Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-02 -
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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 beta'd. You've been warned.
"I'll clean up in here," I tell Obi-Wan, shooing him out of the small kitchenette. There really isn't much to do, and truly not enough room for the both of us. I rinse the few dishes used during first meal and put them on a towel to dry. Our hosts will retrieve them when they bring our next meal.
Once everything is put away, I walk back into the living area, wondering what Obi-Wan is up to. It doesn't take me long to find out. He's half-way reclining on the large sofa, his feet propped up on the low table in front of him. He is nude and sporting a beautiful erection.
"I see we're starting early today," I chuckle, watching as he slowly runs a finger around the head of his penis.
He stretches and bends his knees, putting his feet on the edge of the table. He slides down a little, just enough to give me a perfect view of the treasures normally hidden below his shaft. His ball-sac is smooth and nearly hairless, and in his current position, it is easy to see how much larger his left testicle is than his right one. It's not as obvious when he is kneeling or on his back.
Interesting side note: Obi-Wan's smaller, right testicle is far more sensitive than the larger one on the left.
And below his sac, I can see the small ring of muscles tightly guarding the entrance to his body. He is beautiful, my wanton young lover.
"Well," he grins at me mischievously. "I am starting early. You are not."
"Ah. I see." I walk around the low table and sit on the edge of it, next to his feet, facing Obi-Wan. Grinning back at him, I pick up his feet, scoot over, and then put his feet back on the table, between my legs. His toes are mere inches from my crotch. I slide my hands up his legs, from his ankles to his knees and back down again. "And what is my role in this?"
He lets his knees fall apart, so that they are resting against my legs. An open invitation, I think, and I slide my hands up the inside of his thighs, stopping just before I reach the top of his leg, and then back down again.
"You could just watch me." He has begun to lazily pump his cock with one hand, while sliding the middle finger of his other hand slowly back and forth, over the tiny slit at the top of his shaft.
"Yes, I could do that," I tell him, trying to sound agreeable and unaffected. It's a ruse, though, and we both know it. One glance at the swelling in my leggings is all one would need to see just how affected I actually am.
"Or," he holds his finger out to me, the pad glistening with his essence, "you could suck my finger."
"I'd rather suck something else."
"Suck my finger just as you would my cock, Qui-Gon." His voice has gone soft and silky again, a caress of words against my overly sensitive nerves.
"I can do that," I tell him as I lean forward and lick the wetness from the pad of his finger.
He gasps and then chuckles softly, "Not quite as good as the real thing, but not bad."
I rest my forearms on his knees and holding his hand in mine, I begin to make love to his finger. From my vantage point, I can easily see his face and what he's doing to his erection. Other than sitting atop him while he is buried deep within me, I think I must have the best seat in the house.
I take my time, first licking every inch of his finger in long, slow licks. I pay special attention to the tip of it, knowing how much he likes that. I take just the tip of his finger into my mouth, running my tongue over and around it, teasing him with the promise of more. I hold it gently between my teeth, and flick my tongue quickly back and forth over what would be the slit, if it were his erection in my mouth.
He is staring at me. He looks hungry. I know the feeling.
He is gripping his cock tightly in his fist, and rubbing his thumb over and around the head of it. Holding his eyes with mine, I begin to suck on his finger, pulling it slowly into my mouth. He groans deeply, and all I want to do is hear him make that noise over and over again. I suck harder, pulling more of into my mouth, and he groans again, and it is one of the most erotic sounds I've ever heard.
I'm rubbing his palm with my thumbs and the back of his hand with my fingers, giving it the same treatment I would to his balls and perineum if I were truly sucking his cock. He is biting his lip, trying to hold back, but I know what he likes. What he wants. When I have all of his finger inside of my mouth, I begin to softly hum, and his reaction is immediate.
With a soft cry, he begins to pump his cock, hard and fast. Beads of sweat dot his forehead, and he is thrusting his hips in time with his strokes. I could stop now, make him wait, stretch it out, but I don't. I pull his finger almost all of the way out of my mouth, sucking fiercely the entire time, and then shove it back in. I'm using my tongue continuously, flicking and licking as I move his finger in and out of my mouth. When I scrape my teeth along his finger, it is over. His seed spurts hotly over his hand and stomach, and it is all I can do to keep myself from leaning over and licking it off of him.
I release his finger, and he sags back on the sofa. "Force, Qui-Gon, but you are good at that."
I sit up and look at him, and he is beautiful. Satiated and happy, he smiles back at me. "I suppose you are wondering if it's your turn now?"
I look down at the tent in my leggings, made by my achingly hard erection. "You wouldn't have to work very hard."
He laughs. "But what would be the fun in that? Besides, I thought it would be interesting to make you wait until this evening."
I lean over and kiss him, putting all of my love and devotion into it.
He is going to be the death of me, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
End