Rating: NC 17 It started out PG, but that Obi Wan can be damn
persistent when he really wants something.
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Disclaimer: Characters are the property of George Lucas and
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one pays me for it.
Summary: Our boys find themselves on a lovely planet (eerily
resembling the Champlain Valley) with some free time on their
hands. Hmmmm. Wonder what they'll do to occupy themselves?
The door closed behind them and Qui Gon spoke, voice still
showing signs of strain. "I think we have earned an evening
off." Obi Wan readily agreed. This mission had not been
especially pleasant. All sides in the dispute, all four of
them, had been equally wrong and equally trying. But the
combination of Qui Gon's implacable calm and commanding
presence had worked, as it always did. Things were now settled.
"I need a night of not being a Jedi Master." He continued, his
tone lightening. "Care to join me?"
Obi Wan grinned. "I'd love to."
"Good. Let's leave the robes behind for once. Go change. When
you get back we'll leave."
Obi Wan fought the urge to run to his own quarters. 'Night
off? leave the robes?,' Qui Gon was certainly in an odd mood.
But Obi Wan was most definitely not complaining. Arriving, he
hastily pulled off his Jedi robes, rummaging around for a
change of clothes. While rarely wearing them, Jedi usually
traveled with some clothing designed to let them blend in with
the local populace if need be. Finding it at last, he pulled on
a deep blue shirt and pants the same shade. He added a belt, to
which he attached his lightsaber. Glancing in the mirror, he
ran his hand through his hair. 'Not bad,' he thought, heading
for the door.
They entered a darkened room. Music was coming from the far
end. The singing was in a language Obi Wan didn't know, but he
didn't need to. The singer's meaning was clear enough. Tables
dotted the room. The only light seemed to come from the candles
on the tables and in various other places along the walls.
A native approached them. He was humanoid, with skin tinted
slightly orange, his bare scalp reflecting the light from the
candles. "Master Jinn, I did not know you were here," his voice
was warm, excited at seeing Qui Gon.
"Unfortunately, I won't be here much longer. We leave
tomorrow." Placing an arm around Obi Wan's shoulders, he drew
him into the conversation. "This is my apprentice, Obi Wan
Kenobi. Obi Wan, this is Jamal Kurvan, owner of this
establishment and an old friend."
Kurvan greeted him, "You are very fortunate to have Master
Jinn as your teacher." Kurvan looked back at Qui Gon. "He is a
good man, compassionate and wise."
Obi Wan sensed his master's discomfort. Looking up at Qui Gon,
he couldn't resist adding to that discomfort, just a little.
"Yes, he is. And I am thankful every day for his presence in my
life." Obi Wan's tone may have been teasing, but his eyes were
not.
Qui Gon shifted uncomfortably. "A table?"
"Of course, Master Jinn. Would one of the private balconies
do?"
"If there is one available."
"There is now," Kurvan replied, leading them toward a winding
staircase at the back of the room.
Stepping on to the balcony, Obi Wan was captivated by the
view. He moved to the rail and looked out. Mountains, covered
with green, stood behind a long blue lake. Despite the hour,
sunlight still played across the lake. Fluffy clouds, streaked
with grey floated in the pale blue sky.
Qui Gon had joined him. "Beautiful isn't it?"
"Yes," Obi Wan replied. But his eyes were no longer on the
lake. He was studying his master's profile. Qui Gon had dressed
in a white shirt, open slightly at the top, and Obi Wan's eyes
traveled appreciatively across the strong shoulders usually
concealed by brown robes. Tendrils of desire snaked through
him. This time Obi Wan did not shut them down, or even shield
them. To do so tonight seemed wrong somehow. He felt Qui Gon's
approval. No, tonight was definitely not the time for hiding
anything.
"Shall we examine the menu?" Obi Wan looked up at his master
and nodded. Had there been something in Qui Gon's face, his
eyes? Obi Wan shook his head, trying to clear it.
Meal selections were completed just as Kurvan returned. He set
a small glass full of a dark caramel colored beverage in front
of each of them. "I assume he is old enough?"
Qui Gon nodded, his voice oddly sensuous, "He is indeed."
Had there been something there? A second meaning in Qui Gon's
words? He shook his head again. His fantasies were getting out
of hand.
Qui Gon leaned forward. "It's a Correllian drink. It goes down
readily enough, but it's quite strong. Don't overdo it."
"Alcohol?" Obi Wan asked in surprise.
"Yup." Lifting his glass, he tilted it in Obi Wan's direction.
"Here's to a night off."
As Kurvan left with their order, Obi Wan asked Qui Gon how the
two men had met.
"It's a long story. Are you sure you wish to hear it?" Obi Wan
nodded. "Just remember, you asked for it." Qui Gon leaned back
in his chair, stretching out his long legs, drink in hand. "I
was sent here the first time about a year after becoming a
knight...."
Obi Wan watched his master, marveling at seeing him this way.
Qui Gon was almost always calm, but he was rarely relaxed.
Tonight he was open, unguarded. Obi Wan felt his master's
emotions flowing to him as the story continued. On the surface
were the feelings related to the story he was
telling--surprise, fear, amusement. But there was something
else, something deeper, something centered on him. Obi Wan
could not quite make it out, but he was certain it was there.
Their meal arrived and one story flowed into another. Obi Wan
asked questions, chuckled at all the right places, and freely
encouraged his master to tell more. He was learning more of Qui
Gon's early experiences as a Jedi tonight than he ever had
previously.
Far too soon the meal ended.
Stepping out into the street, Qui Gon inhaled deeply, basking
in the warm evening air. Beside him Obi Wan noticed his
master's enjoyment. "It is a nice change. Why is it that we
always seem to be sent to places with the most abominable
climates?"
"That is easily explained, Padawan." He glanced down at Obi
Wan. "The Council hates us."
The comment caught Obi Wan completely by surprise. He burst
out laughing.
Qui Gon found himself joining in. Obi Wan's laugh was
infectious. 'Perhaps I am not too dour for him after all,' Qui
Gon thought to himself. Aloud he said, "Would you care to see
more of this place? No doubt our next assignment will once
again be to someplace abominable."
"So we should take advantage of this opportunity?" Obi Wan
continued. Qui Gon nodded. "Lead the way, Master."
The two walked in companionable silence. They had left the
town behind some time ago and Qui Gon was now leading them into
the surrounding forest. They were moving steadily upward and
Obi Wan wondered how much more time they had before the
daylight gave out. It didn't really matter, not to Obi Wan. He
was too busy enjoying this time with Qui Gon. Qui Gon was
clearly enjoying himself as well. His emotions and thoughts
flowed freely to his apprentice, as Obi Wan's did to him. After
many years together as Master and Padawan, they could use the
force to communicate quite easily, almost unthinkingly. But
this really was unthinkingly. Obi Wan considered what had
caused the change, but was unable to reach any conclusion. Of
greater interest were the fleeting impressions of intense
anticipation, almost anxiety, he was getting from Qui Gon.
Quite unexpectedly the forest opened up and they entered a
clearing. One which provided an even more spectacular view of
the valley than the restaurant balcony had. Obi Wan could see
almost the entire length of the lake. Adding to the view was
the setting of the planet's sun and the rising of its two
moons.
Qui Gon looked down at him. His voice quiet, he asked "Like
it?" Obi Wan smiled up at him. "I thought you might." Qui Gon
reached out for his apprentice. Sitting down, Qui Gon pulled
Obi Wan down in front of him. Then, he wrapped his arms around
his apprentice, drawing the younger man against his chest.
"Shall we watch the sunset, Obi Wan?" he asked, his mouth next
to Obi Wan's ear, his voice barely above a whisper. Obi Wan
didn't answer. He didn't have to.
The view was no doubt beautiful, even breathtaking, but Obi
Wan did not notice. All of his attention was focused on Qui
Gon. His master's physical presence captivated him. Qui Gon
against him, his arms around him, the sound of his breath, his
heartbeat. But even more intoxicating were the feelings flowing
over him. Desire, lust, a deep affection that transcended
anything he had felt from Qui Gon before, all came clearly to
him. And there were images, of him--sleeping, meditating,
laughing, training. Qui Gon's perceptions of him were
unexpected, but not as unexpected as the other images. Images
of them together, of things which had not happened. Qui Gon's
fantasies? of him? Realizing how deeply into his mind Obi Wan
had gotten, Qui Gon sought to pull back, to restore some of the
shields between them.
Don't. The word was accompanied by a dizzying array of
feelings and images. Obi Wan pulled down his remaining shields,
letting Qui Gon see everything. His lust, his fevered
imaginings of the two of them together, were revealed to the
man he craved.
Qui Gon flushed with pleasure and amazement at the emotions
coming from his Padawan. He had half-feared that the feelings
he had been sensing in Obi Wan were nothing more than
hero-worship, the affection of a student for a favored teacher.
But what he was perceiving in Obi Wan's mind now completely
erased those fears. Obi Wan did not worship him. He saw his
flaws, all right, perhaps a little to clearly. And he did not
love Qui Gon despite them, or because of them. He simply
understood them to be as much a part of Qui Gon as his more
heroic qualitites. He was loved, Qui Gon realized, understood
and loved.
Obi Wan turned to face him, Qui Gon. His master's large hands
sought his face, touching him tenderly. Kneeling between his
master's thighs, Obi Wan reached up and loosened Qui Gon's
hair, running his hands through it. Looking into Qui Gon's eyes
Obi Wan saw something he had never thought to see in his
master--need. He brought his mouth to Qui Gon's and was caught
in a maelstorm of unrestrained passion. Qui Gon's lips and
tongue were demanding, even rough. Obi Wan opened his lips to
that tongue, letting his mouth be ravaged. Qui Gon pulled Obi
Wan against him. Obi Wan began to return the kiss, his tongue
sliding into Qui Gon's mouth. He was gentler than his master
had been. He probed and caressed, feeling something in Qui Gon
let go as he did so.
At last the two pulled slightly apart. Obi Wan sat back on his
heels, grinning foolishly. Qui Gon returned the grin. Then he
again pulled Obi Wan to him and lowered him onto the ground.
Obi Wan looked up at the man leaning over him, and reached up
to stroke his cheek. His eyes dancing, Qui Gon leaned down to
kiss him again. This time it was with a tenderness that made
Obi Wan ache.
Qui Gon's lips moved from Obi Wan's mouth to his neck,
nibbling softly beneath his ear. Obi Wan groaned as the kisses
moved lower. Qui Gon's hand moved across Obi Wan's chest. It's
warmth passing through Obi Wan's thin shirt. His master's
callused fingertips brushed a nipple and pleasure shot through
Obi Wan. Qui Gon moved the hand down and began tugging on Obi
Wan's shirt. Pulling it free from his pants, Qui Gon slid his
hand under the shirt and up over Obi Wan's chest, touching it
as a lover for the first time. Long fingers slid over smooth
skin, savoring the feel of the muscle underneath. As his
fingers returned to Obi Wan's nipple, he moved his mouth back
to Obi Wan's.
Breaking the kiss, Obi Wan struggled to sit up. As Qui Gon
leaned back, letting him up, Obi Wan yanked the shirt over his
head. Qui Gon began running a hand up his back and Obi Wan
turned slightly to face him. Leaning forward, he reinitiated
the interrupted kiss. Qui Gon lay back and Obi Wan followed,
lying across him. Qui Gon's hands moved over him, seeking,
exploring.
Obi Wan sat up, wanting bare skin beneath his own hands. He
opened Qui Gon's shirt, running his hands across Qui Gon's
chest. He pushed the shirt aside, exposing a nipple. He leaned
forward and flicked it with his tongue. Sensing Qui Gon's
pleasure, he sucked the nipple into his mouth. Qui Gon groaned,
his hands cupping Obi Wan's head. Obi Wan sought the other
nipple with his fingers, moving around it but not touching it
directly. Then brushing it with a touch so light it almost
wasn't there. Again with a slightly firmer touch, then again.
He moved his mouth to the other side of Qui Gon's chest and Qui
Gon arched toward it, head back, eyes shut.
Moving slightly to the side, Obi Wan slid a hand down his
master's abdomen, to his straining erection. Qui Gon gasped at
the contact. Releasing Qui Gon's nipple, Obi Wan followed his
hand with his mouth. Reaching his master's cock, he pressed the
side of his face against it, then turned his head, nuzzling.
Qui Gon sat up, reaching for him. He pulled Obi Wan into
another kiss, this one as unrestrained as the first one had
been. Obi Wan responded in kind. He matched Qui Gon demand for
demand. Open yourself to me, his tongue seemed to say, moving
purposefully within his master' s mouth. Qui Gon again lowered
them to the ground, still kissing furiously. Qui Gon's hand
moved between them, unfastening Obi Wan's pants. Obi Wan kicked
off his boots and Qui Gon moved to remove his pants. Goal
accomplished, he sat back to admire the young man before him.
The moment didn't last. Obi Wan was up, hands and mouth seeking
Qui Gon.
Obi Wan moved to divest his master of his remaining clothes.
Then he reached for Qui Gon's cock, stroking it slowly,
enjoying the feel of it in his hand. He lay back, pulling Qui
Gon over him. He kissed Qui Gon slowly, sensuously, reveling in
the feel of skin on skin, of Qui Gon's weight pressing him into
the ground. I want you.
Qui Gon silently cursed himself. Some seduction this was.
Reluctantly withdrawing from Obi Wan's lips, he whispered, "I'm
sorry, Obi Wan, no lubricant." He raised his fingers to Obi
Wan's lips, silencing the protest he knew was coming. "It'll
give us something to look forward to."
Obi Wan looked into Qui Gon's eyes, silently acquiescing. Then
he grinned mischievously and flipped Qui Gon onto his back.
Kneeling between Qui Gon's legs, he again grasped his master's
erection. His moved his hands slowly, learning the feel of the
flesh they held. He felt Qui Gon's pleasure at the contact.
Just as he sensed Qui Gon becoming restless, starting to want
more, he leaned forward and ran his tongue around the head.
Taking the head into his mouth, he sucked softly. Moving his
mouth over just the head, he increased the strength of his
sucking slightly with each stroke. Obi Wan's awareness of his
master's pleasure was acute. He sensed Qui Gon's approaching
orgasm and changed tactics, prolonging his master's pleasure.
He released the head and moved downward. He gently cupped Qui
Gon's testicles in his hand, Then leaning forward he took one
into his mouth. He sucked gently, very gently. Qui Gon
whimpered. Obi Wan moved to the other testicle, repeating his
actions.
He began kissing his way up the back of his master's cock,
sucking in small pieces of skin. When he reached the back of
the head, Obi Wan felt his master's entire body jerk in
response. "Obi Wan, please, Obi Wan."
Lifting his head, Obi Wan looked at the man in front of him.
Qui Gon's hair spread out around him, some strands straying
across his face. His eyes were closed. His face flushed with
pleasure. How many times had he imagined seeing Qui Gon like
this? Naked, aroused, calling out his name? Obi Wan's own
arousal was so acute he was not certain how much longer he
could maintain control. He wanted to lose himself in this man,
in the pleasure coursing between them. "Look, Qui Gon." Qui Gon
opened his eyes and looked at the young man kneeling between
his legs. Obi Wan's eyes held his for a long moment, then he
leaned forward once more.
Obi Wan swiftly engulfed as much of his master's cock as he
could. One hand wrapped around the base, he began to move hand
and mouth together. No longer seeking to excite Qui Gon, but to
give him release, he used his perceptions of Qui Gon's feelings
to guide him. He sought to give Qui Gon the exact stroke he
needed, an instant before he needed it. He pushed them both,
lost in the feel of Qui Gon in his mouth and Qui Gon's feelings
flowing into him.
Qui Gon's hands were on his head and his hips moved in time to
Obi Wan's strokes. Then he was coming, filling Obi Wan's mouth.
Obi Wan came with him. He clung to his master's cock, not
releasing it until the last tremor of pleasure had faded from
Qui Gon's body.
Qui Gon reached for him, drawing him into a tight embrace. How
long they lie like that Obi Wan was uncertain, but eventually
they were both rather rudely reminded that they were out of
doors.
Obi Wan reached up and slapped the insect that had just bitten
him. In doing so he broke out of Qui Gon's embrace. "Time for
clothes," he observed.
Qui Gon said nothing. He simply handed Obi Wan his pants, then
reached for his own clothing. He was grinning, from ear to ear.
Watching his master as he pulled on his clothes, realization
dawned on Obi Wan. "You planned this."
"Obviously not very well, considering I forgot crucial
supplies." Qui Gon replied, still grinning.
He sat on the ground, watching Qui Gon dress. He was uncertain
how to take this. If only Qui Gon would lose that infernal
grin...
"Sorry about the grin. I just can't seem to stop." Qui Gon
tried to straighten the corners of his mouth, but they curled
up again. He repeated the effort, to no avail. It was becoming
embarassing, a Jedi Master who couldn't control his own mouth.
Obi Wan was now struggling not to laugh.
Dressing complete, Qui Gon sat next to him. "I really am sorry
about the grin. It's just, well, I'm happy."
Obi Wan looked at him. "Me too." He studied his master, eyes
narrowing, "Now tell me how long you've been planning this
seduction."
"Seduction?"
"Yes, when one person induces another to commit carnal acts.
Seduction,"
Qui Gon shrugged. "Not all that long, really."
"Hmmmph. You seemed to have too many fantasies for 'not
long'."
"As I recall I was not the only one with fantasies. And yours
were far more inventive."
Obi Wan flushed.
Qui Gon raised his hand and ran the end of Obi Wan's padawan
braid through his fingers. "The truth is that I wanted to tell
you how I felt for awhile now. The time just never seemed
right. When I learned we were coming here, I remembered this
place. It seemed perfect."
"That's why you pushed so hard during the negotiations. So you
could find a little quiet time to seduce me."
Qui Gon grinned, again. "Guilty as charged."
Obi Wan laughed. Putting his hands around Qui Gon's neck, he
kissed him briefly. "What am I going to do with you?"
"I'm sure you'll think of something."
I already have. He kissed Qui Gon deeply, then stood.
"But I'd rather do it inside, with all crucial supplies
present."
Qui Gon rose and took his Padawan's hand as they left the
clearing.
Obi Wan shook his head, "I should have known you were up to
something--a night off, forget the robes, and alcohol no less."
Qui Gon laughed. "Really, I ask you, is that any way for a Jedi
Master to behave. Plying his padawan with mind-altering
substances, taking him to a beautiful, secluded place..." Qui
Gon just laughed harder.
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