Title: One Night Out
Author: Tasha (Corellia827@aol.com)
Characters: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon plus female
Category: PWP/implied slash
Setting: Pre-TPM
Rating: R
Summary: Obi-Wan has an evening out and learns something about Qui-Gon
Disclaimer: This is just for fun - please don't sue me.

Obi-Wan pulled on his new high black boots, and then he was finally ready to go out. His master had already left; Obi-Wan had longingly watched him carefully get ready for his own outing. Qui-Gon never invited Obi-Wan to join him on his evenings out, and the younger man had many elaborate fantasies about what his master did on those nights. Qui-Gon hadn't ever brought anyone home with him, and he always seemed restless when he finally returned. Tonight he wished Obi-Wan a good night and strode out the door, his cloak and his hair streaming behind him. His intoxicating musky scent lingered in the room and Obi-Wan breathed it in and sighed.

He wished with all his heart he could tell his master how he felt about him - how he watched surreptitiously when Qui-Gon emerged from the shower, glistening with moisture, smelling fresh and clean. It took Obi-Wan's breath away just to watch Qui-Gon shake the water out of his hair and beard. On Coruscant it wasn't too bad - Obi-Wan had his friends to spend time with, and there were plenty of activities to keep him occupied; but on missions alone with Qui-Gon, he was finding it more and more difficult to control his feelings. The two Jedi usually shared a room, and sometimes a bed; and lying next to Qui-Gon, feeling his warmth, listening to him breathe, made Obi-Wan ache with love and desire. But Qui-Gon's reticence was too much for Obi-Wan to overcome - and he had never given any indication that his feelings for Obi-Wan transcended the usual bond between Master and Padawan.

But if Obi-Wan couldn't tell Qui-Gon how much he wanted him, he told himself over and over, then at least he could find someone else to be with, even for one night. And tonight he finally would.

He met his friends at the aircar station, two other Padawans, who made fun of his tight black tunic and leggings - but the new clothes seemed to catch the interest of a number of people at the club, both male and female. While he stood drinking at the bar, he noticed in particular one young woman who was dancing with her friends. She was pretty and lively, and he watched with interest as she approached the bar. She turned and smiled at him when she noticed him studying her.

Then they were laughing over drinks and dancing - and the next thing he knew they were outside, waiting for an aircar, his hands in her hair and his lips caressing hers, exploring the wet warmth of her mouth with his tongue. The aircar arrived, and they ran in, laughing. Obi-Wan couldn't remember feeling so lighthearted and carefree. He had never brought anyone back to his room before, and the idea made him feel happily reckless.

Laena was very impressed with the Temple and seemed delighted with his flat. He knew he was perfectly safe bringing her there; whenever Qui-Gon went out he always stayed out almost to morning, and then he slept late.

Obi-Wan took out a bottle of Alderaanian brandy and they sat drinking by the large uncovered window in the common room, watching the starships and aircars fly by, the room lit only by a single soft lantern and the stars outside.

Laena set down her glass and leaned toward Obi-Wan, brushing her lips against his. He accepted them willingly and laughed as she began to unfasten his tunic. He sighed as her hands ran over his chest, tickling his nipples, sliding down to his leggings. He trembled with anticipation.

His hand brushed against the softness of her breast, tracing the nipple, moaning as he felt it harden under his touch. She helped him stand up and unlaced his leggings, sliding her hand first outside along the bulge, then inside, her touch promising the release he so desperately needed. She wrapped his long braid around her free hand and pulled his face close to her waiting lips. Her velvety tongue slipped into his mouth, winding around his tongue. Then she released him and slowly, too slowly, moved her mouth down his body, her tongue caressing his neck, his smooth chest, his sensitive nipples, his firm abdomen, until she was on her knees, gently pulling down the tight black leggings to expose his swollen cock, so ready for her.

She sighed with satisfaction at the beautiful sight of his throbbing erection and drew it into her hot mouth so slowly he thought he would die from the pleasure of it. She sucked, then licked, then kissed him, alternating techniques skillfully. His eyes drifted shut and he let himself become lost in the powerful sensations.

His world had narrowed down to her luscious mouth, her soft lips, her sensitive hands: one sliding over his buttocks, one tenderly fingering his balls. He leaned back against the wall, next to the window. He didn't care if anyone was looking in from outside - he didn't even notice the door to Qui-Gon's bedroom sliding open and his master standing in the doorway, wearing his sleep pants and tunic, obviously wondering what was going on. A small noise from Laena made Obi-Wan open his eyes and he froze at the sight of his master in the doorway.

Qui-Gon had an odd look on his face, and then he nodded once and turned to go back into his room, but Obi-Wan sent across their bond, his heart aching, *Stay. Please stay.*

Qui-Gon turned back around slowly, looking questioningly at Obi-Wan, who met his gaze steadily, his hips gently rocking. While Laena continued her ministrations, Qui-Gon leaned against the doorjamb, his arms folded against his chest, his eyes burning into Obi-Wan's. His expression changed from hesitation to determination and desire; his breath quickened.

Obi-Wan could sense the hunger, the longing, the lust that Qui-Gon had been hiding and was now feeling as he watched - and it astounded him. He'd had no idea his master felt anything remotely like that; and hope began to soar in his heart.

Studying his apprentice intently, Qui-Gon slowly untied his tunic, giving Obi-Wan a tempting view of his powerful chest and stomach. Then he leisurely removed the tunic, his eyes never leaving Obi-Wan's, exposing his strong shoulders and arms and the bulge of his erection under his leggings.

Obi-Wan had never felt such ecstasy.

His last shred of composure shattered and his hot seed shot out of him and into Laena's willing mouth. His body shuddered and he almost fell, holding on to her for support. He panted heavily as she licked him dry, her hands squeezing his firm buttocks. He looked up, but Qui-Gon had disappeared, the door to his bedroom shut.

Laena stood up and embraced him, kissing his mouth warmly. He wrapped his arms around her, his tongue slipping into her mouth. The taste of himself in her aroused him again...and he slid his hands down her back, cupping her rear. She moaned, gently undulating her hips to his touch. He pulled back, taking her hand, and led her to his bedroom, glancing quickly at his master's bedroom door. Had he really sensed from Qui-Gon what he thought?

The dawn light shone grey in Obi-Wan's room, waking him up from a restless sleep. Much as he enjoyed Laena's unfamiliar warmth beside him, thoughts of his master had kept him from truly appreciating her. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He turned over and Laena's smiling face greeted him.

"I have to go," she whispered.

He nodded and kissed her, and they dressed, chatting quietly about nothing. He followed her out and walked her down and outside, hailing an aircar. She turned toward him and hugged him, then waved as she flew off.

Obi-Wan walked slowly back inside and up to his rooms. He didn't know what to think. He felt satiated and ravenous, yearning and content at the same time. Laena had been lovely - but the possibility of Qui-Gon wanting him was almost too wonderful to imagine...

The door to the suite slid open, and Obi-Wan took another swallow of the brandy before putting it away. Qui-Gon's bedroom door was still shut. Obi-Wan put the glasses in the sink, relieved himself in the 'fresher and pressed the button to his own bedroom door. As it slid open, he breathed in that familiar musky, manly smell - and Qui-Gon turned to him from where he was looking out the window.

"Well, now you know, Padawan," he said quietly.

For a moment, Obi-Wan stood rooted in place; then he strode over to his master, put his hand on the back of Qui-Gon's neck, and pulled him into a hungry kiss.