Riding the Wheel of If
Episode Seven
He was still chuckling as he
came out of his light trance and looked around. Once again, the sky above Coruscant was busy with all kinds of air traffic. // Good.
// Looking behind him, he saw the standard
He knelt, once again centering
himself. // Thank you, Master Crowe, // he thought, before gently merging
himself into the Moment and looking at himself and his surroundings. The
strange Jedi had given him many tips, moreso even
than Master Yoda, and he was only starting to realize how useful they were. The
Force was becoming more and more accustomed to him, and he to it; it felt like
a comforting old blanket now as his attunement grew. // The Force is using me,
// he realized, accepting that knowledge into his calm center, // for what
purpose, I don't know, but it is. And this is not to be my home. Not yet. // Immersing himself even more deeply, he allowed his mind to
float along the currents of time, the past, present and future. // But it's
coming. I will find it, // he realized. And with that realization came contentment.
Standing, he pulled up the
hood of his robe and slowly went inside. He felt the need for further
meditation - especially after that last reality and his latest discovery - and
also for a workout and breakfast. But he needed to check in with Master Yoda
and to see if Obi-Wan Kenobi was here already first.
The Grande Promenade was
quiet, but it was early. He went to a public terminal and dialed up Qui-Gon Jinn. Qui-Gon was in
Yoda was the same as always,
and met him at the door. "Knight Kenobi! Off-planet I thought you were.
Come in."
Over the course of the next
few hours, Obi-Wan talked while Yoda listened, provided food and drink, and
asked questions. Either Obi-Wan was becoming more
adept at telling his story, or Yoda was less apt to disbelieve. Whatever the
reason, there was little he had to do to prove himself. When Obi-Wan asked
about this, smiling, the little Master snorted.
"Grounded you are in
Living Force. More grounded than Knight Kenobi has ever been. Different is your
aura, too."
Standing, Yoda began to pace,
his eyes down. "Worried, I have been about Obi-Wan. A great Knight he
should be, but much anger there is in him. Anger and frustration, but from
where I do not know.
"Worried about Obi-Wan I
am, but more worried I have been about my Padawan.
Unhappy, he is. Grounded in the Force he is no longer. Relieved him of duty,
the Council has, although against my advice it was. Fought much, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan did while still Master and Padawan." Yoda sighed, his ears drooping. "The same
man Qui-Gon has not been since Xanatos
died."
Sipping his tea, Obi-Wan
watched Master Yoda. "When did Xanatos die here?
And, more importantly how did he die? Did Qui-Gon
kill him?"
Yoda stopped, shocked.
"Kill him? No! Why Xanatos would Qui-Gon kill?"
"In my world, Xanatos turned to the dark as a Padawan,"
Obi-Wan explained to the flabbergasted Master. "I take it that didn't
happen here."
"No, it did not,"
Yoda said, sitting once again. "Strong in the Force was Xanatos, a good Knight. Killed on a mission with Qui-Gon, he was. Failed to protect him, I am thinking Qui-Gon feels. Long ago it was, and thought I did that taking
another Padawan would help. Know now, I do, it did
not."
"Are Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon lovers then?" Obi-Wan asked, and was startled to get as much of a reaction from that question
as his previous question had.
"Lovers? Lovers?
Against the Code is this! Master and Padawan they
were, lovers they could NOT be!"
The old Obi-Wan might have let
it lie there, but the Obi-Wan who had recently been led around by the nose by
the Force could not. And right now, the Force was basically bludgeoning him,
telling him that this was the problem in this reality. "Ah. I begin to
see, Master Yoda," he said, his eyes narrowing. Quickly, he rattled off
the Code, looking directly at Yoda as he did so. "Is that the Code of this
reality?" he asked.
Nodding, Yoda said, "It
is."
"Where, then, does it
expressly forbid... anything?" Obi-Wan smiled at Yoda's floundering
expression. "Perhaps rather than against the Code, it is against custom,
which is not the same thing, I'm sure you'll agree. Share meditation with me? I
have some things to show you. I may not be 900 years old," and here he
grinned at the diminutive Master, "but sometimes I feel as though I have
900 years worth of experience."
His expression still
thunderous, Yoda nevertheless sat with Obi-Wan and composed himself for
meditation. Obi-Wan dropped his shields to allow the elderly Master into his
mind, and showed him what the Force had been telling him. Yoda's emotional
reaction was immediate and incredulous, as he struggled to come to terms with
the idea.
Obi-Wan gleaned that in this
reality, sexual liaisons were permitted, but for some reason further intimacy
was considered against the Code. Particularly for Master and Padawan, as that was considered almost a parent-child
relationship and therefore sacrosanct. In his dealings with the Force,
however, Obi-Wan had come to realize that such a world-view actually went
against what the Force was all about. He explained further once they came out
of meditation.
"In almost every reality
where both Qui-Gon and I have been alive and here,
we've been together," Obi-wan said softly. "If he hadn't died in my
reality, I meant to approach him on my knighting day to form a bond." He
smiled to realize that he was finally coming to terms with that tragedy and
relegate it to its proper place in his heart. "I think it's possible that
we-that they were meant to be together here too, and the problems they are
having stem from them denying that."
Studying Yoda carefully,
Obi-Wan added, "The Force has shown me that love - in all its wondrous
forms - is the power which truly runs the universe and all its realities.
Perhaps the reason I'm finding our love... the love of Qui-Gon
for Obi-Wan and vice versa... central to every reality I travel is because of
who I am. Maybe another traveler would find another pair. I don't know. But the
Force speaks to and through me and I've discovered it's futile to ignore
it."
Looking almost defeated, Yoda
sat on the log he used as a chair. His ears drooping, his eyes downcast, he
spoke in a low, saddened voice. "Much meditation this will require. How we
came so far from the will of the Force I know not. Much upheaval in the Order
this will bring."
"Well, if I'm
right," Obi-Wan said, quirking a smile at Yoda, "then you have your
test case all ready to go. Let me talk to Qui-Gon.
I'll see if my assessment is correct." He leaned forward, touching the old
one's knee gently. "It's not that bad, Master. At least here you don't
emasculate the pleasure boys."
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It was a grim, slumped and
defeated Qui-Gon who answered their ring at his
quarters. He reeked of alcohol, and Yoda wrinkled his nose as he stumped into
the man's quarters, unasked. "Drinking you have
been again," he said disapprovingly. Qui-Gon had
eyes only for Obi-Wan, though, hungry eyes.
"So
what?" Qui-Gon answered his Master absently.
"Obi-Wan... I thought you were off-planet."
"Off-planet he is," grumped Yoda. "Return day after tomorrow, he does.
Obi-Wan this is not."
"Master, are you sure
it's not you that's been drinking?" Qui-Gon
asked, motioning for the two of them to take seats. He slumped in a big
armchair, retrieving the bottle he had set on the floor when they appeared at
his door. Yoda Force-lifted the bottle away from him and held on to it tightly.
"He's right, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan said, smiling a little at the byplay
between the two Masters. "I'm not the Obi-Wan of this reality. I'm from a
different one."
Looking between his two
guests, Qui-Gon said, "I don't understand."
"Understand you need
not!" Yoda snapped. "Know that it is true, what he says. Know that
certain truths, has he shown me." His ears drooping and his voice
dropping, Yoda added, "Know that... wrong, the Council is. Wrong in much,
we are."
Qui-Gon
blinked slowly. "All right. Then this is an
alcohol-induced dream. For I can't even imagine you admitting you were wrong. About anything. Master."
Obi-Wan laughed at that, then
tried to hide it as Yoda glared at him. "Sorry, Master," he said,
"but he's got a point. Your stubbornness goes across the reality
borders!"
Acknowledging the joke, Yoda
sighed. "True, this is. But not for me only. The
Council too is stubborn. Hard to alter perceptions it is,
when stubbornness gets in way." He looked sharply at Qui-Gon. "Much we have to apologize for. But know that not
yours is this Obi-Wan. Explain to you he will. Leave
you, I will now, Council session must I call." Giving Obi-Wan an
exasperated look, he said, "Risk all, I will, for love's sake. Tell me
that worth it, it will be."
"It will, Master
Yoda," Obi-Wan replied softly. "The Force wills it. I'm sure you feel
it too."
Nodding, Yoda hopped off the
sofa and moved to leave, still holding the bottle. At Qui-Gon's
inarticulate request, he clutched it to himself even more tightly. "Keep
this, I will. Need it you do not." He left the two of them alone.
The two men sat in silence for
a while after the aged Master left the room. Qui-Gon
finally murmured, "This must be a dream. I didn't even realize I'd been up
all night... so I must be asleep still."
"You've been up all night
drinking?" Obi-Wan asked gently. The older man nodded, distracted.
"I've not been sleeping well lately. Not since you left me, Obi."
Smiling, Obi-Wan said,
"Well. I'm going to make you a breakfast then, and I'm going to join you.
Then we'll meditate, and I'll help you burn off some of that alcohol so you
don't get a hangover. Then we'll talk. I have some news for you, I think."
As good as his word, Obi-Wan
made them both a hearty brunch with plenty of juice. Qui-Gon
surprised himself by eating most of it, unaware of the gentle Force suggestion
from Obi-Wan that he was hungry. Afterwards, the two men knelt on mats, face to
face, and Obi-Wan helped Qui-Gon drop into
meditation, while he removed toxins from the big man's bloodstream and showed
Qui-Gon his journeys.
Hours later, a haggard and
exhausted Qui-Gon swam up out of meditation to face
only a slight hangover and an Obi-Wan Kenobi he now realized was not the same Padawan he had raised. Puzzled, he cocked his head to one
side, examining the man who still knelt across from him.
"You look just like
him," he murmured.
"Well," Obi-Wan
quirked a smile, "I AM him. Sort of. Yoda told me
about what happened with Xanatos and how you and my
other self had been arguing. Can you tell me the story? I think I can help, but
I need you to open up."
They sat on the sofa. Qui-Gon started hesitantly at first, then
spoke faster and faster, as if the words had been desperately trying to get out
for far too long.
"I met Xani when he was Master Tooba's Padawan, just before he became a Knight. We liked each
other, sparred, talked... and we became more. I think I loved him. But there
was nothing physical between us. It would have been against the Code."
Qui-Gon
spoke of how Xanatos became a Knight, and how they
decided to work together. On their last mission, they gave in to their
passions, and became lovers. "One night. That's
all we had," Qui-Gon said. "He died in my
arms the next day." Xanatos was the victim of a
particularly nasty rebellion - one that the two of them had been sent to
prevent and couldn't. Qui-Gon blamed himself, but
refused to acknowledge it and so the feeling festered inside him. When Yoda
suggested he take another Padawan, he almost refused.
"I was afraid I could not
protect another one who relied on me," he said, haltingly. "And then
I met... "
"Me. Obi-Wan,"
Obi-Wan said gently.
"Yes. A
lovely young man, strong in the Force, who needed me. I enjoyed being
needed. It helped fill some of the holes left inside me by Xani's
passing. And you, well, Obi-Wan, anyway, whoever, you were a joy to teach. And
when I felt the stirrings again, I thought I could suppress them, knowing that
I would be near you."
"You love him, don't you
Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Force, yes," he
replied, burying his head in his hands. "But he obeys the Code. That's
what we had been arguing about. I could not corrupt him like that. I will
not."
"It would not be
corruption, Qui-Gon," the younger man insisted.
"For I am sure he loves you too. Let me tell you something... what another
you told me." Swiftly, he told Qui-Gon of the
reality where he had been female.
"A female
ME?" Qui-Gon said, dumbfounded. "What... what
did she.. I... look like?"
"Much like you do
now," Obi-Wan laughed. "That was the strangest part. She was tall,
with the same color hair, eyes, even your large, strong, beautiful hands."
Reaching down, Obi-Wan lifted one of the hands in question, holding it tightly.
"She and Obi-Wan... me... had been lovers in that reality. When Naboo came around... she lived. I didn't."
"She - and you-I mean -
her Padawan -" Blinking, Qui-Gon
couldn't seem to get past his tongue what he wanted to say.
"Yes. But let me tell you
what said. She told me that she was certain my Qui-Gon
loved me, even though I was not certain he had," Obi-Wan said, still
maintaining his grip on Qui-Gon's hand.
"Because, she said, she could not imagine being Qui-Gon
and not loving me." He looked earnestly into befuddled eyes. "Do you
understand? I feel the same way, Qui-Gon."
"You-love me? But the Code?"
"Master Yoda and I have
had some rather serious discussions this morning. I know that the Force has
been guiding me, somehow. In nearly every reality I've visited, I've done
something fairly significant, helped someone, and the Force has guided me. Of
course, there were one or two where I maybe should have stayed a bit longer...
but not even the Force could blame me for leaving in at least one of
them." Obi-Wan grinned at the big man who sat stunned across from him.
"Remind me to tell you about that one. Anyway. Ground and center, Qui-Gon. The
Force is guiding you. As my wise Master was fond of telling me, feel, don't
think. Trust your instincts."
Tears were flooding Qui-Gon's beautiful rich blue eyes as Obi-Wan finished.
Trembling, Qui-Gon reached his free hand out to
caress a soft cheek, and felt Obi-Wan lean into the touch. "You love
me," he whispered.
"When your Obi-Wan gets back, I intend to have a talk with him," Obi-Wan
murmured. "Until then, we get you cleaned up. Rested, fed, exercised: you'll feel like a new person. And by then,
Master Yoda will have bullied the Council. Right now, I think you need
rest."
Qui-Gon
blinked at him, his face slowly moving into a smile that was wonderful to see.
"I-I think I understand," he said quietly. "I've been a fool,
haven't I?"
"You haven't had much
choice in the matter, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan
insisted. "Yoda would not believe that love - the kind of love you and I
know about - was not against the Code, against the Force. But he knows better
now, I was able to show him. The Force speaks to me more than it ever
has." Smiling in memory, he brought the hand he still held up to his mouth
for a kiss. "When I was just a young boy, I despaired of ever gaining
control over the Force. You... or rather, my Qui-Gon...
always told me to wait, to be patient, that it would
come. And when it did, it would be glorious. Now, I don't know how I ever lived
without it."
Urging Qui-Gon
to his feet, Obi-Wan led him to the bedroom and helped him lie down.
"Sleep for a while, Qui-Gon," he said,
brushing silver-shot hair from the older man's face. "Rest."
"Yes, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon answered docilely, closing his eyes and slipping into a
healing sleep.
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Obi-Wan had expected to be
called before the Council, and he was, shortly after Qui-Gon
fell asleep. On his way there, he reflected how in the past such a summons
might have filled him with dread... no longer. He fingered the 'saber at his
side. The Force was with him.
And it was. The Council was
skeptical, aggressive, angry, outraged and incredulous by turns over the
hours-long session. They attempted to discredit him, to disprove him, to bully
him into admitting that the story he presented was a fabrication. But the
self-possessed young Knight who stood before them would not, could not, be
swayed from his convictions.
In the end, they were
reluctantly forced to concede that his control and command of the Force, his
understanding of the Force, was greater than theirs. He left them wrangling
over what to do and how to do it, saying only that he had left Master Jinn
asleep and did not want to leave him alone any longer. It was obvious to him
that he had made his point and that the Council would just have to find a way
to live with it.
It was late afternoon when he
returned to Qui-Gon's apartment. He checked on the
sleeping Master but decided against waking him yet. There was something he
needed to confirm first.
Sitting before the dataset,
Obi-Wan called up his files. Of course, they weren't HIS files, but voice
prints matched, and his other self used virtually the same password as he
always had. // Great minds think alike, // he thought, chuckling to himself. He
opened the journal files and began to read.
It didn't take him long to
discover that this Obi-Wan was just as much in love with Qui-Gon as he was. Definitely more conflicted though; many of
the journal entries were frantic, overwrought soliloquies on the nature of the
Code and how such feelings were wrong, immoral and improper, among other
things. Obi-Wan shook his head. This would not be too hard, but he had Qui-Gon to tackle first.
He moved back into the dim
bedroom and sat at the side of Qui-Gon's bed. The big
man already looked better - more composed and relaxed - than he had when
Obi-Wan first met him in this reality. It was obvious he had not been taking
care of himself - his beard needed trimming and his hair was a mess. The room
was cluttered with dirty laundry and empty bottles. // That
will be the first thing, // Obi-Wan thought determinedly to himself.
The second thing would be to
get Qui-Gon used to the idea that loving his former Padawan was not a bad thing. Although that would, in
theory, be easy; in practice Obi-Wan wasn't sure what would happen. And it was
fairly obvious from the journal entries that if this reality's Obi-Wan wasn't a virgin, he was the next thing to it. The last thing
he wanted was for Qui-Gon to drive his other self off
by being over-eager or by inadvertently hurting the man.
Obi-Wan knew what he wanted to
do. He wanted desperately to make love to the man asleep before him. But would
that be for good or for ill? He would have to think on it, and think carefully.
In the meantime, he gently shook Qui-Gon's shoulder
to wake him.
Opening his eyes, Qui-Gon smiled when he saw Obi-Wan sitting by his bedside.
"Was it a dream?" he murmured, and smiled wider when Obi-Wan shook
his head.
"No, Qui-Gon, it wasn't. I've met with the Council, and they have
come to see the light, so to speak," Obi-Wan said wryly. "Your real
former Padawan comes home tomorrow. We need to get
you cleaned up and ready for your lover."
Qui-Gon's
smile left and his eyes widened as he took that in. "I-I don't
think..."
"Hush." Laying two
fingers across the bearded mouth, Obi-Wan said, "Don't worry about that
now. Go get cleaned up, then we'll get some dinner. One step at a time, Qui-Gon. One step at a time."
While Qui-Gon
bathed and cared for himself, Obi-Wan straightened up
his room, making a pile of laundry and tossing garbage. The room was much
cleaner and brighter when the big man emerged from the 'fresher, clad in only a
towel, and he looked around in appreciation. "You
didn't need to do that," he began.
"Yes, I did,"
Obi-Wan interrupted him, laughing. "It hasn't been so long since I was
Knighted, Qui-Gon. And Anakin..." he trailed
off, frowning. This was the first time he had thought about Anakin in a long
time. How was the boy doing, he wondered.
Qui-Gon
was oblivious to his pause, searching for clean tunics and pants. "Well, I
appreciate it, regardless," he said, finding clothing a dressing quickly.
Obi-Wan turned away abruptly, picking up the bundle of dirty laundry and taking
it to the other room.
// I still want him, // he
thought to himself, shoving the dirty tunics and linens into a laundry bag. //
But I don't know... this is different than before. I'm here too, this time. //
Pulling his damp hair back
from his face, Qui-Gon emerged from his bedroom.
"I find I actually have an appetite, Obi-Wan," he said, laughing.
"That's something I haven't had for a while. Shall we go to the commissary
for dinner?"
"Sounds good. Let's drop this
off at the laundry on our way." Taking Qui-Gon's
hand again, Obi-Wan looked seriously into his face. "You look better now.
One step at a time... remember."
"I will."
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At dinner and on their way to
dinner, Obi-Wan scandalized the entire order in one way or another. He walked
with Qui-Gon, holding his hand or arm, and while they
ate, he often touched the bigger man, smiling into his eyes and making jokes.
At first embarrassed, Qui-Gon found that he enjoyed
the attention even if it did make him uncomfortable. Obi-Wan amused him by
telling him of his travels, sometimes actually making Qui-Gon
laugh out loud.
They were watched, but from a
distance. No one seemed to know what to do or how to react to their easy
intimacy, preferring instead to just watch and wait for the inevitable censure.
Near the end of their dinner, Yoda stumped into the room to get his food, saw
them sitting together and approached. The room held it's
collective breath.
"Qui-Gon,
looking better you are," he said, raking his
former Padawan up and down.
"I feel better, my
Master," Qui-Gon smiled.
"Good." Turning to
Obi-Wan, Yoda harrumphed. "Not decided yet the Council has. But going
ahead anyway, you are, yes?"
Grinning, Obi-Wan said,
"Of course, Master. You've always told me to listen to the Force..."
He reached across the narrow table and picked up Qui-Gon's
hand. Bringing it to his lips, gray-green eyes met indigo as Obi-Wan tenderly
kissed the callused fingers. " And I have no
intention of ignoring it now," he finished softly, watching Qui-Gon's eyes widen in shock and darken in lust.
"Humph," Yoda said,
watching the byplay sourly. "Very well. Stop you
I cannot. Perhaps stop you I should not. Headstrong you always were.
Humph." Turning, the little green Master walked to the cooks to get his
tray, ignoring the astounded babble all around him.
Obi-Wan ignored it too,
keeping the large hand at his lips. "I think we've managed to break with
tradition, don't you?" he asked, laughing lightly.
"Obi-Wan..."Qui-Gon's voice was strained and his forehead was beaded with
sweat. "I-are you sure this is the right thing to
do...?"
"I've never been so sure
in my life, Qui-Gon," was his answer.
"We're done, let's go back to your quarters and meditate. And... perhaps other things."
He stood, picking up his tray and taking it to the return slot, his hips
swaying in blatant invitation. Trembling, Qui-Gon
followed him, to the tray return, and out the door to the corridor. Obi-Wan
took his hand keeping it in a tight grasp when Qui-Gon
would have pulled away.
"What's the matter, Qui-Gon?" he asked gently, as they walked slowly down the
corridor.
"I-I don't know,"
Qui-Gon finally answered slowly. "I feel...
strange. Are you certain this is not just an alcohol-induced fever dream?"
"Quite sure,"
Obi-Wan laughed, tucking his hand around Qui-Gon's
upper arm. "And when your Obi-Wan comes
back..."
"You keep saying
that," the bigger man interrupted, palming open the door to his quarters.
"But you and he... you're not the same. Obi-Wan and I have been arguing,
fighting, for so long... I don't think he could see me as you do." Qui-Gon sat heavily on the sofa, his face sorrowful. "I
don't think he does see me as you do." Obi-Wan knelt on the floor at his
feet, and Qui-Gon caressed his cheek sadly. "He
doesn't love me, Obi-Wan, no matter what you may think."
"He does, Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan's voice was
soft and firm. "I've... I've done a bit of snooping. He DOES love you,
but, like you, he feels constrained by this ridiculous custom your Council has
inflicted upon you." Qui-Gon was shaking his
head a bit, but Obi-Wan wouldn't let him talk. "Give him a chance. I'm
going to talk to him, to explain to him..."
"It won't work. He and I fought, I said some terrible things..."
"It doesn't matter. It
doesn't," Obi-Wan insisted. "You could sprout wings and fangs and I
would still love you," he continued. "It will always be so, Qui-Gon. Always. Trust me."
"But... but what if I...
Obi-Wan, it's been so long. I feel, I feel... inhibited. This is not how I was
raised to think, not what I was raised to do," Qui-Gon
said, leaning back away from the beautiful young man kneeling at his feet.
"I love Obi-Wan with all my heart. But I'm so old..."
"Oh, let's not have that
one again, Qui-Gon Jinn," Obi-Wan said,
exasperated. He climbed to his feet to stand directly before the seated man,
feet apart and planted, hands on hips. "You are NOT old. And I have no
doubt that any inhibitions you feel you can overcome. I know you, Qui-Gon."
Still shaking his head
reflexively, Qui-Gon's face was dejected and his
shoulders slumped. He was sliding back into depression, and Obi-Wan felt he had
to do something desperate to prevent that from happening again. Abruptly, he
leaned in, his hands on either side of Qui-Gon's
shoulders, his face inches above the other man's.
"Fine. Don't believe
me?" he asked, his voice between a hiss and a
purr. "Then get up and walk away." Angling his head, he locked his
lips onto Qui-Gon's, devouring his mouth in a kiss
that made the bigger man gasp. Taking the advantage, Obi-Wan plunged his tongue
in to taste, ruthlessly eliciting a reaction. Qui-Gon's
hands came up of their own accord, but before they could touch Obi-Wan he broke
the kiss and danced lightly away. Standing just out of reach, he unfastened his
utility belt and let it slide to the floor with a thump.
"I want you," he
said, his voice low and sensual, a sexy rumble. His eyes locked onto Qui-Gon's eyes. "As much as he does,
maybe more. I want you to wrap those big hands of yours around me, to
pinch, to tickle, to caress my body," his stola
and sash followed the belt, leaving his tunic gaping open. "I want you to
bite and suck on my nipples, to lick my neck and my cock too." He used the
Force to snap open the buckles of his boots, then toed them off, leaving them
where they were. As he shrugged his tunic off his shoulders, he rubbed and
pinched at his nipples and kept talking. "I want to feel your cock against
mine. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole. I want you to suck me."
The tunic fell to the floor.
Frozen in shock and abject
lust, Qui-Gon sat and watched Obi-Wan disrobe, enrapt
in the hypnotic cadence of the unbelievably erotic words issuing from the other
man's mouth. "I want to taste you, too... I want you to shove that huge
cock of yours in my mouth and let me swallow you. I want to lick you all over;
your nipples, your neck, your stomach, even your toes. I want you to hold me
down and kiss me until I feel like I could die.
"And I want you to take
me, Qui-Gon," opening the ties to his pants,
Obi-Wan let them gently fall to the floor, gracefully lifting first one leg
then the other to slide socks and pants legs off. "I want you to shove
your hard cock up inside me; I want you to lay me flat on the bed or the floor
or absolutely anywhere and just ride me, hard, until I scream. I need to feel
you, filling me up with your cock." Undershorts
were the last to go, and Obi-Wan had to maneuver to get them past the raging
hard on he sported, but his eyes never left Qui-Gon's.
Finally, he stood proudly
naked, erect and flushed with arousal. "And when I've come all over
myself, and after you've come hard inside me, filling me up,"
Obi-Wan continued, his voice dropping to a throaty whisper, "I want you to
flip me over and lick me clean. Then we're going to do it all over again. I
want to break your bed, Qui-Gon. I don't want either
of us capable of walking in the morning." His feet planted shoulder width apart, Obi-Wan reached down with one hand and slowly stroked
his weeping, angry-looking erection. His eyes were still fastened upon Qui-Gon's.
The world had narrowed down to
just the two of them and the temperature in the room had apparently risen
several degrees. Qui-Gon panted, sweating under his
tunic and stola, staring at the vision before him,
aware of his aching erection, his sudden lack of saliva and the dearth of
available oxygen. His eyes fastened on Obi-Wan's
penis and the hand that pumped it. Suddenly, Obi-Wan groaned, deep in his
throat.
As if that were a signal, Qui-Gon found he could move again. Growling, he leapt to his
feet, ripping off his belt, sash and stola in one
fluid movement as he stalked to the young man, his eyes frenzied. Obi-Wan never
moved, except for the hand that continued to pump lazily. He looked up at Qui-Gon through thick lashes, his mouth parted, tongue darting out to moisten dry lips. They stood in
tableau for a heartbeat, then Obi-Wan whispered, "Take me."
Then they were kissing,
devouring, sucking the very life out of each other as Obi-Wan finished
undressing Qui-Gon. Not bothering to remove his
boots, Qui-Gon shoved his pants down his legs and
bore the younger man to the floor, biting and sucking at his neck and face
frantically, desperate to taste, to feel. Their erections ground together and
Qui-Gon suddenly shouted as his orgasm barreled over
him, shockingly fast. He slumped for a moment against the smaller body under
him, then levered himself up on his arms to look, stunned, into lust-filled
eyes.
"I told you so,"
Obi-Wan whispered. "Take me to bed, Qui-Gon. Now. We have all night."
"Yes."
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Wearily disembarking his
shuttle, Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi shouldered his pack and walked towards the
As he drew near, the figure walked
to meet him, then pushed back the hood of his robe. A
very familiar face grinned at him and Obi-Wan's mouth
dropped open in shock. "Wha...?" he managed
to stammer.
"I know, I know;
stunning, isn't it? I can explain, in fact, I'll explain everything. In Yoda's quarters. He's expecting us. I've got some
wonderful news for you."
Walking just a little
bow-legged, Obi-Wan escorted himself back into the
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