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Another short one.
What Can't Be Seen Part 6
It was a dispirited Qui-Gon Jinn who paused outside the door to his own quarters. He'd been walking ever since he'd left the club, feeling dirty, unclean. He'd taken a lifetime vow and thrown it away on someone who didn't care and worse, right now was probably bragging about having had a Jedi Master.
His stomach roiled at the thought of being nothing more than a string of fast fucks in a young man's evening. He knew there was a certain amount of celebrity in screwing a Jedi. An odd perception that somehow the sex was better. As if any Jedi would bestow anything higher on a random coupling.
He attempted to order his thoughts, as he stood before the door. It was too early for Obi-Wan to be home just yet, but just in case, he needed to be wearing his best bland masterly face. The door snicked open as he palmed it and he stepped inside. Then stood stock still in shock.
Obi-Wan was kneeling on the floor, in a pose of perfect submission. The two words he spoke to his master had been said countless times in the past, but never before had they evoked the response they did tonight.
"My Master," Obi-Wan said and the heat that tore through Qui-Gon like a tidal wave had nothing to do with anything fatherly, but plenty to do with love, devotion and pure lust. They stayed in these positions for a long moment, each finally sharing an emotion they both understood, confusion.
It was a dispirited Qui-Gon Jinn who paused outside the door to his own quarters. He'd been walking ever since he'd left the club, feeling dirty, unclean. He'd taken a lifetime vow and thrown it away on someone who didn't care and worse, right now was probably bragging about having had a Jedi Master.
His stomach roiled at the thought of being nothing more than a string of fast fucks in a young man's evening. He knew there was a certain amount of celebrity in screwing a Jedi. An odd perception that somehow the sex was better. As if any Jedi would bestow anything higher on a random coupling.
He attempted to order his thoughts, as he stood before the door. It was too early for Obi-Wan to be home just yet, but just in case, he needed to be wearing his best bland masterly face. The door snicked open as he palmed it and he stepped inside. Then stood stock still in shock.
Obi-Wan was kneeling on the floor, in a pose of perfect submission. The two words he spoke to his master had been said countless times in the past, but never before had they evoked the response they did tonight.
"My Master," Obi-Wan said and the heat that tore through Qui-Gon like a tidal wave had nothing to do with anything fatherly, but plenty to do with love, devotion and pure lust. They stayed in these positions for a long moment, each finally sharing an emotion they both understood, confusion.
