Pairing: Q/O
Rating: NC-17 (yeah, Baby!)
Spoilers: Takes place "during" TPM, but no real
spoilers
Summary: This is a sequel to Another Sleepless Night. Qui-Gon
slowly seduces his Padawan.
Archive: Master/Apprentice - anyone else, please ask.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: They're not mine (pout!), the amazing George Lucas
owns 'em and I'm just playing with his toys. I promise to play
nice and put 'em back when I'm done. :)
Authors Note: Thank you to the folks who said nice things about
Another Sleepless Night. Ya' made me all warm and happy inside.
Kudos & Chocolate Covered Jedi's for you all! And a very
special thank you to Juli for suggesting the title (and the
gentle nudging to make the story longer).
As Qui-Gon waited for his Padawan to return, he felt like a young
man in his twenties again as he contemplated how best to begin.
He knew that he would have to make the first move, to forge the
new path for their relationship. Obi-Wan was fearful of
rejection, of causing a rift the bond they shared. Qui-Gon knew
these fears all too well, for only an hour before he had felt the
same way, but that had all changed. He now knew that his Padawan
returned his feelings and his heart soared with joy.
As the door to the quarters Obi-Wan was currently sharing with
his Master whooshed open, he sighed. It had taken quite a bit of
meditation, but he finally felt in control of his emotions again.
Maybe he would get some sleep on this night after all.
Any thoughts of emotional control were lost when his eyes settled
on the bed. Qui-Gon had rolled to his stomach while Obi-Wan was
gone and in the process the thin blanket, previously covering him
had fallen away, leaving his nakedness exposed to his Padawan's
now hungry gaze.
Obi-Wan felt as if he couldn't breath as he drank in the vision
that lie before him. Surely only the Gods could have created such
a beautiful creature. Qui-Gon's hair was loose and flowed over
the pillow and across his strong shoulders. The broad expanse of
his back slimmed at the waist giving way to the gentle slope of
his buttocks. His long, muscular legs seemed to stretch on
forever and beckoned to Obi-Wan, cried out to him to smooth his
hands along the taught skin, to plant warm kisses in the vee
behind each knee.
With a strangled cry on his lips, Obi-Wan tore his eyes from the
feast before him and hurried into the bathroom to changed into
his sleep pants. Leaning against the wall, he lightly thumped his
head on the cold tile. /Think calming thoughts, think calming
thought, think calming thoughts. / He chanted over and over in
his head as if the mantra would actually dispel the image of the
nakedness that was burned into his brain.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes and they settled on the shower. Yes! That
was it, a shower. A nice, long, cold shower. Then he would turn
the lights off and hurry in to bed without looking at his
Master's most delicious body. He wouldn't have to see the strong
arms that he longed to be wrapped up in or the strong hands that
he wished would roam his body with a lover's touch. Shaking his
head to dispel the images he was creating Obi-Wan quickly started
the shower, removed his clothes and hopped in under the icy
drops.
Qui-Gon rolled over and sat up. This was going much better then
he'd planned. Obi-Wan had been caught so off guard by his
nakedness he didn't even have to try and mask himself. Now, his
aroused young Padawan was in the shower trying in vain to calm
his raging body.
In the shower, a very cold, yet still very aroused Obi-Wan
decided to change tactics. The cold water was doing nothing to
ease the ache between his legs. He needed to find release and
soon. Spying the tube of herbal scented liquid soap, he squeezed
a large amount into his hand and then lathered it onto his aching
hardness. As he stroked his length up and down, he braced himself
against the wall of the shower with his other hand.
Closing his eyes, he imagined that it was Qui-Gon who stroked his
length. His strong firm hand alternating the pressure as his
other hand gently cupped and massaged Obi-Wan's sac. Then that
hand would be replaced and he would cry out for joy, as his
Master would take his length into his hot mouth.
In the other room, the ripples of desire his Padawan was
unknowingly transmitting through the force over whelmed Qui-Gon.
He too felt an overwhelming need for release and mimicked
Obi-Wan's stokes on his own member. With a great spark of energy
in the force, both Master and Apprentice came, spilling their
seed simultaneously.
After a few seconds of recovery, Qui-Gon got a mischievous glint
to his eye and headed for the bathroom to clean his hand off and
surprise his student.
Obi-Wan leaned against the wall, calming his breathing and
gathering his wits. He was cold as a Hoth night, but he felt more
centered and in control. As he expelled one last calming breath
and rinsed the last telltale signs of his release away, he felt
his Masters presence just moments before he heard his voice.
"Padawan, are you about through? You're going to look like a
drowned swamp rat if you don't get out soon." Then almost
without pause and fighting to keep his tone neutral, he added,
"What have you been doing in here so long?"
Obi-Wan's eyes grew large /Does he know? / He quickly replied
"Nothing." His voice cracked as he said the word and it
was all Qui-Gon could do not to laugh and pull his Padawan into
his arms and kiss his anxieties away.
Turning off the water and stepping out of the stall, Obi-Wan
could not meet his Masters gaze. He quietly grabbed a towel and
began to dry himself. Qui-Gon slipped past him and accidentally
brushed his hip against his Padawan's back. The contact made both
men gasp as hot skin met cold.
Adjusting the water temperature, Qui-Gon stepped into the warm
spray and looked sideways at his Padawan. Obi-Wan was almost dry
and he was just about ready to bolt from the room. /"Well
that just won't do."/ Qui-Gon thought to himself.
"Padawan?" he asked gently.
Obi-Wan looked over quickly, then diverting his eyes replied
"Master?"
"I require your assistance, Padawan."
"Are you all right, Master?" Concern filled his voice
as he spoke.
"Yes, Padawan, I am fine. I just am a bit sore from the
fight with the Sith." At Obi-Wan's confused look, he added,
"Would you help me wash my back? I am feeling quite
grimy."
Obi-Wan thought he saw a glint of mischief in his Master's eyes,
but he must have imagined it. With a resigned sigh, he dropped
his towel and stepped into the stall behind his secret desire.
Summoning all his strength to keep his emotions and physical
reaction to Qui-Gon's nearness in check, Obi-Wan once again
reached for the tube of herbal scented liquid soap. He poured a
generous amount in his hand and then began to smooth it over
Qui-Gon's back.
As Obi-Wan worked, he lost himself to the sensations. His
Master's smooth skin slid under his hands, the skin silky and
soft over the firmness of his rippling muscles. He wished that he
could press his body against the elder Jedi's, wrap his arms
around his firm body and profess his love, his longing. He
imagined for a moment that his Master returned his feelings and
was trying to seduce him. /"If only..."/ Obi-Wan
groaned to himself.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes and reveled in his Padawan's gentle
touch. He could feel the trembling of Obi-Wan's hands as they
lovingly skimmed his body but made no mention of the fact. Too
soon, Obi-Wan finished his task and quickly excused himself from
the room. Qui-Gon could hardly suppress a laugh as his young
apprentice practically ran from the room. He would give Obi-Wan a
few minutes to compose himself before he continued his sensual
assault.
Obi-Wan dried himself quickly and pulled on his sleep pants in
the grim hope that the thin material might actually conceal his
aroused state. It did not. Hearing his Master turn off the
shower, he dove for the bed, hoping that he would be able to
feign sleep. Cursing to himself for not being able to better
control his traitorous body and thoughts, he tried to clear his
mind, tried to still it, but it was futile. His only hope now
would be to wait for Qui-Gon to get in bed and then make an
excuse to get out of the room again.
The Jedi Master exited the bathroom and paused slightly. He could
feel waves of anxiety and frustration emanating from his Padawan.
The force was abuzz with his emotions. Qui-Gon frowned for a
moment, he had never meant to cause the young man any discomfort.
He should have given up the charade in the shower, but he had
been lost to the sensations and then Obi-Wan had bolted. There
was also a tiny part of him that enjoyed watching his normally
self-assured and cocky apprentice squirm.
Dropping his towel, Qui-Gon eased into bed behind his Padawan. He
couldn't see the younger mans face, but he knew he was awake and
trying to feign sleep. Qui-Gon smiled devilishly and edged
himself closer until just inches and the younger Jedi's sleep
pants were all that separated the two.
Leaning close to Obi-Wan's ear, Qui-Gon quietly asked "Are
you sleeping, Padawan?"
Obi-Wan stifled a moan as the warm breath caressed his ear.
"No, Master."
"Why not, my young apprentice?"
/Because I want to hold you so badly I could scream. / "I
have troubling thoughts."
"Would you like to discuss them, Padawan?"
Obi-Wan could feel his body begin to tremble, he knew that he
needed to get away from Qui-Gon and soon or else the Master would
learn his secret. "No, Master. I think that I'll just go
meditate again and leave you to rest in peace."
As Obi-Wan started to move to rise from the bed, Qui-Gon snaked
an arm around his waist and held him in place. Startled, Obi-Wan
asked "You do not wish me to leave, Master?"
"No, Padawan."
The arm around his waist tightened slightly and once again his
Master's velvet like voice caressed his ear. "I too have
troubling thoughts."
Concern for his dear friend flooded the younger man. "Of
what, Master?"
"Of my feelings, my desires for another." Obi-Wan felt
his heart constrict as the words crashed through his brain.
Qui-Gon desired another, but whom? Then it hit Obi-Wan, he must
be referring to Shmi Skywalker. She was a kind woman and had
taken a great liking to Qui-Gon, or so Jar Jar had said.
Struggling to find his voice, Obi-Wan managed to squeak out
"Shmi?"
Qui-Gon could not suppress the surprised laugh that erupted from
his throat. How dense could his Padawan be? "I should say
not!" he managed between laughs.
Relief flooded Obi-Wan momentarily before confusion set in again.
"Then who, Master? Who troubles you so?"
"My Padawan. He is truly a most handsome and desirable
creature." the elder Jedi replied before snaking his tongue
out and tracing the edge of Obi-Wan's ear, then lightly nipping
at the lobe.
For a brief moment, Obi-Wan thought /Xanatos? / But Qui-Gon's
intimate caress to his ear banished all thoughts of his Master's
former Padawan from his mind.
Obi-Wan rolled over to face his Master. "Me?" It was
barely more than a whisper.
For an answer, Qui-Gon took his Padawan's face in his hands and
kissed him gently, tentatively. Obi-Wan just laid there, still as
could be, shocked. Qui-Gon was actually kissing him and his brain
went into overload. Misinterpreting his Padawan's lack of
response as a sign that he didn't really want this, or worse yet,
of disgust Qui-Gon froze as well and pulled back, quickly moving
himself away from Obi-Wan and apologizing.
"I am truly sorry, Padawan. I didn't mean to... I shouldn't
have... I am so sorry." Qui-Gon had never felt this close to
crying since he was a young boy. What had he just done? He was
sure that Obi-Wan had felt as he did, but he must have made a
grave error.
/Sorry? / The words finally permeated Obi-Wan's brain. Looking
clearly at his Master, he could see grief and fear etched deeply
into his face as he stared at his Padawan.
With a Jedi's speed, Obi-Wan grabbed the back of Qui-Gon's head
and pulled him down, devouring his lips in a hungry kiss full of
passion and love. As their lips and tongues dueled, Obi-Wan
opened his mind to his Master as he had always longed to do;
allowing the elder to see how deep and true his feelings ran.
Overwhelmed by the depth of the emotion, Qui-Gon pulled back a
little and looked deeply into his Padawan's eyes. "I never
imagined... I had only dreamed..." he couldn't finish, could
not find the words to express the love and devotion that he felt
for the man with whom he shared his life, whom he would willingly
die to protect at a moments notice. So, he opened his mind as his
Padawan had done, allowing him to inside his most secret places,
baring his soul and his heart so that they might beat as one.
With an inner fire lighting his eyes, Obi-Wan gently urged
Qui-Gon onto his back and let his eyes roam freely over his
Master's body. Qui-Gon smiled, basking in the warmth of his
Padawan's scorching gaze. The smile turned to a groan as Obi-Wan
flicked his tongue across one of his taut nipples before placing
tiny kisses all along his chest.
Reverently, Obi-Wan ran his hands across his Master's body,
worshiping him inch by inch with tender caresses and butterfly
kisses. Qui-Gon felt himself swept up in the maelstrom of
sensations, his desire soaring higher then he ever thought
possible.
As Obi-Wan settled between Qui-Gon's legs, he heard the older
Jedi draw in a sharp breath as he placed wet kisses along his
inner thigh, then pausing briefly to nuzzled it with his cheek,
his nose brushing intimately against the bottom of Qui-Gon's sac.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes as he felt his Padawan's hot breath on
his nether regions, a groan of pleasure escaping his lips as he
felt tentative fingers on his hardness. Obi-Wan drew a ragged
breath as he touched Qui-Gon's member, running his finger
delicately over the tip and swirling the clear fluid around the
head. It pulsed and jumped with a life of it's own as he
continued his exploration. Soon the younger Jedi's tongue joined
the exploration, licking, tasting and teasing Qui-Gon's trembling
flesh.
Qui-Gon felt as if he would either combust or faint at any
moment, every nerve raw with need, yearning for release.
//Padawan... Please...// he mentally whispered to Obi-Wan.
//Patience, Master...// came the mental reply. Knowing that his
Master was close, Obi-Wan quickly plunged his mouth onto
Qui-Gon's weeping erection, swallowing it all the way to the base
and lightly rubbing his nose in the hair surrounding it.
The Jedi Master writhed and moaned as his apprentice laved his
length with his mouth and tongue while gently massaging his sac
with his deft fingers. Reaching down, Qui-Gon lovingly caressed
the nape of his Padawan's neck. Then he looked down and it was
his undoing. The sight of Obi-Wan engulfing him whole pushed the
Jedi over the abyss and crying Obi-Wan's name; he felt himself
shatter to a thousand pieces as he released his seed into his
lover's mouth.
Obi-Wan swallowed the salty fluid and continued to gently lave
and suck until he'd milked every last drop from his Master. With
one final kiss to the tip, he crawled back up the bed and claimed
Qui-Gon's mouth once again. Wrapping his arms tightly around his
Padawan, Qui-Gon crushed the younger Jedi to himself. Lifting his
head slightly, Obi-Wan looked deeply into Qui-Gon's eyes and
asked "Is everything alright, Master?"
"Just making sure that you were real, my Padawan. I feel as
though I must be dreaming."
Obi-Wan squirmed a little and rubbed his hardness against
Qui-Gon's stomach with a grin. "Does this feel real,
Master?"
"That it does Padawan, but I'd better take a closer look
just to be sure." He said with a wink and before Obi-Wan
knew what hit him, Qui-Gon had flipped them over and the elder
Jedi was now above him.
Qui-Gon claimed Obi-Wan's mouth in a searing kiss. Tracing the
outline of his Padawan's lips briefly, he slipped his tongue
inside and groaned with he tasted his own essence. Moving away
from Obi-Wan's mouth, the Jedi Master rained light kisses over
his Padawan's face and eyelids before moving on to nuzzle an ear.
Obi-Wan was reduced to a gelatinous form as his lover worshiped
his body. Qui-Gon caressed and kissed his way inch by inch,
memorizing every curve, every subtle nuance of his Padawan's
body. He had dreamed of this moment, and here it was, realized at
long last and he intended to make the most of it.
One by one, Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan's fingers into his mouth,
sucking them and laving them with his tongue, mimicking Obi-Wan's
previous activity.
Obi-Wan thrashed and moaned, his hips straining, searching for
something, anything to apply some pressure to the ache growing
ever harder between his legs. //Master, Please...// he mentally
begged.
//Patience, Padawan...// he replied back as Obi-Wan had to him.
With a sly look, Qui-Gon started to move away from Obi-Wan, away
from the bed. Obi-Wan wanted to cry out, as the physical contact
between them was broken. "I'll be right back, Padawan."
Qui-Gon told his lover reassuringly when he sensed his concern.
Qui-Gon slipped into the bathroom for a minute and then returned
to Obi-Wan's side. Kissing him deeply once again, he pulled his
apprentice up onto his knees and moved in front of him. Reaching
back, Qui-Gon grasped Obi-Wan's hardness and guided it towards
him. Obi-Wan froze. "Master, I will hurt you."
//Trust me, Padawan. // The reply came as a mental caress.
Qui-Gon pushed back gently and Obi-Wan felt something slick, then
he started to slip into his Master. Instinctively, Obi-Wan eased
himself all the way inside. Once he was completely engulfed in
the scorching heat and tightness. He paused so they could both
savor the sensation before the lovers began moving together in a
rhythm as old as time.
Obi-Wan caressed Qui-Gon's hips and the small of his back as he
moved. The sensation building in him was sheer bliss. Then he
felt the familiar tightening in his groin and with a last thrust
he cried out "Qui-Gon" as his seed spilt deep inside
his lover.
The two Jedi collapsed on the bed in a heap panting, a light
sheen of sweat covering both. Obi-Wan rolled to his side and
pulled Qui-Gon against him, spooning him from behind. Wrapping
his arm around his Master and hugging him tightly, Obi-Wan
murmured words of love and fulfillment in his ear.
After several minutes, Qui-Gon retrieved the fallen blanket,
pulled Obi-Wan into the crook of his arm and covered them both.
With a wide grin, Qui-Gon asked his student "Do you think
you can sleep now Padawan or do you still have troubling
thoughts?"
"If I cannot sleep now, it will not be due to troubling
thoughts Master." Obi-Wan replied mischievously before
caressing Qui-Gon's inner thigh.
"Ah, youthful exuberance." Qui-Gon sighed.
Several hours later, with both men fully satiated and exhausted,
Obi-Wan lay pressed tightly against his lover's side, his head
resting on his Master's firm chest listening to the sound of his
heart beating. The sound soothed him and calmed him as nothing
had before.
He couldn't place why, but Obi-Wan was drawn to the heartbeat, to
the reassurance that his Master's life force still burned
brightly.
Just before he lulled to sleep, Obi-Wan heard Qui-Gon whisper
into his mind "My beloved Padawan. How I love you."
"And I you, Master..." was his whispered reply before
much needed sleep claimed the both.
The End.