A Chaos of Desire
by Padawan's Pet

Rating:  NC-17

Category:  PWP, First time, Sequel

Spoilers:  None

Archive:  MA, any others please ask

Disclaimer:  *sigh*  Still not mine, these boys
belong to Mr. Lucas

Feedback:  Sure! padawan64@mindspring.com

Notes:  OK, some of you wanted to see a sequel
to Pillow Talk, and this one starts with Qui-Gon's
POV and goes from there.  Hope you like it!

Special thanks to my wonderful beta, Wolfsbride,
for all her assistance and patience with me.  :o)


*****


Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn made his way slowly
down the long hallway to the quarters he shared
with his Padawan.  It had been a long and tiring
Council meeting and he felt quite relieved to be
returning to his rooms.  As he entered their shared
quarters, he heard a soft, desperate moan of intense
longing and insistent lust coming from inside the
adjoining room. He stopped, and listened more
intently.  Again, a deep, almost pleading moan,
followed by a long, trembling sigh.

Could his Padawan be sharing his bed with another?

He thought about leaving, wishing to spare Obi-Wan
any embarrassment at being discovered with a lover.  
But he could only distinguish one voice, one person's
passionate moan coming from inside the rooms beyond.

Was his Padawan alone, and dreaming of a lover's
touch upon his body?  

Then it hit him.  A strong wave of lust and need
washed over him through the bond he shared
with Obi-Wan, the intensity of it causing him to
feel light-headed, and he wavered in his stance.  
His heart began to pound rapidly; he began to
imagine that it was he who lay with his Padawan,
their bodies entwined in a lover's embrace.  

He closed his eyes and savored the image that
played out in his mind.  Yes, he had longed for
his Padawan.  He had found himself dreaming
of Obi-Wan, night after night, dreaming of the
delicious sensation of his Padawan lying beneath
him, overwhelmed with passion and need,
begging him to take him, to claim him as his
lover forever.  He would awaken during the
night, alone in his bed, his belly and chest
bathed in the warm, sticky fluid of his own hot
release.

But he dared not reveal his feelings to Obi-Wan.  
No.  He kept his longings and desires bottled
up inside, hidden behind carefully erected shields.  

As he made his way towards his own bedroom,
his ears caught a different sound.  A single word,
spoken with such longing and desperation that it
sent a fire of lust straight to his groin.  

The spoken word was unmistakable.

"Master...."

He felt as if his heart had stopped.  

Trembling, Qui-Gon slipped quietly inside his
bedroom.

The room was dark except for the remaining glow
that lingered from the fading Coruscant sunset, the
soft light from the window playfully outlining the
beautiful sight that lay before him.  Obi-Wan was
lying in his Master's bed, moaning and writhing,
his Master's pillow pressed against him as he
arched and thrust into the smooth, cool cotton
fabric.  His legs were wrapped around the bottom
of the pillow, his hips moving rhythmically in delicate,
sensual circles.

Qui-Gon's breath hitched in his throat, and he
found himself unable to move as he witnessed
the erotically beautiful image of his Padawan,
lying in *his* bed; one hand clutching the downy
cotton of the pillow, the other one beneath, moving
steadily in an urgent, stroking motion. With every
stroke, with every movement of Obi-Wan's body,
Qui-Gon found himself growing hard, his erection
pressing insistently against the fabric of his leggings,
the engorged flesh throbbing and aching for release.
He watched with increasing desire and lust as his
Padawan thrashed about, his body arching off the
sheets, trembling with the need to be touched, to
be loved.  

To be taken.

Remaining as still as he could possibly manage,
Qui-Gon stood in the shadowy corner of the
room, watching the beautiful expression of
passion and lust that enhanced the exquisite
features of his Padawan's face.  Obi-Wan's
eyes were closed, concealing the beautiful
crystal blue eyes that Qui-Gon so loved, the
delicate lashes fluttering against his cheeks
as he was lost in his own fantasy of lust and
desire.  

Obi-Wan's beautiful, sensual lips were parted
slightly, his breath coming in short gasps as he
appeared to be drawing nearer to the edge of
his passion, the movement of his arm beneath
the pillow increasing in speed.

"Master, yes....ohhhhhhh please, take me...."

These words sent a fiery lust raging through
Qui-Gon, and he found himself trembling with
need and the desire to reach out and touch the
silky smooth flesh of his Padawan's beautiful
form, to take him and claim him as his own.
He watched hungrily as Obi-Wan's hips began
to buck wildly, signaling his impending orgasm,
his hand moving faster and faster beneath the
pillow as he cried out into the stillness of the
room.

"Ohhh, Master, yes.....yesssssss!"

Arching his head back, his eyes still tightly shut,
Obi-Wan's lower body spasmed violently, hips
lifting off the sheets and grinding into the pillow
that he held against his body.  He came hard,
shouting his ecstasy into the still, quiet room as
he pumped his release into the soft, cool cotton
of his Master's pillow.  Gasping for breath from
his exertions, Obi-Wan relaxed against the mattress,
his eyes still closed, his body still trembling from
the intensity of his orgasm.

Standing quietly in the shadows, Qui-Gon leaned
against the wall gasping for breath, his own chest
heaving as he found himself in a maddened state
of arousal and lust.

The silky sound of Obi-Wan's whisper filled
the room.

"...Master..."

The single, spoken word was whispered with
such exquisite longing, such immeasurable desire,
that the Jedi Master felt as if he would simply
explode if he was not able to touch his Padawan,
to feel the delicious sensation of Obi-Wan's flesh
against his own hand.  How he hungered to glide
his fingers along every curve, every line of his
Padawan's beautiful form.

Finding the strength to move again, Qui-Gon
made his way stealthily across the floor, trying
desperately to slow his breathing back its normal,
quiet rhythm in order to hide his presence.  As he
drew nearer to the bed, he could hear his Padawan's
labored breathing slowly returning to normal.  His
eyes traced every line of Obi-Wan's body -  the
strong, well-formed calves, the tight, muscular thighs,
still wrapped firmly around the pillow, the strong arms
that held the pillow against Obi-Wan's body, the fingers
of his hands affectionately stroking the downy fabric
of the pillow, as if stroking imaginary strands of long,
silvery-brown hair.  

Then, standing before the bed, Qui-Gon's hungry
gaze fell upon the exquisite features of his beloved
Padawan's face.  Obi-Wan's eyes were still closed,
his lips still slightly parted, his face flushed with the
satiated glow of his found release. Tiny beads of
perspiration glistened along his forehead, subtle
evidence of his spent passion.

Trembling with anticipation and desire, Qui-Gon
leaned down over his Padawan's beautiful face,
the silky strands of his hair falling forward, delicately
brushing Obi-Wan's cheeks as he pressed his lips
lightly against his Padawan's full, sensuous mouth.
Obi-Wan's eyes flew open, and he met the deep
blue gaze of his Master, the indigo eyes darkened
with lust, and he let out a muffled cry of surprise
and delight.  Qui-Gon felt Obi-Wan's lips beginning
to press firmly against his own, returning the kiss,
and he felt his Padawan's mouth open in a silent
offering.  Slipping his tongue gingerly inside, he
began to explore the silky depths of Obi-Wan's
mouth.  Their tongues met, entwined, and their soft
moans of pleasure rumbled into each other's mouth,
as they kissed hungrily, devouring one another with
a frenzied passion.

Obi-Wan reached up and entwined his fingers in
the soft, silver-brown strands of his Master's hair,
relishing the sensation of his Master's silky tresses
against his hands, a feeling he had desperately longed
for each time he found himself watching his Master
from afar, admiring his rugged, sensual beauty.
Qui-Gon reached down and wrapped his fingers
around his Padawan's slender braid, pulling it gently
upwards, urging Obi-Wan even closer.  How many
times had he stood at his Padawan's bedside in the
pre-dawn hours, watching him as he lay peacefully
in a deep slumber, yearning to reach down and wrap
his fingers around that braided lock, to bring his
Padawan in close for a kiss, finally savoring the
taste of those soft, luscious lips.

Reaching down with his other hand, Qui-Gon
moved the pillow from against his Padawan's
body.

The rush of cool air against Obi-Wan's heated
skin caused him to gasp into his Master's mouth
as he felt his flesh tingle with the sensation.  He
shifted, and wrapped his legs around his Qui-Gon's
hips, savoring the contrast of his naked, sensitized
flesh against the rough fabric of his Master's clothing.  
He began to move his hips gently, in slow, delicate
circles, soft moans coming from deep within his
throat.  Finally Qui-Gon broke the kiss, and Obi-
Wan's head fell back against the bed.  Panting, he
gazed up at the object of his longing and desire.

"Master..."

"Padawan....I never knew...."

Before Qui-Gon could finish, Obi-Wan reached
up and wrapped his arms around his Master's
neck, pulling him down towards him.  He began
to rain soft, delicate, tender kisses along his Master's
face, then moved down to nip at his chin, the soft
beard tickling his lips as they brushed lightly along
his Master's jaw line.  Then he moved to whisper in
Qui-Gon's ear, sucking and nipping the soft flesh of
his earlobe.

"Master, I want you....take me....please..."

With a growl, Qui-Gon pushed Obi-Wan back
from him, letting him fall against the bed, and he
began to remove his clothing, his gaze locked on
his Padawan's lust-filled eyes.  Obi-Wan saw a
look of feral lust in the indigo depths of his Master's
eyes; the usual look of serenity was replaced by
one of untamed desire, one that he had never
seen before.  Watching with growing need and
anticipation as his Master undressed before him,
Obi-Wan wanted desperately to feel the sensation
of his Master's strong body pressed against his
own.

Finally Qui-Gon stood naked before him, and
Obi-Wan eyes moved appreciatively over his
Master's beautiful, well-muscled form, feeling
his arousal spiking further.

"Master, please...I am yours....."

The Jedi Master reached down and scooped
up his Padawan in his arms, kissing him
passionately, hearing soft moans and whimpers
coming from deep within his throat.  As they
kissed hungrily, Qui-Gon sat down on the bed,
and he shifted his Padawan so that he faced him,
wrapping Obi-Wan's legs around his waist.  
Breaking the kiss, Obi-Wan gasped as the
sensitive skin of his erection touched that of his
Master's hardened phallus. Arching his head back,
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and cried out his pleasure
as he slowly thrust back and forth, savoring the
delicious sensation of his own needy flesh sliding
along his Master's erection.      

Leaning forward, Qui-Gon began to kiss his Padawan's
exposed throat, sucking and nipping the tender flesh,
feeling the vibration of Obi-Wan's moans against his
lips.  He could feel the movement of his Padawan's
hips increasing in speed, his breath coming in short
gasps as he drew nearer to his climax.

Qui-Gon did not want it to end this way; he longed
to taste his Padawan's essence, to drink of him, body
and soul. Lifting Obi-Wan from his lap, ignoring his
cries of protests, Qui-Gon lay him down on his back,
his eyes feasting upon the gorgeous sight of his Padawan
lying before him in a torrid state of lust and desire.  

Obi-Wan was arching and writhing on the bed, his
fists clenching the bedlinens, his head thrashing from
side to side, pleading and begging for his Master's
touch.

"Need you...need you now, Master....please.."

Lowering his head over his his Padawan's straining
erection, he slid his lips over the engorged tip, his
tongue eagerly lapping at the pearlescent fluid that
had formed there. Then he engulfed Obi-Wan's
erection completely, devouring it in one quick,
smooth motion.

Screaming out his pleasure, Obi-Wan thrust wildly
into his Master's willing mouth.

"Yes, Master! Yes, Master! Yessssssss!"

Reaching under Obi-Wan's hips, Qui-Gon squeezed
the tightly muscled flesh of his buttocks, urging the
movement of his Padawan's hips faster, sucking and
laving his erection to bring him to his release.  He
looked up into Obi-Wan's eyes, watching his expression
of pleasure and ecstasy, waiting for the moment when
his passion would send him tumbling over the edge into
orgasm.  

"MASTER!!!!"

His hips bucking wildly, Obi-Wan cried out as he
found release, spilling his seed into his Master's
mouth, feeling his Master swallowing it hungrily,
milking him of his essence, devouring him, body
and soul.

Releasing his Padawan, Qui-Gon stood for a moment,
taking in the gorgeous image of Obi-Wan lying before
him, his beautiful crystal blue eyes gazing up at him, his
cheeks flushed with arousal.

"Master, I....I want you...inside me...."

"Oh, my Obi-Wan..."

"Please...I need you....need you now..."

Qui-Gon reached down and gently turned his
Padawan over onto his stomach, leaning over
to kiss the damp, smooth flesh at the nape of
his neck.  His long hair trailed along his Padawan's
body as he made his way down the sensuous curve
of Obi-Wan's back, blazing a hot trail with his tongue,
savoring the honey-sweet taste of his Padawan's skin.  

Obi-Wan moaned and whimpered as his Master
made his way to the cleft of his buttocks, his
tongue sliding down between.  Arching his head
back, Obi-Wan cried out his frustration and need.

"Now, Master.....please, take me NOW!"

"Yes, my Obi-Wan."

Reaching down beneath the bed, Qui-Gon brought
out the small bottle of almond-scented massage oil
that Obi-Wan would massage into his shoulders after
a particularly tiring day.  He thought of how much he
looked forward to those massages, the way his
Padawan would sit across his lower body, straddling
him.  He could swear that each and every time Obi-Wan
sat atop his body, massaging the warm, sweet oil into
his aching muscles, that he could feel the hard, insistent
nudge of an erection, which would send his mind racing
with thoughts of making passionate, tender love to his
Padawan.

He had never expected it to come true. But now,
it was true.  He would have his Obi-Wan.  He
would claim him as his own.

His Padawan's insistent moans brought Qui-Gon's
thoughts back to the moment, and he opened the
bottle and poured out a small amount onto his fingers.
Rubbing them together to warm the oil, he lightly
massaged the entrance to Obi-Wan's body, preparing
him, feeling him writhe beneath his touch as he pushed
his hips back towards his Master.

Pressing one finger inside, Qui-Gon found the sensitive
spot inside his Padawan's body, hearing him cry out,
feeling his body tremble at the sensation that surged
through him. Two fingers then, and Obi-Wan was
moaning and begging, a flurry of syllables and desperate
pleas tumbling from his lips.

"...ohyesmasteryesmastertakemepleasenownow..."

The erotically beautiful image of Obi-Wan writhing
and begging was Qui-Gon's undoing.  Overcome
with lust and maddened with desire, he grasped his
Padawan's hips, bringing them back against his
stomach, and pushed Obi-Wan's legs apart with his
own.

Feeling the blunt tip of his Master's erection against
his prepared opening, Obi-Wan pushed back again,
needing to feel his Master buried deep within him.

"Master!  Please!  Now!"

Entering him in one smooth thrust, Qui-Gon paused
to savor the sensation of being encased within his
Padawan's body.  This was something he had longed
for on many nights as he lay alone in his bed, his mind
filled with images of his Padawan lying beneath him,
crying out his pleasure and proclaiming his love and
devotion to his Master.

Now, it was no longer a dream, a secret fantasy.

Groaning in frustration, Obi-Wan pushed his hips
back against his Master, urging him to move inside
him.

Qui-Gon began to move, thrusting slowly at first,
his Padawan shouting his pleasure at every thrust,
declaring his love for his Master.

"Master...love you...need you....yours...yours forever...."

Overcome with the need for release, Qui-Gon
increased his speed, thrusting deeply into his
Padawan's willing body, fingers digging into his
hips with an almost bruising strength.  Grunting
his pleasure, he closed his eyes and murmured his
own terms of endearment for his Padawan.

"Obi-Wan...yes.....love you....mine...mine forever..."

"Yesssss, Master....yours...always...."

Obi-Wan felt his Master's erection straining
within him, swelling with the impending orgasm,
and he moaned with pleasure at the heightened
sensation.

"Ohhh yes, Masterrrrr!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"

Feeling himself tumbling over the edge of ecstasy,
Qui-Gon threw back his head and shouted his
release into the dark, still room, his body convulsing
against his Padawan. Obi-Wan felt the warm spurt
of his Master's seed deep within him, filling him with
his essence, claiming him as his own.

Slumping over onto Obi-Wan's back, Qui-Gon
began to shower tiny kisses along his Padawan's
shoulders, then over the nape of his neck, whispering
softly into his ear.

"My Padawan...how I dreamed of this...."

"....My Master...my lover...love you....."

"I love you, my Obi-Wan."

Rolling over on his side, Qui-Gon pulled his
Padawan with him, wrapping his arms around
him, kissing and nipping his ear ever so gently.

Obi-Wan reached down, taking his Master's
hand in his, and brought it up to his lips, kissing
it tenderly.  Oh, how he had always loved those
hands; how many nights had he dreamed of feeling
them gliding over his bare flesh, exploring every
inch of his body.

Now it was no longer a dream.

His Master belonged to him.  And he belonged
to his Master.

As Qui-Gon continued to press soft kisses
against his Padawan's ear, Obi-Wan could
feel him smiling against his skin, as if amused
by something.

"Master, what is it?"

"I was just wondering, my Obi-Wan...may I
borrow your pillow tonight?"


~ end ~



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