui-Gon could do to keep from taking Obi-Wan in his mouth right then. His padawan's beautiful cock and balls hung just in front of his face, his taut, tanned, muscular thighs alongside his head and his delectable firm rear just over his head. But he wanted to be sure Obi-Wan was comfortable with what they were about to do. It wasn't that Qui-Gon hadn't thought of doing this with him, but he had not wanted to suggest anything that would have made Obi-Wan uncomfortable.

Both felt their warm breath moving slow and easy over the other's cock. Qui-Gon slowly reached up with the tip of his long tongue and licked a drop of precum that was dangling from the slit of the head of Obi-Wan's cock. Obi-Wan moaned low in his throat. Then Qui-Gon felt him lick slowly at his cock. Soon, before each could draw breath, they were bathing each other's cocks with their hot, wet tongues.

Qui-Gon ran his mouth all the way up to Obi-Wan's balls. Pulling his buttocks down slightly, he sucked gently on the warm sacs, running his lips over the tightening fleshy orbs. Obi-Wan, meanwhile, was sucking heatedly on Qui-Gon's cock, sensuously pumping his soft lips up and down the thickening shaft.

Qui-Gon slid his mouth down and took Obi-Wan's turgid length deep into his mouth, his lips locked tightly around the lust-thickened shaft. He slowly took more of Obi-Wan's throbbing shaft into his mouth. Then, he slid his finger up along the inviting crevice of Obi-Wan's rear.

Obi-Wan shuddered and moaned around Qui-Gon's cock. Qui-Gon eased his finger in and out of Obi-Wan's anal opening, establishing at first a gentle, relaxed rhythm. But, soon, he was pushing his finger in deeper and, when he reached the spot he had been searching for, he stroked it. Obi-Wan groaned hoarsely around Qui-Gon's cock, his strong, young body shuddering violently.

Qui-Gon stifled a cry as he felt Obi-Wan's teeth scrape against his skin. Then, as he continued to suck vigorously on Obi-Wan's shaft, his long forefinger digging deep into his rear, he felt his padawan move his lips further down his cock. Obi-Wan furiously swirled his tongue around his master's cock and soon the two men were locked in a heated, quivering mass of flesh, their muffled, sultry cries rising through the sun dazzled air.

Qui-Gon pumped his cock into Obi-Wan's sweet, delicious mouth, lifting his hips in time with the young man's fevered sucking. Meanwhile his own cock was being lustily devoured by his padawan. Then, he felt Obi-Wan trembling on top of him. He moved his finger from Obi-Wan's rear and caressed the younger man's shuddering body, his hands sliding heatedly over his warm, slim waist, broad back and smooth, firm buttocks. Suddenly, Obi-Wan convulsed and pushed his cock deep into Qui-Gon's mouth.

Qui-Gon wrapped his arms tight around Obi-Wan's waist as he felt the first spasms of his padawan's sweet seed pooling down his throat. He groaned throatily, sucking avidly on Obi-Wan's cock as it pulsed and beat in his mouth. Obi-Wan, meanwhile, lost within the fiery maelstrom of his orgasm, was sucking passionately on Qui-Gon's cock.

Then, the tingling sensation boiling in his scrotum, and rushing through his shaft like white lightning, Qui-Gon exploded and spewed his semen deep into his padawan's mouth. The blinding flash of pure, jolting pleasure nearly consumed Qui-Gon's mind in wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss.

The two men held tightly to each as they came, their bodies and souls joined, for as they jetted their essence into each other's mouths, through their bond they poured their deep and abiding love and devotion for the other into the other's psyche.

Then, finally, after both had subsided, Obi-Wan pulled his mouth away and rolled off Qui-Gon. The Jedi Master took in deep, harsh breaths as he gazed up at the opalescent sky which arched above them. Then he felt Obi-Wan turning around so that he was facing him.

Opening his arms, Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan tight against him. He slowly stroked his damp hair. Then, he leaned down and kissed him, tasting himself on his padawan's lips and tongue. The two kissed languidly, slowly, leisurely, aware of nothing but the other. Then, sighing, Obi-Wan gently pulled away. He laughed, breathless, his blue-gray eyes sparkling beneath the bright, Slyan sun.

"That was incredible, Master." Then a wily look stole over his handsome features. "Why haven't you ever suggested that before?"

Qui-Gon reached over and took Obi-Wan's braid between his fingers and slowly stroked it.

"And have you think I was a perverted old man? I think not," he chuckled.

Obi-Wan shook his head. "I would never think that of you, Master," he said earnestly, apparently have missed Qui-Gon's little joke.

"I know that," Qui-Gon said, his fingers stealing along Obi-Wan's neck.

He pulled him close and kissed him. The two then lay, their arms about each other, talking quietly of nothing and of everything. Soon the Slyan sun was kissing the horizon. They rose from the grass, pulled on their under-breeches and went back to their campsite.

Dinner was quickly prepared, then torrid bouts of lovemaking that went on until both were too exhausted to do anything but sleep. The next day, early morning rising, packing up of their campsite, arrival of their transport, departure from Slyan and movement, as always, toward whatever destiny awaited them. Together.

The End