Archive: yes
Archive Date: February 15, 2000
Author's Webpage: https://www.squidge.org/~pumpkin/
Category: Humour, First Time
Disclaimer: Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm
Feedback: is always a treat
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: R
Summary: Just a light, fluffy Valentine's Day sweet.
Obi-Wan paced around the bedroom, turning up each light as he passed it. Qui-Gon sat at the edge of the large bed, following with his eyes and using a gentle touch of the Force to dim the lights after Obi-Wan's passing.
Having futilely completed a circuit of the room, twice, Obi-Wan finally stopped in front of his master, hands on his hips. Qui- Gon hid his smile at his padawan's unconsciously seductive pose. It was the damn boots that did it, or perhaps it was the way his apprentice walked, hips rolling forward as if eager to get where he was going. Obi-Wan's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"You're actually thinking of going through with this, aren't you?" he accused.
"We said that we would," answered Qui-Gon, mildly.
"Why us?"
"They made it quite clear when they asked us that it must be a bonded couple."
"We aren't bonded. We aren't even a couple."
"The Erosians however have no concept of our master/padawan link -to them we are bonded, period. And as there are two of us, I do believe we qualify as a couple."
Obi-Wan glared at him. "Spare me the logic, Master. Sexual bonds are not the only bonds these people recognise."
"I am hardly your father, Obi-Wan and I refuse to lie to these people and tell them that our bond is familial when it most certainly is not."
"A small white lie." Qui-Gon merely raised his eyebrow. "Oh all right, a lie is a lie and Jedi don't lie. Unless they have to." He looked pointedly at his master.
"Is there a reason you would rather lie to an entire world and condemn them to an entire growing season without water than perform the ritual with me?"
Obi-Wan would not look at him.
"I see. I am so unappealing to you that the very thought of making love with me, even in duty, appals you." The words came out clipped as Qui-Gon reigned in his hurt and disappointment. "Very well. I will call the magistrate and tell him that he must find a new couple. I'm sure he will have no trouble doing so in the," Qui-Gon checked the chronometer by the bed, "forty minutes left before moon-rise."
Obi-Wan mumbled miserably.
"What was that?"
"I said what I wanted to do to you was more likely to take 40 years than 40 minutes."
"Padawan?"
"I love you, okay?
"Why do you say it like it's such a terrible thing?"
"Because it's such a cliché. Young innocent padawan falls in love with his handsome, virile master. It's like a bad holovid."
"You think me virile?"
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Is that all you heard?"
"I also heard you say that you loved me."
"Yeah, well...maybe I'm not ready to give up being grumpy yet at being manoeuvred by the magistrate into doing this."
"Fair enough." Qui-Gon let his eyes drift close and began the breathing that would bring him into a meditative state. "Try not to take too long, I'd hate to disappoint the gods because you were grumpy."
"All right, all right. If we're going to do this, lets get on with it." Obi-Wan shrugged off his robe, hanging it over the back of an overstuffed chair and undid his belt, placing it and his stola with his robe. He bent to undo the buckles on his boots, stopping as he noticed that Qui-Gon had not moved. "What?" he asked.
"Just like that? Let's get on with it? Wham-bam-thank-you- Master?"
"I was under the impression there wasn't any time for a seduction."
"There isn't."
"Well then..."
"I just would have liked to have chosen the setting for our first time."
"I don't know, this isn't so bad. I mean, I would have chosen some place temperate and this does seem to fit the bill," said Obi-Wan, sliding his hands across his chest as he pushed his tunics from his body, shrugging them off and letting them fall to the floor. "I also would have chosen a bed and it looks like we have that here as well." Obi-Wan swaggered over to the bed, exaggerating his usual leading with his hips walk and sat next to Qui-Gon. He bounced. "Seems quite serviceable." His voice had dropped to a husky purr and he leaned into Qui-Gon's personal space. "My master however seems to be wearing too much clothing."
"Really?" asked Qui-Gon absently, not seeming to be able to lift his gaze away from his padawan's bared chest.
"Uh-huh." Obi-Wan leaned over and placed his lips on his master's, hands sliding beneath the voluminous robe. Pushing his tongue between Qui-Gon's unresisting lips, he slid his hands up and over the broad shoulders, effectively removing the dark robe.
Qui-Gon kissed him back softly, hands remaining at his sides, content to let Obi-Wan take the lead. Obi-Wan pulled back, sucking softly on Qui-Gon's lower lip before letting it go with a sigh. He quickly toed off his own boots before sliding down to remove his master's. He knelt between Qui-Gon's legs, hands caressing the powerful calves as he slowly undid the clasps of Qui-Gon's boots.
"Oh for Force sake," he finally exclaimed, exasperated as he realised he still had a half dozen clips to go. "Who made these things -the Sith?"
Qui-Gon chuckled before bending to grab one of his boots by the heel, pulling it off his foot. Obi-Wan sheepishly removed the other in the same manner. Taking hold of both of Qui-Gon's ankles, Obi-Wan let his hands slide slowly up his master's legs, gently brushing the large erection still encased in Qui-Gon's leggings. He lingered there a moment, caressing, until Qui-Gon groaned quietly.
Smiling up at his lover, his eyes soft and unfocussed, he moved on, undoing Qui-Gon's belt and pulling it and the stola away. His hands continued their journey upward -pushing the soft linen to the sides and, finally, off Qui-Gon's shoulders.
Obi-Wan leaned forward, mouth once again meeting Qui-Gon's. He pushed his master back onto the bed as the kiss deepened, letting his weight rest entirely on his master's large body.
The two promptly slid down to the floor.
"Master?"
"The sheets seem to be rather slippery," commented Qui-Gon with a frown.
"Not to mention how distracting they are. Why would anyone want to sleep on sheets that colour -it's like being in a sea of blood."
"I do believe there is a significance to the colour."
"No doubt it's red for the same reason there are so many of these smelly flowers around."
"I find the scent quite nice, actually. And you forgot to mention the chocolate. I'm sure it has a special significance as well."
"Chocolate?"
"Yes, on the table, there's a big basket of it."
Obi-Wan untangled himself from his master's body and picked himself up off the floor, heading toward the table in question. Behind him Qui-Gon sighed and efficiently divested himself of his leggings. He pulled back the top sheets, revealing a bottom sheet as slippery and blood-coloured as the one he'd just removed. With a shrug he climbed into the bed, settling himself safely in the centre. Turning to his side, he leaned on his elbow, letting his other hand trail down his body to capture his penis. He pumped himself with slow, lazy strokes, watching as Obi-Wan pulled the plastic away from the chocolate basket.
"Look at this," said Obi-Wan, laughter dying in his throat as he caught sight of Qui-Gon's long, rangy form, naked on the bed. His eyes were drawn to the sizeable erection Qui-Gon was stroking. "Wow," he breathed as he dropped the boxer-clad-chocolate-laden stuffed gorilla unnoticed onto the floor.
He quickly shimmied out of his leggings, displaying a sizeable erection of his own. He stalked towards the bed, climbing carefully into it. Pushing Qui-Gon onto his back, he covered his master's body with his own, moaning as their erections came into contact with each other.
They kissed, hands roaming over each other's bodies, hips sliding together. Qui-Gon hands curled around Obi-Wan's hips, pulling him forcefully against his groin. They rocked sweetly together until Obi-Wan cried out, coming. The splash of liquid slicked their skin, making the glide of their flesh as smooth as the silk beneath Qui-Gon's back and he called out Obi-Wan's name as his climax overtook him.
They lay curled in the bed, wrapped around each other until another sound could be heard over their panting. Obi-Wan slid out of the bed and padded to the window, pulling the shade to the side.
"Rain."
"Looks like our performance was sufficient for the ritual."
"You know, it isn't raining very hard," Obi-Wan pointed out.
"Now that you've mentioned it -it does look like it's about to taper off."
"Perhaps we should try again and encourage a harder rain?"
"I believe that would be prudent."
"I'm not sure of all that silk though -too slippery. What do you think of seeing if that chair is as soft as it looks?"
"An excellent idea, Padawan."