Obi-Wan moved restlessly about their quarters. Qui-Gon was meditating, again. There was not much else to do aboard a small freighter, especially after four days. Still, Obi-Wan could not help wishing Qui-Gon would find more interesting ways to pass the time. Obi-Wan could sense him. He was down the hall, in an empty storage room. 'Apparently, my presence is a distraction,' he thought ruefully. Obi-Wan smiled to himself. Distracting Qui-Gon was one of his favorite pasttimes.

Then it occurred to him. He didn't need to be in the same room to distract him. That was a truly inspired thought. He moved to the bed and laid down on his back, hands behind his head. How to go about this? Tentatively, he reached out toward his master, insinuating his presence, ever so slightly, into Qui-Gon's mind.

Qui-Gon noticed the change, but chose not to acknowledge it. He wanted to see what his padawan would come up with. Obi-Wan was nothing if not inventive.

Now what? Send him a memory of the two of them, a fantasy, an image or two?

Settling in, he began thinking about Qui-Gon's hair. He thought about how it felt in his hands, about the time it had become hopelessly tangled and he had to assist his master in getting the snarls out. He recalled images of that hair from during their love making. Qui-Gon's hair falling across them both. Him holding Qui-Gon's hair back so he could see Qui-Gon's mouth on his cock. He was definitely fond of his master's hair...

But those eyes... He remembered the first time he had looked into those eyes and seen love. The first time he saw lust. Qui-Gon's eyes dancing as he teased his Padawan, a rare and treasured thing. Love. Teasing. He thought of Qui-Gon saying "I love you," of Qui-Gon whispering "I want you" in his ear. And the sexiest sound he had ever heard, Qui-Gon moaning.

He continued moving downward. That spot on Qui-Gon's neck. The strength in those shoulders. The arms he sometimes thought might break him in half. And Qui-Gon's hands. Large. Strong. Long, callused fingers, that could be surprisingly tender. And demanding. Obi-Wan sighed. He had a real thing for his master's hands. He would find himself watching them, imagining them on his own flesh, at the oddest times. Now, he gave free reign to those imaginings. Qui-Gon's hands stroking him, brushing lightly along his torso, caressing a nipple, touching his face, fingertips sliding across his lower lip... He forced himself to stop. He wanted to arouse Qui-Gon, not bring himself to orgasm. For that he wanted his master present.

Qui-Gon smiled. He was enjoying Obi-Wan's reverie. 'So he likes my hands that much.' he thought. Then scolded himself slightly, self-satisfaction was unbecoming in a Jedi. Still, he couldn't help the pleasure coursing through him, partly arousal, but mostly the pleasure that comes from knowing one is desired.

Obi-Wan wrenched his thoughts away from Qui-Gon's hands. He focused instead on his master's chest. The feel of hard muscle under his own hands. Nipples hardening under his tongue. Qui-Gon's back arching. He moved still lower. He tried to bypass his master's cock, to think about his legs. But, well, nice as Qui-Gon's legs were they just didn't interest him. Not as much as other nearby body parts.

Qui-Gon chuckled. So his padawan was not a leg man.

The image of Qui-Gon's cock was nearly enough to send Obi-Wan over the edge. Smooth, hard, foreskin pushed back and the head exposed. He thought about how it felt to have his master in his mouth, to stroke it with his hands, Qui-Gon inside him.... Qui-Gon coming. Usually they were so closely linked that Obi-Wan could not help but come when Qui-Gon did. But he loved it when he retained enough control to wait, to watch and enjoy his master's orgasm. Qui-Gon coming was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, the sexiest thing he could imagine. At those moments he felt he was truly seeing Qui-Gon. The reserve gone, Qui-Gon letting sensation and emotion take him over. Qui-Gon losing himself in pleasure, 'In me' thought Obi-Wan. 'He loses himself in me.'

"Yes, I do." The voice was heavy with emotion, with lust.

Obi-Wan looked at his master, their eyes locking. Then Qui-Gon was in the bed. Obi-Wan moaned, nearly coming at the feel of Qui-Gon atop him, of Qui-Gon's erection pressed into his. He wrapped his arms around Qui-Gon, kissing him. He clung to Qui-Gon as his master's hands ran over him, moving ceaselessly. He gasped as Qui-Gon's hands made it through the layers of clothing to touch his chest. Then he pulled away. Standing, he tugged his clothing off, wanting to give himself to Qui-Gon, wanting Qui-Gon's hands on all of him, all at once. Then he reached for his master, pulling at his clothes.

"Let me help," Qui-Gon said quietly, as Obi-Wan's frantic tugging was not accomplishing much. He rose from the bed.

As the last of Qui-Gon's clothing dropped into a heap on the floor, Obi-Wan calmed somewhat. He ran his eyes over Qui-Gon, drinking him in. He loved this man. He looked up into Qui-Gon's eyes and reached out to rest a hand on his chest. His eyes still locked on Obi-Wan's, Qui-Gon lifted the hand and kissed the inside of Obi-Wan's wrist. "You interrupted my meditations, Padawan."

"Yes, master." Qui-Gon kissed his palm, licking it slightly.

"No apology?"

"No, master." Qui-Gon briefly sucked a fingertip.

"Did it deliberately, did you?"

"Yes, master," Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan against him.

He kissed Obi-Wan deeply, then moved his mouth to the younger man's neck. Say, it again

"Yes, master." Qui-Gon was nibbling skillfully now.

Again

"Yes, master." This time it was a moan, barely recognizable as speech.

Qui-Gon lifted Obi-Wan in his arms and returned him to the bed. He looked at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan watched him. Qui-Gon's intense gaze was almost a caress. Qui-Gon always seemed to need this moment at some point during their love making. Then Qui-Gon was in the bed with him again. Arms around him, mouth on his. Qui-Gon pulled back and stroked Obi-Wan's face. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

Obi-Wan smiled gently at him. "Thank you, master." Then he reinitiated the kiss, tongue sliding sensously into Qui-Gon's mouth. It began as a slow, sensual kiss, but they were both too aroused for it too remain that way. Soon they were kissing heatedly, bodies moving together.

Qui-Gon pulled away. He knelt between Obi-Wan's legs. The bottle of oil flying to his hand, as it always did. He poured some into his hands. Then slid one finger into his Padawan. Obi-Wan cried out at the contact. Drawing his legs up to open himself more, offer himself to Qui-Gon. A second finger followed. His master's other hand closed on his aching cock, the oil letting it slide easily up and down.

Obi-Wan groaned. His hands clenched the sheets. "Qui-Gon, Master, Please."

Qui-Gon's hands found an easy rhythm. The hand on Obi-Wan's stroked downward, as his fingers pushed in. The hand moved upward as his fingers moved out. Obi-Wan was lost in the intense pleasure created by Qui-Gon's hands. Qui-Gon increased his pace gradually, in time with his apprentice's escalating arousal. Then Obi-Wan came, his semen spurting upward, landing on them both.

As Obi-Wan's shuddering eased, he started to speak. "Qui-Gon, I wanted..."

"I know, love," Qui-Gon interrupted. "But I like to watch you come too, you know."

Suddenly, Obi-Wan felt very exposed.

"Besides who said we were done?" Qui-Gon was leaning forward, licking at the semen on Obi-Wan's chest. He worked his way up to Obi-Wan's nipples and took one into his mouth. Giving Obi-Wan a little taste of what had been done to him, he sent Obi-Wan his sensations, the feel of the stiffened flesh under his tongue. Obi-Wan was once again fully hard against him. He moved to the other nipple, for a brief moment. Then kissed his apprentice, before again kneeling between his legs.

He reached for the oil, but Obi-Wan got there first. "Let me." He poured the oil into his hands, then applied it with agonizing slowness to Qui-Gon's cock. Obi-Wan's touch had him inflamed to the point of orgasm. He closed his eyes, giving in to those hands.

"Not yet," Obi-Wan whispered. "I want you inside me, Qui-Gon."

Qui-Gon groaned. He captured Obi-Wan's move with his, kissing him roughly. Then he pushed him back onto the bed. Qui-Gon slid forward into Obi-Wan, and came immediately. Obi-Wan thrilled. The feel of Qui-Gon's cum spurting into him. The sight of his master, head thrown back, face flushed with pleasure. The groan that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.

Qui-Gon held perfectly still within him for several moments, then began moving slowly. Obi-Wan gave into that rhythm. Conscious thought ceased. The only thing that mattered was Qui-Gon. He kept his eyes open, watching as Qui-Gon fucked him. His legs were on Qui-Gon's shoulders. Qui-Gon's hands held his hips. Qui-Gon's whole body was moving. His cock stroking easily in and out of Obi-Wan. He looked at Qui-Gon's face. Pleasure written across those strong features. He longed to open himself more. No matter how deeply inside of him Qui-Gon got, it was never deep enough. He sensed Qui-Gon's impending orgasm, and surrendered himself as well. They came together. Qui-Gon stayed within him for several moments afterward, allowing himself to grow flaccid, before sliding out of Obi-Wan and moving up next to him on the bed.

Obi-Wan nestled against him. "Master, you have to admit that this was a far more pleasant way to pass the afternoon than meditating."

Qui-Gon looked down at him, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "That depends on what the subject of my meditation was, does it not, Padawan?"

Seeing the look on Obi-Wan's face, he laughed softly. "I love you, Obi-Wan."

"Yes, master."

Qui-Gon rose from his meditations and walked about the room. Their mission had been successful, and brief, for once. Of course, it's brevity only meant that they were back on this damn freighter all the sooner. The monotony had even begun to wear on Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan was actually holding up remarkably well, considering how much he disliked inactivity. Thinking of his apprentice brought a hint of a smile to Qui-Gon's lips. He reached out to determine where his apprentice was.

Qui-Gon found him easily enough. He was in one of the holds, levitating the cargo. Qui-Gon's smile broadened, the potential of the situation becoming evident. Eyes twinkling mischievously, he insinuated himself into Obi-Wan's mind. Padawan, I must say that I approve of your choice of afternoon activity. But isn't it a little easy for you? I think you should increase the difficulty level.

Obi-Wan was wary. He recognized the mischievous tone in his master's thoughts. On the other hand, he could use a challenge and his curiosity was aroused. All right, Master, he replied carefully, what do you suggest?

Keep levitating. If you can, was the response.

With that Qui-Gon began sending him very clear impressions of his own thoughts. Obi-Wan groaned to himself. He'd asked for this. It was a good thing the cargo was so well packed. At least, he hoped it was.

Qui-Gon imagined himself in the hold with Obi-Wan, standing behind him. In his mind, he lifted his hand and ran it slowly along the side of Obi-Wan's neck. Then he leaned forward and began following the path he had created with his fingers, with his mouth. He moved slowly down his Padawan's neck, each spot thoroughly sucked, licked, nipped. The Obi-Wan in his imagination groaned, so did the Obi-Wan in the cargo hold.

As he neared the base of Obi-Wan's neck, Qui-Gon slid his arms around Obi-Wan's waist. He resisted the urge to pull him back against him, holding him lightly instead. Knowing Obi-Wan wanted more contact, Qui-Gon chose to let him want, at least for now. Finishing with Obi-Wan's neck, he ran his hands over Obi-Wan's abdomen, almost, but not quite, touching his chest. He began undoing Obi-Wan's belt. Let it drop to the floor. Slowly, he began to open Obi-Wan's tunic, savoring the knowledge that Obi-Wan was impatient to feel his hands upon him, but unwilling to show it.

He even fantasizes tormenting me, thought Obi-Wan. No wonder he's so good at it. He must spend all of his spare time planning how to torture me next.

Not all of my spare time, Padawan, Qui-Gon laughed in his mind. But it does make you wonder at the subject of my meditations, does it not?

Obi-Wan didn't reply. His master's hands were now on bare flesh and one of the crates he had been levitating dipped dangerously. Cursing silently, he raised it again.

Obi-Wan's warm flesh under his hands. That was a thought Qui-Gon savored. As much as he now knew Obi-Wan enjoyed Qui-Gon touching him, Qui-Gon was convinced that he enjoyed touching Obi-Wan even more. Soft, smooth skin over hard muscle. It was an intoxicating combination. Qui-Gon focused on that, on how it felt to run his hands over Obi-Wan's torso. Inevitably his hands drifted upward. Finding what he sought, he ran his fingers around the edge of Obi-Wan's nipples. Obi-Wan inhaled in anticipation. Qui-Gon responded by brushing his fingers over his Padawan's nipples, lightly, infuriatingly lightly. Chuckling softly, Qui-Gon took an earlobe in his mouth and sucked. Obi-Wan moaned, and at that instant Qui-Gon pinched his nipples. Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan back against him, giving him something to lean against. His hands again moved down Obi-Wan. He placed one on the center of his abdomen and used it to hold Obi-Wan firmly against him. He knew his own erection was pressing into the small of the other man's back. With his other hand he brushed Obi-Wan's erection.

Several of the crates were now barely above the ground. Obi-Wan's concentration was frayed. Simply knowing that his master thought of him this way was wildly arousing. To have those thoughts shared with him was almost unbearable.

Qui-Gon was feeling a bit smug. Obi-Wan deserved this. After all he had started it. Besides, he deserved to know how much he was desired. Qui-Gon returned his attention to Obi-Wan's cock. He caressed it through the fabric of his pants. In his imagination, Obi-Wan pushed his hips forward in response. Qui-Gon began undoing the fastenings of his pants. He slid his hand inside...

The crates crashed.

Come here, Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan needed no encouragement. Fleetingly, he considered restacking the crates, decided it could wait. As he headed down the hall he was grateful that the ship had a crew of one. He would not have wanted to be seen in this condition, at least by anyone other than Qui-Gon.

He entered their quarters and felt Qui-Gon step behind him. His hand stroked Obi-Wan's neck. "Will you do whatever I ask, Obi-Wan?" he inquired, his voice low.

"Yes, " Obi-Wan replied without thinking. "Anything." His voice was strained.

Qui-Gon began to kiss his neck and Obi-Wan trembled, his arousal now overwhelming. Qui-Gon put his arms around his Padawan and drew him back against him, supporting him. He quickly undid Obi-Wan's belt. He ran his hands over Obi-Wan's chest before removing his tunic. Reaching out with the force he undid the fastenings of Obi-Wan's boots. Obi-Wan hastily kicked them off and Qui-Gon loosened Obi-Wan's pants, letting them fall to the ground. Stepping around in front of his Padawan, Qui-Gon placed a hand on the back of his neck. Leaning down he pressed his mouth to Obi-Wan's. Obi-Wan groaned and leaned into his master, opening his mouth willingly, hungrily.

Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan against him, kissing him roughly. Obi-Wan responded eagerly. After several minutes, he released Obi-Wan and pulled him toward the bed. Sitting, Obi-Wan standing in front of him, he applied his mouth to a nipple, sucking hard. Obi-Wan tangled his hands in Qui-Gon's hair. Finding his master's hair tie, he removed it. Qui-Gon looked up at him and Obi-Wan took the opportunity for another kiss. Qui-Gon pulled him tight and rolled them both onto the bed, lips still locked. Obi-Wan was on his back. Qui-Gon half beside him, half on him. They kissed wildly, bruisingly. Qui-Gon was touching what he could of Obi-Wan, unable to hold his hand still.

Finally, he pulled back. Obi-Wan stared at him. The look on Qui-Gon's face took his breath away. Passion, love, desire all reflected there. "Do you want to know what I've been imagining ever since the afternoon you interrupted my meditations?" Qui-Gon asked, his voice barely audible.

"What?" Obi-Wan's voice was scarcely louder than his master's.

"Watching you come." Qui-Gon looked intently at him for a moment, then began kissing his way down Obi-Wan. His mouth and hands moved greedily across Obi-Wan's chest, down his abdomen. Bypassing his cock Qui-Gon nipped lightly at the inside of his thighs. Sitting up, Qui-Gon captured one of Obi-Wan's hands and brought it to his mouth. He kissed along the side of it, before taking a fingertip in his mouth. He sucked briefly for a moment, then moved Obi-Wan's hand to his own cock. "Come for me, Obi-Wan. Make yourself come for me."

Obi-Wan looked at him. There had been no hint of command in that voice, only desire, need. Qui-Gon was asking him for this.

His eyes riveted to his master's face, Obi-Wan began to move his hand.

"Slower."

Obi-Wan slowed. He had never felt so aroused or exposed in his life. Exposing himself like this, letting Qui-Gon see him this way was intensely exciting. Qui-Gon watched him hungrily, moving his eyes from Obi-Wan's cock to his face and back again.

He groaned. He needed more, needed to move faster.

Qui-Gon sensed it. "Faster Obi-Wan."

"Not too much," he added as the speed of Obi-Wan's hand on his cock increased. Obi-Wan slowed a little. Qui-Gon leaned over and licked the head of his cock. Obi-Wan nearly came at the contact.

He was determined to hold on, to wait until Qui-Gon said he could come. A few more strokes. He couldn't take much more. "Come for me, love. Come." Qui-Gon's voice was so rough it was almost harsh.

Permission given, Obi-Wan came. He thrust his hips upward, moaning Qui-Gon's name as he spurted, over and over. It felt like it would never end. But it did. Shaken, he opened his eyes and looked at his master. The look in Qui-Gon's eyes was almost enough to make him hard again. Reaching up he pulled Qui-Gon down on top of him, kissing him. His lips moved from Qui-Gon's mouth across his face, back to his mouth again. "Fuck me," he whispered. Qui-Gon took his chin in one of his big hands, kissing him softly.

"Actually, Padawan, I had thought..." he hesitated.

"What, love? Tell me what you want. Anything you want, I'll do."

"I want you. Inside me."

Obi-Wan was surprised at the words. In the six months they had been lovers, he had always been the one penetrated. The idea of being inside Qui-Gon had him instantly hard again. He wrapped his arms around Qui-Gon's shoulders, kissing him. He rolled them over. Then he realized Qui-Gon was still fully dressed.

"There is one slight problem, love," he said quietly, his lips near Qui-Gon's ear. "You're overdressed."

"So I am." Qui-Gon sat up and together they removed his clothing. Obi-Wan studied his naked master's form. He was powerfully built, broad shoulders and chest, strong arms, long well-muscled legs. As always, he noted the scars, for him a symbol of what Qui-Gon was, what he did. He now new the source of all of them. He had made Qui-Gon tell him one night. His eyes reached his master's face. His breath caught. Qui-Gon looked so beautiful, hair disheveled, spread out around him, piercing blue eyes softened by desire. Tenderness and lust coursed through him at the thought of what he was about to do.

Lying next to Qui-Gon, he began kissing him, stroking him. He could sense the intensity of Qui-Gon's arousal and the feeling of vulnerability at having exposed so much of himself. Obi-Wan used his hands and mouth to soothe and reassure, to convey the depth of his love for this man.

"Please, Obi-Wan. I..."

"I know, love." Obi-Wan took the bottle of oil from the table next to the bed and moved between his master's legs. He generously oiled two of his fingers. He circled the rim of Qui-Gon's anus with an oiled finger, felt him tense slightly. He continued the movement, and Qui-Gon began to relax. Slowly he pushed his finger into his master. Qui-Gon exhaled slowly, relaxing himself around that finger. Obi-Wan brushed his prostate and Qui-Gon gasped. He pulled the finger out, pushed it back in. Several strokes later, he added a second finger. He moved his fingers slowly within Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon began moving, pushing himself onto those fingers. How he managed to do this so easily on his back Obi-Wan was unsure. Not that it mattered. Satisfied that Qui-Gon was ready, he applied more oil to his cock and placed it at the entrance to his master's anus.

You have to control this, Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon groaned in response.

Realizing the control would have to come from him, Obi-Wan reached out with the force. He wanted to increase his awareness of his master, to ensure that he did not hurt him. Qui-Gon accepted Obi-Wan's presence in his mind eagerly, opening his mind along with his body.

Obi-Wan moved forward carefully, sliding the head of his cock into Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon moaned his name. Sensing no discomfort he continued, moving slowly forward until he was fully within Qui-Gon. He stopped, savoring the sensation of Qui-Gon around his cock. He looked down at the man beneath him. He wanted Qui-Gon to know what he was feeling, to know how much he meant to Obi-Wan. Words failed him. Instead he just opened his mind as fully as he could, tearing down any shields Qui-Gon hadn't already penetrated. He felt Qui-Gon start as his Padawan's emotions reached him. Qui-Gon reached up and stroked his face. Obi-Wan pressed his face against that hand, then turned his head and kissed the palm. He began to move. He stroked slowly. It felt so good. He was thankful that Qui-Gon had not felt any pain, because he wasn't certain that he could control himself much longer.

Don't.

"What?" he asked aloud.

Don't hold back.

Obi-Wan stopped trying to control himself. He gave into the need driving him and began moving faster. Soon he was utterly beyond control. They both were. Qui-Gon was so open to him. He thrust harder, still harder. Soon his movements were a blur. Qui-Gon came. His muscles contracted around Obi-Wan; his come squirted over both of them. The sound that came from inside him was neither a scream or a moan. It was all too much for Obi-Wan who rammed into his master, feeling like he was exploding.

When the trembling ceased, he slowly withdrew from Qui-Gon who immediately pulled Obi-Wan on top of him. They clung together. He needed this, needed the solidity of Qui-Gon against him.

Qui-Gon stroked his hair. "You've turned me into a wanton," he said quietly.

"It's what you secretly longed to be. Admit it."

"Perhaps."

Obi-Wan pulled back, raising his head so that he could look into Qui-Gon's face. "Perhaps, " he repeated.

Qui-Gon smiled. "You're right. I have always wanted this. Never thought I would find it."

"You'd have found it sooner if you weren't so stubborn."

"I'm not stubborn. I'm determined. It's an admirable trait in a Jedi. You're rather determined yourself."

"Good thing, or we wouldn't be here." Obi-Wan said. Despite his best efforts to seem scolding, the corners of his mouth turned up. Leaning forward he kissed Qui-Gon gently, then snuggled against him.

Far too soon for Obi-Wan's liking, Qui-Gon stirred. "Padawan, I need a shower."

"Sticky, Master?"

"Umm. A little. Yes."

"If you ask nicely I may agree to wash your back." Obi-Wan offered. "And then you can help me restack the crates."

Surprisingly, Qui-Gon agreed. "It's the least I can do, since I'm the reason you dropped them."

Obi-Wan looked at him, startled by the tone in his voice. "You sound inordinately pleased with yourself."

Qui-Gon laughed. "I am."