Rating: NC-17 <maybe more R, not sure>
Catagory: Um... PWP/Smut fic? Silly?
Pairing: Q/O <of course>
Warnings: m/m sex and just plain strange. <g> Also, I don't use a Beta....all mistakes are purely ... Yoda's!!
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Summary: Come one! Come All! To ....... The Jedi Floorshow!
Disclaimers: I don't own them, just wanted to borrow for a bit. I promise to put them away when I'm done. <g> I make no money, this is fun! Emperor George owns them. All Hail George!
Authors Notes: Thanks to all those on IRC who encourged this madness... <g> You know who you are and I put you in. Also, Thanks to Black Rose for the Comments. They gave me the push to post the puppy. <g> Enjoy :)
It was a beautiful day on Coruscant and madness abounds in the hidden shadows of the bustling City...
As Qui-Gon Jinn sat on the balcony, enjoying the late afternoon sun and a cup of tea, a knock sounded at the door. Rising to open the door, he found a strange young man in an odd looking brown unifrom standing there, smiling at him. He had an insignia on over his left breast that read FedEx and what was a name badge in blue stiching. Tristan.
"Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn?" he asked, brown eyes twinkling with lively mischief.
"Yes? May I help you?" Qui-Gon was puzzled. Who was he? No Padawan braid, not wearing the robes of the Temple either. How had he gotten in without the Jedi being informed that he had a visitor?
"Sorry to disturb you, Sir." He grinned, "I have a delivery for you. Please sign here." He pointed to a spot on the pad, and held out a stylus. Qui-Gon scribbled his signature on the dotted line of the datapad and returned the items to the young man who glanced at it then tucked it under his arm with the stylus sliding into a pocket.
"Thank you, sir. Here you go!" Tristan held out an old fashioned scroll to the Jedi. "Have a nice day sir." The young man grinned and nodded before turning away and sauntering off down the corridor, whistling cheerfully.
Qui-Gon looked at the scroll, curious. If the Jedi had watched, He would have seen the delivery man fading into a sunbeam. Then nothingness, leaving only the faint echoes of sound. He glanced up to see the empty hallway and the boy was gone. Puzzled, Qui-Gon looked back to the roll of paper as he stepped back into his quarters, and closed the door. Returning to his place on the baloney, he resumed his relaxed seat.
What could it be? He carefully examined the scroll. It appeared to be nothing more than a bit of parchment and silk, yet the was a strange Force Signater to the aura around it. It puzzeled him. He Reached out to touch the residual patterns left there, and was even more intrigued. Yet the patterns showed no indication of hostility or deception either subtly or overt.
Finally, Qui-Gon sipped at his tea, then slowly untied the silky ribbon binding gently. As the silk whispered to puddle on the table beside his cup, the paper unrolled itself before him, showing strange words and symbols. It was a letter in what was obviosly another language. He sighed.
"Looks like a night in the Library to decipher this," he said with a rueful grin. The moment the last word left his mouth, there was a tremor in the Force... and he blinked as his eyes refused to focus on the page, or to see the writing. Shaking his head to clear it of the momentary dizziness, he suddenly saw that the words could be read. It was in the comman Trade tounge. This startled him, but what shocked him the most was the message that the letter contained. An Invitation..? He stared at the words and read them over and over. They never changed.
As the words sank into his mind, he began to smile. He and Obi-Wan had discused this little fantasy that Obi-Wan had. This letter contained the perfect opportunity to explore the fantasy in safety. With a smile, he placed the letter on the table beside his cup, carefull to keep the light breeze from taking it. Sliding into a light trance, Qui-Gon Jinn meditated on the letter, the Invitation and the fantasy. He would have to discuss it with Obi-Wan of course. But it sounded intrigueing. There were instructions on how to reply to the invitation at the bottom of the letter. They were unusual, but nothing stranger that he had done in the past on missions before.
Obi-Wan would be returning from his afternoon classes soon. They would have dinner in their quarters and discuss this...Invitation.
***
It was two days before Qui-Gon and a nervous Obi-Wan carefully read the instructions for replying. It was simple enough, really. All they had to do was write the message and date on a second paper, secrue it with the ribban, and recite a single sentance of strange words and place the letter on the table. The Jedi followed these precisely, and the letter vanished instantly in a tiny flash of light, a puff of blue smoke, and a scent that teases their memories elusively.
The next morning, a faint chiming was heard through the chambers. As Obi-Wan awoke and slipped from the bed to follow the sound, dragging on his robe. Blinking in the early light, he saw the faint glow from the table. There in the center was a new scroll. This one bound in red as well. His shout brought Qui-Gon running from the bedroom stark naked and carrying only his lightsaber.
He looked around for the intruder/enemy that had Obi-Wan shouting. He could see no danger, just his young lover standing in the room staring at the table. With a scroll on it.
***
Night on Coruscant was an interesting sight. Lights appearing in shadows that were dark and silent by day. Two amoung many, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon slipped through the changed world to stand before a door with more of the strange writing over it.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Qui-Gon watched the other man with concern and love. "We can go home..."
"No. I want to." Obi-Wan gave the master a shy smile. "I'm just nervous, I guess." Turning his gaze to the metal-bound door in the carved stone archway, he took a deep breathe and lifted the knocker, letting it fall serveal times rapidly.
The door opened yet there was no doorkeeper there. Only a dark hallway and the faint sounds drifting to them. They entered and walked quickly to stand in a second, larger arch of stone. This time they were greeted by light and laughter and music of various kinds bombarding them. They just stood there and stared at the room.
The room was large with a high ceiling, lighting varied from candelas and torches to light-stips and desk lamps. Several floating spheres of light moved arround almost at random. Couches and over-stuffed chairs in groupings for close conversation, thick rugs and cushions covering the floor in perfusion. The whole atmospfere was welcoming and friendly. It allowed for group discussion, yet there was room for private talks. There ere creatures and people of all kinds and species, talking and laughing. There were various groups and others that seemed to wander from one to another to join the conversation for a moment before moving on. The room was huges, yet it seemed to be filled with more beings arriving every moment and others leaving. Not all usuing the scattered doorays. Some just "poofed" out and others walked/flew/crawled. They could catch bits of the conversations as they watched the room and it's occupants.
A wolf-like creature raised its muzzel and calling out to the room in general for information. "Hey! Does anyone know what the newest cranberries cd is called? " And being answered by what appeared to be a large lizzard.
"The Newest Cranberries CD," she called back and as promptly hit with... a large sausage? Obi-Wan watched wide-eyed as the lizard rubbed it's head and glared at the wolf.
"Gee, ya try to help somebody...." it muttered, then Obi-Wan was sure that it was... *grinning!* He shook his head in wonder.
There, a small furred creature on a humanoid woman's shouler, was chanting into her ear. "...fict fict fict fict... all the lovely fict fict..." A rush of air behind them had the men ducking as it passed overhead to land in the middle of the most vocal group they had been watching. A faintly transparent figure clad in black called a greeting to what changed into a large black bird-like creature. The bird responded and turned to look at them. Suddenly the room was silent.
All eyes <or the equivilant> were focused on the Jedi for a moment, then the chatter resumed and the men relaxed. The figure in the black cloak rose and walked through the crowds to stand before them with a pleasent smile and a bow.
"Greeting, Master Jinn, Padawan Kenobi. We have benn looking forward to your arrival. Welcome." She gave a small bow they returned and ushered them into a quieter section of the room. "You are truely welcome here. Many have come to see you both." Showing them to a couch beside a small raised stage, she waved to a server. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan saw two glasses of liquid appear before them with a shimmer of sparkling light.
"Please, gentel-beings, eat, drink and enjoy yourselves." She smiled and would have left had not Qui-Gon reached out to touch her hand.
"Lady," He looked up at the dark eyes that sparkled brightly. "If I may ask.." How to say this... he wondered.
Try opening your mouth. The soft words touched his mind with a hint of laughter, startling him. He looked at the sweet smile and felt a little embarrassed. He saw her eyes soften and her expression soothing.
"You may leave at anytime. There is no obligation. You make stay and enjoy the bounty before you, then leave. We will not harm either of you, or hinder your parting. This is only by your consent alone."
Obi-Wan.
I want to. I am a bit nervous, but... Obi-Wan smiled at his master. "I want to, Qui-Gon," he said softly.
"Then enjoy what we offer, young one. You may begin at any time and leave should you want to." She smiled at them again and returned to where another humanoid young woman sat on a couch and slipped into her arms, eyes meeting with a smile as they cuddled. The crow asked a question and the woman answered with a smile before returning to her companion, the Jedi seemingly forgotten.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan sipped at the liquid and nibbled at the plate of finger-food that appeared before them, tasting the strange food with interest. They sat in silence for a time.
"Obi-Wan-" "Qui-Gon-" They both spoke at the same time, then stopped. Both nervous but only betrayed be a tremmor of the fingers, a quick gulping of the drinks.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Qui-Gon asked, jis eyes serious. At Obi-Wan's nod, he relaxed a little. "Then we can take our time. There is no rush." Beloved.
They watched for a time. Curious at the beings arround them who occassionaly stopped by there table to welcome the men with a smile. The beings were pleasent and cordial and the room filled with a sense of the Force in a very unusual way. It was soothing and encouraging. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan found themselves leaning together in an embrace and snuggling.
Obi-Wan found himself moving closer to his master who in turn wrapped strong arms about him. Holding him with a light and sure touch. A kiss was pressed into his hair. He sent a tendril of thought across their bond. Now?
Now, my love
Qui-Gon nibbled on Obi Wan's earlobe and slowly began to tease him with fingers that roamed everywhere with a delicious skill. Obi-Wan let out a low moan as his master slipped a hand under his tunics and flicked a nipple with a gentle nail. He shifted from the tempting spot on his lover's ear to explore the mouth that gasped his name.
Someone turned on some music. It was low and pulsing and filled with a primal beat that tugged at their senses. Mouths fuseed together, they rose to begin slipping off the multiple layers of fabric and pressing kisses to the revealed flesh as the room faded around them and they pressed together. Skin to skin, heat to heat. The music surrounding them as they filled there senses with each other. Could feel their hearts and bodies moving to the beat as they stepped on the small stage.
Qui-Gon smiled down at Obi-Wan for a moment as they swayed to the music, then he placed a soft kiss on the welcoming lips that opened for him. For a time he allowed his hands to roam the smaller figure and he lovingly plundered the sweet taste of the younger mans mouth. Letting his mouth slip away, he slowly worked his way down Obi-Wan's neck slowly lowering him to the soft carpet and pillows on the stage.
The fabrics were cool and soothing beneath him as they pressed into Obi-Wan's back as his master covered him with his body. Obi-Wan shivvered as Qui-Gon's lips left his ear to move downward. leaving a trial of nips and licks and kisses, Obi-Wan gasped as the wet heat his lovers lips reached his nipples. Teasing first one, then the other as he arched and tangled his hands in the mane of hair that brushed his chest like feelers.
The sounds in the room were slowly fading as the beings focused more of their attention on the couple whe moaned and writhed on the stage. Qui-Gon grinned at the fact that he had an audience and at Obi-Wan's sounds.
Obi-Wan was oblivious to anything other than his master's sure touch and the cushions beneath him. Yet even that sensation faded as strong fingers slid over his belly. He tangled his finges in the mane of blonde/gold tightly. The teasing lips moved down again, this time to stop at his navel.
Qui-Gon darted his tongue into the small crevice, tasting the essence there. He slid a hand under the Padawan's waist to pull the trembling body closer. He applied an intense suction, making Obi-Wan cry out. Qui gon settled himself more firmly between the spreading legs to press the rising cock against his own chest. More suction and a slight wiggle had Obi wan gasping.
It was time to move again. He slid his mouth down the trail of hair to the thatch that surrounded Obi-Wan's desire. Moving his arm, Qui-Gon grinned at the activity in the room. While the Padawan was on fire, he was still aware of the people watching and this made the experience even more intense.
He returned on hand to play with the pointed nipples as the other slid to grasp what was directly before his nose. Obi-Wan shuddered as the strong fingers closed around his now fully hard cock.
"Yeeesss...!" he hissed as the fingers stroked and teased. He could feel the other man's breath flowing over the sensative, heated flesh. He tried to tug on the mane to bring Qui-Gon's head to where he wanted the touch most of all. Opening his eyes, he stared blindly into the shadows above him. "Masterrr.... Pleasssse!"
Qui-Gon shifted away and carefully disengaeged the hands. Only using the lightest touch of the Force, He pressed the younger mans hands to the floor. "In due time, Padawan," he grinned. "All in due time." Qui-Gon flicked a glance at the audience at the focus they held, then turned his attention back. A judicious application of the Force in light, flickering touches over Obi-Wan's body left him trembling.
A second time, he used the Force, and Obi-Wan shuddered as fire licked the taut nipples, fingers teased the tufts of hair at his arrms, and swirled over his body in heat and ice. In licks and subtle caresses, pleasure and heat and love.
This time, when Obi-Wan felt the breath touch the tip of his erection, it was followed by a gentle lick to taste of the liquid beaded there. A moment later, he was engulfed by the moist heat of Qui-Gon's mouth. He bucked, trying to thrust his way in.
Qui-Gon let him and the hard flesh sliding in easily. Sucking hard for a moment, he tasted, then began to bob his head. Taking. Retreating. Again and again until the pressure of his own desire made itself known. He pulled away, then relased Obi-Wan. He was quickly pulled into a hard, deep kiss.
Obi-Wan wrapped his arms tightly around the other man and their tongues danced, fenced and ravaged each other. Obi-Wan was soon on his back once more with his legs wrapped tightly around Qui-Gon's waist.
It only took a moment for Qui-Gon to settle into position. He pulled back to look down into the eyes of his beloved. A quick preperation from the lubricant had Obi-Wan arching. Then he moved. A roll of his hips let Qui-Gon slide in easily. Obi-Wan gasped at the invader, then sighed.
Qui-Gon kept a tight reign on his control although it began to unravel. A slow thrust took him to the hilt. He pulled out slowly, inch by inch until the crown alone remained. He paused, keeping just at that point. He watched as Obi-Wan twisted trying for more. then with a lust and love filled smile, he slammed back into the welcoming sheathe. Obi-Wan ached with a cry. He shifted for balance, bringing them closer to the edge as his hard thighs slid under Obi-Wan. Grasping the smaller man's biceps, he quickly pulled Obi-Wan upright.
With Obi-Wan seated firmly on his lap, they began to move in time to the pounding of their own hearts. It took a moment, but they soon moved as one, reaching for the firey end. Obi-Wan twisted, using his training, upon the aching cock buried inside him.
Qui-Gon lifted his head to capture Obi-Wan's mouth once more, plundering it's sweetness. The embrace grew tighter as the Padawan accellerated his movements. The tension in his body grew tighter, and tighter.
Qui-Gon tried to extend the it, to make it last as long as possible. The sudden grip of the muscles that surrounded him pulsed, demanding his climax. It was the grip that squeezed him and the feel of the milky seed that spurted with enough force to splatter on their faces that finanly made him come. Qui-Gon shuddered as their crys were caught by the others mouth. He could feel his own passion flooding his lover. The tremors continued to rock them both as they struggled to breathe.
As their ragged breathing evened out and Obi-Wan could sit back to stare lovingly into Qui-gons eyes, he saw the white droplets on his master's cheeks. He grinned at the sight, then kissed the other deeply, rocking his hips slowly. He felt his lover's arm tighten their grip and a few lazy last thrusts from the embeded flesh.
Qui-Gon slowly opened his eyes and smiled at the Padawan. He too saw the drops of drying come. He leaned close to catch a drop that lay by Obi-Wan's eye. He tasted it, savored it, and set about reacuing those escaped drops. He loved the taste of his beloved's passion and wanted to savor it all.
He had reached Obi-Wan's chest and was about to go on when a low chuckle and a tender pair of hands stopped him "My turn, now." Qui-Gon looked up and saw the soft smile before his eyes closed once more. The warm wet tongue tuoched him on the temple, then wove a damp tril down his face and neck.Like he had, Obi-Wan paused at the mouth for a lingering kiss before moving on. He moved off Qui-gons lap for better access to the chest.
Qui-Gon sighed, as the touch worked down until it was Obi-Wan with the cock in his mouth. He gave it a loving bath, then slid back into an embrace with his beloved. As his strength returned, Qui-Gon slowly stood, pulling Obi-Wan off the now cool carpet of the stage. Wrapping his robe around themselves, he led the way off the stage and away from the audience. Qui-Gon pulled the younger man in close.
"Time to go, my Padawan." he said softly, with a flickering look back at the people in the room.
"Yes, my Master."
Qui-Gon wrapped his arms around Obi-Wans shoulder as they walked aay into the shadows to dress and return to their quarters in the temple. The touch of another mind left a soft caress of gratitude and wonder, and a simple message sent with a smile.
You will always be welcome here.
~end~
