/emphasized words/
::thoughts::
*telepathy*

~*~

"A holovid?" Qui-Gon asked, his voice raising slightly in disbelief.

"You're not supposed to laugh," Obi-Wan remonstrated sleepily, stretching cat-like before rolling onto his side and curling up, his head resting on Qui-Gon's chest. "If you do, I'll never answer that question again."

"I'm just surprised, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon responded with a fond smile. "I thought your heart's desire would be something a little more exotic than a holovid."

"Well, that and a chance to watch it with you without some emergency popping up that demanded our immediate attention on the other side of the galaxy." Scooting a little higher on the bed, Obi-Wan rolled over, throwing one arm idly over his lover. "Do you know how long it's been since I had free time?"

"That's the purpose behind our vacation," Qui-Gon said fondly, hand reaching down to brush through the spiky hair on his Padawan's head. "I didn't realize that all I'd have to do was get a couple of holovids to make you happy."

"And cheese," Obi-Wan responded, voice muffled against Qui-Gon's chest. "I like cheese." The head tilted slightly, green eyes sliding up to meet Qui-Gon's. "What about you?"

"Time with you is always my heart's desire--hey!" Swatting at the fingers that had tangled in his hair and tugged sharply, Qui-Gon grimaced. "What was that for?"

"You're already spending the vacation with me, Qui-Gon. I thought the point of this discussion was to decide what we are going to do." The long fingers stopped tugging and started stroking. "Are you just put out because I didn't say I wanted three straight weeks of sex?"

"Should I be?" Qui-Gon retorted, hand drifting back down to resume caressing Obi-Wan's hair.

"I really thought that was a given," Obi-Wan yawned. "I want a holovid. I want cheese. And I want you." Climbing up Qui-Gon's body, Obi-Wan brushed a light kiss against the other man's lips. "I'm going to sleep now, because I have an quantum physics test early tomorrow morning. I expect that you'll have figured out what you want by the time we leave tomorrow afternoon." Sleepy green eyes blinked owlishly at him as Obi-Wan pulled back. "Just remember to bring holovids. And cheese."

Sighing wearily, Qui-Gon couldn't help but smile as his lover squirmed around, pressing his back into Qui-Gon's side as he tangled his legs into far more than his fair share of the blankets.

"Good night, love," Obi-Wan murmured, obviously already half asleep.

Leaning over to brush a kiss against his Padawan's temple, Qui-Gon murmured, "Good night, Obi-Wan." Settling back into the bed, Qui-Gon wrapped his Padawan in a lose embrace, smiling as one warm hand crept up to intertwine fingers loosely with his own. The younger man muttered something softly, shifting so that his face pressed into the crook of Qui-Gon's elbow. A few moments later a soft kiss brushed across the sensitive skin, lips soft and warm.

"Love you," Obi-Wan murmured, nuzzling his face into Qui-Gon's arm with a sleepy mutter that told Qui-Gon that his lover was talking in his sleep.

"And I you," Qui-Gon responded, knowing that it fell on deaf ears but feeling the need to say it anyway as his eyes drifted shut.

~*~

"Are you sure the Council isn't going to contact us?" Obi-Wan asked for the fifth time, snuggling deeper into Qui-Gon's side. "Vacation time is not exactly sacred--remember our last vacation?"

"If you don't stop fretting you're not going to enjoy the holovid," Qui-Gon said seriously. "And in that case, I would have to contact the Council and tell them that my Padawan was blatantly ignoring a Council dictate--that he relax and enjoy himself."

Obi-Wan shot him an exasperated look, reaching up to tug a lock of hair. "I'm serious, Master." Stretching one arm idly above his head, Obi-Wan relaxed back into his Master's arms. "Maybe I'm just too conditioned to action or something. Brainwashed. I keep thinking that there is something I should be doing."

"Relax, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon responded. "Watch the holovid. Eat some cheese. Maybe we can actually sit down and have a conversation later."

Obi-Wan's eyes went wide. "We can still do that? I thought all we could do was save the galaxy and make passionate love--and maybe take a break every once in a while to annoy the Council." A teasing smile formed on the younger man's lips. "Not that I'm complaining," he drawled, green eyes wide with a very convincing look of innocence. "There's nothing I like more than saving thousands of life and celebrating with wine and a side of Jedi Master." Obi-Wan sighed, the mock innocence dropping from his face. "But I rather miss the times when I could sit and just be with you. Talk to you without having to think about missions or the Council or serious things. Just talk."

The slightly wistful tone of his lover's voice touched Qui-Gon. Turning the holovid off with an absent wave of one hand, he tugged Obi-Wan until the smaller man was sprawled across his lap. "Let's talk," he said softly, reaching down to trail a finger across Obi-Wan's cheek. "Like we used to."

"In order to talk like we used to, I'd probably have to detach myself from you." Grinning down at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan shifted so that he was kneeling astride Qui-Gon's hips. "I don't recall sitting like this to talk when I was fifteen."

"Have I ever spoken to you on the merits of change, Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked, hands coming to rest on Obi-Wan's hips.

"I believe you may have mentioned it once or twice," Obi-Wan responded with a smile. "Fine, I'll stay in your lap. I just would like to know how long we're going to last sitting like this before one of us decides that clothing is unnecessary."

"I'm a Jedi Master, my Padawan," Qui-Gon responded seriously. "I have a fair amount of control."

"Uh-huh," Obi-Wan replied, moving his hips forward and shifting languidly against Qui-Gon. "So, what were we going to talk about?"

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon protested, voice a little strangled. The hands on Obi-Wan's narrow hips tightened, holding him in place. "We were going to talk."

"I'm happy talking," Obi-Wan said brightly, the suspicious hardness pressing into Qui-Gon's hip telling an entirely different story. "Let's talk about the Force."

"And what exactly about the Force would you like to discuss, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon was rather proud that he managed to keep his tone even with Obi-Wan's hips pressing into his in a way that totally contradicted the bright-eyed look of innocence his Padawan was wearing.

"I think that the living Force grants Jedi gifts that more than make up for our call to service." One of Obi-Wan's hands drifted behind him, landing on Qui-Gon's knee and rubbing slowly as Obi-Wan cocked his head to one side, regarding Qui-Gon silently and waiting for a response.

Gathering the tattered shreds of his control, Qui-Gon ignored the electricity shooting from every point that Obi-Wan's body connected with his. "I was not aware that we needed compensation, Obi-Wan. The knowledge that we serve the Light is all the reward any Jedi should need." Deciding that a little distraction would do Obi-Wan good, Qui-Gon slid both of his hands down to slowly begin massaging the hard muscles of the younger man's thighs, smiling slightly as Obi-Wan's head fell back a little, breath catching on a tiny gasp of pleasure before the green eyes regarded him solemnly again.

"I do not say that the reward is sought, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan replied, deliberately caressing the syllables of his Master's name as he let them slide from his tongue. Although Qui-Gon had long ago granted Obi-Wan permission to call him by name when they were alone, Obi-Wan seemed to enjoy teasing him with the title of Master, making it almost a caress . . .

. . . and when he /did/ speak Qui-Gon's name . . . sometimes he thought all his Padawan needed to seduce him was the opportunity to say those three syllables.

Qui-Gon blushed when he realized Obi-Wan was staring at him expectantly, a small knowing smile on his lips. Letting his hands slide around to the small of Obi-Wan's back, Qui-Gon regarded Obi-Wan solemnly. "I am intrigued to hear the conclusion of your argument," Qui-Gon said softly.

"Of course, Qui-Gon." Smiling, Obi-Wan let his hips undulate against Qui-Gon's once before continuing. "Although the reward is not sought, I believe that the Force grants it to us regardless. The Force is not a harsh mistress, Master. She rewards those who serve her, even when they do so without expecting reward." A smile and another gyration of those maddening hips accompanied the statement, and despite himself Qui-Gon let out a low growl, leaning forward to kiss the cleft in Obi-Wan's chin, reveling in the sharp intake of breath that was released in a harsh sigh.

"Control, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan responded raggedly, shifting his hips forward again, hands landing on Qui-Gon's shoulders and squeezing as his Master choked on a groan.

"A true master of control," Qui-Gon said, raising his eyes to catch his Padawan's, "knows when it's best to put control aside."

"But I haven't told you what I believe our reward from the Force is yet," Obi-Wan said, voice suddenly husky as he pulled back to stare at Qui-Gon, eyes gone dark emerald with desire. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Obi-Wan let one hand slide down Qui-Gon's chest, fingers brushing a pebbled nipple through the thin shirt.

"Enlighten me," Qui-Gon rasped, burying his face in Obi-Wan's neck and nipping at the sensitive skin.

Strong fingers tangled in his hair, pulling Qui-Gon's face back so that Obi-Wan could look him directly in the eyes. "This is our reward," he breathed, fingers massaging Qui-Gon's skull lightly as Obi-Wan leaned forward to press his forehead against his Master's.

The onslaught of emotions was so sudden that Qui-Gon's breath caught in his throat, releasing on a strangled moan as he was overrun with the sheer force of Obi-Wan's love, reverberating through the Force between them. Qui-Gon's head fell back helplessly, his entire body caught up in the almost visible swirls of the living Force around him, caressing his mind and heart and soul--meeting with his own love that poured from him in response. Gaining in strength, the emotions built, twining around both men and binding them in invisible chains of devotion.

Forcing himself to look at Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon's breath caught again, unable to believe the beauty of the man stretched out before him, back arched and head tilted back as Obi-Wan let Qui-Gon's love sent in return lave his soul, wrapping him in emotional ecstasy. The beloved green eyes drifted open as Obi-Wan forced himself to meet Qui-Gon's eyes, his entire face alight with love and passion.

Qui-Gon's entire body suddenly ached to be in contact with Obi-Wan. Letting out a low growl, he moved.

Obi-Wan's world upended in a sudden surge of muscle, and he found himself flat on his back on the floor, Qui-Gon's mouth rushing down to meet his. Lips parted with an audible moan, Obi-Wan's tongue surging hungrily into Qui-Gon's mouth, meeting and tangling in a slippery dance that left both men gasping for breath.

"So much hunger," Qui-Gon breathed when he pulled back, forehead pressing into Obi-Wan's. Their breath mingled as Obi-Wan leaned up for another kiss, this one softer, lips meshing and parting slowly, Obi-Wan's mouth drawing back to catch Qui-Gon's lower lip between gentle teeth. Qui-Gon breathed out shakily as the younger man's fingers plunged into his hair, cradling his head as Obi-Wan pulled back to brush a gentle kiss against Qui-Gon's parted lips.

"So much love," Obi-Wan corrected. His body surged up against Qui-Gon's, and the older man acquiesced willingly, rolling over and pulling Obi-Wan on top of him. "Love you," Obi-Wan whispered, fingers fanning out on either side of Qui-Gon's face as he curved his hands around the beloved cheeks, both thumbs sneaking out to tease at the slightly puffy lips.

"Love you too," Qui-Gon whispered, lips parting to draw one thumb into the warm mouth, teeth worrying gently as a rough tongue slid against the sensitive pad. Obi-Wan let out a stuttered moan, eyes going dusky green as he stared down at his lover, drawing his thumb back and trailing it across Qui-Gon's lower lip. "I have only one request," Qui-Gon murmured softly, entire body feeling languid as he basked in the love still reverberating back and forth between himself and his lover.

"And what would that be?" Obi-Wan responded, voice throaty as he rested his chin on his Master's chest, one hand still idly caressing the planes of his face, fingers exploring and caressing the arch of Qui-Gon's eyebrow and the curve of his cheek and lips as if they were a work of art. The tenderness of the possessive gesture caught at Qui-Gon, tugging his heart as he whispered the next words.

"That we move this to a slightly less hard surface." Smiling down at his love, Qui-Gon let one hand drift down to trail through the soft hair. "Old bones don't much care for the floor anymore."

"I don't have any problem with the hard surface I'm stretched out on," Obi-Wan commented lazily, shifting his hips languidly against Qui-Gon's as he captured one of his Master's hands and drew it to his lips for a kiss. "I suppose I could consider relocating though, if you promise we can resume this position--and you stop calling your bones old. I can assure you that they are all in working order, more or less." Obi-Wan's teeth nipped softly at Qui-Gon's thumb as he cast his lover a heated look, one of Qui-Gon's fingers disappeared into Obi-Wan's mouth as the younger man teased the captured digit with teeth and tongue.

"Without question," Qui-Gon responded, voice coming out on a low moan. Unable to resist the look on Obi-Wan's face, Qui-Gon freed his finger from the cavern of his lover's mouth and pulled the younger man up his body for another languid kiss, enjoying the passion that was on slow simmer. Tongues met and tangled again, this time slowly as both men fought to prolong the soft crescendo of desire. Their bond opened more fully, another rush of unconditional love flooding back and forth as the kiss begin to become more demanding, Obi-Wan's hands tangling in Qui-Gon's hair as the older man let his hands drift down to Obi-Wan's back, fingers trailing in slow, lazy circles.

It was Obi-Wan who pulled back, tugging his Master to his feet as he backed towards the bedroom, fingers tangled in the others man's tunic as he encouraged Qui-Gon with heated mental images, sending his Master glimpses of both of them entwined in bed, sweat covered bodies sliding against each other as two pairs of lungs lifted in breathless moans of need. The eyelids drooped half-shut as lazy green eyes raked over Qui-Gon, a small, smug smile twisting the corner of Obi-Wan's mouth up.

"I get nervous when you look at me like that," Qui-Gon said softly as Obi-Wan tugged him over the threshold of the bedroom, continuing to shoot enticing and erotic pictures across their bond. Unwilling to continue the slow pace in the face of such relentless teasing, Qui-Gon surged forward, one arm scooping Obi-Wan up as he tumbled them both into the bed.

A few moments of squirming and one Force-assisted push and Qui-Gon found himself on his back again, Obi-Wan stretched out on top of him. "You should be nervous," Obi-Wan commented lazily, leaning down to nip at the line of Qui-Gon's jaw. "I'm hungry for Jedi Master."

"I can't fault your taste," Qui-Gon teased, hands coming up to rub at Obi-Wan's shoulders. Smiling fondly he slid one hand up to cup the back of Obi-Wan's head, fingers playing through the soft hair at the nape of the younger man's neck. "Even if I don't share it."

Obi-Wan smiled as he shifted his mouth lower, lips opening over the slightly rushed pulse. "You have no idea what you're missing," he murmured, teasing kisses continuing until Qui-Gon tilted his head back, neck arched in invitation.

It was an invitation Obi-Wan didn't plan on turning down, attacking the newly exposed skin with the enthusiasm usually reserved for combat. Qui-Gon let out a stuttered groan, hand pressing the warm mouth closer to his skin as he arched up against Obi-Wan in pure need.

Obi-Wan's knees slid to either side of Qui-Gon's hips as he drew himself up into a kneeling position, straddling Qui-Gon's waist. "No clothes," Obi-Wan groaned, fingers already struggling with the buttons on Qui-Gon's shirt, fumbling attempts foiled. "I think I like tunics better--no buttons."

Qui-Gon reached up to help before his lover destroyed his favorite shirt, large fingers surprisingly deft as they made quick work of the long row of buttons.

"Knew Masters were good for something," Obi-Wan muttered, hands trapping Qui-Gon's and leading them back to the bed. Before Qui-Gon could protest, long fingers were parting his shirt, pushing it to the sides and baring the expanse of his chest to ravenous eyes.

"Obi-Wan--" Qui-Gon started, the look of pure hunger in his student's eyes taking his breath away. Before he could find the other end of his thought, coherency was driven from his mind as Obi-Wan swooped down, mouth claming one flat nipple as fingers curled around Qui-Gon's shoulders.

Qui-Gon cried out, trying to arch both hips and chest into the maddening body above him, mind unable to comprehend more than the warm suction and teasing teeth that were wrecking havoc on his nerves. The narrow hips and searing hardness rocked into his hips as Obi-Wan moaned against his skin, fingers of one hand coming down to brush against Qui-Gon's other nipple, feather like touches alternating with firm pressure.

"Mine," Obi-Wan growled softly, eyes lifting to burn into Qui-Gon's skull. Before the older man could hope to form a response the head disappeared again, dipping down to lave at the other nipple as the narrow hips slid farther down his legs, warm mouth creeping slowly in their wake.

Used to a more active role in their lovemaking, Qui-Gon could do little but react as the hot mouth slid across his chest and stomach, long fingers clenching into Qui-Gon's hips as Obi-Wan lifted his head again.

There was a question in his eyes--he was waiting for an answer from the man lying prone before him, posed for action but waiting to know that it was all right. Qui-Gon didn't know what the question was--had no idea what his lover wanted from him . . .

But there was only answer to give--the answer he would always give to a question accompanied by passion in those eyes. "Yes," he moaned, neither knowing nor caring to what he had just granted permission. It didn't seem to matter as Obi-Wan stalked up his body, mouth sinking to his for a long, heated kiss--and here, just for a few moments--Obi-Wan allowed Qui-Gon to respond. Moaned into the older man's throat as Qui-Gon's hand came up to cup the beloved head, tongue driving up into Obi-Wan's mouth as Qui-Gon used all of the skill at his disposal to drag a low, heated sound of need from the mouth of his lover.

"I love you," Obi-Wan whispered after he drew back, caressing Qui-Gon's face lightly before he drifted back down his body and resumed the slow, sensuous kisses to the skin just above the barrier Qui-Gon's pants.

Distracted as he was, Qui-Gon still didn't miss it when Obi-Wan's fingers curled into the waist band of Qui-Gon's pants, coaxing them slowly and carefully down the older man's hips. One hand lifted them tenderly to free the already generous erection and Qui-Gon bit back a moan, barely noticing as his pants were coaxed the rest of the way off of his body.

Looking up at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan smiled. "Moan, Qui-Gon. Don't ever hold it back." Another smile, as Obi-Wan purred. "I love the sound of you."

"Then I'll make as much noise as possible," Qui-Gon responded, voice husky.

"Can I help?" Obi-Wan asked, eyes bright. Before Qui-Gon could respond, Obi-Wan sank down and took Qui-Gon to the root in the hot, welcoming warmth of his mouth.

The sound Qui-Gon made was less a moan than a strangled cry, his hips arching up off the bed as he threw his head back, harsh sounds of need being dragged relentlessly from his lips as his lover swallowed, the tight muscles of Obi-Wan's throat constricting around Qui-Gon's throbbing length and massaging him ruthlessly.

To Qui-Gon it was as if the world was spiraling out of control. Obi-Wan's mouth was on him--tongue gentle and soothing as he brought Qui-Gon carefully to the edge and back again. Long fingers clenched into Qui-Gon's hips, holding him to the bed when he jerked up towards the inviting warmth. He was almost appalled at the desperate sounds of need he was making, low whimpers being torn from his throat by the skillful tongue and lips.

"Obi-Wan--" Drawing his elbows closer to his body, Qui-Gon lifted his upper body on his arms, meeting the deep green eyes over the expanse of his own trembling body. Obi-Wan had lifted his head, the crown of Qui-Gon's weeping erection resting on his lower lip. Those lips curved into a smile, the tip of a pink tongue sneaking out to swipe at the moisture gathering there.

Qui-Gon let out a groan, his head falling back on his neck as his hips pressed upwards, crying out when the heat of Obi-Wan's lips receded. "Please . . ." He didn't even know what he was begging for. Something--anything . . . heat or warmth or even just touch . . .

A rush of love roared across their bond, the living Force flaring to light around him and wrapping him in teasing fingers of ecstasy. Qui-Gon dropped back to the bed with a breathless moan as the heated tongue returned, laving and massaging his crown before the lips slid back over him, sinking to the base of his aching erection.

Qui-Gon cried out, one hand tangling in the blankets as the other clasped the back of that golden head, hips twitching upwards in a desperate attempt to sink even deeper into the willing throat.

Fingers were caressing him--his hips, his inner thighs, sneaking up to tease at the puckered opening as the lips and tongue labored to grant him release.

*I love you,* Qui-Gon heard, and the gentle voice in his mind completely undid him. Thrusting up one final time he exploded--mind, heart, and soul reaching out to meet and merge with the other half of him, the bright, beautiful young man who was swallowing him whole.

Qui-Gon floated down from the dizzying height to find Obi-Wan stretched out on top of him, chin resting on Qui-Gon's chest as those mischievous green eyes watched him with fond amusement.

"Yes, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon finally asked when the silence had gone on too long. Wrapping arms around Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon hauled him up so that their faces were even.

"That was fun," Obi-Wan murmured, leaning down to nuzzle at Qui-Gon's neck. Qui-Gon shifted his face to catch his lover's lips, one hand coming up to cup the back of Obi-Wan's head as his free arm wrapped around Obi-Wan, rolling them over swiftly so that the younger man was trapped underneath.

"It would be more fun if you were wearing less, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon commented as he pulled away. Tugging on Obi-Wan's shirt, Qui-Gon growled. "See why I wear shirts with buttons? That way you don't have to take them off for access."

Obi-Wan laughed, squirming into a sitting position and wriggling out of his shirt. "Admit it, you like watching me squirm out of skin-tight clothing." When the shirt was tossed aside Obi-Wan pounced on Qui-Gon, tugging Qui-Gon's shirt the rest of the way off.

"Stop that," Qui-Gon demanded, swatting at the back of Obi-Wan's head as the younger man started nibbling on Qui-Gon's newly exposed shoulders. "Don't distract me."

"Why not?" Obi-Wan murmured, lips caressing Qui-Gon's collar bone. "What else could possibly be demanding your attention?"
 
Instead of responding, Qui-Gon slid one hand down to cup his lover's erection through his pants, sliding a finger along the length and smiling at the strangled groan.

"Point conceded," Obi-Wan muttered, arching his hips into Qui-Gon's hand. "By all that's holy, Qui-Gon--don't tease . . ."

Qui-Gon rolled them over again, deft fingers undoing the fasteners on Obi-Wan's pants as he brushed kisses across the other man's chest, tickling sensitive nipples with the coarse hair of his beard. Obi-Wan moaned, eyes sliding closed as Qui-Gon's mouth wandered over to one pebbled nipple, catching the sensitive nub between gentle teeth as his hand plunged into Obi-Wan's pants, fingers closing around his lover's straining erection.

With a staggered moan Obi-Wan pushed his hips harder into Qui-Gon's hand, his entire body undulating as his fingers tangled in Qui-Gon's hair, tugging the man up for a searing kiss. Qui-Gon's fingers tightened around Obi-Wan's length as the younger man's tongue drove into his mouth, seeking out his own and drawing it into a rough battle.

Obi-Wan fought the urge to climax right then, the heat of Qui-Gon's mouth on his combined with the fingers stroking him so skillfully driving him ruthlessly towards completion. "Shhhh," Qui-Gon soothed as Obi-Wan struggled to pull away before his control completely failed him. Cupping the younger man's head, Qui-Gon increased the depth of the kiss, taking joy in the muffled whimpers he drew from Obi-Wan.

A few moments later and he withdrew his hand, kissing Obi-Wan one final time before sliding down his lover's body to take the weeping erection as deeply into his throat as he could.

Obi-Wan's slender hips thrust upwards as he let out a rough cry, fingers tangling in Qui-Gon's hair again, holding the older man's head steady. *Qui-Gon?* His mind voice was almost dizzy with passion, his entire body trembling as he fought the urge to thrust up into Qui-Gon's mouth.

*Let go, love,* Qui-Gon responded, fingers tangling in the bedsheets as he urged Obi-Wan with thoughts and touches to let his control slip away. Obi-Wan's hips began to undulate, tiny short thrusts turning slowly deeper as Qui-Gon shifted back slightly to better accommodate his lover's length.

*Love--love you--* With a harsh cry, Obi-Wan exploded, body arching up off the bed as his hand twined almost painfully in Qui-Gon's hair, whimpering groans rolling off his lips as he rode the blinding waves of pleasure.

The fingers in Qui-Gon's hair slowly relaxed as Obi-Wan's body collapsed limply to the bed, his hand tugging languidly on the back of Qui-Gon's head. *C'mere, please,* Obi-Wan murmured.

Chuckling at the sated state of his lover's mind, Qui-Gon crawled slowly up the bed, dropping willingly into the outstretched circle of Obi-Wan's arms. "Thought it would take more than once to wear you out," Qui-Gon said softly, brushing a kiss against Obi-Wan's eyebrow. The younger man tilted his head up, intercepting the lips and drawing Qui-Gon into a heated kiss.

"Not worn out," he muttered, pulling back to brush puffy lips against Qui-Gon's chin before diving in for another kiss, tongue sneaking into Qui-Gon's mouth. When the younger man tasted his own essence mingled with the usual taste of his lover, he let out a groan, kiss quickly turning hungry.

"I can see that," Qui-Gon said breathlessly. "I take it all back. You're insatiable."

"Mmmmhmmmm," Obi-Wan agreed happily, body curling around Qui-Gon's. "Now what were we discussing earlier?"

"Rewards of the Force, I believe," Qui-Gon replied, rolling over languidly and pulling Obi-Wan on top of him. A suspicious hardness against his thigh made Qui-Gon glance down, eyebrows climbing up nearly to his hairline. "Again already, my love? You /are/ insatiable. That's really quite impressive."

"No, not impressive," Obi-Wan replied, squirming up until Qui-Gon's mouth was within kissing distance again. "A reward of the Force."

~*~

Fin