First Lessons 3
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Lush verdant rainforest flew by the amazed eyes of Obi-Wan Kenobi. The
forest was so alive with the Force it made his blood sing. In the
climate-controlled cabin of the tree-skimmer Obi-Wan breathed a small sigh
of happiness. He wouldn't have missed this for almost anything. The only
drawback was the fact that he was making this trip alone, without his
master, Qui-Gon. Glancing over at his traveling companion, a striking blonde
woman in simple garb, he let his mind wander back to the events of the
"Obi-Wan, your braid is coming undone, beloved. You'd best fix it.
We're due in the negotiation hall in a few minutes."
"Well, if a certain lecherous old Jedi Master would leave it alone,
my braid wouldn't come undone, would it?" teased the exuberant young
apprentice as he turned to the mirror to fix the braid and watch his lover
finish dressing. Qui-Gon tried to act indignant for all of two seconds
before laughing at his student's antics. Still overwhelmed by the changes
last night had wrought, Obi-Wan could scarcely believe all this was real.
It is real, Obi-Wan, believe me. As real as my love for... A
ripple in the Force alerted Qui-Gon and his padawan to a presence
approaching their quarters. ...you, Qui-Gon finished his thought as
he called out permission to enter, thinking it was their escort. Watching
for a moment his young love tie off his braid with a leather thong, Qui-Gon
finished adjusting his robe so that it would flow just so.
Qui-Gon turned to greet the escort only to find Councilwoman S'rina
Drag'sen from the Great Forest Enclave, a negotiator for the injured side in
these dispute talks. Her already pale skin was now milk white and her eyes
haunted as she spoke. "Please forgive this intrusion, Master Jedi, but
I fear I will not be able to converse with you at the negotiations. My son
has taken ill, and I must go to him. I just wanted to extend my gratitude to
you. Despite how it appears, your assistance in these talks has
been..." Words were choked off as tears began to fall.
Before Qui-Gon had a chance to react, Obi-Wan was already at Councilwoman
Drag'Sen's side, arm around her waist, leading her to a seat. "Shhhh...
it shall be all right, m'lady," Obi-Wan comforted, sensing the woman's
terror for her son's condition. "Your son is a fine, strong boy, I'm
sure. You'll get home and find he is much better than you fear." The
distraught woman turned her face into Obi-Wan's shoulder and cried as if her
heart were breaking.
"It's just that I lost his father to the same illness last cycle. To
lose our son as well..." The woman clutched at Obi-Wan's tunic, her
breath coming in little hiccupping sobs as she tried to quell her fears.
Catching hold of his master's eyes for a brief second and with a silent
plea for understanding and forgiveness, Obi-Wan gently dried Lady S'rina's
tears with the sleeve of his robe. "If it would help, m'lady, and with
my master's permission, I would gladly accompany you to your home and see
what I can do to help," Obi-Wan offered.
"Oh no - I cannot possibly take you away from..." S'rina began.
Sighing inwardly, both touched and disappointed by his soft-hearted
Padawan's offer, Qui-Gon clamped down on the sudden rush of loss he felt and
interjected "I wholeheartedly agree with my apprentice, Lady. You
require a traveling companion, and Obi-Wan has some skills at healing. I can
do without him for a few days. I may even get some sleep as I will not have
to listen to his snores," Qui-Gon joked.
I shall miss you, Padawan, he projected. But I am very proud of
your generous spirit. He feathered a mental caress across Obi-Wan's
"Master!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, playing at being affronted.
"I do not snore. It is you who has the awesome ability to shake the
snow from the mountain tops," Obi-Wan teased.
As I will miss you, Master. I was looking forward to continuing my
lessons tonight. Heat shot through Qui-Gon as Obi-Wan sent a mental
lance of desire towards him.
The light banter between master and apprentice allowed S'rina to calm her
ragged nerves, just as the men had intended. "I thank you, young Jedi,
for your kind offer. I am mother enough to accept and negotiations be
damned. I am in your debt," she said as she rose to leave.
"There is no need, Lady. We live by the Code, and we live to
serve," Qui-Gon replied gently, escorting her to the door.
"I will be ready to travel within the hour, m'lady," Obi- Wan
called out as he moved to the sleep chamber to gather his things. "I
shall wait for you in the hanger."
"Thank you once more, Sir Jedi," S'rina replied. "I will
be there shortly." The new lovers didn't even have time for a private
goodbye, for as the councilwoman left, the escort of royal guards arrived
and whisked Qui-Gon away to another interminable round of peace talks.
Now, hours later, a shift in cabin pressure brought Obi-Wan back to the
present. The tree-skimmer had begun its landing cycle, having at last
reached Eeoorrii, the capital city of the Great Forest Enclave.
Once he left the craft, Obi-Wan was caught in a whirlwind of activity. He
and S'rina were quickly escorted to the councilwoman's residence, where
Obi-Wan spent the next several hours in deep trance, helping to speed along
the young boy's recovery through his illness. Next there was a dinner in his
honor, though he tried to explain he merely did what the Jedi code dictated
he should - to serve others. During the meal he tried to be as dignified as
Master Qui-Gon, aware his performance could very well impact the
negotiations. Finally, after what seemed to him to be days of playing the
politician, he was shown to a private suite of quarters overlooking a
tranquil meditation garden.
One thing Obi-Wan had discovered quickly was that the verdant plant life
of the rainforest was kept so lush by intense tropical heat and gallons of
rain. Sweaty and intensely warm, Obi-Wan activated the door lock and quickly
stripped to the skin, leaving his saturated robes by the door. Walking nude
through his suite of rooms, he quickly made his way to the bathing rooms and
stood under the water of a refreshingly tepid shower, cleaning away the
Obi-Wan didn't bother to redress as he had been assured he would not be
disturbed for the night. So, still nude, he wandered into his sleeping
chamber... and stopped short.
A massive pile of silken cushions made up the bed, surrounded by a gauzy
bug net. A large, paristeel fan beat slowly from the ceiling, stirring the
heavy air and making it cooler. It was a sybaritic room to be sure and made
Obi-Wan suddenly desperate to hear his master's voice.
Retrieving his commlink from his discarded utility belt, Obi-Wan sank
into the luxurious mass of pillows with a sigh, closing the net around him
with a quick manipulation of the Force. Quickly reviewing his master's
schedule for the day in his mind, Obi-Wan settled back knowing Qui-Gon would
still be at the royal banquet held nightly. He replayed the astounding
events of the last few days while waiting for his master to return to their
quarters at the palace royal.
How quickly his life had changed. He had once believed that Qui-Gon's
love was unattainable, yet even now, half a planet away, he could feel the
elder's love wrap around him like a protective cloak.
The Master/Padawan bond they shared now sizzled with new feelings.
Thoughts were easier to read, as were emotions. He knew, for instance, that
right now Qui-Gon was bored to death and desperately wanting to escape to
his quarters so that he could contact his apprentice.
The men had yet to see how their new awareness would affect them in
training or combat, but Obi-Wan looked forward to it. He suspected they
would be even more in tune with each other than they had been previously.
Smiling softly to himself, Obi-Wan realized that for the first time since
he had begun to love Qui-Gon he was whole, at peace and loved. Slipping into
a light meditative trance, Obi-Wan patiently waited for his master, his
lover, to return to their rooms.
Never before had Qui-Gon Jinn's patience been so tested. The banquet,
with its constant backstabbing, bickering, slandering and maligning, had
seemed to go on forever. Always before he had had Obi-Wan to converse with
when his attention was not demanded elsewhere. The younger Jedi's quick wit
and saber sharp tongue could make even the most bombastic politician seem
foolish. Qui-Gon knew he should have curbed that impulse in his Padawan, but
his caricatures of the people they had to deal with were so refreshingly
honest and unvarnished he'd never had the heart.
Walking into the suite he shared with his apprentice, Qui-Gon at last
breathed a sigh of relief. No more politics tonight. Just peace and quiet...
and loneliness. He missed his vivacious young lover. How long had he loved
Obi-Wan? Not as a teacher for student or Master for Padawan, but as one man
for another. The emotions had blended and layered until each level of
affection was indistinguishable from the next. All he knew was that Obi-Wan
was as essential to him as breathing.
Tiredly stripping off his robe, tunic, leggings and boots, Qui-Gon made
his way into their sleep chamber and lay down on the large bed with a
tired sigh. The pillows were still infused with Obi-Wan's scent. Force, I
miss you, beloved. We've been apart for longer periods than this, but not
when our bond was so new. It's new all over again now that we've joined,
heart to heart and soul to soul, fire coursed through Qui-Gon's veins, soon
body to body in the fullest sense.
Reaching over to the nightstand, Qui-Gon grasped and activated his
commlink in one fluid movement. He wanted to hear Obi-Wan's voice before he
The melodic sound of the commlink chime roused Obi-Wan out of his trance.
Master, he thought as he switched on the device.
"Padawan. You arrived safely, I take it?"
"Yes, Master. The boy is well on his way to recovery. However, I, on
the other hand, nearly died of boredom. I had to sit through a state dinner
pretending to be dignified and proper, but we did arrive safely."
Obi-Wan chuckled. "I wish you were here, Master. The forest is so
alive, so full of the Force. It is stunning. Everything is lush and green...
"I wish I could be there too, Obi-Wan. Is the heat bothering
you?" Qui-Gon teased, only half listening to the conversation, focusing
instead on the star bright emotions being generated by his beloved.
"Hot enough to sleep nude, Master," Obi-Wan intoned wickedly.
That captured Qui-Gon's attention. A rush of longing swept through
him even as another 'lesson' formed in his mind.
"Nude, Padawan? How interesting... I'm sure the heat must be
stifling. I too find it a little warm in our quarters. In fact I was lying
on our bed and thinking of you, so I decided I had to speak to
you." Qui-Gon heard Obi-Wan's sharp intake of breath. "What were
you doing before I called, Obi-Wan?"
"Meditating, Master," replied the student. Thinking of all
the up-till-now forbidden things that I want you to teach me, Master,
came the mental caress.
"Was your meditation helpful, Padawan? Informative?" Qui-Gon
asked aloud. What forbidden things, beloved? What is it that you want to
learn; tell me, Qui-Gon asked heatedly.
"Master ..." Obi-Wan moaned. Qui-Gon feathered a mental caress
over his lover's neural pathways. The pleasure synapses fired and made Obi-Wan's
"Are you ready for your next 'lesson', Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked
"Now, Master ... but how?"
"Are you ready, Padawan?"
"Close your eyes, Obi-Wan, and feel my presence in the room with
you. Open your mind to me, beloved. Let me in." Closing his own eyes,
Qui-Gon reached out with his mind... and connected with his love's. He could
see Obi-Wan, lying naked on a bed of cushions, commlink clutched in
one hand, slowly running the other up and down his aroused body.
"Now tell me, beloved, show me what forbidden things you want to
learn." Qui-Gon began to run a hand over his chest, waiting,
anticipating what he would hear.
"I... I can't, Master. I don't know how," Obi-Wan gasped,
frustrated beyond belief. "Master... it's so warm. My skin is on fire.
I ache for you... for your hands and lips and arms and... all of you,"
the unbearably aroused young apprentice whispered.
"I ache for you too, Padawan. I ache in ways you are only beginning
to understand. Shall I tell you what I'm going to teach you, what I'd like
you to do to me?" Qui-Gon purred into the commlink.
A soul deep groan was his only reply as Qui-Gon watched Obi-Wan's
hand move a little quicker and a little closer to his rock hard erection. Yes,
beloved, that's it...touch yourself. Imagine that my hands are on
you, petting and caressing that beautiful body of yours. Take yourself in
your hand... gently, Obi-Wan. You cannot have release yet. A good time for a
serious lesson as well, I believe. Control your body, beloved. Feel the
pleasure, but do not give into it. Qui-Gon's thoughts flowed through his
aroused student's mind.
"I want to do everything to you, Obi-Wan," came the darkly
seductive voice of his master over the commlink, increasing the younger
man's pleasure, arousing him to greater heights. "I want you to know
pleasure unlike any you've ever experienced. Last night and this morning
were merely appetizers, love. The main feast is yet to come."
"I want you as you are now - naked, aroused and straining for
completion. I want to cover you with my body. Press our erections together.
I want to take them both in my hands and pleasure them together. To feel our
straining flesh rubbing against one another's. To milk our organs together
while watching you as ecstasy claims you. Watch you find your satisfaction
underneath me. I'm going to do this, Padawan, I promise. I'm going to watch
you throw your head back and cry out in pleasure and then... only then will
I take your mouth. I have very unJedi-like thoughts about that lush,
succulent mouth of yours, Obi-Wan."
Qui-Gon began to run his hands up and down his chest, pinching the
nipples Obi-Wan had suckled on only that morning. How could words - mere
words - throw out decades of training in self-discipline, control and
self-denial? Words meant to arouse his love, not him. His hand slid of its
own violation down to grasp his raging cock, and Qui-Gon bit back a
desperate moan, forcing his body under control, evening out his breathing so
he could continue to arouse his Padawan by sound alone.
Qui-Gon refocused and watched Obi-Wan's head thrash on the pillows
of his bed. His body hummed with almost as much energy as an activated
lightsaber. Every muscle was drum tight as he tried to obey his master even
as he increased the tempo of his hand on his throbbing cock. "Masterrrrr,"
Obi-Wan moaned hotly. Please.... please please please please, came
the litany over and over again.
"I want to turn you on your stomach and, starting at the nape of
your neck, cover every inch of your back with kisses. I want to give you a
nice relaxing rub down. Then I'm going to move lower - to those well-defined
buttocks and cover them with kisses as well. I want to see you, beloved, see
that dark amber rose hidden by those firm mounds... and taste you, Obi-Wan.
I want to taste you in that most intimate of places."
In a far off room Obi-Wan's body jumped with unrestrained lust. Gods...
yessss... He moaned. I want you to, Master. Obi-Wan's
overwhelming arousal finally loosened his tongue, and all the darkly erotic
things he'd dreamed of about Qui-Gon came pouring out.
"I want that too, Master," he moaned heatedly. "I've
wanted that for so long. I would watch you in practice, your hair flying,
your body glistening with perspiration, and I would want you so badly I
would ache. I wanted to feel your damp body crushed against me, pressing
into my back. I knew you would be my first everything. My
first love, my first lover, the one to teach me."
"I'm not innocent about male to male love. I've heard things, read
and seen things. Our travels gave me quite an education. I watched two male
friends once as they made love. I saw the beauty of their dance... and I
thought of you 'claiming' me that way. For the longest time that was my most
forbidden fantasy. Instead of my friends making love, it was you and I,
Master. You above and over and inside me. You moving within me. I want that
so badly. I want us to be that complete. Ohhhh, Master," Obi-Wan cried
out passionately. When, my beloved master, when will we make that fantasy
come true? Obi-Wan moaned mentally, wanting it so very much...
When you are ready, my love... not before. You still have many levels
of pleasure to learn before you are ready to learn that ultimate one,
Qui-Gon rejoined, his mind star-hot, his desire for Obi-Wan burning a
sizzling path along their bond.
"Master... please! I need to..."
Suddenly Obi-Wan felt ghostly hands run up and down his thighs while a
phantom mouth encompassed his weeping erection and begin to suckle. The same
ghostly hands moved to cup and spread his ass apart, and a single phantasmal
finger brushed lightly over his most intimate of openings.
Fire screamed through the Padawan learner's body. Every muscle in his
well-honed frame went taut - then snapped as he softly screamed out a
pleasure that was so great reality went hazy for a moment.
In their rooms, their bed, half a planet away, Qui-Gon smiled - almost
ferally - as he felt his love's extreme pleasure at that almost chaste
ghostly caress. When the time came for their real joining... Qui-Gon licked
at now parched lips... and forced himself to wait patiently. When the time
came for that act of love, it would be the most precious and priceless gift
anyone had ever bestowed on him, and Qui-Gon intended to cherish his beloved
as deeply as the man deserved. Letting out a final, calming breath, Qui-Gon
rode out his own pleasure storm, while waiting for his love to recover.
"Master... Qui-Gon..." came the desire darkened whisper.
"As soon as you're ready, Obi-Wan, I promise. Good night,
"Good night, Master."
In the now sated darkness of two separate rooms the connection was
severed, commlinks placed near the prone men, and the lovers slipped into
each other's dreams for yet another night.