Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-04 -
MMoM Day 4 |
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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.
Clearly enjoying his role as "master" during our stay on MMoM, Obi-Wan refused to tell me his plans for today's masturbation experience. I won't say I was exactly nervous, as I couldn't imagine him asking anything of me I wouldn't gladly do. But I must admit that while I consider myself fairly experienced in the ways of sexual pleasure, there were several items in that trunk I've never used before. I KNEW what they were for, of course. I may be inexperienced, but I'm not naïve.
To be honest, the few lovers I've had in the past were as boring, apparently, as I was. Happy with the basic act of love-making, not overly concerned with variety. Either that, or they just assumed I wouldn't be interested. Was I truly that predictable? Not that I ever thought much about doing any type of experimenting.
And then Obi-Wan and I became lovers, and not only am I more than willing to do anything he desires, but I've actually been known to think up a surprise or three on my own. I love being with him. Whether we are making soft, sweet love in our bed, or practicing katas together. Whether it's having fast, rough sex in a not-so-private garden, or arguing politics. it doesn't matter. Life with Obi-Wan is fun.
As I write this, he is napping on the large sofa in the living area. Neither of us are accustomed to having so much free time on our hands, though we are certainly working at enjoying it. He still has lessons to do daily, in order to keep up with his classes. We spar or practice katas several times a day, as best we can, given our confinement. We spend time meditating, together and alone. But nothing is structured. We follow no clock or schedule. Other than whatever plan Obi-Wan has for our daily masturbation exercises.
He kept me in suspense until a few hours after noon meal. We'd just finished watching a holovid together, a comedy requiring little thought, and therefore rather enjoyable. "I thought we'd try out one or two toys from the trunk today," he said, out of the blue.
"I thought you might want to," I told him, smiling up at him. "What do you have in mind?"
"I've been thinking about the manacles, actually." He stretched, acting as if it were a normal part of our everyday conversation to be discussing bondage with his lover. "Wondering how we could best put them to use and still remain within the guidelines of the cleansing ritual."
"Meaning?"
"Well, if there were no restrictions against actually "touching" each other's cocks during masturbation, I'd love to have you bound while I tortured you with my mouth."
Needless to say, "my" shaft was certainly interested in that idea. What power he has over me, to be able to bring me to instant, aching arousal with just a few words. "Force, Obi-Wan," I groaned. "Are you trying to goad me into slamming you up against a wall and taking you right here and now?"
He shook his head in mock dismay. "Master Jinn, I'm surprised at you. Have you no more control than that?"
"Under different circumstances, I'd be happy to show you how much control I have."
"Ah, a challenge has been offered, then. I'll have to remember that once we are back on Coruscant."
"I certainly hope you do," I told him honestly.
"Oh, I will, Qui-Gon. I will." With that, he turned and headed out of the room. "I'll be in the bedroom, when you are ready to play," he tossed back over his shoulder.
I sat where I was for a few minutes, willing my erection to subside and my heartbeat to slow to a more normal rate. Whatever he had planned, I had a feeling I would need as much control as possible, and going to him already aroused would not help my cause.
When I felt I was ready, I made my way into the bedroom. He had removed his clothing and was sitting on the bed, reclining against the headboard. The trunk was on the bed beside him, and it was open, though facing away from me. I stood at the bottom of the bed and smiled at him.
"Take off your clothes," he said without preamble. And he wasn't smiling.
"Is that an order, Padawan?" I teased.
"Would you be willing to obey me if it was?" He looked at me without a trace of humor. He needed to know how far he could take this before moving ahead.
I was both honored and humbled that he would ask, even though I had, on more than one occasion, made it abundantly clear that I was willing to do anything he'd wanted of me.
"I would be willing, Obi-Wan." I told him. I filled our bond with all of my love and trust for him, giving him no room to doubt my answer.
"Take off your clothes," he repeated.
A shiver of excitement coursed through my body, and I was already hard again before I even had all of my clothing off.
He reached into the trunk and tossed the manacles to me. "Put them on."
I closed the first one around my wrist, and felt the first stirrings of nervousness. I KNEW I could easily get out of them, a simple task that even the youngest of initiates could do. It was the idea of willingly giving up my control that had me suddenly feeling a bit anxious. I closed the second manacle and looked up at him, and though his expression hadn't changed, I could see his love for me written all over his face. In an instant, any apprehension I was feeling vanished, replaced with an overwhelming desire to please him, to earn the incredible love he has gifted me with.
"There's a hook above you."
I looked up and saw the hook, and without waiting to be told, I reached up and latched the center ring of the manacles to it.
"You are so beautiful like that," Obi-Wan said softly. "So big and strong, my Master in all things, yet so willing to give over your control to me in this."
"I love you, Obi-Wan."
"I know, and that in of itself empowers me in ways I'd never imagined before." He stared at me a long moment, and then took a deep breath. "I love to watch you come, Qui-Gon. Did you know that?" he asked.
And so it had begun.
"I want to make you come by watching me masturbate. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," I answered, without hesitation. Can I, though? I'm not a young man and I do usually require some sort of stimulus, even if it is nothing more than my leggings stretched tightly over my erection. But if my Obi-Wan desires this of me, I shall do my best to give it to him.
He reached into the trunk and brought out a small bottle of oil. Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he opened it and poured a small amount of oil into his palm. I could smell the oil, musky and spicy all at the same time. He closed the bottle and put it back in the trunk. He rubbed his hands together, spreading the oil over his palms and his fingers.
He spread his legs and grasped his erection in his fist, moving his hand slowly up and down the length of it. He began to slide his other hand over his chest, pausing to flick first one nipple and then the other.
"Lovely," I whispered, wishing it was my hands bringing pleasure to his body.
"You like it when I do this?"
"Yes," I half groaned half whispered.
"Would you like it more if I did this?" He scooted down just a bit, reclining even further against the headboard of the bed. He left off playing with his nipples and reached down below his cock, below his balls, and started circling one finger around the small, puckered entrance to his body. I watched, mesmerized, as he began to slowly push his finger inside, moving easily past the first set of muscles.
I gasped and jerked my hips, my penis aching with need.
"Feels good, Qui-Gon. But it would feel even better if it was your finger instead of mine."
"It would feel better for me, too," I groaned.
He chuckled softly. "I'm sure it would." He moved his finger in and out, and then, as I watched, open mouth, he added a second. It was Obi-Wan who groaned next as he began to scissor his fingers, stretching himself, opening himself up.
'For me!' my brain screamed at me. 'He's preparing himself for me!' For a brief moment, I actually saw myself yanking my hands from the hook above my head, ripping the manacles off my wrists, and burying myself deep within the beautiful tight heat of his body. Belatedly, I realized I was transmitting my thoughts through our bond, but at that point, I didn't care.
"Oh, I know how much you want me," he said, his voice low and husky.
And I did. Oh Force, I wanted him.
"But I think you will want me even more when I do this." He drew his fingers from his body and reached into the trunk, removing a large fake phallus. A well-oiled fake phallus, from the look of it.
I was suddenly glad of the manacles holding me up, because I wasn't certain how long I could remain standing.
With a long groan, he pushed the phallus slowly into his body, and I heard myself groan right along with him. My penis throbbed and ached and I was certain I would lose my mind before this wonderful torture would end.
He pulled the phallus almost all the way out, and paused. I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do next. What other torment would he make me endure.
"Watch, Qui-Gon."
As if I could do anything else.
He arched his hips off the bed and then shoved the phallus all of the way inside of him. From the look on his face and the beautiful sound he made, I knew the phallus had hit his sweet spot. He held himself still for a long moment, his hand frozen around his cock, and groaned loudly.
"Obi-Wan!" I gasped.
His eyes were burning into mine, and he suddenly flooded our bond with his love and desire for me. I staggered under the weight of it, and did my best to return it in kind.
He closed his eyes, and sucked in his breath. And just when I was ready to beg him to move, do something, anything, he shuddered mightily, let out another beautiful moan, and began to pump his cock, hard and fast. He pulled out the phallus and shoved it back in, again and again.
I realized I was thrusting in time to his strokes, thrusting into a phantom body, desperate for release.
Obi-Wan's hips rose and fell as he first arched up into his hand, and then slammed back down on the phallus he was riding. Watching him like this and not being able to touch him, touch myself, was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. Agony and ecstasy woven together so tightly I could no longer differentiate between the two.
"Come with me," he cried out, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. And then he was coming, his thick seed spurting in long arcs over his chest and stomach. And with a cry of my own, I followed him over the edge. My knees gave out and I would have fallen were it not for the manacles holding me upright.
How he managed to move, and so quickly, after what he'd just experienced is beyond me, but suddenly he was beside me, his hands undoing the manacles from around my wrists, and I collapsed into his waiting arms.
Upon reflection, it should be me taking the nap on the sofa.
End