Archive: Master & Apprentice, The Nesting Place, OKEB,
QGEB, SWA-L
Feedback - Please be kind and let me know what you think -
pretty please with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan wrestling to see who's
on top <g>
Disclaimer: Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon belong to the Force that is
George Lucas - he of the incredible luck and multi-million
dollars. Please don't sue, as I have none of that stuff.
Many, many Obi-Wan kisses to Chris, Holly & Heather for
beta'ing my stuff - you ladies are the best ;D
Note: This story actually started out as the lesson in taste,
but Obi-Wan had some ideas of his own (and you know how
persuasive he can be ;D) so instead you get to read about the
lesson in sight ... but who teaches whom?
Warning: Breathing is a good thing!!!
Crawling exhaustedly between the clean sheets of their
temporary bed, Obi-Wan sighed with relief. Ever since leaving
C'Rath a standard month before, he and his Master had been sent
from one Force-forsaken planet to the next on Council business.
With no chance to rest in between. Now, finally on a transport
on its way to Coruscant, he had a chance to mull over the
events of late, and enjoy being clean and fed and having crisp
sheets and warm blankets cocoon him.
There was just so much happening in the galaxy now. Although
there were over 12,000 Jedi, they were still stretched thin.
Over the past month the Jedi Master and his Padawan had been
hip deep in swamp, mud, ice and snow. They had almost drowned
in torrential downpours, were nearly swallowed whole by the
earth during severe earthquakes and seen volcanoes erupt much
too closely for Obi-Wan's own comfort. In short, it had been a
miserable month, and an exhausting one. The two men had slept
together most nights, but by the end of the day they had been
too tired to do more than brush lips together and cuddle
throughout the dreamless night. Obi-Wan was frustrated. And he
needed a vacation. Badly.
Sighing, he strove to find peace within himself, knowing that
the council would probably have yet another assignment on yet
another inhospitable world waiting for them when they arrived
on Coruscant. No sense wishing for what couldn't be had. The
door to bathing room slid open and an equally exhausted Jedi
Master entered their shared sleeping quarters, crawling into
bed next to Obi-Wan and gathering the younger man in his arms.
"We need a vacation" he mumbled, frustration apparent in his
voice.
A laugh bubbled up in Obi-Wan's chest and broke free. The
apprentice laughed so hard that tears ran down his face and his
Master began to look at him as if he'd finally come unhinged.
Between gasping for breath, Obi-Wan tried to explain "Oh
Master, I'm sorry but I couldn't help it" he chortled. "Not two
seconds before you walked through that door I was thinking the
same thing, and trying to convince myself not to wish for what
we couldn't have. And to try and be as stoic as my always
perfectly in control Master... and here you are, bemoaning our
fate just like your 'impatient' Padawan - oh it's too funny!"
Qui-Gon had to smile at his lover's antics, for Obi-Wan was
right, he was bemoaning their fate just like his irascible
young Padawan. Trying desperately to at least give the
appearance of being a stoic Jedi Master even as he pulled
Obi-Wan closer he replied "If you are quite through acting like
a Corellian loon love, we need sleep. Morning and Coruscant
will be arriving sooner than either of us would like and these
tired old bones of mine need rest, even if my impudent young
Padawan learner does not."
Still chuckling mirthfully, Obi-Wan cuddled into Qui-Gon's
larger frame, while waiting for his goodnight kiss, which was
not long in coming. "Yes Master." he murmured as sleep finally
claimed them both
"The Council said what?" Obi-Wan stared at his master in
disbelief. It wasn't possible. They couldn't have actually
said...
"We are to have the next standard month to ourselves, Padawan.
All these sensitive and dangerous assignments have made it
almost impossible for me to further your training. I humbly
pointed this out to the Council and they were almost
apologetic. It seems that they hold our skills in these areas
in great regard. Although our methods are
somewhat...unconventional, we have always managed to complete
our assignments with a positive outcome. This was their
reasoning for continually sending us back into the field, but
no more," Qui-Gon informed his stunned apprentice calmly.
"We're going to one of the least populated training facilities
on Tinuvian, where I am going to spend the next standard month
helping you catch up on your 'lessons'." Qui-Gon's eyes
darkened from clear to midnight blue as he murmured the last
word, desire flaring at the thought of what lay ahead. By day
Qui-Gon intended to see that Obi-Wan became the best-trained
Jedi Knight ever. And by night... he intended to see that his
lover excelled at those lessons as well.
Obi-Wan felt the first sweet flush of arousal and grew hot
under his Master's bold gaze. Both also knew that the Coruscant
temple was neither the time nor the place for this
conversation. So both allowed the brief flaring of heat to
course through them, then let it go, for there was much to be
done before they left later that day.
Qui-Gon looked out the large picture windows of his bedchamber
to the swelling oceans below. A scented breeze flowed in
through the open windows, redolent with the tropical flowers
that bloomed in profusion, everywhere around the Jedi complex.
Although a fully equipped facility, the Tinuvian temple was
more of a retreat than a place to train. However, Qui-Gon had
pushed hard to be allowed to bring Obi-Wan here. They both
truly needed some time to relax and re-center themselves after
the almost hellish conditions of the last month. Long tropical
nights and balmy days would ensure relaxation, and the
well-equipped training facilities would aid in Obi-Wan's
training.
Obi-Wan rambled into the room and wrapped his arms around his
Master's firm waist, laying his head against the strong back
with a happy sigh. "This is a wonderful place Master. Thank you
for suggesting it to the Council."
"How did you... you little menace, were you picking up my
thoughts again?" Qui-Gon chuckled as he turned in the embrace
to look down into eyes that matched the oceans outside. Bending
down, he placed a light, airy kiss on the finely sculpted lips
and pulled Obi-Wan tight against him for a moment. Reluctantly
releasing his beloved, Qui-Gon the lover allowed Qui-Gon the
teacher to re-emerge. "If your things are unpacked Padawan, now
would be a good time to familiarize ourselves with the practice
salon. You need a little work in protecting your left flank
from attack if memory serves me correctly."
Sighing inwardly at the briefness of their interlude, Obi-Wan
allowed himself to be prodded into action. The role of Padawan
to Master must always come first - and he did have a tendency
to leave his left unguarded. With a regretful look back at the
window where they stood just moments before, Obi-Wan followed
his Master out to begin his training session.
Obi-Wan was hot, sweaty and sore by the time Qui-Gon gave him
leave to return to their quarters. Master Qui-Gon was by far
one of the best warriors in the Knighthood, and today Obi-Wan
had sampled why it was so. Using paristeel swords in place of
lightsabers, Qui-Gon had come at him time and again, testing
and probing Obi-Wan's stance for weaknesses... and had found
many.
They sparred at battle level; each shielding their minds to the
fullest so no stray thoughts would leak though their bond. The
fast and furious pace had begun to wear on Obi-Wan until he was
making more mistakes than not, while Qui-Gon still looked calm,
centered and unruffled by his exertions save for the sweaty
brow and flyaway hair. Qui-Gon chose that moment to end the
session with a relaxing kata and sent him on his way to freshen
up, saying he had a few exercises left to do before joining
Obi-Wan for the evening meal.
Stripping out of his sweat soaked tunic and breeches, Obi-Wan
stepped under the spray of the water. He gasped at its heat,
then relaxed as warmth soaked into his aching muscles, soothing
and relaxing. Quickly soaping and rinsing his hair, Obi-Wan
began to massage the soreness from his muscles with strong
fingers as he washed.
Unbidden - images of Qui-Gon slipped into his mind. He saw
Qui-Gon as he had been in the salon, the proud leonine face
fierce with concentration. Hair flying like a silken waterfall
as they dueled, sweat glistening on flexed muscles. There had
been something almost predatory about the way his Master had
moved, like a graceful cat on the hunt. It had been
intoxicating to watch and had fed Obi-Wan's desire for his
lover. Force - the way he prowled around the salon, circling
me, ~hunting~ me. It was so aggressive, so primal and
powerful... and it made me want him so badly. Obi-Wan
thought, his hands slowing from the brisk scrubbing motions to
a slower, lazier caress. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't sense
his Master's approach or hear the doors slide almost silently
open, then close again.
Qui-Gon could hear the water running and chuckled softly to
himself. His love was such a hedonist, reveling in sensations
that gave him pleasure. Like a hot shower after a hard training
session. Qui-Gon had been impressed by how quickly Obi-Wan had
grasped his lessons today, almost instantly taking in the
silent reminders of his vulnerabilities and guarding against
them in the next attack. Qui-Gon had worked hard to find the
chinks in Obi-Wan's defense. Obi-Wan had an inborn weapons
sense and his strong gift of prescience allowed for him to
almost see the blows before they came. With time and training
these two abilities would make him as good and quite probably
better than Qui-Gon was after decades of practice, training and
experience.
Qui-Gon entered the bathing chamber, intent upon telling
Obi-Wan how proud he was, and perhaps tease his student about
using all the hot water... and was brought up short by the
sight that greeted him. Slamming down his mental shields
quickly, so as not to alert his apprentice, Qui-Gon silently
disrobed, then made himself comfortable on a low bench, leaning
back into the cold tile behind him, legs sprawled as he watched
the intensely erotic sight before him.
What would it feel like, Obi-Wan wondered idly, to have his
Master initiate a 'lesson' right after a training session, when
both men were hot, perspiring and muscles still rippling from
their exertions, how would it feel to have Qui-Gon's hair
caress every inch of his flesh? Obi-Wan felt his blood heat and
his cock begin to rise in appreciation of the images running
through his brain. He began to run his hands up and down his
torso, imagining that they were Qui-Gon's. It felt so good, and
it had been so long since his body had even craved something
more than sleep, had craved a release of sexual tension.
Unaware of how long he had been in the shower already, Obi-Wan
thought he had enough time to relieve this sweet ache and be
dressed and waiting for his Master.
He let the images flow fast and furious. Qui-Gon, wet and
sultry, emerging from the ocean like some primal sea god.
Qui-Gon hot and sweaty from a workout or soft and sated after a
night of love. Even sweet and tender as he held him in a loving
embrace. Obi-Wan's hands began to move more quickly, one hand
coming up to pinch a passion-peaked nipple, the other moving
downwards to grasp his throbbing erection. He gasped and jumped
as the pleasure arced through him, his body almost virginal
once more, so long had he been forced to abstain. It was too
good, he groaned to himself.
Pinching his nipple until it became a dark pleasure bordering
on pain, Obi-Wan began to caress his weeping cock. The
pleasure-pain was driving him slowly insane. He needed release
and soon. He ran a finger over the tip of his erection and
brought it up to his lips to suckle and taste his own flavor -
the bitter salt taste that Qui-Gon seemed to enjoy tasting so
much. Obi-Wan shuddered voluptuously at that thought.
The images flowed through his brain, those that he had shared
with his lover that heated night when sound of his Master's
voice alone had caused him to find release, and other, darker,
more forbidden desires.
It took every ounce of control Qui-Gon had not to moan with
pleasure at the sight before him. He had to force himself to
remember to breathe and to breathe quietly so as not to disturb
his beloved. His left hand moved in time to Obi-Wan's strokes,
his other teasing and toying with a pebbled nipple. Watching
Obi-Wan taste his own essence and savor the flavor almost undid
him. He held back his pleasure only through iron control, using
tricks that he'd learned such as meditation and breathing. He
wanted his pleasure to last. He wanted his lover to feel its
strength.
Watching the way Obi-Wan's cock responded to the pleasure-pain
he inflicted upon himself forced Qui-Gon to realize his student
was not quite so innocent as he had first thought. It was as
Obi-Wan had once told him, he had learned a lot on his travels;
he'd just never had the chance or desire to apply it until now.
If this was one of Obi-Wan's more forbidden fantasies, Qui-Gon
knew a few, darkling pleasures he could introduce his lover to.
When the time was right.
In his mind's eye Obi-Wan pictured himself, underneath Qui-Gon,
being stretched and prepared for entry. It was what he
wanted... by the Force he ached to feel Qui-Gon's heat within
him. He knew there would be discomfort, but that the pleasure
would more than make up for it. His imagination was so vivid he
could feel Qui-Gon's blunt fingertip oiling and entering
him, stretching him in anticipation of what was to come. He
felt the press and slide of a hot shaft as it entered
him inch by inch. He could no longer hold back the soft
whimpers and moans that he'd trapped in his throat, they broke
free and echoed through the bathing room, bouncing off the
tiles to stimulate his hearing as his mind and hands aroused
his body. He was so close...
Images seeped into his tightly shielded mind, longings for what
would soon come. He could see himself, preparing and pleasuring
his lover, he could see his hot flesh sinking into a welcoming
and heated channel and feel how desperately Obi-Wan wanted
this. It was too much. Qui-Gon's control snapped like a dry
twig. He needed Obi-Wan... now!
Images raced through his mind with Jedi-like speed, hot,
seductive images that blended and melded into one sultry image
of his beloved Master. His hand began to quicken in its
stroking, his flesh was so needy. The only thing that would
make this better...
Powerful arms encircled his waist, a rampant erection pressing
firmly into his back as strong and callused hands wrapped
around his weeping cock. His head came to rest on a broad
shoulder, his head pivoting sideways and up to look into the
electric blue eyes gazing down on him with searing heat.
Fingers meshed and together they milked his begging organ
faster and faster. His Master's eyes burned into his, the heat
there an inferno of want and need, eyes that held him
spellbound and would not let him look away.
Obi-Wan could feel the grinding movements of his lover's cock
as he stimulated himself while speeding Obi-Wan inexorably
towards completion. Finally Obi-Wan's pleasure crested and his
eyes shut involuntarily, neck arching and a hoarse cry of
satisfaction echoing throughout the room. Strong lips fed off
the arched ivory column throat and teeth sank into vulnerable
flesh, a predator marking his mate, as Qui-Gon also found
release.
They stayed like that for long moments, in each other's arms
while waiting for their trembling limbs to once more reassert
their command over gravity. The water had turned tepid and it
washed away all evidence of their passion, cooling and soothing
the lovers fevered flesh. Finally able to move without
collapsing, Qui-Gon silently turned off the water, then wrapped
himself and Obi-Wan in fluffy white towels. He took his love by
the hand and, still silent, led him into bed. He curled himself
around the still trembling man, brushing soft kisses over the
nape of his neck, his shoulders, and the love mark he had left.
Qui-Gon sent a silent prayer of thanks to the Force for
allowing them to find each other, and allowing Qui-Gon to find
his perfect life partner. For it was not every Master who was
lucky enough to have a student who could teach him as readily
as he taught the student. And today's 'lesson' would be one
that Qui-Gon would cherish always and never forget.
Archive 