Obi-Wan snuck into the room he was sharing with his Master, quietly undressed, and made his way towards the bathroom to take a well-needed shower. His Master lay sleeping on their shared bed, but Obi-Wan sent him a feeling of his presence so the older man could register his return. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan had learned a long time ago, was a stickler for curfews.
*How old does he think I am?* Obi-Wan thought to himself. *I'm not a kid anymore*
He grinned to himself as he thought of the many occasions when he had proven his maturity, and he felt his body respond to the memories. He grinned again.
*I could do with more lessons in control, though* he thought.
Padding barefoot to the doorway of the bedroom, he stood and watched the silent, sleeping figure of his master. His eyes roamed over Qui-Gon's body as it lay naked, hardly covered by the one thin sheet.
*By the force, I've never been more glad than now that the climate here is unbearably hot*
A silent chuckle escaped his mouth as he watched his Master turn over in his sleep, revealing even more flesh than before. Obi-Wan moaned softly.
*Ohhhh, Master, how I could make you _so_ happy...*
His eyes lingered a moment longer over Qui-Gon's body before he turned and padded back to the shower, turned the taps, and stood under the colder-than-necessary water.
*Oh, Master...* he thought again. *I'm not a child anymore. I want you _so_ badly. I know that you probably haven't even given me a second thought. You wouldn't have even guessed what I think about you, what I want to _do_ to you...*
Obi-Wan grinned slightly to himself.
*You might be wise, Master, but I doubt you are anything more than a novice when it comes to imagining what _I_ imagine, and doing what _I_ do*
Obi-Wan sighed as he lay his head back against the side of the shower wall.
*Ohhhh...how I want to show you, though... How I want you to be part of _my_ world. To see you let go of your controlled exterior just once...*
His hand automatically made its way down his water-drenched body, as it had done so many times before when his thoughts turned to his Master. He saw his arousal and curled his fingers around it, watching the waterdrops slide down from its tip. He stood, mesmerised by the pattern the water made on its journey down his body, wishing it could be his Master who was covering every part of him from head to toe. His breathing deepened as he began sliding his hand up and down the length of his cock, water mixing with pre-cum to further lubricate his ever-increasing movements. He thought of his Master bending him over a table in one of the Jedi training rooms, and forcing his hard cock up inside him, holding his waist to keep his young body still against the older man's wild thrusts. Obi-Wan's began moaning quietly, feeling the intensity of the image flood through his body. He pictured his Master once again, this time in the shower with him, Qui-Gon's hand on his cock, his strong body pressed up against him, pushing him down onto his knees, holding his head in place, and thrusting his cock hard into his willing mouth. The thought was too much for the young Jedi to handle, and he came in one intense moment, pressing his free hand to his mouth to stifle the verbal release.
Obi-Wan stood under the cool water for a while afterwards to calm himself, and then stepped out and grabbed a towel from the nearby rack. Wrapping it around his waist loosely, he wandered back to the bedroom which he and Qui-Gon had been forced to share due to the current lack in accommodation around the Jedi home-base after various politicians landed for the annual diplomatic visits. Obi-Wan was far from annoyed at the bed-sharing arrangement, and he smiled slightly as he stood at the foot of the bed, lightly drying his naked body. He silently thought of what would happen if Qui-Gon were to wake now and see him standing there, displaying his young, firm body to him. He felt himself harden as his thoughts again returned to his fantasies. Qui-Gon waking up, taking in the impressive vision of his young apprentice, leaning forward in the bed and raising a hand to reach over and behind the Jedi's head, pulling him down onto the bed, face down on his stomach, moving around to position himself between his open legs, reaching his fingers up inside him, stretching him out in time to take the full force of Qui-Gon's hips pushing his cock up inside the young Jedi.
*Damn!* thought Obi-Wan as he saw he was now fully hard. *Control, Obi-Wan* he scolded himself. *Learn some _control_!*
He stood still for a few moments, running over his well-learned breathing exercises in an attempt to calm his body. Finally, the effects started to take place and he made his way over to his side of the bed. He pulled the thin sheet out of the way as he slowly lay down next to his Master and closed his eyes. He could hear the sound of Qui-Gon's breathing, deep and controlled through years of practice.
*He even _breathes_ according to regulation* thought Obi-Wan in amusement. *Maybe it's best that he doesn't know what I do and how I feel. He might die of shock*
Obi-Wan chuckled silently to himself at the thought of his Master trying to calmly cope and reason with his apprentice's revealed habits. "You're a what?" Qui-Gon would say. "A prostitute, Master," Obi-Wan would answer, with a slight grin on his face. "I'm a prostitute. You thought I just went to the bar to socialise after a long day of training." He would laugh, not unkindly. "Well, you wouldn't be far off..." He would then sense a change in Qui-Gon's breathing as the man would draw on his knowledge of the force to calm himself. Then his Master would say: "A Jedi mustn't lose control or let emotion take him over." And Obi-Wan would laugh again, as he knew his Master would always give the objective reply without directly addressing the issue. He preferred to tackle all problems in terms of how it would affect the Force.
*He has a greater love affair with the Force than he has possibly had with any person* thought Obi-Wan. He let out a sigh and positioned himself more comfortably on the bed. *He will sense me if I'm not too careful. He can always sense my mood lower*
Obi-Wan thought of the many times in which his Master would automatically feel depression within his apprentice, and would tell him to look at the situation again. Think of the good rather than the bad. How the situation could be changed to better things. Obi-Wan sat up with a jolt. He turned his head slowly to look at his sleeping Master, and a sly grin slowly spread across his face.
*Oh, Master, how your advice has helped me now, you would never imagine...*
He lay back again, slowly this time, and let his plan take form in his mind's eye.
*If the situation is bad then I must look at the positive. Thank you, Master, I will do _just_ that*
He smirked widely as he lay in thought.
*The negative part of the issue is that I don't have the kind of relationship I want with my Master. Therefore, I must see the positive, and use my knowledge and skills to solve the problem.*
Obi-Wan felt the excitement rush through his body as his thoughts progressed.
*My skills and knowledge are what I have learnt through prostituting myself. Therefore my problem can be solved by using my body to the best of my ability to seduce my Master*
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The next morning Qui-Gon awoke to find Obi-Wan asleep against him, his half-erect cock pressed up against his thigh. The sheet had been kicked down to the end of the bed during the night, and as a result both men were exposed and naked. It was lucky, Qui-Gon thought, that he had awoken before the servants would enter in order to open the room up to let the twin sunrise shine in for the day. Stretching his body out to full reach, he breathed in deeply, greeting the day with an intake of the Force. His stretch resulted in a quiet moan from his apprentice, and he realised that he had inadvertently caused the young man's erection to rub against his thigh as he stretched. Qui-Gon glance rested for a moment on Obi-Wan's firm cock, still resting against him. The man was an impressive sight overall, Qui-Gon thought. His face beautiful, his body strong and firm in all respects. He had grown into a figure to be admired.
"Master..." Obi-Wan murmured as he reflexively curled up against the older man next to him. Qui-Gon waited patiently until his apprentice had reached a full enough state of consciousness, and then gently spoke.
"Good Morning, Padawan. I trust you slept well."
Obi-Wan opened his sleep-filled eyes, and blinked the day into focus. He raised his head, his shortly-cropped hair disheveled after it had been slept on while still damp.
"Master..." Obi Wan repeated, this time it sounded almost like a question, as the young man struggled to remember the events of the past day which would explain his presence in the same bed as his Master. Finally the pieces clicked together and Obi-Wan gave a small smirk as his plan of action came flooding back to him. Qui-Gon noticed the change in his apprentice's expression.
"Is there something amusing about this morning, Padawan?" he inquired. He could still feel the young man's erection against his thigh, but chose not to mention the fact yet.
Obi-Wan shook his head. "Nothing, Master. It does not matter." The young Jedi then glanced down to notice the nudity of both him and his Master, and his own arousal. Qui-Gon thought it was time to speak again.
"You curled up against me in your sleep. I didn't wish to wake you." Obi-Wan's eyes traveled slowly over his Master's naked body, just as they had done the night before. The strong, muscular frame, the cock which held so much potential for him, yet which lay dormant under his present gaze.
"Sorry, Master," he said, but let no sign of regret register on his face. He knew well that Qui-Gon would have noticed the slow movement of his eyes over his body.
There was a pause as both men lay still on the bed.
"If it's all the same to you," Qui-Gon finally said, breaking the silence, "I believe it would be better if you moved."
Obi-Wan grinned and jumped off the bed in one smooth movement. Yet, he did not reach for his clothes as Qui-Gon had expected. Instead, he walked naked over to the fruit bowl which stood on the table near the door.
"Are you hungry, Master?" he asked calmly, turning to face the older man and simultaneously positioning himself as to flaunt his body in the best possible manner. He picked a banana out of the fruit bowl and began peeling it slowly, with only the slightest smile registering on his face.
"No, thank you, Obi-Wan," replied Qui-Gon, "I must shower first and prepare for the day's events." His eyes did not leave the motions of his apprentice as the young man finished slowly peeling the skin away from the fruit inside.
"It is a shame, then, Master, that you will miss out on the pleasure of the taste of ripe fruit first thing in the morning," Obi-Wan continued, slowly bringing the banana up to his lips, and pushing the tip into his mouth. His eyes never left his Master while he half-licked, half-sucked the outer surface of the fruit, curling his tongue around its erect shape.
"That might be," spoke Qui-Gon finally with a slight smile, "but judging by the time it is taking you to gain 'pleasure' from that fruit, were I to indulge myself in the same manner, then I might never be finished in time for this morning's training."
Obi-Wan grinned, pushed the remaining banana fully into his mouth and swallowed it whole. "Point taken, Master," he teased. "I shall dress myself, then."
The young man walked over to the drawers which contained their traditional Jedi uniforms, and then paused to note his Master's actions. Qui-Gon was standing by their bed, carefully tucking and pulling the sheet back to its original position. He glanced up at his young apprentice, as though feeling his eyes upon him. As soon as Obi-Wan was sure he had secured an audience, he bent down from the waist, making sure his firm buttocks were positioned towards his Master to guarantee optimum viewing. Taking his time, he pulled open the bottom drawer and fished around inside for fresh clothes. Glancing between his slightly separated legs, he noticed with a self-satisfying grin that Qui-Gon had paused in his actions to watch him. Yet almost as soon as his show had begun, Obi-Wan noted Qui-Gon walk over to his own clothes, gather then together and make his way to the bathroom. Obi-Wan stood up slowly as his Master disappeared out of sight.
*I can't read him* thought the young man. *Every time I notice him watching me, yet each time he acts as though he doesn't realise what I'm doing* He took a deep breath. *I must try harder*
Obi-Wan looked towards the direction of the bathroom, and heard the water of the shower begin to fall. A slow smirk appeared on his face. *Oh, Master, I will have you yet*
The young Jedi discarded the clothes he had just retrieved from the drawer, and moved purposefully towards the bathroom like a cat stalking its prey. As he entered the room, a cloud of stream greeted him but he walked straight through until he reached the shower door. He could see the shape of his Master through the glass, naked and glistening beneath the onslaught of water. His mind returned again to his fantasies as he stood ready to enter. He thought of how his Master would turn to face him with a look of lust and pull him under the water, tight up against his smooth skin. How his Master would then begin stroking his short hair, massaging the water through it, then slide his fingers down his cheek and onto his lips, slowly stroking them and gently pushing them slightly apart to slide one long finger inside his mouth. How he would then moisten his Master's digit with his tongue, slowly licking and sucking on the smooth skin. Their eyes would stare deep within one another with such a strong feeling of lust and desire that their shared Force would almost be tangible between them. He then thought of how he would reach his hands up to his Master's firm chest and then run them down the water-drenched skin, lower and lower, until he would reach his hand around the older man's fully erect cock, and begin stroking it slowly, listening to his Master begin softly moaning, feeling his Master slide both hands down his back and grab hold of his buttocks tightly, pushing himself hungrily up against his hands and body, pushing them so close together that there would be hardly room to breathe. And then he thought of how his Master would capture his mouth with his own, kissing him gently at first, then more forcefully as he became more and more aroused from the closeness of his body and the movements of his hands on the older man's straining cock. He would hear his Master moan louder and louder, joining his own sounds of ecstasy, then finally in one extraordinary moment, hearing his Master scream his name for the universe to hear, as they both would climax simultaneously, hard up against each other.
Obi-Wan resurfaced from his thoughts, took a few deep breaths, and noticed he had cum at the thought of his fantasy.
*Be careful, Obi-Wan* the young Jedi scolded himself. *You will wear yourself out before you even begin*
He knew he must use control if his seduction was to succeed. Too fast, and he would scare his Master off. Slowly he grabbed the handle of the shower door and pulled it open. A flood of steam escaped from the glass enclosure, leaving only the sight of his Master's beautiful, naked body standing under the fall of water. Qui-Gon turned his head towards his apprentice, and gave him a questioning look.
"Padawan," he spoke, "I'm sure I have not been in the shower so long that you have needed to come check on me."
Obi-Wan gave his Master a little smile as an excuse formed in his head.
"A servant just arrived and informed me that all at the palace must conserve their water supplies as there is the possibility of a drought on its way soon. As you know, this climate would mean that the water would dry out in hardly any time at all, so I thought that it would be best if we shared our showers until the back-up water supplies arrive in a couple of days. Apparently they are delayed."
Qui-Gon eyed his apprentice for a moment noticing he was still half-erect, and then nodded.
"A wise decision, my Padawan," he said. "It pleases me to know you value the needs of others before your own."
A slight guilty flush crept over Obi-Wan's cheeks, but he pushed it back and smiled. "It is your influence on me that makes me the way I am, Master," he replied, in all honesty.
Qui-Gon smiled cryptically and moved further to the back of the shower, allowing his apprentice room to enter. Obi-Wan stepped in, and as he did so he felt his cock harden more at the prospect of such close contact with his Master. As the first droplets of water rolled down his body, he felt a shiver pass through him, almost anticipatory. Qui-Gon passed him the soap and he began building up a lather on his chest, moving on to his arms and legs, all the time keeping his eyes locked on his Master and his reaction. Qui-Gon just stood patiently as the young man washed himself, following the trail of the soap with his eyes. Over his chest, down his muscled biceps, further down to his strong thighs, Qui-Gon's eyes traveled as he stood admiring his apprentice's matured body.
*He is no longer a child* he thought to himself, and smiled inwardly.
Obi-Wan continued washing himself, moving his hand to where it had traveled so many times before, but never with his Master physically with him. He allowed a small amount of soap the lather the area, but then brought his other hand down to take the place that the soap just moments before had occupied. Slowly and deliberately, he began stroking his cock, under the pretense of cleaning himself. He noticed his movements reflexively increasing in speed, and quickly pulled his hand away as he knew that control and timing would be the key to winning over his Master. Instead, he turned his back to his Master in order to display his buttocks for the man to view. He moved the soap around behind himself and began building up a lather across his tight, firm cheeks. Stepping back suddenly under the concentrated downpour of water, he pushed himself firmly into Qui-Gon, moaning ever so slightly as he felt his Master's cock press against his back. It was not erect though, and Obi-Wan felt a twinge of frustration within himself.
*What do I have to _do_ to get him to respond to me!* he thought exasperatedly.
His own cock was fully erect at the feel of his Master behind him. He was surprised that no comment had been made, as he was sure Qui-Gon would have noticed. Turning around to face the man once again, he eyed his Master up and down slowly and obviously for any signs of a reaction towards his behaviour. There were none, and Qui-Gon appeared as calm and collected as ever.
"Master," he said finally. "Will you wash my back for me?"
Qui-Gon nodded, unsurprised, and took the soap from his apprentice's hand. Obi-Wan made sure their eyes met for an extended time before slowly turning around to offer his back to his Master. He placed both his hands on the wall of the shower, bent forward slightly and then stood there, waiting. He knew the position was unnecessary for what his Master expected, but he hoped it would spark a twinge of sexual passion within the older man. If it did, then his Master was not willing to reveal it. Instead, he placed one hand on Obi-Wan's hip and with the other began moving the soap over his apprentice's back in slow, gentle movements, sliding it over the smooth skin yet stopping just above where the young Jedi's back ended. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, silently willing his Master's hand to move lower and his body to move closer. His wish was left unsatisfied as Qui-Gon finished cleaning his young apprentice, then stepped back and moved as if to turn off the taps. Obi-Wan, turning his head to notice his Master's move, quickly spoke again.
"Do you wish me to wash your back, Master?" he asked with a little too much eagerness in his voice.
Qui-Gon's hand rested unmoving on the tap, and he smiled. "I have managed on my own up until now, Obi-Wan."
"But you don't have to now, Master," responded his apprentice quickly. "I'm here."
Qui-Gon smiled again, kindly. "Well, if it will please you, then do."
"Oh, it will please me Master," Obi-Wan responded in an overly heart-felt tone.
Qui-Gon paused and for a moment Obi-Wan dreaded he had revealed too much too quickly. Yet if it was so, once again his Master did not reveal any knowledge of an ulterior motive and turned smoothly on the slippery floor to bare his back for his apprentice. Obi-Wan felt his breath quicken ever so slightly as his hand brushed his Master's as the soap changed hands. Slowly he raised his hand to Qui-Gon's back and watched the soapsuds slide out from between his fingers and trail their way down the curve of the man's glistening back. He began to move his hand, in slow circles at first, relishing the feel of his fingers brushing against the surprisingly soft wet skin beneath them. Higher his hand moved, reaching up to his Master's shoulders, shudders of pleasure running through his body as he touched the powerful muscles clearly visible under the smooth skin. Gently, he brushed the man's long hair out of his way, feeling the soft strands slip through his fingers as he did so. He paused, entranced for a moment at the vision of his Master in front of him, naked and drenched, willingly allowing him to feel him like he had always desired. Suddenly a slight movement registered in Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan quickly brought his attention back to the job at hand. He breathed deeply inward, realising at the same time that his breathing might have appeared more ragged than usual to his Master's trained ear. Glancing down at his own naked body, he realised also that he was fully aroused once again, the tip of his cock only millimetres away from his Master's bare buttocks. Quickly he pulled himself back with an effort of will, but his eyes stayed glued to the firm muscles in front of him. His hand slid down the soap trail on Qui-Gon's back, and onto the curves of the two beautiful cheeks. Somewhere at the back of his mind a thought registered that he should be less obvious about his motives, yet the vision before him was too much to resist. Obi-Wan's hand began moving gently, his other hand reaching up to grasp hold of the muscled skin in front of him. Qui-Gon revealed no signs of objecting to his apprentice's roaming hand, and Obi-Wan continued his obsessive washing of his Master's buttocks for a few moments longer, before suddenly Qui-Gon gently reached his own hands behind himself and gently pushed his apprentice back as he stepped under the downfall of water to wash the immense amount of suds from his body. Obi-wan let out a soft moan as his hands separated from his Master, but he did nothing except stand and wait to see if Qui-Gon would respond or comment in any way. There was no noise except the rush of water while his Master washed himself clean, then finally the man spoke as he turned to his apprentice with a smile.
"Thank you, my Padawan. You are a very efficient cleaner." And with that he turned the taps off, pushed open the door of the shower and exited, leaving his apprentice standing naked and slightly frustrated within.
*Damn!* thought Obi-Wan. *Who does he think he is - the celibate high priest of Al'rimah?!*
And with that, the young apprentice stepped out of the shower, walked over to the fogged mirror, stared at his own reflection and contemplated his next plan of action.
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