Archive: Please ask.
Archive Date: June 25, 2001
Category: Angst, Romance, Non Q/O
Feedback: Um, sure. :)
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Garen, Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: No real spoilers for the Special Edition itself.
It would help to have read it, though.
Summary: A, uh, further look into the events of JA Special
Edition. Obi-Wan and Garen talk enroute. Yeah, that's it,
they talk. Riiiight.
"So, Obi-Wan," Garen said after the ship was in hyperspace and Anakin was safely in his cabin, "how are things going? Really?"
Obi-Wan looked a trifle bemused. "How do you expect them to have gone? I lost my master, I was declared a knight, I took a padawan...." He spread his hands. "I've been busy."
Trust Garen to cut right to the chase. "No time for a love life? Are you still the same sweet celibate Jedi I remember, or have you learned to live a little?"
Obi-Wan caught his breath. "No time for a love life," he said, eyes staring suddenly above Garen's head, lost in memory.
Garen dropped down beside him on the sleep-couch; it sank alarmingly under the bigger man's weight. "You can't fool me, Obi-Wan," he said. "You were in love with Qui-Gon Jinn, I can tell."
Obi-Wan turned his head to look at his old friend. "Nothing ever happened," he said, quietly.
"And you never expected it to, did you, my friend?" Garen asked.
"No," Obi-Wan said. "I--I didn't think I would...lose him so soon."
Garen laid a hand over his friend's. "You thought there would be plenty of time, but there wasn't. It's not like a master/padawan sexual relationship is forbidden, you know."
Obi-Wan smiled. "So you're saying you and Clee Rhara...."
Garen smiled back. "Oh yeah."
Obi-Wan leaned back against the wall. "Qui-Gon was...hard to get along with, at times. I would have given my life for him and I loved him desperately, but sometimes I think it's better that we never...."
Obi-Wan took a deep breath. "And sometimes I don't. Sometimes I wish we'd seized the moment, took whatever there was, even if it meant a greater heartbreak for me in the end."
Garen nodded. "I think I know what you mean," he said. "You were always so divided between following what you saw as the Will of the Force and your own common sense."
"Yes." Obi-Wan stretched out on the couch. Following his lead, Garen did the same, facing Obi-Wan, close enough to almost touch his friend.
"I was wondering," Garen said. "If I could do a little seizing of the moment on my own here."
Obi-Wan smiled. "Just remember, I have a padawan to keep up appearances for now. Nothing undignified, all right?"
Garen snorted. "Your padawan is going to grow up thinking you're an old stick-in-the-mud if you don't watch out."
Obi-Wan laughed. "So how shall we disabuse him of this notion? Run down the hallways of the ship naked?"
Garen laughed with him. "Ooh, good idea. Maybe later. What I had in mind, though, didn't have anything to do with Anakin, and everything to do with you."
"I'm intrigued," Obi-Wan said.
"Just...this," Garen said, and pressed his lips to Obi-Wan's.
They were friends. Good friends with more than a spark of chemistry between them, but they weren't in love. And that's how it felt to Obi-Wan, not an explosion of lights and colors and passion, just a kiss between friends, making them a little more than just friends for the moment.
"Mmm," Obi-Wan whimpered, sinking into the taste of Garen's mouth. "That wasn't all, surely?" he asked as Garen broke away.
"No, if you don't want it to be," Garen said, looking a little hesitant for the first time.
"Tease," Obi-Wan whispered.
"So you're not celibate," Garen said.
"Not anymore," Obi-Wan answered and took Garen's mouth again.
They shared several long slow deep kisses, their bodies moving in rhythm together. When they were both fully hard, suddenly the need to get their clothes off became more important than the feel of their bodies against each other.
With Jedi efficiency, they stripped, carefully laying their clothes aside in separate piles, before coming back together on the sleep-couch.
Obi-Wan had grown up good, Garen thought. The boyish figure of just a few years ago, when they had last seen each other, had developed into a man, with the slight beginnings of a beard, and silky-smooth reddish-blond hair, just starting to grow out.
And the rest of him wasn't too shabby either. Firm muscles, everywhere, showing the evidence of strict Jedi training both before and after his master's death, dark red nipples peeking out from the light expanse of reddish chest hair, taut stomach, and oh yes -- Garen grasped it in his hand -- a beautifully curving cock, long and thick.
Obi-Wan sank back on the couch with a gasp, his eyes fluttering shut.
"You're lovely," Garen said. "Just perfect."
Bending down, he kissed his way down Obi-Wan's body, pausing to tease at a nipple and again to dip into the navel for a second. Obi-Wan was grabbing at Garen's hair before he finally reached his goal. He kissed the very tip of his friend's cock.
Obi-Wan's eyes shot open, and he stared delightedly into Garen's eyes for a moment. "Yes," he said. "Oh please," and thrust his hips upward.
Garen thought Obi-Wan poised on the verge of climax was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Hair wildly tossed, all Jedi control blissfully shattered, he lay there like a picture of wantoness.
Garen was hardly in control himself; just sliding his lips and tongue up and down that beautiful shaft was enough to drive him to the brink. With a fumbling hand he reached down to caress his own erection, just as Obi-Wan opened his eyes again.
The sight of his friend above him, pleasuring him and himself at the same time, took Obi-Wan over the edge, gasping, into ecstasy. Garen followed him a moment later.
They collapsed together, nuzzling into each other's skin. And just before Obi-Wan sank blissfully into sleep, he heard Garen whisper: "Now that's what I call seizing the moment."
They laughed together and cuddled in close, drenched in sweat but not caring. There may be trouble coming, Obi-Wan thought, but at least there is a friend who will stand beside me.