Summary: Uh, stuff happens in the forest. And some more stuff.
And some smut. Just read it! :)
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine and I promise I will put
them back when I am done playing with them
Note: This was written way back in the dawn of time, (oh all
right, in June) for a zine that isn't coming out, so I'll let
M_A enjoy it instead. <g>
Night came, falling like a swath of dark cloth over the trees
and shrubs and the forest came alive with sounds. The
chirruping call of beetles, the huffing groans a large animal
stirring, leaving its den to seek out food. A high shrieking
cackle, a bird, echoing in the distance, accompanied by another
shriek, continuing briefly in a call and response before fading
off. The triple moons cast a diffused glow over the canyon as
they rose, casting the woods in a vague silhouette of
illusionary trees, shadows mingling with the real vegetation.
A figure ran silently through those shadows, hiding in the
concealing darkness. His boots made no sound on the dead leaves
that carpeted the ground, no twigs cracked under his
light-footed strides. Obi-Wan Kenobi paused behind a large
stone, struggling to catch his breath and listen at the same
time. The soft chirp of insects, a whispering breeze rustling
the tree branches. Nothing else. Not that it mattered. He
knew it was there.
A shiver trickled down his spine, cold as melting snow and he
forcibly quelled it. He couldn't afford fear, couldn't afford
anything but calm.
He tested his mental shields; there could be no breaks, no
chinks in his armor or he would be discovered. The Force was
useless to him at the moment, if he tried to use it to seek out
his enemy he would be discovered. The image that thought
brought to mind made him shudder and again he stifled the rush
of emotion. The flip side of the coin was that his adversary
couldn't use it either.
Absently wiping sweat from his face with his sleeve, he looked
at the woods around him, mentally searching for an escape
route. He couldn't stay here much longer, every moment he
hesitated made him more vulnerable, allowed his pursuer
precious time.
There, a small stream only a few paces away. Go in, run
downstream about a kilometer to wipe out his tracks and he
might have a chance. The only danger was getting to the water.
It was a clear shot all the way from where he was crouched, no
brush or trees for cover. He'd have to be quick then, no chance
for another plan. He was fast running out of time.
Again, he listened. Birds, insects, wind, nothing more. His
muscles tighten in anticipation of the lunge and he settled his
weight forward, onto the balls of his toes. And a large hand
firmly cupped his ass, squeezing hard.
He stifled a highly unjedi-like shriek of surprise, twirling
awkwardly and, off-balance, landed hard on the offended part of
his anatomy. His Master sat calmly on the ground behind him, a
smile twitching the corners of his mouth upward.
Obi-Wan fell heavily back on the ground with his heart trying
to pound its way through his ribcage. Finally, after he'd
achieved some measure of calm he sat back up to face his
Master.
"How do you do that!" he exploded, words of grudging
congratulations fading at the sight of the vaguely smug look in
Qui-Gon's eyes. He shot to his feet and paced restlessly,
nearly slipping on the scattered leaves underfoot. He whirled
on his Master again. "I was perfectly shielded, I checked. I
had a head start, I was completely silent this time!" He ticked
these off on his fingers, pausing at the third. Qui- Gon hadn't
said a word, but his apprentice could feel the Jedi Master's
growing amusement at his Padawan's frustration.
With a violent exhalation, Obi-Wan flopped back to the ground.
"How did you find me?" he asked in a much calmer, resigned,
tone.
"Padawan, part of the lesson is for you to discover how I am
finding you." He shook his head as he felt Obi-Wan's sharp
burst of annoyance. "I would not be doing you a favor by
telling you, you must discover it on your own. Now," he
continued, his smile turning predatory as he let his gaze drift
over the younger man, "I do believe you owe me a forfeit."
Obi-Wan sent him another dark look. "One of these times, you
are going to be the one paying," he muttered, tugging off his
boots before shrugging out of his over-tunic.
Watching his apprentice strip, exposing golden skin and firm
muscles to his avid gaze, Qui-Gon chuckled belatedly at the
comment. He caught Obi-Wan's wrist and pulled him, still
half-clothed, into his lap. "I look forward to it," he
whispered roughly against the soft shell of Obi-Wan's ear and
the younger man shivered.
"As do I," he replied, trailing kisses over the other man's
cheeks, lightly tugging on the short hairs of Qui-Gon's beard
with his lips before finally kissing him. Obi-Wan teased his
master, running his tongue over the ticklish roof of his mouth
and then pulling back, tracing Qui-Gon's lips.
Qui-Gon leaned back against the boulder with a sigh, allowing
his Padawan to straddle him as they kissed. Nimble fingers
tripped down his body to unfasten his belt and his tunic fell
open. Those slim fingers caressed the newly revealed skin
deftly, lightly pinching the dark hued nipples that harden into
tight nubs at his touch. Qui-Gon let out a shuddering breath
against Obi-Wan's lips as those fingers trailed lower, dipping
in his navel before continuing downward to pause at the
waistband of Qui-Gon's pants. He stroked the hardness that
bloomed there through the thin fabric before impatience
overwhelmed them both.
It was awkward, struggling out of their obstructing clothing
while still kissing and touching, neither wanting to relinquish
their hold on the other long enough to undress properly.
Obi-Wan managed to push Qui- Gon's pants to his knees before
being hampered by the other man's boots and deciding it was
good enough.
Obi-Wan pulled himself forcibly from Qui-Gon's embrace sliding
downward, leaving a damp trail with his tongue on his master's
skin until he finally came to the erection that the pants had
been concealing.
Qui-Gon stifled the groan that welled in him as Obi-Wan ran his
tongue up the stiff length of the older Jedi's cock but no
amount of control could have held back his gasp as that greedy
mouth encased his cock in tight, wet heat. He raised his hands
to Obi-Wan's head, guiding him and the younger man allowed it,
moving as those hands indicated, relaxing his throat to take
that pulsing rod deep inside. Obi-Wan cupped the soft sac
underneath, lightly squeezing. His other hand curved around
Qui-Gon's body and underneath, sliding between the smoothly
muscled globes to tease the small opening there.
The forest around them faded away, the nighttime sounds
overshadowed by soft moans and desperate gasps for breath. The
hands on Obi-Wan's head tightened in warning and Obi-Wan went
down as far as he could, forcing back his gag reflex to let the
head of that cock brush the back of his throat.
"Ah!"
Hot, slippery fluid spilled out onto the stroking pad of
Obi-Wan's tongue and he savored it for a moment, the bitter
salt of it, before swallowing, gently releasing the soften cock
from his mouth. He pressed a light kiss to the tip and Qui-Gon
let out a contended murmur at the touch. The Jedi Master was
practically sprawled against the boulder, his pale skin
gleaming like ivory in the dim moonlight.
One deep blue eye finally slit open and focused on the young
man waiting expectantly before him. Qui-Gon sighed and the eye
shut again. "Don't wait on my account," Qui-Gon murmured.
Obi-Wan made a disgusted sound and moved to sit next to his
master, leaning against the boulder, before wrapping a hand
around his neglected erection. Next time, he thought as he
stroked himself, arching into the tight clasp of his hand. Next
time -I'll- be the one who wins, next time he'll be kneeling in
front of me.
He let that picture warm him, Qui-Gon, strong, beautiful, in
front of him, the master kneeling before the apprentice. He
could almost feel the heat of that mouth on him, the long
strands of that silky hair tickling his thighs as Qui-Gon paid
his forfeit by taking his padawan's cock deep in his mouth.
Lost in his fantasy he didn't notice Qui-Gon shifting next to
him until a large callused hand slid over his own, squeezing
the shaft tighter while his thumb rubbed circles over the
exposed tip. Obi-Wan's eyes flew open in startled amazement,
Qui-Gon wasn't supposed to...
"Ooooh," he moaned, helplessly arching upward as Qui-Gon leaned
to run his tongue over the velvety head. That flick of
pressure, wet and soft and totally unexpected, pushed Obi-Wan
over the edge and he came just as Qui-Gon pulled back, spurting
his seed over their combined hands.
He rested his face against the smooth coolness of the rock
behind him, his harsh breathing leveling out before he dared to
open his eyes. Qui- Gon had already moved away and was dressing
but he stopped when he felt Obi-Wan's gaze on him, saw the
question in those gray depths. Why?
Qui-Gon shrugged, a smile teasing the corner of his mouth. Why
not?
Obi-wan snorted softly and, somewhat shakily, got to his feet
and started dressing. "Enjoy it while you can. I -am- going to
win next time."
"Of course you will, Padawan," Qui-Gon replied agreeably,
carefully prying the tiny beacon off the bottom of Obi-Wan's
boot while the younger man's back was turned. He stashed it
quickly in a compartment on his belt with the homing device,
and when Obi-Wan turned back he was a perfect picture of
innocence. He smiled sweetly at the still somewhat disgruntled
young man. "Of course you will."
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