Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-05-
MMoM Day 5 |
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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 woke up this morning to find Obi-Wan already awake, his head propped on his hand, watching me. "Good morning, love," I smiled up at him. I was laying on my back, and it was a simple matter for him to lean over and kiss me. "How long have you been up?" I asked as he drew back.
"A while. I enjoy looking at you."
I was about to protest, but since I also enjoy just looking at him, I held my tongue. Instead, I asked about his studies, and he told me about his progress in his Biometric Astronomics class.
"But I'd rather not talk any more about my classes right now," he said with a sly grin.
"Oh? What would you rather talk about then?"
"Actually, I'd rather not talk at all. I'd really rather just watch you." He let his eyes drift slowly over my body, stopping at my groin. My morning erection, which had waned during our talk of Biometrics, was suddenly back with a vengeance.
He reached over and pulled the sheet from my waist, keeping it tucked securely around his own. He was on his side, one leg draped over my thigh, with the sheet still between us. He wiggled a bit, letting me feel he was just as aroused as I was. The sheet would ensure that neither of us "touched" the other's penis during masturbation, which is forbidden during this month long "cleansing" process.
"Tell me what you want, my Obi-Wan."
He leaned down and pressed another kiss to my lips. A long, slow, sweet kiss that left us both a little breathless. "I want to watch you masturbate, Qui-Gon. No games, no toys, just you pleasuring yourself. As if I weren't here."
"You ask much of me, my love," I said, smiling up at him.
"Before we became lovers I would occasionally feel a spike of pleasure coming from you through our bond. I knew what you were doing, and it would drive me crazy. It didn't happen often, but sometimes late at night I felt it, especially if you were overly tired or stressed."
I chuckled softly. "And here I thought you were the only one who needed to learn better shielding during your nightly forays into the world of self-gratification."
"I wanted to sneak from my bed and watch you, Qui-Gon. Of course I never did. But the idea that you were pleasuring yourself in the very next room has fueled my fantasies on many a lonely night."
"You've seen me masturbate since then."
"Yes, but I've never seen you as you were when you believed yourself alone. That's what I want from you, my Master."
"Then that's what you shall have, my love," I told him, allowing all of my love and desire for him to flow through our bond.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing my mind to relax. Finding my center, I easily slipped into a light meditative trance. Still fully aware of my surroundings, I turned my focus inward. To my love for Obi-Wan and to the pleasures of my flesh.
I moved my hand over my chest, concentrating on the feel of my rough, calloused palm against my skin. Circling my nipple with my finger, I teased it to hardness without actually touching it. I brought my other hand up and slowly stroked from my throat to my stomach, and back up again, causing tiny electrical currents to shoot straight to my cock.
Sliding my hand back up my throat and to my mouth, I ran one finger over my lips, softly, almost a ghost of a touch. And then I slipped it into my mouth, running my tongue over it, wetting it. I touched each of my nipples with my wet finger, feeling both of them harden even more as they were kissed by the cool air.
I flicked and tweaked each nipple in turn and brought my other hand down to my aching shaft. I was completely focused on the sensations coursing through my body, knowing exactly where and how to touch myself to bring about the most pleasure. I continued playing with my nipples, flicking them, pinching them, rolling them between my thumb and finger, while sliding my fist up and down my erection.
It felt good to do this. To let everything around me fade to nothingness. To be totally in tune with my body and the pleasure of my hands on my skin, on my nipples and on my cock. I didn't rush it, nor did I draw it out. I merely lived in the moment, allowing my body to set the pace.
I rolled my hips in a gentle motion, up and down and back and forth. I stroked my cock with quick firm strokes, allowing the pleasure to grow and fill me. Becoming one with it. After a final pinch to my nipples, I slid my hand down my chest and began to fondle my balls, softly squeezing and rolling them together. I could feel my pleasure building, felt the Force around me ebb and swell with my passion, and I quickened my pace. I was awash in sensations, both from the Force and from my body, and it was wonderful. I gave my self over and with a gasp, I came, riding the crest as wave after wave of pure bliss shot through me.
When I opened my eyes, Obi-Wan was there. I looked up at him and smiled. The sheet between us was wet with his seed, and he was breathing harshly.
"Oh Force, Qui-Gon," he whispered huskily. "I've never seen anything as beautiful as what you just shared with me."
I pulled him close to me, wrapped my arms around him, and held him for a long time.
End.