Archive: master_apprentice always, and will be on my own site
eventually, anyone else please ask first.
Category: PWP, First Time, ficlet, POV's
Rating: NC 17 QG/OW
Warnings: M/M Slash of course.
Spoilers: None that I know of because we all know I was the
LAST person alive who saw the movie TPM, there for I need not
warn anyone but myself.
Summary: Two Jedi, One thought and finally acting on it.
Note: I am in total Qui-Gon departure denial; it hurts less to
say it that way. TPM happens but Qui-Gon DOESN'T die, DO YOU
HEAR ME?!?!? Good as long as we're clear on that.
Disclaimer: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are owned by G. Lucas and he
also operates everything his own way, I only manipulate, for no
monetary gain using the force. I also disinfect after every use
before I put them away.
Special Thanks to Ki for Betaing for me, being supportive of my
writing and having helpful suggestions. I made all the
neccesary corrections and changes so any and all mistakes are
mine.
I burn for him. I lie alone in my bed at night and wonder what
he dreams about. Is it me? Does he get as hard as I do? Does he
let his body react and stroke his aching cock as I do? No not
my Master.
He is the paragon of calm and controlled emotion. I watch him
everyday. He is kind and gentle. Always careful how he talks to
me, he would never put me down. His body is strong and lean.
Yet, even the merest sight of his flaccid penis can invoke such
a reaction in my body. If only he would possess me.
But I am his Padawan and that just won't happen. I know, other
padawans and masters have bonded, but they are opposite-sex
couples.
I ache for him. My hand caresses my tense chest. Carefully, I
rake my nails over my nipples and arch my back in pleasure. In
my mind it is his fingers and hands touching me. My palm
strokes my taut abdomen, my eyes drift closed.
If he could just see me as the man I have become and not the
boy anymore, my life would be complete. Just once, to hold him
naked against me.
My hand now slides lower cupping and giving my balls a gentle
squeeze. I'm so very close, I always am and quickly when I lie
here at night and think about my Master.
My hands are hot and sweaty against my sensitized skin as I
grasp my hard cock. It throbs, telling me to make it quick, I
stroke, and my thumb covers the tip and I smear the pre cum
around stifling a moan. I know he hasn't retired for the night
yet and as much as I'd love for him to join me I know he won't.
I'm not sure if I want him to really know what I'm doing in
here.
I can feel it build in me, the pressure wanting to be released.
I pull harder and gasp.
I hear a faint noise and look up.
He is watching me.
Does my Padawan think I cannot hear him night after night? Does
he not know what it does to me to hear my name on his lips when
he comes none to quietly in the feigned privacy of his room?
I know he watches me, as I do him. I will not just take however
tempting it may be. I've been burnt before, terribly so. This
is why I never wanted another apprentice. But after coercion
from the council I took him on.
Obi-Wan has always been a beautiful boy. Now he is an
exceptionally attractive young man. My Padawan. My Obi-Wan.
Does he know what his simple touches do to me? Does he know he
projects his arousal to me? No I don't think he does. I lie in
bed after I torture myself listening for his orgasm, and I
stroke my own erection.
I imagine his lips on my skin. Him beneath me wriggling and
squirming; begging for release, relief that only I can give
him. I fill him and he takes it wonderfully, he begs for me to
go faster, harder deeper, and I do, oh yes I do, by Padawan
only has to say the word and he is my master.
Yet this night is different in the sense that he is calling to
me...consciously or not. I cannot help but feel he is silently
begging me to catch him and end his torment. If he only knew it
would end mine.
I want to watch him come, just once and I would be happy
forever in the knowledge I had at least witnessed it. I walk
softly to his door and carefully using all my Jedi Stealth open
the door enough to see the naked figure on the bed, hips
arching, fist stroking, I am aching hard and I want him all the
more, this was a Mistake, I moaned and he looks at me, his eyes
wide, passion hazed he stops his motion but does not let go of
the cock in his had, it is copiously leaking fluid now and I
want a taste.
"Master?" I whisper and feel like I'm being visually devoured.
"Please continue Padawan, I would like to watch you complete
this." he said and I shudder, now emboldened.
"Master, help me, please???" I beg, and I don't care. He's
moving into my room and all conscious thought leaves me.
I sit on the edge of my Obi-Wan's bed and take his hand gently
away from the straining cock and with any thought to
consequences I lower my head and lick the tip of his long thick
cock, tasting his essence wanting more. His hips buck and his
hand strokes through my hair.
"Please, Master." He begs me so beautifully... How can I
refuse. I take him in fully and suck as I draw back. I know he
is too close and this isn't going to take any time at all
before his release hits.
I open my mind to him and am slammed with such love, lust and
want I can barely stand it.
He comes with a loud cry, deep into my throat and I swallow
around him, moaning, seeing stars myself...and when is spent, I
pull back...with a small soft chuckle.
"Master that was...What is so humorous?" I ask, completely
sated.
My master takes my hand and places it on the wet sticky spot on
his sleeping pants and sighs.
I am astonished, "But I didn't touch...." I say
"No love nothing touched me, I dare say I haven't done that
since I was an apprentice myself." he said and finally leaned
in to kiss me.
I savor him, the taste of my semen on his lips, and a taste
uniquely his.
"My bed is larger, Padawan." he whispers. And I nod.
There is no way I'll let that invitation slide by me, and I
follow him to his room.
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