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Fandom: TPM

Pairing: Q/O

Rating: NC-17

Archive: MA and my site only- http://www.insomniacsdream.com/

Disclaimer: GL is rich. I am not. GL has many toys and many lawyers. I have few toys and no lawyers. However, I'm not turning a profit on my playtime.

Summary: MMoM. A masturbation scene.

Thanks to Laura McEwan and my Master Sage for the beta

The Force beats through me. I imagine his face, his eyes shining with wisdom and kindness. How I loved to look into them. Talking with him was my excuse to study their depths.

I brush my hand lightly over my ready flesh. My member is swollen and hot as I remember his hands, large and clever. Graceful fingers, moving with delicate precision in all things. I had never seen them once fumble or fidget.

How wonderfully my memory has preserved him, his long limbs, his strong chest, and his capable hands. The ache in my groin grows and my fingers curl about my erection, loosely at first to draw out the rise to pleasure. My eyes close, and now there is only the image in my mind. With my external vision excluded, I hold that image close to my need. I wrap it in the warmth of my heightening ardor.

My hand still strokes slowly, but my fingers now take a firmer hold. The Living Force sings through the air, gathering like the winds of a storm. My breath has quickened, as has my pulse.

I can see him. He stands under the bright sunlight of a new day. The lush green of life surrounds him. He is naked, fresh from a bath in a nearby river. His long iron-colored hair, sleeked and slicked by the water, lays flat to his back, parting his shoulder blades

I lick my lips as I imagine tasting the water droplets that gather at the peak of each rose brown nipple like dew. I can almost experience the cold, crisp taste of the river and the salt tang of his flesh. My hand moves faster, gripping my hot erection and letting friction and heat build to an almost punishing degree.

I see him in my mind's eye, beautiful and noble. His cock, subtle cream and pink tone, juts out half-erect. His hand moves slowly towards it, and his thumb nudges it briefly. His eyes stay fixed upon mine. Again he gives his cock a playful nudge with his thumb. I watch mesmerized as it bounces against the gentle push. He is growing hard before my mind's eye. A breeze stirs tendrils of his drying hair. He gives his cock another teasing stroke.

He lifts a thigh a bit as his fingers reach back for his balls. They are soft looking orbs that hang so tantalizingly between his muscular thighs. A finger traces their curves, then his hand returns to the lengthening erection. Its color becoming more flush, it looks delicious and I want to put my lips and tongue to it and taste its hot, clean smoothness. It looks so very enticing and full. My desire overwhelms me in a sudden rush. My climax takes me then. I lose control.

My head falls back and I gasp. The ache is overwhelming. It is more than just the physical need; it is the emotional one as well. I want him. The Living Force sings with my heart in bittersweet urgency. My soul reaches out, searching to touch and to twine with his. My balls ache as they spill and release. My cock is an arrow, pointing to my beloved. But my beloved is gone.

My seed spills, pumped from me as the Living Force washes over me in an extraordinary mixture of grief and bliss. My cock throbs in my hand as I moan softly. The semen strikes my chest in a shock of hot wetness that causes my whole body to jerk. I open my eyes to my small hovel. Alone in the desert, I let my inner eye unfocus as I put away the past once more, so I can look to the future.

End