Series/Sequel: Kinda obvious, sequel to Claiming. But they're
both PWPs so each can stand on its own.
Rating: NC 17
Category: PWP
Archive: M&A; SWC; anyone else ask and you'll receive
Feedback: Of course. Always both welcome and appreciated
Disclaimer: They're George's. I just let 'em out for a little,
um, exercise every now and then. I'll return them tired but
unharmed.
Warning: Mild bondage, but I assume you figured that out from
the title. No D, S, or M. tho'. Sorry. Also, spew warnings.
While it isn't a humor/parody story, it does have a couple of
funny moments.
Summary: Qui Gon proves he wasn't kidding.
Author's Notes: This is for Raven, who chose the scenario, and
Keely, who asked for smut.
Thank you to Becky for letting me use her observation about the
oil.
Qui Gon looked around, admiring his handiwork. It was perfect.
Now he had only to wait for Obi Wan to return.
He dropped gracefully to the floor in a room filled with
candles and stilled his mind. The plans he had for his padawan
were going to require all of his concentration and control.
Inhaling deeply he focused his mind and settled in to wait.
He did not have to wait long. Less than an hour had passed when
he sensed Obi Wan entering their rooms.
Master, Obi Wan called to him.
"In here." Qui Gon replied aloud.
The door slid open and Obi Wan stared into their bedchamber.
Candlelight danced on every surface. Qui Gon was seated on the
floor with the light reflecting off his features, his hair,
and, Obi Wan noted, the body currently covered only by a soft
robe.
"Welcome home, Obi Wan." Qui Gon said in a voice which sent
tremors down his padawan.
"I was only off doing research at the library."
"I know. I sent you there, remember?"
"So that you could do this?"
Qui Gon didn't answer. Instead he rose and walked over to Obi
Wan. Standing very close, he leaned down and asked, "Why don't
you come inside?"
Obi Wan met his master's gaze. Qui Gon had that 'I'm turning
you on and I know it look,' that Obi Wan wanted to resent but
never could. Despite years of Jedi training Obi Wan was rarely
able to control his reaction to his master. The man was
intoxicating. He radiated strength and power, moved with an
effortless grace that took Obi Wan's breath away.
And he smelled good. Obi Wan wasn't able to describe it, but
the scent was heady. In the months since they had become lovers
Obi Wan had come to associate that scent with pleasure, a great
deal of pleasure. It forced him to maintain a discreet distance
from his master in public or risk being unable to walk
comfortably.
His master had done nothing but talk to him, fewer than 20
words, and Obi Wan was taut with anticipation, wondering what
Qui Gon had planned for him. Somehow his master always seemed
to be able to determine precisely what he wanted, before he was
even aware of wanting it. His caresses were invariably exactly
what Obi needed, arriving an instant before he needed it. He
had frequently wondered if the skill came solely from
experience or if his master was using some part of the force of
which he was unaware.
Qui Gon took his hand, leading him to the edge of the bed.
"You're overdressed." Qui Gon's voice was still pitched low and
quiet, sending more tremors through Obi Wan.
Obi Wan reached for his belt, but Qui Gon shook his head. "Let
me." He undid Obi Wan's belt slowly, let it drop to the floor.
Then he tugged gently on Obi Wan's sash before slowly
unwrapping it.
Obi Wan tensed with anticipation, expecting to feel his
master's hands sliding under his opened tunic. But Qui Gon
simply removed it, tugging it off of his shoulders and allowing
it to fall to the floor.
Qui Gon squatted down and undid the fastenings on Obi Wan's
boots, then removed them.
His hands moved to the front of Obi Wan's pants. At last, the
younger man thought. But Qui Gon still did not touch him. Obi
Wan was left wondering how his master could undress him without
actually touching his skin. His pants reached the floor and Obi
Wan stepped out of them.
"Lie down."
Obi Wan sought Qui Gon's eyes, looking for answers to the
questions forming in his mind. He found none. Qui Gon was
giving nothing away. So he simply complied with his master's
request.
He crawled into the bed and lie on his side, facing Qui Gon. He
was almost, but not quite, in a fetal position.
"On your back."
Obi Wan rolled over and his master moved onto the bed, lying
down beside him.
Qui Gon rested his head in his hand. "Do you remember our
conversation about restraints?"
"Yes."
"Still want to try them?"
He quite frequently felt powerless in Qui Gon's arms. He didn't
think restraints could make him feel any more vulnerable than
he already did. But the idea was still tantalizing. He imagined
himself, naked on their bed, his arms and legs immobile,
completely exposed to Qui Gon. Those blue eyes tracing him,
drinking him in. "Yes."
Qui Gon grasped one of his wrists, strong fingers wrapping
around it, and raised it above Obi Wan's head. A moment later
it was securely locked into a leather cuff. Obi Wan tugged at
it. He hadn't a clue how Qui Gon had secured it, but one thing
was clear, he was going nowhere until his master released him.
Qui Gon moved swiftly to secure the other wrist, then set back
to admire his handiwork.
"No legs?"
"My, we are anxious." The master smiled. "No, Padawan, I
thought we would save them for another occasion. Hopefully
you're not too disappointed."
"I can never be disappointed with you."
"With me? Or just with my lovemaking?"
"Both."
"You have far too much faith in me." Qui Gon raked his eyes up
Obi Wan. "But we'll discuss that later. I can think of far more
interesting things to do with your mouth than talk." He kissed
Obi Wan, softly, tugging on Obi Wan's lips with his own. And
that was as far as he went. Obi Wan opened his mouth in
invitation. Qui Gon sucked gently on his lower lip. Obi Wan
writhed, tried to deepen the kiss. His master pulled back.
"You must tell me what you want, love." Obi Wan's confusion
showed in his face. "I will do nothing that you do not ask me
for." Qui Gon smiled, his eyes dancing. "And the more detailed
the request, the better I will be able to comply with it." He
let his eyes again trace the length of his padawan. "Now, what
would you like first, Obi Wan?"
"I want whatever you wish to do to me."
"Really, Padawan, I thought that I had taught you to listen
better than that. I will only do what you ask."
Obi Wan locked his eyes to Qui Gon's. "Kiss me. Those deep,
hungry kisses that you're so damn good at."
Qui Gon smiled at him. "See you can do this." But Qui Gon
didn't move to kiss him.
"Qui Gon."
"Yes, Obi Wan?"
"Stop being a tease."
"I don't mean to tease. I'm just searching my memory, trying to
remember how to do deep, hungry, damn good kisses."
"Like this," Obi Wan growled, sending him a memory of exactly
the kind of kiss he meant.
"Oh, like that. That I can probably manage." Still smiling, he
brought his mouth to Obi Wan's. This time he slid his tongue
inside his apprentice's mouth, just inside. He deepened the
kiss slowly, leaving no part of his captive's mouth untouched.
Then he let some of his own hunger into the kiss, increasing
the speed of his mouth and tongue, and eliciting a groan from
the man beneath him.
Obi Wan was wriggling, trying to turn over, to press himself
against Qui Gon.
Noticing, Qui Gon pulled back. "Is there something else you
desire?"
"I want to feel you against me."
"That is easily accomplished." Qui Gon moved so that he was
lying atop his apprentice. "Better?"
"Yes, but it would be better still without the robe."
"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" Qui Gon rolled off
of him and, standing beside the bed, removed the robe. "How's
that?"
Obi Wan was looking at him with something definitely akin to
hunger. "You're too far away. I asked for you against me."
Qui Gon chuckled, "Getting a trifle demanding aren't we?"
"You said I had to tell you what I wanted."
"Yes, but I said to ask. I'm a Jedi Master. I don't respond
well to demands."
Downright infuriating, Obi Wan thought, his master and lover
could be downright infuriating. Unfortunately, he was also the
most enticing man Obi Wan had ever met. "Qui Gon, Master," Obi
Wan batted his eyelashes, "will you please lie against me while
you drive me to the edge of sanity with those maddening lips."
Qui Gon burst out laughing.
"Master."
Qui Gon brought himself under control. "Yes, Padawan?"
"You're ruining the mood." He looked pointedly down at his now
flaccid penis.
"Don't worry. It's nothing that can't be fixed." Qui Gon moved
back onto the bed. "Now where was I?"
"Master."
"Yes?"
"Someone once told me that humor and hot sex were both
essential to a relationship."
Qui Gon nodded. "I think that's true."
"But not at the same time."
Qui Gon's barely controlled laughter bubbled up again. He
rested his head on his padawan's chest, his shoulders shaking.
"Master."
Qui Gon didn't answer. He just laughed harder.
"Master."
Qui Gon inhaled deeply, bringing himself once again under
control. He raised his head to look at Obi Wan. "Yes, Padawan?"
"You've well and truly killed the mood now."
"It wasn't my fault. You're the one who made me laugh."
"Whenever you laugh at inappropriate times you blame me." Obi
Wan shook his head. "Really shouldn't you have more control
than that, especially at your age?"
"Now, Obi Wan, there's no need to get ugly." He smirked.
"Besides we both know that you love making me laugh, almost as
much as you enjoy flaunting yourself in front of me."
"Flaunting? You are hardly one to talk about flaunting. Don't
you ever use a towel?"
"Frequently. Daily, as a matter of fact."
"Yes, but you never actually wrap it around you."
"I had no idea that was what they were for. I thought you
simply used them for drying the water off. But if you really
think I should wrap it around myself, I suppose I could wrap it
around my shoulders."
"Shoulders. Do that, Master. Wrap it around your shoulders."
Qui Gon nodded seriously. "If that is what you wish, Padawan."
"Do you know what else I wish?"
"Not unless you tell me."
Obi Wan thought briefly of sticking his tongue out in response,
but decided it would gain him nothing. "I want to restore the
mood we were in a few minutes ago, before your inappropriate
outburst." He looked meaningfully about the room. "After all,
it seems such a waste to let all your preparations go to
waste."
Qui Gon's eyes followed his. "So it does." He looked back at
Obi Wan. "How do you suggest we go about accomplishing this
restoration."
Obi Wan bit back the humorous response which rose to his lips.
Best not to start that again. "I think you should tell me
something you've fantasized. I shared with you after all."
Qui Gon considered this. "So you did."
"Very well." He kissed Obi Wan briefly. "Would you like to hear
how I imagined our first time together would be?"
Obi Wan nodded.
"For some reason I kept imagining us on one of those missions
where they only supply us with one bed."
Obi Wan chuckled. "That does seem to happen quite a bit."
Qui Gon ignored him. "Something woke me in the middle of the
night and I discovered that you were dreaming. You had wrapped
yourself around me and your erection was pressing against me.
It was pretty obvious what you were dreaming about. I watched
you for a few moments, telling myself I should go back to
sleep. Then you moaned my name. You were dreaming about me. I
was stunned to realize that you desired me."
"I stroked your face and whispered your name, waking you up.
The look in your eyes when you opened them. You said my name,
made it a question. I answered by kissing you. I intended it to
be brief, but you wrapped your arms around my neck, and
deepened the kiss. You tasted so good. We just kept kissing and
kissing, the kisses becoming more passionate. You were pressing
yourself hard against me, rubbing our erections together
through our pants."
"I pulled myself away from your mouth and began kissing your
neck, running a hand over your chest, before resting it on your
hip. I kissed my way lower, sucked on a nipple. You moaned. I
kept moving downward, still kissing, until I reached the
waistband of your pants. I untied them, and you lifted your
hips, helping me to remove them. Then you undid mine, tugged on
them. Together we took them off. Even in the dim light you were
beautiful."
"I told you to turn over. I lifted you on to your knees and
began rimming you. You shuddered. Soon you were pushing
yourself backward onto my tongue, saying my name over and over,
almost incoherent."
"I turned you back over. We looked at each other for a long
moment. I grabbed the bottle of oil that for some reason always
seems to be in our quarters."
"Master, we buy the oil."
"Now, but this is a first time story remember. We were on a
mission. We were in guest quarters."
"We're losing the mood again."
"Stop interrupting me and I'll do a better job of sustaining
it."
"Yes, Master." Obi Wan was fighting back a laugh.
Qui Gon kissed him, desperate to avoid anymore laughter.
Satisfied that all of his padawan's amusement had been quelled,
he resumed the story. His voice was low and quiet. His mouth
near Obi Wan's ear. "You watched me as I poured it into my
palm, then coated two of my fingers. I ran one of those fingers
around your opening. You pulled your legs back. I stopped. You
hissed 'yes' in answer to the question I hadn't yet asked.
Slowly I pushed my finger inside you. You closed your eyes and
I could feel you relaxing. I moved my finger gently inside you
and you moaned. I pulled my finger out, began to re-enter you
with both fingers this time. I worked them slowly inside you,
brushed your prostrate. You trembled. I did it again and you
asked me to enter you."
"You watched again while I lubricated myself. It took all of my
self-control to enter you slowly. I was as aroused as I can
ever remember being. I pushed just the head into you. I could
feel your discomfort but you stopped me when I tried to
withdraw. After a few minutes I pushed further into you,
stopping after just a little bit. It took quite a while before
I was all the way inside. I stayed perfectly still, just
looking at you, savoring the feel of you."
"Until you said 'move.'" Qui Gon smiled at him. "You were even
demanding the first time. I barely moved, just bumping up
against you. You moaned. Do you have any idea how sexy your
moans are?" Obi Wan didn't answer, knowing a rhetorical
question when he heard one. "Gradually, I pulled out further,
until I was almost all of the way out of you. I was losing
control, thrusting harder and harder. I grabbed your cock,
stroked it. Within moments you came, and I came with you."
"Holding you afterward was almost as good as the sex itself. I
rained kisses over your face, saying incoherent things about
how much I loved you, how beautiful you are." Qui Gon's voice
tapered off.
He glanced downward. "I see the mood is restored."
Obi Wan grinned. "Yes, master."
Qui Gon moved so that he was again atop his apprentice. "I
believe we left off about here." He lowered his mouth. There
was no slow build up this time. He simply devoured. Obi Wan
responded with a hunger of his own.
Obi Wan's legs wrapped around his master and he moved against
him. Qui Gon didn't respond to his movements, just kept
kissing.
The images Qui Gon's story had created swam in his mind as his
world narrowed to Qui Gon. Qui Gon's weight on top of him, Qui
Gon's erection pressing into him, Qui Gon's smell, Qui Gon's
mouth on his, Qui Gon's hair surrounding his face. The image of
Qui Gon lubricating his cock kept coming to the fore. He wanted
to see that, wanted to watch that.
Qui Gon.
His master pulled back, was looking into his face.
"I want you to come for me. You said to ask for what I want and
I want to watch you make yourself come."
"If that is what you want." Qui Gon kissed him briefly. Then
settled beside him on the bed and wrapped a large hand around
his own cock.
"I can't see you very well. Straddle me."
Qui Gon complied, locking his eyes to Obi Wan's as he resumed
stroking himself. He had never felt more exposed than he did at
that moment. Obi Wan was watching him hungrily, his eyes moving
from Qui Gon's face to his cock and back.
"Do you think of me?" Obi Wan's voice was thick.
"Yes, you. Always you." His hand was moving faster.
"Imagine me under you, moving against you, wanting you to fuck
me?"
"Yes."
"My mouth on you, sucking you, swallowing you, drinking you
in?"
"You, Obi Wan, you, " he gasped. The combination of Obi Wan's
words and the incredible excitement of feeling completely
exposed to his lover had him near coming now. His head tilted
back. Eyes closed.
"Look at me. Look at me when you come."
He forced his eyes open, met Obi Wan's gaze as he came. His
large frame shaking as he spurted white liquid onto his
apprentice.
"Thank you." Obi Wan's quiet words surprised him. "You are so
beautiful. Do you have any idea how erotic it is to see you
like that?"
Qui Gon smiled. "No, but I know how erotic it is to see you
like that."
"I wish I could touch you, hold you."
"You will. But you have to come first." Qui Gon ran his fingers
over Obi Wan's chest. "What else do you want love? How shall I
make you come?"
"Suck me."
Qui Gon moved between Obi Wan's legs. Took the erection before
him into his hands and ran his fingers lightly over it.
"Qui Gon, please."
He moved a thumb around the head. Obi Wan's penis twitched in
his hand.
"Qui Gon."
"Yes, love." He took the head into his mouth, heard Obi Wan
gasp. He sucked softly.
"Harder, please, harder."
He increased the suction.
"More, Qui Gon, please."
More of what, love?
"More of me. In your mouth."
Qui Gon moved his mouth slowly downward, taking in more of his
apprentice. He did nothing further. Just held Obi Wan's penis
in his mouth.
"Move. Stroke me. Qui Gon."
Qui Gon began to move his mouth slowly up and down, sucking
softly.
"Harder," Obi Wan gasped. "Faster."
Qui Gon complied. Obi Wan's hips began bucking upward. Qui Gon
struggled to stay on top of his movements to keep from being
choked. Couldn't. He grabbed Obi Wan's hips and held them
firmly against the bed, bringing a groan of protest from his
apprentice.
He used his mouth and tongue mercilessly now. Sucking,
stroking, driving Obi Wan to orgasm. It didn't take long. Obi
Wan's whole body jerked as his semen shot into his master's
eager mouth. Qui Gon continued to swallow and suck gently,
waiting for Obi Wan's trembling to subside.
He kissed the tip of Obi Wan's nearly flaccid penis and moved
to undo the restraints. Then he settled beside Obi Wan, taking
him into his arms.
"Stiff?"
"A little."
He kissed Obi Wan's forehead. "I'm sorry, love. This went on a
little longer than I had planned. Someone kept making me
laugh."
Obi Wan leaned up and kissed him. "Someday you will admit that
you are responsible for you own laughter, not me."
Qui Gon chuckled softly, "Someday maybe, but not today."
He pressed his cheek against Obi Wan's hair. "We should
probably take a bath. It would get you clean and ease those
muscles."
"Ummm. In a little bit." He looked up at his master. "Thank you
for this. It's nice to know you think about us. Plan ways to
seduce me."
Another chuckle. "Obi Wan, I've been planning ways to seduce
you for longer than I would be willing to admit."
"Really?" There was undisguised pleasure in Obi Wan's voice.
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