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RATING: NC17. SLASH.
CLASSIFICATION: PWP. Angst. First-Time. (I just make it up as I
go along)
WARNINGS: None. Pre TPM.
SUMMARY: Qui-Gon has a brief encounter and Obi-Wan is not happy
about it.
ARCHIVE: Master_Apprentice. Anyone else that wants it, just let
me know.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them. George does. Not making any money.
Yadayadayada. You've heard it all before.
This has not been beta'd so all mistakes are my own.
For Krychick, 'cause she wanted a nice, happy ever after, first
time, PWP with just a dash of angst. Phew!
Obi-Wan was worried. It was unlike his Master to be so late back,
especially when they still had work to do the next morning. Where
could he have gotten to?
Frowning he paced across the room for what seemed like the
hundredth time and glanced out of the window into the darkness
outside. Truthfully he could see no further than the small circle
of light that the window threw out, but that didn't stop him
looking. He kept hoping that every time he did he'd see his
Master walking wearily down the path.
It was bad enough that Qui-Gon had been forced to have dinner
with Senator DeRalz, now she was keeping the Jedi Master out to
the small hours, probably boring him with details about the
political situation they had been sent to oversee. He could just
see the expression on his Master's face now. Composed and calm,
yet his eyes would be betraying his fatigue and apathy with the
woman. Or so Obi-Wan thought.
He could still sense the feedback of emotions across their
training bond. They were more like echoes than true feelings but
if he concentrated he could still feel them. Strangely all he
could sense from his Master was something akin to enjoyment. It
was most puzzling. How could he possibly be enjoying that irksome
woman's company?
Frustrated he sank onto the sofa in the living area and tried to
quiet his mind. His Master was a grown man and was quite capable
of taking care of himself. He was just being polite to the
Senator. That was all.
He steadfastly refused to believe that Qui-Gon could actually be
enjoying her company. He also steadfastly refused to believe that
he would rather be out with her than spending time in his
company.
Obi-Wan was a logical man and neither of these thoughts were
logically, therefore he was quite entitled to ignore them.
No. Anytime now Qui-Gon would walk through the door, exchange an
amused look with his padawan and make a droll comment before
collapsing exhausted into his bed.
Obi-Wan held onto that thought as he finally drifted to sleep.
Qui-Gon crawled home, not literally but almost, just before dawn.
He slipped into the living quarters they had been assigned as
quietly as he could not wanting to disturb Obi-Wan. He was
surprised to find his student sprawled on the couch, fully
clothed.
He stood for a moment, watching the young man sleep before
heading towards his bedroom. Without even bothering to undress he
lowered his body onto the covers and sought the sleep he so
desperately needed.
He was still a little surprised by his actions tonight and his
mind wouldn't immediate switch off as he had hoped for. Whatever
had possessed him to have such a casual affair?
He sighed to himself softly. He knew the answer to that one. He
just didn' t want to admit to it.
It had been clear from the moment that they had met Senator
DeRalz that the woman was attracted to him. Qui-Gon was a modest
man but he wasn't so naive as to not recognise the signs when he
saw them. When she had asked him to join her for dinner he hadn't
been surprised. She wasn't the first to offer him such hospitality
on a mission, but it was the first time he had accepted so
readily.
Dinner had led to drinks. Drinks had led to even more drinks,
this time in her quarters, which had led.....
He didn't want to remember.
Not that she hadn't been willing. In fact she had been the
instigator. He just didn't want to face up to the reason he had
acted so out of character. Except he had to.
'Obi-Wan' he sighed softly.
He had been fighting his attraction to his padawan for a year or
more now and until recently he had thought he was doing pretty
well. So long as he avoided sharing beds or baths with the young
man he had been able to keep his desire under control.
Had being the operative word. Recently things had been going to
hell in a handbasket.
Just watching his student move recently had been enough to test
his resolve. Did Obi-Wan have any idea of how beautiful he was?
Qui-Gon thought not.
Qui-Gon was pretty sure that when Obi-Wan looked in the mirror he
did not see the same vision that he saw. The startling blue eyes,
athletic muscles wrapped in smooth skin, the teasing cleft in his
chin that Qui-Gon so wanted to run his tongue down. No. Obi-Wan
definitely didn't realise how he affected his Master.
'Probably just as well,' Qui-Gon thought to himself. 'If he
realised just how much I want kiss every inch of that beautiful
body he'd probably ask to be assigned to a new Master in an
instant.'
Maybe tonight's.....activities......would help. Perhaps the
desire would fade a little now he'd had a release. Even if it
wasn't the release he wanted.
Obi-Wan awoke with a start, disorientated for a moment, before he
realised he was still on the couch. He immediately sat up
straight. Why had his Master not woken him when he had returned?
Had Qui-Gon returned?
Jumping to his feet he rushed to his Master's bedroom, only
allowing himself to breath again when his eyes met the sight of
the older man asleep on top of the covers.
Sensing Obi-Wan's presence Qui-Gon opened his eyes, blinking
furiously to let them adjust to the brightness of the room. With
considerable effort he lifted his head and gazed blearily at his
padawan.
"Good morning Obi-Wan," he greeted, his voice croaky.
Surely it couldn't be day light already. He'd only gone to sleep
5 minutes ago.
Obi-Wan stared at him silently and Qui-Gon thought for a moment
that he was about to get a dressing down from his own student.
Instead Obi-Wan squared his shoulders and pulled himself up to
his full height. "I will prepare breakfast whilst you shower
Master." Was all he said before turning and leaving the
room.
Qui-Gon groaned silently to himself. 'Just great old man, now
you've done it.'
True to his word Obi-Wan set about preparing breakfast for them
both. He was still trying to adjust to what he had just learned.
His Master hadn't said a word about where he had been the night
before, he hadn't needed to. Obi-Wan could feel it on him, could
smell it on his clothes. Qui-Gon had slept with Senator DeRalz.
He was alarmed to find that he was more than a little jealous.
He tried to reason with himself. His Master was a handsome man,
Obi-Wan was more than aware of that, and he possessed a natural
charm. The combination had attracted many people to his Master
over the years. He had just never known him to react to it
before. Why should he think that Qui-Gon didn't have as much
right to an active sex life as he did?
Okay, reason wasn't working.
He just couldn't reconcile the fact that he didn't want his
Master to have slept with that woman. He didn't want his Master
to have slept with anybody except.......
He trailed off, not sure how, or if, he wanted to finish the
sentence. He put down the utensil he was holding and closed his
eyes.
....Me.
There. He'd admitted it. It wasn't so hard, not really.
Then why did he feel so awful?
How long had he been fighting that now? Months? Years? He'd lost
count. All he knew for sure was that he was in love with his
Master and the thought of him becoming intimately involved with
anyone else hurt. Deeply.
Maybe Senator DeRalz was just a casual affair, a brief encounter.
It still opened up a whole new ball game. Would Obi-Wan be able
to handle seeing his Master involved with someone else? What if
the next person his Master shared his bed with turned out to be
more than casual? They were questions Obi-Wan didn't care to find
the answers to.
Trying to push the pain down he finished his task. He wouldn't
let Qui-Gon see how upset he was. He was not going to embarrass
either of them by speaking about this. Not now.
Obviously Qui-Gon did not share his attraction otherwise it would
have been Obi-Wan's bed he was in last night, not a strangers.
No. He definitely was not going to talk about it. If Qui-Gon
realised the extent of Obi-Wan's desires he'd be shipping him of
to a new Master as soon as they returned to Coruscant.
Was Obi-Wan sulking?
Qui-Gon wasn't sure. The young man had been quiet and withdrawn
all day. He had attended to his duties diligently and had been
pleasant and respectful to the room full of Senators and
diplomats involved in the planetary negotiations, but Qui-Gon
wasn't fooled so easily. Something was troubling his padawan.
It wasn't hard to guess what. He just couldn't figure out why.
Maybe Obi-Wan disapproved of Senator DeRalz for some reason.
Maybe he was disappointed by his Master's lack of control. Could
it be that he had let his student down in some way?
He had tried to catch his students feelings across their bond but
Obi-Wan had shut him out. Whatever was troubling him he didn't
want his Master knowing about it. The very fact that he had shut
him out was enough to alert Qui-Gon that all was not as it should
be.
When he glanced up and caught Obi-Wan studying him thoughtfully
for the tenth time that day he made his mind up to find out
exactly what was going on just as soon as they were alone.
The negotiations went on until late, all sides wanting to finish
up everything on the agenda before the end of the day so they
could all return to their home worlds. Thankfully all went
smoothly and the two Jedi's were required to do no more than
observe.
When they finally returned to their own quarters they were both
feeling the strain. Not from the negotiations, but from guarding
themselves from each other. Neither man was used to such tension
between them.
As soon as they entered Obi-Wan announced that he would make
dinner. Qui-Gon stopped him before he could escape from the room.
"Obi-Wan, come, sit. We need to talk about this." He
had instructed.
Obi-Wan recognised his Master's tone of voice and stopped in his
tracks. There was no way Qui-Gon was going to let him escape this
conversation.
Obediently he joined his Master in the living area standing
before him, head bowed as a sign of respect, and to enable him to
avoid making eye contact.
"I said sit Obi-Wan. Please..." Qui-Gon couldn't bare
to see the tension in the young man. They had to resolve this and
they had to resolve it now.
"Yes Master," Obi-Wan answered and seated himself in
one of the large armchairs. He didn't trust himself to sit next
to his Master. He folded his arms into the sleeves of his robe
and waited. His Master could force him to have this conversation
but he couldn't force him to be the first to talk.
"What is troubling you padawan? Why have you shut me
out." Qui-Gon tapped his forehead lightly.
Obi-Wan took a deep breath, carefully selecting his words before
speaking. "I did not wish to distract you Master," he
answered truthfully.
"Distract me with what?" Qui-Gon asked patiently.
Obi-Wan was in stubborn mode. Getting the truth out of him was
going to be akin to pulling teeth.
Again the young man paused before answering. "I have some
personal issues that I wished to meditate on. I did not think it
appropriate to burden you whilst you were trying to conduct such
delicate negotiations."
Qui-Gon raised his eyebrow slightly. Delicate negotiations
indeed! There hadn't been any real reason for them to be there
and it certainly had not required the type of intense
concentration Obi-Wan was implying.
"Well we are no longer working so there is no need to worry
about distracting me," he pushed. "I want you to tell
me the truth Obi-Wan."
Blue eyes met his own. "You needn't worry yourself Master, I
am capable of dealing with this myself."
Qui-Gon sat back in his own chair and studied his apprentice for
a long moment. Obi-Wan's gaze never wavered.
"What exactly is it about my sleeping with Senator DeRalz
that has upset you so?" He decided to go for the direct
approach.
Qui-Gon was relieved that he had at last got a reaction out of
his padawan when Obi-Wan's eyes widened in shock.
"Is it the Senator herself that you object to, or simply the
fact that I had relations with her?"
Obi-Wan spluttered. He was at a lost for words. How did Qui-Gon
always manage to pin point problems so accurately?
"Your...." he fought for the words to use.
"....Personal relationships are none of my business."
He was lying. To himself if not to his Master.
Qui-Gon watched him again. He could feel Obi-Wan's barriers
slipping. He hadn't been prepared for an out and out attack. It
was the key the Jedi Master needed to break through his defences
completely.
"Some might see it that way Obi-Wan. I however am not so
blind. I am aware that any relationship that effects one of us
affects the other also. Your actions today confirm just that. I
have done something to offend you and I wish to know what it is
so that I can make amends."
"You have not offended me Master," Obi-Wan fairly
cried. "And you have nothing to make amends for I assure
you. It is me who should be apologising to you." Hadn't he
vowed to keep this to himself?
Qui-Gon lent forward, his eyes on the beautiful face staring at
him so intently. "Obi-Wan." He started, not sure that
he was going to be able to stop if he really started to open his
heart.
"You are the most important person in my life. No matter
what the future holds for either of us I want you to understand
that. You have been far more than my padawan. You are my
friend."
He saw something, hope maybe, flicker into Obi-Wan's eyes.
"As you are mine Master." He agreed.
"Then please, Obi-Wan, tell me what has made you shut me
out. Whatever it is I need to know." He voice was pleading
but he didn't care.
"Master...." Obi-Wan's voice came out as a strangled
whine and he dropped his head.
Qui-Gon slipped out of his seat and knelt in front him.
"Obi-Wan tell me."
At last the young man found the strength to raise his head again
and looked into his eyes.
"I love you." He admitted.
Qui-Gon frowned slightly, not sure that he truly understood what
his padawan was saying. His heart constricted with the hope that
he had understood him.
"I love you to Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan shook his head. "No Master, you do not understand. I
am in love with you."
Qui-Gon smiled then, his hope confirmed. "I do understand
Obi-Wan, I know what you mean. I feel it to."
Obi-Wan searched his face, unable to comprehend what he was
hearing. Qui-Gon loved him? It wasn't possible. Was it? Had he
really just said he felt it to?
"You doubt me?" Qui-Gon asked.
Obi-Wan stuttered for a moment before finally giving up trying to
form a coherent word. Seeing that actions rather than words were
called for Qui-Gon lent forwards and brushed his fingers lightly
across the young man's face.
He traced down the line of his cheekbone, across his lips, eyes
devouring the path his fingers followed. Down that teasing cleft
in his chin and finally around the line of his jaw. When his
fingers had finally committed the feel of his face to memory he
lent forward further still; parting his student's knees to allow
him to lean across him.
Obi-Wan watched him, a look between surprise and disbelief in his
eyes. "I see you still need proof," Qui-Gon muttered
before finally touching their lips together.
The kiss was soft, not asking for anything more, allowing Obi-Wan
to accept that it was happening. Finally, with a shudder, Obi-Wan
responded. Reaching up to deepen the kiss, his mouth opening to
Qui-Gon's. Invading his body, letting Qui-Gon invade his. It was
exquisite.
Obi-Wan's arms came up to wrap around Qui-Gon's neck and pull his
body down onto his own. He needed to feel the pressure of the
other man to remind him that this was real and not fantasy.
Qui-Gon let him build the pressure and intensity of the kiss,
losing himself in the building desire within his own body.
Finally however, he drew back from the young man.
Obi-Wan's eyes met his and he smiled at the passion he saw
reflected in them. "Now do you believe me?" Qui-Gon
asked.
"Yes," Obi-Wan breathed. "Yes I do. I never
realised." His fingers came up tentatively to touch his
Master's face. "Why did you not tell me?"
Qui-Gon shivered as Obi-Wan's fingers traced across his lips. He
caught one of his fingers between his teeth and sucked it into
his mouth, his tongue exploring it fully before releasing it. He
was rewarded with Obi-Wan closing his eyes and groaning softly in
appreciation.
"I didn't want to push my desires onto you, I had to wait
for you to come to me. I must admit I thought it unlikely that
you ever would." Qui-Gon explained as his eyes devoured the
sight of Obi-Wan's blushing cheeks and pressed a kiss onto the
palm of his hand.
"I want it more than anything," Obi-Wan barely managed
to sigh as his Master 's lips began to taste the flesh of his
exposed neck. He arched his head backwards against the chair
inviting further exploration.
"Then far be it from me to deny you," Qui-Gon retorted,
his eyes full of mischief.
He continued his journey down Obi-Wan's neck, barely kissing the
skin, letting his breath caress him. He was rewarded with soft
moans and murmurs of appreciation.
He kissed his way down the gap at the front of Obi-Wan's tunic
until he could reach no more exposed skin. Unwilling to stop his
voyage he slipped his hands around the young man's waist and
unclasped the belt holding the other layers of his clothes
together. He tossed the belt away, Obi-Wan's lightsaber making a
dull thud as it hit the floor. Neither man paid it any mind.
Large hands pushed the cloth aside, sweeping it down his arms in
one smooth movement, leaving just his under tunic as a barrier.
"Remove it for me my love," Qui-Gon whispered pulling
Obi-Wan from the chair and onto his knees.
Lust filled eyes opened to meet his as Obi-Wan complied. The
clothing was thrown carelessly away as he pulled it over his
head. The sight of his student half naked, skin flushed, eyes
begging for his touch again was almost Qui-Gon's undoing. He had
always known Obi-Wan was beautiful but to see him like this was
going to drive him insane with need.
He swept Obi-Wan into a deep kiss again and trembled as he felt
the young man's hands deftly removing his own robe and tunics.
Moments later they were both naked to the waist, rubbing their
bare skin against one another.
Two pairs of hands explored and teased until they were both
breathless and covered in a fine layer of sweat.
"Shall we take this somewhere more comfortable?"
Qui-Gon gasped as Obi-Wan scrapped his finger nail across the tip
of one erect nipple. The young man immediately bent to kiss the
sensitive skin, soothing it with his warm tongue.
"I think that sounds like a very good idea," Obi-Wan
grinned and jumped to his feet, pulling the older man with him.
Qui-Gon recognised the look in his young lovers eyes. It usually
meant he was about to do something naughty, having it aimed at
him made a shiver run down Qui-Gon's spine.
Somehow they made it to the sleeping quarters and the last of
their clothing was removed quickly, boots and trousers thrown
haphazardly around the room. Finally naked they slipped onto the
bed in a tangle of limbs.
Obi-Wan couldn't keep track of what part of his body was
receiving the most pleasure at any one given point. Qui-Gon's
hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere on his body, devouring
him.
He wanted to conduct explorations of his own but soon gave up the
attempt. Qui-Gon's actions were overwhelming his sense and he had
no choice but to lay back and simply respond. No choice but to
give into the hot waves burning through his body.
Suddenly Qui-Gon was pushing him flat onto his back, his large
body covering the smaller one. He met Obi-Wan's mouth in a fierce
kiss and the young man cried out into the kiss as his throbbing
cock was ground against his lovers.
The pleasure was teetering on the edge of pain such was its
intensity. Qui-Gon kept the top of his body at arms length as he
ground their hips together, his mouth never leaving Obi-Wan's. He
met every urgent thrust from the young man and in less than a
minute Obi-Wan knew he was not going to be able to contain his
orgasm much longer.
Qui-Gon recognised the signs but refused to temper their
lovemaking. He wanted to drive Obi-Wan to this first orgasm,
wanted to prove to the young man that he wanted this to. Besides
he was on the edge himself and he needed his lover with him when
he fell over the edge.
Their orgasms hit at almost the same moment and as Qui-Gon threw
his head back and growled deep within his chest, Obi-Wan's clasp
on the older man's hips tightened until his knuckles were white
with pressure. A sound escaped Obi-Wan's throat. It was a pure
animal instinctual sound of satisfied pleasure.
Exhausted, Qui-Gon felt the strength in his arms slip away and he
lowered himself down onto the equally exhausted body of his
student. Shifting his weight to one side slightly so as not to
crush his lover he wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan's chest,
holding the other man close.
"That," Obi-Wan panted, trying to catch his breath.
"Was the most amazing thing I have ever felt."
He turned his head to capture his Master's gaze and Qui-Gon lent
forward to place a gentle kiss against his bruised lips.
"That, my darling Obi-Wan, was just the beginning."
Fin.