Rating: R a little bad language :)
Archive: M&A, if you want it, anyone else, just ask.
Feedback: Please!! this is my first Obi/Qui story. goddesscal@earthlink.net
Disclaimer: I don't own them the great George does!
Category: Humor, First Time ? I'll get this right someday.
Summary: Obi-Wan finally get's a chance to do what he's always
wanted.
Author's note: A huge thanks to my Beta readers! I got edgey and
went ahead and posted without having this re-beta'd so any
mistakes still within are purely intentional lol!
"Bant are you sure this is going to work?" Obi-Wan
Kenobi glanced worriedly at his friend.
" Yes! Calm down!" she scolded.
They were in the fresher at Bant's apartment. Obi-Wan was staring
at his friend with apprehension. Bant leaned on the sink to
rummage through a cabinet. They could hear the faint sound of
music coming from outside. The Jedi Temple was having it's annual
festival. Along with the usual booths and shows, there was going
to be a kissing booth. Obi-Wan couldn't believe his Master was
the one running the booth, but then again Master Windu had been
very persuasive saying that all the money made at the booth would
go to the poor. Mace had even conned Qui-Gon Jinn into wearing a
blindfold for the job!
Obi-Wan saw this as a perfect opportunity. He had long felt more
for his Master than just the usual Master/Padawan relationship.
When he had come to that conclusion Obi-Wan didn't really know.
All he knew was that his Master just had to walk into the room
for his heart to start skipping beats, and all coherent thought
to flee his mind. He shifted on the bench and sighed. Even though
Obi-Wan had just recently turned eighteen, he was sure his Master
would never see him as anything more than his Padawan and a
child. This booth was like a dream come true A chance to kiss his
Master in total anionymity. He wasn't going to miss this! Bant
pulled a couple of bottles out of the cabinet then she walked
into the other room. When she returned Obi-Wan couldn't believe
what she was carrying.
"Bant, I am not wearing that!" he protested vehemently.
"You asked for my help. You don't want Qui-Gon to recognize
you do you?" she shook the long wig at him.
" I...am...not ...wearing a wig," he replied through
gritted teeth.
"Alright, but you better not let him touch your head. He'll
know right away who you are," she glanced pointedly at his
shortly cropped cut as she tossed the wig back into the other
room.
"Thank you," he slumped back against the wall in
relief.
Bant handed him a long tunic. "Put that on, it will help
disguise your upper body."
"I didn't realize my body was so bad I had to hide it,"
Obi-Wan quipped with more humor than he felt. He pulled the tunic
over his head. It was so long it hung over his pants almost to
his knees.
Bant gave him a dirty look. "You're not a female Obi-Wan. We
have to cover up your ...er...male attributes," she giggled
at that.
"What are you going to do?" he was suddenly alarmed
again. Bant was a great friend, but some of her ideas were to
eccentric even for him.
"I'm making it so you won't be recognized," she said
through gritted teeth. Palming a small tube of lotion, she
squeezed the contents into her hand. She applied it generously to
Obi- Wan's arms and face.
Obi-Wan inhaled a light flowery scent. "That smells
good."
"I'm glad you shaved Obi-Wan, otherwise your skin would feel
like a Bantha."
That earned her a dirty look.
Bant grabbed a small bottle off the sink. Obi-Wan suddenly found
himself surrounded by a cloud of perfume.
His eyes burned, and he coughed explosively.
"Bant! Not so much!" he choked.
Bant opened her hand. "Sorry. Chew these until we get
there."
Obi-Wan took the mints and popped them into his mouth. Bant
observed him critically.
"What now?"
"I've got an idea," she reached into the clothes basket
pulling out a brassiere.
"Are you totally deranged?" Obi-Wan wondered if his
friend had gone mad.
"Do you want to kiss Qui-Gon or don't you?" she
challenged hands on hips.
Obi-Wan swallowed hard and slipped the tunic up to his neck.
"Why didn't you give me this first?" he wondered.
"I didn't think of it till now," she watched him
struggle to put on the clothing.
"Here, let me help you," Obi-Wan flushed as she helped
me fasten the bra. She then grabbed a handful of tissue paper and
shoved it into the white cups.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Obi-Wan muttered. He
stood up and stared at his fake chest in the mirror. "I
can't wear this! Everyone will notice!"
"Obi, I barely padded that bra. Keep your arms crossed over
your chest and no one will be the wiser," she laid a
comforting hand on his shoulder.
Obi-Wan took a last fleeting glance in the mirror then turned.
"Let's get out of here before you decide I need more parts,
or even worse to lose some!"
Bant laughed at that.
They made it to the door when a thought struck Obi-Wan.
"Wait!" he stopped her.
"What?"
Obi-Wan glanced down at his boots.
"Oh! Right!" she disappeared into her room. She
returned with a small pair of black shoes. Obi-Wan slipped
quickly into them.
"The festival's going to be over before we even get there!
Are you ready? " Bant 's eyes were twinkling with amusement.
"Let's go."
They made their way through the festive crowd. Wonderful cooking
smells filled the air, children's laughter reached their ears.
They said hello to friends here and there, never stopping. For
this, Obi-Wan was grateful. He had no idea what some of his
friends would think about the slight bulge in his chest though he
tried to hide it, and he knew he could be smelled a mile away. He
brought up all his mental shields tightly so Qui-Gon would not
sense him. The queasy feeling in his stomach increased as he
realized they had arrived at Qui-Gon's booth. He wasn't quite
sure why they called it a booth. It was really more of a tent.
There were two women in line, and Master Windu was collecting
credits at the entrance. Obi-Wan stood to one side as Bant went
to talk to him. She pulled him to the side and whispered in his
ear. Obi-Wan knew that Master Windu and his Master had once been
lovers. Would he allow them to do this, or would he try to stop
them? He took a deep breath. He didn't realize he 'd been holding
it. He saw Mace Windu frown and look his way. Bant was talking
fast and gesturing wildly. Then Mace smiled widely and doubled
over with laughter. Obi-Wan sighed and rolled his eyes. So
much for the famous Jedi Master control he thought shifting
nervously from one foot to the other. Bant cast an apologetic
glance his way as she tried to calm Mace's mirthful outburst. He
finally seemed to get a hold of himself, and beckoned to Obi-Wan
as the second girl who had been in line exited the tent.
"Next," Master Windu cried loudly and winked at Obi-Wan
who willed himself to relax and stepped up to the entrance. Windu
held out a bowel and Obi-Wan dropped his money in it. As he
passed the Jedi Master he heard him sniff and grunt in surprise.
He groaned inwardly as Mace once again double over with helpless
laughter obviously smelling the perfume. Obi- Wan straightened
his spine and brushed some non-existant dirt off his shoulder
while he glared at the howling Mace.
"Go right on in m'lady," Mace Windu gasped when he
recovered.
Obi-Wan leaned over to whisper in Bant's ear. "Are you sure
he's blindfolded?"
"Yes, now go!" she shoved him towards the tent.
Obi-Wan took another deep breath trying to calm his trembling and
stepped inside. He could still hear Mace chuckling behind him.
Qui-Gon sat in a chair at the far end of the tent. A table beside
him held a pitcher of water and a small drinking flask. Qui-Gon
had a dark blindfold tied around his eyes. Obi-Wan felt his
throat constrict at the sight.
"Master Jinn?" Bant was hanging just at the entrance
behind Obi-Wan. She was to speak only once disguising her voice.
"Yes, come in little one," Qui-Gon replied.
Obi-Wan turned and made a shooing motion at Bant who stifled a
laugh and pulled her head out. Obi-Wan slowly stepped towards the
chair. Force! he was sure his Master would hear his heart it was
beating so wildly. He double-checked that all his shields were
tightly in place. Qui-Gon took a long drink of water then sat the
flask on the table. He leaned forward holding out his hand.
"Are you ready?" he asked in a low voice.
Obi-Wan swallowed and grasped his Master's hand loosely. His lips
were red and swollen, sending a flare of desire straight to
Obi-Wan's groin. Qui-Gon tugged on his hand pulling him closer.
Obi-Wan put his legs on either side of Qui-Gon's straddling him,
and settled gracefully into his lap.
"You don't talk much do you?" Qui-Gon titled his head
to the side smiling gently. In reply Obi-Wan brought a hand up,
and caressed his cheek in long teasing strokes. Gods, how long
had he waited for this? He couldn't believe his dream, if only
partially, was finally going to come true. He had every intention
of devouring his Master. Qui-Gon started to embrace him bringing
his arms up, but Obi-Wan stopped him with a firm hand on his
Master's shoulder.
"You want to lead? Very well little one," Qui-Gon
relaxed and leaned back in the chair. Obi- Wan ran his hands down
Qui-Gon's shoulders. He pulled one of his Master's hands to his
lips, swirling his tongue over the calloused skin. Obi-Wan heard
Qui-Gon hiss as he lowered his mouth over one of the fingers and
did the same thing, but moved up and down the long digit. When he
had thoroughly devoured the first hand, he grasped the other and
gave it the same sensual treatment.
Obi-Wan wanted this moment to last forever. He took Qui-Gon's
face in his hands and brushed his lips against his forehead. He
then turned his gentle teasing to the rest of his Master's face.
Placing feathery kisses all over the soft skin, he ran his hand
in Qui-Gon's silky hair enjoying the feel of it on his fingers.
His mouth found it's way to Qui-Gon's ear. He heard the Jedi
Master gasp as he ran his tongue along the outside. With slow
movements he flicked his tongue in and out of Qui-Gon's ear,
mimicking what he wanted to do to other parts of his Master's
body. Obi-Wan allowed himself a small smile when Qui-Gon moaned
and began squirming in his seat. He placed a light kiss on the
tip of Qui-Gon's nose. Obi- Wan couldn't wait any longer; he
brought his mouth to Qui-Gon's, licking the line of his lips, and
when Qui-Gon moaned he took advantage of the opening and thrust
his tongue into the velvety depths of his Master's mouth. He
hooked his arms around Qui-Gon's neck and wordlessly thanked Bant
when he felt his chest crush up against Qui-Gon's. He realized
Qui- Gon was returning his kiss passionately. He felt one of
Qui-Gon's arms snake around the small of his back, and the other
hand grab his firm cheeks, squeezing him tightly, crushing their
bodies even closer together. Obi-Wan couldn't stop his gasp, and
almost ruined everything, but bit back his moan at the last
minute.
Mace Windu's voice broke through his fogged brain.
"M'lady , there are other patrons you know," he yelled
from outside.
Obi-Wan broke the kiss and glanced at his Master. Qui-Gon's face
was flushed , his lips full and red, and his chest was heaving as
he tried to recover. Obi-Wan's hands lingered one last time at
Qui-Gon's face then he slowly untangled himself from his lap,
turning to leave. Qui- Gon's voice stopped him.
"Little one," it was barely above a whisper. Obi-Wan
turned to look at his beautiful Master. "Thank you."
Obi-Wan wouldn't have been surprised if his brilliant smile
pierced even the dark blindfold his Master wore.
Bant was on him the minute he exited the tent.
"Well?" she stared at him. Obi-Wan just hooked and arm
around her shoulders and dragged her off with him, ignoring Mace
Windu's chuckle as he watched the pair leave.
Back at their apartment, Obi-Wan stripped off the perfume
drenched outfit, tossed it into the laundry basket, and took a
long hot shower to wash away the overwhelming odor. He changed
into his sleep pants and nightshirt then set about preparing the
evening meal , humming happily as he went. His Master returned
shortly after Obi-Wan had set the last plate on the table.
"Welcome back Master," he smiled.
" Thank you, Padawan," Qui-Gon smiled as he saw the
small feast Obi-Wan had prepared. He pulled off his robe and hung
it up. "Feel like cooking Padawan?" he teased taking
his seat at the table.
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan grinned, passing a bowl of
salad. "Did you have fun today ?"
"Yes, Obi-Wan. I did," Qui-Gon replied.
Did you enjoy my tongue in your ear ? Did you like the feel of
my lips against your hot mouth? Oh Master, when will you stop
seeing me as a child? Obi-Wan started as he realized he
wasn't completely shielding his thoughts. He hoped Qui-Gon hadn't
caught that.
"Although, I can't believe I let Mace talk me into doing
that booth, but it was for a good cause," Qui-Gon continued.
Good Obi-Wan thought. He didn't hear it
" Did you enjoy the festival, Padwan?" Qui-Gon bit down
on a piece of bread.
"Yes, Master." Enjoyed your hand on my ass. Your
tongue in my mouth Qui-Gon's next observation brought him
back to the present.
"I didn't sense you there but for a short time Padawan. Was
there anything wrong?"
Other than smelling like a Corellian whore ? "No,
Master. Bant and I wandered around then went back to her place
and hung out for a while."
"Oh, you didn't come back here?" Qui-Gon questioned.
Obi-Wan was puzzled. "No, Master. Why do you ask?"
"No reason," Qui-Gon looked distance for a minute then
he smiled sending a wave of affection over their bond. Obi-Wan
smiled and sent the feelings back to his Master. They spent the
rest of dinner making small talk. Obi-Wan got up and quickly
cleared the table and tackled the mess in the kitchen. Obi-Wan
didn't notice his Master venture into the fresher, nor did he
notice how long Qui-Gon stayed in there. When he returned to the
living room, his Master had settled onto the couch with a book.
Obi-Wan grabbed a pair of Qui-Gon's pants that needed mending and
sat down beside his master. They sat in companionable silence for
a while. Finally his Master laid the book aside and stood.
" I think I shall retire for the evening," he
stretched. "Good night, Padawan."
"Rest well, Master," Obi-Wan couldn't keep his eyes of
his Master's graceful form as he walked away.
Qui-Gon made it to the entrance to his room and stopped.
"Oh, and Padawan?"
"Yes, Master?"
"If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask."
Obi-Wan nearly fell off the couch.
"Wha...Master?" the pants Obi-Wan was holding slid to
the floor.
Qui-Gon regarded him intently. "You didn't have to pay for
it."
"M-M Master...How did you... Master, I'm sorry I didn't mean
to deceive you," Obi-Wan stopped as what Qui-Gon had said
hit him. With a mixture of wonderment and shyness, he looked up.
"May I have a kiss?" It was barely more than a hushed
whisper.
"No, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon 's face was stern and he took a
step forward.
"Oh," Obi-Wan looked down at his hands. He felt his
face flush at the rejection. Then suddenly, Qui-Gon was there
kneeling on the floor between his legs. A hand cupped his chin
while the other fingered his braid. He looked into his Master's
twinkling eyes.
"You can have as many kisses as you like, my beautiful
Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon brushed his lips against Obi-Wan's.
"Oh! Master!" he felt Qui-Gon chuckle as he wrapped his
arms around Qui-Gon's neck, and pulled him into a long bruising
kiss. When they parted, Obi-Wan sighed content, and rested his
head on Qui-Gon's shoulder.
"Master, when will it be more than just a kiss?"
Qui-Gon laughed gently. "Give it time, Obi-Wan. When you're
older..."
"I'm no longer a child!" Obi-Wan cut in protesting.
"No, you're not," Qui-Gon said quietly. "But, We
should wait until you're sure of what you want."
" I know what I want and I want you Master!"
Qui-Gon took his apprentice's hands in his. "If that truly
is the case, Padawan, then it will not hurt to wait until you're
a little older. It will only strengthen your feelings, and make
our joining that much sweeter. I promise I will wait for you
Obi-Wan."
"If that is what you wish then I will wait," Obi-Wan
conceeded. He glanced at Qui-Gon as a thought occurred to him.
"Master, how did you know it was me? "
"How did I know it was you? Honestly, Obi-Wan, we must put
you through the blindfolded part of your training again."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan grinned.
"Besides, I found your perfume soaked tunic in the bathroom
laundry."
Qui-Gon laughed as a pillow connected with his forehead.
Finis
Disclaimer: Bant's bra was not harmed during this story, however;
Obi-wan suffered a severe rash from all the perfume.