ANOTHER CALIAN NIGHT

Obi-Wan walked back into the small cabin slowly. The modest
living quarters assigned to him and Qui-Gon, which had been
suffocatingly hot when they arrived last night on Calia, looked
blessedly cool this evening. Even though the light of the suns
had faded with the approach of twilight, their heat remained as
scarlet and purple streaked the skies. Obi-Wan had spent a good
portion of the day examining the construction site of a military
base, but the fatigue that crept through his limbs felt as if he
had spent it assisting the builders. Cooling himself off using
the Force had worked to some extent. But even lowering his body
temperature and shielding against dehydration had not protected
him completely from the heat. The climate on Calia had managed
to overwhelm him, despite all the prep work he had done before
he and Qui-Gon had traveled to the relatively unknown Mid-Rim
planet. The files in the Temple library had informed Obi-Wan
that Calia had a hot, humid climate that, although slightly
uncomfortable, was safe and even pleasant for most humanoid
species. They had, however, neglected to tell him spending more
than an hour in the heat of the tiny planet's three suns would
sap him of all energy, parch his nose and throat and make sweat
drip down the rest of his body. With a sigh of relief, Obi-Wan
stepped into the cooler shadows of the dimly lit cabin.

"Padawan." Qui-Gon looked up from the makeshift communit,
raising an eyebrow as Obi-Wan threw his sweaty tunic onto a
chair. "I take it you had a less than enjoyable time at the
construction site?"

"The Temple needs to update its records," Obi-Wan grumbled, "the
library files made it sound as if we were being sent to a resort
planet. Minus the resort town, of course."

"That, I believe, is part of the reason why we're here."

"To prevent future generations of Jedi from choosing delightful
Calia as their vacation spot?"

"Something like that."

Obi-Wan shook his head, muttered 'delightful Calia' to himself
and went to get a glass of water from the cooling unit. If
there was one thing on Calia more plentiful than heat, it was
water. A thick fog hung in the air every morning, dissipated by
early afternoon, and revisited the planet in the form of violent
thunderstorms a few hours later. Finding water on Calia wasn't
a problem; keeping it cool, however, was a different story. The
few drinks he had gotten earlier that day were tepid at best.
Even the glass felt cool and refreshing against Obi-Wan's hands.
He pressed it to his forehead, then neck, taking care not to
spill out the precious cold water. One drop of condensation
fell from the glass onto his bare chest, tracing a cold,
shivering path over the warm skin until it, too, absorbed the
heat and became indistinguishable from his sweat.

"Have I received any messages, Master?" Obi-Wan joined Qui-Gon
at the communit. He took a long drink, relishing the wash of
cold over his senses, before placing the container next to
Qui-Gon's hand. "Here, finish it. You must be warm, too,
Qui-Gon."

"Thank you, and no, no messages, Obi-Wan."

"Good. No messages to answer then."

Qui-Gon nodded and turned his attention back to the screen. He
continued to read through the senate newsfeeds, sipping the
water and occasionally sharing a comment with Obi-Wan. The heat
didn't seem to have the same exhausting effect on his master,
but Obi-Wan knew the weather affected Qui-Gon as well. Stripped
down to his trousers, bare feet rubbing together as he read,
Qui-Gon had already attempted to cool off after a day in the
Calian sun. Obi-Wan watched him drink down the water and smiled
as a brief look of relief crossed Qui-Gon's face. It had been
too hot for them to make love this morning and the press of duty
had separated them as soon as the suns had risen. But now they
had time. And, Obi-Wan mused, enough water for a very long
shower.

Leaning over Qui-Gon's shoulder as if to read, Obi-Wan felt the
warmth of his skin, the blood heat that radiated from it a
little more intensely than it did on Coruscant. His master had
pulled all his hair back, but a few strands escaped the tie and
clung damply to Qui-Gon's neck. The soft, fine hairs at the
temple were smoothed back, too, and Obi-Wan could imagine the
path a sweat drop had taken, slipping down Qui-Gon's cheekbone
to his jaw and finally disappearing in his beard. Coming
closer, Obi-Wan let the skin of his chest touch Qui-Gon's bare
shoulder. Warm, yes, but much different from the stifling air.
The blood in Obi-Wan's fingertips tingled as he felt the first
hint of arousal. He gently rubbed his chest against the smooth
skin of Qui-Gon's back.

"Obi?" Qui-Gon turned around part way. His eyes sparked with
the curiosity Obi-Wan knew he was trying to cover with his
voice.

"It's so hot tonight." Obi-Wan murmured. He brushed his hand
over Qui-Gon's arm down to the wrist, where Obi-Wan gently
lifted Qui-Gon's fingers from the keypad and tangled them with
his own. Qui-Gon's thumb moved over his and massaged it lightly
and his master's eyes left the screen.

"Not really."

"No? Not too hot?" The clean taste of sweat lingered on
Obi-Wan's lips as he breathed the words against Qui-Gon's
temple. His cock twitched as Qui-Gon groaned softly and leaned
closer. "Just another Calian night, Master?" Qui-Gon's skin
was so near to his lips that the words he spoke were barely
voiced, turning Obi-Wan's pronunciation of 'master' into a
silent kiss.

Instead of waiting for an answer, Obi-Wan touched his lips to
Qui-Gon's temple and slid them down until he could whisper in
Qui-Gon's ear. He kissed Qui-Gon quietly, tamping down his own
growing arousal to keep his voice even. "I think it's getting
very hot. Can you feel it?" Desire shivered over their bond,
hot and cold in one instant. Obi-Wan squeezed Qui-Gon's hand
tightly and let the wave of want pass over him. He closed his
eyes and rose slowly as Qui-Gon stood up from the chair. When
he opened them, Qui-Gon stood inches from him.

"You're hot?" Qui-Gon asked in a low voice. His free hand
stroked Obi-Wan's shoulder, the fingertips cold from the glass
of water he had been holding.

Obi-Wan suppressed a shiver as the cold skirted over his chest.
"It's everywhere," he gasped, "you don't feel it?"

"No, but I feel you." Qui-Gon brought their joined hands to his
mouth as if to kiss the back of Obi-Wan's, but only exhaled over
it through parted lips. "And that makes me more than hot."

Heat stronger than the suns now raced through Obi-Wan. Heart
pounding in his chest, sweat trickling over his scalp and down
his back, erection pressing against the material of his
trousers, the heat urged him closer to Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan wanted.
He wanted the taste of skin, the feel of breath, the scent of
arousal and the sound of lovemaking. All of it in one movement
and many movements, kissing and loving and touching and being,
reenacted over and over again until the heat was expelled from
his body. Reaching up, Obi-Wan clasped his hands behind
Qui-Gon's neck and drew their foreheads together.

"Love me."

"Always." Qui-Gon kissed him hard on the lips, a closed mouth
and fierce kiss that softened after a few long seconds. He
pulled away, then kissed the corners of Obi-Wan's mouth.

Obi-Wan tugged Qui-Gon along as he crossed the room to the
'fresher. The tiny cubicle was the only other room in their
quarters, separated from the rest of the cabin by a thin
curtain. Qui-Gon paused by the doorway and slid his hair out of
the tie. Obi-Wan stretched his arm up and combed his fingers
through the slightly damp tangle of hair. It was soft and heavy
against the back of his hand as he petted sweat moist skin and
fingered the curve of smooth collarbone. Desire coiled tightly
in the pit of his stomach, making him hard and yearning to touch
and be touched.

The ache was familiar and sweet. Obi-Wan enjoyed every moment
of waiting for fulfillment, but this light kissing and gentle
caressing was making the wait too long for him. When his
erection nudged against Qui-Gon's thigh, he threw his head back
with a groan. Oh, gods, he needed more. More heat between
them, more pain, more pleasure, more Qui-Gon. He hurriedly
stripped off his trousers and brought Qui-Gon's hand to his
groin.

"You can't just stand there, Qui-Gon, half-naked, aroused, with
sweat glistening on your chest, and not touch me."

The pressure on his cock increased a little more and Obi-Wan's
breath came a little faster. It left as soon as his hips jerked
forward, leaving him nothing to thrust into. Qui-Gon's palm
returned, flat against his thigh, and urged him to turn and walk
into the 'fresher. Only because he could hear his lover's
breath directly behind him did Obi-Wan obey.

A spray of cool water -- the coldest the tap went -- hit Obi-Wan
in the chest as soon as he turned on the shower. He let it run
down the front of his body and wash away the grit that had
collected during the daytime hours. Relief gushed over him as
the sweat and dirt disappeared down the drain, leaving only the
tantalizing touch of clean, cool water. Qui-Gon stepped into
the shower behind him and wrapped one arm around his waist. He
carefully untangled Obi-Wan's braid as he kissed the back of his
neck. A myriad of sensations hit Obi-Wan at once. The
thousands of tiny water droplets beating against his skin, the
slow, gentle suction of Qui-Gon's mouth on his neck, the
tickling of Qui-Gon's fingers as they fumbled over his chest to
find the wet strands of hair clinging there, the hard, full
erection that throbbed against his ass. As soon as Qui-Gon
finished with his braid, Obi-Wan turned in his arms. He wanted
the water falling all over his body just as much as he needed
Qui-Gon's touch there.

Obi-Wan stood back from Qui-Gon to allow the water to rain down
on both of them. Rivulets snaked down from Qui-Gon's hair,
twisting over his shoulders and broad chest and down to his hips
and groin. The low light in the 'fresher made his eyes look
dark, the water blurring their brightness and the sharpness of
his features. Obi-Wan slid his palms down Qui-Gon's chest and
brought his lips to its center. Water flowed over his mouth,
leaking between his lips as he licked and kissed. He tasted the
salt of his own sweat as the water washed it from his hair, and
the sweet, funny taste of the soap Qui-Gon had used earlier.
Rubbing his lips over one nipple, he heard Qui-Gon groan loudly.
Obi-Wan kissed once, then twice, and stroked Qui-Gon's hips
lightly before he felt Qui-Gon grab his ass and urge him up.

Wet, slippery skin glided against skin and tongue against tongue
as they kissed roughly. Qui-Gon's mouth covered his urgently.
There was water all over his face now, tangling his eyelashes
and getting up his nose as he breathed and kissed at the same
time. Qui-Gon's breath, like his own, came loudly and harshly,
with unvoiced sounds of need. Obi-Wan felt cold, as the water
slithered down the back of his legs and a mild evening breeze
moved through the room. But then hot again, as Qui-Gon crushed
him closer. Qui-Gon's cock prodded him in the stomach and he
slipped a hand between them to fondle it. The sound of water
pounding against his skin, or no, was it Qui-Gon's skin? Yes,
there was pounding, water and the rhythm of blood in his veins.

Obi-Wan took his mouth from Qui-Gon's. Panting, he turned his
head as Qui-Gon indiscriminately kissed him on the cheek,
jawbone, nose. His hands squeezed Obi-Wan's ass tightly, then
fell away. The kisses stopped when Qui-Gon growled, a low sound
as he slid his lips over Obi-Wan's ear. Obi-Wan ran his fingers
down the length of Qui-Gon's erection and cupped his balls.
Desire, sharp and thrilling, pulsed between them. Qui-Gon
looked at him, whispered his name, and licked the water from his
lips.

With a nod, Obi-Wan turned around. This urge, this need to be
together, was both distinct and shared. He felt it inside
himself, the warm glow of lust and the hunger for completion.
But beyond that, there was love, and the pleasure he gave and
shared with his lover. Staring down at the swirling water,
Obi-Wan braced himself against the tile wall of the 'fresher and
let out an uncontrolled moan. Qui-Gon slipped a finger down his
spine, and leaned over to kiss his shoulder as he pushed it
inside him.

A slick hand around his erection, the swirl of water at his
feet, and a short moment of emptiness followed by the wonderful
fullness of Qui-Gon inside him. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and saw
the hot orange Calian sun light, the color of his desire. It
was the Force, a whirlpool, an unbearable heat, sweat and blood
and cold water, and Qui-Gon. He held onto the moment for as
long as he could, Qui-Gon thrusting into him, fisting his
erection, breaking the rhythm as he came inside Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan wanted a few seconds more to enjoy the moment. But a
few seconds were too many and he could feel it slipping away
along with his control. The moment was just as sweet and
perfect when he let it go and climaxed.

It was completely dark by the time Obi-Wan got into bed and
pulled a sheet over himself and Qui-Gon. The night air was
warm, a delicate breeze wafting through the open windows and
bringing the soft night sounds with it. Obi-Wan carded his
fingers through Qui-Gon's hair.

"It's still a bit wet."

"That's all right. It's dry enough." Qui-Gon raised his head
to kiss Obi-Wan on the lips. "Night, love."

"Good night." Obi-Wan lay still, the night air and his lover's
breath tickling his skin.

"Qui?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are the nights always this hot on Calia?"

"Oh, yes."

With a smile and a thought that looked forward to the coming
nights, Obi-Wan relaxed into Qui-Gon's arms. "Good."

FINIS