Master Apprentice  Archive Far Sweeter Than I Ever Dreamed |
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
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Category: First Time
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: What lies beneath that vaunted Jedi calm?
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent
It's very late when I finally enter my quarters. Tired and frustrated after a long, grueling session in the Council Chambers, I want nothing more than a shower and my bed. I walk into the common room and am surprised to see Obi-Wan sitting on the couch, watching me.
"Padawan?" I ask curiously, "is there something amiss?"
He rises from the couch and moves toward me. "All is well, Master. I thought you'd enjoy a hot bath after the hours spent with the Council, so I've readied one for you."
"Thank you, my Padawan. I would indeed welcome a hot bath, but there was no need for you to stay up waiting for me."
"It's my pleasure, Master." Obi-Wan smiles as he helps me out of my robes.
I allow the deep affection I have for my apprentice to flow easily across our bond as I return his smile. "I thank you again, Obi-Wan," I say softly and then briefly touch his shoulder before heading to the fresher. I disrobe quickly and ease myself into the deep tub, enjoying the feel of the hot, slightly scented water as it washes over me. Releasing a sigh, I rest my head against the edge of the tub and close my eyes, easily slipping into a light meditative trance.
I find my mind drifting to my Padawan, something that seems to be happening more often of late, and the feelings I have for him. Feelings I've come to believe are reciprocated as more and more of Obi-Wan's emotions seep through our bond.
As his Master, I can't approach my apprentice until after his Knighting, which is still several years away. I long for the day when I can ask him to become my lover, my life-mate, and I have very little doubt what Obi-Wan's answer will be. Lately, though, I've begun to believe I will not have to wait, as he becomes more open about his love for me. We both know it is not against the Code for a Master and Padawan to enter into an intimate relationship, as long as the Padawan has reached the age of maturity for his race and is the one who initiates it.
I have meditated long hours on what my response will be if he approaches me, for I want to make sure the Force guides us in anything we do. I've had my answer for some time, as the Force nearly sings with the rightness of our being together.
A short time later I open my eyes to find Obi-Wan entering the fresher with a steaming mug in his hand. "I thought you might enjoy some tea while you're relaxing," he says quietly, holding the cup within easy reach of me.
"Mmm," I respond as I lift a hand to take the offered cup. "You are so good to me."
Obi-Wan releases the cup slowly, allowing our hands to touch a bit longer than is necessary.
"Would you permit me to wash your hair?" he asks, his eyes never leaving mine.
I return his gaze for a long moment before smiling softly. "That would be a kindness, my Padawan."
Obi-Wan often washes my hair, and we are both familiar with the routine. He will move behind the tub in order to gain better access to my hair and then take off his tunics, to keep them from getting wet.
So when he remains at the side of the tub, his eyes locked with mine, my heartbeat quickens, and I know we are about to create a new routine. I watch as his nimble fingers made quick work of removing his belt and sash, allowing his tunics to fall open.
"Obi-Wan?" I ask hesitantly, hardly daring to breathe.
"Shhh," he whispers, bringing a finger to touch my lips before taking the cup from my hand. He places the cup on the floor and then gently shrugs out of his tunics. Continuing to gaze into my eyes, he pushes his leggings down his slim hips and gracefully steps away from them.
I wonder if I'm dreaming when he places his hands softly on my shoulders, urging me to slide forward. Not wanting to break the spell by speaking, I make room for him. Without hesitation, he steps into the bath behind me, quickly easing into the deep water. The tub is more than wide enough to allow him to slip his legs down either side of my thighs, and I sigh when I feel the silky warmth enveloping me.
Obi-Wan begins carding his fingers through my hair. "I've always loved your hair," he says softly as his fingers catch on a small tangle. "I love to wash it, to brush it, to smell it." With that, he leans forward and presses his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply.
I fight the urge to lean back against his body, still not sure where this is going. I will do nothing until I'm positive of my Padawan's intentions, but I can't help relaxing a bit into his gentle ministrations. I close my eyes as he lathers the soap into my hair, enjoying the feel of his strong, nimble fingers massaging my scalp and temples before warm water rinses the soap away. After toweling my hair dry, he gently tugs a comb through it, until not a single snarl remains.
He sets the comb aside, and then his hands are on my neck, kneading softly. "I know how taxing this latest round of Council meetings has been on you, Master," Obi-Wan says as he continues his massage, his hands moving to my shoulders.
"Tonight was the last of them, thankfully. Our names will be returned to the duty roster tomorrow."
"Until they need your wisdom to help them make the next universe-shattering decision," he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
I become more and more relaxed as he deftly works on the muscles and tendons across my shoulders and back. After a time I feel Obi-Wan's hands gently pulling on my shoulders, and I allow myself to lean back against his chest. Trying to ignore the semi-hardness pressed against my lower back, I rest my arms on his knees and sigh deeply as he begins massaging my neck.
"You're extremely good at that," I murmur quietly.
Obi-Wan's mouth is very close to my ear. "I'm glad it pleases you, my Master" he whispers, sending a shiver down my back. I close my eyes and desperately try to find my center.
He continues massaging my neck and shoulders, and I can't stop the sighs of pleasure he's pulling from me. He knows from experience exactly which spots are the tightest, and he concentrates his efforts on those places, his strong fingers digging deeply into my tense, aching muscles.
At some point, the touch of his hands changes from massaging to caressing. I also realize my Padawan is no longer trying to hide his arousal, and I can feel the tendrils of love and desire Obi-Wan is sending through our bond. Opening myself to the Force, I'm humbled to sense the depth of his emotions, and without another thought, I allow my own love and respect to flow easily through our bond.
Obi-Wan leans forward and brings his hands around me, his fingers ghosting down my chest before finding and circling my nipples which quickly harden under his touch. I moan softly, my head falling back to rest on his shoulder and I moan again when I feel soft lips barely touching the exposed skin of my neck.
"I love you, Qui-Gon Jinn," Obi-Wan whispers against my skin under his lips.
Moving easily, I slip out of his embrace and turn in the large tub, coming to rest on my knees in between his thighs. Staring intently into the ever-changing gray-green eyes of my Padawan, I bring one hand up to caress his cheek. He leans into my touch, releasing a sigh when I trace his bottom lip with my thumb.
"Oh, my Obi-Wan," I whisper huskily. "So long have I loved you." I slide my hand around to cup his head even as I lean down and gently claim his lips in a soft, sweet kiss.
After a moment, I break the kiss and stand, bringing Obi-Wan with me. A groan escapes my lips as he slides up against me. As one we step from the tub, reaching for the towels hanging nearby. We dry off quickly, and without a word he reaches for the vial of oil he used to scent my bath, then turns and moves towards my sleeping chambers.
He pauses at the door and turns to look at me, a shy smile playing about his lips as he holds out one hand in invitation. I smile in return, feeling as if my heart will burst at the love I feel for him. I close the distance between us and take his hand in my own, allowing my Padawan to lead me into the room and over to the large bed.
We stand facing each other, our bodies slightly apart as we gaze into each other's eyes. I bring our clasped hands to my lips and softly kiss his knuckles, and he shivers at the touch.
"My Obi-Wan," I breathe as I bring my other hand up to gently stroke his cheek. I can feel the Force flowing easily between us, but still I have to ask. "You're certain of this?"
Obi-Wan smiles and I know the truth even before the words are spoken. "I love you with all of my heart, Qui-Gon," he says without hesitation. "You are my light and my life, and I feel as if my soul has loved you since before time began. I have never been more certain of anything in my life than I am at this moment."
I inhale deeply, as the strength of his love washes through me, threatening to overwhelm me. "I never imagined I could love someone as much as I do you, Obi-Wan," I whisper as I lean down to brush a soft kiss against his lips.
Obi-Wan climbs onto the bed and I follow him on my knees, our hands still joined. "I love you," he says quietly, as he looks up at me.
My breath catches in my throat at the love I see in Obi-Wan's eyes. And then he's lying back on the bed, pulling me on top of him. For a long moment we do nothing more than hold each other, gazing deeply into each other's eyes as our bond sings with the love and desire we have for one another.
"Make love with me, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan says quietly. "Make me yours."
"Yes. Oh, yes," I groan deeply, and I lean down to capture his silky, sweet lips in my own. Our kiss is gentle and tender as both of us truly taste each other for the first time.
Moving slowly, I slide out my tongue and run it over and around his lips, and his body shivers at my touch. Another lick, another shiver, this one accompanied by a soft gasp as he shifts slightly under me. His penis is pressed against my stomach, and I can feel it thickening and lengthening between us as I continue my slow, sensual exploration of his full lips. I softly suck on his bottom lip, running my tongue ever so lightly over the sensitive underside, before drawing it into my mouth so that I can continue to taste it, lick it, and suck on it.
At Obi-Wan's moan, I release his lip and slowly kiss my way down the side of his face, stopping to nuzzle his ear. "You taste far sweeter than I ever dreamed," I whisper, "and I've dreamed of tasting you for a very, very long time."
"Qui-Gon!" he gasps, and I wonder if he's more shocked at my words or by the fact that my tongue is slowly circling the swirls of his outer ear.
Rising up slightly, I look down at the young man I hold in my arms. "Does it truly surprise you to hear I've fantasized about you?" I ask, my voice deepening with desire.
"I guess I just never thought of you doing that," Obi-Wan replies, a soft blush coloring his cheeks. "Fantasizing, I mean."
I chuckle quietly, and my lips are once again at his ear. "I'm only a man, my Padawan, as you are. I share the same needs and desires that you do." I pause long enough to nip at his earlobe, and am rewarded by a soft gasp as he grips my shoulders tightly. "Just because I bear the title Jedi Master, does not mean I do not crave the taste and touch of the one I love."
Obi-Wan draws in a long shaky breath. "The one you love?" he asks softly, teasingly, and my heart soars at the love I hear in his voice. "And who might that be?"
"You, my Obi-Wan," I whisper, my breath warm against his cheek, my lips moving slowly towards his mouth. "You are the one I love. Always you. Only you." Then I find the lips I'm seeking with my own, lips that easily part under my gently questing tongue, and both of us moan softly from the passion of our kiss.
His tongue slides against mine as I map the inside of his mouth, and I know that I'm already addicted to his taste, his smell, his touch. He holds me tightly, one hand at my waist and the other at the back of my head as we continue to kiss, our tongues moving easily back and forth from my mouth to his.
With a soft groan I break our kiss and stare down at him. "So beautiful," I whisper, taking in his swollen lips, his dilated eyes, the flush of his cheeks. "You have no idea how many times I've pictured you like this. But even the best of my fantasies pale miserably in comparison to actually having you here in my bed, in my arms."
I watch, fascinated, as his eyes slide closed and his breathing becomes even shallower, and then he swallows, hard. I notice he's trembling slightly, and I suddenly understand that he's fighting his body, desperately trying to control himself.
"Obi-Wan," I say softly as I pull my arms from beneath him. His eyes open and I smile down at him. "My beautiful Padawan." Moving slowly, I slide my hands up either side of him, drawing his arms from around me as I go. "So full of passion." I continue to slide my hands up his arms, bringing his hands to rest above his head.
"Qui-Gon," he murmurs, looking up at me. His eyes are filled with so much love and trust that for a moment I forget how to breathe. I feel as if my soul is being redefined, and I wonder if I'll ever be the same again.
"Qui-Gon," he says again, or is it still the first time?
I lean down and touch his lips with mine, just a whisper of a kiss, and then I begin to speak very quietly, my lips ghosting over his cheeks, his eyebrows, his forehead. "I don't want you to hold back, my love." I press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. "Let me experience the passion within you." I run my tongue down the cleft of his chin.
"Qui-Gon," he groans, his hips arching slightly, and I can feel a trail of wetness from his leaking penis as he squirms beneath me.
Our fingers now entwined, I hold his hands above his head as my lips travel to his throat. "So many nights I've tortured myself with thoughts of you." I press a kiss at the hollow of his throat. "Wondering where your most sensitive spots are." I lick inside the crevice of his collarbone. "Wondering what makes you groan or cry out." I begin to kiss my way down his chest. "What makes you lose control." I slide my tongue around the areola of one of his nipples. "What makes you come."
"Oh, Force, Master!" he gasps as his body jerks upwards. His hands tightly grip mine and looking up, I notice beads of sweat forming along his hairline, and that his eyes have once again drifted closed. Just as I'm about to look away, the tip of his tongue darts out of his mouth, and I watch, entranced, as he slowly licks his bottom lip.
"So beautiful," I whisper, allowing my breath to caress one of his fat, pink nipples. No longer able to resist, I slide out my tongue and lick it, slowly at first, savoring the sensation of it hardening under my tongue. Taking my time, I move from one side of his chest to the other, kissing, licking and sucking his nipples until they are swollen and hard beneath my lips. His soft moans are like a siren's song, urging me onward, and I am quickly lost to the sounds of his pleasure. Each gasp, each groan, each sigh is part of a magical spell he's unknowingly weaving around me, a spell that I gladly surrender all of myself to.
I release his hands so that I can continue my trek downward, my goal to learn by taste, touch and smell everything that is Obi-Wan. His fingers twist in my hair, and I can tell by the way he holds my head that he's torn between pulling me up and pushing me lower. I make up his mind for him as my beard lightly brushes against his penis while I slowly circle his navel with my tongue.
"Qui-Gon, Force!" he whimpers, and I almost lose the very tenacious hold I have over my own aching arousal at the sound of his voice. I take a deep breath, just barely managing to stay centered, and it is only because of my years of experience in controlling my emotions that I'm able to continue.
I pull my legs up beneath me and rise up slightly, so that I'm on my knees, my hands on his hips, and I stare down at my prize. Long and thick, his penis juts out proudly from a nest of reddish-gold curls, and I can see his rapid pulse in the fat vein running the length of it. As I watch, mesmerized, a thick drop of opaque fluid oozes from the deep slit at the center of the dark purple head.
"Look at me, Obi-Wan," and he opens his eyes. "How I've longed to taste you," I whisper, my mouth tantalizingly close to his straining erection. Holding his gaze, I lean down and slowly slide my tongue across the tip of his penis, gathering the fluid pooling there. With a loud hiss he sucks in his breath, yet somehow manages to keep his eyes open, watching me.
I lean down and begin to worship him with my mouth and tongue, licking, nipping and sucking every inch of the velvety skin stretched so tightly over his hard shaft. The musky smell of his arousal is incredibly intoxicating, as are the sounds he makes as I bring him closer to the brink of orgasm. Moving lower, I slide my tongue around his testicles, testing their weight, and then gently pull first one and then the other into my mouth.
He pulls his legs up and spreads them, giving me room, exposing his most intimate part to me, and I accept the unspoken invitation. I kiss my way down his perineum, to the small, brown pucker that lies in wait for me. A soft kiss and then I slide my tongue around it, over it, and I'm not certain if the moans I hear are coming from him or me. I push the tip of my tongue inside of him and he is so hot, so tight, that I once again find myself barely able to hang on to my own control. I'm achingly hard, and just the thought of burying my shaft into his tight, hot body is almost more than I can stand.
I move my mouth back up to his penis, and bring one of my hands down to caress the silkiness of his bottom. I slowly begin to suck him into my mouth, while at the same time I begin to push a finger into his spit-slickened opening. His breath hitches in his throat as he tosses his head restlessly from side to side, and the sounds of his gasps and moans fill the room. I push my finger deeper inside him and I suck more of his shaft into my mouth, and he's devastatingly beautiful as he writhes in pleasure upon my bed. And then I have taken all of him into my mouth, the thick head of his penis is pressed against the back of my throat, and I swallow, allowing my throat muscles to constrict around him. My finger is as deep as I can push it, and I twist it inside him, searching for and then finding his prostate. He cries out when I brush my finger against it, his body arching upwards, and then he cries out again as his orgasm washes over him and his hot seed is pulsing down my throat.
"Master," he sighs. One word spoken softly, breathlessly, as the fingers tangled in my hair gently pull my head up.
I let his still-hard penis slip from my mouth and move up, covering his body with my own. He continues to tug until our lips meet and immediately his tongue is sliding into my mouth. I realize with a jolt he's tasting himself, and I find that incredibly erotic. He rolls us over, and I end up on my back with Obi-Wan on top of me. He is controlling our kiss now, his hands still in my hair, as he explores my mouth with his tongue. And then I feel his lips at my ear, and his warm, moist breath causes delicious shivers to run up and down my spine.
"Love me, Qui-Gon," he whispers softly, and I gasp at his words. He moves his legs to either side of me, and draws his knees up, almost in a crouching position. Holding my gaze, he untangles one of his hands from my hair and retrieves the vial of oil from the bedside table where he'd dropped it earlier. He pops off the top with his thumb and tips it slightly, allowing a small amount to run down his fingers and into his palm. He drops the vial onto the floor, and I wait, holding my breath, as he reaches back. He grunts, and I realize he's preparing himself for me. It is almost more than I can stand. A moment later and his hand is around my aching erection and it is all I can do not to arch up into his touch. He slides his hand slowly up the length of my penis, just once, and then he's guiding me to the entrance to his body. I grab his hips, and both of us gasp sharply as the head of my penis pushes past the tight muscles. He squirms a bit, and then with a low moan, he slides backwards, fully impaling himself on my shaft. The heat and tightness of his body is exquisite. "Love me, Qui-Gon," he repeats and leans down to recapture my lips in a searing kiss.
He begins to move on top of me, up and down, back and forth, and I'm lost in his kisses, in his body, in his brightness, in his light. I feel as if I've waited all of my life for this moment and nothing ... nothing has ever prepared me for how perfect, how right making love to Obi-Wan would feel.
He breaks our kiss and rises up slightly, so that he can look down at me, even as he continues to slowly undulate against me.
"What do you want, my love?" I whisper.
"You," his voice cracks. "This. Us. Everything." And then he's flooding our bond with more love and desire than I've ever dreamed possible, and all I can do is stare at this incredible man that the Force has seen fit to allow me to love.
He returns my gaze, steady and true, and I wonder what he's seeing as he peers so deeply into my soul. I open my heart and my mind, allowing my shields to drop completely so that he can know the depth of my feelings for him. Our bond thrums with life and love, and both of us gasp at the intensity of the moment. It is enough. With a hoarse cry, I explode inside of him, even as I feel the warmth of his seed as it pulses between us. He collapses on top of me, and I hold him close, enjoying the way our bodies fit so perfectly together.
When our heart rates have slowed and we are able to breath in somewhat of a normal fashion, he once again rises up to look down at me. "I don't know why I waited," Obi-Wan begins, but I silence him with a kiss.
"You waited because it wasn't time before," I tell him quietly. "You listened to the Force and let it guide you, as you should have done, as you've always done."
He smiles at me and lays his head on my shoulder. "I love you," he says, his breath ghosting against my skin.
"With all of my heart and soul, I love you, Obi-Wan," I respond, hugging him tightly.
We lay together for a while, and just as I feel myself beginning to drift into light sleep, he chuckles.
"Does something amuse you, Obi-Wan?" I ask, not bothering to open my eyes.
"Of all the times I've fantasized about making love with you, I never dreamed you hid so much passion behind that stoic mask you wear."
"Indeed?"
"But it really shouldn't have surprised me," he continues, snuggling deeper into my arms. "because I've seen that passion in everything you do. It defines you. It's who you are, and it's the reason I first fell in love with you."
"I'm very passionate about the things that are important to me," I tell him as I press a kiss to the top of his head. "And you are the most important thing in my life, Obi-Wan."
"As you are to me, Qui-Gon," he says with a soft sigh.
We need a shower and clean sheets, but I really don't want to move, so instead of saying anything, I roll us onto our sides and using a touch of the Force, I call the blanket to my hand. I tuck it tightly around us, so that we are cocooned within each other's arms, and I press another kiss to the top of his head.
It isn't long before he's asleep, and as I hold him in my arms, lulled by the warmth of his body pressed so close to mine, I can't help but smile as I think about the many ways in which I might surprise him when he wakes.
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