Unexpected

by Draconus

Title: Unexpected
Author: Draconus
Archive: yes please
Category: PWP, AU, Humor, Qui/Obi, Fetish/kink, first time, angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC. You don't really think Obi-Wan would do that, do you? ::grins::
Spoilers: none
Summary: Obi-Wan is getting desperate and Qui-Gon isn't helping.
Feedback: Y. On list or off. But be gentle. It's my first PWP and I kept giggling. dianethx@comcast.net
Warnings: none
Series: Heck, no.
Disclaimer: I do not own Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, or the Star Wars concept; Lucasfilm does. I am borrowing them with no intent to profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note: for the First line challenge - "I can explain."

"I can explain."

It was certainly not what I expected him to say.

When he did not show up for our sparring lesson, I began to feel uneasy. The bond between us had pulsed with something elusive, not a shrill cry for help but there had been an intensity of emotion that I found alarming. My Padawan was usually a well-spring of cool reason.

But when I sent a question back to him in the Force hoping for some answers, Obi-Wan's shields slammed tight, blocking me out. Not his usual response.

I felt no danger and his reactions had been more confusing than alarming. But I did want to make sure he was all right.

He'd been off-balance lately, sending me strange looks, and once in a while, a heated glance that from anyone else would have been considered passionate.

And our conversations had gone from straightforward, energetic debates into odd questions and even odder tangents as if he had something on his mind. He asked about age and choices for Jedi and the role of love in the Code, not once but several times. We had an energetic talk about politics that turned into speculation about hidden desires -which tread far too close to my own desires for comfort and I cut him off with a shrug and change of topic. Then there was that discussion about the balance of submission and domination with regard to star systems that had been laced with double-meanings. From anyone else, I would have thought it was the first step toward seduction and a night of passionate love-making.

But this was Obi-Wan. I passed it off as part of his dry, sometimes sarcastic humor; it was likely that he was testing me somehow, trying to keep his old Master off-balance. I had to admit, though, that I did not sleep that night, and in the morning, I was still achingly hard.

It was definitely peculiar and most unlike him. I did consider that I might be wrong, that he was trying to get me into bed, but of course, that was impossible. It was just wishful thinking on my part.

Obi-Wan was a gentle, resourceful, desirable man who would likely be horrified at the thought of his Master lusting after him. Better to let that idea fade into the oblivion it deserved.

So I was taken aback when I found him in the last place I expected -my bedroom - and doing the last thing I'd ever expected him to do -lying there on my bed, naked, his hands tied with silken cords to the ring at the head of the bed and aroused, definitely aroused.

He was also alone.

"I can explain."

Shooting him a Masterly look of exasperation, adjusting my tunics to keep my own very enthusiastic arousal shielded from view, trying to ignore the shaking desperate desire to leap into that warm bed and find out just how loud he would be when he climaxed in my hand, I managed to choke out, "Obi-Wan, in future you should use your own bed for these kinds of games, not mine. And where is your partner in all this? She shouldn't just leave you tied up, not when I could walk in at any moment."

"Bant.."

"Bant?!" I didn't think she liked humans as sexual partners but I had been wrong before. Besides Bant was his little sister in all but blood. It didn't make sense.

Besides, I'd never seen any evidence of his sexual activity one way or the other. He'd hidden his desires well - until now.

Now it was pretty evident that Obi-Wan liked sex and rather kinky sex at that. But how I wished that he'd chosen a more appropriate location and one that didn't trigger my own dark desires.

Unfortunately, although my mind was processing this astonishing turn of events, my body was getting more aroused by the moment. I couldn't keep from staring at him, looking at his flushed skin and red mouth, watching him glancing at me with questions and lust in his eyes.

I'd often dreamed of him like this, hard and eager beneath my touch, my hands following the lines of muscle and desire as he begged for more. My mouth covering his, sharing breath and passion and wet kisses. And as I filled him, the shudder of his climax, his voice ragged with ecstasy.

Dreams that would never become reality and yet here he was - tied up, beautiful and aroused - in my bed.

I was shivering with lust and I was trying desperately to breathe but at least I managed not to fall to my knees, old as they were, and worship him with my mouth. In fact, I didn't do or say anything. I was too busy watching the flex of muscle, the pulse of his heart and. other things.

Apparently his compact frame was not a good indicator of size. And no matter what Yoda said, size did matter at times.

"It was Bant's idea."

"Bant's idea was to have sex with you in my bed?" I tried to keep the longing out of my voice. "Obi-Wan."

He stopped, his mouth open with surprise. "No, not Bant. Not that way. She. she helped to tie me up. I couldn't do it myself."

"What were you thinking?" When he didn't answer, just looked at me with those green, questioning eyes, I wanted to kiss him so badly that I ached with the effort not to take him right there. I also wanted to untie him and make him clean the 'fresher with a qualla feather for being this foolish. Unfortunately, that brought on another image of him bending over and it did nothing to quench my desire - just the opposite in fact.

Instead I did neither of those things. "Do you want me to help untie you? Or should I use this as a lesson in Force manipulation?"

Something flashed behind his eyes but he said simply, "Help, please."

Blowing out a sigh, I walked over and sat down on my bed, trying desperately to ignore the evidence of his arousal, leaning over to help with untying the knots. Beneath me, he surged upward. I could hear the sound of his ragged breathing as his nose edged open my tunic; I could feel moist air warming me and the flick of a tongue on my skin.

Surprised, I jerked back, frowning down at him. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Seducing you, of course." But he looked unsettled as if my reaction hadn't been the one he'd wanted.

"What did you say?" My voice sounded raw even to me; shock and a dose of healthy lust can do that.

More tentatively, he said again, "Seducing you. I've tried everything else. I thought the direct approach would be blatant enough to work." His body sagging into the bed in defeat, he turned his face away. "Apparently I was wrong."

For a moment, I just sat there, astonished. He expected me to have sex with him. He wanted to have sex with me. The idea was just so insane and unexpected that I couldn't move. Never mind that my fingers were aching to touch him, my mouth watering in anticipation, my skin hot and eager for his caresses. Just the smell of him was driving me crazy with desire.

"You tried before? When was this?" Apparently I was clueless.

His eyes flicked to mine and then away again. Flushing a deeper pink, seemingly embarrassed, he said softly, "First I tried with subtle hints, then touching you every chance I could, then that talk about submission. I thought I was being obvious that I wanted you." Then he whispered so quietly that I had to lean in, "I'd heard rumors about your other partners, how they'd be ecstatic and exhausted in the morning, how you'd tie them up with silken cords and make them beg for more." He closed his eyes, looking miserable. "Sometimes when you had company, I could hear them crying out over and over and I wanted that, too, so I thought.."

His skin was burning under my hand. "So you thought?"

Obi-Wan turned back to me, his mouth flat and stubbornly firm. It was obvious he'd already decided that it couldn't get any worse. "I thought that if I offered myself to you this way, the way you liked it with other lovers, that you would want me, too." A long slow sigh of utter defeat. "Apparently I was wrong."

"Obi-Wan.."

"Master, it's fine. I'll get over my lo. lust and hopefully this incident can be put behind us. I promise I won't bother you again with my stupidity." He lifted his hands as high as the cords would allow. "Now, if you would be so kind, untie these and I'll go back to my room and try not to die of embarrassment."

My brave one. I would not have been so honest with him.

Come to think of it, I had not been so honest as he had been.

And I'd be a damn fool if I didn't accept this - at least once. I ignored the little voice inside my head that told me I'd regret it, that I was insane to even consider it. I shoved the misgivings aside. Later, I'd regret it later.

I didn't say a word, just unclipped my saber and put it down on the floor beside the bed and then began to undo the buckles on my boots. It would not do to have leather scraping that fine soft skin and I find I'm more flexible without them, at least in bed. By the time, my belt followed the boots, Obi-Wan's eyes were wide and he was beginning to see that he may have made the right decision after all.

"Master?" he whispered, suddenly erect again and looking at me with more interest by the moment.

I leaned down, one hand cupping his face, breathing into his mouth, "Qui-Gon. In this bed, I am Qui-Gon."

The smile that lit his face could have powered half of Coruscant. As he surged up, trying to kiss me, his hands were caught and I pushed him down again. "Not yet. Let anticipation lead the way, my Obi-Wan."

He nodded and sagged back into the bed. Watching my every move as I removed the barriers of cloth and Codes, he seemed to gather desire in his slim hips and peaked nipples. The copper curls were a perfect nest for the core of him and his cock was already full and ripe for tasting.

Finally, naked, I stood over him and let my eyes drift to the banquet before me. He was exquisite. And he was mine.

Watching me, I sent Obi-Wan a long slow hungry smile and he blinked at that, clearly unsettled by the change in my demeanor. But he would soon know just how much I wanted this, how much I wanted him.

I sat down next to him, my hands grazed over his flesh, the fine hairs rising up as his skin pebbled. Slowly, slowly, I began to play. Starting at the arch of one foot and then the other, my fingers drew an unhurried dance up the line of muscles and veins and bone, my mouth following, gently tasting, sharply nipping at his skin, leaving a trail of saliva and bite marks that had him shivering. By the time I reached the curve of thigh and hip, his breathing was ragged. His eyes were black with anticipation.

Scraping my beard against the soft skin, my nose buried in his copper curls, I breathed hot moisture over his cock. Another grunt and he surged upward, trying to push himself into my open mouth. I chuckled, raising my head, and then reached up, thumbing the warm fluid pooling at his navel.

Fingers wet with his lust, I smeared them across my lips, flicking my tongue out to taste him. Bitter and so very Obi-Wan.

As he groaned again, I leaned forward, my mouth hovering above him, watching the flesh pulse and leap in time to his heartbeat. A torment in anticipation. Then I swept my tongue across the purpled tip, teasing him, sipping there, gathering more, enjoying the noises he was making. They seemed to go straight to my groin.

But I wasn't ready to let him fall into ecstasy just yet. I wanted to be in him.

I surged upward, snaking along his side, listening to his increasingly desperate pleas as my hand eagerly fisted him, the other raking his skin, up and down with random touches that had him jumping with each gentle press, each sharp sting. Heated flesh that seemed to ache for me.

Then I was there, gazing down at him. Waiting for him.

It didn't take long. My hand was still busy, my thumb grazing over him, drawing out his desire, pulling him closer to the edge with every stroke. His breathing ragged, his mouth eager for me and down, down, I shoved my tongue, his taste, my love into him. He tried to push up but I was covering him, skin to skin and he sank back again, pulling me with him.

The taste of him, the smell, his flesh heating mine was almost overwhelming. Above me, I could hear his hands busy trying to get free and he was making noises in his throat as I curled my fingers and worked him. More liquid, a steady stream and it was if he was trying to jump out of his skin as he surged under my touch.

I whispered into his ear, "Are you ready for me, my Obi-Wan?"

Another groan but I took that as a yes.

I reached down to the floor, pulling out a tube of lubricant, pouring a small pool of it into my hand, warming it. Fingers already wet with his desire dipped into it and then made their way into his body, first one then another and a final third, making him grunt with every sweep of fingertips across his prostate, his breathing unraveling as if he couldn't get enough air, filling the room with his groans. All the while, my other hand was working him, playing him - my hands pulling lust from him and he was so beautiful.

His own hands were frantic, trying desperately to touch, captive in his bonds and his body shivering under my touch. And under it all, I could hear the faintest whisper of 'please, please, please.'

I couldn't wait another moment. Pushing his legs upward, my fingers busy with skin and rapture I found his entrance, slick and hot and waiting for me. And then I was the one soaring on desire. As if I was made for him and he for me. Pushing in and pulling out and in again, focusing on deep-throated groans and my tongue seeking his and the electric snap of desire skittering across overheated skin.

Arching up, he came with a shout, his breath mixing with mine and the warm wetness spread across our bellies and I could smell his pleasure. I wanted to eat him alive. And then I had no air at all. There was the mindless sensation of drowning in desire as climax fired my blood and everything exploded into white ecstasy.

I must have blanked out for a moment. I was still half-drunk with pleasure when I felt his mouth on mine. It was a tentative kiss, almost shy, a sweet, sharing of himself. And then he nosed my hair aside and nuzzled my neck and it felt right somehow, even more than the rabid desire we'd built between us.

It brought me up short and I remembered that I'd somehow lost my mind in the short time since I'd found him waiting for me. The smells, the sounds of desire, the way I'd brought him into climax and all I could think of was that he was tied up, in my bed, that I had to release him and let him find his way back to his room before I begged him to stay with me forever.

Rolling off him, I swallowed my own hunger and reached up and carefully undid the knots. Not looking at him. Not saying anything.

Looking around at everything but Obi-Wan, I saw that my sash had draped itself over one of my boots and lay there, mocking me. Scowling, I grabbed it and handed it to Obi-Wan while keeping my gaze strictly on the floor and then found a tabard to clean myself off. Obi-Wan just sat there. I didn't need to see his face to know he was frowning at me.

Finally he asked, "Is that how it's going to be?" When I didn't answer, he said, "I guess I expected it. Bant told me I was being a fool but I wanted to try."

I sighed, not wanting to say what must be said. "Obi-Wan, it was a mistake. On both of our parts."

"I thought once you realized how I felt, you'd see our making love as more than just a mistake." He stood up, limping slightly and started to gather his clothes. "I guess that was my mistake. What was yours?"

"Giving in," I whispered, the merest sliver of sound, too softly for him to hear.

Then as I shook my head, so that there would be no misunderstanding, I said clearly, "It wasn't making love. It was sex pure and simple."

It was a lie and I knew it. It had been wondrous and incredible and I wanted nothing more than to take him back to bed and ravish him again. Or have him ravish me.

He stood there, clothes in hand, still naked, scowling down at me and said tartly, "I don't believe you."

"What?" I sat there astonished.

"I don't believe you and I think you don't believe you either. I've been a Jedi long enough to know when someone is lying. Who are you lying to? Me or yourself?"

He had straightened up, standing there with arms tight across his chest, his tunic still bundled in one hand. His righteous indignation flushed his skin not with passion but anger.

He was perfect in the lines of sweat, in the way he carried himself, in the passion marks on his body, in all his naked glory. I wanted him more than ever, wanted to kiss away his fury, wanted to turn all that emotion back into ecstasy.

However, there was that death glare he was shooting at me and the fact that I was being a complete fool.

But I also knew it would never work. I wanted him far too much and if I let myself fall back into his arms, I'd never be able to let him go. So, of course, I pulled rank. "Is that any way to talk to a Jedi Master?"

His death glare only sharpened. "No, it's not but I'm talking to Qui-Gon Jinn, the man I just made love with. The one who is being an idiot."

"What?" I was beginning to sound like a broken holo-projection.

"I made an absolute fool out of myself hoping that you'd see past the Padawan to the man under the Jedi robes. And you did - in a spectacular way, I might add. And I was willing to share in your little kinks if it makes you happy. Did it make you happy, Qui-Gon?"

Somehow I couldn't lie to him, not again. My voice was whisper-thin. "Yes."

He stepped closer, staring down at me, his frown so sharp that I hurt just looking at it. His voice was flat and he looked damned intimidating, considering he was still naked. "And we'll have no more of this foolishness about it only being sex."

Where had this man come from, this incredibly, powerful man? He seemed to be in complete control of the situation. And truth be told, I was enjoying his newfound forcefulness far too much. "Obi-Wan.."

Shaking his head, he leaned down, his mouth only a breath away from my own. "And I get to choose the next scenario."

"Obi-Wan.." I couldn't stop saying his name. It felt like rapture to do so.

He took it for a yes. Another brilliant smile, and dropping the clothes in his hands onto the floor, he grabbed my shoulders with an undeniable, inescapable grip. I couldn't move even if I wanted to -which I did not. "Good. Oh, and Qui-Gon, we are keeping the cords. Two can play at that game. I think it's about time you were on the receiving end."

Lifting one hand, the silken cord slithered into his fingers and hung there in his grip. His eyes bore down on mine, taunting and tantalizing and teasing me with promises. And then he gathered my wrists in his hands and wrapped them with cords and pulled tight. "In more ways than one."

Oh, yes.

The end.