Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-06 -
MMoM Day 6 |
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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 really don't care for this forced diet," Obi-Wan groused during third meal.
"What about it exactly do you not like?"
He looked at me a long moment, then shrugged his shoulders. "I just don't like it. Do I have to have a reason?" He wasn't exactly belligerent, but he was coming dangerously close to crossing the line.
"Obi-Wan," I said, choosing my words carefully. "We've had far worse fare on more than one occasion. In fact, I'm rather enjoying the foods our hosts have, thus far, prepared for us."
"I guess I'm just not hungry then." He abruptly rose from the table and stalked off towards the holo room.
I stared after him, trying to understand what could possibly have him in such a state. He'd been in a bad mood all day, and I was truly tiring of it. He had complained about the size of the exercise room when we were sparring with our sabers. He was tired of staying indoors and wondered, quite grumpily, why we weren't allowed to go outside. He couldn't get one of the hologames to work properly - no matter that there were dozens of other games he could play. The comm unit was too slow when he was downloading his lessons. It went on and on.
He'd even refused to meditate with me, telling me sulkily he'd rather be alone. My own meditation was interrupted more than once when his moodiness bled through our bond.
Several times during the day I'd tried to find out what was bothering him, but each query was met with an exasperated sigh or a roll of his eyes, accompanied by a muttered, "nothing, Master."
As much as I loved him, I did have to admit that there were days when he was just plain irritable. Thankfully those days were rare, and usually he was able to either release his agitation into the Force, or tell me what his problem was, allowing me to help him work through it.
I decided to give him a little more time, and left him to his own devices. After finishing my meal, I neatened the kitchen, set the tray by the door to be picked up by our hosts, and went into the fresher, allowing myself the luxury of a long, hot bath. Afterwards, feeling refreshed and pleasantly tired, I wandered into the holo room.
He was playing one of the hologames, some sort of space adventure where, to my eyes, the only purpose was to blast as many ships as possible. I stood in the doorway a long time, just watching him play. He knew I was there, for I wasn't shielding from him. He wasn't over it yet, whatever "it" was, but he was trying to work through it in his own fashion. I allowed my love and understanding to flow through our bond, and he turned then, looking up at me.
"I think I'll retire for the evening," I told him. "Perhaps read for awhile, or look over some of your class work before I sleep."
He didn't speak, merely nodded at me. A moment later he turned back to his game. I went to the library and retrieved the book I'd been reading, and then went to bed.
An hour or so later, I heard him in the fresher, taking a shower. I wasn't surprised when suddenly, through our bond, I felt him masturbating. He wanted me to know he was doing it, had lowered his shields and was actually transmitting his feelings through our bond. I understood. I put my book down and took my penis in hand. Rolling onto my side, I quickly brought myself to full erection, making sure he knew I was masturbating with him. It didn't take long, and while I still enjoyed the simple act of self-gratification, I would have enjoyed it more if he were actually with me. I cleaned myself up and sat on the bed, my book in hand, but not reading.
A few minutes later he walked into our room and sat on the edge of the bed, facing me. "I apologize for my attitude today, Master," he said sincerely.
"Do you wish to talk about it?"
"No, not really. It was just one of those days."
"I understand. I have them occasionally as well."
"You do?" he asked, seemingly quite surprised by my admission. "I've never known you to have a bad day."
I laughed and reached over to pull him to me. I hugged him tightly, letting him know how very much I loved him. "Just because you don't see them, doesn't mean I don't have them." I pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm just better at releasing those negative type feelings into the Force."
"Or just better at hiding them," he chuckled.
"There is that," I agreed, good naturedly.
We talked for awhile about nothing in particular, and that was fine. It was good to have my Obi-Wan back.
End.