Summary: There are some things that you are never too tired to
do.
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I'll put 'em back, promise
Note: No doubt, some of you have noticed my strange affinity
with fairy tales. Always wanted to write a few stories with
fairy tale titles, now I have two!
One foot in front of the other, that's it. Just keep
going...almost there... Qui-Gon Jinn was nearly staggering
from exhaustion as he made his way down the corridor to his
quarters.
Bad enough that he'd hardly gotten any sleep at all on his last
mission. The people of Puuja had certainly picked a poor time
to decide to work together, blaming the Jedi master and his
Padawan for the difficulties on their planet. Nearly a week of
hiding out before a distress call could be sent had taken its
toll. And then, barely out of the rickety ship that had brought
them back to Coruscant, Yoda had demanded a full account of the
happenings.
Hours later he was finally allowed to go to his quarters. Yoda
had dismissed him with a mixture of fondness and exasperation,
declaring him useless until he'd had some sleep. He hadn't
needed to be told twice.
Finally arriving at his quarters, (and when had the hallways
gotten so much longer, he wondered) he keyed open the door to
be greeted by the sight of his Padawan, curled up on the sofa
in the main room, asleep.
Some of his weariness melted away at the sight. The young man
was still damp from the shower, wearing only thin sleep pants
and an undertunic, and was lying on his side, his knees pulled
up. The lines of tiredness that had creased Obi-Wan's face for
the past week had eased in his slumber.
A wave of love and warmth stirred within him at scene before
him, for the young man who looked so beautiful and at peace.
Something else stirred as well. Sleep wasn't the only thing
he'd been missing the past week.
Well. Not as tired as he'd thought.
Feeling only the slightest twinge of guilt for what he was
about to do, he crossed over to the sofa silently, so as not to
wake its slumbering occupant.
He settled himself on the floor next to it, studied the young
man a moment longer. His hair was damp, the long braid trailed
down his cheek to dangle off his chest. The thin pants were
stretched tight over Obi- Wan's backside by his position,
half-way to a fetal curl. His bare feet were crossed over each
other, as if to ward off a chill.
He turned his attention to those feet, lifting a hand to trail
a finger very lightly down the bottom of one. The toes curled
slight, the foot twitched.
Very lightly, he repeated the gesture. Again, the toes curled
and this time the other foot moved to itch away the tickle. A
moment later they relaxed again.
Abandoning the feet, Qui-Gon moved upward, picking of the damp
braid. He toyed with it for a moment before brushing the end
lightly over Obi- Wan's face. His face scrunched up and Qui-Gon
pulled back, waiting. Again, the younger man relaxed back into
sleep. Qui-Gon lifted the braid again, this time stroking it
under Obi-Wan's nose.
He narrowly avoided getting smacked in the nose himself as one
of Obi- Wan's hands raised and feebly tried to push away the
source of his torment. He made a soft, disgruntled noise and
shifted onto his back, sighing as he sank back down into sleep.
His shirt gaped open at the movement, baring his chest to
Qui-Gon's avid gaze. Time spent under the suns of a few dozen
worlds had gilded Obi-Wan's fair skin and Qui-Gon's eyes drank
in the sight of it. Still holding the long braid, he lightly
dusted the tail over the copper nipples, watched as the tiny
nubs peaked and hardened.
Obi-Wan murmured again, this time in contentment, and something
very warm surged to life and was pressing against the front of
his pants. Dropping the braid, Qui-Gon slid his fingers down
Obi-Wan's chest, barely touching. He lightly stroked the
younger man's belly and Obi-Wan shifted restlessly, still not
waking.
One finger drifted down the curve of the erection that was
visible beneath the thin pants. Faint, barely perceptible
arching of hips at that. Again, and this time the arching was
accompanied by a soft moan. Qui-Gon pulled back, letting his
Padawan settle into sleep again and then, with just the tips of
his fingers, he delicately unfastened the pants, freeing
Obi-Wan's eager erection.
He steadied it between his thumb and forefinger, keeping one
eye warily on Obi-Wan's face as he very lightly licked the tip,
tasting the bitter salt fluid that was pooling there. A murmur,
a shifting of hips but that was all. Qui-Gon leaned in further,
running his tongue up the sensitive underside from root to
crown before swirling it over the velvety head.
A sound of near distress and Obi-Wan's lashes fluttered.
Qui-Gon froze, holding perfectly still until his apprentice
quieted yet again. This time he leaned forward and took
Obi-Wan's cock deeply into his mouth, sucking hard.
Obi-Wan's eyes flew open and he let out a startled shout, his
hands grabbing at Qui-Gon's head roughly in his shock. Qui-Gon
ignored it, ignored the sharp pulling of fingers in his hair.
Instead, he took Obi- Wan deeper, swallowing against the hard
shaft and Obi-Wan cried out again, thrusting upward, digging
his fingers into Qui-Gon's scalp to hold him still as he arched
once, twice and then came with a helpless shudder.
Qui-Gon swallowed quickly, struggling not to choke on the
sudden rush of fluid but refusing to let go of Obi-Wan just
yet. He suckled very gently on the softening member between his
lips, stroking lightly with his tongue until Obi-Wan was
completely clean and only then did he release him. He looked up
at his Padawan and was met by a very sleepy, very warm and very
sated eyes.
A languid hand reached out and caught the front of Qui-Gon's
tunic and he allowed himself to be tugged forward, until
Obi-Wan could kiss him without having to move.
Qui-Gon's lips were met by Obi-Wan's, a soft tongue darting out
to taste himself on his master's lips. The kiss deepened until
they were both stroking the other's mouth with long, lazy
sweeps of the tongue. Qui-Gon pulled back, finally, looking at
his drowsy lover with some amusement. Obi-Wan stifled a yawn
and snuggled closer to his master.
"What was that for?" Obi-Wan asked sleepily. Qui-Gon chuckled
almost silently.
"I just wanted to see what it would take to wake you up," he
whispered against his Padawan's ear. Obi-Wan went still,
fatigue leaving him as he peered up into his master's face. He
pursed his lips, considering.
"Well, as long as I'm up..." and he captured Qui-Gon's lips in
a fierce kiss before pulling him physically onto the sofa,
intent on proving just how awake he was.
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