Qui-Gon wondered where Obi-Wan might have gone. Probably to find Master Epergene, the creche-robbing poor excuse for a Jedi. That man had no self control, and no business being allowed around padawans. Why, he was old enough to be Obi-Wan's Master.

*Or his lover,* a voice inside him chided.

Where did that come from? Qui-Gon took a deep breath as it hit him. Obi-Wan wasn't a child. He was a man. A very desirable, beautiful man.

And Qui-Gon was a fool.

But it could be fixed. He just had to wait for Obi-Wan to calm down and come home.

Hours later, the sound of the front door woke him. "Obi-Wan," he called.

The young man stalked into the room, heading purposefully toward the couch. "No. I don't care what you have to say, it can wait."

"But I--"

"No. I'm going to do something I should have done a long time ago, and I'm going to keep doing it until you see the light."

"But--"

He covered his master's mouth with his hand. "Don't you ever stop long enough to listen?" His hand moved, but before Qui-Gon was able to say anything, Obi-Wan's lips covered his, effectively keeping the older man from talking.

Minutes later he pulled back to let them both breathe. "Now, have you come to your senses, or do I do that again?"

Qui-Gon smiled, "Well, I was trying to tell you I'd come to my senses before you did it, but I wouldn't complain if you did it again."

"Your wish is my command," Obi-Wan said with a grin before he complied happily.

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