Riding the Wheel of If

Episode Fifteen

 

 

 

In the early morning light of Coruscant, there was a loud bang a few dozen feet above the ground in the statuary garden of the Jedi Temple. Slowly, a young man fell from the sky to land with a soft thud on the grass. He powered off the 'saber he held in his hands and fastened it under his backpack on the back of his belt, then raised his hood as he looked around carefully.

 

The Temple seemed normal, the sky was filled with air traffic again, and the fountains were running, tinkling gently in the light dawn breeze. Obi-Wan Kenobi nodded to himself in satisfaction, and headed into the Temple.

 

It was still early; there were few people about, but a delicious smell made him realize how hungry he was. Hesitating only briefly, he walked down the corridor to the commissary, which was only sparsely populated, entered, and took a tray. // The last time I did this... // he thought to himself, rolling his eyes. But this commissary looked perfectly normal, containing the usual sprinkle of Padawans, Knights and Masters, most dressed in tunics but some in leisure clothing.

 

Selecting some breakfast, he sat down in a corner of the room, close enough to a knot of older Padawans to hear them but far enough away to keep from being noticed. As was normal, the Padawans were gossiping, and while he ate and drank he listened carefully.

 

"...telling you, the Council is going to have collective apoplexy!" One young woman was saying. "I was on duty at the healer's last night when she came in...UNbeleiveable."

 

"She didn't die, did she?"

 

"Oh heavens no, it's not like he's cruel or anything..."

 

"That's not what I'VE heard..."

 

"Well he does go in for some of those games, you know. Master Windu loved it, before she wound up... well, you know."

 

// Master Windu a SHE? // Obi-Wan nearly choked, trying to imagine the dark Councilor with hair.

 

A collective groan from the table turned his attention back to the gossip, which was becoming increasingly odd.

 

"...Master couldn't walk for a week afterwards," another Padawan asserted. "It's said he's got the biggest cock in the Senate."

 

"I've heard that too, but I don't believe it."

 

"You will when it's shoved up you, Pell!"

 

"Oh, no, not me, I've gotten assigned to only heterosexual liaisons."

 

"You would. You are SUCH a kiss-up Pell."

 

"Hey! And anyway, does he even LIKE guys?"

 

"Oh yeah, don't you remember what happened to that Knight he had last year? What was his name..."

 

"Oh! The blond. Jilly had her eye on that one, as did half the Senate. The human half anyway."

 

"And why can't he satisfy himself somewhere else? I mean..."

 

"...what we do at the Temple, Lorge, you dope. Senate's bordello..."

 

"...hope I don't get picked for Council bed duty..."

 

"...won't take virgins..."

 

"...that senator from Kashyyyk delegation..."

 

"...Master broke my cherry..."

 

"...late for class in fellatio..."

 

"...later in that non-human dom/sub class..."

 

Obi-Wan's eyes grew wider and wider as he listened to the ever-changing cacophony of voices at the Padawans' table. This was NOT the type of gossip he was used to, definitely. He was about to stand to leave when another snippet drifted out of the tangle of people at the table.

 

"...Chancellor Jinn..."

 

He relaxed back down in his seat and enhanced his hearing a bit.

 

"...why you're so hung up on him, Fellay. He's not OUR problem."

 

"Well, maybe not yours, Pell, but he could be mine. I'm up for rotation to the Senate floor and he's STILL not satisfied, at least that's what I've heard."

 

"I heard it too, Fellay. Pell, leave her alone. Senator Jinn has the most insatiable cock in the Senate, and if you're up for rotation, Fellay, I'd specifically request not to be sent to him. After all, you've only had one minor rotation, right?"

 

"That doesn't matter, Ibla, Fellay's not a virgin anymore and she's a senior Padawan. If she gets Jinn, well..."

 

"That's not very nice, Sorda. I can understand why she'd be upset."

 

"But there's nothing anyone can DO about it, Lorge. Unless some new Knight drops out of the sky to satisfy the Chancellor, we're all screwed, so to speak."

 

A collective groan rose from the table and the speaker was laughingly pelted with foodstuffs, causing the Masters to yell. The conversation broke apart at that point, and some of the Padawans left. Obi-Wan sat still, thinking very hard.

 

After a few moments of that, he stood, returned his tray and headed out to seek Master Yoda. What he heard after twenty minutes with the ancient Jedi quite blew his mind into pieces.

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"... but, but... a bordello, Master Yoda?" Obi-Wan was finding it difficult to grasp the concept.

 

"A bordello it is not," Yoda replied sternly. "Senate's bordello it is."

 

"But... where I come from, we - the Jedi - were the peacekeepers. Diplomats, emissaries, helpers to those in need..."

 

Nodding Yoda said, "Here we are that too. Secondary mission it is to provide sex to Senate. But on secondary rule relies funding. A hard man is Chancellor Jinn. Believes he does that Jedi are better in bed than in field." Sipping his tea, Yoda continued after a moment. "Difficult it is. Requires only humans does Chancellor Jinn. Gone through 90 percent of the Temple he has in two years. Satisfy him no one can."

 

"I heard something about Master Windu..." Obi-Wan said hesitantly.

 

Yoda's ears drooped. "Retired now, is Windu. Wore her out, he did. But happy she is." Leaning forward Yoda tapped Obi-Wan's knee. "Jedi, you say Jinn was, in your reality. Jedi, he cannot be and still be in Senate. If Jedi he should be, then funding will he secure for us. Need someone, we do, to satisfy him, to find out if Jedi he should be." Calculating, glowing yellow eyes bored into the young Knight, who blushed.

 

"I-I don't know if I..." Obi-Wan started, instantly divining the old Master's plan.

 

"Told me, you have, that lovers you were in other realities. Lovers you can be here. Satisfy him, I think you can." Yoda nodded his head, narrowing his eyes. Obi-Wan felt the mild Force compulsion and resisted.

 

"But Master Yoda," he began, "Oh, dear. Well... I-I suppose I can try..."

 

"Do or Do Not! There is no try!" Yoda said sternly, whacking him with his gimmer stick. "And DO you shall. Go tonight you will. To Windu you will talk first, learn what Jinn likes. Kinky is he. Good in bed is he as well."

 

Obi-Wan sighed. It was going to be another one of THOSE realities.

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This Temple, Obi-Wan discovered, was very like his own, aside from one very interesting difference. Many, if not most, of the classes had to do with providing pleasure in one way or another.

 

There were classes in fellatio and cunnilingus, homosexual and heterosexual relations, inter- and intra-species couplings, dominance and submission and every single kink in the known universe. As Yoda took him across the Temple to the Healers' wing, they passed some of the classes and Obi-Wan was fascinated to discover unabashed live demonstrations taking place, most with Padawans of various ages clustered around, earnestly taking notes.

 

As they walked, Yoda gave him the condensed history of the Temple, which really wasn't so very different from his own. Only in this particular reality, the sexual facet of the Jedi order had been emphasized from the start. Liaisons with dignitaries of various planets were encouraged, especially if such a liaison could get a treaty signed or a war halted more quickly. Over the last several hundred years, as the Republic Senate had grown, its members had come to rely more heavily on the Jedi for sexual relief, until it was a given that the Temple would provide a cadre of young people - mainly senior Padawans and young Knights - on a permanent rotation to the Senate floor to service the Senators.

 

It was not until Qui-Gon Jinn had become Supreme Chancellor some fifteen years before, though, that the issue had become serious. Chancellor Jinn believed that the Jedi got better results on their backs with their legs spread than out in the field negotiating. His irascibility had grown as he had grown older and harder to please, until by now, the funding of the entire Temple depended on the Jedi providing a suitable partner to him.

 

The Healers' wing was lavish, sunny and warm and inviting. Master Windu sat in a wheelchair on a balcony that overlooked one of the interior gardens. Obi-Wan was surprised to discover that the female Windu was just as hairless as the male version, and that it actually looked quite good on her. She turned as she heard them enter the room.

 

"Yoda!" she exclaimed, her voice a pleasant alto. "It's nice to see you, old friend. What brings you to my little den of iniquity?"

 

"Mirra," Yoda said, perching himself on the bench that ringed the balcony wall. He nodded to Obi-Wan. "Knight Kenobi you should meet. Traveler he is. Long story he has to tell you."

 

Taking a seat and a deep breath, Obi-Wan again launched into his story. Mirra Windu simply sat there, her gaze focused on him as the tale unwound. As he finished, she blinked.

 

"That is... simply incredible. Yoda. Have you checked..."

 

"Checked I have," Yoda confirmed. "Obi-Wan Kenobi there is not in the Order. Yet sits there he does, with lightsaber and information only a knight would have."

 

"Not to mention a Force aura that could topple a bantha," Windu murmured, nodding.

 

"Has information he does, on Qui-Gon Jinn."

 

Windu flinched. "Qui-Gon..." she muttered, her mouth turning up into a wry grin.

 

"In my reality, and in most realities I've been to," Obi-Wan said, "Qui-Gon was a Jedi Master. He was my Master, in fact. Even if he's not a Jedi in this reality, it's possible he should be."

 

Raising one hairless eyebrow, Mirra Windu studied the young Knight. "He was your Master? Then you were lovers in your reality."

 

"Well, no," Obi-Wan said, swallowing. "But I have been his lover... and her lover too... in other realities. I hope to find a reality where I can be with him permanently."

 

Digesting this bit of information, Windu abruptly turned to Yoda. "You mean to send him to Jinn, don't you."

 

"Who better?" Yoda shrugged. "Able to satisfy Jinn no one else has, since you. Lovers they have been in other realities. Why not this one?"

 

"But... Jinn will eat him alive!" Windu said.

 

"The point that is!" Yoda snapped back. "Funding we need. Deny it, Jinn will, unless satisfied. Do this we must, one way or another."

 

Windu shook her head slowly. "I don't know, Yoda..."

 

Obi-Wan found himself increasingly nervous as their argument continued. True, this was Qui-Gon, the man he loved. But he had seen so many different facets of Qui-Gon... from slightly addled hermit to a veritable god... what could this one do to him? Clearing his throat slightly to get their attention, he said, "If I'm going to do this, I might as well get it over with."

 

Yoda was smug, Windu was concerned, but both agreed and Windu began talking, teaching him the likes and dislikes of Qui-Gon Jinn, the abridged syllabus.

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Late that afternoon, Obi-Wan was being bathed and was finding it hard to maintain his serenity. He had eaten lightly and meditated after talking most of the day with Master Windu, listening to a catalog of kinks that both appalled and - he had to admit - slightly aroused him. Windu then directed him to the baths, where Obi-Wan relieved himself and was thoroughly cleaned, inside and out.

 

Hair trimmed, body bathed, massaged and oiled, he was dressed in modified Jedi tunics made of a soft, silken material, and low, flexible boots. Yoda came to fetch him and nodded approvingly. "Good you look," the irascible old Master said. "Talked long you did with Mirra, bathed you have, ready you are. Go we shall."

 

Nervous, attempting to hold on to his serenity with both fists, Obi-Wan draped his cloak over him and raised the hood. Together they left the Temple and took a private shuttle to the Senate Building.

 

Chancellor Jinn's private secretary let them into the Chancellor's quarters, indicating various libations and letting them know that Chancellor Jinn would be returning from the Senate floor in an hour. Yoda patted Obi-Wan's knee. "Go now I shall. Report to me, you will, tomorrow. May the Force be with you."

 

As Yoda tottered out of the room, Obi-Wan muttered, "It had certainly BETTER be."

 

The Chancellor's quarters were opulent, but understated. The sofa looked like an ordinary sofa until closely examined; then Obi-Wan determined it was covered in pure Astellian silk, which would not stain and dissipated all body heat. The bar seemed to be only minimally stocked, until he noticed that what was there was extremely expensive and unbelievably rare. To his surprise, he also noted Abinstin, a potent, quasi-illegal aphrodisiac. Sighing fatalistically, he selected a 350 year old Correllian brandy and poured himself a few fingers, then sat on a chair in a shadowy corner near the floor-to-ceiling window and waited.

 

The Chancellor put in an appearance after just over an hour, as promised. He swept into the room followed by his personal secretary and three other aides, all of which were talking rapidly and taking notes on datapads. Obi-Wan stayed where he was, out of the way, and watched carefully.

 

Qui-Gon was much the same as he had been in the other realities. His hair was shorter and the beard was merely a goatee, but both were shot with silver and his eyes were the same intense blue. He still carried himself more like a warrior than a politician, and the instructions he snapped out to his aides were in the customary growl.

 

He moved immediately to the bar and poured himself half a glass of white wine, continuing to issue orders left and right. Eventually, the other aides left, leaving him alone with his secretary. "Anything else on for tonight then, Thalla?" he asked, wearily scrubbing his face.

 

"No, sir," she answered. "However, the Temple has sent you a new candidate..." the efficient young woman indicated the shadowy chair where Obi-Wan still sat. Qui-Gon looked up quickly and his eyes narrowed. Silence fell for a long moment.

 

"Very well, that will be all then, Thalla. Have a good evening."

 

"Thank you sir. You too sir," she said, bowing her way out of the room.

 

Both men remained where they were, Qui-Gon standing behind the bar sipping his drink, Obi-Wan an a chair in the shadow near the window. The young Knight knew that Qui-Gon could not see his face clearly, and used that to his advantage, continuing to study the big man for similarities and differences between him and the other Qui-Gons he had known. Finally, Qui-Gon finished his wine and spoke, his voice impersonal and soft.

 

"Stand up, please. I'd like to see you."

 

Leaving his cloak to puddle on the chair, Obi-Wan did, stepping a few paces towards the bar so that he was framed in the indirect lighting. Deep blue eyes swept up and down, examining him. "What's your name?"

 

"Obi-Wan Kenobi, sir," Obi-Wan answered quietly.

 

"And a Knight to boot," Qui-Gon mused. "How is it I haven't seen you yet, young Knight?"

 

A smile dancing around his lips, Obi-Wan replied, "It's a long story. I'm rather new here."

 

Stepping around the bar, Qui-Gon clasped his hands behind his back and walked a slow circle around Obi-Wan, who continued to stand easily. The gentle Force probes Obi-Wan sent to Qui-Gon revealed tight, natural shielding, but he could detect no darkness, nothing evil or with bad intent. He was still somewhat nervous, but the probes reassured him, and he was amused to note he was already half-hard in anticipation.

 

Finally Qui-Gon stopped his inspection tour and stood directly before Obi-Wan. One large, warm hand tipped his chin up slightly so that Obi-Wan met his eyes. "Lovely," he murmured, gazing down into gray-green eyes.

 

Fighting back a grin, Obi-Wan merely said "Thank you," while one eyebrow tipped up.

 

"Ah," Qui-Gon said, his own face totally inscrutable, "I amuse you. I guess that's better than abject terror." His thumb brushed across Obi-Wan's lower lip sensuously. "Strip for me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Please." He took a half step back and leaned against the bar, watching the Knight through lowered eyelids.

 

Fighting back giggles at the incongruity of the situation, Obi-Wan slowly untied the sash that held his tunics together, letting it drop to the floor. As he unfastened the cuffs, he kicked off his boots, then shrugged out of his tunic, letting it fall to the floor as well. He let his hands rest on the waistband of his light trousers, but didn't go any further. Qui-Gon raised on eyebrow in silent question.

 

"It's only fair that I should see what I'm getting into as well," he said, his voice low.

 

Qui-Gon blinked as he absorbed the Knight's words. After a moment, he shrugged and began undoing the clasps to his elaborate surcoat and tunic. Stepping up to him, Obi-Wan said, "Allow me," and took over, hyperaware that Qui-Gon's eyes were scrutinizing his every move.

 

In short order, Qui-Gon was also bare to the waist. Kneeling, Obi-Wan unfastened the clasps to the mid-calf boots the big man wore, then helped him out of them, setting the footwear aside. Then he rose gracefully to stand before Qui-Gon, inspecting him as well.

 

"And do I meet with your approval, Knight?" Qui-Gon asked, his voice a low rumble.

 

"Splendidly," Obi-Wan breathed, gently brushing Qui-Gon's chest with his hands. One fingertip described a lazy spiral into the taller man's left nipple and Obi-Wan could tell from the hitch in Qui-Gon's breath - as well as the noticeable bulge in the elegantly tailored trousers - that he was having an effect.

 

Just as his fingertip was about to flick one erect nipple, Qui-Gon grabbed his hand. "We're taking this to a more appropriate venue now," he growled, staring down at the young man taunting him.

 

"As you wish, sir," Obi-Wan breathed, moistening his parted lips. Abruptly he was pulled into a crushing embrace and Qui-Gon's mouth locked on his, stealing his breath and his wits.

 

The kiss was as short as it was rough, leaving Obi-Wan reeling with sensation. Then Qui-Gon was pulling him, stumbling, into the adjoining bedroom, where a large, comfortable-looking bed awaited. Releasing the younger man, Qui-Gon sprawled on the edge, leaning back with his weight on his bent elbows. Obi-Wan stood between his parted knees, staring down at him, breathing elevated.

 

"Knight Kenobi," Qui-Gon purred, his eyes narrowing. "You may have heard about me and my... desires."

 

Acknowledging this with slight smile, Obi-Wan said nothing.

 

"Well, most of what you've heard is true." When Obi-Wan still remained silent, Qui-Gon chuckled. "What do you intend to do about that, then?" he asked.

 

Making a show of thinking, Obi-Wan finally leaned forward and placed his hands on broad shoulders. "I think we'll start with this," he whispered, then pushed the bigger man down to his back, straddling his groin. Leaning in, Obi-Wan veered at the last second, avoiding lips parted and ready for him to gently nuzzle Qui-Gon's neck, nibbling on an earlobe. His tongue then laved the soft skin of the Chancellor's jaw, working his way down to kiss and lick at his adam's apple and swirl in the hollow of his throat before coming back up and hovering once again over parted lips.

 

"I think this a good place to start, yes?" Obi-Wan breathed, then let his tongue taste Qui-Gon's mouth before gently prodding inside. His hands still on the strong shoulders, he could feel the muscles tense and could also feel the tremendous bulge prodding his ass as he leaned over the strong frame. A soft groan was his answer as he continued to lightly tease and caress the soft, generous lips, darting his tongue inside for quick tastes then retreating, only to return.

 

Abruptly, he was engulfed in big hands and arms. The world tilted as he found himself flipped, and Qui-Gon was suddenly on top of him, wrapped around him, devouring his mouth and drinking deeply. Obi-Wan allowed it for a moment, letting Qui-Gon take what he wanted, but then pushed back gently, gentling the kiss even as he locked his bare feet around the bigger man's hips and ground up into his erection.

 

"Shhh... Qui-Gon... we've got all night, as long as you wish," he whispered into the sensuous mouth still trying to ravage him.

 

"You... taste... oh, so good..." Qui-Gon mumbled, his fingers tangling in red-gold hair.

 

Sighing, Obi-Wan dipped his own tongue deeply into the other's mouth, dueling briefly, then allowing himself to taste. His hands moved from broad shoulders to rub at the tense muscles of Qui-Gon's neck, smoothing out knots and soothing the big man with his touch. He turned his head gently, kissing his way across the bearded jaw to the smooth cheek and onto the neck, licking and nibbling at an earlobe.

 

Qui-Gon buried his face in Obi-Wan's neck, licking, kissing and nipping. Obi-Wan hissed and bucked up involuntarily as Qui-Gon found a particularly sensitive spot; immediately the bigger man latched on and began sucking, creating a passion mark as Obi-Wan cried out softly.

 

Finally, Qui-Gon lifted his head to look down at the young Knight he was ravishing. "Gods... I've not felt this way...Where have you been?"

 

"It doesn't matter," Obi-Wan answered, brushing silver-shot hair out of deep blue eyes. "I'm here now. You can have me whatever way you like, as often as you'd like. For the rest of the night, I'm yours."

 

Groaning, Qui-Gon kissed him again, wetly and passionately. "Oh... need..."

 

Lifting his hips once again to grind his erection into Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan said, "Then fuck me. Now!"

 

Eyes flying wide open, Qui-Gon gasped at the preemptory command. His mouth set in a firm line, he pulled the younger man's legs from their tight hold around his hips and levered himself up, his eyes burning as he yanked Obi-Wan's trousers off, releasing a heavy, thick erection. Kneeling between Obi-Wan's outflung legs, he let his fingers lightly trace down silken skin, pinching erect nipples and swirling into a tight navel. Reaching the tight, crisp curls, he bypassed the leaking, angry-looking erection to caress and fondle delicate ball-sacs, then to dive beneath. Bending his head, he sucked the tip of Obi-Wan's erection into his mouth, smiling slightly as the young man arched and hoarsely called out. Keeping up the constant suction, he pushed two blunt fingers past a tight anus, closing his eyes at the heat and tightness he felt.

 

"Aaaaah! Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan wailed as he felt his senses start to overload. Thankfully - or perhaps not, Obi-Wan thought hysterically - Qui-Gon released his erection at that moment.

 

"You're ready for me," he growled, scissoring his fingers in the tight, slick channel and making the younger man writhe.

 

"Yes," Obi-Wan gasped. "Do it! Please!"

 

Qui-Gon opened his pants and pulled out his erection, stroking it gently as he fumbled in the bedside table for a tube of sexual lubricant. Quickly coating his cock and groaning at the sensation, he once again bent over the panting Knight spread out on his bed. "Roll over," he ordered hoarsely, then kissed Obi-Wan again, hard.

 

Breaking the kiss reluctantly, Obi-Wan turned to his belly, rising to his knees. Qui-Gon stood by the bed, his hands on Obi-Wan's hips, pulled him up and spread his thighs; thick thumbs pressed at his anus, opening him; then a hot, blunt object pushed against the entrance to his body. Without hesitation, Qui-Gon plowed into Obi-Wan and the younger man screamed in ecstasy.

 

"YES!" Qui-Gon cried, pulling himself out to drive back in, hard. To Obi-Wan's impassioned wails, the big man set up a pounding rhythm, thrusting fast and hard into the willing body beneath him. His hands held narrow hips tightly, leaving bruises, but neither cared. A slight change in the angle and suddenly Qui-Gon was slamming against Obi-Wan's prostate with every thrust. Obi-Wan screamed again and came, pouring all over the bed and his stomach, coming so hard ejaculate reached his chin.

 

Not stopping, Qui-Gon merely set his feet and drove harder into the now-limp man, gasping and grunting, his eyes closed and sweat pouring off his face. To Obi-Wan's shock and delight, his penis did not get soft, and due to the hard massage on his prostate, he was ready to come again in moments. He began pushing back against the big cock pounding his ass, pleading and groaning. "Gods... yes... Qui-Gon..." he moaned, nearly overcome with pleasure.

 

Suddenly, Qui-Gon's movements lost part of their rhythm; he gasped, leaning forward, grabbing for Obi-Wan's shoulders to pull him even more tightly against him. "Coming... going to... come... Oh, oh.. oh..." With a last gasp and a inarticulate bellow, Qui-Gon came, deep inside Obi-Wan. The hot splash against his prostate was all Obi-Wan needed to push him over the edge again, and he too cried out as his come once again soaked into the bedclothes.

 

Qui-Gon sagged, and with the last of his strength, Obi-Wan managed to turn enough to ensure that the bigger man would land on the bed behind him. In doing so, the softened penis slipped out of its happy sheath and Qui-Gon groaned softly. Arms came around Obi-Wan's waist to hold him, tight and trembling.

 

After a long silence, Qui-Gon kissed Obi-Wan's sweaty ear and said, "That... was... gods. That was wonderful."

 

Grinning, Obi-Wan managed to turn enough so that he could look into Qui-Gon' s eyes. "That... was only the beginning." He watched with amusement as Qui-Gon's eyes darkened in lust, then leaned up and began his teasing, licking kisses again.

 

Shortly both men were facing each other, kissing slowly, letting their fingers dance over each other's flesh as they tasted each other's mouth. Obi-Wan rubbed himself, cat-like, against the big body he so loved, and allowed a little of that love to spill out and broadcast, quite deliberately seeking a reaction in Qui-Gon. Either this Qui-Gon was hiding it well, or he really was untrained; Obi-Wan could sense a slight reaction but no more than that.

 

Shifting slightly, Obi-Wan squirmed as his buttocks hit the rather extensive - and now quite chilly - wet spot. Gently breaking the kisses, he caressed Qui-Gon's face. "Let me up, love. We need something to wash us off."

 

Smiling in genuine affection, Qui-Gon rumbled, "The 'fresher is through that door. I'll get us something to drink."

 

When Obi-Wan returned with several towels, both damp and dry, Qui-Gon was sitting propped up on pillows in the huge bed. Two drinks sat on the headboard behind his head, and he smiled at the young Knight. Smiling back, Obi-Wan climbed over the footboard and crawled on all fours up the bed to Qui-Gon's long legs, his smile becoming feral. When he reached the big man' s upper thighs, he pulled out one of the damp, warm cloths, setting the others aside, and proceeded to run it across the semi-hard penis and testicles. Qui-Gon's eyes sagged shut in pleasure as the gentle caress continued. A slight nudge and he obligingly spread his legs to let Obi-Wan clean further in and up.

 

A sudden wetness of a different type made his eyes fly open to see Obi-Wan, still 'washing' his groin and running his tongue around one nipple. He groaned and his hands came up to cup the young man's head as teeth gently bit down on the hard nub. Abandoning the washcloth, Obi-Wan remained kneeling between Qui-Gon's spread legs and played with the bigger man's nipples, relishing the reaction his lips and teeth provoked.

 

After several minutes, he let his mouth drift lower down Qui-Gon's chest and abdomen, kissing and licking, until he reached the rapidly firming shaft. He spread himself out so that he was lying on his stomach, still between the larger man's legs, and looked up through red-gold lashes at Qui-Gon's face. "Something you'd like here?" he purred seductively.

 

Never taking his eyes off the beautiful man's face, Qui-Gon reached behind himself and grabbed his drink. Taking a big gulp, he growled, "Suck me."

 

Smiling, keeping his eyes fastened on Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan lowered his head and took the now mostly-hard penis in his mouth. Qui-Gon gasped and his eyelids closed as Obi-Wan engulfed his hot shaft. Using every trick he had ever known, and remembering what all the other Qui-Gons had liked, Obi-Wan focused all his attention on the flesh in his mouth, sucking strongly, using his tongue to flick the head and the hypersensitive underside, teasing with his teeth, doing his best to drive the big man insane. Qui-Gon lay back and enjoyed, struggling not to thrust into the hot mouth that worked him, his hands twisting the sheets as he panted.

 

Moistening his fingers with his spit, Obi-Wan let one hand drift down to play with the heavy testicles, then further to the smooth perineum. He felt Qui-Gon get closer to climax and concentrated on a smooth, intense sucking motion while his fingers teasingly circled the puckered anus. Gently he inserted one finger and hooked it, reaching right there...

 

Shouting, Qui-Gon thrust his hips up strongly and climaxed in Obi-Wan's mouth. One big hand unconsciously grabbed at red-gold hair and pulled as he groaned in sensation. Obi-Wan carefully removed his finger and milked the softening penis, pulling shuddering aftershocks out of Qui-Gon, who released his hair, patting his head in mute apology.

 

His breathing slowing, Qui-Gon grabbed at Obi-Wan's shoulders, pulling the younger man up to drape across his lap and kissing him soundly. The taste of himself on Obi-Wan's lips was almost more than he could stand. "You have a mouth made for fucking," Qui-Gon murmured, holding the beautiful body to him tightly.

 

"Thank you, I think," Obi-Wan answered breathlessly, threading his hands through the thick, silvered hair.

 

"Here, have something to drink," Qui-Gon said after a moment, handing the young Knight a glass and taking his own.

 

After one sip, Obi-Wan looked up in surprise. "It's Abinstin, isn't it?"

 

"Wine laced with it, yes," Qui-Gon answered him. "Does that bother you?"

 

Shrugging lightly, Obi-Wan took another sip. "I guess not." He looked at Qui-Gon speculatively. "Force users can purge pretty much any mind-altering substance, you know."

 

"I know," Qui-Gon said blandly. "But I hope you won't want to."

 

Smiling, Obi-Wan said, "No, I don't think so."

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Thanks to the Abinstin, Qui-Gon was erect again within a half-hour, said half-hour being filled with mind-blowing foreplay. He kissed Obi-Wan everywhere, licking and sucking until the young man was a quivering, pleading wreck. Then Qui-Gon knelt, pulled the younger man's legs to him, lifted them above his head and plowed into his ass as if pile-driving. Obi-Wan grabbed his ankles and hung on for the ride, unaware of anything other than the exquisite feeling of the huge cock splitting him in half.

 

Their shared orgasm was intense, and afterwards Qui-Gon fell on him, licking Obi-Wan's come off his chest avidly. They rolled over together, kissed and groped each other, drinking more wine, until Qui-Gon drifted into an unexpected half-doze. He woke to find his ankles on Obi-Wan's shoulders and the young man about to thrust into him. "Wha...?" he said, befuddled.

 

"My turn," Obi-Wan said, smiling evilly as he shoved himself inside Qui-Gon' s body. The older man yelled, then groaned, as he adjusted to the feel of the big cock inside him. Obi-Wan gasped and he clenched his eyes shut at the tight heat and pressure surrounding his penis. He fought to keep from coming too soon as he gave Qui-Gon the pounding of his life, both men yelling as if being murdered.

 

Remembering what Windu had told him, Obi-Wan was as rough as he could be, pinching erect nipples and jerking on Qui-Gon's erection, squeezing hard. And the big man loved it, writhing and gasping at the attention, begging for more when it flagged. When Qui-Gon finally climaxed, he actually blacked out for a moment from the intensity. When he came back to himself, he found Obi-Wan draped over his body, also out.

 

Qui-Gon kissed the younger man's damp forehead tenderly, then tried - and failed - to roll them both over. Obi-Wan came to with a start, then smiled. Struggling, he managed to pull himself off the bigger man, both of them groaning as they turned. "I'm going to need a chiropractor or an acupuncturist," Qui-Gon muttered as he shifted somewhat painfully. When Obi-Wan tried to move away, though, his arms tightened, keeping the younger man secure next to him.

 

"I'll give you a massage when I've found my brains," Obi-Wan said, sagging into the big man's chest.

 

"Let me know where you find them, maybe mine are there too," Qui-Gon replied, nuzzling the sweaty, tawny hair.

 

Obi-Wan insinuated his legs between Qui-Gon's, demanding a more comprehensive embrace, and Qui-Gon was glad to oblige. They both reeked of sweat and sex, an aphrodisiac more powerful than the Abinstin. After a few moments, their hearts stopped racing quite so fast and their breathing settled. Qui-Gon shifted his nuzzling down to Obi-Wan's lips, kissing him gently and tenderly, almost bringing the young Knight to tears.

 

"It feels so good to kiss you again," Obi-Wan murmured into the embrace, then froze.

 

"What?" Qui-Gon asked, puzzled. When Obi-Wan shook his head, he insisted. "Why did you say that, Obi-Wan?"

 

"I'm sorry, Qui-Gon. It was a slip of the tongue."

 

Qui-Gon hadn't become Chancellor by missing opportunities. He tightened his hold on the young Knight and said, "Now you'll have to explain. And while you're at it, you'll have to explain why I feel so at ease with you, even though I just met you. Tell me how you know which buttons to push in me as well, and I know that's not just because you've spoken with Mirra." Looking down into sad gray-green eyes, he continued. "It's all connected, isn't it."

 

Finally, the young man sighed. "Yes. It is. And it's along story. But I know you," here he looked up and grinned at the older man's puzzled and skeptical expression, "you won't give up until you have the whole story. So..."

 

It was a long story, but Obi-Wan was practiced at telling it. The two men lay at ease for a while, then Qui-Gon propped them up on pillows. They sipped their wine and Obi-Wan wiped them down, and still he talked. Finally, he wound down, placed his head over Qui-Gon's chest and just listened to the big heart beating. Qui-Gon had remained silent throughout, his face impassive, absorbing without comment.

 

After a long period of silence, Qui-Gon finally began speaking again. "I probably should have gone to the Temple, but my father had other ideas, and kept me away from the Jedi. So yes, I'm fairly certain I'm Force sensitive. It's not something I broadcast. But I feel I do more good in the Senate than in the Temple, so that's not going to change."

 

"You're too old to train anyway," Obi-Wan grinned up at him. Qui-Gon snorted.

 

"Whatever. But I've never had any intentions of cutting the Temple's funding... Yoda is just an old busy-body with too much time to think. Just because I've been unable..." He swallowed heavily and his arms tightened around Obi-Wan. "This job is stressful, there are so few I can really trust, really turn to for help, for companionship. I-I've been looking. Looking for something... and I think I found it in you. Please don't go."

 

Obi-Wan closed his eyes in pain. The plea in that voice... coming from a proud man with a strong mind... was almost enough to make him stay. But the damned Force... it prodded him, urged him on, drove him. "I-I can't stay. I have to go. I want to stay. Oh, how I want... I want to stop. I'm tired, Qui-Gon. But I can't."

 

Squeezing his shoulders, Qui-Gon rested his cheek on top of Obi-Wan's head. "Then I'd rather serve the damned Republic with its idiot bureaucrats than your Force," he said, his voice low and fierce. He dragged Obi-Wan up for a hard kiss that immediately gentled, then gradually stopped. Obi-Wan went back to his place on Qui-Gon's chest. His hand began unconsciously fondling the big man's genitals.

 

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

 

"You say you've encountered yourself before? In your travels?"

 

"Yes, many times," Obi-Wan said sadly. "But I don't exist here, not in the Temple anyway."

 

"But you may, somewhere else."

 

A grin began to blossom as Obi-Wan realized what the big man was getting to. "Yes. I just might. Somewhere." Abruptly, he heaved up and straddled Qui-Gon, still fondling the penis that had become somewhat hard. "And if you look, Chancellor, you just might find me."

 

Big hands cupped his face. "Then I'll look," Qui-Gon said, roughly. "I'll look, and I'll ask Yoda to help me look."

 

"Then you'll find me, I'm sure," Obi-Wan whispered fiercely. Rising up slightly, his eyes never leaving Qui-Gon's, he steadied the thick erection with his hand and slowly sank down on it. Both men groaned and Qui-Gon surged up, impaling Obi-Wan further.

 

"But I'm going to take you tonight," Qui-Gon growled, his hands on Obi-Wan 's hips as he drove the younger man up and down on his huge penis. "If that 's all I have, then I'll have that." Roughly, he released one hip to grab Obi-Wan's erection that bobbed between them, pumping it strongly.

 

"Yes, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan panted, then cried out. "YES!"

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The Senate was abuzz the next day. The Supreme Chancellor had failed to show for work, and indeed, had called in sick. Unheard of. The gossip was intense, but the focus of that gossip could have cared less.

 

In fact, he was at the Jedi Temple by noon, walking very carefully and supporting a young, tawny-headed Knight who was also walking carefully. They had left an ecstatic Yoda with the news that the Temple funding was secure and now they sought a few minutes alone before the Knight had to leave.

 

Cupping the beautiful face in his broad palms, Qui-Gon said, "I'll find you, Obi-Wan."

 

"I know you will," Obi-Wan murmured, kissing one of the hands.

 

"And you'll find him too," Qui-Gon said, then bent and kissed the Knight tenderly. "Good bye."

 

"Good bye, again, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan said. He dropped into a kneeling posture - instead of lotus - and pulled out his 'saber. With a bang, he was gone.

 

 

 

 

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