Warning: the following story contains explicit male/male
contents. Run for your life if you can't bear the idea of two
men getting naked together.
Disclaimer: all hail the mighty LucasWorld. I am only a
blasphemous old heretic.
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Category: PWP, POV
Rating: R
Archive: the MA archive please. Others, please ask.
Summary: Obi-Wan bathes in the crystal stream.
A note: I am dipping me toes into the ocean of smut. Any
mistake is purely and solely mine. Obi- Wan is 21 here.
The Crystal Streams of A'sarat. A beautiful place, according to
the embassy representatives. A thousand streams located in
pink-hued canyons. Waterfalls are said to cascade down,
splashing into water so clear the locals call it "crystal
water".
I have decided to visit the Crystal Streams after one gruelling
session of peace talks with the Fei'sei. It happens to be a
frightfully hot day and I hate wearing the Jedi robes for once.
Terribly itchy under these circumstances.
The way to the Streams is easy. The Fei'sei are a people known
for their hospitality and many are quick to show me the way. I
strode through sunlit glades, enjoying the serenity. The Force
is singing amongst the red leaves of the trees; it whispers in
the wind, caressing my skin in gentle strokes. I hasten my
steps and I soon reach the Streams.
It is indeed beautiful. The layered stone canyons form a
comfortably arc around a clear lake. Columns of water thunder
down the slopes, forming bubbles . I blink as the sun appears,
touching the canyons until they seem to shimmer with orange and
pink. I bend down to taste the water. It is sweet and
refreshing.
I remove my garments and head straight for the lake. I shudder
with delight when I immerse myself into the warm water. For a
blessed moment, I will forget about Jedi codes and peace talks.
I swim to the center of the lake, luxuriating in the clearness
of the water. I run a hand through my spiky hair, chuckling to
myself. As I turn slowly around, I can see myself reflected in
the crystal stones embedded in the stone walls around me. I see
myself touching my face, my neck, my torso. I gasp as my
fingertips flicker across my nipples and I feel them harden.
The myriad reflections mirror my movements as I sink slowly
into the water, my hands carefully rubbing my skin. I sigh with
pleasure, closing my eyes.
A splash startle me around, disrupting my rhythm. I shake my
head, feeling my arousal pulsating in my veins, stiffening my
organ. I wheel around, seeing noone. A rock perhaps, falling
off from the slopes. I sigh once more and I lift my erection
between my hands, feeling its weight between my fingers.
Passion. Serenity. Passion. I smile as the reflections show a
young man, his head tilted backwards, his face flushed. Tinged
with the pink of heightened pleasure.
Another splash and this time, I feel the presence of another
person, coming closer to me. The Force signature makes me
laugh.
Master.
He appears right next to me, his long hair dripping with water.
He has removed his Jedi robes and now he is perfectly nude. I
glance at his beautiful body, at the dusting of hair on his
chest. He looks like a majestic snow wolf. Magnificent.
Confident. Deeply aware of his surroundings.
His blue eyes drink me in and I twirl the braid around my
fingers. I can see my reflections doing the same. I can also
see him mirrored thousand times, a tall man who smiles and
gathers me in his arms.
We do not talk. Instead, I shiver as I feel him lowering
himself, his mouth inching downwards. I suppress a yelp as his
mouth encloses around my organ.
Sensations of pleasure ripple through my body as I let him
taste my body in the most delicious way. His tongue sends fire
into my systems and I cry out. He continues to taste, tease and
touch, using his mouth skillfully. My eyes see the flickering
images on the crystal stones. Two men, their skins glistening
with water and perspiration. I moan.
I can feel as if I am about to burst and I arch back, thrusting
deep into his throat. His blue eyes simply sparkle with
amusement. I can only thrust and thrust, crying out my need and
desperately wanting him to complete it ...satisfy it
Cold water cascades down my back, cooling my skin as I come,
spursting straight into his mouth. I close my eyes, breathing
heavily. I feel him pull away and his eyes caress my skin once
more. I can see his own erection lifting its shiny head and I
smiled to myself, swimming slowly towards him.
He doesn't move away as I stroke his chest with my hand. I
circle his taut nipples with a finger. Then, suppressing a
chuckle, I cup a handful of water and let it trickle down his
chest . He moans with pleasure, his hand pressing down on my
shoulder in a silent plea. But I am cruel, teasing him more,
alternately stroking and kissing his torso. His skin is flushed
beneath my fingers and I can feel him trembling. I can feel his
erection hot and throbbing, almost purplish. He is almost ready
to burst.
He gasps as I wrap my hand around his organ. I begin the slow
jerking movements and I can hear him crying out. Hands crush my
shoulders. I gaze at the man before me, his face contorted with
pain and pleasure. A powerful man about to lose control. His
eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent scream.
I pump harder. His hips spasm convulsively and he is gasping,
almost sobbing. Begging for me not to stop. I grin; my own
organ is stiffening, desiring to be satisfied.
Harder, harder and harder. My eyes widen involuntarily as I
feel his large hand closing around my aching erection. His hand
begins to jerk.
He comes first, spraying hot liquid onto my chest. I feel
myself succumbing too and I collapses, climaxing.
For a while, we rest, dipping our heated bodies into the water.
Letting its purity cool our fevered skins.
Then, he cups my face with his hands, kissing my face, my lips.
"Obi-Wan," he says, his voice rumbling next to my ear.
"Obi-Wan, you taste sweet."
I chuckle, feeling his mouth hot-cool on my neck as he begins a
slow nuzzle. It is around this time the crystal stones begin to
hum. There is a slight sympathetic tremor in the canyon. It is
beautiful, the sunlight glistening in the crystals, turning the
water into diamonds.
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