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World Enough And Time


Title: World Enough And Time

Fandom: Phantom Menace

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Category: Slash

Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Archive: Ask first

Rating: NC-17. It started out PG, but that Obi-Wan can be damn persistent when he really wants something.

Summary: Our boys find themselves on a lovely planet (eerily resembling the Champlain Valley) with some free time on their hands. Hmmmm. Wonder what they'll do to occupy themselves?

AN: This one came about because I was wondering if it was possible to write a Q/O first time piece without angst. Not that I necessarily mind the angst, I was just wondering…

The door closed behind them and Qui-Gon spoke, voice still showing signs of strain. "I think we have earned an evening off." Obi-Wan readily agreed. This mission had not been especially pleasant. All sides in the dispute, all four of them, had been equally wrong and equally trying. But the combination of Qui-Gon's implacable calm and commanding presence had worked, as it always did. Things were now settled.

"I need a night of not being a Jedi Master." He continued, his tone lightening. "Care to join me?"

Obi-Wan grinned. "I'd love to."

"Good. Let's leave the robes behind for once. Go change. When you get back we'll leave."

Obi-Wan fought the urge to run to his own quarters. 'Night off? leave the robes?,' Qui-Gon was certainly in an odd mood. But Obi-Wan was most definitely not complaining. Arriving, he hastily pulled off his Jedi robes, rummaging around for a change of clothes. While rarely wearing them, Jedi usually travelled with some clothing designed to let them blend in with the local populace if need be. Finding it at last, he pulled on a deep blue shirt and pants the same shade. He added a belt, to which he attatched his lightsaber. Glancing in the mirror, he ran his hand through his hair. 'Not bad,' he thought, heading for the door.


They entered a darkened room. Music was coming from the far end. The singing was in a language Obi-Wan didn't know, but he didn't need to. The singer's meaning was clear enough. Tables dotted the room. The only light seemed to come from the candles on the tables and in various other places along the walls.

A native approached them. He was humanoid, with skin tinted slightly orange, his bare scalp reflecting the light from the candles. "Master Jinn, I did not know you were here," his voice was warm, excited at seeing Qui-Gon.

"Unfortunately, I won't be here much longer. We leave tomorrow." Placing an arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders, he drew him into the conversation. "This is my apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan, this is Jamal Kurvan, owner of this establishment and an old friend."

Kurvan greeted him, "You are very fortunate to have Master Jinn as your teacher." Kurvan looked back at Qui-Gon. "He is a good man, compassionate and wise."

Obi-Wan sensed his master's discomfort. Looking up at Qui-Gon, he couldn't resist adding to that discomfort, just a little. "Yes, he is. And I am thankful every day for his presence in my life." Obi-Wan's tone may have been teasing, but his eyes were not.

Qui-Gon shifted uncomfortably. "A table?"

"Of course, Master Jinn. Would one of the private balconies do?"

"If there is one available."

"There is now," Kurvan replied, leading them toward a winding staircase at the back of the room.


Stepping on to the balcony, Obi-Wan was captivated by the view. He moved to the rail and looked out. Mountains, covered with green, stood behind a long blue lake. Despite the hour, sunlight still played across the lake. Fluffy clouds, streaked with grey floated in the pale blue sky.

Qui-Gon had joined him. "Beautiful isn't it?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan replied. But his eyes were no longer on the lake. He was studying his master's profile. Qui-Gon had dressed in a white shirt, open slightly at the top, and Obi-Wan's eyes travelled appreciatively across the strong shoulders usually concealed by brown robes. Tendrils of desire snaked through him. This time Obi-Wan did not shut them down, or even shield them. To do so tonight seemed wrong somehow. He felt Qui-Gon's approval. No, tonight was definitely not the time for hiding anything.

"Shall we examine the menu?" Obi-Wan looked up at his master and nodded. Had there been something in Qui-Gon's face, his eyes? Obi-Wan shook his head, trying to clear it.

Meal selections were completed just as Kurvan returned. He set a small glass full of a dark caramel colored beverage in front of each of them. "I assume he is old enough?"

Qui-Gon nodded, his voice oddly sensuous, "He is indeed."

Had there been something there? A second meaning in Qui-Gon's words? He shook his head again. His fantasies were getting out of hand.

Qui-Gon leaned forward. "It's a Correllian drink. It goes down readily enough, but it's quite strong. Don't overdo it."

"Alcohol?" Obi-Wan asked in surprise.

"Yup." Lifting his glass, he tilted it in Obi-Wan's direction. "Here's to a night off."

As Kurvan left with their order, Obi-Wan asked Qui-Gon how the two men had met.

"It's a long story. Are you sure you wish to hear it?" Obi-Wan nodded. "Just remember, you asked for it." Qui-Gon leaned back in his chair, stretching out his long legs, drink in hand. "I was sent here the first time about a year after becoming a knight…"

Obi-Wan watched his master, marvelling at seeing him this way. Qui-Gon was almost always calm, but he was rarely relaxed. Tonight he was open, unguarded. Obi-Wan felt his master's emotions flowing to him as the story continued. On the surface were the feelings related to the story he was telling—surprise, fear, amusement. But there was something else, something deeper, something centered on him. Obi-Wan could not quite make it out, but he was certain it was there.

Their meal arrived and one story flowed into another. Obi-Wan asked questions, chuckled at all the right places, and freely encouraged his master to tell more. He was learning more of Qui-Gon's early experiences as a Jedi tonight than he ever had previously.

Far too soon the meal ended.


Stepping out into the street, Qui-Gon inhaled deeply, basking in the warm evening air. Beside him Obi-Wan noticed his master's enjoyment. "It is a nice change. Why is it that we always seem to be sent to places with the most abominable climates?"

"That is easily explained, Padawan." He glanced down at Obi-Wan. "The Council hates us."

The comment caught Obi-Wan completely by surprise. He burst out laughing.

Qui-Gon found himself joining in. Obi-Wan's laugh was infectious. 'Perhaps I am not too dour for him after all,' Qui-Gon thought to himself. Aloud he said, "Would you care to see more of this place? No doubt our next assignment will once again be to someplace abominable."

"So we should take advantage of this opportunity?" Obi-Wan continued. Qui-Gon nodded. "Lead the way, Master."


The two walked in companionable silence. They had left the town behind some time ago and Qui-Gon was now leading them into the surrounding forest. They were moving steadily upward and Obi-Wan wondered how much more time they had before the daylight gave out. It didn't really matter, not to Obi-Wan. He was too busy enjoying this time with Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon was clearly enjoying himself as well. His emotions and thoughts flowed freely to his apprentice, as Obi-Wan's did to him. After many years together as Master and Padawan, they could use the force to communicate quite easily, almost unthinkingly. But this really was unthinkingly. Obi-Wan considered what had caused the change, but was unable to reach any conclusion. Of greater interest were the fleeting impressions of intense anticipation, almost anxiety, he was getting from Qui-Gon.

Quite unexpectedly the forest opened up and they entered a clearing. One which provided an even more spectacular view of the valley than the restaurant balcony had. Obi-Wan could see almost the entire length of the lake. Adding to the view was the setting of the planet's sun and the rising of its two moons.

Qui-Gon looked down at him. His voice quiet, he asked "Like it?" Obi-Wan smiled up at him. "I thought you might." Qui-Gon reached out for his apprentice. Sitting down, Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan down in front of him. Then, he wrapped his arms around his apprentice, drawing the younger man against his chest. "Shall we watch the sunset, Obi-Wan?" he asked, his mouth next to Obi-Wan's ear, his voice barely above a whisper. Obi-Wan didn't answer. He didn't have to.

The view was no doubt beautiful, even breathtaking, but Obi-Wan did not notice. All of his attention was focused on Qui-Gon. His master's physical presence captivated him. Qui-Gon against him, his arms around him, the sound of his breath, his heartbeat. But even more intoxicating were the feelings flowing over him. Desire, lust, a deep affection that transcended anything he had felt from Qui-Gon before, all came clearly to him. And there were images, of him—sleeping, meditating, laughing, training. Qui-Gon's perceptions of him were unexpected, but not as unexpected as the other images. Images of them together, of things which had not happened. Qui-Gon's fantasies? of him? Realizing how deeply into his mind Obi-Wan had gotten, Qui-Gon sought to pull back, to restore some of the shields between them.

Don't. The word was accompanied by a dizzying array of feelings and images. Obi-Wan pulled down his remaining shields, letting Qui-Gon see everything. His lust, his fevered imaginings of the two of them together, were revealed to the man he craved.

Qui-Gon flushed with pleasure and amazement at the emotions coming from his Padawan. He had half-feared that the feelings he had been sensing in Obi-Wan were nothing more than hero-worship, the affection of a student for a favored teacher. But what he was perceiving in Obi-Wan's mind now completely erased those fears. Obi-Wan did not worship him. He saw his flaws, all right, perhaps a little to clearly. And he did not love Qui-Gon despite them, or because of them. He simply understood them to be as much a part of Qui-Gon as his more heroic qualitites. He was loved, Qui-Gon realized, understood and loved.

Obi-Wan turned to face him, Qui-Gon. His master's large hands sought his face, touching him tenderly. Kneeling between his master's thighs, Obi-Wan reached up and loosened Qui-Gon's hair, running his hands through it. Looking into Qui-Gon's eyes Obi-Wan saw something he had never thought to see in his master—need. He brought his mouth to Qui-Gon's and was caught in a maelstorm of unrestrained passion. Qui-Gon's lips and tongue were demanding, even rough. Obi-Wan opened his lips to that tongue, letting his mouth be ravaged. Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan against him. Obi-Wan began to return the kiss, his tongue sliding into Qui-Gon's mouth. He was gentler than his master had been. He probed and caressed, feeling something in Qui-Gon let go as he did so.

At last the two pulled slightly apart. Obi-Wan sat back on his heels, grinning foolishly. Qui-Gon returned the grin. Then he again pulled Obi-Wan to him and lowered him onto the ground. Obi-Wan looked up at the man leaning over him, and reached up to stroke his cheek. His eyes dancing, Qui-Gon leaned down to kiss him again. This time it was with a tenderness that made Obi-Wan ache.

Qui-Gon's lips moved from Obi-Wan's mouth to his neck, nibbling softly beneath his ear. Obi-Wan groaned as the kisses moved lower. Qui-Gon's hand moved across Obi-Wan's chest. It's warmth passing through Obi-Wan's thin shirt. His master's callused fingertips brushed a nipple and pleasure shot through Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon moved the hand down and began tugging on Obi-Wan's shirt. Pulling it free from his pants, Qui-Gon slid his hand under the shirt and up over Obi-Wan's chest, touching it as a lover for the first time. Long fingers slid over smooth skin, savoring the feel of the muscle underneath. As his fingers returned to Obi-Wan's nipple, he moved his mouth back to Obi-Wan's.

Breaking the kiss, Obi-Wan struggled to sit up. As Qui-Gon leaned back, letting him up, Obi-Wan yanked the shirt over his head. Qui-Gon began running a hand up his back and Obi-Wan turned slightly to face him. Leaning forward, he reinitiated the interrupted kiss. Qui-Gon lay back and Obi-Wan followed, lying across him. Qui-Gon's hands moved over him, seeking, exploring.

Obi-Wan sat up, wanting bare skin beneath his own hands. He opened Qui-Gon's shirt, running his hands across Qui-Gon's chest. He pushed the shirt aside, exposing a nipple. He leaned forward and flicked it with his tongue. Sensing Qui-Gon's pleasure, he sucked the nipple into his mouth. Qui-Gon groaned, his hands cupping Obi-Wan's head. Obi-Wan sought the other nipple with his fingers, moving around it but not touching it directly. Then brushing it with a touch so light it almost wasn't there. Again with a slightly firmer touch, then again. He moved his mouth to the other side of Qui-Gon's chest and Qui-Gon arched toward it, head back, eyes shut.

Moving slightly to the side, Obi-Wan slid a hand down his master's abdomen, to his straining erection. Qui-Gon gasped at the contact. Releasing Qui-Gon's nipple, Obi-Wan followed his hand with his mouth. Reaching his master's cock, he pressed the side of his face against it, then turned his head, nuzzling.

Qui-Gon sat up, reaching for him. He pulled Obi-Wan into another kiss, this one as unrestrained as the first one had been. Obi-Wan responded in kind. He matched Qui-Gon demand for demand. Open yourself to me, his tongue seemed to say, moving purposefully within his master' s mouth. Qui-Gon again lowered them to the ground, still kissing furiously. Qui-Gon's hand moved between them, unfastening Obi-Wan's pants. Obi-Wan kicked off his boots and Qui-Gon moved to remove his pants. Goal accomplished, he sat back to admire the young man before him. The moment didn't last. Obi-Wan was up, hands and mouth seeking Qui-Gon.

Obi-Wan moved to divest his master of his remaining clothes. Then he reached for Qui-Gon's cock, stroking it slowly, enjoying the feel of it in his hand. He lay back, pulling Qui-Gon over him. He kissed Qui-Gon slowly, sensuously, reveling in the feel of skin on skin, of Qui-Gon's weight pressing him into the ground. I want you.

Qui-Gon silently cursed himself. Some seduction this was. Reluctantly withdrawing from Obi-Wan's lips, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Obi-Wan, no lubricant." He raised his fingers to Obi-Wan's lips, silencing the protest he knew was coming. "It'll give us something to look forward to."

Obi-Wan looked into Qui-Gon's eyes, silently acquiescing. Then he grinned mischievously and flipped Qui-Gon onto his back. Kneeling between Qui-Gon's legs, he again grasped his master's erection. His moved his hands slowly, learning the feel of the flesh they held. He felt Qui-Gon's pleasure at the contact. Just as he sensed Qui-Gon becoming restless, starting to want more, he leaned forward and ran his tongue around the head. Taking the head into his mouth, he sucked softly. Moving his mouth over just the head, he increased the strength of his sucking slightly with each stroke. Obi-Wan's awareness of his master's pleasure was acute. He sensed Qui-Gon's approaching orgasm and changed tactics, prolonging his master's pleasure.

He released the head and moved downward. He gently cupped Qui-Gon's testicles in his hand, Then leaning forward he took one into his mouth. He sucked gently, very gently. Qui-Gon whimpered. Obi-Wan moved to the other testicle, repeating his actions.

He began kissing his way up the back of his master's cock, sucking in small pieces of skin. When he reached the back of the head, Obi-Wan felt his master's entire body jerk in response. "Obi-Wan, please, Obi-Wan."

Lifting his head, Obi-Wan looked at the man in front of him. Qui-Gon's hair spread out around him, some strands straying across his face. His eyes were closed. His face flushed with pleasure. How many times had he imagined seeing Qui-Gon like this? Naked, aroused, calling out his name? Obi-Wan's own arousal was so acute he was not certain how much longer he could maintain control. He wanted to lose himself in this man, in the pleasure coursing between them. "Look, Qui-Gon." Qui-Gon opened his eyes and looked at the young man kneeling between his legs. Obi-Wan's eyes held his for a long moment, then he leaned forward once more.

Obi-Wan swiftly engulfed as much of his master's cock as he could. One hand wrapped around the base, he began to move hand and mouth together. No longer seeking to excite Qui-Gon, but to give him release, he used his perceptions of Qui-Gon's feelings to guide him. He sought to give Qui-Gon the exact stroke he needed, an instant before he needed it. He pushed them both, lost in the feel of Qui-Gon in his mouth and Qui-Gon's feelings flowing into him.

Qui-Gon's hands were on his head and his hips moved in time to Obi-Wan's strokes. Then he was coming, filling Obi-Wan's mouth. Obi-Wan came with him. He clung to his master's cock, not releasing it until the last tremor of pleasure had faded from Qui-Gon's body.

Qui-Gon reached for him, drawing him into a tight embrace. How long they lie like that Obi-Wan was uncertain, but eventually they were both rather rudely reminded that they were out of doors.

Obi-Wan reached up and slapped the insect that had just bitten him. In doing so he broke out of Qui-Gon's embrace. "Time for clothes," he observed.

Qui-Gon said nothing. He simply handed Obi-Wan his pants, then reached for his own clothing. He was grinning, from ear to ear.

Watching his master as he pulled on his clothes, realization dawned on Obi-Wan. "You planned this."

"Obviously not very well, considering I forgot crucial supplies." Qui-Gon replied, still grinning.

He sat on the ground, watching Qui-Gon dress. He was uncertain how to take this. If only Qui-Gon would lose that infernal grin…

"Sorry about the grin. I just can't seem to stop." Qui-Gon tried to straighten the corners of his mouth, but they curled up again. He repeated the effort, to no avail. It was becoming embarassing, a Jedi Master who couldn't control his own mouth.

Obi-Wan was now struggling not to laugh.

Dressing complete, Qui-Gon sat next to him. "I really am sorry about the grin. It's just, well, I'm happy."

Obi-Wan looked at him. "Me too." He studied his master, eyes narrowing, "Now tell me how long you've been planning this seduction."


"Yes, when one person induces another to commit carnal acts. Seduction,"

Qui-Gon shrugged. "Not all that long, really."

"Hmmmph. You seemed to have too many fantasies for 'not long'."

"As I recall I was not the only one with fantasies. And yours were far more inventive."

Obi-Wan flushed.

Qui-Gon raised his hand and ran the end of Obi-Wan's padawan braid through his fingers. "The truth is that I wanted to tell you how I felt for awhile now. The time just never seemed right. When I learned we were coming here, I remembered this place. It seemed perfect."

"That's why you pushed so hard during the negotiations. So you could find a little quiet time to seduce me."

Qui-Gon grinned, again. "Guilty as charged."

Obi-Wan laughed. Putting his hands around Qui-Gon's neck, he kissed him briefly. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

I already have. He kissed Qui-Gon deeply, then stood. "But I'd rather do it inside, with all crucial supplies present."

Qui-Gon rose and took his Padawan's hand as they left the clearing.

Obi-Wan shook his head, "I should have known you were up to something—a night off, forget the robes, and alcohol no less."

Qui-Gon laughed.

"Really," Obi-Wan continued, "I ask you, is that any way for a Jedi Master to behave. Plying his padawan with mind-altering substances, taking him to a beautiful, secluded place…"

Qui-Gon just laughed harder.