Archive: M&A; SWC; anyone else please ask
Category: Series? The first two were PWPs. I have no clue what
this one is.
Disclaimer: They belong to George. If they were mine, they would
have sex lives. Obi Wan would spend a great deal of time against a
wall. Pressed there by an oh-so-masterful Jedi Master.
Feedback: Always both welcome and appreciated.
Notes: That damn PWP grew a plot.
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: G
Series: Yes. Glares at Emu. Sequel to "The Meaning of Fucking"
Third story in yet to be named series.
Summary: Obi Wan and Qui Gon have returned to Coruscant after
surrendering their virginity in an effort to avoid being volcano
food.
Obi Wan knew their showers had washed away the scent of the afternoon's activities, but that didn't ease his anxiety one whit. He was half convinced that everyone could tell. How could they not? He was no longer a virgin. He had given it up to avoid becoming breakfast for a volcano. And he didn't miss it. Surely the change must be obvious to everyone who looked at him, everyone who looked at Qui Gon. He glanced at Qui Gon as they crossed the threshold into the dining hall. His master looked every inch the Jedi, serene and controlled. There was no hint that a couple of hours before he had been on his hands and knees moaning incoherently.
That thought had been a mistake, Obi Wan realized as his cock hardened. Qui Gon gave him a sharp look. Obi Wan immediately got control of the emotion, suppressing it sharply. Qui Gon nodded his approval.
You can do this, Padawan.
Obi Wan met his master's gaze. Yes, Master.
They moved steadily toward the serving area, acknowledging friends with smiles and nods. Dinner gotten, they headed for an empty table. They didn't make it.
"Qui Gon, Obi Wan, join us you should."
The two exchanged a glance. "Of course, Master Yoda," Qui Gon answered.
Qui Gon sat down across from Yoda. Obi Wan next to him. With a nod the master acknowledged the other masters seated around the table. All were Council members.
"So how was your first day back?" Master Windu asked.
Qui Gon glanced at him. "Fine. Our quarters are much more comfortable than a cave."
"I'm sure they are," Obi Wan swore he saw the hint of a smirk in Master Windu's face.
"What was the cave like? They fed you I hope." Master Bilaba asked.
"We weren't there long enough to need food."
"You know, Qui Gon, I found it very interesting that your transport didn't take off until the following morning."
Qui Gon was completely non-plussed. "It was dark."
Obi Wan fought back a laugh. Hysterical laughter would not divert suspicion. Why did he think he needed to divert suspicion? No one was suspicious. No one would ever doubt that Qui Gon Jinn would lie down his life before breaking a vow. Right? Of course it was right. His master was the epitome of a Jedi knight. So serene, so calm, so virile... Damn. He clamped down on his desire, willed his cock to soften, forcing his attention back to the conversation.
"...difference that would make," Master Bilaba was saying.
"Difficult terrain. Lots of volcanoes and such. Didn't want to take any unnecessary chances."
"That seems reasonable. Volcanoes being what they are."
Qui Gon acknowledged her agreement with a smile.
With that the conversation turned to safer subjects. Obi Wan still did not feel entirely comfortable. Something just seemed off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He was anxious to get back to their quarters. Back where they could discuss this. Back where they could... Could what? Repeat this afternoon's performance? The memory of what it had felt like to be inside Qui Gon tickled his mind but he pushed it firmly away.
"Padawan, are you ready to leave?"
"Yes, Master." Standing, he gathered both of their dinner trays and returned them.
His master was already standing when he got back to the table. He nodded his head in farewell to the other masters before turning and following his master out of the hall.
The Council members watched them go.
"Perhaps we were wrong to send them." Master Bilaba spoke up.
Mace Windu shook his head. "They were the right choice. Qui Gon has proven himself more than willing to break the rules if he feels a higher good is being served. And I have no doubt that he would consider the life of his apprentice a higher good."
Councilor Mundi readily agreed. "Everything about that boy screams 'fuck me.'"
Master Bilaba turned to him. "Ki."
He shrugged. "Well, it does."
"I didn't detect anything from either of them. Did you?" she asked.
The others all shook their heads.
"Patience, we must have." Master Yoda intoned. "If doing it they are. Find out we will."