Hot Summer Night
By Akane
Note: I first wrote this story involving two of my original characters for my site. While writing I realized that our favorite Jedi could replace them in it. So here it is... For those who are curious, here is the other version of the story (it can also be found at http://www.angelfire.com/anime2/bishounen/stories.html)
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It was only the beginning of summer on Coruscant but the night was hot. Very hot. Not the faintest trace of breeze to cool the oppressing atmosphere, and of course the air conditioning in the Temple chose that day to be out of order. Obi-Wan was lasciviously stretching on the bed while looking with interest at his Master who was currently trying to get out of his sweaty clothes. Raising from the bed he went to kiss his lover.
"Still dressed, Padawan? Do you need some help?"
Obi-Wan chuckled when Qui-Gon tugged at his tunic, glued to his chest with his sweat. Soon he was naked, enjoying the feeling of the air on his chest when his Master passed close to him with their clothes.
"I think a shower wouldn't be superfluous."
"You're right, Master... let's go."
11:52 p.m.
"Huumm... It feels good... I wish I could spend the night here."
Obi-Wan was enjoying the feeling of the cool water cascading on his heated skin when he felt Qui-Gon's body pressing against his back. A soapy hand glided to his chest to play with a nipple. The young Jedi moaned.
"I don't think I'll get cooler that way, you-"
He was silenced by Qui-Gon's lips on his. He started purring when the hand slid lower to meet his aroused flesh. Suddenly his Master was no longer standing behind him but was on his knees in front of him. Obi-Wan's hope of cooling definitely vanished when his hot flesh was engulfed in the hotter mouth of the older Jedi.
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12:34 a.m.
Qui-Gon has been sleeping for ten minutes when Obi-Wan woke him with kisses.
"I can't sleep, Master..."
"I see... I was luckier than you."
"Sorry to have woken you, but I thought you could... do something to exhaust me so I could sleep..."
Qui-Gon sighed. But his Padawan started kissing him again. He thought it was too hot to make love but the young man's lips and tongue helped him reconsider the question.
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12:40 a.m.
Thump-thump-thump...
"Oh yes, Master, harder!"
"I wouldn't want to break the bed, Obi-love!"
Thump-thump-THUMP-THUMP!!
"Wait, Master, what was that noise?"
"The bed against the wall... or your screams, maybe..."
"No, it was a very loud thump..."
"Don't know..."
"Oh, yes Master! Deeper! Ah!"
THUMP-THUMP!!
"... I think I know what the strange noise was, Padawan. It was a fist banging on the wall next room... Maybe you should try yelling lower..."
"At least someone else can't sleep, too!"
Thirty minutes later, Qui-Gon finally fell asleep, a satiated young man cuddled up to him.
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1:36 a.m.
Qui-Gon was desperately trying to destroy with his nails the durasteel box he was trapped in when he woke up... in his bed. He sighed in relief. It was only a dream. The air was still suffocating, that could explain the sensation of confinement. But what for the noise? Something sounded like his nails on the metal in his dream. And it was coming from the door. Listening carefully he could eventually hear a small "meow". He sighed again. It was Obi-Wan's damned cat. And he was the one always picking up pathetic life forms... This time it was Obi-Wan who came back with a damp starving furball secured in his robes. It was only for a few days but that damn cat was still here after a month.
He decided to ignore the cat. A few minutes of scratching later, he changed his mind and went to the door. He opened it to see a stripped furball run in and jump on the bed.
"Oh no, you won't sleep here. This his MY side, go to Obi's if you want."
He tried to push the cat and was rewarded by a clawed paw on his hand. He let out a surprised cry that woke his Padawan.
"What are you doing with my cat? You're playing with him in the middle of the night, now?"
"Playing? That demon woke me scratching at the door, I kindly let him in, and now he's trying to prevent me from going back to bed. Look! He even scratched my hand!"
"Really? Let me see..."
He took his Master's injured hand and began to kiss and lick every inch of skin. Qui-Gon began to consider letting the cat scratch him in other places.
"There, feeling better?"
"Yes, love."
"Could we sleep, then, Master?"
"Yes, love."
They settled back into bed, gently kissing for a while. Soon Qui-Gon could hear Obi-wan's even breathing. Good, the boy was asleep. So was the cat at the end of the bed.
Fifteen minutes later, Qui-Gon fell asleep.
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2:21 a.m.
"Obi-Wan..."
"..."
"Obi-wan!"
"Huummm..."
"Obi-Wan!!"
"What?!!"
"Get your cat out of here."
"Out of where?"
"He's sleeping on my chest!"
"It's nice. I like to sleep with my head on your chest, too."
"But you're not a cat, you're not a furry hot cover!"
"Well, you like it when I'm hot and I cover you..."
"I'm not talking about this. Get this cat off me."
"You're a big boy, do it yourself."
"I tried, but you know him, he almost sliced my hand."
"I still don't understand why you're always so mean with this poor Zenki. He's such a nice cat..."
"Mean? Me? He's the one agressive, here. I think he's jealous. He doesn't want me to touch you."
"Are you mad? It's my cat, not my lover! Jealous...!"
"Well, jealous or no, get him off me!"
"Okay, okay. Come on, Zenki, you should sleep in your basket."
"I don't understand why he's sleeping on me if he hates me like this."
"He doesn't hate you, Master. I think it's a game. You know, cats always do this: they go to the only person in a room who hates them."
"I don't hate cats."
"You don't like him."
"I'm getting tired of it, Padawan. Let's sleep, now."
They kissed and Obi-Wan's head took its place on his Master's chest. After a few minutes, Qui-Gon sighed: it was hotter than Zenki's fur. He hesitated but the boy was already sleeping. He couldn't wake him again to make him move.
Twenty minutes later, Qui-Gon fell asleep.
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3:14 a.m.
"Master, turn, you're snoring!"
Qui-Gon opened an eye to look at the clock and sighed.
"What are you talking about? I'm not snoring!"
"Yes, you are. The noise's coming from your side of the bed."
"Well, then explain me how I can still be snoring while I'm talking to you."
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to answer but realized that Qui-Gon was right: he could still here the noise. Panicked, he grabbed his Master's arm. Qui-Gon turned on the light.
"Master, there's someone in our room! You must do something!"
"Why me?!"
With his free hand the older Jedi probbed the floor and threw a surprised Zenki at Obi-Wan's lap.
"It was your stupid cat! And I don't even want to know how he managed to be so noisy."
Obi-Wan looked at Zenki who was starting to make a nest with the sheet between the boy's knees.
"I'm sorry. I think I've better take him to my room for the rest of the night."
He grabbed the cat and headed to his room. Qui-Gon hoped he would be able to sleep now. This furry troublemaker gone, there was no way he could be disturbed, now. His Padawan returned to bed and kissed him.
"I'm really sorry. Go back to sleep, Master."
"Good night, love."
Forty minutes later, Qui-Gon fell asleep.
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4:20 a.m.
Qui-Gon woke up abruptly to realize that Obi-Wan was gripping and shaking his arm.
"What, now?"
"I'm thirsty..." answered a sleepy Padawan.
"Drink, then."
"Give me something to drink..."
"You can get water in the bathroom..."
"Good idea, go and get me a glass of water."
"Go get it yourself!"
Obi-Wan gave his best puppy look. With a sigh Qui-Gon got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later with a glass of fresh water... to find that his Padawan was already asleep.
"Honey, here's your glass."
Obi-Wan didn't answer.
"Obi-love? Wake up, Padawan. Drink!"
"Huummm... Let me sleep..." He turned and went back to sleep.
With a new and bigger sigh, Qui-Gon put the glass on his bedside table and went back to bed.
Thirty minutes later Qui-Gon fell asleep.
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5:45 a.m.
Qui-Gon almost fell off the bed when Obi-Wan yanked his pillow from under his head.
"Wake up, master! It's late. Do you remember? You promised me you'll take me fishing this morning."
"Forget it, we'll go tomorrow. I need to sleep..."
"Sleep? I think you're sleeping too much."
Qui-Gon looked a him silently for a while then grabbed the previously discarded glass of water. Ignoring the indignant yelp he got at throwing the water at the young man's face, he retrieved his pillow and turned his back. A few seconds later he heared Obi-Wan leaving the room, cursing, and the door slamming.
He sighed happily. Now he would sleep. At last.
Just then the holocom turned on:
"Qui-Gon! Expecting you in one hour the Council is. Sending you on mission today we are..."
Just then Qui-Gon seriously considered turning to the dark side...
- End -
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© Isa Akane B. , 2000