Series: no
Archive: Master And Apprentice, any others please ask
first
Spoilers: none
Category: PWP, First-Time
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Feedback: Much appreciated, and might just encourage me:)
Summary: Picks up where "A Night Out" left off.
Disclaimer: Owned by George Lucas, blah blah, no money made,
blah, blah, promise to put them back after a bad night's
rest.
Notes: A special thank you goes out to everyone that wrote back
about "A Night Out". I really appreciated it! Another special
thank you goes to Claudia and Boots, who were kind enough to
take a look at this before I sent it out. If you haven't seen
the first story, you can email me and I'll send you a copy or
check it out on the M_A archive.
The Jedi Master was hard pressed not to jump his Padawan the
instant the young man slid into the taxi and sat next to him.
Qui-Gon gave directions to the air taxi driver and promptly
erected the privacy screen that kept the driver from viewing
what happened in the back seat. He leaned back into the
cushions casually and watched Obi-Wan. His padawan would not
look at him. Qui-Gon got the distinct impression that Obi-Wan
was very annoyed at him for what had happened back at the
restaurant. He only hoped the young man wasn't angry with him.
Obi-Wan leaned back, slouching against the cushions, with one
arm stretched along the window ledge of the door. His fingers
tapped rhythmically against the aging vehicle's painted
surface. Moments stretched out as Obi-Wan forced Qui-Gon to
wait until he made up his mind about what had just happened.
Qui-Gon wanted to talk so badly to his apprentice, but knew he
had to hold his tongue until Obi-Wan started speaking to him.
He had rather hoped that Obi-Wan would jump him the instant
they got into the air taxi, or at least speak to him.
Attempting a light touch to the man's mind revealed heavy
shields, not allowing Qui-Gon a chance to test out what Obi-Wan
was thinking. Qui-Gon felt himself starting to sweat a little,
his anxiety building. Had he really done the right thing
showing his feelings towards Obi-Wan, and was he mistaken when
he thought his feelings returned? Finally the tapping of
Obi-Wan's fingers ceased and Qui-Gon looked at the beautiful
man beside him. His padawan eyed him carefully, then Qui-Gon
knew everything was fine once he saw the beginnings of a wry
smile on Obi-Wan's lips.
"Master?" Obi-Wan's bright hazel eyes gazed upon Qui-Gon
intently.
"Yes, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon was glad to see his apprentice wasn't
terribly pissed off at him.
"What in the sith hells made you do something so out of
character back there?" His Padawan asked, the smallest of grins
began to show on his face. To that, Qui-Gon simply shrugged and
smiled.
"Something told me that tonight was the right time to let you
know how deeply I feel for you, Padawan" was Qui-Gon's answer
and it made Obi-Wan laugh out loud.
"Stop me if I'm wrong, Master, are you saying the Force made
you give me a hand job in public?" Obi-Wan was still softly
laughing as Qui-Gon slid across the cushions until he was
leaning against him. His hazel eyes were alight with humor.
"Yes, Padawan" Qui-Gon paused for emphasis, "the Force made me
do it" Qui-Gon whispered into Obi-Wan's ear and the younger man
shivered as lips brushed oh-so-softly against his tender lobe.
A soft chuckle escaped Obi-Wan's lips. Obi-Wan touched his
master's mind ever so briefly and Qui-Gon gave him the true
reason for his outlandish behavior. The young man gasped at the
sudden onslaught of emotion. He had always had deep feelings
for his master, but never thought they would be returned.
Qui-Gon was in love with his apprentice. Obi-Wan was only too
sure that, force-guided or not, tonight was a good time to let
Qui-Gon know he felt the same. Unfortunately, there was a small
matter of revenge to be attended to.
"Master, you are full of poodoo" Obi-Wan muttered as he leaned
into Qui-Gon. It was the smile in his eyes and the amusement
trickling through their training bond that kept Qui-Gon
satisfied that revenge just might be sweet for both of them.
"That's what the council says, Obi-Wan, and I was hoping you
would be of a different opinion" his master replied, and
Obi-Wan let out a soft gasp as Qui-Gon moved until he was
straddling his lap. Qui-Gon grabbed a hold of the Obi-Wan's
slim shoulders and bent his head in for a soft kiss. The older
man's mustache and beard tickled his lips and chin as Qui-Gon
gently ran his lips over his. The very tip of Qui-Gon's tongue
licked delicately along his lips, teasing him. Obi-Wan groaned
in frustration and pressed their lips firmly together. Even
though he almost felt smothered by his master's weight and bulk
above him, Obi-Wan didn't want the tender, sweet moment to end.
In a bold move, Obi-Wan ran his hands down Qui-Gon's back and
down to the muscular buttocks. He gave each cheek a hard,
approving squeeze with his hands. Qui-Gon gasped into his mouth
and pushed his groin into Obi-Wan's. Lingering for a while,
memorizing the sweet curve of the man's ass as his master
moaned deep in his throat and kissed him fervently. The weight
of the older man pressing against his body so suggestively
caused Obi-Wan to become embarrassingly aroused. He was pleased
when he noticed Qui-Gon was as hard as he was when Qui-Gon
brushed against his stomach. Too curious to wait until they
arrived at their quarters, Obi-Wan brought one of his hands
between the two of them to give his master's groin a light
stroke. Qui-Gon began to explore his Padawan's handsome face
with his lips, tracing a line from one eye to the other,
running along his jaw line with such tenderness Obi-Wan smiled
softly. The instant Obi-Wan reached the object of his
attentions, he was startled slightly. Certainly he knew his
master was a large man, but he was still amazed.
"Ooh, Master!" Obi-Wan gasped softly as he gently touched
Qui-Gon's hardened cock. Qui-Gon growled into his ear.
"hmmm, Obi-Wan? Something wrong?" he started to pull back, but
seeing as Obi-Wan had hold of his cock, he didn't move far at
all.
"No, nothing at all. I'm just impressed" was Obi-Wan's answer
as the young man gave Qui-Gon a small smile, then reached under
Qui-Gon's tunic and started to caress his chest, tormenting the
master's nipples by pulling slightly on them. Qui-Gon responded
beautifully, giving a sharp gasp with each tug. His master's
eyes closed and his head tilted back, giving Obi-Wan a very
nice view of his long, elegant neck.
"Oh, you like that, don't you Master?" Obi-Wan bit his lower
lip as he watched his master writhe upon his lap. If he kept
this up, his revenge wouldn't last very long at all.
/Obi-Wan...don't stop...oh love, so good/ Qui-Gon's mental
voice urged him was becoming incoherent every time Obi-Wan gave
a nipple a hard tweak. The man on his lap was breathing in
long, shuddering gasps. It was clear the man was going to come
if he put his mouth on one of the succulent circles of dark
flesh. He considered doing it, too, but then his revenge would
be wasted. Some considered revenge a dish best served cold, but
Obi-Wan was not known for his patience. As if Qui-Gon had
caught on to what Obi-Wan was planning, the master reassured
him that he was correct about how sensitive he was when he
kissed the young man very passionately. Obi-Wan thought it was
a pity that the two of them were still fully dressed. The
Padawan was wondering if the master was sensitive in other
interesting places when the air taxi came to an abrupt stop.
/I do hope you have money for the taxi, Master/ Obi-Wan sent,
reluctant to break the mind-blowing kiss Qui-Gon was giving
him. The softness of his master's mouth and tongue were doing
wonderful things to his senses. The silky length of Qui-Gon's
tongue dueled with his as Obi-Wan wrapped one hand around the
back of his master's neck.
/???/ was Qui-Gon's confused reply, and Obi-Wan made an effort
to stop caressing the broad chest of his master and forcefully
brought his arousal to a halt. It certainly wouldn't do for him
to walk into the Jedi Temple with a raging hard-on. His master
was worse off than he was, the older man's cock was hard enough
to pound nails and with the soft brush of his free hand,
Obi-Wan felt a small amount of liquid erupting from the tip.
The impressive member was horribly confined in the tight navy
leggings his master wore. Perhaps he should divert Qui-Gon's
considerable focus while he could.
/Have you forgotten that we're in the back seat of an air taxi,
Master?/ was Obi-Wan's question.
/Doesn't matter where I am, as long as you are with me,
Padawan./
/Ooh, how romantic. I feel the same, Master, but we need to
leave the backseat now and YOU have to pay the driver./ Obi-Wan
sent to him and tried to push Qui-Gon off of his lap gently.
Qui-Gon snapped himself back to reality reluctantly, shaking
his head. This resulted in messing up his long mane quite
thoroughly, causing Obi-Wan to chuckle and brush it casually
from his master's face. The privacy shield was dispersed and
the cab driver looked on with interest as Qui-Gon fumbled
amongst his belt to get his credit chip. Qui-Gon handed it to
the patient driver of the cab, thanking him, then followed
Obi-Wan out the side of the taxi. He whimpered at his own
strong arousal, instantly desiring the long, flowing robes of
the Jedi other than these tight-fitting civilian clothes. The
older man cursed his arousal, and he found himself wishing that
Obi-Wan had given him some release back in the cab as the two
of them approached the door to the Jedi Temple, but it was
certainly too late now. Qui-Gon only hoped that the late hour
insured no one would be up to see him stagger through the halls
with an enormous erection that would make a wookie proud. It
was surprisingly painful to walk in such a state.
"Obi-Wan..." he spoke, causing the young man to turn around and
look at him. Obi-Wan's gaze traveled over his form in a brief,
hungry look.
"Yes Master?"
Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan by the shoulders and turned the young man
around until he was walking right in front of him. It would be
torture, but at least with Obi-Wan walking in front of him, he
had his padawan's help in blocking out curious eyes.
"I know it makes you uncomfortable, but please, walk in front
of me" 'force, what an ass....if only I could bury myself in
him right now, but I must wait!' Qui-Gon thought to himself as
he took notice of Obi-Wan's fine, curved buttocks pushing
against the fabric of his leggings. Obi-Wan must have caught
wind of what he was thinking, for the young man gasped and
looked at him over his shoulder. His hazel eyes were
smoldering, and Qui-Gon had to give him a little shove to get
the young man moving. His master was feeling quite
self-conscious at the moment.
/I haven't walked through the temple with an erection since my
apprenticeship, Obi-Wan/ Obi-Wan heard through their bond,
causing him to chuckle softly.
/Oh Master, where has your self control gone to?/ Obi-Wan
chided gently, and let his master sense his amusement trickle
along their link.
/That flew my mind the instant I saw your face as you climaxed,
my Obi-Wan./ To that, Obi-Wan had no solid answer but to
broadcast his feelings to the man he so loved. Qui-Gon
staggered slightly under the weight of the love, desire and
happiness that his apprentice felt. His eyes brightened and he
sent him a loving caress through their bond. Obi-Wan stopped
short at the doors to the temple to punch in the code to get
inside, and Qui-Gon took advantage of that. He touched his tall
body against Obi-Wan's, bent his head down to nuzzle gently
against the side of his Padawan's neck. Obi-Wan gasped and
jumped at the languid touch of his master's mouth and beard
caressing him just at the base of his neck. The sensation
aroused him greatly, and it was difficult enough to tamp down
his arousal before Qui-Gon teased him. Thankfully, the door
slid open and he broke away from the older man, beckoning him
to come inside. Qui-Gon moved quickly, not wanting to be seen
in such a state by anyone but Obi-Wan. The anticipation was
getting to be too much for him. He had the sinking feeling that
he was going to be begging Obi-Wan for release and enjoying it
despite himself. Obediently he followed Obi-Wan to the lifts
that went to their apartment in the Jedi dormitories. Once the
door to lift opened, Qui-Gon had some interesting ideas about
what he wanted to do to his padawan, but was dismayed when he
saw none other than Master Yoda standing, waiting to get up to
his own quarters. Qui-Gon gave a sharp gasp, hiding himself as
much as he could behind Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan acted as if he were
expecting him there.
"Good evening, Master Yoda" he spoke in that even, elegant
voice.
/Sith, of all people to run against, it had to be him/Qui-Gon
thought, coming up close behind his Padawan. Kenobi jumped
forward, startled because he was given a good poke in the ass
by Qui-Gon's stubborn erection.
"Good evening, Padawan Kenobi" was Yoda's reply. The ancient
Jedi master gave Qui-Gon a quizzical look until the older man
greeted him. Yoda couldn't figure out why his former Padawan
refused to come out from behind Obi-Wan. At least he couldn't
until he sensed the arousal coming from the two of them. It was
like being in a sudden heat wave, and Yoda grinned
uncontrollably, his thin lips just about stretching from ear to
ear as the realization hit him. They were finally together!
'Humph, took them long enough' he thought to himself as Kenobi
reached over to press the button to their floor. Qui-Gon
started, seeing his cover was blown, grabbed his Padawan by the
hips and pulled him back in front of him. Obi-Wan let out a cry
of indignity and quickly looked over to where Yoda was watching
them with bright green eyes.
/Master! Not in front of Yoda!/Obi-Wan complained, but Qui-Gon
only chuckled softly and let go of him, his muscular arms
hanging innocently at his own sides. Obi-Wan's brow furrowed at
the innocent look Qui-Gon was giving him.
"Not good, to tease a Jedi Master is" was Yoda's only message
to the scandalized young man standing in front of him. At
first, Obi-Wan just gaped open-mouthed, unable to think of an
appropriate comeback.
"I'm just learning that myself, Master Yoda, thank you, I will
keep that in mind in the near future" was the young man's
reply, and Yoda was satisfied with that. Yoda looked at his
former Padawan, only to see the man enchanted with his Padawan.
The master made a note to himself to take them off the active
duty roster for a week. It would be detrimental to the Jedi if
his love-smitten ex-Padawan got into trouble because he was too
focused on Obi-Wan. He doubted he would get much argument from
either of them. Qui-Gon noticed he was being watched by Yoda
and gave him a rare, beautiful smile, the kind that actually
reached those midnight blue eyes of his. Yoda smiled back and
nodded once. He was pleased to see the master so happy. The
doors slithered open with a loud hiss, they had arrived at
their floor, but neither of them seemed to notice.
"Your floor it is" Yoda said, indicating the open doors with
his gimer stick. He laughed softly when the two of them gave
him brief goodbyes and hurried out the door.
"AH!" Obi-Wan yelped when Qui-Gon grabbed him unceremoniously
the instant they entered their combined quarters and pulled him
into a desperate, searching kiss. With his arms around his
master's slender waist, he tried to maneuver them to something
at least somewhat softer than the floor. If he could just get
them to the nice, soft couch that sat in the middle of their
living quarters, he would be happier. Sensing that thought, and
not quite thinking of the sofa as a great venue, Qui-Gon lifted
the young man in his arms and dragged him into his sleeping
area as they still kissed. Obi-Wan growled when he was flung
onto the bed, but then started grinning when he watched his
master strip faster than he thought possible. Clothes and boots
were flung to the far corner of the room by the anxious Jedi
Master. Finally, the handsome man stood at the side of the bed
fully naked and eying his apprentice with a predatory gleam.
Obi-Wan forgot how to breath for a moment, his hazel eyes
memorizing the sight of his aroused master. He was interrupted
by a soft mental push from Qui-Gon. Realizing he was the only
one in the room fully clothed, he started fumbling with his own
clothing, first unfastening the belt and then struggling with
his tunics and stoles. Qui-Gon folded his arms across his broad
chest and smiled as he watched Obi-Wan struggle with his
clothes like a virgin on his first date. Obi-Wan yelped when he
was given a quick force touch right on the crack of his ass.
"Master!" he cried out, glared at his master only to have
Qui-Gon raise his eyebrows at him and give him another quick
grope, this time on his chest, just shy of a nipple.
"Well, Obi-Wan? Hurry up or else I'll have to take matters into
my own hands" with that, Qui-Gon took his impressive erection
into one large hand, running the fingers over his tense
arousal. He groaned softly at his own touch. Briefly, Qui-Gon
wondered if he should masturbate in front of his apprentice to
relieve himself of the aching hardness that had plagued him
since they entered the air taxi.
"Do that often, Master?" Obi-Wan quipped as he finally removed
his tunics and began fighting with the fastenings on his
leggings. At the sight his master was making, Obi-Wan felt his
mouth go dry. Licking his lips as he pulled off his boots
quickly, then pushed down his pants, throwing them to the
floor. He noted with pride that his impetuous question didn't
flag his master in the least. He felt the sheer passion flowing
along their training bond towards him, and he sent his own love
and desire to the man he so cherished.
"Only when I think of you, my beautiful Obi-Wan" was his
master's reply as Qui-Gon moved closer to his Padawan.
"Oh, Master" Obi-Wan whispered and knelt on the bed before
Qui-Gon. The older man's hands dropped to his sides, allowing
Obi-Wan to fold into a quick embrace his soon-to-be lover's
arms, with his head nestled against his master's thundering
heart.
"I love you, Qui-Gon" he whispered fervently, and he felt the
Jedi's arms tighten around him in response. Qui-Gon leaned in
and gently brushed his lips against the top of Obi-Wan's head.
"I love you very much, Obi-Wan" he replied in kind. "Are you
sure this is what you want?" he asked, allowing Obi-Wan to feel
the steel-hard erection against him.
"More than anything, Master" was Obi-Wan's reply, and this made
Qui-Gon smile broadly. His master pulled away from him to sit
beside him.
"Oh? Even more than becoming a knight?" Qui-Gon joked, then
drew his apprentice down with him until both of them were lying
half-on, half-off of the large bed. Obi-Wan perked up his head,
startled momentarily.
"It won't come to that, will it?" To that, Qui-Gon chuckled and
drew Obi-Wan up until he was on top of him.
"Stars, no! Obi-Wan, I would never risk your knighthood, no
matter how strong my feelings for you are" Qui-Gon reassured
Obi-Wan, then took a hold of Obi-Wan's Padawan braid, pulling
him down until their lips met in a passionate kiss. His master
embraced him tight, one hand on his buttocks, the other on the
back of his head. Qui-Gon pulled away the hair tie that kept
Obi-Wan's miniature pony tail in place, then massaged the back
of his head gently. The full length of their bodies pressed
together as they kissed. Obi-Wan groaned loudly, pushing
against Qui-Gon's hips in a very suggestive manner. Obi-Wan
broke off the kiss to press his lips against whatever flesh he
could reach. The older man started panting harshly, and was
soon moaning and thrashing beneath Obi-Wan.
/Master?/ he asked, concerned.
/I can't take it anymore! Going to explode, my love/ was his
master's frantic reply. Obi-Wan was going to speak, but found
the taste of his master's earlobes irresistible and was
reluctant to release his master's skin.
"Where do you want to come, Master?" he whispered, still
tonguing the sweet-tasting ear.
/?/
"My mouth, or my ass?" he asked again, his voice coming across
as husky and impatient.
"Kiss me" Qui-Gon answered, pushing down on the other man's
shoulders. Obi-Wan quickly complied with his master's impatient
desire, and trailed his lips down the man's body until he had
Qui-Gon's enormous erection in his mouth.
"More!" Qui-Gon cried out as the young man began sucking his
cock gently. He didn't want gentleness, he wanted the younger
man to practically suck the skin off of him. Somehow sensing
this, Obi-Wan took Qui-Gon's cock deep into his hot, wet mouth
and sucked hard. With a powerful thrust of his hips, Qui-Gon
shouted and climaxed, spilling his seed deep into his lover's
mouth. His padawan continued sucking greedily until his
master's erection softened. Obi-Wan sat up to look into his
lover's eyes of midnight blue.
"All right, Master?" Obi-Wan asked, as he caressed Qui-Gon's
broad, heaving chest lovingly. The taste of Qui-Gon's passion
still lingered in his mouth. It was salty, slightly bitter, and
he knew he would always enjoy the flavor of his beloved's spent
passion. His own erection throbbed insistently, but he refused
to succumb until Qui-Gon had recovered. For now, he was
satisfied that he was able to drive Qui-Gon into such a state
of abandon. He remained at his side, caressing Qui-Gon's chest,
arms and face until the man's ragged breathing lessened.
"Obi-Wan, that was wonderful" his master's eyes shone with
desire and affection, "what can I do for you? What would you
like?" Qui-Gon reached up to draw Obi-Wan into his arms and
then kissed him firmly on the lips.
/Want you. Want to make love to you, Qui-Gon/ Obi-Wan replied,
rubbing his solid cock against Qui-Gon's stomach. He reached up
with both of his hands and tangled them in the silky mass of
long brown and silver hair that he had always wanted to touch.
/Anything, Obi-Wan, I want you to have me/ Qui-Gon slid his
tongue into Obi-Wan's mouth, playing along the young man's
teeth and tongue. For minutes, they lay locked in that
passionate embrace, caressing and kissing one another until
Obi-Wan finally pulled away. Another instant of his master's
heated embrace and certainly he would have found the release he
so needed, but that was not where he planned on coming. His
gaze roamed the darkened room.
"There's lube in the second drawer from the top, Obi-Wan" his
master said as the man continued to stroke strong calloused
hands over his apprentice's muscular abdomen. Obi-Wan kissed
him on the lips, then reluctantly drew himself up to retrieve
the lubricant. As much as he wanted to bury himself deep into
Qui-Gon, he refused to hurt the man because of his own passion.
Having quickly retrieved it, he found that Qui-Gon had sprawled
across the bed, lying on his side. Obi-Wan found the pose quite
striking, sensual and casual at the same time. Qui-Gon's eyes
brightened when he saw Obi-Wan's manhood so aroused for him, it
caused his own cock to twitch. He reached down with one slowly
moving hand and began stroking his own cock to new life. His
apprentice opened the small bottle of lubricant and poured
himself a sufficient amount. Slathering his cock with the
slippery fluid, he stood watching as Qui-Gon mimicked his
motions on his own body.
"Master, please roll onto your stomach" he said, and Qui-Gon
complied with his wishes with a graceful twist of his body. His
apprentice straddled his waist, but he was pleased to feel a
loving caress instead of going straight to his backside.
Obi-Wan's hands ran over the muscles of his back, causing him
to forget everything but the touch of those talented fingers.
Moving lower, Obi-Wan parted his legs with the push of his
hands. He groaned at the picture that his master made in the
dim lights of his bedroom. Qui-Gon's round, muscular buttocks
were very tempting, the muscular back, thick, strong thighs,
all covered with a large expanse of smooth, glistening and very
tasty skin. Silvery brown hair covered his master's handsome
face from view, as it spilled over his shoulders and the pillow
he rested his head upon.
"You are so beautiful, Master" he whispered hoarsely and was
rewarded by a bright smile from Qui-Gon as the master looked at
him over his broad shoulder.
"Come, Obi-Wan" he entreated his student, and lifted his hips a
fraction off of the bed in offering. What the young apprentice
did then almost caused Qui-Gon to black out from the sheer
pleasure of it. Obi-Wan had bent down and placed his mouth
tentatively between his master's buttocks. The older man gasped
when he felt the very tip of Obi-Wan's tongue tickle the tight
opening, then he slid his tongue to his balls and back up
again. Licking Qui-Gon's anus with great rapture, Obi-Wan
finally slid his tongue inside Qui-Gon, causing the man to jump
and cry out in ecstasy. Obi-Wan found his new lover's
responsiveness most pleasing, and rewarded Qui-Gon by thrusting
his tongue in deeper and twisting it around.
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon cried out, though his apprentice's tonguing
him was fantastic, he wanted something far more substantial and
was getting impatient. Obi-Wan pulled away from his delicious
master, took a hold of the lubricant and was about to prepare
his fingers with shaking hands.
"No, skip that, Take me, Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon growled, his voice
harsh from pleasure. Obi-Wan grabbed his master's waist and
guided himself to his master's entrance. Qui-Gon first flinched
at the sensation of Obi-Wan's cock pressing into him, but
forced himself to relax. The slick cock of his padawan pushed
past the first tight ring of muscle and Qui-Gon moaned deeply.
Obi-Wan paused, not wanting to hurt Qui-Gon, but at that moment
of hesitation, Qui-Gon pushed back with a thrust of his hips.
Sensing a wave of love, desire and passion along their bond,
both lovers began moving together in a hard, driving rhythm.
"Oh! Obi-Wan, feels so good! Harder!"
"Yes, Master!" Obi-Wan groaned loudly as he set into a pounding
rhythm that had his master moaning and writhing beneath him on
the bed. Through the bond they had always shared, both of them
were able to feed off of the other's ecstasy, and soon there
was no difference between the one taking and giving. All sense
of self was lost in the intense waves of emotion between the
two men making love. Obi-Wan reached around with one hand to
capture his master's erection. The older man whimpered and
bucked backwards, adding power to his padawan's strong
thrusting. As he responded to his lover's powerful thrusts, he
felt himself teetering on the edge of immense pleasure. Qui-Gon
was the first to come to his senses as his body trembled with
intense pleasure.
"Yes!" He screamed out his lover's name as he spilled his seed
into the bedding. Obi-Wan was not far behind as he thrust
deeply into Qui-Gon three more times, then stilled, filling
Qui-Gon with hot, thick fluid with a cry that vibrated
throughout Qui-Gon's room. He collapsed on top of the older
man, panting heavily. Gingerly, he pulled his softening member
from Qui-Gon's body, then nestled against him. Qui-Gon used
what little strength to move onto his side. His apprentice
quickly moved into the space created for him and nestled
against the larger man. Noting to himself that he was hot,
sweaty and tired, Obi-Wan considered inviting Qui-Gon to a nice
refreshing shower, then realized he didn't want to move at all
now that he was finally holding his master in his arms.
"Obi-Wan, I love you, and I" he spoke, his voice still a little
harsh as it broke the peaceful silence between them. His
apprentice stopped his sentence short with a small, tender
kiss.
"Say no more, Master. I love you deeply, and treasure your new
place in my life as much as I do being your Padawan" was his
young lover's reply. The older man gathered Obi-Wan more
tightly in the strong circle of his arms. Kissing each other
with a gentleness not found in their earlier embrace, they
confirmed their love with sweet touches of the lips and light
caressing. Too tired for much else, they soon drifted off to
sleep, still holding one another.
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