Title: Letting Down Your Hair
Author: Keelywolfe
Rating: NC-17.
Feedback: Oh yeah.

Note: By popular demand, this is a sequel to my other
story, The Rapunzel Syndrome. P.S. I don't use beta-
readers, so any mistakes are purely my own. Sorry.

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It was still dark out when Qui-Gon awoke to the thrum of
the nightly rains on the roof. Disorientated, he pushed
himself half-upright before realizing he was lying on the
bed of the room provided to him and his apprentice during
their stay on Tel'har.

He lay back down, still a bit confused. When had he gone to
bed? The last thing he remembered was going over the daily
reports and Obi-Wan was combing his...Obi-Wan. The younger
man was sound asleep next to him. That explained it. He
must have fallen asleep when Obi-Wan was combing his hair.
He chided himself on his lack control. Where were his much-
vaunted Jedi skills now, to let him fall asleep so easily
and deeply that his apprentice had to put him to bed?

Still, it had been so relaxing, to let someone else take
over the tedious chore of disentangling his unruly locks.
He had often been tempted to simply cut his hair short and
be damned with it and probably would have, except for the
fact he would rather not look like a Padawan so late in his
life.

His own Padawan was snoring faintly and Qui-Gon shifted to
his side to look at him. Now there was the perfect
hairstyle. Short, easy to care for, aside from the long
braid there was only the short tail in the back to worry
about. Quite unlike his own that seemed to knot up every
time he washed it. Brushing it out sometimes became quite a
task.

Not that Obi-Wan had seemed to mind. Never had anyone taken
so much time and care while brushing his hair. His
apprentice had actually seemed to enjoy it, taking a great
deal of time at it. In fact...

His eyes narrowed as he regarded the serene face of his
sleeping Padawan. In fact, the young man had seemed to
enjoy it a great deal, touching a bit more than necessary,
brushing long after all the tangles had been worked free.
Now that he looked back at it, little fragments of thought
seemed to come to him, something about to feel of his hair,
rubbing it somewhere...

His eyes widened as the thought completed itself. He looked
at his apprentice pensively. Had Obi-Wan actually thought
that and accidentally transferred the notion to him as he
slept? Or was it just a dream of his own, wishful thinking
that the young man might actually want...

Dangerous territory, that. The counsel didn't actually mind
a master/apprentice coupling, providing they were both
consenting adults. It actually occurred quite often, a
natural expression of caring between those who were so
closely bonded. There was no shame in loving and being
loved.

But it could also cause tension in the relationship, as
lovers tended to seek equality. Master and Padawan, by
their very definition, could not be equals. The idea of
such a balance was hazardous. And so Qui-Gon had pushed
aside any thought of a sexual relationship with his
apprentice, unwilling to put their current bond at risk.

In any case, it was -consenting- adults and Obi-Wan had
shown no interest in deepening their bond.

Until tonight.

He realized he was practically hovering over the young man,
drinking in his sudden appeal. This would not do, he
thought, a little desperately. Just the thought of this
beautiful young man desiring him was arousing him
unbearably. He pulled back a bit, centering himself,
seeking calm. As he moved a few strands of his hair slipped
over his shoulders to lightly brush Obi-Wan's face.

His eyes blinked open, then flared wide at the sight above
him. His master, above him, eyes closed while the length of
his hair was tumbling into a curtain around both their
faces.

"Master?"

Qui-Gon's eyes snapped open at that sleep-husky whisper.
Their eyes caught and held, questions asked and answered in
a moment of suspended time. And then Qui-Gon leaned
forward, banishing all distance between them as he pressed
his lips to those of his apprentice. It was a chaste kiss,
a seeking kiss, testing for a response that Obi-Wan was
more than eager to give.

Obi-Wan reached up and held the other man's face between
his palms, holding him still as he deepened the kiss,
running his tongue over Qui-Gon's lips before dipping
inside. He explored the depths of that soft mouth before
pulling back slightly, sucking gently on Qui-Gon's lower
lip.

Qui-Gon inhaled sharply and pulled back, trying to retain
some control. But as he kissed his was down the line of
Obi-Wan's jaw to his neck, he dimly realized that this was
not the way to maintain discipline. The fact that the young
man was arching beneath him gasping and writhing under the
caresses was not helping.

Even as he thought it, he didn't stop, tugging aside his
Padawan's nightclothes to expose the lightly haired chest.
He ran his fingers through the crisp curls and Obi-Wan
shuddered in response, silently begging for more. Qui-Gon
smiled, a surprisingly wicked smile that had Obi-Wan
tensing in anticipation.

Lowering his head, he allowed his hair to fall forward,
brushing over the young man's chest, the feather-light
tendrils teasing his nipples. He kissed his way down the
muscled chest, the length of his hair trailing behind him,
until he came to the sleeping pants his apprentice wore. He
traced the hard cock through the thin fabric with his
fingers and was rewarded with a moan. He squeezed and
stroked that heat until Obi-Wan was arching off the bed,
noiselessly pleading.

Finally conceding, Qui-Gon tugged the pants down and off,
tossing them impatiently aside. The cock that he had been
teasing so delicately bounced into view, crimson and taut,
the tip leaking clear fluid. He closed his eyes, inhaling
that seductive, musky scent before he leaned forward,
flicking his tongue over the head of that cock, tasting the
salty-bitterness of pre-cum and Obi-Wan made a sound that
was closer to a shout than a moan. Qui-Gon ran his tongue
over the shaft, licking and tasting, ignoring the pleas
above him.

Obi-Wan was on the edge of madness. He wanted to be taken,
to be -in- that warm mouth. He caught Qui-Gon's head in his
hands, only to have them captured and held down. Completely
helpless now, he could only lie there and endure. That soft
tongue swirled over the head of his cock and he arched
upwards, wanting only to be surrounded by that heat, but
Qui-Gon pulled up and back.

"Easy, my love," he whispered against the soft skin of Obi-
Wan's inner thigh, and the young man thrilled at the
endearment, before all thought deserted him as Qui-Gon took
his throbbing cock deep into his mouth.

It was like being enclosed in tight, wet velvet and he
nearly screamed at the ecstasy of it. Qui-Gon's hair was
spread over Obi-Wan's stomach and thighs and every time
Qui-Gon moved it caressed him as well, feeling far more
wondrous than any of Obi-Wan's dreams.

Qui-Gon laved that hard cock with his tongue, wetting it
thoroughly before pulling back, ignoring Obi-Wan's cries of
protest. He skimmed quickly out of his own clothes and
straddled the younger man. Obi-Wan looking up at him with
startled eyes.

Qui-Gon gave him a quick smile, "Don't worry, my Padawan, I
won't hurt you."

He wanted to say it wasn't himself that he was worried
about but words deserted him as the older man carefully
lowered himself on that wet, pulsing cock. Qui-Gon moaned,
he couldn't help it, his control had deserted him and all
his energy was focused on the golden man below him. He was
beautiful in his passion, glistening with perspiration in
the dim light, his head thrown back, eyes closed as Qui-Gon
pressed further down, forcing Obi-Wan deeper into his body.

Of their own will Obi-Wan's hands grabbed the slim hips
above him and jerked down hard, forcing himself deeper.
Qui-Gon yelped, but not from pain, oh no, never from pain.
No pain could be this engulfing, so totally absorbing. The
pleasure seemed to vibrate between them as the moved
together, gentleness lost as they coupled fiercely.

Obi-Wan forgot about not wanting to hurt his master, forgot
everything but that tight haven surrounding his cock as he
thrust upward, those muscles contracting around him with
every plunge. It was over far too soon; his cock throbbed
as he erupted into orgasm, spurting his heated seed deep
inside. He shuddered, his body jerking helplessly as his
senses were overloaded by sheer rapture.

It was only when he finally stilled that he realized that
Qui-Gon was still moving above him, rubbing his cock
between them as he sought his own release. Using what felt
like his last ounce of energy Obi-Wan took the heated
length in his hand and squeezed. It was enough, Qui-Gon
cried out and came, spilling warm cream over Obi-Wan's hand
and stomach before he collapsed. They both groaned as Obi-
Wan's softening cock slid from Qui-Gon's body and they held
each other, still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

Sated, heavy with exhaustion, Obi-Wan felt sleep dragging
him downward, but he fought it, protesting dimly when his
master pulled away from him. A reassuring kiss was pressed
to his forehead and a moment later he felt a wet warmness
as Qui-Gon gently cleaned him before settling beside him
again, wrapping the sleepy young man in his arms. Obi-Wan
returned the embrace, tangling his hands possessively in
Qui-Gon's silky hair as he'd wanted to earlier that night
and they both drifted to sleep, each warmed by the other's
body and love.


End

You know if I was Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan I would be seriously
wondering why every room they get only has one bed. Then
again, I wouldn't be complaining either. <eg>

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