Master Apprentice
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Their bodies pressed together, creating a heat between them to rival the high temperatures around them. He could almost hear the sizzle as naked flesh touched naked flesh.
This kind of heat he could withstand; though it might melt his logic and reason, it didn't oppress him the way the heat from the fire of the sun did.
His lover was kissing him now -long, open-mouthed kisses on his neck, his shoulders, his chest. Impossibly, the mouth and tongue were hotter still, burning him, melting away his resistance. And when tongue and mouth touched his navel, played there awhile, he choked, whimpered.
The mouth left him -it wasn't replaced by hands or body or any part of his lover. He arched toward the warmth radiating from his lover, but he couldn't reach his master's body, couldn't touch the fire that he wanted to be consumed by.
"Please," he begged hoarsely, "Please, I need..."
His master held him then, their bodies pressed tightly together, the fire returning, flaming between them.
Qui-Gon rolled them end over end over end over end. Rolling them until Obi-Wan's back hit the block of ice that lay, melting, in the middle of the room.
Obi-Wan's scream as his back hit the ice was swallowed by his master's mouth.
The ice melted beneath his back; the heat of his skin turning the solid block to water beneath him. And now he was trapped between the heat of his master and the cold of the ice. He writhed between the two -his master's body even hotter with the ice cold and wet, melting beneath him.
Qui-Gon rose above him, took Obi-Wan's weeping erection into his body, pulling his shaft deep into the tight, hot passage. If Qui-Gon's skin against his was fire, then the tight passage that held him in its grasp was lava and Obi-Wan thought he would explode. He would combust from the heat but for the cold at his back.
The ice, no match for their heat, was melting, becoming water, splashing against Obi-Wan's back and sides as he arched, pushing himself into his master's heat.
Soon the ice would be gone. Already the heat of his body was returning, his back no longer screaming against the cold but embracing it, melting it away beneath the fire that was within and without.
His master was coming with a sharp cry and Obi-Wan arched as the muscles around his penis tightened. Qui-Gon's ejaculate fell against Obi-Wan's belly and his chest, the drops burning his flesh, liquid fire. Obi-Wan fell back against the ground, the cold water splashing around him, licking at his sides.
He came, body tightening, body reaching, body pushing, body burning, body melting.
Panting, he lay there, locked between his master and the ice.
End.