Early Morning Dreams
by sidewinder (email@example.com)
Archive: m_a, my homepage
Category: PWP, romance
Summary: Sequel to "And I Moved". Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon
continue to explore their newfound intimacy.
Warnings: Anything resembling an actual plot has been
hunted down and killed. Perhaps next time there'll be
some point to all of this beyond pure unadulterated smut.
Or maybe not ;-) Song-fic again as well--figured I might
as well stay consistent within the series...
Feedback: always welcome
Disclaimers: the boys belong to George Lucas. The song
"Early Morning Dreams" belongs Pete Townshend.
/ This is the dream that I wake up dreaming
/ Lovin' my lover under dawn-pink skies
/ Perfect design that I wake up scheming
/ What I recall when I first open my eyes...
Obi-Wan gradually drifted awake at dawn, as the first
rays of light began to creep into the room. A heavy,
pleasant warmth enveloped him, from the soft blanket
covering his limbs and more so from Qui-Gon's body
snug against his side.
Obi-Wan flushed to recall the events that had led him
here, resting in Qui-Gon's embrace. Wondrous events,
moments he would treasure and never forget, and one
piece of knowledge above all which filled him with
His master loved him.
He drew himself tighter against his lover and let out
a deep, contented sigh. To have this...the one thing
he'd wanted for so long...he found it difficult to
believe it was real. He ran one hand lightly across
Qui-Gon's warm, muscled body, which he had only begun
to explore the night before. He promised himself he
would learn every curve, every inch of skin, find
every spot to touch or kiss that would make his master
moan with delight.
Qui-Gon's face was beautiful, Obi-Wan thought, so
relaxed as he slept on, the faintest hint of a smile
on his lips. Obi-Wan had long wondered if there was
something wrong with himself, that he should be so
captivated by his master, find him so breathtakingly
desirable in a way that no one his own age could
compare to. While the other apprentices and young
people he knew found companions and lovers amongst
themselves, for as long as Obi-Wan could remember the
only companion he'd truly desired was Qui-Gon.
The elder Jedi's long hair fell about his head, unruly
and tangled after last night's fevered activities.
Obi-Wan reached up to run his fingers through the soft
strands as he'd often yearned to do. Qui-Gon stirred
slightly in his sleep, responding to the touch but not
awakening. That was all right with Obi-Wan; for now he
was enjoying this indulgent moment of simply watching
his master sleep, and contemplating this new
development in their relationship.
He wondered what had pushed his master to take this
step now, when he had almost begun to accept that it
was likely to never happen--at least not until after
he completed his apprenticeship. Obi-Wan knew that
such intimacy was discouraged between master and
padawan. The teachers at the Academy had lectured upon
the subject at length, the dangers presented in
allowing feelings of desire and passion to interfere
with this most crucial relationship in a young Jedi's life.
Nevertheless, he hadn't been able to quiet the longing
in his heart once it had taken hold--he'd managed it,
yes, and tolerated it. But silence it? Never--
especially once he had begun to sense that his
feelings were being reciprocated in kind. Qui-Gon
could be a difficult man to read, as he appeared so
calm and controlled on the surface. Now and again,
though, Obi-Wan had seen that control slip. He'd
caught his master's gaze lingering on him slightly too
long, or sensed a flash of desire through their bond
that echoed his own.
He supposed it didn't really matter why last night
Qui-Gon had decided the time was right. Obi-Wan felt
too good at the moment to question it. He felt more in
harmony with the living Force around him than ever
before, as if his senses were newly awakened, his mind
clearer and more focused. Perhaps it was simply the
relief of not having to hold his emotions in check any
longer, knowing for certain that Qui-Gon accepted and
returned his love. His thoughts, however, became
distracted as he noticed the effects his gentle
caresses were beginning to have on his master's body--
not to mention on his own. He was becoming more than a
little eager to renew the activities begun the night
before, and the fact that his normally early-to-rise
master was still fast asleep--albeit now aroused--was
starting to give Obi-Wan mischievous ideas.
The young man shifted slightly, slipped his hand between
them and ran it down Qui-Gon's flat stomach, then over
his growing erection. He rubbed it gently, the touch
causing Qui-Gon to murmur lightly in his sleep, but
not enough to awaken him. Obi-Wan ran his fingers over
the length of the swelling cock, exploring its
texture, the soft skin that was just beckoning him to
touch it, stroke it, taste it.
He licked his lips, the last thought striking him as
particularly inviting. I shouldn't, not while he's
still asleep... Obi-Wan thought. Grinning to himself,
though, he soon decided, Why not? I could think of
much less pleasant ways to wake up...
Gently he slipped out from under the arm draped over
his back and slid down the bed. Pushing the blanket
aside, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty of
his master's naked form. But then desire got the
better of him and he lowered himself down to brush
his lips over Qui-Gon's erection. He licked
it lightly, savoring the first slightly salty taste
and sensing that it wouldn't be long now before Qui-
Gon was fully awake. Wanting to make sure his master
awoke with a smile on his face, Obi-Wan then wrapped
his moistened lips about the head of Qui-Gon's cock
and sucked down hard.
That did the trick.
/ This is the tune that you're always hearing
/ What you'll remember when you've broken the ties
/ We're dancing together as the sun is appearing
/ Again and again you awake in surprise
The body beneath him spasmed and he heard heavy gasp
for breath, and Obi-Wan looked up just in time to see
Qui-Gon's eyes fly open in surprise. Disorientation
faded quickly as the elder Jedi glanced down and
caught sight of his young apprentice, who couldn't
help but smile in satisfaction over getting the
response he'd wanted.
"Good morning," Obi-Wan purred slyly.
"Indeed it is, padawan," Qui-Gon answered, noticeably
shivering as Obi-Wan ran his tongue once more along
the swollen shaft. "I must say...that is an
interesting technique for awakening me if I sleep too
"Does it please you, Master?" Obi-Wan asked, hearing
the heavy desire in his own voice, sensing the impact
the seductive tone had on Qui-Gon. Before his master
had a chance to respond, Obi-Wan took him deeply into
his mouth again, relaxing and letting the hard cock
glide down his throat with ease. The moan this action
rewarded him with was quite satisfying, but after a
while he pulled back, not wanting to push his lover
over the edge so quickly. He watched Qui-Gon's
responses with delight as he alternated between light
sucking, slow licks and teasing kisses, savoring his
master's every reaction. The feeling of his building
need seemed to echo through Obi-Wan's own body as he
opened himself up to the Force, feeling it resonate
between them, magnifying every sensation. He sensed
the sexual tension in his master's body steadily
rising to critical intensity even as he did his best
to draw it out as long as he could.
Qui-Gon's hands ran through his short hair, reached
for his shoulders, and eventually urged him to pull
back, but Obi-Wan was not about to let go. He wanted
to feel the rush of his master coming inside him so he
could taste his essence and drink in the sweet reward
of his efforts. He slipped his hands under his
master's ass and swallowed hard just as he felt the
climax begin to rush like a wave through his master's
body. Hot liquid coursed down his throat as he heard
Qui-Gon cry out his name. The sound was almost enough
to make him come as well, but he drew back on his
connection to his master so that it did not overwhelm
him. Instead, he savored the warm waves of affection,
the sweet haze of satisfaction emanating from his
master. He kissed and licked clean the softening cock,
then strong arms pulled him up and Obi-Wan found
himself lost in a deep, probing kiss.
"Wicked imp," Qui-Gon teased when he finally released
Obi-Wan's lips. "I see I shall have to be very careful
about oversleeping from now on."
"Indeed, Master. However, it is not my fault if you
are simply to tempting to resist. And you did promise
me we would continue this morning what we began last
"That I did. And on the subject of temptations
difficult to resist..." Qui-Gon trailed off, as his
lips brushed against Obi-Wan's throat, "...I know of
nothing more tempting than you, my so very eager
"Oh, Force..." Obi-Wan groaned, as he writhed against
his master's body, seeking escape from the almost
unbearably delicious sensations those teasing lips
were providing. Obi-Wan groaned and whimpered, barely
managing to gasp out, "Master...please...!" when Qui-Gon's
hand brushed against his erection.
"Tell me what you desire," Qui-Gon murmured against
his ear, the sound of his voice so alluring and deep,
it seemed to reverberate through Obi-Wan's
entire body. "Tell me how I can please you."
"Master..." Obi-Wan sighed. "I want...anything...
"You'll have to be more specific than that," Qui-Gon
teased. "Don't be shy, love. Tell me."
Obi-Wan arched up and moaned loudly as his master's
teeth pulled upon his earlobe. A thousand fantasies
flashed through his mind, and before he could lose his
courage to speak he blurted out, "Inside you...I
want...I want to be inside you...but if you--"
"--whatever you desire," Qui-Gon insisted. A moment
later, Obi-Wan sensed him reaching out with the Force,
and suddenly the hand which had been stroking his
erection held a small bottle of scented oil pulled
from the bathroom. Qui-Gon sat up and straddled Obi-
Wan's thighs, the sight enough to make Obi-Wan catch
his breath and whimper. Qui-Gon pooled some liquid
into one broad palm and then wrapped his moistened
hand around the young man's erection. Obi-Wan groaned,
thrusting up into the slick channel.
"Patience, Padawan..." Qui-Gon said lightly and with
an amused smile. "A Jedi must not let passions control
him...far greater rewards are found in learning how to
control passion instead, learning how to savor the
pleasures of the flesh fully."
"Mmph...only you...could turn sex into a lesson,
Master," Obi-Wan managed.
"There is a lesson to be learned in everything," Qui-
Gon answered him.
Obi-Wan sighed and closed his eyes, trying to center
himself and find some measure of control when all he
wanted was to furiously seek release. It was very
difficult indeed, knowing that was his master's warm,
callused hand stroking him--and soon thereafter that
it was something entirely other enveloping him,
something so tight, so hot, so incredible that he
wanted to do nothing but surrender completely to the
"Master!" he gasped.
"I can't, oh...I can't..." He only wanted to thrust up
blindly into that incredible heat and feel it consume
"Yes you can. Focus," Qui-Gon demanded.
Obi-Wan struggled not to give in, drawing a deep
breath and trying to pull the Force in and through his
body as the air filled his lungs.
His every nerve was on fire with pleasure that started in
his groin and spread through the rest of his body to
his fingertips and toes. And yet he did want to hold
on, for this first joining between them to last as
long as it possibly could. He felt Qui-Gon reaching
out to him through the Force, and with his master's
help he found a small center of peace within his mind.
Seizing onto it, he then managed to command the Force
into giving him back at least some control over his
body and its responses.
Satisfied with his accomplishment, he let out his
breath and opened his eyes. And he decided he had
never seen anything in his life as beautiful as his
master looked at that moment, his naked body bathed in
the rosy light of dawn, hair falling loose over his
shoulders, his eyes filled with love and desire as he
looked down at Obi-Wan. "Very good," Qui-Gon
"Yes, it is...so good...so good..." Obi-Wan sighed,
biting his lip as Qui-Gon shifted slightly, pushing
Obi-Wan even deeper into his body.
Qui-Gon smiled, then began rocking his hips in a
steady rhythm, only ever-so-slowly building in speed.
Every thrust threatened to push Obi-Wan over the edge,
yet he held on to his center of control, wanting the
moment to last forever. Force, he'd never felt
anything like this before. He'd done his share of
experimenting in the past, laying with anonymous
others met in his many travels and during nights out
on the streets of Coruscant with young friends. But
always, this was what he'd truly wanted--who he'd
truly wanted: Qui-Gon. His soul screamed for more, to
merge with this man heart and mind, joined through the
Force, never to be parted.
"Master..." he moaned, opening his mind fully, his
every feeling to his master. He felt Qui-Gon reaching
out for him in return, until in a moment he could no
longer separate himself from the other. He saw himself
through his master's eyes, looking down at his
flushed, writhing body. He saw the look of wonder in
his own eyes, felt Qui-Gon's joy over being able to
give so much delight to his beloved. He felt the
pleasure of every deep thrust doubled, both the
sensation of being enveloped and being filled, and with
that his tentative control shattered completely. He
heard himself utter a cry of desperation as he
grabbed his master's hips and arched up, driving
himself in as deeply as he could.
Completion, satisfaction, utter bliss washed over him,
and for a moment he blacked out completely. The next
thing he was consciously aware of was Qui-Gon's body
draped lightly over his own, his master's lips
soothing away the last of his whimpering cries and
whispering his name.
"Obi-Wan, are you all right?"
"Perhaps that was a bit more than you were ready for,"
Qui-Gon apologized. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I
felt you reaching out for me, and I could not help but
"I'd be more than happy to repeat the lesson later
if...I did not respond to your satisfaction...once I
can remember how to move a single muscle again," Obi-
Wan sighed, knowing he was grinning like an idiot and
not caring one damn bit. "That was incredible."
Qui-Gon caught his no-doubt bleary gaze and laughed
softly, then he slipped down and pulled the younger
man against him. "Then I am happy."
/ You feel so tender--you feel so wet
/ You feel so secure--so deep in love and yet
/ The feeling is fleeting
/ You're a fugitive, safe at last
/ Your heart is beating
/ Will you relive the recent past?
They laid together in peaceful silence for a time.
Obi-Wan gradually put together his rather scattered
thoughts once more and finally remembered that they
were here, after all, on a mission. They probably
wouldn't be able to spend all day laying about in this
bed as much as he wished they could. "We will be
leaving Grii today?" he asked.
"Yes, later this morning. I made arrangements last
night while you were sleeping, spoke to Master Windu
to let him know of our success with the Oomari. He was
"Hmm," Obi-Wan answered absently.
Qui-Gon continued in a concerned tone of voice,
"Padawan, you realize...what we have done--what I
began last night--"
"--would not be met with approval by the Council, I am
quite aware of that."
"You have every right to ask for a new master when we
"I have no intentions of doing such a thing!" Obi-Wan
shifted and sat across his master's hips. "You would
not have begun this if you believed it would interfere
with my training, would you?"
"No. I have meditated and debated upon this for a long
"As have I. We belong together, Master. I have known
it since that first day you came to the Academy, and I
fought for the chance to become your apprentice. I
will fight now, if I have to, to remain here with you.
I will not let the Council or anyone else try to tell
me this is wrong, that this somehow will affect my
training in a negative fashion."
"Your concentration could become distracted."
"As if it hasn't been, all the nights I've spent wishing
I was with you, like this?"
Qui-Gon smiled. "I suspected your answer would be no
different. But I needed to be certain."
"And now that you are...what are we going to do
about this, then?" Obi-Wan wondered, as his hands
traced lazy circles over his master's chest.
"We will do our best to prove that our relationship
will not interfere with your training, nor with any
mission we are sent on. And we will be cautious in
showing our feelings around others--after all, there
is no need for the Council to learn of this for
now." He took one of Obi-Wan's hands and brought it to
his lips, kissing the fingertips lightly. "Though I
admit it may be very difficult to shield our feelings
completely from them."
"I will do my best. Whatever is necessary," Obi-Wan
"That is all we can do. And do not focus on fears of
what might happen--"
"I know, keep my focus in the here and now. And
considering where I am, here and now, I don't foresee
that being an immediate problem." Obi-Wan leaned down to
meet Qui-Gon's lips once more, deciding he would never
get his fill of his master's kisses.
Some time later, Qui-Gon murmured, "We should rise
"Well I'm a little spent right now, but give me a few
"You know what I mean," Qui-Gon chided him.
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan sighed, lying his head against
Qui-Gon's chest for one last moment. "I do love you. I
feel as if I always have, that I have been waiting for
this my entire life."
"And I love you, Obi-Wan. You have brought so much to
my life...so many things I had denied myself, feelings
I believed I could not share with another again..."
After Xanatos? Obi-Wan wondered after his master's
voice trailed off, although he did not speak the
question aloud. Had Qui-Gon shared this closeness with
his other padawan, the one who had fallen to the Dark
Side? Or was there some other before Xanatos who had
brought pain to his master's heart? Obi-Wan was
curious, but he felt that was information for which he
had no right to ask. Qui-Gon would have to reveal the
answers to him when and if he felt the time was right.
Instead Obi-Wan vowed, "I will not fail you, Master. I
will be with you always."
"I believe you will be, love. Now, would you care to
be with me in the shower? It might save us a little
time getting ready this morning."
Obi-Wan grinned. "I'm not so certain it will save us
any time, but I do like the idea."
"Imp," Qui-Gon accused again, rewarding him with a
playful slap on the bottom.
"And that's why you love me."
Qui-Gon chuckled and hugged him tightly. "Perhaps it
is, Obi-Wan. Perhaps it is."
/ Early morning dreams come true
/ I've proved it now that I'm here with you
/ You are here by my side
/ I'm siding with you
/ Early morning dreams come true...