Rating: NC-17. Younguns under the age o' eighteen - avert yer
eyes now, or I'll do it for ya! Hysterical blindness ain't chic
this year, trust me.
Archive: Master & Apprentice, yes; anyone else, fine. I'd
be honored, in fact, if ya did. But please keep my name on
there.
Warning: No, not really. Unless of course you're
claustrophobic. In that case, I recommend ya not read it if
you're easily impressionable.
Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan get into a tight squeeze. Not that
they're complaining.
Disclaimer: I really dislike shortening my witty snippets, but
I'm tired and somewhat cranky today, so here goes: Lucas owns
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Hallelujah.
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"Come quickly, Padawan."
"I love it when you talk to me that way, Master," Obi-Wan
replied with a wicked smile.
Qui-Gon cast a quick glare at his apprentice, let out a muffled
snort, and then led the way toward the Jedi safe house that was
their destination.
Obi-Wan restrained a snicker as he followed his tall, handsome
master towards safety from their pursuers.
The Jedi had been sent to settle negotiations between the
Faslach and a neighboring race, the Cleas. However, the Cleas
had decided to stir things up and had set the Jedi up to make
it look as though they had sabotaged the peace talks when
things began getting out of hand.
The two Jedi had been forced to flee, although the Faslach
Security Enforcers were hot on their trail. The FSE were used
to Jedi tricks and manipulations, and so Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan
had been forced to work especially hard to elude their pursuers
even as the Jedi Master had led the way toward a place where,
he had said, "We'll find safety. Such things have happened
before, and it always takes time to calm the Faslach down, as
they never seem to learn from these things."
Now Qui-Gon led his young charge toward a rather innocuous
looking home, about two stories tall and made from stone, wood,
and brick, complete with an apparently working chimney. That
was a welcome sight to Obi-Wan, who shivered as the wind picked
up yet again. He and his master had been forced to flee just as
a severe thunderstorm was arriving.
He waited in the shadows of the house as Qui-Gon instructed as
his master went up to the door and knocked firmly.
A few moments later, an elderly man about the same height as
Obi-Wan, yet definitely packing some weight around the midriff
region, opened the door. He took one look at Qui-Gon's serious
expression and his Jedi robes, and said, "Get in, quickly. I
heard on the scanner about the FSE on the lookout for Jedi."
"I have an apprentice with me," Qui-Gon stated.
"Then hurry the hell up and get him inside, too!" the elderly
man barked, stepping back to invite the Jedi inside.
Obi-Wan needed no further urging. He used a Force-propelled
leap to take him up to the top of the porch stairs, slipping
silently like a wraith between his master and the door,
disappearing into the house, Qui-Gon following behind him.
The elderly man stood waiting for them in a cozy room just off
the entrance hallway, where a fire burned in the stone
fireplace, heating the room against the encroaching chill of
the storm. He puffed on a pipe, scented smoke drifting through
the air, then held out a hand to Qui-Gon and said, "I'm Creja
Rabro, owner of this house. Your names?"
"I am Qui-Gon Jinn, Jedi Master, and this is my Padawan,
Obi-Wan Kenobi," Qui-Gon replied, taking Creja's hand and
shaking firmly, then stepping back to let his apprentice do the
same.
"Thank you for taking us in, Mr. Rabro," Obi-Wan murmured
politely, tucking his hands back into his sleeves.
"Pah!" Creja snorted. "I owe the Jedi for the help given me
with no hesitation at many times in my life, young man. The
least I can do is provide safe shelter for the Order's
representatives when it's needed."
Obi-Wan smiled. He rather liked the brash old man. He could
sense that Creja was fond of the Jedi, just had no need to
cover up his words with cloying diplomacy.
"You guys are probably hungry, tired, and wanting a bath,"
Creja muttered. He turned to leave the room as he said, "Come
on with me; I'll fix up a couple of hot plates for you while
you stash yours things in the room at the top of the stairs.
There's only one, I'm sorry, but I figure the boy can take the
floor. He looks like it shouldn't bother his young bones a
bit."
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan climbed the stairs towards the room as
Obi-Wan slanted a sly smile at his master.
'There's no need to mention that we'll end up sharing the
bed, is there, my Master?' Obi-Wan asked wickedly along
their bond.
'No, my Padawan, there is not. We do not wish to
inadvertently offend our gracious host,' Qui-Gon replied
with a straight face as they entered the simple, yet
comfortably furnished room, setting their carry-sacks down on
the dresser.
Then they went back downstairs. They followed the sounds and
smells coming from a different part of the house and found the
kitchen, where Creja was ladling a stew filled with vegetables
and meat into bowls for them. Hot bread sat on the large table
that dominated the room, along with extra greens to eat, and a
bowl of fruit in case the Jedi wanted or needed some.
"There's protein drinks in the cooler, if'n you want or need
it," Creja said when he turned and saw them. "Or there's plain
water, or more lively spirits if that's what you're looking
for."
"The protein drinks should do fine, Creja, thank you," Qui-Gon
said kindly to the elderly man, Obi-Wan echoing his gratitude.
The three men sat down with their meals and Qui-Gon explained
the machinations of the Siochain that had led to the FSE
hunting them down.
"I believe we've eluded them for the time being. The storm has
helped us in escaping from them, so it should be some time
before they manage to track us this way, if they even get that
far," Qui-Gon finished.
"Hmph," Creja snorted. "Damned fool Cleas! Those Faslach fools
never learn, even when all the proof is put in their faces."
"Money talks, my friend," Qui-Gon replied easily. "And those
with the largest purses talk loudest."
"I still say they're damned idiots," Creja grunted, taking a
healthy drink of his alcoholic beverage.
Obi-Wan was inclined to agree with their host.
When the three men had finished their meal, the Jedi helped
clean up the kitchen, and then Creja said, "The bathroom's
connected to your bedroom, fellas. It'd be easier on my
cisterns, though, if you could share a bath. Would that be too
much of a problem?"
The Jedi shook their heads, thanking Creja graciously for
providing them with the possibility of getting clean.
Creja just snorted, then shooed them out of the kitchen and
back up the stairs.
Moments later, Qui-Gon was relaxing in the bath as Obi-Wan came
into the small bathing room, stepping behind him. The older man
let out a low sigh of contentment when Obi-Wan began combing
his fingers through the long, graying hair slowly and gently.
He loved it when Obi-Wan played with his hair; it was so damned
relaxing and loving at the same time.
Obi-Wan grinned as he felt Qui-Gon slowly loosen up beneath his
fingers. He wanted to help his beloved master further, though,
so he removed the hair tie from Qui-Gon's head, then gently
pulled all of the silken hair back into a loose ponytail so
that it was out of his way. Then he took hold of Qui-Gon's
shoulders after dipping his hands into the warm, oily water,
and began to grip and knead the tense muscles beneath the warm,
taut skin.
Qui-Gon groaned, his head falling forward in utter contentment.
He closed his eyes and simply gave himself up to the sensation
of his beloved Obi-Wan's fingers curling and stroking and
kneading his tired, aching muscles, coaxing them to relax and
unwind. He chuckled softly as a thought occurred to him.
"What's so funny?" Obi-Wan asked, moving to the back of
Qui-Gon's neck and the top of his spine to grip and pull
gently, loosening the neck muscles.
"I was trying to figure out just what great and wonderful thing
I have done recently beyond my normal duties to deserve this
glorious gift you've given me, and I'm failing to recall what
it was," Qui-Gon murmured, smiling.
"Does loving me count in any way?" the younger man asked with a
grin as he helped Qui-Gon to sit forward in the tub, sweeping
his palms down the long, muscular back, removing tension.
"It counts in every way that matters," Qui-Gon replied quietly,
letting his love for Obi-Wan fill his voice.
Obi-Wan stopped the massage and moved to Qui-Gon's side, took
the older man's face in his hands, and held him still for a
long, deep kiss.
Qui-Gon smiled under that kiss and caught his equally naked
Padawan around the waist and pulled him into the bath so that
Obi-Wan straddled his lap as they continued the kiss.
The younger man laughed and pulled back slightly to look into
Qui-Gon's eyes. "I love you, Qui-Gon."
Qui-Gon reached up to gently touch Obi-Wan's cheek as he
replied, "And I love you, my Obi-Wan, with all my heart."
Obi-Wan sighed contentedly, shivered slightly, and leaned
forward to renew the kiss.
The door to the bathing room slammed open and Creja raced in
with no hesitation as the startled Jedi jumped, splashing water
over the sides of the tub.
"Quickly! Get up and get your robes on! We have only a few
minutes before the FSE gets here! They somehow managed to track
you," he growled, already moving to their room to gather up
their things and clothing.
Obi-Wan leaped up, Qui-Gon right behind him, and they took a
few moments to dry themselves as best they could so they would
leave no dripping water trails as they hurried into their room.
They reached for their clothing, but Creja shook his head
violently. "No! There is no time! I must hide you, and quickly.
You have no time to escape from here, not with that storm
outside. Hurry, follow me!"
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon followed Creja downstairs to the living
room where the fireplace stood, their faces grim. They watched
as their host reached behind a stone in the fireplace and
flicked a hidden switch. The center section of the fireplace,
where a fire burned merrily, moved to the side, leaving just
enough space for people to squeeze through.
"Quickly, get in! It'll be a tight fit, and you'll be
uncomfortable, but there's a Force damper surrounding it, as
well as a few other hidden gadgets that'll prevent detection.
No one will know you're in there, so long as you keep quiet,"
Creja barked, anxiety filling his face. He knew that if the
Jedi were discovered in his house, they were all dead.
Obi-Wan threw a quick glance to his master, who nodded
encouragement, and the younger man obediently ducked down and
squeezed through into the small opening. Qui-Gon handed him his
pack and his clothing and he took them, settling them about his
feet, then pressed against the dirty, sooty wall as tightly as
he could.
Qui-Gon grunted as he squirmed into the tight enclosure with
his Padawan, standing up as straight and tall as he could as
Creja reached through and packed his own gear and clothing
around his feet. Then he squeezed tightly against Obi-Wan, well
aware that he was putting pressure on the younger man's lungs,
and the panel was closed behind him. As soon as it had clicked
closed and was sealed tightly, he relaxed back the scant
half-inch he could so Obi-Wan could regain control of his
breathing.
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak, but he felt Qui-Gon shake
his head. Remembering that they needed to remain quiet, he
concentrated past the difficulty of the Force damper and
thought into their bond, 'What now, Master?'
'Now we wait for as long as we have to, Obi-Wan. Creja is no
doubt scurrying to put the bathroom and our room to rights to
make it appear that he has been alone this entire time. And
with this Force damper in effect, we have no choice but to wait
and trust in his ability to conceal us,' Qui-Gon replied,
using the link as well.
Obi-Wan nodded his understanding, then froze as they heard
voices, loud and demanding, filter through the material of the
fireplace and their hiding spot.
They breathed quietly, their bodies tense as they listened to
the chief officer of the FSE question Creja as to whether or
not he'd seen two men dressed in brown and tan clothing, one
young and one older, at all during the evening. They continued
to listen as Creja replied that he had been peering out at the
gathering storm and had thought he'd seen something, but when
he'd looked closer, he'd decided that it was merely a trick of
the lightning through the wind-tossed tree limbs.
The chief stated that it could have been the Jedi, clouding his
mind, and that he and his men would conduct a more thorough
search of the area, and thank you for his time and trouble.
Then, to Obi-Wan's amazement, he heard Creja say to the chief
that the storm had become worse and it would probably do the
FSE no good to search any more that night for two Jedi who
would be hampered by the same storm. Would the FSE care to stay
the night and wait out the storm in his home?
Qui-Gon leaned his head forward so that his forehead pressed to
Obi-Wan's. Concentrating, he thought, 'If Creja were to send
them out into the storm now rather than make that offer, his
inhospitableness would be viewed with extreme suspicion. Creja
is keeping us safer by extending the invitation than tossing
them all out hastily into the storm.'
'I understand, my Master, but that means that we are going
to be spending the next untold how many hours in this cramped
space standing upright, when we could be enjoying a bath, a
bed, maybe some lovemaking, and some much needed sleep,'
Obi-Wan replied petulantly.
Qui-Gon smiled in the darkened interior and thought, 'Maybe
some lovemaking? It had seemed like a definite possibility
earlier.'
'Right. But that was when we were safe, or so we had
assumed. And besides, I was actually rather tired.'
Qui-Gon frowned slightly. 'If so, then why were you allowing
me to make love to you?'
Obi-Wan would have shrugged if he could have. 'It seemed to
be helping to relax you. And I do enjoy having your
hands on me.'
The older man let his breath out softly in a slightly irritated
sigh. 'Obi-Wan, if you are tired and, or, do not wish to
make love, then simply say so. Just because I want to doesn't
mean we have to. I am more than happy to wait for when
you will totally enjoy it.'
Obi-Wan stayed silent for a moment, then pressed his lips
chastely to Qui-Gon's. 'Yes, my Master. I understand now,
I'm sorry.'
Qui-Gon smiled again and kissed Obi-Wan back lightly. 'It's
alright, my love. Don't take it so to heart; I just wanted you
to be aware that you need not exhaust yourself
unnecessarily.'
'As I said, my Master, it is understood.' There was the
quick glimmer of amusement along their bond, and the flash of a
smile in the semi-darkness.
'Bratty imp,' Qui-Gon replied, stifling his laughter.
'That's right, I am. What are you going to do about it?'
'Now is not the time or place to issue me such a challenge,
my beloved. But all joking aside, I wouldn't change a
thing.' Qui-Gon let his love feel his soul-deep affection
for the younger man, and was rewarded with an almost
imperceptibly happy sigh as Obi-Wan relaxed against him,
snuggling as best as he could.
Resting his cheek atop Obi-Wan's head, Qui-Gon thought, 'I
can sense that you are exhausted, my Obi-Wan. Go to sleep,
love; there's really nothing else we can do, cut off from the
Force as we are, and we need to gather our strength in case we
are discovered.'
'I know, my love,' Obi-Wan sent back to him, somewhat
diffidently, and snuggled his face into Qui-Gon's neck. 'Get
some rest yourself, my Qui-Gon.'
'Yes, my imp,' Qui-Gon replied gently, grinning in the
darkness when he felt Obi-Wan's muffled snort against his neck.
Then the two Jedi calmed themselves, slowing their heartbeats
until finally, they slipped into a light slumber.
Obi-Wan awoke sometime later to find that he and his master had
shifted during the night. They still stood pressed together,
only their robes had fallen open, and sweat-slicked, naked skin
pressed against sweat-slick, naked skin.
Not to mention a few other things.
Aware that his master was wide awake, Obi-Wan sighed, smiled,
and thought, 'Qui-Gon?'
'Yes, my Obi-Wan?' Qui-Gon replied as he bent his head
to feather soft kisses over the younger man's face.
'You pick the damnedest times and places, my love.'
Qui-Gon grinned and continued to spread kisses across Obi-Wan's
face, then across his jawline and down his throat, nipping and
sucking gently here and there. Whatever Obi-Wan's words, the
fact that he used Qui-Gon's name and the affectionate term "my
love" meant that the younger man was completely open to the
idea of some serious necking. Not to mention that Qui-Gon could
feel Obi-Wan responding to his own excitement. The older man
clearly felt Obi-Wan's erection rising to press against his
own, and the two men stiffened and shivered against one another
at the sensation.
Obi-Wan lifted his chin, silently yet imperiously demanding
Qui-Gon's personal attention to his mouth, and the older man
was happy to oblige.
He slid his mouth ever so gently across Obi-Wan's, gradually
melting the kiss deeper and deeper until their mouths were
meshing, straining together as their tongues dueled hungrily
for each touch, caress, and taste.
Qui-Gon felt Obi-Wan tremble against him, his pelvis pushing
into Qui-Gon's body as he grumbled silently, 'Rrggh!
Qui-Gon, there's not enough room! What are we going to do?'
The older man smiled and replied, 'The usual, my love. Do
the best we can with what we have.'
'In that case, we're doomed.'
Qui-Gon bit his lip, shaking silently as he restrained his
laughter. Finally, after he controlled himself, he thought,
'Oh, come now, we don't do that badly. Look on the
bright side: we still have our health.'
'Not for much longer, at this rate. I'm going to go stark
raving insane by the time we get out of here!'
'Sanity is so overrated,' Qui-Gon stated, then
took his lover's mouth in a deep kiss that threatened to drive
both men over the brink. As it was, he had to use his mouth to
muffle Obi-Wan's moan of pleasure.
Since movement was extremely limited, Qui-Gon did make do as
best as he could. Shifting and grinding his hips minutely, so
that his erection rubbed marginally against Obi-Wan's, Qui-Gon
proceeded to make love to the young man's mouth with his own.
Obi-Wan had always thought Qui-Gon's mouth to be talentedly
sensual, and now he was given the proof of that in spades.
The two men struggled to keep their breathing quiet as Qui-Gon
delved his tongue deeply into Obi-Wan's mouth, stroking and
tasting him, pulling back to swipe gently at warm, trembling
lips before nipping them gently. He slowly kissed every
available inch of Obi-Wan's face, then went after the younger
man's ears, teasing and stroking them. Along their bond, he
kept up a running commentary of all the things he'd ever done
sexually to Obi-Wan, all of the things he'd like to do
to the young man, and all the things he would like Obi-Wan to
do to him. And all during this, he continued to shift and grind
his erection against Obi-Wan's, their shafts becoming more and
more sensitive to the limited physical contact.
Qui-Gon moved lower and nibbled and kissed and licked Obi-Wan's
throat, sinking his teeth delicately into the curve where
shoulder met neck, feeling the younger man shudder beneath him.
Then he went back up to Obi-Wan's mouth and claimed it for his
own again, kissing deeply, hungrily, yet slowly all the while.
Obi-Wan pulled his head away, gasping for air as he struggled
to control his noise level, and then he turned Qui-Gon's
tactics on his lover. He kissed every inch of Qui-Gon's face,
nipping lightly at the end of the nose that had obviously been
broken at some point. He nipped and nibbled at those full,
sensual lips, and dragged his tongue playfully through the wiry
beard on the man's face, making Qui-Gon shake with silent
laughter yet again. Then he went after Qui-Gon's ears, tugging
possessively with his teeth and growling softly, just enough
for his lover to hear and stiffen in response. Once Obi-Wan had
satisfied himself there, he ate hungrily along the straining
column of Qui-Gon's throat and shoulders.
The younger man grinned and thought to himself, 'Being the
shorter of a pair-bonded does have its advantages.' That
being said, he attached his mouth to one of his lover's
nipples, sucking hotly, urgently, as he nibbled gently with his
teeth, flicking his tongue across the sensitive, stiffened
flesh.
Qui-Gon squeezed his eyes shut as his breathing halted and he
just barely throttled back a deep groan that wanted to burst
from his throat. As it was, he was forced to concentrate on
keeping from making any noise as his torturous Padawan went
after the other nipple, repeating the ministrations as, down
below, he shifted the rhythm of his hips, rotating them in a
slightly circular pattern against Qui-Gon's that did remarkable
things to the older man's throbbing erection.
Obi-Wan placed his lips just above Qui-Gon's heart and sucked
forcefully, dragging the blood to the surface in a possessive
hickey, and then he obeyed his lover's silent command and
raised his face to the other man again.
Qui-Gon took possessive control of the kiss and the two men
panted and moved together as much as they could while feasting
on each other's mouths. They opened their link, feeding their
pleasure to each other until finally, it crested, and they
shuddered together in unison as they came, their seed spilling
wildly between their bodies as their cocks throbbed in release.
With great effort, and a fierce kiss, the lovers muffled their
shared moan of pleasure.
Gasping softly, they slumped together, regaining their breath.
Then, with loving murmurs to one another, they drifted off to
sleep yet again.
Hours later, they were awakened by the sliding sound of their
hiding spot being opened.
Tensing, readying for a fight or death, the Jedi relaxed when
they heard Creja say, "It's only me, and I'm alone. They left
an hour ago, my friends. Come on out of their and get some
fresh air."
Qui-Gon waited until Creja had removed the items from around
his feet before he stiffly crouched and, with a muffled groan
as stiffened muscles protested, scooted backwards out of the
hidey-hole. He straightened carefully and took a deep breath of
fresh air gratefully, then turned back to help Obi-Wan out, the
younger man not bothering to muffle his groan as his own
muscles protested.
The two Jedi stood in the living room, breathing deeply, and
Creja silently gathered up their things to take back up to the
bedroom and to draw another bath. When he came back downstairs,
he informed his guests of this fact.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes, surprised, and started to say, "Do we
have time for another bath, Master? Is it really necess-"
And then he started laughing. He laughed until he howled,
hunched over, his stomach muscles cramping, as he took in the
sight of a soot-covered, disheveled, decidedly mucky Qui-Gon.
Dampened hair clung in tufts and matted bunches to his head and
face. Soot covered taut, slightly bronzed skin that was damp
with sweat, and the robe was also covered in soot and in
wrinkled disarray.
Qui-Gon assumed his best Stoic Jedi Master expression and said
calmly, "You hardly look any better, my Padawan."
Obi-Wan grinned, knowing that beneath their robes was the added
stickiness of their mutual release, which their wrinkled, dirty
robes hid from Creja's view.
"I would imagine so, my Master. However, you will forgive me if
I mention that while I have seen you dirty from our many
missions together, I have never before seen you look quite so
disheveled simply from standing still for a few hours. Never
mind that it is rare that you ever get dirty to this
extent."
Qui-Gon sighed wearily and then turned, heading back up the
stairs as he said, "Our thanks, Creja, for hiding us so well.
My Padawan and I shall clean ourselves up, then be on our way
to save you anymore trouble from the FSE."
Creja traded a grin with Obi-Wan, then called out, "Certainly,
Master Jinn. It was my pleasure to be of service. Although, I
think I'll see what I can do about making the hidey-hole a
little larger so there's better room for movement."
"That would be welcome indeed," Obi-Wan murmured as he followed
his master up the stairs. He had just reached the top of them
and was standing in the bathroom doorway when he heard Creja
add, "As well as a stronger sound damper, so I won't have to
convince anyone that what they hear scrabbling in the walls is
simply an infestation of Geyanese bats."
Obi-Wan clenched his jaw against yet another round of hilarity,
managing to keep his snickers muffled. Then he let out a yelp
as he was unceremoniously yanked into the bathing room.
Creja grinned as the door slammed shut, followed by the
unmistakable sound of bodies thumping into the tub. Heading
into the kitchen to start preparing a large, protein-laden
breakfast for his departing guests, he chuckled quietly to
himself.
After all, it wasn't every day you could ruffle Jedi feathers
quite so thoroughly.
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