Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-01-17 -
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali
Category: PWP
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: A series of short snippets, all from Qui-Gon's POV, focusing on his love for Obi-Wan, and their relationship.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.
This one hasn't been betad - you've been warned.
I am totally captivated by his sense of humor and he knows it. He delights in finding new ways to make me laugh.
I delight in him.
Being in love with Obi-Wan, being loved by him, has changed my life so completely. So wonderfully. Who would have suspected that a man my age, a Jedi Master, for Force sake, would suddenly find himself having FUN?
But we do have fun. He's taken me to an amusement park where we climbed into miniature pod racers and raced around trying to ram each other. We've attended cultural festivals in costume, and have recently begun taking cooking lessons together.
I never know what to expect from him.
It is the same with our lovemaking.
It is late when my meeting with the council finally ends. I am tired and more than just a bit short-tempered. It has been a long day, and I am looking forward to nothing more exciting than a shower and curling up with Obi-Wan in my arms.
Though a hot water shower would feel wonderful, I opt, instead, for a sonic shower. It is quicker and I don't have to do anything about my hair. I can feel Obi-Wan's presence through our bond, can feel him waiting for me in our bed.
In our bed. In our room.
I do like the sound of that.
But I digress.
Not bothering to dress, I walk into our bedroom and stop, frozen for a moment, by the sight awaiting me. Aware that my mouth is hanging open, but unable to do anything about it, I just stare. I would laugh if I had any breath left. Maybe I do laugh, and just can't hear it over the sound of my loudly beating heart.
There he is, my beautiful young lover. My Obi-Wan. Spread out on our bed, reclining on several pillows, he is naked except for a huge red bow tied around his very erect cock. He is circling one pink nipple with his finger, and he is looking at me. Smiling. Wickedly.
"Master," he breathes, his voice like a soft caress. "Come claim your prize."
"My prize?" I squeak, still frozen in place.
"During the time you were with the council today, I never once sensed your frustration, though I knew it was there. For that, I think you deserve a first place ribbon." He slides his hand down his chest, down his flat stomach, and begins to card his fingers through the nest of reddish-gold curls at the base of his shaft. "Come claim your prize, Qui-Gon." His voice is husky and deep, and it sends my blood racing.
Thankfully, not ALL of the blood in my body surges toward my groin. I retain just enough to run my brain. Or at least the part of my brain that tells my legs to move. Somehow I manage to make it to our bed, and then I am crawling towards him, moving between his spread legs. I stare down hungrily at my "prize."
"Beautiful!" I whisper as I lean down and press a soft kiss to the tip of his erection.
"Just for you, my love," he groans softly.
I settle comfortably between his thighs, stretching my legs out behind me. My hands are at his hips, softly stroking the silky skin there. With my upper body braced on my elbows, I am in the perfect position to watch him as I make love to him with my mouth and tongue.
Leaving the ribbon in place, for now, I slowly lick the small, leaking slit of his hardness. I can't help moaning as the essence of my Obi-Wan explodes across my palate. Slightly bitter, slightly salty, it is uniquely Obi-Wan, and I'm certain I'll never tire of his taste.
I can smell him. The musk of his maleness mixed with the scent of his desire with just a hint of his soap. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, allowing his smell to fill me, to chase away the stress of the day. Only with Obi-Wan have I ever been able to drop the heavy mantle of responsibility I wear, that comes with being a Jedi Master, and can, for a time, be just a man. How grateful I am to him for this freedom he's given me.
I open my eyes and look up at him, wishing I had the words to tell him how much he means to me. There is no need, though. In his eyes I can see all of the love, respect and trust I have for him reflected back to me. He knows. Just as I know.
Holding his gaze, I once again lean down and touch my lips to his hardness, but this time I continue downward, allowing the head of his penis to part my lips, my tongue moving lazily around his shaft. He moans and twitches under my hands, and I know he wants to thrust, but I won't let him. Not yet.
I stop when my lips find the ribbon and with a final swirl of my tongue, I release him. I lean lower, so that I can run my tongue around the top and bottom edges of the wide strip of satin. He gasps and I do it again, loving the sounds of his pleasure. I begin to work at the ribbon with my teeth and tongue, trying to loosen it a bit. Finally I feel it give, just a little. Just enough. I once again take him in my mouth, and moving slowly, very slowly, I begin applying suction. I lick and suck, increasing the pressure as I move downwards, until my lips are at the ribbon.
Obi-Wan is making wonderful needy sounds, whimpers and groans that come from deep in his throat. Knowing what it will do to him, I begin to hum, and as I expected, he lets out a long, lovely moan. I place my lips and teeth on the satin ribbon, and move up, pleased to feel the ribbon sliding up as well. When I have it all the way off of his cock, I let it drop from my mouth.
I grin at him and he shivers. "Thank you for my prize," I tell him, and then I slip my lips over his shaft, and downward, taking all of him in. I suck as hard as I can, moving my tongue as much as possible. At the same time I release his hips, giving him free reign to do what he wants. What he needs.
"Qui-Gon!" he groans loudly as he thrusts upwards, shoving himself even deeper into my throat.
I do my best to stay with him as he bucks and jerks beneath me. He is beautiful in his passion. His hands tangle in my hair, holding me in place, and he begins to thrust in earnest now. I'm not surprised to realize I am thrusting my own aching hardness into the bed, matching his rhythm. I start to hum again, and with a strangled shout, he comes, his seed shooting down my throat in long, hot pulses. It takes all of my will not to follow him over the edge.
I hurt from wanting him so badly. Releasing his softening erection, I reach over him towards the bed stand, hastily trying to grab the vial of oil I know should be there.
"Wait," he pants, grabbing my hand and pushing me back. Thinking he wants to give me the same type of pleasure, I move up and onto my knees. "Red ribbons are generally for second prize," he says grinning up at me. "You are supposed to get the blue ribbon for first prize."
I look at him, knowing my confusion is evident on my face.
He rolls over and arches his rear end up, giving me a perfect view of my true prize. A small blue ribbon is tied in a bow around the plug he's put inside of himself. I almost come right then. He gets up on all fours, and wiggles his hips enticingly at me. "Claim your prize, Qui-Gon," he says as he reaches for his cock, quickly stroking himself erect.
With trembling fingers born of incredible need, I grab the part of the plug sticking out of his body and somehow manage to pull it out. The sound he makes as it slides out of him almost does me in. It is large enough to have already stretched him, and the small rivulet of oil running towards his balls tells me he's well oiled.
He is ready.
He is ready for me.
"Just for you," he whispers. "Always just for you."
I shudder at his words, hearing and feeling the truth in them. "Mine," I growl as I shakily position my aching erection at the entrance to his body. My growl turns into a moan as he pushes backwards, shoving himself onto me. Impaling himself.
Nearly mindless now, I grab his hips, holding him still so I can thrust deeply into him. Over and over, in and out, I slam into his welcoming body. He is hot and tight and wonderful. And he is mine.
He is yanking and pulling at his cock, his hand moving as fast as my hips as I shove deeper and harder into him. It doesn't take long. With a long, deep moan, he begins to shudder and spasm around me, his muscles clenching my cock tightly with each pulse of his seed. It is enough to send me flying over the edge.
I nearly collapse on top of him, but twist to my side at the last second. Both of us are breathing raggedly.
I hold him close, feeling our hearts beat in tandem as we drift for a bit. I shift around, pulling him with me, until we are on our sides, his back pressed against my chest, and my arms wrapped around him. Through our bond he is sending wave after wave of his love for me. So much love. I am humbled by the depth of his feelings for me. All I can do is respond in kind.
He always knows what I need. Even if I don't. My Obi-Wan.
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