Okay, I surrendered to that smut bunny. I had planned on
including the one thing of Obi's which I keep, but it just
didn't work.
I foolishly suggested to Keely that she use a line from
"Touched" to start a story, only to have her challenge me back.
Well, hell, who is gonna turn down the opportunity to use one
of Keely's lines?
Series: 1/1
Rating: NC 17
Category: PWP
Spoilers: none
Feedback: Yes. Please.
Disclaimer: They belong to someone else, alas. I just borrow
'em now and again. For fun, not profit.
Notes: No beta. I just banged this one out. Thanks to Keely for
the first line and my partner for the second.
Summary: Obi Wan lays claim to his master. Smut.
The ability to form words deserted him as all the blood left
his head and made its way to warmer climes. Obi Wan groaned
inwardly. Nature had given him both a brain and a penis but
apparently only enough blood to run one of them at a time.
"Obi Wan," Qui Gon repeated, toweling his hair. "How was your
class? What age group did Master J'lath stick you with?"
Obi Wan tried to focus his attention away from the expanse of
his master's naked chest. Why couldn't the man have just put on
some clothes? Obi Wan had not been expecting to confront a
naked, dripping Qui Gon. He really should dress before
answering the door. He caught sight of a drop of water on his
master's right shoulder. Obi Wan focused on that, thinking
perhaps it would enable to think again. Unfortunately the drop
slithered slowly downward, drawing Obi Wan's eyes with it.
"The six year olds master." The drop was passing next to a
nipple. "I. umm. It was fine. They behaved well." Unconsciously
he licked his lips as the drop slid lower.
"What were you expected to teach them?"
What had Qui Gon asked? No help for it, he guessed. Qui Gon
always had trouble managing the younger students so he probably
didn't believe they had been well behaved. "Yes, they really
were good. Kids always like science class."
"Is something wrong Obi Wan? You seem a bit unfocused." There
was no mistaking the amusement in Qui Gon's voice.
"Do I?" Obi Wan looked at his master's face for the first time
since entering his quarters. "Perhaps it is because my Master
insists on parading himself in front of me."
"My nakedness troubles you, Padawan?" Qui Gon said. "Jedi are
not supposed to be bothered by such things. Perhaps we need to
examine this prudery of yours."
Obi Wan stepped directly in front of his master. "It is not
prudery." He looked up at him, challenging. "Quite the opposite
in fact." Obi Wan placed one finger on his master's shoulder,
tracing the path followed by the drop of water. He watched with
satisfaction as desire sparked in his Master's eyes. It was
empowering to think he could arouse him with such a simple
touch.
The drop he was tracing had passed just along the edge of his
master's cock. Obi Wan felt him start as his finger traced the
path. Emboldened, he took a half-step back from his master and
began undressing. He slid his cloak from his shoulders. Using
the force to pull a nearby chair to him, he placed a foot on
it. Leaning over to he undid the fastenings of his boot.
Removed it and placed his other foot on the chair. Both boots
removed, he returned the chair to its usual place.
Pretending Qui Gon wasn't there, wasn't watching him intently,
he undid his belt, followed it with his sash. He could sense
Qui Gon's reaction, but still avoided looking at him directly.
Undoing his tunic, he removed it with a deliberate casualness
and folded it neatly before placing it on top of his cloak.
Facing Qui Gon, he moved his hands to his pants and unfastened
them. "My nakedness doesn't trouble you does it Master?" He
continued before his master could reply. "Of course not, you're
not a prude." He shrugged. "Of course, modesty is a virtue and
a Jedi should always strive to be virtuous, so perhaps I should
leave these on." He made a movement as though he were going to
refasten his pants. "What do you think Master?"
"Take the pants off Obi Wan."
"Is that a command Qui Gon?" He stepped close to his master.
His breath was hot on his Master's neck. "I don't think I want
to obey any commands today. In fact, I think I want to give
them."
He put his mouth close to his Master's ear, spoke quietly.
"I'll take the pants off. But only if you agree to my terms."
He looked into his face, casually running a finger across his
master's chest. "The only words you may utter are Obi and Wan.
And you may not touch me or move unless instructed to do so.
Agreed?"
Qui Gon smiled, his expression eager. "Agreed."
If you want me to stop just say so, I will.
Yes, love, Qui Gon acknowledged.
Placing his lips against Qui Gon's shoulder he nipped and
licked lightly. Gradually, he moved lower, following again the
route taken by the drop of water. He felt a brief tinge of
regret that the drop had not passed over a nipple. He placed
his hands on Qui Gon's hips to steady himself as he moved his
mouth down Qui Gon's abdomen.
Reaching his master's cock, he forced himself to remain on the
drop's path. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the top of Qui
Gon's cock near the base, followed the curve of it.
He looked up. Qui Gon was watching him. Their eyes met and he
smiled softly before leaning forward and sliding his mouth over
Qui Gon's erection. Qui Gon moved his hands as if to entangle
them in his hair. Obi Wan stopped. The hands returned to Qui
Gon's side. He decided then and there that he wanted to see Qui
Gon's knees buckle.
Obi Wan focused his attention on the contents of his mouth. He
pulled back slowly, curving his tongue along the underside.
Reaching the edge of the head, he moved forward again. He
stroked several more times, letting Qui Gon's arousal build
slowly. He slid his hands from Qui Gon's hips to his buttocks
and clasped them firmly. He didn't squeeze or caress in any
way; he just held them as he caressed Qui Gon's cock with his
mouth and lips.
Changing tactics slightly, he ceased stroking. Taking just the
head in his mouth he flicked it with his tongue, briefly
probing the slit. He turned his eyes upward. Qui Gon was still
watching him. I know you like this. Like watching me suck
your cock.
Qui Gon didn't answer. He couldn't. Obi Wan pressed further.
I love doing it. The feel of you in my mouth, the taste of
you, your smell. The way you react when I do this. Removing
his mouth from Qui Gon's cock, he ran one of his hands along
it, brushing the underside with his thumb. He met Qui Gon's
eyes as he moved his thumb back and forth across the sensitive
spot just below the head. Shall I replace the thumb with my
mouth? Another stroke of his thumb. I should?
Another stroke. Well. Several rapid strokes. Since
that is what you want. Tilting his head to the side, he
took the area in his mouth and sucked gently, caressed it with
his tongue, sucked harder.
"Obi Wan." Qui Gon moaned his name and Obi Wan's own cock
twitched in response.
He ran his fingers along the crack of Qui Gon's ass. Qui Gon
parted his legs. Obi Wan sat back and very deliberately placed
his finger in his mouth, moistening it. Then he resumed sucking
Qui Gon's cock. No longer gentle or teasing, he sucked firmly,
moving his mouth back and forth with increasing speed.
He was keenly aware of Qui Gon fighting the urge to move. It
was a heady feeling, having Qui Gon at his mercy, knowing he
could arouse his oh-so-controlled master. He wanted to push Qui
Gon even further. He wanted to see him over the edge, take him
to the place where conscious thought was no longer possible.
Qui Gon had done it to him often enough. What was that saying
about turn around being fair play?
He re-focused his attention fully on Qui Gon. He was nearly
there. Obi Wan traced his anus with the moistened finger. Qui
Gon groaned. He pushed the finger in slowly. He brushed it
across his master's prostate. Come. He brushed again,
sucking hard. Come.
Qui Gon's knees buckled. Obi Wan caught him with the force,
gently easing him down as he swallowed, again and again. He was
kneeling between his master's legs, his mouth still glued to
Qui Gon. He eased his finger from his master and sat up.
Grinning.
Seeing the look on his face, Qui Gon chuckled. Obi Wan had
never looked so pleased with himself.
Qui Gon reached out to touch him, but his hand was intercepted.
"Have you forgotten our agreement so soon?" Qui Gon looked
confused. Obi Wan chuckled softly. He moved up Qui Gon's body
until his face was close to Qui Gon's. He kissed him softly,
almost chastely. Then took an earlobe in his mouth and sucked
gently. Hearing Qui Gon's sharp intake of breath, he stopped,
whispered softly, "You thought I was finished with you?" He
nibbled on Qui Gon's neck. "I am far from finished with you,
Master. Very far."
But Padawan you failed to live up to your end of the
agreement.
Obi Wan glanced down. "So I did."
He stood. Quickly he slid his pants down and stepped out of
them. He sensed Qui Gon's surprise. "Were you expecting me to
tease you?"
He moved to straddle his master's waist. "Perhaps I should."
Raising a hand, he stroked his own chest. Ran his fingers over
a nipple. Qui Gon was watching him hungrily. "Shall I squeeze
Qui Gon? So we can both imagine that it is your mouth on my
nipple instead of my fingers? I've done it many times. Touched
myself imagining the hands were yours." Qui Gon's arousal
flowed across their bond. Obi Wan fought back a groan as he
felt it. He couldn't hold back much longer.
He moved his hand to cock, grabbed it firmly. He began stroking
hard. "Would you like to know what I imagined last night?" He
didn't wait for an answer. "I imagined fucking you. I imagined
sliding my cock into you. Gently. I didn't want to hurt you.
You were on your hands and knees. Once I was all the way in you
I stopped. I just stayed there for a while, feeling you around
me, running my hands over you, kissing your back. But you were
impatient Master. You started pushing against me. I took your
hips in my hands and began to move. I was slow. You felt so
good. Hot. Tight. I wanted it to last." His eyes were glued to
his Master's face. Qui Gon's eyes were glued to his cock,
watching his hand. He followed Qui Gon's gaze. There were drops
on the end of his cock.
"You want to lick it don't you? Taste me?" He brushed the tip
with his other hand, covering a fingertip with his pre-cum. He
raised it to Qui Gon's lips. Qui Gon eagerly sucked it into his
mouth, running his tongue over the tip. Obi Wan groaned.
He withdrew his finger, sought Qui Gon's eyes with his own.
"Now where was I?" He smiled. "Oh yes. I was fucking you." Obi
Wan resumed stroking. "You were most demanding master. You
tried to move fast." His own hand increased in speed. "I didn't
wanted you to. You moaned my name over and over, begged me to
fuck you harder." The image in his mind, his hand on his cock,
the look on Qui Gon's face, Obi Wan had to finish this story
while he could still talk. "You asked so nicely. How could I
refuse? I took you. Hard and fast. You came just before I did.
You were shaking, clutching me with your ass. I came hard.
Spurting into you." Obi Wan's hand moved rapidly, almost
punishingly, over his cock. He lost the ability to focus, his
eyes closed. He groaned his master's name as his come spurted
over Qui Gon's chest.
He opened his eyes when he felt Qui Gon's hand on his cheek.
Such tenderness in that touch. The look on his master's face
would have taken his breath away, if he hadn't already been
hyperventilating. Qui Gon was clearly turned on, but it was
more than that. He was looking at Obi Wan with love. And
delight.
Obi Wan had to kiss him. While his lips gently parted Qui
Gon's, he spoke into his master's mind. I'll forgive you
touching me without permission. But only because it felt so
good. Ignoring Qui Gon's surprise he deepened the kiss,
feeling their tongues meet in a slow sensuous dance. Obi Wan
sometimes thought that Qui Gon had earned the title Master
based upon his ability to kiss. He could be tender and
demanding one minute, rough and sensuous the next. For the
first time that morning, he let Qui Gon take the lead, kissing
him in the way which never failed to make Obi Wan hard as a
rock. This time was no exception.
After several long minutes, he pulled back. "Let's move this to
the bed." He kissed Qui Gon briefly before rising.
He took Qui Gon's hand in his and led him into the bed chamber.
Qui Gon had already adjusted the windows allowing in sunlight.
Obi Wan found it intrusive, not at all in keeping with their
mood. Using the force, he readjusted the controls, lowering the
amount of light.
"Lie down, Master. I'll be right back."
He went to the bathroom, rummaged around for the large, soft
sponge he knew was there somewhere. He found it at the back of
a drawer. After moistening it with warm water, he returned to
the bedroom.
"You're a bit sticky." He cleaned Qui Gon's chest with the
sponge. Then his own.
He lie down on his side, resting his head on one hand. He
traced Qui Gon's face with his fingers. Over his cheek, up
across his forehead, down his nose. "You know you never told me
how you broke this." He smiled warmly. "Maybe later, when you
can talk." He planted a kiss on the tip of that nose. His
fingers moved though Qui Gon's beard, up to his lips. He
outlined his Master's mouth with his fingers, could not resist
more kisses.
He brushed Qui Gon's hair back with his fingers, exposing an
ear. Again, he traced with his fingers. Before sliding them
down across Qui Gon's neck. passing over a spot slightly above
Qui Gon's collar bone, he recalled how sensitive that spot
could be. Took it into his mouth and sucked gently. Qui Gon
arched his head back, just a little. Releasing his neck, Obi
Wan looked into his eyes as he moved his fingers lower.
Lazily he let his fingers rove over his master's torso. Down
his side, up his chest, back down again. "You are beautiful,
Master. Have I told you that?" His fingers moved over the
muscles in his master's arm, up to his shoulder. "So powerful."
He pressed his whole hand against Qui Gon's shoulder, moved it
back down his arm to his hand. He turned the hand over. Gently
caressed the palm with his fingers. "I love your hands." His
fingers moved along Qui Gon's. "So strong. Yet so gentle.
Sometimes, just the thought of your hands makes me hard." He
raised the hand to his mouth, kissed it.
Lying it back down. He changed positions, moved so that he was
again straddling Qui Gon. He used both hands this time,
caressing Qui Gon. His touch was beyond gentle, it was
reverent.
"You are mine, Qui Gon. Do you understand that?" Obi Wan saw in
his face that he did. "I claim you." He paused for a moment,
his hands moving along Qui Gon's sides, imprinting the feel of
his ribs in Obi Wan's mind. "I suppose such possessiveness is
not very Jedi-like, but I don't care." The corners of his mouth
turned up slightly as he thought of the Code. "With you there
is both serenity and passion, each following the other
sometimes so rapidly it makes my head spin."
He leaned forward, claiming Qui Gon's lips. Within moments he
was lost as Qui Gon worked his usual magic. Qui Gon was gentle,
but roughness lie just beneath the surface. Quite frequently
his mouth demanded Obi Wan's surrender. Today he offered his
own.
Groaning, he pulled away. You bring me peace and make me hot
all at the same time.
He moved lower. Positioning himself between Qui Gon's legs, he
began to stroke them. "You move with such grace. I marvel at
it. How a man so large can move like that." Hands moved upward,
passing temptingly close to Qui Gon's cock. "If I let you speak
you would probably tell me it is because of how close you are
to the living force. I really don't care about the reason. I
just love to watch you." His hands reached Qui Gon's feet.
He moved to the end of the bed, stood up. "Turn over."
Obi Wan again straddled his master. Pushing Qui Gon's hair to
one side, he kissed the back of his neck. He ran his hands down
the center of Qui Gon's back. Starting at the neck, he kissed
his way down Qui Gon. His lips covered every bit of Qui Gon's
spine, while his hands caressed the rest. Reaching the base of
Qui Gon's spine, he paused for a moment, pressing his cheek
against Qui Gon's back.
He repositioned himself between Qui Gon's legs. He cupped Qui
Gon's cheeks in his hands, then stroked them. Was there a part
of him which wasn't beautiful?
He parted those cheeks with his hands, ran his tongue along the
exposed surface. Qui Gon moaned, "Obi Wan."
He repeated the caress. Used his hands to move Qui Gon onto his
knees. He leaned forward and rimmed Qui Gon's asshole with his
tongue. "Obi, love." He loved the sound of Qui Gon moaning,
especially his name, especially with such need.
He parted the tight circle with his tongue. Qui Gon trembled.
He moved his tongue over and around the sensitive flesh, back
inside. Qui Gon was moaning continuously now. "Please, love.
Obi Wan."
"Please what?" He added silently, Anything, Qui Gon. I'll
give you anything.
"Fuck me."
The bottle of oil was in Obi Wan's hand almost instantly. He
covered two fingers, gently inserted one into Qui Gon. Was
surprised at how open Qui Gon was. He added the second finger,
turning them as he stroked, gently lubricating his love.
Qui Gon reached out to him with the force, intense need flowing
along their bond. It startled him, shook him. He poured oil
into his hand hastily slathered it over his cock. He rose onto
his knees, and held himself at Qui Gon's entrance. I love
you. He moved forward, pushing slowly, inexorably into Qui
Gon, who opened readily beneath him. Once fully ensconced in
Qui Gon, he paused. The reality was so much better than the
fantasy. It was hot and tight, but mostly it was Qui Gon.
Qui Gon was there in his mind, and he was filled the sensation
of being penetrated, of holding the one you love deep inside
you. It was a feeling with which he had become intimately
familiar over the last few months. Now Qui Gon was feeling it.
He was giving Qui Gon that feeling.
He began to move slowly. Heard Qui Gon groan in response.
Forcing himself to concentrate for a few minutes more, he
filled his palm with oil and reached around to take hold of Qui
Gon's cock. He didn't stroke, he just held, letting stimulation
come from the movements of their bodies.
He tried to keep himself controlled. He wanted to savor this,
wanted to give Qui Gon as much pleasure as he could. But Qui
Gon was as impatient in reality as he had been in fantasy. He
pushed back against Obi Wan asking for more, pleading for more.
"I'm yours, Obi Wan. Yours."
Qui Gon's words shredded him. Overwhelmed he grabbed his
master's hips and began fucking him, hard and fast. Claiming
him. Taking him.
Qui Gon's hand replaced Obi Wan's.
They rocked together, beyond thought, beyond awareness of
anything except each other. Qui Gon came first, pulling Obi Wan
with him, locking their minds together in shared pleasure.
Obi Wan collapsed against Qui Gon's back, clinging to him. He
wasn't sure he could move, even if he had wanted to. Afer a few
minutes he did move, because Qui Gon asked him to.
Qui Gon was still shaking. "Qui Gon. Are you all right?"
"Yes, it's just....I want to turn over. I want you to hold me."
"Of course, love." He withdrew and Qui Gon turned over.
His eyes were full of tears. Obi Wan moved up alongside him,
pulling him into a tight embrace.
"What's wrong? What is it? Did I hurt you." I didn't want to
hurt you.
"No, You didn't hurt me. Just shook me to the core. Turned me
inside out." There was happiness in his voice. "Made me see
stars."
"Stars? Really? I see moons when you fuck me."
Qui Gon laughed, tried to pull him closer.
"You're amazing, you know that."
"I am glad you think so, Master."
"I do." Qui Gon stole a quick kiss. "I trust you Obi Wan, more
than anyone else. Ever." Another kiss. "You take me places I
never thought I would go, didn't know I could go." Another
kiss.
Smiling he studied Obi Wan's face. "I think next time you
should be the one unable to move." His eyes twinkled. "Perhaps
literally." He sensed Obi Wan's puzzlement. "What do you think
of restraints?"
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