Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-04-16 -
I'll Only Dance For You |
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
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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.
Additional note: While this can be read stand alone, it is actually a sequel to The Master's Musings - Dance For Me, posted a few days ago.
This one hasn't been betad - you've been warned.
Had I known how much my dancing was going to affect Obi-Wan, I would have taken it up as a hobby a long time ago. Barely had the door closed behind us when he was on me, shoving me hard against the wall. "Did you enjoy that, Qui-Gon?" he asked, his voice soft and dangerous.
He surprised me, but I quickly recovered. "The question that needs to be asked, Obi-Wan, is 'Did you enjoy it?'"
He smiled up at me, and I shivered at the naked hunger I saw in his eyes. He had my arms pinned over my head, and was pressed tightly against me, leaving no room for doubt as to just how aroused he was. "Did you like all those people watching you?" he continued, ignoring my question. "Did you like it when they touched you? When they put their hands all over you?"
"Why, Obi-Wan," I chuckled, enjoying myself immensely, "you've been practicing your shielding, haven't you? I had no idea you were jealous."
"You are mistaken, my dear Master. I had no reason to be jealous, because I knew you would be coming home with me." He placed a soft kiss on my throat. "Do you want to know what I was feeling when I watched you tonight?" Another kiss, his lips a whisper against my skin.
"Tell me," I answered, thrilled at his strength and passion.
A hot, wet tongue slid over my collar bone. "I watched you up on that stage, so beautiful, so graceful. I watched as every sentient being in that room, both male and female, both young and old, begged to touch you, begged for you to touch them." His lips continued moving as he spoke, the murmurs a delicious vibration against my throat. "Everyone wanted you, Qui-Gon. I saw their desire when they reached out to stroke your chest, your arms, your thighs. I saw their joy when you took your time with each and every one of them, giving them your entire focus, letting them believe, if only for a moment, that you desired them as well."
"Obi-Wan," I gasped, his words and actions making me achingly hard.
"And all I could think of was how much I loved you. How fortunate I was to being going home with you." He leaned up and took my lips in a searing kiss, all the while filling our bond with his love, his heat, his desire. I tried to kiss him back, but he quickly made it clear that he was in control. My arousal went up another notch at the thought. He broke away and returned to kissing and licking my neck, his words mumbled, but still quite clear. "I watched how you never kissed any of them on the mouth, nor did you allow any of them to touch you intimately. And I knew it was because you were mine and mine alone to kiss and touch and it made me want to take you right there on the stage. Claim you as mine for all to see."
He released my arms and took a step back, his eyes fierce and dark, and he stared at me, challenging me to deny his ownership, as if I could. As if I would want to.
"They knew who I belonged to," I answered, holding his eyes with mine.
He took another step back. "Who do you belong to, Qui-Gon? Tell me in a way you've never done before. Who do you belong to?"
I stared back at him, understanding fully what he was asking of me. Feeling a sense of utter rightness settle over me, I gave him my answer. "I belong to no one but you, Obi-Wan. I am yours to do with as you will."
Never before had I been willing to offer myself in complete submission to a lover, for even when I was the one being penetrated, my lovers always knew I was still in control, at least in part. Tomorrow I would once again be Obi-Wan's Master, and I had no doubt he could handle the transition with ease. But tonight, for the love and light of my life, I would willingly surrender all of myself if it would please him. And judging by the look on his face, he found my words quite pleasing indeed.
Without another word, he turned and strode towards bed, yanking off his clothes as he went. Naked and beautiful, he sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here," he ordered, and I did as I was bid. His voice had taken on a resonance I'd never heard before, and it made me ache with need. "Take off your clothes," he growled. "Slowly."
I began removing my clothing, slowly as he demanded, watching him watch me. Through our bond, I could feel the love and desire he had for me, as well as something new, something powerful and strong. A confidence not there before tonight. Once undressed, I stood before him, aroused and unashamed, relishing a sense of freedom I'd never felt before with a lover.
He drew his eyes from mine and leisurely looked me up and down. When his eyes once again met mine, he smiled softly. "On your knees, my beautiful dancer," he whispered huskily. I moved to obey, my eyes immediately going to his very erect penis. I licked my lips in anticipation of his next command. He didn't disappoint me. "Suck it," he said, leaning back and spreading his legs a bit to give me room.
I leaned forward, placed my hands on his thighs, and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. I loved doing this, as he well knew. So far I was finding being a submissive to my Obi-Wan no great hardship at all. In fact, I couldn't imagine finding it difficult to do anything he might ask of me, so great was my love and trust for him. I took my time, kissing, licking and nipping at his entire penis. I loved the way he smelled, the muskiness of his arousal mixed with the familiar scent of his soap, and something more, something faint and unidentifiable, yet uniquely Obi-Wan. I was drawn again and again to the slit at the head of his penis, lapping almost hungrily at the fluid oozing from it. Slightly salty, slightly bitter, yet again, distinctively Obi-Wan. I craved the taste of him, the smell of him, the sound of him in pleasure, and could never imagine ever getting my fill of being in love with him.
I made love to his penis with my mouth and tongue, knowing exactly what he liked, and how he liked it. He groaned softly, the sound going directly to my already aching cock, and then his hands were on my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he scrabbled for purchase. I found the vein that ran the length of his cock, and slid my tongue along it, pausing to nip it here and there. I made my way up until I reached the flared edge of the head of his cock, and after a quick nip and kiss to that area, I began circling the underside with my tongue. His groans grew louder, longer, and his fingers tightened in my hair. I pressed my lips to the tip of his shaft, my tongue moving in slow circles, and then I looked up to make sure he was watching.
What I saw nearly caused me to forget what I was doing. Flushed from his chest to his cheeks, his skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. His lips, slightly swollen and bruised from our earlier kiss, were parted as he struggled to control his breathing. His eyes bore into mine, and he was beautiful. And in that moment I knew he was mine as much as I was his and the power of that knowledge was euphoric.
Our bond thrummed with life and love as we stared at one another, and suddenly it no longer mattered who did what to whom and by whose orders.
"I love you, Qui-Gon Jinn," he whispered softly.
"With all of my heart and my soul, I love you," I responded.
Using the hair still tangled in his hands, he tugged my head up. This time when our lips met, he didn't stop me from participating in the kiss. My arms went around him, and I held him tightly to me. He loosened his grip in my hair and slipped his arms around me as well, holding me as tightly as I held him. Fueled by our passion and love, our kiss quickly went from soft and tender to frantic and rough.
"Want you," Obi-Wan gasped against my mouth. "Need you. Love you." I pushed him backwards, going with him and a moment of twisting and turning had us up on the bed, me beneath him. Somehow we managed to do all of this without breaking our kiss. I grabbed the jar of cream from the bedside table and hastily unscrewed the lid, mentally cursing the need to release my hold on him in order to do so. I scooped out a bit of the thick cream and tossed the jar in the general direction of the table. Sliding my hand between us, I quickly found Obi-Wan's erection and slathered the cream over it.
Groaning, he wrenched his lips from mine and moved himself between my thighs. I spread my legs wide, hooked my arms under my knees, and he groaned again as he looked down at me. A moment's fumbling, and then I could feel his hardness pressing against me. Into me. And it was good. So good. And then he was inside of me, fully sheathed, and he stayed like that, pressing deeply into me, his arms on either side of me, looking down at me. I could tell it was taking a great effort for him to remain still, and at that moment, he had better control than I did, for I was writhing beneath him, needing more, needing him to move.
"Who were you dancing for, Qui-Gon?" he ground out between gritted teeth.
"Obi-Wan! Oh, Force! Please!" I was begging and knew it and didn't care.
"Tell me, Qui-Gon, who were you dancing for?" He moved then, just a twitch, but it was enough to set my nerves ablaze.
"You," I groaned, desperate for more stimulation. "Only for you!"
He pulled back then, sliding almost all the way out of me. And he froze again. "And who do you belong to?"
"Please, don't stop!" I nearly sobbed, trying to buck up, to impale myself on his length.
He slid back in, but it wasn't hard enough to do more than barely nudge my prostate, and I thought I would go mad with need. He was shaking above me, but even seeing how great his need was, I had no doubt who, at that moment, was in charge.
"You, Obi-Wan," I groaned loudly. "I belong to you."
"Mine!" He pulled out and slammed into me, and I cried out in pleasure as his cock hit my sweet spot, just right. And then there were no more games, and no more words, and the only thing that mattered was the feel of Obi-Wan plunging deeply into me over and over, his cock stroking my prostate with each thrust and it was incredible. Just when I was certain I would die from the sheer pleasure of it, he reached between us and grabbed my shaft, roughly sliding his fist up and down the length of it. It didn't take long to bring me to a shuddering orgasm, and with a shout, Obi-Wan quickly followed. He collapsed on top of me, and as soon as I could unwrap my arms from around my legs, I wrapped them around Obi-Wan, and together we dozed for awhile.
I don't know what the order may ask of me in the future, but having given my life to the Jedi, I will do as I'm bid. And if for some reason, I'm ever asked to play the role of an aging dancer, I will do so willingly. But in my heart, and in my mind, it will only be for an audience of one.
End