Category: Still pretty much PWP
Disclaimer: George, George, George. I'm only doing what you lacked the guts to do. And I'm doing it for free. Consider it a favor and forgo the lawyers. I won't hurt Q & O, but Yoda, guarantee his safety I cannot.
Feedback: Ummmm. yes, please.
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: NC-17
Series: Sequel to Acceptance 3/?
Summary: Obi Wan's been away on an apprentice field trip. (Yeah, I know it's lame. But it's a great excuse for hot sex.) This is their reunion.

Qui Gon stood on the roof, looking out at Coruscant. He would have preferred the stars, but the city lights made that impossible. For the first time since accepting Obi Wan as his apprentice, the two were separated. Qui Gon was finding that the younger man's absence interfered with his concentration and drained his energy. He missed him desperately. Without Obi Wan's familiar presence in his mind, Qui Gon felt empty, bereft.

"Miss him you do."

Qui Gon acknowledged his new companion without turning around. "Good evening, Master Yoda."

Yoda walked to the edge of the roof then levitated himself onto the wall which ran along it. Gazing out at the city, he observed, "Difficult it is for Master and Apprentice to be parted. Especially difficult for you it is, hmmm."

Qui Gon felt no need to reply. The other Master knew the truth of his own words.

"If this hard for you, how must it be for him?"

"Obi Wan is strong." Qui Gon replied, not liking the direction in which he knew the conversation was going.

"Yes, but strong enough to survive without you, he may not be." Yoda turned and looked at Qui Gon. "Jeopardize his training you have. Clouded his future has become."

Qui Gon shook his head. "You worry too much about the future. It is the present which shapes the future not the other way around. Focus upon this moment and the future will take care of itself." He was quite possibly the only living Jedi who had ever spoken to Yoda in such a fashion. The others revered him. Revered him too much in Qui Gon's opinion. Yoda was wise, but he was not omniscient.

"Ignore the warnings of the force you do, then." This was an old argument between them, and Yoda dutifully spoke his lines.

"No. I do not ignore them. I choose to focus on the feelings and intuitions I experience in the present. I do not choose to let myself be haunted by shadows of what may be."

"Focusing on the moment were you? Hmmm. When took Obi Wan to your bed, you did?"

Startled by the bluntness of his language, Qui Gon looked down at Yoda. "Do you really think so little of my judgment, Master Yoda? Do you believe I would knowingly harm Obi Wan, or place my desires before his well being?"

"Knowingly or not, endanger him you have."

"I disagree. My death will be hard for him, but he will survive it." Qui Gon gave his former master a hard look. "When that time comes he will need to draw upon all he has learned." His voice one of calm certainty, he continued, "Including what he learned in my arms." Not waiting for a response, he added, "Would it have been better to leave the feelings between us unacknowledged and unacted upon, leaving him to doubt both himself and me?"

Yoda shook his head. "Hope you are right I do. But fear what may become of him I do."

"Set your fear aside Master. Fear leads to anger; anger leads to hate; and hate leads to suffering."

Yoda glared at him. "Very amusing, Master Qui Gon. Your apprentice's impertinence I sense."

Qui Gon grinned, "He has been a good influence."

"Hmmmph." Yoda lowered himself back to the roof and walked toward the door.

As he reached it, Qui Gon spoke, "Master, take care of him. Help him when I cannot."

Yoda looked back at the tall Jedi. This admission of his own fear had cost him. "I will, Qui Gon, I will." With that he left Qui Gon to his loneliness.

Obi Wan was antsy. There was no other word for it. He was unable to focus on the conversation around him. His entire being was tensed in anticipation of the moment when they would come out of hyperspace and he would once again feel his master's presence in his mind. He longed for Qui Gon's presence, and his flesh.

The separation of the last few days had been more difficult than he had anticipated. In addition to the absence of his master, Obi Wan had had to cope with the unwanted advances of his peers. His former bedmates wondered at his behavior of the last few weeks. While on Coruscant he had been able to find excuses, but that had been much harder to do when it was just six of them on Camaasi. Two of the group were former lovers and both, individually, had sought to resume their previous relationship with Obi Wan. After both were rebuffed, along with another of their group, speculation had ensued about his unexpected celibacy. His fellow apprentices had reached the obvious conclusion, that someone had captured Obi Wan's heart. It had not taken them long to deduce who that someone was. Obi Wan had chosen not to respond to their teasing speculation. He would not lie. Nor would he openly admit his relationship with his master. For Obi Wan feared exposure, feared what the Council would do should they learn of it. He did not want to be parted from Qui Gon and that seemed to him a very real possibility, should the Council find out. Qui Gon did not share his fear, but his own natural reserve had dovetailed with Obi Wan's fear of discovery. Without a word ever passing between them on the subject, they had agreed to be discreet. Obi Wan could only hope that upon their return to Coruscant his peers would find something, someone new to gossip about.

Checking his time sense, Obi Wan rejoiced to discover that in only three minutes they would be out of hyperspace. Three minutes and Qui Gon's presence would once again fill his mind, completing him. Three minutes. He panicked, remembering the surprise he had purchased for his master. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if he did not get some shields around his knowledge of it. Hastily, he separated his thoughts on the subject from the rest of his mind and put a shield around them. Qui Gon could easily break the shield, but he would not. He had always respected any desire on his Padawan's part to shield a part of his mind. Privacy was even more important, now that there were so few barriers between them. No one should have to share all of his thoughts, all of the time.

Joy flowed through Obi Wan. Delight danced along every nerve in his body, in every corner of his mind. They had come out of hyperspace. He was home. He was with Qui Gon.

Welcome home, my Padawan. Obi Wan fought the urge to laugh aloud.

Master, he acknowledged Qui Gon. Then conversation ended as they explored each other's mind, drinking in the presence that had been so sorely missed.

After many minutes, Qui Gon spoke again. I have a surprise for you.

Really, Obi Wan asked with delighted anticipation.

Yes, Obi Wan could sense his master's amusement. I didn't cook.

Obi Wan laughed aloud. The others turned to look at him, puzzled. His laughter quickly ceased. "Sorry" he apologized, embarrassed. "Master Qui Gon said something amusing."

That just caused them to stare harder. "You've spoken with him already?" The young woman to his right asked.

"Yes," Obi Wan replied, sheepishly. The speculation would certainly not end now. Damn. "Master Qui Gon had something he needed to tell me. It was urgent."

"And funny," the other apprentice observed dryly.

Obi Wan decided it would be best not to attempt further explanation.

At last their ship landed. Grabbing the knapsack which held his few belongings, and Qui Gon's surprise, he headed for the door . 'I hope he likes it.' Obi Wan thought as he stepped onto the ramp. His breath caught in his chest. Qui Gon was there waiting for him. His master had not mentioned meeting the transport. It took all of his control to keep from running down the ramp and into his master's arms. Instead Obi Wan allowed himself a slight increase in pace, and in moments he was standing before his master, gazing up into those blue eyes.

The two men looked at each other. Oblivious to what was occurring around them, they were utterly unaware of the attention their meeting was drawing. Obi Wan's travel companions stared at the two men. The air about them was filled with the force, which was flowing between and around them in a manner which was palpable to the other Jedi.

After several minutes of simply looking at his Padawan, savoring his presence. Qui Gon reiterated his earlier greeting, "Welcome home, Obi Wan."

Obi Wan smiled at his master, his eyes not leaving that beloved face. "Thank you, Master. I am happy to be home."

Turning the two men began the walk back to Qui Gon's quarters. "How was the trip?"

"Educational, " was the brief reply.

"Good, " Qui Gon chuckled softly, draping an arm around his apprentice's shoulders.

The moment the door closed behind them, Qui Gon had Obi Wan in his arms, kissing him with a passion that bordered on desperation. All of the control he had shown during the walk to his quarters was gone.

"Qui Gon," Obi Wan moaned, pulling the other man closer, seeking to find a way to crawl inside him.

In response Qui Gon tightened his arms around Obi Wan, I missed you. I missed you desperately.

I love you, Qui Gon. I love you.

Qui Gon growled low in his throat, raining passionate bites and kisses on the younger man's face and neck.

Lifting Obi Wan in his arms he headed toward the bed chamber.

Within moments they were both naked. Hands and mouths moved unceasingly. Without warning, Qui Gon grabbed Obi Wan's wrists and held them above his head. His voice thick with lust, he whispered, "I want to look at you."

Obi Wan held still, watching his master as his master's eyes roved over him. The look on his master's face made his heart want to burst. It was a look full of intense longing, edged with deep tenderness. Obi Wan had never before felt so loved, so valued. Qui Gon's eyes returned to his face, "You are so damn beautiful, my Padawan." He said, releasing Obi Wan's wrists. "I dreamt of you every night. Remembering how you look, spread out like this, naked, in my arms, flushed with desire."

Unable to think of a response, Obi Wan sat up and touched his master's face. It was all there, in that touch. His intense love for Qui Gon, his need for him. Qui Gon caught the hand in his large one and kissed it. 'Gods, I missed those hands,' Obi Wan thought.

The edges of Qui Gon's mouth turned up and Obi Wan knew his thoughts had been sensed by the older man. Did you? Qui Gon asked, kissing the inside of Obi Wan's wrist. And what precisely did you miss them doing?

Opening his mind to Qui Gon, Obi Wan sent him images. Qui Gon's hands on him, touching his face, his chest, squeezing his nipples, stroking his cock, holding his hips as Qui Gon thrust into him.

Qui Gon groaned and pulled Obi Wan fully against him, kissing him. I think I can arrange that. He lowered the younger man back to the bed, his lips still glued to Obi Wan's. Lying next to him, Qui Gon deepened the kiss, his tongue moving into Obi Wan's mouth. His right hand roamed over Obi Wan, up his side, across his chest, down to his abdomen, and back up again, fingers moving around his apprentice's hardening nipple.

Obi Wan gasped into his master's mouth. Tangling his hands in Qui Gon's hair Obi Wan returned his master's kiss. He drew the other man's tongue into his mouth, sucked it. Then released it, replacing it with his lower lip.

Qui Gon's hand moved to Obi Wan's other nipple. He stroked softly, it hardened under his fingertips, sending a burst of electric pleasure up into his fingers.

Pulling his mouth from Obi Wan's he moved downward. Trailing kisses down Obi Wan's chest he moved toward his destination-- his apprentice's straining cock.

As Qui Gon's mouth closed over his cock, Obi Wan had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. A few minutes of his master's skillful ministrations and he was near coming. But he wasn't ready, not yet. He pulled Qui Gon's head upward, sensing his master's reluctance to release his prize. Qui Gon raised his head and Obi Wan dove for him. Kissing him with fierce abandon, Obi Wan urged Qui Gon onto his back. He lie atop his master, alternating between kissing his lips and nuzzling his neck.

Qui Gon clung to his apprentice, his arms and legs wrapped around him. Obi Wan filled his senses, his scent, the warmth of his skin, the firm young flesh pressed into his, the skillful mouth playing across him. Nothing compared to this, to having his beloved in his arms, in his mind. He wanted to be inside Obi Wan, to feel surrounded by him, lost in him.

Straddling his master's hips Obi Wan reached for the oil kept atop the headboard. He slowly oiled his master's cock. Loving the feel of that firm flesh in his hands, he stroked slowly up the underside of his master's cock with an oiled palm. Then down the other side with the other hand. Taking it between his palms, deliberately not encircling it with his fingers, Obi Wan stroked up and down. Qui Gon's feelings flowed to him. The sensations shooting through his master came to Obi Wan so clearly that they were almost his own. Qui Gon's need to be inside him had become nearly unbearable.

Obi Wan moved over his master's cock, placing it at the entrance to his anus. He relaxed fully, letting himself slide down onto it. He gave himself over to the now familiar sensation of Qui Gon inside him, Qui Gon filling him. He looked down at his master, eyes lovingly tracing the familiar face. He started to move slowly, but it was not enough. All of the lust and longing which had built up during their separation poured through him, and Obi Wan began to move rapidly, demandingly.

Qui Gon's powerful hands grasped his hips and held him still. Obi Wan cried out in frustration. Qui Gon began moving him slowly, seeking the place they both knew was there, the place that would bring them both a profound ecstasy. There. Qui Gon felt it and moved very slowly. In that instant, they came, mind and bodies linked.

Still shuddering Obi Wan collapsed onto his master's chest, grateful for the strength in those encircling arms. Part of him wanted to say what he was feeling, to pour it out in a rush. But he knew there was really no need. Qui Gon knew. He always knew.

Qui Gon kissed the top his head. "There is something to be said for restraint, my young Padawan," he said softly.

Obi Wan looked up at him. Brushing his master's lips briefly with his own, he replied, "Yes, Master." Then he returned his head to the crook of Qui Gon's shoulder, where it fit so perfectly.

Obi Wan woke. He was nestled against Qui Gon's back, his arm around his master's chest. He allowed himself to savor the luxury of waking up next to his master. He had missed this.

Then he remembered the surprise he had purchased on his trip. He rose carefully and went to the other room to retrieve his knapsack. He quickly returned to the bed chamber. Placing the object where Qui Gon would not see it, he slid back into his master's bed.

Softly, the contact so light it was almost not there, he kissed the back of Qui Gon's neck, stroking his hair. He sensed his master stirring and moved his lips to the side of his neck. He nibbled gently, then nipped at an ear lobe. Qui Gon's awareness of his surroundings increased, and he came fully awake as obi Wan's tongue slid into his ear.

Qui Gon started to turn over, seeking to take Obi Wan into his arms. Obi Wan placed a hand on his shoulder and moved him gently back onto his side. "If you move or speak master I will stop. You do not want that do you?" Obi Wan asked, his voice quiet, his tone firm.

"No."

"Good. Now don't speak again." With that Obi Wan returned his full attention to his master's ear. He nipped softly along the edge of it. Then ran his tongue along it. Qui Gon closed his eyes, savoring the sensation.

Obi Wan resumed caressing Qui Gon's neck. He traced the side of it, from just under the ear to the nape, with his fingers. It was one of those there/almost not there touches. He knew Qui Gon found touches like that maddening. He intended to use alot of them.

He followed his fingers with his lips. He began with light brushes of his lips, then traced the same path again. The caress a little firmer this time. He did it again, still firmer. Qui Gon was practically squirming. "Keep still or I stop," he reminded his master. Qui Gon stilled. He took a little bit of skin from an especially sensitive part of Qui Gon's neck into his mouth and sucked gently, increasing the strength of his sucking slowly.

At the same time he moved his hand over Qui Gon's side stroking along his ribs. When he reached his hips, Obi Wan moved the hand over Qui Gon's hip, avoiding the cock that leaped in anticipation of his touch. The hand snaked up Qui Gon's front across his abdomen and chest, brushing lightly against hardened nipples. He felt Qui Gon suppress a moan. 'Good,' he smiled to himself. It was a heady feeling, having free reign of his master's body like this. Being the one in control.

He let go of his master's neck, wondering vaguely if he had left a mark. The thought of his master with a hickey almost made him giggle. But he controlled his thoughts and resumed caressing his master's nipple. His touch was firmer now, but not what Qui Gon wanted. Relenting, he squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger. Rewarded, he sensed Qui Gon struggle to control another moan. He failed.

"Shhhh," Obi Wan soothed, turning Qui Gon onto his back. Spreading himself out along his master, he attended to the side of Qui Gon's neck which he had been able to reach earlier. Qui Gon started to wrap his arms around the man atop him but Obi Wan stopped him. Remember, if you move I stop. His arms returned to his sides, his hands gripping the sheets.

Satisfied that his master's neck and ear had received their due, Obi Wan inched further down Qui Gon's body. His mouth danced across Qui Gon's chest nipping, licking, blowing lightly on flesh wet with saliva. Straddling his master's hips. He ran his hands up Qui Gon's arms. The feel of hard muscle under his hands sent a thrill through Obi Wan. He continued, savoring his master's broad shoulders, before moving down across his chest. Reaching his master's waist, he reversed direction. As his hands slid down to Qui Gon's hands, he gently removed them from the sheets. He brought first one and then the other to his mouth, sucking on a fingertip, grazing it with his teeth. He reached into Qui Gon's mind, encouraging him to imagine that sucking, those teeth on another location. Qui Gon groaned at the thought.

Smiling softly to himself, Obi Wan released his master's hands and moved lower, kneeling between his legs. He moved his hands along them. Hard muscle under his hands. Up Qui Gon's inner thighs he traced, his thumbs moving along the side of his testicles. Close your eyes he commanded.

Shuddering with anticipation, Qui Gon complied. The bottle of oil flew to Obi Wan's hand. Moistening a finger, he moved it along the rim of Qui Gon's asshole, then pushed forward slowly. Qui Gon arched. Obi Wan stopped. When his master was again lying flat on the bed, he resumed pushing forward. When his finger was all of the way inside his master, he paused, then began to withdraw it slowly. After a few more strokes a second finger joined the first. Qui Gon was struggling for control, struggling to keep from moving onto Obi Wan's hands. Obi Wan touched his mind. You are doing very well, Master. If you continue to do so I may let you speak, he paused, or are you beyond coherent speech? Qui Gon moaned. I thought so, Obi Wan replied. His pleasure in his master's aroused state shining through him.

Obi Wan withdrew his fingers and reached for the gift he had purchased for his master. Qui Gon, lost without those fingers, started to open his eyes. "Uh-Uh, the eyes stay closed," Obi Wan admonished.

Obi Wan applied the oil to the dildo in his hands. It was not large, but then Obi Wan shared Master Yoda's view that size mattered not. Oiling complete, he placed the item at Qui Gon's entrance. Qui Gon started at the feel, wondering what it was that Obi Wan held. Relax Master. Trust me. I will not hurt you. Qui Gon responded to the familiar words by doing as his apprentice asked. He relaxed and the dildo slid easily inside him.

Qui Gon was lost in sensation. In the peculiar feeling of being penetrated by his padawan, and yet not. He could not believe that this was really happening, that he had allowed it to happen. Qui Gon Jinn was not a man who surrendered. He was always in control. That is what lie beneath his legendary calm. Only one person had ever gotten past that control, ever had him so beside himself with desire that he had acted in ways he had never imagined himself capable of being. That same person was now fucking him, with an unknown object. And Qui Gon didn't fight it. All that mattered was pleasing Obi Wan. If Obi Wan wanted this, then Qui Gon would allow it.

Obi Wan moved the artificial cock inside his master slowly, very slowly. Qui Gon was moaning incoherently now. His hands clenching and unclenching around the sheets. Obi Wan decided it was time to send his master over the edge. Open your eyes, love. Look at me. Watch. Obi Wan gazed directly into Qui Gon's eyes for a moment. He gloried in seeing his master like this, open, vulnerable, more aroused than Obi Wan had ever seen him. Smiling gently, he lowered his head and took his master's cock into his mouth. The warm wetness of Obi Wan's mouth combined with the dildo still moving within him to send Qui Gon into a shattering orgasm. Obi Wan swallowed again and again, drinking in his master's juices, further intensifying Qui Gon's pleasure. Obi Wan stopped moving the dildo when his master came, resuming as his spasms subsided. In a moment Qui Gon was coming again. "Obi Wan," he cried out.

As his second orgasm subsided, Qui Gon sat up, reaching for the man kneeling between his legs, kissing him. You, Obi Wan, you.

Obi Wan understood exactly what his master meant. He withdrew the dildo. Then he kissed his master with a tenderness that left them both aching. Gently he urged Qui Gon onto his stomach. He ran his fingers along his master's cheeks, parting them with oiled fingers. Assuring himself, there was enough lubricant left from the dildo, he positioned himself behind his master. Then he slid forward. Afterward, he would swear to himself that he saw stars.

Obi Wan had never penetrated anyone in this fashion before. Being inside his master brought him an intense, indescribable pleasure. It was tight and hot. He reached out for his master, seeking to draw him deeper into his mind, even as he slid deeper into Qui Gon's body.

For Qui Gon too this was new. All of his lovers prior to his Padawan had been women. No one had ever been inside him before. He had believed that he knew what it felt like from sharing Obi Wan's mind. But he had not. The feeling of being stretched and opened was entirely unexpected. He felt both completely exposed and totally safe. Obi Wan was inside him. Obi Wan loved him. Obi Wan...

Qui Gon groaned. Give yourself to me, surrender to me Obi Wan's voice urged softly in his mind. Obi Wan held his himself completely still, leaving Qui Gon to be the one to move, to find their rhythm. Qui Gon began to move and Obi Wan reached a hand around to cup his master's cock. Qui Gon rocked himself back onto Obi Wan's cock and then forward onto his hand. All was pure sensation, and Obi Wan.

After what seemed like both an eternity and a heartbeat, he came. And Obi Wan came with him. They rocked together. Their focus on each other so complete that not even a moan escaped.

When he stopped shaking, Qui Gon was convinced that he would never move again. His muscles were simply no longer capable of it. They had become gelatinous. Obi Wan moved up on the bed, beside him. Qui Gon turned over and stared at his young lover in wonder. Reaching up he stroked his cheek, "You are incredible."

Obi Wan's face split into a wide grin. "I am glad you enjoyed yourself master."

"I'm sure you are," Qui Gon laughed. He was in that state that comes from truly incredible sex, the one where all is right with the world, where nothing can be felt but joy. "How...how did you ever?"

"I needed something to think about during those long lonely nights on Camaas." Obi Wan grinned even wider. "Fantasizing about you seemed a very worthwhile way to spend my time."

"Indeed."

Obi Wan laughed, "Of course, that master of jedi control, Qui Gon Jinn, would never allow himself the luxury of a little fantasy."

"Never," Qui Gon agreed, "Unless you were in it." He pulled Obi Wan against him, kissing him fervently. You, you, Obi Wan, are the only one who has ever been able to make me lose control.

I know. Obi Wan replied. He pulled away from his master's demanding mouth, to look into his face. "There is something to be said for a lack of restraint, Master."

"So I am beginning to see." Qui Gon answered, reaching again for his apprentice.

If you keep kissing me like that we'll never get breakfast.

Qui Gon sent Obi Wan a tendril of surprise at the thought. I thought you knew Obi Wan. You are breakfast.

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