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Summary: A hot twilight, a waterfall and other nice stuff.
Jedi weren't supposed to sweat.
Or, at the very least, they were supposed to have the decency
to pretend that mere mortal perspiration was somehow beneath
them. A laughable breach of physical control that a first year
Padawan would be mortified to be caught indulging in.
No, Jedi weren't supposed to sweat.
But contrary to the unspoken Code, Obi-Wan -was- sweating.
Delorga was a steamy planet and he couldn't help but feel damp
and vaguely gritty beneath a tunic that had seen better, less
stressful, days.
Not that escaping an entire cadre of Nieftchans wasn't par for
the course.
He sighed and leaned back against the huge base of an ancient
Yuccat tree. Studied his wild surroundings and decided that in
some ways they were an improvement over his and Qui-Gon's usual
accommodations. The palatial rooms that were almost always
ridiculously too large or mystifyingly cramped and cold,
depending on the sovereign's personal inclinations toward Jedi
Knights who came "calling."
At least there was fresh air and life surrounding them.
Even if it was hot muggy air.
He shifted again, the sweat beginning to trickle down his neck,
leaving itchy trails where it dried. Heard the inviting rush of
a nearby waterfall and peered at the tempting glisten of a
shallow stream that ran through their encampment. Imagined
cool, fresh water running down his body and had to bite back a
groan.
Glanced at his Master, wondering if he were anywhere near as
uncomfortable, but no, Qui-Gon seemed perfectly calm and
content as always. Dry-looking even.
So much for mortal perspiration.
Obi-Wan watched as his Master sat engrossed with a small piece
of wood and a tiny old-fashioned carving blade. Relaxed, but
completely focused on his task, Qui-Gon's peaceful profile was
at once a study in nobility and wisdom. It was not at all sweet
looking, not even classically lovely, Obi-Wan decided.
No, his Master was not pretty, that was for certain.
He was beautiful.
A different sort of heat ran through Obi-Wan at the realization
and he quickly turned his sights to the fire, concentrating
hard on its flickering embers, but that did little except make
him hotter.
And that was the last thing he needed.
The gurgle of the stream, the rush of the waterfall, Qui-Gon's
perfect profile . . . it was all conspiring to drive him mad,
he decided. If the Nieftchans discovered his whereabouts, they
were going to find nothing but a wet tunic and light saber
lying in a puddle, he mourned.
If only he could take a quick dip in that river. Just a short,
little, tiny . . .
As if reading his mind, Qui-Gon spoke without looking up from
his carving. "You'll find a batch of sass root at the base of
that clokus tree to your left, Padawan. It's an excellent
cleanser and emollient when mixed with water. Just break off
the tips and rub it between your palms before applying it."
Yes, his Master was amazing all right, Obi-Wan thought,
smiling. He quickly rose, took a moment to pluck the sass root
that was exactly where Qui-Gon said it would be and bounded to
the river's edge.
Tore off his itchy tunic, hopped ungracefully when he yanked
off his boots and hesitated shyly before removing the rest.
Glanced back at Qui-Gon who was still completely engrossed in
his carving and decided that it really didn't matter. Over the
years, they'd seen each other in every possible combination of
undress, so what difference would an outdoor bath make?
Or so he hoped.
Obi-Wan waded easily through the shallow brook, heading
upstream to where the call of the waterfall continued to
beckon. Finally saw a sheer curtain of water falling onto an
shelf of flat rocks and practically leapt toward it.
Stood beneath its cold, fresh torrent and felt reborn.
He nearly laughed aloud at the shock of it, the cold, massaging
pressure beating down against his chest, stomach and legs.
Tilted his head back and let the rush of water flow over his
face, leaving him pleasantly breathless . . . lightheaded even.
Gasping, he stepped closer to the rock wall and took a breather
in the space provided and peered out over the river through the
waterfall.
Took a moment to appreciate the life that surrounded him and
enjoyed the sight of swaying grasses, floating plants and
flowers; high green hills that rose majestically on every side.
Watched as tiny moving flecks of silver darted through the
water, large schools of small fish swimming by, leaping up to
catch an insect or two.
None of it escaped his notice. The Force was a strong and
bountiful power, Obi-Wan thought reverently. Very strong
indeed.
He took another dizzying plunge into the torrent, then stepped
back into the alcove to retrieve the sass root. Broke off the
tips and crushed it between his palms as Qui-Gon instructed and
was surprised to see a foaming liquid emerge from its leaves.
Experimentally, he rubbed it over his body and through his
hair, enjoying its sweet smell. He could feel it work
immediately, cleansing off the grit and sweat that had been
plaguing him for hours.
Just another example of Qui-Gon's nearly endless range of
knowledge he thought, feeling a student's pride in his teacher.
Of course, he also remembered Qui-Gon's "helpful" application
of disinfectant juice from a batch of stinging ikus leaves to a
few of his old lacerations, but . . .
He'd just gone back under the water to rinse off when he felt
the presence behind him.
Whirled and nearly slipped off the rocks when he was caught by
two strong hands that at once balanced him and held him up.
"Master," he gasped. "Forgive me, but I was startled."
"My apologies," Qui-Gon replied easily.
Obi-Wan felt a hot blush fill his cheeks. Felt at once foolish
and not a little embarrassed. "I suppose I should be more
alert."
A chuckled reply. "Perhaps."
Obi-Wan blushed again, forcing himself to concentrate on
Qui-Gon's dark blue eyes and ignore the almost overwhelming
temptation to stare at the rest of him . . . stark naked and as
beautiful as any riverside.
But his Master didn't seem to notice. "It's a lovely land
here," Qui-Gon said, before stepping into the waterfall. He
tilted his head back and pushed long hair away from his
forehead with slim fingers as Obi-Wan gave into temptation,
drinking in the sight of his long body, finely muscled and
shining, iridescent with droplets of fresh water.
The falls, the hills, everything fell away, their beauty paling
in comparison.
"Padawan?"
"Ye . . . yes, Master?" he stuttered, immediately yanked out of
his reverie.
"I said . . . any more of that sass root lying about?"
"Oh. Oh, yes, I think that some remains," Obi-Wan stuttered. He
peered around the alcove and spied a few more stalks lying
beside him. Swallowed hard and handed them to Qui-Gon with a
small grin. Began to feel like a young fool, or at the very
least, a wet hot-blooded fool.
But again, Qui-Gon didn't seem to notice. He merely broke the
stalks open and began to wash in a leisurely manner. "Did you
notice the terrans flying by before, Padawan?"
No, he did not. He, Obi-Wan Kenobi, was too busy staring at his
naked, gorgeous Master, he thought dryly, biting his lip. "No,
Master, I didn't," he replied. Keeping his tone respectful.
"They're quite amazing and beautiful. Some are the size of
small fighters and are worshiped by the native peoples of this
planet."
Obi Wan nodded again, trying very hard to concentrate on his
Master's words instead of staring.
"It's in places like this you can feel the Force most freely,
Padawan, places where you are surrounded by life. It works its
way into you, through you . . . concentrate and you will feel
it."
Obi-Wan nodded. Saw a pair of deep blue eyes, ever wise,
staring into his and he drew in a shuddering breath at the
sight.
Yes, he could certainly feel it. The surging rushes of water
becoming one with the tide of blood aching through his veins,
along with the heavy throb between his legs. The beating of his
heart, in tandem with the river's flow.
Heard Qui-Gon's voice low in his ear. "This is the Force. This
is life, Obi-Wan."
Time stood still when Obi-Wan felt the touch of a thumb along
his lower lip, tracing gently, thoughtfully, as if noticing the
soft outline of it for the very first time.
Obi-Wan heard himself gasp and gave into it. He could scarcely
see through the light spray of water, could barely draw another
breath before he was being kissed and then, he was kissing back
with abandon, hands tangling in long, wet hair, feeling the
heat of two erections touching, cool hips and thighs bumping .
. . torsos, backs and arms entangling, all of them cool and
slippery with wetness.
The same skillful and maddening fingers that traced his mouth
were touching his nipples, teasing them to hardness until they
were tender enough to make him want to pull away. Almost.
There were lips sliding down his neck, kissing, nipping, then
sucking at the hollow between his shoulder and throat. Obi Wan
was panting with the same breathless exultation he'd felt
beneath the falls, desperately wanting to give in to his knees
trembling demand that he sink to the ground and relinquish any
pretense of control.
Felt himself spun around, with his face pressed against the
thick moss that clung to the rock walls. Hands kneading his
hips, gentle fingers caressing, then spreading him before he
felt one, then the second enter, slowly . . . carefully.
He groaned and held onto the rock for dear life.
Shut his eyes tightly and whimpered when the fingers withdrew
only to be replaced by a more demanding pressure, slick and
burning hot, filling him, mixing pain and pleasure as one.
Heard Qui-Gon whispering in his ear. Breathless. "You don't
know, but I see them, beloved, I see them, even when you
don't."
Obi-Wan could smell the sass root and felt a hard thrust,
followed by another, and another, whimpering as Qui-Gon's hips
pounded against him. A warm, slippery hand found its way to his
cock, with fingers caressing its sensitive underside, thumbing
its leaking tip, then stroking its length ... hard. He arched
into its maddening rhythm, moaning loudly, no longer caring
about any loss of control.
"Looking at you, staring . . . desiring. Everywhere we go, the
entire room turns to stare. And you, you beloved, never
notice."
Oh, how could I notice, Obi Wan thought, biting his lip, trying
to stifle the scream that was threatening at the back of his
throat. How can I notice when there is no one but you, Qui-Gon.
Nothing exists, but what you have shown me.
And you've shown me more than I ever would have believed.
Felt harsh kisses along the tender nape of his neck, small
bites at his shoulder and Obi-Wan arched back, giving in to his
body's demands. Met each stroke with matching energy and heat,
crying out when the spiral began, his hips pistoning
involuntarily.
Heard the words in his ear, breathless. Passionate. "And every
time they stare, that's when I take you. Take you as my own and
give my life to you. That is my life now . . . right here, one
with you. Beloved."
He came then, bright lights flashing beneath his closed lids,
his entire body shuddering and then sagging with release. Felt
Qui-Gon tense behind him and follow him over the edge with a
moan.
Followed by a ragged whisper. This time reverent. "This is
life, love. You are my life."
Obi-Wan attempted to catch his breath his body still bowed
against the moss covered rock and Qui-Gon's weight still warm
and welcome behind him.
"Is this some sort of new lesson, Master?" he asked quietly,
opening his eyes and turning his head to receive another soft
kiss. "Because if it is . . ."
"Yes?"
"I think I'm ready to learn more."
Smiled at the answering chuckle and closed his eyes again,
hearing the river's call and feeling the life flowing
everywhere around him, shining incandescently, as it had never
done before.
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fini
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NOTE: I was just in the mood for some smutty schmoop before I
got back into my "Illusion's Song" angst-fest. Yes, even we
Evil Sith Authors get in our moods for brain candy. Okay, now
back to that miserable moon... <g>
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