He Wanted It

by Kristi ( kristi@gonwan.com )

Archive: yes (MA) anyone else please ask

Category: PWP, light bondage, mindless smut

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Q/O

Feedback: appreciated, on or off list

Summary: A little fun in the afternoon

Disclaimer: No, they don't belong to me, honest. Just to the Flannel One.

Warnings: Nothing to really warn about - just smut. (and for those of you that know me - there is no non-con. I know, hard to believe)

Author's note: Thanks to my wonderful beta, Ki! She was a great help to me and I thank her profusely!!!!!

He wanted it.

He wanted it. He needed it. Badly.

But Qui-Gon just didn’t want to give it to him.

He knew that his master could fuck him through the mattress, take him to the heights of ecstasy.

But the bastard just wouldn’t do it.

He sat there, smug and all knowing, while Obi-Wan tried to writhe on the bed.

//I knew I shouldn’t have let him talk me into this// Obi-Wan thought.

It had seemed like fun at first, just a little tying up before the fucking. A little sucking, whatever. He wasn’t really into that scene, but he knew Qui-Gon got a thrill out of it. Usually it was Qui-Gon who was tied up, but he thought it might be fun to try it sometime. So when Qui had asked him, he’d agreed.

The ropes weren’t too tight. Didn’t hurt or anything. But that didn’t keep him from being desperate.

Desperate for Qui-Gon to touch him, instead of sitting there like a sanctimonious bastard, lording over him. He was actually sitting there masturbating, while Obi-Wan couldn’t even move his hands.

His cock was so hard...weeping, aching, desperate for release.

And Qui-Gon just refused to give it to him.

"Something wrong, Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked, while lazily stroking his shaft.

Obi-Wan couldn’t answer. It was hard to talk around a ball gag.

Qui-Gon just smirked at him. //Again, is there anything wrong, my Padawan? Something you’d like to say?//

//You are a bastard.//

//Tell me something I don’t know. I thought you wanted to do this, were ‘interested’, if I remember correctly? Don’t tell me that you’re backing out now.//

Obi-Wan grimaced. //This isn’t exactly what I was expecting. Sure, watching you play with yourself is always fun, but what about me?//

"Mmmm...yes, what about you? Would you like me to do this?" Without warning, Qui-Gon leaned down and engulfed Obi-Wan’s cock with his mouth. He suckled on it for only a moment, then released it.

The whimper Obi-Wan made could probably have been heard in the Council Spire.

//Please!//

"Oh, not yet, my Obi-Wan. Not yet. I think I’m going to have a little fun first." Qui-Gon said as he picked up a tube of lubricant and coated his fingers with it. Obi-Wan’s eyes lit up when he saw it, but the hope faded when Qui-Gon made no move towards him. Obi-Wan then stared, transfixed, as Qui-Gon began to prepare himself instead.

Qui-Gon groaned loudly as he plunged one, then two fingers inside his tight channel. He stared at Obi-Wan the entire time, watching how the younger man’s cock twitched, how he strained against his bonds.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, then reached over and coated Obi-Wan’s cock with more lubricant. Qui-Gon then leaned above his padawan, holding the thick phallus in place while he slowly lowered himself onto it.

As soon as he hit bottom, he groaned. Loudly. The sound was nearly as loud as those coming from the back of Obi-Wan’s throat.

//Move, Qui, please! Please!!!!// Obi-Wan tried desperately to move his hips, to impale his master further, but the bonds held tight.

Qui-Gon slowly...ever so slowly...lifted himself up and then lowered himself back down on his apprentice’s cock. He then began to stroke his own cock again, staring into his Padawan’s eyes as he lifted himself again and again.

//Oh...please Master, please please please let me come, please go harder, go faster, please please please!!!!//

"So you’re ready to beg for it now, hmm?" Qui-Gon stilled his movements, studying his apprentice’s desperate face a bit more. Then he slowly raised himself up, and off, the huge cock that had been impaling him.

//NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Damn you! Get back on there and FUCK me!!//

"Such language, Padawan. And you’re obviously not thinking clearly - I believe *you* were fucking *me*." He gave Obi-Wan a smoldering look. "And now I think it’s your turn."

Obi-Wan thought he might like the sound of that, but he was so crazed and desperate, his body trembling on the precipice of orgasm, he was hardly able to concentrate on Qui-Gon’s words.

When Qui-Gon adjusted the ropes, spread his legs wide, and then thrust two fingers into his rectum, he suddenly found his concentration returning.

//MORE!!!//

"More? You want more? How about this?" Qui-Gon then shoved a third finger into his apprentice, crooking it just the right way - to scrape over that sensitive gland. Obi-Wan was near mindless as his thoughts narrowed to only one thing, pleading and begging for his master to fuck him.

Qui-Gon looked down on his apprentice finally admitting that he made the boy wait long enough. Removing his fingers, he placed his cock at the entrance to his love’s body and then, in one smooth motion, thrust in entirely.

//OH//

"Like that, do you?" Qui-Gon adjusted the straps restraining Obi-Wan, loosening them enough to place Obi-Wan’s legs on his shoulders. Qui-Gon continued to thrust, pulling his cock nearly all the way out, then plunging back in as fast as he could.

In response, all Obi-Wan could think was //HARDER!!! FASTER!!!! MORE!!!! Dammit Qui-Gon, FUCK ME!//

Qui-Gon let all the stops out then, savagely pounding his cock into his apprentice, over and over and over again. He ignored the boy’s cock, not touching it at all. Still, within minutes, Obi-Wan was coming.

//Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...MASTER!//

Qui-Gon smiled at his apprentice, thrust twice more, and then joined him in orgasm. When he finished, he lowered Obi-Wan’s legs and removed the ball gag. He then lay back on the pillows, his boneless padawan lying next to him.

Once Obi-Wan was able to speak again, he said, "Oh Master...oh that was incredible. I think that I’ll let you tie me up anytime."

"As you wish, Padawan, as you wish." Qui-Gon agreed as he rose from the bed and headed towards the kitchen, pulling on a pair of leggings as he walked.

"Master?" Obi-Wan called out.

"Yes, Padawan?"

"Aren’t you forgetting something?"

"No, I don’t think - wait! You’re right! I have a debriefing with the Council in fifteen minutes!" Qui-Gon rushed back into the room, grabbing a tunic and quickly brushing his hair. "Thank you for reminding me! Yoda would have been severely displeased!"

With that, he turned and ran from the apartment.

When Obi-Wan heard the door to their quarters click shut, he shook his head in disbelief. His master didn’t just leave, did he?

//Master? You forgot to untie me, you know.//

//No, I don’t believe I did, Padawan. And if you know what’s good for you - and if you are truly serious about wanting more - you’ll still be tied up when I get back. Love you.//

//Master?//

//MASTER!!!!!//

~fin~