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A Master's Love
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Author's webpage: https://www.squidge.org/~pumpkin/
Archive: yes to m_a and my page
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Anakin
Warnings: Underage
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Summary: A master teaches his apprentice
Disclaimers: Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm
Another from the Beginnings chan zine. This one came out of my wondering what would happen if you took a set up like my lessons story -- where a part of the master's duties is to teach his padawan about sex, and threw that into a world like the Letters Universe. Lori and Wolfling graciously let me play in their sandbox, making this an AU inside their AU.
Qui-Gon watched as Anakin made a second tour around the room before throwing himself once more onto the couch. A gentle hand on the boy's arm stopped him from propelling himself from the couch once more.
"Something on your mind, Padawan?"
Anakin nodded and looked at his hands, linking them together in his lap. He took a deep breath and then looked up at Qui-Gon. "You're supposed to teach me about sex, aren't you?" he blurted.
"That is our way, yes."
"And Knight Jess is going to teach Kae?"
"Given her age and species, I would imagine that he has already started -shielding and self-pleasure at least."
"But what about Rilka?"
"Jess made a commitment to Kae when he took her as his padawan. Other relationships must work around the master- apprentice bond." Qui-Gon grew quiet, suddenly realising where Anakin's questions were coming from. "Anakin, my bond with Obi-Wan doesn't mean that I'm not fully committed to my role as your master. I know there have been times when the lifebond has overwhelmed everything else and I am very sorry that you have been left alone. That is my only regret -that the lifebond has taken time and attention that you have every right to have expected."
"That's okay, Master Qui-Gon."
"But?"
"Well, I didn't know if you'd want to teach me that stuff."
"Of course I do, Anakin. Unless you'd prefer someone else."
"You can do that?"
"Of course. Masters and padawans are not always compatible -there are always exceptions. If you would prefer to learn these lessons from another, arrangements can be made."
"Do you want to teach me?"
"Yes, Padawan, I would."
"Why?"
"Because it is my duty and because I love you and want to be sure that you learn these lessons from someone who cares for you."
"What about Master Obi-Wan?"
"If you would prefer that he teach you-"
"No. I mean how's he going to feel about it?"
"Obi-Wan also cares for you, Anakin. He was brought up in the temple, knows what being a Jedi -initiate, padawan, knight and master, entails. He does not begrudge you this."
"Will he be watching?"
"No one will be watching, Anakin. These are private lessons between a master and his padawan."
"What about the bond?" asked Anakin, whispering the words while looking resolutely at his feet.
"Hmmm." Qui-Gon hadn't considered that. He'd become so used to Obi-Wan's presence in his mind, so used to that constant light that it never occurred to him that that presence might take away Anakin's privacy. And he could see that this was the crux of Anakin's questions. "Obi-Wan and I cannot completely close down our link, but he can turn away and not look, so to speak."
"But he's still be there, still feel it when we..."
"Feel me, my emotions, yes. But your emotions, how you feel can be shielded."
"Will he..." Anakin squirmed, looking more uncomfortable than he had yet.
"Please, Anakin, you can ask me anything."
"Will he get turned on by what we do?"
"My pleasure will please him, will make him feel good, but he won't do anything about it. These lessons are between you and I, Anakin and they will remain so. These lessons have always been intended to allow a padawan to explore and enjoy their burgeoning sexuality in a safe and loving environment."
"It sounds nice, Master Qui-Gon."
"It is indeed that."
"So will you teach me?"
"It would be my pleasure."
"What do I do?"
"What you have done -it is the padawan who much broach the subject when he is ready. And it will also be your responsibility to tell me if you are uncomfortable with anything. While I am the teacher, you are in charge."
"You won't have to teach me everything. When I was a slave and we were still with Gardola, I used to see stuff."
"Do you have any questions about what you saw?"
"I once saw a man shoving his penis inside a boy. It was big and the boy was crying. It looked like it hurt a lot. Are you going to do that to me?"
"There are many other ways for two men to bring each other pleasure without penetration ever being an issue. And as I said, any time you are uncomfortable we stop -no matter what. Having said that, I would also like to reassure you that properly performed, penetration can be very fulfilling to both parties. Though I expect if we do explore that together you would be the one doing the penetrating."
"Oh." Anakin's face grew red and his hands crept to cover his middle. "I hadn't considered that."
"I can see the idea intrigues you."
Anakin's face grew even redder and Qui-Gon could feel embarrassment begin to push desire back.
"There is nothing wrong with letting your partner know that something excites you -either verbally or physically. While one of the things I will be teaching you is to control your body, you have no reason to be embarrassed by its reactions around me."
"Yes, Master," Anakin slowly let his hands drift back to his sides and though he was still quite red, Qui-Gon could feel his embarrassment ease.
"Would you like to deal with that on your own, or should we being our lessons?" asked Qui-Gon with a brief nod toward the bulge at Anakin's groin.
"I can take care of it myself," Anakin answered quickly.
"As you wish." Qui-Gon cupped the boy's cheek gently and place as soft kiss beside his mouth before getting up to go. Anakin's tentative query stopped him.
"Master Qui-Gon?"
"Yes, Anakin?"
"I can take care of it by myself, but I think I'd like it if you were to help me."
Qui-Gon smiled and returned to the couch, opening his arms wide as he sat next to the boy. Anakin moved easily into Qui-Gon's arms, burying his face in Qui-Gon's neck. For a moment he seemed content to cling to his master and Qui-Gon held him lightly, running his hands up and down the boy's back.
Beloved.
Qui-Gon. His lifemate's voice was warm and loving within his mind.
Anakin and I are about to being new lessons, love, and I reassured him that you would give us as much privacy as you were able.
What -Oh! those lessons. I will do my best not to eavesdrop.
Thank you.
Obi-Wan's presence became banked, still there, that shining light that was his mate became muted and Qui-Gon turned his full attention to the boy in his arms. Growing boy in his arms, he thought. Anakin was no longer the boy he'd discovered on Tatooine. He should have seen this coming, should have been prepared for his padawan's needs and concerns. But nothing could be done to correct the past and he was here now, holding the boy in his arms.
Anakin shifted against him, his erection slender, long and hot against Qui-Gon's side.
"Master," the boy whispered, lifting his head instinctively and Qui-Gon lowered his own head, meeting the soft lips and letting Anakin lead in this kiss. As Anakin deepened the contact, tongue shyly seeking entrance, Qui-Gon slid his hands down to grip the boy's hips, guiding his erratic movements.
"Oh!" Anakin broke the kiss with a sharp gasp and threw his head back, mouth open, breathing heavily.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" asked Qui-Gon, nuzzling the long line of exposed neck. A soft moan was his answer and Qui-Gon tightened his hold on the boy's hips, encouraging him to find the rhythm that would bring his completion.
Leaning back, he gazed down at his padawan, watching the boy's face: the reddened lips and flushed cheeks, the tightly closed eyes as Anakin neared his orgasm. Anakin's hands tightened on Qui-Gon's shoulders and his movements became frenzied. With a final roll of his hips against Qui-Gon, Anakin's slender body froze and a soft gasp passed his lips, his eyes flying open as he came.
Anakin buried his face back in Qui-Gon's neck and Qui-Gon gently kissed the top of his head, his hands moving softly over his padawan's quivering back. Anakin shifted, turning his head to look up at Qui-Gon with dazed eyes.
"That was..."
"Enjoyable, I hope," Qui-Gon finished for him.
"Oh yes. So much more than when I'm doing it myself. I didn't think it would be that different."
"I have discovered," said Qui-Gon solemnly, "that there is very little that is not made better by sharing."
"Are you going to teach me more, Master?"
"I will indeed. As much or as little as you like."
Anakin's eyes glittered up at him, the blue sharp like polished jewels. "Well I saw a lot of stuff at Gardola's and I thought there wasn't much that you were going to teach me that I didn't already know, but now...I think I'm going to like these lessons a lot more than I was expecting."
Qui-Gon smiled and hugged the boy in his arms.
"We knew we'd have to deal with this at some point, beloved."
I don't begrudge the boy this, Master. Qui-Gon looked surprised as his mate switched to speaking over their bond. I also don't want him overhearing this and misinterpreting any of it.
So you don't mind.
I didn't say that. I'm not sure how I'm going to react to your making love to him. Even just talking about it a part of me is screaming 'no he's mine, hands off.'
And the rest of you?
The rest of me says I don't own you and that as Anakin's master you owe him this. Besides, Anakin deserves this -he deserves you as his first. Obi-Wan stopped pacing, coming to a halt in front of his lifemate. I remember how wonderful you can make an awkward and shy padawan feel. He cupped Qui-Gon's cheek, looking deeply into his eyes. I can still remember how you made me feel -not just the physical either; when you taught me how to pleasure you and I realised that I had made you come...I felt like a god.
It was a pleasure teaching you, love.
You didn't feel like I was a god?
Qui-Gon's chuckle flowed into their kiss, their bodies moving together as they relived their first sexual encounter when Qui-Gon had taught Obi-Wan about his own body and how to make love and the joys and responsibilities that came with indulging in a sexual relationship.
You taught me well, Master. I am sure you shall do the same for Anakin.
And you?
I shall spend the evening dreaming up ways to make you mine again in the morning.
I will always be yours.
Qui-Gon lit the candle and dimmed the lights, smiling as a knock sounded at the door. Anakin was so punctual that he wondered if the boy had arrived early and waited at the end of the hall for the appointed hour.
He sent a brief caress toward his lifemate, revelling in the love that was returned to him before Obi-Wan closed himself from their bond as much as he was able.
Opening the door, he stood a moment, enjoying the picture of his padawan dressed in civilian clothing. Anakin was in black from head to toe, the colour highlighting his pale skin and blond hair. His braid curled like a golden snake down the front of his shirt and he held a single silver dewdrop flower in one hand.
"I picked it from your garden," Anakin admitted as he handed the delicate bud to Qui-Gon. "I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to bring you something and the only thing I could think of that you would like was a flower."
"It's beautiful," said Qui-Gon, stepping aside to let Anakin in to the suite. "You look very nice yourself."
"Master Obi-Wan helped me pick it out. He said you'd like it."
"You two spoke of our evening?" Qui-Gon couldn't keep the surprise from his voice.
"Master Obi-Wan asked for my help tuning up the speeders, this afternoon." Anakin shrugged. "It came up."
"Anything I should know about?" asked Qui-Gon as he filled a glass with water and settled the bloom in it, putting the makeshift vase in the middle of the table.
"Don't worry, Master, he didn't give away all your secrets."
"I should hope not. If the two of you begin to conspire - there's no telling what trouble you'll get into."
Anakin laughed. "He said you'd say that."
"He knows me pretty well." And you as well, Qui-Gon thought to himself. He knew the boy was nervous, but their banter had calmed some of those nerves.
"Dinner is almost ready," said Qui-Gon, pulling out one of the chairs for his padawan.
"You cooked?" Anakin blushed. "I mean, what did you cook?"
"Nice try, Padawan." Qui-Gon removed several dishes from the warmer and placed them on the table. "You don't have to worry, Obi-Wan and Jess made this up. All I've done is reheat it."
"I'm sorry, Master."
"That's okay, Ani, I know my skills do not lie in the kitchen. Though you might want to be a little more diplomatic with future lovers."
"Yes, Master."
"Help yourself," said Qui-Gon as he sat across from his padawan. They passed the dishes back and forth, filling their plates, and began eating. It didn't take long for Qui-Gon to notice that Anakin was spending more time moving his food around on the plate than eating it.
Gently covering his padawan's hand, he stilled the nervous movements.
"Not hungry?" he asked gently. Anakin shrugged, eyes on his plate. "Why don't I wrap this all back up and put it in the cooler. If we get hungry later we can nibble."
Anakin did look up then and Qui-Gon could read the nervous anticipation that coloured the blue eyes.
"Later?" asked the boy.
"Yes. I often find myself peckish after love-making." Qui-Gon frowned. "Though come to think of it, that might be a habit I've picked up from...At any rate, I am quite sure the food will be just as good later, maybe even better." Qui-Gon kept up the aimless conversation as he efficiently wrapped the food and stored it in the small cooler.
"Well then," he said, coming around to Anakin and offering him a hand. Anakin took it and let himself be pulled to his feet. "Would you like to dance?" Qui-Gon asked.
"Actually, replied Anakin, ducking his head and then bringing it back up to look Qui-Gon squarely in the eye. "I'd prefer to just...start." He rubbed his hands along his thighs.
"But what of my seduction?" pouted Qui-Gon.
"Maybe some other time?"
"Very well. No seduction."
Qui-Gon took a step forward and wrapped his hand around the back of the boy's neck, his thumb lightly stroking the soft flesh. Anakin's tongue snuck out to wet his bottom lip and Qui-Gon felt arousal, soft and gentle, roll over him. Bending, he pressed his lips against Anakin's, content for a moment just to hold them together.
Anakin's mouth opened on a soft sigh and Qui-Gon slipped his tongue between the boy's lips, gently teasing the sensitive underside of Anakin's bottom lip before venturing further in to lap at the untutored tongue. A ragged moan rewarded his efforts and, after coaxing the boy's tongue a moment or two, he enticed it to follow his back into his own mouth.
Anakin's tongue was like the kiss of a butterfly's wings within his mouth, darting here and there, tasting briefly but never lighting in one spot for very long. Anakin's hands came up to grab at his shoulders as Qui-Gon deepened the kiss.
Opening the boy's lips further with his own, he let his tongue more thoroughly plumb the depths of his padawan's mouth. Anakin responded by tilting his head back and pressing his body forward, closing the gap between them. Qui-Gon let his hands drift slowly up and down the boy's back, enjoying the play of muscles beneath the soft shirt. Anakin's hands were opening and closing on Qui-Gon's shoulders and Qui-Gon could feel the boy's hips shifting urgently across his thighs.
"Sh. We have all night, Anakin. Just slow down. It'll be even nicer if you take your time, enjoy each moment, savour it instead of rushing headlong into the next." He smiled down into the slightly wide eyes that blinked up at him and cupped the clean cheeks, lowering his head and placing another warm kiss on the boy's mouth.
"Shall we move to the bedroom?" he asked softly.
Anakin swallowed and nodded his head. As he took Anakin's hand and walked him slowly to the door, Qui-Gon reached out gently along the bond, meeting a chaotic swirl of emotions -anticipation, desire, love, plenty of lust and a single, soft thread of fear. Stopping at the door, he turned again to his padawan.
"Scared," he asked kindly.
"No."
Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows. "No?"
"Well, not really." Anakin shrugged. "I don't know what to expect. I mean, I know it's going to be nice -after all what we did yesterday was really wizard."
"But," prompted Qui-Gon gently.
"What if I don't do it right?"
Qui-Gon pushed down his laughter and only spoke when he was sure his amusement wouldn't show. "There is no right or wrong in this, as long as you follow your heart, your instincts and listen to your partner's wishes. Okay?"
He slid his arms over Anakin's shoulders, feeling the tension there and was struck by inspiration on how to relax both himself and his padawan. "How about a nice massage?" Anakin opened his mouth and Qui-Gon could easily read the protest in the boy's face. "It will relax both of us - I'm told I'm very good. And you may think of it as a form of foreplay."
Anakin nodded and Qui-Gon opened the door to the bedroom; they walked through it together.
"Oh," said Anakin, stopping just inside the threshold.
"Indeed." The room was softly lit by lanterns hung in each of the four corners. The bed itself was covered in cream coloured sheets, with a large pile of pillows at the top. Several deep blue lilies were strewn in the middle of it. On one side-table was a basket filled with fruit and several small bottles. "Rill and Kae mentioned they had seen to the bedroom, but I didn't realise they were going to do something so elaborate."
"Rill and Kae, Master Obi-Wan and Knight Jess -is there anyone who doesn't know what we're doing tonight, Master?"
"They all care about you, Anakin, and wanted to be a part of this in some small way. Be thankful the Jedi are not like the Telusians."
"Why? What do the Telusians do?"
"Virgins lay themselves out, naked, on a bench in the centre of town and invite all to aid in their education."
"Anybody?"
"Yes."
"And anyone can watch?"
"Yes, I do believe they make quite a celebration out of it with festivities lasting until quite late."
"So what you're saying is everyone might know, but it could be worse."
"Something like that."
"I think I could use that massage now, Master."
"That will be my pleasure, Padawan," said Qui-Gon softly. He led Anakin to the edge of the bed and urged him to sit.
Going to his knees, Qui-Gon bent to remove Anakin's boots, pulling the leather easily from the boy's legs. He let his hands slide down over Anakin's shins and feet, rubbing them gently. Anakin wriggled his toes at the contact.
"Tickles?"
"No, feels good," the boy replied softly and Qui-Gon watched as Anakin's smile grew as he repeated the soft motions, working the day's tensions out of the boy's legs and feet.
"Lie back," Qui-Gon suggested and Anakin scooted away to like back across the bed. Qui-Gon let his movements flow upward, working his fingers over the muscles of Anakin's legs.
Anakin remained tense until he'd bypassed the boy's groin, moving instead to rub softly over the tense muscles of Anakin's abdomen. By the time he asked Anakin to turn over, the boy was far more relaxed and enjoying the soothing motions for themselves.
Qui-Gon spent some time working over Anakin's muscles. By the time he arrived back at the boy's feet, they were both relaxed and comfortable. He stretched alongside the long body and Anakin turned to face him, a wide smile across his face.
"Nice?" Qui-Gon asked.
"More than nice. I feel wonderful." Anakin shifted closer and pressed his lips against Qui-Gon's. Qui-Gon let him lead, let him deepened the kiss. Some of the shyness was gone, replaced by clumsy eagerness.
Anakin turned to face Qui-Gon, hands winding round his neck. Qui-Gon's own hands circled his padawan's body, gently tracing over the muscles he'd massaged. His touch was different now, gentler, seeking to arouse rather than relax.
Qui-Gon pulled Anakin's shirt from the waistband of his pants, sliding his hands up under the material. Anakin moaned into their kiss, pressing closer to Qui-Gon as his fingertips traced over the boy's spine. Anakin's hands quickly slid down Qui-Gon's back to fumble his shirt from his pants and imitate the caresses.
Qui-Gon nibbled at the swollen lips before nuzzling over Anakin's face and down his neck. The boy's head rolled back, giving Qui-Gon easier access and the hands roaming over Qui-Gon's skin grew restless, their movements becoming more erratic the longer Qui-Gon licked and kissed at the long line of neck enticingly exposed.
He began to work on the buttons at the front of Anakin's shirt, teasing the flesh exposed with his fingertips. Buttons undone, Qui-Gon spread his hands over Anakin's chest, dragging them over the boy's body as he opened the shirt. A bit of wriggling on Anakin's part had the shirt off, giving Qui-Gon full access to the smooth chest and back.
Soft gasps and gentle moans met his explorations, Anakin responsive to each touch. Qui-Gon traced the fledgling muscles, dipping his fingertips in the indentation of Anakin's navel. Anakin laughed when he did that, the sound a mix of high bells and husky chuckles. Qui-Gon swirled his fingers into the indent again, earning more laughter. He moved his other hand to slide across one pink nipple, chuckling himself when Anakin's laughter was cut off by a startled cry.
Qui-Gon repeated the caress.
"More," pleaded Anakin.
Qui-Gon complied, tugging gently on the small nub. A soft shudder ran through Anakin's body and his hands gripped Qui-Gon's shoulders. Shifting down slightly, Qui-Gon teased the other nipple with his lips and tongue, licking and sucking gently. This time a strong shudder passed through his padawan's body, and Anakin's hands came up to tangle in Qui-Gon's hair, holding his head in place.
Using his free hand, Qui-Gon unzipped Anakin's trousers, pulling the sides apart. He slid his leg between Anakin's until his thigh was tight against the hard shaft. Moving one hand over his padawan's hip, Qui-Gon grasped the boy's buttocks, guiding Anakin's movements to match the tugging and sucking on his nipples.
The slide of Anakin's hip against his own penis, brought Qui-Gon to full hardness and he added a gentle thrust of his own to their movements. Anakin continued to rock against him, half sobbing his pleasure as Qui-Gon pushed him to the edge and then over. Anakin's movements grew frantic and then ceased altogether as his orgasm rushed through him. Qui-Gon continued to rock slightly, enjoying the wave of pleasure that washed over him through the bond.
He nuzzled each nipple one more time and then shifted up again to cover Anakin's mouth with his own. Their lips clung and then they rubbed noses and rested their foreheads together, breathing each other in. Anakin's eyes opened slowly and he blinked up at Qui-Gon, a wide smile spreading across his face.
"That was..."
"Nice," suggested Qui-Gon.
Anakin laughed, the sound low and sensual, reminding Qui-Gon that he was still aroused, that the night was far from over.
"Very, very nice," said Anakin, bringing his arms back around Qui-Gon's back and pulling himself closer. "But one-sided. Didn't you say something about most things being better when shared?"
"That does seem familiar."
Anakin's eyes suddenly grew serious. "Make love to me, Master."
"Yes," answered Qui-Gon.
He kissed Anakin again, tasting satiation and renewed desire in the boy's mouth. He pulled back, Anakin following with a whimper.
"It's better without clothing."
Anakin's hands immediately fell to the buttons on Qui-Gon's shirt, fingers working diligently to open them. Qui-Gon's hands moved with them, helping him and soon he too was shrugging out of his shirt. Anakin traced the scar on his chest, fingers gentle, almost reverent. "I'm glad you didn't die," he whispered softly, "I'm glad you're my master."
"As am I," replied Qui-Gon as Anakin hugged him tightly.
Anakin's hands moved over his back, drifting lower until they were stopped by his waistband. Qui-Gon smiled as the boy's fingers stumbled and then continued on, moving to the front of Qui-Gon's trousers and un-zipping them carefully. He raised his hips as Anakin pushed the trousers down, lying still as Anakin looked his fill.
A tentative hand reached out, one finger sliding along his length and Qui-Gon moaned, hips jerking in response. Qui-Gon quickly divested Anakin of his trousers, hands trailing along the boy's legs and then coming back up to smooth over the prominent hip bones.
"Beautiful," Qui-Gon whispered, closing the space between them to once again cover Anakin's mouth with his own. Anakin kissed him back eagerly, clearly growing more at ease with their intimacy; now his kisses were tinged with a touch of force and he pushed his body against Qui-Gon's.
Moaning as their erections met and slid hotly against each other, Anakin continued to push and Qui-Gon let their momentum carry him onto his back. Growing bolder, Anakin began to kiss his way down Qui-Gon's neck to his chest. He lay back, enjoying the warm lips and tongue moving down his body. Enthusiasm made up for lack of skill as Anakin found a nipple and suckled. Qui-Gon let his pleasure show, moaning as Anakin continued to play with his nipple.
One hand fluttered down along his chest and past his stomach. He held his breath, as Anakin's hand lingered at his hip, sliding over the curves and turning to caress the bone. His breath left his body on a gasp as the soft palm curled around his shaft, holding him lightly.
He shifted his hips in mute plea as Anakin remained still, warm skin encircling him. Another gasp left him as Anakin squeezed and began to move his hand in long, slow strokes.
"Like this, Master?"
"Y-yes."
"Oh," Anakin gasped softly, pressing his body tightly against Qui-Gon's, rocking his slim hips. Qui-Gon could feel the heat of Anakin's shaft pressing against him, a hot brand -a sharp, clear sensation in a world gone soft and unfocussed as Anakin's hand tightened and continued its untutored magic.
The boy continued to nuzzle his chest and Qui-Gon shifted restlessly beneath the sensual assault, fighting his instinct to turn them over and drive them both to completion. It was Anakin's turn. Qui-Gon moaned, letting his padawan hear the pleasure he was imparting.
The sensations continued, Anakin's hand tightening, his strokes becoming firmer as his confidence grew. Suddenly Qui-Gon's orgasm was bearing down upon him and he gasped, holding it back with iron control.
"Stop." The word sounded harsh in his own ears and his padawan froze, withdrawing even as he still lay along the length of Qui-Gon's body.
"I thought you were liking it!" Disappointment and hurt coloured Anakin's voice, pitching it high and Qui-Gon ran a soothing hand down the boy's back as he cleared his throat.
"I was going to come." His words were still raspy, his arousal caught in his throat. "And I had hoped that you would consider making love to me."
Anakin remained silent and unmoving in Qui-Gon's arms and then the boy's head came up as the meaning of his words sunk in.
"Oh! You wan me inside you?" The words were half excited anticipation, half awe.
"Very much so."
"So you stopped me so that...before you..."
"I wish to come while you are inside my body, yes."
"It won't hurt you, will it, Master?"
"Not if you take your time and spread your preparation with plenty of love and lubrication."
Anakin's face went red at his words, but Qui-Gon could feel that it was mostly due to arousal. He reached for a pillow and slid it beneath his hips.
"Aren't you supposed to turn over?" asked Anakin.
"I wish to watch your face," Qui-Gon replied softly, as he cupped Anakin's cheek, thumb lingering over the boy's lips.
"Oh." Anakin's hands shook slightly as he leaned over to search the bottles in the basket on the side-table. "There's three different ones. Which should I use?"
"The one you most like the smell of," suggested Qui-Gon, knowing from experience that, while any oil would do, some were more enjoyable than others and their scent was a big factor in determining that.
Anakin fumbled with the bottles. "Flowers, almonds or berries, Master. Which would you prefer?"
"I believe I would like to trust your instincts on this one."
"I like the almond one best, Master -it kind of reminds me of you."
"How so?"
"It smells like the ground, but sweet too, like you do."
The words were all the more meaningful for their lack of artifice or guile.
"Then I think it is an excellent choice, Padawan." Qui-Gon's voice had grown husky again and arousal, which and slipped to the background during Anakin's search through the basket, pushed its way to the front again, making him eager once more for his padawan's touch.
Spreading his legs, Qui-Gon let his knees fall open, motioning for Anakin to kneel between them. Anakin's face was rapt and he drew his hand from Qui-Gon's neck down to his erection. Qui-Gon moaned and pulled his own knees up toward his chest, exposing himself to Anakin's tender view.
Another soft sound was pulled from his throat and he forced his hips to remain still as Anakin trailed a single finger down his perineum and across his opening.
"It's so small," whispered Anakin.
"It stretches," Qui-Gon assured him.
Anakin nodded absently, focussed on the sight in front of him. Fumbling with the small bottle, Anakin spilled a small measure of it and Qui-Gon jerked as it hit the inside of his thigh. He waved off Anakin's mumbled apology, anticipating the boy's touch.
"Are you sure?"
Qui-Gon took Anakin's hand in his own and guided it to his opening. "Yes, I am."
Anakin pressed his index finger against the small pucker and Qui-Gon pulled on his hand, sinking Anakin's finger past the tight ring of muscle. Anakin's finger continued to sink into his body and Qui-Gon felt the boy's shudder, his own body echoing it.
He continued to prompt Anakin until the boy had the rhythm on his own, sliding in and out of Qui-Gon's body.
"Master..."
"That's it, yes. Just like that," Qui-Gon spoke softly, reaching one hand up to once again cup Anakin's cheek. The boy looked up from his task, meeting Qui-Gon's gaze with eyes full of wonder and darkened by lust. Qui-Gon slid his thumb over the parted lips and Anakin turned his head to capture the digit in his mouth, sucking the thumb instinctively.
"Now," Qui-Gon shuddered as Anakin's teeth grazed across his thumb and he took a deep breath before trying again. "Two fingers now, Padawan."
Anakin's attention shifted back down and Qui-Gon felt the boy press a second finger in to join the first. The fingers pressed into him slowly and Qui-Gon jerked as one slid over the small gland inside his body. Anakin's eyes flew to his own and the boy was clearly upset.
"Sh." Qui-Gon placed his finger across Anakin's lips. "That was my prostate. I will be very disappointed if you don't touch it again."
"A good jerk?" Anakin said softly around Qui-Gon's finger.
"A very good jerk," agreed Qui-Gon, body tightening once more as Anakin slid his fingers out and in, brushing Qui-Gon's prostate each time. Qui-Gon let his eyes close, sinking into the sensations created by the glide of Anakin's long fingers along his passage. The sheets were silky beneath him and warm from his body heat; the scent of iris filling the air from where they lay crushed. He opened his eyes again when Anakin stopped and spoke.
"Is that enough," the boy asked, eyes slightly glazed with arousal.
"What do you think?"
Anakin shrugged lazily, the movement rippling through his body and wriggling the fingers still buried inside Qui-Gon. "It doesn't seem as tight as when I started and you seem very relaxed, Master."
"Good observation, Padawan. For penetration to be enjoyable it's important that both parties are relaxed and ready or someone will get hurt."
"So I have to pay attention and focus on more than just how I feel." Qui-Gon nodded at him. "Which is why I'm getting a lecture in the middle of making love."
Qui-Gon chuckled this time, before leaning up and pressing a deep kiss into Anakin's mouth. He licked his way over to the boy's ear.
"You're doing everything right. Relax and enjoy it," he whispered and then lay back again, taking his knees in his hands and pulling them toward his chest.
Anakin took a deep breath and pulled his fingers from Qui-Gon's body. Qui-Gon murmured his approval as he felt the rounded heat of Anakin's shaft press against his opening. He kept his eyes on the boy's face, watching as Anakin's serious expression tightened in concentration.
Anakin's hands were hot and soft on Qui-Gon's inner thighs as the boy pushed forward gently.
"Harder," Qui-Gon suggested quietly and Anakin added pressure, sliding in past the tight ring of muscle. His momentum carried him all the way in. Anakin gasped, eyes widening and his mouth going slack.
"Master..." he whispered.
Qui-Gon moaned with soft pleasure and then pushed the sensation of Anakin's length filling him to the back of his mind.
"How do you feel?" he asked after taking a deep breath.
"Good," said Anakin, his voice soft, breaking. "Very, very good."
"Then may I suggest you begin moving?"
"Yes, Master." Anakin pulled out all the way and then pressed back in again. Qui-Gon moaned once more as the slow movements slid his padawan's shaft along his prostate.
"Keep going?" asked a breathless Anakin.
"Oh, yes."
Once more Anakin slowly pulled out before pushing in again.
"Padawan..."
"Yes, Master?"
"Might I suggest, that instead of pulling all the way out, you pull most of the way out and then move back in?"
"Like this?" asked Anakin, doing as Qui-Gon had suggested.
"Yes," gasped Qui-Gon.
"Again?"
"Please. And you don't need to stop to ask again."
"No more stopping, I can do that." Anakin continued to move, his hips pressing rhythmically against Qui-Gon, moving slowly, surely. Qui-Gon held on for awhile, not wanting to coach the boy too much, but soon it was more than he could take, that inescapable brush along his prostate; too much, but not quite enough.
"Faster," he said, the word sounding more like a demand than he'd hoped, but Anakin didn't seem distressed, quite the opposite in fact.
"Thank the Force!" said Anakin. His movements grew faster, though they were still controlled for another moment or two and then he groaned, a long, low sound that travelled along Qui-Gon's spine, adding to the pleasure that was building inside his body.
Anakin's hips began to snap forward as he lost control, hitting Qui-Gon's thighs now with arrhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh. The boy was gasping and whimpering, but Qui-Gon could tell he was holding a small part of himself back, waiting for his lover to come. It increased his own pleasure, knowing that Anakin was instinctively seeking to give pleasure as much as to receive it during this act.
Qui-Gon let himself go, let the sensations wash over himself, over the man he was -his other roles, as Jedi Master, as teacher, as lifemate, all were forgotten as he lost himself in the pleasure coursing through his body.
He cried out as he came, body tightening as he climaxed. Anakin spiralled into orgasm with him and Qui-Gon was dimly aware of liquid heat pulsing into his body. Anakin pulled out and collapsed against him, one arm thrown over his chest, their legs tangled together.
He brushed his hand gently through Anakin's short hair, fingers automatically finding the boy's braid and tugging on it in a time-old gesture. Anakin turned his face up to Qui-Gon and he leaned in to kiss the boy, enjoying the lovely lassitude that made his limbs heavy and his blood slow.
"What it okay?" asked Anakin, voice shy though he met Qui-Gon's eyes.
"It was very good," Qui-Gon reassured his padawan. He ran his knuckles along the boy's flushed cheeks. "You are a very considerate and enthusiastic lover. Both are excellent qualities. And if you remember to lead with your heart..."
"Thank you, Master Qui-Gon."
"It was my pleasure, Anakin, very much my pleasure."
A few moments later Anakin shifted awkwardly. "Should I go now?"
"You may if you like, though I would prefer it if you stayed and cuddled."
"I'd like that, too," admitted Anakin, curling into him. Qui-Gon brought his arms around his padawan and held him close.
"I think... I like this at least as much as making love," Anakin said quietly.
"This was always Obi's favourite part when he was a padawan," offered Qui-Gon, hoping to soothe away the faint hint of self-doubt.
"Is it still?" asked Anakin.
"You've cuddled with him yourself on more than one occasion, what do you think?"
"But those weren't making love cuddles," Anakin protested.
"But they were still cuddles. Touching other beings on an intimate, personal level, is what cuddling is about. In a lot of ways, making love is the same."
Anakin was quiet for a long time after that, but eventually he asked, "Were you thinking of Master, Obi-Wan?"
"No, I was enjoying what you were doing. It isn't fair to make love to one person while thinking of another."
"Even if you're only doing it to teach your padawan and the other person is your lifebonded mate?"
"Even then." Qui-Gon slipped his finger beneath Anakin's chin and gently raised his face until the boy's eyes met his own. "This was not a chore, Padawan. It was a duty, but one that I find most pleasurable and I very much enjoyed myself tonight."
Shy pleasure bloomed across Anakin's face. "Thank you," he said softly.
Qui-Gon smiled and leaned forward to share a gentle kiss with the boy before settling him back in his arms. Soon, Anakin's breathing slowed as he fell asleep.
Qui-Gon followed suit, first reaching out along the bond he shared with Anakin, sliding a gentle caress over his sleeping padawan's mind and then reaching for Obi-Wan. His lifemate's bright presence wrapped warmly around his mind and he fell asleep physically and mentally held close by his loved ones.
End.