.                      Bonds of Choice #4
                  Star Wars: TPM FanFic Series
                         by HiperBunny
                        (message 7 of 7)
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Obi-Wan's heart leapt at those words.  The perfect opportunity to soothe
some of his master's ruffled feelings.  He began dialing up ingredients on
the caterer, then set about preparing the meal by hand.  He knew the meal
he was preparing was simple, but he had some confidence in his skills as a
cook.  He also knew Qui-Gon's preferences and played on that knowledge. 
Soon the table was set with toasty-warm hotcakes, mixed berries in sweet
cream, thin sliced, lightly fried fetura strips, two kinds of juice and
cav.  He also put out two different kinds of syrup.  He knew Qui-Gon
preferred a mix of the two, but hadn't been able to work out the
proportions yet.  He surveyed the table and found himself longing for a
simple flower arrangement.  How Corubia would have laughed to see him like
this.  "Master, breakfast is ready."

"Oh.  Thank you, Obi-Wan."

"I'm not trying to rush you, but I made hotcakes and they're getting a
shade cold here."

"You did what?"  Qui-Gon came out and stood by the table, staring.  Obi-Wan
moved to pull his chair out.  "Where's the selthuri?"

"Oh!  I'm sorry!  I'll get some right away."  Obi-Wan dashed the five steps
to the catering unit and punched in the code he could (and had) type in his
sleep.

"Obi-Wan I didn't mean …"

"Just one minute, I'll be right there," Obi-Wan called over his shoulder. 
*Come on, come on!*  The packet slipped out of the slot and Obi-Wan broke
the container open.  Short work with a kitchen knife and spoon, slices onto
plate and he sat the fruit by his master's plate in less than the requested
sixty seconds.

"Obi-Wan, I meant … why didn't you make the breakfast you like?"  Qui-Gon's
voice took on his 'instructive' tone.

Obi-Wan took a moment to think, hands going to the small of his back from
years of ingrained reaction.  Honest answers.  *Come on, Kenobi.  Just give
him the right answer, the truth.*  "You were clearly upset.  I wanted to do
something to make you feel better, so I …uh … well, I cooked what I knew
you liked."

"And you say you're an inadequate Padawan?"  Qui-Gon quirked his eyebrow up
and began mixing his syrups.  Once again, Obi-Wan watched carefully.  Once
again, he could see no relationship to this mixture and the last he had
observed.

"Master, I make no judgments on what sort of Padawan I am.  That is for
your part."  Obi-Wan clenched his fingernails into his palm.  The little
jolt of pain kept him steady.

"But you *do* pass judgment on yourself.  Sit down and eat before it gets
cold."

Obi-Wan obeyed and Qui-Gon followed his own command.  They ate in silence,
a quiet which continued until Obi-Wan had dried the last dish and put it
away.  Then Qui-Gon asked "why don't you think you're a good person,
Obi-Wan?"

Obi-Wan choked, recovered and stared at his master.  "I'm not a good
person?"

"That's not what I said.  Look at me!"  Qui-Gon came and put his arms
around Obi-Wan.  "That isn't what I said and it isn't what I meant.  You
ARE a good person.  I just want to know why you don't think you are."

Obi-Wan reached up and ran his fingertips over Qui-Gon's beard.  He wasn't
nearly so calm as he had thought.  The hysterics from earlier that morning
were just a whisper away.  The panic in him rose, pushing the truth past
his lips in a rush.  "I just feel so cold inside.  Look."  He opened his
mind to his master, lowered his inner shields and showed Qui-Gon that achy,
empty place that ate at him in the night.  "See?  I'm hollow.  There's
nothing in me worth having.  I'm only as good as the work I can do."  This
was said in total honesty, without a scrap or shadow of depression or
maudlin self-pity.  The exact same way as if Obi-Wan had said the sky was
blue on Coruscant.

//Let me show you what that place is for.//  Qui-Gon leaned down and with
all the delicacy at his command, kissed Obi-Wan full on the lips.

Obi-Wan's heart swelled and seemed to fill that horrible blackness.

He slipped his arms around Qui-Gon's neck and leaned into the embrace,
molding their bodies together.  His erection was trapped between himself
and his master.

It was not alone.

Qui-Gon wrapped one arm tight around Obi-Wan's shoulders and scooped his
legs up in the other. Holding the younger man close to his chest, Qui-Gon
made his way towards the bedroom.

"Where are we going, Master?"  Obi-Wan felt dangerously close to another
laughing fit.

"Putting us where we want to be," was the reply.  A bump and bounce later,
Obi-Wan was face-up on Qui-Gon's bed.  "All right, enough melodrama for one
morning."  He quickly began disrobing and raised an eyebrow at Obi-Wan. 
"Well?"

Obi-Wan was not so easily convinced.  "Just what kind of Padawan do you
think I am?" he demanded with mock indignation.

"The kind with a stiffie and too many clothes on.  Now drop those trousers
or have it done for you."  Qui-Gon smiled down at his 'captive'.

Obi-Wan grinned and obliged.  Slowly.  His fingers played down the buttons
of his top, toying with each one before slipping it free.  He shrugged in a
long, exaggerated motion that left the shirt in a rich blue puddle behind
his head.  It continued to do that amazing thing to his eyes.

Next, he tugged the drawstring of his pants loose, put his right foot flat
on the bed and lifted everything up to slip the garment off.  An arch of
hip, flick of foot, and they hung from Qui-Gon's head.  That did it.  The
Master pounced.

Their mouths met in a hot, long sucking kiss that curled Obi-Wan's toes
into the bedsheets as if that was the only thing keeping him grounded. 
Their cocks rubbed and slipped together as they ground their hips, rocking,
arching, pressing for just the right touch, just the right sensation.

Qui-Gon sat back on his knees and opened the oil.  Obi-Wan spread his legs
eagerly, ready.

"YEEEEOOOW!" 

Qui-Gon laughed, rubbing the oil into Obi-Wan's stomach and inner thighs
where he had poured it.  "A bit cold, then?"

"You might say that!"

Qui-Gon continued laughing as he drew his Obi-Wan into another kiss.  The
laughter was soon replaced by low growls and moans of desire.  The slippery
body beneath him made use of the strategic advantage by planting his feet
more firmly and thrusting up against Qui-Gon's weight.  The heat they
generated warmed the oil quickly, increasing the pleasure tenfold.

Which turned out to be about threefold more than Obi-Wan could stand.  He
grabbed Qui-Gon around the shoulders, thrust hard and fast, screaming his
orgasm into his hair.

This just about did it for Qui-Gon.  He tucked his cock between the
quivering thighs and bore down hard, thrusting, pushing, moaning his need
and release.  With no further ado, Obi-Wan's sighs drew him into the
orgasmic abyss.

They clung together, sweaty and panting for a long moment.  Qui-Gon
suddenly identified the sputtering noise beneath him.  He pulled his hair
back, clearing it from Obi-Wan's mouth.  "Sorry."

"I've suffered worse."  Obi-Wan was tingling in new and interesting areas
and felt rather forgiving at this point.  They lay still, waiting to get
control of their bodies back.

After a long moment, Qui-Gon rolled off and pulled Obi-Wan up onto the
pillows.  "Well, I think that was pretty nice."

"Yeah, that was good," Obi-Wan agreed, snuggling into Qui-Gon's chest.

"But I have to tell you, it wasn't spectacular."

"Yeah.  Too quick," Obi-Wan agreed.  "We'll have to try it again some
time."

Qui-Gon leaned down and planted a kiss on Obi-Wan's head.  "No time like
the present."

Obi-Wan groaned. "You can't be serious!  I can't!"

"Really?  I can."  Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan's hand and guided it down to his
already-stiffening member.

"You're gonna be the death of me," Obi-Wan complained.

"Yeah, but what a way to go.  Just relax, Koateleu.  I'll show you," and
Qui-Gon turned Obi-Wan onto his stomach.

Obi-Wan curled his arms up under the pillows, relaxing obediently.  "I
don't think this is going to work, Master.  I mean, I'm here for you all
the way, but I have all the tumescence of a wet noodle right now."

"The more you talk, the more I realize just how young you really are,"
Qui-Gon murmured in his ear.  "Trust me, Obi-Wan.  There is so much I want
to share with you yet.  This is only the beginning."

Trust.  Well, Obi-Wan supposed he could come up with a little trust here. 
He trusted Qui-Gon with his life almost every day.  Why not trust Qui-Gon
with his desire?

Strong fingers worked into Obi-Wan's shoulders, massaging them gently,
sensually.  Hot, sucking kisses trailed along his neck and spine.  Qui-Gon
tugged his legs apart and knelt between them, trailing fingertips down his
back, touching everywhere, long, slow, petting strokes.  A lick and tickle
of beard to the small of his back made him shiver.  "Aha," Qui-Gon
murmured.

*Aha?*  Obi-Wan wondered. 

Qui-Gon concentrated his attentions on that surprisingly sensitive area,
scratching gently with fingernails, kissing and sucking along the hollows
of spine, then kneading and rolling with the palms of his hands.  Obi-Wan
writhed, twisting under the touches.  He was surprised at the quality and
intensity of sensation his master created within him.  "Skies above," he
breathed.

"Didn't know you had a little hot spot here, hmm?"  Qui-Gon murmured.

"Yes, Master."

"Stop that."

"Sorry, it's a reflex.  Ooh, like that.  Don't stop, this is wonderful."

"Then let's remember our agreement.  This has nothing to do with *that *" 
Qui-Gon slid his hands between Obi-Wan's thighs and pressed up and inward,
searching for his prostate from outside his body.

*When did I agree to that?*  Obi-Wan wondered.  Then a sensation took over
his body, causing him to quiver with desire and heat. 

"Turn over, Koatel," Qui-Gon whispered.  "See?  I knew you had it in you."

Obi-Wan cracked one eye open and looked down, surprised to see what rose
between his thighs like a defiant gesture.  "Oh … well," he grinned. 
"You're very good at this."

Qui-Gon lay himself down on Obi-Wan once more.  "Tell me what you want."

"To be honest, I hadn't planned this far ahead.  I came down here expecting
to be dismissed from your service, you know."  Obi-Wan caught a
double-handful of long hair and dragged Qui-Gon down in to a hot kiss. 
Their tongues plundered, lips parting to accommodate the battle for
dominance.  Obi-Wan finally yielded under Qui-Gon's demands.

"Want to be in you.  And you don't live in my service."  Qui-Gon cast
about, searching for the oil again.

"Want you in me.  And I never believe anything anyone tells me in bed,"
Obi-Wan grinned, then gasped as Qui-Gon took his left nipple in his mouth,
laving it gently.  "Later, let's talk about that later."

Qui-Gon bit gently, stretching the sensitive nub before releasing it.  "Did
you ever think about piercing these?"

"Well, yeah, but I never got around to it.  OH!  Skies, that's good." 
Obi-Wan arched his hips up, opening, and felt his upper thought abilities
short out.  Qui-Gon worked two fingers in and out, slicking the passage,
opening it gently but swiftly.  Obi-Wan slid his right foot up Qui-Gon's
side, over his shoulder, opening himself even further.

Qui-Gon entered him slowly, stretching him gently over his cock while his
mouth worked hot kisses against his ankle and calf.  Obi-Wan tried to move,
speed up the pace, but found himself spread and pinned, helpless to his
master's desires.  "Slowly, Koatel.  I want to show you something."

Obi-Wan nodded and closed his eyes, concentrating on the moment, the
pleasure at feeling Qui-Gon move slowly back and forth within him.  He
brought his whole focus to bear on just that one thing.  Then Qui-Gon began
trailing gentle touches along his aching shaft, then stronger strokes,
speeding his own thrusts in time to the strokes.  Obi-Wan held still for as
long as he could.  When his control finally slipped, he rolled his body in
long, slow undulations, rocking from shoulder to hip in sensual
indulgence.  Qui-Gon did not stop him, so he sped his motions, pleasuring
himself fully within Qui-Gon's grasp and upon Qui-Gon's shaft.  He felt the
tension, knew release was upon him and cried out, a low, pleading sound as
the orgasm gathered somewhere in his belly and rose to explode over his
senses.

He was vaguely aware of Qui-Gon's fingers doing some odd *something* to
him.  As he caught his breath and opened his eyes, he looked down to where
Qui-Gon continued to stroke him.  "That's not possible," he breathed,
realizing that he was still firmly erect.

"Clearly, it is possible, Koatel," Qui-Gon smiled.

"But what …" Obi-Wan's line of inquiry was ended abruptly as Qui-Gon leaned
into him, taking him in earnest.  No teasing, no taunting, just straight up
wanton desire.  Obi-Wan slid his legs tight around Qui-Gon's waist and hung
on.  He was too close too the edge, too close, but he hung on, determined
to see, to breath it ...

Obi-Wan watched in wonder as his partner descended into orgasm with a smile
and a shout.  His arms slid down around Obi-Wan's shoulders as his hips
jerked spasmodically.  Obi-Wan slipped his hand between their bodies
stroking himself, as Qui-Gon whispered "Koateleu fretev ael an lue,
Koatel." 

"Yes, Qui-Gon.  We belong like this," Obi-Wan agreed as his toes curled and
muscles flexed, spiraling up into climax one last time.

Obi-Wan curled his fingers into Qui-Gon' s hair, tugging him back for a
kiss.  They both rolled over onto their sides, waiting for the higher motor
functions to come back on line.  They passed the time in a long, wet kiss
that left them both gasping for much needed breath.  Finally they just lay
still and hoped for the best.

"Oh, I almost forgot.  I got you a present last night."  Qui-Gon got up as
soon as he was able.  He went to his shelf and came back with a black box.

Obi-Wan was a little taken aback.  "Oh. Thank you."

"Open it."

"What?  Oh, yeah, right."  He lifted the lid and found a metallic
multicolored cube.  It was about five inches to a side and marked in rows
of colored squares.  "What is it?"

"Well, you liked your gravity maze so well, I thought you might like to try
this.  I loved it when I first got it."  The cube floated up under
Qui-Gon's control.  He manipulated the puzzle until one side was made up of
just blue squares.  "So, when you get all the colors divided up, so all the
sides are solid, it'll give you the next level.  There are many different
puzzles in it, then it brings you back to this.  They're all
three-dimensional logic puzzles.  You have to find just the right use of
the Force to solve each one."

Obi-Wan took the cube in his hand, looked, understood.  "This was yours?"

"I got it long ago, when I was a Padawan.  I just got it back to the
original pattern last night, so you should have plenty of fun ahead of
you.  I have to get up, Koateleu.  The Council waits for no man, even if
nothing's going to happen."  Qui-Gon pulled a face of annoyance

Obi-Wan laughed and gave him a farewell kiss.  He settled back and started
working on his new exercise.

//Playing with your new toy.//

**What?**

//It's a toy, not a training tool.  Try to enjoy and relax today.  I don't
want you to move unless you're just going to grab a snack. You're under
orders to lounge in bed and eat junk food.//

**WHAT??**

//I'm the old stodgy one.  Stay off my turf and have a good time today.  If
you're not here when I get back, you'd better have eyewitness proof that
you've been fooling around.//

**But...**

//Obedience, Padawan.//

Obi-Wan snorted once, but accepted the futility of arguing.  He was being
given the day off whether he liked it or not.  Why not just like it?

Besides, his good mood was back and he intended to enjoy it.