Everything in its Time, Part 4/??
By sidewinder (sidewinder@fanfiction.net)
For full headers and disclaimers, see part 1.
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*** UNDER-18 Obi-Wan in sexual situations ***
*** with his master. If the idea of such ***
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Part 4
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They made it to the lake by mid-day, the sun hot
enough by then to make the prospect of a cool swim
a most welcome one. The only wildlife to be found
at the lake was a group of large, white-feathered
waterbirds. They took off for the far shore with a
chorus of noisy sqawks when the Jedi arrived,
clearly displeased by the intrusion. The lake was
not particularly large--Obi-Wan estimated that
swimming shore to shore would be a good workout,
but not too difficult. Nevertheless, it was as
impressive a sight as everything else on this world
he had seen so far. Low vegetation and grass led to
a rocky shoreline, and the water's calm surface
shimmered brightly in the sunlight. The only sounds
around them were the rustling of a light breeze
through the trees, and the chirps and cries of far-
off birds.
The lack of any intruding 'civilization' on the
scene was almost unnerving to the young man who had
spent most of his childhood on Coruscant, and time
since then traveling from one busy Republic world
to another.It was rare to find a place so
undisturbed and unexploited.
Qui-Gon took a silent moment to appreciate the
sight with his padawan, then walked closer to the
shore and began undressing. Cloak and tunic were
cast aside into a casual pile on the ground, then
he began unstrapping his boots. Obi-Wan began to
undress as well, though he could not help but pause
and steal a long look at Qui-Gon as he shed off his
leggings, then strode out into the shallow waters,
gloriously naked. Yes, glorious was the only way to
describe it. Not that Obi-Wan hadn't seen his
master naked before, countless times, but that
didn't diminish the beauty of Qui-Gon's body to his
eyes, particularly with his vision refocused to
view the other man as a future lover, not simply
his master.
Obi-Wan eventually forced himself to look away so
he could finish undressing before Qui-Gon could
wonder what was taking him so long. By the time
Obi-Wan walked into the shallows, Qui-Gon was
already far out into the deeper waters. The young
man took a few moments to loosen up and let his
body adjust to the cool temperature of the water,
and then struck out to follow his master.
There was something about swimming that Obi-Wan
always enjoyed, particularly in natural
environments--so different from the sterile, dead
waters of the Jedi academy swimming pool. It was an
exercise that worked his entire body and left him
feeling refreshed, not tired; sometimes he could
close his eyes and imagine he was actually flying,
riding currents on the wind, almost weightless. He
kicked forward more powerfully, and Qui-Gon glanced
back at the splashing noise he made. The elder Jedi
didn't wait for Obi-Wan to catch up with him,
though, he just turned back around and continued
heading toward the opposite shore.
Obi-Wan drew a deep breath and pushed through the
water, diving down until he could touch the
lake bed. The water was calm and
clear, and sunlight reflected off small yellow and
silver fish he spotted all around the rocky bottom.
Some darted away from him, but others regarded him
curiously or ignored him completely. One small
striped fish swam right up to him and skimmed all
around his chest and arms, following him as he
headed back to the surface for air.
"What do you want, silly fish?" He watched it
continue to dart around him, yelping when all of a
sudden it decided to nibble on the underside of his
arm.
"Leave me alone," he told it, swimming away to try
to catch up with Qui-Gon, though every so often he
would glance down and find the fish still hanging
close to him.
*Wonderful. Just like Qui-Gon, I'm becoming a
magnet for pathetic lifeforms,* Obi-Wan sighed to
himself.
A few more dives to continue his explorations, and
then he lay back lazily, eyes closed, content to
float wherever the water might direct him. Qui-Gon
could swim all the way to the other shore and back
if he wanted; Obi-Wan was content to simply float
around and relax, let the water wash away all
concerns and worries.
Peaceful...so incredibly peaceful. He stopped
noticing the little nips on his skin as his
newfound aquatic friend continued to pester him; he
was too absorbed in the wonderful feeling of the
sun on his body, and the perfect tranquility of his
surroundings. He felt more clearly in touch with
the living Force than he could remember feeling
before, aware only of the peace that was around
him, not a thought nor care about the future,
immediate or otherwise. After a while he began to
even lose track of his surroundings, daydreaming
about what this place must have been like when
first discovered.
His thoughts were rudely interrupted by a cold
splash of water right to his face. Flailing about
and sputtering, blinking the water out of his eyes,
he was shocked to see Qui-Gon just a few meters
away--and giving him a grin befitting a mischievous
young padawan, certainly not a Jedi master.
"What was *that* for?!" Obi-Wan blurted out with a
glare.
"For letting me sneak up on you, my padawan. You
should really be more alert to your surroundings."
"I was *trying* to relax."
"Being relaxed does not equate with being unaware
of the world around you. Particularly when you are
in unfamiliar surroundings."
"I understand. Point well taken, Master," Obi-Wan
answered. And then he scooted back quickly as the
large wave of water he summoned slammed right into
Qui-Gon's back.
The look on Qui-Gon's face as he was hit by the
wave and dunked underwater was worth whatever
punishment Obi-Wan was sure to face for it later.
Laughing, Obi-Wan turned away and started swimming
back to shore as fast as he could. Of course he
knew he stood no chance of beating Qui-Gon, but he
had to make the effort. It wasn't long before his
legs were seized by two large hands that
immediately pulled him to an ungraceful stop.
Fighting against his master's grip, he sent them
both off-balance and under the surface. Obi-Wan
squirmed to try to get away but Qui-Gon was
providing no opportunity for escape. The lack of
oxygen was eventually enough to get Obi-Wan to
admit defeat. *I give up!* he sent out, and
immediately Qui-Gon let go of his legs and allowed
him to come up for air, even though he kept a firm
hold on him by the waist.
"It seems as if I have a very naughty padawan on my
hands," Qui-Gon scolded.
"Oh, and it's not 'naughty' for you to splash me?"
"A privilege of the position."
Obi-Wan was not about to complain about Qui-Gon's
position, or his own, as he found them quite
agreeable at the moment. Qui-Gon's large hands
rested firmly on his bare skin, holding him close
enough that his back rubbed lightly against Qui-
Gon's chest and stomach. Obi-Wan was aroused by the
contact in a heartbeat--and if he wasn't mistaken,
he wasn't the only one. After taking a moment to
steady himself, he asked as calmly as he could, "If
I've been naughty, are you going to punish me,
Master?"
"Punishment is not the first thing on my mind at
the moment," Qui-Gon answered, a rough note to his
voice that did nothing to relieve the tension
building within his padawan. Qui-Gon eased Obi-Wan
closer against him, increasing the contact of their
bare skin. A sharp gasp escaped Obi-Wan at the
feeling and he couldn't help but wonder if he was
dreaming.
*Force, this feels good...please let it be real...*
"Very real. And it does feel good," Qui-Gon agreed,
though he still asked, "Are you certain you want
this, Obi-Wan?"
"Absolutely. I trust you." *I love you.*
//And I love you.// "But say the word and we'll
stop. I promise. You don't have to do anything you
don't want to do."
The gently spoken words aroused him as much as they
soothed away any remaining apprehension. Obi-Wan
leaned back against his master and let the other
man's warmth, his strong presence in the Force
envelop him. Yes, he trusted him completely, and he
wanted this.
*Badly.*
Qui-Gon's hands eased their grip on his sides, only
to begin a slow, thorough exploration of his chest.
Each touch left the young man's skin tingling,
wanting more, and he closed his eyes and gave
himself over to the sensation. It was all very
gentle and soft, undemanding, yet more erotic than
he could have imagined. He felt...wanted...
desired...as much as he himself wanted Qui-Gon. The
thought made him smile, and the Force seemed to
echo his delight. Those familiar callused
fingertips touched him unfamiliar ways, moving down
over his stomach under the surface of the lake,
then tracing upwards, trailing water down his
chest, over his nipples. Obi-Wan trembled and
moaned, "Master..." thankful for the strong body
behind him to lean against for support. He had
little faith his legs would hold him up much
longer.
Soft laughter against his ear, and then the even
softer brush of lips against the tender lobe. "Obi-
Wan," Qui-Gon whispered, then he pulled the earlobe
between his lips and sucked it. Obi-Wan couldn't
hold back another moan, the sensation incredible
and yet almost more than he could stand.
*Earlobes...* he thought to himself, with what
small analytical capacity he had left. *I guess
that book was right about earlobes...*
Qui-Gon continued to do the most interesting things
to Obi-Wan's ear and neck while his hands resumed
their thorough study of the rest of the young man's
body. After a time Obi-Wan couldn't hold back any
longer. He wasn't content to simply let Qui-Gon
touch him--he needed his turn to touch, caress,
kiss. He twisted around and arched up to meet Qui-
Gon's mouth, and the feeling when they kissed was
better than it had ever been in his dreams. He
clutched at Qui-Gon's sides and moaned against the
lips he refused to break contact with, even as his
master lifted him up, pulling him as close as he
could. Obi-Wan wrapped his legs around Qui-Gon's
thighs and finally allowed himself a break for a
gasped breath of air when he found himself growing
positively dizzy.
He opened his eyes and was met by his master's
sparkling blue gaze. He looked into those eyes more
intently than ever before, captivated by their
beauty. A deeper, richer blue than the water around
them; brighter and clearer than the cloudless sky
above. *Beautiful...and all mine,* he thought
happily, not realizing he was sending the thought
until Qui-Gon arched an eyebrow and rewarded him
with a pinch to his backside. "So I have a naughty
and *greedy* padawan. Whatever am I going to do
with you?"
"Whatever you want," Obi-Wan answered, then he
began laughing as Qui-Gon tilted his head and
tickled Obi-Wan's neck with his beard. The laughter
dissolved into groans when moist, expert lips
latched on to the tender skin, sucking and kissing
him from just below his ear to his collarbone. Obi-
Wan arched back, holding on tight as the incredible
feelings traveled all the way down to his toes and
fingertips. His erection pressed into Qui-Gon's
stomach, the rubbing of their bodies as he squirmed
in those strong arms nearly enough to bring him to
completion.
Combined with the sensation of his master's
continued kisses and touches, soon enough it was.
Teeth biting down suddenly on a particularly tender
spot on his neck did it. Obi-Wan cried out and dug
his fingers into Qui-Gon's back, the climax hitting
him faster than he would have thought possible, and
with an intensity that none of his wet dreams had
prepared him for. He shuddered and struggled for
breath, as his pleasure seemed to seep out into the
Force around them only to be echoed back to him,
drawing out the climax until he sagged limply
against his master, completely spent and exhausted.
The only complaint he could manage, when he could
think coherently again, was a somewhat embarrassed
*Too fast...*
Soft kisses on his forehead answered him, along
with a gentle, //Not at all uncommon, Obi-Wan,
don't worry...we're only begun...//
The words would have made Obi-Wan shudder if he'd
had the energy for it. The two just held each other
for a long time, but eventually Qui-Gon suggested,
"Let's get out of the water, Padawan. Not that I
mind holding you like this, but I'd rather save
some of my energy for other things..."
"Hmm...? Oh. Yes, Master," he answered somewhat
sheepishly. Obi-Wan disentangled himself from Qui-
Gon and started to swim back in to the shore,
missing the press of that warm body against his own
almost immediately. He swam as fast as he could,
although Qui-Gon still beat him, the extra power in
his long arms and legs giving him an easy edge. The
Jedi master did not bother to dry himself off; he
merely reached for his discarded cloak and spread
it out over the grass like a blanket. By the time
Obi-Wan stepped out of the water to join him, Qui-
Gon was stretched out on the ground like a an
offering to the gods--at least, that was how he
looked to Obi-Wan, with his bronzed skin glistening
and wet, arms and legs spread wide, a blissful
smile on his face...and a very impressive erection
resting in wait against his belly.
"Are you going to join me?" Qui-Gon teased when
Obi-Wan just continued to stand there, taking in
the sight before him.
"When I've had enough of just staring at you. Which
might take a while."
"Imp. Come here."
Obi-Wan had to admit, a few minutes later, that as
much fun as staring at his master's naked body was,
touching and kissing it was much, *much* better. He
was already growing hard again, thanks to Qui-Gon's
determined efforts. But as good as it felt, what he
really wanted was his chance to do try to please
his master. He wanted to be the one to caress and
explore...wanted to see the look on Qui-Gon's face
when he came, the mere idea of watching that taking
his own arousal to a higher level.
It also gave him the strength to pin Qui-Gon down
beneath him and claim his mouth for a deep kiss,
running his tongue inside lips and over teeth,
trying to explore everything he could. Qui-Gon
offered no resistance "My turn..." he practically
growled, trailing his tongue down his master's neck
and chest. But then he remembered precisely who he
was dealing with, and that perhaps it wasn't his
place to be so aggressive. "That is, if I'm
allowed, Master," he added quickly, glancing up
apprehensively.
"You may do whatever you wish today, Padawan, and
nothing more or less."
"This is definitely what I want to do, right
now..." Obi-Wan answered, kissing and then circling
his tongue around one nipple, then taking a turn on
the other until he got his first real moan out of
Qui-Gon. The sound made him shiver, and he couldn't
wait to find another way to get his master to make
it again.
*Earlobes...* he thought, remembering his own
recent experience with the subject. Inching his way
back up, pausing to taste Qui-Gon's lips once more,
he then nuzzled his master's right ear, tracing the
curve of the outer rim with his tongue. The action
didn't reward him with another moan, but instead a
gasp, and then several strangled whimpers as he
tested out several different techniques with lips
and teeth on the area. Slipping onto his side, he
was able to continue working on Qui-Gon's ear and
throat while he could explore the rest of his body
with his hand. And soon enough, his hand found Qui-
Gon's erection, and his master's reaction was
definitely encouraging.
"Obi-Wan...!"
He liked that. He *really* liked that, hearing his
name moaned with such need. And he needed this,
too, to give back to his master, to balance the
bonding. He was open to the Force all around them;
he could feel it in the rich earth they lay upon,
in the air he breathed, in Qui-Gon's ache for
release that was so strong, so vivid through their
heightened bond, that each stroke of his hand
seemed to send sympathetic waves of pleasure
through his own body.
Through the bond, Obi-Wan caught a glimpse of what
Qui-Gon wanted most at that moment, though he would
not ask for it, not yet at least. Obi-Wan shared no
such hesitation, and resumed his earlier
explorations kissing his way down Qui-Gon's body.
His broad chest, tight stomach, and then...
"Obi-Wan!"
He though Qui-Gon might like that. Again, he kissed
the tip of his penis, retasting the tart, clear
fluid leaking from the tip. Not unpleasant at all,
he decided, running his tongue then around the
head, down the length and back again, until the
erection was slick with his saliva and his master
was fighting for the remnants of his control.
Taking Qui-Gon inside his mouth turned out to be a
little trickier than he'd envisioned, but when he
found a comfortable position he could use both his
lips and hands on his master, the results were
definitely satisfying. Qui-Gon's hands dug into his
shoulders, urging him on, and eventually urging him
to pull back before he came. But Obi-Wan didn't
want to stop, he wouldn't be deterred until Qui-
Gon's entire body arched up beneath him, and his
mouth was filled with the salty taste of his
lover's orgasm.
Lover. Master. Qui-Gon. Everything he wanted.
And the moment he relaxed, Qui-Gon was pulling him
up, kissing him fiercely. "I can see...you must
have been studying your reading...very thoroughly,
Padawan," he managed between kisses.
"Nothing like putting those lessons into practice."
"Mmm. Now, I wonder if you will taste as good on me
as I taste on you. Shall we find out?"
"Oh, yes," Obi-Wan sighed, not about to offer any
objections to *that* idea. None whatsoever.
* * * *
The days that followed passed in what Obi-Wan could
only describe as an incredible, erotic haze.
Granted, they were not *entirely* consumed by
wanton pleasure and coupling--though certainly
neither was in short supply. The two Jedi still
spent hours meditating, and in discussion, and
performing exercises that would help Obi-Wan learn
how to control these newly awakened desires and
keep them from overwhelming him.
"This is a powerful thing, Obi-Wan, powerful
emotions we now allow ourselves to experience
together. Not necessarily of the Dark, or the
Light, but care must be taken not to let them grow
so strong that they cloud our reason and
judgement."
Qui-Gon told him this as they lay in bed, having
let the morning of their fourth day on Z'Enbarr
slip away into afternoon just touching, holding,
talking. The slight physical craving for food was a
dim hunger compared to the one Obi-Wan felt for
these caresses and touches, he could clearly
understand the warning in Qui-Gon's words. "Without
control, desire can lead to obsession," Obi-Wan
responded.
"Yes. Far too easily, love."
Warmth spread through Obi-Wan's body every time
Qui-Gon addressed him with that new endearment...
and yet he caught a flicker of sadness in his
master's mind at his words. It confused him for a
moment, as he tried to think what could make Qui-
Gon feel sad at a moment like this...
The answer came to him with heart-breaking clarity.
"Xanatos."
Qui-Gon stiffened for a moment, and Obi-Wan could
feel his master pulling back, closing mental
shields defensively. Then with a sigh he relaxed
once more, and answered, "Yes. I was reckless then,
Obi-Wan. Foolish and overconfident in myself, and
in my padawan. Completely blind to the danger we
created for each other..."
The elder Jedi's voice was soft, pained as he
spoke. Obi-Wan squeezed his master's hand, waiting
for him to continue, wanting to offer what support
he could. He never dared ask about this part of his
master's past, but he was terribly curious to know
what had happened, why Xanatos had turned and
caused Qui-Gon so much pain. He knew he had only
been told part of the story until now.
Qui-Gon brought Obi-Wan's hand to his lips and
kissed it gently, holding it close to his cheek he
finally continued to speak. "He was a quick
student--in all areas of study. Eager...always so
eager to push ahead in his training, take on more
than other padawans his age. I took pride in his
accomplishments...and I let that pride blind me to
the faults he had. Impatience, arrogance...
emotional instability. All there since he was a
child, I don't know how I ignored it. Perhaps I was
too close, and too unwilling to listen to my own
master's concerns.
"He was barely fourteen when I sensed his desire to
enter this phase of bonding. I knew he was not
emotionally ready for it, and I tried to temper his
feelings as long as I could, told him it was not
yet time for that... It grew more difficult every
day. I even tried to divert him to the healers, to
help him deal with his physical urges, but he would
not agree to it. He..." Qui-Gon paused, fingers
tightening around Obi-Wan's. He then let out a deep
sigh. "He was...persistent. And I was weak. I
eventually gave in to his wishes, rationalizing to
myself that he could handle it...that I could
handle it...and I was so very, very wrong..."
Through their heightened bond, Obi-Wan caught
glimpses, then, scenes of things Qui-Gon did not
want to put into words. A bond unbalanced by
emotions too strong...a master too quickly
dismissing the signs of danger, of growing
obsession, of darkness beginning to taint what
could have been a beautiful thing...
The reawakened ache in Qui-Gon's heart brought on
by the memories--that, too, reached Obi-Wan, and he
felt his eyes beginning to burn with sympathetic
tears. He pulled himself up to lay right over Qui-
Gon's body and looked down at him seriously,
placing both his palms against the older man's
cheeks.
*I won't ever do that to you,* he sent, along with
all the comfort he could to try to burn out the
residual pain. *I won't ever turn. I promise.*
A soft smile, and Qui-Gon turned his head to kiss
one palm lightly. //I know, Obi-Wan. We wouldn't be
here now, like this, if I doubted that. But you
understand my concerns.//
*Of course.*
Qui-Gon eased him down into a hug, and some time
later sighed, "We should really get out of bed and
get something to eat, Obi-Wan. Catch some time
outside before the day is over."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan agreed, the mere thought of
food enough to make his stomach rumble in
agreement. He wondered idly how many more days
they'd have here before having to get back to their
normal lives and responsibilities--he was already
beginning to feel sad at the prospect of having to
leave.
//We will have plenty of time to come back in the
future,// Qui-Gon assured him.
*I hope so,* Obi-Wan answered, liking that idea.
Liking the prospect of a long future together with
his master.
He could think of no other future he wanted more
than that.
* * *
/to be continued/
What, you thought I was finished just because I
finally got to some smut? Uh uh. Not yet. Though I
can't promise I'll be doing much better than my
once-a-week installment rate with my schedule these
days.
Let me know if you're still here!
( sidewinder@fanfiction.net)