Synopsis: Qui-Gon gets new insight into his Padawan's thirst
for knowledge <beg>
Subject: Q/O
Rating: NC-17 Archive: Master & Apprentice, The Nesting
Place
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Lessons -- Touch
Part 2
Obi-Wan's Turn
The sounds of a vale thrush in song broke through the pre-dawn
quiet, waking an exhausted Obi-Wan Kenobi. A heavy weight
seemed to have him pinned to the bed and a familiar scent
permeated the air, soothing him -- his Master's scent. Groaning
softly, more asleep than awake, Obi-Wan's mind seemed to be
playing tricks on him. 'Yet another night of phantasms.' He
thought dejectedly, still caught up in the slumber stands
binding him to his dream world.
A warm breath tickled the exposed nape of his neck and strong
fingers began to idly play with Obi-Wan's long Padawan braid.
So I'm a phantasm, am I? came the amused mental question
just as warm lips settled on a shoulder blade in a lazy caress.
The heavy weight encircling Obi-Wan, a powerful arm, began to
stroke his taut stomach and a hard male body pressed lovingly
into his back.
Memories of the night before came rushing back to the sleeping
young Jedi apprentice. "Master Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan murmured
breathlessly. "It wasn't a dream. We... We..."
"We made love Obi-Wan." Came the heated response. Lips sucked
strongly on Obi-Wan's collarbone, then blunt teeth nipped at
his flesh, leaving behind a love-bite, a mark of possession.
Gasping in delight, Obi-Wan threw his head back against his
lover's shoulder and pressed his body into the one behind him.
He felt the press of naked flesh against naked flesh and an
object of heat and hardness press into the small of his back.
Obi-Wan relived the rush of pleasure at finding release in his
Master's mouth then tasting his own seed on Qui-Gon's lips. The
... Gods, then he fell asleep leaving his Master unsatisfied.
Obi-Wan was mortified. "Master ... forgive me. I was
inattentive to your needs last night. I..."
"Obi-Wan, last night was for you beloved, not me. I found great
satisfaction at watching your joy, your responses. That was the
only relief I required."
"But master, surely it was ... uncomfortable."
"A Jedi knows how to control and live with discomfort Padawan,
as well you know. Besides..." Qui-Gon's lips curled into a
sensuous smile, "besides it was well worth it. You were
beautiful in your completion."
Blushing at the compliment, the younger man writhed against the
hard press of flesh, eliciting a deep groan from his elder.
Turning in the arms holding him, Obi-Wan looked up into the
face of his beloved Master and saw need written there.
"Master." He whispered shyly. "Master I would like to ... I
want to touch you. I need to touch you."
Qui-Gon's breath caught in his throat at the look of carnality
on his Padawan's face. Closing his eyes and swallowing hard,
Qui-Gon forced himself to relax back into the bed, giving his
student a voiceless permission to begin.
Obi-Wan's eyes turned dark and hot as he gazed down at his
master's supine form. There wasn't an ounce of wasted flesh on
the powerful man, everything was firm and hard and tight. And
the firmest thing of all was Qui-Gon's impressive erection.
Mine he thought possessively -- unaware that he had
broadcast his thoughts to the elder man.
Yes Obi-Wan, yours. Just as you are mine. Qui-Gon
responded, causing the younger man's eyes to darken even more
with barely restrained lust. "Well Padawan, are you just going
to look all day?" he asked aloud, an eyebrow arched in
challenge and a sexy gleam in his eye. "We do have negotiations
to attend to at some point in the day."
"I shall endeavor not to keep you waiting too much longer
Master. I am merely deciding upon where to begin." Came the
wicked retort. "There is, after all, so much to choose from and
so many, many possibilities." Smiling devilishly, Obi-Wan
straddled his masters hips, then crawled up his chest until
there were face to face.
Strong, agile hands brushed across the silken hair spread out
on the pillows. Talented fingers plunged through the gray-dark
mass, massaging and stroking, then trailing down to play with
its length. Obi-Wan's soft blue-green eyes connected and locked
with his masters clear blue ones. Each man could see into the
other's soul. Then, in a quick movement, an earlobe was caught
between pearly teeth and nibbled on. A heated tongue stroked
the shell of Qui-Gon's ear. Lips traced the corroded artery
down the side of his neck, feeling the life pulse beating
strongly.
Obi-Wan's lips traveled over a noble brow, delicate eyelids,
high cheekbones and a strong nose. He rubbed his cheek against
the bristled beard like a cat arching into a stroke. He laved
at the movement of Qui-Gon's adam's apple as his master
swallowed back the moans of delight threatening to break free,
and toyed with the hollow at the base of the strong throat.
Lips met with lips as the Padawan memorized through touch the
contour of his lover's mobile mouth. A tongue slipped inside
the awaiting cavern, moving over teeth, teasing and twining
with its mate. Breath was exchanged as each man breathed for
the other.
Qui-Gon tried to reach for his tormentor, but Obi-Wan wouldn't
allow it. Mimicking his master's actions from the night before,
Qui-Gon's hands were placed at his sides, a silent signal to
remain the passive one in this morning's loving.
Down over the collarbone and firm pectoral muscles Obi-Wan's
lips feathered, only stopping when he reached peaked masculine
nipples. Obi-Wan suckled on his master as a babe after
nourishment, lightly biting and teasing. The other nipple was
delicately pinched and played with by dexterous fingers.
No longer able to contain himself, a hoarse groan broke free
from Qui-Gon, and his chest rumbled as more worked their way
loose. Releasing the well-loved nipple, Obi-Wan repeated his
actions once more with its mate before moving to a rock hard
stomach and brushing it with dozens of butterfly soft kisses.
Continuing down to the juncture where thigh meets groin,
Obi-Wan lapped at the sensitive skin then blew on it softly,
watching in lustful fascination as his masters' organ quivered
and danced from the sensations.
"Obi-Wan ... enough Padawan, you are destroying me." Qui-Gon
cried hoarsely.
Returning to stare hotly in his master's eyes for long seconds,
Obi-Wan then placed a quick kiss by Qui-Gon's ear and breathed
"But I want you destroyed Master. I want to give you as much
pleasure as you gave me. I want to prove to you that I was a
studious padawan and learned last night's lesson exceptionally
well."
Qui-Go attempted to speak, but was cut off when Obi-Wan pushed
his tongue deep within the elder's mouth, swallowing any
protest that had been forthcoming and ravishing the Jedi
Master's mouth into submission, with simply a kiss.
Obi-Wan moved to the foot of the bed and before Qui-Gon knew
what to expect, had engulfed one of his toes in his mouth. The
jolt of white-hot lust that shot through Qui-Gon had him
rearing off the bed, desperate for satisfaction.
The toe was released, and next the instep, the ankle, and the
calves were all softly ravished. The back of Qui-Gon's knees
were heated by Obi-Wan's mouth and his thighs massaged by
kneading hands.
At last, when neither man could stand it any more, Obi-Wan
moved over the main object of his desire. Qui-Gon's cock was
weeping clear fluid and, tentatively -- still unsure of what to
expect -- Obi-Wan licked its tip, cleaning it thoroughly. The
taste was salty, bitter, but it made him thirsty for more.
At the first touch of Obi-Wan's tongue, Qui-Gon's body went
ramrod straight, his spine arched almost to the snapping point.
Head thrown back , the tendons in his neck vibrated with want.
It took every scrap of training he had not to grab on to the
younger man's head and thrust upwards, so great was his need.
Beloved ... your mouth is like fire ... it feels so
good. Please Obi-Wan ... Qui-Gon's head tossed restlessly
against the pillows. Never before had he felt so out of
control. He was undone by the beautiful young man before him.
A tongue raked the underside of his shaft, licking it as a
child would a sweetstick. Obi-Wan's mouth surrounded Qui-Gon's
cock, enveloping it in liquid fire. Qui-Gon moaned in rapt
pleasure, only to almost sob with frustrated need as the wet
heat was taken away once more. His student's teasing was
driving him insane.
Patience master. Remember, a Jedi is ever patient. came
the impudent thought.
Even a Jedi's patience can come to an end. Be wary young
padawan, mine is quickly dwindling. Qui-Gon gasped.
Yes Master. Obi-Wan replied wickedly, as he suddenly
engulfed Qui-Gon's scrotum in his wet mouth, while his elegant
hands wrapped themselves around Qui-Gon's shaft and began to
stroke the flesh with a light touch.
Obi-Wan. Gods Padawan, that is bliss. Yes, your tongue
underneath ... oh more pressure. Grip me harder ...
harder... Qui-Gon's mental litany inflamed Obi-Wan's senses
even as it gave him a wicked idea. Using their link, he
searched for an image in his master's mind of what would please
Qui-Gon most.
What he saw made him burn and caused him to move quickly to
fulfill his masters longing to both their satisfactions.
Grasping firmly on Qui-Gon's hips and using years of training
and a bit of the force, Obi-Wan relaxed his throat muscles and
swallowed his masters cock to its base. He undulated his
throat, making it move and dance along Qui-Gon's oversensitive
flesh. Strong muscles suckled on the shaft as Obi-Wan's cheeks
hollowed out with the vacuum he was creating.
So totally unexpected were Obi-Wan's actions that before he
could clamp down on his control, Qui-Gon's back arched off the
bed, a whiplash of pleasure arcing through his powerful body.
Letting loose an almost primal cry Qui-Gon flooded his
beloved's mouth with the sticky, salty evidence of his
pleasure.
The younger man drank hungrily every drop of his lovers seed as
he too found release through the flood of sensations bombarding
him from his master's mind and his senses. It was the most
amazing thing he had ever felt. It enraptured him that he could
bring his master, his love this much pleasure. That his master
trusted him enough to let go so completely.
Grabbing onto Obi-Wan's hands, Qui-Gon pulled his apprentice up
his body and attacked his lips with unrestrained passion,
sharing the last tastes of his own essence with his student.
Obi-Wan in return poured his soul into that world-shattering
kiss.
Finally, at long last, Qui-Gon released the younger man's
mouth, only to enfold him in a protective embrace. Brushing his
lips over a sweat-dampened brow, Qui-Gon gave into complete
satisfaction, whispering love words and praises to his young
lover. Obi-Wan ... beloved Padawan. came the mental sigh
"I always knew you were a fast learner love. Even as a child,
you caught on to things so quickly I was hard-pressed to find
new lessons for you." He chuckled. "I look forward to the next
lesson I have to teach you."
My Master came the mental reply. Images of love
and lust and devotion and eternity flooded Qui-Gon's senses.
"I look forward to learning all you wish to teach me master."
Obi-Wan's mouth quirked in a wicked grin. "This lesson was a
very ... appetizing one to learn. I do love your teaching
method's master."
Grinning at his Padawan's quick wit Qui-Gon glanced at the
light clock on the stand next to the bed.
"As I love you Obi-Wan." He at last answered. "But now young
padawan, our time is no longer our own. The day awaits and
negotiations are soon to restart. We must go."
"Yes master." Obi-Wan replied dutifully, before recapturing
Qui-Gon's mouth in one last kiss. "And I love you as well. So
... let the day begin so that I may soon have my next lesson
from my master." Jumping out of bed with the exuberance only
youth and those terribly in love could have, Obi-Wan sprinted
into the shower room to prepare for the day, leaving his lover
to follow at a more leisurely pace.
"And another lesson you shall have Obi-Wan Kenobi. That
I promise you." Qui-Gon whispered as he too arose to begin the
day.
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