Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-08 -
MMoM Day 8 |
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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 pulled a book from the shelf in the library and flipped loudly through the pages. Not finding anything interesting, he snapped it closed and put it back on the shelf. Still humming tunelessly more or less to himself, he pulled out another book, flipped through the pages, snapped it closed and put it back on the shelf. This had been going on for well over an hour.
"Is there something in particular you are looking for, Obi-Wan?" I asked as yet another book was snapped shut and replaced on the shelf.
"No. I'm just looking," he answered. A moment later he resumed humming tunelessly as yet another book was pulled from the shelf.
I shifted in the large chair and forced myself to try, once again, to immerse myself in the book I'd been attempting to read for the past several hours. When I realized I'd just read the same page for the third time, and still had no idea what the author had written, I gave up.
"Have you conquered all of the hologames?"
His back to me, he continued browsing through the books. "Oh no, Master. There must be several hundred different games, and I've only played maybe eight or ten of them. I just don't feel like playing right now." He pulled another book out, flipped through it, snapped it shut and put it back.
"Have you finished today's lessons?" I asked, trying not to become irritated with him.
"Already uploaded and on its way to the Temple," he answered.
"You could begin work on tomorrow's lessons," I told him.
"Yes, I've already downloaded my assignments. Perhaps I'll take a look through them a bit later." Another book slid home on the shelf and then he turned and looked at me, his expression thoughtful. "I'm not bored, Master, if that's what you're getting at. In fact, I'm quite content in doing exactly what I am doing." With that, he turned around and reached for another book.
I stared at him, watching as he flipped through the book, snapped it closed, and put it back on the shelf. He picked up another book, seemingly at random, and begin flipping through it. "And just what exactly is it that you are you doing?" I finally had to ask.
The book snapped shut and was replaced on the shelf. He turned around again and smiled at me. "I'm spending time with you."
I must have looked as puzzled as I felt, because he laughed and came over to where I was sitting. Grabbing the ottoman I'd been using earlier to prop my feet on, he positioned it in front of me and sat down.
"I wanted to be near you, Qui-Gon," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"You should've said something, love." I started to put the book down on the table beside my chair, but he reached over and stopped me.
"I don't want you to stop reading. I didn't come in here for that. I just . . ." he shrugged again. "I just wanted to be near you, that's all."
Knowing I would never find the words to tell him how much I loved him, I didn't even try. I just looked at him, letting my emotions fill our bond. It was enough. He smiled and held my eyes a long moment, and then I was suddenly awash in his bright, wonderful love for me.
"Come sit with me a while," I said, patting the seat in front of me. The chair was huge, even by my standards, easily large enough to hold the both of us comfortably.
"You'll keep reading?" he asked, somewhat suspiciously.
"Unless you otherwise entice me to stop," I chuckled, holding my arms open wide.
A few minutes of shifting and wiggling and soon we were quite comfortable indeed. He sat between my legs, his back against my chest, his legs stretched out between mine on the ottoman. I laid one arm across his chest, my fingers automatically finding his braid. He rested his arm over mine, his palm on the back of my hand, and he interlaced our fingers from the wrong side. Which still allowed me to play with his braid. Which, of course, I did.
And I read.
For a while.
"Are you sure you don't want a book to read while you're sitting here?" I asked, giving his braid a quick tug.
"I'm positive, Qui-Gon. That would involve me having to open my eyes," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Then perhaps I should read to you."
"I think that's an excellent idea," he said agreeably. He shifted a bit, turning slightly to the left, so that his ear was pressed against my chest. And I read to him.
Not long after accepting Obi-Wan as my Padawan, I discovered, purely by accident, just how much he enjoyed being held and read to. Trying to return to Coruscant after a long, and rather nasty mission to the outer rim, we managed to book passage on an old freighter. Unfortunately, the pilot's main concern had been how much of a profit he could make by agreeing to take both of us, when he barely had room for even one of us. However, it was late, we were tired and it would be the next day before we could find another transport. We were Jedi, we would make do.
Obi-Wan started the trip by sitting on the floor, squeezed between my legs. Several hours later, I suggested he might be more comfortable on my lap, which would give me a bit more room to stretch my legs, as they were beginning to cramp. It took a few minutes for us both to find a comfortable position, but soon he was sitting sideways on my lap, with my arms around him, holding him. He tucked his legs under mine, and rested his head on my chest.
He'd brought along a data pad in order to keep up with his studies, and we passed the long hours reading about the history of the Order to each other. Or, more specifically, I read and he listened. When I tried to pass the pad to him, he shook his head. "If you don't mind, I'd like for you to keep reading," he murmured, quietly. And then he added, a bit embarrassed, "I like hearing your voice rumble in your chest. It makes me feel . . . " he hesitated, and I could sense his nervousness as he sought the right word.
After our rocky beginning as Master and Padawan, I'd done my best to ensure him, over and over, how much I truly cared for him. Understandably though, his fear of rejection was still quite strong, and he was almost painfully reticent when it came to expressing his feelings for me. I was, therefore, deeply touched by his admission.
"It makes me feel good to hold you like this," I told him, before he could grow even more uncomfortable. "I've missed just having someone to hug, so you might have to put up with a good bit of it until I'm caught up."
He'd raised his head and looked at me, and I knew he was trying to determine if I was making fun of him or not. After a long moment, I felt our fledging bond strengthen just a tiny bit. He'd sighed softly and put his head back on my chest. I hugged him tightly, promising myself to redouble my efforts to show him how important he was to me. And I'd spent the remainder of the trip reading to him.
In the ensuing years, I made a point to find time to read to him. And to hold him, whenever the right set of circumstances presented themselves. And I hugged him. A lot. I couldn't change the past, but I could and would do everything possible to make sure his future was filled with my love. As his Master. As his friend. And now as his lover.
The book I was reading today was a love story of sorts, well-woven around a political backdrop. The story line basically followed the lives of the children of two very different, yet very ambitious politicians who'd had a long standing hatred of each other.
I was mid-way through the book, currently reading about the lover's first night together. The story was bittersweet yet beautiful, and the author did a wonderful job of delving deeply into the hearts and minds of both characters.
Obi-Wan seemed to be enjoying it. And while it wasn't written to be erotic, it was hard not to become aroused by the love and passion the young couple shared. Of course it didn't help that the object of my own affection was reclining against me, close enough to touch and smell, but forbidden fruit, nonetheless.
When I reached the part where the couple actually began making love, Obi-Wan sighed softly and slid his hand down to his groin. Determined to ignore him, I continued reading, pretending not to notice as he rubbed lazy circles over his growing erection. Even through his leggings, I could already smell the musk of his arousal.
I tried to force myself to pay attention to what I was reading, not to what Obi-Wan was doing. It worked for all of one or two paragraphs. Until he unfastened his leggings and slipped his fully erect penis out. I groaned inwardly and did my best to NOT think about my own shaft, which was quickly becoming uncomfortably erect in the tight confines of my leggings.
I somehow managed to keep reading, though by then I had one eye firmly glued to Obi-Wan's cock and his hand moving slowly up and down the length of it. It was becoming extremely difficult to follow the storyline. He shifted slightly, allowing his legs to fall open a bit and snuggled deeper into my lap. I made it to the end of the chapter, barely, and stopped even pretending to read.
"Keep reading," Obi-Wan murmured into my chest. He was sliding his fist up and down his cock, his strokes firm and quick, and my entire body ached with need.
"They're finished making love," I ground out.
"Read it again," he said, his voice a cross between a groan and a whisper.
I tried. Force help me I did. But he was so beautiful like this. And I wanted him so badly. I reached between us and freed my erection from my leggings, doing my best to keep reading from the book in my shaking hand. After a few minutes I gave up, and dropped the book to the floor. I held him tightly to me as I pumped my cock, matching my rhythm to Obi-Wan's, stroke for incredible stroke. My hand and the material of his tunic being the only barrier between my penis and his skin.
He leaned back and looked up at me, his eyes burning into mine. "I love you, Qui-Gon," he whispered softly. Beautifully.
"With all that I am, I love you, too," I told him. I leaned down and captured his lips with mine, putting all of my love and desire into it. He groaned deeply into my mouth, causing delicious shivers to run up and down my body. And then he shuddered deeply, and with a groan of my own, I followed him over the edge.
What a wonderful day it was today.
End.