Frustrations of a Jedi or The Fragrance (Complete)
folder
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,589
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,589
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Section 1
Title: Frustrations of a Jedi or The Fragrance
Author: ecco1983
Pairings: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Q/X (implied)
Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are in love with each other- and yet they cannot tell each other how they feel. The story is split into six sections (not chapters). The first three sections are in the first person (with either Obi-Wan or Qui-Gon narrating). The fourth section is in the third person and involves both characters. The fifth section is a short section narrated by Qui-Gon and the final section is in the first person.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Homosexual activity and implied bisexuality
Disclaimer: The original characters come from the mind of George Lucas. I don’t own them and I’m certainly not making any profit from this.
Archive: Fanfiction.net, adult-fanfiction.org, quiobisupport (Live Journal community.) You can archive it anywhere. Just let me know where so I can visit.
Review: Yes please.
Notes: I could go on forever with the notes for this little fic so I’m compiling them into my Authors Notes.
Obi-Wan
I’ll never forget my first night with Qui-Gon. One of the reasons is that I had the toughest and more draining training session ever. The other Padawans I were training with that night seemed to have impossible levels of energy. Although I was the one of the best students, I found it difficult to keep it up with anyone I tackled that night. I found it impossible because well, after the training was over, they tended to indulge into some sexual experiments.
We were young- we experimented a lot. Although it wasn’t completely encouraged, it wasn’t discouraged either. As long as we were safe and no one got hurt, we were fine. However, I didn’t do it anymore. I had the occasional teenage romance with both female and male Jedis and I experimented with my bisexuality (which I was comfortable with) but after a year, I felt somewhat empty, like there was something missing. I wanted something more than just kisses, cuddles, blowjobs and hand jobs. I felt there was something more to this but I could not figure out what that something was. I didn’t realise what it was until one night when I was 17- the night I’m telling you about now.
Anyway, there I was, having a late training lesson with fellow Jedi students with our Jedi Masters observing. All I can say is I’m glad my Master, Qui-Gon wasn’t there. He was in fact the only Jedi Master not present for he was discussing some important matters with the Jedi Council. I’m grateful for that. I’d hate to think what he would have thought if he had seen his student not doing as well as she should.
After a long and difficult training session, I went to the gardens. I used to do that a lot after I stopped experimenting with different Padawans. I would go to the gardens and meditate, hoping to find the answer to what I was looking for. Only on this night, I did not meditate. It was a beautiful sunset. I’ll never forget it. The sky was golden and it made the gardens even more beautiful. I felt at peace with myself as if I knew what I had been searching for. In one brief moment, I could feel no emptiness in my heart and I felt I knew I was looking for. It might have been the beauty of the sunset or the simply tranquillity of the gardens but in that one brief moment, nothing else mattered.
Eventually, I left the gardens and went up to the quarters where I lived with Qui-Gon. I wondered if he had returned from seeing the Jedi Council. After all, it had been a while since I had finished my training session- surely he would have been back by now. When I entered our quarters, I did not see him at first and assumed he had gone to bed early. He was never one to be out enjoying the night life of Coruscant.
As I tiptoed past his room, I could hear him groaning and moaning my name. I immediately became worried if he was ill or not. I barged into his room and what I saw shocked me. There was my master, naked as the day he was born, a Jedi cloak on his chest, his hand wrapped around his erection. I don’t know why but I just stared at him, moaning my name as he masturbated and well it turned me on. It seriously did. He masturbated for several minutes still not noticing I was there. It was only when he opened his eyes that he saw me and immediately wrapped himself around the Jedi Master cloak that was on his bed.
“Obi-Wan”, he said, ashamed, “I…..”
I don’t know why but I stepped away from, feeling as ashamed as he sounded. I had seen a private moment and my first instinct was to get away from the room, away from him. My face, hot and probably red from shame, I ran out of the room. Hearing him call out my name, I moved quickly to my own room. I shut and locked the door and lain on my bed. I heard him knocking on my door calling my name. I blocked out the sounds of his voice and his banging as best as he could by covering my ears with my hands.
As the calling got louder, I shouted at him to go away and continued trying to block him out of my mind, watching the perfect sunset from not so long ago. The same sunset that had made everything complete, the sunset that had given me a false answer to my conflict. Surely my emptiness could not be filled by my own Master! And yet deep down, it seemed possible. After all, I did have feelings for Qui-Gon. It was common for Padawans to have crushes on their Masters. However, these feelings tend to have died out by the time the Padawan turned 16. And yet, seeing him there on his bed, masturbating and calling my name…. it had to mean something. And it certainly had to mean something when I became aroused from watching it. Was I a late bloomer and still suffering from a teenage crush on my Master? Or was I feeling something a little bit more?
Eventually, the calling subsided and I felt like he had given up. I was relieved- I didn’t want to talk about it now. It could wait until the morning when I had time to sort out the confusion in my head. Suddenly, I heard the click of the lock being released and I heard him enter. I didn’t move. I simply stared at the sunset, with my hands over my ears, trying to forget that he was there. I did not hear him at all so was startled when I felt his hand on his shoulder.
“Obi-Wan. Please look at me.” He whispered.
I didn’t want to. I couldn’t, not even hearing that voice, that soft gentle but serious voice I had obeyed for so long. I felt him drawing closer and I smelt something familiar. I had shared many showers with him and never before had I smelt that fragrance on him before. It was so familiar but with all the thoughts going around my head, I could not think what it could be. In that moment, I felt claustrophobic and with all the confusion in my head, I just needed to be on my own, away from him. I immediately got up and just ran. He tried to stop me but I just kept running until I was out of our apartment and in the dark and empty corridor. For a second, I had no idea where to go. Who could I turn to? In the end, I decided to walk down the corridor and hopefully something will come to mind.
Author: ecco1983
Pairings: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Q/X (implied)
Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are in love with each other- and yet they cannot tell each other how they feel. The story is split into six sections (not chapters). The first three sections are in the first person (with either Obi-Wan or Qui-Gon narrating). The fourth section is in the third person and involves both characters. The fifth section is a short section narrated by Qui-Gon and the final section is in the first person.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Homosexual activity and implied bisexuality
Disclaimer: The original characters come from the mind of George Lucas. I don’t own them and I’m certainly not making any profit from this.
Archive: Fanfiction.net, adult-fanfiction.org, quiobisupport (Live Journal community.) You can archive it anywhere. Just let me know where so I can visit.
Review: Yes please.
Notes: I could go on forever with the notes for this little fic so I’m compiling them into my Authors Notes.
Obi-Wan
I’ll never forget my first night with Qui-Gon. One of the reasons is that I had the toughest and more draining training session ever. The other Padawans I were training with that night seemed to have impossible levels of energy. Although I was the one of the best students, I found it difficult to keep it up with anyone I tackled that night. I found it impossible because well, after the training was over, they tended to indulge into some sexual experiments.
We were young- we experimented a lot. Although it wasn’t completely encouraged, it wasn’t discouraged either. As long as we were safe and no one got hurt, we were fine. However, I didn’t do it anymore. I had the occasional teenage romance with both female and male Jedis and I experimented with my bisexuality (which I was comfortable with) but after a year, I felt somewhat empty, like there was something missing. I wanted something more than just kisses, cuddles, blowjobs and hand jobs. I felt there was something more to this but I could not figure out what that something was. I didn’t realise what it was until one night when I was 17- the night I’m telling you about now.
Anyway, there I was, having a late training lesson with fellow Jedi students with our Jedi Masters observing. All I can say is I’m glad my Master, Qui-Gon wasn’t there. He was in fact the only Jedi Master not present for he was discussing some important matters with the Jedi Council. I’m grateful for that. I’d hate to think what he would have thought if he had seen his student not doing as well as she should.
After a long and difficult training session, I went to the gardens. I used to do that a lot after I stopped experimenting with different Padawans. I would go to the gardens and meditate, hoping to find the answer to what I was looking for. Only on this night, I did not meditate. It was a beautiful sunset. I’ll never forget it. The sky was golden and it made the gardens even more beautiful. I felt at peace with myself as if I knew what I had been searching for. In one brief moment, I could feel no emptiness in my heart and I felt I knew I was looking for. It might have been the beauty of the sunset or the simply tranquillity of the gardens but in that one brief moment, nothing else mattered.
Eventually, I left the gardens and went up to the quarters where I lived with Qui-Gon. I wondered if he had returned from seeing the Jedi Council. After all, it had been a while since I had finished my training session- surely he would have been back by now. When I entered our quarters, I did not see him at first and assumed he had gone to bed early. He was never one to be out enjoying the night life of Coruscant.
As I tiptoed past his room, I could hear him groaning and moaning my name. I immediately became worried if he was ill or not. I barged into his room and what I saw shocked me. There was my master, naked as the day he was born, a Jedi cloak on his chest, his hand wrapped around his erection. I don’t know why but I just stared at him, moaning my name as he masturbated and well it turned me on. It seriously did. He masturbated for several minutes still not noticing I was there. It was only when he opened his eyes that he saw me and immediately wrapped himself around the Jedi Master cloak that was on his bed.
“Obi-Wan”, he said, ashamed, “I…..”
I don’t know why but I stepped away from, feeling as ashamed as he sounded. I had seen a private moment and my first instinct was to get away from the room, away from him. My face, hot and probably red from shame, I ran out of the room. Hearing him call out my name, I moved quickly to my own room. I shut and locked the door and lain on my bed. I heard him knocking on my door calling my name. I blocked out the sounds of his voice and his banging as best as he could by covering my ears with my hands.
As the calling got louder, I shouted at him to go away and continued trying to block him out of my mind, watching the perfect sunset from not so long ago. The same sunset that had made everything complete, the sunset that had given me a false answer to my conflict. Surely my emptiness could not be filled by my own Master! And yet deep down, it seemed possible. After all, I did have feelings for Qui-Gon. It was common for Padawans to have crushes on their Masters. However, these feelings tend to have died out by the time the Padawan turned 16. And yet, seeing him there on his bed, masturbating and calling my name…. it had to mean something. And it certainly had to mean something when I became aroused from watching it. Was I a late bloomer and still suffering from a teenage crush on my Master? Or was I feeling something a little bit more?
Eventually, the calling subsided and I felt like he had given up. I was relieved- I didn’t want to talk about it now. It could wait until the morning when I had time to sort out the confusion in my head. Suddenly, I heard the click of the lock being released and I heard him enter. I didn’t move. I simply stared at the sunset, with my hands over my ears, trying to forget that he was there. I did not hear him at all so was startled when I felt his hand on his shoulder.
“Obi-Wan. Please look at me.” He whispered.
I didn’t want to. I couldn’t, not even hearing that voice, that soft gentle but serious voice I had obeyed for so long. I felt him drawing closer and I smelt something familiar. I had shared many showers with him and never before had I smelt that fragrance on him before. It was so familiar but with all the thoughts going around my head, I could not think what it could be. In that moment, I felt claustrophobic and with all the confusion in my head, I just needed to be on my own, away from him. I immediately got up and just ran. He tried to stop me but I just kept running until I was out of our apartment and in the dark and empty corridor. For a second, I had no idea where to go. Who could I turn to? In the end, I decided to walk down the corridor and hopefully something will come to mind.