Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-02-04 -
Late One Night |
|
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.
Obi-Wan shifts in my arms, again, and I don't need our bond to know he is restless and out of sorts. He's been preoccupied all evening, and though I long to know the source of his inner turmoil, I know him well enough to know he will tell me when he is ready.
He sighs softly and stretches his legs just a bit, and I can tell he is trying not to disturb me. I smile in the darkness, knowing it is impossible for him to hide his feelings from me. Our bond is strong and true, and unless he is actually shielding from me, I am fully aware of his emotions. As he is mine. Since this is the only bond he's ever known, he probably isn't even consciously aware of how in-tune we are with one another.
Another sigh, another slight movement, and I can no longer keep silent. "Whatever it is that is troubling you, might be easier to bear if shared," I tell him quietly.
"I'm sorry I've disturbed your rest."
"No apology necessary," I tell him, hugging him close. "Just holding you like this is my rest."
He chuckles softly. "Only you could make a ridiculous statement like that sound so believable and so full of love."
"It's the truth, Obi-Wan."
He turns in my arms and looks up at me. "I know, Qui-Gon," he whispers, and there is just enough light coming in through the curtained window for me to see him smile.
I lean down and brush a soft kiss against his lips. "Do you want to talk about it?" I ask him as I pull back.
He sighs again, his breath warm and moist against my face. "It's my Ethics class."
"Ah," I nod in understanding. "Master Stoval gave the class a moral dilemma, did he?"
"This is the hardest one yet," he grumbles. "I've been going over and over it and haven't even come close to figuring out the right answer."
He pauses, and for a long moment, we just stare at each other.
Another sigh, this one loud and long, done obviously for effect. "If you loved me you would help me forget about it for awhile." He gives me his most innocent pout, though we both know his suggestion is anything but.
I roll us over, so that I am on top of him, looking down into his now smiling face. "We could meditate together," I tell him.
He wiggles his hips under mine, enough to make sure I can feel his shaft beginning to harden between us. "I don't think meditation would help me, Master,"
"And just what do you think will help you, oh Padawan of mine?" I lean down and plant a wet kiss loudly on the tip of his nose. "Perhaps a bit of sparring? Or practicing the Seventh Level, Fifth Form Kata you've been having trouble with?"
"Oh, I don't think either of those will help me forget about this dilemma, my Master. I'm afraid I'm going to need a different type of distraction entirely. Isn't there anything else you can think of that will take my mind off my problem?"
"Hmm. Let me think a moment," I tell him as I begin to slide down his body. "There is one thing I could do that might help."
"I'm at your mercy," he chuckles softly. "My oh so merciful Master."
I move off of him and turn so that I can lie beside him, with my head towards the end of the bed. I plan on making this last a good long time and I'm too tall to comfortably do this any other way. Besides, there is the added advantage of having Obi-Wan in the perfect position to reciprocate.
Knowing my intent, he turns on his side, facing me. "What an excellent idea, Qui-Gon. You always know exactly what I need."
I reach out and run my hand softly over his flank, enjoying the feel of his silky skin sliding against my callused palm. Whether by design or by accident, he mirrors my actions, and it is the feel of his rough palm against my thigh that I am suddenly most aware of.
"I love you, Qui-Gon," he whispers just before he leans forward and takes my penis into his mouth.
I gasp as the warm, wet heat of his mouth and tongue surround my suddenly very erect shaft. It is incredible. He is incredible. I could so easily lose myself entirely to his oh so talented ministrations. But as much as I would enjoy that, it can't compare to the feeling of pleasuring him while he is pleasuring me. Nothing can compare to that.
I pull his hips toward me, and he moves his top leg up and back, giving me easy access. I do the same. He prods my bottom leg forward, and a moment later he is resting his head on my thigh, while continuing to do delicious things to my erection. Not a bit shy, my Obi-Wan, and not afraid of making his wants known to me, he nudges my face with his hardness, leaving a trail of wetness on my cheek.
"Yes, my young, impatient lover," I chuckle as I take his heavy cock into my mouth.
For a long time the only noises in the room are muffled moans and heavy breathing, along with the soft wet sounds of sucking and licking. We take our time, neither of us in any hurry to bring this time of pleasure to its ultimate conclusion.
He knows exactly what I like and how I like it. Just as I know what he needs, what he likes, and what will drive him nearly insane. The head of his penis is much more sensitive than mine, especially just under the flared tip. I spend a lot of time running my tongue in and around the small crevice created by his circumcision. He loves to have his testicles fondled and manipulated, tickled and gently squeezed, and since his sac fits so perfectly in my hand, it is easy for me to give him what he wants.
I love to feel his tongue laving the tiny slit at the tip of my shaft. I love the way he nibbles and licks at the large vein traversing the length of my penis. There is nothing I like better than to feel his breath tickling the hair at the base of my cock, knowing he has my entire length in his mouth, down his throat. All he has to do is swallow once or twice and I am lost.
But not yet. Oh please, dear Force, not yet. It feels so good. And I can feel him, through our bond, and he is soaring just as high as I am. I can hear his pleasure through his moans and grunts, and I can feel his pleasure rippling through our bond, and there is so much love in my heart, in his heart, and I can no longer tell the difference between his pleasure and my own. And then he is humming happily, or perhaps it is one long groan, I am no longer sure. And he swallows, and oh Force, oh Force I can't hold back, and his body suddenly stiffens, and his hands on my hips hold me with bruising strength, and with a strangled sound I did not know I was capable of making, I follow him over the edge.
I somehow manage to find the ability to turn around and crawl back up, and with a contended sigh, I collapse into his waiting arms. We share a soft, sweet kiss, tasting ourselves on each others lips and tongues and then we do nothing more than hold each other close, as we drift together in a satiated haze.
I love him. With all of my heart and soul, I love him. And to know I am loved with the same burning intensity is something I find truly amazing. And incredibly humbling. I treasure him. I treasure us. I cannot stop the troubles that may find him. But I can always be here to help him find his way through them. Even if all he needs is to forget, for a time.
End