In a Dream

by Leandra

Category: Qui/Obi, First Time, PWP
Archive: M_A, nuttersinc
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: I would love to get feedback.
Note: Dedicated to my Qui!muse and my Obi!muse who went through a hard sexless time. Now they like me again, I wonder why?
Disclaimer: Fiend in Flannel: you don't deserve them, but they are still yours. But I play with them. They like me more… I`m sure.
Thanks to: my wonderful beta-reader Tem-Ve, who still isn't quite sure, why poor Obi-Wan is so frightened…

Obi-Wan gripped the wooden edge of the table under him so hard that his knuckles were white compared to the rest of his skin. He heard a low whimper, a needy, almost frightened, but nonetheless impatient sound and realised with the functioning part of his brain that it was he who had produced it. The effort to support his body's weight on his hands and knees was almost to much to bear for his quivering muscles, his thighs were shaking uncontrollably, little tremors running down his spine. He turned his head to cast a look over his left shoulder, the one bead on his braid producing a scratching noise as it trailed over the polished wooden surface. Behind him, his Master dropped to his knees and a gasp escaped his throat when a warm, sweaty hand came to rest on his lower back, spread fingers trailing down soothingly but insistent to the crease between his buttocks. He jerked his head back, the sensation of those callused hands touching him almost too hesitantly producing pleasant goose bumps on his naked cheeks.

"What...," he began, but the rest of what he wanted to say was escaping his overheated brain and the exquisite pleasure as his Master's breath ghosted over his shivering flesh turned his frightened question into an incoherent moan.

Surely he isn't going to..., he thought, the mere fantasy of what he was expecting shooting like a spark of pure fire to his groin. Qui-Gon exhaled, his breath washed once more over the sensitive area of skin and Obi-Wan flinched, instantly surging forward to escape the warm moist rush of air. The hand that had spread his buttocks returned to his lower back, comforting now. "Shhh... I want to taste all of you, every inch of skin, everywhere," his Master said in a low, husky voice that Obi-Wan wouldn't even have recognised as Qui-Gon's if he hadn't been sure it was his Master kneeling behind him. Never had his Master's voice sounded so throaty, so raw and emotional. It sent another shiver of desire through Obi-Wan, even if he was frightened beyond conscious thought. This was his Master, the very man who'd trained him, his companion, his... he hissed at the first touch of the damp tongue to his opening, ... lover. It was embarrassing, so embarrassing, but it felt so .. wonderful. In a last attempt to pull back, he leaned forward, away from the intimate act Qui-Gon was performing on him, only to discover that he was held in place by two strong but gentle hands on his hips.

"Master... please...," he moaned, struggling to decide whether he wanted him to stop or to go on. The soft touches got more demanding, more persistent, and involuntarily Obi-Wan felt his legs sliding further apart on the polished surface, giving Qui-Gon better access to that sacred part of his body. The touch of his tongue was smooth and rough at the same time, unlike anything Obi-Wan had ever felt before and when it wiggled its way past the first ring of muscles, he threw his head back and howled, animal-like and desperate to feel more of the pleasure he was experiencing. His resistance crumbled and he found himself pushing back, a counter-motion to what he had tried to do only seconds before. His vision blurred and he closed his eyes, flecks of shimmering green and blue and yellow dancing behind his closed eyelids. His body was trembling even more, only this time it wasn't with insecurity and fear of his own desires, but with excruciating need that threatened to drive him mad. Suddenly the invasion stopped, and slowly he opened his eyes, his body realising earlier than his mind that Qui-Gon had stopped his ministrations. He hung his head and drew in breath harshly. A warm hand stroked reassuringly between his shoulder blades and he sucked in more of the air he had forgotten to inhale before. A blush spread on his face, tinting his ears red when he remembered the awkwardness of the situation.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, my very young and debauched apprentice, " Qui-Gon said, his voice rumbling with silent amusement, "... you don't know how much I love every part of you."

A soft kiss was placed on his sweaty shoulder and he felt Qui-Gon's long hair brush his spine when his Master leaned back again and reached for his trembling thighs, pulling him towards the heat of his body until he could feel his Master's large frame snuggled up behind him. The heat radiating from the larger man made him feel even more dizzy, and his head swayed with thoughts that didn't manage to form into words said aloud. Instead, he whimpered again. Was it possible that Qui-Gon felt the same for him? The same undeniable, strong love he had tried to hide from his Master since he was 17? Was it...? His train of thoughts was interrupted by his body's recognition of a new sensation behind him, the pressure of his Master's member, equally hot with desire and cool with the evidence of his excitement at his opening.

He sensed his Master waiting for something, maybe for his permission and a rush of guttural sounds spilled from his lips, finally forming into words.

"Yes... do it. Please... take me. Make me yours. I want this... oh how I want this..., " he babbled on, even when something blunt pressed inside him slowly, spreading him apart, splitting him open with carefully controlled force. He leaned towards the intrusion, used his hands to press himself back, impaling himself. A shuddering groan flew from his Master's lips and Obi-Wan laughed shakily with joy of the knowledge that he too could bring his stoic Master pleasure, that Qui-Gon was enjoying this as much as he did. His joy overrode the discomfort when Qui-Gon slowly pushed his cock forward until he was sheathed to the hilt in his body. Neither of them dared to move, Obi-Wan trying to get accustomed to the unfamiliar intrusion, his whole body trembling uncontrollably now, Qui-Gon patiently waiting, revelling in the feel of Obi-Wan clenching so tightly around him.

A demanding incoherent groan from Obi-Wan made Qui-Gon withdraw slowly, and ever so slowly push back into his body. Their sounds of pleasure mingled, accompanying the rhythm of their thrusts, building in intensity with increased movement until the room was filled with the music of their coupling.

"Yes...," Obi-Wan groaned when his Master hit the spot in him that produced sparks in front of his eyes, and when a warm hand reached for his aroused member to stroke it in time with the thrusts he couldn't decide whether to surge upwards into that strong palm, or press himself back on his Master's member.

"Love you...," his Master whispered into his ear, covering Obi-Wan's back with his upper body so that their sweaty skin slid together sensually, adding to the sensation.

"Master... more... I... please...," he whimpered and then he was hit by a wave of such intense pleasure that he almost feared he would black out.

When Obi-Wan was coming to his senses, he felt disorientated and confused. It was semi-dark, the light of the moon casting a faint beam onto his bed sheets. He was lying in his bed, his sheets tangled around his sweaty naked body, a damp spot in his groin making the coverlet cling to his body. He surged upwards, then fell back onto his mattress, groaning. A dream. It had been a dream. Qui-Gon didn't love him, didn't know of his desire, didn't answer his love with the same intensity...

A movement in the corner of his eyes caught his attention and he sat up and tried to make out anything in the darkness.

"Master?" he asked, stunned, recognising the tall frame that tried to sneak out of his room unnoticed.

A tension in the set of the other's shoulders, a small sigh and Qui-Gon turned around reluctantly.

"I`m sorry Obi-Wan. I heard you...," he hesitated, "...moaning and I thought you had one of your nightmares... I just wanted to check if you were fine..." His Master's voice trailed off, his eyes skimming over Obi-Wan´s body.

Obi-Wan felt a blush rise to his cheeks and he was glad for the semi-darkness that covered his embarrassment.

"Not a nightmare..., " he said.

Qui-Gon nodded, but instead of retreating, he stayed where he was. An uncomfortable silence spread between them and Obi-Wan wished for nothing more than for his Master to leave. It was bad enough that he had witnessed his wet dream, why couldn't he leave him alone now and spare him at least a bit of his embarrassment?

Qui-Gon cleared his throat and took a step towards his bed, then stopped immediately.

"I never knew you ... had such a preference for the conference table in the Reconciliation Council chamber..."

If possible, Obi-Wan's blush deepened even more. He gasped and tried to find something to say, a thousand possible and impossible answers running through his head at light speed.

"You...," he simply said.

His Master shifted from one leg to the other.

"It may be of interest to you that I own a key to the Reconciliation chamber. I was just thinking about going there to ...err... check out if the furniture is as alluring as it seems."

With that, Qui-Gon turned around and retreated slowly, never looking back, his posture that of the serene Jedi Knight Obi-Wan knew, despite the words that he had voiced just seconds before.

Obi-Wan stared after him, his brain slowly registering the meaning of Qui-Gon's words. Hastily he struggled out of his bed, almost thudding to the ground when his feet tangled in his sweaty sheets. He caught up with his Master in no time just as Qui-Gon reached the door to their quarters.

"Need any help?" Obi-Wan asked, his insides aching with fear despite the fact that the answer was quite obvious.

Instead of a reply, Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan's trembling hand in his own and pulled his apprentice with him.

The End...