Early Riser

by pixelbaby (pix@pixelbaby.com)

Rating: probably NC17. If not, at least a very strong R.

Feedback: On List/Off List... entirely too welcome either way!

Pairing: C'mon... there's only one true pairing. ;-) Q/O

Summary: PWP. Totally, unadulterated PWP smut.

Comments: I needed something to chase away those Monday afternoon blahs. And, I thought that since I've been lurking for ages, I should actually make an offering to the list. And, finally, I figured if I was going to make an offering, I should at least make my /-fiction IPO something hot...

Enough preamble... on with the smut!

Qui-Gon groaned softly as his internal clock forced him awake. Twisting his head so that he could see the cronometer, he sighed when it confirmed what his body had already told him; that it was sixth hour, and therefore time to wake up. Pity that, he mused, such a pleasant dream about a certain padawan wearing nothing but a smile in a broken mag-lift.

Groaning again, he rolled over, smiling a little to see that same padawan curled half-around a pillow. Qui-Gon leaned over and gently kissed his lover's slightly parted lips, and brushed his fingers through spiky bed-matted hair. "Obi-Wan," he said softly, "it's time to wake up."

Obi-Wan groaned low in his throat and rolled away from Qui-Gon, pulling his pillow with him. The Master laughed, and gave Obi-Wan's rear a light slap of admonishment. "All right, padawan. I'll take the first shower this morning, and you can sleep while I get ready. But you're waking up when I get back."

A noncommittal grunt was the only response Qui-Gon could get from his sleepy lover. He smiled affectionately, running his hand through Obi-Wan's hair again before he stood up and stretched, then plodded his way to the 'fresher.

Twenty minutes later - No harm in taking my time, he figured, since Obi-Wan was by no means an early-riser - Qui-Gon entered the bedroom again, a bathsheet slung low around his hips. Obi-Wan lay on his left side, still clutching his pillow, facing away from the door. His mouth was hanging slightly open again, and Qui-Gon could hear gentle snoring coming from the younger man.

After rummaging in his closet long enough to find a worn pair of exercise pants, Qui-Gon unwrapped the towel and unceremoniously plopped it onto the floor, near the pile of clothes they'd shed last night in their haste to be together. He slid on the soft trousers as his mind wandered back to the night before, and he sighed with satisfaction as he fastened the tie at the waist and buttoned the fly in the front.

Dressed for his morning meditations and stretches, Qui-Gon slid onto the bed next to his young lover and gave his padawan's braid a gentle tug. "Time to wake up, my Obi," he said softly, running his hand over the sculpted plane of one shoulder blade. The younger man arched his back slightly in his sleep and gave a sigh of contentment. The unexpected reaction sent a frisson of desire straight through Qui- Gon, and he shivered for a moment as a devilish idea began to form in his mind.

Obi-Wan woke with a start as teeth bit gently into the juncture of his neck and collarbone. "Ohhhhhhhhhh…" he moaned, arching into the sensation, and the biting teeth became a gentle tongue licking all along his neck and shoulders. Up, up the tongue traveled, ringing around the curl of his earlobe, then plunging its tip into the ear itself.

As Obi-Wan arched and shuddered, Qui-Gon whispered raggedly into the ear he was nibbling, "Time to wake up, little padawan."

The Master slid his hand down his padawan's taut body, slipping under the sheet and finding his lover quite erect beneath the covering. "Ahh," he whispered again into the ear, "and I thought you weren't an early-riser." He slid the hand back up Obi-Wan's body, pulling the younger man more tightly against him, as he began anew his assault on the sensitive skin of his lover's neck and shoulders. With his other hand, Qui-Gon deftly unbuttoned the fly of his trousers and guided his swelling cock out of the flap of fabric. With slow, deliberate movements, he slid his fist up and down his growing cock.

"Ohh," Obi-Wan moaned. "I love it when you touch yourself, Qui-Gon. " The words were muffled by both the pillow Obi-Wan still had a hold of and the last stubborn vestiges of sleep. The Master smiled, spooning his body against Obi-Wan's back so that the younger man could feel each slow stroke. Obi-Wan was almost purring with contentment as the tip of Qui-Gon's swollen shaft nestled between his cheeks. Qui-Gon continued to lick his lover's neck and collarbone as he stroked himself to fullness. When he felt Obi-Wan begin to touch himself, he stopped moving and pulled back slightly.

Obi-Wan's protest was cut off as Qui-Gon pushed the tips of two fingers into his mouth. Obi-Wan sucked them greedily, tasting the slight bitterness of his Master's pre-come. He ran his tongue over their tips and then between the two fingers, sucking every last trace of fluid from the fingers.

Wet now with Obi-Wan's own saliva, Qui-Gon brought his fingers back behind Obi-Wan, and teased the tips of them against the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to his body. After a few seconds of teasing, Obi-Wan moaned loudly when one large finger slid partway into him, twisting just a little to lubricate the opening. One slick finger became two, and Obi-Wan began to bite at the pillow he still held, gasping at the sudden invasion.

Then, as sudden as they penetrated him, the fingers were gone, only to be replaced by something thicker and warmer than the two blunt digits that had stretched him. Qui-Gon wrapped his arm around Obi- Wan's waist, and with a well-practiced thrust, pushed the head of his cock into Obi-Wan as the apprentice cried out and began to wildly claw at the bed. "Mmmm…" Qui-Gon moaned in pleasure as he withdrew a bit, then plunged forward again, now halfway inside of his lover. Again he withdrew, and grasping Obi-Wan's hip so hard that his fingers would leave bruises, he gave one wild thrust and found himself buried to the hilt inside his apprentice.

Obi-Wan was moaning incoherently now, the sounds alternately punctuated by squeals that came in counterpoint to Qui-Gon's grunts of satisfaction. "So hot, so tight," Qui-Gon managed to say, already feeling his climax building up. "Such an incredible ass, my dirty little padawan, " he growled into Obi-Wan's ear as he held him against his chest again; his strong arm a durasteel band around the younger man's chest. "Such a very good fuck, aren't you, Padawan?"

His words, whispered as they were in hot, ragged breaths into Obi- Wan's ear made the younger man shiver with desire, and Qui-Gon made a choked sound of surprised pleasure as Obi-Wan clenched tightly around him for a moment.

"So naughty!" Qui-Gon exclaimed as he used his size to his advantage to flip the bucking apprentice onto his stomach. Between thrusts, he landed another stinging swat to Obi-Wan's upturned ass, eliciting a high-pitched moan.

"Yessssss," Obi-Wan hissed, putting his hands on the edge of the bed and holding his body taut for his Master. "So good..." Qui-Gon leaned forward over his lover, grasping the edge of the bed himself and using the leverage to bury himself completely into that tight warmth.

"Oh, fuck!" Qui-Gon cried out as the sensation of his balls slapping against his lover's sent him over the edge. Obi-Wan shivered beneath the larger body as he felt his Master's seed erupt deep within him.

They lay for a moment together, Qui-Gon panting and regaining his breath. When the Master was able, he gently withdrew from his lover, taking care to make sure that he hadn't damaged the younger man with his less-than-gentle treatment. Once he was certain that he hadn't hurt his lover, Qui-Gon dropped onto the bed, lying on his back, one arm thrown over his forehead languidly. His other hand groped along the mattress until he found Obi-Wan's hand, which he clutched and gave a squeeze.

"Are you alright, my Obi?" he asked, still panting.

"Mmm hmm," Obi-Wan replied. Qui-Gon smiled, closing his eyes.

"Good... didn't want to hurt you," he murmured.

"You didn't, love," Obi-Wan responded, rolling over to spoon against his Master. "You never do," he said with a smile that Qui-Gon caught and returned. He leaned over and the two kissed chastely, Qui-Gon tugging his young lover's braid affectionately before pulling the blanket over them both.

"Sleep now," he murmured.

With a cheeky grin, Obi-Wan replied, "Yes, Master."

A short while later, Qui-Gon woke to the rustling of the bedcovers and opened one eye, quizzically looking up at Obi-Wan. Seeing first his apprentice's kneeling form, and the erect cock pointing straight at him, Qui-Gon opened the other eye and glanced up to see his apprentice staring down at him with a predatory gleam in his eye.

"Oh, Master," Obi-Wan said huskily, "it's time to wake up..."

- FIN -