Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-03 -
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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.
Obi-Wan found an interesting box today.
Our quarters are large and spacious (except for the tiny kitchenette), and include a library, a living area or common room, a dining area, an exercise room, a holovid/hologame room and two bedrooms. The fresher alone is about as large as my bedroom in the Temple on Coruscant.
Encouraged by our hosts to make ourselves at home during our month long stay, Obi-Wan has been exploring the various rooms and their contents. I'm perfectly happy to spend our entire time here either in bed with Obi-Wan or in the well-appointed library. Data chips on every subject imaginable, and a few that are hard to fathom, line three of the walls from floor to ceiling. The fourth wall holds a rare treat indeed. Books. Real books with pages made from paper and bound in soft leather. Hundreds of these beautiful tombs are there for me to hold, to smell, to look at and to read.
Which is what I was doing when he made his discovery. Curled up in a huge comfortable chair, I was deeply engrossed in an old fashioned murder mystery, when I sensed Obi-Wan nearby. He came up behind me, leaned over the back of the chair and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. "Good book?" he asked, looking over my shoulder.
"Very. And what have you been up to?"
He walked around me, carrying a rather large trunk. He plopped down on a chair in front of me and put the trunk on the floor in between us. "Treasure hunting," he said, a typical Obi-Wan grin plastered on his face.
"And what did you find?"
"Toys." He laughed and then opened the lid of the trunk. "Lots of toys."
I leaned over to get a better look and began to laugh with Obi-Wan. "Toys, indeed." The trunk was filled with an unusual assortment of adult playthings. "What is all in there?"
"Well, let's see," Obi-Wan said, rummaging through the trunk. "There's three dildos, three vibrators, two sets of nipple clamps, a case of cock rings in various sizes, a pair of manacles, two anal plugs, a bunch of feathers, several scarves, two blindfolds, a flogger, a paddle, a pair of leather gloves, several pairs of surgical gloves and a cane."
"That's quite a collection."
"But that's not all. There is also a box with all manner of oils, lotions and creams, many of them edible."
"Is it safe to assume then that you are interested in trying some of these toys out during our stay here?"
"Of course I am," he laughed. "Aren't you?"
"If it pleases you, I'm willing to try just about anything. You are in charge of this, remember? I told you our first day here I was leaving all of the decisions about when, where and how we masturbate in your capable hands."
He groaned and rolled his eyes at me. "It's a good thing you are so good at being a Jedi," he laughed. "I don't think you would very fare well as a comedian."
I took another look inside the trunk. "It would appear," I said, grinning at Obi-Wan, "our hosts are determined to make this experience as enjoyable as possible."
"As if spending a month alone with you isn't enjoyable enough."
"You humble me with your love, Obi-Wan."
He blushed slightly, and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know why you feel that way Qui-Gon. I love you, it's as simple as that."
But it's not as simple as that. Not to me. And please dear Force, may it never be as simple as that. He is my light and my life and I love him with every fiber of my being. And to know this incredible young man loves me, is in love with me . . . no, it is not as simple as that.
We didn't use any of the toys today when we masturbated. We were too busy just loving each other to remember about the trunk and its contents. We held each other, kissing and murmuring endearments to one another, and for a time it didn't matter that we were not technically making love. Because to us, we were.
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