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"Ugh." Thump. Thump.
~Huh?~ Qui-Gon looked up from his seat on the couch to discover
the source of the sound that had interrupted his reading.
Obi-Wan was sitting at the table with papers strewn around him
and softly banging his forehead on the table. ~Well, that
explained the thumping but not the "Ugh".~
Moving quickly to stop Obi-Wan from hitting his head again,
Qui-Gon reached out to grasp Obi-Wan's shoulder just as it
started to fall forward again. Qui-Gon pulled the chair with
Obi-Wan in it and knelt in front of him still holding his
shoulder.
"Obi-Wan. What is it?"
"I'm gonna drop this course. There is no way I can complete
this assignment."
"What?! Obi-Wan, you have never quit anything in your life. In
fact, you usually have a great determination to finish things.
What is this assignment? Maybe I can help."
Obi-Wan blushed slightly, which caused Qui-Gon no small amount
of wonder. ~What in the Force is this?~
"Well, you know I'm taking a creative writing class, right?"
"Yes. I thought you enjoyed writing?"
"Usually," Obi-Wan said looking away from Qui-Gon.
"Then, what is it?"
Obi-Wan shot quickly up from his chair and began pacing.
Qui-Gon was so startled at this unexpected outburst he stayed
kneeling on the floor. He swiftly gathered himself and went
back to his seat on the couch that he had abandoned and just
watched Obi-Wan pace back and forth. Knowing his apprentice
would talk when he was ready Qui-Gon sent reassurance along
their bond.
Finally, Obi-Wan began to talk though he hadn't stopped his
pacing. "It's Master Yan Ushka's latest. I have to write a PWP
of slash with myself as one of the characters and I have no
idea what to do. There is *no* way I can write this, so I
thought it best to dropped it instead of embarrassing myself
and through me then you."
"Ok. Let's start at the beginning. What's a PWP?"
"plotwhatplot," the young man mumbled.
"Excuse me? Padawan, you need to speak slower and more
clearly."
Obi-Wan heaved a sigh. "PWP is plot-what-plot."
"Hmm. And what exactly is a 'plot-what-plot'?"
"It's a fiction story that is basically just sex with no signs
of a plot in sight."
"I see. And slash?"
"Slash is the common term for stories that have members of the
same sex involved in a romantic or sexual relationship."
"I still don't see the reason for you needing to give up. You
have a talent for writing, even Master Yoda enjoys the
unofficial reports that *we* file but that you have written.
Also, I know you have no problem with the thought of same sex
relationships. So what is it?"
Obi-Wan finally stopped pacing to stand by the window. Not
looking at Qui-Gon he softly said, "It's the sex part. I have
no experience."
"No experience with someone of the same sex?"
The reply was so soft that Qui-Gon almost missed it. "At all."
Silence fell, as Qui-Gon attempted to absorb the full meaning
of Obi-Wan's answer.
"How can that be? Padawan, you're 23 years old and I know there
has been plenty of opportunities."
Turning to look at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan let drop the other shoe. "I
wanted my first time to be with the one I had given my heart to
and since that seemed impossible I never tried with anyone
else. If I had I would have been cheating three people. Myself,
the one I was with and the one who holds my heart in his
hands."
Qui-Gon decided that it was a good thing he was already sitting
because if he'd been standing when Obi-Wan spoke he didn't
think it would have been for much longer. Staring into
Obi-Wan's eyes and seeing the fear warring with the hope he
felt his own hope grow. But, he needed to be sure.
"*His* hands?"
Obi-Wan gasped at the desire he saw in Qui-Gon's eyes and he
let a smile brighten his face. Walking over to where Qui-Gon
sat, Obi-Wan knelt before him and took Qui-Gon's hands and
placed them over his heart. "Yes, Master. *His* hands."
Qui-Gon gently freed one of his hands and brought it up to cup
Obi-Wan face. Obi-Wan leaned into his touch and closed his eyes
with a sigh. Qui-Gon leaned down and just barely caressed
Obi-Wan's lips with his own. Going back for another taste he
let his tongue to sweep the lips below his. Obi-Wan opened his
lips with a sigh that Qui-Gon swallowed. As their tongues
danced around each other hands were busy roaming and removing
tunics, belts, and whatever else that obstructed the desire to
touch bare skin.
Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan up to sit on the couch and quickly took
his place on the floor. Before Obi-Wan had the chance to
protest the abandonment of his mouth, Qui-Gon had his leggings
open and his cock in his mouth. "Qui-Gon!
Yes…more…please…don't stop…don't
stop…"
Qui-Gon just hummed his reply which caused Obi-Wan to moan and
thrust up into the wet heat of Qui-Gon's mouth. Reaching up his
right hand, Qui-Gon placed it next to Obi-Wan's mouth and told
him to lick. Once his hand was wet, the Jedi Master brought his
hand down to stroke himself.
Qui-Gon relaxed his hold on Obi-Wan's hips and let his mouth to
open even more. Obi-Wan took that as his signal and began
thrusting in earnest enjoying the freedom to make love to the
mouth that he had fantasized about. Tangling his hands in
Qui-Gon's hair he started to pant and whisper his love. Soon it
wasn't a whisper anymore and "Yes…yes…love
you…love you…love you…" filled the air.
Qui-Gon wet a finger from his left hand in his mouth then
brought it around to Obi-Wan's opening. Just swirling it around
he waited until he felt Obi-Wan's orgasm start then pushed it
in. Obi-Wan came screaming Qui-Gon's name. Qui-Gon thought he
had never seen a more beautiful sight as his Obi-Wan in ecstasy
and with two more strokes came. Holding his love as the young
man slowly returned from soaring, he gently stroked Obi-Wan's
hair.
Obi-Wan turned to his master and sleepily muttered, "Love you,
Qui."
"Let's go to bed, love."
"What about you?"
Qui-Gon placed Obi-Wan's hand on groin and feel the softness
and the wetness.
"Oh," Obi-Wan said, fast losing the battle for sleep.
Qui-Gon lifted Obi-Wan into his arms and carried him into
Qui-Gon's room and placed him on the bed. ~Our bed now.~
Before giving in to sleep himself, the older man had a few more
things to do. Quickly, he pulled off the rest of his clothes
and cleaned up. With a smile on his face he sent one message
off before joining his love in the bed and in sleep. Curled up
behind Obi-Wan in his arms Qui-Gon slept the sleep of the
sated.
Walking into her rooms Master Yan Ushka stopped in her tracks
as she took in the bouquet of flowers on the table. Turning to
her lifemate, who was sitting on the couch, she raised an
eyebrow in question.
"Not me. Do you have an admirer that I need to worry about?"
Healer Jenna asked.
Shaking her head Yan Ushka walked over to the flowers and
plucked out the card that was attached to the vase. Reading it
caused a sly smile to grace her face.
"Well?"
Turning to Jenna, Yan Ushka handed her the card and said with
the smile broadening, "It worked."
Jenna read the card aloud with a grin of her own blossoming, "
'Thank you Master Yan Ushka. I always knew your creative
writing assignments were good, but this was the best and you
have my undying gratitude. Qui-Gon Jinn'. So, are you going to
let Obi-Wan off the hook with this trumped up assignment?"
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